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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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T.H| Love<3

Summary: hehe, this is very dirty. just a vampire!tom x vampire!reader ;)

Warnings: blood kink, biting kink, slapping kink, overstimulation kink, makes you horny that one is stronger then the other kink, kinda, i guess pain kink? Choking kink, dom on dom, dom on sub. unexpected switch. oral, fem recieving. Uhm long smut 2. Enjoy thotters, dirty talk, light bdsm

The sky dark as candles lit on the night stands, the red silk curtains on the canopy of the bed rustling and moving on their own from the large window being open, letting in all the moon and the darkness that seeped through the night. The smell in the room husky, dominance seeping through the dark brown chipped walls and dark oak tiled floor.

Tom was there, on the bed. Sitting up and his head hung low, two of his limbs tied up on separate parts of edges on the bed, he waited for you as he looked down at his painfully hard cock, no shirt on, just black boxers, his hair with no gell so it was there loosely, some strands sticking to his forehead as he was eager for friction but wanted to stay obedient with you and show how proud of him you should be.

He tried spitting on it, embarrassing himself for thinking it was gonna add pressure to his dick, whining and tilting his head back, sexual frustration filling his soul as he started to ear up, he weakly called your name, begging you to some out.

“pleaseplease baby i need you so bad” he whispered, his bottom lip quivering as he was close to crying, trying to pull his arms together but failing, humiliated.

Hearing his voice made you smirk, knowing how bad he wants it and how much he needs it. You quietly walking in but his ears perked up, knowing your there there was a smile on his face, ignoring his cock that was more then clearly standing up.

“You called?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms and leaning against the door, feeling his heartbeat from just a few steps away. “God yes” he said weakly, “i need you so bad, sososo bad baby” tears rolled down his cheeks as he sniffled.

“Aww baby dont cry” you cooed, still smirking as you walked to him. You took your time, wearing a large black see-through robe, he could see your nipples poking out and the high thong you had on, swallowing thickly when you slowly took it off. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, innocently as you rubbed over your boobs, one of your thumbs making its way up to your moisturized lips, putting them in between and swirling your tongue around it, moaning a little making toms eyebrows furrow in anticipation.

You rolled your nipple with your wet thumb, tilting your head back in bliss and small whimpers leaving your lips making tom whine and try to move. you made eye contact with him, smiling and fangs on display, he eased into your gaze, watching as you slowly crawled into his lap, he looked up at you while you looked down at him, hand under his chin as you licked over your lower teeth slowly giving him a show as your other hand slipped over to let his hands loose.

he couldnt even tell that they were off until you brought one to touch one of your beautiful enchanting tit, he looked down at it, light bruising circled around his wrist but warmth in the palm of his hand, you let his hand go. and then it trailed down to his boxers, looking at him making your eyes glow as you kissed him, a small moan leaving your lips when he tweaked your nipple, you rubbed over his raging cock making him whimper and tilt his head back, you took it as kissing his neck, licking over his sweet spot, roughly licking it because you could smell the fresh, rare blood just in his neck, so you bit it, he choked a little, shocked as you backed up a bit, looking at the blood seeping through the bite marks, a dark red, a rich candy paint dark red. it heightened your nose, made your mouth water. “i promise ill take care of you, i just need this” you whispered, before your mouth latched onto his neck, his mouth dropped as he let out little whimpers, you held the back of his neck as your eyes rolled in pleasure, playing with his curls as your hips slowly rocked. you twisted your head side to side,getting lost into his blood until he called out for your name.

and you stopped, coming back up and looking down at him again, your eyes a road raging red as your teeth stained with red, licking over them as a small laugh left your lips “You are so perfect, baby boy” blood still pooling out of his neck as your hand reached down to let his aching cock loose, looking at the tip and its purple, pre cum leaking and you swiped your thumb over it, a moan coming from his lips as he latched onto your waist tight, watching you work your wonders before he held onto your panties, ripping them open. you looked at him with approval while he had a smirk on his face. “put it in for me,” he asked, something new coming over him, you liked it.

you sat all the way ontop of him teasing him with your wet folds before putting it in, you both moaned “mmm, fuck your tight” touching you felt like his hands were on fire, but he enjoyed it, his hands on your hips tight to make you sart moving, your body rocking back and forth as you made eye contact again, your eyes still red while his stayed dark and brown, almost black, his lips pale as something also came to his nose, he could feel your heart beat, the pulse in your neck, so one of his hands came up to your neck, forcing you closer to him as he turned your head, looking at searching for the spot as moans ripped through you. when he found it he didnt hesitate, he digged in, his fangs ripping through the skin as a groan left his lips, he felt like he was in heaven, his hand tight on your throat to keep you from moving, the warm blood going down his thirsty throat, moans leaving his lips as the sides of his lips raised in bliss, small whimpers left your lips as you kept moving for him, his eyes becoming darker as he also swayed his head side to side, getting in deeper as he swear he could feel his fangs grow longer, his mind coating white as he moaned, overwhelmed as his heart beat picked up, his pupils becoming larger as his eyes stayed closed, his other hand going down to your ass, making you go faster as whines left your lips, but he could care less, he choked you tight, more blood feeding into his mouth, he licked over the two holes, not wanted to basically eat you alive before he pulled back, blood also seeping through your wholes as he felt like he became a whole new man, resting down on his back, hands behind his head as he enjoyed the view, cockiness seeping through his veins.

