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svadiahantverk · 2 years

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Wall art for Home

Independent wall art posters are a great way to make a space your own. Regardless of the tone you want to set, can help you create the perfect ambience in your area. If home décor is unfamiliar to you, you might not understand what it involves and how it works. Home Style identifies self-expression as the autonomous interior design style's main quality. Design does not fit into a definite design category, but rather represents your own "independent style." In other words, there are no set standards for independently created wall art. Size matters when it comes to wall art. If the size is wrong, something will feel strange. A canvas picture or framed print can be the statement Decor your home has been needing. Instead of seeming out of place, you want your wall art to draw the room together and be eye-catching. A room that is too small or large may appear unfinished or appear a little crowded. You want it to be just right like Goldy locks. We've put together this simple guide to assist you in choosing wall art that is the proper size for your space so that you can be sure your masterpiece fits wonderfully and enhances the space.

Read the space

First things first, consider how it will appear in your room and what size works best before you decide to buy that gorgeous canvas or framed artwork. Simply drawing the boundaries of various potential dimensions with painter's tape, sticky notes, or paper will help you imagine it in the space. After that, you can stand back and take it all in. I also advise you to use your phone to capture some pictures while you're there. Does a broad panoramic canvas complement the space better than a large square canvas print in terms of appearance? This is your time to tweak, try various outline sizes, and contrast them all until you discover your preferred one.

Basic sizing guidelines

You'll want the scale of your art to be ideal for the space, whether you want to paint a big wall leading up your stairs, the vacant space over your couch, or the blank wall in the bedroom. I am aware that there are situations when rules should be ignored, but when it comes to sizing, these rules are a terrific guide to help you get started.

What to Look for When Choosing Wall Art for Your Room

Wall hangings, works of art, and photographs put the finishing touches on your house's aesthetic. Wall art catches the eye, unifies the room, and improves the ambiance of your house.

Finding, buying, and installing art that you adore is completely worthwhile even though it may seem like a difficult undertaking. Wall art upgrades any room instantly and unifies the entire space in addition to adding personality.

Although there are no strict guidelines for decorating a home, adhering to these fundamental guidelines will enable you to choose the ideal wall art pieces for your space, in all of its individuality. The options are endless, whether you choose based on size, style, colour, theme, inspiration, or floor plan.

THE #1 ADVICE FOR SELECTING THE IDEAL WALL ART

Before we get into the specifics, here's one piece of advice that should serve you well during your search: find something you enjoy. It's that easy! Art should elicit a reaction (preferably a pleasant one! ), so choose something that evokes sentiments of happiness, enthusiasm, peace, or joy. If not, don't hang it on your wall.

While it's usual to make compromises when choosing art - either because locating the perfect piece has proven tough, or because it's easier to just grab the first artwork that mirrors the colours of the area in question - you shouldn't have to. Think of your walls as an extension of your personal style. and approach the picking process in the same way you would a new sofa, dining table, or bed. Find a piece of wall art that has the capacity to transform a place in your house.

WALL ART SELECTION BY SIZE

Now for the meat of the matter. When choosing wall art, one thing to bear in mind is the size of both the object and the empty wall or space you have. It simply needs a great photograph, picture, or painting, but not if the sizes are off and upset the balance of the space.

Enter your search with a size in mind; this will allow you to simply sift through alternatives. It's also critical to consider positioning before purchasing, as this will influence the size you're looking for.

Size is still an important issue if you want to adorn a whole space with many pieces of wall art. Begin with the larger works and work your way down to the smaller works, filling in any gaps that occur as the room evolves. For example, if you want a large statement piece of artwork above your sofa, start with it because it will be the first thing people see. As you begin to put your area together, the smaller supporting pieces you choose will rapidly add up, and your home will soon be decorated with themes you adore.

Here are a few common artwork sizes to consider to help you better comprehend scale:

Oversized art works are 1 metre or longer in length and serve as the focal point of a room. They look fantastic when put above a large piece of furniture, such as a couch, bed, or dining table.

Giant: With a frame length of 80 to 100 centimetres, large wall art works make wonderful surface centrepieces or can act as the focal point of a busy gallery wall.

Medium: Medium-sized wall art measures 60 to 80 centimetres in length and is the most adaptable. Combine two in a gallery wall, or let a single piece speak for itself as a standalone in a simple room. Small frames are typically 45 to 60 cm in length and are ideal for putting together in a gallery wall design! For a dynamic impression, combine two to six small pieces of wall art.

