#and it still peirces the heart

[ilovetvtoons]

This scene that still breaks my heart is now 2 years old. 😭💔

[messylustt]

tongue piercing — hobie brown. based on this request — my heart, you ANGEL *crying* and god plssss i want this to be me *still crying*

hobie’s hands are tentatively at your hips, as you hover over, legs either side of him. “stay still…” you say, holding his chin, as he opens his mouth, before quickly closing it and giving you a look. “are ya sure ya know what ya doin’ there?” hobie asks, still barely touching your waist as he raises his brows. “i’ve pierced someone before.” you say, holding the disinfected needle, as your thumb comes to pry his mouth back open.

“a tongue peircing?” hobie asks, shifting slightly from underneath you. again so close but so far. you stay silent, making him completely grip your waist now, your shirt bunching up to reveal skin. “what? don’t trust me?” you ask, staring down at him. “o’ cause i trust ya…jus’…” he licks his lips, noticing the feel of your soft skin under his calloused fingers, his senses seeming heightened with you so close.

“just…?” you venture, eyeing him. you go to open his mouth again your thumb brushing his lips. “i’ll stick my finger in your mouth if you don’t open it.” you threaten. “that’s a bit erotic, babe.” hobie says with a tilt to his head, making you harshly pull it back to place. “you want a tongue piercing.” you all but state. “yes, i do.”

“and you don’t want a professional professional to do it. is that right?”

“thats righ’.” hobie grins.

“then why are you being so difficult?”

“cause ya lil distracting, luv.” hobie answers smoothly. “actually…” hobie pauses, his ringed fingers moving to put pressure on your hips, forcing you down, so that you settled completely on top of him. “hobie — ”

“well, hurry up.” he hums, opening his mouth.

“i don’t see how that made a difference…” you mutter, while in fact you very much noticed the difference. you could entirely feel him, and it made you gulp. you were just friends of course…nothing weird about this…

you slightly shift to get comfortable, making hobie’s grip on you tighten. you graze the needle over his tongue making him shiver. you were so close. “alright…now hold still…” you stay focused while hobie stays distracted. he could feel you too, through your flimsy shorts that you wore for sleep.

yeah…he could definitely feel your warmth, as the sharp end of the needle came into preparation. “now you have to promise me you won’t move. because otherwise I could seriously — ”

“i trust ya, luv.” he mutters out, you having left his mouth to let him speak. “well, i don’t trust you…” you mutter back.

he grins, his chest heaving a fraction heavier, as you lean closer moving to pry his mouth open. he liked the feel of your fingers practically inside his mouth, especially as you held his tongue, his spit getting all over your skin.

then you take a breath, piercing his tongue with one quick jab, making hobie’s grip on you become deathly. he then—as if to soothe the sting begins to rub his hands up and down your sides, under your shirt, as his head knocked back, muttering curses. “come back, i’m not done.” you say, ignoring the arising goosebumps, as you pull his chin down.

but as you added the bottom of the metal ball to his tongue, securing it, hobie’s hands began to wander. down, down, down your body, until he pushed past the band of your shorts making you stiffen. his mouth was still open, as you went to pull your hand away, when his teeth came gently down onto your finger. you met his gaze, your heart pounding as hobie began to move your hips along him making him groan. “h — hobie…”

you could feel the drag of your pussy, and so could he, as his full lips then wrapped around your finger, his tongue swirling around the tip, as his eyes closed in bliss. with a slight open mouth, your now wet fingers still close, he muttered. “i needed somethin’ to soothe it…your fingers are cold.” your breathing hitches.

“a — and what about…this.” you look down at your moving hips along his crotch. he chuckles, your fingers still in his mouth. “jus wanted to see how it felt.” his hands pressed you harder into him, forcing you to move quicker, making him pant around your fingers. “and it feels good…babe…mhm…so good.”

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[koqabear]

Pretty Privilege (and its complications…)

♫: California Gurls, Katy Perry // Icky, Kard

“You love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while he‘s on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and right— even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.”

lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.6K

warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.)  and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy. 

smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? Embarrassing…

Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up. 

A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce around— even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, he’s still able to spot you with eerie ease.

You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly. 

His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously. 

Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between. 

God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.

A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.

A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway. 

You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side. 

It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation. 

Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot. 

“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?

“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!” 

“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?” 

Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…

Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now. 

The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him. 

The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand. 

“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty. 

Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there. 

Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)

You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips. 

Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric. 

Oh god. He’s screwed. 

You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy. 

“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”

With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up. 

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you. 

Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.

You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you. 

Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu. 

“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?” 

The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.

“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.

“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!” 

You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side. 

Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her. 

“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response. 

“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.

“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?” 

“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!” 

“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.

“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?” 

Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.

“Can I get a water please?” 

Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”

Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you. 

“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?” 

You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly. 

“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.” 

Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.

“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound. 

You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him. 

“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly. 

“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly. 

“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in. 

“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down. 

“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.

“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head. 

“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”

“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.” 

Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight. 

“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.” 

Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.

“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”

His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off. 

You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…

You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.

He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad. 

“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.

“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”

“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!” 

“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”

“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you. 

“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.

“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!” 

“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”

“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”

To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.

The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look. 

“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.” 

Shit, you totally were. 

-♡-

The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least. 

It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.

Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level. 

He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever. 

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.

He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age  offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead. 

“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear. 

“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer. 

“She’s not.”

You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk. 

“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly. 

“No, I’m not.” 

You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something. 

“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears. 

“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?” 

“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him. 

“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?” 

Horny. 

“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours. 

You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you. 

“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.

“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.

“Do the rest for me?” 

Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…

“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway. 

Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible. 

You, on the other hand, are not doing that great. 

If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds. 

The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly. 

“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.

“Hmm?” 

This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now. 

“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”

Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes. 

He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him. 

Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.

“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?” 

You think you might die if you don’t take him right now. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state. 

“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.” 

You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more. 

Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly. 

-♡-

Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.

“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.

“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”

Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily. 

“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”

“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you. 

“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his. 

“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”  

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet. 

“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return. 

He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it. 

He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day. 

“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.” 

“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.” 

Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him. 

“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly. 

“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?” 

“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.” 

I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.

“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. 

The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall. 

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?” 

The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.

If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.

“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”  

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully. 

“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”

“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.” 

His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple. 

You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you. 

Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.

“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”  

“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”

“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”

It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already. 

“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.

“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else. 

“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.

“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.

“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.

Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.

“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.

Your body said otherwise, however.

“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more. 

“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears. 

“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”

You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment. 

He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now. 

“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.

“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”

His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling. 

Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building. 

You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.

It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move. 

It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.

Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you. 

“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”

You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely. 

“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.” 

You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely. 

“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”

The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you. 

It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so. 

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”

With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure. 

“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so. 

“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.” 

“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”

“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”

Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.

“Sure. I’d like that.” 

It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment. 

“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so. 

“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.

“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.

“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.

“Yeah. You were so good for me.”

Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach. 

[carmillamycarmine]

HIIII!! Can you write a Carmilla Carmine x female reader smut? Top carmilla and bottom is reader?

Carmilla Carmine x Fem Reader: Smut. Bottom Reader + Top Carmilla. {2,712 words}

Since nothing was specifically stated besides Smut, I kinda did what I wanted with this.

Tender

You and the weapons dealer, Carmilla Carmine, are locked in a heated embrace.

Your naked bodies press together in a tangle of limbs and love for one another.

The air between you crackles with tension, thick with the promise of what was to come. Carmilla lays above you as her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue tracing along your bottom lip as she presses herself closer. Feeling yourself become needy, you start to kiss heavily against Carmilla's chin and cheek, kissing down her neck and sucking on the beautiful, grey skin she possesses.

You lick down to the crook of her neck and sink your teeth into Carmilla's burning flesh with a hunger that left you trembling with need. You bit into Carmilla's trapezius, causing the woman to moan out heavenly, angelically, her husky voice chiming through your ears. Carmilla hisses, sucking air past her teeth as her cheeks flush a deep red color.

She's so beautiful, far too beautiful, you thought.

Through lidded eyes and long black eyelashes, Carmilla's red scleras glowed bright, highlighting yours and her perfect face. Her white irises sparkled like stars before growing foggy with sin, lust; longing for you.

"~Mi amor, mi cariño."

A rush of weakness surges through your body at the moaning of your pet names, igniting every nerve in your body to submit to Carmilla.

Your sharp teeth released the taller woman's trapezius, slight blood and spit dripping down her collarbone and still connecting to your lips. You trail your wet tongue along the blood leading up to her wound, savoring the salty, irony taste of her. Hot kisses excited Carmilla. Your lips claimed her neck, leaving red kisses up towards her rounded jaw. Carmilla's breath hitched as your lips did this, igniting a primal hunger within her. Each kiss, each touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her heart pumping it through her, leaving her trembling with need.

"God," she gasped, her voice low with desire, "~You're driving me crazy."

A low growl could be heard vibrating from Carmilla's throat.

Big, white hands tightened their grip around your smaller ones above your head, her white ones bringing your hands down to her black painted lips. Your heart skipped when a suave kiss was placed to the back of your hand. That alone turned you on more. Black smooches coated down to your knuckles, kissing between them and finally kissing your soft palm. Slowly, sensually, Carmilla sticks out her tongue and licks up the full length of your index finger.

The woman's peircing gaze never leaves your own as she closes her lips around it with tantalizing precision. With a soft sigh, you close your eyes for just a momment to calm yourself, your cheeks flushing at the sight.

"~More," you begged.

Carmilla's tongue swirls around your fingertip before slowly pushing the digit further into her mouth, letting her tongue glide down its length as she does so. Shivers of pleasure course through your body, raising goosebumps up your arms and back. The sensation is intoxicating. Waves of desire crash over you as Carmilla's tongue dances against your skin, teasing and coaxing with each flick and swirl. Her mouth is hot and wet against your finger, her lips drawing you in deeper with each suck.

You shy away from Carmilla's stare, your heart pounding in your chest.

"God, Carmilla," you moan. "You don't have to tease me."

With stoic grace, Carmilla's lips release your finger with a soft pop, her eyes dark with want as she looks at you.

"Patience, mi amor," she purrs, her voice low and husky, "Let me take care of you."

Licking her lips like a starved black panther, Carmilla leans into you, her lips claiming yours in a fierce kiss. Your woman finally lets go of your hands, allowing you to freely touch her as her own hands begin to roam hungrily over your body.

A fire burns deep within you, expanding and burning hotter with each passing second.

You immediately kiss Carmilla back, a hum of passion escaping into the air. Her lips are soft against yours, warm and inviting as they dance with a rhythm all their own. You feel the heat of her breath, the wetness of her tongue, it sends an electrified pulse between your legs, a shiver racing down your spine.

Carmilla's hands move with confidence. Her long fingers trace a path of anticipation along the perfect curves of your body. With gentle yet purposeful movements, her fingertips glide over your skin, causing twitches under her touch. One hand reaches behind you, caressing down the small of your back, fingers delicatly tracing over the sensitive skin. The other hand traces the contours of your hips, pulling you closer with a possessive grip that leaves no doubt of her yearning for you.

Lips trail a path of fire along your jawline. Carmilla's teeth graze your skin in a teasing gesture that makes your back arch into her. You are desperate for her. The woman licks up to your ear, her teeth nips at your earlobe. A soft grunt rumbles in your throat and chest from the action. Your fingers tangle into her silky hair as you pull her close, loving the feel of her against you. With each kiss, each touch, the flames of desire burn brighter until you feel as though you're consumed by the intensity of your shared passion.

You were burning.

Engulfed with flame.

As her touch intensifies, Carmilla's hands explore every inch of you with a fervor that borders on desperation. You swore you could hear a whine escape her. White fingers dip into the curve of your waist, trailing higher until they find the swell of one of your breasts, where they linger, teasing and taunting with a touch that is both gentle and insist. Nails dig into your back as her other hand snakes up your front, palming your other, inviting breast. You can hear purring.

With elegance, your hands roam down to Carmilla's neck, freeing from her white hair and gliding down towards her shoulders and down her arms, reaching the hands on your breasts. You entangle your fingers over hers and move your hands in circles, forcing her hands to do the same. The woman above you groans at this, and her hands begin to grip you harder. Her beautiful face moves in closely, darting her tongue out and licking your lips, licking the inside of your mouth before licking and sucking down your neck, unable to resist nipping the soft skin here and there.

Lost in the ecstasy of her touch, you surrender yourself completely to Carmilla. Your head falls back in pleasure, your eyes closing and your teeth biting your bottom lip. With each lick and suckle, that ecstasy courses through your veins, leaving you trembling for more.

With a low moan of satisfaction, Carmilla's tongue explores every inch of your skin, tracing intricate patterns of saliva along your collarbone and down towards your chest. Feeling Carmilla's lips trail lower, you inhale sharply. With tender reverence, she presses soft kisses against the skin of your chest, each touch sending a surge of love through you. Her lips move with precision, exploring every inch of the thin skin with a hunger that leaves you breathless. Carmilla presses soft kisses around the sensitive skin surrounding your nubs. Suddenly, she then kisses your little nub and captures it into her mouth.

"Ah~! Carmilla, I can't. I need you so badly."

The arousal between your thighs spills out onto the sheets, evidence for just how badly you did, in fact, need her. Carmilla chuckled, though it sounded weak. She says nothing as her now smudged, black painted lips, soft and velvety, caress the sensitive nipple with a delicate pull, sending desire to your needy parts as she lets it go, letting gravity take it. She flicks her tongue against it and suckles your perky nipple, twisting her tongue over and around it. You can feel her deep breathing from her nose. Knowing how much the stoic, professional woman can be so affected by this, by you, was bliss.

Quickly, Carmilla moves to your other nipple. Her tongue slowly licks across it, hardening it fully. Her teeth pinch down on the beauty, causing you to gasp, leading into a low moan as her teeth gently grind against it before her lips wrap around it. With each suction, your body arches towards her touch, craving more of the exquisite pleasure she brings you.

Releasing your nipple, she uses her fingertips to circle around the hardened peaks. Her touch is gentle yet firm, as she applies just the right amount of pressure to make your body quiver. Your breath hitches in your throat, your skin tingling. Carmilla's skilled tongue darts out to flick your little nub before planting a sweet kiss against your nipples, starting down your stomach. Her lips leave faint, black kiss marks on your skin, almost as if she was marking you, claiming you as hers. Her tongue doesn't forget to give you attention, licking across your perfect belly. As she reaches the curve of your hips, her kisses grow more urgent, more insistent, even a bit wetter, desperately wanting the taste of you on her tongue.

You coo as her lips find the sensitive, begging parts between your legs. The woman used her large hands to spread your legs further apart for her. Her tongue slowly, but deeply glazes across that delicious piece of flesh of yours.

"Ah~!"

Carmilla licks up your wet folds, taking her time to build you up. Her tongue flicks across your clit, her lips eagerly wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking on it. You writhe beneath her, one of your hands reaching down to grip at the soft hair of Carmilla. Her tongue plays with your clit as she sucks on it, enjoying the feeling of your clit in her mouth. Using her tongue, she laps up your folds again before circling her tongue around your entrance. You moan and whimper as her tongue continues its slow and deliberate movements, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As she teases you, you can feel the pressure building deep within you. The sensations are overwhelming, and you can't help but grind your hips into her lips. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, Carmilla stops and looks up at you with a devilish grin.

"Do you want more, my love?" she asks, her voice sultry.

