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dreamingofep · 11 months

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Sinned Awakening pt. 13 🩸🩸🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, physical/ verbal abuse, smut, sub/dom play, mentions of blood/gore 🩸

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 13! Twists and turns are coming your way and hope you like this chapter. I loved writing this portion and hope you do too. I was so conflicted on how to end this part because I could have easily kept going! So prepare for the next chapter to answer some very important questions that have been weighing on reader's mind...

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here 🩸

I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!🖤

You manage to put on some pajamas and lay down for a bit, trying to subside the dizziness that’s in your head. You knew that none of this was going to be easy and you needed to show him patience. You were glad he opened up to you more, it showed he trusted you. The spinning head wasn’t going away and you stumble to the bar to get a bottle of water and drink as much as you can to help you get less inebriated. The need for sleep made you collapse back on the bed and close your eyes as soon as your head hit the pillow. With everything that’s been happening, you haven’t gotten the best sleep lately, and knew that wasn’t good for you. You had to take better care of yourself. You let yourself fall into a deep sleep and weren’t worried if you missed the after-party.

You can hear the suite getting filled with loud voices and you lazily stretch underneath the blankets. You’re slightly confused as to how you ended up underneath the blankets and all but you shouldn’t be surprised that it was probably Elvis who checked on you and did this. You wanted to get out there and mingle with the rest of the party. It was well after two a.m. and you got a really decent nap in. There wasn’t going to be anyone you knew at the party so that left you with having to be with Elvis most of the night. In all honesty, you liked it that way. At least you didn’t have to be on edge and just got to enjoy the night.

You put on another outfit that is very eye-catching with a lower cut halter neck dress that accentuates your body well and is a bit shorter than what you would normally wear. You liked how it made you feel though; powerful and sexy. You freshen up your makeup and put on some red lipstick. There was something about tonight that made you feel new and confident. Maybe it was because Elvis was actually trying and was listening to you for the first time since knowing him. You also make sure your hair falls on the left side of your neck, covering the bruise there. It wasn’t as noticeable today and thankfully it was disappearing but you still didn’t want any questioning eyes to see it.

Putting on a pair of heels, you make your way out into the main area of the suite. Music fills the air and lively chat buzzes among the crowd. You feel dozens of eyes and you feel your cheeks redden. You make a beeline to the bar and get some more water. Trying to get through the bustling crowd, you find an easy path along the window and gaze out at the dazzling city beneath you.

The city was stunning, with thousands of lights shining in this otherwise dark lonesome desert. Every blinking light of a hotel’s marquee made your eyes grow in awe. You had never seen the city like this. You never had the luxury of staying in a hotel here in Vegas. You were only able to work in one and now things were different. Everything felt different. Your life because of Elvis was just like this view. Dazzling and star strikingly beautiful. Whatever it was, you felt like you may be able to handle this newfound world you have found yourself in and might be able to handle having Elvis in your life. It felt right to have him there with you and you wanted to keep it that way.

Your daydreaming gets interrupted when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It was Jerry again, cracking a smile at you before speaking.

“He wants to see you,” he informs.

“Mhmm, where is he?”

“He’s by the front door, I’ll take you to him,” he says before turning to make his way through the crowd.

You bump and push your way through the sea of people until you finally see him sitting in his normal chair looking breathtaking as usual. He looked like he just got out of the shower, his hair still slightly damp but brushed back to show his beautiful face.

He once again wore black pants, a black button-up with white cherry blossoms running up it, and a silver belt with turquoise on it. He knew exactly how to dress to make himself look more attractive than humanly possible. You can’t take your eyes off of him, so in awe of his presence.

He stands up when he sees you, smiling at your new outfit.

“Hi darlin’,” he coos. You blush at his words and look up into those soft eyes. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to not blush when he calls you a pet name.

“Hi,” you say softly.

“How do you look even better than the last time I saw you?” He says cheekily. He steps closer, going to hug you but restrains himself and puts his arms back by his side.

You smile at the small gesture of control and grab his arms and wrap them around your waist. You too wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the soft tresses at the base of his neck, and twist them around your finger.

“You can hug me, it’s okay,” you tell him, watching his mouth form into a soft smile.

He pulls you in closer, running his hands along your back.

“Mmm, thank you. I needed this,” he whispers, placing a kiss on the top of your head and smoothing the back of your hair with his hand.

“How did your shows go?” You ask looking up at him, still holding him against your chest.

“They went well. The crowds were really loud tonight it was amazing,” he gushes.

“That’s great honey. Any panties get thrown at you tonight?” You tease.

He laughs at your silly question and shakes his head. “Yes, quite a few but you know I don’t care for that. If it was you throwing them at me, that would be a different story,” he quips, biting his lip as he looks over you.

You can’t help but smile at his cheeky comment and place your finger on his lips.

“You’re being bad. You said you’d be good,” you quip.

“Hmm, what a terrible thing to make me promise. I guarantee you like me when I’m on my worst behavior too,” he smirks.

“Occasionally…” you jest, pushing him away from your body. You can tell he doesn’t like that you pushed him away but tries to not make a fuss about it.

“Sit down honey, please,” he gestures to the seat behind him. You gladly take a seat but don’t sit all the way back in the chair, looking up at Elvis as you cross your legs. You watch as his eyes gravitate toward your exposed legs with the dress cinched up when you sat down. You attempt to pull down the dress to cover a bit of your thighs and he looks at you amused.

“What are you looking at?” You ask mischievously.

“Nothing,” he smiles.

“What are you thinking about then?” You prompted.

“Nothing good I assure you,” he teases. “ Just looking at those pretty legs of yours.”

“Mmhmm, figures,” you quip, hitting the side of his leg and shaking your head at him.

Someone brings you a glass of champagne and you take a sip, you normally don’t like champagne but you decide to try it for the fun it. You take a sip and love the fizzy taste of it in your tongue. The more sips you take the more you like it. You realize you haven’t ever had good champagne before. You remember you tried some for your twenty-first birthday and it was the cheap kind at a restaurant down the street from here and it was awful. This was the complete opposite and you liked it.

You suddenly hear Elvis chuckling to himself and shoot him a confused look.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You. I’m going to have to carry you to bed after this hmm?” He taunts.

“I’m not going to let it get that out of hand,” you tell him snickering.

“Okay baby whatever you say,” he mumbles. “How was your nap?” He continues.

“It was quite nice and drank plenty of water. Woke up feeling good as new,” you wink. “How are you feeling?”

“Very good. I haven’t had any cravings… so I think that’s a good thing so far,” he cracks a smile telling you this. He carefully tucks your hair behind your ear, making sure to not make too much contact with your skin.

“I’m glad you made it to the party. I thought you for sure would be out for the rest of the night,” he chuckled. “Did you do anything else while I was gone?” He says, his voice slightly accusatory.

You knew he knew what was going on after that kiss. The alcohol got to your head and your body betrayed every last ounce of control that you had. It seemed you also needed to work on your control with him. You were going to blame it on the alcohol and the ungodly amount of sex appeal that was dripping off of him wearing that black velvet suit. How you wish you could have torn it off of him and have him do countless naughty things with you.

You look up at him with innocent eyes and a smile, “nothing much. Definitely not anything you wanted to see,” you quip. He blinks at you dumbfounded, a smile creaking out from those soft lips.

A rumble forms in his chest and and looks around the crowd then moves in front of you, blocking you from everyone else in the room. He uncrosses your legs and spreads them slightly, his hands burning on your skin the tighter he squeezes them and pushes you back in the chair. He props his bent knee in between your legs and takes your chin in his hand.

“Do you have any idea how hard you make all of this on me? You ask me to have control around you but it’s literally impossible. Because you are the world's biggest tease. The way you look, the way you smell…it all beckons me to come and ruin you,” he growls, pushing the top of his thigh to your core.

You suck in a sharp breath as you feel the added pressure there, looking down to see his hand carefully scrunching up the material of your dress, exposing your panties to him. He smugly looks down at you, placing both of his hands on the chair’s arms, and hunching over you.

You know he’s doing everything to try and gain control but this is exactly what can’t happen. You can’t have him take a chance of him losing control with you.

“A taste of your own medicine then…I know I’m making it difficult… but you can’t always get your way with me.” You protest. His eyes grow dark as he looks at you, looking over you with hunger.

He puts more pressure on you making you groan,

“Is that so… how unfortunate for you. Because I always get what I want,” he grumbles.

You have to fight every urge to pull him into the bedroom with the way he’s looking at you.

Your breathing begins to quicken and your eyes wander down his body. Your fingertips graze over his chest, down his torso, and stop when you reach his belt. He stares at you with caution and you proceed to graze his bulge, making him take a sharp breath.

“Well then, tonight will be the first night you stay dissatisfied,” you say running your fingers back up his body.

This only makes him more frustrated and he begins to rub the top of his thigh on your core more. You let a gasp escape your mouth, unable to hide how good the friction feels.

“And you say I lie too much. Look at yourself, lying to me right now. Fighting every last drop of need you have for me,” he coos, his voice like smooth honey in your ear. Your hips involuntarily buck up on him and your legs squeeze around his, letting out a pleased groan when he watches you do this. Just his voice alone has you wet and aching for him.

“Mhmm, look at you, trying to ride my thigh, you naughty, naughty girl. Not keeping your promises now hmm,” he teases.

“Elvis, please. I’m human, with human desires… this is just cruel what you’re doing. Not to mention, in a room with dozens of people,” you sigh, feeling his leg move again, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m being good. I would love to have my fingers stuffed inside you but I don’t. Having the utmost control right now,” he grins, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. You groan at him, unable to fight the need you have for this man.

“Goddamn it… you just have to have everything your way don’t you?” You grumble, feeling the wetness in your panties begin to pool. You buck your hips again, grinding onto him and you bite your lip, holding back a deep groan.

“It’s so much better when it’s done my way, honey,” he snickers, caressing your face and making you grow weaker by the second. Those blue eyes pierce into yours and you put your hand back on his belt, pulling his hips closer.

“You’re not going to get to touch me. No matter how much you tease. You need to prove to me you have enough control over your thirst,” you sigh.

You keep grinding your hips onto his leg and bite your lip looking at him. Your hand squeezes his bulge and he lets out a loud groan. You rub your hand along his length and he looks down at what you’re doing.

“Fucking hell woman. You better stop,” he reprimands.

You keep teasing, rubbing him more, liking to hear the moans escaping his lips as your hips move on him. You shake your head no at him and continue to taunt him. Your breathing quickens and your core begins to throb. You pull at his pants button and look up at him deviously.

“Your pants are looking a little tight. How bad would it be if I unzipped them a little?” You tease. His hand tightens on the chair's arm and his chest heaves.

“Very. Very bad. To the point where you’d leave me no choice but to pin you down with your face against the sheets and fuck you all night.” He says through his teeth. Your heart gallops at that salacious thought, knowing he would do such a thing to you.

You stare up at him, your eyes unwavering and your fingers push the button on his pants, sliding the zipper ever so slowly. He looks down at your hand and groans softly.

“Excuse me, Elvis, we have a problem,” one of his men announces a few feet away.

His entire body stiffens when he hears the voice. He grumbles frustrated and throws daggers at you when he zips and buttons his pants again before turning around. You quickly straighten out your dress and proceed to look with curiosity at what is going on.

“What could possibly be so important,” he growls, straightening out his stature and his chest heaving, making him look menacing.

“He’s looking for her, sir. He’s causing a commotion downstairs.” He says matter of factly.

Elvis turns around to look at you, anger blaring in his eyes.

You stand up quickly, “Do you mean Daniel? He’s here looking for me?” You ask hesitantly.

The man nods his head at you then looks back at Elvis, “What do you want us to do?” He asks him.

“Let me take care of it. If I’m the one he wants to see, let me tell him to leave,” you say quickly before Elvis can answer.

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting him anywhere near you,” he growls.

“I guarantee you, he won’t go away, so let me just tell him to leave me alone for once and for all.” You say sternly. Elvis clenched his jaw and looks disapprovingly at you.

“I’m going down there with you then. I’m not taking any chances,” he seethes.

“Fine but stay out of sight. I don’t want him to make a bigger scene if he sees you with me,” you instruct.

You know he doesn’t like it but he nods his head and agrees. You both make your way to the elevator and nerves make your stomach turn as it makes its way down to the lobby. You had no idea what you were walking into but knew Daniel was not going to be happy at all. You knew he had a bad temper. Regardless of whether he was drinking, he could light off like a bottle rocket. You’re sure he saw all your things gone and not to mention the cut telephone lines and was going to demand an explanation.

The ding of the elevator makes you jump out of your skin and Elvis steps in front of you before you’re able to step out. You look into his eyes, they look like they’re on fire and his intense energy makes you shiver.

“I’ll be right here, I can be there in a flash if you need,” he assures. You nod your head and he steps aside and you make your way through the busy lobby. You walk cautiously, scanning the crowd until you see the back of Daniel’s head by the front revolving doors of the hotel. A couple of Elvis’ men are behind him keeping an eye on him.

“What are you doing here?” You bark, taking quick strides towards him. Seeing him here makes your blood boil and you want him away from you as quickly as possible.

He turns around and is shocked at what you’re wearing. He scoffs at you and makes a few steps toward you.

“I could ask you the same question. I come home to find your closet completely empty. I deserve an explanation!” He says, raising his voice louder at you.

“I already told you. I’m done. You’ve cheated countless of times on me and I don’t love you anymore,” you seethe.

