#so i could not trust anyone complaining to have any idea what the fuck they were talking about and had to look it up myself

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↳ EVENT 21. Kent (Aphrodisiac)

Pairing: Kent / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 4,568 Warnings: cheating, aphrodisiac, creampie, size difference, petname (kid) Prompt(s): 13 — aphrodisiac Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: kent oh man oh man my beloved <3 im so happy i got to write for him MWAH tysm for giving me this opportunity! it's always fun getting to explore his dirty mind! i was a bit excessive with this one, but i still home u enjoy it!

With the amount of panic lacing your words and the hefty amount of anxiety present in even just your fingertips as you take to tugging his jacket towards, well... Wherever you're planning on taking him, he's got no choice but to follow along, does he? Anyone, under these tense circumstances, would feel the urge to help you; a damsel in distress quite literally begging for his attention. Or at least they should, right? Even if he doesn't know you the best, he still hates to hear the whiny tension in your voice when you mumble for him to hurry up! Every huff and sigh you let out while walking with him tugs on his heart strings about as much as you do his jacket, implores him to do his utmost in helping you just to soothe those whimpers. It's what anyone would do, he thinks. And seeing as he's at least trying to reintegrate himself into the valley lifestyle, he figures there's no harm in doing as you ask and simply following along for now.

This was his first mistake.

He soon comes to learn that you intend on taking him to your farmhouse, hidden away and secluded from the rest of the town— that's when alarm bells should have been ringing in his dense head. But as the reliable man he tries to be, he followed regardless. Put it down to you needing attention towards something sensitive, right? That's why he's all the way out here, with you, alone. Your issue must be serious enough to require privacy, seeking a more mature adult than yourself to help remedy whatever situation you've unfortunately found yourself in. And no matter how often he's asked you to explain yourself on the way over to the farm, those comparatively tiny hands so eagerly yanking him in one direction only, sheer urgency alone pulling him closer towards you until you rush him inside of your home like a caught child; he's still got no idea what it is exactly that you're struggling with.

The next red flag is when you usher him into your bedroom the moment your front door is shut tight. Don't get him wrong, the decor is nice and all, but he's got no idea what could require his tending to in here. His tone questioning just as much as his expression is suspicious when you situate yourself before him panting— that's why you shouldn't have rushed home. Raising his eyebrows at you with: "I'm not so sure we have to be in here to discuss things, but..." despite your adamant encouragement.

"Please, Kent. Just trust me."

And it's not that he's complaining too seriously, he just doesn't understand. Doesn't get why your cheeks are so flushed as you prompt him into sitting on your bed, nor why you seem to bite down on your bottom lip when brushing your fingers against his shoulders. He can't comprehend why his hands itch similarly to yours the longer you seem to hover around him, pacing back and forth with wobbly legs like you can barely stand by yourself any more. For a moment, he finds himself wanting to carry you elsewhere, just so that you can be in his arms. But, he shouldn't, right? That's— That's just a fleeting thought, surely. It's only because you're standing right in front of him, rather than his wife. It's only natural for him to seek to help others, right?

Still, he needs to distract himself from his own thoughts, which is why he takes a strong grip of your wrist; an attempt to get you to stand still for a fucking minute so that you can simply explain yourself, but he quickly retracts his hand the moment he feels how heated your skin is. All prickly and flushed, his mind reeling with the thought that you suit the colour well. A pretty dusting of pink, a full body blush from head to toe. He has to physically shake his head to remove the intrusive thoughts.

"What, yer sick or somethin'?" he recoils, confusion clear to not only hear, but also to see on his face, he's certain. Brows laced before you as you grow closer to him, even as he sits he's still taller than you, isn't he? Exuding patience as he simply waits for your answer, staring you down with the kind of resolve one holds as a parent for a child.

But you neglect to answer him in a timely fashion, instead just chewing on your bottom lip as you shift closer; dangerously so, placing your pretty body between his wide open thighs and— shit, does he really think you're so pretty? How come he's never noticed just how pretty you are before... Pouting sweetly before him like you've done something wrong, his feet twitching with something equally as impatient as your demeanour as a faint sweet smell hits his senses. He's waited long enough for an answer, don't you think?

Again, he pushes on and tries to get you to explain yourself. Approaching you with tenderness that doesn't fit him, an awkward fumbling of words that he can't quite seem to remember given his time away from pretty ladies such as yourself. "C'mon, I can't help ya if ya don't—"

"It's hot, Kent." You sigh, and for a few seconds he's too dumb to speak. Mind blank to your explanation, surely that's not all you have to say.

And besides, he doesn't think that it's hot enough today for it to pose any kind of problem, especially not one that required him to be perched precariously on the edge of your bed like this. So he continues on, rolling his eyes at the ambiguous nature of your explanations.

"Cool down then?" Duh, isn't that obvious? "Don't think y'need my help with that, jus' run a bath or somethin'—"

You cut him off again, and he has half a mind to shut you up himself. Through means unfavourable to his wife, regret immediately surfacing to his cloudy mind. Annoyance at both himself and you existing in his tightly closed fists as you attempt to elaborate a bit further; can you pick up on how he feels right now? How the heat radiating off of you is sticking to his skin too, leaving him feeling all flustered alongside you? He feels a sudden urge to escape resting in his toes, you better not be contagious or— "No, like... Inside. In my body, it feels hot." You prattle on, and his nose scrunches in dissatisfaction.

"A fever?" He asks, taking the situation a bit more seriously now that you're finally divulging important details. He reaches a hand out to place the back against your forehead and a hiss crawls up his throat before swiftly retrieving his burned skin. You are feeling pretty warm. "What can I do t'help?" He offers, but the answer is obvious. Fluids, rest, and pain killers. He's sure you should have them in your house somewhere... But you shouldn't need him to get them for you. After all, you did walk him to your front door, did you not?

"It's— It's a bit more complicated than, ah, than that, I think—"

Loathe it thought he may, the small sigh you let escape when shivering between his legs is nice. Real fuckin' nice. Too fuckin' nice. A refreshing sound to bring his attention off of your doe eyes and instead down to your pretty lips. Of which look oh so kissable right now, glossy with spit, quivering ever so sweetly for him as if attempting to coax him closer.

Ah, he gets it now, you fucking vixen. He should take the opportunity to stand up right now. Walk away from your clearly oblivious body and back home to his wife and kids. Where he should have been by now, on his way home from a morning stroll in Cindersap Forest before you had intercepted him with worry. Even then you were a blushing, shivering mess. Really, that was his first signal, wasn't it? The pull he felt towards helping you, sweet talking him back to your farmhouse without even needing to say anything at all. Like you've got him under an insidious spell; his own cheeks feel a little warmer just by being close to you.

And that fucking scent, like a sweet perfume. He wants to ask what it is that you're wearing, only so that he can buy some for his wife, too. How intoxicating it is to him, luring him into leaning more forward when you continue to shudder into the cool air, as if he was intent on shielding you or something.

"Wanna start from the beginning, then?" He huffs, balling his fists into the sheets under him for any semblance of control, unease resting in his chest at the way he feels as though he lacks it when with you, apparently. A means to hold himself back from doing something he really shouldn't, cursing his inner self when he thinks about how attractive you are when seeking his help. To be relied upon in a situation like this is one of the better feelings this world has to offer, though he really should be withholding it from anyone but his wife. It's difficult to do so, though, when you're practically throwing yourself at him like this. He has always understood you to be easy on the eyes, but not once has he looked upon you like this, like a man starved as his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. Frustration? For fucking sure, willing his pants to remain loose under you when you make a similar sweet sound again, a little gasp for air before answering him.

You must know what you're doing to him, right? And, like, c'mon, he's only a man after all. You couldn't blame him for the way he struggles to hold himself back, would you? Mind growing dizzier by the second, he's never felt this way before— not even with his wife for fucks sake. And somehow, instinctively, he knows that it's your own fucking fault. A rise of bile bubbling to dirty his tongue with a low hum, a judgemental sound that seems only to make your situation worse if the rub of your thighs together is anything to go by. Thought he'd miss that?

"I was, um... Walking through the forest, and..." Right, right. He understood that part. But his jaw his tight, taut with how much he has to restrain himself when your scent is overwhelming his senses. So he refrains from speaking his mind in favour of letting you dig your own metaphorical grave, a pretty picture between his wide thighs. He could probably look at you like this forever; keeping a mental note for safe keeping, or for later? He can't keep up with how fuzzy he feels, all warm and nice... It's only your voice that pulls him out of his leering, and even then he can't help but to lean into it. Like a siren song.