he took it away from you. and now your the weaker one, you took his blood.

guess whos the whiny bitch now?

he thought, a smirk on his face, small moans and his lips opening a little to let out the sounds while you whimpered and kept moving, looking up at him while your hands were placed on his shoulders, cries leaving your lips as you told him you couldnt do it anymore, it felt to good, you were so tired but arent done, you just couldnt do the work anymore. so much blood leaving your neck you almost became paralyzed.

“you sure, darling? because if so...i wont be able to stop” a hand came to your neck again, making you look at him while his thumb swiped over your bottom lip, you nodded looking at the small droplets of blood falling on his chest, you couldnt help but lick it up, your eyes back to their normal color as you nodded up at him, and he flipped you over, his face on top of yours before he turned his head, back to the two holes you go, you sucked and sucked, moans leaving your lips until he told you to stop and the blood just sitting into your mouth before he roughly kissed you, open mouth kisses making the blood leave the corners of your mouth, a mess all over both of your lips as spit and blood was traded, tongues swiping and sucking over each other, the blood rolling down your cheeks and onto the red sheets, your heads turning side to side, so intense and in love with each other. “i wanna fuckin tear you apart” he whispered in your ear, biting it before he placed kisses down your neck, stomach and where you needed him, your hand dropped to his hair as he dug in, wetness and pre cum all over, his lips swollen and pink as he wrapped his lips around your clit, his two fingers fucking into you ruthlessly as your back jerked, moans leaving your lips as you pulled his hair, making him moan and work faster, both hungry for release and he wanted yours, he needed it.

his fingers hit your spot over and over, you bit your lip so hard it drew blood and loud gasps left your lips as you leaned on your elbow, watching tom messily spit on your clit then lick it up repeatedly, his head going side to side as he looked up at you, your legs up in the air before your eyes rolled back, whines and whimpers before your back perked up. “fuckkkkk, im coming-” it was low, low voice until it raised as your cum pooled out of you “TOMMY TOMMY-” your legs shook and he didnt pull away, as much as you tried to push his head back he just growled into you, he didnt feel anything but it was a warning. he swirled his tongue over your whole, adding three fingers now as you let out cries, tears leaving your eyes by being over whelmed, your legs still shaking as your heart beat went racing. toms to dedicated to notice, he instantly slurped when he felt something leak through you, a laugh leaving his lips as he said he could be here all day.

you were fucked out but tom wasnt letting up, he still hasnt got his pleasure yet. he came up and slapped you back into reality “dont you fucking dare” he said, slapping you again making you whine and nod your head. he kissed the place he slapped before pumping his cock and placing it into you, he didnt let you adjust, he was to hungry, your legs on both side of him and moving in sync with his thrusts, his hands laced in yours, pinning them tight over your head “you look so beautiful, look at my dirty slut, so fucked out, taking my cock sooo good, huh?” small whines and whimpers left your lips “aww my little whore cant even fucking talk, her and her small tight pussy, letting me fuck it how i please? thats fuckin right girl, you wanna cum? you fucking beg, d-dont- ah” he moaned, “i dont care if you dont know how, you do it slut, you hear me?” he said, his finger nails tight in your skin as you nodded, “lemme hear you baby girl” “y.....y-...yes!” you had to let it out quickly. “goood girlll” he cooed, letting one go your hands go to swirl your clit. a small scream left your lips, your hips moving away from him as your mouth dropped “tomm- tommy- fuck-”

“dont forget what i told you” he ordered, eyeing you as you looked a hot mess, hair a mess, dried red blood on your cheek as your mouth hanged open and the bottom of your teeth still stained, fangs still out and your hands still above your head, hanging tight onto the pillow sheet. he took both of your legs and brought it to your chest. pounding hard as claps filled the room. “tom-tom can i please-fuck- can i pleaseee- fuck” you almost gave up. “tommy, can i pleasepleaseplease cumm!” your moan now high pitched as tom smiled “yes baby, give it to me- cum on my cock- mhmm, mhmmm” he said, his head tilting back as he felt your walls clench around him, squeezing your knees as a sigh and a gasp left his lips, his movements slowing as his mouth dropped, “fuckkkk” he let out, both of your climaxes pouring at the same time, he rode out both of your highs, milking the cum out of you, the luquids pooling down into the matress. he pulled out and fell beside you, both of your fangs coming back to normal teeth as sighs left your lips, he looked over at you and you were tired, like really tired, but he wanted you to clean up first. “y/n?” “hm?” “lets go take a bath”

he picked you up and placed you into the warm bath, rose petals and oils in, before he came in and laid you on his chest, he pressed kisses on your forehead as sighs left both of your mouths. (lol i couldnt think of anything else)