Small: Finally, the group's baby - mini frames! Mini prints have a length of between 25 and 45 centimetres, look best when grouped together.

Finally, for those looking by size, we'll leave you with a few key bits of advice to keep in mind throughout your quest.

Keep it in proportion - photographs should be no longer than two-thirds the length of your sofa. Height is important; maintain wall art at least 15 centimetres above the edge of your furniture.

When arranging your work, keep the height of your ceiling and the proportions of the room in mind. Make it a collaborative effort by grouping little pieces of art together instead of trying to fill a large space with a mini print. Works by the same artist or in the same colour scheme will look well together.

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maccreadysbaby · 2 months

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A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna read more? here’s the table of contents!

want to read the first fic in the hundred days series so you understand what’s going on here? here it is!

yall i am so sorry, i’ve been working on writing other things. updates will probably be more spread out now, but bentley’s back baby!

part seventeen

❝ REVELATION ❞

SUNDAY — AUGUST 9 — 3:17AM

“DON’T WORRY, BABYBIRD. I WON’T TELL YOUR SECRETS,”

Bentley woke up, standing in the foyer of Nico Rockefeller’s house. Which was strange, considering he knew for a fact that he’d fallen asleep in his own room, with Nico and Asten right next to him.

He’d never actually been in the Rockefellers’ house, but somehow, some part of him knew this was it. It looked similar to the Manor, actually. The whole foyer was wrapped in beautiful mahogany wainscoting, with dual staircases leading up to the second floor, and hallways positioned around that led to other parts of the house. A pair of giant double doors sat right in the middle of the stairs, leading to a seemingly important room.

Bentley blinked several times. Why was he in Nico’s house? And where had his friends gone?

He stepped forward just a little, toward the huge wooden doors. Intricate and detailed pictures of Greek gods had been carved into them. Hephaestus, the Greek god of fire was in the center of the left door, his arms outstretched. The entire door was decorated with engravings of terrifying flames, of cities falling into ruins under his immense power. On the right door, Poseidon, Greek god of water, and Aether, Greek god of air, were both facing him, their arms outstretched like they were trying to reach out and bring him home. The fire trailed onto their door, too, but lessened as it neared them, replaced my waves and swirls that signified water and wind. Off to the side hovered Hermes, the messenger of the gods, alone with his hands bound in shackles. Bentley lifted his right hand and delicately brushed his fingertips over the waves made by Poseidon.

“Yeah, I’ll find it. When did you say you’d be home?”

Bentley flinched when Nico’s voice sounded from somewhere above him. He backed away from the doors like he was committing a crime, glancing around, then up at the staircases. Nico was descending the left one with his phone pressed tightly to his ear. Bentley just stood there awkwardly in the center of the foyer, fiddling with the hem of his jacket sleeve as he waited for Nico to notice him.

Only… he didn’t. Not when he came down the stairs, not when he turned toward the doors, not when he walked so closely past Bentley that he felt the air gust from his movement. It was like he was a ghost.

“Nico?” He tried, but the boy didn’t seem to hear him.

“Okay. Love you, too. Bye,” He finalized, ending the phone call and sliding the device in his pocket as she shoved the large doors open. On the other side stood an office, more extravagant than any office Bentley had ever seen. There was a massive, solid glass desk in the middle of the room, completely clear so that Bentley could see what was in the drawers. It was sitting atop a rug that looked old, almost tribal, with geometric shapes and midwestern colors. The color of the walls was hidden by bookshelves that covered every inch of available space. There were no windows, the whole room illuminated by a large, beaded light fixture instead. All the books and trinkets that lined the shelves looked old, priceless.

Nico walked in like he’d done it a million times, striding to the other side of the clear desk and pulling out the matching clear chair that sat with it. He steadied it against the bookshelves and climbed on top of it, thumbing through the spines of books like he was searching for a very specific one.

Nico looked… the exact same as he had at Bentley’s house. He was even wearing the same gray hoodie and sweats. What was going on?

Bentley stayed quiet, drifting into the doorway of the office. The farther he went, the more old collectibles and books and antiques were revealed — things so old he couldn’t really tell what they were. He watched in silence as Nico made a small ah-ha sound, pulling a red book from the shelf. A couple others fell off with it, thumping on the carpet with muted sounds.

“Ugh,” He grumbled. Bentley, still silent, said nothing as the blonde hopped off the chair and bent down to pick up the dropped books. A brown one was laying open, facing down, its pages on the rug. The second, a dark blue hardcover, hadn’t even opened.