You shudder when he nods for you to continue, and he hates how good it feels to hold such power over you. How soft and small you look just standing there, head hung low in assumed shame, legs trembling under his watchful gaze. Are you scared, little bunny? Worried the big bad wolf is gonna do something bad to you?

Perhaps you should be, because he's a little afraid himself of what his claws can do, too. Sitting staring at you with an urge to bear his fangs, some primal part of him just begging to sink something into you. Claws, teeth, cock?

It's disgusting, really, how strongly he feels right now. The way his tummy burns at the sight of you looking so desperate, needy little thing tripping over your words as you attempt to explain your degenerate behaviour to him. Pheromones wrapping around him so sweetly that he's got no choice but to get drunk off of you. Y'know, you look you cute when you're struggling like that. Trying to get his attention by rolling over to show your tummy? Baby, with the way you've got him feeling already, you needn't have to try at all. He's already enraptured, hanging on to your every word with a twitch in his pants. Gross, right? Deplorable, even, considering he's a married man with two kids.

"Um... So, I saw this, ah— This pretty flower that I've never seen before when, when I was out and I— I sniffed it,"

Fucking idiot, a condescending tut escaping him at your lack of survival skills. Still, he's got no idea what the fuck you're truly talking about, but to unknowingly do something so stupid without considering the fact that there could be adverse effects to what you've just done— some flowers are poisonous, y'know?

But still he allows you room to continue. Folds his arms in front of him like a disapproving father would, but listens nonetheless. Doing his best to ignore the ache in his core when you flutter your lashes at him so cutely, still sighing and huffing away to yourself with assumed heat. "It— I mean it smelled good, y'know? Maybe... A little too sweet? But— That doesn't matter, what matters is— fuck, sorry. Um, point being that about five minutes later I started feeling... Funny."

"Funny how?" He asks sternly. Funny like me? Like how he's feeling sick to his stomach, a weird flutter in his chest at the way you gaze at him through half lids.

"Like... Like hot! Like I said, it feels hot, right... Um, sorry, this is embarrassing but... Here."

Pointing at your tummy, or perhaps a little lower... Right at your womb? You're right, that is embarrassing for you, and it should also be mortifying for him; he should feel horrified to be staring at where your womb lies with anything but disgusting. Adoration coating his gaze as he tilts his head to the side in curiosity, lifting his hand to meet your height as he rubs a thumb along the spot, under your clothes that you've so helpfully lifted in order to showcase the location of your issue.

But that was an immediate fucking mistake wasn't it? Proven when you openly moan as soon as his thumb touches your overheated skin, instinct convincing him to press into your womb harder, to rub the skin across your own in an effort to leave his mark. There's no use in hiding his hard on now, fuck, he's not got a hope in Hell of even attempting to conceal how hard his cock throbs for your sweet whimpers, a brief empty pause shared between what should be ashamed parties, but instead; greed. A palpable lust for more, felt in how your tummy jerks against his touch, hips bucked towards him just a miniscule amount, but still he catches it. And how his hands immediately grip too tightly to your hips, magnetic to your heated skin, a need to soothe you buried deep in his chest. Poor little thing, you're just so small compared to him, aren't you? So easy to lift, hauled up over his shoulder so that he can groan loudly at the innocent squeaks you let out. If only you hadn't went and fucked up today, roping him into your little mishap by way of pouting and prancing that pretty body around in front of him— fuck, he shouldn't be doing this. Throwing you down on your bed, unceremoniously flipping you onto your stomach so that you can't see just how much you affect him, how happy he is to be graced by the sight of your cute ass immediately wiggling in the air for him for you're in position. Just for him, yeah? All of this, those tiny fists bunched into your sheets, the harsh gulps of air as his hands reattach to your hips, effectively knocking the wind outta ya without so much as being inside. Isn't that just so fucking cute? Such a pretty girl, begging for him like that. It's been a long time since he's been in this kind of situation, and if he's honest, he never thought he'd be standing behind someone like this ever again. Frozen, cock just aching in his pants as it attempts to tent your way, jerking against the rough fabric of his jeans with a sense of urgency he's not use to; not even since coming back home to his wife. Things just haven't been the same, have they?

Did you notice, too? Is that why you sought out his comfort rather than anyone else's? Or is he just some passable cheap fuck, a first come first served affair into your wanting hole. He's not sure which is worse, squeezing his eyes shut to blink at you a few times; is this real? Are you really face down, ass up on your bed right now? Are you really shaking your ass from side to side, an open invitation to take exactly what he so desperately needs from you, something in the pit of his stomach urging him to take you up on that offer, an unforeseen force puppeting his greedy hand to his leaking cock, thumbing at it through the jeans for just a few seconds before he hurriedly, frantically, tugs them down with his underwear. Letting his cock spring free with a hefty slap! against his tummy, drooling some more precum for you when you clearly moan at the sound.

And he shouldn't. Fuck, he really shouldn't. Perverted paw already jerking his cock up and down to the sole sight of your ass, driven to experimentally flip your skirt up only to suck in air at the sight of your soaked panties. The fist on his cock grows tighter yet, already pumping at himself faster as he swallows thickly; a subconscious want to eat you out dry? Perhaps, but he blames it on that fucking stink you have attached to you and how it only grows in strength as he fucks his fist to your backside. Makes his head all empty, trying his best to hold on to the last remaining scraps of self control he has, fighting with himself to tuck his cock back into his jeans and to pretend he never even saw you today.

But fuck it feels so good to stroke himself to the sight of you. Watching the stain on your panties grow larger the longer he makes you wait, practically bending over himself from how sensitive his drooling tip is. Just lightly brushing against it with his tight fist is enough to leave him panting in satisfaction; he's never been so fucking hard before in his life.

All thanks to you. Whining, pathetic, ass up in the air, sticky panty wearing, you.

It's infuriating how much he loves the sight of you submitting like so, fucking his fist a few times before dumbly inching closer. Enough to let you feel the weight of his cock prodding at your clothed hole, forced into simulating the act of sex itself the second he rubs against your sheer panties with greedy humps. God, he's just so fucking desperate for it all of a sudden. Needs to wet his cock as soon as possible, an indescribable yearning for you tucked away behind his heart, snaking its way down to his tummy and finally resting in his balls as he stupidly pulls your panties to the side.

And then it's immediately over for him, isn't it? Not a single word shared and he's already pushing his drooling cock into your hot cunt. The sheer tightness that greets him as you involuntarily clench around his length is irritating in how fucking good it feels; his voice coming out strained and upset with "Are y'being fuckin' serious? Fuck, kid. So fuckin' tight for me, y'need it that bad?"

It's not really a question. Not when he can tell how genuine you are in your need to be dicked down, whining and mumbling into your sheets, a cute babble off appreciation for how well his fat cock stretches you out. And he's not even sure if he can fit it all the way in, offering you little fucks to help coat his whole cock in your slick to hopefully make the glide a bit easier. He might be out of his fucking mind right now, but he still has the decency to make things easier on you. But the fire in his tummy begs him to continue. The nails digging into your ass plead for more. The way you whine a high pitched please! motivates him to push all the way in anyway, forcing you to take his full length whether you're comfortable with it or not.

And then he just can't seem to stop. Enticed into fucking you too fast and too hard by the spell you have him under, the sickeningly sweet scent emanating from you whispering sweet nothings in his ear, the way your gushy cunt just seems to suck him in deeper, begging for his cock to fuck harder with every heavy stroke he offers it. Like he's not fully there, dumb to his surroundings besides the loud slap of wet skin on skin ringing in his ears, and the too good pressure on the tip of his cock, every single pulse of your cunt squirming around his girth prompting a rough moan to crawl up his tight throat. Until he starts to clench his teeth in focus, resolved to only let out rushed exhales so that he can instead focus on your pretty whines. The squeak of your bed from under his unfair thrusts, lifting to his tip toes and pressing a hand on your upper back for stability; the deeper angle he's able to fuck your tiny cunt with leaves even him breathless from how downright fucking good it feels. So fucking addictive, being inside of you. His whole body thrown behind each thrust to leave you gasping, struggling to keep up with his selfish thrusts as he seeks only to help you out— but that's not exactly true, is it?

No, he wants to feel good too. He's come this far in the affair, neglecting his lonely wife at home who's probably waiting patiently for his return, all while he's balls deep in some other young cunt that just seemed to offer itself up to him. Falling on top of you like a dog, still yet humping despite the pang of guilt in his heaving chest. It's just— "God you feel so fuckin' good, tight fuckin' cunt, yeah? Needed t'be properly fucked, s'at all?"

