#the fact that I drew this for valentine's day lol

[kokobopam]

chenbaekchën <3

this one is my favorite of all the obsession fanart I've made

[ipegchangbin]

— smudgeproof

sub!model!felix x dom!makeup artist!reader

There’s a new lipstick that claims to be make-out-proof. You, with your makeup expertise, naturally decide to test it on your model boyfriend, Felix: except he’s the one that gets to wear it. 

🏷 gender neutral afab reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics), smut, fluff, some humor, established relationship, porn with barely any plot. 

🏷 petnames “mommy” and “baby girl,” unprotected sex, feminization kink, slight oral and hand fixation, marking, butt plug (felix using), thigh riding, fingering (felix receiving), overstimulation, male squirting, lots of teasing, voyeurism mention, no specifics about y/n’s physique. 

w/c: 8.8k

a/n: happy (hopefully not late) valentine’s day! to celebrate, i finally present to you the long overdue felix-gets-fucked fic! based on my thought piece, this concept has been on my mind ever since. i kept rewriting this fic but i drew the header art so fast LMAO icb i finished it!! otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

On slow days, you would often find yourself bored in the makeup store. Your boyfriend, Lee Felix, would probably be just as bored, sitting in the chair of his set. Your notifications were as empty as the barren shop.

After two aimless scrolls down your Instagram feed, you realized that you hadn’t posted anything recently and hadn’t texted Felix that day.

The afternoon sun brought in waves of humid air throughout the city, setting everyone back from a trip around the shops. You peered over at the conversation with your boyfriend as you thought about ways to kill time.

It wasn’t uncommon to go for a while without contacting each other. It had been years since you two became official, after all, and comfortable silence had become a given that you both simply indulged in. That didn’t take your mind off of the boredom, though, and your fingers itched to do something. They found Felix’s contact on your phone, bedazzled with an embarrassing nickname and profile picture. 

It stung to think that if you weren’t looking at his endearing profile, you would instead settle for some sort of creeping guilt of not posting anything on your social media page after a while. Either way, you shot him a message.

you: lix, wya? you: im bored as hell

Considering Felix’s work as a professional model, he would probably reply in less than ten minutes. You thought to turn your phone off and play with the freshly-cleaned makeup brushes on the makeup store’s vanity counter while waiting.

But this is Lee Felix, the sunshine of your days, and you didn’t have to wait any longer than two seconds.

lixie: Am at the shoot I told u about lixie: Bored too tbh LOL

Even if he typed in a silly way, you couldn’t help but love him.

He’d always been your go-to person to unwind and be yourself around. Starting as best friends gave you both a jumpstart to be comfortable around the other. People would say it worked a little too well especially since you two had become the most seriously unserious couple in the creative industry.

That fact made him understand you more than anyone else: you were both creatives. Your heart belonged to the artistic liberties of makeup and beauty, while his heart belonged to the ethereal realm of modeling and fashion. Your two hearts found each other, which was almost perfect for the adjacent businesses. He collaborated with you on makeup challenges. You came to his sets as his “preferred makeup artist.” He understood you whenever you ranted about stupid trends and declining engagement in your channels.

With that, could tell him about your uneventful day and equally uneventful social media pages, but you refrained from complaining more than dropping a passing mention.

you: idrk what to do there are no customers you: and i havent posted anything new you: but its not like theres much to do lixie: Well you’re the genius one here! lixie: Got art block or something?

The prompt response caught you off guard. Almost as if you have forgotten, this was Felix, and he always sensed whenever something was wrong.

As if he had some sort of radar or emotion detector, he always just knew how you were. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had always been in the proximity of your face, observing your concentration as you put eyeliner on him before shooting. Maybe that connection stuck with him after years of being together, and it had remained strong to the point that he could feel it from miles away, staring emptily into the face of some other random MUA. 

Alas, you found yourself overthinking again. You would rather overthink about your relationship than your semi-abandoned creative efforts, though.

you: well i guess you can call it that. im just conscious since i havent really posted you: idk what to do next. ive done everything lixie: How about, “Boyfriend does my makeup drunk edition”? :D you: boring ! lixie: “Makeup tut but bf does my voiceover”? :D you: just because it got views doesnt mean its worth doing a fifth time >:(( lixie: I’m kidding LOL 

The scowl on your face reflected on the mirror sitting in front of you. You knew that if only Felix saw it right now, he would have lost his mind trying to turn it upside down.

You were right though. You two did everything.

My boyfriend does my makeup? Done, and he did an okay job at it. “The boy beat” makeup tutorial featuring Felix? Damn right he did. Boyfriend does my voiceover? It was so good that you guys did it four times and everyone fell in love with the deep timbre of his voice contrasted with his surprising amount of knowledge. Even if it was easy to collaborate with him, it was hard to create something new and unique. On the contrary, your audience fell in love with you two. It’s nice to watch a model and a stylist practice their art together.

Lost for ideas, you decided just to tease him instead.

lixie: So? No ideas in that pretty head? you: i got one thing in mind lixie: And what might that be? you: having you here you: in my arms you: to kiss up and call pretty :>

It was a thing that you usually did since you loved how he always reacted so pricelessly. He didn’t disappoint with his response, the notifications popping up not even half a minute after your last message.

lixie: HNDNSABNNDJS lixie: Don’t tease me unprompted!! lixie: ;__;

You’re so grateful that he’s always up to play with you.

You thought deeply — too deeply for a situation like this — and scanned the store shelves and storage room for ideas.

You wondered what he would be up to right now.

Felix was stunned.

Done-up in the most expensive face and hairstyle he’s rocked to date, adorned with an unbuttoned suit jacket that one could only dream to wear, he was supposed to look like the stunner. His pecs were only barely hidden and the midsection of his upper body was almost entirely exposed.

Instead, he was the speechless one. He wasn’t shocked by the cold air seeping through his revealing outfit, but his hair raised at your messages.

Your teasing usually should not affect him this much, but today, it was something different. The whole day, all he could think about was you. His mind went to your first meeting. Earlier, he got deja vu as one of the stylists applied lipstick on him. It felt familiar, the feeling of a senior stylist’s hand resting on his face as a brush glided along the perimeter of his mouth. All it lacked was the stunning view of your face in particular. It reminded him of the first time you ever laid eyes on him, and it was to check on his eyeshadow. You stared at each other for too long, exchanged numbers after the shoot, and the rest was history.

He was pissed, to say the least, that you weren’t the assigned stylist for the shoot this time. Nothing could ever compare to the focused look you gave him as you fixed the corners of his mouth with the smooth swipe of your pinky finger.

He craved that touch again.

“Yo,” a dragged-out sigh whisked through the air. “You’ll catch a fly in your mouth if you keep that jaw open.”

Felix looked up from his phone to find Hyunjin, his best friend and one of the junior photographers on set, eyeing his reflection in the mirror. He had his bleached blond hair half-up, tied messily to complete his so-called “intern look.” Most of the senior directors and photographers on set confused him for a model.

“Am I interrupting some kinda internal monologue sesh?” Hyunjin smiled, leaning behind Felix’s chair, raising a brow at him through the reflection. 

“No, I just—”

“He’s thinking about Y/N again.” Jeongin, their other best friend, popped from behind the vanity, carrying Hyunjin’s abandoned camera. 

The two were interns at the studio. Both were very bored art students looking for a job to pass the time by. Jeongin was there to work as a personal assistant and was mistaken for a stylist considering his fashion sense. His behavior around set proved otherwise, though, since he spent the entire day prodding at everyone’s business.

Felix was no exception as a victim.

“Imagine flirting online,” Hyunjin chuckled while reaching for the camera. Jeongin handed it out to him, only to swing his arm back, teasing the older.

Jeongin dismissed the frown on Hyunjin’s face and fiddled with the camera. “Yeah, cut your significant other some slack, they must be busy at the store or something,” he added.

“Nah, they aren’t.”

Hyunjin snagged the camera back. “Editing a Youtube video?”

“That’s exactly why they messaged me. They asked for ideas for a new video.” Felix sat back and redirected his eyes back to the conversation on his phone. The other two slowly turned their heads to each other.

“Wow! Did you hear that, Innie? They messaged him!” Hyunjin yelped.

“Lix didn’t message first? Unheard of!” Jeongin gasped.

“Cut it out, overdramatic cunts.” The accent made the last word roll off Felix’s tongue in a heavy and aggressive accent. “I want to help them this once. Shoo. Leave me be.”

“Oh, why are you getting all worked up, man?” The younger placed his hands on Felix’s shoulders and wiggled them.

Actually — why was he getting all worked up? Everything seemed off: he wasn’t the type to get annoyed easily like that.

He would have defended himself, but he thought it over. Not only had he been unusually sentimental while getting ready, but even as the day started, he was already rolling off to a rough start. He barely got out of bed, reaching out to you from the side and asking for longer morning cuddles specifically from you. He had been so clingy all day that the silence and afternoon heat killed him from looking forward to anything else but you.

A discussion brewed between the menaces as Felix thought about it. “Innie, you know, he couldn’t even hit the poses right. The director felt bad because our bro didn’t seem into it.”

Felix’s cheeks flushed upon hearing that. “No way, Hyune,” the other replied.

Oh god, Felix thought.

He swatted embarrassing thoughts away from his head to not get teased any further by his own friends. His thoughts — and something else — were hindering him from doing anything physically. The poor boy couldn’t even shift in his seat from embarrassment. It’s not that he didn’t want to physically fidget, he just couldn’t. His entire body froze, but he also just could not move by any means. It would be uncomfortable for him, and it wasn’t just because the clothes restricted him.

Something underneath his clothes would shift too and pierce his body with shockwaves. Before that could, though, his phone vibrated before he did.

you: babe! you: had a breakthrough so big i said eureka out loud in the store [you sent a photo]

Felix immediately opened the notifications and observed the sent messages. He opened the photo even before it loaded. When it did, he nearly melted in his seat.

You supposedly sent him a picture of a product that you found. By the looks of it, you probably thought of doing a product review of it, but that wasn’t the first impression he got from the picture. The first thing he saw was your face, winking with a toothy grin, your beautiful hand holding the product up next to your cheek.

God, you were all sorts of stunning to him.

lixie: OMHJYGOD YOUre so pretty you: dont look at me, silly! you: look at this lipstick. its so funny

For a moment, he didn’t listen. His eyes were still fixated on everything from your expression, to your features, to the nails that you just got done holding up the product. As if he had gone stupid, he had to blink and shake his head before formulating a reply that made sense.

lixie: LMFAOOOO THE NAME you: its not the name baby lixie: WHAT SHADE COLOR IS THAT LMAOOO  you: the shade looks fine, look at the label! lixie: What’s it say you: the label claims its make-out proof lixie: ??!!! LOL

Of course, he didn’t make any sort of sense whatsoever. His two friends watched him frantically type away, barely being able to process anything from the mere sight of you.

“Bro’s deluded,” Jeongin whispered.

“Bro’s fucking horny,” Hyunjin commented, squinting at his friend.

you: you sound so funny baby you: anyway i was thinking i should review it you: but can you join me? i wanna try something

It felt like something broke inside of him. A shot of excitement ran through his system, hitting down until his core — oh shit that hurt.

He tried to twist his lower half again, fidgeting in his seat, but it grew harder for him to do so. With tears in his eyes, he jolted up, attempting to focus on the conversation.

lixie: Sure, what do you want me to do? lixie: Won’t you just do an application and wear test thing? you: mmm i guess u can say that you: but im making it a lil different lixie: How so?

The intrigue bit his tongue and Felix attempted to swallow it. The staff around him were wrapping up the shoot, pushing equipment back in their places, and some started to leave as soon as the director announced the last “cut.” He, however, was glued to the vanity chair, shaking in anticipation.

you: im gonna put it on you baby <3

Felix’s eyes widened.

It didn’t matter how many times you placed makeup on him, nor did it matter how many times he joined you in your antics. There were too many things going on in his head that toyed with his thought process and everything that came with it. He didn’t exactly know why, but a knot formed in his stomach. He grew nervous and just knew that you were up to something sinister.

lixie: But how are we gonna do the wear test? I already got my face done and half the day has passed, I’m even done w my part of the shoot you: you dont get it ??? lixie: I don’t get it!! you: ill put it on you when you get here. and were not just testing how long it wears regularly, were testing what the label says you: ill be there in 10mins love you baby

He sat back, looked up from his phone, and his gaze zeroed in on his reflection, attempting to focus on the thought. How would you conduct a different kind of wear test? In terms of makeup, a wear test would simply be to spend a full day with the product on and to see if it still holds its place at the end of it. It had already been well past afternoon by that time and it wasn’t like there were many other things to do that could budge the lipstick aside from dinner. He always trusted your genius, but he knew that there was more to this.

Felix blinked, once, twice, and then stared.

Were you…going to test if it was really make-out proof?

The world around him seemed to dim — it did, since the studio lights were turning off and the senior stylists urged Jeongin to wake the model up from his short-circuiting brain to change out of the clothes.