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland au #tom holland blurb #tom holland smut #HEHE

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wesleyam123 · 3 years

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The traveller merchant

Romania, 16th century As a merchant traveller, my days were walking these lands selling my goods on villages all around Romania. Pottery, herbs, spices, tapestry, and many Other things. I would travel during the daylight, looking for the next village to spend my night, because pending the nights on the woods is risky, robbers, wild animals, deadly insects, cold, rain...nothing is in favor. When i wasnt able to reach a village i would look for a good and open spot to set up my camp, light a fire and make some tea...despite the risky i loved to set my camp and spend my night in the middle of nowhere, the stars were my companions, my music were the whispering winds and the owls, and i would feed myself of my fear and loneliness. A Merchant life is a mixture of loneliness among crowds...You meet all different kinds of people during your life, you are the celebrity of the village when you arrive. The kids robb you when you turn around, the men intimidates you with their hating lookings, ready to stab your back and rip your head off, the women preys on you, trying to take advantage of our weakness as a man, offering sex as payments or sex for enjoyment with the new man in town... but in the end no one cares about you as a person, They are after the goods or taking advantage of you, in the end you have no one.

I spent my night in the forest and resumed my travel during the morning as usual, and i was thankful that didn’t rain during the night, making my traveling much more easier through these woods. After walking for some hours i spotted a cabin far deep into the woods, making it harder to see it...there were moss and plants all around this cabin, i felt tempted to go there, but i had to continue on the road because i needed to reach the village today before the sunset. I looked back on the cabin and i could see a woman in black by the door, staring to my carriage when i stepped on a branch, lost my balance for a moment, then i looked back the cabin and seen no one in there. This whole situation scared me, but i continued my way to the village.

Almost an hour later i saw i sign on the road, “Geamana”, that is the village’s name. So i turned my way and saw that small and calm place...as soon as i was spotted, people start to tell each other that the merchant was in town, and that news spread fast, the place wasn’t that big. I found a good spot to stop my carriage and set my store while the sun was still up in the sky, wainting to the first customer come, so i could ask where were the hotel that i could spend my night. People start to come as usual, i was the celebrity of the town like always, where they could buy their stuff, hate me, use me, i didnt cared anyways, i was just after their money so i could go to the next place on this infinite looping. There were so many people wanting to buy things that i forgot to ask where were the hotel. I sold pottery for them store their foods, spices for cooking food, oil for their lamps, candles, tapestries, everything you can imagine...i was so tired after selling to that crowd, so this lady came to my carriage looking for herbs. She dressed differently from the villagers, and had a different scent, a woody perfume that invaded my head and went straight to my senses. Her hair was black as the night, and looked like a veil over her head... her lips were red like the warm blood that run into my veins...her dress was a mixture of black and dark maroon, embroided in white next to her breasts. She looked like a piece of art made by a skillful sculptor. She asked for some exotic and unusual herbs, not commom herbs that a regular woman buys, but luckly i had all of those herbs available...after the trade i asked her where was the hotel so i could spend my night. She told me that the hotel wasnt open, because the owners and their families died recently of a sickness, so the villagers burned down the place to the sickness not spread. I vented that i would have to spend my night on a camp again and how i missed a bath, and she offered me a room to spend the night. She said she lived some minutes from the village and offered me a ride on her horse. I couldnt refuse that offering, it was too tempting to refuse having a place to spend the night, and have that beautiful woman as my company, so i told her that i accepted the offer.

The sun was setting down and was starting to get dark, so i put everything back in the carriage and tied with a rope, parking it next to one of the village houses. I asked to the resident to look after for me and the old lady agreed...I thanked and told her that i was going to give her something as a payment when i get back. I looked back and spotted the woman waiting for me, she was already riding her horse and told me to get on the horse behind her. As soon as i got up her scent invaded my head once again, driving me on a tripping...”what is wrong with me?”, “what is wrong with this scent that makes me crazy?”...she was riding fast and i was almost falling from the horse, so she told me to hold on her waist...I didnt think twice and grabbed her by the waist, warm and firm, soft and muscular, a true sculpture.

