#Beauty Bay Midnight

[rachymarie]

A rare teefy smile 🦷

#me #self #selfie #my face #makeup #makeup looks #eye look #natural brows #eyeshadow #purple eye look #smokey eye #natural skin #except for primer #Benefit POREfessional Hydrate primer #Beauty Bay Midnight #Rude Cosmetics Reckless #hooded eyes #hooded eye makeup #green eyes #green-blue hybrid actually #sometimes blue eyes #no filter #no edits #thank the lord for ACC veneers #purple eyeshadow

[drzibs]

the horse girl in me wants so badly to draw eom’s trusty steeds….. i can see buttercup and witchstomper so clearly in my head

#chester and carlton too theyre palomino bros i know it in my heart #witchstomper is a chestnut lil shetland with white socks and has a blond mane and tail #buttercup…. my sassy little lady… shes a pretty dapple grey with a darker mane and tail she has to look smoky af #frank is a black beauty through and through i might be able to argue for white socks and a white star #and then theres dawn that mf is literally ganon’s steed in botw change my mind!!!!! #daffodil is an dark bay appaloosa shes got a dark mane and tail too #AHHHHHHHH #legends of avantris #edge of midnight #talking cat

[belladoesmakeup]

Hey guys,

As we all know Miss Taylor Swift announced she is releasing a brand new album called Midnights October 21st which I couldn’t be more excited about if I tried. In all the excitement I remembered I have a eyeshadow palette from By Beauty Bay called Midnight, you can imagine where I’m going with this. The colours match the album ascetic of the album so of course I had to do a makeup look. When it comes to this time of course I tend to wear more colours especially blues and purples and I think this is my favourite look I have done with those colours so far, so that being said let’s chat details.

Starting off this eye look I use my Fenty Beauty Pro’Fltr Eye Primer as my eye base. It’s a great formula with a sticky base so it really grips the shadows you apply. Starting my eye look off with a dark matte blue shade called Denim packed on my outer lid to give my eyes the winged shape look. Next up I apply a deep matte purple shadow called Iris in the centre of my eye lid while blending into the blue. Lastly for the mattes I apply a lilac shade called Catch to brighten my inner corner and again blend into the matte purple. By this stage you’ll have a fade of colour starting with lilac fading into purple and finishing in dark blue. To tie together the matte shades I then use the same shades on my lower lash line to mirror my eye lid. At this point if you don’t like shimmer shadows then your look is done!

However if like me you love shimmer shades then these next steps are for you. Since we’ve already mapped out our colours in matte we are now going to go over the mattes with the matching shimmer shades. Starting with the dark blue shimmer we have Bubbles, I love this shade and straight away it transforms the look. In the centre we are using a mixture of 2 purple glitter shades, the first shade is Electric which is a blue toned purple and the second is Jellies which is a bright purple. Lastly I use the shade Gleam which is a lilac shimmer applied to my inner corner. And then to complete the lion I use my Maybelline Sky High mascara which gives my lashes the fake lash look.

I’m so happy with how this makeup look looks and clearly I need to wear more shades like this more often. If you want to check out any of the products mentioned I linked them all above!

Lots of love

Bella x x

#midnights #Taylor swift #Taylor swift midnights #Swiftie #makeup tutorial #inspired makeup look #grwm #makeup #beauty #make up #photography #cosmetics #me #my photography #makeup blogger #makeup look #girl #by beauty bay #beauty bay #eyeshadow tutorial #tutorial #beauty vlog #beauty blogger #blog #blogger #lifestyle #lifestyle blog #makeup review #MUA

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's a mechanic, has a shop in Indy. It's only got two bays, but he owns it, he saved up the money, it's his. He runs it with Wayne, is building up a customer base. He loves it.

Within the year, a bakery opens up next door, separated from Eddie's shop by a narrow alley. He has a perfect view into the bakery's kitchen from the shop's office, and almost immediately catches a glimpse of the drop-dead gorgeous guy behind the mixing bowl. He's got sun-golden skin, swoopy brown hair, wide puppy dog eyes, the poutiest mouth, and a face dotted with freckles. Eddie gapes at him for a solid two-minutes, salivating over the bunch and pull of his muscles as he kneads a ball of dough. A wet dream come true.

Eddie's always sneaking glances at the shop next door, can't seem to keep his gaze off the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Over the next few months, he becomes familiar with this herd of kids that hang around the bakery at all hours. There's one, curly-haired and mouthy, who often makes the baker frown with his hands on his hips, but as soon as the boy walks away, the baker smiles all wide and fond.

It's a silly crush, no big deal. He has a weakness for brown-eyed pretty boys, so what? It's not like he's going to do anything crazy, like make a move.

It's past midnight, a few months after the bakery opens, and Eddie's in his little office, doing the monthly accounting. He's exhausted, tired of calculators and numbers, when a flash of light catches at the corner of his eye. He blinks a few times, sure it's the exhaustion setting in, but it doesn't go away.

Instead, there's a light on over at the bakery. It's a kitchen light, and the baker is standing at the stainless steel counter, looking unlike Eddie's ever seen. His hair is a soft wave, swooping onto his forehead. He wears grey sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt. Tonight, his movements are less precise and practiced; he's slow and contemplative as he gathers ingredients and mixing bowls.

It's been long enough Eddie should look away, but he forgets that it isn't a dream, that he's actually watching the baker roll up his sleeves as he whisks. It's inevitable that, eventually, the baker catches Eddie staring. He just smiles, though, and waves. Eddie manages to return the greeting before awareness smacks him in the face, and he flees the office and the building in acute embarrassment.

They share waves after that. Smiles. Laughter once when Eddie's reading over an invoice and walking, smacks face-first into the doorframe. Eye rolls after the baker gets into an impassioned argument with the curly-haired boy, one that involves a copious amount of thrown flour.

They exchange waves and smiles and goofy expressions, and it shouldn't escalate further, but one day Eddie steps into the shop's waiting room to find the curly-haired boy sitting behind the reception desk, flipping through Eddie's new dnd guide.

"What." Eddie says.

"You," says the boy. He's pointing and glaring and Eddie is a little scared.

"Me?"

"You like dnd?"

He hopes his sigh of relief isn't audible. "Best DM this town has ever seen." He postures and smirks.

"Doubt it," the boy says.

Eddie lets out an offended squeak, dramatically smashes his hand over his heart. "Insulted! Maligned! In my own place of business! Oh!" He falls into a dramatic swoon.

The boy snickers. "I'm Dustin," he says.

"Eddie." They shake hands and Eddie does not laugh at how overly serious this is all is. "Sir Dustin, what brings you to my fine establishment?"

Dustin shrugs. "Steve."

"Steve?"

Dustin rolls his eyes. "The bakery."

"Oh," Eddie says. Steve. The baker is Steve.

He's having a little trouble breathing, sure he's done something wrong, a distinct feeling of doom settling on his shoulders. "Why?"

"He won't stop talking about the mechanic next door but refuses to introduce himself. Plus, I saw your D20 tattoo the other day."

Eddie's barely hearing him, reeling over the knowledge that Steve talks about him to his gaggle of children. He barely hears the rest of the conversation, but the next day Dustin shows up with the rest of the kids, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, Erica, Will.

They're loud, chaotic, wild, and somehow--before they leave--they've coerced him into running a one-shot for them. They come by in twos and threes for the rest of the week, eating all the snacks in the waiting room mini-fridge and talking at him and Wayne as they work.

It's Friday, it's sweltering, he's closing the shop for the night with the top of his coveralls hanging off hips, his sweat soaked undershirt tossed behind a tool chest. He steps into the waiting area and nearly jumps out of his skin to find a man there, holding a plastic container.

Steve.

"H--hi," he stutters. And fuck, he's shirtless. He's standing in front of Steve for the first time and his nipples are out. This is it, the moment he finally dies of embarrassment.

Steve's eyes are locked on Eddie's torso for a few seconds too long, cheeks flushing. He blinks, finally looking at Eddie's face. "I'm Steve. From the--the bakery next door?" He points. "I--uh--I wanted to stop by and apologize?"

"What?" Eddie asks. There's too much happening for him to keep up.

"Um, the kids?"

And Eddie can't fathom why he needs to apologize, can only stare at Steve in confused disbelief.

"It's just. They can be kind of a handful. I used to babysit Mike and the whole group of them started following me around, and--Anyway, I think Dustin took it upon himself to try to introduce us. I've been wondering where they keep disappearing off to, and Max told me today that they're here with you, and I thought I probably owed you an apology. You're trying to work and I know they can be a bunch of shitheads, and oh my god, I'm rambling, I really am turning into Robin, Jesus Christ."

Eddie is fucked. Oh he's so fucked. He's charmed, endeared, can't stop smiling at Steve who is somehow even more beautiful up close.

"I forgive you," Eddie says. "They're nice kids."

Steve lets out a hard breath. "They are, huh?" He smiles. "Don't let them hear you say that. You'll never get a moment's peace. And they shouldn't have been over here bothering you, anyway."

"It wasn't a bother. Though, they did eat all my snacks and swindle me into running a one-shot for them. Still not sure how that happened."

Steve laughs and his eyes crinkle at the corner. So fucked. So fucked. "I should've known that you play that game of theirs."

"Aw, not a dnd fan, Stevie?"

Steve blushes. "It's--there's a lot of math."

Eddie laughs, already knows he's never getting over this one. "You bake professionally."

"It's different?" Steve laughs. "Fine, fine! You got me, it's not my thing."

"Bet I could change your mind," Eddie says. He doesn't mean to be flirting, can't stop himself.

"I bet you could," Steve agrees. He moves his hand, like maybe he's going to run it through his swoop of hair, then seems to remember he's holding baked goods. "Oh, uh, please take these cupcakes as my apology for accidentally saddling you with my group of semi-feral children."

"You're already forgiven, but I'll never say no to a cupcake."

"You should stop by the shop tomorrow, then" Steve says. "On the house."

"You've already given me these." He wiggles the cupcakes in Steve's pretty face.

"I only save the free samples for the hottest customers." Steve does run a hand through his hair now, and it's dorky as fuck, but Eddie still feels like he's died and this is heaven. "See you tomorrow?"

Eddie can only nod as Steve backs out of the office with a cheeky little wave.

He goes to the bakery the next day, sure he just let his crush get away from him and imagined the entire interaction with Steve. Except, when he walks in, Steve smiles all big and pretty in his little blue apron, invites Eddie back to the kitchen.

And if they share their first kiss against the stainless steel countertops, it's between them, Wayne, and all the kids who spy on them from the shop's office window.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #mechanic eddie munson #baker steve harrington #ficlet #fluff #meet cute #mutual pining #matchmaker dustin henderson #longing glances #dustin is sick of hearing steve talk about the hot mechanic next door but never making a move #dustin makes it for him #the party are a bunch of well-meaning menances #for some reason insomnia is an intrinsic part of steve's character even in an au

[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Part One Part Two

☒ Summary: There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be free, and you longed for that freedom more than anything.The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastor’s arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. Within hours, you would be liberated.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, happy ending! silly lucifer, vox gets destroyed emotionally, lots of cursing and a light sugestive undertone, angsty and fluffy (a perfect combo) heavily yandere!vox coded, blushy alastor, husband alastor being the sweetest ever

☒ Word Count: 3,545

You awoke to an empty room after what transpired last night. Slowly, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. There was a note on your night table- you noticed it as you sat up. It was from Vox.

Sorry, I cannot be here when you wake, sweetheart. Val is being a pain in my ass. So, duty calls. I'll be up to check on you later. There's breakfast downstairs if you're hungry.  With love, Vox

The kinder he was to you, the more remorse you felt. 

Soon, all of this would be behind you, and that's what you had to remind yourself of. 

You took your time rolling out of bed this morning. You dreaded the day ahead of you. As you finished dressing yourself, you caught something in the corner of your eye. You spotted an envelope tucked under your closed window. The corners of the crimson letter lifted from the harsh breeze outside. You wasted no time snatching the tattered note, instantly recognizing the handwriting on the front.  

It was from Alastor.

My Dearest, Gather your prized possessions. I'll be here at midnight to bring you to your proper home- our home. Lucifer will nullify the contract you have with Vox moments after I retrieve you. So worry not, my dear. Within hours, you will be free.  Yours truly, Alastor P.S. Be sure to burn this after you've read it. 

You could hear your heartbeat as your hands shook, tossing the letter into your fireplace. The finish line was just out of reach. You could do this. You hastily began grabbing the belongings you've accumulated over the years, stuffing them into a bag Vox had gifted you for your birthday one year.

As you began gathering your things, the nostalgia kicked in. As did the guilt that sucker punched you right in the gut. 

Each item you stuffed into the tote brought back a pleasant memory. Your favorite tee that you wore to bed each night, for instance. 

You hadn't a clue how Vox even knew this piece of fabric was so meaningful to you. Nor how he obtained it to begin with. But, when Vox re-gifted it to you, you broke down. He seemed startled by your reaction, uttering apology after apology. Vox assumed his gesture did not go over well. But it was quite the contrary. This piece of home made you feel a little less alone in an unfamiliar place. You cried out a meek "Thank you." offering Vox a shaky smile as you wiped your tears away. 

You shoved all of those memories into the back of your mind. The same way you shoved your belongings into the tote. There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be free— and you longed for that freedom more than anything.

The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastor’s arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. You took a deep breath, slapping your cheeks a few times to snap yourself out of this stupor. Within hours, you would be free.

Vox had been so angry when Velvette called— disrupting his precious time watching you slumber. These moments were few and far between since you forbid him from installing cameras in your room. Vox grumbled to himself as he stood from the chair, ending the call with Velvette after receiving the news about "Needing to get the piss baby under control."

Slowly, he approached your sleeping frame, admiring you. The rise and fall of your chest. The pleasant expression decorating your beautiful features and the hardly noticeable tremble of your fingers at the hem of your favorite shirt.

It was a cute routine of yours. You tended to play with the stitching at the base of your sleep shirt before you nodded off each night. The sheets always slipped down your frame from how you tossed and turned, giving him a perfect view of your little habit.

Vox recorded this moment for his private use. He knew your self-soothing technique was the reason your shirt was so tattered. Vox put the pieces together ages ago. He never forgot the day he re-gifted you that flimsy old shirt.

When you started living here seven years ago, you arrived with nothing. Vox sensed your anxiety from your lack of familiarity. So he had a chauffeur take him to your and Alastor's newly desolate home. 

Vox rummaged through your personal belongings for a good while, to the lack of your knowledge. Inhaling your scent; which enshrouded your garments. One shirt, in particular, stood out to Vox. He noticed the wear and tear in the fabric, giving it so much character and conveying a story of its own. He assumed this tee was sentimental, so Vox took it. Hoping that a piece of home would put your mind at ease. He had also confiscated your perfume and other personal garments for himself. But you hardly needed to know that.

When Vox gave the shirt to you, your eyes filled with tears as you offered him a sweet little thank you. That stirred something deep within him. Something dark. Vox's obsession only doubled by the day after that, and for some reason, you were wholly oblivious.

Vox supposed that was the moment he knew his fixation with you was severe.

You took his kindness for weakness, Vox assumed. But little did you know, the love he had for you only made him all the more hostile. If he had you, Vox had no use for anything or anyone else. Plain and simple. You were all he desired— all he needed.

The memories you shared over the years replayed in Vox’s mind as he persisted in his daily tasks. He hoped you had read the note he left you by now, taking the liberty of treating yourself to some delicious breakfast. Vox had the personal chefs make your favorite this morning. He figured you needed a little pick me up after the harrowing night you endured.

His poor little sweetheart, maybe he should visit you earlier tonight. Any moment without you in it was far too long for Vox.

You paced around the ransacked room. The clock read a quarter to twelve. You were in the home stretch. Alastor would be here soon, as would Lucifer. Suddenly, a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. 

"Sweetheart, may I come in?" 

Oh no, this was not according to plan.

Normally, Vox finished his work around two in the morning. He would visit you a couple of minutes after he finished up. But why was he early tonight? Did he possibly catch on to your antics?

"Ah! N-No! Not yet- I am indecent!" You sputtered out. Fuck, this was bad. Really bad. Vox was quiet for a moment before his voice boomed once more. 

"You sound- off. I'm coming in." You hurriedly tucked your packed-up bag under your bed, throwing on your robe to hide the outfit you had on. You prepared to take your leave, so your usual sleep attire was nowhere to be seen.

Fuck, Fuck- Fuck! He wasn't this stupid. Vox was going to see right through your bullshit. The trashed room was a dead giveaway. 

Vox barreled through the door, making a beeline to where you stood. "V-Vox! Wait-" His slender fingers cupped your cheeks, a look of worry glitching onto his features. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?"

He was too focused on you to notice the state of your room. A shaky breath escaped you as you forced a smile, bringing your hands up to your chest. You waved them in front of yourself. In an attempt to show him everything was alright. Which- it wasn't. 

"Nothing- Really! I'm okay, just a bit sleepy. Can we talk more tomorrow?" You forced a yawn. Placing your hands on his chest, an attempt to soothe his worries. Vox gave you a pointed look as he let out a sigh. His hands that cupped your cheeks traveled a little lower. The gentle caress down your neck and collarbones sent a chill up your spine. "Of course we can. Here, let me tuck you in." 

Panic flooded your senses as he tugged at the tie of your robe. "I-I'm cold! So I figured I'd sleep with this on tonight!" Your hands were trembling as you stopped him from undoing the knot. Vox looked more concerned than ever from your skittish display. "Sweetheart, you're trembling! Come, let's get you under the covers." 

All you could do was nod in agreement as Vox's hand wrapped around the small of your back. He guided you to the bed, and that's when he noticed something was off. "Sweetheart... where's your favorite blanket, and why is it not on your bed?" His voice was even but a pitch lower. You froze in place, not daring to peer up at him. "I took it to get washed! It was looking a little bleak." Your voice was shaky as you lied through your teeth.

Vox's grip on your frame tightened as he slithered his arm down to grasp your hip. His hold on you was bruising as his other hand came to clutch the opposite side of your waist. He swiftly turned you to face him, dipping low to get in your field of view. "Why the fuck are you lying to me?" 

Oh fuck, this was the end for you.

His eyes were glowing bright and swirling with anger. A frown was prominent on his monitor. "I'm not! I swear- stop! Vox- you're h-hurting me!" His grip only became more brutal as his face pushed closer to yours. Vox invaded your senses. You felt claustrophobic- trapped. "Lies, lies, and more lies! Utter one more from those sweet lips of yours, and you'll be sorry."

Tears brimmed at your waterline, threatening to spill. Sure, Vox's grip was painful- but more than anything, you were petrified. 

"I believe you are holding something that belongs to me!"

The radio static filled the room, as did an air of malice. Vox snapped his head toward your window- met with the sight of his age-old rival, Alastor. "How the fuck did you get in here? I have security cameras lining the entire building! Inside and out!" Vox's grip around your hips loosened from the pure shock of what was unraveling before him. You took the opportunity to slither out of his grasp, frantically running over to your husband. 

"Ha! Your sense of security is flawed! You'll have to try harder than that to keep me away next time, old pal!" Alastor laughed bitterly as you cowered behind him. You seized his waist from behind tightly, hands still trembling. "Although, there won't be a next time! Oh heavens no! Not after the way you put your hands on my wife." The radio crackle was more prominent as your husband's shadow tendrils outstretched toward Vox. 

Alastor restrained the pitiful man before him. You peeked over your husband's frame. Getting a glimpse of his murderous expression. His eyes were in the shape of radio dials as crimson blood spilled past his grinning lips. "You fucker! You should have stayed away! Have you forgotten that I own your sweet little wife?"

"Uhh... not for much longer! Uh oh! It looks like someone is late to the party, am I right, Malastor? Aha!" You jumped from the boisterous voice filling the room. Your head whipped over to where Lucifer himself, now stood at your husband's other side. The King of Hell nudged your husband with his elbow, looking for approval from his witty remark. 

"Malastor-?" You sounded dumbfounded before your husband cleared his throat. "Yes, yes indeed! Now, get on with it, little Luci! Time is ticking!" Alastor spat through gritted teeth, shooting Lucifer a warning glare. The short blonde man scoffed, muttering under his breath about how "He was taller where it counted most!" Lucifer approached an annoyed Vox. He thrashed against his constraints but to no avail. 

"What the fuck are you of all demons doing here?" Vox spat, eyes swirling with murderous intent. He was beyond pissed, and it terrified you. Alastor could sense your anxiety and wrapped an arm around your waist. He pulled you snugly into his side, giving your hip a light squeeze. 

