#Something something ripping each others hearts out 🩵

[cardinal-hexation]

Stealing hearts 💔

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Crimson Ties✨

Vampire! Joel Miller x fem! reader

Masterlist Part 2

A/N: I was listening to “I’m Not A Vampire (Revamped)” by Falling In Reverse, and this angsty one shot just slipped inside the keyboard. I love love love writing in Joel’s POV, especially when it is filled with angst 🩵

Summary: Joel was a creature of the night, a monster who begged to be released from his curse. He wasn’t a good man, didn’t think he deserved anything that shined light on his dark soul. But there was you, the girl he so desperately wanted to stick around, if only for one more night.

“And whiskey seems to be my holy water. And mothers better lock your doors, and hide your daughters. ‘Cause I'm insane, I can feel it in my bones.Coursing through my veins. When did I become so cold? For goodness sakes, where is my self control?If home is where my heart is then my heart has lost all hope.”

-“I’m Not a Vampire” by Falling In Reverse

Word Count: 3.6k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only MDNI)

Tags: Angst, fic in Joel’s POV, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, feelings, pining, smut, oral receiving (female), unprotected p in v, creampie, vampire! Joel, outbreak AU

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

  Another night of lying on the cold floor, another full bottle of amber whiskey chugged and thrown to the ground, glass littering the dirt covered wood, blood staining the blue flannel that’s wrapped around his tired body. He’s worn out, exhausted from the endless feedings, the mind numbing displeasure of having to drink the blood of the living again and again and again. 

   Wild animals could only tie him over for so long, humans were the only things that remotely silenced his cravings. But you. Well, you’d be the only thing that kept the unrelenting hunger from ever dissolving from his dead body. 

   You. The woman he could never truly have. You were a fragile particle of sunlight in his midnight clouded black nights. You were… exquisite, something he never should’ve lured into his lonely, monstrous life. 

   How many times has he had you? Over a dozen, each time risking your life with how dangerously delicious your blood smelled to him when you writhed beneath his naked body, the silhouette of your sensuous curves and delicate skin glowing under the moonlit skies. 

   He always came so close to nipping at your neck, biting into your sweet flesh each time his fingers were curled up into the soft walls of your dripping core, your melodic moans filling the room with every stroke of his thick cock inside you, each quake you gave from him running the blood soaked lips down your soft skin, begging to be let in, to taste the perfect rush of blood that coursed through your supple breasts. 

   It’d take just one bite and he’d be gone, not able to detach himself from your glistening skin, getting blood drunk off your crimson red life beneath your muscles. He can see it now, ripping the flesh from your perfect neck, nails digging into the meat of your skin, so fucking gone that he’d turn into the blood thirsty monster that he was, that he is. 

   Maybe he should end it, drive a wooden stake through his own non-beating heart, stop the endless cycle of whatever the two of you keep doing with each other. 

   He wants to end it, needs to keep you away, but he can’t. He has no strength, no ounce of restraint from you. So he lures you back into his king sized bed that’s donned in crimson red velvet sheets, the one where he fucks you relentlessly until you have nothing left to give but your own shaking breath that blows down the dip of his neck night after night. 

   He holds you tight in his arms, watching you slip from his grasp while you fall asleep on his broad chest, soft breaths breathing in and out after he takes control of your whole body against the damp sheets that are filled with the smell of you. 

   He almost can’t stand it. The smell of your rose scented hair, the feel of your buttery soft skin against his jagged nails, the taste of your sweet, drenched pussy as his tongue parts your folds and laps up the sticky slick that he gets so drunk off. The taste burns against his tongue, even hours after he’s finished, making his cravings deepen with every flick and taste of you on his lips. 

   He fights the monster that begs to be released when he’s clawing at your back, his sharp fangs hidden from view when his lips glide down your neck, sucking the taste of your syrupy skin, drowning in the smell of your rosemary perfume, fighting himself to not sink his sharp incisors deep into your jugular veins. 

   He distracts himself when he’s slotting his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your pretty little moans that slip out of you each time he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper into your core, eliciting the most insatiable moans that he will never tire of hearing. He feeds into your desires, caging you against his broad chest, flexed arms hugging your body, making you cum time and time again until he’s right on the edge himself, throwing back his tousled curled head, extracting his fangs as the blood rushes through his cock, threading his eyebrows together in a tight line until he’s calling your name and spilling warm ropes of cum deep inside you, claiming you as his own.

   He always feels the guilt after watching you sleep in his arms night after bloody night, his eyes never leaving your pretty face, his hand stroking light circles into your delicate skin. He hates it, hates having to leave you before the sun rises. All so he can go hide in the dark shadows where the blazing sun won’t burn him alive.

   He fights himself day after day, tormenting his mind from holding back what he really wants to say to you. He wants to tell you. God, he wants to. The way he never stops thinking about you, the way your hand fits perfectly into his calloused palm, the way he can’t ever shake the way you feel beneath his skin, the way he loves the way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight as the white curtains blow against your flawless face. The way he…. loves you, even though he shouldn’t because he’s a monster. A fucking blood sucking demon that should be dragged to hell where he belongs. At least there you wouldn’t be able to reach him, even though it kills him to think about losing you.

   He sits in a heap on the cold floor, clawing at the fraying wallpaper, tears staining his eyes as the crimson blood soaks through his blue flannel. He couldn’t hold it any longer, his thirst for blood. He had to feed. Another deer wouldn’t do. He smelled the stench of fresh blood and pulsing veins in the forest, attacked with his sharp fangs before they even knew what hit them. He didn’t stop. Not when they screamed, not when they fought with white knuckles and strained cries that were silenced by the weight of his fangs that were sunk deep in the unknown stranger in the middle of the night. 

   He sucked them dry, hollowing out their bleeding body while he bathed in the delectable crimson that stained his clothes dark red. He didn’t care at the moment, was too drunk on the blood to even realize what he did, until it was too late. 