That is if Felix could still respond before the horniness consumed him.

lixie: Wait lixie: Don’t tell me lixie: DON’T TELL ME lixie: You’ll test it by putting it on me lixie: AND THEN MAKE OUT WITH ME?????? [Read 2:50 PM] lixie: Y/N!!! Answer me!!! [Delivered, unread 2:51 PM]

The cogs in his head accelerated before banging to a full stop, clinks and clanks ringing through his ears at his very slow realization.

“Congrats, smartypants, you figured it out.” Hyunjin scoffed from behind him.

“Dude—wait, hey! Have you been watching me the whole time?!”

“You should be more secretive,” Jeongin giggled. “Get those privacy screen protectors or something. Now we know what poor Y/N has to deal with every day.”

“And stop getting your thoughts tangled in horny next time you text,” Hyunjin elbowed the poor model boy, fiddling with his camera as if nothing happened. “Don’t worry. Your secrets and online PDA are safe with us.” 

Felix’s face was washed without color. His jaw hung open both at his friends’ antics and your devilish plans.

“I’m looking forward to that review,” Jeongin added before walking away, teasingly pushing Felix’s shoulder on the way out. “Not that I’ll use it or anything.”

The two friends left the set side-eyeing and giggling at Felix.

—

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the studio to pick your boyfriend up.

“Hi, darling.” Felix’s greeting and nervous smile lit up the quiet air and darkness of your car. He got in the passenger seat and immediately leaned in to kiss your cheek.

He was trembling. 

You had to laugh. “Hey, babe. What’s got you shaken up?”

“Long day.”

“That’s it?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Long because of you,” he said, scrunching his nose. “Kept teasing me.”

“Aw, don’t sulk, silly.” You cooed at him, “Save the pout for later, baby. We’re going home.”

Maybe it was the combination of inhaling your expensive signature scent and hearing the sound of your voice again that made him tingle all over. Maybe it had to do with the curling corners of your mouth that gave Felix all the information he needed in the world. Maybe it was the fact that you held the back of his seat as the car reversed, and the action looked undeniably sexy. 

Felix lifted a leg to cross over the other, but it only ever made him look more uncomfortable throughout the entire car ride home. Though concerned, you didn’t point it out, and instead continued to drive.

His chest was heaving and he internally scolded himself for acting like a bitch in heat.

The both of you arrived home sooner than expected.

The tunes that you played earlier in the car ride home stuck in Felix’s head. He wondered if the song choice of a sultry voice singing about “wants and needs” was deliberate. It was your playlist, and if you intended to include subliminal messaging, then it worked like a charm on him.

He had been worked out to the point he couldn’t face you. The moment he laid eyes on you again in your apartment’s living room, he shied away almost immediately.

You caught his averting gaze, though, and disallowed him from living it down. “Is there something on my face, baby?”

Baby. He could spend a lifetime just listening to you calling him that name. The way it sounded so natural coming from you made him melt. 

He also could not stop staring at your lips. You always wore a certain gloss no matter the occasion. Even if it was your signature, Felix couldn’t help but stare, and it didn’t make his situation any better. In fact, it got worse, and it felt like the straining in his pants could explode.

“Mm, ‘s nothing, Y/N.”

“You sure?” You prodded. “Your friends kept waving at me and they looked back at you earlier.”

“Ah, please don’t mind them.” He scoffed. “They were being cheeky cunts.”

“That’s a funny way to put it.”

“Anyway, how are we gonna do th-the…uh, the thing…?” Felix stammered, playing with his fingers instead of looking you in the eye.

“Oh, glad you mentioned it!” You hurriedly grabbed the three tiny boxes in your bag. “I got a bit excited over it. Look at this!”

There was nothing too remarkable about the boxes. They looked like basic products, but the huge bolded font on the product labels caught his eye. “It’s more of a stain or something. The label says it can survive five consecutive make-out sessions before a singular budge.”

“It’s…interesting, yeah.” Felix blinked. You chuckled, nodding at his reasonable reaction. “So…y-you’ll put that on me.”

“Yep.”

“And then we kiss.”

“Make-out,” you corrected. Your voice was clear and slightly stern, but the smile that formed on your face sent him in shivers.

The familiarity in your features contrasted with whatever stunts you were going to pull on him sent his head into a haze.

“Anything wrong with it?”

“No,” he shook his head.

“Lix, baby, just be clear with me.” You inched closer to him, bringing your hands to his plump freckle-spotted cheeks. “You don’t mind that I’ll record this and post it?”

“Of course, I don’t mind. I just…” Felix sighed.

“…Just curious, what are you planning to show in the video?”

“I’m gonna show the application, I’ll start by putting it on you.”

The heat rushed to Felix’s face as numerous thoughts clouded his mind as he visualized everything in his mind.

“We’re gonna kiss for a brief moment in the video, probably make out and do…whatever,” you winked shyly. “It’s only gonna be brief. Gotta keep it within community guidelines.”

One of your hands made its way down to his hip. You pulled him closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat from gulping back an otherwise embarrassing sound.

You had to wonder if he was hiding anything causing him discomfort there.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

Felix bit his lip. “A hundred percent sure.”

“If you don’t want—”

“I want…it,” he whispered under his breath. “I want you.”

He flashed a weak smile. He was incredibly excited, but he was losing composure and he didn’t exactly know why.

He was about to melt in your hands but you held him up and adjusted your set-up for the video with an equally beautiful smile.

—

Three, two, one, action.

The camera rolled and you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline surge through you. Impressively, you thought you would have lost your spark at content creation, but posing in front of the ring light felt refreshing.

“It’s been a long time coming y’all,” you waved, “but I’m back! And guess who I’m with!”

Felix stared at the camera for a moment, his eyes flicking back to you for a split second. It was his cue to wave as well.

“Ah, hi, everyone!”

“Still handsome and meek as always,” you teased. “He still has a bit of makeup on since he came from a shoot.”

Your hand ran down the side of his neck. You felt the goosebumps rise from his skin.

“Anyway, today I’ll be starting a series of videos covering weird products and their weird claims. We’re starting strong with this funky new liquid lipstick from…B.Me Cosmetics.”

Taking the tube out of its package, you examined it and showed it to the phone camera. You swatched a shade on the back of your hand. Differing from a bullet lip, it had a liquid formula that boasted a unique, pseudo-gloss satin finish. 

“It claims to be smudge-proof, make-out-proof, everything-proof. Can last five rounds of kissin’ and smoochin’ I assume.” You said many things that Felix didn’t even dare to process.

Felix simply watched your hands delicately hold the product. His gaze was fixated on your nails, fingers, and everything about you that wasn’t the lipstick.

“But oh no no, I’m not testing it on myself. Well, kinda, but Lixie over here is gonna be my test subject.” You swung an arm over Felix, dragging him down to the height of the phone, showing everyone his nervous yet precious face. He eyed up at you with what seemed to be hearts in his pupils.

“Let’s first see how this goes on, hmm?”

You walked a bit away to grab two chairs: one was velvety and comfortable, while the other was taller and had regular cushions. The first was the same chair your clients usually sat on, and the second was your working chair. You urged him to sit down, patting the seat as a signal.

The moment he sat down, Felix started trembling. His knees looked like they were about to give in and his thighs took a moment to settle onto the velvet.

“Everything alright?” You whispered.

He wordlessly nodded back at you. Unknown to you, though, he bit back a noise. He didn’t mind the sharp pulsing pain when he finally got the courage to look up fully, of course with the guidance of your thumb and index finger propping up his chin.

It felt like handling a little kitten in your hands.

“Which shade, which shade…” You took the other bottles out of the bold box packaging and waved them out in front of Felix’s lips. It either would have been a rosy nude color, a deep red, or a bright cherry pinkish-red.

You tapped the tube of the last color against your boyfriend’s bottom lip, watching his cheeks pout slightly at the action. You quietly settled on the cherry color, to Felix’s apparent delight.

“Would you look at that?” You cupped his face with one hand, holding the lipstick on your free one. You faced him towards the camera, relishing in the sight of his cheeks puffing up in your palm. “Call me biased or whatever, but his lips are some of the prettiest I’d ever seen.”

Before he could indulge in the praise though, you urged him to open his mouth. He didn’t prepare for any of this and not your next course of action.

You slotted the bottle in between Felix’s teeth and kept it in place even after unscrewing the applicator off. He bit slightly and carefully to keep the bottle in place without damaging it. If he were a nervous wreck then, he became overly anxious now. You, however, in full focus, took the applicator of the liquid lipstick and slid it along his top lip. The cold sensation of the new foreign product on his mouth made him squirm slightly, though you held him firmly in place with your hand.

“So fitting that his lips are shaped like a heart. He’s so kissable.” You smooched the air while cleaning up the perimeter of his lips, teasing him.

Wished I kissed you right now, huh? Felix could hear that in your voice and he let it echo in his pretty little head. Alas, he couldn’t retaliate nor speak back at all. He couldn’t even dip his head in embarrassment. Your eyes were trained on the brush you flicked, almost dismissive of your own flirting and it mismatched the smirk that adorned your mouth after teasing.

It was the exact kind of look he’s seen many times before. The exact look he fell in love with when you first met.

It’s the look he would get off to almost every night.

You finished off applying the lipstick and it was impressively smooth. You took the bottle from his teeth and sighed. The color made his mouth look irresistibly edible. It would take you three marathons and a trip to the moon to admit that you were starting to feel just as affected as Felix by the sight of his pouty mouth.

“Rub those pretty lips for me, baby.”

Only you could say those words to him the way that you do. Felix felt multiple urges rummaging through his system at once. He could almost cry from wanting to say something, to call out your name, to moan it, to whine and whimper, and melt in your arms as if nobody were watching. 

The eyes of the world were on him, though, and all he could do was comply. He rubbed his lips together and pouted them out with a smack.

“Good job, baby.” You rubbed his chin with your thumb. He felt fire surging within his heart.

He knew that you knew what you were doing. It was only you, after all, who knew how to push his buttons in the right places. Unlike Hyunjin nor Jeongin, it took you no effort and no risks to leave him a mentally jumbled mess; not agitated, but certainly needy.

You were still sticking to a mental script, though. “How does it feel? Chalky? Rough? Sticky…?”

“I-It’s smooth. Feels thin.” He felt his tongue almost twist in his mouth from trying to speak when he was physically weakening over you.

“Seems like a good formula,” you giggled.

He watched as you turned your back on him, explaining bits of beauty jargon that he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. His vision seemed to blur as a need to satisfy the growing discomfort in his pants overwhelmed him. It all snapped away for a second when you switched the angle of your phone and pulled him up by his arms, leading him in front of the couch.

All of a sudden, you rubbed a circle around the base of his wrist. You looked up at him with eyes that demanded something from him. It was dark yet inviting as if he had just eyed down a wolf threatening to eat him whole.

The gesture was your signal that you wanted to fuck him then and there.

Felix finally didn’t have to keep to himself.

“Time to test how good it wears,” you smirked at him.

Felix’s eyes were focused on yours. He didn’t move an inch as your fingers crawled from his jaw to his cheek. You glanced at your phone, propped up on the countertop, to check if it was recording. When you looked back, your eyes met Felix’s red lips.

You were so glad that you picked that shade. The makeup line released a ton of colors and your mind folded into itself when you realized how many there were. It was almost overwhelming to choose a shade for your boyfriend: you wanted to see him with a pinky nude on his lips, but you also thought the dark berry shade looked pretty.

As a trained makeup artist, you had a knack for figuring out which hues elevated which skin tones. Of all people, you knew Felix’s skin would match the slightly muted, pinkish cherry satin stain.

You should know this. You’ve seen his skin flush many times before, that would be more than enough to be familiar with the hues of his delicious skin.

You were the reason why he would constantly blush, after all. His skin would burn under your slightest touch, but it would flare up until his freckles darkened each time you held him down on your hips and called him pretty. His cheeks would turn as red as the tip of his cock every time you squeezed it lightly. 

Before you could think of any more, you tapped your boyfriend’s cheek. His face burned into a shade not far from the color of his lipstick.

“Are you sure you want to record this with me?” You asked, eyes scanning his face for second thoughts.

Felix almost forgot that you needed a clip of the both of you briefly kissing. He nodded after a second, confusion snapping into realization as you smiled at him. He seemed to be lost in thought, too: maybe he was nervous, maybe he was thinking of the same things you thought about. Either way, he simply answered with a smirk and the faintest giggle.

“Yeah. I’m game.”

You were on a mission to prove that this lip product could not budge after an intense make-out session. Now, you — and maybe Felix — wanted to see if it could survive intense sex, too.

All it took were two inches forward: you grabbed his hands dangling in front of you and closed in. Your noses touched each other, the skin bumping softly before your lips slotted against his in the smoothest kiss possible. To his surprise, you started gently. He expected you to crash against his mouth. He expected you to rummage through the product sitting on his mouth right away, to test its strength as a long-lasting piece of makeup, but you didn’t.

Maybe he wanted you to be rough. He wanted it.

You could tell by the whimper he choked up behind the kiss. That, and his hands roamed around your arms and sides, pulling you closer.

“Getting a little excited now, are we?” You purred, pulling your face away from his. He hesitated to break the kiss, inching his lips closer to yours even as you talked.

“Sorry, s-sorry. Got a little carried away.”

You wondered what got him to be so clingy and affectionate. You’re well aware of him being loving and tender, but it’s another thing to have him smitten while you’re doing nothing special.