I was going to a random stranger house, and i didnt even knew her name. The feeling of need, loneliness and turn on was speaking louder than my reason. I asked her name, she told me Cordelia. I could see a cabin and the front garden lit by na oil lamp, and she just told me we arrived. There were many florwers, herbs and plants on her front garden, so i asked why. She told me she was na alchemist and also a healer, helping the villagers with medicines...I spotted the same plants she bought planted on her garden. She just invited me in the cabin.

As soon she opened the door, that scent came to my brain once again, invading all my being and activating so many feeling on my body and mind. She invited me in again, then i “woke up” from my trip and stepped inside. She told me she was going to prepare a tea for us, and that i was probably tired so i could take a bath while she prepares the tea. I couldnt refuse because i was wishing a bath so badly. She told me where was the bathroom and i followed my way there...the bathroom was atached to her room, divided only by a red tapestry, and her room had so many different scents, Every single one atached to a different feeling...floral as the love, woody as the loneliness, Sweet as the passion...i was getting drugged by all those scents. There was an altar in her room before the bathroom, there were many candles, Flowers, herbs, written stuff, and a cerimonial dagger, everything organized on a beautiful way.

I lit up the candles next to the bath, removed all my clothes and closed the curtain of the bathroom...The candle’s perfumes mixed to all those scents made relaxed and trip on that bath, forgeting everything around, i just closed my eyes and relaxed. Suddenly the curtain were opened, and i saw that gorgeous woman in front of me. Her hair was like a waterfall falling over her shoulders, her lips like a perdition, holding our tea and some flower petals on her hand. She dropped the towel she was wearing, revealing her body...it was like a marble sculpture, Every inch carved masterfully, softly and smoth, i was paralyzed in front of her.

She went inside the bath and placed the towel next to her, dropping the flower petals inside. I could feel her body touching my body inside the bath while she stood next to me. She offered me the tea and we both drink, sweetly tasting its flavour while it went down burning my chest. She came and whispered something on my ears...”I own all of you, today and Forever”...she wildly dominated me, kissing me and kissing my neck, while i was in extasy, drugged by the drink, the lust and the scents around. A violent urge came to my body while she was subjugating me, then i wrapped my both arms around her, full of passion and rage...she whispered on my ears again, “I’m not yours, you are mine”, so she touched my private parts and i lost my strenght.

She sat over me, and i felt her hot body becoming as one with me, and i was tripping even more because of everything around...while she rided me, she would scratch me, she would bite me, and it was becoming faster, harder and violent every time. I could feel my skin jointing in her nails, i could feel blood going down every bite she took, but i didnt care, i couldnt feel pain anymore, all i felt was pleasure by being dominated by her. The water was becoming reddish, and the white petals became like red roses, part of me was spilling on that bath...

I couldnt hold myself anymore, reaching an orgasm and ejaculating inside her in a way i never felt before, maybe was the tea, the scents or her that made this to me, i dont know. In a instant I felt a slit on my throat, and a warm feeling going down my chest, the water becoming a crystaline red, and she gently kissing my neck, tasting every single drop of me...i couldnt feel pain, fear or pleasure anymore...i only feel cold, its getting colder here...and darker........where am ..................

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wanderingtrash · 4 years

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Adore you

Part two to Chèrie

Walk in your rainbow paradise (Paradise)

Strawberry lipstick state of mind (State of mind)

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

There again Y/N found herself. On her oh so familiar white couch that was placed pushed up against the wall of her living room. The walls of her white living room that is. Her body was clad with a baby pink take top and her legs were dressed with a pair of black adida leggings. After such a rough few days she finally got the courage to reply to Harry’s message to her. The voicemail he sent her while she was in the midst of crying and hearing the voice of his ex in the form of a fucking song. Y/N wasn’t going to lie and say she wasn’t hurt or angry. Because she very much was. However Harry did nothing to her-per say. If anything he saved her from pain by breaking up with her until he could get himself figured out and how he was feeling. So he could give that woman as much love as he could without him having to deal with the memories of his ex.

To many that wouldn’t be so great, especially when you loved your ex boyfriend in the months of your relationship. And you DID still love him.

A soft sigh escaped Y/N’s lips. It had been a long day no doubt (not really, but to Y/N it seemed like. Laundry, gym, and then the dishes were quite exhausting if you asked her). Her heart pounded as she saw the flash of Harry’s name across her phone. The wallpaper of her glass iPhone was that of a simple pretty sunflower. It took Y/N a while to figure out how many songs in Harry’s new album were written about her. Or at least the ones she knew of. Sunflower was one and she knew it because that’s the nickname Harry gave her the first month of their relationship. Once he had found out about her undying love of sunflowers that is.