He looks at you in shock, his face not hiding any emotion from you.

“How could you say that?! After everything you’re just going to leave me?” He grumbles.

“Absolutely. And it’s one of the easiest things I’ve ever done,” you seethe.

“You’re unbelievable. Where would you even go? You couldn’t afford a place here by yourself,” he spats. Anger boils within you and you can’t hide any of your feelings anymore.

“Here with Elvis. He’s letting me stay with him,” you throw in his face.

His face suddenly turns gaunt and stares at you mortified.

“You can’t stay with him. You have no idea what he’s capable of,” he whispers, taking a few steps toward you. You look at him confused and don’t say anything right away.

Does he know? How the hell does he know what Elvis is?

“I know he’s capable of empathy, something you lack. At least he cares that I’m around,” you spat.

He starts laughing, covering his mouth with his hands, and looks at you in shock.

“Oh I see what’s going on here, he’s giving you attention and you think he’s going to keep you around? You have no idea what he’ll do to you once he gets tired of you,” He says menacingly. You’ve had enough of his crass behavior and ball your fists at your side, taking slow breaths from your nose before speaking again.

You regroup and give him a snide little smile, shaking your head at him, “oh honey, he gives me a lot more than just his attention,” you insinuate, watching his face turn mortified yet again, “I go to him begging for things you could never give me,” you say through your teeth.

Daniel’s eyes light up and he looks at you in horror.

“You’re not serious… You let that thing touch you,” he says disgustedly.

You smirk at him, “Yeah, and I can’t get enough,” you taunt. He looks at you mortified and puts his hand on his forehead, backing up from you.

You stare at him in disgust, waiting for him to say anything else crass. Before you know it, he quickly lunges toward you and raises his hand, slapping you clean across your face.

The pain of the slap radiates across your cheek and part of your nose. You grunt when the pain spreads more and you cover your cheek with your own hand. You stumble a bit, knocked by the force of his hand. You are in utter shock, in absolute disbelief he laid his hands on you like this. You see in the corner of your eye Elvis’ men start to lunge at him as you continue to stagger away.

“You stupid fucking bitch! Do you have any idea what he is?! What he can do-,” he yells at you but suddenly gets cut off mid-sentence.

You go to look up at him and in a blink, Elvis is in front of you, his body separating you two, and his hand is gripped tightly around Daniel’s neck. He gasps for air and claws at Elvis’ forearm.

“You’re a piece of shit you know that?! How dare you even think of touching her! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t snap your neck right here,” he seethes. You feel a hand pull you back from the two fuming men, turning to see it’s Jerry with concern in his eyes. You take a few steps back and tremble, not knowing what’s about to unfold before you.

“You can’t … do this,” Daniel’s chokes out.

Elvis cocks his head at him, “Do what? This?” He says as his hand tightens around his neck. Daniel grunts, gasping for breath.

“You can’t compel… her to stay with you… you’re gonna kill her” he gasps.

Elvis chuckles at him, “Oh you think I need to compel her to stay with me? You stupid fucking human,” he taunts.

Daniel hits and pulls at his arm, needing to get air. He tries to twist his neck from Elvis’ grip but there’s no point. Elvis is too strong for him and it looks like he’s not even trying.

“Raphael isn’t going tolerate this. You… can’t keep her and draw more attention to yourself,” he rasps.

“Go on and tell Raphael. Tell him how I have her all to myself and don’t plan on letting her go any time soon,” he snaps.

“You’re gonna kill her if you do-,” he chokes out.

“I can take better care of her than you ever did, you pathetic excuse for a man.”

You watch as Elvis puts his face inches away from Daniel’s, his eyes wide when he looks at Elvis. “I better not ever see you here again or I’ll make you bleed out slowly and painfully, wishing you had never seen my face,” Elvis snarls.

He lets go of his throat and Daniel collapses into the floor, gasping and choking for air.

“Y/n… y/n run… he can’t be trusted,” Daniel gaps out.

“Get him out of here, NOW,” Elvis snarls at his men.

Elvis quickly turns to look at you and his eyes are bright red, anger radiating from his entire body. He quickly lunges for you and picks you up, moving too quickly for your brain to comprehend what is happening.

You feel the rush of wind across your body and you hold onto his neck tightly, holding your breath not knowing what’s going on.

He puts you back down on the floor and you open your eyes seeing that you’re back in the penthouse in his bedroom. You feel dizzy and have to get your bearings before you’re able to move.

He is beyond fuming, he looks like he’s going to go on a rampage. You see him with his back turned toward you and his shoulders rising and falling fast.

“E-Elvis … what the hell is going on?” You ask scared. The entire penthouse is now quiet, you’re sure you could hear a pin drop and this gives you an eerie chill as you watch Elvis heave angrily.

“He’s such a piece of shit. I should have ripped his head off you know that? Should have done it and rid one more awful soul on this earth. How dare he touch what’s mine!” he seethes.

He grabs the lamp next to him and hurls it at the window making it shatter onto the floor. He quickly turns to his bedside and throws the books sitting on his nightstand, cussing and screaming in anger. You watch as his fists go flying up and hit the nightstand, making it crumble at his feet.

“Elvis stop that wouldn’t solve anything. You’re letting your anger get the best of you. You need to stop this right now!” you tell him.

“I don’t care, You’re mine! No one should touch you except me!” He growls possessively. He goes to the mirror and punches the middle of it, creating a circular shatter mark in it. You gasp when you hear the crunch of the glass shatter and are frozen with fear.

You look at him in the reflection of the mirror and he looks back at you with those gleaming red eyes and see his long fangs have extended.

Shit.

You back up, unsure of where to go but you know you need to give him space.

“People like him don’t deserve a second chance. I should’ve shown him no mercy,” he hisses.

“You need to calm down, please honey. Listen to me. It’s over now. I’m sure we won’t see him again,” you try to explain.

“Oh no, he’ll be back. He’ll try to get Raphael to get rid of me,” he scowls taking long strides to get closer to you.

“W-who’s that?” You ask shakily, backing up more to get away from Elvis’ fangs.

“He’s the one that bit me. He’s the one I told you about that has a club here in town. He’s very powerful here,” he snarls.

You don’t understand what is going on. All of this is happening so quickly and it makes your head spin, feeling sick to your stomach.

“But how does Daniel know about him? Does he know what you are?” You ask.

“He works for Raphael. Of course, he knows what we are. He wants to be turned, that’s the only reason he works for them. He thinks if he works for him long enough, he’ll turn him,” he vents.

You gasp, utterly shocked by this information he’s given you.

“What? Why?! Why would he ever want to be like one of you?” You ask. His face washes over with hurt and you wince once you realize what you just said.

“Oh no, no I didn’t mean it like that!” You quickly reply but it’s too late. You’ve said what you said and you want to assure him with a touch of your hand but it probably isn’t the best idea.

He puts up his hand to stop you from speaking and interrupts you.

“Save it, I don’t want to hear it. But I’m sure he wants it for his own selfish reasons. The immortality, the ability to compel, the list goes on and on,” he snaps.

You begin to tremble, scared over this whole situation, and stare at the towering vampire a few feet away from you.

“What’s gonna happen?” You ask weakly.

“I don’t know. We have rules. Not a lot, but a few important ones. If you turn a human, you become responsible for their actions. That’s why a lot of them band together and form little groups so the one that turns them can keep an eye on them. You brought them into this world in a sense and you are responsible for controlling them in a way.”

“But you haven’t done anything wrong…” you squeak out. He looks at you darkly, shaking his head.

“There’s things honey. Things I’ve done in the past that don’t make me a good man…” he trails off.

“What are you talking about?” You ask confused and a bit scared to find out the truth.

“I’ve told you, my thirst has always been an issue. When I got here in 1969, I overindulged, feeding on anyone that would come near me. I was making too much of an eyesore and people were beginning to question me… Afraid I was doing things that I shouldn’t be,” he explains.

“That’s when I first found out Raphael was here and he had to warn me to get it under control. But I didn’t. I just became more inconspicuous about everything. I would feed too much on humans…where I almost bleed them dry. People were showing up to the hospitals with barely any blood left in them to function. Everyone got scared. People are scared of me y/n. People talk about me here with fear. As they should be,” he spits at you.

You take another step back as his red eyes stare at you intensely, looking at you like prey.

Your throat feels dry and you can’t make any words come out. That idea was terrifying, that he could let it get that out of hand if he wanted to.

“That… that was years ago honey… You’ve changed. I know you have. I bled in front of you and you never went for my throat,” you say trying to calm him down.

“Those technicalities don’t matter. The point is I still have the same tendencies as before,” he growls, “humans aren’t even supposed to know about our existence. If he ever finds out I can’t compel you…that could be it for me. I’d be considered weak and a risk to all our kind…he could end me.” He pauses, his fangs have receded and he goes to you, his eyes still blood red. He reaches for his throat and rubs it uncomfortably, trying to swallow but it looks like it’s painful to do so.

End him? You’re too afraid to ask how something could end a vampire’s life but the thought petrified you. You couldn’t imagine Elvis getting hurt. The idea made you sick.

He turns to look at you and stands before you, reaching his hand out and you freeze, unknowing of what he’s going to do. He brushes back your hair on your neck exposing the faint bruise there.

He makes a look of disgust and shakes his head, “Look at you, marked like some animal. I’m so sorry.” He grunts.

His finger drags down across your chest and finds the seam of your dress where the v-cut ends. He doesn’t put much pressure on the dress for him to be able to tear it, exposing more of your breasts to him and showing the bruises he left with his mouth there. He grumbles when he sees the purple splotches, angry with himself for doing this. His fingertips lightly graze those bruises, sending a chill down your spine that tells every cell in your body to freeze.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for doing this to you. I hurt you so easily-,” he says sorrowfully but you stop him from going on.

“No, stop it. You’re not keeping me hostage and this was something I was okay with. Everything I’ve done with you was something I wanted to do. We just have to convince him that I’m with you under my own free will,” you say firmly but you see he’s not listening to you.

“God I wish I could make you forget these last few weeks. Forget how I ruined your entire life and have you move on,” he says sorrowfully, not listening to what you’re saying at all.

“I don’t! I don’t want to forget these weeks with you. They’ve been the most insane weeks of my life but I don’t want to forget and lose you,” you say.

He looks down at you in sorrow, “I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to control the thirst I have for you. It's an unparalleled amount and I can’t forget how you tasted,” he sighs as he looks over you hungrily. Your heart thumps nervously in your chest, unable to hide the nerves of being around him with those piercing red eyes.

“Just go to bed before I hurt you again,” he growls.

You look at him disheartened, hating that he’s trying to push you away again just when things get hard. He stares you down, making your skin crawl at how hot and intense his gaze is. You turn on your heel and slam the door behind you, surely making him more upset.

You’re frustrated with his whole outlook on this. You know he can change, you see that he wants to but every time he’s tried on his own, he fails. Then he picks up on his bad habits and spirals downward. This time you felt it could be different because you were around. If what he says is true, and his feelings are that strong for you, he could change and control himself.

You start to head to your room and see that light is coming through the curtains, showing signs of the morning about to break. It feels like another sleepless dawn with nerves and anxiety and the thought of where you two were going to go made you a wreck. He was stubborn and set in his ways, constantly brooding that he couldn’t see past his mistakes.

You get in the shower and clean your face from tonight’s makeup. Once you get out of the shower, you look at your face in the mirror and see the slap mark run across your face. You wince at the sight and feel it’s tender and pink.

You hope to God you never see Daniel’s face again. You’re pretty sure you’d let Elvis hurt him and feel no remorse for it. Not after all of this. How he strung you along for years and was working for a slum of vampires. Was he ever going to tell you or would he just suddenly leave you and get bit? The thought boils your blood and hate that was even a path for you.

In so many ways you needed Elvis. He made it complicated yes, but in so many ways he saved you. He saved you from a loveless relationship and one that would eventually be turned into a vampire, further causing more issues down the line. Elvis had to see the light that you saw within him. Elvis showed you a tender and loving side no man had ever shown you before. Your feelings for him were unparalleled to anything you had ever experienced. It was like something out of a book. All these emotions you were feeling were too strong and yet they were all real.

That’s why you grew so frustrated with him. His broodiness made you so fed up with the whole situation. You wanted to give yourself completely to him but he always pushed you away just when he begged for you to do so five seconds ago. He gave you a complete whiplash these last few weeks and you needed to make him see the good within it all. The rough patches would smooth out and this whole thing with Raphael will get sorted, it just might take some time. You were determined to make him see and make him want better starting with himself. The rest you two could handle later on. You weren’t going to take no for an answer.

It was late but you didn’t care. Anger radiated through you and you weren’t going to sleep til this was sorted. If you had to scream and yell at him all morning long, then that’s what you’d do.

You quickly put on a nightgown and rush to the other side of the penthouse. You don’t bother to knock on his bedroom door. You’ve seen it all at this point that nothing is going to phase you of whatever he was doing in there.

You quickly open the door and see Elvis on the floor, blood vials sprawled out on the floor all empty. He looks in your direction flashing his dangerous red eyes at you.

“What are you doing in here,” he growls, his fangs showing when he speaks.

You slam the door again behind you and go barreling toward him, unafraid of the sight before you.

“Get up,” you yell, pulling him by his arm. He looks at you shocked, not used to your abrasive tone. He grunts and shakes his arm free from your grasp.

“You should have stayed in your room,” he hisses.

“You’re not telling me what to do! I’m sick and tired of your piss poor attitude. If you want me gone just say so! ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing to me! You’re pushing me away!” You yell.