You nod quickly, eagerly, unable to form words. Carmilla snickers before diving back in, her tongue entering your sweet pussy. Your mind races with lewed thoughts as you watch Carmilla's skilled movements. The sight of her focused on your lady parts, wanting to make you cum for her, only heightens your arousal, almost making your heart give out from how fast it was beating. Your hips start to move in rhythm with her mouth, matching her pace as she continues to explore your insides. Without warning, Carmilla starts to carefully shove a large finger into your pussy with her tongue, stretching it open.

Your mouth opens to moan out, but you bite your lip instead, a deep, sultry hum coming from your chest at the feeling. You felt practically full just by her finger alone. Pleased by your reaction, Carmilla moves her finger in sync with her tongue, thrusting it in and out. You feel your pussy drip as her finger slides deeper in you, shoving it in completely. Your hips couldn't help but move with her, your body instinctively responding to the pleasurable stimuli.

Carmilla uses her finger to explore inside of you, feeling your wet, clenching walls as she sucks on your clit. Suddenly, you scream out in pleasure, your back arching and your legs twitching closed. Quickly, you try to quiet yourself and relax your limbs.

"Oh fu- Ah~!"

Carmilla found your g-spot.

"Such beautiful sounds. All because of me?"

Her skilled fingers now focus their attention on this sensitive area she found, adding another white finger into your needy hole, eliciting those beautiful, breathless moans from you. With each thrust and grind, Carmilla's fingers move to please you, driving you wild with desire. You whine from the intense feelings, your nails digging into her thick hair as you urge her on.

"P-please. Don't stop... Faster~!" You beg, your voice thick.

Obediently, her movements do grow faster, more urgent, as she drives you towards the brink of ecstasy. With every thrust, you feel yourself growing closer and closer to release, your body trembling with anticipation. Carmilla's fingers glide in and out of you with a wet, slick sound that fills the room.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. What's my name?"

Her words, whispered with husky urgency, send your heart soaring and your orgasm rising. Through the haze of pleasure, you manage to gasp out her name, your voice sloppy.

"C-Carmilla," you moan, the sound echoing through the room as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

"What is it?" She asks, adding a third finger into your pussy, putting one under the other two to fill you perfectly.

"Ahh! Carmilla!"

""¡Cielos, qué niña tan traviesa!"

With a satisfied smirk, Carmilla increases the pace with relentless determination. She thrusts her fingers in and out of you, swirling them around and flicking across your g-spot as her thumb presses into your swollen clitoris. You cry out her name again and again, your voice growing louder with each passing moment as you lose yourself in the throes of passion. Your fingers release Carmilla's hair and reach to grip the bedsheets, not wanting to harm Carmilla with your nail digging and hair pulling.

"Carmilla! Carmilla! Carmilla! Please! Ahh! God!" You whine and moan, almost sounding like you were about to cry as your body twitches from side to side.

"Ah! My angel! I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum!"

Finally, it happens. With a cry of pure ecstasy, you let go, your body convulsing with pleasure as a wave of powerful release washes over you, leaving you trembling and breathless in the aftermath.

Your body goes weak against the bed, your chest heaving greatly as it tries to gain breath. As the tsunami subsides, you feel Carmilla's lips press against your pussy lips, leaving a tender kiss. Then, with a hunger that can not be denied, Carmilla's tongue darts out to lick away the remnants of your release, her movements slow as she savors every drop of your essence.

"You taste exquisite, mi amor," Carmilla murmurs against your skin.

You tirely watch through lidded eyes as Carmilla's lips move against your lower lips, her tongue delving deep in you as she licks up your tasty nectar. When she finally draws back, a satisfied smile graces her lips, her eyes smoldering with fire as she gazes down at you. With a soft purr of contentment, she leans in close, pressing her lips against yours in a passionate kiss, letting you taste yourself on her lips. With a soft moan, you deepen the kiss, letting your tongue dance with her as your hands release the sheets to wrap around her neck, pulling her closer.

"Mm, these lips don't taste so bad either." Smirking softly, the taller woman kisses your lips again as you chuckle beneath her. Your cheeks blush and you roll your eyes.

Carmilla's arms wrap around you, pulling you even closer as she nuzzles the top of your head, inhaling the lovely smell of your hair.

"Allow me to please you in return?" You whisper, your breath warm.

Carmilla kisses your head a few times, stroking your hair lovingly.

"Next time. I have work I need to head back to. Thank you for indulging me, mi tesoro."

You nod understandingly, though a hint of disappointment lingers in your heart. Carmilla's responsibilities as one of the powerful overlords of Hell often demand her attention, leaving little room for leisurely pursuits. You tighten your embrace around your woman, cherishing the warmth of her body against yours.

"I understand," you reply softly, leaning into her touch as she strokes your hair lovingly. "But next time, I'll be the one to pamper you."

[slutt4ellie]

Fated hearts starts with fire

(Will most likely have more then one part!!)

Ellie Williams x Reader

Moving to a new city is tough, but it’s even harder when your roommate is a dick.

Summery: You moved out of your childhood town to peruse writing in NYC. While apartment searching you ended up finding a place 10 minutes off your campus, the one down side is you had to share it with a complete stranger.

Warnings -> Ellie’s just a complete dick, for good reasons! (sorta) / Alcohol usage / Mean!Ellie / Mean!Reader (sorta idk!) / I explained the clothes the reader is wearing twice but it doesn’t describe the reader being masc or fem! / WILL BE A SLOW BURN! / (Eventual smut ) / mention of previous relationships / toxic relationships /(Lmk if I missed anything else!)

WC: 4k!!

(Not Proofread!!)

DAILY CLICK 🇵🇸

You were beyond fucking nervous. 

You grew up in a small town since childhood and you’re currently standing outside your apartment in one of the biggest cities in America. New York City. 

Your parents thought you were “foolish” for chasing an imaginary dream which was writing. They constantly let you know that too, telling you most authors and writers go unnoticed by people with a greater talent and following.

Regardless it didn’t stop you from applying to a university in New York, and once you got in, you assumed it was a sign to pack up and leave the small city you called home for 18 years. 

Getting into one of your dream schools, packing up and leaving your parents, that was a few weeks ago and now you’re standing outside your two bedroom apartment. That’s right, two bedroom fucking aparment, it definitely wasn’t your ideal choice but when you saw an ad posted for a shared apartment for about 1.5k a month, you couldn’t exactly pass. 

Rent was already fucking expessive and now that you live in New York finding a place to live for under 3k well that was nearly impossible. So you quickly passed on the opportunity and decided you needed to step out for once and meet a new person, that being your roommate. 

You didn’t really know much about them other than the fact she was a girl, I mean you exchanged a few messages but to be honest she was dry, she only wanted a roommate because she couldn’t afford the apartment on her own and the person that previously lived with her had to move back to their hometown.

The fact she was a girl actually shared some comfort, I mean if it was a guy you would have been fine but trying to find something to relate on probably would have eventually killed you. 

So here you are, standing outside your new apartment with a key that the receptionist gave you, after you explained you were a new tenant that was moving. You weren’t a huge “people person", you had a few friends in high school which you still talk to often but other than that you were a homebody. You decided to nervously knock before entering the apartment which on the contrary seemed stupid since it was now also your apartment but it almost seemed respectful.

A voice followed the knock “Yeah it’s open you can come in!” That was your cue to open the door and your eyes were quickly met with peircing green ones. The girl had auburn haired with freckles that trailed her face, and a tiny scar on her eyebrow. “Who are you?” The girl said harshly looking you up and down which genuinely made you uncomfortable, but it’s not something you decide to mention. “I-I’m your roommate we talked. I’m-” You nervously held out your hand to shake which led the auburn haired girl to shake her head “I don’t have to know your name, we’re roommates, not friends.” Harsh, is all you could think. You just uncomfortably nod your head and let out a slight “Right.”

She just looks at the few boxes you had on the transport trolley and focuses her attention back on the tv as she plops back down on the couch. “Your room is down the hall on the left. Just put your shit there.” She sighs. 

I mean she's not the nicest person you’ve ever met but as of now you're sorta intruding on her space so you’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that’s why she seems to be on edge with your presence..!

It took you only a few hours to get your room setup. Since you moved pretty from your hometown you didn’t have the luxury of taking big things. Like your bed, mattress, shit like that. So you had a room, but the normal committees that come with a bedroom unfortunately didn’t apply. 

You also knew you had to get food considering you had nothing, you just took an assumption that the auburn hair girl wasn’t going to be suddenly sharing and giving you a helping hand allowing you to take something to eat. 

You got dressed throwing on a jacket and jeans to accommodate for the coldish weather that was taking place in NYC right now. But as you leave your room and walk down the hallway you notice the girl now has a friend sitting beside her on the couch. The person who you’re assuming is her friend has long brunette hair, brown doe eyes, and a nice smile. “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” Okay so the auburn haired girl's name is Ellie, looks like her mysterious persona is now gone. You thought to yourself. 

And you must have been staring for to long because Ellies green eyes now meet yours and your face flushes red as she speaks “Can I fucking help you?” As Ellie finishes her sentence the brunette nudges her hard muttering something along the lines of “You don’t always have to be a dick!”

Now that you feel your self respect has gone since you were caught staring like a deer in headlights, you just shake your head fast, and incredibly embarrassed. This ultimately leads you to leave the apartment fast just as fast as you entered and go to the closest grocery store you could possibly find..

That whole interaction had to be at least an hour or so ago because when you entered the apartment both hands cuffing grocery bags it was completely empty, the fact that Ellie and the brunette were talking about some party had you come to the conscience that they most likely went to it, which to be fair you weren’t exactly complaining. You’re almost sure Ellie hates you anyway so the fact you didn’t have to deal with her almost felt like a breath of fresh air. 

After putting away the groceries you sat down on the couch and pulled out your phone. There were a few messages from your parents and your very few high school friends reaching out to see how the move went.

Mommmmmm ❤️ 

(5:30pm) - “Hey hun, checking to see how the move went! You’re officially a city girl 😎”

You

(7:32pm) - “So far so good! Settling in well!”

Mommmmmm ❤️

(7:33pm) - “How's ur roomy? Must be strange living with someone who's not me and dad. 😂”

You

(7:35pm) - “Definitely weird, but she's nice! I’m gonna make dinner love u mom ❤️”

Mommmmmm ❤️

(7:35pm) - “Love you honey! Get something in your stomach. 😘”

You knew lying to your mom was sorta shitty but if you told your mom “Yeah my roommate is kinda a dick. She wouldn’t drop it trying to convince you that you 100% would need a new apartment and you’ve already accepted that 1.5k a month is the cheapest you’re ever going to find. So lying seemed like a smooth approach to the situation. 

Dad  

(7:45pm) - Your mother let me know everything's going well with the move. Good to hear.

You

(7:47pm) - Yep! Thanks dad. 

(Read)

That was usually you the most you got from your dad, he wasn’t very “Lovey dovey” as your mom would say which you tried not to blame him, your relationship wasn’t too toxic other then the writing thing. 

One thing you have been doing is texting your friends all day letting the know about the roommate situation and everything that’s been going on. 

You 

(5:20pm)- I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in, I don't wanna move in

Jess 🤗

(6:30pm) - Youll be fineeee!

Alex 🙊

(6:33pm) - yeah youll be fine! 

You

(6:34pm) - Guys actually help

(6:35pm) - Come to nyc

(6:35pm) - Come to nyc

(6:35pm) - SHE'S MEANN. 

Jess 🤗

(7:00pm) - WHO?

You

(7:10pm) - MY ROOMMATE

Alex 🙊

(7:33pm) - tf is happening? 😭

 You

(8:00pm) - fuck so when I first moved in she told me we dont have to fucking know each others names because were “Roomates and not friends” 

(8:01pm) - then I was gna go buy groceries and i accidentally stared and she she asked me if I fucking needed something

Alex 🙊

(8:33pm) - HUH? 

Jess 🤗

(8:40pm) - WHAT DID U DO?

 You

(8:44pm) - NOTHING. 

Jess 🤗

(8:40pm) - praying for u! 😁

Alex 🙊

(8:44pm) - same here girl

That was the last message you and your friends exchanged. They tried to calm you down a bit but you never had someone dislike you. You weren’t at all popular in school so you often went unnoticed which was FINE. But actually having someone dislike you and be open about the fact they actually don't enjoy your company was sorta humbling in a way?

You didn’t wanna force Ellie to like you but you didn’t understand why she already deemed that you were annoying or something.The thing you kept on going back to was the fact it was manly her space weather or not you liked it, it was almost like you were intruding and I guess if she felt that way you couldn’t blame her. 

It only took around 12 until your heard stumbling outside your apartment. It was a few seconds after when the front door opened and a man and woman let themselves in without knocking. You would have probably freaked out but the girl was the same one that was sitting on the couch with Ellie and she gave you a quick smile. “Hi” She has a very drunk Ellie on her shoulder which she quickly lets her down on the couch and picks her words back up looking straight at you “I’m Dina, this is Jesse, we're friends of Ellie.” She smiles and nudges Jesse which leads him to shake your hand softly. You followed up by telling them your name with a smile before you looked at Ellies limpish body on the couch. 

“Is she okay?” You looked at her, Ellie seemed way less hostile while she was sleeping which was refreshing. Dina almost instantly nods looking at you. “Oh yeah, she's just- she went a bit overboard tonight!” Jesse sorta chuckles “Cat situation clearly got her worked up” Your mind couldn’t help but wonder, did she fucking lose her cat or something, is that why shes so unreasonably moody. I mean it would make sense? 

You just nod looking at the pair, I mean you didn’t know what the fuck to say and this led Dina awkwardly make split eyecontact with you which followed by looking back at Jesse. “Well! We should get going It’s late and all and we got morning classes”

“Fuck tell me about it” You chuckle looking at them before talking “It was nice to meet you guys.” You smile nodding looking at them and Dina and Jesse both smile giving you a nice “Yeah you too” 

You went into your bedless room laying down a blanket against the cold wooden floor and layed a pillow right above that. Your mind wandered that night, you tried not to pay much attention to your roommate or what her friends said but you didn’t have much else to think about. Class started tomorrow and as much as you loved writing you had an undoubting feeling your professors were not going to pass up the chance to give you some insanely long ass writing assignment. So thinking about what Ellie's friends said was unfortunately on your mind.

When Jesse said “The cat situation” it had your mind go straight to the fact she probably lost her pet cat or something. But the more you thought about it, that seemed a tad bit far-fetched considering the conversion Dina was having with Ellie as they were talking on the couch “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” you just took the benefit of the doubt and wanted to say that most people would probably say “Forget about the cat” while referring to the pet cat! I mean unless Dinas grammar is just really ass. Cat is most likely a person. 

You quickly shake your head mumbling out a quick “This is stupid” it was 1am, and you're thinking about whether your roommates' friends were talking about a real cat or a person. Fuck you need to make some friends here, because if this is how you’re going to be spending your nights it’s going to get rough quick!

The morning was groggy as your alarm woke you up. You had classes that you needed to go to and you refused to let yourself be late to the first day. You got up throwing on a pair of pants and a sweater that will make sure you’re not freezing your ass off during the day. You left your room and just to your fucking luck Ellie’s leaving her room at the exact same time leaving the both of you with weird ass awkward eye contact. You assumed she must have gotten off the couch some time throughout the night considering she's now in her bedroom. Since you were both staring for about 10 seconds Ellie finally talks. “I heard if you take a picture it will last longer?” 

You tried to shrug off the comment but each time she spoke it was like nothing nice was going to come out of her mouth. You just turned on your heel shifting your gaze from hers, going down the hallway trying your best to not give her a reaction. It was better to be the bigger person consider it feels like your literal fucking roomates with a 13 year old boy. 

“You look shitty?” She says with a slight chuckle. Well that one did hurt. Manly because you spent time this morning making sure you looked presentable for the people you were going to face in class. You didn’t understand why she said it, but whether or not it was supposed to come out as a joke it hurt. “Did I do something or are you just like this with literally everyone.” You say avoiding her gaze. 