Nico picked up both books, turning toward the shelves to return them to their rightful spots, but then he paused, glaring at the blue one with narrowed eyes. He started shaking it like a snow globe.

Bentley furrowed his brows. What in the world was he doing?

Nico kept shaking the book strangely, and then Bentley caught onto exactly why he was shaking it — it was rattling. The book was rattling. Bentley blinked, completely sure he was losing his mind. How had he ended up in Nico’s house, anyway? And why couldn’t he see him?

Nico plopped the blue book on the desk and tossed the other to the side, moving to open it — but the blue hardcover didn’t budge. He sat it up on the spine and pulled at both covers, back and front, but still, it didn’t open.

Bentley moved forward ever-so-slightly, taking a spot on the opposite side of the desk from Nico. Why would someone make a book you couldn’t open? That rattled? To say Bentley was confused was an understatement — for some reason, he felt rather dumb.

Nico continued to pry and pull on the blue covers to no avail. He then took to examining the pages on the side, running his fingernail over them. Bentley then drifted around the desk just a bit, toward Nico’s left side.

“Huh?” He vocalized as his fingernail slid into a crack between the cover and unmoving pages. Bentley watched quietly as he pulled open the clear desk drawer, grabbing something that looked strangely like a knife. A weird, thin knife, with an ornate metal hilt. He’d seen Alfred use something similar once — to open the mail. Perhaps Alfred wasn’t using a weird knife then, either, but a thing that looked like a knife that was actually meant for opening the mail? Why else would Nico’s parents have one in their office?

Nico grabbed the probably-not-a-knife and stabbed it into the little crack between the cover and strangely stiff pages, using his entire body as leverage. Bentley flinched when the book flew open with a harsh bang against the glass desk.

It wasn’t a book at all, actually — it was a box disguised as a book. Very clever, very smart, very… spy-like, in Bentley’s opinion. Like something Bruce would have in his library. The inside of the book was hollow, the pages fake, and inside was a myriad of papers and small objects. Intrigued, Bentley stepped closer.

Nico pinched his brows together, pulling out papers and objects one at a time. First was a pin. A pin that was supposed to attach to someone's shirt, with an old looking piece of torn and faded fabric attached to the back. The pin itself was a burnished bronze, with a lightning bolt down the center. It looked like something Bentley had seen before, but he couldn’t place it.

Nico pulled out a large envelope second, and — much to his confusion — it had his name written on the front in big, loopy writing. Bentley watched in silence, inching ever-closer as the blonde used the same little not-knife to open it.

He pulled out three papers, each folded neatly. Two were pristine and clean, the other, ratty, torn, and slightly crumbled. He unfolded the nicer two, and Bentley leaned in to read them.

The first one was a birth certificate. In big, bold letters, it read: NIKOLAI ELIJAH ROCKEFELLER. It had his birthday, his time of birth, his parents’ names, EDWARD ROCKEFELLER and JEAN AGRESTE-ROCKEFELLER.

The second of the nice papers was another birth certificate.

That was… also Nico’s?

Bentley leaned closer, genuinely confused at the same time Nico scrunched his face up. This certificate looked a little different than the first, like it was from a different place.

NIKOLAI ELIJAH ALLEN was the big name on the front. The parents' names listed were… BARTHOLOMEW ALLEN and CRYSTAL CONSTANTINE-ALLEN.

Okay, now Bentley was just really confused. As was Nico, who, with an exhale, shook his head in disbelief. He laid the certificates to the side and unfolded the ratty looking sheet of paper. It was scrawled with messy handwriting that Bentley could barely read. And even when he did decipher it, it didn’t make much sense.

Please take care of him Jean, Edward — Barry said you’d take good care of him. That you’re friends. Our timestream, our universe, dimension, reality, whatever it is… it’s falling apart at the seams — Barry says the only way to save him is to take him to a new one where his existence won’t be erased. His name is Nikolai. Nico. Just… please. Love him. Barry says he can take him back to his own timestream, to your timestream because of the Speed Force passed onto him from Bartholomew, I don’t know much about it… Bart’s worried you won’t be prepared for when it wakes up… Please don’t tell him about us until it wakes up. Nico. It’ll be better that way.

Bentley had never been more confused in his entire short life. Don’t tell him about us until it wakes up? It what? And a letter about worlds falling apart? Words that implied Nico was from a whole different universe? That his now parents weren't his parents, but his parents actually lived in a different dimension? Did that mean he was an alien? That there really was something more out there, something past the world Bentley could see?

