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🌷 bad decisions (jungkook x reader) (ongoing series) by @alphabetboyluvr

🌷 seven days a week (jungkook x reader) by @jjkeverlast

🌷 kinktober day 21 (yoongi x reader) by @dreamescapeswriting

🌷 looser (jungkook x reader) by @eternalguk

🌷 home (jungkook x reader) by @angellcherry

🌷 in my head (taehyung x reader) by @sketchguk

🌷 arrogant (seokjin x reader) by @dreamyjoons

🌷 sweeterner (yoongi x reader) by @taegularities

🌷 tainted love (jungkook x reader) by @taintedjeon

🌷 is you is or is you ain't (my baby) (jungkook x reader) by @ki-yomii

🌷 idealizations concerning real life relations (jungkook x reader) by @venusiangguk

🌷 wine (jungkook x reader) by @hoseoksluna

🌷 a little while (taehyung x reader) by @noteguk

🌷 pieces (taehyung x reader) by @yoonia

🌷 in motion (jungkook x reader) by @back2bluesidex

🌷 love to hate (jungkook x reader) by @kpopfanfictrash

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THEO NOTT BLURBS

nsfw = *

theo giving you a punishment*

theo being mean after a quidditch game

theo just wanting to stay in bed all day

a little enemies to lovers w theo

theo getting jealous

poly!enzo and theo; enzo getting called out*

gryffindor reader x theo

mean to everyone but you trope

draco walking in on you and theo*

one bed trope

theo eating fem!reader out*

theo proposing

getting theo a puppy

taking care of sick theo

rough sex with theo*

poly!dragonott*

theo comforting you after getting the dark mark

having to sneak around with theo

theo and you after the battle of hogwarts

always going back to theo*

theo smelling you in his amortentia

poly!enzonott

boobjob with theo*

ravenclaw!reader x theo

late night sex with theo*

high sex with theo*

theo worshiping you

brothers best friend!theo teasing you at dinner* 1.1k celebration

brothers best friend!theo fucking you in the library* 1.1k celebration

fwb!theo getting caught by draco & pansy* 1.1k celebration

sub!theo* 1.1k celebration

best friends brother!theo 1.1k celebration

theo with a corruption kink* 1.1k celebration

mafia!theo*

theo seeing your nipple piercings*ish

more mafia!theo*

sub!theo*

sub!theo with a mommy kink*

Beekeeping age [Dilf!Konig x fem!Reader]

You're ex-boyfriend is an asshole, so you decided to fuck his hot military dad instead. You're going to find out why his first wife ran as fast as she did, very soon - but Konig is still the best dick that ever happened to you.

CW: Daddy kink(obvi), power imbalance, possessive Konig, perverted Konig, age gap(Reader in her early twenties, Konig in his early forties), mentions of cheating(your ex is a douchebag anyway), slightly obsessive Konig, size kink, unprotected sex.

FIRST PART (can be read separately) AO3

— Why your wife left you, again? 

You stuff your face full of…something. He cooked it – gods did he cook it well. It’s meat and vegetables and spices, and it feels like your dad cooking but twice as good. It feels like pure sin because he says you shouldn’t worry about calorie counts or how fat the meat is, or how good everything tastes fried because he needs his special girl to feel good and healthy and fatten up a little bit, and you…gods, you’re down. Bad. 

You wonder if König’s wife left because she couldn’t compete with his cooking. You wonder if his wife left because he was feeding her too good. 

— Why don’t we leave uneasy questions for later, Schatzi? 

He brushes his hand over your hair, taking in the way you look – dressed up in his shirt, skin covered in bites and bruises from his hold. He can’t see it right now but can almost testify to the way your lipstick was all over his collar – good thing he wasn't wearing his uniform shirt, wouldn’t want to make dorks from Kobra jealous. 

He brings you another plate, he fills your glass – you never knew beer could taste this good, but he whispered something about having his own little homemade brewery for wine and beer somewhere in the mountains, in his Summer house. This man has a hug apartment in Vienna and a Summer house – you think you heard him having enough land to go hunting and to keep bees, and you might have cum a little bit just here and there. 

— I would like to know the story, actually. To not repeat her mistakes, you know. 