"Your old pal Malastor and I struck a deal! So no more wifey soul for you Mr. TV man!" Lucifer said in a sing-song voice. Without further ado; The King of Hell's horns poked past his golden hair. Wings fluttered out as a blue aura surrounded Vox. "No! You fucking can't- she's mine!" Vox shouted, tugging wickedly against his restraints. 

You watched in awe as the essence of your soul was extracted from Vox's chest. He let out a pained groan while Lucifer held out his palms, gently cradling your soul. A gasp was pulled from your lips as your collar and chain appeared around your neck. Lucifer turned toward you, offering you a wide grin as he approached. "Looks like ya dropped something!" The King of Hell joked, earning a warning glare from your husband as he brought your soul up to your chest. 

Gently, Lucifer overlapped his hands before pressing them into your diaphragm. You let out a breathless gasp as you felt your soul lodge itself into your chest. It felt foreign. You had been without it for ages now, so to be whole again was... liberating. With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, the azure collar around your neck fractured in half. It plunged to the floor along with the leash before it withered away.

The waterworks that threatened to spill past your lashline all this time finally slipped. Hot tears cascaded down your cheeks as you let out a small chuckle. "Thank you- both of you." You turned toward your husband. Alastor smiled brightly down at you as you brought your shaky hands up to wrap around his slender neck. You pulled his face low to meet yours halfway. Alastor took the hint, a small blush blanketing his cheeks as your lips meshed with his. 

The kiss was tender and loving. Alastor's large palms wasted no time cupping your face. He gently wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "I've dreamt of this moment countlessly over the years we spent apart, my dear," Alastor whispered against your lips, forehead flush to yours. Your heart pounded against your ribcage from his words. 

"Me too, Al. I can't believe this is happening right now." You giggled before Lucifer obnoxiously cleared his throat. Pulling you out of your sweet reunion with your husband. "This is lovely and all, but I upheld my side of the deal, Malastor! So you better do the same, or else I will fuck you!" Your mouth fell agape at the King of Hell's words. Alastor just tilted his head in confusion before you muttered, "Uh... I'm sure he meant to say fuck you up, my love."

"Yeah, that! Wait- what did I say?" You shook your head in disbelief as another laugh escaped you. Who would have thought the ruler of hell would be such a goofball? "Anyway, I'm gonna go! My job here is done!" With that, Lucifer took his leave out the window, humming a little tune to himself as his wings carried him through the night. 

Alastor clutched your hand, squeezing it firmly. "Come along, my dear! It's about time you returned to your rightful home!" You nodded in agreement, releasing his hand to retrieve the bag you stashed under your bed. Suddenly, Vox's hand slipped free from Alastor's shadow tendrils. He wrapped his slender fingers around your ankle, pulling a frightened yelp from you. "After everything I've done for you... this is how you repay me?"

Vox's voice was low, wavering slightly. You could feel his glare on you. But you didn't dare to look his way. "Let go of me! I don't owe you anything, and you no longer own me. So give it up." You spat. Alastor's tendril twisted around Vox's arm, yanking it away from your ankle. The pitiful man winced as you took this opportunity to grab your things and get the fuck out of this hell hole. 

"You'll come to regret this, sweetheart! You're mine, soul or no soul! And if I can't have you... no one can. Do you hear me?" Vox shouted at the top of his lungs as you took your husband's hand. Not daring to look back at the man you spent the last seven years chained to. "See, that's where you are wrong, chap! My darling wife was never yours to claim! Ha! How pathetic you are. Thank you for quite the pitful display!"

Alastor chuckled darkly as he took your bag for you, hoisting it over his shoulder. Without another word, Alastor's shadows surrounded you both. Taking you to a better place. The last you heard before you disappeared was Vox screaming your name along with the pitful cries of "I love you!" You felt a twinge of remorse for him, but it was fleeting.

The new scenery before you was bright and colorful. "Guys! They're back!" A cheery voice shouted. The Princess of Hell pulled you and your husband into a bear hug. "Oh, I just knew you could do it Alastor! I'm so happy that your wife is now a part of our found family!" You smiled at her words, glancing over to a rather stiff Alastor. You chuckled from his posture before another voice grabbed your attention. 

"You two definitely make a cute couple! Who knew Mister Fancy Talk Creepy Voice had game? Kudos, man!" The feminine spider demon approached you before one of his hands took yours. "The name's Angel Dust! A pleasure to properly meet ya toots!" He bounced your hand lazily before shooting you a playful wink. You returned the kind gesture, introducing yourself with a smile. 

"That's a pretty name. I'm Vaggie, and it's good to have you here." The petite woman gave you a small smile and a nod from where she now stood beside Charlie. You muttered a thank you before Alastor swept you up into his arms. You let out a small yelp as your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders. 

"Alright, the meet and greet is over! My dearest and I have some lost time to make up for!" Alastor's grin never faltered as he shuffled out of the foyer and up the steps. You heard a loud whistle coming from Angel and a shout of "Don't break the bed!" from Vaggie. Which caused embarrassment to course through your veins. 

You giggled as your husband ushered you into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed with his hoof before placing you down gently. You kept your arms secured around his shoulders as you buried your face into Alastor's chest. You breathed in his scent. Something so nostalgic yet ever-present. Alastor hummed your wedding song into your hair as his hands tapped along to the tune against your waist. "Let's dance, my darling!" 

Alastor lifted you slightly, allowing the balls of your feet to rest on the tops of his hooves. You giggled as he began taking broad steps, twirling you around the large room. "Do you remember our wedding, dearest? Our first dance was nearly ravaged by a drunken Mimzy! Ha!" You shook your head at the memory. Husk had cut her off for the night- and let's just say the rowdy woman didn't take that too well. "How could I forget! Husker's tail tripled in size- and Mimzy uttered curses I had never even heard before!" 

You both laughed at the memory as Alastor slowed his roll. Gazing down at you with unadulterated love swirling within his crimson eyes. His smile shrunk slightly as he brought a hand up to grasp your chin. "I truly apologize for disappearing all those years back without notice. It wasn't my decision, and if there's one thing I regret most in this world... It's making you feel like I willingly abandoned you." A frown decorated your husband's features. His eyebrows were knit in dismay.

You cooed at him, bringing your hands up to card through his two-toned locks. "It's behind us now, my love. Please, don't torture yourself anymore. I love you, and I couldn't be happier to be in your arms again!" Your gentle words tugged at his heartstrings. A small blush coated his cheeks as your fingernails grazed the base of his ears. "I love you more, my darling." The radio static in his voice was nowhere to be found. It was Alastor's true voice conveying his authentic feelings. 

You wasted no time pulling him down for a kiss, which he happily obliged to. Your lips molded perfectly against one another. You could hear your heartbeat as Alastor caressed your waist lovingly with one hand. His other hand remained at your chin, tilting your face slightly with his grip to deepen the kiss. For being a demon in hell, it sure felt like you were in heaven at this very moment. 

What was once lost was now found, and you couldn't be more thrilled to make up for lost time with your husband, Alastor.

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[pitchsidestories]

Just a little crush II Kim Little x Beattie!Reader

masterlist I word count: 3192

a/n: sorry, It's a lengthy one, but we hope you still enjoy it. ❤️

“Lee, who’s that girl talking to Jen?”, Kim Little asked Arsenal’s vice-captain while licking her lips nervously. They and some other family and friends gathered for a party to send Jen Beattie off who was going to California to join Bay FC.

There was something about that young woman standing next to her friend which was making her feel and think things the midfielder never did before, but she didn’t want to dwell on them any further as it would lead to much more questions and less clear answers.

Amused Leah Williamson raised her eyebrows:” Oh Kimmy, you don’t recognize her? It’s Jennis baby sister, she’s fresh out of Edinburgh University!”

“That’s not Jen’s sister! She looked so much younger last time.”, the Scottish woman shook her head in disbelief.

Still smiling the England captain replied: “Yes, it’s, she’s 25 now.”

“Oh wow.”, Kim muttered.

Noisily Beth Mead took part in their conversation:” Who are you two gossiping about? I want to know.”

“Jens little sis.”, Leah answered with a smug smile on her face.

“She turned into a real beauty, right?”, the blonde forward winked watching Kim turning red.

Much to her dismay the defender noticed it:” think our captain would agree with you.”

“Stop it.. I’m not.”, Kim explained slightly embarrassed.

“Having a little crush?”, Beth teased her teammate grinning.

Tuning in Steph Catley chirmed:” Oh Kim, that’s so cute.”

“I don’t have a crush.”, their captain disagreed. She felt relived when Jen came along distracting from the gossiping football players.

“Hi guys, remember my little sister?”, the tall Scottish defender asked.

Cheerful you greeted them:” Hi, everyone.”

“Hello great to see you again. Even though the reason is kind of sad.”, Beth responded with a sad smile.

Empathetically you nodded:” No, I agree but shamefully can’t wait to visit her soon in Cali.”

“You all act like I’m disappearing forever.”, your big sister laughed. Even though you knew the farewell felt equally as bittersweet to her.

Quickly Lia Wälti hugged her: “We can’t help how we’re feeling, Jen. It’s a big loss for us and a big win for Bay FC.”

“You girls are the sweetest.”, Jen whispered, she was so grateful for the friendships she made during her time at Arsenal.

Big eyed Steph Catley responded:” I’ll miss my favourite neighbour.”

“I’ll miss living next to you too, Steph.”, the defender answered truthfully.

This was the moment you found the time to talk to Kim directly to express your gratitude towards her:” Thanks for letting me stay at your place for a few weeks, Kim.”

“You’re welcome. Now that your sister can’t let you stay anymore.”, the older woman waved it off.

“I really appreciate it.”

With a small smile the midfielder told you in a reassuring tone:” You can stay as long as you want. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a great time together.”, Jen intervened confidently.

You gave your sister a nod: “I’m sure we’ll.“

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed. You felt right at home with your sisters teammates who happily shared stories about Jen with and made sure your glass was never empty.

It was only after midnight that Kim appeared right in front of you, reaching out a hand towards you: “Come, I’ll get you home.“

“Now?“, you asked, surprised by how drunk you sounded already.

Kim just raised an eyebrow but did not comment on it: “Yes, it’s late.“

“Bye, Jen!“, you shouted across the room to your sister while Kim helped you into your coat.

With one swift motion, Jen came over and pulled you into a tight hug: “Bye, you two.“

Luckily, the way home in Kims car was short. You were by sleep and found it difficult to keep your eyes open. Once Kim led you into the guest room of her apartment, you let yourself fall onto the bed with a relieved sigh. Kims dog curled into a ball at your feet.

“This is really cozy.“, you mumbled, burying your face into the soft pillows.

Kim watched you from the doorway: “Glad you feel at home here.“

“Good night, Kim.“

The corners of her mouth quirked up as she closed the door behind her and you fell into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up early the next morning and decided to make coffee for yourself and Kim. The coffee was just done brewing as Kim came back from walking her dog. Beaming, you handed her a mug: “Morning, this one is for you.“

She gave you a surprised look first but then took the coffee from you: “Oh. Thank you.“

“You’re welcome. Also I hope I didn’t say anything weird when we went home last night.“, you said as you sat down at the kitchen table together. You took a sip of coffee to hide your reddening cheeks behind the cup.

“No. Like what?“, Kim asked inquiringly.

You decidedly ignored her question and only reacted to the first part: “Oh good.“

“You almost immediately fell asleep.“, she explained plainly.

Changing the topic, you suggested: “Do you like Pizza? When I’m done with my interview, I could get some on the way back.“

Finally, a small smile appeared on the football players face: “Sure, why not?“

“Okay, great.“

With a glance toward the kitchen clock, Kim announced: “I have to leave for training now. So, see you later?“

“Yes, see you.“, you smiled at her.

Just before Kim walked out, she paused for a moment: “Oh, wait.“

“Uhm, yes?“, you patiently looked at her as she walked back into the kitchen.

“I forgot to give you the keys.“, she said, carefully tossing them in you direction.

You caught them with a grin: “Right. Thank you, Kim.“

“See you later. Good luck with your interview.”, Kim replied.

You were almost at the door when you turned around to face her beaming with hopefulness: “Thanks. Have fun in training!”

During training Kim warmed up with Cloé Lacasse. The Canadian striker asked her curiously:” So you got yourself a roommate, Kim?”

“I was more or less assigned a roommate, Cloé. She was supposed to stay with Jen, but she decided to leave us.”, the Arsenal captain explained with a deep sigh.

With a mischievous smile on her lips Leah came to a stop right next to the older women: “The most important part is though that Kim has a Girl crush on said roommate.”

Annoyed by her comment Kim rolled her eyes at the defender:” I don’t have a girl crush, Leah.”

“Kim is straight too.”, the Canadian forward added.

“Right.”, the Scottish midfielder nodded. Although deep inside of her something didn’t sit right with it although it has been true for so many years at this point. Why did your presence make her question things she thought she knew about herself.

This didn’t impress Leah in the least: “You should have been there Cloé when they met at Jens Farewell Party.”

“Well, I can’t wait to hopefully meet her soon.”, Cloé answered politely.

Frustrated Kim intervened:” You guys are making a way too big deal out of it.”

“If you need to chat though we’re here for you, Kim.”, Beth offered warmly.

Stubbornly the Scottish woman shook her head: “I don’t need to chat. She’s just staring at my place.”

“Alright, just saying.”, the England forward mumbled.

“It’s not a big deal.”, her captain repeated in a serious tone which made obvious that she was done with talking for now.

Reading the signs Leah decided:” Let’s get back to training.”

Finally, Kim thought relieved as they started to move again, distracting from the whirlwind, which was currently inside of her, giving her a peace of mind for the moment.

In the early evening you returned to Kim’s place announcing cheerfully:” Hi, I got the pizza.”

“Thanks. How did your interview go?”, she wanted to know from you.

As you were setting up the table for dinner, you told her about it:” Not too bad, actually. They said my writing is promising but they asked me if I really want to stay focused on women’s football.”

Interested the Scottish woman looked up to you:” What did you say to them?”

“That I don’t want to change my focus, I love writing about women’s football and the culture surrounding it.”, you responded.

Proudly Kim remarked:” Your sister would have done the same in your position.”

“She would’ve, right?”, you asked her cautiously.

Kim nodded once with conviction: “Absolutely.“

“There’s still such a long way to go… although the recent success helped a bit.“, you thought out loud, a sad smile tugging on your lips.

“You don’t have to tell me.“, Kim replied with her gaze trained on the kitchen table.

You could sense that the football player felt a similar way about the topic. Your curiosity was piqued so you continued: “For you and Jen it must have been an amazing progress to live through.“

“Yes. We’re lucky to be part of this generation. Selling out stadiums is something that a few years ago we thought was impossible.“, she explained calmly.

You were reminded of your sisters first football games. She was not getting paid to play yet and the number of fans was ridiculously low compared to this season. You bit your lip: “Yes, I remember that too.“

“I appreciate that you want to keep focusing on womens football.“

Hearing her say that made your heart flutter for a brief moment. But you were also reminded how quickly the atmosphere had changed. You sighed and with all the enthusiasm you could muster, said: “We should eat the pizzas now before they get too cold.“

“You’re right.“

As you both sat down, taking the first slices of the pizza, you admitted: “But I do love talking about football with you.“

“We can continue at another time if you want.“, Kim suggested a little more relaxed.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.“

“Me too.“

“Great.“

Kim put her slice of pizza down and looked at you thoughtfully: “We’re playing at home on the weekend. You should come watch.“

“Yes, I’ll be there.“, you politely smiled back at her.

Kims focus had already shifted back to her pizza: “Great.“

 The stadium was starting to fill on the following Sunday while players walked out to warm up. You were engrossed in a conversation with your friend Emily who after a long time of convincing had finally agreed to come to the game with you. You completely missed that Cloe Lacasse walked out on the pitch with Kim and curiously nodded in your direction: “So that’s her?“

“Yes, that’s her.“, Kim replied, a frown on her face as she spotted you close to the field.

“Is that her girlfriend? The one who’s standing next to her?“, the Canadian wanted to know.

Kim shrugged and shook her head: “She didn’t say anything about a girlfriend.“

Still, her gaze lingered on the two of you for a little longer.

The game ended with an easy win for Arsenal. Apart from the goals of Cloe and Alessia Russo, Kim also converted a penalty. The atmosphere in the stadium after the game was great and you immediately felt at home. However, the mood between the players on the pitch was less elated.

Leah Williamson bumped her captain with her shoulder: “Kim? You’re even quieter than usual.“

“What? I’m just focused.“, the midfielder replied, pulling away from her teammate.

The younger player couldn’t ask any further as you hugged the Scottish woman and sung:” Kim, you had a fantastic game, Kim!” Seeing the England captain you added blushing:”Hi Lee.”

Smiling Leah couldn’t help but to notice the height difference between you two, you were almost as tall as Jen while your roommate was fairly small: “Our skipper was great, right?”

“Yes, she definitely was.”, with that said you let Kim down.

Much to your surprise she didn’t look happy despite the comfortable win:”Thanks.”

The midfielder didn’t say anything further instead she left the room and left you clueless. Puzzled you turned around to look at her teammate: “Well, that was a bit strange do you know what’s going on, Leah?”

“I think she’s a bit jealous.”, the blonde replied seriously.

Baffled by that you let out a shaky laugh:” Jealous? Kim?”

Leah grinned: “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you brought your girlfriend.”, the defender replied, crossing her arms in front of her.

“My girlfriend? Emily is just a friend!”, you corrected her, shaking your head in disbelief.

Sceptical Leah rose an eyebrow at you:” Oh, is she?”

“Yes, wait, did Kim think that Em was my girlfriend?”, you questioned her.

Thoughtfully Leah responded:” Maybe.”

“I need to talk to her.”, you decided.

With an empathetic smile on her lips the blonde held you back: “Maybe not now.”

You listened to her advice, so you went back to Emily and brought her home before making your way slowly to Kim’s home. In your mind it already was yours too.

On her car ride home Jen phone called the Arsenal captain:” Hi mate, great game!”

“Thanks, Jen. How’s California?”, Kim asked her.

“It’s been really great so far., the defender sounded happily before turning more serious, but you texted that you needed to talk?”

Earnestly Kim told her: “Yes. About your sister. Did you know that she’s dating someone?”

“What? No, she’s single.”, she mumbled convinced.

“What do you mean? She brought someone to our game today?”, the midfielder frowned.

Quickly Jen explained: “Yes Emily, she’s just a friend of her, Kimmy.”

“Are you sure? They seemed close?”, Kim almost felt something like relief by her former teammates reply. Although she didn’t dare to trust the news yet.

“Kim, I’m sure of that besides Emily has a boyfriend.”, Jen chuckled.

“If you say so.”

“But you can ask my sister again. Kim are you jealous?”, the defender wanted to know from her friend.

Offended Kim scoffed at her:” Why would I be jealous? I was just wondering why she’d stay with me when she’s got a girlfriend here.”

“Now you know. I need to go to training, hope to hear from you soon, mate?” After a few goodbyes they ended the phone call and the Arsenal captain tried to focus on the drive instead of the turmoil which was inside her.

When the door closed behind Kim, you looked up from the food you were cooking. While the Arsenal players showered and debriefed at the stadium, you had hurried to get home and surprise your housemate with a freshly cooked dinner. “Kim? Hi, I started cooking…“, you greeted her.

The football player raised her eyebrows in surprise: “You’re already here?“

You nodded: “Yes, Emily had to go back to her boyfriend who has a bit of a cold. Otherwise we might have gone to a pub. Do you want a drink to celebrate the win?“

“No, thanks. I usually don’t drink after games.“, Kim answered plainly, putting her bag down next to the kitchen table.

You grimaced: “Oh, right. Sorry. So water?“

“Sure. What are you cooking?“, Kim asked, looking over your shoulder at the food while you poured two glasses of water.

You smiled while handing her one of the glasses: “Some pasta dish. It’s one of the few things I can cook.“

The football player nodded impressed and smirked slightly: “That’s more than your sister can cook.“

“That’s true.“

You both sat down to enjoy your home-cooked meal, talking about the game again even though Kim kept her answers short. You took the empty plates and set them down at the sink: “I guess I’ll let you sleep now.“

“You don’t have to. I can’t sleep yet anyway.“, Kim replied to your surprise.

You slowly turned back to her, biting down a nervous smile: “Okay but you know you can just ask me on a date instead of running away and sulking after the match, right?“

Her eyes widened in shock: “Wait, what are you talking about?“

“Leah said you were jealous because of Emily and you really don’t need to be.“, you shrugged, trying to keep the nonchalance in your voice.

“I wasn’t jealous.“, she protested.