Little did you know that to him, everything involving you is special. Even the texts you sent earlier and the ones you sent before. He couldn’t stop thinking about them; who wouldn’t, especially when you were being such a tease?

He finally pulled his head back. “Smooth,” he whispered.

You thought to tease him. “The lipstick?” 

“No,” Felix chuckled, “I meant you.”

Your hands traveled from up to his toned arms until one of them met the nape of his neck — his sensitive spot. You often called him a little kitten for enjoying being petted on that spot a little too much.

“So, did it rub off yet?” Your boyfriend managed to squeak, still affected by your antics.

His face was impossibly close to yours and you could feel the heat in his cheeks growing the more that he smiled at you. You stepped back to observe his face: apart from the blush on his cheeks, the lipstick was seemingly left unscathed. By the look on his face, he observed your lips, and there were no signs of product transferring. 

He also just wanted to kiss it again.

You raised an eyebrow at the camera and shrugged. “I guess it survived round one.”

“That was round one?” Felix mirrored the look you gave your phone. “I thought we call that first base.”

Your head whipped back to him. He simply smirked back, feigning an angel’s smile.

You’ve dated him for a long while, and while he had always been silly, he had never been this way in front of the camera. You wondered if the shoot he did — or the staff he was with — earlier had anything to do with a sudden ego boost.

“Now you’re bold, baby.”

The nickname caused Felix’s smirking eyes into wide ones, the excitement writing itself everywhere on his face.

“Just wanna do more with you,” he teased back. “Do more rounds, test how much removes.”

He puckered his lips and pouted. It was a juicy invitation that you couldn’t turn down. Instead, you took it with a kiss — a deep kiss, one that made you inhale and caught him off guard.

It was still gentle and velvety. It felt like you both tasted clouds and nothing was in between. The hand on the nape of his neck ran up to his hair and back down almost instinctively, making Felix shake. Unable to focus on both the sensation of a passionate kiss, an overwhelming urge to breathe and process the suddenness, and the general feeling of being petted, his hands swung to your chest and squeezed.

“Ah! Felix!” You whispered loudly against his mouth, almost moaning at the sensation.

“Sorry! Force of habit,” he said.

“Gotta keep it PG, baby, I’m posting this.” He nodded assuringly at your words but his hands were crucially still on your chest, threatening to squeeze again.

After realizing this, he immediately attempted to pull his hands back, an apology dripping on the tip of his tongue. Instead, you surprisingly threw your hands on his wrists, caging his hands in place.

If that didn’t surprise him enough, you leaned in close to his face and kissed him once more. It was fiery this time; he felt your tongue darting at him while your teeth nipped slightly at his bottom lip before you pulled away. He gasped louder than he should have.

You giggled at his shock and nuzzled your face on his neck. “Sorry. Reflex.”

“But mommy—” Felix froze, realizing what he had just said. He didn’t mean to say that.

All the cockiness he displayed earlier fizzled out into thin air. You could feel the heartbeat in his neck thumping against your lips. From his eyes fluttered shut to wide open ones, you could see the embarrassment wash over him.

Sure, you two were doing something intimate, kissing and groping in front of the camera. He knew and trusted you enough to edit it out, but the idea that footage would have existed of him calling you that nickname…scared him. The camera watched him, the microphone picked up his low voice, and on the off-chance that this moment makes the cut, thousands of people would have seen it. 

He’d gotten used to the idea that millions of people could pass by his face and body, but it’s different when he’s exposing a bit of himself that he only reserved for you — his “mommy.”

“Y/N… Shit, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t—”

“Oh baby, it’s okay.” You gave a reassuring look and a warm smile, shifting your position to hide his face away from the phone camera.

The pet name was his suggestion. The idea that you could hold this title as his dominant partner was something he never thought of telling you at first, but the moment he mentioned it, you indulged immediately. It was something so dear, so sweet, and soft, definitely making you less of an ominous presence to him in bed and more like a warm home he can return to. You loved it even if he didn’t expect you to.

Even while he’s embarrassed and fully vulnerable, he felt so safe, entrusted to the only one in his life that could take the title without judgment. 

“Call me that as much as you want. I won’t show it,” you whispered. Felix nodded but you didn’t miss the tears threatening to form in his eyes.

“Mommy…” He inevitably gave up and dipped his head in the crook of your neck. You petted the back of his head again and kissed the side of his head, calming him with hushes and soft hums.

Before he could melt at your warm embrace, you took a few steps back. Felix whined and hoped to hug you for longer, only to watch you press the button on your phone to stop the recording. You shut the phone off, looked back at him, and smiled with your eyes.

He always valued your respect for his boundaries and the fact that you always made his comfort your top priority.

“We’re not done,” you inched closer, “the lipstick’s still on there.”

Because if you two were going to fuck comfortably, you two were still going to fuck.

Taking his arms and pulling them towards you, you prompted him to wrap himself around you as your lips crashed against his. You held him by his waist — it was remarkably small, toned, and muscled but definitely made for your hands to take it.

With force, you hugged his waist and carried him slightly, pushing you both on the couch. You sat on it while he was essentially hovering over your figure, his hips just above your lap.

“Mommy—g-god,” Felix gasped, muffled by another nudge of your mouth.

As if your brain switched off, your hands started going on their own. One was trained on his hip and the other snaked up his side and cupped his face, making him tremble at the sudden yet soft movements.

You were focused on the kiss but you just knew he looked gorgeous.

Of all the clients you put makeup on, your boyfriend always turned out the prettiest. Maybe it’s because his eyes seemed to shine with certain shadows on them. Maybe it’s the way his freckles peek through the base products. In this case, maybe it was the plumpness of his lips that you loved, covered in a flattering shade of red. Maybe that’s what was doing it for you.

“You’re so cute, baby,” you said, pausing the kiss.

Felix pouted. The pigment on his lips accentuated the curves of his mouth. “Not as cute as mommy.”

“Hm, thank you. But you’re my cute baby.”

Sometimes, you wonder how you got this to be so vulnerable, so whipped for you. It didn’t take him that long to warm up to you with this side of him, a side he so dearly hid from the rest of the world. It’s like this doll was made for you.

“Mommy,” Felix dragged out a whimper as he called you by the title. “Making me needy.”

“Don’t get impatient baby boy,” you whispered, a kiss on his temple following your sweet words.

While rolling your hips onto his, you thought about it what you said. You thought back to the last night he fell into this extremely submissive role. He’d always been the one under you and you’ve always been the one in control, but during that one night — similar to this one — he shyly asked you to call him a certain pet name. You loved it, probably more than he did, and you figured he might want to hear you say it again.

“Or are you my baby girl for tonight?”

“Mommy!” Felix scolded. If his cheeks were already flushed, his entire face heated up with a warmth that you simply indulged in. His ears and the corners of his eyes lit up with a blush tone that complimented and accentuated the cherry color that lined his shy smile.

He enjoyed the pet name too much, and he seemed to be threatened with memories of the same night the moment you said it.

“What? Don’t want to be my baby girl? It’s okay if you—”

“I’m mommy’s girl! Yeah, I’m their baby girl!”

Almost all traces of bass in Felix’s voice left the moment he squealed his response to you. 

His eyebrows were slanting upwards like a needy puppy, his eyes sparkled as beads of tears sat on his eyelashes, and he wiggled his hips onto yours with a neediness you’ve seen many times before. He briefly whimpered again in a high pitch. 

Being called that for the first time was as special to him as it was to you. It still landed him punches to the gut every time you said it. You would wonder why he loved it even if he was incredibly comfortable in his masculinity.

Maybe it made sense like that, considering he was wearing makeup while sitting on your lap.

You kissed him again and praised him until he gave into the burning sensations he felt from your overwhelmingly smooth graces around his body. With fast swipes, you pulled his plain shirt over his head, only to clothe him again with nothing but the warm embrace of your arms.

He moaned, writhed, and whined, adjusting his position on your lap until his legs were slotted against one of your thighs. Once he found his balance, he rutted against your leg, letting out a sound that he couldn’t resist.

“Didn’t even undress you yet, I still have pants on, and you’re already riding me?” You smiled widely at him. Felix huffed, unable to think, inhaling so that he wouldn’t drool on your shirt.

Or your chest, now that you abandoned your top in a flash, leaving it even harder for him to contain himself.

You took his lips into yours again, this time licking and biting his sweet mouth, allowing his tongue to slide against yours. It was messy and sloppy, just the way he needed it. You wondered if he had been craving this for so long and just couldn’t tell you.

Nevertheless, the next step was to take the bottoms off of your lower half and his own, but he paused your hands from reaching onto his crotch.

“W-Want mommy’s off first,” he sighed. It sounded more like a question now that his voice was so high and his tone was so soft. He was far from the boy whose mouth went foul over his own best friends at work.

His head was far gone, you figured.

Felix helped you pull your pants down, careful not to disrupt the current position that you were both in, only slightly lifting yourself off the couch. He sighed once he saw you, bare and beautiful, rid of anything that kept him from being horny the entire day.

He wanted you so bad.

“Baby girl, tell me,” it was your turn to pause his hands from reaching you.

“Is something bothering you?”

“No…not really a-a bother…” He pursed his lips.

He figured to rip the bandaid off and just show you the source of his discomfort—or, as it seems, the source of his pleasure.

“Baby girl, you…”

He revealed a pastel pink lacy fabric covering his private area. He was wearing panties.

“I…I got them from a PR package…from th-that one underwear company…” Felix justified, stuttering from both extreme embarrassment and arousal.

“It was supposed to be yours b-but I…liked it so much…a-and I wanted to…”

You couldn’t help but notice the drool threatening to fall from his tongue, glossing his lips. Distracted, you didn’t kiss him. You licked his mouth and bit his bottom lip again. The blood under his skin rushed to color his lips, emphasizing the pink-colored stain.

As you bit his lip, your fingers found the band of his panties, toying with the pink lace before slipping under it. The flesh — rather, his cock — was hard and pulsing. Felix moaned. His chest heaved from being unable to process everything at once.

“Baby girl’s clit is so hard for me already.” You pecked his cheek and let him whine. “You’ve been needy since earlier?”

“Y-Yeah, but, ‘m…not finished.” He mumbled under his breath. “Got more…to show you.”

He pulled his panties fully down, allowing his cock to bounce up. You couldn’t help but notice something at the base, but your suspicions were confirmed when he led one of your hands to touch his ass.

“You wore a butt plug the whole day?”

Felix’s face flushed into a shade similar, if not deeper than the cherry red he wore on his lips. At your words, he felt like crumpling into himself. 

“It’s just for you. Thought y-you’d like it.”

All you could do in response was kiss him deeply and thrust your thigh up, hitting the plug deeper into his ass.

He moaned deliciously into the kiss and almost cried at the contact. It fucked with him — literally — the entire day and you made it all the better. Only that he had so little time to adjust before you gave him a dark look again.

“Mommy, what are you—”

He was shut up by you licking his mouth and your fingers filling up his hole.

“Your cunt’s so fucking wet, baby girl.” Your words left your system through gritted teeth, filtering your animalistic desire to ruin him even more than ever. “This pussy is mine and only mine.”

You bit his lip once more, sucking on the plump flesh before abandoning it. “Bet your toys can’t satisfy you as I do.”

“They d-don’t, mommy!” Felix was on the verge of tears, choking back sobs as your teeth found his jaw, peppering it with love bites lining his natural contour.

You started pumping your fingers up and down his ass, hitting his prostate with your fingertips over and over. “Can only take me inside your cunt.”

“Ah, god—fuck, mommy!” The delirious sounds escaping him as he scrambled to hold onto your body kept you going.

As if he noticed, he started grinding into the air next to your entrance. You took this as his usual sign that he wanted to please you too. Felix valued mutual pleasure and craved it as much as he craved the sloppy crashing of mouths on a couch.

“Take me like a good girl.” Your voice softened as you cooed. “Can you do it? Ride mommy’s fingers while fucking into me?”

He could only nod frantically, allowing the drool in his mouth to drop onto his cock. 

The lipstick probably looked so messy by now.

You held his cock, lengthy and hard, and squeezed it in your free hand. “This is mommy’s to play with.” 

Shoving it into your entrance, you curled your fingers deep onto Felix’s prostate, eliciting loud moans from either of you. Felix could scream from the sudden warmth enveloping his cock.

“Rub your clit against me,” you demanded, urging him to thrust his cock immediately. He complied only to start whining and crying out from the stimulation.

You leaned your head to the side and exposed your neck. With a subtle nod of your head, you invited him to bite your neck before his next thrust. Lightning bolts entered you when his teeth sunk into your skin for some semblance of comfort.

In turn, you kissed and sucked a spot on Felix’s shoulder. The biting sensation made him squirm away from you, but his noises only amplified when you latched onto a more sensitive spot above his freckled collarbone. It didn’t help that your fingers were practically exiting and entering his hole completely, filling and emptying him at a speed he almost couldn’t take.

The stimulation from all ends of his body caught up to him, release rumbling from his core up to his cock. He begged and pleaded and called your name multiple times as you did too. Felix readied for release but shocked himself when it came suddenly, almost without warning.

He started gushing just outside your entrance, the relief surging through his hips in waves: it had never happened to him before, but the slight amusement on his fucked-out face sent you over the edge too.