“Why ‘ave you got these things all around your front yard?” Harry chuckled as he entered her home. His dimples smile so bright. He looked happy and content with his life. A bag of groceries in his hand. The smell of vanilla and rose petals embraced his nostrils. His girl did have a way with scents. Especially fruits. The man had come by her house to cook her some dinner as work had infested her day and Harry refused to go to sleep without knowing she ate a proper meal.

“They are not things Harry, they’re my sunflowers. Planted them a couple of day’s ago and they’re already flourishing aren’t they?” Y/N hummed as she lit some candles on the living room. Her obsession with cleaning made for a roomy and welcoming environment in her home. “Besides, it’s nearly that time of month where sunflowers are in season. I’d be a fool not to plant my favorite flowers.” His girlfriend spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re my sunflower all year round though”

Closing her eyes and feeling the pit of her stomach ache as she read the message wasnt something Y/N preferred. She could be snuggled on her couch watching a Christmas movie instead of sitting on her couch nearly wanting to vomit. Her leg shook and she finally unlocked her phone. Clicking on the iMessage app.

‘I’ll be there in a few minutes, traffic in LA is bad today xx H ’

A small roll of her eyes to keep herself from smiling at the small ‘H’ he always put next to his messages as if she didn’t know who has texting her. It was one of those few things that made her love Harry that much more. He was never awful to her. In fact he was the best boyfriend and lover Y/N could’ve asked for. He was amazing in every way. And not just in a emotional type way, but in every physical aspect too.

“Jesus Christ...” Y/N inhaled shakily as she looked up at her clock. It was rush hour in LA, nearly 4 pm. Meaning people were going home from their jobs or even stopping by for some quick lunch or early dinner with their loved ones. What could she reply to him? Hadn’t spoken to him in nearly 9 months. What could she reply? A simply ok would seem too blunt and she wanted to give him an earful when he came for sure. Let him know how pained she was. What she couldn’t tell him before he left for his vacation to Japan after they had broken up. Because now Y/N had time to gather her thoughts, listen to all the songs, and finally learn from a long break of not speaking to him how many issues he himself had been dealing with at the time. As well as just how much of an impact in Harry’s heart Camille’s actions had torn.

There wasn’t much she could do now except hear Harry out. At least in that way she could tell him how she was feeling as well and wouldn’t have to carry a burden of wondering hat would happen if she didn’t get to speak to him.

In what seemed like years for Y/N which was basically only 10 minutes max a knock on her door distracted her from her thoughts. Really her just singing Sunflower for the 100th time in her head (but that was besides the point). A lump in the woman’s throat formed. Tears stung her eyes as she knew who was at the other side. The knock wasn’t rough or loud. But instead soft and gentle. As if the man she loved was trying to let her know that he came with nothing but new energy and a new attitude just for her. Y/N didn’t know that though.

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

As Y/N’s knees wobbled and her head felt itself get lighter each second she walked across her living room and her feet touched the soft white carpet under her, it made thinking difficult. She as afraid she would cry all over again in front of him. Because quite frankly Y/N had enough of crying. Her hand finally reached the knob of her front door.

‘Come on Y/N you can do this, stop it’ She mentally scolded herself. With one more huff, Y/N finally yanked the door open. The sun radiated behind the man standing infront of her door. The palm trees moved gently with the LA air too. Harry Styles. The man whom she had loved with her whole heart like it’s the only thing she’d ever done stood at her door step. Wide green eyes full of regret and maybe just a little hope. Wearing a number she wasn’t familiar with as his fashion sense had grown Y/N had learned to see from articles and of course from his Met Gala appearance. It was simple, and so Harry. Y/N hated to admit that she loved it.

His hair had grown out, he looks healthier. Much healthier. He had grown muscles, he had a radiance that she had kind of missed when they were together. He was all in all better. And the pearl necklace around his neck just seemed to sum it all up. Harry Styles had emotionally grown.

Harry could do nothing but offer his ex girlfriend a smile. His eyes crinkled up like she remembered they did and his dimples made deep caverns in his cheeks that were adorned with a stubble. “Hello...” Harry started off. And I’m his point of view the woman in front of him looked Godly. She was amazing in every way and not in just her looks although he loved that about her so much as well. But her overall radiance. He sure had missed her a lot, more than a lot actually.

“Harry” Y/N acknowledged him as she moved to the side. Her hand grabbing the door knob still as if she was using it as a defense mechanism in case she would have to shut the door if things got too much.

Harry placed his hands in his pant pockets as walked in. He didn’t deserve to be back in her home, the same hike in which they shared so many memories. And Harry only hoped they could continue to create many more. Nothing much had changed from what he could see. The curtains were new, but the soft white carpet was still the same, and so were her couches and some of her furniture. One obvious change was photos of them together were no longer up. Even some of the one’s Anne had gifted Y/N of Harry when he was just an itty bitty baby. The man wondered if maybe she had burned them, threw them out, hell maybe she had given them back to Anne. He didn’t know- and Harry wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

They both consciously sat down on Y/N’s couch. Harry looked ashamed and Y/N didn’t look much better. Every fiber of her being and brain was trying to put a hault in her tears as if to warn her that crying would not fix anything. Instead it would just add more fire to a fuel that had been burning for as long as she could remember. Or more specifically 9 months.

