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hiiii lovelies ! kat ✶ she / her. bi ! 19 .

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death note, nana, danganronpa, black butler, jjk, bsd, banana fish, ybc.

tlou, life is strange, resident evil, final fantasy, silent hill, dbh, tomb raider, fatal frame.

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current lestat de lioncourt x louis de pointe du lac fluff

“Be all the beautiful things you are, and be them without apology.”

SFW!!! summary: The city has changed. They have, too. On a quiet balcony overlooking the French Quarter, Louis and Lestat discover that after centuries of heartbreak, forgiveness can be found in the smallest moments, and forever isn’t so frightening when it’s shared.

a/n: lowk cried while writing this story but whatever it’s okay (it’s not okay 💔)

The night was too quiet for New Orleans.

Louis stood on the balcony of their townhouse, watching the city glow beneath a humid summer sky. Cars hummed where horses once wandered, and distant music drifted upward from the French Quarter. Time had changed the world again. Lestat, somehow, looked exactly as he always had.

“You brood even more beautifully beneath LED streetlights,” Lestat said, appearing behind him with impossible silence.

“I wasn’t brooding.”

“You were contemplating eternity.”

“I was thinking about whether you’ll ever stop making dramatic entrances.”

Lestat smiled, the kind of smile that could start wars or end them.

“Never.”

For a moment, neither spoke. After decades of chaos, betrayal, forgiveness, and finding one another again, silence had become its own language.

Louis leaned against the railing. “The city’s different.”

“So are we.”

“Are we?”

Lestat stepped beside him, resting his arms on the balcony. “You don’t leave every time I annoy you.”

“I’ve considered it.”

“I know.”

Louis laughed. A quiet, genuine sound that made Lestat glance toward him with unmistakable affection.

“You used to hate when I laughed,” Louis said.

“I hated when someone else was the reason.”

The confession hung between them.

Lestat’s confidence often concealed truths that only surfaced in rare moments like this. Beneath the theatrical charm was someone who feared being forgotten more than death itself.

“I’ve spent centuries trying to be extraordinary,” Lestat murmured. “Yet the moments I remember most are painfully ordinary.”

“Such as?”

“You reading while pretending not to notice I was watching you.”

Louis raised an eyebrow.

“You pretending to dislike my piano.”

“I did dislike your piano.”

“You liked me playing it.”

“…Perhaps.”

Lestat grinned victoriously.

“There it is. Progress.”

Louis rolled his eyes before gently nudging Lestat’s shoulder.

“You always need to win.”

“I don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

“I only need to hear you admit I’m right.”

“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.”

“Then we’ll have eternity to debate it.”

Their hands brushed against one another on the railing.

Neither pulled away.

Below them, the city carried on, unaware that two immortals stood above it sharing a peace they had once believed impossible.

Louis finally intertwined his fingers with Lestat’s.

“You know,” he said softly, “I used to think forever sounded exhausting.”

“And now?”

“Now… I think forever depends on who you’re spending it with.”

Even Lestat, master of grand speeches, found himself speechless.

Instead, he lifted Louis’s hand and pressed a lingering kiss against his knuckles.

“No audience?” Louis teased.

“For this?” Lestat answered. “Never. Some performances are meant for one person.”

Louis smiled. The small, private smile few had ever earned.

The night stretched endlessly ahead, and for once eternity felt less like a burden than a promise.

Together, they watched the lights of New Orleans shimmer until dawn threatened the horizon, content simply to exist in the rarest kind of immortality:

One shared.

“When the gavel hits the sand, I’m dammed to loving you.”

soft dom!deena johnson x sub!reader wlw!!!

summary: it’s late at night when you’re lonesome and afraid of the violent thunderstorm outside. all of a sudden someone comes knocking at your door… who is it, and why? curiosity never did kill the cat, did it?

WARNINGS: oral sex, fingering, cunninglus, hickeys, praising, making out, heavy mentions of nsfw.

The loud crackle of a bolt of thunder makes your heart drop like a heavy stone. You snuggle inside the little fort you’d made in your living room, just in-front of the old TV. MTV was on, “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cindy Lauper played in the background while you munched on the buttery popcorn you’d made prior the storm.

It was so cold. So, so cold. You’d wish in your little heart that someone, anyone would come and wrap you up in their big arms, so warm, defrosting your cold little hands. Just as you held that thought, you heard the doorbell ring.

