Hello! I hope you're doing well! I have a prompt from your smutt prompt list, I freaking lost the number, but heres the prompt:
“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
I firmly believe in the V stands for Vampire, so I thought it would be a cool prompt for V cause Vampires don't have reflections...
Thank you 💜
57. “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”
Content: 472 words, V x f!reader, NSFW, penetrative sex, tenderness, mirror sex, blood and biting, V is a vampire🖤
In the reflection of the silver mirror, the thin red lines spill from your shoulder and drips down your clavicle.
His teeth are sharp; you feel the tug deep within the muscle and flesh, but there is no pain, not even a pinch. His mouth is hot and wet, venom, spittle and blood pooling in a heady cocktail.
You shudder when he pulls his mouth away, with a gasp, punctuating a kiss to the reddened flesh with another slow thrust that you swear you feel in your belly. He’s seated so deeply, carving a space only for him, and you love it.
Your head spins with it, the smouldering desire that burns hot as embers. You know it’s partially its venom currently infecting your veins and making you pliable, yet the rest is all your devotion. The fact that you cannot see him in the old mirror you’re currently braced against only adds to your arousal.
It’s like being touched by a ghost.
“More,” you whisper, watching yourself reach back to the nothingness, yet you feel his silky curls wind around your fingers. His claws dig into your hips, thumbs circling at the small of your back, and he purrs, pleased for your touch, always.
Your knuckles are white around the ornate frame. You have admired its beauty before during the daytime; the carvings of ancient faces and pretty flowers spun through wood polished to a fine shine. Now it is a tool to fuel a fantasy for you both.
“Look at your reflection,” V pants wetly against the side of your throat, his voice an octave deeper, and his accent is rich with how drunk on your scent he is. “Look at how gorgeous you are, my precious creature.”
You moan in response, pushing your hips back against his icy body that is slowly warming from how full of your life's essence he is. He rolls his hips, dragging his cock against the walls of your wet cunt lazily, purposely slow and deep.
“So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this.”
He’ll keep you like this for a while, you know, drawing out the pleasure until you’re both trembling. You clench around him and he hisses in response, a full-body shudder, pressing another bloodied kiss to your throat. In the mirror appears out of thin air, but you feel his mouth on you with the threat of teeth wanting to drink more.
“So pretty for me, and only for me, my heart.”
You wish you could see his face. You long to observe his expression twist and his eyes grow soft with hunger. If you were to close your eyes, you could imagine it—the bright moon-glow of his left in the dim light of his private room.
68. Our muses are destined to meet in the rain when they are forced to share an umbrella
Welp. I didn't expect you to send me something >3>Oki well I know you like Levihan (I Think?) so I can tryyy!
It was another one of those days. The rain was falling hard, and unfortunately, everyone still had to be on their way with daily errands. Levi especially.
If he was honest with himself, he'd say waiting for the train in the pouring, renlentless rain was utter bullshit, but he had to convince himself that he was fine. Well, as long as he had this simple red umbrella over his head.
It was just something about that colour. Red was... kind of calming in his eyes, even if it was supposed to be the direct opposite of that. Though, with that being said, it was almost sad watching the rain beat against it in such a violent manner.
He continued standing there, thinking as he looked up at the round canvas that protected his form from being soaked mercilessly by depressing clouds, though... soon enough he had been interrupted.
"Hello?" An enthusiastic toned voice rang through his ears, almost as though it was weird to hear someone speak to him. "I'm so to bother you, but..."
"What?" He responded, looking at the randomly appearing figure beside him. A rather tall figure, slender and cozy by the looks of her grey trench coat. She wore fogged up glasses presumably from the rain, though she was absolutely soaked in heavy raindrops, the grey tone in her trench coat almost a dark muddle of black.
She smiled almost instantly as he heard his voice, seemingly trying to hold back a small laugh. "I was just wondering if I could squeeze in with you under your umbrella. I seemed to have forgotten mine."
He raised an eyebrow, letting a small huff of air as he took her request into consideration. Surely she'd catch a cold if it rained on her anymore. He looked at her for a momently, giving a still stare before murmuring. "I guess so. Just... don't get me wet."
She nodded, beaming a large, toothy smile. "Sure! Thank you!" she soon found herself under the same red umbrella with the short male, taking her word for 'squeezing' in with him. It was uncomfortably close for a bit, her soaking wet hair practically almost tickling the now grumbly man's shoulders, though he tried to shut up about it.
A few minutes passed, maybe even half an hours worth, an a loud clatter and hum of a train could be heard. This certainly wasn't Levi's train, since it was heading for a different area, but the woman beside him seemed to shuffle and fumble with her bags that she placed down beside her. This must be her train.
"Ah. Thanks a lot for that! Maybe I might see ya around, huh?" She laughed slightly before trotting off.
He sighed slightly, feeling relieved that she had left. He could have sworn he got a few droplets of water on his jacket because of how much space she took up. Though, as he watched her walk off like a happy horse of somesort, he noticed the sun had started to peer out from the clouds. Light began reflecting off most wet surfaces, glistening slightly as the warm sun beamed gently.
"Huh..." He murmured, catching sight of a red flicker of light, only to have his eyes end up right on the tall woman who was now boarding the train. Before hand, her hair looked like a soggy brunette mess, but now... it shone different shades of brown and even... deep red.
He found himself staring for longer than intended, watching her disappear within that large metal tube. Only then did he realize, that he hoped to see her again here. But... Maybe on a more sunny day?