“I didn’t come here to ask for you to be in my life again.” Harry spoke after he had coughed into his hand. His fingers rings galore. A H and an S on one hand and a red ruby ring and a rose ring in the other. “I know that’s a privilege that I lost a long time ago when I decided to break up with you in the time that I did. I’m not here to tell you that I love you because as much as I do I don’t think that means shit to you now, and I’m not here to...” Harry sighed and wiped a quick tear away from his eye. It was too late because Y/N had already seen it fall. It made her chest tighten even more. “M’ not here to reminisce in memories that we had, because in my time in Japan while writing this new album I think it was very edvident that I was still thinking about you- amongst other things as well. Y/N I’m just here because I left with no explanation other than the pain that Camille left me with. I didn’t get a chance to pour my heart out to you as my heart at the time was still aching with something else that had absolutely nothing to do with you. N’ it wasn’t fair to keep you in a relationship with me in that state.”

Y/N nodded. Her hands held eachother for dear life, as if she didn’t her whole world would fall apart around her. But she knew it already had.

“I’m so fucking sorry Y/N.” Harry’s voice cracked. His breathing got heavy, swollowimg a heavy lump that formed in his throat only did so much.

Honey (Ah-ah-ah)

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey (Ah-ah-ah)

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

“I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry for leaving you with nothing but your own doubts that I loved her more than you, because I swear to you that’s far from the truth.” Harry said sadly. His eyes were already red. His hands played with his rings. “I just had something in my heart from my relationship with her and I didn’t know what is was until I got away from you. I didn’t know how much I wasn’t giving you my all until I heard that voicemail from her again and it made me feel...nauseous. I’m so fucking sorry you had to hear it in that song dedicated to her. I’m sorry. It was the only way I could deal with it and move on.” Harry begged her, and he didn’t know why he was begging her he just was.

It was quite again, for only a few seconds but it was quiet. All Y/N could hear was Harry’s weak sobs and his rings clinking against eachother as he played with them.

Until finally it was her turn to speak.

“I don’t blame you for still feeling the impacts of her and your relationship with her. That’s far from why I was so upset and angry.” Y/N said. She looked up at Harry. His face was contorted with pain and sadness. It was hard to see a man that was always so silly and always so loving be so sad and angry at himself.

“It’s not your fault that you felt the way you did even in our relationship. And I won’t lie to you and say that I didn’t hurt like a bitch because it one hundred percent did hurt to know you still felt some way about her, but that pain was nothing compared to feeling like maybe I wasn’t enough, like our relationship wasn’t enough.” She heard Harry let out a sort of whimper that sounded like it was full of pain. “I asked myself that night you left for Japan what I could’ve done right...when I heard you in that song beg her not to call him baby...I wondered if maybe when I called you that I reminded you of her.” Y/N let a soft sob escape her lips.

‘Way to go Y/N, you’re crying again’ she thought to herself.

“For fuck’s sake Harry, you talked about her in that interview with Zane Lowe just a few weeks ago and for the first time you addressed her as your ex girlfriend. I don’t know what hurts more, loving you so much it hurts even after this or questioning your true love for me after all these months.” Y/N said softly as she looked down at her hands. The poor woman was just broken, and she was so hurt it aches her heart to see him like this but it aches even more to know how much he was hurting in the time of their relationship. “But Harry I realized that it wasn’t me, it was never me. It’s not my fault this happened and that you felt this way. It was a tough pill to swallow to admit that to myself.”

You're wonder under summer sky (Summer sky)

Brown skin and lemon over ice

Would you believe it?

“I know...I know, m’a fuck up. She was the first serious relationship I had. Then you came and you made me view that what I thought was a perfect relationship with her, was nothing of the sort.” Harry croaked out. He fixed his view on the floor and shook his head. A pity laugh at himself escaped his lips. Camille hurt him but he hurt Y/N more. What did that say about him?

When he found out she wanted to break up it stung. Camille had been on tour with him and they had the time of their lives. He truly thought he found the love of his life. After the break up he found out she had been talking to someone the entirety of the tour. And she left him for that Grecian billionaire.

“Harry do you think I’ll just be smiling finding out everything you’ve admired through those fucking songs?” Y/N said angrily. “Saying that you miss her and that you still talk to her friends?!” Y/N yelled. She was in so much pain. So, so much pain. Harry winced but he sniffed and nodded. Those were feelings from long ago, but he had to let her take her anger out. Something that had been coupled up inside her for months. He could name the songs he wrote about Y/N, because as much as she didn’t know most of this songs are about her.