You looked back at the dishes in the sink, waiting: “Good.“

“That’s ridiculous.“

“Kim…“, you started but when you looked back to her, she had already bridged the gap between you two and pressed her lips to yours. You gasped into the kiss: “What?“

“That was a mistake. I’m sorry.“, she sighed, shaking her head in a mix of confusion and guilt.

She wanted to turn away from you but you grabbed her wrist: “No, please, do it again.“

There was an urgency in your voice that made Kim search for your eyes: “Are you sure?“

“Yes.“

“But… okay.“

She kissed you again, more patiently now. This time you could savour the taste of her lips on yours and only then you realized that she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach you. You were so charmed by this that you could not stop yourself from smiling.

As you both pulled away, you could see an uncertainty in Kims eyes. It was definitely not the kiss, you could feel that you both enjoyed it. Another thougth raced through your head: “Am I your first woman? Don’t worry, we have time. When is your next free day? Maybe we could go to a restaurant.“

“I have tomorrow off.”, she told you straight away.

A relieved sigh escaped your mouth:” Perfect, with a smirk you continued, also, you’re not a bad kisser, captain.”

“I never said I was.”, Kim laughed, you could tell some weight fell off her shoulders.

“No just saying.”, you shrugged.

The midfielder put a loose string of hair behind her ear:” Thanks.”

A month later Kim and you had a video call with your sister. The first thing you told her was that you two became a couple. “You two are dating?! You better take good care of her little sis!”, Jen warned you in a jokingly tone.

“What?! Me?!”, you huffed.

Grinning the defender nodded: “Yes, you heard me.”

“Wow.”, you ran a free hand through your hair.

Meanwhile your girlfriend seemed to have ignored that part of the conversation as she reassured Jen:” Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of your sister.”

“I can already see that.”, your big sister observed amused.

“Jen, you’re a terrible big sister.”, you teased her.

“I’m the best big sister.”, she countered quickly.

“Sure.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“Stop it you two.”, Kim demanded in her captain voice.

Smiling Jen answered:” No, get used to it, Kimmy. You’re part of the Beattie family now.”  

“Oh yes.”, you added, while giving the midfielder a kiss on her blushing cheek.

Coming to London to move in with one of your sister’s oldest friends was one of the best things that could had happen to you.

As for Kim she never knew she could fall for a woman until you came into her life, but the midfielder was very happy to have let her change her mind about that. Turned out you were more than just a little crush.

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[peachesofteal]

Dad!John Price/female reader This has been living in my head

“Beautiful out, isn’t it?” 

The old woman on the docks hitches her shoulder bag higher, eyes fixed on nothing in the distance. John hums an agreement, low pitch slow to rise from his chest. It’s not a dismissal, but not conversation. Non-committal. About as much as you’ll get from him, on a day like today. 

He keeps his focus on the expanse of the bay. A metamorphic magma layered coastal cradle holding entire populations of people, and animals, those that live on land… and at sea. 

He’s waiting for a fleck of dust on the horizon, a small speck that will slowly turn into ferry, one that carries some passengers, a few packages, bundles of mail by the heap. It is beautiful today; he doesn’t disagree. But it’s not because of the weather.  It’s because the ferry is carrying more than just a few passengers home. It’s carrying his worst nightmare. The final nail in a coffin. His own personal hell.

And… 

His brightest light. His favorite part of everyday. His everything. The reason his heart still beats.

Both on the same boat. 

The sun shines through the tips of the trees, bright on his face, casting an amber yellow glow over the harbor, and he basks in it, even with the brittle cold. 

The warmth of the light is foreign this time year, a time year when creeks all run underneath a quickly thickening layer of ice, morning frost lingers beneath cloud cover, and bears sleep.  

The town will be full of life today. The bar at the top of the hill, the only one in town, will be burning the midnight oil, everyone appearing at some point throughout the night, eager to have one last rousing round with neighbors and friends before the true cold of winter sets in. 

Of course, they don’t hate the cold. They wouldn’t live here if they did. 

Life is different in the winter. Year round. Life here revolves more around the weather and the seasons than anywhere else he’s ever been, or lived, and everything from the kelp to the whales, the deer and sea lions, the people, and the wolves, depend on the promise of perpetual change. 

The tide washes through little pebbles of ancient volcanic rock like a lullaby, one so familiar he swears he can hear it when he’s working, when he’s worlds away in his mind. It’s peaceful, full of memories, nostalgia beating in his blood for something long gone, long past. 

His heart aches, for a moment. Long enough that his brow furrows, and his hands find his pocket, anxiously feeling for the chain. 

The ferry shatters his memories, blaring across the beach, and the old woman gives him a smile. 

“Early today.” This time, John does respond. 

“Good.” 

“You must be John.” She offers her hand, face half hidden beneath a large hood and knit muff, black pants and coat nearly matching his. 

He hesitates, fingers flexing, and she doesn’t miss a beat, moving on to step around him, speaking briefly to the ferry captain, an old grizzled man who stared at John the entire trip, blatant curiosity wrinkling his frown lines. 

The wind cuts through his jacket, snaking beneath his layers, forcing his muscles tense. 

Bloody freezing. He's been cold, plenty, but this bitterness has bite.

She squints and jerks her head towards the end of the dock, sunlight glittering in her eyes. They’re beautiful, a rich shade of coffee and hazel, golden spotted and drusy, a cluster of crystals inside dark pupils. They’re a color he could drown in. The kind of eyes he could see in his dreams for the rest of his life.

The kind of eyes capable of disarming him, before he's even drawn a weapon.

“C’mon. Truck’s got heat.” 

“Mari says you’ve never been a Ranger before.” She tries to make casual conversation with him, patting the steering wheel as the truck sputters to life. Gears grind, they churn, and she smiles, glancing at the road before putting it in gear. It’s old, rusted in a quaint way, the kind that makes him think of old industrial parks and aging tanks, a rugged red chipped away above the passenger wheel well, rubbed raw by salt air. 

“I have… relative experience.” He’s careful with his words, hesitant about over divulging, and she shrugs. 

“With people? Or wildlife?” He points his face out the window. With people, sure. With bears and wolves and whatever else lurks in these woods, less so. 

The truck climbs a windy road, pushing up above the cove, narrow pitted pavement flanked by forest so black he can hardly see a meter inside the tree line. The shadow that lingers inside the tree line is primordial, alive, and he blinks when he thinks he sees something moving, deep in the dark. Douglas fir, silver fir, white pine flash by, occasional road signs with pictures of animals and speed limits dotting the way. “Logging is big industry out here. Forestry feeds a lot of families in this area, but it can be a point of contention.” She motions past him to another cove, one tucked just around the bend from where the ferry came in, its surface covered in shaved logs, all nearly uniform in size, floating together in rows upon rows, waiting for their next voyage. 

“That what you do? Er… logging?” Her hands are rough, skin cracked, nails trimmed short, and the coat is utility. Built for labor. For weather. It’s a natural conclusion. 

“No. I run the nature center in the late spring and summer. No tourism in fall or winter though, so I find other things to do. Work for the park. Tag trees. Winter trail maintenance. Wildlife management.” The truck rattles into a left turn, and she waves at someone in an oncoming car. “Guess I kinda work for you now.” Her chuckle is light, sweet, and his cheeks feel warm. “What brought you all the way up here?” 

Bloody hell. 

“Needed a change of pace.” 

“Long way to come for a change.” She muses, and he agrees. It is very, very far. Three planes, two ferries, this truck. Hours of travel, temperature dropping in ten degree increments every time he stepped outside. He doesn’t know how to answer that, how to tell her, what he’s doing here, how to say he had to leave things behind. 

The island changes, geology shifting, granite turning to mud and grass, darkness fading as the truck putters into its final descent.

He instinctively taps the tags in his pocket, a nervous tic that’s develops over the last few months since he took them off for the last time and clears his throat. 

“Yes. It is.” 

The ferry sidles up the wooden dock, rocking in the waves, captain giving the small, older woman next to him a friendly wave. At his side, a woman stands, straight backed and proud, eyes sharp against the setting sun. 

Is that…

You catch his gaze, glancing at the Ranger badge on his coat, and then nodding, hand lifting in acknowledgement. 

His breath freezes in his chest. You’re stunning. Beautiful, like the land, like the strait, and for a second, he forgets himself. 

Igneous rock hardens in his stomach, in his heart.

He's lost at sea. Lost in the swell. An eddy line of devastation sweeps him out, past the lighthouse on the rocks, past the pod of resident orcas, past the point of no return.

He's drowning.

Only to be brought back by one of his favorite sounds in the entire world. 

“Dad!”

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[melrodrigo]

Pain Relief - Mabel

Mabel Black Label x Reader

Summary: Mabel gets back from an intense day at work, and seeks comfort from her girlfriend.

Word Count: 800+

A/N: I’m back babies

Look, dating someone in the Boston crime gang was never on your bucket list. Sure, you’ve read your fair share of enemies to lovers mafia fan fiction, but you’d never expect it to actually happen.

You were always a good kid, steered away from drugs and sketchy stoners. But Mabel, Mabel.

She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever laid eyes on. Tan skin and messy hair, it was never an option not to fall in love with her.

But in your defense, Mabel was nothing like the rest of them. She was kind, the most thoughtful soul you know, and inspiring in all aspects of her life.

She was put in a tricky situation since childhood, but she always made the most out of it and always strived to get out.

You knew she could be cold. Some of her friends referred to her as “Mabel Black Label”, but her cut-throat personality disappeared whenever she was with you. It was like she turned into this nicer, more exciting, wondrous person. Or at least, that’s how she felt.

So, when she didn’t come to see you as she’d promised, you knew something was wrong.

She had mentioned earlier that she was doing a big deal that night, and that she was going to come get you for your date right after.

By the time she called you, a little after midnight that exact night, you’d practically jumped up at the sight of her name across your phone.

Anxiety stirred deep within you.

You bit your nail as you answered the phone.

“Hey babe…” Her voice exhaled, shaky like she’d just run a mile and immediately called you.

“Baby? Where have you been? Are you alright?” You breathed, question after question tumbling out before she even had the chance to answer.

“Don’t be mad…I’m at your house now.” She says, slurring her words slightly.

You’re up and striding toward your door before she can even finish her sentence, heart racing a hundred miles a minute.

“Why would I be mad? God, Mabel, I swear you had me-“ You stop abruptly, taking in the sight before you.

She’s standing somewhat bashfully, rocking on her heels, the right side of her face facing away from you. You furrow your eyebrows, sensing immediately that something’s terribly wrong.

You reach out to tilt her face so you can see all of it, and your mouth falls open at the sight. Her face is beaten. Spilt lip and everything, the bruises that look like they’ve just been formed are already turning a different color. You grab her by the wrist and immediately drag her into your home. Your annoyance disappears instantaneously as you take her in again.

It’s so purple, you can’t help but reach out to graze your fingertips against it as she winces quietly.

“Oh, baby.” You sigh, hooking a finger under her chin so she looks into your eyes. She can’t meet your gaze, eyes flitting between your couch and the lamp, things she suddenly finds very interesting.

You get up and feel her hold on your wrist tighten, signaling to not go. You reassure her you’re only going to get the first aid kit, and you’ll be back in a minute.

Mabel begrudgingly lets you go, looking so small and fragile sitting there.

“Look at me.” You tell her, sternly, when you get back. You take the cotton bud and apply some alcohol, gently dabbing it against a cut on her lip.

She hisses, unable to keep the pain at bay. You tut, telling her you’re almost done. You know she needs some tough love in moments like these- she was never the best at receiving affirmations.

“Whatever happened…” You start, biting your lip, trying to grasp the right words. Mabel looks at you intently.

“I’m sure you did your best. And it definitely wasn’t your fault.” You know the way she works, better than you know yourself, and she blames herself for this. If anything didn’t go her way, she’d always get like this. You’s always loved the perfectionist type, after all.

Mabel opens her mouth to speak for the first time in what feels like eternities.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t- couldn’t get here on time for the date.” She blubbers, tears spilling out of her eyes.

You hold her for a while before you chuckle lightly, and watch as she looks up in surprise, eyebrows raised.

“I could care less about our date. What I care about is that you’re alive.” You tell her, cupping the side of her face that isn’t bruised. Your other hand pressed against her chest, right where her heart is.

Her eyes soften, turning into those big brown puppy-like eyes you love so much. And you can feel it before she says it.

“I love you.” She says as she takes your lips in a fierce kiss, surprising but not at all unwelcome. You happily lean in, kissing her like she might disappear tomorrow.

You lose yourself in the moment, push against her a little too hard, and she winces.

“Shit, sorry.” You mumble sheepishly. She pecks you on the lips again before whispering huskily.

“You know…I heard kisses help with pain. I think you should help me out over here.” She points to her split lip, eyes suddenly twinkling.

The twinkle in your eye doesn’t fail to match hers.

“I suppose I could help out someone unwell…it’s the right thing to do anyway.” You say with a little nod, though neither of you is listening to what you’re saying at this point.

“Right.” She grins, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and into her arms.

Even like this, bruised and bloody, you’re proud to say, that Mabel Black Label, your girlfriend, never fails to charm the pants off of you.

#mabel x reader #mabel x fem reader #mabel black label x reader #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega #comfort #angst

[ozarkthedog]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

summary: while working as a bartender at Prospero's Orgy, a masked woman follows you into a storage room.

warnings: 18+ only -> mdni. verna x fem!reader. f/f. smut. fingering. slight dom/sub vibes. no spoilers (that i know of). no beta.

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: tbh, I’ve only watched 2 eps so far but I had to write something with her. I don’t know anything about the series so forgive me if there are inaccuracies.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

Booming music shakes the walls of the old, brick building as you make your way to the storage room. You’ll be amazed if the orgy goers don’t drink their way through all the liquor before the night even properly begins. You heard someone mention something about midnight and rain. You pray your boss will let you go home before all hell breaks loose.   

You unlock and shove open the storage room door with a sigh. This was not really your kind of scene. You could handle yourself in a bar and catered events, you’d worked plenty of them before but an orgy? You don’t know why you signed yourself up for this. Sure, the money was good but the moment you stepped foot into the abandoned facility, the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

The room was dank and barely lit as you graze the various shelves for a case of Glenfiddich. You find the last case on the floor near the back of the room when the storage room door creaks and then shuts with a bang.

Fear prickles your skin.

It’s probably some horny couple looking for a secret place to get off. Still, you clear your throat before nervously calling out, “Hello?”

You scream when a masked skull turns the corner of one of the shelves. You walk backward until a coarse brick wall catches your clothing and halts your retreat. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” A gentle voice says from beneath the mask. The woman is draped in a hooded, sparkly red cape that barely covers her body. The black lingerie she’s wearing underneath leaves little to the imagination.

You clutch your chest as you’re taken aback by the stunning blonde when she unties her mask and reveals herself.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She admits, stepping closer before setting down her mask on one of the shelves. “I saw you from across the room and I…” she trails off looking at you as if she’s seeing the sky for the first time.  

“Oh my. Aren’t you precious?” She coos, stepping closer. Blonde hair frames her face like a halo although something in your gut told you she wasn’t an angel.

Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve never seen such a beautiful woman so up close before.

“What are you doing in such a place?” She ponders with curious eyes. They travel the length of your body and back again. Something wicked and dark encases those hazel orbs making you swallow down the lump in your throat.

Your cheeks burn as you stumble over your words. “Bartender- I’m a bartender.” You catch your bottom lip with your teeth and tug unconsciously on it. Your flight response kicks into high gear as the lady in red seals the gap between your bodies.

You whimper as she presses her barely clothed frame against yours. The brick wall behind you leaves no chance of escape as your heart bangs steadily against your ribs.

“Shh. There’s no need to be nervous.” She states softly while cupping your chin in her palm. She drags a perfectly manicured thumb across your bottom lip and tenderly releases it from your teeth. “You’re something I rarely encounter.”

You’re frozen in place, like a deer in headlights, waiting for the inevitable when she leans in and time stops. She brushes her lips over yours, so tender and soft, you try to keep the whimper that bubbles up at bay but to your embarrassment, it escapes.

She pulls away with a grin. “You really are precious.” The apple of your cheek is warm under her thumb as she rubs the soft patch of skin. “So sweet. I’d love to hear you sing.”

Your brow quirks until you feel her hand sliding down your belly. She catches your wild eyes in a firm stare. “Tell me to leave and I will.” She states while lifting the hem of your skirt and snaking her hand beneath the material. “Or will you allow me to experience your seraphic nature?”

Your core clenches as she palms your mound when you don’t send her away. Her nails drag playfully over the thin cotton of your panties before she tugs them to the side and finds your molten heat. An illicit sob tears from your lips as she teases your dipping folds with deft fingers. 

She strums your core with expertise leaving you a wanton mess in her grasp. Her thumb circles your clit with tight movements, drawing your bliss out and into the open. Your mouth drops in an ethereal sound as she takes you apart with ease.

She smothers her body over yours, her lingerie covered breasts close to spilling as she secures you against the brick wall even harder. “Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl.”

She laves at the softness of your neck, feeling the pulsating beat beneath the thin flesh as she drowns you in pleasure. Her tongue leaves a hot, wet trail over your neck and down your clavicle as you shake under her lewd touch. 

Two deft fingers curl their way into your soaked channel, spreading and molding your warmth to her liking. She rubs along your velvet walls, finding which spots make you shiver and which make you sing the loudest for her.  

“It’s fun tasting the other side, isn’t it?” She asks despite your impending rapture. Her hazel eyes glimmer with wickedness. “The grime. The debauchery.”

Wet, sticky thwaps fill the room as she spreads you open. She drinks down every moan and gasp that tumbles from your lips as she fucks with her fingers you into abandon. She tips your head to her chest as she pulls one of her breasts free from a lacy lingerie cup.

“But you’re one of the good ones, aren’t you?” She claims as she feeds you a firm breast. You groan into her flesh and suckle the nipple she offers. You twirl your tongue around the pert bud and relish the soft gasp that she lets loose.

“That’s a good girl.” She praises while stroking the base of your skull and scissoring her fingers against your slick walls. Your essence drips down your thighs, staining and marking your skin but you could care less as this strange woman makes you feel things you never have before. 

She hooks her fingers and grazes that spongy spot behind your clit and your body goes ridged. Every nerve in your body sings, wanting to cry out and praise her for choosing you. Your hands lock onto her shoulders, too afraid to let go, worried that if you move she’ll disappear and it’ll all have been a dream.

“It’s alright.” She coos, her eyes growing soft as your core quivers around her digits. “Let go, my precious girl. I’ve got you.”

The knot buried deep in your belly snaps. You come with a raspy wail against her chest, riding out your bliss on her fingers while she holds you in her arms. 

She sucks her two cream coated fingers into her mouth and cleans them with a moan. Your mind goes numb at the image and you do your best to not crumble to her high-heeled feet.

“I must return to the party now.” She says, fixing the skull mask back over her face. She stares at you from behind the mask for a silent moment before weaving an arm around your back and tugging you with her toward the door. 

“You’re not supposed to be here. This isn’t the place for someone like you. Leave while you can.” Her tone left no room for argument even though you knew you were still on the clock. 

You catch yourself on the door frame and spin on your heel, catching her otherworldly gaze. “Will I see you again?”

The lady in red smiles under her mask. “One day.”

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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#verna x reader #Verna x you #Verna #the fall of the house of usher #carla gugino #verna/reader #verna/you

[rachymarie]

Me trying my best to get the best damn selfie of me life while waiting for a very close-by Uber after all the effort of an eye look

#me #self #selfie #my face #makeup #makeup looks #eye look #natural brows #eyeshadow #purple eye look #smokey eye #natural skin #except for primer #Benefit POREfessional Hydrate primer #no filter (just lens blur for others' privacy) #Beauty Bay Midnight #Rude Cosmetics Reckless #hooded eyes #hooded eye makeup #green eyes #green-blue hybrid actually #sometimes blue eyes #purple eyeshadow

[madebycloud]

I Can't Help Falling in Love With You

wednesday addams x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: you took your girlfriend on a date, one she will remember for a long time to come. warnings/themes: FLUFF!! softwednesday (???), reader is a simp, (who's not? it's WEDNESDAY ADDAMS) slow dancing, making out. words: 4.5k note: LMAO THIS GOT ME GIGGLING WHILE I WROTE THIS! i think y'all need some fluff before i write another angsty one again.. 🏃

You raced over to Wednesday's dormitory as the clock struck midnight. You reached to her door, you gently rapped your knuckles against it, patiently waiting for someone to answer. 

