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What an astute observation, you think to yourself snarkliy, and you're sure he hears the thought.
It's true. Over the past 72 hours, you've maybe gotten a combined 4 hours of sleep. When you signed up for interviewing vampires, you knew it would be atypical hours. And honestly, you were pretty nocturnal yourself. But this was…different.
This was insomnia. Plain and simple. You couldn't fall asleep. Once you fell asleep, it wasn't an issue really. You'd toss and turn but you'd get some rest. Better than none.
It was the falling asleep itself that was the problem. You were still exhausted, ready for sleep, begging for it, but it would not come.
"Give the man a prize. Observant as ever, Armand." Your eyes are lidded in both fatigue and annoyance. The living room is pretty dark, save for the small lamp on the table beside you and the glow of the tv. It's some nature documentary about deep ocean creatures; you'd thought the relaxing visuals and the ambient water noise would coax you towards sleep. Nope.
None of your usual tricks were working. Not tea, not a hot bath with lavender, not weed, not doubling up your anti anxiety meds (don't try that at home kids), nothing was working. And it was starting to affect your job. Louis had asked you were alright a few times now, even Daniel had checked in on you. It was awkward, the pity felt weird. Or maybe it wasn't pity and it was simply concern, you know, a thing that people can feel towards you. The fatigue was making you depressed, sad.
"It's hard to miss, I haven't been attacked during our sessions in three days."
"Consider yourself lucky, it's only a brief respite." Your head rests on a pillow, your body splayed out on the enormous couch.
"I'll be counting the seconds until you've recovered." The fondness in his voice still catches you off guard.
It's been a bit since your first solo session, and since then…progress has certainly been made. He's been more amiable towards you. An undercurrent of tension playing just beneath the surface. But it hasn't…worsened things, or made things awkward. It's almost as if you're both playing a game, and it's one you both enjoy immensely. You still want to win, of course, but that's the fun in it: the other person is trying to win just as hard.
Not to mention the night you stumbled home drunk just before sunrise…
He watches you momentarily, from the edge of the living room - he loves to perch, you've noticed - before walking over to the couch. With a touch of his hand to your calves, you shift them off so he can sit. What catches you completely off guard is his grip around your ankle. He sits, gets comfortable, and places your legs on his lap, hand resting on your lower calf in a way that can only be described as possessive. Perhaps protective, if you're looking at it kindly. Your skin prickles and your ears get hot. He's never been so casual with touch before. Your nerve endings are screaming in satisfaction and agony simultaneously; satisfaction because any touch is like heaven to you, and agony because it is not enough. Thank god you've gotten a little better at shielding your thoughts.
"I'm sure we could have the good doctor prescribe you some sleeping medicine?" He offers, gazing half-heartedly at the TV as images of an angler fish flash on the screen.
A noise of frustration escapes your throat, "They don't work on me, unless it's a full blown sedative. Normal shit like Valium has no effect on me. My physiology is odd." Lots of things don't work on you; sleeping medicine, lots of allergy medicine, local anesthetic, caffeine. Who knows why. Maybe god decided to play a practical joke on you.
Armand seems surprised by that, "Really?"
"Really. Why do you think I reeked of weed last night? Usually I can smoke a little and conk out. But this time…it's different." He tenseness underneath your legs and a stab of regret runs through you.
"Not because of anything in particular, relax. Nothing about our recent sessions or anything that's happened here is causing it. Sometimes I just…can't sleep." You do your best to assuage his anxieties. It's funny. You know you're not his favorite person, but he seems to want to…protect you from certain things. Ugly truths or unsavory scenes, violence, cruelty, etc. He's an interesting creature.
"Yes, the scent was quite overpowering."
"Sorry."
"Don't be." His thumb has pressed into the meat of your calf absent-mindedly, pressing and rubbing in small little circles. It's…nice.
The screen goes red, as the image of Vampyroteuthis Infernalis, or 'The Vampire Squid From Hell' appears on screen.
"Why are you watching this? Will it not give you nightmares, seeing such fearsome creatures before bed?"
"I'm currently living with two fearsome creatures who I see before bed every night, so no." You smile gently, and even though you don't turn to look at him, you can feel the smirk settle on his face. His thumb nail digs into your skin playfully, a warning far too teasing to be sincere.
"Funny."
Silence lapses momentarily as you stare at the undulating form of the squid.