He doesn't need you to reply, happy enough just to hear you struggling to respond, scrambling your hands on the bed as if you were trying to escape his greedy thrusts; but he's just so much bigger than you, isn't he? So much stronger, keeping you on the end of his throbbing cock simply because he wants to feel good too. Convinced that if he fucks you all better, then the spell will be broken. It has to be, right? His hand instinctively coming down between your legs to rub rough circles against your clit, a soft tut falling from his lips when you moan a repeat of his name so prettily that he can't help but to stutter his hips against you. Opening his mouth to say something, anything to take the focus off of how well your little cunt squeezes his fat cock, distract him from just how much he loves being buried balls deep in your tight hole, how he doesn't want tonight to end because he can't bare the thought of going back to his wife; not in the least because it feels better to be fucking into you rather than her. He wants to make you feel better, that's all, right? He's just— just helping a friend out. Repeatedly fucking his greedy cock into you just to help you out. Fuck, he wants to make you cry, too. So desperately needs to see fat tears rolling down your rosy cheeks as he pounds you into the sheets below, pressing his nose to your neck to inhale some more of the lewd scent you seem to be exuding.

It's easier to circle your clit when his brain is switched off. Simply moving with the motions as his lips press eagerly against your neck, opening his mouth just a little to let you feel his teeth graze against your sensitive spot every time his hips fuck you forward.

And he knows that you're close when one of your hands manoeuvres under your body to grab at his wrist. Are you begging for him to stop now? A laugh escapes him, all broken and barely there from the amount of moans that follow it. You're getting so tight around him, as if pleading for him to not leave. So cute, how honest your body is for him. A few more circles of your clit and you're falling apart on his cock already, you must be just as sensitive as he is, your insides squelching and squeezing all along his length as he stands upright again; not allowing you a single second for even a breather as he selfishly fucks you through your orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sound of your high pitched and croaky sobs, whining all pretty for him when he pulls your ass back to meet his every greedy thrust.

So frantic with his fucks, treating you more like a toy than anything else as you cream his cock, sinking into the too good feeling over and over again until he inevitably dumps a load into your hole as reward. Fucking you so full of it that it seeps out with his continued milking thrusts, repeatedly pressing on your lower back with one hand to keep your cunt sucking his cock empty while his other hand cards through his hair, only just now realising how sticky with sweat he is.

It makes sense, given the heat you've shared with him. His breathing ragged above you, eyes squeezing shut as he fucks into your brimming with cum cunt— the sticky substance that drips from your used hole and onto his emptied balls would ordinarily lead him to sober up from the experience; baby needs some aftercare?

But rather than offering him clarity, the wetness that still yet drips down your thighs only turns him on more, warming his cock in your tight, cum stained cunt, until he starts to soften.

Only, he doesn't. Cock still pulsing inside of you despite fucking you full, your cunt still attempting to nurse him into movement again. He merely sighs in response, bracing himself before pulling out anyway, hips humping the air immediately upon hearing your whines at the loss of contact.

"S'okay. Y'need more, dont'cha?" He coos down at you affectionately, gently helping you to lay down on your back on the bed for a round two.

And, seeing as he's already claimed your insides, he figures it shouldn't be too much of an issue to show you his face this time round. In spite of the guilt gnawing at his heart; you feel too good to give up. "Jus' keep this a secret, and y'can have as much of me as y'like, okay?"

#500 event! #sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv kent smut #stardew valley kent smut #i edited this when i was so fuckin tired so i hope there aren't any obvious issues w it #so sorry if so

[atlabeth]

Girl for one get that glass of water! andddd this is a loose request but I LOVE knight Luke and we just gotta see them have that cinderella live action ball scene like romantic dancing maybe the secret garden as well but either way we gotta see these gals at a ball! Have a great day you're an amazing writer!

under the moonlight

fic about the ball

pairing: knight!luke castellan x princess!reader

a/n: thank you so much for this request it is so fucking cute lmao. i changed it a bit to make it work with my vision (bc they wouldn’t really be able to dance at a ball) but the core is that they're dancing together!!! and it is much more intimate and personal lol. here is the cinderella scene that the ask mentioned (and that i took inspo from because it's a beautiful scene lol)

wc: 2.5k

warning(s): basically all fluff

as usual, a mix of hcs and traditional fic!

ALRIGHT LAST TIME WE LEFT OFF princess was dancing with princes during the ball and luke was sulking at his first ever ball accompanying you as a knight 

and thankfully, that all goes okay. 

You don’t get murdered, Luke only goes slightly insane, and you don’t fall head over heels for any royals. 

All in all, a pretty alright night in retrospect. 

But post-ball is rough on both of you. 

You complain about how much your feet hurt from your heels and how uncomfortable your dress is and how your cheeks ache from smiling so much. 

To your surprise, as Luke follows you down the halls, he laughs. 

You stop in your tracks as you whirl around. “And what do you find so funny?”

“Nothing,” he says with a slight smile, almost private. “Just… good to be back with you, princess.”

A small smile of your own starts to creep on your lips. “It was only half the night, Luke.”

“And you have no idea how much I missed you,” he muses. 

You just shake your head and continue walking. “You’re funny.”

(he’s not joking. he’s just going through it now that he’s not training 24/7 and actually has time to feel emotions again) 

You finally get back to your room—thankfully, you got out of any post-ball events with any princes by citing exhaustion, and it’s very rude to demand more of an exhausted lady—and Luke shuts the door behind you as you sink into the edge of your bed. 

“God,” you groan as you immediately peel your heels off, letting out a sigh of relief. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to those.”

“If it’s any help, you looked very regal out there,” Luke says.

“It is my duty,” you say as you smile inwardly. “You looked very knightly out there.”

“And that’s my duty,” he says in kind. He gets a chuckle out of you. 

You begin to take everything off—you undo your hair from whatever elaborate style it was in, you strip your wrists and fingers bare of bracelets, bangles, and rings (though you leave a certain necklace on), you undo parts of your dress. When you take your nightgown from your chest and go behind your folding screen, Luke clears his throat. 

“Princess,” Luke says, “do you want me to—?”

“You can stay,” you say. “I don’t mind.”

And Luke, idiot that he is, gets all in his head. 

(Does she not want me to leave because she doesn’t even see me as someone who could like her like that???) (We’ve been friends for so long, does she just see me as an older brother???) (Does this mean she trusts me or sees me as like. a painting on the wall.) (what the fuck) 

It’s not any of those, poor boy. it’s just that you feel more comfortable around him than anyone because you’ve been around each other for your entire life—he knows you better than anyone. What’s the harm in him being in the room when you’re separated by a folding screen anyway?

but Luke is dramatic and also so fucking insecure when it comes to your feelings for him lmao 

and he has a reason to be i guess?? because at this point while he knows that he has feelings for you (hasn’t fully realized he’s in love) you haven’t realized your own. you just think you have a lingering childhood crush on Luke and it’ll go away as you get older and start being courted 

(spoiler alert: it will not go away.) 

so he gets all weird and silent, giving one word responses as you talk with him, and when you come out in your nightgown you immediately stare him down. 

“Luke,” you said, “what’s wrong?” 

He blinked, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say anything. “Nothing.” 

“Luke,” you repeated. “Come on.” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” he repeated as well. 

You crossed your arms. “Don’t act like I don’t know every single thing about you.” 

“If you do, then you should know that nothing is wrong,” he countered. 

You stared at him for a moment more, then you held out your hand. “Dance with me, then.” 

That actually seemed to throw him off guard as he frowned. “What?” 

“Did you go deaf back there?” you joked. “I want you to dance with me.” 

He managed a smile, though it was slightly awkward. It only made your smile grow. “I don’t dance, princess.” 

“Which is why I’ll teach you,” you said with a nod. “I’ve had plenty of practice.” 

“And I have none.” Luke gestured at his armor. “I’m not exactly suited for it, either.” 

“You can take off your armor,” you said. “It’ll make it all much easier. And a lot quieter.” 

“My job is to protect you, princess.” Luke laid his hand on the hilt of his sword. “I can’t exactly defend you if all the armor’s gone.” 

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. He really did worry too much. “Nothing’s going to happen here, Luke—not now. I’ll even let you keep your sword with you if it matters that much.” 

He still didn’t seem sure. You inclined your head and took another step forward, still holding out your hand. 

“I’ll count you through it all,” you promised. “And if you like, I can hum one of those orchestra tunes they played earlier tonight. And I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

“...Fine,” Luke relented, and he started undoing his armor. “But you don’t tell anyone about this.” 

“Your secret is safe with me,” you remarked. 