You watch as his shoulders rise and fall when he looks at you, “No, I don’t want you to leave.” He grumbles.

“Then act like it! I’m tired of hearing you telling me to go away!”

You look at the vials on the floor then look back up at him, “and what the fuck is going on here?”

“I’m fucking starved! You make me crave more blood than I have in a long time!” He growls at you.

“You’re blaming all of this on me?! Like I made you drink my blood?!” You shoot back at him.

“No, no that’s not what I meant. It’s my doing, not yours,” he growls.

“Let’s figure something out to help you not want to drain me,” you stressed. "There has to be a way."

“Baby… I’m no good. I can’t control this vile beast within me,” he says defeated.

“Stop that right now! There has to be a way,” you say frustrated.

“Yes there is… and that’s for you to stay away from me…” he says angrily.

Anger fills your veins and you push hard against his chest, staring into those intense red eyes while doing so, and push him toward the bed to make him sit down. He looks at you in shock, not understanding what you’re doing. You stand in between his legs, grabbing a fist full of his shirt in your hands. He hisses at your touch and winces, closing his eyes.

“Listen to me and don’t say a word you understand?!” You yell at him, getting close to his face, waiting for his response. He nods his head in agreement even though his eyes say otherwise.

“I’m not going anywhere! You are going to stop feeling sorry for yourself. You can control this I’m sure of it. You’re not the monster you think you are. I don’t see you the way you see yourself,” you explain.

He has his eyes closed, not wanting to look at you. You pull his chin up to look at you.

“If I leave, I know you will find me in a matter of minutes and come begging for me to forgive you! Leaving is not an option. You said it yourself, you can’t get away from me,” you pause to make sure he’s listening.

“Look at me, now,” you beg. He finally looks at you and flashes those red eyes.

You sigh, “I trust you. You’re not going to hurt me, You’ve had plenty of opportunities if you were to do so. But you won’t. I don’t think you’re capable of hurting me,” You explain.

“Honey, please. How can you say that? After all of this? I can’t… I can’t have you touch me.” He sighs, trying to get your hand off his face.

“Yes, you can. You’re not going to hurt me. Would it really be easier for you to never see me again? You’d only crave me more,” You tell him, almost certain it's the truth.

Your fingers run through his hair and you place a kiss on the top of his head. He groans, keeping his hands on the tops of his thighs as you continue to touch him. His breathing rises and your hands run down his back, pulling him in for an embrace. He grumbles into your chest, being tortured by your heart’s pitter-patter so close to his mouth.

You grab his wrists and pull them away from his thighs.

“I know I said no touching me… but you need to trust how much control you have. You’re not going to hurt me, I know you won’t,” you say. You place his hands on your hips and he looks up at you.

“Why are you so good to me? I don’t deserve you,” He quivers, bringing his hand up to your torso, up the sides of you then back down, squeezing lightly at your hips.

You take a sharp breath in through your nose, reveling in the feeling of him touching you.

“Because I know. I know you’re good inside. I know you care about me deeply and would never hurt me. What you’ve done in the past, stays there. That’s not you anymore.” You grab his wrists again, pulling his hands upward against your torso, up to the swell of your breasts.

“I know these hands, won’t do anything bad but show me love… Is that right?” You ask. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, squeezing your breasts firmly. He nods his head and looks at you sorrowfully. You smile at him, liking the way he’s listening. You move one of his hands up, making him wrap it around your throat and he grunts when you do so. You sigh too when you feel his hand on your neck, liking the slight squeeze he gives you. You want his attention to be stuck on you and know you have to keep going, you don’t want a word of rebuttal from him of how he’s no good.

For the first time ever, you have to be the dominant one and not let him get his way. No amount of pleading will get you to submit to him right now. He was the one that was going to have to submit to you.

You bring his fingers to your mouth, placing a kiss on each fingertip, then down to the palm of his hand. His eyes are locked on you, watching your every movement as you continue.

You look at his eyes, holding him there in your gaze, and give him a little smirk for what you’re about to do. You bring his middle and ring finger to your mouth and lick the two digits, swirling your tongue on his fingertips. He groans, watching how your mouth moves on him.

“Fuck…” he breathes.

You push his fingers more in your mouth, running your tongue along their length and taking them out of your mouth with a pop. He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, silently pleading for you to continue.

“Mhmm, and these fingers give me nothing but pleasure too?,” you grunt, leading his fingers under your nightgown and having him rub your clit ever so lightly. The warmth of you radiating onto his hand. He cusses your name, liking that he can touch you more.

“Yes of course,” he whimpers.

You place his hand back on your hip and rub his bottom lip with your thumb. He places a kiss on it, pleading to let him do more than just sit here.

“And this mouth… this mouth can only show me pleasure too…isn’t that right?” You ask, watching how he bites his lip as you ask him these questions.

“Yes baby, only for good I promise you,” he moans, peppering kisses on your palm.

You could crumble right here, watching how undone you’ve made this man. Your fingertips start to graze down his chest, working the buttons off of his shirt slowly.

“Good. I love that mouth too much,” you tease as your hands touch his chest. Your eyes continue to wander and see the growing erection in his pants. Your hand slowly grazes his length and he squirms at your touch. You look back up at him to still him and he freezes when you do so.

His eyes are slowly turning a dark shade of blue and the veins by his eyes have slowly dissipated. You smile to yourself, liking how you’ve got him to focus solely on you and nothing else. You go back to touching him firmly, making a small groan when you feel how hard his cock is.

“And this… is this mine?” You ask, moving your hand more on him causing him to grunt.

He looks down at what you’re doing, his hips rutting with your movements. He makes the most delicious-sounding moans you’ve ever heard and you could easily fall apart at his feet.

“Yes. God yes it is. I’m all yours. Whatever you want you can have, baby,” he professes breathlessly.

Your cheeks redden by his words, not believing you have him this way. His usual dominance is melted away because of you and you have him in the palm of your hand, having him grind into you as he waits for your next direction.

You had to get him to listen. Show him that he has control with you.

“Whatever I want?” You ask coyly.

He nods his head at you, his eyes pleading, “Whatever you want. Please tell me and I’ll give it to you.” He groans, desperate for you, his hands squeezing your hips tight.

You pull at his arm to stand up and you lay on the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his torso and keeping him pressed against you. His eyes grow wide and his hands grab the back of your thighs to keep your legs up.

“Tell me, tell me how bad you want to please me,” you sigh, feeling his cock rest against your core. He grunts and pulls you against him more firmly.

“That’s all I want. I want to make you happy, to make you feel good.” He says with a grind of his hips into you.

You close your eyes, loving how even his words can turn you on.

“I know you do. You always do,” you moan. “Keep moving, you feel good like this,” you gasp and he rolls his hips again, grinding his cock onto your covered pussy.

“Yes, baby. I can feel how wet you are for me,” he grunts, moving his hips more.

You watch as he takes his hands off of your hips and starts to unbutton his pants. You grab his wrist quickly to stop him.

“No baby, keep them on.” You instruct. He whimpers at your instruction, not liking that he’s not getting his way.

“Oh please, baby. Please, I wanna feel you,” he begs, grinding into you more.

“You can later. Show me how well you can listen,” you tease. He lets out a frustrated grunt and nods his head. He moves his hips like it's second nature, conjuring new feelings you’ve never had before and always making you need more.

“Please keep moving. Tell me what you want right now,” you instruct, rolling your hips into him, loving how good he feels.

“Fuck baby…I-I-I wanna stuff that tight pussy with my cock and make you say my name when you’re about to come undone,” he groans breathlessly. His voice makes your core throb and you want him to do all of that to you. His fingers delicately play with the seam of your panties, lightly pulling at the lace fabric and you hear it begin to tear.

You pull his hands back on your hips, getting him to hold you tight there.

“I’d love that. You know how much I love getting fucked by you,” you say breathlessly, knowing your words too are going to drive him to the edge.

“Mhmm, I know you do. Because you’re mine. All mine,” he says as his hips continue to grind away onto your core. He bites his lip as he looks down at you, hunger washing over him but so focused on the task at hand.

“Yes, I am,” you pant. “Tell me what else you need.”

He groans out frustratedly, looking down at your hips meeting one another, wishing he could feel your naked body on his. He picks up one of your legs and bends it upward, spreading you wider.

“I want to pin you down on this bed, make you beg for my cock all night long. I love hearing you beg for me,” he grunts into your ear making your core throb.

“Fuck, yes. I want that too,” you moan.

You make him take his hands off of you and you push him onto the bed again, getting on top of him quickly, pinning his hands by his head. His eyes are full of shock and he doesn’t say anything.

You sit back down on his covered length and grind into him, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Watch me come,” you tell him as you feel the coil in your belly tighten by the second. He writhes underneath you, wanting to gain back control so badly.

“Ah, no baby, please. Let me be inside you. I wanna feel you,” he pants, his eyes big and pleading.

You shake your head at him, grinding on him more and more.

“Why would you ever want that,” you tease.

“Ahh y/n please,” he whimpers loudly, tossing his head to the side with frustration.

“Elvis tell me,” you moan.

He groans and shuts his eyes, so sexually frustrated with this game your playing and very successfully winning.

“Because I love feeling you squeeze around my cock. I can’t help it. You were made just for me,” he moans. His possessive words ring in your ear over and over and you feel your body about to give out with him talking like this.

You place your hands on his chest and work your way to your orgasm, your jaw falling slack when you feel that familiar feeling of your coil snapping and your walls fluttering around nothing. You moan his name as you ride out your high, your hips still grinding into his cock. He suddenly cries out too, squeezing his eyes shut and his hips stuttering, then bucking up into you.

That’s when you feel the wetness spread in his pants and this surprised look on his face forms. He cusses under his breath and places his hands on your hips, rocking you into him harder. You can feel your arousal seep out of your panties and onto his pants, creating a slick mark along where his cock is. You can’t catch your breath as you watch this man become completely unglued and writhing underneath you.

He looks down at your mess and chuckles, putting his head back on the bed.

“Holy fuck woman…”

“What are you laughing about hmm?” You giggle at him. He sighs heavily and bites his lip.

“I’ve just never come in my pants like this,” he says embarrassed.

“Well it's a first for everything,” you quip cheekily. You touch his face and he looks at you intently.

“I’ve actually never umm… had a woman ever tell me what to do like that… It was so… attractive,” he smirks at you.

Your heart leaps and you stare at him stunned, having been the first woman that ever made Elvis Presley submit to every last wish and desire.

“Are you serious? Never?” You ask.

He hums amused, “Never. I can usually make someone listen to me remember?” He quips cheekily.

“Oh, I see,” you say covering your mouth with the smile that’s forming on it. “Did you like me telling you what to do?” You ask softly.

He nods his head and gazes into your eyes, “yes I did. I’ve never been so turned on,” he quips. Your cheeks redden and you flash a smile at him. “Good, I’m glad. I want to do it again,” you tease, brushing his hair back that’s fallen on his forehead and look at his eyes.

“Look at yourself…your eyes… they’re so blue.”

He kisses the back of your hand and smiles at you, “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. My temper got the best of me…I guess I do have a bit more control than I thought,” he hums.

You lay beside him, his arm wrapped around your body tightly. You let a comfortable silence hang over you two, liking how everything feels like it's going to be sorted out.

“I want to be with you, through the good and the bad. I want you, Elvis. Let me help you,” you say, rubbing his chest lightly.

He sighs at the feeling of your touch, “I want you too. I know we can make this work. I promise you,. I'm not letting anyone get between us,” he says tenderly.

You wrap your leg on him and cuddle into the crook of his neck, the scent of him filling your nose. You sigh and feel his hand run through your hair, gently caressing you. You feel at peace with him for once.

The blanket of sleep starts to wash over you and you feel him pull the blankets and cover your fragile body. You hold onto him tighter, hoping he doesn’t leave by the time you wake up. Your body felt so tired, so emotionally battered that you felt like you needed to sleep for an entire week. There was a lot of unknown and the fear of what Raphael could do to Elvis scared you. But in this moment, none of that mattered. You were here in his arms, hearing his strange heart beat away for you.

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mysdrymmumbles · 1 year

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Tav: *deep sigh*

Astarion: Is something wrong?

Tav: I mean, I don't really know how to say this, but...

Astarion: Come now, darling. You can tell me anything.

Tav: You've been neglecting our son.

Astarion:

Astarion: I'm sorry, our what?

Tav: Don't play dumb, Astarion.

Astarion: You know what? I've changed my mind. That thing about telling me anything? I take that back.

Tav: What am I supposed to tell him when we get back to camp?

Astarion: You'll think of something. You've such a way with words.

Tav: He watches for you when we come back, and he waits. He wants so much for you to pay attention to him, to treat him like you did before.

Astarion: I assure you, he doesn't care.

Tav: I assure you, he does.

Astarion:

Tav:

Astarion: *shifting uncomfortably* It's better this way.

Tav: How? Every time he realizes that you've slipped off to go hunting on your own, it breaks his fluffy little heart!

Astarion: If his heart is fluffy, something is very, very wrong.

Tav: You should take him hunting.

Astarion: He's got Halsin for that! Vampires and owlbears don't exactly have the same hunting methods. Halsin can help him more than I--

Tav: Astarion, are you jealous of the sexy giant druid?

Astarion: Strange choice of adjectives for this conversation, but no. I'm not jealous.

Tav: Our son said he prefers hunting with you. When you go out together, he feels important. Worthy.