“Who could it be?” Thoughts wondering through your mind.

You get up, in your pjs. Silky blue and white striped long pants which dragged along the floor and a big baggy knitted sweater which you stole from your sister. You slowly turn the doorknob… cautiously wondering who’s on the other end. Finally, you swing it open in one swift motion.

It’s… Deena. Deena Johnson. The girl who lives down the street with her little brother. But what was she doing here? So late at night? Numerous questions wandered through your mind yet the loudest one was how she looked oh, so pretty. She always looked pretty. Pretty like when you see her at the park listening to mixtapes and you notice the little smiles she lets out when her favourite song comes on, when you turn a block while you’re on a walk and “accidentally” watch through the window as she brushes her hair. Your eyes wandered around her in admiration from her washed out jeans to her curly, brunette hair before finally looking into her mesmerising eyes.

“Deena? What are you doing here?” You said, smiling nervously.

“Hey… were you sleeping? I hope I didn’t wake you.” She said in her tender voice, running her hand through her hair.

“No.. no, don’t worry. I uh.. I couldn’t sleep even if I tried.” You admitted.

“Ah… Why not?” She questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

You gesture your head to the roaring thunderstorm outside, smiling awkwardly.

“Thunderstorms? That’s cute.”

You giggle at her comment, unknowing your face had been flushed the entire time.

“Here, come inside. It’s cold out.” You step back, inviting her in.

“Thanks.” She smiles.

Deena noticed your little fort you had made out of old crumpled blankets and soft cotton pillows, all scattered on the floor as a result of your constant tossing and turning.

“You make that yourself?” She asks, smirking.

“Oh.. that’s nothing. I was just uh, cold.”

“Cold, huh.” She says in a condescending tone.

You nod, handing her a cup of hot chocolate you poured from the cattle.

“So, why are you here?” You asked, watching as she sips it slowly.

“Oh right. Well actually, I wanted to give you something you’d left out in the park the other day. I had arrived just after you left and I saw your notebook on the bench.”

She takes it out of her bag and hands you the little notebook, hearts drawn on it and all. It was yours. Blood rushes to your cheeks as you realise she could’ve read the things you wrote. The things you thought.

“You.. you didn’t look through it, did you?” You say anxiously, hands fidgeting at each other.

“Don’t worry, babe. I wouldn’t do that.” She reassures.

You sigh a sigh of relief, not even realising the pet name she finished off with. You nod in appreciation.

She smiles back at you. “It’s getting pretty late.. Thanks for the cocoa. I’ll be on my way.”

Just as she gets up to leave, you grab her by the hand.

“Wait!”

She turns back, frozen with anticipation.

“Could you… stay? Just until the storms lets off. I can’t be alone again.” You plead, you need comfort. You need her comfort.

She looks back at you. A small smile carved against her lips. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll stay here with you as long as you need.” She says reassuringly.

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An hour or so passed by and somehow you’re cooped up against her in your little home made fort. Her loving arms around you allow warmth to pierce through your body right against hers. Her eyes are closed but yours are half lidded. Music still plays in the background but you’re more focused on her shallow breath against your neck.

“Deena…” you murmur, trying not to startle the girl.

“Hm?” She says softly, opening her eyes to gaze down at you.

God, her gaze is intoxicating. It hypnotises you in ways you never imagined just a simple stare could. Without thinking, your eyes shifted down to her perfect lips. They looked so soft, so pretty, so kissable. You couldn’t. Could you?

Impulsively, you slowly press your lips against hers, feeling a wave of everlasting desire and want. Not long after, you realise what you’d just done and quickly pull back, eyes widening.

“Oh god, Deena, I’m so sorry.” You say, shamefully covering your mouth.

You expected to be yelled at, cursed at, or pushed away, for her to have been disgusted by you, but to your utter surprise, she wasn’t. She just smiled. In fact, she didn’t have an ounce of disapproval or unrequited feelings shown on her very face. Instead, she removed your hand and pressed her lips against yours once more. Only this time, passionately. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and you both moan softly, bodies collapsing onto each other, melting away. Her lips felt like honey and tasted like closest you could get to eternal bliss, you just can’t get enough.

Her hand travelled under your shirt and you shiver at her smooth touch, the touch you’ve yearned for for so long. She unclasped your bra with care while softly kissing your neck.

“Please Deena..” you whimper out, so very needy for her.