It took a fair amount of time for Luke to get his armor off, but it took just as long for you to get every layer of your ball gown off earlier—and besides, you had endless patience reserved especially for him. The toned forearms revealed as he rolled his sleeves up certainly helped. 

“Are you ready?” you asked as you held out your hand again. 

Luke took it uncertainly. “I feel as if I’m the one meant to be asking you that.” 

“You can lead next time we train together,” you said with a smile. “For now, you’re in my domain.” 

You put Luke’s hand on your waist and reached for his other one, adjusting until it was right, then you looked up at him. “Does that feel alright?” 

His eyes were startlingly dark this close, surprisingly intense. He nodded. 

“Good. I’m going to teach you a few basic steps so you can get used to it.” 

Luke nodded again. You wondered why words seemed behind his grasp. 

yeah girlie I wonder why 

Luke is. not a great dancer 

You’re not surprised, and you don’t say a single word about it as you teach him the basics. he spent his childhood swinging a sword around, and you spent yours learning etiquette and ballroom dances lol 

He steps on your foot about ten times and apologizes like a freak every time, you just laugh and smile and tell him you’re fine. Sure, your slippers don’t provide much protection and Luke’s boots aren’t great against them but you honestly don’t even feel it. you’re too busy getting lost in his eyes lol 

And for someone who spent two years training like an insane person, he gets frustrated very easily when things don’t go his way. 

“How do you do this? It’s impossible.” 

“I learned this dance when I was twelve, Luke.” 

as much as you jest while you’re teaching him the basics you’re encouraging him the entire time because he’s your best friend above all else!!! and you honestly believe he can do anything lmao 

And he’s a quick learner! He didn’t become the youngest kingsguard in history by learning slowly. So soon enough, you’re actually dancing together. 

Luke’s hand on your back feels like the most natural thing in the world, and you can tell he’s actually starting to get a little into it. 

You didn’t have to count your steps off anymore, so you’d switched to humming one of your favorite symphonies from the musicians back in Aurelda. 

Luke is still focused on landing every move, but your lead and the music gives him confidence in this that he didn’t really know he had. He spins you, and you get an idea as you twirl your way to the balcony door. You open it and look back at him. 

“Princess—” Luke starts as he takes a few steps towards you, but you just shake your head with a grin and hold out your hand. 

“Trust me.” 

And he does, somehow. 

You didn’t know what part of himself Luke had to get to in order to actually go along with this, but he allowed you to fully take the lead. His eyes never left yours as you guided him through one of your favorite dances—sometimes you called out whatever move that was coming next, and he would do it perfectly. His instincts and reaction time, sharply honed by his training, actually came in handy. 

“And lift!” 

Luke braced his hands on your waist as he raised you into the air without missing a beat, and you found yourself actually laughing with pure glee as you landed. You grinned at Luke who had a smile smaller than yours, but that you knew meant the same. He glowed with exertion and the light of the full moon shone down on him. 

Angelic was the only word you could think of to describe him. 

“Princess,” he said, bringing you back to the real world, “are we done?” 

“I see no reason not to end while we’re ahead,” you said, slightly out of breath from his lift. “You’re a natural. Are you sure you’re not a prince?” 

Luke’s smile didn’t fully reach his eyes for the slightest moment—he covered it up before you could fully analyze it. “Thankfully, I’m not. Otherwise I would have had to do that all my life like you.” 

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” you said offhandedly. “Especially when you’ve got such a great partner.” 

Luke suddenly lowered himself into a bow, his arm held in front of his chest as he bent over. You couldn’t stifle your laugh in time, but he was smiling when he rose. 

“The only proper way to truly end a dance, so I’ve seen,” he said. “I wouldn’t be such a great partner if I forgot that.” 

You grinned as you took the skirt of your nightgown in your hands and bobbed into a curtsy. “Thank you for the reminder, my lord.” 

A shiver ran through you and Luke’s eyebrows creased. “You should get back inside. You’re not dressed at all for this weather.” 

“It’s simply a night chill,” you said, and you walked over to the railing and rested your forearms on it. “And it’s too beautiful a night to ignore.” 

“It truly is.” 

You heard Luke walk up next to you, so you glanced over. His gaze was only set on you. 

You felt your cheeks flush and you bit back your smile as you stared back up at the stars. For a moment, you stood together in comfortable silence. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you finally said. 

You could hear his frown in his words. “What do you mean?” 

“Exactly what I said.” You leaned a bit closer to the railing, shifting your balance. “Your presence always… calms me. And I was a bit nervous for tonight.” 

When Luke finally responded, it was more restrained than usual. “Why?” 

“Well, I was nervous tonight because you put the idea in my head that I was going to get murdered,” you said wryly. “And your presence calms me because it always has.” 

“So… I made you nervous and calmed you down for what I made you nervous about?” Luke shook his head. “I’m sorry, princess.” 

“Why are you apologizing?” You finally turned to look at him, the smallest smile on your lips. “Anytime I got overwhelmed on the floor, or felt as if I was going to keel over from boredom, I just searched around until I found you.” You shrugged. “The sight of you alone was enough to get me through the rest of it.” 

“And of course,” you tipped a shoulder as your gaze drifted back to the stars, “you danced with me for no reason. That gives you all the good will you need from me.” 

“It wasn’t for no reason,” he said. “It made you happy. That’s reason enough for me.” 

The chill in the air was a blessing as you felt heat rise in your cheeks, and your smile grew just so. 

“Besides.” You could feel his eyes on you as he continued. “This was my first ball. Anytime I got overwhelmed, I would find you in the crowd, and your confidence got me through it.” 

You chuckled as your gaze fell to the marble railing. You didn’t know if you’ve ever felt less confident at a ball—but knowing that Luke was looking for you the same way you did him made butterflies arise in your stomach. 

Warmth spurned all through you, and the fingers on your forearms felt bumps rise on your skin. You didn’t exactly know what possessed you as you cleared your throat and started back towards your room. 

“It’s late,” you said, perhaps a bit too hasty. “We— we should turn in. It’s going to be a long ride back to Aurelda.” 

You paused at the door, waiting to hear Luke’s footsteps or his voice, and it took a few seconds for him to do anything. 

“...Yes,” he eventually said. “I apologize for keeping you so long.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself as you opened the door and walked back in. Always so noble—it was no question he had knight’s blood in his veins. 

“It’s not your fault, Luke,” you said. “You were just meant to drop me off—I got you to stay.” 

You sat on the side of your bed as Luke put his armor back on. There was no point in it, but he refused to let the implications of him leaving your room at this hour in his underclothes fester. 

“I chose to stay,” he said. “I know better.” 

“You can give it a rest for a night, Luke,” you said with a slight laugh. “I’m your princess, aren’t I?” 

“Certainly.” 

“And you are my knight.” 

“Yes.” 

“Then I don’t see how anyone could have a problem with my knight spending time with me.” You smiled as you leaned forward, meeting his eyes. A smile twitched on his lips for just a moment before he continued to get dressed. 

Soon enough, he was ready to go. Luke paused at the door, fingers on the handle, and met your eyes. 

“Thank you again for tonight, princess,” he said. “I…” 

His breath caught for a moment. His eyes flickered down to your neck. A millisecond later, they were back at eye level, and you allowed a knowing smile. 

“I enjoyed it,” he murmured. “Goodnight, princess.” 

“Goodnight, Luke,” you said softly. 

And you got one more smile out of him before he closed the door behind him. 

#IF I EVER DO NOT DO THE “IT'S BEAUTIFUL” “YEAH IT IS” *LOOKING AT THEM* TROPE THEN I AM DEAD I AM DEADDDD DO YOU HEAR ME #posting at midnight because i once again have no self control #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan headcanon #luke castellan au #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #x reader #knight!luke #sadie writes

[vampiretendencies]

Hiii babes this my first time ever requesting anything for anyone but could you do a JJ Maybank headcannon of dating him (I love those) or a blurb of when he comes back from surfing and cuddles the reader? I love ya!

IDCNTLIKEDARNESS MILESTONE EVENT ★

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings; fluff, suggestive

authors note; i’m going to do both !! i just can’t resist and i feel like both of your ideas would complement this event well. thank you for trusting me with your first request.

masterlist — jj maybank masterlist

JJ nearly washed up with the shore, waves tumbling off of the backs of his ankles.

Board shorts sticking to his flesh, accentuating his tanned, sinewy thighs. The sun accentuated it’s rays, on the shore— perfect for the ‘tan’ you were supposed to be getting. Really though, it was a mere excuse to see JJ surf, anything that brought the slightest quirk to his features always brought you to the most vivid state of joy in turn.