   When he was finished feasting he stumbled back, wiping his bloody mouth on the back of his hand, dark eyes growing wide with every step taken after breaking the spell of the hunger that drove him to this. He gasped at the sight, violent red staining the dirt crimson, mind twisting into sheer horror from what he did. This wasn’t the first time, wasn’t even the second time, but it never got easier to realize just how monstrous he had become over the years. 

   He ran all the way back to his empty home, tears spilling down his dark eyes, muffled cries for help fleeting from his lips, but who exactly was listening? He was alone, forgotten, a broken monster that sunk his sharp incisors into the world, spilling bloodshed all around whatever he touched. That’s why he was so afraid for you, his perfect girl, the one he could never truly make his. He was afraid, so scared of hurting you one of these nights. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean accidents couldn’t happen. He’d surely kill himself before he killed you, though. Not his precious rose, your soft petals cushioning the blow of his fucked up life. You were never supposed to enter into his life, but you did. And god, he loved you so fucking much that it hurt. 

   The smell of fresh blood is everywhere, covering his flannel, his hands, his chin, even the tips of his grey threaded dark locks. His body shakes beneath him, anger and turmoil crashing over his system until he buries his face into the corner of the wall and hides his hideous face from the world. He’s a monster, nothing more and nothing less, only a mere speck of dust in the corner of the room that begs to be taken away from the darkness that encapsulates him.

   His blood stained lips quiver, thinking that could’ve been you in the forest. He could’ve fucking ripped your throat apart until you were nothing but a ghost left in the dirt, fangs tearing you apart until your gorgeous eyes shined no more.

   He claws at the wall, warm tears pricking the backs of his eyes as he bares his teeth, body clinging against the wall until he feels like he could split it in two. His body is so cold, lifeless, haunted by the cries of fallen victims and innocent bloodshed spilled. He should get up, run far away, somewhere you’ll never find him again. But that might kill him more than anything, leaving you without one last goodbye. 

   He clenches his jaw and lets a fresh tear slide against the side of his dark beard, body barely holding on to life while he clings to the memory of your sunlit face, your pure essence, your soft, lilty voice that haunts his sleepless nights. He’s so in love with you that it physically hurts, but he could never tell you. Never bear to burden you with those words, those goddamned three words that haunt him day after day. 

   He’s just a worthless, blood shedding monster, but you’re the only one that knows how to tame the fangs. The only one that can remotely cure him of the sickness that invades his eternal body. You were pure sunlight, and he couldn’t even begin to describe how much you meant to him. His sunflower in the bed of nightshade that made up his body. You were eternal sunlight, so how could he turn away from that?

   He gets lost in his thoughts, doesn’t even notice the creaking footsteps against the hardwood floor until he hears the whisper of your shaking breath. 

   “Joel?” you call, voice quaking against the sight of the blood doused flannel. 

   He freezes, not daring to turn around when he’s a mess on the floor, eyes averted from your wandering gaze. “Go away,” he shivers, his voice rugged and broken, just like his tired body is from the loss of the life he stole.

   “Joel,” you try again, taking one timid step in his direction.

   He clenches his jaw, his fingers digging into the crimson stains in his dark jeans as he fights another sharp response. “I said go away.”

   He smells the fear on you when you see the dark red stains that coat the front of his flannel, cringes at the repulsing feelings that must be flying through your head right now. You’ve never seen him like this, right after a fresh attack, the blood clinging to ever fiber of his clothes. It kills him, it fucking kills him. 

   “No,” you whisper, taking another slow step in his direction, your breath faltering with every motion you take.

   He cringes with every step you take, having you so close in such a vulnerable state. He can’t fucking take it.

   He shouldn’t have ever pulled you into the reins of his hands, should never have lured you into his bed chambers. You’re too good, too delicate, too soft. One taste, that’s all it took to keep you coming back for more. It was almost resentful how he was so selfish to keep you, even though he never intended to. You were too special, a rare rose in a sea of thorns that made up his life, but you stayed. You stayed. And he’ll never understand why a rare flower like you would stay for him. A monster that only shreds and devours pretty flowers. 

   “Why won’t you ever fuckin’ listen? Jus’… go.” His voice is defeated, gravelly tone breaking on the last syllable as he hangs his head low, across the stained shirt that reminds him of what he did. 

   “Because. I… I don’t want to leave,” you mutter, your voice catching on your shuttering lips. “You need me. You need…”

   He growls in your direction, turning his body so you can see just what kind of monster he really is, scowling your way as his eyes darken to black pits. “This is what you need?! A killer of the night? Look at me, I’m a goddamned monster! I KILLED someone tonight, I MURDERED ‘em in cold blood because I couldn’t control myself!” 

   You look taken aback, eyes wide and teary as he snarls up at you, demanding with his big teeth that you turn and leave, run away so you won’t have to look at the blood that covers him and marks him a murderer.

   You just stand there unmoving, waiting for god knows what. And that makes him angry, so fucking angry that you won’t listen to a goddamn thing he says. “Well! What’re you standin’ there for? I said LEAVE!” His words come out pained, tears licking the corners of his saddened eyes while you just stand there speechless staring at the man that could never keep you safe, not really. 

   “Joel,” you whisper, words failing you as a tear streaks down your crimson cheeks. It makes him cover his head, hide his face from the girl he can’t stand to show himself to at this moment in time. He’s broken, so fucking broken, and not even you could take away every sliver of pain he’s felt in all his worthless years. He regrets ever bringing you here, drawing you in till you didn’t want to leave. 

   “Jus’… stop. I’m not good for you, I never was. I’m jus’ a monster. A goddamned bloodsucking vampire. Now jus’ go. Please…” he begs, hiding his face in the shadows while you stand there in a puddle of sorrow. 

   You inch closer, tip-toeing the floorboards until you’re crouched down beside him, pulling on his blood stained flannel, begging him to just look at you. “Joel, please. Look at me.”

   He shakes his messy mane, trying to pull himself away, but you thread your fingers through his greying scruff and turn his head towards you. He fights your touch, finally giving up when your soft fingers dig into his soiled shirt, one hand delicately skimming the side of his jaw, your thumb rubbing off the blood that stains along his tainted lips. 