— You won’t, Liebling. I can already picture you with a ring on your pretty finger. 

— Not so fast. Maybe I don’t believe in marriage. 

— You’re too young to stop believing in it. 

— Way to talk when you’re the divorced one, sir. 

— Shut it, Schatzen. I can still take care of a good girl like you, ja? König leans in to kiss you, his lips brushing over your mouth – it’s wet and swollen, he bite you quite a few times already, and you feel dizzy just from the way his tongue lingers just a second before going in, taking your arousal even more. His hand gently brushes some hair from your face and you giggle from the sensation of his rough fingers on the softness of your skin. It never failed to mesmerize you, just how seasoned and old the colonel might be – and his hands would still tremble as if he is handling the finest porcelain doll in his hands. He has the expression of an anxious, devoted follower – you are not sure how his wife could left him. If he was looking at you like this every day, even as you go through with pregnancy and a piece of shit kid like Paul, you would die before leaving him. 

— Could you two please stop fucking each other? 

— I thought you wanted to move to dorms.

— This is my house too!

— Not on the documents, it’s not. — You can’t just throw me away, dad! — Your new stepmom needs her space. 

König grasps your shoulder as you try to stop them from arguing again – it’s embarrassing enough that you’re fucking your ex’s dad. Colonel makes it a whole fucking show, parading you around as his controversially young girlfriend, making sure that his son will hear your moans and whimpers as you get fucked at every surface of this apartment. You were wondering if you could ask him to move to the Summer house – even with your college and all. You can take a gap year and write a journalist investigation about lonely veterans and their mastery at brewing alcohol. You can take a gap year and try your best in the new trophy wife gig. König’s hand is firm on your shoulder – you know better than to try and argue with him, the silent recognition of authority loud in your head. You sigh, trying your best to just stop yourself from acting too damn weird. It’s their male thing, and you’re just an intruder in a big T-shirt and old leggings. König said it wasn’t his wifey’s – that he burned all of her stuff when she left. Somehow, you find peace in that statement. 

— How could you even…Jesus fucking Christ, this is disgusting. She is my age! — And the most beautiful girl in the world. I can see why you liked her. — She is my girlfriend! — Schatzi came to me in distress and begged me to take her. I think we both knew you weren’t…the best option. You feel more embarrassed with each second of their conversation. You don’t want to listen, you don’t want to take in their words, you feel like a trophy being discarded between two different winners. You feel like a prized mare on a farm – and they won’t even look at you. Too distracted by the sound of their voices, you eat your dinner in somewhat somber peace because you need to eat, after all, and you really like what König cooks. You like what König does most of the time. All of the time. 

Paul storms off the room after a few minutes of bickering. You feel guilty for not stopping him because he was still kinda your boyfriend. You ex-boyfriend. Your asshole incel-ish ex-boyfriend whose assholless literally made you go and sleep with his dilfy dad, and…god, you feel like a whore. Good. Paul was calling you a whore a lot of the time, you may as well take the new name and plaster it in your new badge. 

König’s hand lingers on your back, caressing it gently. You whimper because you feel bad and you’re still in college, and Paul’s disgusted reaction reminds you that fucking a guy in his forties isn’t the best business decision. Even if the said guy is a retired colonel with shitload of money, even if he still goes to work sometimes, just because he wants to feel cool and shoot guns at bad guys, even if this guy buys you cool gifts and he promised to renovate your car or buy you a new one, and he makes plans and takes you to places that don’t make you feel like begging for attention. 

If anything, you feel like he is drowning you with attention. 

His hand lets go of your shoulder – he was holding you so tight the whole conversation, you can sense the bruises forming on your skin. You lick your lips, and he moves to kiss you again. You feel like drowning, you feel like this is all just a dream – and you’re also drunk because gods, König knows how to make a good glass of…something. 

— You shouldn’t act like this. He is your son. 

He laughs dismissingly. He dismisses a lot of things you said – you think it’s the age difference. You think he is just being traditional, and you don’t want to be too nagging. You don’t want to end up like his wife and wake up from the dear you’ve been seeing. 