And the view, no, not the orange and pink hue painted sky but the one that is approaching you. The one that’s abs are evenly carved into the muscles of his stomach, with slick blonde tresses that are laced with water whilst a sloppy smile is plastered on his face at the sight of you. You however, had a scrunched nose and a skimpy bathing suit that was currently riding up— you’d admit it was only to fluster JJ, which always worked.

“Couldn’t take it any longer, I was having withdrawals.”

His breathless figure, throws his cherry rouge surf board down beside you. Taking your near naked figure in on such a dainty towel, and his crystal orbs nearly bulge out of his skull.

“From what?”

Clueless, JJ kicks sand as he’s making his way around you. Body towering over yours— his standing stature overlaps yours, legs separated whilst his feet were on either side of you. And the last thing you were expecting was for him to sit directly on top of your legs— a cushion for what he was really after.

“Your ass,” he toys with the material of your bathing suit, poking and prodding the flesh with grabby hands. Nearly kneading it in a way, as if his calloused fingertips were meant to do so.

With a scoff, you reach your arm back to swat his hand away. As it was a public place, but by any means necessary JJ doesn’t give a fuck. “Just my ass?”

“Maybe you … just a little baby,” he half-joked. Humming to himself, the intenseness of the waves he surfed began to catch up to him more rapidly than he would’ve liked.

“Mhm.”

You hummed, the weight of JJ then shifts— losing the feeling in your legs from your lover having placed his full weight there. Though that was petty to what he does now, he encapsulates you— lying his stomach against your back, allowing the rest of his limbs to mimic yours. Lying directly on top of you, air knocked from your lungs. Sinking in with the grains of sand.

“Need a cuddle, pretty girl.”

His head rests on the back of your shoulder, skin that was once dry is now soaked— but you couldn’t seem to complain about that, only the crushing limbs atop yours. He places loose, lingering pecks to the back of your neck, every one more leisurely with the more exhausted he grew.

“You’re squishing me J.”

The shush he gave you, rippled through your skin, having left his lips in the open space. Hooded eyes, falling low, trying to stay awake even in the slightest.

“Squishin’ you with love” he mumbled, babbling almost— as he can’t make out words. “Givin’ you all my love, baby.”

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[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

First day

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Alex Vause x reader

!!TW: mention of murder and vague drug mention!!

Work count:: 1.2k (not proof read)

Alex POV: (Alex and Piper aren't together in this)

I walked into the cafeteria and joined the que to get lunch, another day of sloppy something, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum, I can't complain though because it's better than nothing and if I do complain Red will starve me out. Brushing off hat thought, I get my food and saunter over to a table with some of my friends on it, Morello, Chapman and Nicky.  I take a seat and listen in on their conversation. 

Nicky - "No c'mon, she's hot."

Piper - "I agree, I mean have you seen her. The eyes, hair the hair!" dragging out the r sound at the end as if to make a point.

Alex - "Who you talking about?"

Nicky - "That new girl that showed up in the van this morning, she's very good lookin' although she's been crying in the bathroom since she got here so maybe not the most stable girl in here."

Morello - "There's worse trust me, and besides why are you all getting so worked up about this? Yeah she's nice to look at but what if she has someone outside of here? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or someone, she might even be married for all you know?"

Nicky - "Yeah but you said it, she's nice to look at tuts, she's gunna be getting looks from all over. If she stops crying of course."

At this point my interest was piqued and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so once I'd sat, had a tal and eaten my food I was going to go find this mystery girl and find out if they're actually telling the truth.

Y/n POV:

I can't believe I actually did that. I killed her. I killed my own mother. I keep telling myself it was the only way out but everytime I think about it the guilt and self resentment creeps back in. My mum had munchausen by proxy and she made me believe I was sick and could walk or do practically anything by myself. I really didn't see any other way out so, one night I just did it. Obviously I feel terrible and wish I'd never done it but, there really was no other way out. Anyway, it's done now and I'm in jail, thankfully not maximum security because people could see my side of the story and saw I wasn't just a cold-blooded killer. 

I've been at Litchfield a little over 5 hours now and as soon as I was allowed to go off and do my thing, I went straight for the bathroom and I've been crying ever since. Somehow, I managed to get the only stall with a door so thankfully people can't just watch me cry, hear me yes but watch, no.

All day people have been staring and I don't know why. Maybe they think I'm fucked up for what I did or something. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on the door. 

Alex - "Hey, you okay in there? Stupid question I know because well, you're crying but I still feel like I have to ask."

I bite my lip and sigh before responding, I didn't expect anyone to actually care.

Y/n -  "Uhm- yeah, I guess I'm okay. Not my ideal situation but you know, life goes on."

Alex - "Yeah well you got that one right."

After that a not awkward but not totally comfortable silence fell over us. I slowly stood up and unlocked the door. I stepped out and tried to dry my face from the copious amount of tears I'd shead in the past hours of being here. Instantly this woman picked up on it and gently held my face in one hand and helped me wipe my tears with the other.

Alex - "You'll be okay, I'm going to be brutally honest with you, the first few days are actual hell, you'll miss everything and everyone but, I'll be here is you ever want to talk about it okay? Oh, and I'm Alex by the way, but everyone calls me Vause, it's my last name." 

I smiled at Alex and nodded my head a small thank you leaving my lips. She pulled me into her embrace and held me tight. 

Alex - "You know, they were right."

I was confused because I had not a single idea what she was going on about. So, I pulled my head slightly away from her shoulder and looked at her.

Y/n - "What do you mean? Who's right?"

Alex - "Oh just my friends, they said some stiff about how you were really good looking and what not."

You felt a blush creep across my face as you looked into her gorgeous green eyes only now just realising after looking a her properly just how beautiful she really was. A sly smirk found it's way onto her lips before she spoke again. 

Alex - "Hey, don't get all shy on me now."

A she said that her hand found it's way to my waist as she pulled me closer again. Whilst she trailed her other hand up my body and hooked a finger around my chin so I'd look her in the eyes.

Y/n - "You really mean it?"

Alex - "Of course I do, I mean I've known you what, like 2 minutes and I'm already calling you beautiful I think that speaks for itself ." 

I giggle a bit and looked down in an attempt to hide my flustered face yet again, knowing she was right. I looked her in the eyes again only to see her eyes had never left me and she had a wide smile of her face. 

Alex POV:

I looked down slightly because I was a bit taller than her and just marvelled at this gorgeous girl in front of me she had glowing y/h/c hair and shining y/e/c eyes, her smile could light up a room and her laugh was so fucking adorable. Normally, I'm not the one to fall over small stuff like this but she was different,  I don't know why, she just was.

She looked me back in the eyes and I couldn't help myself anymore, I leaned in and captured her lips in mine. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her hand found their way into my hair while mine rested on the small of her back keeping her safe in my arms. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she happily agreed. She tugged on my hair a little so in return I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and she let out a small breathy moan which was almost silent but, I could still hear it. We broke away for ir and as soon as we separated we crashed our lips back together hungrily. She was almost as addictive as some of the things women in the jail used to do. 

Just as things were getting heated someone burts into the bathroom.

Healy - "INMATES NO LESBIAN ACTIVITY ALLOWED!"

We both untangled ourselves from each other and apologised. As he left I whispered in her ear. 

Y/n POV:

Alex - "He won't catch us tonight sweetheart don't worry. I'll have you all to myself, I'll make you feel better."

She then gave me a final eck on the lips and walked out the bathroom. Oh man, I was not going to get much sleep on my first night in prison.

#alex vause #laura prepon #oitnb icons #orange is the new black #alex vause x reader #wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw pride #lesbian #lesbian pride #sapphic #bisexual

[avavolturi]

Bloody Kisses

Content Warning ⚠️ 🌹🌹Mild smut/BDSM undertones 🌹🌹 co-author @quidditchflyer

Icy cold hands clamped down on my upper arms and pulled me along the chilly hallway of a sprawling castle. No matter the resistance I put up, Arlo’s strength was above mine. He had snatched me off the street, an innocent tourist from America.

“Please..don’t do this!!” I asked of him, but he marched me onward.

“I believe you’ll find yourself quite comfortable here. Anything you want is yours, anything at all,” he spoke so perfectly and cleanly, from a completely different era.

“Don’t let him kill me!!!” I sobbed as I was pushed through the chamber doors of Caius Volturi.

“That’s not up to me, now is it? You’re a gift, so act accordingly. Chin up, no tears,” Arlo said to me with cheer, like a father giving away his daughter at her wedding.