“Like?” She says, and this is now the longest you two have had a reciprocating conversation and it’s literally just insults. “Just a fucking prick” You say grabbing your bag and a protein bar. Luckily for you this time she didn't respond, her eyebrows slightly furrowed at your comment and you can tell it definitely struck a nerve. She just leaves the kitchen island and sits on the couch. And that was your invitation to also leave. You couldn’t be bothered to pursue this conversation any longer so you left and caught a taxi to your University. 

(Ellies Pov)

Yesterday

“I don’t wanna go to a fucking party man” Ellie groans looking at Dina as she continues to beg. “Ellie just come onnnnn! Come to the party, forget about Cat and actually go out!” Ellie catches your gaze and talks directly at you “Can I fucking help you?” Ellie says getting followed up with a hard nudge from Dina “You don’t always need to be a dick!” Ellie watches as you trip over your feet stumbling out of the apartment with a red face, clearly embarrassed. “What’s your issue?” Dina says, turning Ellies concentration straight back on her. “Nothing!” Ellie says, trying to defend her shitty behaviour. “You realize you dont always have to be fucking passive” Dina says looking at Ellie, as Ellies desperately trying avoid it. “I'm not being passive?!” Dina scoffs and puts on a deep voice trying to mock her “Can I fucking help you?” Dina says, looking at Ellie. “Literally coming from the same girl who sleeps with a dinosaur stuffed animal” Dina laughs, causing Ellie to defensively shake her head. “What the fuck! No I don't!” Dina nods and talks again “Ellie just come to the party she won’t even be there!” 

“Cat suddenly doesn’t come to parties?” Ellie shakes her head looking at Dina. “She won't be at this one! Just pleaseeee!!! School is gonna start then you’re going to complain because you missed this party.” Ellie cracks out a little smile and finally nod “Fuck okay okay! 

That led Ellie to the point she is now, in a taxi with Dina and Jesse. “It’s gonna be funn!” Dina smiles reassuring Ellie, which clearly doesn’t work because Ellies shakes her head “I think we got different meanings of fun Dina.” Dina shakes her and looks at Jesse and nudges him “Jesse you convince her. “Dude just put on a smile and once we get some shots in you it will be fine. We’re gonna have fun!” Ellie just smiles at the pair and nods. “Alrightttt!” They both smile at Ellie finally cracking a smile. “Yess!” Dina says. 

The night was smooth sailing for most of the time, when Ellie got some shots in her the tenseness of the night sorta just faded and it allowed her to actually enjoy the night. Ellie even flirted with a couple girls which was rare. I mean it didn’t lead anywhere because she 100% wasn’t ready for that, but it was nice. Especially after Cat. 

And just as Ellie thought the night was going well and she was talking to a girl there was a light tap on the shoulder and she was met with the same brown eyes that she spent about a year and a half with. 

Fucking cat.  

“Hey sun..” Cat says. And Ellie couldn’t help but cringe at the words. Sun, that’s what Cat always called Ellie when they were dating, and now that they 100% weren’t dating, it sorta just felt like a fresh wound. Ellie is a bit drunk (Really drunk) but she quickly spits out some words “Don’t call me that Cat.” Cat almost seems dumbfounded at Ellies words, like she couldn’t process the fact Ellie didn’t wanna get called some corny fucking pet name. 

“Okay..sorry. It’s like I always used to call you that?-” Cat says looking at Ellie trying to meet her green eyes but Ellie refuses to make eye contact. “Yeah, fucking used to. Just fu-” Dina quickly jumps in noticing Ellies hands are clenched and that nothing well is going to resolve from this conversation. “Hey Els go get some air with Jesse!” Dina quickly suggest signalling jesse over with a tilt of her head which causes him to walk over “Go take Ellie outside real quick please” He just smiles and nods, taking Ellie by the shoulder as she stumbles over her feet.

“Cat stop trying to talk to her. It’s still fresh and you’re acting like you breaking up with her was some game, okay you two are over and you made that decision.” Dina says sternly once Ellie and Jesse are outside. And Cat shakes her head fast. “I-I’m not even acting like it was some game?” Cat says getting defensive “I said we should take a break!” Cat says looking at Dina. “Then you fucking kissed a girl infront of her!” Dina says now also getting annoyed. The fact Cat wasn’t cluing into the fact she hurt Ellie was getting old. “Leave Ellie the fuck alone Cat” Dina says leaving the house to go meet up with Jesse and Ellie. 

“Is she okay?” Dina asks, looking at Ellie as she leans her head on his shoulder. Jesse looks at Dina and shrugs. “Other than the fact she just threw up 3 times I think she's okay!” He chuckles sarcastically. “Deal with Cat?” He asks as him and Dina now hold Ellie up. “Fuck shes unsufferable, but yeah, I think she got the message this time.”

This is what leads Dina and Jesse to drag and Ellie back to her shared apartment with you. They quickly open the door without knocking and Dina instantly notices your slightly panicked face “Hi” Dina says with a very drunk Ellie on her shoulder, Dina lets down Ellie lightly on the couch and Ellies body falls limp.

This is when Dina clues in you two haven’t properly met. “I’m Dina, this is Jesse, we're friends of Ellie.” Dina smiles and nudges Jesse which leads him to shake your hand softly. Dina and Jesse quickly learned your name as you followed up by telling them with a smile before you decide to talk again.. “Is she okay?”

Dina heard how your voice was soft. She wanted to give you props for even caring considering what Ellie said earlier to you  “Oh yeah, she's just- she went a bit overboard tonight!” Jesse sorta chuckles “Cat situation clearly got her worked up” They both noticed how your eyebrows furrowed clearly thinking about something but they didn’t think it was important to mention.

Dina breaks the awkward ass silence saying “Well! We should get going It’s late and all and we got morning classes”

You nodded to her words and said “Fuck tell me about it” You smiled looking at them before talking “It was nice to meet you guys.” You smile nodding looking at them and Dina and Jesse both smile giving you a nice “Yeah you too” 

Ellie’s night was shit, she woke up on the couch around 4am and noticed Dina and Jesse were nowhere to be seen. Since she woke up at 4am she did make it back into her bedroom but regardless the next morning her hangover was horrible. As she leaves her room she notices you walk out at the exact same fucking time. Great! It was followed by an awkward stare. Ellie noticed you must have gotten up early because you were put together but she would say that. Considering her night was shitty and you both were looking at each other like a deer lost in headlights she comes up with the bright idea to say “I heard if you take a picture it will last longer?” I mean it was harsh but it was easy!

You turned on your heel without giving Ellie a reaction which left her puzzled. I mean she didn’t do it for a reaction but the fact you didn’t give her one was weird. She sees you walk to the kitchen island and grab your bag. Again Ellie’s mouth thought way faster than her thoughts. “You look shitty?” She says it with a slight chuckle. I mean she didn’t mean it but now she was curious if you would break. 

And this time you did. Your eyebrows furrowed and she saw how her words actually affected you. Your eyes just looked more sad when she said those words. “Did I do something or are you just like this with literally everyone.” Ellie quickly picks up on how you’re avoiding her gaze, which works in her favor because if you did end up making eye contact with her you would see how her eyes faltered for a split second showing an ounce of sympathy.  

“Like?” Ellie says trying to keep up this shitty tough persona which really makes her come off as “Just a fucking prick” It’s like you finished what she was thinking and she didn’t like it. Because it’s one thing to act like one but now that it was brought to her attention it was like something she just really didn’t want to hear. 

This leads Ellie to get embarrassed on the fact you actually did call her out, she quickly turns her head facing away from you which was on purpose and she sat down on the couch which faces the tv. She hears your footsteps getting closer to the door and way more distance. Then there's a final slam of the door. You’re gone now.

Ellie’s not even looking at the tv, just straight ahead, because not only does she have a new roommate. But you fully were willing to actually call her out without a second thought.

Which Ellie doesn't like. 

Part 2

A/N -> HI! I feel like I have to apologize for literally leaving for like a month but I have had almost 0 motivation to write.

School has me really busy so it’s sorta just consuming all my free time. I also realized in my first fic I rushed to get the parts out which made the whole process of making them less enjoyable!

That being said for this one i’m not going to force myself to write I’m going to do it on my accord! (but that doesn’t mean each part is gonna take like a month btw!)

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this because I did enjoy making/ coming up with the plot. And I promise in future chapters it will get more interesting 😭 (let’s also not talk about how the reader didn’t know ellie’s name till they moved in, which I know is unrealistic asf!)

This is really just to start it off making sure the plot is understandable. 🫶🏽

[allkordelia]

Keep Me Near Your Heart XVI

Jaenara stood fidgeting as she waited outside the front door with her husband, enith and  ser krey were behind her while daeron was on her other side and aemond was holding her hand next to her.

Today was the day, her family was arriving soon to celebrate the birth of her child. Jaenara was anxious and excited, her emotions has been all over the place as she and enith with a little help from Alicent put everything together to welcome home her family. She been worrying non stop, she started praying and hopes that her husband and brothers wouldn't get into another fight like the last time they seen each other. That's the last thing she needs, another reason for a bigger rift to come between our families.

The sound of horses and carriage pulled jaenara out of her thought, she pulled her teeth between her lips, she clench and unclench her fist feeling suddenly scared. A gentle brush against her back made her swallow, soon another brush against her vacant hand, she didn't look down or turn to know who was doing it. Jaenara felt herself feeling little bit better with Krey close to her, as the days go by her belly becomes bigger and her mind starts to get stuck on one thing as well as her body.

She knows she was the one to break it off with Ser Krey for the safety of their child, but she felt a tinge of gulit when she started up her affair with him again. She didn't feel gulity for cheating on Aemond, no but she did feel a bit bad just because they got to a point in their relationship that they can be friends...for now anyways, the reason  she felt gulity was because she didn't feel like she deserve him. She was worn and ruin, while he was still this pure and kind soul, she didn't think she deserve a man like Krey. He didn't deserve a woman like her, she felt like she was only using him for his love because she never got that from Aemond. She fears that the feelings she feeling for him is only temporary, shes afraid that if he dies then she end up like her mother.

Bitter and hateful. She didn't want her child to go through what she did, she always promised herself she be a better mother than her own mother.

As much as she tries to stay away from him, the more she craves him. She couldn't go a day without wishing he was there next to her, talking about his day and laying next to her while they read in sweet comfortable silence. Soon, It grew worse as it spilled into her and  Aemond's time together, sex between her and her husband was only physical on her part, but ever since Krey has invaded her mind all she could imagine was Krey on top of her instead, the amount of times she had to bite down on on her fist to keep from screaming Krey's name rather than Aemond was getting her dangerously close to slipping up one day. Krey did things that made her melt in his hands, if Aemond try  half the things he did he wouldn't come close on making her feel the way Krey made her feel.

"Here they come." Enith's soft voice peirce through the air making jaenara snap out of her thoughts.

Jaenara let out a shaking breathe as she watch the single carriage make its way through the gates, a gentle squeeze came from her left, she glance at Aemond as he stood like a statue next to her. She cleared her throat and squeeze his hand back, she look ahead plastering on a  smile as she mentally prepare to face her mother and brothers after so long.

She swallow down the lump in her throat when the carriage stopped in front of them, she let go of Aemond's hand before carefully walking down the steps with him following behind.

Once the door opened, jaenara's worries slowly shifted to relief and confusion when she saw Gaela and Gaemon stepping out with their mother right behind them.

"Aunt Rhaelle?" Rhaelle looks at Jaenara taken back before a smile spread across her face.

"Sweet Jaenara."

Jaenara beams as she rush over to her aunt and wrapped her in a hug, a surprise sound came from rhaelle at the girl's sudden action. Rhaelle wrapped her arms around her neice after a second of beijg caught off guard, she gave her a good squeeze before they let go of each, jaenara took rhaelle in and she still looks the same as the last time Jaenara saw her.

"Oh, jae, look at you." Rhaelle gush as she holds the girl at arms length, "Your glowing." Rhaelle looks back up at her with a sweet smile.

Jaenara glance down shyly as she move her hand to rest on her belly.

"Thank you, auntie. Your words are too kind." Rhaelle smile back as she take in jaenara, she couldn't believe that her neice is carrying a child.

"Mama," Gaela whines pulling at her mofher's skirt, both jaenara and rhaelle turn to the little girl.

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I almost forgot." Rhaelle says wrapping her arm around gaela and gaemon pulling them close to her as she looks at jaenara, "We had a long ride, so the children are a bit cranky." She chuckle.

"It's fine. I had the servants ready your room before you came, so you can just go right up." Jaenara smiled kindly at the her cousins before looking at her aunt, rhaelle nod her head before patting her children's back making them walk ahead as jaenara and rhaelle follow.

"Thank you, I have no doubt the others will like to rest before dinner."

Rhaelle bow her head at Aemond and Daeron once they got at the top of the steps, before she turn her attention back to jaenara when she spoke up.

"Where is the others?" Jaenara asked as they walk inside.

"Oh, they will be here soon, some more than others. Alys and Baelon are in Maegonsæte, they will be traveling with their brothers and sister. They'll probably be here by morrow afternoon." Jaenara nodded her head listening before willing here to ask the question she been wondering since she saw rhaelle.

"And will my mother be joining us soon?" Rhaelle glance at jaenara before nodding her slowly.

"...yes, she was quite excited when she found out she was going to be a grandmother soon." Jaenara stare at her aunt knowing she was lying.

"Hmm...so happy to hear that." She said with a slight edge to her voice, rhaelle gives a timid smile as she glance at her neice, before they continue up the staircase.

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Jaenara was laying on the coach, one hand rubbing her stomach while the other was being held by her lover. The rest of her family arrived just days ago, and the moment everyone was under the same roof the tension between the family has become unbearable. Every dinner or breakfast was spent quiet, jaenara announce to her cousins and brothers about being on their best behavior and the same went with rhaelle's grandchildren. She already had the long talk with Aemond about not starting anything with her brothers, even had to talk to Aegon about starting stuff just to see chaos. All jaenara wanted was a stress less few days before her baby came, she couldn't stress that enough to her aunt rhaelle how she needed everything to be cordial between everyone.

Soft lips peck the side of jaenara's head bringing her back to the present, she blinks and shift her head when she felt the same lips brush against her ear.

"What are you thinking about, my lady." Ser Krey ask making jaenara sigh.

"Nothing of importance, darling. Just my family..." she mumbled. Ser Krey hummed.

"Do you want to talk about it." Jaenara pause for a moment thinking before shaking her head.

"No...I rather not think about my family and their drama." She said moving to look up at her knight with a small smile, "What I would rather do is have you make me forget," Ser Krey smirks down at her with as she gives him a knowing look, "Do you think you can do that for me, my love." She purred making Ser Krey smile widen.

"For you princess, yes." He said low before he lean down slowly to press his lips to hers.

Jaenara smiled into the kiss, ser krey shift his body on the coach so he could be laying on his side with Jaenara against the cushions. Jaenara moan as Krey swipe his tongue against her bottom lip before biting it gently, jaenara  hook her leg over Krey's hip bringing him closer as they kiss and caress each other. Jaenara whimper when Krey's hand found its way under her gown and his fingers brush against her thigh as they slowly ascend.

A knock at the door made the two pull away quickly, they look at each other with confuse and worried looks. Jaenara had a ritual ever since she moved into her new chamber, first she get ready and visit the orphans in the morning, spend a hour or two there before having agonizing tea with alicent and her ladies in waiting  in the garden, after that she spend some time with either Aemond in the library or Helaena in her chambers. But, ever since she announced she was pregnant, Aemond hadn't allow her alone time in months, he was always there, waiting and watching her like a hawk. It was beginning to get frustrating and suffocating, it wasn't until the arrival of her family did he take a step back and give her some space.