Nico started crying, suddenly and pitifully like he had in the bathroom at school. Bentley wished he could reach out for him — but how would he feel him if he didn’t even know he was there?

A dull ache settled in the back of Bentley’s skull as the familiar feeling of vertigo started to take hold of him. The room started to teeter and spin, and he reached out to grab ahold of the desk when he started to fall, but apparently he missed, because he hit the floor anyways.

The beaded chandelier above him doubled and tripled as a stabbing pain shot from one ear to the other, black and white flecks of light dancing across his vision like it was snowing. The black flecks got bigger, and the sound of Nico crying grew more and more distant until everything fell black.

And Bentley jerked straight back into consciousness with a gasp. He blinked away the fatigue and pulsing pain behind his eyes, trying his hardest to focus, to breathe. He was in his dark bedroom, Nico snoring on the foot of the bed, and Asten… well, Asten wasn’t there. But the bathroom door was closed.

Bentley blinked a few more times to right his mind. A dream. It had been nothing more than a dream, despite it feeling so utterly real. His skull felt tight, strange, like a hot air balloon. It felt…

Exactly the same as it had in Bruce’s car, after the Secret Keeper invaded his mind to show him Asten’s memory.

Had he just seen one of Nico’s memories? A memory where Nico was wearing the exact same clothes he was now? Could it have been a memory from, like, right before the Secret Keeper found him? The night before he called Asten?

Bentley grimaced as the throbbing in his head that had faded since the car ride came back full force, like someone was banging a gong inside of his skull. Nico hadn’t stirred even though Bentley had shaken the entire mattress with his flinch.

What he saw in his dream was real, right? What he saw in his dream about Asten had seemed real enough, and Dick said he’d seen Bentley’s memories — so it was safe to assume it was real. That Nico was basically an alien from another universe.

He flopped back down on his pillow, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. Superheroes, metahumans with powers, and now, universes and an alien that he’d managed to befriend.

He pushed it all out of his mind, for now, burying himself in his covers with a huff and willing his body to go back to sleep.

He didn’t realize that Asten never came out of the bathroom.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld 💚

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love-islike-abomb · 6 months

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I can't help falling in love with you

Roman reigns x OC Raven

Warnings: kissing under the mistletoe has its origins in paganism specifically druids. It was associated with fertility hence why people kissed underneath it. I feel better today so I'm gonna start writing again. Mainly fluff, errors I may have missed. Jimmy is also in this fic.

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @helensanders92 @heerah34 @lilucey @mindfulofmani @niknakbucks92 @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @reignsxlove @weirdgirl16355 @windhamsrotunda

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I walked to the women's locker room and changed into my gear. My persona was Raven. A dark character who modeled herself after the last great Bray Wyatt and Somewhat of a vigilanti, like sting. Being a darker persona had allowed me to be myself and I had gained a lot of friends because of it but the one person I always wanted to talk to but never could was the tribal chief himself. I'd had a crush on him for years and Jimmy was one of the few who knew. Apparently he'd noticed how I looked at Roman with those "big goo goo eyes" as Jimmy said.

"talk to him uce!" He said

"Jimmy I can't! I'm to damn shy!" I said

"I'll be right around the corner if you need me!" He said.

I sighed heavily "fine but if it goes south you owe me!"

"it won't uce!" He smiled.

I raised an eyebrow at him as if to say 'what have you been up to?' but I let it slide.

"is he in your locker room?" I asked.

"yeah just go knock on the door" he smiled.

I raised an eyebrow at him again "ok"

I walked down the hallway to find the bloodlines locker room and went to knock on the door but my nerves got the better of me. "breathe raven" I mumbled to myself before turning back around and Knocking on the door. A few moments later the door opened and there he stood, shirtless, oiled, and his hair wet. "Raven! How are you?" He said

"hey Roman" I managed to get out. "I um... I wanted to talk to you about something can I come in?"

"yeah! Come on in" he said flashing that trademark smile that made my heart melt.

My heart was in my throat as I walked into their locker room. "where's solo?" I asked noticing all the holiday decorations that were all over their locker room.

"he's in catering but I'm pretty sure you're not here for solo" he smiled.

Shit! How? Dammit Jimmy!!

"n-no I'm not here for solo. I-" I stammered instinctively walking backwards towards the wall.

"you what" his voice was deep and his stare intense as if he was waiting for me to say what I do desperately wanted to.