Caius looked up from his book, casting curious eyes my way. His blood red irises chilled be to my bones. My lips trembled as I stared back, eyes wide with terror. The doors were shut behind me, leaving me alone with the cruelest vampire known. Temperamental, prone to violence, and a sexual deviant.

“Welcome. I’ll do my best to make you comfortable and well looked after,” he began, staring me directly in the eyes. “I have a gift for you.”

I wiped tears from my cheeks, trying to not visibly shake. Caius Volturi reached into a drawer by his luxurious bed, producing a silky red box.

“Vampires don’t sleep,” I stated simply as he approached me.

“No, but humans do. Open the box.”

He placed it in my hands and I did as instructed. Nestled in a pillow of red silk was the most striking diamond ring I had ever seen.

“What?”

Caius touched my cheek with cold fingers, unsmiling, and slid the ring on the appropriate finger.

“I’ve been forced to choose another mate. So I chose you. They’ve read your memories..who you are. They think you’ll be a good fit once you’ve gone through the transformation,” he told me in a flat, monotone voice, seemingly annoyed with my presence.

“What happened to..?” I asked before I could remember to hold my tongue.

“I killed her for disobedience.”

Instantly, I shut my mouth and dropped my eyes to my feet.

He lifted my chin with his index finger to make me meet his gaze. “That won’t happen to you. If anyone else touches you, bothers you in any way, I’ll make them dig their own grave.”

I trusted that he was serious, as he didn’t seem to have a sense of humor. “Wh-what do you want me to call you??”

“By my first name, preferably. But I don’t mind a nickname,” he said to me quietly, melting a little around the edges. “Also, we need to see if we’re sexually compatible.”

“You..you’ll break every bone in my body!!” I protested, but I’m hushed by icy cold lips on mine. I recoiled from the undesired attention, but I caught a trace of his scent. Sweet..yet floral and earthy. He smelled so good..

“I have many lifetimes worth of experience,” he told me confidently, cracking a smirk. “But I don’t think I need to be gentle with you.”

I nodded, on the edge of a total anxiety meltdown. Caius showed me no comfort, no kind words.

“Wow,” I breathed, forgetting royal vampire etiquette as I looked him in the eyes. “You’re..beautiful.”

“I know,” he said flatly.

“What should I do now?”

“May I touch you?”

I was shocked by this..a vampire asking for consent to touch me. “Yes. I’m just..nervous.”

He grinned wider, assuming I was a virgin. Caius was delighted by the idea of making me bleed. “First time?”

“No. You’re fucking scary.”

“You’re awful bold, you know that? But..I am pleased by what I see. Show me more,” Caius told me with a sultry tone of voice, hands wanting to roam my body.

I stripped and left my clothes in a pile on the floor. Shivering, I complained of being cold and he made sure the room was warmed to my liking.

Caius looked me over with intense excitement, and I slipped into bed. He followed, slowly dropping his clothes as well. I couldn’t help but stare him up and down, in awe of his physical perfection. My body couldn’t help but react to him, turned on by his sugary sweet scent. He watched me staring as he joined me in the bed, completely nude.

“This is yours, forever, if you live through the change,” he told me softly, taking my hand and placing it on his chilled body.

Caius smiled as he lowered my hand til he wrapped it around his cock. Automatically, I stroked him slowly before taking him into my mouth. He purred with pleasure as he began warming to human body temperature with my touch. He pulled me away and tried to kiss me, but I was scared of getting nicked by his razor sharp teeth.

“I know what I’m doing,” he snapped loudly, hand clamped on my face. He smiled as I winced in pain.

I nodded quickly and Caius kissed me hard, his lips tasting like honey. He was as sweet as he smelled, and I loved it. Unable to hold back, I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed a handful of his blonde hair.

“Please..” I whimpered in his ear.

He carefully slid inside of me and I spent a passionate night in the arms of my personal devil.

I had been a resident of the Volturi castle for a month. Other residents looked on me with disgust, but don’t dare bother me. I quickly learned just how feared the Volturi kings were, especially Caius. However, Jane cornered me one evening in the massive library where I sat reading.

“You deserve to die.”

“Why? Because I’m human?” I snapped back with sarcasm.

“You don’t belong here. Vampires of his status deserve royal mates,” Jane replied, her cold monotone never changing.

“You jealous, Jane? Caius already told me everything about everyone. Especially about your bullshit,” I responded with equal coolness, flipping the page. “Touch me, and Caius will have you buried alive in chains.”

I wasn’t aware that Caius was actually listening in on this exchange at first. But I felt a tingly sensation in my spine and I flicked my eyes in his direction. Biting back a grin, I waved at him and he smiled as he came out of the shadows.

“Get out,” he snarled at her, and Jane actually obeyed.

As soon as she was gone, he sat next to me and caressed my cheek. I leaned into his touch, stretching out on the lush couch to lie in his lap.

“It’s time,” he announced quietly, running his cold fingers through my hair.

Determined to go through this with my dignity intact, I stood up and allowed him to take my hand. He led me to a special room specifically meant for feeding purposes, and I had never been more fearful in my entire life. I was facing my own mortality with only a 50/50 chance of surviving the next 3 days.

Arlo, Marcus, and Jane were present as official witnesses to the occasion, following the vampiric laws. I tried to numb myself as protection from my emotions, but that failed me when Caius Volturi got the event going.

“I’ve chosen you as my mate. You will be transformed from human to vampire, of royal status. Over the next three days, you will change. And yes, it will be the most painful experience of your life,” Caius stated, staring down at me where I sat on the edge of a designated bed. It was dressed with all black linens, a symbol of death and rebirth.

“I’m ready.”

I was lying. I was definitely not ready.

He sat next to me, cradling my cheek in his cold palm. I asked for one last kiss in case I didn’t make it. Caius smiled and did so, leaving his delicious, sweet taste on my lips.

I turned my head, willingly offering my neck to him. It happened so fast that pain was delayed for a few seconds. But once it set in, and he finished feeding, it felt like molten iron had been poured into my veins. I was sweating, panting, my heart beating at a strange pace that made my chest ache.

Dying, I thought to myself, I am dying.

With every stuttering beat of my heart, venom raced through my body. My breath caught in my throat as I fell into a black hole of fiery agony. Having lost control of my body, I stared at Caius with rivers of tears streaming down my cheeks.

Before I fell unconscious, Caius showed me his respect for my unwillingness to scream. He sat next to me, cradling the back of my head in his palm as he lowered me onto my back. I fought to stay conscious as long as possible, grabbing my vampire lover’s hand.

“Squeeze if you need to. You cannot hurt me,” Caius said to me softly, treating me so gently. He lowered himself to my level so he could kiss my lips again. “Sleep..”

I was awake…til darkness stabbed his grubby, hooked nails into me. Screaming pain ripped through every cell of my body, feeling as if I’d been flayed. Every nerve was rubbed raw, soaked in salt, and set aflame with rocket fuel levels of agony. Death seemed a relief from this hell, but I knew from the beginning there was no way he’d let me take the easy way out.

I felt like I was in a permanent state of pain purgatory, only able to breathe and open my eyes occasionally.

Floating in the black void, pain faded and a warmth flooded my body. Still paralyzed by the venom, moving was impossible, but I could feel everything. The individual threads of the sheets beneath me..I could smell the ozone in the air as a storm was approaching..and I could smell the floral, honey scent of my mate.

I felt warm fingers touch my face, which encouraged me to take a pain free breath. My eyes slowly opened, seeing that I’m surrounded by the Volturi kings and Jane.

Caius was touching my face, and his touch was no longer ice cold. He felt like the warm touch of a human, and I reached out for him.

“Is it over?” I asked weakly, a burning hunger in my abdomen.

“Welcome to the Volturi clan, young one,” Arlo announced to me with utter joy, all smiles. “Your mate will guide you..teach you everything that you need to know. At nightfall, you will be presented with your first meal.”

“Enjoy your union,” Marcus added, nodding in my direction with respect as if I had always been there.

Caius smirked at me, grasping my hand and leading me to what was now our chamber. As soon as the heavy oak doors shut, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me.

“I want to show you something,” Caius said, leading me to the full length mirror by the window.

I stared myself down and it was like my reflection belonged to a stranger. My eyes no longer had their beautiful green irises. They were the color of fresh blood, a haunting shade of red. My skin was as smooth and flawless as marble, not one single imperfection. My hair was just as manicured, as were my nails. My once slightly crooked teeth were straight and dangerously sharp.

Caius, for the very first time, complimented my appearance. “Absolute perfection.”

“Your skin…feels different…” I mumbled, still processing my change mentally. “You don’t feel so cold..”