König’s lips are soft, and you can look past his hands, taking you too possessively – you can close your eyes, and you can just listen to his accent, smiling as his tongue worms its way into your mouth. He is good, you think – at this whole kissing thing. At this whole “Hi there, I’m a retired old dog and I am fucking the girlfriend of my only son. I’m divorced btw” .

He has experience – you know it when he tucks your lip between his teeth, when he massages your shoulders as you spread your legs already, so wet for him, it’s almost embarrassing. You never slept much with Paul – his poor excuse of a son – it was always never enough lube, it was always never enough attention, he always needed you to shave or to leave your hair to grow a little bit, it was either your perfume being too sweet or you no wearing anything at all. You thought he would have much more fun masturbating to his anime chicks and poor gaming sessions with his friends. 

But König isn’t like this – every time he drops on his knees to eat you out like a man starving, you feel utter and complete devotion. In his tongue, in his mouth, in his teeth as he sucks little marks into your thighs, making sure you will remember it tomorrow when he will ask you to stay for breakfast and then ride you to whatever you need to come next. Last time he promised to drive you to the library, he took a few turns and took you to some restaurant instead. You gushed about not having proper attire, he was still in his half-uniform and rocking dark cargo pants, and he was apologizing every time his fingers hit that special spot in your cunt as he fingered you during the second course of meals. He said that he was so, sorry about not fucking you properly, about having to resort to public displays like this – and you were too high on loving him to care. You still are. — I don’t think we should be…

— He left. Won’t bother us anymore. 

— I’m not in the mood right now. 

— You’re always in the mood, Schatzen. Enough to drive me crazy. — You’re a pervert. Like Paul. 

— He takes on after his father, ja?

It would alarm you how much contempt he had for his own child right now. Then, again, you were the one who dumped his son for the powerhouse of a dad. Maybe it was your daddy issues, maybe it was your dumb reasoning and the summer break that you didn’t want to spend with your family. Good thing you’re spending it with the other. 

König’s face is buried between your legs, his teeth tugging on the soft fabric, forcing your leggings down. God, it feels good – he is so high on wanting you, can’t even wait to take off your clothes properly. You never had a man wanting you so badly before – it’s addicting, it’s crushing, it makes you feel like a goddess among men. Makes you feel wanted, a thing that your ex never did. 

You forget about guilt when he kisses your lower tummy, when his lips trace down to your cunt, taking sharp licks through your panties. You wore them this morning, something from a new lacy set he bought – one of the only ones that weren’t torn off from your body the moment you took them on. He always wanted you to make these little fashion shows for him, making good use of his money – you weren’t a sugar baby, not on paper, you still clutched to the last traces of your dignity, but he did buy you a lot of gifts. 

— S’ pretty for me, Liebling. The prettiest girl in the world.

— I assume after…af..ter your wife. 

You giggle when he frowns, his rugged face filled with concern. He doesn’t like jokes about his marriage – you don’t want to ask him about it because it would mean waking up from a dream you want to experience over and over again, but you heard what Paul was talking about. What his mom told him about. you heard enough to know that kissing a man like König is a safety hazard and a liability that you can’t afford, but it’s warm, and he is rich, and you don’t want to go back to your part-time job this season. You want to be dumb and you want to be young – right now, you’re doing both. — Don’t be so dumb, Schatzi. Although it suits you. 

— I’m not dumb! 

— Nein, you’re not. Just silly. 

— You just call me a different type of dumb. 

— I like it when you’re dumb. Makes you cuter. 

König is awkward and funny, and he buys you things that you could never afford. He is mysterious and kind – to you, not his enemies – and he uses German words randomly in his phrases because he knows the accent, and the pronunciation drives you crazy. You never thought of thinking of yourself as a dilf hunter but, hell, here you are. With his dark ginger stubble – and grey streaks that make you go wild every time you look at him – between your thighs. It’s tickling, and it’s a bit irritating, and he will rub some calming lotion in your skin after this, making sure to cover every inch of your skin with some expensive cream that he knows jackshit about, but you wanted it, and so he went out and bought it. Gosh, you felt dumb even asking him for this. 