Okay so this is a pretty long one! You all can give me feedback and some suggestions! That would be great! Enjoy!♥♥
TSOU Chapter 12
●In Josh's POV●
Elizabeth took care of me all that day. You would think that she would be relaxing since it was the day before she goes back to work. The day I mainly have been eating soup, taking medications, and sleeping. Her taking care of me is just like feeling like a kid again. Having someone take care of you and them doing whatever they can to make you better. That person is Elizabeth.
●In Elizabeth's POV●
I walk into the bedroom I see Josh sleeping. He looks so young asleep. Like a little kid, helpless.
I walk very quietly to my closet. I needed to change my clothes; I am wearing the same thing from yesterday. Ew. I find a blue Hollister t-shirt and then I go to my drawers and I find some blue jeans.
“Hey.” I Hear a voice say; it was Josh’s.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” I come up to him and I put my hand over his forehead, it was a little warm. He didn’t look as pale before. I run my fingers through his beautiful, brunette hair. I look into his wonderful hazel eyes.
“I feel much, much better. Thank you.” His voice still seemed a bit hoarse. But it wasn’t as bad as before.
He sat up. “So Doctor Bradley can I get outta bed?”
I let out a giggle. “Why yes you can Mr. Hutcherson.”
He gets out of bed. He was just in his boxers. Oooo that was such a good sight. I could feel something stirring in my chest; I don’t know what it was though.
He goes to the bathroom that is right across the hall.
I get into my jeans and shirt. But just as soon as I am taking off my old shirt and putting on the blue shirt Josh comes in the room.
“Mmmm.” Is all that he says. Oh Gosh I wonder what was going through his head at that second.
I then hear my phone go off.
Well who could that be? I look at the name and number. It’s my mom. I haven’t talked to her for a few weeks now.
I slide to accept.
“Hey mom.” I say.
“Hey sweetie how’s it going?”
“It’s going good. How are you?” I ask.
“Well I am okay. How are you and Josh- you know your boyfriend?”
I laugh, I think back to the day when I told her that I have a boyfriend. She was happy. Especially when I told her his name.
“Well Josh has been sick today so I have been taking care of him today.”
“Oh. Have you thought about Thanksgiving at all? Were you going to his family’s house or what?”
“We haven’t really talked about that.”
Then Josh walks in. He goes to the drawer and gets some jeans and a t-shirt. He puts them on right in front of me. I just go and sit on my bed and I proceed to talk to my mother.
“So you are going back to work tomorrow?” She asks.
“Yeah I am.”
“Are-are you excited about it?” She asks sounding a little confused.
“Well I don’t know, I guess,” I say a little sad. Then Josh comes up to me and whispers “Who’s that?”
I mouth the words ‘my mother.’
“Oh.”
Then my mom and I talk and catch up.
After saying goodbye Josh comes and sits right next to me.
“So I have thinking.” He pauses. “Would you like you like to go my parent’s house for Thanksgiving?”
I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t seem to get words out of my mouth. My face went to a big smile. “Yes. I would love to!”
We hugged. The hug which was full of a mixture of several things: aftershave and axe.
I think that I am really going to enjoy having Thanksgiving dinner with his family.
It’s going to be special. Really special.
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The next day Elizabeth went back to work. I got a phone call from my manager.
I slide to accept.
“Hey.” I say in a friendly tone.
“Josh, I have some news for you!” says my manager.
“What New-“He cuts me off.
“You have to leave on Thanksgiving night to start filming Catching Fire. Your back is all fine right?”
So many thoughts and questions were going through my head. I could feel a headache coming here soon. My palms were starting to sweat. I just wipe my free hand on my pants. Thanksgiving was in 3 days!
“Yes. But-but why so soon?”
“Because of your injury we have to start as soon as possible and we are going to be on a very tight schedule!” He seemed a bit angry now.
So we kept talking and stuff and then we said out goodbyes.
I can’t believe this. How am I going to be able Elizabeth? How will she react? Will she be upset excited? What?
I was just so upset. I just kept telling myself to breathe.
I thought up a plan to tell her. I would go to her dance studio a bit after 7 since that is the end of her shift.
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At about 6:55 I left her house to go to her dance studio. She never told me the name of her dance studio but I am just glad I know people.
I pull up to her dance studio called “Union’s School of Dance.” It said it on a huge sign on the front. The building was big from the outside. It was a brick building. I get out of my car and I walk to the door and I open it. I walk to a large room. I assumed it was one of the studios. I went straight to a mirror and I saw my reflection. I had on my black hat and a white V-neck and then my leather jacket on over it. I was also wearing some jeans and some sneakers on. I started to dance and sing a little.
Then I hear some talking behind a door about 10 feet from me. I just continued to dance. Then someone came out of the door, it was Elizabeth wearing some shorts and a tank top. She looked all sweaty. It was sexy though.
“Josh! Hey!” She comes and gives me a hug and a quick kiss. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see where you worked! I also wanted to bust out my moves.” Lie. I started to do a little dance for her. She just laughed.
“So that’s the reason why? I am not buying it. Do you need dance help or something?”
“Why yes. How do you properly dance with someone?” I always wonder about this. And I just really wanted to dance with her. “I mean I think that I know but I am not sure…” I made my puppy dog face.
She smiles “Sure!” She graps one of my hands and places it on her hip. “Then I put my hand here,” She says while putting her hand on my shoulder. Then she graps my free hand “We hold up our hands like this.”
“Now take a step with your right foot.” I do. I notice that she steps back.
I started to get the hang of it. It was so much fun. In the middle of dancing I stopped and kissed her. She wasn’t expecting it because she was in the middle of talking.
She just smiles right after the kiss. Then her expression changes “Is there something going on?” She asked curiously.
“Yes.” I started to get emotional, which only happens on the set. “I am leaving for Atlanta Thanksgiving night.”