You came at the same time, your wetness coating the sides of your thighs and the cushions of the couch, the pool of both your juices mixing right under you.

It had to take you both several minutes to an hour of downtime before you both got up to clean. During that time, Felix held you close, trapping you in a warm cuddle.

“Y/N, I love you,” he whispered, his deep voice returning, calming you from your high.

You pressed one more kiss on his lips. “I love you too, Felix.”

Aftercare had to be a non-negotiable after the scene you guys painted all over the living room.

You made sure to offer Felix the softest bubble bath, massaging and soothing every inch of his skin, scrubbing away at the residue of the new lipstick.

You both found out, just before the bath, that it barely survived at all. It still stained his lips a shade of red, and the stains of love bites that he left on you stuck for a long while, but the actual product budged possibly within the third round of kisses. It barely held on when you started biting him.

The bedroom was full of giggles and the shuffling of your bodies cuddling close to calm yourselves down. Felix shared how he couldn’t believe his horniness that day, and you teased that he was being a hormonal girl.

He whined at that, kissed you good night, and fell asleep while huddled close to your chest. You calmly played with your phone, quickly editing the footage and clipping out the moment that he slipped into submission.

That was for your eyes only.

You posted the video and muted the notifications, kissed his forehead good night, and fell asleep.

—

“Baby, baby girl…” Your voice, although hoarse and deep from the blissful sleep, woke your boyfriend up. The clock on your bedside table flashed 9:00 AM in bright red, but the light from your phone shone brighter. “Look at this!”

“Holy…Y/N, oh my god!” Every trace of sleepiness left Felix as he jumped out of bed. “The video blew up?!”

You sat up next to him, chuckling in disbelief. “Let’s see what people are saying.”

“Why does the suggested search bar have…”

Men marked up. Men with hickeys. Men whining. It was clear that the video affected your audience in more ways than one.

“Silly,” you giggled, sinking into your boyfriend’s embrace. “Wonder how this thing got through community guidelines.”

Felix pointed at a comment. “Help. Someone’s asking about washing the stains off.”

The both of you cuddled closer. As the sunlight shone through your curtains and hit your figures, it highlighted Felix’s honey skin and the cherry stains that failed to wash off in the shower.

You turned your head to his and smirked. “Should we film an update video? What about a part 2?”

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[spookuzm]

*Gets on one knee*

Please...would you accept this!

*a bag of chocolate covered pieces of bread crust*

(I know its not valentines day but I love him!)

He stared for a moment before leaning down, and gently grabbing the bag from your hands. He sighed softly, a genuine smile on his face.

* thanks, sweet treat.

You do realize you just gave him two of his favorite things in one, right? He loves crust and chocolate!

Also fun fact: I drew that second picture at 3am lol

[zalrb]

Kill {elena/stefan/katherine fic pt. 6}

The gif limit is so irritating LOL. Hope you enjoy it.

Link to part 1: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/707929608286240768/toxic-elenastefankatherine-fic

Link to part 2: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/709460774203064320/valentines-day-elenastefankatherine-fic-pt-2

Link to part 3: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/709838031967879168/choices-elenastefankatherine-fic-pt-3

Link to part 4: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/710274615200628736/blood-elenastefankatherine-fic-pt-4

Link to part 5: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/710584105290579968/boundaries-elenastefankatherine-fic-pt-5

Katherine was cackling. “Damon, did I ever tell you, you’re my hero?” 

            “Shut up,” he snapped.

            “No, I mean it. You tried to kill me to get your girlfriend back and ended up shooting your girlfriend instead? You’re phenomenal.”

            “Shut up!” This time it was Stefan who spoke but he hadn’t turned away from Elena. 

He held her gaze and Elena found herself sinking into him as he drew into her, everything else, everything around them irrelevant or nonexistent. Like always. She barely felt it when he took the arrow out of her leg. 

            “Are you in pain?” he asked gently.

            She shook her head.

            “Oh give it a rest, she’s a fucking vampire,” snapped Katherine. 

Stefan didn’t bother responding. He touched the side of Elena’s face. A natural response when he wanted to comfort her. She held onto his wrist.

Damon watched the two of them, unsure of what hurt more, the fact that they never stopped sharing this kind of intimacy or the fact that they couldn’t help but display it whenever they were around each other. That that had always been the fact of them. He was glad that the two bottles of whisky he drank had somewhat numbed him.

Katherine watched Damon’s observation and pushed further.

“Of course, even if you had managed to kill me,” she said. “It wouldn’t change that the love of your life is in love with the love of mine.” 

“SHUT UP!” 

All three of them shouted. And still, Katherine observed, Elena and Stefan hadn’t looked away from each other. She felt something in her rise.

“But, Damon, you can be honest with me,” she said, walking closer to him. 

“Get closer at your own risk,” he said. 

            “Elena isn’t the only reason you came here tonight, is she?” she said, ignoring his warning. “Part of you can’t stand it. Me and Stefan together.” 

            Damon made a noise of disgust. “Don’t make me sick.” 

            Katherine smiled and started tracing her finger across his chest. He slapped her hand away. 

            “Have you ever thought about why you’re so angry with me? Why you try so hard to kill me?”

            “Because the world would be a better place with one less evil slut in it?”

“Witty,” she said.

“Just telling it like it is.” 

“Humour as a defense mechanism gets a little old, Damon. Food for thought,” she said, already getting bored of the subject of her seduction. But he wasn’t the target. 

“But you won’t let yourself think about it, won’t you?” She started brushing his hair. He clenched his jaw but didn’t move. “Why do you kill people, Damon? Lexi. Zach. Reminders of your humanity? There’s a part of you deep down that still wants me. That will always want me. And it kills you that Stefan gets to have me.” 

            With each word she spoke, Katherine could see something in Damon unravel. She glanced over to see if Stefan had looked away from Elena, to see if saw her and Damon together. He hadn’t turned away from her. 

Stefan parted his lips to ask Elena another question and then suddenly ---

Searing pain. He cried out and then looked down to the source of his pain. The arrow was now speared through his leg.

            “Now you can both have matching injuries,” said Katherine as she dug the arrow into Stefan’s flesh so that he grunted in pain. “Wouldn’t that be cute?”

“STOP.” Elena got up to charge at her but Damon blocked her. She pounded against him and he held her, carrying her over to the side.

“DAMON, LET ME GO.” 

“She’ll tear you apart.”

            Katherine bent down to whisper in Stefan’s ear. “Remember what I said about being ignored?” 

            He glared at her. She withdrew the arrow from his leg and tossed it to the side. Katherine sauntered down the hall but Stefan, furious, called out after her.

 “KATHERINE.” 

She stopped.

“I don’t know what mood you’re in,” he said. “I don’t know what point you’re going to go out and make but leave Matt out of it.” 

Katherine smirked at the gravity of his tone. “Matt,” she said. “Now, there’s an idea.” 

And then she sped off. 

Damon was brushing Elena’s hair to the side and trying to see if she was OK.

            “I’m fine, really,” she said patiently. 

“Well I’m not,” said Stefan, getting up and pushing Damon against a wall.  “What the hell were you thinking?” He shook him slightly. “You could’ve killed her!”

“I didn’t know she was going to be here!” He glared at Elena. “I didn’t know that a day after we broke up, she would go and stalk my brother at his fuck buddy’s apartment.” 

“You could’ve had it worse,” said Stefan harshly. “Speaking from experience.” 

Elena looked at him. “Stefan…” 

He shook his head. “I should make sure Matt’s OK.” 

Damon scoffed. “She’s not going to Matt Donovan. He’s… Matt Donovan. She made her point with him, she’s not --- no way.” 

Stefan looked at him wearily. “Damon, don’t try to kill Matt just because he’s the latest pawn in whatever sick game Katherine’s playing.” 

“I’m telling you, she’s moved on.” 

“Right.” 

Elena was running her hand through her hair. “Stefan, I want to continue our conversation.” 

“Your conversation?” Damon asked her incredulously. “What about our conversation?” 

“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, Damon,” said Elena. “Like, how much did you drink?” 

“I am perfectly capable of having a conversation about---”

“About what? The conversation where we broke up and you almost break Matt’s wrist? The conversation where I saw ‘we need to break up’ and you don’t say anything, you just leave, and I have to warn everyone I’ve ever known to watch out for you because I don’t know what kind of rampage you’re going to go on?” 

“But I didn’t go on a rampage!” said Damon “I came here! I came here to end all of your problems.” 

“And you got so drunk to do it that you shot me!”

“I thought you said you forgave me for that!”

Elena closed her eyes. “My point is, this is not the right time for us to talk!”

            Damon laughed harshly. “But it’s the right time for you and Stefan?” 

            “No,” said Stefan. “I have to make sure Katherine doesn’t ---”

            Elena put her hand on either side of Stefan’s face and brought his gaze to hers. “Follow her. Or come with me,” she said.

            Damon watched them and snorted. “You can’t even fucking help it, can you?”

            They turned to look at him and Damon shook his head. “It’s always the fucking same.” 

                        *

They decided to speak outside. When they made it out of the building, Stefan stopped walking. Elena continued for a few steps then realizing he wasn’t keeping pace, she turned around and saw him looking at her, pissed off and distressed.

“You said you didn’t know why you came here, you were just here, but what am I supposed to do with that, Elena? What are you doing?” 

She continued toward him. “Fighting for you.” 

Stefan closed his eyes. “Well, don’t.” It’s only getting you hurt. I can’t stand it.

She shook her head. “Old habits, I guess.” 

Stefan scoffed. “Yeah,” he said in disbelief. Elena glared at him. 

“Don’t rewrite history just because it makes you feel better.” 

He looked at her then. “I have nothing to feel guilty about.” 

It was true, he didn’t. And yet that was all he felt now. All he felt whenever he saw Elena after he saw Katherine.  

Elena was inches from him now. “But you’re not happy with her.” 

“Maybe that’s not what I’m looking for right now.” 

Elena cocked her head, bewildered. “I can’t even fathom that.” 

“I never remember asking you to try,” said Stefan calmly. 

“You know this is bad for you,” she said.      

“Elena, I’m not looking for your approval.” 

She wasn’t listening. She pointed toward the apartment building. “You know she is bad for you.”

Of course he knew that. “Can’t you just stop?” 

“No,” she said.

It was Stefan’s turn to be surprised, his expression a mixture of exasperation and desperation. “This has nothing to do with you.” 

“I don’t care.” 

Stefan looked at her sharply and felt a pang, an ache, at seeing the sincerity in Elena’s eyes. 

“Giving up is not what we do, Stefan. We don’t stop,” said Elena, holding his gaze so he could understand how serious she was. “I didn’t stop when you went off the deep end with Klaus. You didn’t stop when Jeremy died.” 

“I haven’t lost my humanity.” 

Elena snorted. “No, just your mind.” 

“Sleeping with Katherine doesn’t constitute an emergency.” 

“Doesn’t it? After all the shit she’s pulled over the years---” 

“She did what she had---”

“Don’t defend her!” 

“Why shouldn’t I?” he yelled back, words rushing out before he could stop himself. “After all the energy we spend defending Damon, holding up the lie that being with you has reigned him in, the fantasy we’ve constructed for ourselves just so we could all feel better about your choice? 

“Wow,” she said, her eyes getting teary. “How long have you been holding that one in?”

            Stefan closed his eyes and sighed. “I just want to know when you decided you were the only one who got to have a pass on who you sleep with.” 

Elena shook her head. She wasn’t going to let him rationalize. “You know why I couldn’t stop at the time.” 

“Yeah, because you didn’t want to,” he said harshly.

“I explained what was happening with me. I explained why I felt like I had to continue. I explained myself, Stefan. I explained why I couldn’t stop. Why can’t you? Do you love her?” 

            Stefan threw his head back in anguished frustration. “Stop asking me that, you know it isn’t that.”  

            “And you know what it is,” she said, her voice getting louder. “So tell me!”

“What do you want to hear, Elena?” He was shouting. “You want to hear that it makes me sick? Well it does! But the rush I get? I can’t ---” He took a deep breath. “I can’t stop! Is this what you mean? This is what you want to hear?” 

            His words shattered her but Elena wouldn’t back down. “It’s only fair isn’t it? You had to hear what I felt about Damon even though it was against my will. It’s your turn.”

            He shook his head. “I’m not doing tit for tat.”

“It’s only fair.”

“I’m not hurting you because you hurt me.” 

“I am demanding that we talk about it!”

“Fine!” He roared.

“Fine, let’s talk about it! Let’s talk about how good the sex is, that I’ve had her every which way for hours on end and it’s still, somehow, not enough!  Let’s talk about how it feels like I’m addicted to her, like I’m hooked on the high I get when I’m around her! Let’s talk about how right now, I can’t see an end in sight! You really want to talk about that? You really want to hear that? Really? Do you want me to go on?”

Stefan burrowed his face in his hands, unable to bear the expression on her face. 

“It’s toxic,” she said finally. “She’s toxic.” 

“I know,” he said, looking up at her. He shrugged dejectedly.  “I don’t seem to care.” 

Elena couldn’t hide the tears brimming her eyes and Stefan shook his head. “I can’t -- I’m done. I’m done talking.” 

