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Happy Pride Month!

This month is a wonderful excuse to draw LadyLoki and Sigyn in ✨️the pose✨️

-> Angrboda, Loki, Sigun

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞, timothee chalamet.

synopsis ⇨ it’s a full moon on halloween night, and a shared bubble bath turns into something more for the two vampires in love.

pairings ⇨ vampire!timothee chalamet x vampire!photographer!fem!reader.

warnings ⇨ FLUFF & SMUT, cutesy soft sex fluffy as a cloud!swearing here and there. marijuana usage, vampire talk, jokes about biting someone’s neck—timmy is a teeny bit possessive in this? i think that’s all!

notes from the author ⇨ inspired by this very saucy concept renny whipped up! i’ve always adored timothee from a distance but after the oscars…i think i’m fully a fangirl now. i’m feeling a bit insecure about this, but hopefully you guys love it.

the soft aroma of lavender mixed with the tangy scent of marijuana fills the air of the not-so-small bathroom you share with your boyfriend, timothee. you smile to yourself as you look in the mirror, gently taking off your falsie eyelashes. you can’t quite place why exactly, but there’s something so homey and comforting about unwinding at night as one of your favorite fragrances puffing sweet puffs of air from your oil diffuser.

your boyfriend, however, couldn’t agree. he doesn’t mind your oil diffuser but some of scents do get on his nerves—specifically the ones on the floral side.

“you know i hate that shit,” timothee says more to the air than you. you watch him through the mirror as he sits comfortably in the ginormous diamond crafted bathtub, removing the lit blunt from his soft lips; a curly puff of smoke leaving them shortly afterwards. you can’t help but to giggle, the way the foamy bubbles nearly swallow up his body.

“what, the lavender?” you respond catching his gaze in the crystal clear glass. “what do you have against lavender?”

“not just lavender, those flowery fragrances in general. i hate the way they smell, they make my nose hurt. you know that.”

and he’s right, you know that. but you don’t care, you love it. and plus, he’s been in the crabbiest mood since you two came back from the halloween party one of your friends was hosting at the party hall a few blocks away from your penthouse. as much as you love egging him on when he’s pissed, you’re not in the mood to argue—especially not tonight.

“alright fine,” you roll your eyes. “how about some vanilla maybe? something nice, soft, and sweet just like you!”

the pale boy shoots you a rather annoyed look as he sits up in the soapy water, clearly not pleased with your little sarcastic comment. you giggle in response as you open one of the cabinets underneath the sink that hold all of your luxurious oils—from sweet florals to warm and cozy coffeehouse smells like butterscotch, you at least have about fifty.

the full moon’s beautiful silver ray of light shines through the window of the bathroom and on to your gorgeous curves but you’re too busy in the cabinet to notice. timothee watches from his corner of the bathroom, his sharp fangs sinking into his soft bottom lip.

“ah, here it is.” you mumble as grab the small bottle from the box. you happily make your way over to the diffuser, removing the top and carefully dropping the oils in the lavender infused liquid. it won’t get rid of the smell the purple flowers give off but you know it’ll smell pleasant enough to get timothee to ease up on his complaints.

you sigh softly as stand back in front of your mirror and start removing your clothing. you carefully work on unbuttoning your frilly black lace top and make your way down to your black leather mini skirt. you almost laugh out loud when you catch timothee looking at your through the mirror, almost mesmerized by how the expensive fabrics fall off your delicate body with such ease.

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you sit on the other side of the tub with a thick romance novel in your hands. timothee sits across from you taking hits from his blunt, eyes not daring to leave from your presence. the tangy sweet smell of the rolled and lit sativa dance around nose, slowly seeping into your nostrils.

“are you gonna tell me why you’re in such a terrible mood?” you say after a while of you two sitting in silence. you don’t dare to look up from your book, but you know his eyes are on you. you can feel it.

he waits a minute before he speaks, like he always does when he’s mad. “i didn’t think i’d have to explain myself—he was all over you, yn. and were eating that shit up like—like fucking dinner or something.”

this time you look up from your book for real. you quickly huff and place it on down your towel tray being careful not to knock over some of the lit black pillar candles.

“are you talking about elijah—at the party? because if so, we were just talking. i promise.” you give your boyfriend a sweet smile for extra assurance. timothee’s jealous side always came out at the weirdest times, but you always found it to be cute. his not so subtle eye rolling, the sarcastic comments he mumbles underneath his breath thinking you’re listening (but you are), and the way he pulls you close to his side whenever you two are in public.

“‘didn’t seem like you two were ‘just talking’. ‘was practically eye fucking you.” the boy sulks, his upper body disappearing into the warm bubble filled water. a wave of sadness washes over you when you see his gloomy state, the edges of his face decorated with melancholy like his voice. you slowly move his end of the tub.

“baby, hey, look at me,” your voice so soft, bringing up your hand to caress his beautiful, beautiful face. “it doesn’t matter what he was doing because i love you, okay? you’re my one true love, i don’t want anyone else but you.” his eyes meet yours and you nearly melt; you’re so in love with him, like truly in love with him. you meant every word you said.

“i love you more than gomez loves morticia.” timothee hums as he pulls you into his lap, wrapping his muscular arms around your soft warm body. “but seriously, he’s lucky i didn’t react in the moment. ‘should’ve bitten his neck right then and there.”

“and i’m glad you didn’t!” you giggle as you lay your head back against his toned chest. “imagine all of the unnecessary attention you’d bring upon on yourself. it’s bad enough halloween is like, the only day we can actually be ourselves, babe.”

“true.” timothee responds quietly. “but for you, my love, i’d do anything. you know that.”

you smile to yourself. reaching behind yourself, you pluck the blunt out of your boyfriends fingers and bring it to your pretty pretty lips taking a big hit.

“needed that, thanks baby.” you hum as you hand timothee back his weed. you chuckle lightly as he plants peppery kisses all over your shoulders and neck.

“i need you.” the vampire boy’s voice laced with with honey, silky smooth velvet. hearing him say that—using that tone made you feel things in the places only he’s allowed to touch.

“well, you got me,” turning around to face him, your lips collide with his soft ones without warning. you don’t other fighting for dominance with this one, you know you’re not going to win. and that’s very much fine by you.

you melt into like butter over heat into the kiss; his lips capturing yours in the most blissful ways possible. everything around you becomes splotchy and blurry like a watercolor painting.

it doesn’t take a genius to see what happens next; you’re on top of your beloved boyfriend, riding him slowly and sensually. his soft moans and groans filling the air like a soft melodic night time lullaby. and you swear every time he kisses your neck, you inch closer and closer to climaxing. you gently sink your fangs into his shoulder causing him to laugh. it’s just you, him, and the moonlight.

( &. tags—taglist is under construction! tagging mutuals at the moment. ) @luversgirl @spideylore @claireunoia @diorsitgirl @lueurdoux @dylwrites @tinytulip.

Btw, I got Jormungand on Dislyte I'm so happy 😭 !