"Is it odd to hear about creatures named after you? Or…be confronted with vampires in pop culture?" It's a question you've been meaning to ask. He pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts - he always does this when you ask him these kinds of questions. Like he's taking the time to actually give you a meaningful answer. You shift, no longer laying on your side but on your back, leaning against the pillow you've stuffed against the arm of the couch. You can see his face now, painted in the colorful glow of the TV.
"I can see why humans named it such, the Vampire Squid From Hell. It is quite fearsome." His hand has shifted to your shin, letting the tips of his nails drag back and forth over your skin, featherlight. It's strangly comforting.
"As for pop culture…it's interesting, more than anything, to see what humans come up with in terms of story. The lore isn't always accurate but it's…nice to see us represented in different lights than just 'monsters'."
"Mm. Have a favorite?"
"I'm partial to A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night, despite how new it is. The original Nosferatu is interesting enough, though I'm not a fan of German expressionism-"
"No you like the romantic era of art. Classical." You interrupt him, not unkindly.
"I do. Though I seem to remember you do as well." He's picked up on your avoidance of talking about yourself sometimes and seems to have made it a part of his life's mission to turn your own questions back on you as often as he can.
A sigh escapes your lips, "Yes, you remember correctly. Bram Stokers Dracula was a formative film for me. Still tear up a little bit."
"That explains quite a lot. I believe you would say 'that tracks'." The smile is audible in his voice. You sit up slightly, and narrow your eyes at him, mouth agape. He turns to you eyebrows raised and smiling, the picture of amusement.
"I can't believe you just used modern slang. Who are you and what have you done with the Vampire Armand?" You playfully admonish.
"One can only hear something for so long until it bleeds into their own vernacular." He counters.
"I could kick you right now."
"You won't." And he's right. This is too nice. You slump back down, arms crossed indignantly, glancing back at the TV briefly. It strikes you, how so many people might call these creatures monsters, and how beautiful you think they are. That seems to be a running theme for you. Finding beauty in the monstrous.
"A lot of humans often use vampirism as a metaphor. Queerness, otherness, love and consumption, sexuality. Not for nothing, I think vampiric media is some of our best. It certainly resonates with a lot of people. I don't know if that's comforting or not, but there are swathes of people who are more than sympathetic to you." Your eyes droop a little, but you're no less tired.
A deep breath has his chest rise and fall, though he does not require it.
"It's not comforting but it's not…discomforting. It baffles me, that humans could sympathize with things meant to kill them."
"Humans will sympathize with anything. We pack bond. We stare at monsters and ask if we can pet them, stare at wild animals and ask for cuddles. Why should that instinct stop at vampires?" You should be writing this down. You should be recording this. It's good stuff, but you wouldn't dare move. Wouldn't dare break this moment of peace with him.
He eyes you again. "Speaking from experience, are you?"
"Of course." It's your lack of hesitation that has him thrown. Your complete unabashed confirmation.
He's not looking at you now, eyebrows furrowed and staring ahead at nothing.
"It's a part of who we are, as predators. Everything about us is disarming to our prey. It is how we are made. Any sympathy might just be the result of evolutionary manipulation on our part." His tone is melancholy. It doesn't suit him, though you know from the interviews that he seems to be melancholy quite often.
"You underestimate humans ability to connect. Maybe it's because you've been so far removed from them." It's not a judgement. Just an observation. He knows it too, turning to you. Just looking at you, maybe looking for something.
"Not all of them are as kind in their assessment as you." His hand has stilled, just holding your ankle softly. It's a welcome feeling.
"Then seek out the kind ones." You know it's advice that you should be taking yourself. Your loneliness, your anxiety, they are so massive within you that they threaten to swallow you whole. You should be seeking out the kindness. Instead, you retract into yourself, fearful of possibility, fearful of change and of future, of rejection and fearful of what could go wrong. Your thoughts must be loud or you must have not been concentrating because Armand is rubbing you calf again, giving you a concerning look.
"Your sleep deprivation is worsening your mental state." It's not a judgement, just an observation.
"I know, I'm aware, but that doesn't make it go away." Your response is sad, full of understanding, and hopeless in a way. It's moments like these where you feel as if there is nothing you can do but soldier through, as unhealthy as that is. But it's how you've lived your life.
You're both silent for a few minutes, just existing in each others space. It's nice. The fish swim by on the screen, a nautilus, bioluminescent sea cucumber, copypods that shoot glowing goo out into the open dark water.