            Elena nodded. “Fine, Stefan,” she said. “Whatever.” 

            She walked away and Stefan took a shaky breath. 

*

Elena was halfway to her dorm before she turned around and headed back to Katherine’s building.  She didn’t know what she expected to find when she broke into her apartment. Katherine? Katherine and Stefan together? But it was empty. She looked around the living room, unsure of what she was searching for, what evidence she wanted to torture herself with, until she found it.  The mirror Stefan broke hours before, when she heard him groan and sigh because of another woman. She put a hand to her stomach like she was going to be physically ill. 

“You know you’ve broken his heart a thousand times, I guess he gets to do it to you just once.” 

            Elena turned to see Katherine standing by the window, watching her inspect the apartment. 

            “I came back looking for you,” said Elena. “But you weren’t here. Where were you? With Matt?” 

            Katherine shrugged. “Maybe I was with Stefan.” 

            Elena narrowed her eyes.

            “I could give you the tour,” Katherine continued. “There isn’t an inch of this place where I haven’t taken him.” 

            Elena felt herself teetering on some kind of emotional edge.

“I could even show you the balcony door he smashed just to get to me.” Katherine’s tone was light, as if she were making casual conversation. “I wonder if you’ve ever seen him that wild with arousal, that … determined.”

Elena knew what his determination felt like and remembered, with painful clarity, the weekend she and Stefan had gone to her parents’ cabin. The night the wolves had attacked, and the fight they’d gotten into after.

“A hundred and sixty-two years I have lived, and you've barely begun, and now you want to let yourself get killed? That's not heroic. It's tragic.”

            He’d walked away from her, angry and anguished, but he hadn’t left the cabin. He wasn’t going far, not after the attack. He’d stayed around, making sure they were safe inside, making sure she felt OK, making her tea, getting her blankets, but he was quiet and contemplative, silently agonizing over their conversation, a desperation, a wordless indignation at what she’d revealed to him about her deal with Elijah. And when they’d gotten into bed, Stefan lying on his side, facing away from her, Elena staring up at the ceiling, she lay next to him for exactly five minutes before shaking her head and sighing.  

“I can’t go to sleep like this,” she said. “With you angry at me. I--” She turned so she could face him, though all she saw was his back. “Stefan, please try to under---” 

            He’d rolled over and kissed her with an earnestness that moved her to immediately put her arms around his neck.

His hand slid up her back and he pressed her forward, closing the small gap between them, pulling her into him, bringing her firmly against his body so that her leg curled around his hip. He was taking great care with his strength -- she could feel his urge to tighten his hold and crush her to him, to make absolutely sure there was no space between their bodies, and him having to restrain his needs ignited her. She massaged his tongue with hers and his hand went from her back to her face, taking a hold of her chin and guiding her mouth to his for a deepened kiss that was both desperate and possessive and that made Elena shiver and crave more.

He tugged her bottom lip with his teeth. She wrapped her leg around him tighter and when she felt his ever-moving, ever-present hold beneath her, pressing her into him so she could feel his hardness, she moaned in his mouth and turned so that he was on his back and she was on top.

She kissed him again, her hips moving so that she rubbed against him, eliciting strangled sounds from him and she moved to his neck, gently biting, feeling his lips on her shoulder, his hands gripping her tank top, threatening to rip it apart. She skated her lips along his face, placing gentle kisses on his forehead. He sucked and kissed her throat, making her sigh and smile and sway with more vigor. 

It killed her to pull away but she did it to see his face, drink in his expression, and as she did, Stefan took her hand and slipped it under his shirt. She lightly grazed her fingernails along his stomach, luxuriating in the tautness of his torso, living for the way her touch made his skin jump and turned his breathing shallow. Staring up at her, he guided her hand upward to his chest, and kept it there, kept his hand atop hers. She felt his heart racing beneath her palm, and her lips parted. His eyes, serious and wild, peered into hers, and she knew they were continuing their conversation, he was making his case, making her feel his plea.

It was excruciatingly intimate, the boldness of his vulnerability and Elena was so overcome with emotion, she started to tremble. But she didn’t look away from him, didn’t move her hand because she wanted him to know her choice wasn’t despite him, wasn’t excluding him, it was because of him, because of this. How could she feel this, how could he make her feel this, and expect her not to do everything in her power to keep him safe? How could he ask her to do that? She swallowed hard, opening and closing her mouth a few times before speaking. 

“Stefan---”

He raised his head and kissed her again, groaning as he claimed her mouth, and turned so that she found herself lying on the mattress beneath him.

He was quick, sliding off her tank top and kissing his way downward to her waistband slipping off her shorts. He was between her thighs, his tongue making her bow off the bed, her face pushed into a pillow that she bit and whimpered into. She raised his head and moved forward, sitting up to help him take off his shirt, to kiss his stomach, to run her tongue along his skin, to make him pant and sigh.

He kissed her again, burrowing back into the bed, gripping and massaging the contours of her body, nibbling and clutching so that she was gasping and shaking and lightheaded and feeling, just feeling how her body responded to him, the claim he had over her.  They were entwined yet not joined and him against but not inside her maddened her. She could feel the intensity of his arousal, and whether to give him some relief or to torture him as much as he was torturing her, she reached down and felt him. He made a noise somewhere between a moan and a sob, like this would be the last time they would ever be together like this. 

His voice was strangled, his words incoherent. “Please…I have to … I have to…” 

Elena was gasping. “If you don’t I’ll kill you.” 

The way he moved, as if he were physically trying to make them one, made her warble and cry out. 

His determination to make her feel him, feel what it was to be alive, had her grabbing at him, pulling at the sheets, whimpering and begging, answering his pleas with pleas of her own. He’d awakened every atom in her body to him, and feeling his heart beat wildly against her chest had in turn made her wild and overwhelmed --- a mess of sensations. She was overcome with the singular feeling that she could never, ever give this up, she never wanted to live without this. He rocked into her deeper and deeper as if to say, So then stay with me, stay with me, stay with me … 

“It must kill you to want him back and know he wants nothing to do with you,” said Katherine now.

Elena walked over to Katherine’s bar and poured herself a drink. That memory was a shard in her chest and she had to take the edge off. “Yeah.” She took a sip.  “Do you want to know what makes it worse?” 

Katherine raised her eyebrows. “Elena Gilbert tells all.”  

“He loved me. He loved me so much.” Elena did her best to keep her tone steady. “That kind of love, it…changed everything for me. It saved my life.” 

Katherine felt slightly nauseous, her words echoed what Stefan had told her once, back when he thought she was Elena: “When we were together, every atom in my body told me that we were the right fit, it was the perfect match, and that kind of love,  it can change your whole life.” 

“And now he’s gone,” said Elena simply. “I didn’t think about that, not really, because I’ve never thought of him being gone, never thought about how much that would …” She took another sip so the vodka would burn away the anguish she felt. She paused, as if she were trying to gather her words. “I think the only thing that would be worse is being with him and never being loved by him.” She looked at Katherine, her eyes hardened. A harshness twisted her face. 

“So you should tell me, how does that feel? Do you think it’s worse?” 

Katherine’s eyes flashed. She hadn’t anticipated such precise cruelty. Rather than acting on her impulse to slam Elena’s head in the wall, she tried to play it off with a scoff. “How predictably boring that you think everything is as black and white as love. What we have transcends."

Elena laughed. Cackled. With a hint of craze. Whatever edge there’d been, she’d teetered off it. Katherine furrowed her eyebrows in partial annoyance and confusion. 

“You sound like a donkey,” she said. “Are you having an aneurysm?”  

“Sorry, it’s just, it’s just,” Elena continued to laugh.

“You think that you and him actually have something. You think it’s, oh my God,” she put her drink back down, walked across the room and reached out to touch Katherine’s shoulder, “you think it’s special.” 

Katherine removed Elena’s hand from her shoulder and clenched her wrist, her fingers grinding into her bones. “I think I reach a part of him, a base, animalistic part of him--” Elena was determined not to wince at the words “-- you’ve never, could never touch.”

“Right,” said Elena, nodding frantically, ignoring the pain both physical and emotional. “Even if that was true, you wouldn’t be the only one. You wouldn’t even be the first.” 

Katherine flung Elena’s hand away. “Oh please.”

“You stalked him for years, Katherine, he told me what you said to him the night of the masquerade ball. You’re telling me you don’t remember Chicago? You don’t remember Rebekah?” 

Katherine’s eyes narrowed and Elena felt a terrible glee. 

“I had him before Rebekah,” said Katherine. “I had him before anyone.” 

“I don’t know where you’ve been --- oh that’s right, hell --- but you’re wrong. Valerie did.”

An anger started to simmer within Katherine, Elena could see it. She relished it. She was past jealousy, past heartbreak, and had plummeted to a venomous, exhilarating spite that pushed her to spew words she knew would cut, would wound. 

“But you don’t care about that,” said Elena. “You care about the part of him only you can reach but I’ve read his journals.” 

Elena did her best to ignore that the imagery she was conjuring, that the thought of Stefan with Rebekah, with anyone else, the thought of him giving another woman even a sliver of what he’d given her at the cabin, hurt her just as much.

“He’s a descriptive writer. Especially about the, um -- how did he describe it? -- oh yeah, ‘crazy sex’ they’d have, the limits she would push him to, but you, you probably saw it.”  

She wanted to inflict damage. Katherine had pushed her to this. Katherine and Stefan together had pushed her to this.  

            “Did you see when Rebekah jerked him off at a full booth in Gloria’s? Or after, when he bent her over the hood of his car?” This was the last thing she wanted to think about and yet she couldn’t stop. “Or were you there for the knife play?“ It occurred to her that she could maybe understand some of Stefan’s sentiment. She could barely recognize herself in this moment and picturing the things she was speaking of made her want to break something, but seeing Katherine struggle to keep her face impassive was an addictive exercise. She could see how she could become an addiction.

“He did none of that with you,” she said finally. “If you are special to him, Katherine, it’s for all the wrong reasons. You’re the bitch who ruined his life.”

“No,” said Katherine, inching closer to Elena, staring her dead in the eye. “I’m the only one he’s sleeping with right now. I’m that bitch.” Katherine didn’t know if it was rage or heartbreak that flickered in Elena’s eyes but it was enough to satisfy her. “You can let yourself out,” she said as she slipped out of the living room. 

Elena overturned the coffee table and smashed a lamp.

*

Katherine had taken a few steps into Stefan’s room when she was suddenly pushed to the floor and a glowering Stefan was hovering over her, pinning her down by her wrists. 

“You touch her again, I’ll put you in the ground.” 

“And I thought you would’ve cooled off by now. It’s been a day.” 

“Do you understand?”

            “This is nothing you haven’t said before,” said Katherine casually. 

Stefan lowered his head so she couldn’t escape his gaze even if she wanted to. His face was etched with a protective rage that she’d only ever seen when it came to Elena. “I will kill you. I am not joking.” 

He wasn’t. Katherine could tell. He wasn’t threatening her, he was explaining the realities of the situation. When he felt like they understood each other, he released her. Katherine stood up and started straightening out her clothes. Stefan walked to the other side of the room and started to pace. Interesting, she thought. He would kill her for Elena but he wasn’t kicking her out of his room now. Katherine regarded him and contemplated the conundrum of a situation they were in. 

She could have anyone. She’d had. It was a particular gift of hers --- getting men to die for her, to kill for her, to worship her, revere her, to do anything and everything for her, and dozens of them had over the years just for the promise of being with her. 

And none of it mattered.

All she’d wanted, all she’d ever wanted, was Stefan. He had her completely. He always had. She had no pride when it came to him, to her desire for him, the fact that she was still here after that threat was proof of this, but she had to pretend that she had pride now. It was a game. To make him blink. Make him flinch. To get him to worship her, get him to need her.  To get him on his knees before her, to make him hers, even for a moment, even for a second, to obliterate the unrelenting, nagging tie to that bland, self-righteous, lesser version of herself.  She had to make him scared of losing the feeling he got when he was with her, the pleasure, the power. She had to make him scared of losing her. 

“So then maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore,” said Katherine, examining her nails.  

Stefan looked at her from across the room and then laughed. 

Katherine quirked her eyebrow. “I don’t believe I said anything funny.”

“On the contrary, I find false threats quite amusing.” 

“We all have our limits, Stefan.” 

“Not you. Not with me.” 

His dark tone aroused her but instead of letting him see that, she narrowed her eyes. “You really think that I can’t cut myself off from you? I have other avenues for fun, for pleasure.”

Stefan paused briefly before speaking. “That where you’ve been?” 

Katherine tried not to grin but Stefan’s not-so-hidden jealousy energized her in a way that nothing else did. 

“Are you asking if I fucked Matt?” 

His face was impassive. “Did you?” 

Katherine giggled. “As you’ve made so painfully clear to me, you and I are not together. So I don’t think what I do on my own time is any of your business.” 

“Mm,” said Stefan, scratching his chin. “Well, he’s too good for you and he knows better.” 

Katherine smiled. “So do you, remember?” 

Stefan glared at her. 

“Me, on the other hand, I think I’m finally smartening up.”

“Meaning you’re ending this.” 

Katherine shrugged. “Why not?” 