I took a deep breath. It's now or never.

"i like you" I finally said it and he smiled. I blushed heavily my shyness taking over realizing what I had just done. I had finally told the man i'd had a crush on all this time what I felt in only 3 words. That tough exterior I had melted away and the little girl that still lived in me was screaming inside my head. My heart was pounding as he walked towards me "look up baby girl" he smiled.

I looked up and saw mistletoe and realized he had been backing me towards it. He knew all along but was waiting for me to come to him to say it. "How did you know?" I asked.

"Jimmy" he said "but don't get mad at Jimmy. I coaxed it out of him. Because I've liked you for a while to but Jimmy said you were shy"

I smiled widely "well there is mistletoe above us" my nerves had melted away and the butterflies had taken over. He did this because he liked me to! To know he did made my heart soar.

He looked at me and smiled "can I kiss you?"

"please?" I smiled back.

He put his massive hands in my waist and pulled me to him crashing his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck before putting my hands on either side of his face, his lips were incredibly soft and he tasted like mint.

"it's about time!" I heard

"fucking dammit Jimmy! Theres this thing called knocking!" I said burying my face in his oily chest to hide the blush that formed on my face

"Jimmy get out! NOW!" roman bellowed.

I heard the door shut and felt his hand touch my chin before raising my head to look at him "will you be my girl raven?" He smiled.

"I thought you'd never ask!!"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #wwe x oc #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fluff #wwe fluff

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oceanlix · 2 years

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Day 31: Yuta + Tattoos

Pairing: vampire!Yuta x vampire!female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3300

Warnings: vampire!Yuta, vampire!female reader, hair pulling, fingering, oral (female receiving), begging, quick mention of blood, dirty talk, degradation, masturbation (female and male), breast play, nipple play

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Getting talked into a tattoo by your drunken friends was not your wisest decision, for sure. Even sober, Mark’s ideas were usually something you would avoid. But stranger things have happened to you on Halloween themed bar crawls than your roommate’s goofy boyfriend convincing you to get your body modified. You almost back out at the last second, but when your tattoo artist walks into the room, you suddenly know you aren’t going anywhere.

“Yuta,” he introduces himself, shaking your hand firmly. Your friend giggles next to you while Mark’s jaw simply drops. He looks like a cartoon as he stares at all of Yuta’s tattoos.

“So, what are you looking to do tonight? I’ve got my flash books if you need some inspiration.” You barely register his words, unable to tear your eyes away from his handsome face.

“Y/N,” your friend giggles some more, knocking into your arm. You almost can’t believe she’s paying more attention than you, but then you realize she’s utterly in love with Mark and could not possibly care less about your hot tattoo artist.

“Maybe I’ll look at the flash,” you decide. You did come in here on a whim, so you really don’t have a design in mind at the moment. And Yuta staring you down certainly isn’t helping with that.

He smiles gently as he passes you a thick binder. “Take your time looking at everything,” he says. It’s late enough that the shop is empty, so at least you’re not holding him up from another client.

You open the binder and flip through some pages, passing characters and tribal designs. Mark and your friend are useless, giggling and cuddling on the couch a few feet away instead of helping you. Finally you get to the flowers, and immediately you decide on a thorned rose.

“I like this one,” you announce, and suddenly your friends find the ability to stop canoodling long enough to wander over and peek at your choice.

“Oh dang, that’s nice!” Mark grins, clapping you on the shoulder. Yuta nods in agreement, flipping the binder around to look at it.

“Give me a few minutes to draw something up,” he says, scooting his chair back to a tiny desk in the corner. You turn to your drunken friends.

“It’s gonna look so pretty,” your friend whispers, though she’s not really whispering at all since Yuta looks up with a tiny smile. “I wish I could get a tattoo.”

“You’re drunk, babe,” Mark tells her. He’s got a dopey look on his face as he stares at your roommate. They’re so in love it makes you sick sometimes. You’re totally not jealous at all, definitely not.

The four of you sit in silence while Yuta finishes drafting your design, the only sounds coming from the pencil rubbing against the paper. You look around at the walls, which have random drawings all over them in neon paint. None of them look like the same style, so you assume it’s not Yuta that decorated in here.

“I’m done,” your artist suddenly announces, wheeling his chair over. Your friends crowd around as he slides the drawing over to you.