He traces his kisses along your thighs, tongue lingers to press against your wet, swollen folds. Flirting in front of Paul made you embarrassingly hot, solidifying you as a shitty, bad, horny person who needs fat cock stuffed in your leaking pussy. You lick your lips, and you tremble when he pushes his tongue inside. He is starving, pushy with all of his needs – makes you almost beg for it, like a pet he took from the street. 

— I want to take you to the Summer house next week. 

You open your eyes, shocked. It’s nothing, really, you shouldn’t be this surprised about him wanting to show off his other properties. You want to check out his wine cellar and how sturdy the furniture is. You want to see if he had deers running around the house. If he had any pictures of his family – and if you could ever hope to compete with his ex-wife. It’s a petty competition, but you don’t have much to do and to think about. It’s obvious the love here won’t last until the end of the break, and you want to get as much from it as possible. Maybe even some hot bikini picks at his pool. He has to have one. — What if I have plans, sir? 

It’s innocent and you play the role well. You think some of your friends wanted to hang out or make a study group for the upcoming semester. You are a good girl at heart, with nice grades and a perfectly played-out future, and not as many working opportunities as you may like, but you could manage with something. Writing a killer essay about your life with a smoke show during Summer would be easy with someone like him. 

He laughs, his hand lightly smacks your butt. You bite your lip and whimper, not accustomed to pain feeling this good. 

— You will change them, little one. For the whole Summer. 

— I wanted to study. 

You moan when he lightly presses his tongue on your swollen clit, kissing and licking it. Slick runs down your legs, and he collects it with his mouth. You whimper again, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes – the sensation is sudden and overwhelming, makes you get your hands in his hair and slightly tug. He groans, pleasure from having you so active, so participating is overwhelming. He loves you, loves you, loves you, adores you. God, you’re beautiful. And so, so restrained – just his special good girl. Only for him. — You can study at our house. 

— You mean you and your ex’s house. 

He smacks you again for the foul language – although you know you didn’t even curse, he is still punishing you. In the lightest way possible, of course, you know you won’t handle anything too harsh – still, you feel nice and warm when he isn’t just eating you out, but also smacks you for speaking in such unpretty words again. 

You don’t even register the way he called the house yours too. All too dumb for this, again. 

— I mean our house, Schatzen. Just you and your daddy, ja? You worry too much about studying. 

— I want a nice job. Without…distractions. 

He slips one finger in your warm, tight hole – even just one digit is enough to make you shiver, clenching it like a sloppy whore. He is big in every way – just two of his fingers are bigger than a normal cock, and no, you didn’t want to compare a son with his father, but even Paul’s cock, as big as it was, was still way thinner than his father’s. 

— Why you need a job? 

— Not everyone are retired military. I need money. 

— You have me. 

— I d…don’t want to be a sugar baby. Sir. 

— I have no problems with being your daddy, Schatzen.

König is build like a powerhouse – when he slips just the tip into you, ignoring all previous preparation because, by god, you both need to feel connected, he is dragging you on top of the table, tossing aside the dirty dishes with remains of his perfectly cooked dinner…and you feel like home. Almost. 

You imagine waking up with his cock every morning, and with the nice cup of coffee only he can make. You imagine him gushing about rebuilding the house and working on his tight and neat desk job at the mercenary company – something about instructing, dumb recruits, only the most elite missions as an operator in retirement, creating strategies and tactics for the warfare – and thinking that, wow, your husband is really cool. You shouldn’t be thinking this because this is just a summer fling. Your relationships with Paul weren’t too serious either, you just didn’t want to be alone. 

König gently caresses your fingers, whispering something about numbers – you think you could recognize the word for a ring a bit later when he was making a call to some friend. In German, of course, you don’t quite understand it, but you worm your warm on his lap like a spoiled cat, purring on his crotch like a good fucking girl. But it was a while later. 

Now, you’re gasping and panting, his cock spreading you open and stuffing you like the poor bird he was cooking for dinner. You know you won’t be able to walk after a short while – would probably have to spend the day at his house, with him cooing and gushing about your sore body while he is quietly proud of himself. If you’re lucky, you could convince him to let you go in the evening. If you’re not, he will ask you to stay the night, and maybe even a bit more, and then he will just get the bag with your stuff from your room in the dorm by himself, and then… — What do you think about getting married in August?