After a few long seconds of silence, the door slowly creaked open, revealing Enid, Wednesday's roommate and a dear friend of yours. 

With a sense of urgency in her voice, she greeted you with a "Wednesday, faster! Y/N is here." She flashed you a panicked smile and added, "I told Principal Weems you're both sick, so she won't come looking for you."

You immediately understood the reason for Enid's stress and took a moment to appreciate her for saving your ass. "Thank you, Enid." 

Eventually, Wednesday approached you, and you couldn't help but notice how stunningly beautiful she looked. She noticed your stunned expression and rolled her eyes, breaking the tension.

Enid gave you a wink before closing the door, leaving you on your own. You picked up Wednesday's bag in one hand and offered her your arm. She rolled her eyes again, took your offer, and off you went. Wednesday followed you through the school gates and out into the night.

Wednesday couldn't keep her curiosity at bay any longer, and she asked you, "Okay, where are you taking me?"

With a grin, you replied, "I don't want to ruin the surprise." You could see the cogs turning in her mind, but she decided not to press the matter for now.

You made your way to a car parked on the street. "Where did you get the car? It's not stolen, is it?" She immediately asked, her voice both emotionless and full of underlying curiosity. 

"No, my love. It's my uncle's car. He let me borrow it for our date." Wednesday watched as you placed her bag in the trunk and walked around to open the passenger door for her, leaning your head back to give her room to get inside.

She didn't say anything but rolled her eyes one last time before sliding into the car's leather seat. You climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and opened the radio.

"That better not be a pop song." You laughed at her and responded, "Too bad, it is."

The catchy beat of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift filled the car, and you began singing along at the top of your lungs, your voice sounding surprisingly in tune.

"Come on, love," you teased, leaning over to her and grinning. Wednesday's lips twitched slightly, almost as if she was fighting back a smile. But she didn't give in, just shook her head and rolled her eyes again. 

Despite her lack of enthusiasm, she sat in silence as you sang along to the pop song. 

She was clearly not a fan of the song and was probably wishing she was listening to something else, but she said nothing. She didn't want to insult you or your musical tastes and was willing to listen to whatever music you liked, even if it wasn't her favorite.

You drove on for what seemed like hours, your eyes growing heavy as your eyelids drooped more and more with each passing moment. 

The traffic was at a standstill, and the noise of the engine and the honking of horns from other drivers was starting to grate on your nerves. 

Despite the chaos around you, you couldn't help but feel peaceful and content as you looked over at Wednesday, who slept peacefully next to you.

Her gentle breaths and demeanor were enough to make you forget about the traffic and the stress of the situation, and for a moment, everything seemed okay. 

You couldn't imagine being anywhere else but right here by her side, even if it meant enduring the monotony of the stop-and-go traffic.

You reached over to the backseat and grabbed a pillow, placing it gently under her head. You wanted to make sure she was comfortable and that she was taken care of while she rested.

After enduring the never-ending road and traffic, you arrived at your destination, and then you saw a sight that was well worth the trouble.

You were greeted by a beach house, standing majestically in the middle of the pristine white sand and surrounded by clear blue water. 

You turned to Wednesday, who was still sound asleep beside you. You gently nudged her awake and whispered softly in her ear, "Hey, love, we're here." She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open and looking up at you. 

You leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

She took in her surroundings, a look of confusion flitted across her face. "Where am I?" she murmured, her words still half-awake.

You replied reassuringly, "We're at the beach house I rented for us. I'll get the things, you stay here and rest," you said, and she nodded and leaned back against the headrest, closing her eyes. 

You leaned down one more time to kiss her forehead, stepped outside the car, opened the trunk, and started unloading your belongings.

When you were done, you opened the passenger door and held out your hand to guide Wednesday out of the car. She took your hand, and you helped her step onto the sand. 

You walked toward the beach house together, you noticed a small smirk forming on Wednesday's lips as she took in the scenery before her. 

Even on Wednesday, the often stoic and reserved Addams, couldn't help but be amazed by the beauty of the surroundings.

You led her into the beach house, where you had already set up your bedroom.

Knowing she needed some rest after the long journey, you gently helped Wednesday settle in the bedroom, watching as she lay down on the bed, her eyes closing as soon as her head hit the pillow. 

You couldn't help but admire Wednesday's beauty, even in her slumber. Her dark hair fanned out around her on the pillow, and her pale skin looked even more ivory against the colorful bedding. 

For a moment, you hesitated, wanting nothing more than to jump into the bed next to her and hold her close. You gently covered her with the blankets, whispering, "Sweet dreams, my love."

You went back and finished unloading the rest of your things. When you finished, you took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. 

The long and strenuous journey to the beach house was finally over, and now you were both here, safe and sound.

You felt your stomach growl, reminding you that it was time for breakfast. So you steeled yourself and went to the kitchen.

You took a deep breath and began to prepare your meals, pouring the scrambled eggs and toasted bread into two bowls. You added a splash of hot sauce and some grated cheese on top, finishing off the meals with a sprinkle of parsley. 

You set the plates on the table and took a seat, feeling proud of yourself for managing to cook such a delicious meal. 

You were sipping your coffee when you suddenly heard the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. You turned your head to see Wednesday walking towards the table.

"Morning, my love," you said, standing up to greet her. You placed a kiss on her cheek and directed her towards the chair. "Sit down here, and I'll serve you breakfast. I was just about to wake you." She pulled out a chair and sat down at the table. 

You placed a plate of warm food in front of Wednesday, the scent of eggs and toast filling the air. You sat down opposite her, and you both began to dig into your breakfast.

It was simple, but it was everything you needed after such a long drive.

—

You and Wednesday had spent the day enjoying each other's company at your beach house, playing board games, eating delicious food, and watching movies.

It was a day filled with fun (and perhaps even a little bit of competition), but it was about to get much more interesting. 

The hours ticked by, you noticed it was already 4 PM, and with the scorching heat of the sun bearing down on you, you decided it was time for a dip in the ocean. 

Wasting no time, you hurried to your closet, choosing your favorite two-piece swimsuit, which was a sleek, figure-hugging design that highlighted your curves. On the other hand, Wednesday opted for a more conservative choice, a one-piece swimsuit that covered her body, providing maximum protection from the sun's harmful rays.

You both walked down to the beach, and you couldn't resist taking a jab at Wednesday's swimsuit. "You look like a penguin in that," you teased with a smirk, admiring her graceful poise. 

Wednesday raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes. "Say that one more time, and I'll rip your tongue out of your head," she spat back.

Feeling guilty about your comment, you tried to make amends by reaching for her hand, only to have her put it away. 

You tried again, but she pulled it away once more. "Not so fast. You've already offended me once, and I'm not one to forget easily," she said with a stern glare.

You tried to talk to her, but she ignored you, leading you to decide to tread quietly and keep following Wednesday as you both walked into the sea. 

Wednesday's resentment erupted when a random female stranger approached the two of you and asked for your phone number.

Despite the fact that she detests physical intimacy, she swiftly encircled your hand in a display of affection and dominance. 

She then marked her territory and made it known that you were hers and no one else's by giving the girl a death look until she walked away. 

You smirked, enjoying the idea that Wednesday loves you so much, and said, "Come on," as you pulled her closer to you in the water.

You and Wednesday made your way to the water, and you felt the soft sand sinking beneath your toes. The waves crashed against your body, sending a tingle of excitement through every inch of your being.

Wednesday's movements were as graceful as ever as she swam around you, with her black hair billowing behind her like a banner of victory. 

Both of you couldn't help but stare into each other's eyes, lost in the moment. You can't help but admire her features, the curve of her nose, the color of her eyes, and the way her hair flows in the water. 

It felt as though time had stopped, and the only thing that mattered was the two of you, connected by an invisible thread. 

With a mischievous smirk on your face, you couldn't resist the temptation to play around.

You took a handful of water and splashed it in her face. Wednesday's eyes widened with surprise, and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her reaction.

“Oh, you wanna play?" She asked, but her tone wasn't threatening or angry. Instead, it was filled with a playful edge, as though she was teasing you back.

Without hesitation, she began splashing you back, and you both were quickly engaged in an all-out water battle.

You tried to one-up each other with your splashes, but no matter how hard you tried, Wednesday seemed to always have the upper hand.

After a few minutes of fighting, you decided to take things up a notch.

Grabbing a hold of Wednesday's waist, you dipped her into the water and pulled her down with you.

She lets out a shriek of surprise as she is dragged beneath the surface. She kicks and thrashes her legs, desperate to reach the surface for air.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she emerges from the water, gasping for breath.

You couldn't help but let out a laugh at her wicked stare.

You noticed how beautiful she looked in the sunlight as you wiped the water from your eyes, the drops of water glistening on her skin like tiny diamonds.

Without warning, you leaned in and planted a kiss on her jaw, feeling her soft skin beneath your lips. 

"I'm going to kill you, you know that?" she says with a mischievous glint in her eye as you scramble to get away from her. 

You take off running, your heart pounding in your chest as you feel the sand and water beneath your feet.

Wednesday ran like a bolt of lightning, her legs propelling her forward at incredible speeds. You try to keep up, but it's no use, she's just too fast. 

In desperation, you raise your hand in surrender and stop running.

You stumble to a stop and sit down on the sand to catch your breath, gasping for air. 

You look up at Wednesday, still catching your breath, your chest aching with the exertion. “I didn't know penguins were this fast," you manage to gasp out between breaths.

She sits down next to you, still catching her breath as well. "You're not too fast yourself."

You couldn't help but breathe a sigh of awe as the sun dipped beneath the horizon. The sky was a vibrant canvas of color, filled with gradients of pink, purple, and gold. The beauty of the world was all around you, encapsulating every square inch of the beach and even the very air you breathed.

"Oh wow," you muttered under your breath, your eyes fixed on the sky. 

You were so entranced by the breathtaking colors of the sky, the vibrant sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and the soothing rustle of the sand that you almost forgot you were sitting beside Wednesday.

Almost, but not quite, as your peripheral vision took in the fact that she was staring at you with such intensity that you couldn't help but smile. As if she couldn't believe that such a person even existed.

You continued to stare up at the sky as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon, casting the sky into a beautiful shade of orange and red.

Despite the beauty of the sunset, it was you who truly captivated her.

The way your eyes mirrored the colors of the sunset was almost hypnotic, your gaze drawing her in and making it impossible to look away. 

Everything else was just noise, but the harmony of the setting sun, the sound of the waves, and your very existence were all perfectly combined. It felt like home, a place of serenity and completeness. 

It was your presence that made her heart skip a beat, your face that kept her awake at night, and your voice that she would hear in her dreams. 

Wednesday had never experienced anything like it before, a feeling so intense and overwhelming that she felt like she was falling through a tunnel, with you being the light at the end of it.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't realize how long she had been staring at you. She only snapped back to reality when you called out to her.

"What are you staring at?" you asked, noticing the intensity of her gaze.

She hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice soft and breathless. "You," she whispered.

You were about to respond when you felt your stomach growl. You looked down at your empty stomach and let out a sigh of frustration. 

Without hesitation, you got up from your seat and turned around to face Wednesday. You silently motioned for her to take your hand, and she immediately reached out and grabbed it.

You both walked along the shore, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the sand in the distance. You kissed the back of her hand, a simple yet romantic gesture that seemed to speak volumes.

You both stayed silent as you walked back towards the beach house, both of you engrossed in your own private thoughts. 

It was a comfortable silence, one that allowed both of you to simply be in each other's presence without feeling the need to fill the air with trivial conversation.

—

The soft hum of the radio fills the solitude of the night, and you can't help but feel a deep sense of peace and serenity sweep over you. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore below and the shimmering of the stars in the night sky add to this feeling of calmness.

Suddenly, the sound of the glass door opening takes your attention away from the tranquil surroundings as Wednesday steps onto the balcony. 

With a curious expression on her face, Wednesday walks towards you and asks, "What are you doing up at such a late hour?" 

"Just admiring..." Your response may be short and vague, but it is the truth. You are simply admiring the beauty of the world around you, a world that seems to come alive during these quiet hours of the night.

She walks to the edge of the balcony, taking in the view herself, her figure illuminated by the moonlight, her silhouette framed against the vast ocean.

A/N: (I recommend playing "Can't Help Falling in Love with You" while reading this part.)

As you took in the beauty of the ocean and the night sky, the first notes of the classic Elvis song "Can't Help Falling in Love with You" started playing from the radio, and your heart began to beat a little faster.

You stepped closer to Wednesday, wrapping your arms around her waist. You can feel the warmth of her body against yours and the texture of her clothes as your arms touch them. You can hear the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, a low murmur in the background, as the radio's soft voice fills the silent air. 

She turns her head to look at you, the moonlight catching her features and illuminating her face, making her appear even more beautiful than before. 

You place your chin on her shoulder, humming along to the lyrics of the song. Wednesday, feeling the warmth of your breath in her ear, turns to face the night and the endless ocean in front of you. 

Slowly, you begin to sway her from side to side, the radio and the sound of the ocean providing a beautiful soundtrack to your dance.

The music lulls you both into a trance, and, without thinking, you lean down and kiss the back of her neck, feeling her skin against your lips, soft and warm.

Then, with a swift move, you twirled her around to face you, taking a hold of her hands and pulling her close. You held her left hand up, her right hand on your shoulder, and your left hand around her waist, pulling her closer to you. 

She squeezed your hand, your faces were inches apart. You stared deeply into her eyes, feeling the slivers of light in them reflect the depth of your love.

You didn't say a word, but your eyes told her how much you loved her without needing to speak. Your eyes tell her everything, everything you can't put into words.

The song plays on and the moon shines brightly overhead, Wednesday relaxes against you. You feel the soft warmth of her breath brushing against your skin, and it makes you feel alive in a way you never have before.

The bond that existed between you was as deep as the ocean and as vast as the sky above. You didn't need words to express how you felt, the love you felt for each other went beyond words, beyond the physical.

You lean in to kiss the crown of Wednesday's head, and you take a moment to savor the moment. 

The late-night air is crisp and cool, the sky is clear, and the ocean is sparkling under the light of the moon.

The song continues to play in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere that you've created together. You close your eyes, feeling Wednesday's heart beating in your chest, and let the moment wash over you. 

For a moment, the rest of the world falls away, and all that exists is the two of you, standing on the balcony, holding each other close.

—

The day had been perfect from start to finish, filled with memories that would last you both a lifetime. As the sun set over the ocean and the day came to an end, you could feel a sense of melancholy in the air. 

It was time to head back to Nevermore, but a part of you didn't want the day to end.

You hopped into the car, with Wednesday riding shotgun. 

She was sitting in the passenger seat, reading the book she had just bought, her eyes fixed on the pages, oblivious to the world around her. 

You kept your focus on the road, though you couldn't help but steal glances at her as you drove.

Driving along, you couldn't help but let your mind wander, thinking about all the wonderful things that had happened that day. You had spent the morning exploring the shore with Wednesday, feeling the cool ocean breeze on your skin, and taking pictures together that you would treasure forever. You had bought souvenirs for your friends. 

And then there was the car ride back to Nevermore, which seemed to fly by, the traffic moving swiftly for once.

The road was quiet, and you could hear the soft rustling of leaves as the cool night air blew through the open window of your car. 

You felt a gentle tug on your right hand and looked down to see Wednesday's hand holding yours, her eyes still focused on her book. Your heart melted as you squeezed her hand.

Wednesday didn't say a word, but you could see the contented expression on her face as she continued reading, unaware of your gaze. 

The red traffic lights changed to green, and you drove towards Nevermore, your thumb brushing against hers as you took turns on the road.

Once back at Nevermore, you headed directly to Wednesday's dorm, where Enid answered the door, her hair a disheveled mess as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep.

You smiled and handed her your gift, a smile spreading across her face as she took it. "Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, giving you a quick hug. 

"Enid," Wednesday said, and the tone of her voice instantly signaled to you that something was amiss. Enid, clearly not wanting to add fuel to the fire, released her grip and offered an apology as she retreated back inside to help Wednesday unpack her things.

The door closed, leaving you and Wednesday alone in the hallway. You could feel the tension in the air, and a small part of you regretted coming back. You hesitantly stepped forward, afraid of the consequences.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.

However, as you were about to leave, Wednesday grabbed your hand. 

She gently caressed your palm with her thumb, and you couldn't help but feel a jolt of energy coursing through your body. 

You leaned in to kiss her cheek, but she pulled you in for a deeper kiss, her lips meeting yours with a passion that took you by surprise.

Her hands roamed over your neck and shoulders, holding you close and pulling you in even further.

You pulled away, taking a deep breath as you smiled at the warmth spreading throughout your body. 

Wednesday leaned in yet again, her lips finding yours for one more blissful moment. You couldn't help but savor the taste of her kisses as she held you close once more.

Once you finally broke apart, you rested your forehead against hers, feeling the connection that you shared. 

It was a moment that felt like it would last an eternity, your bodies pressed against each other, your breath coming in short gasps. 

You could feel the heat building between you, a tension that threatened to tear you apart at any moment.

"I love you."

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, a whisper that echoed in the silence of the hallway. 

Wednesday's eyes locked onto yours, her breath catching in her throat as she took in your confession. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something in response, but the words refused to leave her mouth. Instead, she kissed you once again, this time with a passion that threatened to consume you whole.

You wanted to pull away, to catch your breath, to take in the moment. But you couldn't, your body was consumed by the heat of Wednesday's touch. 

Your hands grasped her back, pulling her close as your lips found hers again and again. The world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in the hallway, lost in a world of your own.

Finally, you pulled away, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Wednesday's lips were swollen from your kisses, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you managed to whisper, before you leaned in for one final kiss. 

This time, it was slower, more gentle, as if you both understood that this moment was too precious to be rushed. 

You held each other close, your bodies pressing together, feeling the warmth of each other's touch.

Feeling a tingle in your chest, you pulled away, the warmth of her touch lingering on your cheeks. Her hand slowly released its grip on yours, her fingers lingering for just a moment longer before she let go, her face falling back into its usual stony expression.

The grin on your face persisted as you made your way back to your dorm. You knew that you would forever hold on to the memories of that perfect day. 

Then you sighed, the familiar weight of reality settling back in. 

You walked toward your own dorm, feeling the fatigue of the long drive weigh on your shoulders. As you entered your room, the familiar smell of home beckoning you to rest your weary head on your pillow, you couldn't help but think of the image of Wednesday that was forever imprinted in your mind.

One last look, the sun setting over her shoulder, casting a glow of warmth over her face. 

A moment frozen in time, a dream that would fade soon enough but remain a precious memory for as long as you lived.

And as you drifted off into sleep, the image of her remained seared into your mind. 

The waves crashing against the shore, the smell of salt in the air, the warmth of the sun on your skin. A dream like no other, a reminder of what it meant to be truly alive.

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NASA Photographers Share Their Favorite Photos of the SLS Moon Rocket

NASA’s Space Launch System (SLS) rocket is on the launch pad at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida and in final preparations for the Artemis I mission to the Moon. Now that our Moon rocket is almost ready for its debut flight, we wanted to take a look back at some of the most liked photographs of our SLS rocket coming together over the years.