Astarion:

Tav: You'd know that if you used the potions of animal speaking I gave you.

Astarion: Forgive me if I don't want to listen to squirrels beg for their lives every time I need to feed.

Tav:

Astarion: Fine. I could take him hunting again sometime. *holds up a finger* But you're the one who has to break it to Halsin.

Tav: Maybe you could take turns?

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #family drama #astarion #tav

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trans-ruffboi · 3 months

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can we please hear about soulmate au fenders? 🥺🥺🥺 and maybe also fenders vampire au?

yeah! WIP game post

my idea for soulmate au fenders was based on the idea that in the Andrastian Chantry, people bound to a vow of celibacy would likely have their soulmarks burned off routinely as a sign of their faith. that they are married instead to the Lady of the Eternal Flame. and I would think that would also apply to mages since they are supposed to show their own devotion to Andraste through obeying her teachings and staying in the Circle. but I like the idea that they keep coming back, so it's a routine thing as a reaffirmation. many mages don't even remember what their marks look like, because at the first sign of it returning, you've got an appointment with a Rod of Fire. so we've got Anders, who knows what his mark is but it's all fucked up by scar tissue, and Fenris, who has a line of pure lyrium cutting through his. and Anders is in denial.

"So you’re just never going to tell him?" Hawke was leaning against the doorframe, having somehow slipped in and closed it again without him noticing. Or maybe Justice had noticed, and didn't tell him because he's a traitor. A traitor and an enabling, lovesick idiot. Taking a deep breath in he turned on what he hoped was a suitably flippant grin. "Hello Hawke. Great to see you in the washroom that I'm currently using." [It's her washroom. She saw his mark while pouring health potions onto his injury after he got knocked down fighting that dragon and Fenris finished the fight in a haze. Fenris' had never been covered up. It didn't seem very important to him, to Anders' eye. Which was for the best.] [he denies that's what it is bc there's scars and you can't really tell. if it was important it would have shined through like the other one] [blah blah] "What do you think will happen? He'll suddenly change all his opinions because I happen to maybe have his squiggle? That I'll be able to put down my people's cause and live happily ever after with someone who possibly has mine but hates everything I am? No. I'm not doing that. If we were matched, we'd just be the sort of pair that would end up burning each other to ashes. Or ripping each other's hearts out." He [rubs his eyes or smth and Justice tries to hold him] upset that he was upset even if he still thought Anders was wrong. "So you’ve just decided that then? He doesn't get any say in the matter? Fenris doesn't have the right to make that choice for himself?" "And why do you get a say in the matter, Hawke? Maker's ass, you sound like Justice." "Maybe you should listen to him then. Though truthfully I'd have thought Justice would be more against this than you. Justice being a bit of a hardass, and all." Of course she'd think that. But, "No. Justice is a naive, lyrium-sick, romantic fool." And one with a lot of faith in their supposed soulmate for someone that lectured him on the power of self-determination.

(Anders and Justice need to apologize to each other but idk if that's quite happening)

and the vampire au is one of many because I love vampire aus, but this one is modern-ish. basically, Anders offers to be a convenient juice box bc he's worried that otherwise Fenris would snack on mages on the off-chance that they might be blood mages (Anders is probably paranoid about this thing, but he's got anxiety)

The sight of Fenris covered in templar blood at the mouth of the alley *probably* shouldn't be this attractive. And yet, it set all his blood rushing south and Isabela sending out catcalls. "Hello Sailor! You come here often?" Hawke was less enthused, gaping at her girlfriend. "Bela he just ate that guy!" Isabela was undeterred. "Yes and it was extremely sexy of him. Anders, back me up here. Was that not the hottest thing you've ever seen?" "In my Blighted life," he had to admit. Fenris still hadn't said anything, just stood there looming like a shadow against the streetlights behind him. But he looked over when Anders spoke, eyes reflecting the light. "If you do not intend to kill me, Hawke, we should begin moving the remains."

thank you for asking!

#again sorry this took so long i was at work 😓#fenders #not all of the wips were fenders i promise #wip game #tag game #thiefbird #asks #my writing

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thriev · 2 years

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re: caroline and elena sharing love interests (ft. why i love for/wood and why i'm not so hot on ste/roline).

basically, i don't think it's a coincidence that caroline ends up going for men that elena has dated (talking about matt and stefan here). it's not intentional either, just like a... subconscious thing.

caroline's entire life she's been compared (by herself and other people) to elena and so elena becomes the epitome of everything caroline should be. the perfect daughter, perfect girlfriend, etc etc. it's only natural that caroline ends up wanting to emulate elena's relationships too. especially because they seem so much more meaningful than any relationship caroline has had herself. at first it's elena and matt, high school sweethearts, so sickeningly cute and in love. at that point caroline's never actually been in love herself, so she sees their relationship and she takes notes. so when matt's single, and available, and nice to her, she takes her chance with him, because she saw him with elena. and she she wants that god damn it! she wants a proper romance, a real love, a relationship that's deeper than any of the ones she's had before.

and the terrible thing is that she actually gets what she wants. matt's her first love and they become that cute, sweet couple she's always dreamed of, but then things fall apart pretty quickly. she blames becoming a vampire (and yes, that is technically why they break up) but i think they were always destined to break up. maroline at the end of the day were just an imitation mattlena so i don't think they would've been endgame. that's not to say they didn't genuinely like or love each other, but matt still had lingering feelings for elena the whole way through, and caroline wanted something from him more than she actually wanted him.

that's why her second relationship, with tyler, was so important to her (and her character arc). not only is he entirely removed from elena, but they both fell into the relationship together (as opposed to ma/roline where matt was initially either on an entirely different page or denying he felt the same way). caroline also wasn't looking for something with tyler, holding him up to some kind of weird pedestal she's crafted for him in her head. while matt's her first love in many ways, i kinda also consider tyler her first love in a maybe stronger, more truer sense. her relationship with tyler is all them, it's not about anyone else, that's why it's so sexy!!!!!! why it's so important!!!!!!!!!!! i think a lot of her other relationships fuck with her sense of self worth, but her relationship with tyler is the first one that boosts it. strengthens it.

so. okay. putting her with stefan at the end is a choice. i get the appeal of friends to lovers and i do think they're sweet. like yay a full circle moment. the june wedding!! but i also feel like in a way it backtracks on some of care's development? 😭 she moved on from all her elena hangups, only to end up with the man she was convinced was elena's soulmate??? you could argue that this is actually the truest proof of her getting over her elena stuff, by dating a guy who was literally fated to be with her, but.... no. good relationships don't always have to mean character arcs/development but what did ste/roline do for caroline other than make her sad and insecure again for a chunk of the show? and listen. there is simply no way to date stefan without being in elena's shadow. caroline was there for all of it!!!!! she witnessed everything first hand!!!! how they got together, and how they ultimately fell apart. and maybe you or someone else would be strong enough to get over that but caroline???? being with stefan would only slowly push her back into her old insecurities like i just know it.

mar/oline was very much a stepping stone relationship for caroline, something to help her realise what she wanted/what she didn't want/what does and doesn't work/and maybe to help her get over her elena problem for good. for/wood was a relationship that taught her about love, helped her find her self worth, made her a more compassionate person, and gave her something that was (for once) all her own. ste/roline was there. it did something for someone but it certainly didn't do caroline (or me) any favours 🤧.

#dev.#said i was too tired to get into it but i lied #i feel legally obligated to also say this is just my take on things so if u think i am wrong then u r entitled to that. im not tho <3 #sorry to ste/roliners btw i respect u LKFJSG i see u i just disagree a little <//3 i still luv u tho

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cattatonically · 4 months

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Cosmic Spells and Vampire Lairs - Mia Monroe (Covens of Eaton Falls, book 4)

Synopsis

Are we destined to be star-crossed lovers or is Fate on our side?

My friends are finding mates while I’m stuck with a sexy but silent vampire. Sure, Pietro is everything a boy could want- handsome, strong, brooding, and possessive. It’s just that with my gift, I’m well aware that he’s not the one fate has in store for me. He couldn’t be. For one thing, his mercury is always in retrograde.

Besides, we have bigger issues to deal with than romance. We’re at war with a real jerk, and it’s only getting worse. If I’m going to be helpful, I’ll need to focus and listen to the stars, not stare at Pietro’s gorgeous face. I live my life with light and stardust while who even knows where Pietro’s thoughts are. Even I can’t get in his head.

Everything changes when we go on a quest to find a missing witch who just might be possessed. I meet a person who sees more than I do, and he’s got a feeling about me. If I listen to him, and convince the vampire it’s real, I might just get everything I ever hoped for. That is, if this war doesn’t ruin everything before it even begins.

Cosmic Spells and Vampire Lairs is an MM paranormal romance featuring a cosmic witch with his head in the stars, a pining and brooding vampire, more demons doing bad things, and a deepening mystery that leads to a dangerous discovery. It is book four in the Covens of Eaton Falls series. Each book features a different couple with an ongoing conflict and therefore should be read in order.

My Thoughts

The first thing I noticed about this book was how much Callisto’s sole focus on astrology and tarot was going to annoy me. It felt obvious to me that he was willing to ignore everything else, including his instincts, which seem to be extremely important to the witches of this series, if the cards or the stars didn’t give him direction. The weaponized ignorance just grated on me from the get go, and my heart completely went out to Pietro.

Pietro is absolutely smitten with Callisto, who will not give him the time of day, because the stars didn’t tell him to pay attention to Pietro. Normally, this is the part where I tell him to cut his losses and find a partner who respects him, at the very least, but that can’t shake out in this case. There’s still the threat of war, and the witches of Eaton Falls – and places far and wide – need protection from the vampires. Which leaves Callisto under Pietro’s watch. And honestly, it’s painful to watch.

All that being said, Callisto’s friends don’t let him keep his head in the stars for too long. But by the time he opens himself up tp actually listen to his instinct, I was already quite deeply seated in my annoyance, and Callisto’s character development came just a little too late for me.

Despite all that, the war keeps getting heated. More revelations – and of course more questions – come to light, but it’s all getting very complicated, and very convoluted. It’s getting a little hard to keep track of all the moving parts, and their roles in the war against the covens of Eaton falls – and all of existence, really.

Even though I didn’t really enjoy this book as much as the first three of the series, I do understand why forwarding the plot in this way was necessary overall. There are two books left, and I have a feeling they’re both going to be very action-packed. While I’m looking forward to that, I don’t know if I have the bandwidth for this plot to get even more complicated than it already is.

#Book review #Cosmic Spells and Vampire Lairs #Mia Monroe #Covens of Eaton Falls series #Catt reads #Catt's life in books

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purcommgroup7 · 2 years

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in bloom

Artist: Saito Soma

Year: 2020

Genre: Emo-Rock, Alternative Rock, Japanese Indie, Jpop

Saito Soma (斉藤壮馬), one of the prominent and well-known voice actor and artist in Japan. Born on April 22, 1991, Soma is currently 31 years old with over hundreds of characters he voiced. Soma is an artist signed under 81 Produce as a voice actor, while Sacra Music is his music label. He specializes in vocals, lyrics writing, and guitar. He officially has over 7 singles, 2 albums, and 2 EPs (extended plays) wherein he showed his skills in writing as he is a Literature Major. Last December 23rd of 2020, Soma released his 2nd album called “in bloom” that contains 11 tracks. The said album reached a spot in peak charts, placing 5th.The genres that prominently surfaced in the album was Emo-Rock and Alternative Rock.

First in the list is carpool. The song starts with a good play in strumming of guitars and bass that gives off the melancholic vibes from the very beginning. The verses of the song are well played wherein it gives the impression of the story. As the chorus comes in, it gives the emotion of longing and missing someone important or close to you. Maybe your lover, family, or best friend. Although the instrumentals are optimistic, the lyrics speak the opposite. The bridge and outro made use of the traditional rock that makes the song perfect. Additional to the instrumental and lyrics is Soma’s angelic voice. He was able to execute the emotion he’s been telling in interviews through the song using his ability in doing a good sounding falsetto.

Second would be Schrodinger Girl (シュレディンガー・ガール) which kicks in with a groove. Drums, bass, guitar riffs – you name it! Schrodinger girl gave more than enough justice in portraying a good use of these instruments mentioned. A perfectly intense track that knows how to play tempos and tone of voice. Falsetto and vibrato mixed together gives the marvelous touch of the song. Job well done , Soma!

Third, Vampire Weekend. One of my personal favorites in the album. The 3-minute and 25-seconds long music is a very great song to bop with. To be honest, this is the first kind of song that Soma had crafted that portrays all his appeal and personality in real life, which is why it is the most enjoyable song. Seductive, charismatic, alluring – anything that speaks of the energy that Soma gives in his looks and personality. The balance in funky guitar riffs, minimalistic EDM, and an intense, punchy bassline provokes the sexiness of the song while Soma’s voice added to the masterpiece. His perks as a voice actor gave him the privilege to play his sweet, sexy, and innocent side at the right timing and scene in the song. Overall, this song could hypnotize you as it is addicting even on your first listen. Mic drop to this song!

Kitchen (キッチン) comes next on the list. If I'm being honest, this song would be my least favorite. The song did not properly justify the vibe that the album exhibits. The energy has a loophole to the others, giving it a huge gap for me. Kitchen is a song that I may listen to, but not on a daily basis. Most likely, this song is a good way to energize a person who wants to cook something at midnight. Soma did save the song with his amazing vocals in which he used legato and crescendo. Overall, this song never shined so much for me – totally overshadowed by the rest.