Stefan sped over to her, a breath of a gap between them.

“Katherine,” his voice was low, soft. It made her quiver. “You and I both know that if I told you to get on your knees right now you’d do it.” 

She would. God, she would. “Rules have changed.” 

He pressed his lips against her ear. “I thought there were no rules.” He nipped the bottom of her earlobe.

Katherine’s breath hitched and without thinking, she grasped the back of his head. She felt him grin against her. She wouldn’t stop him from kissing her, nuzzling her neck. She couldn’t. But she could stop herself. From going further. Unless --- 

“I want the part of you she never got.”

He stopped. “I gave her everything,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“Stefan---”

He looked at her now. “I. Gave her. Everything.” His eyes were blazing. Her suggestion angered him. Katherine was beyond irritated. It was one thing to keep protecting her but even now, even after everything, he was still protective of his bond with her. She wanted to stab him again, rip him to shreds, tear him apart for being so predictably foolish. It was also what made her want him more. 

 She closed her eyes in an effort to tamper her jealousy, her anger, her incredulity. She had to remind herself that she’d expected this. In fact, she’d counted on it. She’d needed it for what she was going to propose next. She couldn’t get swept up in the immediacy of her indignation.

“Fine,” she said, opening her eyes to look at him. “So then fight for me. Keep me from walking out that door. Make me stay here.” 

            Katherine’s eyes glinted with a primal kind of malice.

This was the part of him, the piece of him neither Elena nor Rebekah got. Because they’d never been in a position like this, a position where Stefan had to admit to wanting something he would do anything not to want. Elena may have gotten his love and Rebekah may have gotten his chaos, but he would give her his defeat and begrudgingly, he would delight in it. Relish in it. And only she would feel that in his body, in his movements, in how he decided to take her.

“Tell me that you want this,” she continued. “Tell me you’ll go crazy without it.” She traced his lips with her finger. “Tell me you crave me.” She held his gaze, her eyes turning steely with a dark desire as she gritted her teeth. “Beg me.” 

            He glared at her. He hated this game. He loved this game. 

            “Beg me and I’m yours.” 

            He raised an eyebrow. “Who told you that I wanted you to be mine?” 

She touched him through his jeans and he couldn’t help it. He closed his eyes. She grinned.

            “You did,” she said, rubbing him. “Your body can’t lie.” 

He sighed. 

She moved her hand in earnest. “If you could have me in a cage, you would.” 

He made a soft, desperate sound. 

Faster still. Katherine raised her eyebrows. “Liking that imagery?” 

            “I fucking hate you,” he whispered.

            “But you love fucking me.” 

            His jaw clenched.

            “Say it.” 

He stayed tight-lipped. His defiance was as hot as it was frustrating. 

Katherine shrugged. “Fine.” 

She walked out of his room but then found herself backing into it again. Stefan had intercepted her in the hallway, blocking her path, and started walking, guiding her back to where they were a moment ago. His expression was dangerous. Katherine’s skin tingled. He was doing what she told him to. Keeping her from leaving. But she needed the words. She needed his surrender. 

“You want me to stay here,” she said. “Say it.” 

He took a hold of her, his grasp tight enough to break the bones of a human, and kissed her violently, bruising her lips, thrusting his tongue in her mouth, making her knees buckle and head swim.

There was no affection, just an angry passion. She pulled her mouth away and slapped him hard across the face, splitting his lip, her fingernails clawing his skin with one sharp rake that left scratches on his cheek. His eyes reddened and veins darkened his face, his upper lip curled as fangs descended. Katherine grabbed him by the back of his head and forced him to her, kissing him again, pushing him to a wall. She bit his tongue, making him wrench away. Reacting instinctively, he grasped her throat and lowered her to her knees. She looked up at him with excitement, her eyes daring him.  

He blinked rapidly and his irises were back to their normal green, the veins disappeared from his face, his fangs were gone. Now that his senses had returned, he let go of Katherine but his hand, trembling, still hovered around her neck, as if itching to continue. This, Katherine thought triumphantly, he’d never do, never have to do, never feel with his precious Elena. Or that wench Rebekah. This battle within himself, that belonged to her.

Katherine started unbuckling his belt, undoing his fly, but then stopped and looked up at him. “If I refused you right now, it would kill you,” she said. “Say it.”

He glowered down at her, breathing heavily.

“Say it, Stefan.” 

He gritted his teeth.

“Say it.” 

She kissed just below his navel, teasing to go lower. He furrowed his eyebrows  and threw his head back. Katherine felt the tension in his body, felt his legs straining with anticipation. But he remained silent.

Fine again. She stood up and pushed him away, making him stagger backwards from the force of her strength. She started toward the door again. He grabbed her by the wrist and whirled her back to him, sinking his teeth into her neck. Her body jerked with pleasure. He grunted. His hands explored her body, gripping and grabbing, holding her to him in a way that made it feel like he wanted to break her to possess her. He hated her. He wanted her. He’d have her then. He’d have her and nothing else until he succumbed. 

 Katherine pushed him onto the bed and climbed atop him, her knees rested on the mattress on either side of his face. She held onto the headboard as he gripped her thighs and pleased her so that she clenched and trembled and panted, grinding against the movement of his tongue. Everything in her heated with a carnal delight that had her murmuring and begging and racing to the climax, and it wasn’t until she half out of her mind and until sweat misted her skin, until she was gripping his hair, pushing his face deeper into her, until she couldn’t take it anymore, until her body was wound so tight and was begging for the kind of release only he could ever give her in all of the centuries she’d been alive that she realized that Stefan was punishing her.  

Because he knew. He knew that more than wanting him to please her, she wanted to hear her name on his lips, hear the noises she could elicit from him. She wanted his body at her mercy, wanted him concentrating on no one, nothing else but her, she wanted him in her web and he was testing to see who could outlast who. 

It was too late for her to turn back now, she couldn’t bring herself to stop, to make him stop, they had to keep going, the pleasure was too agonizingly exquisite, too powerful  for her not to feel it in its full force. If she didn’t get the release, she would die. She was sure of it. 

When she finally came apart above him, Stefan unseated her so that she collapsed onto the bed, spent and aroused and irritated. He got up and started to leave the room. She scrambled off the bed too.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” 

In a second, he was in front of her. He held her by the chin, forcing her head up so she could look her directly in the eye. 

“You have to decide, Katherine, what’s more important, having your pride or having me.” 

            Katherine glared, yet her skin, her blood, her body was still humming from the climax he’d just given her. It was odd feeling completely satisfied and entirely annoyed at the same time. This wasn’t how the game was supposed to go. He looked down at her smugly. She’d been playing him. But he’d been playing her.                    

It was Stefan’s turn to shrug. “OK.”

            He left. He almost made it to the stairs and then was slammed down onto his back, a vice grip on his throat, a finger in his mouth that he instinctively started to suck. Katherine had a chip on her shoulder now and ravished him accordingly. At least, at the very least, she would make him call out for her like she was some kind of higher power. Fuck him for ruining her game, fuck him for thinking he won. She would make him submit, she would enslave him with pleasure. She took him and he bucked and writhed and swore, squirming from the feel of her mouth on him, he was thrusting his hips and begging her not to stop and cursing her name, frantic and wild and helpless because he couldn’t lie, couldn’t pretend that she didn’t do this to him.

            His voice came out in clipped hisses.“God, I hate you… I … Katherine …”

An anguished intake of breath. A realization. “Am I hearing what I think I am?”

Damon stood in the foyer of the Salvatore Mansion, his phone out, on speaker, Elena on the other end. 

            “No mistaking that, babe.”

Damon hadn’t wanted Katherine to be right. He’d convinced himself since meeting Elena that she was nothing to him, a lapse in judgment, a terrible mistake. But when he came home to hear her with Stefan, he felt a misery settle in on him that he was all too familiar with, that he’d spent over a century living with, that had altered and deepened and intensified in more contemporary times when he’d hear the laughing and moaning and poorly made attempts at quiet pleasure in this house, with his most current ex girlfriend. Hearing Katherine and Stefan together had triggered in him a tumultuous urge to source out his pain, raze everything around him and who better to start with than the other woman who could trigger this feeling, who had triggered this feeling before, who had broken up with him because of his brother who was too busy making these sounds that were causing him misery to want anything to do with her. The irony of that was too sweet to keep to himself. 

“From the sounds of it, they’re in the hallway.”

The line remained silent. All that could be heard were the moans and the grunts and the cries of pleasure from the two vampires entwined upstairs.

 Damon continued.  “Like they know other people live here but they just don’t give a shit. At least you two kept it to the bedroom. I guess I could forgive them, I’ve been shacking up with you the last few days, maybe they didn’t think I’d be home.”

Still silent.  

“I wonder how often they do this.” 

Silent.

“I’m pretty sure he’s bending her over the banister right now.” 

“Bye, Damon.” 

Elena hung up the phone. For a second, she thought that being at The Grill would be enough incentive to calm her nerves, keep her from reacting strongly, but then Stefan’s voice hungry with need came back to her, the way he said ‘Katherine’ ringing through her head, the way she heard his moans when she’d showed up to the apartment,  and she threw her phone against the wall, then the glass she was sipping from, watching it break into pieces. A few patrons looked nervously at her.

“Whoa, what did I miss?” said Caroline, sitting next to her.

“Just Katherine and Stefan fucking each other senseless.” 

            Suddenly, there was a crash and Elena and Caroline turned to see that Matt had dropped a few bottles. His face was contorted with pain. Elena shook her head, contrite.

“Oh, Matt, I’m sorry--”

He didn’t say anything and just walked through the swinging doors to the kitchen. Elena threw up her hands.

“Is that really the effect that she has? What does she have, a magical vagina? Matt swears nothing happened between them and she still has him so twisted up, what is the deal?”

            “Mm. Some could say the same about you,” Caroline muttered.

            Elena turned to her. “What?” 

            “Nothing,” said Caroline. “It was a joke. Sort of.” 

            Elena was too miserable to continue. “Where’s Bonnie? I thought she was the one who wanted to meet.”

            “Yeah, I think she found something in her Grams’ books that she wants to share.” 

            “The timing couldn’t be better because with Stefan…”

            Caroline looked at her, vaguely sympathetic. “You two are in a weird place, huh?”

“I keep fighting with him,” she said. “I’ve never fought with him this much. She’s ruining everything.”

            Caroline looked at her tentatively. “Then maybe you should give him space until we figure out how to get rid of her.” 

            “I know I should,” said Elena. “I just can’t.”

            “He probably gets that,” said Caroline. 

“I don’t know. The things he said about her, about them… He knows she has her claws in him and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care anymore.” 

“It’s a phase.” 

Elena snorted and took another sip of her drink. “Some phase.” 

“Elena, he loved you …” Caroline paused as if she were remembering “so completely and you left him for his brother. And not just any brother. Damon.”

“Are you trying to make me feel like shit?” 

“I’m just saying that’s going to have some kind of effect. Maybe he’s lost right now.” 

“And Katherine’s the answer?” 

“He’ll figure out the answer,” said Caroline. “On his own. At least for now.” Caroline looked at Elena to see if she would show some sign of understanding. “I’m going to check on Matt.” 

Elena nodded in acknowledgement as Caroline headed into the kitchen. She mulled over her words and decided they were irrelevant. 

She was going to pull Stefan back. Even if it killed her. 

[liaromancewriter]

And There Was This Cat

Premise: Ethan reminisces with Harper, and Cassie isn’t sure what to make of it.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Harper Emery Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,030

A/N: This fic was requested by @kyra75 from the 2-character drabbles: Ethan, Cassie and Cat. Not quite a drabble, but it's the thought that counts. lol Submission for @choicesoctober prompt 'pet', and I'm using @choicesflashfics week 53, prompt 2

Ethan Ramsey sipped coffee on his short walk back to Edenbrook, taking in the moment. The gray skies and sharp bite in the air were typical of Fall in New England, as were the leaves that were starting to turn orange and red before carpeting the pavement.

“I love fall,” Cassie beamed beside him. She deliberately stepped on fallen leaves, giggling at the crunching sound under her feet. “Hear that?”

“It’s depressing weather,” he said, scanning Edenbrook’s glass façade ahead of them, reflecting the dark skies.

“Perfect for cuddling by the fireplace with pumpkin spice hot chocolate,” Cassie continued, ignoring his dampening tone.

He threw her a shifty-eyed look. “If I find pumpkin spice anything in my coffee, I will not be responsible for my actions.”

Ethan grinned when Cassie stuck her tongue out mischievously. He drew her in for a quick kiss, ignoring the protests of a pedestrian who had to swerve around them.

“Back to the grind, I suppose,” he said, sighing against her lips. “I wish I could say it gets easier. It doesn’t.”

“You’re such a philosopher,” Cassie teased, kissing the corner of his mouth.

They started walking again, turning toward the atrium entrance instead of the staff entrance at the back.

“There’s Jackie,” Cassie said. “I need to talk to her about a patient. See you inside?”

Ethan nodded, releasing their intertwined hands. He entered through the revolving doors, and the first person he saw was Harper Emery. He hadn’t seen her in weeks, but he supposed that wasn’t unusual anymore.