She guessed since her female cousins and aunt was always around, Aemond felt reassure about omy wellbeing, but jaenara didn't feel the same with her family now living under one roof it was even harder for her to make time for herself. It was Krey's idea to meet in her old chamber when she had a chance of freedom, they would spend a few minute alone neither talking about their day or the baby or just lay in each other others.

The banging made Jaenara flinch as she snap back into the present, she sits up and moves over Krey, she look over her shoulder and put her finger to her lip before going to the door.

"Mother." Jaenara said shock once she came face to face with her mother, Rhaenyra smiled at her daughter, "What are you doing here? D-Did Aunt Rhaelle send you to come get me?" Jaenara asked as she kept the door slightly ajar, her body was blocking the view to the sitting area and the rest of the room.

Rhaenyra let out a soft hummed, "No, your Aunt didn't send me, I just wanted to see how you are. We havent spoken since I arrived, my child." Rhaenyra pouts as she move her hands to fold over her stomach, "It feels like you are avoiding me, my little seastar." A look of unease spread across jaenara's feature at her mother's little nickname, never in her entire life did she ever hear her mother call her out of her name that wasn't pleasant.

"Ummm..." Jaenara didn't know what to saw to her mother.

"Maybe, this is good time as any to catch up," Her mother hand shot up to open the door wider, but jaenara was quick to snap out of her shock and keep it firmly in place.

"Can this not wait, mother." Rhaenyra look at her daughter with a tilt in her head and narrow eyes, "...I'm just really want to be alone right now, before I have to go back out there and listen to everyone talk about the baby--"

"Do you think I got a moment of peace when you and your brothers were born, jaenara" The young princess clasp her mouth shut as she stare at her mother dumbfounded, "No. I had to take care of you all without complaint because that is what a mother suppose to do‐‐"

"But, mother--"

"Do not interrupted me, Jaenara!" The future queen snapped, a edge in her voice sent jaenara back making her purse her lips and dip her chin, Rhaenyra huffed, "It seems like your time here have made you forget your manners," Rhaenyra shook her head with hint if annoyance.

"Sorry, mother." Jaenara says quiet. 

"Do not fret about it, you know how I hate when you fret." Jaenara swallow and nodded her head, Rhaenyra cleared her voice, "So, can I come in, maybe we can talk over some tea." Jaenara looked at her mother slightly alarm and fearful as Krey was still in the room.

"Uh, maybe we can have some tea outside, it a beautiful day out." Jaenara suggested.

"Too hot for my liking." She dismissed.

Jaenara was too slow to stop her as her mother push passed her and the door, "Mother, wait!" Jaenara nearly shouted turning around only to be meet with a empty room, she furrow her brows as she glance around for Krey but he was no where to be seen.

"What has gotten into you, Jaenara." Rhaenyra says, jaenara glance at the chamber door to see it ajar, "Jaenara, I am speaking to you." Her mother scolded, jaenara look back to her mother to see her with a raise brow.

"I-I'm sorry I just..." Jaenara glance over to the door before back at her mother, "I'm sorry mother...the baby is making me lose all my sense." Jaenara reply with a weak chuckle, rhaenyra narrow her eyes at her again before humming and turning on her heels.

"So, father gave you the solar...how long did you live here?" Her mother ask as she looks around, Jaenara steps away from the door as she watch her mother nervously.

"Almost a year." Rhaenyra hummed again before looking at her.

"It's quite a place, why did you leave." Rhaenyra asked curious, jaenara move her hands to her stomach feeling suddenly sad.

"After the lost of my daughter it was...too painful to stay." Jaenara said honestly, the whole family already knew no thanks to Alicent slipped tongue.

"Hmmm." Rhaenyra let out the sound before glancing away from her daughter, "Is that you old chambers." She ask as she walk towards the double doors, jaenara was quick to move and plant her selling front keeping her mother from going inside.

"Yes, it is. Mother, why don't we sit down. I can call on a servant to bring us tea and we can finally catch like you wanted." Jaenara babbled as her hand went to the handle and kept the door closed, Rhaenyra gives her daughter a look that made jaenara swallow and shrink.

"If you don't want my company, jaenara. You can just say that..." Jaenara mouth fall open in shock.

"M-Mother that is not what this is--" Jaenara started.

"Don't try to spare my feelings, child. I know when I am not wanted." Rhaenyra spat making jaenara drop her shoulders with a look.

"I'm not, mommy. I just...it's the room it brings back too many bad memories, let's just go back to my chamber and talk." Rhaenyra eye her daughter as jaenara stare at her with pleading eyes.

"...fine." Jaenara let out a breathe once her mother back was turn, she step away from the door and follow her mother.

They weren't five steps from the door when they heard a clatter from the room, Jaenara was ahead as her mother was just a step behind her.

"What was that." Rhaenyra ask as she stop and turn to look at the double doors.

"It's probably nothing–" Rhaenyra didn't wait for her daughter to finish as she stalk over to the door.

Jaenara was right behind but she wasn't fast enough as her mother threw open the doors, Jaenara stop in the threshold to see her mother inside the room looking at Krey as he stood looking at her in a mixture of shock and fear.

"Mother." Jaenara called softly scared of what her mother next move will be, "M-Mother." She called again with a trembling voice, Rhaenyra slowly turn to look at her daughter, no emotions were present as she stare at Jaenara.

Jaenara move from the doorway with a trembling form, "Mommy, I-I can explain...if you just let me–" Rhaenyra didn't say a word as she walk towards her daughter and  swung her hand to slap her daughter's cheek, Jaenara let out a painful yelp as the slap made her head turn.

Jaenara's hand flew up to hold her throbbing check, she look at her mother with tears in her eyes as her mother look back at her with a look of anger.

"I expected more from you, jaenara." Rhaenyra chided glaring, "...you disgust me and I will be sure to tell your aunt about this...amour..." She huff moving her hand, jaenara couldn't do anything but watch with fallen tears, "Your father would be disappointed in how you turn out if he was still alive." Jaenara dip her shaking chin as she look down in shame.

"...I'm sorry," Jaenara whispered.

Rhaenyra shook her head with a eyeroll and step around her daughter, Jaenara sniffle as she lean against the wall, she covered her mouth once the door to the solar slam behind her mother leaving the two lovers in a air of concern and fear.

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The dinning hall was lively as my family talk to one another, it was surprising and I was happy to see that cousins who despised each other were having a civil conversation. For once it was nice to see us being a family rather than ill mannered strangers, even Aegon and Aemond are getting along, and what made it better was that it was a private dinner for only family only servants and two guards were there.

I smile at Alys as she talk about her adventures in Essos, I lean on my hand fascinated with her stories, I was so happy that she got to voyage the world. It was her dream and she was living it, even through there was a small piece of me that was envious of her freedom, but my love for her out weigh that. I had long come to terms about my new life here with Aemond, sad as it may seems, but I couldn't hold on to that anger from the past. I will always remember what he put me through, but I won't allow that to control my future with my child.

I move my thumb to rub the back of Aemond's hand, if I want my child to grow up with a loving father, I must focus on being the wife aemond thinks I been being. I glance over at my mother who was eating in silence between lucerys and jacerys, it been days since my mother discovered my affair, I was ashame of myself and I cried for days in fear that she tell my aunt and uncle. I already had one mother who was disappointed, i couldn't imagine losing rhaelle of all people just because I couldn't control my urges.

I ended my affair with Krey once again three days after the incident, and it hurt just as hard like the first time. I will always love Addam and he will always love me, and doing this will protect our child. I did the right thing, didn't I?

"Jaenara..." Aemond called softly catching my attention just as Alyaena got her attention pulled to Maekar, Aemond lean in making me do the same as he whispered in my ear, "...have I told you how absolutely gorgeous you look tonight." I smiled bashfully and pull back at bit to look at him, he stare at me with a look that would have knock the air out of me in the beginning of our marriage.

I hate to admit it but these pass few weeks, Aemond has become different, his not the same man from few months ago, he smiles more, he laughs more, he even told me a joke that wasn't even funny but it did make me smile. I love Aemond not in the way I love Krey but I do love him and care for him now, it's like the man who lost his eye was gone and the boy who I imagine marrying when I was a little girl finally came back and I don't want him to go away.

"Yes, you have." I replied back making us share a smile.

"Well, I'll say it again, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, my love." He purred moving his hand to settle on my swelling belly, I look down and place my hand on top before looking at him with a sly smile.

"Such kind words, husband." I move my other hand to his thigh, "Maybe later on tonight I can give you a sweet treat for being such a good boy these passed couple of days..." I move my hand up before giving him a squeeze, he let out a shudder breathe as he watch me, "...would you like that, darling?" I leaned close to whisper in his ear with a sultry tone.

A soft low moan came from him when I squeeze him again, "Why wait when we can leave right now, I doubt anyone would care." I pulled back with a amuse smile, his eye swirl with lust making me bite my lip.

"What would you mother think, husband. Leaving so soon...we havent even gotten our desert yet." I smirk.

Aemond gave a playful eyeroll, he lean in close again to brush his nose along my jaw, "My mother has your aunt to distract her..." he whispered before pressing a gentle kiss near my ear making me smile, "...and besides I rather have you than any desert that comes out." He cooed before kissing a spot that made me giggle, Aemond pulled back to look at me.

"Fine but will have to deal with your mother in the morning," I said, he nods his head.

Deal, but let's wait a few minutes,"

I nod my head with a 'okay' Aemond smiles and leans back in his seat his hand still on me, I slowly slide my hand from his thigh and look at my plate. I glance around the table as I take in the smiles and laughter, I look at my grandfather as he talks to his brother something I never seen in my life. He looks so happy as he speaks to him, it seems everyone is having a good time. I move my eyed away from them to look across the table, my heart leap at the cold eyes of Jace, I averted my eyes quickly confuse and a little bit concern at the way he was glaring at me.

"...so have you decided on any names." I snap out of my thoughts and turn to Luke.

"I'm sorry?" I ask not truely catching what he was asking.

"For the baby. Have you decided on what you are going to name them." I let out a small 'oh' and glance around to see the others pausing their conversation to look at me.

"Um, no, we are still between two names if it's a boy but we did decide if it's a girl we name her after our great grandmother, Alysanne." Their was looks of approval around the table, some saying it was great idea and a beautiful way of honoring the late monarch.

"And if it's a boy." Jace ask with a edge to his tone making me look at him.

"Well, Aemond likes the idea of naming him Maegor..." I said looking at the others, the elder relative looked a bit unsure or just not too keen on the name while my cousins looked rather happy.

"Finally, someone in this family has the balls to name a child with such a fierce name." Ronas says causing his brother next to him to nod in agreement.

"Let's just pray that he doesn't end up like him, hmm." Balaegor comment looking at his cousin before looking down the table at us.

"My son will have what maegor the cruel lacks, a loving father." Aemond states before taking his goblet.

"Mmhmm, I couldn't say it better myself, my boy." Viserys spoke weakly making Aemond tense his jaw, I patted his hand calming him down, "I am happy that we all can come to together again to celebrate and witness another member to be added in our line, and I thank the gods every night for keeping me here so i can meet my great grandchild." My grandfather moving words made everyone smile and look at each other grateful, I look at my grandsire with a small smile slightly moved by his words.

Even though, Viserys has neglected his younger children and me for years, I have notice he is slowly coming around in trying to mend those relationships. He started spending some time with Helaena and her twins, whenever I go for a walk I would see them in the garden just sitting and watching the children play with the nanny. I heard from Enith that Viserys has also been visiting Aegon some days, i don't know what they talk about but i know that Aemond is not fond of his father finally taking the initiative to act like a father after so many years of neglect.

He told me how uncomfortable he was of the fact that he and his father share so many common interests, Aemond didn't want an relationship with his father, that time has passed he said to me once. But, he couldn't just ignore the monarch since he was still his father and the king, so he played along ro his father's delusion.

"That's beautiful, father." My mother said with a small smile, Viserys gives a weak smile in return at his eldest, "We should make a toast to Maegor." Rhaenyra raise her cup, but before anyone could Aemond spoke up.

"Actually," Aemond slide his chair back making me and everyone else at the table look at him as he stand holding hid cup while still holding my hand, "As much as I love to name my firstborn, Maegor, I believe my son's name should honor my wife's late father, Laenor." I look up at Aemond in surprise staring at him with wide eyes, "So, let's raise our glass to my future son, Laenor Targaryen." He held his glass up as everyone toast to my unborn son, my eyes remain on Aemond.

He took a seat and turn to me, I couldn't help but smile at him with watery eyes.

"Thank you," I said low once everyone went back to conversing with one another, Aemond smile not saying anything and just kiss me making me kiss him back.

We pulled back smiling at each other, as I look at him I realize maybe I can give him another chance. Make this work between us and get a happy ending out of it, it will be hard getting over Ser Krey but I know I must let go like I said before for myself safety and his own.

"...This is ridiculous." Jacerys mutter but I heard him and so did Aemond making us look at him as he glare at his plate.

Aemond turn in his seat making me look at him, I grab his hand signaling him not to engage.

"Is there a probelm, nephew." Aemond ask calmly making Jace snap his eyes up towards him, he glance at me before tossing his folk on his plate making it make a loud clank catching others attention.

"Yes, I do have a problem, uncle." He said tersely, my mother look worried at her son, before leaning to whisper to him only for him to hold his hand up to silence her as he stare at me, "Are you seriously thinking on naming your son after father?" He ask, I nod my head.

"Of course." I said without hesitation, but that seem like the wrong thing to say as Jace scowl and balled up his hands.

"You can't." He grits through his teeth making me frown confuse.

"Why,"

Jace glance around the table as everyone watch us, he looks back at me with a look that I couldn't place and blurted out the last thing I expected.

"Because I do not want our father's memory going to a bastard." Jace said codly, it felt the whole room went quiet at his words, I stare at him shock and hurt before glancing at my mother who avoided looking at me.

I brought my attention back to Aemond as he quickly got up from his chair and slam his hands on the table.

"My son is no bastard, so you better be careful what you say next, boy." Aemond seethe out making me stand and grab his arm.

"Aemond, just forget let's just go to our chamber," Aemond look at me upset.

"But, he–" I shook my head and cut him off.

"My brother is obviously drunk." I look pointly at jacerys as he leans back in his seat with his cup to his chest, I look at my husband and pleaded with him with a soft voice to let it go.

Aemond glance at jacerys with a glare before looking at me, he nodded his head with a clench jaw making me rub his arm and look at the others.

"Thank you for dinner, Alicent." I said looking at her, she smile but her eyes held some something that ignore, "I wish you all a goodnight," I held Aemond's arm and we step away from the table, it was still silent as we walk away.

"Don't forget to kiss Ser Krey goodnight as well, sister. I'm sure his waiting for you in your old chambers right now." My heart stop just as Aemond did, my blood ran cold and I look at Aemond as he stare ahead.

"Jacerys! That's enough." My mother snap.

"What? It's not a big secret, mother. Everyone knows already." I turn around to look at Jacerys as he look smugly at me, "Just like everyone knows about Aemond's whore in Harrenhal." I took a quick inhale at the mention of rivers.

"Your ass you know that, jace." Alyaena says, Jace shrug his shoulder uncaring and took a sip out of his cup.

"So, it's true...interesting." Ronas says looking at Aemond impress look.

"That's enough!" Rhaelle snap catching everyone attention expect Aemon as he yet to say or do anything, "This night has turn sour, its best everyone goes to bed." She commanded.