"I might be able to help you sleep, if you're amenable to that." Armand breaks the silence. His voice is tentative, small, a drop in a bucket.
What? Your eyes shift to his in question, "Help me sleep?"
"Yes. It wouldn't be hard. Or uncomfortable for you." He seems to be genuine, though he hasn't looked at you since he's said it.
You're not quite sure how you feel about having a vampire jn your head. It's happened before, and you can't make up your mind on how to feel. On one hand, it's miraculous. Being able to hear his thought that he shares with you, the sheer power he has, it's awesome in the literal sense of the word. On the other, it's terrifying. The being perceived of it all, the fact that he's in there and could do anything. Dangerous.
And yet.
"You want to help me sleep. Why?"
He sighs, "For one, your depressing thoughts are loud. Don't, say you're sorry. You have no reason to be." He silences you before you can apologize, your mouth snapping shut.
"Additionally, it doesn't feel right to spar with you when you're like this. Feels unfair. Like you better at full health." He's smiling again, and it's a pretty thing.
"Only if you're comfortable, of course." Ever the gentleman. Turning it over in your head, you sit up, eyeing him. He eyes you back.
At this point, you'll try anything.
"Alright. But not out here. I'll wake up with the worst crick in my neck if I sleep on this couch." Slowly, and with great effort, you swing your legs up off of him and off the couch, loving to a sitting position. Absentmindedly, you click off the TV and just sit there for a moment.
"Am I standing yet?"
A laugh, "I'm afraid not"
"Goddamnit." And you're standing. Your whole body aches, protesting leaving the warmth of the blanket snd the couch, protesting the movement.
"Ok." You sigh, and turn to walk to your room. Armand follows behind you, not too close, not hovering.
Your room is an extension of you. A bit messy, a little unorganized, but so very you. It reminds you of your college dorm, in a very fond way. It feels familiar, even though you've only been here for a little while. Walking in, you sit on the edge of your bed, fish out a pill from the little orange bottle on your nightstand and swallow it with a swig of your water bottle.
Armand is stuck in the doorway, watching you, looking at the room.
"Sorry it's a little messy."
"Don't be sorry, it's very you."
Warmth spreads through your chest. To be known, and all that…
He stays there a little longer, and your brows furrow. Armand hasn't been in your room before.
"Don't tell me you need an invitation." There's a lilt to your voice, and he's rolling his eyes at it.
"I don't need one, no. But I wanted to give you the chance to. This is your space. You haven't entered my bedroom." He shrugs to seem nonchalant but you can tell, he's incredibly chalant, old fashioned thing that he is. 500 years old..god, you forget sometimes, how different of a time he is from.
"Thank you. You're welcome to come in Armand." You say as you pull back the covers, sliding yourself under them, rubbing your legs together like a cricket.
He enters the room and you suddenly understand why he was giving you the benefit of inviting him in. Armand in your room is…well it sure is something. You pray to god you haven't left out anything embarrassing for him to pick up on, but that's the least of your worries.
A vampire. In your space. That you allowed in. There is something that started buzzing in the atmosphere somewhere as soon as he stepped in. Jesus, how will you sleep now. His fingers catch on the edges of the balled up bedsheet you threw onto your dresser.
"No sheet?"
"No, it makes me too hot and gets tangled up in my legs." He nods, like it makes perfect sense. You sleep on the left side of the bed - it's at least a queen - farther from the door. He walks over to the opposite side, and sits on the edge.
"It would be better if you got comfortable first."
"Right." You crawl down further under the covers, arrange your pillows how you like them, and move to lay on your right side, so you're facing him. He's brought himself fully onto the bed, leaning against the headboard casually, one leg stretched out and one bent, his elbow resting on it.
"Ok…you're not just gonna…snap and I'm out right? That would be…jarring." You blurt out, suddenly nervous.
He chuckles, low and warm. "No. Close your eyes." You oblige.
You feel the bed shift as he leans over to shut off the light, plunging the room into darkness. A fan whirs somewhere, the white noise a necessity for you to fall asleep, vampire compulsion aside.
There's a vampire in your bed, and you're line with him in the dark. Terror should be seizing you. You should be running, screaming. But it does not, and you don't. In fact, you feel safer than you've ever felt before. And in this moment, you don't care about how that might make you ducked up or insane. Right now, you're just excited to sleep.