The thorned rose looks similar to the flash, but it’s wrapped around a wooden stake now. Your eyes meet Yuta’s, panic slowly washing over your body. Does he know? you wonder, trying to read his expression. It could just be because it’s close to Halloween, but you still feel nervous. You glance at Mark and realize he’s dressed as a vampire. Ah, that’s probably where Yuta got his idea for the design. He doesn’t know anything, you decide. You school your expression back into something semi-normal.

“That looks good,” you tell him. Yuta nods, breaking your gaze after a moment. He looks you over, contemplating.

“Any ideas for placement?” he asks. You shrug, pointing to your arm. You hadn’t intended to get a tattoo tonight, but you can’t really go wrong with a classic arm tattoo.

“Boo,” Mark yells, a little too loud in the small room. Your friend giggles, punching him in the arm. “What?” he whines. “That’s so boring!”

Yuta smirks, and that’s when you see it. A fang, just barely peeking out over his lip. You hold in your gasp, clenching your fist on the table as he starts prepping your arm for the stencil.

So your tattoo artist is a vampire too. You’re wondering how he deals with the blood; you probably couldn’t handle yourself in this environment, so he must have a lot of self control.

“Hey,” Yuta calls out to you suddenly. You meet his eyes and tilt your head. “Don’t think too hard.”

You know he means about the tattoo, or maybe he doesn’t. He smirks again, his fangs staying hidden this time. “Alright, let’s get started.” He looks at your friends and raises his eyebrows. “One of you might wanna hold her hand at first, just in case.”

Your roommate grabs your hand, flinching instantly. “You’re always so cold,” she complains. Yuta snickers to himself, which you don’t appreciate. It’s bad enough he’s already figured out what you are, let alone also being a vampire. You don’t need him to out you to your friends as well.

The needle doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would when it hits your skin. Perhaps that’s because you’re a vampire, but you’re not really sure. You have no way to compare it to human pain anyway. You squeeze your friend’s hand just for effect, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your tattoo artist.

“Should I get a face tattoo?”

When Mark says that out of the blue, all three of you look at him incredulously.

“No!” everyone shouts, startling the poor man.

“So Johnny lied to me?” he says, sounding dejected. Your roommate pats his shoulder comfortingly, while you glance at your tattoo artist and try not to laugh.

Yuta grins up at you, wiping some ink off your arm. You won’t lie, having his gaze on you is a lot scarier than the pain from the needle. He’s just so hot.

“Babe, I love you with or without tattoos,” your friend is telling her boyfriend. He seems a little less upset when she kisses him, but he’s still pouting.

Yuta tattoos you in silence for the next twenty minutes, your two friends seeming to forget where they are as they get lost in their own world on the couch. You’re zoned out as well, thinking about how your artist immediately picked out that you were the same kind as him. You don’t think you’re that obvious, though maybe you could dress a little less like a vampire in the future. Where’s the fun in that, though?

“Hey!” Mark sits up suddenly, startling all three of you. Yuta manages not to fuck up your tattoo somehow. “You should come to our Halloween party!”

Your eyes bug out of your head as you shoot a glare at your friend. Inviting the hot tattoo artist totally unprovoked? Mark infuriates you sometimes.

“Yeah!” your roommate agrees. You see the gears turning in her drunken mind as she smiles slyly at you. “We’ll give you the address in case you want to stop by.”

Yuta nods, going back to concentrating on your tattoo. You don’t know if that’s a good sign or not, but you make a throat slicing motion at your friends when you’re sure he isn’t looking.

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At the time, you’d wanted to karate chop Mark in the throat for inviting your tattoo artist to your Halloween party. But now on the night of the party, as Yuta appears on the porch in a racing costume, you could kiss your friend. Well, you would if your roommate wouldn’t kill you for doing it.

“Hey man!” Mark shouts, coming over to give the other man a bro hug. “Glad you could make it! We were getting tired of Y/N looking at the driveway wistfully.”

“Dude, shut up,” you groan, punching Mark in the arm. You were definitely not watching the driveway like a lovesick puppy; you don’t know where he got the idea from.

Yuta laughs, slinging an arm over your shoulder. “Well, I’m here now to entertain you.” You don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your lips momentarily.

“I’m hungry,” your roommate announces loudly, walking up the stairs. Jungwoo is right behind her, holding a plastic pumpkin bucket filled with Jell-O shots. You grab a couple as he shuffles onto the porch, offering a blue one to Yuta.

“Guys,” Jungwoo starts, looking around nervously. “I don’t want to scare anyone, but Yangyang just told me there’s a vampire clan that lives around here. Do you think any of them would show up at the party?”