I felt his hands on my shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. His sweet lips placed a kiss on the scar his bite left in my flesh, sending intense tingles down to my lower regions. Caius instantly felt my arousal and he smiled evilly, touching my breasts.

“It’s time to consummate our union,” he whispered in my ear, tightening his grip around my waist. Caius pressed himself against me, equally as excited.

I turned around to face him and stared with my jaw dropped. He was beautiful before, but now he was even more so. Caius smiled back, basking in my admiration.

I had almost completely lost my sense of fear, and I didn’t bother to ask for permission to touch him. He had made me his equal, taking my human life and gifting me immortality. My hands reached up to touch his face, my fingers brushing over his full lips. If I still had a heartbeat, it would have been pounding.

Caius leaned down and kissed my lips roughly, and I slipped my tongue in his mouth. We made out heavily and he ripped my clothes off, flinging them aside before shoving me against a wall. He allowed me to undress him and cover his body with kisses and gentle nibbles.

“I can’t wait to break you in,” Caius snarled in my ear, sucking my neck as he picked me up by my ass.

As he pushed his cock inside of my hungry, soaked pleasure temple, I sank my nails into his back. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, making me moan his name. Thank god the walls were made of stone.

After that mind blowing sensory experience, I begged Caius for more.

“Don’t hold back,” I panted as he tossed me onto the bed with enthusiasm. “Please don’t hold back…”

He was incredible in bed, making me orgasm over and over with zero mercy. Once more, I dug my nails into his back and left surface scratches, making him growl with pleasure.

“You belong to me..” he purred in my ear, rearranging my insides.

Caius gripped my throat as his facial expression began to change. I watched him go from my respected, powerful vampire mate to a man at the mercy of his own intense desires. His pounding into me began to slow down, his beautiful face contorting into an orgasmic display.

After one more hard thrust, he let out a deep groan of pleasure as he came inside of me. I, however, wasn’t finished. I demanded more, pulling him back down on top of me.

“More,” I told him, growling for the first time. Caius was amused, but hushed me with his finger on my lips.

“I’m going to make you wait.”

One rainy afternoon, while I was in my favorite chair reading, Jane decided to give me shit again. I ignored her at first, but her mouth stopped moving..and I could still hear every word.

“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped at her, growling and hissing.

“I didn’t speak..you can read minds?” Jane asked me with curiosity.

I slammed my book shut.

“I know how you think of me. Do a better job of protecting your mind,” I threatened her, feeling leftover human frustrations with my situation.

“Caius has found his angry, bitter match.”

Something inside of me broke into sharp slivers, opening a new ability I never thought I was capable of. I held my ears, dropped to my knees, and let out a piercing shriek that would’ve made a banshee proud. Glass windows split and exploded, the heavy doors to the library slammed shut, and Jane was flung through the air like a rag doll.

Jane expressionless face showed a tinge of fear, which I greatly enjoyed. I stood up and stomped over to the small vampire, hovering above her.

“This has nothing to do with Caius, you pathetic excuse for a vampire. You are below me, do you understand? You will show me respect and follow every order given or I will enjoy ripping you to pieces,” I spat at her, at my very wit’s end with her blatant disrespect.

A slow clapping of hands began. Jane and I looked in the direction of the sound. There stood my mate and his co-ruler Arlo. For the first time, I saw Caius smile.

“You’ve shown us nothing but impressive abilities and excellent leadership skills,” Arlo began, looking as proud as he did the day he gave me to my mate.

“I want her next to me,” Caius told Arlo, mentioning having my own throne put next to his. “Her place is at my side, the first Volturi queen.”

Arlo shot Caius a look of surprise, as Caius was very adhered to the laws and traditions of the Volturi.

“We need to have a meeting and discuss this with Marcus,” Arlo insisted, but he was supportive of having a Volturi queen.

“Marcus doesn’t know his ass from a graveyard,” Caius snorted, rolling his eyes and then smiling at me. I grinned back, licking my lips.

Caius started showing me more simple affection, holding my hand as we went to our private rooms. I leaned into his side and he held me close as we walked, kissing the side of my face.

“You’re absolutely formidable,” he said to me with pride.

“Caius?” I asked softly.

“Yes, my queen?”

“I…love you,” I admitted to him, feeling confident in my words. “I love you..do you feel the same?”

“I’m about actions, not words. But, to state it simply, yes I do.”

I paused our walk and looked up into his eyes, a burning need for physical contact. Caius smirked and kissed me passionately, holding my face in his hands.

I, the first Volturi queen in vampiric history, had thawed the coldest heart.

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #caius volturi #caius volturi x reader #vampire #vampires #twilight #Caius Volturi smut #the volturi #Volturi queen

[steddieas-shegoes]

You have provided so many headcanons and, with a lurker’s thankful heart, I am now giving you my steddie headcanon, built entirely around the idea that Steve knows he’s queer but has no idea at all that he’s kinky. I’m thinking this takes place when Eddie and Robin and Steve have all come out to each other but Eddie hasn’t explained to anyone what that black bandana in his pocket is about; either steddie are pre-slash besties or a recently established relationship.

Steve’s been stressed and Eddie really wants to do something for him, so one day they’re hanging out and Eddie asks what Steve’s idea of the most relaxing day ever is.

Steve’s like “Oh, man, I’d love a day where I don’t have to think, like, at all. Zero decision making.”

“Right, right, a lord in his castle keep, languorous and content with pizza and a constant rotation of movies and high as fuck.” Eddie has already psychically made his way to Family Video and picked up Steve’s favorite films and is mentally on his way to Melvald’s to get all his favorite snacks when Steve interrupts—

“No, no, if it was that easy I could set that up for myself. No I need another person who I really really trust who wouldn’t mind a lot of planning; I’d ask Robin but I think by hour two being in charge she’d start to get bored or start to catastrophize. I could plan the day for her and just let her run it, but that sorta defeats the purpose. Actually,” and he sits up, looks at Eddie consideringly, “actually with those long campaigns you do, I bet you could plan it. And I trust you… it’s kinda weird though.”

Eddie’s like “You know I love weirdos; hit me with it Stevie.”

Steve, starts off slowly, darting looks at Eddie’s face while he talks. “It’s morning, and my alarm isn’t set. Alarm clock isn’t even plugged in. Is it because I’m sleeping in? No— it’s because it is Someone Else’s Responsibility to get me up on time, and I trust them to do it. They wake me up and normally- depending on the day- I’d decide if I’ll shower or take a bath or just wash my face and brush my teeth before doing my hair but not this day.

No, on Steve Doesn’t Think Day they wake me up and tell me how to clean up. I’m in there and they knock on the door and say “hey, Steve, I set your outfit out on the bed. when you’re done get dressed and come to the kitchen.” and I do! I still have a whole closet and wardrobe full of clothes that I don’t have to consider. Does my outfit match the weather? Is it color coordinated? Does it match the plans for the day? It probably is all those things, but I’m not worried about that. I’m just a very good listener, who doesn’t decide things.

And then I go in the kitchen!” Steve, excited, getting into it, starts pacing around. “Are there groceries? Am I cooking breakfast? Are we going to brunch later? Was that budgeted for? Is it a cereal day or a coffee and toast day or a full spread day? There are answers to all of those questions, and whoever woke me up has them. I don’t give a damn. They hand me a cup of coffee, I’m like thank you very much, they’re like of course, Steve, good job, Steve, I’m proud of you, Steve, don’t worry about it, Steve, you let me worry about it. Just. You know, man.

A full day of going places and doing things and not having to stress or plan for it any of it. I don’t have to drive, unless they tell me to drive. I don’t have to talk to other people unless they tell me to talk! Maybe I bitch a little, because complaining is fun!! And they don’t get angry at me for it and their feelings don’t get hurt because they know I’m just gonna listen in the end anyway. Total relaxation, no decisions, complete faith that whoever’s in charge won’t put me in a bad spot.”

And dom top Eddie, white knuckling his black bandana trying really hard not to vibrate apart at a molecular level while he listens to Steve Harrington describe lifestyle submission as his most ideal day, fighting to answer in a calm and level voice: “Steve-o, you’re not gonna believe what I’m about to tell you.”

They have a long conversation and after Eddie’s like I want you to go in the other room and really think about what you want from this because I’ll take charge of you for the day but we need boundaries and guidelines; go consider this seriously for at least an hour. Steve respects Eddie (and also enjoys acts of service and doing what he’s told) so of course he listens. This does lead to Steve repeatedly sticking his head into the room Eddie’s in to say something unhinged, like

“Hey, sometimes when I’m struggling to get out of my own head I purposely wear my starchiest tightest jeans and my tightest polo and it kinda restricts my movement and reach and breathing and brings a constant awareness of my body that I find really grounding — is that bondage and do you think I should be tied up? okay, okay, thanks, restart the hour please.”