Featherlight at first, his fingers brush over your forehead, your brow, smoothing away any tension. They eventually find your hair, skimming over it gently.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." He starts, voice syrupy and dreamy and like a velvet robe. You knew what compulsion sounded like, knew what it felt like.but instead of fighting it like you had before, you slowly, very slowly, welcomed it as he continued.
"You have been searching for me, all your life, especially recently." His hand moving lazily over and through your hair, playing with it. The repetitive motions lull you further into relaxation along with his voice.
"With every sunrise seen by tired eyes, every cup of coffee that fails to rouse you from your fatigue, and every aid that has failed you, I have been waiting." His words weave a web around you, the beginning of one, but you don't feel fear. You're still aware of things, still present in your own mind, but things have…filled. Rough edges have been smoothed out as his words wash over you.
"I know you seek me. The warmth of a blanket, the softness of hands on your skin, the gentle drift from conscious to unconscious. I am here now, and you can cease your search." Tension in your body is melting away, limb by limb, everywhere. Your breathing begins to even, and your eyelids are so heavy you could not have opened them even if you wanted to.
"And who can blame you? You have been unfairly kept from me. But it isn't your fault. Not at all, not even close. Sometimes these things happen. But it's been long enough, hasn't it?" It has, you think to yourself, and a part of you aches. To be spoken to kindly, sweetly, gently…it's beyond words, how nice it feels. Nice isn't even the correct word, but you don't think there's a word out there that properly describes what you're feeling.
"Yes, it has. But you don't have to worry anymore. I'm here now. Nothing will harm you, there is only you, and me, in this space. Nothing waiting to swallow you up, in fact, it doesn't exist here. You are free of it. Let it go." And you do. You have so much worry. Bundled up in your chest, knotted up in your blood vessels and arteries like a cats cradle. You're protective of it, strangely; it's been with you all your life. But you let him pick apart the tangles and loops, let him comb through them with deft hands.
"You don't have to fight. You don't have to be strong now. Let it take you, let yourself be. Let yourself rest. You deserve it. It is as easy as breathing for you." And it is. It's all falling away with every exhale, every pass of his fingers through your hair, on your scalp.
"Like coming home after a long drive, like sitting down after hours standing, like coming home to the person you love…" his voice has both quieted and intensified. Like it's a gentle whisper coming from inside your head.
"Let go. You are holding on so tightly. Let go, and slip into dreams. Into watch. I'm here now. Rest." And with no hurrah, no warning or sign, you gently slip into unconsciousness, the last thing you feel being his hand in your hair.
He stays for far longer than you'll realize, long after your breathing has evened and your mind has slowed to that of sleep. Staring at you, as if you were some mysterious work of art.
Sympathetic to vampires…finding beauty in monstrosity. You perplexed him.
With the grace and agility that could only be attributed to his vampiric nature, he rises. Barely making a sound. He stares at you a moment longer and before he can stop himself, he reaches out and smooths the hair away from your face on last time, hand lingering on your delicate cheek.
"Rest well." He whispers your name like a prayer, guilty and reverential, before slipping away, further into the penthouse. But not before feeling the waves of peace, and safety, and affection rolling off of you.
He feels it, bottles it, and stores it deep in his chest cavity, and it's almost enough to warm his whole body.
Content warning: Angst, alcohol use, fighting, smut, switch!Vi, switch!Reader, Sub!Vi, Dom!Reader, multiple rounds mentioned, teasing, orgasm denial, fingering, pet name use, swearing, maybe dub-con (Vi has had a small amount of alcohol but not enough that she can’t consent). (lmk if I missed any tags and need to add more)
Authors note: I’ve never really written this much smut before or this detailed so no one judge me! This is based on a post I saw here. I am willing to make a pt.2 if people want it.
Word count: 2.7k
Introduction
Part 1. Part 2. …
You were waiting for the loud ringing sound, the noise that told you to head into the pit. It was late and you’d already done 3 matches tonight but you knew you needed this last one, this one was special, you were going to be fighting Vi.
This wasn’t your first time fighting with Vi in the pit, you’d done it a million times before by now, she was the only person you couldn’t guarantee win or a lose.
You sighed as you shook off your nerves before the loud ringing of a bell went off and you headed into the centre of the concrete pit. The lights overhead were too bright almost blinding and the cheering or at this point screaming of the crowd was deafening, but you looked before you and saw Vi already in position ready to throw a hard punch. She was moving side to side, ready for the match to start.