Maybe, you do know why his wife left him. 

This is so cute

smitten // lip gallagher

request(s): A lip Gallagher x reader. Lip and the reader are dating and Carl has a puppy love on the reader. He gets nervous around her and lip just makes fun of him. ( can it be around season 1 , so Carl is the small smol bean) .

Could I request a Lip x Reader where they’re walking and she gets really cold and he tries to warm her up somehow 

Lip and the reader having been in love since they first met as kids. Reader helping him with everything going on at home

requested by: @bobo-bush

please dont plagiarize my work!

word count: 1,057

Stuffing your hands into the pocket of your hoodie, you tuck your chin into your neck, bracing yourself for the cold winter air. You’re careful not to slip on the ice outside, making your way outside of the school doors, your eyes in search of Lip through the crowd of students hurrying to get home. 

You spot him easily enough, a smile instantly falling on your lips as all care goes right out of your head and you rush over to him, nearly slipping along the way. Even though you’d seen him that morning, and during lunch, you wrap your arms tightly around Lip’s waist, pulling close for a hug, one that he easily returns. And when you lean back, meeting his eyes, while the two of you wear a bright grin, you let out a soft giggle.

Leaning up onto the tips of your toes, you press a kiss against Lip’s lips. It’s short and sweet, one that he immediately returns. And when you pull back, lowering yourself back onto the sole’s of your feet, Lip raises his hand, gently brushing back the strand of hair that had fallen into your eyes.

And then, for a moment, you just gaze at him, smiling softly.

“What?” He questions, raising a brow as the two of you fall in step with one another.

“Nothing,” you shrug, your laughter dying. “You’re just cute is all.”

Bumping into you lightly, Lip snorts; “I should be the one saying that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Am I walking you home, or are you coming with me?”

Turning your head slightly, you glance at Lip through the corner of your eye. “Coming with you,” you answer eventually, voice gone quiet. “There ain’t anyone home for me anyway.”

Lip shuffles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “You got me,” he reassures, “all of us. Besides Carl’s been asking for you, he won’t shut up about you.”

Shaking your head, you laugh; “been melting any dolls lately?”

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Lip turns his head, eyes falling on the street next to him. “You know him,” he answers, smirking and giving you your answer. “Anyways, you know that, right?” At the look you send him, he elaborates. “That my home is always open to you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head. “I just feel guilty is all. Fiona has enough to stress about, I don’t want her worrying after me.”

“There’s nothing you’ve got to feel guilty about,” Lip comments, briefly glancing at you. “You do enough to help us. Always taking care of Liam, helping us with money, and more. You’ve earned a spot. And it’ll always be there.”

You don’t respond. Lip knows you’re grateful. So, instead, you smile softly to yourself, glancing down at your feet as you and Lip continue to make your way to the Gallagher’s house. It’s not that much longer of a walk, but you can’t help but wish you’d dressed a little more appropriately for the weather. You hug yourself, trying to brace yourself through the cold as you feel your body shiver in response.

Then, before you know, a jacket falls over your shoulders.

Lips parting, you raise your head, meeting Lip’s eyes. “Lip?”

“You’re practically shaking to death,” he says, turning his head away, and you swear you see his cheeks warm, and you know it’s not because of the cold. “You need it a lot more than I do.”

Smiling to yourself, once again, you pull the jacket tighter around yourself, pulling your arms through the sleeves. It hangs a little loosely on you, but it keeps you warm, and you love the familiar scent of Lip that envelops you. After all your years of knowing him, even since you were practically babies, his familiar scent has never changed.

It makes you feel safe. Warmed. Loved.

Soon enough, the two of you arrive at the Gallagher house. Everyone else is already home given that you’d had to stay a little late for a chem test, so, when you walk through the front doors, the house is busy with chaos and chatter. You’re greeted by Fiona who gives you a small hug and a smile Lip’s way, Lip helping you pull of his jacket all the while.

But, before you can even take one more step into the house, the sound of your name being screamed halts you and then there are small arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You stumble back in response, gaze lowering, laughing softly to yourself when you see, of course, Carl, clutching onto you tightly. He pulls back a moment later, smiling brightly up at you.