"But, it's not even the hour of the bat, mother." Corwyn complains drunkley, "And besides who cares, it's not like anyone at this table is a saint."

"Speak for yourself, brother." Alicent spat, corywn looks at his sister with a look.

"Now, now, alicent, I'm very drunk and the last thing you want right now is to be on my bad side." Corwyn threaten lightly making the queen purse her lips angrily.

"Oh, shut up!" Baelor said before a all out quarrel broke out.

I shook my head turning away from the drama and the bickering to see Aemond walk away from me, I call out his name. But, he didn't stop as he left through the doors, I move to go after him only to stop when jacerys open his damn mouth again.

"Look at that the perfect couple is not so perfect after all, who knew." He said dry as I clench my jaw and turn sharply on my heel.

"What is wrong with you." I snap loudly making the others go quiet, "Why would you do that, we were having a great time, why would you ruin the evening." I walk back to the table with each word I said getting angry.

"I just wanted to show the family what a traitor and fraud you are, sister." My twist into a scowl at his words as a mixture of anger and confuse swirl in me, "...parading around here like some happy couple, you two are so delusional that it was just sad."

"Your an asshole." I snap but all jacerys did was smirk and chuckle, "And the reason you did this is because your the real miserable one here, poor boy got his ego bruise because his betrothed didn't want to marry him." Jacerys's smile twisted into an angry frown.

"That's enough you two," My mother said in her firm voice, "Jaenara, apologize to your brother this instant." I look at her in disbelief as she look at me, I glance at jacerys as he sneer looking from his mother to me.

I never understand how we got here, why my brother was this way, back then when we were children he use to be my bestfriend. He would always carrying me on his back when we go exploring in godswood, whenever I hurt myself he would kiss my wound and make it better, he told long that he would always protect me and now here he is ruining everything. And mother is letting him.

"Jaenara–"

"No!" I snap looking at her, my mother gape at me taken back, "I'm not apologizing to that peice of shit," I glare at jacerys as he did the same.

"I am your mother and you do–" I let out a harsh laugh making her words get caught in her throat, I look at her with so much anger and hatred that I been holding in for ten years.

"You have never been a mother to me, and I am tired of you pretending like you are..." Rhaenyra stood frozen making me continue, "...all I ever done was be a good daughter, and yet nothing I do was enough for you. But, yet I love even when you were cruel to me and maybe thats a good thing because it make it so easy to say this next part, mother." Rhaenyra look at me with mix emotions, "I hate you and I never ever want to see you again, you will never met my son, so I hope your happy." I turn away from her to jacerys as he look at me with neutral look.

"What? Gonna say you hate me, too." He said without inch of care in his voice, I shook my head at him, and took another step closer to the table.

"No, because we shared too many good memories together, brother." He squint his eyes at me with unreadable expression, "I don't know what I did to make you hate me, you're my big brother. I loved you, I defended you..." I let out a exasperated chuckle, picking up Aemond's goblet,"...I lost half of my fucking memories for you, and all I can really say to you is go fuck yourself." I threw the crimson liquid into his face making him splutter

I threw the cup on the ground and turn walking away, I held my stomach as I quickly left the hall to find Aemond.

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Can I request a chishiya angst please?? but later it goes angst smut?? please do it!! Im dying to see one! Thank you!

Guilty Pleasures

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x afab!reader genre: angst, smut warning(s): angst, smut, hate fuck, mentions of close death, mentions of injury and being shot, mentions of blood and crying, pussy slapping, degradation, chishiya being a nonchalant little bitch (shock horror gasp), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), piv sex, summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 word count: 1.2k a/n: hiya!! thank you so much for requesting oml i saw this at 6am and i almost screamed! i hope this fits and if it doesn't feel free to tell me honey! make sure you all eat and drink, love yas, mwah!

you and chishiya absolutely hated eachother and everyone knew it. you were always bickering, giving snarky remarks to eachother whenever you felt like it.

now, you would also both play games together, but keep on with the snarky remarks whenever someone did something wrong.

today was an extra hard game. it was the second wave of the games, and you had been stuck with chishiya.

the king of spades left you heavily wounded, and much to your dismay, you had been left with chishiya.

you were joking the whole time you had a bullet in your side. even though he was worried about you somewhere deep down in his cold-hearted and stoic body, he still kept his nonchalant face and demeanor.

"you can't be joking about these things" he mumbled as he pressed down on your wound, making you groan in pain, tears stinging your eyes and threatening to spill over.

"but i feel holey" you said with a feined smile, the pain making you feel nauseous.

he let out a light-hearted chuckle at the comment. he pressed down harder, the bleeding was still going, but not as much.

you were both in an abandoned house, which you both managed to find bandages in. he reached for the bandages which were discarded to the side and sat you up, still pressing down on your wound. he tightly wrapped them around you, lifting your t-shirt up slightly to get to the wounded area.

"y'know, for someone who claims to hate me, you're doing an aweful lot to keep me alive right now" you say, your big doe eyes peircing through his cold ones.

"you can't die on my hands. you of all people should know that" he mutters. you chuckle lightly at his comment.

"i guess i should huh" you mutter.

you felt there was something in the way the veins in his hands flexed when they were doing something, the way he looked when he was concentrated, but you felt a heat rush to your core.

you unconciously rubbed your thighs together, and you thought he didn't notice until he spoke up, still staring at your thighs.

"the fuck are you doing?" he said standing up and staring down at you with his hard eyes. you didn't know what to say so you simply shrugged, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

he shook his head in response, picking up the leftover bandages and putting them back where he found them.

"if you were feeling horny you could've just said" he said, you could practically feel the smirk on his face as he did so.

"i think that would've been akward conversation for the both of us" you mutter shyly.

he nods before walking back towards you and placing both hands either side of you, trapping you to the couch and searching in your eyes.

eventually he smashed his lips onto yours, kissing you aggressively. there wasn't much passion in the kiss, but there was hints of gentleness at certain parts. it wasn't rushed, nor was it slow, it was at just the right pace for you to keep up with it.

he pulled away and swiftly pulled your top over your head, earning a wince from you as he brushed past your bullet wound. he shushes you before going back to attacking your lips.

you felt his hands wrap around you, unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room. he instantly starts playing with your nipples, flicking his fingers over them.

he kisses down your neck, leaving small bites as he does so. he takes one of your tits in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple.

you whimper out when you feel his hardened dick against your thigh. he managed to get you to lie down on the sofa again with him on top of you.

since his right thigh was inbetween yours, you moved your hips against his, earning a groan from him. your clothed pussy rubbed deliciously against his thigh, making just the right amount of friction for your clit.

you felt his arms move down past your waist and down to your bottoms, lifting your hips to pull them down, throwing them somewhere along with your bra and t-shirt.

you moaned loudly as chishiya grabbed your hips and pulled your pussy down onto his thigh. your clit rubbed against his sweatpants, earning strings of moans from you.

"shut the fuck up before i fuck you dumb you stupid whore" he spits, moving his face closer to yours.

he keeps his hands on your hips, moving them for you when you start to slow down.

"you close huh? did i say you could cum yet? you're gonna wait until that pussy of yours is wrapped so tight around my cock to cum, i get to say when you cum" he says, opening your mouth with his fingers, shoving them down your throat and almost making you gag.

you try to keep your hips moving, but chishiya quickly grabs your hips with both hands, almost ripping them from your mouth and stops your movements.

you whimper out in protest as he does so, making him slap your pussy harshly.

he makes quick work of getting his sweatpants and shirt off, going back down to kiss you harshly.

he lined himself up with your enterence and pushes himself into you with one single thrust. he doesn't give you much time to adjust before he thrusts in and out of you quickly and very hard.

he hits your g-spot over and over, even though you hand't been fucking for long. even though he was keeping at a fast pace, he was trying his hardest not to hurt you even more then you already were.

you were moaning over and over again, your hands travelling up to his hair and tugging on it harshly. he groans before tugging you upwards into another kiss.

his tongue enters your mouth, asserting his domination. he rests his elbows either side of you, his hips snapping into yours over and over again.

"you wanted this huh? you want me to fuck you so hard? oh what would you do without me hm? certainly wouldn't be able to fuck yourself as good as im fucking you now" he pulls away and whispers into your ear, grabbing your hair and pulling it back.

you moan loudly and your nails scrape down his back, definately leaving a red mark for you to see tomorrow. you felt the growing pleasure intensifying in the pit of your stomach.

your moans started to get more high pitched and loud, signalling you were close.

"you gonna cum huh? yeah? gonna cum with me? such a fucking whore hm, creaming around my cock like this? what would the others think slut? you think they would want a go with you?" he groans in your ear.

you moan loudly as you cum around his cock. he still fucks into you, riding out your highs, filling you with his seed. a white ring formed at the base of his cock. there was a few moments of silence before he spoke up.

"this changes nothing" he says, pulling out of you and retrieving his clothes, gettind redressed and then going to retrieve yours. "i still hate you"

"i hate you too" you say, beginning to sit up.

you get yourself redressed.

"i'll take the floor" he mutters, grabbing a pillow and two blankets, throwing one at you. "night" he says dryly.

"night" you say quietly, drifting off to sleep.

even though you knew it meant nothing, you couldn't help feel an attraction towards the blonde man. but he wouldn't reciprocate, right?

[mingyus-blackcard]

ੈ✩‧₊ I don’t understand but I love you ੈ✩‧₊

Pairing : Xu Minghao x male reader

Words : 0.8k

Genres : High-school au, One-sided love au, Minghao is a model student

Music : I don’t understand but I love you by SEVENTEEN

TW- Angst , Romance, One - sided love , Reader is obsessed with Minghao ( This is my first ever post, let me know what to add!)

When I saw you, on frozen space, heightened senses

When I only see you, my heart gets jealous of, even my eyes

Those letters rotting away in the back of the locker, despite being written a thousand times, with the same emotion of professing love for the same blonde haired guy, the basketball captain, Xu Minghao. Despite never meeting face to face or rather even bumping into the corridors, he was madly in love with him. Despite his friends encouraging him to go and at least give it a try, he would rather be satisfied by cheering from the bleachers and remaining that unknown boy and dying with his unrequited love. He would be jealous of his teammates, who without any reason could talk to him, could laugh with him, could share movements with him, while he daydreamed about his perfect life he had made with Minghao, which would only turn into reality if he ever got the courage to ask him.

The waves in the deep forest

You're the only one for me

The melody of the guitar

His so called love story led to him writing numerous songs, a hobby he picked on his 7th birthday after being gifted a guitar which till now has been kept in exemplary condition. He would often find himself playing the guitar to a song but would gradually shift to one of his own composed ones written for none other than Minghao himself . He never understood why he was so madly in love with him, maybe that one moment he had with him in 10th grade was sufficient to say. Minghao and him were lab partners, maybe it was for his flirty smile, or the peircing of his ears or rather those lips he badly wanted to kiss, he fell for him right there, just like the acid which fell on his hand. Minghao of course had to take him to the nurse. Before leaving him with the nurse and going to hang with friends, he had asked him if he was okay, to which he genuinely replied that he was, but rather after that moment, he never was and might never be.

It makes me desperately wish again

Zoom into the heavy scent

I'm more afraid that it will get erased in between thе confusing words

Those few moments had led to start with his current obsession. After that meeting, his wish for every holiday, every birthday was for Minghao to be his lover. You could call it love it at first sight. He attended his every match, made sure to cheer only for his team. Call it luck or call it fate,once, after winning the match against the local high school, Minghao threw his jersey, for which he surprisingly was the receiver. He still has that jersey hanged up on his bedroom wall, for him it means the world, more than any celebrity autograph or any test marks could matter. But what ate him inside was that what if Minghao never knew he existed, what if he still remembers him? His biggest fear was unsettled, was it Minghao knowing he existed or rather him not knowing he existed.

Different languages and diffеrent times

You don't have to understand

Password that only the two of us shared in secret

Open up the both of us

Minghao came in as a transfer student from China. In the beginning he could barely form sentences in korean, but now he seemed as efficient as any native speaker. He always had been the model student. Teacher’s favourite , Parent’s pride, everyone’s friend. He always thought that Minghao didn’t need to understand him, his love for him was probably for a term, or maybe an year, it would probably go away. Little did he realise that Minghao was like the password to his heart, a password he can’t ever forget. He was the guy which everyone wanted to be and the guy which every girl wanted, and a guy as well.

All the words that exists in the world,

It's enough for just the two of us to know, with all my desire

With the growing wave of emotion,

You know, there are more important things than words between us, right?

He could never express his love for Minghao, he would always fall short of that perfect word, waiting to sum it up all. With every beat, his heart yearns for those whispers of his affection, his eyes, for his touch, and in his smile, he has found a love that words will always fall short of describing. In silence, his love songs would play, in night, his hopes would twinkle, In blaze, his yearning would be alive. He never needed the warmth, just the existence of his was suffeicient for him.

I don’t understand but I love you

This lifetime would prove to be insufficient for him to have the courage and confess. He could understand Minghao better with every passing second, but even if a moment came, where he never understood him, all that mattered to him were those three words, “ I love you .”

[honeyfizzly]

Saw someone reddit complaining why there wasn't an princess that wanted us to slay her so I wrote up an fan route where this occurs. Warning there's themes of suicide ideation here, also very long

Go into basement without knife

Tell princess she's gonna end the world

Pressure her on this point and tell her dying is the right choice for everyone

Eventually she'll relent and let you go upstairs to get the knife and slay her

Then slay yourself to escape good end

Chapter 2- the harbinger

You get the voice of the righteous

This voice believes that slaying the princess will stop the end of the world yet still distrusts the narrator, believing was stopping him from seeing his saved world. He wants to both slay the princess and escape the construct.

The cabin's interior is falling apart (similar to thorns route) as if the princess's very prescene is bringing down the cabin

The stairs are similar, with holes and tears in the stairs.

The princess is in a crumbling basement, the roof threatening to collapse on both of you.

The princess has a tattered black dress and a broken tiara. She looks visibly disheveled.

She knows her existence is suffering and wishes to put an end to herself, and asks you to slay her.

You can either convince her that her life has a purpose and that you were wrong, her existence isn't a threat to the world. When you get close you start to decomposs to her prescene bringing ruin to those around her, but you're able to comfort her in your last moments trying to convince her of her worth.

This leads the chapter 3 the Decay

Or you can try and slay her, which you then realize her very presence causes those around her to decomposs rapidly. She'll apologize and take the blade from you intent on slaying herself. Before she's able too, the hands take her away.

Chapter 3- the Decay

The Decay takes place in a dead forest, the trees now just stumps and little to no grass.

You now have the voices of smitten, righteous, and hero.

The cabin is almost entirely made of rotting wood and dead plants and the stairs are barely there anymore, it's a difficult cabin to progress in.

The decay awaits you and confesses she now has a reason for living, that she knows her purpose is death but death is natural and not something to get rid of.

She has a plan of getting out of the cabin but involves the slayer having to keep their distance from her and open the door for her so she can walk out.

The slayer trusts her and opens the door for the decay to leave. She's happy to finally have found purpose and then gets taken by the hands.

You can try slaying her by coming close but that kills you again and has the hands take decay away.

You can however throw the knife at her and it'll peirce her stomach, she's completely distraught and asks if all you told her last time was a lie and that she truly wasn't wanted in the world. And then the hands take her away again.

Here's what the shifting mound has to say about Harbinger and Decay

"This one is fearful of herself and believes she lacks purpose in this world. Self sacrificial to a fault, she offered her life up to you. She will make for a compassionate heart. Don't not mourn her, she has found her purpose."