During the rainy seasons, Petrichor (ペトリコール) is the best song to play! The jazz, fancy sax, groovy bass, and classic piano enables the beat of the song. The melody may seem very happy and joyful under the rainy clouds, but don’t be fooled by Soma’s ability in hiding dark lyrics under the coat of the sweet melodies. Overall, a recommended song to play during rainy days as the title means the earthy smell of the rain.

Contrasting to Petrichor is Summerholic! The song is best played during the summer. The playfulness of the instruments, especially the tambourine in the background and vocals were executed properly to let the listeners feel the energy that this is definitely a summer-worthy song! Soundscapes of the songs may even transport you to a beach or on a typical summer day in your room, eating watermelons or playing your guitar.

After all the good times in Summerholic!, Palette (パレット) changes the game, turning a full circle for the angst it upholds. One of the heaviest songs that Soma managed to craft, palette plays with your emotions.It is loud, but at the same time, sad and hunts all the feelings of defeat, pain, and giving up. Yet, by the last chorus, after all the negativities it made you feel, Soma always reminds you that there’s hope in everything. There will always be a palette to color your days as seasons continue to change. In totality, the song is a good representation of how the old you takes a glance back to your childhood. The overall emotions were balanced properly. The emo vibes and the raw, polished vocals hints the feelings mentioned perfectly, leaving this song a great review. To tell you frankly, upon my first listen to this track, I can’t help but shed a few tears due to the heaviness of the song and the way Soma made use of low and mid tones totally grabbed the opportunity to thrust the overwhelming emotions. Palette would be the best song for you to listen to in the background if you feel like reminiscing or revisiting things you wished to experience again. Highly recommended to listen to palette during a rainy trip!

Bookmark brings symphonic hits, upscale brass, groovy guitar riffs, and ephemeral synthesizers and has to be one of the songs that best plays the perfect bass lines. The song also consists of rap, which Soma excels in since long before and it is also a collaboration with rapper J. The song is smooth and dynamic. The soundscape of the song best represents the bonding that could be seen in a sleepover or party with friends and simply capturing the moment as if a bookmark to be remembered and revisited indeed.

One of the mellow songs Soma has ever made is Canaria (カナリア). As if a bird caged in, the song is pretty much twisted and dark. The expressionistic acoustic slowly works its way into being more and more intense, giving off a dramatic effect. Similar to palette, this song also carries heavy emotions (though lighter than palette). Adding Soma’s use of chilling tones gives the melancholic feeling after. Pretty haunting I must say.

Isana (いさな) , which means Whale in English, is a song that I personally use every time I feel down. The 8-minute long song exhibits psychedelic rock. The piano that begins the song sets the mood of pulling you into the deep seas. Slowly, the song envelops you to dreamy melodies of piano and reverb basses. The song gives you the feeling of dullness later on, as if showing you a world of darkness. Chorus comes in as if light repeatedly says one same line in them, “You are in bloom, I meant to say I love you,” This song is more of an experimental one, but turned out to be a masterpiece. Call me biased but Isana overall is majestic! By the end of the song, it gives you a satisfied feeling that we, as humans, are still growing and blooming and that we shouldn’t be worried about our journey as we have our own pacing. Like whales, we may encounter heavy waves during our life or we might swim to our worst experiences for a while, but we always have to know that there will always be someone who loves and is proud of us.

Closing the album would be Saigo no Hanabi (最後の花火), or translated as The Final Fireworks. This song unexpectedly unlocks a new side of Soma. The romantic Soma is born. A funky, wah-wah guitar riff and city soundscapes is also a first in Soma’s music career. The song is overall refreshing to listen to. Vibratos were exceptionally pulled by Soma in this concept, making it the best closing song to the album.

In final consideration, in bloom by Saito Soma is a highly recommended album that is worth investing time to listen to! The plays with the different instruments and the variety of vocals gives every song a unique yet enjoyable feel. Every song can also be connected one by one to see the full picture that is being painted by Soma for the in bloom album. The stories incorporated in the song shows how creative and intelligent Soma is as an artist and as a writer. In bloom should be considered a candidate for album of the year!

This is Stella W. and you’re listening to in bloom.

Review and Poster done by Stella W.

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i miss when i was ignoring i was ace and was fucking severely to compensate for it bc i thought if i did it enough i would stop hating it and many a goth bitch had me choke them

and i am being reminded of this because of the ridiculous urge to choke corpse husband

#he just..... i just..... listen #his voice is so nice and voices are so important to me for some reason #ive been trying to pull myself out of a depressive episode for 2 weeks and ive gotta slightly better simply thirsting for corpse #ive been bingeing his videos and other peoples videos w him in it its wild #i think its bc zero is so close but so very obviously far and im trying very hard to lose feelings #but bc it feels like they hate me and theyre my favorite person (tm) it hurts a lot and is pushing me farther into an episode and it sucks #like its not their fault at all its just difficult to deal with #yearning #i feel like hed have the best sounds which i know is awful but like listen he would he would #im just thinking about the goth mens(and ladies) back in my day whom had me choke them like...#im having an interesting time #i want to choke him #also just the fact that like i am very physically and mentally ill and so is he i feel like a weird liking towards him #i saw the story about him crawling on the ground to get groceries and i have many stories similar and its just #the inherent homoeroticism of having the same or similar physical and mental ailments you know?#i as someone who isnt a sadist but has a totally not vampiric bloodlust and likes hurting people who like being hurt like....#please corpse lemme cut you up #but in a sexy way for you and in a not at all vampiric way for me #corpse stans ignore this post plz #he just gives me something to focus on thats enough degrees away to never happen #but few enough degrees that i can have my wild daydreams have a crumb of reality to help me focus on them #its perfect #sallow speaks #also i am finding a tumblr theme that i can use for this blog so i can edit it and have no one look at it like my main #cadaver

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Not to be creepy but I’ve been lurking through all your playlists on Spotify because of the pool boy one and duuuuuude their so good! I know you mentioned having a process about playlists so can you spill your secrets because apparently I need to up my playlist game.

omgggg not creepy at all, ty for listening to my brain worms!!!! ALSO THANK YOU FOR THIS QUESTION I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON HOW TO CREATE PERFECT PLAYLISTS. buckle up for a long post. (links at the end lol)

this is a habit primarily formed out of two things:

1) making personalized mix cds for my friends through high school and into college because i never had money to buy them gifts for birthdays or holidays. (literally a core tenant of this practice was starting every mix with money by the drums so they knew “i want to buy you something but i don’t have any money”). this helps you cater your music taste to a specific person, encapsulate who they are to you, and also what you want to give them as a sign of your affection, whether it be a song that aligns with their music taste, or a song that sends a message (i want to buy you something), or just something that describes the relationship you two have. this skill helps a lot when you move from friends to characters and shaping those characters in your brain!

2) watching a lot of movies, promptly downloading the soundtracks onto my ipod and studying them throughout high school and college. in fact, much of my music taste has been formed by my favorite movies so i always recommend putting on your favorite soundtracks and studying the way they capture the feeling, atmosphere, visuals, and narrative of the movie they’re attached to.

^ this has also helped me INFINITELY with writing, fiction or non-fiction, i always need to be completely immersed when i write and what i listen to is soooo important in keeping me in the headspace. for instance i wrote an huge portion of an essay on haunted houses as physical/traumatized bodies solely listening to get out of my house by kate bush on repeat for like months.

i typically start with a few things if i’m going for a more themed, narrative playlist: a title, three core songs, and a sort of visual guide (typically a playlist cover, could be a bit of a mood board if you prefer), a little bit of a one or two sentence narrative in the back of my head.

title says what it’s going to be and keeps you in the headspace, similarly with the cover art. these things keep me from straying too far from the sound or narrative im attempting to set up. getting distracted during playlists is easy to do!! you might want to put every cheeky vampire song on the damn thing but that’s not what we’re here to do! we keep it concise, it’s a curation, specifically selected songs in a specifically set order. this is why it’s always good to have that one or two sentence plot in the back of your head along with the three core songs. they’re like your beginning, middle and end. use those three songs to build from sound-wise and narrative-wise/transition from the beginning to the middle to the end.

you’ll notice that pool boy at the vampire mansion has three separate sections: a short opening of three songs about swimming/wetness/being sexy (focus on the fact that he’s a damn pool boy), a middle which is mostly funky little covers of disco/groove songs all surrounding the center piece stayin alive, all very sexy (pool shed sex chapter), and then the maneating blood fiend portion at the end, songs that focus on blood, murder, maneating, etc (pool boy now fully aware his employers are blood-sucking fiends). transitioning from one chapter to the next with a little side step into the 80’s and back out.

REMEMBER: COVERS ARE YOUR FRIEND. it would not have made sense for my personal ear to hear the original versions of the little disco chapter, instead opting for more industrial grit, dirty guitar noises, heavy bass, growling or screamy or sultry vocals, AND COVERS HELP ME ACHIEVE THAT. you’ll also notice the sexy boy motif, beginning with the og and ending with a dramatic sweeping strings cover, it shows we start somewhere and we end up somewhere else, the same but changed in a notable way (i do this a lot with specifically character based playlists). beginnings and ends are very important, sometimes i mirror them sonically, sometimes literally through good use of a cover, sometimes i’ll even opt for, like, pure atmosphere like wood larks chirping in a forest ssoundscape, no music at all.

puns and subverting songs to fit your needs creates a rich a layered text!! for instance “i’m your boogie man” means hello i boogie down on the dance floor, but in the context of a vampire playlist: that’s a literal boogieman in your closet.

also references are everything for people listening who will get it even if others don’t. this is why i pay so much attention to soundtracks! like you may not see operate by peaches as a halloween song but guess the fuck what it’s the song that plays during the halloween party in mean girls. you may not see backstreet’s back as a halloween song but if you watch the music video, that’s a fucking halloween song. make the reference!! it’s rewarding!! fit songs to your needs!!

i’ve mentioned this before but i got a lot of experience just being on 8tracks and listening to themed playlists there for years on end, as well as finding a BUNCH of music i wouldn’t have found otherwise.

some general rules i like to abide by:

personal playlists can be whatever, but themed playlists should adhere to a specific order and flow, as well as limiting play time to an hour and a half at most (feature film length or, generally i go for hour playlists that are the length of a good hour long episode of television)

generally try to limit the same artist to two or three songs at most, and never next to each other unless it’s like a FEATURE that those songs are next to each other.

spotify recommends proves to be a useful tool if you’re stuck.

i try to be subtle. if im making a playlist about a certain film, i won’t use a song from the actual movie, or i’ll opt for a cover of a song from the film instead. if i’m making a playlist about gerard or frank or whoever, i won’t put any of their music on the playlist (i will however use music they’ve mentioned liking). if im making a vampire playlist or a fairy playlist or whatever, i’ll try to avoid vampire or fairy songs and opt for songs about like blood or fangs or the forest instead.

also rules were made to be broken! i break my rules all the time! my style will not be everyone’s but ive found it to be successful for my playlist needs and also just generally in aiding my creativity. i will now plug some of my favorite themed playlists ive made:

Pool Boy at the Vampire Mansion

I’ll See You in My Dreams: A Twin Peaks Love Story

Misty Mud-Laiden Moors

Fever Dreams of the Erl King and His Thorny Touch

A Sleepy Western Motel Crawling with Vampire Cowboys

Songs for Sleuthing

Teenaged Outlaws

Ivy Leagues & Old Money

Anthems for Slutty Mechanics

The Flaxen-Haired Maiden and the Knight of the Seelie Court

NEW!! Sit. Stay. Beg.

i should also mention that i have a few reserve playlists of JUST music to add to playlists at some point, organized into: songs i just want to weasel in somewhere or will be helpful later, just covers, atmospheric or instrumental, and just generally spooky or sexy songs waiting to be somewhere. sometimes i’ll scroll through each of those and be like aha! a theme!! and go for it!!

#playlist #anon #anon i’m sorry to answer this while the queen is literally dead lmao but here you go if you want it still #thank you again for this ask i’m sorry i’ve had this q on reserve for this long typing is stupid

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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What if Bella had met the Volturi's as a child? What would it change and what ties do you think it would have?

It’d change a fair amount, as in, the entire plot of Twilight would have been derailed. Or, that is, it might change nothing at all.

So, we have three options here.

Nothing Changes

Bella is an extraordinarily delicious child visiting Italy and the small medieval town of Volterra.

If Bella doesn’t happen to be on the tour, probably whoever’s looking at her sighs, looks longingly at her delicious blood, and then walks away. The Volturi do not lose control in their own city.

Bella goes on her merry way and Twilight presumably happens. Except maybe Bella goes to Alice, “Oh yeah, Volterra, I went there once. Nifty place, nice buildings.” Alice stares.

Bella’s Eaten

Bella’s an extraordinarily delicious child whose mother thinks it’s a great idea to sign them up for the tour of Volterra castle. It’s a very exclusive tour you know! Bella’s eaten almost immediately, she’s probably fought over, Jane gets one limb and Alec gets another.

Years later, Edward arrives in Forks, his personal purgatory where he listens to the banal thoughts of teenagers. Bella Swan does not arrive. Edward continues to be miserable and depressed.

The Cullens have a game of baseball with James, Laurent, and Victoria. Unfortunately, James recognizes Alice, and is intrigued enough to come after her. Unfortunately, Alice is a vampire and not a human with human relatives to hold hostage. The Cullens murder him, Laurent flees to have sex with the sexy Denali ladies, and Victoria swears vengeance upon Jasper.