   He watches you quietly brush away a teardrop that escapes his watery eyes, mesmerized by how soft you are with him, even in the rough shape he is, after he just murdered someone in cold blood. 

   He can’t take it, the guilt that eats him alive. So he breaks, shedding another tear while you so gracefully wipe it away with the flick of your finger. “I killed someone tonight, I did that. I…”

   You silence him, quietly shushing him while he bites back another whimper. “It was an accident, only an accident,” you reply softly, no taste of bitterness or fear in your voice, only something that’s so you. Soft, you’re so soft, so lovely, something that he never deserved. Not after all he’s done, after all he’s killed.

   He tries to pull away, tries anything to get you to pry your fingers from his button-up, but you don’t. You just stay right there, coiled around him while you smooth a tousled lock of hair back in place, eyes never leaving his.

   “I’m a monster. I watched them die, I didn’t stop, I didn’t have the will to. I jus’ drained them. And that could’ve been you. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if…”

   “Shhh,” you say soothingly, fingers dancing down his greying scruff, glistening eyes reflecting that he’s okay. He’s home, safe in the shadows, safe with you. “It wasn’t me, Joel. It was just an accident. You didn’t mean it. It’s alright now. I’m here.”

   Something in your soft words soothes him like a distant lullaby, calming his fears, but eliciting more tears from his wide eyes, staring at the girl that started a fire in his dead heart long ago, revealing a way to get his heart pumping just by looking at your beautiful smile, your kind soul, your very essence.

   Something breaks in him when you flick your eyes over his bloody clothes and don’t even cringe, only giving him those soft puppy eyes that he can never say no to. He crumbles into your arms, pulling you flush against his chest as he cries into the crook of your neck. He feels your fingers comb through his hair, the other clinging to your back as it draws lazy circles up and down his spine. 

   He can’t hold it in any longer. It slips from his tongue, an elation of words that he never thought he’d ever say again. “I love you…”

   You sigh into his broad chest, lips brushing against the fading material as you muster up the words you too had been holding back. “I love you too, Joel Miller. I have for quite some time…”

   He brings his head up and cups the sides of your face, his dark eyes brightening by the swell of your teary eyes, your sweet smile curling up towards him, pure love screaming from the pits of your beautiful irises. He wastes no time and crashes his lips down on yours, fusing his lips to yours like a sworn oath. You melt into his chest, circling your arms around his neck while you slot your lips and allow him to enter. He licks slowly into your mouth, tongue finding yours while they dance together in unison, bodies entwining until you're pressed beneath him on the sheets, completely naked while you toss and turn in the massive bed. 

   He marks his way down your body, caressing your supple breasts, splaying your legs open for him to lick and suck you dry, tongue pressing meticulous circles over your aching clit until he gets you right where he needs you to be. You spill, covering his tongue in your sticky slick while he laps you up and drinks you down feverishly. He drowns in your sweet taste, swears nothing has ever tasted better than being between your legs. He could make you cum all night long, hearing your pretty moans fill his ears while he takes it all from you, leaving you with pure ecstasy running through your sweet veins. 

   When he’s finished tasting you he takes you slow, sliding his cock between your slick folds while he gently bottoms out inside of you. He takes his time and rocks back and forth, swallowing your moans as he kisses you deeply, sensually. He doesn’t stop either, not even when you’re right at your next release.

   “Joel,” you moan, body writhing beneath him while your walls squeeze his thick length, causing him to groan over you.

   “Attagirl. That’s it, my love. Takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he praises while he ruts deeper inside you, chasing his own release which doesn’t take him long. He throws his head back, knits his eyebrows together and calls your name, spilling his hot cum inside you just how you like it.

   He slips out of you, crashing down on the opposite side of the bed while he pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head softly while his fingers trace circles over the back of your shoulder soothingly.

   He’s quiet for a minute, reminiscing on everything that happened tonight. The way you chose to stay. For him, you did it all for him. 

   He whispers, a ghost of a breath lingering over the shell of your ear. “You stayed… you weren’t afraid?” he asks nervously, biting his bottom lip while he waits for you to answer. 

   You nuzzle deeper into the side of his neck and murmur sweet words against his jawline. “No, Joel. I was only afraid of losing you. I was never afraid of you. Not even when you showed me your fangs. I guess I just saw past all that. I saw a man that was dying to be seen, to be heard, to be known. You were so… lonely. And I just couldn’t bear to leave you alone. You’re not a monster to me, Joel. You’re the man I fell in love with. You’re mine. Just as I am yours,” you whisper, settling closer into the side of his chest.

   “Mine…” he repeats breathlessly, eyes locked on the beauty that never ran away. You’re his. His.

   “Mhm. Yours…”

    A few seconds later you’re out cold, face nuzzled into the scruff of his beard, one arm slung around his broad chest. He lies there staring at you, running his calloused fingers up and down your back, gently carding them through your beautiful locks. He stares wide-eyed, a tear falling from the side of his eye as he looks at the beauty that saved him from slipping away into the shadows forever.

   He’s got you, forever, as long as you’ll stay with him. He hopes it’ll be for eternity.

   All he’s ever wanted was someone to stay by choice, all these years waiting for nothing to happen. But then there was you. You who chose to stay. You stayed, and that’s all he ever wanted. 

   You. The love of his life that chose him when no one else would’ve. Love. He’s so in love. Maybe he’s not all teeth and darkness anymore, maybe he’s more. You made him more. The moonlight that lights the way out of the darkness forever. His guiding light home.

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𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤.𝐨

finnick x fem!reader soulmate!au

summary: |soulmate!au, finnicks!pov|as the act of beetees plan grows near, you and finnick discover that you are each other's soulmates and can talk telepathically. (blue quotations mean they are talking telepathically)

requested: hi 🩵 could you pls write a finnick x reader with the telepathy soulmate au? They could be in the games and they don’t know they’re soulmates but finnick starts to figure it out and starts trying to keep her safe. Maybe he tells her after the games when they’re safe in district 13? Thank you!! I’ve missed your writing!