“Please what? Use your words baby.” She whispers against your neck, the vibrations of her lips electrocuting you through your entire body.

“I need you. I need all of you.” Are the only words you had managed to say out loud.

Thankfully, it was all she had to hear.

Pulling you closer, she marked your neck leaving hickeys that felt like you’d been eaten by a woman starved. Her hands travelled around your body in swift yet steady motions as if she’d memorised your anatomy long before. It felt too good to be true, as if you were made for each other. You groaned and couldn’t help but notice your heat and desperation built up between your thighs as you grew even hungrier. She kissed your collarbones and moved further down your body to your stomach where she left invisible kiss marks as an appetiser before the main course. Moving further and further until her head was far underneath the blanket you tugged onto for support.

She burrowed herself perfectly between your thighs, you felt her grind against you as you grew wetter.

“May I?” She asks, looking up into your foggy eyes.

You nod vigorously, taking off your pants in a hurry and mindlessly tossing them aside. All that’s left for her now are your white lacy panties you’re practically begging to get ripped off you.

Through the fabric, deena’s soft tongue lapped at your wetness, forming circles with her tongue which made you squeal and moan with long awaited pleasure. She pushed your panties aside, taking the sight of you in. All for her. All hers. She groans almost as if she’d wanted this too. Has she?

“You’re perfect.” She muttered under her breath before eating your cunt whilst giving you pleasure you’ve never felt so intensely before. You look down at her feeding on you as she reaches for your tits. You whimpered and moaned her name, begging for her to keep going, your thighs squeeze and shake around her mouth when her tongue flicks your clit so well. Just as soon as you feel unexplainable pleasure building deep within you, she had slipped her fingers into you, claiming you as hers and massaging your g spot as her tongue and lips continued to lap against your sensitive clit.

“I can’t take it.. I’m gonna come… baby I’m gonna come..” You whimpered out, holding her head for support as you gasp for air.

Holding her head down, you scream in pleasure as you release all the pent up stress that’s been forming inside you the past week, your legs shaking as you completely drown in her touch. As you recovered from your breaking orgasm, she didn’t seem to stop. Instead, she fingered you with more force than before and her tongue moved even faster. Your eyes roll back as the feeling becomes too much for you to handle and your back arches.

“Baby I can’t take it.. Please…” You groan out over the overwhelming pleasure

“You can take it baby.” She whispers. “I know you can.”

Those words were simply enough to send you right over the edge, your second aching orgasm breaking through you as your wet pussy spasmed on her fingers and tongue.

Who knew the girl you had a little crush on was so good at this?

You managed to catch your breath but couldn’t get yourself up. Your body was physically glued to the ground, as sensitive as ever. She kissed your still jittery thighs and licked her lips, crawling back up to you and kissing you passionately.

“You did so well for me, baby” She murmured, kissing your forehead.

You nodded, smiling at her warmly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” She smiled back, eyes glimmering in the moonlight.

She caressed you gently in her arms, her fingers running through your hair.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” She whispers.

“So are you.” You say, nuzzling your head into her chest.

vampire revenge era gerard way x reader smut

sub!gerard x fem!reader

summary: gerard is a bloodthirsty vampire who depends on human blood to survive. when you both are stuck in an old castle late at night, things start to get messy as he grows more n more desperate…

(yes the title is a nine inch nails reference.)

WARNING! includes; oral sex, power play, pet play, chains, vampire k!nk, blood k!nk, begging, praise, cnc, etc idk haha

T’was 11pm on a late misty night at the gloomy castle where you stayed the night. Your good friend, Marcy, whom was an owner of many vampire pets had been busy that night, leaving you to take care of her newest pet, Gerard.

He was chained to his cage, clawing at the bars, hissing.

“So thirsty… need blood…” he said softly, with as much energy as he could get out of him.

You look down at the poor thing, so desperate and pathetic. I wonder what I could get him to do.

“How much do you need, pup?” You ask, in a condescending manner.

“Just a drop… please… so hungry…” he cooed, dragging his words.

You bend down to reach his level whilst he’s trapped and watch as his gaze of pure desperation falls to follow your face, interlocking his innocent eyes with yours.

“I’ll let you out if you promise to be good.” You say sternly, dangling the keys infront of his hissing face.