Unfortunately, her gift tells her that any attempt to murder Jasper will end up with her dead. Jasper doesn’t give her the time needed to plan. He hunts her down and murders her in cold blood.

Carlisle has the world’s worst weekend.

Edward is still depressed and concludes this is why vampires are abominations without souls. Irina gets to keep her boyfriend, he cheats on the diet and leaves within the year. Irina drowns herself in rebound sex with pretty mortals to try and feel better abou tbeing dumped. It doesn’t work.

Aro Discovers Bella

And this is probably the route you were thinking of.

Perhaps Aro’s taking a midnight stroll with Renata, perhaps he catches Bella on the tour, but somehow he manages to meet her and happens to brush her hand. Suddenly, eating Bella is off the table forever.

Bella’s gift isn’t game changing in the way Alec and Jane’s were, necessarily, but it is something Aro does not want falling into enemy hands and something he may one day need.

He’d probably do something similar to what he intended to do with Alec and Jane. He’d leave her to live her mortal life, keep close tabs on her, and turn her when she’s a young adult (probably around twenty).

Which means Bella returns to America, probably tailed by Demetri, and has no awareness that she is at some poing going to become an immortral blood drinking creature and move to Italy to become a member of an ancient vampire sect.

Bella moves to Forks, she has a run in with Edward Cullen who very nearly eats her, Demetri calls Aro to say “we have a problem”. At first, Aro isn’t too concerned, he’s delighted to hear that Carlisle’s alive and well and my god he has a coven now. Given Edward is Carlisle’s progeny, Aro is probably sure Edward will leave the city completely to avoid temptation and the others will quickly move on.

Edward’s back within the week. He attends school. He sits within a foot of Bella Swan in Biology class.

Demetri at this point probably summons Bella out of school in the middle of Biology with no warning, gets her the hell away from Edward, and has to come up with the world’s most ridiculous lie of why she should never enter within 20 feet of Edward Cullen ever again.

Demetri is a federal agent and Edward is under suspicion of being a sexual predator and serial murderer. Here are all the women who have disappeared in various towns the Cullen family have lived in.

Bella is of course horrified and shocked, but given Edward’s reaction in that first Biology class and his weirdness in the second one...

Aro calls Carlisle. It’s a very awkward talk. Carlisle apologizes for not writing in forever he got... distracted. Aro says it’s fine, no big, CARLISLE MISSED WATCHING THE MOON LANDING WITH HIM. But regardless, Aro is calling to ask him what the fuck.

Aro tells him about Bella, Carlisle is very uncomfortable with this girl having no choice but to become a vampire and no idea what’s going to happen to her, but there’s no talking Aro out of it. He’s even more uncomfortable that he has been begging Edward to skip town but, for some unknown reason that is perhaps pride, Edward is refusing.

“All these worlds are yours,” Aro undoubtedly says, “Except Europa, attempt no landing there.”

In other words, hands off Isabella Swan.

Carlisle tells Edward. Edward is appalled and conflicted. At this point, he’s unwillingly fascinated by Bella but has not yet decided he’s in love. He doesn’t quite have her Carlisle persona crafted yet and so she’s not the saintly figure deserving of worship. Right now she’s just this plain, boring, girl who dared to smell delicious.

So, a part of him thinks it serves her right. Now she will suffer for all eternity as he does. More, he can save face, the monster inside him can go back to sleep for her days are number and he can pretend he’s the wonderful person everyone thinks he is. Everything will remain as exactly as it is. EDWARD IS FINE, THIS IS FINE.

Another part of him panics. First, this girl is condemned to the worst future imaginable. Not only is she becoming a demon, but a blood drinking demon at Blood Drinking Demon HQ. More, if she becomes a vampire, no blood for Edward. And remember, this is a scent he would scour the world for. Edward salivates over the thought of her blood, obsesses over it constantly, and fantasizes over how he will devour her. Suddenly, Edward may not be able to eat her. In canon, the option of eating her is always on the table, and some part of Edward is always thinking about it, always leaving it open. Here, it’s soon to be gone.

Edward probably sneaks into her room at night to watch over her sleep. Telling himself he’s protecting her from meteors but also realizing that he’s there to test his own will power and ponder over the future in which he quietly eats her in the middle of the night.

Now, this can go two ways

Bella wakes up, and that guy Demetri said is a sexual predator targeting her is IN HER BEDROOM LOOKING SCARY AS FUCK. Bella undoubtedly screams bloody murder and tries to hit Edward with something.

Edward panics at the noise and eats her. Then when Charlie comes running he eats Charlie Swan too. The house is an utter blood bath, Edward stands there in a daze knowing the monster inside him has won. He no longer looks anything like Carlisle Cullen (this is a thing Edward does).

Probably though, Demetri is there. Which means Edward has heard his thoughts from the beginning. While Edward has the overconfidence of Gilderoy Lockhart, and tells Bella things like the laws of physics not applying to his driving or that he could beat Jasper in a fight with both hands tied behind his back, usually when push comes to shove he knows where he stands. (He tries to fight Jane in Volterra, it doesn’t go well, and he acts very meek at being confronted by Jane, Felix, etc. When he fights Victoria, he doesn’t fight at all, but just blathers nonsense and it somehow works out for him.)

So, while Edward will tell Jasper later that he totally could have taken Demetri, he’s not going to try.

So, instead, Demetri goes, “Hey buddy, looking for a midnight snack?” and Edward shuffles and petulantly asks, “Aren’t you looking for a midnight snack?!” Edward’s here to protect Bella, you see. Demetri just nods, of course, Edward’s here to protect Bella.

They stare at each other.

Neither leaves.

Eventually, Edward slinks away, feeling very disgusted with himself, angry and Demetri, and internally raging that he didn’t get to eat Bella.

Demetri calls Aro and notes that they’ve got to turn the girl. Demetri cannot watch her 24/7 and this boy is 100% going to eat her. Aro hops on a plane in record time, bringing Renata, and makes an awkward visit to both Carlisle and Bella.

Aro tells Bella the truth about Edward which is... a little different but also pretty scary, the truth about what’s going to happen to her and why it’s important, and anything else she wants to know.

I imagine Bella quietly and stoically accepts her fate.

Edward doesn’t get to eat Bella Swan. He feels very conflicted about it and is filled with self-loathing that he’s conflicted about it. I imagine the Madonna complex he holds for Bella blossoms at this point, and he later comes to Italy with the intent to free her from the Volturi clutches.

This doesn’t work out.

Knowing Edward, his attempts increase in desperation until, finally, he does something very illegal in an attempt to free her and make up for damning her to this life.

The Volturi are forced to execute Edward.

Carlisle gets yet another awkward, terrible, phone call from Aro.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #aro #the volturi #bella swan #demetri #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #anti edward/bella #meta #headcanon #opinion

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lovestruckay · 3 years

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Request: "Hi there! Loveeee your writing for Fire Force and was wondering if you could do headcanons (SFW and NSFW if that's ok!) for Akitaru and a fem s/o for celebrating birthdays or holidays?"

Pairing: Akitaru Obi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Happy birthday, Obi! I’m a little late but I made up for it by making this 2.5k words, haha. NSFW content is below the cut, it’s mixed in throughout instead of separate! I used these HC as a way to talk about some of the days I celebrate personally from the Wheel of the Year - eight holidays that celebrate the spring equinox, the summer solstice, the autumnal equinox, the winter solstice, and the four cross-quarter days between them.

Akitaru loves the holidays. He’s the kind of person who plans celebrations a month in advance, sometimes even longer depending on what the special occasion is. He’ll put out decorations, bake pastries, cook whole meals, and even throw parties where he’ll give mushy speeches.

You think he leans into celebrating even more for the sake of the rest of Company 8. Nearly all of his companions had come from troubled backgrounds or had lost their loved ones and he was always clear that the Eighth was their family too. Akitaru is the father figure of their ragtag company and he takes that role seriously. Not just in protecting them and guiding them but in doing the little things that family did - like celebrating holidays.

So, when these special occasions roll around, you better get ready because this man is not just celebrating for the fun of it but because it’s a way to bond with you and the rest of Company 8.

The Holy Sol Temple has generic, catch-all versions of all the seasonal holidays. With the Temple worshiping a Sun God, their holidays are centered around solar events like the solstices, the equinoxes, and the cross-quarter days between. December celebrations are all bundled up into the Winter Solstice, Ostara and Easter became the Spring Equinox, Samhain and Halloween became the Autumnal Cross-Quarter Day, and so on.

Even though these combined holidays are the most frequently celebrated, the pre-Cataclysm holidays still exist and are still celebrated. It is on a much smaller scale though so this makes celebrating these holidays a much more meaningful affair. If you celebrate a particular day, whether it’s because of tradition or your heritage or something else entirely, Akitaru is excited to learn and be a part of something so important to you.

Valentine’s Day is one of his favorite holidays because it’s a celebration he gets to spend with the woman he had fallen madly in love with - you. He likes that there’s a holiday dedicated to your love for each other and he tends to go overboard with making sure you know how much he cherishes you.

Akitaru is really cheesy about showing you how much he loves you. He always starts the day by waking up before you and sneaking into the kitchen so he can make you breakfast in bed. He’ll cook your pancakes in the shape of wobbly hearts and there will be a protein shake there with your orange juice. He has covered your entire bathroom with sticky notes, each note containing sweet messages he had written throughout the year about how much he loves you. You have a hand bound book on your shelf filled with pressed flowers and love notes that he had made for you one year.

He once hired a skywriter plane to write your initials in a heart in the sky. He loves you so much that it turns him into the corniest, sappiest man on the face of the planet.

He takes the Firefighter Calendar very seriously and he’s absolutely playful and confident enough to wear something sexy for you as a surprise. If you surprise him by wearing some revealing lingerie, he will spend the rest of the night absolutely worshiping you and showing you how beautiful you were.

Akitaru is such a big man but he can be so delicate that the tenderness he touches you with makes your breath catch. But sometimes he forgets his own strength, especially when you’re wrapped up like a present, and he tears the wrapping paper. You know better now than to expect whatever pretty lingerie you buy to survive the night.

He makes sure that you can’t get out of bed when he’s done with you and that works out great for him because, guess what - dinner in bed is on the way.

The Spring Equinox mornings are always spent outside basking in the nice weather and the warm sun as you plant new flowers in the cathedral garden. You spend the afternoon spring cleaning your home, sweeping behind all the furniture and packing up winter clothes. The afternoons are spent painting eggs and hiding little gifts of candy and sweets around the cathedral for the rest of the company to find.

Every year, the Autumnal Cross-Quarter Day (or Halloween as most call it outside the church) is a day-long affair. Mornings are spent carving Jack-o’-lanterns and baking cookies decorated with icing in the shapes of skulls, bats, and spiderwebs. During the afternoon, you’re putting out last minute decorations and filling bowls with king-sized candy bars for the trick-or-treating children that stop by the Fire Force cathedral.

Somehow, Akitaru is always able to convince everyone at the Eighth to dress up in costumes. He especially loves doing coordinated outfits with you, like Frakenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein or a werewolf and a vampire. One year, he was able to convince the entire company to dress up as zombies and you all spent the day making zombie noises at each other and giggling.

If you like getting a little scared for Halloween, he'll take you to a haunted house or a haunted trail where he will inevitably be clinging to you by the end of the experience. If you get chased by the workers wielding fake chainsaws at a trail, he will get so scared that he will literally scoop you up into his arms and run away.

If you’re more interested in staying home and spending time together, you’ll nestle up on the couch together with a bowl of candy and some of the pastries you had baked earlier and binge watch horror movies. He has absolutely no talent whatsoever for video games - you swear the man can’t even figure out how to hold the controller half the time - but he will happily cuddle you and cheer you on if you wanted to play some scary video games instead.

Once you two are alone, Akitaru can’t seem to get his hands off of you. He thinks you are so beautiful every single day but there is something so alluring to him about you dressed up. If you’re wearing one of those revealing costumes, his eyes are glued to you the entire day and, once he can finally get you away from everyone, he’s tearing it off to get to the sweets underneath.

He is very sensitive to the fact that winter holidays can be very personal to a person depending on their background. Most people in Tokyo celebrate the Winter Solstice but there are people who still celebrate the pre-Cataclysm holidays. Whichever holiday you want to observe, Akitaru wants to support you and celebrate with you.

You want to build an altar for Yuletide? He’s bringing home pretty rocks and little trinkets he found that he thought you might like to give as offerings.

You want to light a menorah for Hanukkah? He’s cleaned off a special spot in the kitchen window for the candelabrum.

You want to decorate a tree for Christmas? He’s driving around looking for a pine tree he can cut down for you.

You want to decorate the house for Kwanzaa? He’s singing with you as you both hang brightly colored kente and he’s memorized all seven core principles to talk to you about during the week.

You want to host a dinner for Las Posadas? He’s in the kitchen helping you make tamales and he even stuffed and hung two piñatas - one for the new recruits and the other for you both and the rest of the company.

When it comes to gifts, Akitaru is really good at picking out presents for you. He always listens when you talk and he makes sure to remember when you talk about things that you like. He’s the kind of guy who will buy small presents throughout the year and stow them away in the back of his closet until the winter holidays roll around.

He’s extremely easy to buy gifts for, he loves the traditional “dad” gifts. Get this man some brand new winter socks, a new jacket to replace the coat he got too muscular for, and some new underwear and he is happy. If you give him something a little more exciting in addition to his gifts, like taking off your robe to reveal you’re wrapped up in a bow, he will gladly unwrap you and give you a present of his own.