We asked NASA photographers to share their favorite photos of the SLS rocket for Artemis I at different phases of testing, manufacturing, and assembly. Here are their stories behind the photos:

“On this day in March 2018, crews at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, transported the intertank structural test article off NASA’s Pegasus barge to the Load Test Annex test facility for qualification testing.” —Emmett Given, photographer, NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center

“This is the liquid oxygen tank structural test article as it was moved from the Pegasus barge to the West Test Area at our Marshall Space Flight Center on July 9, 2019. The tank, which is structurally identical to its flight version, was subsequently placed in the test stand for structural testing several days later. I remember it being a blazing hot day!” —Fred Deaton, photographer, NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center

“The large components of the SLS rocket’s core stage can make you forget that there are many hands-on tasks required to assemble a rocket, too. During the mating of the liquid hydrogen tank to the forward section of the rocket’s 212-foot-tall core stage in May 2019, technicians fastened 360 bolts to the circumference of the rocket. Images like this remind me of all the small parts that have to be installed with care, expertise, and precision to create one huge Moon rocket. Getting in close to capture the teammates that work tirelessly to make Artemis a success is one of the best parts of my job.” —Eric Bordelon, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“An incredible amount of precision goes into building a rocket, including making sure that each of our SLS rocket’s four RS-25 engines is aligned and integrated into the core stage correctly. In this image from October 2019, I attempted to illustrate the teamwork and communication happening as technicians at NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans do their part to help land the first woman and the first person of color on the Moon through the Artemis missions. It’s rare to see the inside of a rocket – not as much for the NASA and Boeing engineers who manufacture and assemble a rocket stage!” —Jared Lyons, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“When the fully assembled and completed core stage left the Michoud factory in January 2020, employees took a “family photo” to mark the moment. Crews transported the flight hardware to NASA’s Pegasus barge on Jan. 8 in preparation for the core stage Green Run test series at NASA’s Stennis Space Center near Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. When I look at this photo, I am reminded of all of the hard work and countless hours the Michoud team put forth to build this next-generation Moon rocket. I am honored to be part of this family and to photograph historic moments like this for the Artemis program.” —Steven Seipel, MAF multimedia team lead, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“This photo shows workers at Stennis prepare to lift the SLS core stage into the B-2 Test Stand for the SLS Green Run test series in the early morning hours of Jan. 22, 2020. I started shooting the lift operation around midnight. During a break in the action at about 5:30 a.m., I was driving my government vehicle to the SSC gas station to fuel up, when I saw the first light breaking in the East and knew it was going to be a nice sunrise. I turned around and hurried back to the test stand, sweating that I might run out of gas. Luckily, I didn’t run out and was lucky enough to catch a beautiful Mississippi sunrise in the background, too.” —Danny Nowlin, photographer, NASA’s Stennis Space Center

“I like the symmetry in the video as it pushes toward the launch vehicle stage adapter. Teams at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama, loaded the cone-shaped piece of flight hardware onto our Pegasus barge in July 2020 for delivery to NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. The one-point perspective puts the launch vehicle stage adapter at the center of attention, but, if you pay attention to the edges, you can see people working. It gives a sense of scale. This was the first time I got to walk around Pegasus and meet the crew that transport the deep space rocket hardware, too.” —Sam Lott, videographer, SLS Program at Marshall Space Flight Center

“This was my first time photographing a test at our Stennis Space Center, and I wasn't sure what to expect. I have photographed big events like professional football games, but I wasn't prepared for the awesome power unleashed by the Space Launch System’s core stage and four RS-25 engines during the Green Run hot fire test. Watching the sound wave ripple across the tall grass toward us, feeling the shock wave of ignition throughout my whole body, seeing the smoke curling up into the blue sky with rainbows hanging from the plume; all of it was as unforgettable as watching a football player hoist a trophy into the air.” —Michael DeMocker, photographer, NASA’s Michoud Assembly Facility

“When our SLS Moon rocket launches the agency’s Artemis I mission to the Moon, 10 CubeSats, or small satellites, are hitching a ride inside the rocket’s Orion stage adapter (OSA). BioSentinel is one of those CubeSats. BioSentinel’s microfluidics card, designed at NASA’s Ames Research Center in California’s Silicon Valley, will be used to study the impact of interplanetary space radiation on yeast. To me, this photo is a great combination of the scientific importance of Artemis I and the human touch of more than 100 engineers and scientists who have dedicated themselves to the mission over the years.” —Dominic Hart, photographer, NASA’s Ames Research Center

“I was in the employee viewing area at Kennedy when the integrated SLS rocket and Orion spacecraft was rolled out to the launchpad for its wet dress rehearsal in March 2022. I really like this photo because the sun is shining on Artemis I like a spotlight. The giant doors of the Vehicle Assembly Building are the red curtain that opened up the stage -- and the spotlight is striking the SLS because it’s the star of the show making its way to the launchpad. I remember thinking how cool that NASA Worm logo looked as well, so I wanted to capture that. It was so big that I had to turn my camera sideways because the lens I had wasn’t big enough to capture the whole thing.” —Brandon Hancock, videographer, SLS Program at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center

“I made this image while SLS and Orion atop the mobile launcher were nearing the end of their four-mile trek to the pad on crawler-transporter 2 ahead of launch. Small groups of employees were filtering in and out of the parking lot by the pad gate to take in the sight of the rocket’s arrival. The “We Are Going!” banner affixed to the gate in the foreground bears the handwritten names of agency employees and contractors who have worked to get the rocket and spacecraft ready for the Artemis I flight test. As we enter the final days before launch, I am proud to have made my small contribution to documenting the historic rollout for this launch to the Moon.” —Joel Kowsky, photographer, NASA Headquarters

More Photo-worthy Moments to Come!

NASA photographers will be on the ground covering the Artemis I launch. As they do, we’ll continue to share their photos on our official NASA channels.

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab) // chan x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol/collegegrad!felix. waitress!reader. college au. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. friends to enemies to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining. cheating. abusive boyfriend/ex. drama galore. the sexual tension is REAL in this one.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. felix is reader's estranged childhood bestie. chan is low-key an asshole in this ngl. heavy topics are mentioned such as: abusive/toxic relationships, cheating, and pathological lying. the summer vibes are real in this one. there will be humor/fluff throughout to balance everything. and ofc smut too because who am i if not a whore for filthy felix smut. 😉

word count: 4.7k

summary: ever since you were born, all you've ever known is living a simple life in the small australian coastal town of bridgeport bay. you're content with working at your parent's beachside restaurant angel waves for the rest of your life, and you're happy with your place in the world - you have good friends and an even better boyfriend. that is, until everything comes to a standstill when a familiar face from the past visits town for the summer. and in the wake of his return, lee felix upturns everything you thought you were content with here in your comforting little beach town.

a/n: ugh I'm FINALLY starting to write/post this... it feels like I've been stewing over this single idea for MONTHS lmao!! 😩😭 a big thanks to all of my amazing stay writer friends in the writer's club... ya'll are so fucking lovely and I adore you're continual support of my work!! 🥹 I have no idea how many parts this will be, but I'm anticipating for it to be at least 20.k words so... there's that haha! hope ya'll enjoy, and lmk what you think - your thoughts are always welcome! 💞

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“Hey Y/N, can you please get the next table? I think Jordan just seated another customer.” Your best friend Yeji asked you in a light, cheery voice. She was walking past you into the kitchens, both hands full of dirty dishes, her midnight black hair blowing in the breeze that rushed into the restaurant from the open windows that lined the entire place. 

 “Sure thing babe!” You gave her a playful wink, offering up a faint smile before you finished helping ring up another customer’s order. 

 Just like every other weekend, your parent's restaurant - Angel Waves - was bustling with activity, as a solid line formed outside the doors with patrons waiting to snag a seat in the popular joint. A mix between a tropical tiki bar and a fish shack, Angel Waves - or AW for short - was located just off of the beach. With a wrap-around porch and huge bay windows that offered stunning views of the beautiful cerulean sea just a few feet away, AW had been a critically-acclaimed restaurant by the locals for decades. 

 Initially, it had been your father’s dream to open up a restaurant. But then he married your mother, and things took off soon after the wedding. In no time at all, she was pregnant with you while simultaneously helping your father build the restaurant from the ground up. To date, he had added three more parts to the place, making it rather expansive. With the bright neon signs and fire-burning torches that lined the perimeter of it, AW could be spotted on the shoreline from miles away. The inside was decorated rather plainly, with bright pops of tropical colors here and there and wooden chairs lined throughout the area. 

 But at night, the vibes of the restaurant came to life. As the patrons at the seated bar grew louder, the tropical music increased in volume and added to the overall atmosphere of laid-back tourists and locals alike. 

 Having grown up in Bridgeport Bay, which was a small seaside town in the East part of Australia, you were used to the leisurely way of things. But to some, it would seem like everyone around was just lazy. When in fact, people knew how to have a good time - and that was all that mattered to a lot of locals. 

 Including yourself. 

 Your parents had raised you in the small house that was just off the backside of the restaurant, so the tropical way of life had always been the only thing you had known. You didn’t mind living the same daily routine - waking up early to help with chores, then attending classes at the local university, before arriving back at the restaurant in time to help with the night shifts. Plus, it helped that one of your best friends, Yeji, had been working with you at the restaurant since she was a young teenager. 

 Now, at the tender age of twenty-two, you were well acquainted with your surroundings. You were set in stone about what you wanted to do with your life. And after you finished getting your degree in Environmental Science, you hoped to aid in the environmental impact of Bridgeport Bay, since environmental efforts were one of your biggest passions in life.

 As you stared around the dimly lit restaurant that was busy with customers and servers alike, you felt yourself come alive under the energy of it all. And getting a hint of the salty sea breeze on your tongue, you made to help the newest customer in placing their order. 

 The early June sun was just beginning to set over the horizon of the ocean, painting the brilliant light blue sky in shades of violets and fuchsias. Your attention was momentarily pulled away from your task at hand, as you were completely captivated by the look of the rippling water shining underneath the fading sunlight. 

 But you quickly snapped yourself out of your daze, already grabbing hold of your notepad and pen as you came up to the new table you were waiting on. Without looking up, you began to write down the time and your name on the top corner of the paper, like you always did before taking an order. “Hi, welcome to Angel Waves. My name’s Y/N and I’ll be your server. What can I get started for you tonight?” 

 There was a pause on the customer’s end, and the noise of the restaurant overtook all of your senses for a few moments, but then everything dimmed out into a faint hum as the customer spoke. 

 “Hi… Y/N.” 

 Immediately, without even giving it a second thought, your head shot up from the piece of paper on your notepad that you had been previously staring at. 

 Heart hammering in your chest, throat constricting in anxiety, with the flush already clawing up your neck and pooling in either of your cheeks. 

 All at the sight of… 

Him. 

 Lee Felix. 

 The boy that you had grown up with. The one that had moved in next door to your restaurant when you were five years old. The one who had attended preschool, middle school, and high school with you. 

 The boy who had been your best friend in the entire world for over a decade. 

 And also, the single most person whom you hadn’t talked to in over four years. 

 But no- he was no longer a boy. 

 No- as he sat there, peering up at you with that familiar face of his, you suddenly came to acknowledge the years that had passed between the two of you. 

 Evidently, his time away at university for four years in South Korea changed him. Drastically. 

 From the long, sandy bleached-blonde locks that fell across his forehead, to the milky, blemish-free skin. His eyes were darker, too. More intense. And the sharp lines of his face were almost startling - with a jaw that could cut through steel, a proud nose, and prominent cheekbones. 

 He was no longer the awkward and geeky boy he had grown up with. The boy who had short, cropped black hair in his senior year of high school and braces for three years, and cystic acne that lasted well into his junior year of high school. 

 He looked… 

 Like a fully grown man. 

 And you didn’t know how to feel about that. 

 It made your stomach turn in a sickening kind of way. Made your heart pound against your ribcage painfully. 

 He was staring up at you, watching your blatant perusal of him in silence with a ticked-up, perfectly manicured dark eyebrow. 

 But some things hadn’t changed, at least, as he flashed you that tiny, easy smile he always seemed to have plastered on his face. 

 “F-Felix- wow, hi. I-” You began, stammering over your words in your utter surprise. You felt your eyes widen from your stupid blubbering, and the panic chilled down your spine from the way that he laughed heartily at your reaction to him sitting in front of you. “It’s uh- good to see you again, holy fuck.” 

 “Yeah, you too…” He finally pulled his gaze from yours, offering you some respite from the intensity of his matured eyes. You took in a deep breath as his focus scanned over the restaurant all around you. “Glad to see this place hasn’t changed one bit since the last time I came around these parts.” 

 “What brings you back to the coast?” You asked, rocking onto the backs of your heels like you always did when you were nervous. Bridgeport Bay was a small town that was connected to a set of other ones similar to it, which all lined the same coast of Eastern Australia. 

 After all, soon before he left to study in South Korea, he had vowed to you that he’d never step foot in ‘this hellish beach town’ ever again. 

 Obviously, he had proven himself wrong. 

 He shrugged broad shoulders, making you realize how much his physique had changed too. He was fitted in a loose t-shirt and faded jeans, but you could just barely make out the outlines of muscles underneath the baggy fabric. His back was proud and he sat up completely straight in his chair, the opposite of how he used to be in your childhood - always slouched and with thin, frail limbs. He was still petite in stature, but now made up for his lack of height with muscle. Even so, he still outranked you in height by a good three inches. 

 He was acting like it was no big deal - like none of it was a big deal. Not him coming back to Bridgeport after such a long time and looking so different from how you had known him as. “I just graduated, so I decided to spend the summer back at my parent’s place before I decide what I wanna do with my life.” Felix leaned over in his seat then, leveling you with that stare he always gave whenever he was trying to get a read on your feelings. “What about you? I see you’re still working for your folks…” 

 His voice trailed off. And if you didn’t know him any better, you’d assume that he had a pretentious air about him. Sure, he was the scrawny boy that had shipped off to South Korea, only to come back four years later looking hot as hell with a solid education and most-likely loads of crazy stories to tell to everyone who’d listen. 

 You, on the other hand, were still stuck in the same position that you had always been in. Living in Bridgeport Bay, in your parent's house, and helping work the restaurant while attending school at a nearby university. 

 It was comforting, in a sense, to have the same daily routine. But you could also acknowledge the fact that Bridgeport Bay was a fairly quiet place - in other words, not much happened. Most people your age had already moved away as soon as they graduated from high school, either traveling to the big city of Sydney to get a degree or going overseas to bigger and better places.

 And there you were… still stuck in the same turquoise-walled bedroom from your childhood, with the same group of three friends, and waking to the same view every single morning. The brilliant pinks and oranges of the sunrise against the ocean water got old in about… two days. 

 Folding your arms across your chest, you almost felt like you were trying to protect yourself from him. Lee Felix, who had been your childhood best friend. But who, unbeknownst to you, had turned into this ethereal, untouchable beast of a man in the absence of your friendship. It felt foreign and odd, to have him studying you so intently with those dark eyes. “Yeah, I’m still living here in Bridge… same friends, same habits, you know how it is around these parts.” You tried to laugh off the awkwardness you suddenly felt, but your tone came out all flat and warbled. 

 Felix was still staring up at you, but this time, his gaze melted exponentially. So much so, that it suddenly felt like you were the one staring into his soul - picking apart his emotions as he sat there in front of you, head tilted up in curiosity. And the feelings you saw dance across his eyes, for just a split second, made your heart tumble in the pit of your chest. 

 “Same friends, huh?” He asked, but it wasn’t a question he was seeking an answer for. After that, his focus was yanking away from you, as he looked down at the menu before him on the table. You watched his adam’s apple bob up and down, throat constricting as he took in a sharp breath. 

 You could feel the air shift around you as soon as you mentioned friends. Because besides Yeji and Felix, the only other person you had truly had a connection with in Bridgeport Bay was… Christopher Bang. The two of you had met during your freshman year of high school and had been quite inseparable ever since. You had a raging crush on him, and apparently, he had one on you too - since he had asked you out on your first-ever date at the start of your final year in high school. 

 By the time you all were graduating from Bridgeport Bay High, you and Chris were the it couple. With him being the popular soccer jock, it was only right that you started to get popular as well - since you were the ‘hot girlfriend’ who was always hanging on his arm. Chris was nice and funny and was friends with literally all of the high schoolers in the area, so you liked being around him. 

 But the more time you spent with him, the less you spent with Felix. And by the time graduation rolled around, your friendship had suffered big time from your new relationship with Chris. Felix didn’t approve at all of the two of you guys dating. He had always waved off your swooning throughout the years as ‘hormonal imbalances,’ but as soon as the two of you became official, his entire tune changed. 

 All of a sudden, he was getting angry at you. With such a short temper, he would have outbursts during most of your hangouts. And it wasn’t until the night of your graduation that all of the building tension finally broke, like a pinprick to a fragile balloon full of water. 

 The night had ended in a colossal blow-up on both of your ends - with Felix’s anger exploding in your face and making him out to be some ugly, dark boy. And definitely, not the kid you had grown up to love and care for. During the argument, he had finally admitted that he hated Chris' guts - that he saw right through his little scheme, and he thought the guy was a horrible match for you. 

 Of course, you retaliated tenfold by throwing his singleness in his face. Since, during the entirety of your high school years, he had never once dated any girl. That insult was low for even you, and soon had him storming off the scene, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat from your stubbornness. You hadn’t listened to him the whole time, only registering the fact that he didn’t approve of you and Chris being together. Like he was your fucking dad and he needed to give his consent to every man you loved and dated. 

 And that turned out to be the last time the two of you ever saw or talked to each other for the next four years. Since just a week after graduation, Felix had completely vanished from Bridgeport Bay. When you went over to his house to make things up, his parents informed you that he’d already left for South Korea earlier than expected. 

 His absence didn’t fully register until you tried to call and text him that night, only to be left with an error message in return. Since he was moving to a different country, he needed to change his phone number. He had already informed you of such a thing weeks earlier, and the two of you had planned on setting up a special app where you could text. But the two of you had forgotten about such a detail in the business of graduation season, so there was no way to contact him. 

 Instead, you were faced with living in the wake of his departure - you were forced to relive the big fight between the two of you for months after that, rehashing things and stewing over all of the feelings again and again. And finally, after a year of being heartbroken over the shattered friendship with your best friend in the entire world, you decided to move on. 

 To bigger, and better things. 

 Like the friends you still had in Bridgeport Bay, going to university, and working at the restaurant. 

 And, Chris too. 

 Since your relationship had only blossomed from there, having quickly turned into a four-year ordeal of fun dates and long night chats and walks along the sandy beachside in the late afternoon sunset. 

 “I’ll have the salmon bowl with brown rice, please.” Felix’s deep timbre pulled you out of your daze of thought, shocking you back into the present. You were still standing there at his table, in the middle of a busy dinner rush, waiting for his order. “Oh, and a side of fried pineapple rings too.” 

 “Okay, and what kind of drink would you like with all of that?” You asked, mind turning off and zoning into work mode as you wrote down his order. “We have all kinds of-”

 “I know what you guys serve, Y/N. I’m not a complete idiot.” 

 His deadpan retort came out in that unfamiliar voice of his, automatically ripping your eyes away from your notepad. 

 And there he was, peering up at you again. 

 But this time, his eyes were a lot more hooded - darker, even. Swimming with tension, his sharp jaw pulled taut in what appeared to be annoyance. 

 Before you could even get another word out, he was speaking again. In that raspy, deep tone, and you had no idea how you could get used to all of the changes at once. “I’ll take a coke- if that’s okay.” 

 You nodded, once, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. It was heavy and hard to move to form any more words, so you decided against talking and just flitted away from his table altogether with his order. 

 As you were passing by the open bar, you tossed Jordan, one of your coworkers, a pointed look. “Take care of table seven for me, will ya?” You motioned with a slight tilt of your head to where Felix was sitting across from the window. 

 Jordan frowned, eyes turning to slits as soon as he registered who was sitting at the table. The two of you had never been particularly friends, since he was a few years older than you. But he had been working as a waiter/bartender at AW for the past seven years and knew all of the regulars who came by. He also knew who Felix was, and what he meant to you. 

 “The little bastard giving you any trouble, darling?” He asked in a low voice as he slid a full glass of craft beer across the porcelain countertop to a waiting elderly man. “I can take care of him if you-”

 “What? No, no,” you said frantically, waving your hands in the air to stop him from going any further. Eyes shifting back to Felix, you registered the way that he was sitting there, shoulders slightly slumped in his seat, as he stared out the large window to his left side, examining the lapping waves of the seashore. “No- I just… I can’t handle all of… that tonight.” 

 Jordan gave you a soft smile, flashing a wink your way before he was back mixing another cocktail for a new customer. “You know I’ll always cover for your ass, baby girl.” 

 You giggled quietly at his absurd pet names. You knew that he was never seriously calling you any of them, but it was more in an affectionate, brotherly kind of way. Plus, he was viscerally gay, so you never had to worry that the nicknames were ever alluding to more than just a coworker-to-coworker friendship. 

 By the time you left the bar where Jordan was busily working and filed into the kitchen, you were once again swept up in the chaos of it all. Servers and managers bustling about, chefs shouting orders out at each other. And in no time at all, your mind was drowned in your work and you no longer could hold any space for the thought of him. 

 Yeji failed to catch sight of him in her busyness, which you were thankful for. She and Felix had been friends in high school, but no one had been as close to him as you had. At least, until your colossal fight on graduation night. Then, even you weren't close to Lee Felix.

 The night passed by rather quickly, as you heeded your parent's commands and helped out with the dinner rush as best as you could - taking orders, scrubbing dishes in the back of the kitchen, and cleaning up tables after customers had left their spots. 

 By the time closing hour was nearing at eleven o'clock, most of the customers had left for the night - save for a few couples dispersed throughout the place and a rowdy group of men who had steadily gotten drunker on their liquor as the hours passed. Jordan was somehow managing them swimmingly, playing into their flirtations and pouring them drinks that were ‘on the house,’ but really, just made a bigger cut in his tip paycheck.