The match began and you quickly side stepped out of the way from Vi’s fist that went flying towards your head, you quickly moved around behind her and jabbed her ribs causing her to immediately swing her arm around which hit your shoulder hard. You stumbled back slightly off balance but quickly dropped down as Vi swung again. You could tell she was tired, even though to the average person her attacks seemed precise, you knew that wasn’t the case. Vi was swinging for your head, she wanted this to be a quick match and you decided to be nice and make it one. You quickly moved and hit your first square in her gut causing her to grab her stomach as she doubled over gasping for air after you knocked the wind out of her.
The bell rang, calling that the match was over and many people sighed or cheered depending on who they were hoping to win. You looked down at Vi who seemed more hurt than she should’ve been, you knew that punch wasn’t hard enough to cause her to still be doubled over in pain after a minute. The crowds of people started to dissipate so you chose to crouch down by Vi and held your hand out for her to take if she wanted.
“Dude you good? I swear I didn’t punch you that hard, or I didn’t mean to at least.”
Vi looked up at you, gripping her ribs and took your hand to help her up before you both headed to the changing rooms.
“F-fine…m’ fine, just probably caught something, ya know?”
You hummed in response as you sat her down on a bench and went to get her some water.
“How come you’re doing all this? Usually you just go into your area until we meet up at the bar.”
You shrugged as you passed her the water bottle.
“I know I didn’t hit you hard enough for you to still be on the floor a good minute after I hit you. Plus you didn’t seem ok when we were fighting.”
Vi nodded as she drank some of the water. You both stayed there in silence as Vi took the occasional sip of water. It felt weird, you were both almost calm, just existing in each other’s presence, usually you both were either arguing, fighting or fucking, never an in between.
Vi stared at her hands which held the bottle of water, half zone out. That punch was in the same spot that Caitlyn punched her, just thinking of it made her feel ill, but at the same time all she wanted to do was curl up in her shitty bed which wasn’t even an actual bed.
You were just looking at her, knowing she wasn’t ok, Vi was usually cocky and would brush this whole thing off like it was nothing.
“Seriously you alright?”
Vi shrugged before getting up and grabbing her jacket.
“Yeah…told you ‘m fine.”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Clearly you’re not fine so just spill.”
Vi huffed getting more pissed off that you wouldn’t just drop it.
“I told you I’m fine, for gods sake can’t you just take words at face value for once!? Seriously you don’t have to be all nosey and trying to get into my business all the damn time!”
You just stood there for a moment, shocked at her lashing out.
“I’m just making sure you’re ok! Is it that hard for you to acknowledge that someone gives a shit about you!?”
You knew you should drop this but for some reason you just couldn’t, you were worried about her, she never really acted like this.
“You don’t care about me all you’re here for is a good fuck and someone you can actually fight with!”
“That’s not true Vi and you know it!”
Vi turned on her heel and stormed out of the changing room and down to the last drop, where she spent most of her nights. You groaned and ran your hands down your face before going to your own changing area and grabbing all your things along with your earnings from the night, once you had everything you headed out and decided to just go home. The rest of the night you spent patching up any injuries, having a shower before going to bed.
Vi just stormed out the changing room, breathing heavily from the somewhat heated argument. Why couldn’t you just know when to shut up, it pissed her off like there was no tomorrow. She walked straight into the bar and ordered the same drink she always got, the more she drank the more she thought about Caitlyn and sometimes you. Loris wasn’t there anymore to help her out, she’d pushed him away too even though he was just trying to help her get through this.
After a few hours and way too many drinks she hobbled her way back to her apartment room. She dragged herself up the stairs, cursing every time she slipped. Once inside she dropped down into her makeshift bed which just consisted of 3 big pillows with a few rags thrown over it. She curled in on herself as she eventually passed out from sheer exhaustion and the amount of alcohol that was currently running through her system.
A few days had passed and you barely saw Vi, it was like she was purposely avoiding you, anytime you two had a match booked she just wouldn’t show up at all.
As the days passed you got more aggressive during your matches in the pit, you were pissed that Vi wasn’t talking to you, you felt guilty thinking some of it was your fault, along with a crap ton of other emotions you just couldn’t pinpoint what they were or why you were feeling them.