I walk over to her, sand crunching with each step as relish in my newly dried suit. you're sitting off to the side, ripping a fish to bits with your teeth.

"hungry?" I tease, sitting down next to you as you roll your eyes

"just enjoying our main food source before we completely ruin it." you smile at him. he knows you're not fond of the plan, but, it's already been decided.

"maybe focus on all the capitol food you'll be eating once the careers are gone" I grin at her as she snorts a laugh

"you think I'm getting out of this?" you say before taking another bite

of course you are is held back on my tongue, after haymitch sent the bread today, I'm very hopeful with the plan.

so instead I settle on "we'll see" but before I can speak, my hearing begins to weaken.

my ears rang as you turned to me, your mouth moving but I can't hear anything. your head whips back over to the jungle as my voice echoes

"what?"

and suddenly my hearing is back to normal.

"hm? oh, it's just Johanna trying to give us a heart attack" you wave your hand to the jungle, I see Johanna with the spile and some shells and I turn back to you

I retrace my steps. hearing goes out, can't move my mouth, my voice seems louder...

either I just had a stroke or I'm going to.

"you want a piece?" you pass the fish towards me, I shake my head no

"k, well I'm gonna get some rest. we have a big job tonight." you push yourself off the sand and walk towards the woven mats and I'm left completely puzzled.

how could you hear me?

.

my body stretches and pops as yours does the same, napping until go-time was probably not a good idea as I feel sleep still tugging my eyes

the sun is getting low as we move toward the jungle, you're as eager as ever, hopping in front of me as you take the lead.

we keep walking and I'm feeling my calves burn as I crush the vines under me, sweat is soaking me completely and that's when my hearing starts to go out again

I look up to see you quickly patting your ear, its happening to you to.

during this I remember how katniss said something similar, we must be too close to the forcefield. you're too close to the forcefield

"Y/n come back down with us" I feel as though I'm yelling, my head echoing my words as my thoughts are left empty

"I'm fine finnick, quit your worrying." as you talk my hearing comes back and everyone in the group stops in their tracks. you, no longer hearing leaves crunch, you turn back with confusion all over your face

"what?" you ask plainly, I'm threatening to ask the same thing but judging from the reactions everyone gives you, I opt out.

"are you feeling alright?" beetee asks, now I'm studying your face to see if anythings out of the ordinary

"yes? what's the issue?" you snap, coming down a few steps towards beetee as he leans into katniss' ear

"could be heat stroke" he whispers and before I know it everything slaps me in my face

when our hearing goes...

we can only hear each other.

hearing goes out for both of us, no thoughts passing through, and we can only hear each other.

we're soulmates.

I turn to look at you to see if you've figured it out but your hand is resting on your knife as you stare at the 4 people questioning your sanity

"no!" I rush my words out, and everyone turns to me as I struggle to make up a reason to explain

"it's something from 4...we just communicate differently" I spit out and your face is contorting

"how so?" Beetee asks in genuine curiosity, I stutter.

"click our tounges. we click our tounges" I turn back to you, giving you a pleading look as you nod along to my idiocy

"yeah...we do"

and as embarrassment floods me completely, we keep walking.

.

it's over

the lightening, the arrow, it happened so fast...we couldn't get everyone but we got you, and you're safe, and it's over

I sit on the cold ledge of the aircraft next to your bed, running my fingers through your hair as your eyes twitch open

"hey, hey you're ok...we got out" I grin, seeing your eyes flash panic before calming down

"did we get everyone out?" you ask and I just shake my head

"who?" you're sitting up but I'm softly pushing you right back down

"peeta and johanna..." I mutter and you stare up at the ceiling

It's quiet for a few minutes, until you speak up with what I've been wanting to scream

"We don't click our tounges in 4." you say plainly

"yes, I know"

"And no one heard you when you talked to me."

"yes..." "Finnick." you look up at me, eyebrows twisting as you huff a breath and look to the corner of the room

"I don't even know you" you mumble and it hurts, only just meeting for the Quarter Quell and just happen to be soulmates

"we don't have to be...soulmates or whatever" I tell you and you shake your head

"no, I just...wish we didn't have to meet like this" you say and I nod, pushing a loose strand of your hair back.

"we can start over in thirteen. no games, no capitol, nothing." I whisper and I see you smile

"okay" you say and I feel myself smiling too

"okay"

an: AHHH i loved writing this! thank you so much for requesting it was so much fun! <333 I hope you don't mind it's in finnicks pov <333

[kasagia]

Can you give us a little sneak peak for the next part

My twodear anonymous and @hanadays1234, thank you so much! 😊🖤🩵

Yes, I can. And since I wrote all my exams, I only focus on writing. 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

Nope 🤭🙈 🩵🖤🖤🩵

24.05 Friday or 27.05 Monday. (I have nothing written except what I will give you right now)

Also, who binge watched Bridgerton season 3 and now get inspiration for the new series (for Feyd, I showed you once) instead on focus on the Right Hand? 🤡🙈

Anyway... sneak peak:

Feyd rarely felt pain he didn't like. The years spent on Giedi Prime—or rather, years of enduring his uncle's methods of making him a true Harkonnen, his worthy successor—made Feyd love pain. He found pleasure in it—something he had to learn if he wanted to survive.

But it didn't bring him any satisfaction or pleasure when you pierced his chest with one of his swords. He feels pure pain. Anger, betrayal, and hurt.

He hates the way he falls limply to his knees in front of you. He hates that he still looks at you like you're a saint. He hates that he hopes you'll at least look him in the eyes, as if that would bring him some kind of salvation. He hates how lost he feels now and how he's slowly losing awareness of his surroundings. He hates that even though you stabbed him, all he can do is stare at you, clinging to the sight of you more than to his life.

"This will be the beginning of a wonderful alliance, Lady Y/N."

He feels you unhook your poisoned dagger from his arm. Feyd thinks you're doing it to finish him off. Poetically kill him with the weapon he gave you. He closes his eyes and waits for the final stab or throat slit. But nothing like that happens. He doesn't have the strength to turn around and see exactly what you're doing, but your words alone are enough for him to imagine the scene that is happening behind him.