 You were so invested and focused on your work at the register, as you sorted through all of the orders from that night, that you failed to notice the shadow that was slinking across the wall, coming towards you steadily. 

 But finally, the dark figure was upon you and snaking two strong arms around your waist, pulling you away from the front counter and pressing your back against a chiseled chest. 

 Already sensing who it was, you giggled softly and turned your head up to look into the eyes of your boyfriend, Chris, whom you had been dating for the past five years. He had always said that he didn’t want anything ‘too serious’ and that he was happy with just dating you until the last of his days. And to be honest, you weren’t complaining all that much. 

 Although, you sometimes got bothered by the thought of never getting to marry the man you had loved for so long. Once in a while, you’d get into this odd annoying spell where you’d be angry that he never wanted to make a complete and solid life with you - and instead wanted to continue dating happily like the two of you were still in high school. 

 But in the end, you always managed to push those frustrated thoughts away, deeming everything to be alright since you could do anything if it meant living the rest of your days out with the love of your life, Chris. 

 “When did you get here?” You asked, as you reached up and twisted a few fingers through his midnight coils. They were curly and stood up at all different ends, something you had always loved about him. That, and his killer body. 

 “Just a second ago- thought I’d surprise you and take you out to dinner after your long, hard day at work…” His voice trailed off, as his hands squeezed down on your shoulders, long fingers massaging the aches and pains away. 

 You felt a sly smirk already starting to spread across your mouth as you leaned into him and pressed a wanting kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were talking in a quiet voice. “Give me a few minutes, I’m almost done with my sorting.” 

 Just as you tried to escape from his grasp, Chris tightened his hold over you, arms encircling your waist and pressing your ass into the front of his sweatpants. You could feel the hardness there, just through the line of the thin fabric. 

 Oh, so we wanted the night to result in that kind of date. 

“Nah- I’m not letting you go,” he mumbled in a deep voice, mouth coming close to your ear as he whispered into it, warm breath fanning against the exposed span of your neck. “Been thinking about you all day baby, want you so bad tonight…” 

 He let the rest of his words trail off, forcing an ugly blush to bleed into either of your cheeks. Then he was spinning around so that he was completely facing you. The darkness of the restaurant cast a shaded glow over his broad shoulders, as he pressed into you with a sardonic smile plastered across his face. 

 “What’s so funny, mister?” You asked, tracing a finger over the line of his jaw as he tilted down into you and gave your nose a light peck. 

 “Nothing, just… I love riling you up like this when you’re at work. Feels… exhilarating.” 

 Then you had no time to react, as his face was moving and capturing your lips up in a lustful kiss. His mouth was plush and familiar against yours, and immediately, you were melting into his firm grasp, moaning softly at the way that one of his hands trailed down the curve of your ass, squeezing the covered skin there. 

 You guys were practically making out at the front counter of the restaurant, for everyone else to see. And in most normal circumstances, you’d feel embarrassed. But at the moment, you just felt overwhelmed with love and desire for your amazing, handsome boyfriend Chris. 

 As your fingers carded through his curly locks, bringing his face closer to yours as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for entrance, your eyes shot open. Scanning the entire room, your focus caught on the front door, and the person who was slipping out of it in silence. 

 And there he was, once again.

 Lee Felix. 

 Your once-best friend, 

 Your once long-time neighbor, 

 Your once-classmate for more than ten years. 

He was standing there at the front door, halfway stepping through it. But his body was turned around so that he was staring straight at… you. As you were practically getting groped by your boyfriend in the middle of Angel Waves, as your mouth was getting absolutely devoured by Chris’ lips. 

 And the look he gave you then, as your gazes locked in a shocking bout of tension, left you feeling both furious and confused all at the same time. 

 His eyes studied your form, which was so tangled up with your boyfriend’s at the moment. And even from across the room, you could see the feelings that crossed his coffee-brown irises as he watched you in silence. 

 There was sadness there, 

 And pain, too. 

 But also… 

 An irrevocable amount of… ire too. 

 The heat of jealousy that you found there burned like fire in the back of your throat, making your heart tumble around in your chest and the butterflies to flicker around in a frenzy just inside your stomach. 

 The sight of it all forced an agonizing zap of energy to course through your veins, rising your spine and causing gooseflesh to erupt across your skin. 

 Then, as quickly as you had registered it, it was all gone. 

 And he was leaving out the front door, the bell at the top of the glass jingling in the remaining trace of his departure. 

 There you stood, having to deal with the confusion that bled through your mind and the anxious jumbling that floated around your entire body. 

 And the worst part about it? 

 Was that the entire time, you had never stopped kissing Chris. 

 Never stopped yanking on his locks, allowing Chris to take parts of you in front of everyone else. 

 In front of… him. 

 You had continued to feverishly make out with your boyfriend, all the while your attention had been distracted on Lee Felix, and the way that he had stared at you so wholly and starkly. 

 Almost like, the two of you were playing in a silent battle of the wits. 

 With him, having always disapproved of your relationship with Christopher Bang. 

 And you, having been in love with Chris for the past eight years. 

 In the end, you had chosen your respective sides - what with you dating the love of your life, and Felix sitting on the sidelines, giving you an air of rebuttal as he stared on in barely masked disgust. 

 But you didn’t care what he thought. You weren’t living for him and you didn’t give two shits about any of his opinions. Especially after everything that had happened and from the way that you hadn’t spoken in literal years. 

 Yeah, you definitely didn’t care about what he thought. 

 So why, then, did the look he give you just before he left the restaurant, cause your heart to race so much? 

 Why did it cause a cold sweat to break out across your brow?

 Why did it flood your mind so much, that you could no longer focus on anything else? 

 Like an intoxicating drug, like the most lethal of poisons, he was infecting your entire being. 

 With his changed physique and persona and voice and… everything. 

 But especially, the way that he had glanced at you so sardonically. 

 So darkly. 

 So painfully. 

 So… 

 Sinfully. 

To be continued...

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[yourmaximoff]

Midnight Sins

Summary: Ever since Princess Wanda began to be disturbed in her dreams by a succubus, her life has never been the same.

Paring: Princess!Wanda x Succubus!Vampire!Reader

Warnings: (+18) top!reader, botton!wanda, non/dub-con, dirty talk, degradation, sonophilia, public mind sex, fingering, oral, vampirism (reader is vampire-succubus, so feeds on cum and blood)

Words: 10k

A/N: hey hi again, this is definitely hot, it has a lot of obscenities, but it is so sweet in a way. I hope it's as much fun to read as it was to write ♡

(English is not my first language, sorry for any translation errors)

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The silver moonlight gently spilled over a magnificent Renaissance castle located in the north of Romania. Towering spires rose in various parts of the castle, their sharp silhouettes cutting through the dark sky like a gleaming knife.

Stone walls, bathed in the bright moonlight, revealed themselves in shades of gray and darkness, yet not in the least worn. The wealth and grandeur of the Maximoff royal family were manifested in every part of that carefully preserved and immaculate castle.

A vast expanse of flowers adorned a garden beside the grand castle. Flower beds exuded a diverse combination, ranging from fiery red to deep purple, from soft lilac to bright yellow.

A serene little lake rested in a more secluded area of the flowers. Its crystal-clear water perfectly reflected the moon, but also a slender crimson tail swaying on the branch of an apple tree.

Taking in a deep breath of the cozy air of the dark, chilly night, you observed the statue of a female figure in the middle of the garden. A pattern of white and red flowers surrounded the angelic figure with large open wings, her body slightly inclined downward as if blessing the flowers.

You attentively observed the statue, its angelic aura and a small crucifix on its chest like a protective necklace. You wrinkled your nose, laughing at the feeble attempt of stupid humans to keep creatures of the night at bay. Well, perhaps this statue truly kept some creatures fearful, but you felt nothing but an even greater desire to disturb that place.

The statue truly caught your attention. It portrayed a beautiful woman whom you felt drawn to know more about. Perhaps she was a historical figure, a philosopher, a healer, or even a saint? She was a young girl, nothing like the statues of grumpy men scattered around the village. It was the beauty of the statue that, ever since you first laid eyes on it, drew you in rather than instilling fear.

Your routine, ever since the statue was placed there a few weeks ago, has been to wait for the moonlight to consume the blazing sunlight, to sit on the branch of the tree nearby, just enough to remain unseen, and simply stay close to the statue. You were alone, and strangely felt embraced by the unknown marble figure.

Tonight was no different from the past twenty nights. Lying on the tree branch, with your head resting in your hands, gazing at the moonlight and only feeling the presence of the statue, you inhale deeply the scent of the flowers and let your mind drift away and wander into infinity.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn't notice a dark-haired girl approaching the statue. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back like waves, and a delicate dress made of fine fabric gently embraced her curves.

Your eyes left the moon and returned to the statue when you caught a unique scent, a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. Your eyes widened as they landed on the figure responsible for the fragrance. A girl with her back to you, kneeling on the ground and pushing the soil aside, creating a hole.

Her hands caressed the soil while singing a beautiful song in a language you didn't know but reminded you of French and Latin. Her slightly husky yet sweet voice sent a shiver down your spine.

The girl left the newly planted seed, took a small jug, and began filling it from the little lake in front of the tree where you were. Your heart started racing as you noticed the striking resemblance between the girl in front of you and the statue. Her ethereal aura, her prominent freckled cheeks that you could only see up close, her slightly plump lips, and her wavy hair cascading down her back only made you hungrier.

Your stomach growled silently, and your mouth began to salivate as you saw the small girl in front of you as the perfect prey to satisfy your sudden hunger. Your breath became uneven as you simply observed the delicacy with which she filled a jug with water. The sight of her pronounced collarbone and the deliciously exposed curve of her neck only intensified the uncontrollable beast within you.

When she turned her back again to water the newly planted seed, your entrance throbbed and trembled. Your eyes transformed into a vivid red with dilated pupils, and your cheeks burned with excitement.

But something inside you prevented you from attacking her. Something in your chest warmed in a way never felt before. You had such affection for the statue's figure that now that her figure stood before you in flesh and blood, with blood pumping deliciously in her veins, you couldn't think of anything but wanting her for yourself. You didn't want to kill her, you wanted to consume her, to feed on her blood, to indulge in her pleasure, and above all, to feast on her soul.

You sneaked and descended from the tree, landing your bare feet silently on the ground, inhaling deeply the scent of cinnamon and vanilla, even more prominent in the air. The girl's voice began to sing the lullaby again in the unknown language, unaware of your mortal presence just behind her.

Your chest started pounding as you took a step forward, your inner monster beginning to take control of your body, accompanied by the hunger exploding in your empty stomach. Fangs descended over your canine teeth, and your saliva filled your famished mouth.

"Wanda, dear, dinner is on the table. Clean your hands and come eat." The sweet voice of the queen, coming from the open glass door of the garden, resonated throughout the flower-filled space.

"Yes, mother, I'm coming." The girl, supposedly named Wanda, wiped the dust off her hands on her own white dress and left the garden.

You deeply inhaled the scent of her body, the delicious perfume spreading through the air as her angelic presence dissipated. You shook your head, pushing the bloodthirsty monster lodged within you back into your consciousness.

Your fangs gave way to your normal canines, your eyes slowly returned to their original color, and your tail began to wag from side to side in excitement that took over your body. Allowing your more rational and less animalistic self to return, you went back to the tree with the intention of waiting until everyone in the castle retired, to finally strike in the middle of the night.

And so it was done. As the hours advanced into the early morning, all the lights in the castle were turned off, plunging the palace into deep darkness. The only remaining illumination came from the chandeliers carried by the guards on their nightly rounds, with candles flickering in their steady hands. The chandeliers cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, while the guards' silent steps echoed through the corridors.

You left the tree and, before heading towards the castle, took one last look at the statue. Its features were identical to those of your next victim, but this replica was not perfect. It lacked her delicate and almost imperceptible freckles, her naturally rosy cheeks, and most importantly, her sweet scent. But even so, you found yourself admiring it.

Your gaze traveled across the statue's body and stopped at the outstretched arms, as if blessing the ground and the flowers around. Your eyes fixated on a small, solitary flower, separated from the others, with a freshly cut stem and voluminous petals stained with dirt. Next to it, you noticed a cluster of weeds tangled in a green mess. The poor flower struggled against the weeds, and Wanda was determined to help.

Gently, you cupped the flower in your hands and recognized that it wasn't a rose but a Black Swan peony. Its petals, arranged in multiple layers, displayed a deep red, almost black. Despite its somber appearance, its aroma was soft and sweet.

Your gaze turned back to the statue, and a strong determination surged through your veins as your mind merged the figure of the statue with that of the brunette girl.

Sneaking around the castle, your feet found support on the rough surfaces of the rocks, while your hands firmly grasped the ledges and crevices of the castle. Finally, you reached the castle's balcony, where an open window revealed itself as a passage into the princess's room.

Climbing up the edge of the open window, you breathed deeply, sensing the sweet vanilla scent filling the room. With a smile on your lips, you sneaked inside, noticing the presence of the brunette girl lying on the imposing canopy bed positioned in the center of the spacious room.

The white satin sheet stood out in contrast to the dark wooden pillars flanking the bed. A wooden plaque carved in gold above the headboard displayed the name 'Wanda' in careful and extremely elegant calligraphy.

"Wanda." You whispered each letter on your tongue, feeling how her confirmed baptismal name resonated as it left your mouth.

The entire room screamed lust and wealth but with a sweet and delicate touch in every part. A wooden dressing table against the wall, the large mirror reflected the items on the table. No dark or heavy makeup, only lip gloss and lighter colors, she surely didn't need any makeup to accentuate her beauty.

On the desk, there was a recently extinguished scented candle, emitting a delightful lavender scent that brought a calm and relaxed aura. Study papers on languages and some gouache paintings scattered across the wooden surface. And everywhere, there were small pots with simple plants that appeared to be well cared for. You approached the desk, planting a kiss on the peony, and placed it on the papers on the table.

Allowing your curious gaze to fall upon her sleeping figure on the bed, you approached with slow steps until you were mere inches away from the bed. Noble blood pumped through her veins, and the angelic aura that pervaded her room, emanating from her body as well, left you with no other thought than the fact that she was undoubtedly a princess.

A smile settled on your lips, a vivid red invaded your pupils, and your succubus tail began to sway in the air again. The fragile and defenseless figure before you intensified your unbearable hunger, lascivious thoughts flooded your mind like waves. This time, your fangs didn't appear; this time, you weren't hungry for blood. You craved orgasm, and your prey, your victim, was right in front of you, ready to feed you.

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A deep gasp escaped Wanda's throat, choked moans sounding like high-pitched melodies in the air. Her hands tightly gripped the white satin sheet, and her legs unconsciously wrapped around a figure between her thighs. She pushed her hips upward, feeling her blood pulsate through her veins, her legs trembling along with her hands gripping the sheet tightly. She was being consumed.

"Fuck." She gasped again in another moan, her entrance being attacked with licks and suction in all the right places on her sensitive pussy.

As her breath rose and fell, her hardened nipples rubbed against the soft fabric of her nightgown. Waves of heat crashed against her burning body, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead, and warm air escaping her lips with every moan. The overheating and the pleasure building up in her stomach were enough for her eyes to start watering.

Feeling the skillful tongue hitting all the sensitive parts of her hot core, she began to feel the orgasm slowly corroding her stomach. She started grinding her hips against the delightful sensation, but sharp nails like claws pressed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, preventing her from moving. Another moan escaped her throat, and instead of dispersing the pleasure, the pain became enough fuel for her to reach the limit, the highest sensation of pleasure she had ever felt before.

Wanda's body trembled, her hands instinctively flew to the head between her legs. Pulling strands of unfamiliar hair forcefully between her fingers, it was as if she signaled the impending release of her orgasm.

A precise and rough lick was enough for her viscous liquid to flow from her hot hole onto the hunter's tongue. She felt pleasure coursing through her veins, the sensation of spirals dissipating from her stomach, and a wave of pleasure and relief flooding her mind.

You smiled against her pussy; it tasted even better than you thought a princess would. It was as sweet as her aura, but as addictive as a drug. Sliding your tongue all over her pussy one last time, savoring every delicious drop, you planted a tender kiss on her folds and faded away like smoke from her mind.

Wanda woke up with her chest pounding and her body hot. Sweat trickled down her forehead, while her breathing was heavy and her eyes moistened with dry tears. Startled, she quickly sat up in bed and looked at the open window.

The white curtains swayed, bringing in the cold night breeze, while a fleeting figure with a red tail darted through the crack between the curtains. Feeling fear, Wanda slid off the bed and turned on the bedside lamp, but, as expected or perhaps unexpectedly, there was nothing there. She sighed deeply, straightening her disheveled hair, and approached the vanity. Looking at her own sweaty and heated reflection in the mirror, she realized she had had an erotic dream.

She had never experienced anything so vivid and real before. A wave of pleasure enveloped her in the dream, taking her to climax in an intense and overwhelming way. Now, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment as she recalled that little sinful dream she had lived. She mentally scolded herself for not looking down and discovering who was behind that pleasurable sensation.

"Could this dream be a premonition of something, perhaps the love of my life?" She questioned herself as she sat down and began to run the brush through her hair.

After a few minutes of contemplation, the orange rays of sunlight slowly started dissipating the darkness of the night. Its brightness flooded the room, illuminating every corner, while the sound of the newly awakened birds brought a sense of peace to Wanda's troubled mind.

As she looked out the window, Wanda noticed something positioned on top of the desk. Feeling curious, she left the brush on the vanity table and walked over to the desk. To her surprise, there was the Peony she had tended to and removed weeds from the garden the previous night, delicately resting on the surface of the table.

Throughout the morning, she found herself returning to her dream, and her flushed cheeks betrayed that she was thinking about something inappropriate for the moment. Amidst her duties as a princess, she found herself doodling various drawings on the sheet, depicting the possible mysterious figure. Each drawing had different features, such as the face shape, body, and even the type of hair, which was the only thing she could distinctly feel from the figure between her legs.

"Are you here, Wanda?" Her friend Monica asked, snapping her fingers in front of Wanda's focused eyes on the drawing.

"Oh, yes, sorry." Wanda shook her head, diverting her eyes from the drawings to the French teacher. "Why do I need to learn French anyway?"

"Because suitors from all languages will come to the ball, silly," Monica replied, shaking her head and glancing away from Wanda to the sheet on the table.

"And your father wants to make sure you'll be a good diplomat," answered the gray-haired, stubble-faced teacher, as he continued to glide the chalk on the board.

Wanda grimaced, shaking her head. She liked having all the privileges and not having to make an effort to achieve things. However, the whole situation of being courted by people from other kingdoms made her stomach churn. Deep down, she knew why she felt nauseous about it. It's not that she disliked attention, but the idea of having only men to choose from didn't seem as exciting as it should be.

The 21st birthday gift Wanda received from her mother was a replica of herself in the form of a statue in the garden. Perhaps it was a bit too narcissistic for her taste to have a life-size copy of herself, but she didn't complain; she found it charming to be among the flowers she cared for with such dedication and affection.

On the other hand, her father's gift was to invite several suitors from various wealthy kingdoms to a party at the palace in a few days, with the intention of finding a suitor worthy of her to help govern the kingdom or govern on her behalf. Maybe Wanda was minimally lucky to have a family that loved and respected her enough not to force her into a marriage against her will. However, the idea of her fate being to marry a man who supposedly would boss her around made her nauseous.

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The afternoon sun slowly began to be consumed by the darkness that the moon radiated, all the rooms of the palace turning on its yellow lights, illuminating the entire darkness of the castle.

You lay on the same branch as usual, your thumb wiping the blood that trickled from the corners of your lips. Savouring the metallic taste of blood, you placed your hands behind your head like a pillow. Inhaling deeply the scent of the garden flowers, you once again felt embraced by the presence of the beautiful statue, now called Wanda. You silently allowed yourself to confide your feelings to the statue.

You were still curious to know more about Wanda, to know a little more than just the taste of her climax. This was actually something new for you. You were a creature of the night, a creature created to feed on humans, both their blood and their climax, but something about Wanda was different. You felt as if imaginary butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. That intoxicating scent of her perfume was stuck in your mind. Closing your eyes, you could feel her presence just by the memory of her perfume. Her sweet voice answering her mother, the color of her hair, the prominent collarbone on her pale skin above the shoulders of that dress. Everything was spinning in your mind, everything seemed so confusing. You had never felt empathy for anyone before, and now you have a girl in your head, a princess named Wanda.