"This one is death and purpose, she found strength in your words to continue living on and no longer fears what she is. She will make for a resolute heart. Do not mourn her, she knows what she is now"

[fortunekookie07]

Ok, so here is the warning. This one is definitely angsty sad. I wanted to write about Xavier in this kind of way when I got to chapter 8 in the game. I have my suspicions, and I used them to write this. Stellarian is what I decided to call him. Let's face it. The boy is definitely not human.

More Than Star-crossed

Xavier probably had as many secrets as there were stars in the sky. No one could ever predict his movements. He was mysterious, laid back, and cold. His personality was standoffish. He'd never allowed anyone to get close.

Jeremiah had known Xavier for a long time. He could recall a time in the distant past when he hadn't been so, but then he'd still had you. The first time you met, you'd been drawn to each other like a moth to flame. Like the sun and moon eternally chasing each other.

Xavier had said once that star-crossed didn't describe the two of you and soul mates wasn't deep enough. Jeremiah wasn't sure what the difference was. He didn't understand the level of devotion he showed you.

He knew one thing for sure, though, every time Xavier met you again he was elated, he reverted back to his old self. The way he'd been in school. The memories had been mostly good, right up to the end. Jeremiah would never forget the look on Xavier's face that day for the rest of his life.

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They had come suddenly, no warning or time to prepare. The hole had ripped open in space and they swarmed in. No one knew where they came from, creatures like them had never been seen before. All they sought was destruction and chaos.

At first they had been able to fend them off, they seemed relatively weak. With Xavier by your side you felled one after another. Your training and reflexes made you an outstanding swordswoman. Xavier being the only one you could never best. Those rounds you tied didn't count. He'd gone easy on you.

Then the bigger ones had come, your classmates started dropping one after another. Unable to beat them so easily anymore. You saw the one headed for Xavier's back and that he was currently unable to fend it off and then your feet were moving before you even knew it.

The first strike you had easily blocked, the long blade spinning against your own. It was the second blade you were unprepared for. Appear from nowhere and sparkling in the sun like glass, the blade is thrust through you. "Uhnnn!" A groan escapes your lips as you drop your sword and fall to your knees.

A scream peirce your ears as your name is cried with anguish. You can't even turn your head. All you can do is look down and see the large blade stuck through you. Your brain whispers that the injury is fatal, there will be no recovery period this time. Blood is already seeping from the edges of the blade and staining your uniform a dark red.

The monster in front of you bursts into dust and then your body is falling backwards, no longer held up by the blade. Xavier's warm arm are holding you up and he's crying as he looks down at you. His hand is pressed to the injury trying in vain to staunch the blood flow.

"Why are you crying?" You ask holding a hand to his cheek. He just shakes his head unable to say anything. "Xavier, you have to save everyone. I know you can do it." You place a hand to his heart and his eyes open at last. In the deep depths of his brilliant blue eyes all you can see is a profound sense of loss, pain, and desperation. "No, I can't with out you. I don't know how to see the light without you anymore." His words come out in sobs. And your heart aches at the pain in his voice.

"Xavier, you are the light. Send the darkness from the place and shower it with your light. I can help you." You say pressing more firmly against his chest right above his heart. "Open your heart to me." Having never been able to deny you anything, he drops his guard and you begin resonating with eachother.

All around you a bright light begins glowing intensifying by the second. Building and building, until finally it explodes and then there is silence. All traces of the invaders are gone. The fallen bodies of your classmates are scattered throughout the school courtyard and many other places. No one had been able to prepare for the attack and many had fallen in the first wave.

"Xav", you say weakly getting him to open his eyes. He's panicked again at all the blood. Your blue tinted white dress is crimson now and his pants are stained with the red as well. It's pooled on the ground below you and spreading slowly. Your time is almost up, it's now or never. You place your hand against his cheek again. "I love you." You manage to say, voice nothing more than a whisper now. Your vision is rapidly growing dark.

He's crying again, tears stream endlessly down his face and his eyebrows are scrunched together. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really love you." You know what it means when a Stellarian falls in love. Not just this life but every life you can only fall in love with the same person. Two halves of a whole, not soul mates it's deeper than that. No words can describe the bond that exists between you. But between you, no words are needed.

"I don't want to live without you." Xavier says, his voice is defeated. You manage a smile. "Don't come find me now, I'll be heartbroken if you follow after me. Promise me." You tell him putting all the strength you can muster into you voice. Instead of answering he leans down and presses his lips to yours. A smile graces your lips as your vision goes completely black.

A soft thump has him pulling back and he stares down at you. The light is gone from your eyes and your hand fell from his face. He squeezes your body close even though he knows it's futile. It's already turning to shimmering dust, going back to the stars.

Xavier's second cry of anguish shatters the silence, your body is gone. Having faded away to nothing.

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Xavier did not like to remember the past. He did not like to think of the times he'd found you again, only to lose you again. His heart was almost dead when he found you again on earth when you were twelve. Earth had been invaded by the same monsters that had destroyed his home planet Stellaria. He was determined not to let it happen again.

He was also determined not to approach you again. His heart couldn't take it anymore. Finding you, seeing you fall back into love with him and then dying again. Fate was cruel, it seemed like it was out to torture him until his long life finally came to an end. Not for the first time did he curse his long life.

Watching you almost die to the same monster that had killed you the first time had nearly undone him again. Tezcatlipoca, or Wanderer as they had come to be called was a monster that hid in mirrors. That was how you'd died that first time. It had emerged from a mirror as you were fending off an attack from a different Wanderer.

Xavier really did try to stay away from you this time, but it seemed the harder he tried the more you seemed to appear before him. He'd almost completely lost his composure that day you showed up in your Deepspace Hunter uniform. Freshly graduated from the academy and fighting these monsters once again.

He'd made it his own mission to eliminate them once and for all, he'd never intended for it to be your as well. However when he learned that you had a protocore fragment in your heart he knew that he could not keep you out of the battle any longer.

He'd let his guard down all to much and you wormed your way into the cracks in his armour and warmed his chilly heart once again. He hadn't been able to tell you any of this yet.

One of the reasons he was always so tired is because after he lost you the first time, he spent a long time sleeping. He felt only in dreams could he see you again.

So he constantly slept if only to remember the exact tone of your voice, or shade of your hair. Later on this too became something of a curse. Often he would relive your loss again and again.

Jeremiah didn't dare to ask him questions about you, that was dangerous. He'd only been there after you were gone. He'd managed to fend off the monsters until that light surge. Finding the spot where Xavier still knelt and seeing all the blood, he'd been able to put the clues together.

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You were jolted awake by tossing and turning next to you. Xavier was having a fitful dream. You raised up onto your side and gently lifted his arm before moving into his embrace. Waking him up was sometimes impossible. Just letting him hold you seemed to be the way to go. He would wake up soon, he always did after a bad dream. You waited patiently.

His arms tightened around you and then he was groaning. You looked up at him, waiting for his eyes to open. Finally the did. His pupils darted around and then finally rested on you. He tried to hide the sheer panic and pain but you still saw it. He wasn't fast enough but you weren't going to ask.

If Xavier didn't want you to know then he would dodge question and evade the point until time ended.

"Xavier, I'm not going anywhere you know. There is no where else I'd rather be then right here with you." You kiss his neck and snuggle into his embrace. He says nothing but you feel the tension fade from his body.

You're almost asleep again when he whispers, "I love you too much to let you go anywhere again." You know he's going to be ok. Tomorrow is a new day, after all.

[bramble-scramble]

SO!!!! Recently @bowletta sent me an ask about vamp!Phantom taking care of Woodrow while he was sick, and my brain went "yeah but what if Phantom was sick instead, WHAT ABOUT THAT HUH??? How do vampires even get sick?"

And then... this entire story exploded into my head almost instantly. Apparently that ask was just two days ago but it feels like longer because this fic has been clawing at my brain incessantly the whole time. It is BY FAR the longest Phanpire thing I have written and makes me all squishy inside!! These bunnies SO are not done with me yet! I hope you enjoy my Phandrow vampire AU hurt/comfort fic ty ty

One Paw in the Grave

It was the middle of the night, and the poet found himself wandering the castle.

By any measure, its rooms and hallways were oppressive. Dimly lit by torches, if they were lit at all; windows closed by default so that no one would forget to close them and let any sunlight in during the day; barely-visible portraits and suits of armor and tapestries haunting the imagination at the corners of one's eyes. It led to a feeling of claustrophobia- and yet, this was his home now, and there was comfort and familiarity in it.

The poet felt the alternating textures of cold stone and ancient carpet beneath his footpads as he went onwards, with no particular destination in mind. He had written well in the past few hours, and thought he deserved a break. It was still a long time before the dawn, before his Lord would return. Perhaps he would visit the castle's plentiful library, and find a new book for inspiration-

And then a noise peirced him to his core. It was a plaintive howl, from far up above, echoing as if it came from within the castle itself. Even worse: the howl terminated suddenly into a series of sharp yips. Then the howling started again for a few seconds, and then more barking- the distressing cycle began to repeat. Like an alarm.

Just as the writer was recovering from his shock and beginning to move again, a blur passed him. It was one of the castle's servants, a Depleter, traveling somewhere in a hurry. He turned and blinked after the newcomer, only to hear a scrabbling- a Lone Wolf skittered and scrambled past him, going the same direction, down the hallway and dashing up a set of stairs. The howling had not stopped. In terror, but at least able to move, Woodrow pulled his coat close around himself and dashed after them.

"Excuse me," he said with trembling voice as another wolf came up beside him, "what's going-" ...but the canine rabbid had overtaken him and disappeared to join the others without saying a word in response.

Woodrow followed the noise of the howl, and the flow of what seemed like every servant in the castle, up and up, along further hallways and stairwells, until he arrived at what he knew to be the castle's tallest tower. He climbed up the stairs, panting and out of breath - he was never a very energetic creature at the best of times, and especially not lately. Indeed, he seemed to be the last person to arrive on the scene. So frightened was he, that he just now registered that the howling siren had stopped at some point.

As he reached the landing at the top of the stairs, he saw the wooden door that led to the small garret observatory was ajar. A multitude of the castle's residents were inside, crowded around something, whereas even more were on the landing as they could not fit inside. In front of the door, looking angry and out-of-sorts, was a Spooky Buckler whom Woodrow recognized as the captain of Lord Phan's guard.

"What's- going on?" the poet asked again, this time his ragged breath choking out the words. "Has something- happened?"

The Buckler looked at him furiously, the pinpricks of light in his black eyes glowing extra-bright. "Of COURSE something's happened, idiot mortal. Get out of here. You should not be here."

Woodrow's heart leapt into his throat. "W-why?!" he stammered. "What's wrong? Is- where's Tom-"

"Get OUT of here, little prey," snarled the Buckler ferociously. "You will only trouble us."

"No! I want to see him-"

"You shall not," said the guardsman, now closing the door behind him. "It will break you." He slammed the bottom of his shield onto the ground in front of the poet. "Now GO. To your chambers."

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Woodrow stared down at his paws in the candlelight. He was too riddled with anxiety and terror to care that he had sprinted through the castle and exhausted himself for nothing. He sat now in his room, as he had been ordered.

But for how long had he been here? Twenty minutes, an hour? It was impossible to say. Of course he could not read, or write, or do anything- he had only stared at his paws, or lain in bed and stared at the top of the canopy. He tried to fall asleep, but of course he could not do that either. He had found himself staring at the bloodstains on blankets and pillows, stains that it was as pointless as it was futile to try and remove. Stains of his own blood, to which more were added every single day, at the border between darkness and sun.

Every second seemed eternal. What was going on? What was the emergency? Surely Tom could not be in trouble... that was impossible. He was, after all, himself- the great beast of the night, unchanging and ever wonderful. And yet- vampires WERE vulnerable. Mortals had figured out so many ways to kill them, had pinpointed their weaknesses. What could have happened-

The poet jolted as if electrified, and nearly screamed as the heard the door to his room slam open. Then, when he looked up- he DID scream, and jumped out of his chair.

In the doorway, several Depleters and Ghostly Walkers were supporting a large, ghostly body that was unrecognizably Tom. Only- he was naked, and he was not well. Splotches and speckles of livid red covered his chest, his neck, his arms, and even parts of his face - in some places smooth, others swollen into a welt or rash - they were burns. Half of his fur had been burned away. No blood swirled in his belly, only a gramophone that itself now looked old and tarnished. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and with the other, he looked up weakly. "Tristan..."

The poet dashed over, reaching out a hand to gingerly touch the side of the vampire's face where there appeared to be no injuries. "Oh, Tom!" he cried in anguish. "What- what happened-"

"Get him into the bed," came a gruff voice, and Woodrow saw the captain of the guard again, in the hallway. The ghosts supporting Phantom did so, laying him down in the bed that he and his beloved prey so often shared. They lifted the blankets and covered up his lower half.

"Begone now," said the vampire, weakly but firmly, looking out at his servants. "Prepare the ritual for the next sunset. I shall summon you if I need more attention."

"But my Lord-" the Captain began.

"I shall be FINE," said Tom Phan, and the others all bowed and left, closing the door. No one remained in the room but the vampire and his beloved.

Woodrow had been standing at the bedside in shock, and now clambered onto the bed, sitting up next to the vampire. Tom's eyes were closed, and he was propped up on some pillows. Once his servants were all gone, he let out a tremendous cough, a bit of darkened old blood dribbling from his mouth.

"Oh, Tom," the poet said again, his voice shaken with grief, taking up one of the vampire's large paws in both of his own. "Who did such a thing to you? How could this happen??"

Phantom opened the less-injured eye, and smiled weakly at the poet. "My darling," he said with a quiet laugh. "Surely you must have realized that I have enemies?"

"Well..." said the poet, stroking the velvet softness of the vampire's paw-pad and looking down at the claws that extended above them. "I suppose so, yes. Creatures of darkness usually do. I know you have rivals. I just, I never thought-"

"You never thought anyone could best me, eh?" The vampire smiled wider. "You are as sweet as your blood, mon cœur. If charmingly naive."

"Before you tell me what happened, tell me- will you be alright?"

Tom nodded. "Yes. I am stable for now, and I will recover. But I will not do it on my own. I am not mortal, and I will not heal naturally. There must to be rituals, although it is too late to perform them tonight. Until then, I desired to rest here throughout the day. I am stable for now."

"Rituals?" asked the poet.

"Yes," said the vampire. "And I will need plenty of fresh blood, too- Ah! Stop it!" Woodrow's hand had gone immediately to his own collar, ready to unbutton his coat. "Do not be silly. I need far, far more than you could give. Even at your fullest."

"Still- can I at least help? Please, Tom, let me."

"Mmm..." murmured the vampire. "I do not think it will be nearly enough to matter. Still, I suppose it couldn't hurt, either."

And before the ghost could say more, Woodrow had taken off his coat and thrown it aside, as quick as he had ever done anything in his life, nestling down under the blankets next to his Lord. Slowly, weakly, but eagerly and deliberately, Phantom slid his arm underneath his beloved's neck and lifted him, pulling him close to his side. He closed his eyes and bit into the usual spot, but without the usual panache or passion, and drank and swallowed at a steady pace. Woodrow felt no pain; not today. Only that familiar, curious sensation: as if every vein and artery and cell in his body was being pulled towards the wound as his blood was taken from him. He released a heavy sigh laden with worry and agony and love, and ran his hand through his darling's hair as he tenderly fed.

It was not long this time before Phantom left off, letting go, licking his lips and his fangs. Woodrow got up silently to clean and treat his wound- it was something Tom usually did for him, but he could manage it for himself today. As quick as he could, he returned to sit on the bedside.

"Do tell me you feel at least a little better now," he said, putting his glasses back on, and Phantom nodded, seeming contented indeed.

"Now..." the poet continued. "Will you tell me what happened?"