"I may not be a Harkonnen, but I've picked up a few of their habits. If you want an agreement between us, show me your hand." After your words, he can hear a hiss from Atreides when you plunge the dagger into your joined hands, piercing them both through.

Feyd would have laughed mockingly if he hadn't spent all his energy on breathing slowly. He remembered explaining to you how contracts, such as arranged marriages, were sealed on Giedi Prime. The Harkonnens shook hands and pierced them with swords, thus signing a blood pact. This also applied to marriages and other such things. Blood bound them stronger than any words or signatures on paper. He cursed himself for the fact that, seeing your scared face at his words, he withdrew from this idea and decided to make a verbal agreement between you. He should be the one to bind you with his blood, not Atreides.

The steel in his body rubs against his lower ribs, but it does not damage any major organs. He tries to keep the sword in the exact same position you stuck it in, but he feels like he's going to faint from all the pain, the blood, and the fear for you that he feels now.

You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay conscious—it was all for you.

He just hoped like hell that you weren't lying a few moments ago, that this would all turn out to be just one of your games, and that you would soon end Atreides' life. But it's not like that.

"Let this blood be a symbol of our union." Your sweet, dangerous whisper reaches Feyd's ears.

He's raging with powerlessness and anger. That Atreides dog didn't deserve to mix his blood with yours. Only Feyd should be able to do this. Only his black blood should merge with your crimson, staining your joined hands as you swore allegiance to each other. His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.

If he hadn't been placed in such a vulnerable state by you, he would have ripped Atreides' heart out with his bare hands for daring to mix his blood with yours. A cold shiver runs down his spine at the thought of Atreides connecting with you in yet another way. A way Feyd was robbed too many times.

He tries to get up, but he doesn't have enough strength. All he can do is place his hands on the floor, trying to take the weight off his torso. The blade scratching his flesh bothers him much less than the fact that Atreides has the nerve to touch you or that you're blatantly ignoring him while playing whatever game you're playing right now.

"Leave him to me. I want… to repay him for all these years of fulfilling his wishes."

(...)

[winniethewife]

Could you write something angsty for Jonathan? Perhaps some kind of argument that ends in some hate sex?

No pressure whatsoever but I absolutely love your writing 🩵

Hello Anon! Thank you for your kind words, I hope this little drabble is what you were hoping for! Another Mini Kinktober!

Among the things that didn’t matter

(Jonathan Levy x F!reader)

Warnings: Hate sex, age gap, fighting, public sex, pinv, quick and dirty, unprotected sex, reader doesn’t cum.

Words: 526

She had one question, just the one question. Why? Why the fuck would he straight up ghost her after everything? She found his office and checked to make sure there weren’t any students in sight before opening the door, slamming it shut behind her and locking the door. Jonathan looked up shocked to see her, he knew exactly why she was there. He felt a guilty feeling gnawing at his heart.

“Hey…Uh…” He started but she held her hand up. He slowly stood up and approaches her cautiously.

“Let me talk, then I’ll get out of your life. I felt sorry for you, with your divorce, with everything you have going on. You made me feel so welcome here, a freshly graduated student hardly ever makes professor but you were so kind to me. To turn around and not answer my calls or texts for weeks after our date, it’s just fucking rude. I just…I thought we were…I don’t know maybe I’m just young and naïve and delusional but I-” she was interrupted by his lips on hers and his arms around her, she immediately pulls away. “What the absolute fuck?!” She shouts.

“Sorry I just…Ugh it’s uh…I should have…god you’re hot when you’re mad.” He tried to form words but ultimately gave up.

“Are you fucking serious? I come here to fucking tell you it’s over and you can’t keep it in your pants for long enough for me to break up with you?” She was livid, but the sight of the older man’s arousal bringing back memories from that night... She didn’t know what she was doing, but suddenly her lips met his again, she couldn’t keep her hands off of him as she angrily started to rip at his clothes, pulling up her skirt as he bent her over the desk, his hard length pressed into her, all their senses filled with each other as he railed her over his desk.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this, you’re pissed at me I know but god you look like Aphrodite, so beautiful but filled with rage” he started babbling as he fucked into her relentlessly. She let out a low growl.

“Shut the fuck up you twit, just fuck me so I can get the hell out of here!” She hissed as she clutches the desk. She didn’t need to be compared to deities, she just needed to cum. He didn’t even respond to her insult she instead he just got to work, thrusting into her, breathing heavily as he pulled her, sliding into her again and again. She felt the pleasure winding up in her abdomen, he felt his own climax approaching as he fucked into her. He lets out a groan as he painted her insides with his spend. She felt all of the buildup fade away as he pulled out. She blinks twice. Did he really just…She turns around and slaps him across the face.

“Fuck you Levy. You won’t be hearing form me.” She was seething. He held his face where she had just slapped him and watched as she walked away, out of his office. Out of his life.

~

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Tags: @silvernight-m @boredzillenial @queerponcho

[bread-squid-uwu]

THANK YOU @dizzybevvie LMAO 🩵🩵

So, just a DISCLAIMER that I'm talking about my rewrite with some splashes of canon influence but I'm mostly just ignoring canon Dante for this, anyway

The main songs I associate with Dante are:

I'm A Natural Blue.

Obviously because of the title being a reference to Awstens blue hair, and the associations of blue with negative types of emotions and such. In my head, Dante has naturally black hair but despises that - so he dyes EVERYTHING blue and hopes it's convincing enough. He wants to look as different from his brother as possible.

The lines about seeing that your idols aren't who you once assumed them to be, seeing the truth rather than seeing someone to admire.. everyone knows Dante really really admired and looked up to Gene, who was never the best person. I see this as Dante recognizing that, finally seeing that his big brother was actually cruel and even dangerous.

Dante going through that world shattering realization that the person he trusted the most, looked up to, and even based himself off of for so long.. was horrible. And, perhaps, going off of that - looking at how he had tried so hard to copy and be like Gene, perhaps he too had done horrible things.