While they were dating, they had an excuse to meet up often. When Harper became his boss, their interactions were still frequent but of a different nature. Now she was back in the surgical suite, and he hadn’t needed a neuro consult. So, their paths rarely crossed except at department head meetings.

Still, they had known each other for almost a decade, and it would be strange to pass by her without at least acknowledging her presence.

“What’s got you smiling like a Cheshire Cat?” Ethan drawled, strolling to where she stood, laughing at something on her phone.

Harper looked up, practically giddy, and turned the screen to show him. His amusement turned to exasperation at the sight of a cat video on her phone.

“Not you too,” he groaned dramatically, making Harper throw her head back in laughter. “I don’t understand the obsession with cat videos.”

“We all need something lighthearted to brighten our day, Ethan,” Harper chastised in that grating tone he remembered from whenever they were on opposite ends of an issue.

He started to roll his eyes but narrowed them instead when he recognized the feline on the screen was, in fact, Harper’s calico cat, Penelope.

“Is that the demon cat?” he asked, aghast.

“Penelope’s a darling,” Harper scoffed, pocketing her phone.

“She’s a menace, Harper,” Ethan argued. “All she did was hiss and scratch whenever I went near her.”

“Maybe she sensed you didn’t like her,” Harper replied, her brown eyes tightening in annoyance before she chuckled. “Remember when she thought you were attacking me?”

Ethan closed his eyes in dismay. “Don’t remind me. It’s not a night I will soon forget. She scarred me for life.”

“Who scarred you for life?” Cassie commented, coming to stand beside him. She smiled at Harper. “Hi, Dr. Emery.”

“Valentine,” Harper nodded and smiled briefly. “My cat. She’s not a fan of Ethan.”

“That’s an understatement,” Ethan muttered under his breath. “I can still feel its sharp claws on my back.”

“I don’t understand.” Cassie stared at them in confusion, and he flushed at his careless words.

The incident Harper referenced was hardly fit to discuss with his current girlfriend. What was he supposed to say? His dick had been about to enter another woman when a fiendish cat jumped on his naked back and dug in her claws, effectively killing the mood?

Ethan glanced furtively at Harper, hoping she understood his predicament.

“It’s nothing consequential,” Harper said, coming to his rescue. She glanced at her wristwatch. “I have to get ready for my afternoon consults.”

Harper slipped away, leaving an awkwardness in her wake. Ethan slowly lifted the coffee cup to his mouth, using the brief respite to reorient his brain.

“That was weird, right?” Cassie mused, watching Harper retreat before turning to face him, a considering look in her green eyes.

“Was it?” Ethan commented for lack of anything useful to say, glancing at a spot beyond her shoulder.

Cassie snorted. “You know it was. There was something…” She shrugged the rest of the words away. “Besides, I know when you’re embarrassed. Your cheeks get flushed, and the tips of your ears turn red.”

She took a step back. “You also can’t seem to meet my eyes, so whatever the two of you were talking about had nothing to do with a cat.”

Ethan could feel the flush spreading across his face. “It was about a ca—”

He broke off when Cassie raised an eyebrow skeptically. He sighed. “It started out about her cat, but no, it wasn’t just about the cat.”

Cassie pursed her lips, not saying anything, and he wished he had kept his mouth shut.

“Thank you for being honest with me,” Cassie said a few tense seconds later and turned away. “I have patients to check on. See you later.”

Ethan hated leaving things like this and rushed after her.

“Want to grab dinner tonight?” he said, reaching for her hand as she entered the stairwell. He covered the distance between them, letting the door shut behind him. “Or I can make us something at home?”

Cassie tilted her head and peered intently at him. “I’m not angry or upset. So, you don’t have to take me out or feed me to assuage your guilt.”

“Good to know,” he mumbled before speaking in a measured tone. “Can I take you out because I want to?”

“Sure.” She stretched on her toes, circled her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply until he forgot where they were. “But I expect to be wined and dined in style, Dr. Ramsey. So, bring your black card.”

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All Fics & Edits: @bluebelle08 @coffeeheartaddict2 @crazy-loca-blog @genevievemd @headoverheelsforramsey @lucy-268 @jamespotterthefirst @jerzwriter @lady-calypso @mainstreetreader @peonierose @potionsprefect @queencarb @quixoticdreamer16 @rookiemartin @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction

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[sirensea14]

Valentine Alastor!!!!

I drew him cuz im delulu as fuck and he's my current attention fixation XD

I played A LOT with the blending modes and lasso tool here (he's so cursed without the blends)

Anyway isnt he just sooooo charming despite the fact that he's a manipulative, power hungry bitch ?

I made this in advance, i know tomorrow is valentine's day lol, i just wanted a new pfp

Look at the bitch on the left, insane isnt she? XD

[artsybug0]

What inspired you to make Millie?

Like a month or so ago, when Welcome Home gotten really popular I wanted to make a self-insert!

Ive made self-inserts of myself for almost every fandom im in just so I can draw myself interacting with my favorite characters. Kinda like a self-comfort thing.

But as I drew her, I started to draw her to less look like me. And I started making up a story about her. Eventually the at first self-insert, just turned into a new character!

So she was originally supposed to be a self-insert but quickly turned into an Oc😅.

I didn’t plan to post about her or anything. But I thought it would be cool to make a video that looks like you just clicked on her house to see her character description, but then it glitches out. But I put so much effort into it I really wanted to share it. So I posted it on TikTok! And then people liked it, so I wanted to make another one! I made an angsty video of basically Wally mourning the fact that he caused Millie’s death. And people REALLY liked it! So I kept making videos of her and here I am haha! I really didn’t think she would of gotten so popular so quickly but it makes me so happy!

At that time there weren’t any Valentine’s Day themed characters/OC’s for WH so I just went for it! Now there’s a bunch lol. But I’m not complaining!

Here’s the first ever sketches I ever made of Millie! I was in class and was doodling on a whiteboard!

I’m pretty sure I was originally gonna make her a baker instead of a writer haha!

[aryomengrande]

valentine's day izana x christina for @/ekteneia on ao3 + white day izana x christina ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

christina's piece is the only art i've accomoplished for this month (and it is long overdue) so i had to throw in another one ( ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝)

behind the scenes ; commission me ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

there's a bunch of filipino words here (i took advantage of the fact that izana is half-filipino lol) so i'll explain them under the cut along w a bunch of other stuff

mundo means world, ang tahanan at mundo roughly translates to the home and world but in the full lyric it says aking sinta, ikaw na ang tahanan at mundo which means my love, you're my home and my world. i just put ang tahanan at mundo bc it's short and wouldn't come off cheesy versus if i put in the entire lyric lol

i chose mundo by iv of spades bc it was one of the most popular love songs in 2018. i loved it sm (still love it now). christina specifically requested that i draw izana in the final timeline which takes place in 2018, so it all fits perfectly.

sana all roughly translates to i hope everyone but it's kind of an indirect way of saying that you're jealous (not the bad kind of envy that u wish others hell it's acc the opposite) of someone's experience and wish for everyone (including yourself) to experience it; it's really like saying i hope everyone experiences that.

my freebie which i call the white day ver. is inspired by taylor swift's i'd lie. it just screams izana/izatina to me (ㅅ´ ˘ `) it was from her debut album that was released in 2006 that's why i drew teenager versions of izatina.

[moominofthevalley]

Thank you for the tags @inlocusmads and @alleykatart !! Here are three random facts (...and some bonus ones too) about me! 

This fact is very embarrassing and bisexual. In my junior year of high school, I had a very huge stupid crush on a girl in my English class. It was so bad. I cringe every time I think about it. Oh my god. I can’t stop cringing. It was so intense my top two songs on Spotify wrapped for that year (2022) were Brand New City AND Once More to See You by Mitski. I would bake for her – with her knowledge of course – at least every other week because I didn’t know how else to express my first-time sapphic yearning LOL. (Also fun fact, I came out as bi in 2018)! She drew me as a ‘thank you’ gift and I still have it hung up on my wall :’) Anyways. You do really cringy stupid shit as a high schooler. Also, I found out she did not like me back after I just spent three hours baking her a heart-shaped cake the week before Valentine’s Day. I was crushed haha. 

I’ve always loved writing and literature. In elementary school, my two best friends and I would spend every single recess and lunch break writing little stories together. One of said friends and I wrote this horrible cliche story about two twin sisters – who were essentially gothic copies of us – called Raven and Evelin Moonblood. GOD. We were super obsessed with Supernatural at the time and it was…so bad lol. I stopped writing after middle school, and I got back into it years later – in my senior year of high school, I took a creative writing course and loved it. I wrote a short story called It’ll Pass that was very obviously inspired by Fleabag and I was so proud of it. (I still am). I also wrote a short 10-minute play called Made with Love about a Filipino woman cooking her late Mom’s sinigang recipe and obviously, it inspired me to write my very first Crimes fic of the same name! 

Horror has always been my favorite genre ever. I love Asian horror films and analog horror, and even as a kid, I was super into cryptids and creepy shit like the Bermuda Triangle. It’ll always be my favorite genre to write, too, and I will GLADLY write like a thousand AUs of Emily and Trystan going through the bleakest horrific shit ever.

And some bonus mini-facts about me because I just will never shut up about myself lol…

4. The dog Emily and Trystan have, Twilight, is named after my real-life dog who looks a lot like her :) Though, mine is a pittie and not a boxer like in-game. I love her so much. She turns six in June, and every year on her birthday I cook her a little meal – usually with pumpkin puree and plain chicken. 

5. My writing routine is very annoying. I must always write at night – at least in the dark – and I have to either listen to jazz compilations on YouTube or listen to nothing at all. I usually write in my bed – which is a shit habit I’m trying to break – and I also have a horrible posture because of it lol. 

Anyways, that’s all the facts I can think of. Below is a list of tags from the top 6??? people that come up – no pressure whatsoever :) 

@jerzwriter @logolepzy @jonathanmoores @peonierose @otakudreamer @juudaimes-true-form @stars-are-within-me

[sevrai]

I was busy hanging out with my wife over Valentine's Day but while I was up by myself later in the evening I wanted to draw something extra and settled on a new Candy pic instead of a romantic Ixis x Reina piece that would've taken up too much time;

I tried using it as an opportunity to give some extra focus to facial feature proportions and an angle that I often struggle with. I think this is a good example of how I want to draw my characters at this point in time. (Although it feels weird drawing Candy with such a lack of Himbo Energy in his expression.)

Oh and since I couldn't actually see it anywhere in my Tumblr archive here's the last (SFW) pic of Candy I drew back in 2021, comparing him to an older version. I went with a new eye color this time around.

Not a lot of stuff about him is set in stone but just for a random fun fact his current height is 6'0" which makes him tower over non-Breaker Ethereans. (He's taller than Ixal lol)

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 7/52, featuring a scrimbly Dite because Valentine's Day Week!

THE TROUBLE THIS SCRIMBLE GAVE ME.

"But Dani," you say. "Isn't the point of scrimbles to be. Well. SCRIMBLES?"

WELL YES, AND I HEAR YOU AND SEE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING. HOWEVER. I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN WITH THESE SILLY LITTLE DOODLES THEY ARE BECOMING LITTLE WEEKLY PASSION PROJECTS! THEY ARE NOT AS SCRIMBLY AS THEY WERE INITIALLY INTENDED TO BE, BUT BY G O D AM I HAVING FUN.

WANNA HEAR THE SHENANIGANS? BC YOU'RE ABOUT TO!

This (above readmore) is the SECOND version of this scrimble. The first version was AMAZING re: poses, but the MOMENT I experimented with colours? IMMEDIATE DISLIKE. I WAS SO UPSET. MY GOD.

Here's the OG for posterity's sake:

Poses? HIT! Their faces? CUTE AF! The gazing at one another? AH! THE WAY JACQUELINE'S LAYING? BRILLIANT!

The MOMENT I dug out some old markers to test for skin tones???? DOWNHILL.

Dite has like 5 on her rn. Jacquie has like 3. Attempts to fix it?? FAILED. and the blender did NOT do well on Dite's wings, AH. Jacquie's dress? COLOURS SHOULD'VE BEEN REVERSED! AH!

So I redrew it to what you see above! I like the colours on that one SO MUCH MORE. Shame Dite's right (our left) arm turned out wonk. But her left (our right) looks GREAT! The wings, I should've spread them out on either side?? If that makes sense? But the both of them are resting so her wings are usually chillin, folded up together, vibing. Unless she gets really excited. then it's like a second set of arms, lol.

Things this week's scrimble taught me: PROMARKERS and CRAYOLA FINE TIPS do NOT mix. PROMARKERS, PRISMACOLOURS, AND STEADLER WATERCOLOUR MARKERS? THEY MIX FINE. THEY WORK. AH.

Also, that I forgor how much I loved my prismacolours!

Anyway, once have a set of white/off-white markers, it's over for you hoes (Jacqueline's hair and Dite's wings)

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Originally, Dite was going to be holding the book open in one hand and then gazing at Jacquie, who was gonna be sleeping, but then this happened instead, lol. Her thawed hair in the first one is like SENDING ME, IT LOOKS SO GOOD 🥰🥰🥰

Fun fact about Dite: Persuasion is her favourite novel maybe ever. And yes, I AM projecting. You do not understand how much Persuasion drew me in. The build up to that LETTER? BOY I DIE! SHIT BOY!