Lord Phan sighed. His swelling had gone down somewhat, and he looked at his beloved with both of his eyes. "Tristan," he said, "there are worse things out there than other creatures of the night. I have enemies. Mortal enemies who wish me great harm. And the worst of them all are the Brothers."

"The Brothers?" said the writer curiously. "Go on."

"Yes. There are two of them, twins, although everyone thinks of them in terms of the firstborn and the young one. The firstborn, the Red Warrior- he is a vampire hunter. Well, a hunter of vampires and werewolves and all manner of physical beasts. And the secondborn, the Green Mage, is a ghost hunter. Now, do you see? I am their perfect target- a vampire, but also a spirit. With me they can collaborate. I coalesce into being their perfect rival- and oh, how I hate them both."

"Are they Rabbids like us?"

"No. They are humans."

"Humans!" cried Woodrow.

Phantom laughed wryly. "Indeed, I do not blame you for being surprised. They are hardly intimidating creatures, normally. And yet- when they are powerful, they are astonishingly so. Take the Princess of this very kingdom, for example. She wields power that keeps us creatures of the night isolated here on the outskirts - places like Spooky Trails, the Darklands, Forever Forest. But she is busy, and more of a protector than a fighter- and so she sends the despicable Brothers into the places her magic does not touch, to do her dirty work. Still, I am smarter than them- usually."

"I see," said Woodrow quietly. "So you encountered the Brothers tonight?"

"Indeed," Phantom continued. "It was... I was a fool. I thought them above using such dirty tricks. But they lured me into a trap, like a feral and careless animal. I was ambushed." He shook his head, his face contorted with disappointment at himself. "An injured Toad, in a clearing- I could not resist, you know. Pathetic creatures, but their blood tastes like mushrooms- one of the few times I can get a taste of old food, that I remember from centuries past. Mushroom soup! Ha-" another violent cough- "Ah- but 'twas not an injured Toad at all. Merely one in cahoots with the vile Hunters, playing along. As I got ready to attack, he sprang up, gave the call, and out jumped Red and Green, and-" he closed his eyes again for a moment, then opened them, and lifted his arms to stare at the burns and patches of missing fur.

Woodrow did not speak, only stroked a non-injured patch of his shoulder, methodically, repeatedly, lovingly.

"And, well, they attacked me," said the vampire finally. "They had brought everything in their arsenal. Holy water from the springs of Star Road. And they had Power Stars- vile, holy things, each one of them a miniature sun. They used them on themselves, all glowing like the agonizing sunlight, and being in their mere presence was enough to injure me. They hardly needed to lay hands on me at all. I struggled, but they got the best of me, I-"

"Tom," whimpered the poet, tears dripping down from behind his glasses, as he held the vampire's paw to his cheek.

"I shall spare you the gory detail. Just now that- I actually looked far worse than you see me now. I really believe they meant to kill me, tonight. It was all I could do to retreat in the end. I turned into a bat, and with all of my strength flew home, to my tallest tower. The powers of my servants and of the castle itself stabilized me, and restored me somewhat. But I will need further rituals to heal."

"And you will heal?" the poet asked softly.

"Yes. I will be my old self again, in time. Although how much time, I cannot say."

They were quiet for a long time. Woodrow let Tom rest from his long speech, and from reliving those memories. As the vampire closed his eyes, his prey gently stroked his hair, his cheeks, anywhere he could find a spot with no burns.

Then the writer suddenly spoke, after some time. "My Lord," he said, softly but with determination. "These brothers... where can I find them?"

The Phantom opened his eyes, meeting those of his partner, and let out a laugh. "Oh! What shall you do, my lamb, my dove? Do you wish to avenge me? You, gentle artist?"

"I.... I must do something. Perhaps I can spy on them, and make sure they do not repeat such a plan as tonight."

The vampire's smile became tender, and he reached up to touch the other's face. "Very well," he said. "c'est une bonne idée, mon amour. We can speak of such things later, perhaps. They do not know you, and they do not know your relation to me. But for now- you must keep yourself safe and whole. That is the best you can do for me."

"But how can I help you? How can I help you right now, besides giving of my blood?" He swallowed, trying to fight the lump in his throat. "I... I am frightened, Tom. I- I did not know you had such enemies."

The vampire was quiet for a moment. He took his companion's small, delicate paw into his own, and stared at the flickering candle on the bedside table.

"Mon poète," he said. "Have you never considered the power you have? You know a mortal can kill a vampire. It is not even difficult. The hardest part is access."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm taking about you, chéri. You could so easily snap your umbrella in half, and with its broken shaft, pierce my heart. You could go out and procure a bulb of garlic and slip the whole thing into my mouth when I am in my death-rest. There are so many, many ways you could harm me."

"Tom-" Woodrow said, his voice trembling. "I... suppose you are correct, but it has honestly never occurred to me. Why would I ever do such things? Such horrible things? Not even when I first came here did I consider it, and now... to drive a stake through your heart would be to drive a stake through mine own. As you live or perish, so goes my soul. Oh, surely you understand that I love you with every drop of blood in my body, all of which I would gladly give, if it were the only way to save you-"

"Shhh! Calm down, mon cœur!" The vampire squeezed his companion's hand; the poet had grown extremely passionate indeed. "You do not need to explain. I know you would never do such things. And therein lies the beauty. You are not my thrall; your loyalty to me is of your own will. And yet... I trust you, as I have never trusted a mortal creature of the daylight, in all my years of undeath. At first when I brought you here, I had fearful day-dreams of your betrayal... but I soon saw that I could share your bed, that I could pass into torpor by your side, and that you would not harm me. My sweet dove of the dawn... I can assure you that I love you, as you love me."

Woodrow felt himself melt; in an almost involuntary movement, he was under the blankets again, nestling into his beloved's body, ever so tenderly, careful of the welts and rashes, his eyes closed, his glasses off, his face buried in the crook of his neck.

...It took him a moment to realize.

"But Tom," he said softly. "You never answered my question. How can I help you now?"

"By being with me," was the answer. "Because, when you have existed for as long as I... in darkness and cold and an endless cycle of hunger... well, sometimes when faced with the prospect of your own annihilation, you want to take it. Well, what would be so bad about letting their holy light burn me away to nothing? Finally, rest..."

Tom felt the warmth of tears on his neck as Woodrow reacted to the thought. But he continued: "And yet, I refused to take that rest. Because I wanted to get home. I needed to make it home. I have a reason to exist. To get home and hear the poems you wrote tonight. To get home and see your face."

"Oh, my Lord-"

"Shh. None of this My Lord, anymore." The vampire nuzzled into his beloved's head, his chin on his wispy hair, and spoke softly into his ear. "You are my partner, the sustainer of both my body and soul. You may not be vampire, but you shall be Lord in this castle just as much as myself. I declare it. I heard my Captain refusing to let you see me, although I was too weak to argue at the time. But I wanted nothing more than to see you, to touch your face, for I thought I might still perish in that moment. From now on, none in this place shall refuse your desires. I am yours, and you are mine, and we are Lord Tom Phan and Lord Tristan Woodrow. ...Now, doesn't that sound nice?"

"Dearest Tom! Why, it's almost like a fairy tale... the strangest and most macabre one to still have a happy ending." He pulled away and looked the other in the eyes. "...Is this a proposal? Are we getting married?"

Tom laughed again, weak but jolly, his large body shaking under the blankets. "I do not think there is such need for the rituals of the living," he said. "I have enough rituals to worry about at the moment. ...But when I am recovered, we can discuss it." He smiled. "Now... I do believe the sun must be coming up, for I feel myself sink ever more into exhaustion. Will you read me your new poems, while I fall into my rest?"

"Of course, my dear," said the writer. "I do not need to retrieve my notes, for they are still fresh in my head."

And so while the injured vampire closed his eyes, his fellow-Lord purred verses into his ears, words that only the two of them would ever know. The vampire's powers kept the poet safe from his own misfortune - and though he be but mortal, and weak, he would do anything to protect his darling in turn.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Was Vincent price considered more of a sex symbol than his peers ? I’ve noticed in the films and things you’ve uploaded he’s often shown with a love interest and is shown being flirty and romantic with her like this very clip is him making a little flirty joke

Peter Cushings character were often widowed and I don’t think I’ve seen lee with a love interest outside of Dracula

I wonder if there is something to that

Ya know, it's hard to say. Vincent, I think, started off as kind of a "sex symbol" of sorts. The photo of him, young, up close, no shirt, and wet (it was used for a deodorant ad), him in "Dragonwyck", Cardinal Richelieu, etc. Then, he became more of a horror star, obviously, but I believe there was still a bit of sex symbol there left over from his early years.

He had that look about him, also. The pouty, plump lips, a full head of immaculately groomed curly hair, the peircing blue eyes, and the tall, lean frame - im sure had a lot to do with it.

Annnnd now I must take a cold shower. It's hot in here.

*I adore Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. BUT VINCENT has my heart. Obviously, right?

[gr00vyminibus]

Lashana x black fem

Unforgettable

Warnings: smut ofc, mirror sex, choking, overstimulation, breath play, top!reader, bottom!lashana, she kinda becomes a brat mid way, squirting.

Song rec above.

This is just written porn.

[A/N: 😃 can't come up with a summary but this was inspired by the pic of Shana soaking the sunlight with her lil twist out

here you go babe! 💗 @mybonafidefeelings ]

Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna

"When you get famous.. will you forget me?"

"I get really honest with alcohol in my system, you want the truth?" Lashana stated as she lowered her glass on the floor.

"Yeah, I can take it."

Your relationship with lashana was as firm as dry foam bricks. You only needed eachother for pleasure and occasional talks like this. She met you in the club as you displayed your charm naturally and Lashana went with it. Not taking your light promises to heart but you got the chance to show her a thing or two.

Near the end of month you got to come over to her apartment, laying with Lashana at the foot of the bed with a grey duvet pulled over your half naked body in lingerie. Neither of you touched any part of yourselves, the only thing you touched was a bottle of wine.

"I can't truly forget anyone I come across, now a name I'd probably forget but all that you made me feel.. no." That was not what you were expecting.

"Would you forget me, when you have all those deals and industries calling for you. Showcasing your beauty on the runway" Lashana questioned with a flaunt tone.

"... Probably. I don't know. You'd most likely pop up in my head when I'm doing certain things that remind me of you."

"Things like what?" She rasped and you looked at Lashana playing with her necklace, her look was curious, eyes round and receiving to what you would say. For once, she wanted to know what you perceived of her outside of sex.

You rolled on your side as a small smile bloomed on her lips.

"It chalks from perfume all the way down to.. the simplest smell in the air. And not that scent after it rains.. it's sweet like ripe watermelons in the summer you know?" She hums and turns on her shoulder as she looks up at you.

When you melt in silence Lashana smirks with a comedic flutter of her lashes "tell me more." You chuckle.

"Certain textures in my mattress might mimic the feel of you," your hand rests on her clothed hip. "Or even words like... laconic. I didn't even know that word existed until I was scrolling through pintrest" you both shared a giggle.

This had to be more, the way Lashana glowed because your company and thought your voice was better than any medicine in the world. Your touch making her feel so safe and so needy when you were gone.

"..You're too sweet"

"Am I?" You raise your brows with a soft smile and she lays flat on her stomach now with her forearms crossed infront of her, her gaze moves to a pair rosewood lips just looking like they want to get kissed on. She makes a low sound of agreement before leaning forward and taking them for herself.

The engagement of your mouths is warm and and plush, puckered lips pushing against eachother before they enclose around another's lip. You place a leg over both of Lashana's and situate behind her while your mouths are still connected and meshing. She just has to crane her pretty neck back and hold the edge of the bed for grounding.

You parted from her as she finally turned her head forward and pushed her twist out curls from her forehead. Her eyes wandering to the sides of her as you ran your hands down her waist under the covers.

"What do you have planned for me tonight?"

"Something different, I don't think we've tried this before but I just want you to look in that body mirror when I slip into you" you informed in the canal of her peirced ear. She smirked and glanced to it, feeling an electric shock of nerves commence in her body when you mischievously met her gaze inside of it.

"Okay" she breathed and bit her lip anticipatingly when your hands spread her knees apart and glided across her ass, her navy blue lace panties were merely slipped to the side as two fingers greeted her slick folds with delicate rubs.

You didn't have to peel back the covers to see or know where certain parts were located, so you used another hand to hold her chin. The radio on Lashana's dresser was playing the perfect music for this moment and she was elated when you gave her two digits in the start.

Her mouth parted as you slowly pumped them in her tight pussy, releasing uncertain breaths and almost uncatchable whines that took partial trips to your ear. All while her deep brown irises were fixated on the mirror.

"Good girl, doing just what I asked of you" your fingers move a bit faster and then a moan finally breaks through the barrier, right in-between high and low. Her sound was moderate and smooth, but they progressed in range over time.

You had Lashana push back with whatever force you delivered and it was wonderful to feel, the hand on her jaw loosened to accommodate her constantly bobbing throat abd she gasped lightly when you squeezed just right.

The growing light-headed feeling pairing with your consistent thrusting in her greedy cunt.

"Y-y/n, shittttt—" she drew out beautifully when you found her special spot.

"Do-n't stop, keep fucking me.. right there. T-there! Yes!" Her voice was like a bell, ringing when you targeted her g-spt more than once. And you were pleased to hear it. You looked in the mirror and it was gorgeous to see Lashana looking out of it, her spirit floating elsewhere but not inside her.

In a body that was limited to immense pleasure, but her eyes were shut tight and if you were in her position you would've done the same. But this isn't really about you. It's about Lashana getting to witness first hand how much of angel she looked while fucking down on you.

"Shana open your eyes." She didn't hear you or rather she didn't want to, drowned in the bliss of your services.

"Can't right– right now" she huffed out with hold still around her neck a pretty vein starting form near her temple. You stopped that restricting stimulation and the one inside of her.

Lashana fluttered her eyes open, "why did you stop?" You shrugged and pulled your fingers out completely, earning a needy and low whine from her. Your figure sat on her thighs like she was horse sattle.

"I mean. If you don't want to look into the mirror.. You'd prefer your head pushed into the sheets then?" Judging by how freaky she was, Lashana actually looked off to the side like she was considering it and her humorous personality came back aswell.

"That sounds fun?" Lashana sounded optimistic and she knew you hated a chirpy mouth in this situation. But you smiled and it tempted her by the way your lips curved with challenge.

Your fingers partially combed through her smooth kinks and Lashana braced herself as you gripped them, a dull sting targetting her scalp.

"Safeword." A chill ran up her spine, a good one though. She needed this Saturday night after a stressful week of auditioning to roles.

"Lilac"

"You have six seconds to breathe, tap the bed twice for a break. Understand?"

"Mmm.. mhm" she closed her eyes when you eased your fingers back inside her succulent walls. It was gentle and flowing with your quiet notes about how good she felt, 'til it wasn't and her face was full of bedding sheets as you set in animalistic pace for her.

Lashana gripped the bed in surprise her hips lifted slightly until they dug into the bed. Her screams were muffled in the pillows as her body slightly rode up the mattress from your force. It went on for nearly twenty seconds until you pulled her back up again.

"You look so ruined already baby, how was that?" She tried speak but it felt impossible so she just nodded with what would you would allow.

Her heavy breath and moans mixed up togther, not knowing which should come before or after. Your pace was still brutal as Lashana moaned out but the time was lessening and you counted down from three in your head before she was pushed back down.

Your estimation on her durability and will was correct, Lashana was so willing to take and receive almost anything. Good or bad. When she resurfaced for the tenth time you were pushing three fingers inside her pussy and her climax was so incredibly close. She reached a hand down and stroked her clit while you were busy.