For New Years, he likes to host a little get together with Company 8 to celebrate. You all make a big dinner and maybe even get a little tipsy before going up to the roof to watch the fireworks. You sit in chairs you had set out earlier, Akitaru settling you into his warm lap instead, and watch in amazement as Company 1 puts on their yearly fireworks show in the sky over Tokyo.

When the show reaches its climax and the clock rolls over to midnight, he kisses you.

Whether you’re drunk on a little alcohol or just the excitement of the night, sex on New Years Eve is always fun. It’s so easy to be yourself and to feel beautiful with him - he is such a light hearted and openly loving man - but tipsy sex is always full of smiles and laughter interspersed with little gasps and moans. There’s no shame and it just feels good to be complete with the man you love.

On Lunar New Year, he is taking you out to shop for new clothes and he’s helping you give out cards and gifts. He makes sure to buy a bag of sweets to leave as an offering once you clean the altar at home later that day. In the evening, he’s once again in the kitchen, helping cook eight different dishes for the reunion dinner with a communal hot pot always being the centerpiece of the meal.

Akitaru loves the holidays but his favorite celebrations are the ones for you two specifically: your birthdays and your anniversary.

For his birthday, he just wants a small get together with the rest of the company and maybe a couple friends. He is still as ridiculously easy as ever to shop for, just buy him new exercise equipment and he’ll love it. He works out so much that he wears down and breaks his equipment and he’s always excited to try a new machine.

He especially loves it when you surprise him in the bedroom with something new. If you teach yourself how to deep throat his impressive size, he’ll be wrapped around your little finger for a week straight. If you give him the remote to your vibrating panties while you’re out getting dinner, he’ll break down halfway through your meal and pull you into the bathroom to make you see stars. You never need an excuse to experiment in bed but it’s always fun surprising him with something every year.

For your birthday, Akitaru will always ask you what you want instead of trying to surprise you. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with a party if you don’t want it and he doesn’t want you to be craving more if he plans for a day at home.

If you want to go out, he'll take you to the amusement park for games and roller coasters (one of which he couldn’t even ride because the safety harness didn’t fit over his muscular body). If you like the outdoors, he’ll take you on a hike through one of the nature preserves and lead you to a picnic he prepared for you. If you like to dance, he’s taking you out and trying his best not to step on your toes.

If you want to stay in, Akitaru will buy you a copy of the newest video game you had your eye on and will order pizza so he can watch you try to beat it in one sitting. He’ll spend the morning baking and decorating a cake from scratch and it comes out incredible. He’ll give you a massage and his almost too strong grip feels so good it sends shivers up your spine.

On your birthday, he is in the palm of your hand. Whatever you want to do, anything you want to try, he is so eager to please. He’s an open-minded man and there really aren’t many things that are hard passes for him in bed. He isn’t particularly well versed in the kinky stuff so he’ll need a bit of an explanation sometimes but, once he understands what you want, he will gladly give it to you.

Without a doubt, your anniversary is Akitaru’s favorite holiday of the year. He loves that your anniversary is a celebration of your bond and a reaffirming of your love for each other. He’s honestly just as dramatic on this day as he is on Valentine’s Day - if not more so - and he will come up with the most cheesy, romantic ways of telling you he loves you.

Sticking to tradition, he took you out to a fancy dinner one year to a restaurant with a dress code and no prices on the menu. Even with the overly formal atmosphere, he was still his usual boisterous self throughout the dinner and his sunshine smile puts you at ease. The dinner was spectacular and, even if you normally hated stuffy environments like that, his happiness is contagious and you feel comfortable.

On your anniversary, he makes it his Sol given duty to fuck you until you scream when you cum. He makes it a point to give you the best orgasm of the year, making you finish over and over until your pleasure climbs to a high that has moans shamelessly spilling from your lips. You absolutely cannot walk the day after your anniversary so, every year, you take not only your anniversary off but the day following as well.

Akitaru pays such close attention to your moods and your likes and dislikes when it comes to the holidays throughout the year and tries his best to make you happy. At the end of the day, he just wants to be with you and for you to have a good time.

After all, he loves you so much he wants to spend the rest of his life making happy memories like these together.

#akitaru obi #obi akitaru #akitaru obi x reader #obi akitaru x reader #obi x reader #akitaru x reader #fire force x reader #fire force #enn enn no shouboutai #fanfiction

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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Men who I think would be soft for their baby for no other reasons than because I want them to be, in no particular order but still numbered ten to one because I like countdowns...

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I really do be out here exposing myself for a few of these men but I don’t care I don’t need “proof” or “common sense” or “just plain survival instincts” I just need men who are uncharacteristically soft for their babies

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Don’t come at me this is for FUN

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Part two

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10. Gally

Did some bad things, some were his fault and some weren’t, who is rough around the edges, has superiority issues, and needs a therapist more than a girl

STILL SOFT FOR HIS BABY

Higher up in a revolutionary movement and still goes to bed early to cuddle his baby

She sits on his lap during meals and he fights everyone who says anything

Fights anyone who even looks at her wrong

Tells her he loves her at least three times before he leaves on missions without her

When she goes with him he’s literally next to her the entire time

Does not let her go for hours when they finally get back to base

So fucking soft for her and only her

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9. Finnick Odair

Good guy who feels like he has to be bad in order to stay alive but falls a little bit in love with it for a little too long

Begged her to move in with him after his games

Let her decorate the entire house however she wanted

Writes her love notes before every time he goes to the capital

Cries to her when he comes home every single time

When she has to go into the games he volunteers immediately even though he technically isn’t allowed and pulls strings with President Snow to be able to fight

So he literally kills for her

And makes sure she never has to fight

Marries her and tells Coin he won’t fight, stays alive for his baby

10/10 soft as fuck

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8. Stephen Strange

Narcissistic doctor Avenger who uses the phone while driving

This is the one I have the least proof for but I’m 110% sure when he isn’t wearing the cape he has his baby wrapped around him like a backpack

Crumbles for his baby, I’m talking to his knees, overwhelmed by how pretty and beautiful and wonderful she is, hugging her around the waist

Loves the feeling of her fingers through his hair

Brings her to every Avengers Gala and practically begs her to leave early so they can go cuddle and eat pizza

Gets so scared whenever he has to do something dangerous

Drops what he’s doing when she calls him, has told off Steve and Tony (don’t start with me) and everyone else

Peter called him a simp once and after he googled it he looked him dead in the eyes and agreed and then packaged one of the donuts Bucky brought in for his baby and then took it and left

Man is SOFT

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7. Vincent Griffith

Reformed witch who frequently gets addicted to dark sacrificial magic and makes choices that are just this side of morally corrupt

Has skipped so many meetings as regent that he probably shouldn’t even be regent anymore

The king of date night, dancing, fine dining, jazz music, picnics, midnight rituals

Plans every little detail and gets Josh and Davina to help him

Uses magic to close down entire restaurants for the perfect night

Always holds her hand and sits her in the front row of his coven meetings and pauses the meetings accidentally when he glances over to her and she gives him a thumbs up and he has to literally stop and smile

Holds her purse without her having to ask, will go to seven different restaurants when she changes her mind on where to eat, hexes people who harm her

Big softie

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6. Indiana Jones

Literally a womanizing grave robber with very few morals

Has filled museums with all the things he has STOLEN

Would still protect his baby from booby traps though

Dresses her up and takes her out everywhere

Cancels class whenever she asks and more often than not when she doesn’t

Would be closer to the snakes so that she won’t have to be

Wouldn’t even think about yelling even when in mortal danger, even when it’s her fault for putting them in that situation

Answers every question even though she’s asked the same question a thousand times

Can’t sleep without her at all

I’m not sorry, he’s soft

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5. Will Turner

Most feared and ruthless pirate on the sea

Torched a town once because his baby was treated a little too cold by a few too many people

Literally would and has fought a life altering curse for her and won

Kills so many people and still goes to bed early to cuddle in the captain’s quarters

Lets her walk all over the ship in his shirt and watches from behind the wheel, has thrown a man or two overboard when they stare too long

She didn’t even notice

Plays with her on the beach whenever she wants even if it hinders the plans of the crew

Softie alert

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4. Elijah Mikaelson

A one thousand year old+ elitist vampire with slight anger issues who has zero reason to fall in love with a plain mortal woman

But there is no way that is going to stop me

Would rip literal hearts out for his baby until he is soaked with blood

Oh, she stubbed her toe at the bar?

The bar is now torched to the ground along with everyone inside

It’s for his baby

Rebuilds the bar for her, puts it in her name, now it’s her bar and she’s making a shit ton of money

Buys her so many things, even when she says no, especially when she says no

All she has to do is pout and it’s game over

Has left so many business meetings for her that it is insane

Once bought her a chair seat at Disney because she said she liked Tangled one time and now she makes important decisions she is not qualified to make

He’s soft, soft, soft

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3. Eric Coulter

A leader of a terrorist radical government who has outright anger issues and hates people who are different from him

BUUUUUT wouldn’t yell at his baby who is probably from Amity and probably got tricked into being in Dauntless

Lets her sleep in his room because fuck the training quarters that’s sus as hell (even though he’s the one who arranged the training quarters)

Lets her skip all the fighting and does not give a fuck when he gets called out for it, will literally abuse all special privileges

Would probably do the training simulation for her and tell her how to beat it

Trails behind her wherever she goes, holds her hand in the cafeteria, has her on his lap when he gets tattoos

Lets her visit home whenever she wants and threatens anyone who says other wise

HE’S SOFT I JUST KNOW IT OKAY

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2. Kylo Ren

Kinda evil Supreme leader of the galaxy who has killed many people, including his dad, some who deserved it and some who did not

But wouldn’t even yell at his baby-- would cry if she cried

She sleeps in his bed and when Hux calls him out on it he breaks a desk and then almost kills him

She walks around the ship and he follows her like a puppy and chokes people out when he hears them call him a puppy in their heads

Gives her everything she wants and more, surprises her all the time

Surprise trips to beach planets and fancy events

Once he gave her a whole ass planet

Always hugging her no matter who is around and what is going on,

The softest supreme leader in the galaxy

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1. Thomas Shelby

A literal deadly mob boss who shoots first and asks questions never

Would 110% kill for his lady (and has killed for his lady)

Sexy as fuck, looks good covered head to toe in blood

Yes, that deserved a point

Soft as fuck for his baby, would shoot a gun and then turn around and listen to her talk about what she wants to knit for their baby

Has paused important mob meetings because his baby wanted to gossip about what Dolly said to her at church four Sundays ago that she forgot to tell him

Keeps her as far removed from the lifestyle as possible even when that means he has to remove himself from it at points to be with her

Has skipped so many poker games without being asked purely because he wants to go home and hug his wife

He is the MOST SOFT

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#thomas shelby #elijah mikaelson #kylo ren #stephen strange #indiana jones #gally tmr #gally #eric coulter #will turner #vincent griffith #finnick odair #The Hunger Games #the vampire diaries #the originals #star wars #the avengers #divergent #the maze runner #the pirates of the caribbean

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devil-of-the-field · 2 years

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CFV Vampire AU

Fair warning, this is going to be long.

In this post I want to go over two topics: a general overview of the story (themes, setting, structure etc.) and how vampires work in this universe. There are a lot of vampire stories out there but they all tend to do them a little differently, so I want to give you an idea how they function in our universe, because it’s a bit more unique. However, I’m not going to tell you everything yet, since I’d like for you to find out some parts of the vampire mythos on your own when you read the story, hehe.

General Overview

I’m not sure if I made this clear before, so I’m just going to spell this out: This is a horror story. I mean, mostly it’s a character-driven paranormal drama, but it has a lot of horror elements. When I upload it to AO3, it’s going to be rated either Mature or even Explicit, and not for sexy reasons. Also, I want to warn you that the Archive Warnings will be Graphic Depictions Of Violence and Major Character Death. Do with that information what you will.

Originally, the cast was just contained to the core OG one, but it has expanded quite a lot. This AU might have the most referenced CFV characters of any AU me and co-writer created. Haha. Oh boy.

The OG characters here are there G ages, so Kai and Co. are 20, Aichi is 19, and the G characters are 14 etc.

The pov is going to be 3rd person limited. Since the cast is so big, there will be a lot of pov switches to cover all of the subplots.

Kai is the protagonist. a) because I love him and b) because his perspective is one of the most interesting here. He’s a vampire hunter, trying to balance his newfound human life and his nightly hunting activities. Through his eyes we can see both the human world and the world of the vampires, and how he’s torn between the two.

For those of you who don’t love Kai, don’t worry, there’s lots of other povs as well! Ren, Ibuki and Gaillard are also major pov characters, and Kai’s friend group (Aichi, Miwa, Misaki, Kamui and Mamoru) get pov chapters and their own subplots.

There’s more characters who will become important over the course of the story and get some pov chapters too. No spoilers but if you are attached to the G characters...

How Vampires work

Vampires are immortal (duh), and don’t age. They also have incredible regeneration abilities.

They are very hard to kill, but it’s not impossible. More on that in a second.

They burn in the sun. However, they don’t instantly crumble to ash, it’s more like getting slowly burned, starting with 3rd degree burns and getting worse quickly. So they can technically go out during the day, but once they come into contact with sunlight, it’s like being stuck in an oven. They get cooked slowly. So they are only active at night most of the time.