“Hey buddy,” you greet, grinning down at him as you pat the top of his head. “How have you been?”

“Great!” He exclaims, missing teeth showing as his lips curve into a wide smile. “Even better now that you’re here.”

“Okay, okay,” Lip chuckles, pulling Carl away from you by the shoulders. “Keep your little paws off of her, Carl.”

“Someone jealous?” You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Of this little shit?” Lip teases, pointing down at Carl who glares up at him. “Oh, a hundred percent. You’re practically smitten with him.” He exaggerates, the teasing nature of his words obvious by the look in his eyes.

Shaking your head, you crouch to Carl’s level, opening up your arms. Lip let’s Carl go, the boy immediately running into your arms once more, and steadying yourself, you pick him up, hugging him tightly. And, as you begin making your way inside, Carl talking your ear off about all the exciting things he’s done since he’s last seen you, your eyes meet Lip who smiling softly over at you.

“I love you,” he mouths, winking.

“I love you too,” you respond, though aloud. “But, not as much as I love Carl.” You poke Carl’s cheek at your words, the usually hardened kid giggling in response, cheeks warming.

“Hah!” Carl exclaims, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“My heart,” Lip laughs, holding a hand against his chest.

“Be careful, Lip,” you warn teasingly, “little Carl hear may have stolen my heart.”

Winking at you, Lip shrugs. “I’ll just have to take it back later.”

-

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requests are open for lip gallagher!

i know i usually dont upload on days that i post nrt, but i’m just really obsessed with lip lol. and i wanted to write for him real bad.

poison me

xavier x fem

not proofread

summary; you -- a vampire -- are shocked to hear the favour that your boyfriend is desperate for, but what he didn't know is that you were just as desperate as him...

word count; 1,416

You and Xavier had just finished up with your homework (in which he did half) and we’re now getting settled in his bed, currently wearing a singlet and a pair of sweatpants you stole from him.

“Well now that we have that done, i guess i owe you a favour now. Anything you want, its yours” you said, crawling in between his legs, your chin on your hands and looking up at him with a cheeky plum-lipped smile.

“Yeah, you do. You know, if you got more sleep, then you would remember more things from class” He teased.

“You know it’s vampire instinct to go out at night! God, i don’t know how the other vamps manage to stay asleep” You pondered. You broke eye contact, circling your tongue around your left fang -- a habit you had when you were thinking. You felt Xavier’s body stiffen, then say your name.

“i know what i want for my favour” He spoke, breathing out of his mouth now. You propped yourself up so you were now kneeling in between his legs rather than laying down.

“Already? I would have thought you were gonna save it for something like art tips, or dinner, or--”

“I want you to bite me”

The answer took you by surprise, so much so you paused your talking to just look at him in slight shock.

"I- What?" You chuckled slightly, not knowing if you had heard the correct thing. He took a heavy breath before replying.

"I want you to bite me" He answered more clearly this time. Yep, you heard the right thing. You weren't sure what to say for a moment. Vampires biting other non-vampires was strictly against Nevermore rules.

"Xavier are you- Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble I could get into if someone saw the mark it would leave?" You asked in shock, this was something you had never expected him to ask for.

"So then ill wear my hair down" He answered quickly and plainly.

"You don't know the side effects, Xavier" You shook your head.

"So educate me, then" He answered plainly again. This was so unlike him?

"A non-vampire getting bit and infected with vampire venom is more serious than you think. Too much poison, then they die. Not enough. poison, it'll hurt like hell and won't be pleasant" You paused, seeing that his facial expression had not changed yet.

"When tasting pure blood -- that's what we call non-vampire blood -- it can be incredibly hard to stop. Some vampires don't even realise they're releasing venom into the victims bloodstream until they stop feeling a pulse. Its like a drug to us, and I'm not putting you in that short of danger" You continued, remaining a stern look on your face.

"I trust you" He replied. He leaned forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you so you weren't straddling him and he was against the headboard.

"You shouldn't. Ive never tasted pure-blood before. Im not sure if ill have the strength to stop"

"Then ill let you know when it becomes too much" He pleaded, his eyes practically drilling into yours.