Fun fact about Dite #2: her motif/shape is HEARTS. Her wings? MAKE A HEART SHAPE. Her face? HEART SHAPED. Her bangs? MAKE A HEART WITH HER FACE. She LOVES LOVE and she's making it her whole entire thing!!!

Though this was 3rd in last week's poll, I couldn't see it be used NOT during Valentine's week ): But dw Frostmas Jacquie lovers! That's the plan for Scrimble #8 :D

[heyzeil]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

In light of the holiday I went ahead and drew my OC couples! 🩷🤍❤️

Note that Lemon Zest and Moringa Leaf aren’t actually a couple. There’s a small one-sided crush Moringa Leaf has on her, but he’s accepted the fact that nothing special will come out of it. (and he’s right, sorry Moringa Leaf lol)

🤍individual drawings under cut vvv

[plasma-packin-mama]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

AWWW hi Astra, thank you!!

Hmm I feel like a lot of times as of late, I'm already a bit unsatisfied with my works as soon as I've finished them. It's a good thing because it means I'm learning, but not the best feeling anyway. I think it's an important skill as an artist to learn to love your works even if you see flaws with them, because there's always some element to appreciate, and creation in itself is beautiful. Here's some things from this blog that I still like:

Of course I have to put my comic here. I'm not too happy with a lot of the art in it to be completely honest, but I know that I worked very hard on it, and it was a big step for me to put something so personal out for others to see for the first time. I'm generally very private about my identity, so I was very nervous to broadcast something that talked so directly about that subject, even if it was actually about Delilah's story. (I've never tried to hide the fact that I put a lot of myself into Delilah lol) I still go back and reread the feedback I got on that comic sometimes because it makes me so happy to see others connecting with and feeling "seen" by my work. I never expected so much kindness. I think the reception of this comic is stored forever in my brain like one of the Core Memories from Inside Out. Thank you so much to everyone who left me feedback of any kind on that work, because I'm sure it means more to me than you really expected.

This is from very early in my blog when I first met @/thebigolbee and I worked SO hard on it because I felt so lucky that such a great and popular artist like Bee was doing an art trade with me! 😭😭 About nine months later I think we draw each other's OCS about as much as we draw our own- so I guess it worked out lol! I spent a long time on the line art for this one and I think it turned out really nice :)

I'm very proud of the background in this drawing, and I think the characters came out cute as well even though they're just a doodle. I get lazy with backgrounds most of the time so it was a good exercise. It was fun to work on!!!

This was a drawing I did when I was really struggling with art, I tried to loosen up (the hardest thing ever for me lol) and just go with the flow and honestly, even though it's nothing too special I still just really enjoy something about it!!! It's fun I think! (I have to draw Delilah during that period of their life more...)

ACK. This Frankenstein drawing that I picked at for so long and eventually just didn't finish the background for. I really love the characters and the mood of the piece, even though i intended to add much more detail to the room they're in. I think sometimes it's ok to leave things "unfinished" instead of just agonizing over it and never letting it see the light of day.

Valentine's drawing. It really surprised me how this became one of my most popular posts because I didn't really expect anyone to notice it!!! I drew it 1000% for myself, because happy sparkly characters being happy together are my favorite to draw. But apparently everyone else also likes that! A good lesson. (Maybe it was just bc everyone loves Ms. Rae Jepsen's musical stylings as much as me...)

I'm really proud of all the art that I did for high fantasy au, but this one especially because I worked very hard with my markers and I feel like it came out well!! I'm really awful at utilizing color in an interesting way-- I get nervous about ruining stuff by adding the wrong color the wrong place, but I think I did really well this time!!

I think that's enough!! It was really nice to look back at all my old works - I was actually surprised by how many things I still like despite their age!!! I do feel very positive after writing this post, so thank you for sending this along to me Astra!! :] I encourage everyone to do this, really go through your works and think about what you've learned from each one and why it's still nice!!

[martynathebarbarylioness]

Happy Valentines Day!

Today I drew two ship arts from 2 different fandoms; one is oc x canon while the other one is canon x canon.

1. Luisa Madrigal x Abigail Cabrera 💪🏼🦙

So this is my Encanto OTP between Luisa and my Encanto oc: Abigail Cabrera.

2. Misty Luggins x Tiffany Fluffit 🦁🐈‍⬛

My second ship art is between two canon human characters from The Bad Guys movie, except they're furries. As you can see Misty Luggins is a lioness since lions work in a group called prides and in fact lionesses are the actual leaders of a pride. On the other hand we have Tiffany Fluffit as a black long-haired cat with a brown tint since she was a cat in the books lol.

[coyotiii17]

Finally drew those two since Valentine's Day is coming. Never really celebrated it myself, but why not draw some cute couples for it? :> Aghh I wish we could see more Becky and Zander, becayse they're so cute. If season 3 happened there would probably be more interactions between them, but sadly it never did. I'm also curious what her relationship would look like with the rest members of Freemaker family. Maybe one day I'll try to write some kind of fanfiction with Becky, but probably not so soon Dx Anyway, I love them and I'm still salty over the fact that Polish dub erased Becky from existence in season 1 lol But it was so brilliant to hint Becky through those 2 seasons and then just make her appear in the finale saving the Freemakers. Like, yeah that's the girl we were hearing so much from Zander! I also love the fact that Zander was like "Oh Becky? She has no idea who I am" and then Becky is there having this huge crush on him lmao- Glad they got together <3 BONUS:

[tuliptic]

♥️ Hello there! how have you been? I hope you've been well <333!

I'd like to participate in your "How will your Valentine's Day be like?" game, tysm for this lovely opportunity :3.

♥️ password : 🌷

♥️ my initials : C.C

♥️ The 2 PAC's that you created that completely tugged my heart (like no other boy has 😀...lol jk *I think*) :

"what sort of gift you are to people around you?"

for this PAC, I chose pile 2, and I resonated so SOO much to this reading that the beautiful words written in this reading (along the photos taken) became entirely unforgettable- like there would be times where I would just search around for PAC's to read (for both entertainment purposes and just b/c it's uplifting in ways I think others can relate to) and I would think back to "that one PAC" which would be this PAC b/c of how heard I felt. This reading really, and specifically, described who I was as a person and the kinds of genuine and compassionate intentions I intend to express/show. I felt heard since there would be times where I'd fear that my intentions or my actions are misinterpreted by others, so I stress and emphasize the acts of kindness (possibly to a fault), and knowing that I'm doing enough that it's seen by others, makes me happy. so thank you <3.

" 'you keep me awake at night,' they said but why? how?"

for this PAC, I also chose pile 2! ... okay so UH LOL, I'm a sucker for the PAC's that centers romance/FS (and I try not to rely my hopes for romance in the future on the FS pac's no worries!), but it also roots from the very fact that I'm a hopeless romantic as a whole, so yeah! when you posted this PAC, although I'm a single pringle, I just asked my guides this PAC's question regarding my FS ahah. I liked this reading the most because the illustrations you drew comforted me in a way- like it felt nostalgic (since as a child I drew the simple flowers and the such with vibrant colors, so I felt like it would be wrong to bypass this post that brought me a sense of peace and comfort), so I went towards this post and voila the reading I read made me smile. It made me smile the way I would have whenever I got boba tea LMAO. The reading for pile 2 felt like this calming and oh-so-loving message that felt like it was meant to be read. I love knowing what it would be like between me and my FS, and I've realized a funny pattern whenever I chose a pile from PAC's centering FS, and one of those patterns was in this reading, so it kind of was like a "ding ding 🛎️ confirmation perhapsssss?" YEP MHM :3 (I totally am not rereading this PAC or anything AHAH..*I am*)

I unfortunately don't have insta anymore so I can't follow you on instagram, but I sure hope and wish for any passerby to take interest in following your page, b/c I'm certain it's as lovely as your Tumblr page!!!

(wow this is spooky but I went on my love-playlist on Spotify and the song "Valentine" by Laufey just came on ERM? 😳 LIKE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING)

Also, I'm aware of the instructions I've followed, but I hope it's alright for me to add onto something of my own! I felt called to do this, so don't worry, I don't have any malice or suspicious intentions if that's what you could be wary about (I'm adding onto this heads up because I'm scared myself that my actions could be misinterpreted or some sort :'D). I just feel like I should input some songs that remind me of you (vibe/energy-wise) :

Love Affair by UMI

Irene by Jimmy Brown

Love Talk by WayV

Fukashigi No Carte

Comedy (Spy x Family)

I chose these songs because the majority of them is melodic, cheery/cutesy, and has a lot of depth and meaning in the lyrics. BUT although that's kind of the "majority" of it, the song that contradicts the cutesy parts of the songs would be "Love Talk" by WayV, because well if you listen to it and the meaning/implication of the lyrics- THEN WELL YEAH LMAO. Basically I'm trying to say that that's how your energy/overall vibe feels to me. It's like a duality of this soft/calming aura (which I felt strongly from your page's format/design) that is contradicted and mixed with this straightforward/direct and slightly impulsive aspect of yours (but it's like a very welcoming energy! which led to me following you tbh).

♥️

ANYWAYSSS have a wonderful day/evening/night wherever you are! Thank you so much for your time and energy, and I hope you take care too <3333, happy Chinese Valentine's Day as well!!

Thank you for your feedback! I enjoy reading them to the point idk how to put them into words, and thank you for the songs! I'll prolly drop by later to let you know what I think about them but I listened to them when I do your reading so... Yeah it's fun! Also I get what you mean with the duality. I wanted to have a soft aesthetic but me? Nothing soft about me I’m just a chaotic ball of fun and light hehet!

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How will Xiexieera's Valentine's be?

You: Temperance

This card legit flipped. Like it slid out from my hands, flipped flopped and dropped itself perfectly on the part/place I wanted it to be. It’s my first time seeing a card drop itself so prettily and gracefully. And that talks about your energy, about you during your Valentine’s Day. There’s this balance and grace that you have, where you’re very conscious about what you can do, what effects you have on your person, how you want to proceed with the relationship. There’s actually another Temperance card in your spread and hence, the theme of balance and moderation is very significant in your relationship. I’m seeing more of a balance with yourself instead of a balanced give-and-take with your person.

I have a feeling that you are excited for the date with your person (I’m seeing day time instead of night so maybe you have the day off or it’s on a weekend?). You probably haven’t met them in a long while and things may have been stagnant? Which is why the excitement. I’m seeing that you dress up really, really nice, like a princess, but deep in you, you’re an empress. So it’s like… Lemme reconstruct my words. You may dress slightly younger than your age, which you definitely can pull off. But there’s this matured and gentle energy that you have below the excitement. I’m feeling a warm and gentle energy here. This would probably be you during then. You’ve been through a lot and this relationship helped you to find your personal alignment, allowed you to heal, and you’ve been content with this relationship you’re in. Satisfied, comfortable, being in your skin have never felt this good to you. For some reason, god knows why, I’m seeing a bowling date. I don’t know why. But it explains a bit, where you may wear something sporty and makes you look younger than your actual age.

Them: The Sun

They’ve been wanting to spend some alone time with you from the crowd at school/work. Things have been rough on their side as well and also within themselves, where it’s like they’re also fixing whatever issues they’re facing. There’s some sort of personal alignment here, although they’re pretty much in their head. But there’s also a Lover’s card here which definitely talks about the relationship as a destined relationship (there’s a Destiny card here too). I’m seeing that this person is pretty young at heart but still has a grounded energy to them, tho the fiery energy stands out more lmAO. They can be pretty proud at times so you gotta make sure to not feed their ego too much. Even with all these, your person loves you and has always been there for you. They’ve been waiting for you and they’re basically over the moon when you’ve agreed to date them, and they really have worked hard to earn your approval. 

I think you’re the one who suggested the bowling date cuz you noticed how they’ve been stressed up and you just want them to relax. You sometimes take up the caretaker role and make sure that they’re taking care of themselves. I don’t know why but I’m seeing that this person may be younger than you hELP.

Overall: The Devil

I don’t see any spicy energy from this card. Most probably one of you has Capricorn placements. That’s all I can capture from this. But then, I do have extra messages. This date will bring you much bliss and limitless joy, and most of all, it will make you both review the purpose of this relationship you both share. You’ve been there for each other with willing hearts and hands, and that you’ve focused on the wholeness of the relationship. But, have you focused on each other and yourself individually? This is something to think about. But your person, oh my, aren’t they romantic. “Hug me, hold me, love me like your life depends on it.” Imagine you hugging them tightly, they’ll prolly end up in tears from how you hugged them.

You’ve prolly been worried and having some fears due to them being younger but whatever they do just assures you that they love you a lot. They’ve been wanting to ask you out quite some time ago before you date, even during the dating phase as well, worried that you’ll be too busy to entertain them, which explains why they may end up in tears from you hugging them hshshshs. You probably know them from a shared community so there’s something to watch for. And they prolly like sending you cheesy messages. Very air kinda energy. I’m basically picking up random messages instead of Valentine’s only right now.

Love Message : I love you. I’m always here for you.

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Thank you for reading until the end! Hope you enjoyed the reading and please leave feedbacks for this OvO You can leave them in my inbox so I can tag them accordingly