He nods intently as he claws at the cage, wholeheartedly promising he’ll be good. You grab the cage key and slowly drag it along the lock, teasing the poor mutt. He whines in frustration and pleads as he watches your fingers push the key in and out of the lock. Finally, you shove it in the keyhole and unlock the cage, giving the fanged one a sigh of relief. You’d allow him to freely move around.. but not so, as the cold metallic chains connected to his wrists still take their place.

“Thank you master… Pet is thankful..” he cooes out, smiling through his sharp fangs.

You nod as you sit next to him.

“I’ll give you my blood, pet. Only if you promise me something in return.” You demand, watching his head tilt and eyebrows furrow.

He nods.

“Anything… What does master need?”

Your mind is flooded with endless possibilities, sending sparks through your body as you speak. “Well, what did your previous master train you to do? I’d like to see if she’s been training you well.”

“She’s taught me lots of things.. how to do things.. many things.. Pet can use body. Can use.. tongue. Pet can make master feel good.” He says in the most innocent tone you’ve ever heard while saying words with such vulgar intent.

“Is that so?” You question. Maybe you could enjoy this tedious night after all. You hand him your wrist, cautiously.“You may take blood from here, but not too much. Only a taste so that you don’t faint.” You demand.

He nods intently, obeying your orders and wishes. “Thank you, master.”

You feel a cold, sharp sensation as his white, pearly teeth latch into your skin and his soft lips massage where he’s feeding. You hiss at the sting as he slurps up as much blood as he’s allowed. The sensation flows through your blood and suddenly it almost feels as if he’s taunted you with his acidity. After he’s finished, he cleans your wound by licking your wrist and two small marks where his fangs once were had been indented in your tender skin.

“So good… you taste so good, master. Now, let me take care of you.” He crawls nearer to you as you unlock his chains, suddenly ravished and starved for what had been forbidden not long ago. You feel thick blood rushing to your very chest and a strange tingling sensation releasing deep within you.

“What is this… why do I feel this way?” You gasp.

“Oh… pet forgot to mention.. previous owner said that vampire bite has.. A..aphrodisiac. Said it made her feel.. hot for pet. Do you feel hot for pet, master?”

You nod.

“It’s okay. I can make it go away.” He says gently.

Gerard crawls on top of you as he kisses on your neck, not hard and painful like earlier, but soft and tender. He marks you as you moan softly, moving down further and further from your collarbone to your chest, squeezing your tits with his cold hands, making you squirm in pleasure. He puts his mouth on them, sucking and biting softly on you while you press your thighs together not being able to control yourself anymore.

He slowly moves further south, ripping your skirt to the side and using his hands to hold your legs apart, squeezing your thighs. He slowly kisses your inner thighs, dragging his tongue alongside them. You shiver at his cold yet warm touch, his wet mouth and needy gaze up at you as he touched you where you needed him most.

Finally, he does what you’ve been waiting for and wanting so very badly. He uses his fingers to rub you while looking up into your eyes, nearly hypnotising you from the pleasure. He rubs your pussy through the thin fabric of your underwear which is now soaking wet. He rubs circles around you as you clench at his slender fingers, groaning for more and more. He slips your panties aside as puts his warm mouth on you, making you moan. Dragging his tongue alongside your slick slit made you arch your back and hold his head down as he sucked on your clit. He lapped at your pussy like a man starved as your legs shook against his arms holding you down. You pushed his head back against your heat and grinded up against his tongue, feeling the friction as you slowly reached your climax.

“Master tastes so good… is pet doing good?”

You nod as you can’t form words other than whimpers and curses under your breath. You feel yourself start to get closer. Your legs shaking as he slips two fingers inside you while passionately eating you out. That made you reach the breaking point as you screamed in pleasure while your orgasm completely ripped through you, squirting on his fingers and covering his pretty face with it. You breath raggedly as you realise what had just took place, looking down at Gerard, hazily staring back at you, with a small smile on his face.

“You look like you enjoyed that, master.”

gerard!way

frank!iero

daniel!larusso

rory!culkin characters.

kieran!culkin characters..

ellie!williams ( all i need )

deena!johnson ( dammed )

jack o’ connell characters..

completed : 3/8

sub!daniel larusso x reader

WARNINGS! sex, p in v, dry humping/grinding, making out, humiliation, degradation, begging, dacryphillia?

summary: daniel's been coming home late, stressed out from being a target to johnny and his gang him at school, and painfully sore from long hours of karate training with mr miyagi. do you think you could you make him feel better when he comes home to you?

a/n: requested by a friend, hope u enjoy.