It was late at the bar, Vi was drinking herself away as always when she suddenly got pulled off the bar stool she was sitting at and dragged out the bar.
“What the fuck!?”
Vi quickly scrambled trying to move her drunken body fast enough and then she saw it was you, you were dragging her out of the bar. You pulled her into an alleyway and stared at her while she was slumped against the wall like a kicked puppy.
“Vi, why have you been avoiding me? Look I know I was being pushy the other night and shit but for gods sake we argue all the time what makes this one time different?”
Vi just sat there for a moment before talking in that usual cocky tone.
“Aww did you miss me angel?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed out of pure annoyance.
“Vi be fucking serious, or are you too piss drunk?”
Vi groaned in annoyance.
“No, ‘m not too drunk.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose before talking.
“Right, so answer my question why the fuck are you avoiding me?”
Vi looked down almost like she felt bad.
“Just… I got upset for reasons I don’t particularly want to talk about and I felt shitty alright? But if you want, we can pretend it never happened, I’ll make up for it, promise.”
You groaned even louder.
“For fucks sake Vi…”
Vi just sat there and she did look guilty, that sad puppy eyed look was on her face and it made you feel guilty for being mad at her. You groaned once again before talking.
“Fine… whatever we’ll forget about this ok but don’t do this again alright.”
Vi nodded and got up, she immediately went to kiss you but you stopped her.
“How many drinks?”
Vi paused for a second before answering.
“Just the one, was gonna have a second but someone dragged me out the bar.”
You rolled her eyes but let her kiss you, you knew Vi could tolerate her alcohol way too well so her having one drink wasn’t too bad.
You both got back to Vi’s apartment, making out and hands wandering. You pushed her onto the makeshift bed and started kissing down her jaw then her neck and down to her collarbone as you pulled at her bandages that were binding her chest. Vi was just staring at you like some lovesick puppy while you kissed and marked along her body, you noticed her stare and raised an eyebrow.
“What’s up with that look?”
Vi just shrugged like it was obvious.
“You’re just so pretty…”
You sat up and just stared right back at her, slightly shocked she had said that, Vi wasn’t usually verbally affectionate, well not like that, usually she’s cocky and just says whatever you want to hear but this time it felt honest.
“You sure you’re not drunk?”
“God, can’t a girl give a compliment anymore?”
You rolled your eyes before leaning down to kiss her, it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss, it was hard and aggressive like you two couldn’t get enough of each other no matter how hard you tried. Vi’s hands moved to support your hips while you groped at her now unbound chest causing her to groan against your lips and grip your waist tighter. When you pulled back and began to kiss down her torso, she whined and quickly covered her mouth to muffle any noises she made, but you quickly pulled her hand away and tutted.
“Ah ah ah, Vi you know I like hearing you.”
Vi let out a shaky breath and just stared at you, she looked almost drunk on pleasure, her eyes full of lust as she suddenly let out a loud almost guttural moan when she felt you press your thumb against her clit through her trousers. You carefully hooked your fingers into the waistband of her jeans and slowly, painfully slowly, pulled them off her legs causing Vi to groan in annoyance.
“For fucks sake can you move any slower.”
The second she said that you immediately started moving even slower.
“I didnt mean literally!”
You rolled your eyes before pulling her jeans completely off and almost immediately after, starting to pull off her underwear. Vi let out a small whine at the feeling of cold air hitting her now exposed cunt which was practically dripping wet. You smirked slightly at seeing just how needy she was and you immediately started running your ring and middle finger up her slit, before rubbing tight circles on her clit. Vi’s thighs threatened to close around your hand but you immediately pushed her legs back open, your fingers digging into the firm muscles in her thighs.
“Keep them open for me, you can behave can't you? You'll be a good girl for me?”
You kept rubbing her clit and holding eye contact with her, she was slowly becoming a desperate whiny mess right in front of your eyes and you were enjoying every second of it. Vi's head fell back as she moaned loudly when you started to pick up the pace. Not long after Vi's legs were shaking like a leaf.
Once she was right on the edge, you pulled your fingers away causing a surprisingly pathetic moan to escape her lips.
“No, please baby, please let me cum, need it s’ freaking bad.”
You shrugged as you lifted your fingers up to her lips.
“Suck. Come on, be good for me and suck.”