The struggles of trying to break from these ideas, having seen the reality of everything happening. The struggles of trying to figure out who he is without trying to base himself on who he thinks of as cool or popular.

The frustrations of realizing he was so blind to it all for so long, the ways that idolizing and loving Gene must've looked to people who knew everything Gene had done.

I could go so much more in depth, line by line, but I'll stop here for now!! I love this song in this context.

We Need To Talk.

Clover. - a danvis fic written by me, based on this song.

It Follows.

Dante canonically has a lot of anxiety around actually getting into relationships, we see this multiple times. Obviously this was very different back in Phoenix Drop High, but we also know that Dante hasn't been in a relationship since he was in high school - said by Garroth.

"I think with my heart, and love with my head." Seems like a very fitting line for this fact.

"Kiss me like nobody would when I was fifteen." We know in high school he was never very genuine with his relationships and, I think as an adult he wants something real - something genuine, where they can actually care about each other. Instead of the "haha player😎" he was before.

Looking at S2? Well...

"I've spent some years rewinding, but I'm still just me." This line I feel like is about finding himself relapsing into those previous non-genuine behaviors from high school, finding himself repeating those mistakes. I'm not talking about the situation with Nicole and Jenna, he was never actually dating Nicole, he did not cheat on her. I'm talking about him going around and flirting with many different girls on the beach. Eventually, I think he'd pull himself from this and realize that he slipped backwards, and feel guilty over finding himself repeating the mistakes that defined a version of him he previously tried so hard to bury - which is going back to the ideas from "I'm a natural blue" - when I describe this as a relapse I'm not exaggerating. Knowing those behaviors stem from Gene? I think it warrants being called a relapse.

The rest of the lines, however, I do think are about Nicole.

With the context of him struggling with his past, his sense of self, the guilt, and of course.. Gene being around? I think the situation between Nicole and Jenna would get to him on a much deeper level.

"If I could find my something to burn out these feelings, I'd cut them out completely and I'd stop this reeling. I think with my heart, and love with my head. Do you see the problem here? You rip me to shreds. I think with my heart, you fuck with my head." I see about him feeling like he's never truly changed from high school. With Nicole making the claims that he was cheating, etcetera, it gets into his head.

Really looking at the situation, he was already struggling with himself - and he was already struggling with Nicole as well. Knowing his apprehension towards relationships, his anxiety towards Nicole, and the fact that the two were never official on top of him desperately wanting to end the flirting and such with her? Well, "So tear into my heart, and love with my head. Do you see the problem here? You rip me to shreds. I've fallen apart, I'm missing your breath. Can we stand to break the fingers pointing the blame, Or will they always follow me?"

Stupid For You.

Danvis.

"I'm color-coding my moods, you're yellow, I'm natural blue

Let's get together and be green like my insides

At least I'll match your eyes, jealous and hypnotized

Let's match our faces and be equally in love. "

I don't think I need to say anything else lmao

THANK YOU BEV FOR THE EXCUSE TO POST THIS,,,

i'm always open to waterparks dante questions so uhm, feel free to ask for more or ask about this or something!!!!

[plaidbooks]

Would you consider writing something for Helnik? “Two idiots in love” 🥺🙏🏼🩵

Matthias paced the small hideout that he was sharing with the Crows. It had been three days since Nina had gone out to do something for Kaz--he didn't deem anyone else important enough with any information on what, exactly, Nina was doing.

Before she had left, Matthias had almost given her well wishes. Almost.

Instead, he had opened his mouth, intending to tell her to be safe, but Jesper had cut him off, and Nina replied with some quip before disappearing out the door.

Now, all Matthias could think about was how his last words to her weren't anything important. In fact, he couldn't even remember what his last words were to her.

What if something had happened? She could take care of herself--he knew that well enough--but she wasn't a fighter, not like the rest of the Crows. Not like he was. And here he paced, stuck in this cramp hideout, unable to be out with her.

"You're pacing is making me nervous," Jesper said from his seat on a stool.

"Everything makes you nervous," Inej shot back with a smile, indicating that she didn't mean it. Even if it was true; Jesper's gambling addiction made him jumpy when he was sitting and doing nothing.

Matthias ignored them both; he just kept up his pacing, waiting for the moment Nina came back to him.

When had he started caring so much? Sure, they had kept each other alive, saved each other multiple times. But when had she gotten this far underneath his skin?

The door opened and Matthias whipped his face towards the sound, his legs finally stilling for the first time in three days.

And there she was.

Nina's cheeks were red and she was panting as if she had sprinted there. Her hair--which was in an elegant up-do three days ago--had started to break free, half of her locks cascading down her shoulder. Her clothes had some rips and tears in them, but there was no sign of injury.

Instead, she had a triumphant smile on her face, her eyes glittering. A key dangled on a cord, the latter gripped in her fist.

Before she could say anything, though, Matthias was on her, kissing those plump lips with a fervor that surprised even him. She let out the softest sound of shock before kissing him back with a smile, free hand threading in his hair.

"Hello to you, too," she murmured as he broke away for air.

Matthias didn't know where to start. "It's been days--I didn't know if--and you look so--"

Nina disentangled herself from his embrace, tossing the key to Inej before turning to face Matthias once more. "I look so what? Disheveled?"

"Tired?" Jesper offered.

"Out of breath?" Inej chimed in.

"Beautiful," Matthias corrected. "You look so beautiful."

Nina's fiery eyes softened at that, and she leaned in to give him another kiss. The look of adoration on Matthias's face took her breath away, and the feel of his lips on hers was something she would never get tired of.

"Oi--go find somewhere else!" Jesper said, shielding his eyes childishly.

"Do you know how many times I've seen you kissing Wylan?" Nina shot back, making Inej giggle.

And just like that, the moment was over. But Matthias's heart beat in time with Nina's.

[anxiousbabybird]

Talk about your favorite ship 🥰

I don’t wanna pick a favorite 😅 So I put the men in a wheel 🤣 But the wheel also must’ve actually known the favorite in my heart lol

Okay so I’m going to tell you about one of my favorite B x Ushi selfship AUs: firefighter Ushi and B 🩵 This is how we meet.