Daniel had come home at around 5pm that gloomy evening.

As he swung the wooden door open, his weekly blackeye managed to greet you before he could even open his bruised mouth. His gaze soon met yours and you smiled warmly before getting off the couch.

"Hey, you." You murmured, swiftly snatching his backpack from him, all beaten up and dirtied. "God, what'd they do to you this time?" You ask, concerningly.

He simply scoffs in response.

His chestnut irises glooming in the evening light. You can't help but stare in admiration, how his slightly greasy tawny hair would fall so gently onto his bruised, tan skin. He stenches of sweat, the sour sweetness making you grow rowdy, every single breath you took in his presence.

He was so awfully pathetic. It made you want to ruin him even more.

"Baby... I gotta take a bath..." His raspy voice slurs, dripping into your ears like warm, silky honey.

"No." you demand.

"No?" he chuckles sarcastically. "Whatever do you mean, 'no'?"

Tardily, you pushed him onto the wooden rocking chair in the living room, where he would often water his bonsai trees. He gasped as his back hit the pillow. You eye him down, hungrier than ever. Watching as the mere realization of what's yet to come dawns down on him.

You finally crawl on top of the boy, straddling him with both legs swinging off the chair, and your lower body grinding onto his lap.

"You're so tense baby... Loosen up a little won't you?" You mumble in his ear as he shudders beneath your echo.

He trembles at your breath against his skin, nodding his head yes to obey your command. You can't help but smile at how adorable he looks, nodding so innocently as if he were a little puppy. You brought your slender hand to his cheek, gently caressing it, your finger brushing right over his bruise. He whimpered at the sensation, his pure gaze following your finger.

"Please, baby. I need it." he whimpers.

You softly press your lips against his, interlocking skin to make such sweet noises. You slip your tongue into his mouth as he moans softly, overwhelmed by the motion. Larusso slides his slender hand up the back of your blouse, unclasping your bralette as you grind against his now aching member. You feel him throb against your wetness as you both melt deeper into the kiss.

He moves lower, sucking on your collarbone whilst hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it and sliding them under your booty shorts. He can feel how wet you are as he starts to circle his two fingers around your clothed clit, so needy and tense for him. You moan under your breath as you reach down to unbuckle those stupid jeans of his that are just in the way, which is causing more friction than you thought it would.

His bulge was suffocating beneath those thin, cream colored boxers he wore, a wet, milky pearl starting to form at the glands, leaking out of the fabric. You begin to palm him through his boxers as he moans, jerking up into your hand for some sort of pleasure.

"such a needy puppy huh?" you tease, though not being able to for long as your own libido heightens to extreme lengths.

You pull his boxers down, his wet cock springing out so fucking erotically, like something straight out of a porn scene. You bite your lip as you slide your drenched panties to the side and get aligned with his tip, using both of your fluids as lubricant.

"Baby i can’t, please stop teasing me." He jerks out in tears beneath you.

"Beg me, then." you insist, your pussy just hovering on the throbbing tip of his pathetic cock.

"Please mistress. Please fuck me. Fuck me ‘till i cant think.. ‘Till i cant even say anything other than your name. I need it, mistress. I need you."

And with those words that fell so delicately out of his needy mouth, you sank yourself down on his cock as it filled you up in every sweet spot you could think of. The both of you moaned as you bounced on his throbbing cock, your ass making wet, clapping sounds as you sank down hard on his lap each time, making sure you hit that spot that you've been dreaming about all day.

He choked on his tears as you kept going faster and harder, digging your pink nails into his bare chest, moaning like a stripper being fucked at midnight.

"miss i can't- can't take it.. gonna cum..!" he whimpered, but you got off of him just as he was close and he groaned in frustration as a result.

"if you wanna cum, you gotta earn it, babe. i want you to fuck me now."

He nodded desperately as he got off the chair and bent you over, your hands on the wall and back arched, ass facing towards him. He slammed his cock into you, fucking you fast and rough, using your hair as something to grab onto as he fucked you deeper and deeper. He reached his free hand infront to rub your clit, making your legs shake even more as you felt yourself reaching your climax. Finally, you both saw stars as you came together, both a messy, moaning mess. He pulled out after awhile of panting, turning you over and kissing you passionately.

"I bet Johnny didn't get this, did he?" You teased, making him chuckle.

"Yeah. Probably not." he smiled warmly.