Shifting your gaze from the moon to the statue, you descended from the tree and approached slowly. Admiring the perfection of the marble statue, your mind brought forth memories of Wanda's face. Every detail was vivid in your memory: the delicate freckles, the slightly curved nose, the eyes green like weeds, the full lips painted with a soft gloss. Fascinated, you approached the statue, gliding gently over the marble surface until your lips met those of the sculpture. Curious to feel the texture and sensation, you pressed your lips against the coldness of the stone, knowing it was only a representation, but still enjoying the illusion of an impossible kiss.

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered, but the sensation wasn't enough for them to go away. You swallowed, moving away, looking at the statue with a smile and slightly warm cheeks. Oh damn, did you really kiss a statue? You laughed at yourself, but soon released a sigh, looking at the glass door of the garden. Could you have her lips against yours? Would she ever kiss you awake?

Looking up, you observed Wanda's bedroom window with the light on. Some nearby flowers showed signs of weeds starting to grow on their stems. Wanda's careful attention to her plants piqued your curiosity about what she might be doing. Perhaps, having seen Wanda only once, the previous night, your mind created an imaginary nighttime routine for her.

Shaking off the conflicting thoughts, you took one last look at the statue and felt a wave of adrenaline rush through your veins. A visit wouldn't hurt anyone, right? You felt the urge to see her again, to observe her skin, to feel her scent.

But maybe it was a bit premature, after all, were you really missing her? Even though you saw her for the first and only time last night? Grimacing to yourself, you dismissed your own question. No, you only liked the taste of her climax, and that was it. You had no empathy or feelings for anyone.

You kept that lie in your mind as you climbed the protruding rocks on the castle's stone walls. Placing your hands on the balcony, you squinted your eyes and saw her with her back to the open window. A romantic symphony played in the room, and only the chandelier light illuminated the space as she wrote something at the desk.

You silently jumped inside the balcony and sat on the floor. Thankful that the window was open and the curtains were pinned, you could observe her attentively. The tranquility that reigned in the room started to warm your heart in a different way. Crossing your legs, you rested your elbow on the knee and, with the palm of your hand open, supported your head.

Looking through the vanity mirror, you managed to see her beautiful face illuminated by the chandelier light. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, her eyes fixed on a book in front of her, occasionally glancing down to write on the page. Her features were so soft and angelic that everything she did seemed like the work of an angel.

As if she felt your gaze, she absentmindedly looked at the vanity mirror. Her eyes met yours directly, and for a moment, you were grateful for being half-vampire and not reflecting in the mirror. Her irises gently stood out under the orange light of the chandelier, her eyelashes blinked slowly as she returned her attention to the page in front of her.

Wanda looked like a living work of art, her eyes gliding from the page to the book resting in front of her. Sometimes, she got lost in thoughts, looking around as if she sensed she was being watched. However, you were cunning and managed to stay quiet and invisible to her eyes.

A long period passed without you even realizing, and Wanda stood up from the chair, closing the book and her now content-filled page on the table. Stretching her body, she turned on her heels and glanced at the open window. As she approached, she placed her hand on the two large windows, about to close them when a thought crossed her mind.

"What if my dream came from the open window?" Wanda thought. She always kept her window closed, and the only day she left it open coincided with her dream. Did she really want to dream about that again? Was it worth the risk of leaving the window open, allowing some flying animal, insect, or even a monster to enter the room, all for just a moment of pleasure?

A hand rested on Wanda's lips, preventing any scream from escaping. A deep, seductive whisper echoed in her ears, "Come to me." The sound of that hypnotizing voice enveloped her mind, making her feel dizzy and weak. Unable to resist, she fainted in your arms, surrendering completely.

Feeling the weight of Wanda's lifeless body, you carefully embraced her and lifted her in your arms as if she were a feather. The soft touch of her skin against yours, the sensation of her warmth and fragility, brought a mixture of excitement and tenderness. With determined steps, you carried her to the soft bed, gently placing her on the delicate sheets.

Back in her quarters, you let curiosity work in your body. Gliding through the room, you could now calmly observe things in her room, without that thirst and euphoria of tasting her for the first time.

The papers on the desk were carefully organized, revealing Wanda's sweet and elegant handwriting. Next to the papers, a French study book was closed, marked by a delicate red bookmark.

A picture frame caught your attention, displaying a picture of Wanda with her parents. The three of them were dressed in luxurious clothes, revealing the wealth and elegance of the family. A diamond tiara shone on Wanda's forehead, while her makeup, slightly more intense than usual, further enhanced her youthful beauty. The golden shimmer on her eyelids and cheeks seemed to reflect the sun, adding a touch of glamour to her angelic appearance.

On the wooden shelf, there was a meticulously organized stack of books. Among the titles, a diversity of subjects stood out, including studies on plants and flowers. However, what caught your attention the most was the significant number of romance books, occupying a considerable space on the shelf.

You wrinkled your nose at the thought of Wanda being a romantic girl. Would she be the type to receive flowers? Or the type to give flowers from her own garden? You pondered on the perfect gift to court a princess like her. Surely, gold and jewelry were common gifts that she probably received abundantly, an obvious display of wealth, but Wanda didn't seem to enjoy that type of gift.

You left Wanda's room, jumped off the balcony, and under the cozy light of the night, you stealthily sneaked through the now empty streets of the village to the local library. Entering the empty library and passing by the large shelves, you soon spotted what you were looking for. Sliding your finger over the hard, brownish cover, you pulled out the book, holding it securely in your hands.

The dark brownish cover only further enhanced the title 'Dracula' written in a shiny faux gold. Your eyes gleamed, reflecting the golden glow of the book and bringing to mind the memory of Wanda's pale skin under the orange light of the chandelier. If you were to give her a gift, you would certainly use this book that revealed little, but revealed your world and your vampiric mind.

Back in her room, you placed the book on the table, along with a small note you wrote with your own pen on a blank sheet. At no point did you wonder why you were giving her a gift; you simply let your instincts guide you. Perhaps deep down, you knew that Wanda was different and that she made your heart flutter. The idea of courting her, even if she didn't know of your existence, brought comfort to you.

Your eyes dilated when you saw her lying face down on the bed, with one thigh bent and the other leg stretched out, exposing a good portion of her body. You swallowed hard, smiling as your mouth began to salivate, preparing to attack once again. To attack to obtain what you desire so much, after all, you believe you deserve it, don't you? The book on the table has a price, and that price is her.

Diving deep into her desires and darkest thoughts, you consumed her mind, invading every piece of her thoughts and delving into her darkest desires. In the cloud of emotions growing in her mind, you were able to understand some things that Wanda liked, and you would certainly use them to provide even more pleasure to her, and consequently, to feed better.

Wanda's breath started to hitch as she felt the space between her legs being attacked again, but this time it was skillful fingers delivering slow movements against her clitoris. She moaned softly and, as she tilted her head to finally see the face of her hunter, delicious lips engulfed one of her breasts.

The surprise was enough for you to sink two fingers into her walls, stretching her slowly with back and forth movements. Wanda swallowed the deep groan, gripping your hair tightly against her chest. You began to suck on her breast with your mouth, your tongue tracing around her deliciously hardened nipple, while your fingers started to thrust forcefully and quickly inside her.

"Who..." She choked on a moan, her head stretched back on the pillow, and her hands gripped your hair tightly. "Who are you?"

You growled against her nipple, gliding deep kisses along her collarbone until reaching her ear. "Soon, you'll know." You trailed kisses down her neck, where you found her delicious pulse, feeling her hot blood pumping tirelessly to her heated mind. Your mouth tirelessly left purple bite marks and hickeys on her neck. If this wasn't a dream, Wanda would certainly feel very embarrassed and self-conscious the next day explaining the marks on her neck.

"Do you want to be treated like a dirty slut?" You asked against the skin of her neck, moving back up to her ear. "There, inside your beautiful, brainless little head, you like that, don't you?" You pushed your fingers as deep as you could and began twisting them inside her, thrusting all the way in and pulling back to the edge. Gradually, her mind started to drift away, the butterflies in her stomach swirling as the pressure in her stomach increased, swelling like a balloon about to burst.

Wanda swallowed hard, and a smile appeared on her lips as she processed your dirty words. This was what she wanted, at least for now. Being treated with respect and like royalty was nice, but being treated like a whore was one of the repressed fetishes within her. Wanda needed someone to disrupt her perfect princess life, she needed a demon to consume her completely, she needed you.

You eagerly devoured her entire pussy, her legs closed around your face while you still pumped your fingers inside her. Sucking motions and your tongue tracing her sensitive clit were enough to make an orgasm explode over her stomach. A tired, guttural moan escaped Wanda's lips, her toned thighs trembling and trapping you between her legs. You gave a few more thrusts, prolonging the pleasure, and slid your mouth to finally consume her precious nectar.

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"I noticed you like romances. Why not give this one a chance?" Wanda read, biting her lower lip. Her eyes scanned the note again for the tenth time since she laid eyes on it earlier in the morning.

Sitting on a swing, Wanda allowed her body to be gently rocked by the breeze blowing from the surrounding nature. Her hair was disheveled, cascading messily down her back. The brunette's cheeks were lightly flushed from the wind caressing her skin, adding a rosy touch to her appearance. Wanda's hands carefully held the book she had received, positioned on her lap. A large branch from the voluminous tree served as a support point for a sturdy sisal rope, while vines from the trunk spread tangled over the rope, creating delicate flowered vines that intertwined with the swing's cords.

Once again, she was attacked by the night. She couldn't even call it an attack anymore; it was as pleasurable as the first time, but so unique that she couldn't believe her mind was playing tricks on her like this. Who could have placed that book on the table early in the morning? Her parents had already given her the birthday present, and she would certainly recognize the handwriting. The person who attacked her in the dream now had a voice, a beautiful voice that began to disturb Wanda's thoughts in the morning. It was impossible; it was just a dream. Her tired mind, seeking alternatives to relax, may have created a figure from her own imagination... right? Unless something supernatural was truly lurking around her. Wanda was aware of the existence of nocturnal creatures, but she never bothered to delve deeper into her studies on the subject. But now, with the possibility that something supernatural was truly disturbing her, she felt defenseless.

Swaying gently, Wanda was immersed in thought, trying to connect her recurring erotic dreams with the gift on the table. In a matter of days, she had been supposedly attacked with waves of pleasure and gifted with presents. Had Wanda done something to deserve these things? Was it God, if He even exists, rewarding her for being a good princess?

The bright sunlight pierced through the dense clouds and bathed Wanda's face, temporarily blinding her vision. She furrowed her brow, feeling the intense heat against her skin, and instinctively raised the book to create a protective shade over her face.

As the shadow offered relief from the blinding glare, her thoughts began to organize. Her eyes scanned the words printed on the book cover: "Dracula." A shiver ran down her spine as the word gleamed before her eyes. A sudden idea erupted in her clouded mind like a flash of lucidity. That was it; she needed to delve deeper into the study of nocturnal creatures in order to discover what exactly was disturbing her.

Wanda crossed the village and entered the local library. Her princess attire was completely concealed beneath the large traveler's cloak with a hood, keeping her royal aura hidden. Wanda always wore this cloak when escaping the confines of the castle, seeking solace in an empty spot in the library to read or breathe the fresh air among common folk.

With hands positioned behind her back and her head slightly tilted forward, Wanda stepped into the library with soft and cautious steps. The distinct scent of old books and knowledge permeated the air, enveloping her in a literary atmosphere.

Wanda proceeded, lightly gliding her fingers over the spines of the volumes within her reach. Her senses were heightened as if the library itself whispered in her ear, revealing clues and directions to follow. After a few minutes of relentless searching, her keen eyes captured an intriguing sight: a solitary book resting on a dark and less frequented shelf of the library.

Wanda reached out and took the book, feeling the rough and worn texture of the leather in her fingers. The title bore inscriptions that seemed to have been carved by someone hundreds of years ago. Carefully, she opened the old, yellowed pages, sensing the scent of aged paper wafting into her nostrils along with a cloud of swirling dust.

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On the night preceding the ball, Wanda entered the garden, holding a book firmly in her hands, and approached the tree where you were. Watching her hands closely, you recognized the book you had gifted her, held tightly between her arms, pressed against her chest. A knot formed in your throat, and you began to rise, consumed by the fear of being seen by her. However, as Wanda turned her back to the tree, settling down on the ground and resting her head against the trunk, a silent sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Curiously, you observed as Wanda's delicate fingers opened the cover of the book titled 'Dracula'. Her white dress spread out on the grass, contrasting with the vibrant green surroundings, while her pale skin extended forward, touching the softness of the lawn.

"Jonathan Harker's Diary," Wanda said aloud, and you immediately recognized the beginning of the book. She stretched her legs up to her knees and carefully rested the book on her lap. Her enchanting voice echoed throughout the garden, enveloping the surroundings with a gentle melody.

Lying back on the branch, you smiled as you gazed at the moon and the stars, while Wanda's reading spun through your mind. You were thrilled that she was actually reading something you had given her, and you were certainly even happier that she was enjoying the experience with you. Even though you weren't by her side, you felt minimally connected to her angelic figure.

Each paragraph slid perfectly off her tongue like a song. The perfect diction and the slight accent lingering on certain words added an extra charm, bringing a touch of acidity to her youthful and angelic appearance. Her fingers delicately turning the next page as you slowly closed your eyes to absorb more of her soft voice and the story. Engrossed in her voice, you didn't notice when she closed the book slowly and let out a deep sigh.

"Is it you?" she asked, her voice filled with emotion, a slight tremor perceptible in her words.

Your eyes widened as you shifted your gaze from the moon to Wanda's hands, just below you, resting on the closed book. Watching her intently, you narrowed your eyes and noticed a slight nervousness, evident in her trembling fingers pressed against the book. Knowing exactly what she was asking about, you pondered for a moment whether you should actually answer or if she was just asking the question to the wind and to herself.

"Yes," you replied, curious about her reaction. You weren't sure if she had seen you and was aware of your presence or if she was simply asking the question into the void and to herself.

"Why me?" She asked, rising from the ground, her head slowly turning in your direction, but her eyes tightly shut.

You carefully descended from the tree, landing softly on the ground. Before you, she stood with her eyes tightly closed. Your eyes traced every trace of benevolence etched on her face. However, her trembling hands clutched the book firmly, revealing an imminent fear pulsating within her being.

"Why not you?" you whispered calmly and seductively in front of her. "A little princess protected by guards in a grand castle," With slow and intentionally heavy steps, you walked around her. "Is that not enough to keep a creature like me away from you?"

"I hoped it would be," Wanda murmured, her voice trembling, her hands tightly pressing the book against her chest. "I needed to find out what was happening." She sighed deeply, trying to dispel the fear from her body. "I thought you were just a dream, but apparently, I was wrong."

"This might still be a dream, princess, and I might just be part of your imagination," you whispered in her ear, purposefully making the gears in her mind spin frantically. "Or I could be real and truly a great danger to you." You could feel every heartbeat, every pulse, and the speed at which the blood flowed through her veins. "But I won't kill you."

"Why?" Her trembling and emotional voice lingered in the air.

"Because you have what I want," you whispered in her ear, moving around her, each firm step echoing through the space as you positioned yourself in front of her once again.

"And what do you want?" Taking a deep breath, she inhales air into her lungs, trying to normalize her breathing and her heartbeat.

A dramatic and deliberate silence envelops both of you, stretching like a veil of anticipation in the air. The subtle sounds of the surroundings seem to fade away, allowing only the echo of her racing heartbeat to be heard.

The soft, diffused light of twilight stretches across the horizon, painting the sky with a palette of golden and orange hues. Behind her, a gentle, diffused light spills over the landscape, slowly dissipating the shadows of the night. Her brunette hair takes on a coppery tone, a dark cascade of shimmering strands, resting on her chest, moving in sync with her erratic breaths. Her pale, delicate porcelain-like skin seems to acquire a soft bronze hue as the copper rays of twilight embrace her fragile and helpless form before you.

"You," your voice resonates like a gentle breeze of relief in her ears, dissipating the unconscious expectations she didn't even know existed.

Slowly, her eyes open, finally discovering what you are like. Her irises, green like a forest during rain, gain an increasingly intense sparkle as she analyzes every detail of your being. A gentle smile begins to form on her lips, almost unconsciously. It's as if all the nervousness and insecurity that consumed her until now dissolve in an instant.

Unconsciously, she lets the book fall to the ground, extending her trembling hand towards you. Her fingers glide smoothly over the fabric of your blouse, sinking into the material until they find the cool skin hidden beneath. Her eyes seem to shine intensely as they fixate on your chest, as if finding a long-awaited confirmation there. It's as if all doubts and uncertainties dissipate in that moment, giving way to the certainty that all of this is real. The tangible proof of your presence, your concrete existence, is beneath her fingertips.

With gentle and careful movements, your hand glides over her wrist, tracing a delicate path until reaching the palm of her hand. The fingers naturally intertwine as if finding their destined place. The warmth emanating from her feverish hand merges with the naturally cold palm of your hand, bringing a warmth that your cold heart has never felt before.

With eyes still locked, Wanda slowly draws closer. Her other free hand glides softly over your chest, an instinctive and silent gesture that seems to invite her to come even closer. In a deep sigh, you draw closer, and your lips finally meet in a soft and delicate touch.

Your lips meet in a perfect fit, like pieces of a puzzle that finally find their missing part. It's as if sin meets the sinner, and light meets the scorching sun in the twilight, the same twilight that paints the sky behind the both of you.

Two completely different souls, each treading their own path, now intertwine in the bright moonlight, merging into a single soul.

You separate your hands, sliding gently over her jaw, deepening the kiss even further. Meanwhile, she traces your neck with her warm hands, in a possessive and affectionate gesture.

The heat of the bodies intensifies, the physical proximity almost painful, as hands explore the contours of hungry bodies. Desire grows in a symphony of muffled sighs, restrained moans turning into murmurs of shared pleasure.

In the dimness of dawn and twilight, you found yourself in your usual spot, nestled in the familiar tree. However, this time, you were sitting with your head resting against the trunk, allowing your fingers to intertwine in her long, brunette hair, cascading onto your thighs. With affectionate and gentle gestures, your hands caressed Wanda's scalp.

The soft and serene moonlight was enough to illuminate the pages of the book Wanda held, allowing her to continue reading even in the darkness. In this tranquil silence, the gentle sound of pages turning and her sweet voice carried by the wind filled the air with the romantic terror of a vampire named Dracula.

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The imposing windows adorned with white curtains and golden details filled the room with the grace of moonlight, accompanied by the crisp air of a cold autumn night.

Stately pillars rose from the walls, enveloped in a delicate golden hue, exuding sophistication and elegance. The grandeur of the hall was impressive, with a lofty ceiling that seemed to disappear into the heights, where Catholic paintings depicted celestial angels and warriors in a divine battle.

The floor, clear and polished like a gleaming mirror, perfectly reflected the golden light emitted by the chandeliers punctuating the hall. The grand crystal chandelier, majestic and opulent, occupied the center of the hall, emanating a dazzling radiance.

Wanda wore a small diamond tiara delicately positioned on her head, while the moonlight caressed each precious gem. A silky fringe gently rested on her face, gently pushed aside by the tiara's graceful presence.

A generous yet elegant neckline accentuated her delicate collarbone, while the thin straps of the white dress softly rested on her shoulders. Delicate handcrafted embroideries danced along the skirt and around the bodice, displaying patterns and symbols reminiscent of royal heritage. The golden threads, silver accents, and embedded pearls captured the golden light throughout the hall. The dress embraced her figure with a perfect fit, emphasizing her noble and delicate posture.

As her thoughts drifted away to a place she truly wished to be, Wanda finished filling the glass with the refreshing rosy liquid of the punch. Indifferently lifting it to her lips, she took an uninterested sip. Her eyes wandered to the window, lost in a distracted gaze, oblivious to the bustling activity around her.

The wind played among the treetops, gently swaying them. On one branch, a pair of birds nestled together, seeking warmth and comfort amidst the cool breeze. As she observed this simple scene, Wanda found herself immersed in her deepest thoughts, pondering if the problem truly lay within her.

Around her, there were plenty of interesting and genuinely kind suitors, willing to enjoy her company. However, something seemed to be missing, something she couldn't find in those who surrounded her.

No matter how hard she tried to engage with each of them, their interactions amounted to mere empty words. She couldn't even hold a conversation beyond two words without boredom quickly setting in. Something was lacking, someone capable of bringing a fervent passion that would ignite her perfect life, someone she knew exactly who.

"May I have this dance, princess?" A familiar voice broke the silence, bringing her back to reality with a mix of surprise and excitement.