We meet one day because there’s a kitchen grease fire at my house and I call 911 and tell them I’m trying to put it out with the fire extinguisher and 911 is like, you’re crazy get out of your house and wait for the fire truck. And then the firefighters pull up to my house and I’m still in the kitchen (but I opened the front door for them) and I’ve got on an N95 mask with a wet towel wrapped around my hair and shoulders and I’m trying to put out the fire in the kitchen with a fire extinguisher and then before I know it, I’m being swooped up into strong arms and carried out of my house to the front yard while other firefighters come in with foam things to actually put out the fire, all of them kinda laughing at my antics because it’s not something they see ever.

And I look up as I’m being carried out and the most handsome man is carrying me, so I rip the towel off my head and throw it somewhere in my house as he walks us out and sets me down carefully on a stretcher so the EMTs can check on me. And he’s just smiling down at me, let’s out a chuckle, and I’m blushing and like, “What’s so funny?” And he’s like, “This is the first call I’ve been on where a young woman puts a mask on herself and a soaked towel and tries to put out her own fire.” And I’m like, “Well I don’t usually like asking for help. And I’m pretty adept at handling things myself.” And he hovers around me and is like, “Is that so?” And I’m just like, “Yep, I’m used to being on my own.” And he thinks that’s a shame. Then we get to talking while they clear my house (because the fires out since it wasn’t too bad and now they have to assess the damage to see if I can go back in). And he’s like “What were you cooking?” And we talked about how much I love cooking and how stupid I feel right now over this accident and he tells me that I shouldn’t feel stupid and things like this happen all the time, even with a good chef. And the other firefighters are all milling about in my yard or by the truck and he just stays with me the whole time. And then they clear my house and say it’s structurally safe but there’s a lot of smoke still inside so I should probably open the windows and let it air out and stay somewhere else that night. But he sees my face fall and asks what’s wrong and I’m like, “it’s just going to be annoying to go to a hotel tonight without any of my stuff” and he’s like, “you can go in, just wear a mask. Here, I’ll escort you if you’re worried.” So he delicately puts a fresh N95 over my face with a tiny smile and then walks me inside, keeping in front of me and holding my hand as I tell him which direction to go to get to my room. He leans against my door while I pack a bag, making small talk and then he helps me go through and open the windows throughout the second floor and the ones in the back yard on the first floor. Finally, I have a bag packed and he walks me out, asking where I’m going. I tell him that I think I deserve a big comfy bed tonight after today’s stress so I’m going to some fancy hotel while my house airs out and so I can make calls to repair people to fix the damage to my kitchen. And he almost asks if I’d like to have dinner with him later tonight because he wants to get to know me, but then thinks better of it, worried he’ll come across as a creep capitalizing on something bad that happened. So we leave each other with a smile and me saying “Maybe I’ll see you around?” And him responding with a little grin, “I hope so. But let’s not make it a habit of meeting this way.”

I’m at the hotel and chilling in my room on the 3rd floor when the hotels fire alarms go off and I’m just in my sweatshirt and spandex shorts and after the day I’ve had, I’m over it so I grab my backpack I packed from my house that’s still got all my stuff in it and go to find the stairwell. When I get to the hallway I realize that there’s a lot of smoke and it’s hot and I luckily still had the mask from earlier in my backpack side pocket so I pull it out and put it on and start shoving my way with everyone else to the stairs and down them, trying not to think about how this is the second time today I’ve been involved in a fire and really concerned the universe has an unfortunate fiery end set aside for me. Thankfully, I get outside the hotel and I look up and realize a lot of the upper levels are legit blazing on fire, like tv show scary levels of fire. And I and the other guests evacuating are taken to a first aid area that’s set up in the hotels parking lot, far enough out so it’s out of the way of the firefighters and also in case things in the hotel go badly. When I get to the first aid area, I see the same EMTs that checked on me this morning and make a bee line to them because I’ve already met them today. They are like “what are the fucking odds?” And check me over and ask which floor I was on and they’re like, “you don’t seem to have any significant inhalation, thank god for your mask, but since this is the second time today, you should stick around for a while so we can monitor you. Plus you are super dehydrated so we’re gonna give you some fluids.” And I’m like “I hate needles in my veins but fine”. And so I’m hanging out with them while they check over other people, sending some to the hospital, and I’m watching as the fire in the hotel is finally getting under control. I realize there’s tons of different fire trucks with different numbers and I’m definitely looking for one in particular. Anyway, I’m still hanging in first aid since I’m not showing any signs of smoke inhalation or any serious burns (aside from the minor one on my arm from the fire this morning when the grease splashed on my arm a little when I was trying to put it out but they changed the bandage since I was there and checked on it).

Anyway, the fire in the hotel is out and a couple fire trucks leave but several stick around and the firefighters that aren’t in the building checking stuff start asking around the first aid area offering help to the EMTs because they’re still trained for lots of things. And then I see him, sexy and tall and his fireman uniform covered in black soot, his face sweating and flushed and the jacket part partially unzipped now with the navy tshirt tight underneath. And walking right toward me. I look at the one EMT I’d made friends with and she winked with a, “He’s been worried you were at this hotel since we got the call. I let him know you were safe on our walkies when you found us and we promised we’d keep you here until he got out.” And she’s smirking at me and just walks away to check on someone else.