A helpless groan leaving her raw vocal chords.

"Are you close?" She managed a single word of agreement through clenched teeth as you smiled in triumph.

"Well, I'll be waiting. Make a mess all over my fingers, least you can do is make me proud with how hard you cum?" She whined and you nodded at her, "yeah?"

Lashana greeted the mattress again with a wet kiss and tears. Her body trembling in the same rythym like a broken record. You paid close attention and listened past the wet squelched to hear Lashana finally sing out the limit of her ecstasy. The dam of pleasure breaking to overflow onto the sheets as she spread her thighs wider.

You let go of her hair smacked her ass almost like a congratulation.

She resurfaced with her fingers still on her enlarged clit, feeling unfinished. You massaged Lashana's twitching walls once before drawing them out as you studied her body language. Her knees hiked up the bed as her ass was up and her face down, more so looking at her swollen pussy from a different angle.

"Oh! Oh! Yesssss! Fuckkk.." she dragged her head back to rest against the bed as the splash of her juices made you marvel. You grabbed her thighs and attactched your mouth to her pussy, swiping your toungue horizontal over its clenching entrance.

Lashana's mouth was agape and drooling as you lapped and cleaned her up. Whimpering out to your action mending into gentleness. You darted your toungue out to get one last taste before pecking her pussy.

Your fingers fixing the panties back over her and easing her to lay back on the bed to roll away from the wet mess. Lashana brought a thumb up to wipe her eyes as a smile started to grow on her face. You mirrored it and leaned down to her.

"That was so sexy, you don't even know" she chuckled and weakily held your arm when you kissed her cheek.

"I've never... done that so soon." She covered her face embarrassment and you laughed now.

"Baby that was perfect for me. Come on, let's wash up" Lashana nodded still a bit shy as you scooped her up by her waist. You were glued to her back as you both approached the small bathroom, her arms crossing over your own.

"I don't think I'll ever forget you lashana." She rested her head against your sternum with a smile. Of course you wouldn't.

• ♡

[A/N: i know for a fact that Shana smiles after you pleasure her really well, I can feel that in my fucking bones. With that being said, farewell til next time 💗]

[chaoticunicornsworld]

A night without a bite II.

The story countinues. Enjoy!

He looks so furious, his fangs are out of his open mouth, and he squeezes your shoulder and jaw so hard that you are afraid he may breaks your bones. “Astarion, please, it hurts” You entreat and his squeeze eases. “Sorry darling”  he takes his mask back, honying his words. “No Astarion, come back please” You sit up and curl your fingers in his hair on his nape, pulling your foreheads together. “I didn’t want to betray you. I was so afraid of every bite, but I wanted to give you this. You deserve this. You deserve to be trusted, and I trust you.” “You were afraid” He whispers with shock in his voice. “You were afraid”  He repeats and his face becomes distorted with guilt, self loath, and self disgust as he unfolds from your half hug. “You were afraid” He repeats it a third time as his face elongates and the corners of his lips bend down. ”What a monster I am…” He moans with bitterness in his voice. “No, sweet Astarion, no.” You lean towards him, taking his face between your hands. “Look at me! If you were a monster I would peirce a stake through your heart for the first time without hesitation. Believe me, you are not a monster, you are a beautiful tortured soul, who deserves every healing that he can get.” He looks at you with doubt and vulnerability in his eyes. “You were afraid” He whispers and your faces are so close, that you feel his breath on your face. His eyes fills with tears, but he angrily shakes his head, and blinks it out. ”Why did you let me feed on you then?” “You don’t listen to me” You say patiently “I knew you needed to feed on me. Maybe I didn't know why, perhaps it was not about to be hungry, perhaps it’s about a form of being close to someone, perhaps it's about power, I didn't care about it. I just knew you are in need. And I wanted to be beside you. At least I knew you desperately needed someone beside you. I saw you, and I see you now as well.” His head falls on your shoulder and you feel him trembling as you wrap your arm around him. He starts silently sobbing on your shoulder. You stay silent and slowly cradle him in a warm hug. In a few moments he lifts his face from your shoulder, and looks into your eyes. His piercing look softened, his eyes in tears.”I’m sorry what I am” He exhaled the words so silently you almost didn’t hear them. But you do hear them, and they make you angry. Not angry with him, but with the person who broke this treasure, Cazador. “No sweetness, this is not what you are, this is what Cazador wanted to make you. You are so much more than this.” Your voice sounds confident, and he looks at you with hope in his face. “Am i?” And for a moment his usual mischievousness ran through his face. You know you two are back on a trail now, but you stay calm and serious. “Yes you are. What Cazador made is just a shadow of you. You are kind, brave, and strong. " “And beautiful” He replies trying to sound proud, but his voice is still full of pain. “And beautiful” You smile at him as you caress his face with your fingers. He lets a long sight from his chest, and looks directly into your eyes seriously. “Thank you. This is…” He stops for a few moments looking for the exact word  “...well, this is something.” And he leaves without feeding on you that night.

[enha-doodles]

“DROP OF BLOOD”

Pairing : jungwonxreader! Genre : yandere and a bit of fluff? Warning : yandere behaviour , not proofread

Disclaimer : I don't support any yandere behaviours . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

You were the princess and the heir of kingdom "azov" . The only heir to be specific . With no siblings around and your parents being too emersed in royalty work you were always left alone to look out and entertain yourself . Offc there were maids and gaurds but they weren't your age neither were they in the same position as you were in , having no one that understands you . So when you got to know that your soulmate had been found and it was none other then Yang jungwon , you were on cloud nine. The second youngest prince of kingdom "decilis" . It was a really well know kingdom and the all prince were famous for being handsome and having a good personality . They were kind and you heard about their goodwills almost everywhere, so one of them being your soulmate made you happy and sqeal in excitement . You both were the same age and it only made things better for you . Someone who can finally understand you !! But to test out if he was really your soulmate - there were rituals . Both the mates have to shed a drop of their own blood and mix them , if the colour changes from red to white then it was to be confirmed. It can't be faked in any ways . Today was the ritual and you were in the decilis kingdom . You didn't have the time to adore the palace bcoz you were already being dragged to the great hall . Deciding to have a tour after this ritual you made a self note to not forget it , the place was too beautiful to just ignore and walk away . Right now you had to focus on the rite . When you walked in you met his eyes and he smiled ever so softly giving you reassurance. You've met him a couple of times at some gatherings but the fact of having him as your soulmate and soon to-be husband never crossed your mind . The only odd thing was the slight danger you could see in his eyes . Thinking of it as an illusion you shrugged it off . Guess you shouldn't have bcoz you don't know what's gonna happen if you ever dissobey him in the future . You don't know how many sacrifices jungwon has done to be your soulmate . Even if it means killing someone or doing black magic , you name it . It's love for him . He has waited for years , 12 to be exact . When you both first met at the age of 9 in a royal party to celebrate someone's birthday , he observed you and the more he continued the more he couldn't take his eyes away . He gathered the courage to talk to you and you were happy that somebody wanted to talk to you . At the end of the party he asked if you loved him or not and you thought he was asking if you loved him as a friend , as a companion so you said yes . While you might not remember him being that boy , you still love him like you said there right ? RIGHT ?? Doesn't matter tho , you will have to . You both were called upon the stage and given the same needle , you had to peirce his hand while he had to do yours . You went first and made sure you were gentle so it doesn't hurt him that much . When he went for his turn , your heart couldn't help but flutter at how softly he took your hand and how he was whispering soothing words to you . When your drop of blood met his , the colour instantly turned white while jungwon smiled in victory and you lowered your head shyly , the crowd erupting in claps and shouts from your friends. Jungwon slowly tugged you forward and you followed him signalling you parents , he took you to his room and when you both were in he grabbed you and spun you around while laughing in bliss "I'm so happy princess , you don't even know how much" you were chuckling at his cute behaviour and you couldn't lie , you were this happy too bcoz you didn't know his obsessive side yet , but you can enjoy till the time comes . It was all worth it for jungwon , he finally had the love of his life in his arms , he kissed your forehead while you kept your head on his chest , feeling nothing but warmth and love . "We will be forever together princess , no one can break us "

Taglist : @axartia @nikipedia07 @lovesickxmina

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《 Sending Letters~

《Pairings: !dark Lady Lesso x !ever reader

warnings: !violent choking, !knife play, !pet names, !degradation kink, !cursing

《 gloves! :D

《 Yes its still the same good and evil au, except Lesso is in a sexy assassin outfit instead of her trench coat.

《 Having a bit of a block!

(Something.. like that! :D You'll get what I mean..) A bitchier Lesso in an assassin outfit? What more could you want?

"The schools have united.. Come on.." Dovey said crossing her arms.

As usual Lesso was in a pretty boring meeting, with the professors bothering the school master (ITS NOT FCKIN RAFAL) with answers and responses. With a sigh she straightened her back posture, and propped her feet back up on the desk, sucking on a lollipop. She noticed there was a bird knocking on the glass window not going unnoticed by the rest of the professors.

"I'll open it.." Dovey beamed and opened part of the window to let it in. The dove flew onto the table a few feet away from Lady Lesso, it waddled on the table and placed an evelope infront of her.

The bird chirped and flew away with a frantic expression as quickly as it could back through the window. Unnoticed, it perched on the brach watching for the evil dean's reaction.

'Huh, strange..' Lesso frowned and raised a brow, caressing the letter with her black gloved hands. Moving her fingers up to open the letter, she revealed the piece of paper inside deliberately sliding her fingertips down the edge of the paper, making the professors anxious.

Her eyes widened and tried to prevent the blush from spreading across her cheeks. She peered into the envelope and took out what happened to be your special gift..

It was a paper cutout of a middle finger..

Ah.. So you've chosen death have you?

Her face contorted to one of darkness as she folded her arms and crushed both papers burning them in the process. Ofcourse, you had sent the envelope, but the contents in it was a different story.

You calmly read the book awaiting for the little bird's return. The dove came back frantically flapping its wings and landed onto the bed. Your attention shifted from the book to the panicking bird and observed as it shook with fear. Its shivering little figure enveloped by white light shaped into a human like form until he became male.

"Young mistress! The wicked one does not seem pleased about thy letter.." The male said as he bowed while on the bed.

He had chocolate skin with black fluffy hair and panicked teal eyes, hinted with bright orange. He was wearing a suit, with black cloth pants, accompanied by white gloves. His chest was well sculpted heaving up and down, as he remained on his hands and knees, sweating anxiously.

"Hato, what happened..?" You asked the shivering male as he sat up.

"I delivered the letter to the dean as requested.. and I awaited for one's reaction.." He swallowed, "She's burnt the paper.. Vicious flames.. shades of both green and purple devoured thy words that come from one's heart.."

He heaved a sigh and leaned against the head of the bed. "I am afriad of what one's lover may do if she had found the young lad in the young mistress' bed.." Hato shivered at the thought.

"Hey, calm down.. Lesso won't kill you-"

"SHE WILL STAKE MY HEART!" Hato panicked, "SHE WILL PEIRCE THROUGH MY CHEST WITH A BLADE AND WATCH AS I BLEED OUT ONTO THE GROUND-"

Suddenly the door shot open..

"I'm going to kill you.." Lesso widened her eyes seeing the unfamiliar male in your bed.

"Oh god.." Hato muttered, "See, young mistress.. one's hatred does not cease.. it grows.." He recited with shallow breaths shifting closer to me.

"Nora.. dont look at me like that.." I warned her as she stared in disbelief at the way I cradled the man in my hands. Her eyes grew dark and her fists clenched at her sides.

"Everything is not as it seems at the first glance-"

"SHUT UP!" Lesso distrupted the shocked boy and started to walk slowly towards both of us.

"Hato.. go.." I nudged the frightened figure beside me and he nodded.

Morphing into a dove he flew off of the bed and sprang through the window. Immediately after, Lesso pointed a finger at the window and cutains, cutting off all possible source of sunlight. There was a dimly lit lamp at the side of the bed adding to the ominous atmosphere. She made her way towards you from the side of the bed.

Her gloved hands ran up your arm to massage your shoulder and slightly grazed your collarbone before ruthlessly latching onto your neck.

"Lesso.." You struggled and held onto her wrist.

"That's your errand boy..? What is he doing in your bed.. Do you want me to kill him? I think you do.." Lesso rambled before squeezing my neck, not receiving and answer. "Such a disappointment.. thinking you could go behind my back.." She spat and shoved you down into the bed.

"Y- Yes, he is and N- O I DON'T want you to kill him." You pleaded as her grip tightened around your neck.

She let out a sick hum and straddled my lap onto the bed with her knee in between my thighs. She leaned down to your ear level "You know I dont share.. Yet you still torture yourself like this.." She immediately pulled away looking down to see your blush of different shades of red as you look up to meet her ravishing eyes.

'Holy shit, I'm dead..' You thought as she pulled you by your collar to sit up to sit up with her still straddling your lap. The cold metal of a dagger caressed your thigh making you shiver. She wrapped her arms around your neck and nuzzled into your neck. The sharp edge of the dagger once again pressed against your chin.

'Where is that dagger..' You felt it caress your cheek on the opposite side of your face, where Lesso didn't have her head rested. You looked cautiously to the other side revealing Lesso's lustful eyes and a dagger in her smug mouth.

"N- nora.. my love.." You stuttered as her hand trailed up from your thighs to her mouth taking the dagger out of her mouth purposely leaving a trail of saliva.

She chuckled and pressed the knife against your collarbone as she bit down on your earlobe aflicting a groan from your mouth. The sharp blade trailed down from your collar bone down in between your cleavage.

The sharp coldness of the metal trailed down more slightly cutting your clothes. "Leonora.." You warned her before she paused and put down the dagger.

"Are you degrading- mh?!" Your words were muffled as she stuck two of her fingers down you throat earning a gag from your trembling figure.

She ignored your question, but smirked. Her black gloved fingertip trailed onto your jawline and gripped it harshly pulling your ear towards her lips.

"Maybe if you get on your knees and beg.. I'll find it in my heart to forgive you.." Lesso purred and pulled away from you completely before propping herself up on the bed, beside you, so both her legs were apart. "Pathetic.." she muttered before smirking.

With a furious blush on your face you got off of the bed and knelt down in between Lesso's legs. You peered up at her seeing her smirk down at you with a sadistic glint in her eyes.

"FUCK I CANT DO THIS-" You spluttered causing Lesso to wrap her legs around your neck crushing your windpipe. Her laugh turned into a groan at your feeble attempt to harshly claw at her thighs. "F_cking amazing.. you were doing great.. Maybe if you werent in bed with the boy I would've let you off the hook with that letter.."

With every one of her words came venom as her legs tightened around your neck. "Apologize, pet.." She said above a whisper. Tears stung your eyes from lack of oxygen.

"L- Let.. m- e.. b-breathe.." You choked and she loosened the hold on your neck.

With shaky braths and fearful eyes you peered back up at her and saw a devious stare in her eyes with a frown on her face.

You too a deep breath and rid of your pride.

"My l- love.. will you find it in that dark heart of yours.. to forgive my pathetic excuse of a- an apology..?" You apologized in the most dramatic way possible to add tension to the environment. Her legs interlocked around your neck, completely loosened before resting on your shoulders

"You're so desperate when you beg.. Alright." She unfolded her legs and allowed me to stand up pulling me in for a hug.

"Lesso-" You were silenced by the cold metal of a dagger pressing against your neck.

"Leonora.. Lesso.. are we really doing this.." You shivered as she dug the dagger deeper into your skin making you curse under your breath.

"Maybe.. just dont f_cking piss me off again, okay?" Lesso said holding my cheek with her hand and pouting.

"Okay, Nora.." You sighed before looking to the side, 'What a lunatic..'