“Vampires aren’t real,” Mark says right away, far too confidently. He wraps his arms around your friend and pretends to bite her neck, making her giggle.

Yuta smirks, once again sharing a secret between the two of you. His hand bumps against yours and then he’s linking your pinky fingers together, your heart jumping in your throat. This isn’t how you saw the night going, but you don’t think you mind.

“I’m not taking my chances out here,” Jungwoo groans. He puts down the bucket of Jell-O shots and heads inside, leaving Mark the chance to grab some more.

“Do you wanna go somewhere more private?” Yuta whispers in your ear. Your skin prickles as his tongue touches your earlobe. You nod your head.

“Have fun!” your roommate shouts as the two of you head inside together. Your lower back burns where Yuta has his hand on it, guiding you through the crowd. You’ve never been with another vampire before; it’s always been too risky. One of you might get too excited and cause problems. The last thing you needed was to make living in this town harder for all of your kind. But now, you figured you had enough self control not to lose your cool. You supposed that would be tested tonight with Yuta.

He finds an empty bedroom and leads you inside, only for you to realize it is in fact your room. You giggle to yourself as he sits down on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist.

“What’s so funny?” Yuta asks, kissing your stomach as he runs his hands down your thighs. Thank god you decided to be a slutty witch; your crop top and skirt leave so much skin exposed he doesn’t even have to undress you right away.

“Nothing, just find it funny that you found my room right away,” you tell him. Yuta hums, tongue darting out to lick a stripe on your stomach. Your breath shudders as you lean into him, grabbing a handful of his hair for support.

He sneaks his hands up the back of your skirt, palming your ass over your thin panties. You let out a moan, feeling your fangs start to emerge from your gums. It’s been so long since you were with a man that you forgot how it affects you, the urge to bite appearing in the back of your mind.

“You’re so hot,” Yuta groans, kissing your stomach again. You hiss as you feel his fangs gently scrape the sensitive skin, hips jerking away from his mouth. Your whole body feels like it’s burning up as he unzips your skirt and shoves it down around your ankles.

“Fuck,” you curse. Yuta rubs his fingers over your panties, your wetness leaking through the thin fabric. You sigh dreamily, running your fingers through his hair as he continues to touch you.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already this wet,” he says in awe. His eyes are glued to your soaked panties, his fingers teasing your entrance over the fabric. You wish he would hurry up and take them off, your fangs digging into your lip as you try to hold back another loud moan.

“Yuta, please,” you start to beg just a moment later. He looks up at you with a smirk. You feel your pussy throb with need at the sight, not wanting to unpack the meaning of that right now. “I need you to touch me.”

Yuta shakes his head, instead leaning up for a kiss. “Are you scared?” he whispers, his lips barely touching yours. You shake your head, leaning in to close the final gap between you.

Immediately you feel like you’re being devoured, though his fangs aren’t even out yet. He cups your face in his hands so tightly that you can’t move away, forced to gasp for breath as he continues attacking your lips.

“Yuta,” you moan, your hands sliding down his arms. You’re really not scared; if he wanted to hurt you, he’d have done it by now. And besides that, you like to think you can hold your own. The only fight you plan on having with the other vampire tonight is in between your sheets.

“Get on the bed,” he says suddenly, voice raw with desire. You don’t waste any time, climbing past him onto your bed and sticking your ass in the air. Yuta is behind you seconds later, his hands sliding up your legs and grabbing your butt.

“I want to taste you,” Yuta whispers. You’re a little scared to have his fangs near such a sensitive part of you, but your curiosity wins in the end. You nod your head, your breath hitching as he starts pulling off your panties.

You’ve been with men before, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of Yuta’s lips on your pussy. You bite down on your lip, your fangs piercing the skin easily. Blood drips down your chin as he holds your hips still and licks at you, your moans coming out freely.

“Yuta,” you cry out, pressing your hips back into his face. The way his tongue swirls against your walls has you squirming for more, grabbing at your pillows helplessly.

“Baby, you have to stop moving,” he coos at you, pinching your butt before diving back in. His nose rubs against your clit as he adjusts his angle, fingers digging into your thighs.

You whine into your pillows, not even caring that you’re getting blood everywhere. You can always wash them later. Your mind can’t think of anything else except for the feeling of Yuta’s mouth, your orgasm building.