Ushi walks up to me and he gets close enough that he can reach out and touch my cheek, caressing it with so much gentleness and he says, “We got the call and I was so scared that you were here.” And I reach up and touch his hand on my cheek, wrapping my fingers around his as my cheeks heat with a blush. “Unfortunately I was here but I was only on the third floor and got out fast.” I hold up my mask, “Even wore this bad boy you gave me on my way out so I still didn’t breathe in all that smoke!” And he lets out a little smile, still softly stroking his thumb over my cheek like he can’t believe I’m real and in front of him. And he says, “I thought I told you we shouldn’t make it a habit of meeting this way.” And I’m smiling at him and respond, “As happy as I am to see you, this wasn’t the way I had planned it either.” And he arches a brow and is like, “Oh? You had plans?” And I blush and look away and tell him, “I’d planned to bake some cookies and bring them to your firehouse next week as a thank you to all of you.” And my voice gets quiet, “But mostly because I wanted an excuse to see you again. Especially see you when I’m more put together and not a mess from this insane day.” And he lets out another tiny little grin and responds, “Even as a mess you’re beautiful.” And I’m beet red now, just full on blushing. The EMTs watching in the background wishing they had popcorn because who is this man that they’ve known for years? Like they’ve never seen him like this. And I’m speechless at this point and he notices the backpack he’d helped me pack earlier that day next to me and drops his hand from my cheek finally, but makes no move to step back from me. He asks outright, “Do you need somewhere to stay tonight?”

And I’m just like, blushing so hard and mouth probably dropped a little even, and he follows it up with, “I have a guest room you can stay in tonight. I’m technically off work now but we got the call when I was getting off shift and I had to make sure that if you were here, I needed to know you were all right. You can stay with me and then I’ll take you out for breakfast in the morning.” And he steps really close (like picture me sitting on a stretcher and him stepping in between my legs to get close) and cups my cheek in his hand again and is like, “I know we just met but I like you and I need to know you’re safe tonight. Please.” And I’m just nodding like, wtf is this really happening? Am I the main character in a romance novel now? He runs off to his fire truck, asking me to wait there for just a moment. His EMT friends take out my IV and I’m like, “What just happened?” And the girl is like, “Girl I’ve know him 5 years. He’s never acted like this before. Never heard him talk this much before. But I will tell you he’s one of the good ones. Kind, quiet but he’s got a big heart.” And I’m just awestruck, half in love with him already.

When he comes back, he had taken off his big fire jacket and pants thing and was in his navy firehouse tshirt with his name and the station number on it, and the navy pants they wear. And my god the shirt was so tight across his broad, muscular chest that it’d knock the wind out of me. He’s got a duffel bag over his shoulder and asks if I mind if we ride in my car together since he came on the fire truck. I tell him I don’t mind and when he offers to drive, I don’t say no. He asks if I want to go to the station so he can get his car and then I can follow him to his house and I tell him we can get his car tomorrow and I lean my head against the window and sleepily say, “Let’s just go home.” without really thinking about the words I used. Though the words make his heart swell. So he drives us to his place and we don’t even talk, the radio playing softly and me half falling asleep against the door. Finally we get to his place and it’s a cute little house kinda out in the country. It suits him and I smile as he runs to open my door for me. I follow him nervously inside and he shows me around the house, skipping his room and showing me the guest room and guest bathroom instead. We both go to take showers in our respective bathrooms and I realize I don’t have any extra clothes and the ones I was wearing at the hotel smell like smoke and sweat now. I call for him, hiding behind the door and wrapped in a towel as I tell him my predicament.

He just voices his acknowledgment and proceeds to return, handing me a pile of clothes that turns out to be sweatpants, a tshirt, a henley, and a sweatshirt. I pick the henley and sweatpants, though I put the sweatshirt in my room in case I get cold later. After that, I find him in the kitchen with a glass of water poured for us both. I’m shy when I ask, “Is it okay if I go lay on the couch and watch tv for a little bit? I know it’s silly but I was almost finished with my show when the hotel was evacuated.” And he smiles slightly and is like, “You can do anything you want, just make yourself at home.” And he fixes the tv for me and I curl up on one side of the relatively large sectional (big enough he can comfortably stretch out on) and he stretches out on the other side while I turn on the last twenty minutes of my show. It’s kinda awkward but we sit there and watch it together in silence, both of us glancing to each other but not knowing what to say or do. When my show goes off, he asks if I’d like to go to bed or maybe watch a movie? And I tell him we can watch a movie, so he gets up and turns off the lights and hands me a huge blanket and a pillow and grabs himself a pillow too. He’s blushing slightly as he explains “in case we fall asleep on the couch.”

For the first fifteen minutes of the movie, I can’t get comfy and I keep getting closer to him but I’m too shy to ask for what I want, but after a too much time of me moving around trying to get situated, he reaches out his hand and looks at me and says, “C’mere.” And I take his hand and he guides me over to curl up under his arm (like think about L shaped sectional with him laying down in one direction with his chest in the corner and me laying under his arm with my head on his chest and stretched in the other direction). With this god of a man holding me under his strong arm, I can’t stop myself from whispering and asking, “You said you liked me. Earlier at the hotel. Why?” And he looks down at me, surprised by my question and he’s like, “I’ve been doing this job for five years. I’ve seen it all. The good, the bad. But one thing I’d never seen was a tiny woman, smart enough to wear a mask and protect her hair, not planning to wait a single second on anyone to save her kitchen. You were determined not to let it spread and you very likely saved your house by keeping it under control until we got there. That was very brave, very stubborn, and pretty hot. And then you looked up at me when I picked you up like you were mad that we were there to help you. And it was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Then I talked to you and you were perfect. Intelligent, funny, gorgeous, feisty. I wanted to ask you to dinner with me tonight. I was going to but I was concerned how it’d come across since you’d been through a lot so I let you go and resolved to come visit you in a week or so. But then we got the hotel call and I knew there was a chance you were there after we talked.” He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss. “I raced there with my brothers because I had to know you were okay. And I know we met this morning and this is crazy, but I only met you the morning and already I could’ve lost you. Twice.” A caress of my cheek. “I asked you to come home with me tonight because I don’t want to lose you before I get a chance to fully know you.” He leaned over and pressed a tentative kiss to the top of my head. “So tonight I’ll sleep well knowing you’re safe. And tomorrow I intend to properly court you over brunch and for as much of your day as you’ll let me monopolize. If that’s all right with you of course?” And I’m nodding dreamily with a soft smile on my face and a bright pink blush. “That’s very all right with me.” And I fall asleep right there on the couch, curled up against him.

So yeah, that’s the start of firefighter Ushi and B 🩵