Vi carefully took your fingers into her mouth and began to gently suck on them, her eyes slowly closing as she got lost in the feeling. After a moment you pulled them out and ran your hand down to her needy pussy and began to press against her hole which kept clenching around nothing. Vi's face flushed in from how much she needed you. She felt a sudden wave of heat rushing straight down between her thighs, she kept groaning and whining like she just couldn't help herself. You slipped two fingers into her hole and immediately started curling them to hit that one spot that made her legs shake and her hips buck up into your hand. The second she got close to cumming again you'd pull your hand completely away causing her to get more and more oversensitive. By the end of the first hour of you constantly teasing her she was a whining blabbering mess begging for you to let her cum, her skin slightly shining with a thin layer of sweat as her hair stuck to her forehead.
“Please, need to cum so bad, please baby, I'm sorry for being a dick and avoiding you the last few days just please let me cum.”
You sat there to think about it , humming softly just to make a point of it. You knew you were being petty about this, she had apologised multiple times for being an ass to you, but at the same time you did get a weird sadistic enjoyment at watching her squirm and whine because she needed you so bad.
“Fine, I'll let you cum. hold your legs up for me. That's it, good girl.”
Vi held her very shaky legs up against her chest as you leaned down and began to lick long strokes from her needy hole, to her clit before sucking on the little bundle of nerves between your lips. Vi was gasping, her short nails digging into the flesh of her thighs as you ate her out like there was no tomorrow. You moved your fingers to run up against her hole and immediately pushed in your ring and middle finger, giving her little time to adjust to the penetration.
“Oh fuck! Baby ‘m close, so close. Please dont stop please, need to cum so fucking bad.
You hummed against her clit as you moved your fingers faster which soon pushed her over the edge, she came hard, her legs tensing as her back arched off the bed.
she eventually came down but almost immediately flipped you over and started to kiss down your chest and groped your ass before forcing your legs open for her to slot between them.
“You were so mean, teasing me like that.”
Vi spent a good hour and a half teasing you just as bad as you teased her, not letting you cum once until she finally, after what felt like an eternity let you cum against her mouth.
most of the night was spent with you two taking terns on fucking each other completely sensless until the pair of you were curled up against each other, completely sex drunk as the pair of you came down from your high.
“I definitely need to piss you off more often, that was so good.”
You hummed against her chest as you snuggled up against her chest, slowly running your nails along her abs, mapping out the muscles and scars that littered her skin, smirking when you felt her muscles tense under your hands before relaxing once again. In the end you both ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, which was actually the first time that you two had slept together, usually either you or Vi would leave the apartment before even falling asleep. Neither of you wanted to admit it but there were definitely feelings there, feelings that you both tried to ignore.
By the next morning Vi woke up and went to reach for you only to feel the cold pillows next to her, she looked around the room before groaning and laying back in bed, knowing you had left without a word. For a while she just laid there, staring at the wall, thinking about the night before, she eventually got up and went on with her day.
a/n- just something that was in my mind and i thought id write a little Drabble :) this is in modern time as well.
please feel free to reblog!!!!
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“I look like a fucking fairy.” Those were the first words to come out of Sam Monroe’s mouth. You had begged for weeks to do sam’s makeup. he had one condition,
“Just don’t make me look gay.” So what would any girlfriend do? The opposite.
You used pinks and powder blues and all the pastels and glitters you could. “I think you look cute”. You said in a small giggle. “Cute?! I look like im about to get fucked in the ass!”
“So you don’t like it..?” You asked in a fake pout. you always did this. and he always fell for it. “N-No babe, I like-… i-it’s, its, something… uh, yeah..”. he groaned.
“Can i take a picture?” You asked with puppy dog eyes. “Fuck no.” He crossed his arms. “How about a kiss?” You ask with a smile.
“Fine i guess..” He said in a bored tone but he was dying to get his lips on you. You went in and kissed him, his lips soft but sticky with your lip gloss on them.
As you pulled away and his eyes were still closed.. you took the picture. “Y/N!! what the hell!?” He groaned. “Sorry not sorry Sammy.” you giggled.
“I swear to god, if that picture ends up online somewhere…” Sam ran his hands through his black hair.
“Stop being such a big baby. It’s for my eyes only.” You reassured him. Then you got and idea.
“Ooh!! What if I put you in a dress?!” You beamed.
“No fucking way. Nope. Not gonna happen.” He insisted. It happened anyway.
“Say cheese Sammy!” You cooed as Sam stood in the middle of your room with one of your pink sundresses on.