Vampires have supernatural strength and speed. Also, their skin is basically bulletproof. Even hurting them is difficult.

Still, vampires have a weakness. It’s silver. (Listen I know this is not the classical vampire weakness but I am sick of Christian crosses everywhere.)

Silver can penetrate their skin. Touching silver will slowly burn them. Wounds torn by silver will only heal very slowly.

Vampires can be killed a number of ways, all of which are difficult to achieve. Decapitating them or ripping out their heart is a sure way to permanently deaden the undead though. So is draining them of all blood, since it’s essentially the juice that keeps them going.

Once a vampire dies they won’t crumble, but instead revert back to the human corpse they were supposed to become when they turned.

Vampires sustain themselves by drinking blood. They have no need for human food. However, they don’t need to drink that often. Normal vampires only need to drink blood about once a month.

If they haven’t fed in a long time, they will slowly get weaker and gradually grow more desperate to drink blood until they’ll fall into a feeding frenzy. In that state they lose all control of themselves and will attack the first thing that smells like food.

Vampires have enhanced senses. They can see in the dark, and have an advanced sense of smell.

One last important thing: Vampires in this AU can compel people. By looking into their eyes, they can essentially hypnotize people and make them do whatever they want. How effective the compelling is depends on how strong the vampire is and how much willpower the human has.

Now, how do people turn into vampires...? That’s a topic for a future post.

Aaaand that’s all for now! I’ll likely make more posts in the future covering more of the plot and lore. In the mean time, feel free to ask questions, and I’ll answer them as best I can!

#cardfight!! vanguard #fic: vampire AU #kai toshiki

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karlheisenberganyone · 3 years

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This is my first post so I’m sorry if it’s bad lmao but yeaaa, this is kinda my first smut post ya knowww- but yea if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also I’m only doing this cause I’m bored asfffff 😫😫 also I might only post smut cause that’s what I’m best at cause I’m one hörny bish lmfao. So yea no one under 18 read I guess.

SMUT UNDER THIS PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Karl Heisenberg x female reader smut 18+

“Only for a bit”

Warning: cursing , kinkyyy, getting tied up, choking, pet calling (sweetheart, kitten) you also using names like sir. Just sexy stuff 😩

Enjoy <3

You were one of the 4 daughters of Lady Dimitrescu. You, Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra were treated very well, with rich delicious wine and goods. You were different from them though. All 4 of them were vampires, but you, you are an ordinary human being. Instead of eating human meat and drinking human blood, you ate normal animal meat and drank fine wine or water. It wasn’t difficult living with this family, you actually really enjoyed it. You had a wonderful mother and wonderful sisters. You felt loved and accepted in their family. You have lived with the Dimitrescu’s since a very younge age. You were brought into the family by Mother Miranda, who apparently found you in the abounded village a few miles away.

Today there was also a very important meeting being held up, and mother insisted you came over to accompany her, which you happily accepted. You were now In your bedroom, getting ready, but stopped when you heard a knock. “Sister, mother told me to bring you this dress she got made especially for you” you heard Bella say behind the door. “Oh ok, thank you very much and tell mother I’m very grateful” you said opening the door and taking the box with the dress in it. “I will, also mother wants you ready in 20 minutes” Bella said disappearing into a swarm of flies. “Ok!” You said loudly but not too loud.

You opened the box to see a gorgeous emerald green dress, with a bunch of gold swirls on the front with green gems. You slowly and carefully put the dress on and then go style your hair. You weren’t really used to these long dresses, and looking very elegant. After 20 minutes, you walked down the stairs in your heels, slowly to not fall over and make a scene of yourself. “You look absolutely stunning, as always dear” you heard your mother call out to you. “Thank you mother, and I’m very grateful for this dress. Bella told me it was specifically made for me” you tell your mother with a soft smile. “Only the best for my sweet beautiful daughter’s” your mother replied back with a soft smile. “So are you ready dear?” Your mother asked turning to look at you. “Yes mother” you said, taking your coat off the hanger and same with mother.

It was early autumn, and it was getting a tiny bit chilly. You walked down the paths, walking past many trees turning all different colours to show it was autumn. It truly was a gorgeous sight to see. After a few minutes of walking, you get to your destination. Mother opens the front door to find Donna sitting peacefully, greeting you and mother, while her doll running around laughing maniacally. Moreau was quietly lighting the candles to bring a bit of light inside. And Heisenberg no where to be seen yet. After all you were 30 minutes early. Mother sat down in her regular spot, talking to Donna about how she has been and catching up. You, you went to talk to Moreau about how well he has been. After 10 minutes of sitting down and talking to Moreau about video games he has, the door was harshly opened by a heavy boot, belonging to no other than Heisenberg. Everyone brings their attention towards the man himself, looking at his toothy white smile, greeting everyone by tilting his hat a bit and walking towards his seat. “So the dog decided to come over” mother started. “Oh shut up you bitch, I always come here for meetings, usually a bit late, but today is different!” Heisenberg said glaring at her through his glasses, and then looking at you, you looking back at him with an angry expression. “What are you frowning at kitten?” He asked you. “I do not like it when someone calls my mother in appropriate names” you said with a harsh and calm tone. “But your “dear mother” has called me a dog so I have full right to call her a bitch” he said putting his hands over he chair, and crossing his legs. “Not like she isn’t right” you mumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear you, and your mother laughing quietly.

“You wanna fight or something kitten?” He asked you leaning forward now. “No, I just don’t like my mother being called harsh words that aren’t true” you said glaring at him. But when he was about to argue, Mother Miranda has arrived, leaving Heisenberg to close his mouth and groan loud enough for you to look at him.

After about an hour or so, the meeting ended. “Y/n, dear, please do me a favour and walk home. I must talk to Mother Miranda about something very important, and I won’t be coming home any time soon” mother said. You give her a reassuring smile and a nod, putting on your coat. You weren’t scared of walking home, because you knew how to fight. You could kill and fight with no problem, after all you do live with vampires. You walked out the door, and first thing you smell is the strong smell of cigar and whiskey, telling you Heisenberg was right there, and you were right. You turned your head towards him watching him smoking his cigar with a “really, here?” look. You shake your head a bit and start walking home, but before you could go you heard him talk. “I didn’t let you go anywhere kitten did I?” He asked you, you turning around to look at him. You took a deep breath and said “no.1 I ain’t no kitten so stop with that kitten shit, and 2nd of all you ain’t my parent so I can do what I want” you said with a little smile and started walking off home.

But Heisenberg didn’t give up easily. He started following you. You turn around rapidly. “What do you want?” You asked. Heisenberg just watched you. You could feel him eye you up and down even with those glasses on. You sighed out loud and started walking again, not caring that he was right behind you anymore. “You know what kitten, come with me to my factory, I wanna show u something” he said suddenly. You turned around once again and looked at him. “Why would I go to your factory?” He sighed “Come on pet, do ya have anything betta to do? No, so come over to mine. At least I’ll have some company”. The thought of you and Heisenberg being together alone made you kind of excited. You liked this man for a bit and loved teasing and annoying him, and he loved doing the same thing.

“Fine, but only for a bit” you said, letting him go in front and lead the way. It was a small walk and you got there real quick. “So here we are, my dear factory” he said showing off his mechanical creation’s. After giving you a walk through the factory, you asked why he invited you over. “Well I had a few questions” he answered, and now ur curiosity wanted to know what he had to ask. “You look curious kitten, would ya like to know?” He asked which you responded with a nod. “Well kitten, why did you chose to listen to me and come over?” Was his question first. “I dunno, I was bored so yea” you responded. “2nd question, what’s your type?” You looked at him with a suspicious look. “Why do you want to know that?” You asked. “You really wanna know kitten?” He asked lowering his voice a bit, which makes you shiver in pleasure. “I would like to know, but is it worth it?” You asked. “Well you will have to wait and see” he said. “Come over here” he said taking his glasses off and hat, and you obeying him and come near him. You could see the lust and need in his eyes making you feel warm and tingly.

“I would like to know why you want to know my type, Heisenberg” you said getting closer to him. “You really wanna know dear?” Seeing the lust in his eyes. “Yes I do” you said, a teasing look on your face. “Cause I wanna see if I’m of any of your standards dear. I wanna see if I can claim you as mine” he said coming closer to your ear, whispering in a deep raspy voice, which made you feel wetness come over. “And what would you do to me if you were of my standards and could claim me as yours?” You asked, teasingly wanting to know his answer. “Oh I’d do a lot to you kitten~” he purred into your ear. “Could you tell me what exactly?” You asked. “Right now, I’d like to rail you right here right now, make you scream my name until you can’t speak no more, listen to your moans like some music, fuck you so hard you start shaking, tie you up and make sure you can’t fuckin escape and make you endure the pleasure” he said making him squirm under him, making you feel like a hot mess, with only words. “Can I touch you?” He asked. You nod, immediately, begging for some friction. He slowly put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him, and then taking your chin in one of his hands, and giving you a fast kiss, which soon turned into a heated make out session, his hands travelling around your body, while yours on his shoulders. Picking you up, he places you on the table behind him, throwing everything on the table onto the ground, placing you on top of it not stopping the kiss.

He soon started taking your dress off, unzipping it from the back, slowly to not make no damage. The kiss getting hotter and more heated, tasting the mix between cigar and whiskey, making your knees weak. After taking off the dress, he starts trailing kisses and bites down your jaw and kneck down to your exposed chest. He looked at you with a questionable look, and you gave him a quick nod to show him it was ok. After pleasuring you with your tits, and not getting a lot of moans out of you, it didn’t satisfy Heisenberg.

He laid you down onto your back and took of your panties. He gave you another look, and you nod. He slowly looks at you panties. “I haven’t even touched you that much, but look how fuckin wet you are kitten! And because of me and only for me” he said spreading your lips. He lowered himself biting at your thighs earning a few needy moans. It took him ages to finally give you a bit of pleasure by spreading your lips, and him finally using his mouth and tounge finally licking your clit, making your back arch and moan his name. That made Heisenberg go faster and add more pressure, which made you a moaning hot mess, for him and only him. “You taste fuckin delicious kitten” he said in pants. He then brought his 2 fingers, and slipped them inside you, curling them, making you feel more pleasure. When you felt your orgasm coming, Heisenberg stop what he was doing making you whine . “Come on, Heisenberg, I wanna cum so badly, please lemme cum” you moaned. “But kitten, I’m not done with you yet.” He said taking his shirt off, boots and then undoing his belt.

When he undid his belt, and unzipped his pants, you could see his hard erection, making you wetter. “Enjoying the view princess?” He asked while taking his dick out. You just gave him a needy look and that gave him the hint to put it in. But before that you saw metal scraps flying past him taking your hands and pinning them at the top of your head on the table, making you unable to move your hands. This distracted you, so you didn’t notice Karl moving forward getting in place to rail you. He pushed in, which made you wince in pain letting him enter you bit by bit. You didn’t notice how big he was, feeling him fill you to the brim. “Is that all you can take kitten? Well fuck you still have a bit to go. You are so tight for me baby” he said moaning breathily.

“I cant take anymore Heisenberg, it’s too much” you moaned your legs trembling. “I’ll make you take all of it” he said pushing the rest of his length deep inside, making you arch your back in pleasure, making you gasp hard. He let you adjust to his size for a few minutes until he started moving his hips. At first he went with a slow passionate pace, but seeing you arch your back moaning for more, he picked up speed and strength, taking his dick nearly out, and slamming back in, making you gasp and moan. “Kitten, I want to hear you loud, don’t hide any of your sweet noises” he said breathlessly. You gave him a light nod before him slamming himself into you again, making you nearly scream his name out, him hitting every perfect spot.

He took one of your legs, onto his shoulder, making him go deeper into you, making you a moaning mess. He then took his glove off, by teeth and started rubbing your clit, building another orgasm inside you. “Already another orgasm pet? You have to beg for this one a lot harder sweetheart” he said rubbing your clit harder and slamming harder into you. “P-please sir please let me c-cum, I’ll do anything, please let me cum, please” you begged in between moans. “Tell me how good I make you feel” Heisenberg same slamming into you faster, watching your face curl into pleasure. “You make me feel so good sir, please haah your dick makes me feel so good sir, you are so good sir” you said with tears in the corner of your eyes.

“Good girl, so fuckin good for me and only me” slamming hard into you, your legs trembling nearing your orgasm. “Karl I’m about to-“ you slightly screamed, but Heisenberg stopped you by wrapping his hand around your neck, his other hand still rubbing your clit, making you cum hard on his dick, squeezing him, making him go harder, chasing his own orgasm moaning fuck and your so fuckin tight. And then he slammed one more time, spilling his seed deep inside you, filling you up. After that intense orgasm, Karl fell on top of you trying to support his weight with his hands on each side of your head. He let you go off the metal scraps, and you put one hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder. “Fuck, I should’ve done this sooner, don’t ya think?” He asked slightly laughing. “You should have, but better now than never” you said and with that he lowered down to give you a soft passionate kiss, making you melt right under him.

“You should go home kitten.. you can maybe stay a bit longer next time” he mumbled softly, not wanting to let you go, but also not wanting you to get in trouble and hurt. “I should” you said getting up, cleaning up and dressing up. He just put on his trousers and belt and watched you while lighting a cigar in his mouth. You were about to head out until Karl took your wrist and kissed you a goodbye kiss. “I’ll see you again kitten” he said with a grin letting you go and opening the door for you. “Next time then. Bye bye” you said and he just waved. What a crazy day you told yourself walking home aching but happy.

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