Wanda's arm hairs instantly stood on end, an electric sensation running through her body as a warm and familiar presence approached. Turning to confirm she wasn't going crazy, her eyes widened upon encountering someone unexpected, or perhaps not, dressed elegantly like everyone else around.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asked, her tone laden with surprise.

"How rude of you, princess," you replied, shaking your head disapprovingly as you grabbed a glass and started filling it from the nearby table. "It would be more respectful to acknowledge my presence and accept my request," you added, innocently raising the glass to your lips, a pretense she knew didn't exist, in your voice.

"Are you courting me?" Wanda asked, a curious smile dancing on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I suppose that's the word, courting," you answered, swallowing the last sip of your drink with an expression of satisfaction. "My beautiful princess, would you accept a dance with this poor soul?" you invited, your intense gaze revealing a mix of desire and longing that couldn't be denied.

"And if I refuse, what will you do?" Wanda challenged, her rebellious princess demeanor intensifying even more.

"I squeezed myself into a corset that's squeezing my tail and all my organs for nothing?" you replied, making a theatrical grimace. "Are you really going to be mean to me, princess?"

"I don't remember inviting you," she retorted with acidity and mischievous innocence playing on her plump, rosy lips. "The exit is to the right."

Wanda spun on her heels, leaving the glass on the table and heading towards the dance floor where everyone was gathered. It was a silent invitation for you to follow, and like an obedient puppy, you did.

You couldn't resist the impulse to follow her scent, to watch her wide hips sway and her glossy, toned legs shine in contrast to her pale skin under the orangish light of the palace. Though there were several other girls around, equally well-dressed as her, none of them were her. None of them would ever be your princess Wanda.

Bodies of princesses and princes danced poetically to the sound of classical music echoing from the king's private orchestra. The violins, bass, drums, guitars, and flutes resonated throughout the palace, filling the air with a grand melody that made the floor tremble beneath your feet.

Wanda glanced back as she slowly walked towards the center of the ballroom, making sure that you were indeed following her. A deep laugh escaped her lips as she noticed your eyes fixed on her legs and hips. When she caught your attention on her face, you winked in a flirtatious manner, without any sign of embarrassment for being caught.

Coming to a stop in the middle of the ballroom, she sighed deeply, feeling the scent of masculine and feminine perfumes blending in the air, and soon after, she felt your warm presence behind her.

"I thought you'd be uncomfortable here," Wanda murmured, turning to meet your gaze.

"I'm just making sure the royalty is having a good time tonight," you replied, placing your hand on her hip and pulling her close to your body. A soft moan escaped her lips, but without protest, she rested her hands on your shoulders and locked them behind your neck.

"You truly are a gentleman," she said, rolling her eyes with flushed cheeks, allowing the music to flow through her body.

"A gentleman ready to rescue the princess from the evil villain," you stated, swaying your bodies to the rhythm of the orchestral music that surrounded them. Subtle and warm touches were exchanged at her waist, your fingers pressing with enough firmness to feel her skin beneath that delicate, thin dress. "Or I could be the villain who kidnaps the princess, the choice is yours."

"Being kidnapped by you would be much better than staying here," Wanda teased, shaking her head. "Doing something more interesting..." She glanced away with a mischievous smile.

"You know I don't always need to be hungry to play with you, don't you?" You let out a deep laugh, tightening your grip on her waist and making her look back at you. "I can do whatever you want, just ask me."

Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, accentuating her round, rosy cheeks. Her long, dark eyelashes fluttered gently, emanating innocence. However, behind that angelic expression, a mischievous gleam appeared in her green eyes, shining intensely under the golden light of the palace, revealing a silent request that only you could understand.

"Do you want this, princess?" you ask, leaning closer to her ear. "Do you want to be a vixen in the midst of all these people?" You whisper each word slowly into her ear.

"Yes, please," she sighs.

"As you wish, Your Highness," you whisper in her ear. A beam of red magic plunges over your eyes, completely painting her irises and dilated pupils.

Sinking your hand beneath the delicate fabric of her dress, you slide your hand between her thighs, holding her waist firmly. A mischievous smile forms on your lips as you feel the warmth and wetness that moisten your fingers. Carefully, you push aside her delicate satin panties, sliding three fingers over her closed slit, and in response, a deep, throaty moan escapes her lips. She gently rests her head on your shoulder, seeking support and security. Her hands grip tightly around your waist, holding on with strength and seeking stability.

The music of the orchestra gradually became a mere murmur in her ears, while her mind was wrapped in a fervent and exciting intensity. Your seductive aroma delicately penetrated her nostrils, and the sweet melody of your voice chilled every inch of her body. They surrendered unreservedly to the burning passion that enveloped them.

"Your Highness you are a mess." You whisper softly in her ear, as you gently slide two of your fingers into her folds. Gradually, her juices begin to trickle over your fingers, letting little droplets fall onto the shiny wooden floor.

Wanda lets out anguished, whimpering moans against your ear, feeling your thumb caress her clit sloppily. The deliberate slowness almost makes the sensation painful, causing an intense mix of pleasure and torment to her mind.

"Do you want something majesty?" You ask with devotion, but a feigned innocence. "You need to tell me what you want."

"I... I" She lets out a moan followed by a deep sigh against your ear, her legs trembling with small involuntary spasms. "I need you..." The words come out in a whisper laden with desire and urgency.

"You need me...?" You ask cynically, your fingers working on leaving her in rags. "You're a slut aren't you? You want me to have you here in the middle of all these important people who never look at you the same way again." Your voice takes on an acidic tone, echoing the awakening of your dark side. Your inner monster manifests itself, taking over your body and inflaming your soul. The fangs you used to hide now emerge from your canines, pressing their sharp points against your lower lip.

You were never good. You fed on the desperation of others, finding pleasure in the agony you caused people. To see someone beg and suffer at your hands was ecstasy for you. And that's exactly what Wanda was doing, giving in and surrendering her noble body to you.

"Come on princess, beg for what you want." Your husky voice whispered against her ear, enveloping her in a cloud of burning desire. Every part of her being is imbued with the seduction and magic of a succubus. Your captivating voice, the enveloping aroma, the fatal appearance and your warm skin... Everything conspired to lead Wanda's mind into the valley of the temptation and manipulation of a succubus.

"Oh fuck, yes." She moans, her dress sticking to her hot, sweaty body. "Please, I need you, I need your fingers inside me." Her fragile, needy voice is like a sweet melody to your ears.

You withdraw your fingers from her clit, but soon push them into her warm, moist hole. Your index and little finger slide against her swollen folds, while you begin to slowly stretch her with your middle and ring fingers.

The lewd, wet sounds filled the room, drowning out the orchestral music that had long since been forgotten. Wanda's moans escaped her throat like howls, rubbing against her teeth and reaching directly into her ears like music.

Wanda's mind was no longer here, she was so drunk with pleasure that she didn't care about anything anymore. She didn't care if anyone saw, didn't care if her father or her mother saw her being consumed by you. She desperately needed you to make her cum, she needed to release this pressure on her stomach, she needed to break free from the bonds she had always been taught.

She longed for more than being a queen stuck with housework and caring for a handful of children while the prince explored the world outside. She longed to be the protagonist of her own adventures, to explore the horizons beyond the limits imposed by her royal title.

You had a deep conviction that inside Wanda's body dwelled a rebellious princess, just waiting for the right opportunity to reveal herself. A princess determined to rule the kingdom in a unique way, without bowing to the wills of princes or kings. You believed that all the inhabitants of the kingdom would one day bow down before the feet of your true queen, Wanda Maximoff.

And like a good soul devoted to your princess, you knelt before her and gave her what she so desired. With one of Wanda's legs resting on your shoulder, you plunged your fingers even deeper, taking advantage of the perfect angle. Your tongue caressed her clit with skill and speed. An intense moan escaped Wanda's lips, echoing through the palace, as her angelic voice mingled with ecstatic moans.

"Please, more... I'm so close!" pleads Wanda, gripping her hair tightly for support, as her legs are so sensitive that, without your hands holding her thighs, she would have fallen to the ground long ago.

Slowly, raising your face to observe her closely, a sensation overwhelms you. Your chest palpitates uncontrollably at the heavenly vision in front of you.

Her slender, delicate neck, stretched backwards, was bathed in the bright, golden light from the large chandelier in the middle of the hall. Her defined jaw, which displayed an elegant and striking bone structure, and her subtly visible laryngeal prominence trembled slightly with each moan that escaped her lips. Her hardened nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress, while her breathing was ragged. Her cheeks flushed and the golden makeup smeared, dripped over her reddened skin, the result of the intense heat that took over her face.

A primal feeling comes over you as you notice the pulsing veins on her neck, and the smell of her excitement fills your senses. You brought your face closer, pressing your nose against the warm skin of Wanda's neck, feeling the rapid pulsation of the blood in her veins, you continued to stroke her with your fingers.

"Come to me, princess," you whispered, as you moved closer to her neck, feeling your mouth salivate and your sharp fangs take hold of your canines.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure as your fangs penetrated the delicate flesh of her neck. The sensation was the fuel needed for the orgasm to burn in her stomach and for her to release.

When your fangs penetrated deep into her skin, a stream of blood gushed into her mouth, flooding her with its metallic taste. Your lips closed around her neck, enveloping it with a pleasurable suction, greedily absorbing every drop of the precious noble blood you so craved.

Waves of pleasure coursed through Wanda's body, relieving all the tension built up in her stomach. When you withdrew your fangs from her flesh, Wanda, exhausted and trembling, rested her head on your shoulder, sighing with a satisfied smile.

"That was good, wasn't it?" you asked as you pushed Wanda's shoulders back, trying to look her in the eye. With your tongue, you wiped away the blood that was still present at the corners of your lips.

Wanda's eyes slowly opened, and she smiled as she looked at you. The sound of applause echoed through the palace, filling the room. Wanda's face blushed slightly, as if she remembered the situation they were in, but soon realized that the applause was directed at the orchestra, which had just finished another one of their beautiful songs.

Her eyebrows furrowed in surprise, Wanda's eyes narrowed as she looked around, searching for any sign of recognition. It seemed like no one had noticed what had just happened. Not even the other members of the royalty who were close to her seemed to have noticed. She turned her gaze back to you and found a victorious and proud smile on your face.

"Don't worry, princess, no one noticed you daydreaming," you wink at her, releasing her waist and stepping back, turning to leave. Taking advantage of the wave of applause and the attention focused ahead where the orchestra was, you suggest, "If I were you, I'd go to the bathroom to clean up this mess." Your words are thrown as you turn only your face to her before disappearing into the crowd in the hall.

Wanda shook her head, still processing what had happened. Her eyes widened as she felt a pulsation in her intimacy, and a viscous liquid began to trickle between her legs. As she put her fingers on a painful spot on her neck, she noticed a few wet drops on her skin. Lowering her finger, her gaze fixed on a small droplet of blood dripping from her index finger.

A strong wind blew through the windows, gently swaying the white curtains and caressing Wanda's flushed face. She turned her head and briefly caught sight of a reddish tail swiftly passing through the curtains, fading into the darkness of the cold night. A smile illuminated Wanda's face as she remembered the first time she felt your hair between her fingers, the second moment she saw you crossing the window when you consumed her for the second time, and the third true encounter in the garden. Now, on the fourth occasion, under the bright moonlight, Wanda felt that her heart belonged entirely to you.

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[neontoad]

“There is nothing in this life that makes it…”

Chuuya rolls his eyes and takes a drag of his cigarette, turning a deaf ear to Dazai’s yapping. He leans his back against the crane frame and squints his eyes at the lights of boats peppering Yokohama Bay like stars. Their little hiding point on the top of the port crane provides a perfect view of the vast and mighty sea they both adore but still… The night is cold and not particularly pleasant. Especially with Dazai babbling away about the meaninglessness of life, a pesky mosquito clad in black he has the misfortune to call his almost-friend. 

Pathetic. 

Still, even that is better than spending New Year’s Eve alone. 

He glances at his watch. Just a few more minutes until midnight. Until the date changes — and nothing else, really.

New Year is not a big deal.

Then why does it feel like it should be?

“If I were to jump off- oh!”

The genuine surprise in Dazai’s voice makes Chuuya’s head snap. He has to do a double take — Dazai looks ridiculous and almost human with his eyes crossed as he’s looking at a… large snowflake resting on the tip of his nose.

The snowflake melts almost instantly, leaving just a wet spot behind.

In unison, the boys raise their heads as they watch thousands of snowflakes descend on the city in an intricate waltz, the first snow deciding to grace the city in the last moments of the old year. 

Chuuya’s wristwatch beeps. 

And… it all changes.

As the snow continues to fall, Chuuya can’t get enough of the way little snowflakes stay on Dazai’s eyelashes, diamonds on the dark backdrop dissolving into nothing and quickly replaced by new, somehow even shinier ones. Dazai keeps grunting and trying to sweep the snow off the top of his head, and Chuuya has to resist the urge to grab his wrist and let the snowflakes linger on the dark brown strands for a bit longer. On the other hand… there is something precious in such fleeting, momentary beauty. 

The stray snowflakes on Dazai’s fringe twinkle under the crane lights, and it’s such a mesmerising sight, that Chuuya feels like his gravity is reduced to nothing as he floats in the galaxy of shimmering stars, lost in the shine so bright, he never wants to be found.  

Chuuya is brought back to reality when Dazai, ridiculously red-faced, lightly punches his shoulder and hands him a wrinkled plastic cup of o-toso sake. Their fingers brush when Chuuya takes the cup from Dazai’s hand, and he can swear that Dazai’s usually cold fingers are almost scorching hot — the fire Chuuya’d gladly embrace.

They clink their cups and Chuuya’s heart skips a beat at Dazai’s faint, sincere smile. 

“Happy New Year, Chuuya.”

“Happy New Year… Osamu.”

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[lovejosephquinn]

Joe x reader smut where they are best friends driving home after a party and Joe just cannot keep his hands to himself anymore omllll

Wait cause how did I not see this gem hidden in my inbox until now? Imagine it

Thank you for your request angel and so sorry for the delay! x

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

You received the call at precisely 11:48pm, you were in your pyjamas ready to get into bed, all curled up underneath a blanket with your book when your phone buzzed, you ignored it at first and then sighed when it did again. Yawning and sitting up to reach it from the coffee table, you begrudgingly answered.

"Hello?"

"Hiiiii, I'm drink." His words stumbled as you heard a hiccup erupt into your ear.

"Hi drink, I'm Y/N."

Your best friend sounded a little intoxicated down the other end and you instantly rolled your eyes. He fell silent for a second then shortly after you'd heard his phone clatter to the floor. Scrambling to pick it up you heard him yell curse words at his action.

"Hello I'm here."

"Joe, are you drunk?"

"Welllll beside the point love, I need you to come pick me up right now and take me home. I think I need bed."

"You need bed? Have you ever heard of a thing called a taxi Joseph? It's almost midnight." You tried your best to play it off, knowing that he wouldn't take no for answer, you teased him letting him go on and on about how he needed you, nobody else.

"Ask nicely."

"Please oh please, my beautiful, considerate, incredible best friend, my everything, come and get me and I-I um I'll make it up to you."

That was enough to coheres you into putting your shoes on, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door to fetch your pain in the arse best friend. Maybe a part of you blushed and internally squealed when he uttered the words my everything, but he wouldn't need to know that. Joe didn't need to know the truth behind your real feelings for him or the fact you'd drop almost anything to be around him.

You parked up to the building the event was held at, and immediately saw Joe was lent against the wall outside smoking a cigarette, you beeped the horn which made him jump due to the fact he wasn't paying attention but the adorable wave and beaming smile that came from him once he'd seen you killed you inside.

The passenger door opened, and Joe flicked his cigarette behind him, clambering into the seat like a small child who had to climb in would. Joe leaned over and planted a sloppy peck on your cheek, his toothy grin noted from your peripheral vision. "You're the fucking best Y/N, I owe you."

You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow before you made the route back to his flat. "You promised me you'd make it up to me, that's going to take a lot of work."

"I can do that, easy peasy." He let out a low chuckle as you put the car in gear and pushed your foot down to get the car moving. "Let me know when you think of something, you can't even walk properly so I don't know how you're going to do that tonight, but I'll remind you again when you're sober."

His hand rested on top of your thigh whist you drove, going over speed bumps didn't help his hand moving upward, his balance wasn't the greatest as you'd dually noted, but the closer his hand got towards you, the more you clenched your thighs.

Joe giggled, his eyes following his hand halfway up your thigh "Don't think I can't see that love."

"What?" You gripped the steering wheel.

"You keep gripping your thighs together, did I interrupt something when I called?"

Your cheeks burned red from his ignited gaze and Joe took a mental snapshot of the way you looked right then and there.

"Cause if you were, I can help you y-know. Infact yes- I've got it."

As you hit the brakes at a red light, the gap in your legs spread slightly and Joe ceased the opportunity to move his hand in and caress you where you needed it most.

"Joe, what are you doing?"

"I'm making it up to you love, pull over."

"I can't just-"

"Pull. Over." He stated in a serious tone, you did just that.

Parking in an empty bay off the side of the quiet road, Joe removed his hand for a moment, you both watched each other in silence.

"You know I've thought about this for a while."

"What?"

"I think we both know what." You needed to quit playing dumb. "I've always wanted you, you're so beautiful."

Joe cupped your cheek, stroking along it with his thumb.

"Joey, seriously, you're pissed up, don't do anything you'll regret tomorrow."

"Please. If you want me to stop, just say the word and I'll stop."

You couldn't bare his puppy dog look; he'd mastered that with you. Your breathing hitched as his hand moved back down to your crotch, your legs effortlessly spread out for him, and his eyes immediately darted back to your face.

"I guess that means you won't want me to stop."

You pulled down your pyjama bottoms, leaving only your cotton panties which had a tiny wet stain on the centre, all thanks to Joe's initial touching.

"I need your permission before I do anything, but damn I haven't even seen your pussy yet and I know it's going to look so damn perfect."

You nodded your head vigorously, you seriously considered pinching yourself to see if you'd wake up from this delicious dream, but here Joe was right in front of you, and he wanted nothing more than to touch you, even if he did regret it in the morning when it came down to it, at least you could blag you'd had a drink too and laugh it off.

"Touch me, Joe."

His hand rubbed over your panties as he gasped at the wetness seeping through them, he bit his lip as he moved them to the side and ran his finger up your slit. "You're so wet, is this all for me?"

You nodded again, still a little shy, but your need for an orgasm was beginning to get the better of you.

Taking himself away, tasting the remanence of your juice from his index finger earning a groan out of him. "I knew you'd taste good too."

His hand returned to its rightful place, two fingers expertly found your aching clit and began to trace circles around it. You threw your head back in pure ectasy, gripping the side of your seat.

"Faster." you muttered quietly.

Joe obeyed, fastening up the pace of his fingers, pressing down on the throbbing bud, watching your thighs jolt at the sensitivity.

"Does my beautiful best friend enjoy me rubbing on her pretty little clit?"

The loud moan that caught you off guard was reciprocated by a moan from Joe too and you found yourself lifting forward to give him better access.

"Tell me what you want."

"I-I want your fingers inside of me."

His filthy, drunken smirk couldn't have looked more appealing as he accepted your order, thrusting the two fingers that started on your clit straight up inside of you.

"Is my girl going to cum all over my fingers, just for me?"

MY. GIRL. You could've been sick.

The moans seeping out of you filled the entirety of the car as Joe's fingers curled up knocking the soft spot deep inside.

"Your fingers feel so good. They're so thick, oh my f-"

Without hesitation, Joe pushed a third finger in, leaning forward to create a better speed as he watched you fall apart. His stare was rushing back and forth between his fingers fucking your cunt and the way your eyes rolled back and pornographic moans fell from your lips.

"I want you to cum for me, right. Now. I've imagined this over and over."

Wait what?

You had no time to process his words, the bolt of electricity filled your whole body, making your walls tighten around his fingers as your orgasm hit you. Your back arched, eyes squeezed shut as you squealed out his name, your hand flew onto the palm of his, holding his fingers in place and then moving up to rub yourself ever so slightly to let it ride out a little longer. Joe released his fingers a mere few seconds later and tasted them once more.

"Mmm so good. Did I make it up to you enough?"

You turned back to your best friend, eyeing up his features, his doe eyes sparkled in the same way they always had when he'd looked at you, drunk or sober.

"You did." You admitted, pulling back up your clothing. The burning question of what did you mean when you said you'd imagined it over and over was meaning to be said, but he caught you off guard in his next statement.

"I do love you; you know."

Oh. "I love you too, Joe."

He held his hand up to you, signalling for you to stop. "No, I really love you, so much."

"If you still mean it in the morning, let me know." You stuttered.

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