“No.” He stood there with a scowl as you took his picture.
“Thank you for letting me give you a makeover. you’re the best boyfriend ever.” You smiled as you kissed his cheek.
“yeah yeah.. but, please don’t put that picture anywhere. I’ll be called a fag for the rest of my life.” He whined.
“i won’t post it anywhere.” You said with a small smile.
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dropping all my fanfics here in case anyone is interested in reading! (will be tagged accordingly for nsfw or sensitive topics)
vanish into you (UNFINISHED!)
— 16.2k* words, 4/11 chapters released
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: graphic depiction of violence, major character death, heavy suicide references
(i do tend to describe gore pretty detailed, and since this is canon-compliant, there is a bit of that.)
vanish into you is a chapterfic following sangwoo's death and revival as a ghost. he's stuck in the place he died, psychologically tortured by other ghosts around him. he uses repression and denial to cope with this. but (among many other contributing forces), gihun returns to the games, and sangwoo is forced to handle his feelings and past actions—all while trying to keep gihun safe.
[or—the s1 characters watch gihun as he plays in the s2 games.]
from your dear hyung
— 13.2k words
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: heavy suicide references, major character death
from your dear hyung is a 5+1 fic—5 times gihun wrote letters to sangwoo, and the 1 time sangwoo wrote back. each snippet goes through a period in their lives, how they loved and lost one another, despite never communicating properly.
viole(n)t dreams
— 2.5k words
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: n/a
after the rebellion, gihun suffers a head injury, gets knocked out, and hallucinates sangwoo. hes hopeless, so he begs sangwoo to kill him and end his pain.
this fic actually goes hand in hand with vanish into you, and serves as an epilogue (for later, since i havent gotten to writing that part). it's also pre-s3, directly before gihun is put into the coffin!
la vitrine
— 4.2k words
— rating: e [explicit]
— WARNINGS: NSFW (smutfic)
this fic is. pretty much just fluff and pwp. domestic au where sangwoo owns a penthouse and after a date they go to his penthouse for dinner, dessert, and sex! very wholesome <3
the nails in my coffin remind me of you
— 3.2k words
— rating: t [teen]
— WARNINGS: underage smoking
gihun convinces sangwoo to skip school with him. the two go to an alley, and gihun teaches sangwoo how to smoke. LITTLE DOES HE KNOW that this will lead to a looming cigarette addiction....
if the stars align...
— 7.3k words
— rating: g [general]
— WARNINGS: n/a
this fic is from an oc's pov! she's sangwoo's 'girlfriend' thanks to a shit ton of good old '90s peer pressure. she tries very hard to get him to like her, but she can tell he's just not into her!
eventually, she realizes where sangwoo's priorities really lie—his best friend—and she makes a plan to set them up.
eden's bleeding
— 6.0k words
— rating: m [mature]
— WARNINGS: major character death
an au where sangwoo pairs up for gihun in marbles. this fic is written in the second person!
humans are not angels (but we are)
— 2.5k words
— rating: t [teen]
— WARNINGS: major character death
SQUID GAME SEASON 3 SPOILERS! gihun dies, and gets reunited with sangwoo in the afterlife. there, they embrace and gihun cries on sangwoo's shoulders, heaving out the bearings of no tomorrow.
make love to me (and make it burn)
— 3.8k words
— rating: e [explicit]
— WARNINGS: NSFW (smutfic)
sangwoo is kept awake by his own twisted desires and decides to take matters into his own hands. he masturbates to the thought of gihun fucking him—and then feels extremely guilty afterwards.
a bottom sangwoo pwp with lots and lots of angst and introspection.
AND MANY MORE TO COME!
consider checking these out! i've received positive feedback on my fics and writing styles so perhaps you'll enjoy too! <3
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth & Pess
Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Pess (Gyakuten Saiban)
Additional Tags: Knitting, Autistic Miles Edgeworth, Service Dog Pess (Gyakuten Saiban), The goodest girl, Miles Edgeworth Gets Therapy, Post-Gyakuten Saiban 3 | Trials & Tribulations, Tags will be added as we go, Established Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright, Trans Miles Edgeworth
Summary:
What started as a suggestion from Miles's therapist to pick up a hobby slowly turns into something greater. He gains friends, strengthens bonds, and learns about the joys of creating something yourself.
This is a story about Miles Edgeworth learning how to knit.