"You won't be able to. It works both ways. We would both be too busy feeling euphoric. The blood filling the gaping hole in my stomach that no animals blood could ever give, and the venom going straight to your heart and brain, giving us both a feeling that we've never felt before" You finished, trying your very best to talk him out of it. If you were honest, you've always wanted to taste pure-blood, but lots vampires who have don't end up keeping the victim alive.

"I'll still trust you. C'mon, Y/n, you said anything" He pleaded, his hands making soft swirls on your sides.

"Not when your life is on the line!" You urged. You sighed and put your head down. "I could kill you, Xavier. I'd be chased, hunted, and eventually burned at the stake. If this goes sideways, it's game over" You spoke quietly. He lifted your chin to look at you again.

"I trust you. If that means putting my life on the line, then so be it" He replied. "Don't lie to yourself, i know its something that we both have been wanting to try for a while now"

He was right. There was no point lying and saying you haven't, because he would be able to see right through you. You put your index and middle finger to his jugular on his right. The pulse quickened, and it made you thirsty at the thought of it.

"Mm, don't tempt me"

"Please" He begged in a low voice, flickering his eyelids. He knew that whenever he did that, you would give him anything he wants. You shuffled your hips forward a bit more to get more comfortable, and that was when he knew it was about to happen.

You bent forward and came nose to nose with his jugular. You couldn't hear his heart beat and could practically see the vein pumping. Your mouth watered with poison, and you swallowed in slight fear.

"Are you ready?" You whispered. He nodded and angled his neck away from you to give you easier access.

"This might hurt a bit" Was the last thing you said before losing all patience. You pierced your needle-sharp teeth into the centre of the vein, hearing a sharp gasp from Xavier.

His blood pooled in your mouth and spilled out from the sides of your lips. Your pupils dilated as you were overtaken by a sudden wave of overbearing pleasure. It was like drinking liquid gold, or if heaven was converted into a liquid. You groaned as you sucked harshly, grabbing the other side of his neck to push him closer to you.

For Xavier, it hurt at first. It felt like two sharp pencils being stabbed right in the vein, but it only took a few seconds until the venom had already started taking effect.

Getting high with Ajax was less than nothing compared to this. He felt like he was floating, so much so he didn't even notice your hand hastily grabbing the other side of his neck. He was swimming in pure bliss, the venom quickly making its way through his bloodstream.

You continued savagely drinking like a lion who hasn't had anything to eat in the last month. You were aware that everyones blood tastes different, but you only wanted Xavier's. You didn't have anything else on your mind. Just blood.

Thirsty, blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier's blood, Xavier, Xavier, Xavier-

You were knocked out of your frenzy when the thought of Xavier caught your mind. Not blood, not Xavier's blood, but just Xavier. You pulled away, making eye contact with the pools of scarlet blood on his bed sheets, the dripping bite wound, and the wine-coloured lip mark surrounding it.

"Xavier? Xavier!" You called while cupping his face in both your hands and turning him to face you. "Xavier, are you alright?"

He looked at you with a half-lidded dazed expression. "told you so" He managed to say with a smile. It concerned you how out-of-it he seemed, so you checked his pulse on the other side of his neck, a purple bruise already forming from how viciously you had previously grabbed him.

His pulse was shallow. Shallow, perhaps, but it was there.

"Are you feeling okay?" You asked, grabbing several tissues from the box on his nightstand and dabbing at the wound. He winced at the feeling. "Mhm. Just tired" He yawned.

"That's the lack of blood, but your heart is pumping more as we speak. You can go to sleep if you like" You reassured, still dabbing at the puncture wounds.

"And the venom?" He asked quietly. You gave a small smile before replying.

"Well since you're alive right now, im guessing less than 50 millilitres of venom entered your bloodstream, meaning it'll take a few days to a week for your heart to work it out. During the next week you might experience withdrawals as if you were a crack addict. Its going to be hard, bu-"

You stopped when you realised he was already asleep. You smiled and went tot he bathroom to get a towel to wipe your mouth and neck with. You brought the same towel back to the bed to place over the blood on the bed that was still wet, and placed a bandaid on the wound.

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