She, is about their secret sexual innuendos in the beginning of their relationship. When her and Harry would have sex at least five times a day in the comfort of some hotel before they went back to their lives, because both of them didn’t want anyone to know. And Harry would daydream about the days until he could have her again.

Watermelon Sugar, is about how amazing she tastes when he would go down on her. And he would suckled on her sweet nectar. The reference to berries is because that’s her favorite fruit. And Harry always told her that’s how she tasted. Told her it made him high especially because her taste was just so amazing. He would often find his hand down his sleeping pants while his head would be tossed back in a hotel room in Japan as he vigorously rubbing his hand up and down his cock thinking about her and the sexual escapades they had together. And after he would feel like absolute shit because he truly does love that woman and she was probably hurting while he was thinking about her in such an intimate way, he had no right.

Adore you, Sunflower, Golden, Canyon Moon, Fine Line. They were all about her. Just that one song Cherry, was about Camille. And Falling had regencies to both of them but mostly Y/N. Because truth be told Harry thought about the perfect woman in front of him throughout his getaway in Japan.

“I don’t deserve you and I know that, I was hurting Sunflower, I don’t know what you want me to say. I-“ Harry paused and looked at Y/N. Who no longer looked angry but she did look like she was ready to kick him out of her house. Maybe it was betrayal what she was feeling, and Harry never felt more like shit in his entire life. “I still love you a lot. I’ve finally gotten over her, I had gotten over her it’s just...she hurt me a lot and I needed time.” Harry mumbled to Y/N.

“I never stopped loving you, you big dummy.”

You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately, you've been on my mind

Honey (Ah-ah-ah)

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey (Ah-ah-ah)

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

It's the only thing I'll ever do

Harry felt a sigh of relief escape his body at the realization by his love. His heart filled with heaviness was light and suddenly he felt himself smile through through teary eyes. Y/N scooted clsoer to him and she sobbed into his chest.

She just missed him so god damn much.

And he was just so filled with love.

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey (Ah-ah-ah)

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do (Ah-ah-ah)

(It's the only thing I'll ever do, it's the only thing I'll ever do)

I'd walk through fire for you (It's the only thing I'll ever do)

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey (Ah-ah-ah), oh, honey

(It's the only thing I'll ever do, it's the only thing I'll ever do)

I'd walk through fire for you (It's the only thing I'll ever do)

Just let me adore you (It's the only thing I'll ever do)

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Lightning in his Eye (A Jacksepticeye and Victor Frankenstein Crossover for Inktober prompt 30: Jolt) (Full fic)

Fic Title: Lightning in his Eye

Fic Synopsis: A Jacksepticeye (Schneeplestein)/Victor Frankenstein (2015) fusion-style crossover for Inktober (2018) prompt 30 (Jolt)!

Notes: This was my first jse fic, so I hope I wrote the egos well!! Please go easy on me!!

I’ve been a big fan of Frankenstein for a really long time, and I’d be surprised if there wasn’t some part of that Jack that chose the suffix –stein in Schneep’s name because of Frankenstein. I remembered this scene in the movie Victor Frankenstein where Victor revives this pair of eyes, and I thought the scene would work really well with Schneep and Sam! I originally thought about using Robin as Igor, but I eventually decided JJ would probably work better. Also, I know Sam isn’t supposed to have a gender, but I like to think of them as a ‘he,’ and I thought that worked well for this pic! Also, sorry about the inconsistent grammar/accent, I felt like ‘ee’ didn’t always work, and Schneep’s accent is a bit inconsistent anyways! XD

P.S. This is a repost of an old fic!

Fic:

The eye hangs limp in its covered jar, its lid closed, waiting to be awakened.

The apartment is dimly lit; a fire in its place, candles strewn about, the windows letting in faint light of a bluish hue.

“Follow me! I haf to show you somesing!” the doctor says.

His lab coat swings at his side as he strides into the next room. The newcomer, who is wearing a waistcoat and bowler hat, is at his heels. He strokes his mustache, very expressive in his curiosity, but doesn’t say a word.

They reach the covered jar, and each crouch on either side of it. Beside the jar are other instruments and wires that JJ can only describe as an amusement park for electricity. The doctor leans in close, a certain fire lighting in his blue eyes, his words low:

“I am of ze belief zat death can be made a temporary condition.”

His new assistant crosses his arms and shakes his head.

“Vat?” He leans back, a cocky smile creasing his features, “You sink iit’s imposeeble? No, no, no my friend. Not probable maybe, but when you’re working with ze great Doctor Schneeplestein,” he raises a finger proudly, “you must go for only zee best!”