“Fuck me,” you moan, arching your back. Yuta pulls away from your pussy, replacing his lips with his fingers. You’re so wet that they slide right in, drawing a shout from you as he finds your spot and presses in further.

“Come on my fingers first, pretty girl,” he tells you. You can’t say no to his request, not when his voice is so seductive and you’re practically sobbing with need. Yuta fucks you with his fingers steadily, watching them disappear inside your body.

“Greedy little pussy,” he growls, leaning down to kiss between your shoulder blades. You feel so overwhelmed that this is what sends you over the edge, your fluids gushing out around his fingers as you clench around them.

“Oh my god.” You shiver as he continues to work you through it. Finally you slump forward into the pillows, his fingers slipping from your spent pussy.

“I hope we’re not done yet,” Yuta says, rolling you onto your back. The smirk on his face is enough to get you going all over again, your fingers reaching down to touch yourself as you stare back at him.

“I want your cock,” you sigh, spreading your folds with your fingers. Yuta looks down as your cum drips out, his fangs reappearing. He crouches down between your legs and licks up your fluids, moaning as he kisses your inner thighs.

“Don’t worry,” he smirks, sitting upright. He reaches into his jeans and pulls out his dick, spitting into his hand. “You’ll definitely get it soon.”

Yuta strokes his shaft, spreading his saliva all down his length. He teases his slit with his fingers, precum squirting out of the angry red tip. You lick your lips. You want to taste him, but right now you want him inside of you even more.

You reach out and grab his balls in your hand, squeezing gently. “Put it in me already, would you?” you egg him on, smirking. Yuta hisses and swats your hand away. He grabs your thighs and puts them around his hips, lining up his cock with your entrance.

“Tell me,” he starts, dragging his tip through your wet folds. You moan at the teasing, your head thrashing side to side. “Do you think you deserve my cock?”

“Please,” you babble, your eyes filling up with tears. His tip keeps dipping just inside your pussy, taunting you before he pulls back out. You’re so frustrated you can’t stand it, your hands balling up your sheets tightly. “Fuck me!”

Yuta smirks, grabbing your hips and sheathing himself in you with one deep stroke. You can’t even describe how full you feel, a loud moan falling from your hips. His cock reaches every part of you, including that spot that drives you crazy.

“Is that good enough for you?” he teases, hips completely still. You’re frustrated again, just wishing he would move already. You shake your head, trying to lift your hips to get more friction. Yuta presses your hips back down though, enjoying your struggle.

“Yuta!” you find yourself whining. You’ve never had to beg a man so hard, but you can’t help it. Your walls flutter around his cock, your moans weakening his resolve with each passing second.

“Okay, fine,” he sighs, like it’s a huge inconvenience to actually fuck you. Truthfully, he’s barely holding back, ready to pound into you. Yuta slides your hips up further into his lap and starts thrusting, leaning down to silence your sudden scream with his lips.

His fingers pull at your nipples as he fucks you, tugging them into stiff peaks. The fabric of his jeans rub against your bare ass, your juices getting all over the denim. They’ll be stained later, but he doesn’t care. You making a mess on him is the least of Yuta’s worries right now, not with the pretty sounds you’re making for him.

“Right there!” you cry, digging your nails into his shoulders when his tip hits that spot inside of you. Yuta leans down and swirls his tongue around your nipple, blowing on the wet spot before switching sides. You can’t handle all the extra stimulation, your orgasm crashing over you instantly.

Yuta keeps fucking you through it, though he slows down enough that you can feel every inch of his cock as your walls flutter and clench around him. He leans down and licks at the blood on your chin, ending with a kiss that has you sighing into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you sigh as he pulls out of you carefully and rolls to the side. Yuta reaches over and brushes your hair out of your eyes, smiling at you fondly.

“I’m so glad you came in for that tattoo,” he says, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. If you could blush, you would be doing it.

“You should be thanking Mark,” you giggle. “He’s the one that kept insisting we go into the shop.”

Yuta rolls his eyes, swinging his leg over yours until he’s above you again. You shrink under his gaze, your eyes closing as he playfully tugs at your nipples again. You moan softly, arching up into his touch. You can’t believe you’re getting turned on again so soon, but you’re not about to complain. “He can wait. I have a very pretty vampire under me that I need to take care of first.”

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #yuta smut #yuta x reader #yuta fic #kinktober 2022 #my fics #this is not set in the same universe as my jaehyun vampire fic #bit of a reach for this kink but whatever #i just wanted to ruin my friend's life lmao #i can't believe i finished kinktober omg #300

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