He doesn’t look convinced.

“Life is temporary. Vhy should death be any deeferent?”

He says it like it’s the simplest thing, like life and death are an equation.

“Now, I don’t have time for redeeculous notions like false modesty. Zo, it iz without pride or shame, I declare this an act of—”

Schneeplestein rips the pale curtain off the lonely stage to reveal the jar of green liquid, and the lonely eye within it.

“Genius!” The doctor finishes, like the word is the last note in his show’s final song.

The other man stills, staring. His own eyes flick from the lifeless one to meet those of the doctor.

“I vas looking for applause,” Schneep puts his hands on his hips, looking away and clearing his throat, “but I vill take stunned silence.”

His assistant starts clapping.

“It iz too late now!” he holds up a hand to stop him. “Just…liisten.”

He starts turning some of the dials, preparing the experiment.

“Zis eye is over sree months old.” He explains, “Ze liquid is an electrically conductive jelly of my own device, that serves a double function; to preserve and to…” he pauses, looking up at JJ, “Don’t be getting ahead of yourself liitle Jameseyboy!” He wags a finger in front of him, then turns to the table behind him. “I von’t bore you with all ze technical mumbo-jumbo, you know how it iis,” he waves his hand, “doctor ztuff.”

He pulls a device that looks like a metal fork from a cloth on the table, and holds it up in front of himself—looking at as if he isn’t quite sure how it works either. He then holds it up precariously by one of the handles to show JJ.

“Zee?” he gestures to it with his other hand, “Doctor zings.”

He then proceeds to plug the fork into the liquid, and JJ crouches back down to get a better look at the upcoming experiment.

Schneeplestein begins spinning the wheel beside it, haphazard metal spinning, pumping in an effort to appease its maker, who has an almost maniacal gleam in his eye as he does so—(fear and awe mixing in JJ’s). It sparks lightning, which startles his new assistant, but crackles like the low laugh in the doctor’s throat. Green smoke like the breath of some dragon forms in the jar beside it. He flips the switch and the lightning storm dives in the liquid, sputters and frays, making it smoke and bubble.

The eye awakens. It opens.

It looks around, but cannot move, due to its tail being clamped down.

In a fluid motion the doctor takes a match from the tiny pot beside it and holds the fire up to the eye. It shies away from the light.

“There, do you zee?” A small laugh bubbles in his throat. “He lives.”

The look of awe, concern, and curiosity in Jameson’s eyes shifts to inquisitive at the word ‘he.’

“Vat? You sink I’m just going to call him ‘it’? No no no my friend. I just said hee’s alive, I’m not going to call him ‘iit’ like zome barbarian! You’re working with Doctor Schneeplestein, as I said, you haf to expect the best! In fact, let’s giive him a name! Vat do you sink ve should call him?”

JJ shrugs. Clearly he is out of his depth.

Schneep strokes his beard, leaning back, looking at it.

The eye stares. He has seen this doctor before. Whenever he awakes, he’s always there, and he always has this gleam in his eye. Something like pride but…darker. He isn’t quite sure how he feels about him. He hasn’t seen the other one, but he seems nice enough.

“Sam!” Schneep suddenly exclaims.

JJ jumps slightly.

“Zats vat ve’ll call him! Sam!”

Why? JJ’s expression asks.

“I don’t know! Am I supposed to explain everysing? I am a doctor James—Jack—whatever your name is! I don’t haf to explain everything to you!”

JJ raises an eyebrow.

Schneep turns up his nose and walks out of the room, as if to make a dramatic exit, but which simply seems like he left a question hanging unanswered in the air.

Jameson stays to observe the experiment, marveling at the miracle that has occurred before him.

Sam tries to swim closer, but his tail tugs at the clamp. Without asking the doctor, JJ stands and opens the clamp, releasing him.

Alive. Jameson marvels, watching the eye move freely now, gaining his bearings. How could this eye be alive without a body to be within? How could some lightning and metal create life? It was…beautiful. And terrifying. But Schneep didn’t seem like a bad guy. A little crazy, maybe, but that was a discussion for another time. He had saved his life, after all.

And, he had to admit, Sam was a pretty adorable name.

The eye learns to move in a matter of milliseconds, floating along in a way one might mistake for being happy.

JJ taps the glass.

Sam shies away at first, then, as JJ waves at him, decides to swim closer. For a moment they simply watch each other, two blue eyes meeting one.

Jameson then holds up a finger, telling him to wait, and proceeds to write ‘Sam’ on a spare piece of paper nearby.

Of course, Sam has no idea what the paper says as he holds it up, but the man seems pretty happy about it, pointing to it, then Sam, and beaming.

He may not know what it means, who exactly they are, or who he even is, but he thinks he’s going to like being alive.

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