It’s a long afternoon for Eddie.

This is.

Art.

This is art.

Thank you for sending this in, please tell me you plan to write more of this because I would love that very much.

I love just about any type of realization Steve has about his kinks, but the one where he just realizes that the stuff he likes is actually very kinky and Eddie is the one to tell him hits every check mark for me.

Thank you thank you thank you for this. I hope you catch every green light on your daily travels and no one ever talks to you unless you want them to. ❤️

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #not mine #but my god i hope there's more of this soon

[chasedbyatlantic]

comfort crowd, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — joel miller shows you and ellie how to properly play golf, he's in it to win it - without a doubt.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, pre-jackson era!joel, female reader, no use of y/n, implied relationship, ellie being the comedic relief, these three being a happy and loving family, mentions of weapons, swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.7k

a/n ha..haha... (im in denial). guys i thought this was really funny and this was my brilliant idea. plz i hope u love it LOL. remember to like, comment, reblog and follow for more! xoxo.

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You hated lawn chairs for as long as you could remember. The pain of your skin getting lodged between cracked pieces of plastic, your skin slipping and sliding off from the seat when there was just a slight temperature change, you could name five thousand different things. Yet, right now, those were the least of your worries. A nice lawn chair propped up at the top of a house, overlooking the entire street. You were far from complaining, Joel as well.

The two of you not only walked for the entire day without taking any breaks, but had to keep up with Ellie, your 'special mission'. The little girl, immune to everything, was the fastest and most talkative kid you had ever came across, apocalypse or not. You were hesitant at first, as anyone would be, but grew to trust the girl with your life. She did protect you a handful of times, your reflexes not as keen as they used to be.

The three of you were in South Dakota right now, your car breaking down in Iowa and having to walk the rest of the way to Utah. You knew the whole thing was sketchy after Boston, but Joel was set in his ways. You never questioned that man, you feared that he knew too well to put the three of you in a bad situation.

The three of you were in the outskirts of some suburban town, already done clearing the street. By the amount of runners, and the walls built around, you could tell people used to live here. Not many people, five or six people at most. This place had reminded you a lot of Bill's place, though, you weren't sure if that was a good thing.

You were ripped out of your thoughts when you heard Ellie's voice ringing through your ears. "Do you wanna hear a construction joke?" Your hand fell onto your forehead, blocking out the sun that highlighted your face too much for your liking. A small 'Leave her alone, Ellie.' was heard from behind you, Joel wanting you to go back and rest. "Awh, fuck you Joel- you ruined it!" Ellie had complained, which only made you laugh, "But, I'm still working on it, the joke."

You had actually laughed, despite not wanting to. Her jokes were so bad, if there was an award given to the worst jokes ever said, Ellie would win it by a landslide. "That fits him, ya'know." You nodded your head over to Joel, who had made his way in front of the two of you, and knelt down to search through his bag. Ellie rose her brow, giving you a questionable look. "He was a very good fixer-upper."

Joel cut you off, "A contractor." You had nodded your head at that, "The best one'n Austin that is." You had added to his comment, and he could only let out a laugh. Ellie had asked him what a contractor was, and he explained it as you shut your eyes and just- enjoyed the sun for a moment. It was hot as fuck outside, you didn't deny that, but not having to drag your feet across the hot pavement for the next while was so damn nic-

Splash. You yelped as your eyes shot open, scanning the surrounding area. You weren't sure if it were your survivor instincts, or this just really fucking pissing you off, but you were ready to pounce on whoever did this to you. In fact, you had taken out your knife that was tucked away in your waistband, the sunlight reflecting heavily off of the blade.

You turned your head, to see not only Ellie, but Joel laughing. Ellie was one thing, but Joel too? This had to be some inside joke or something, you thought to yourself. "I'm going to fucking kill you guys." You did everything in your power to suppress your smile as you stood up, put your knife back in your waistband, and launched forward. You grabbed onto Joel as he did nothing in his power to stop you, just standing there with his arms crossed and a smile to his face, but Ellie? Oh no, she ran back, and to the other side of the roof.

"Alright," You admitted defeat, "One's good enough for me, run away while you can, Ellie." This brought an even bigger smile to her face, she was having fun with this. Sometimes, you forgot Ellie was just a kid. Ellie didn't have a childhood, not whatsoever- the poor girl lives in the fucking apocalypse, for Christ sake. If she wants to have fun like this, let her. You had planned to talk to Joel soon about not dropping her off with the doctors in Salt Lake City, but who knew if he would even consider that.

The three of you played around for a while longer, careful not to get too close to the edge of the roof and have the possibility of falling off. You three were acting like a family, maybe not the sanest one, but a family. After these months out by yourselves, you may as well be family. You would take a bullet for Joel or Ellie, within a heartbeat.

"Alright, Joel." You had replied, "Whatever you say." He could only chuckle as he folded his arms now, leaning against the space beside the window. You had abandoned the lawn chair, and were now laying down right in front of him. It was uncomfortable for you, but he was definitely not complaining about you being there. You two weren't officially a couple, but you acted like it. Kisses being exchanged here and there, the occasional hand holding, sleeping in the same bed every night. You had claimed it was because it made you sleep easier, which wasn't totally wrong, but you knew Joel loved it.

"I'm tellin' ya'," He held his hands up un defense, "A degree in doodlin' was stupid, ya' could've saved a shit load'o money." You two were conversing about your lives before the apocalypse, school and what not. Ever since Ellie brought up the whole contractor thing, it had been on your mind. You met Joel when he and his brother Tommy (you think it was) had started to fix up your house, but the project never got finished due to- well, everything.

"'Kay, Mister 'I fix houses'. Not like I would’ve gotten a job, anyway." You could only laugh at this, "Plus," You added, "I only minored in arts. My major was environmental biology." Joel went back to crossing his arms, his brow cocked back. "My girl's a biologist, eh? Best get you to Utah too, ya' can help'n restoring the planet." He let it slide off his tongue so easily, his girl. It felt too innocent coming from him, knowing what he would use that little pet name for all too well. Though, you liked when he did that, he wasn't much of a PDA man so it was nice when the two of you were alone like this.

Speaking too soon about being alone, Ellie had popped back out of the window and basically gave Joel a heart attack. You brought your hand over your mouth to cover your laughs as Joel shot you a look, and Ellie yelling a quick 'sorry!'. Though, she was excited about something. "You will absolutely not believe what I fucking found while snooping around!" Joel turned his glare from you over to Ellie, "Ellie," He began, "You know what I told ya' 'bout lookin' in these homes." He set a rule with her at the start of this mission, that she would never explore more than they needed to. For example, in this house, he didn't want her to look around and find photographs of the previous homeowners and grow- attached, in some sort. You weren't really sure, you found the rule stupid.

"Doesn't matter, I was bored as fuck." She then tossed this case over, it landed in between of you and Joel. By looking at it, you would've assumed it was a guitar case, though, it was too skinny to be a guitar. Following suit, another smaller and more round case may it's way over, hitting the first and landing beside it. "Guess." Your eyes moved from the cases to Joel, having no clue what this could be. He shared the lost look, both of you turning your attention back to Ellie.

"Ugh, you guys are such grandparents." That had to be an insult, you thought to yourself. Joel, yeah sure, but you? No way. Before you had time to bicker with the girl, she reached forward and started to unzip the cases. You were pelted with small balls in a matter of seconds, not processing what they were yet. It was only after actually picking one up from the tens of them that were on your lap, that you realized what they were.

Golf balls. Ellie had found a golf set. Thank god for these rich South Dakota folk, for a nice and big roof, and now this. You hadn’t golfed in twenty years, so this was going to be so much fun. You looked up to see how Joel was reacting to this, he looked to be somewhat interested as well. "Alright, before we do anythin'," Joel started as he got up, "Clean these up and we'll do everythin' in an orderly fashion." Even if he was acting like an old man right now, he was your old man.

Ellie did so while Joel helped you up, a reassuring hand placed on the small of your back and the other intertwined between your fingers. You were surprised, this was the most affection he had showed you around Ellie. Though, you weren't complaining. After what felt like forever (once again, no complaints), he let go and Ellie turned in unison. "I have to admit this, nobody laugh. I have no fucking clue how to golf."

Before the man beside you had time to reply, you did for him. "Joel'll show you, he's the best golfer outta the three of us." You brought your arm up and rested it on his shoulder for a moment, before giving him a few reassuring pats on his chest. "Go get 'em, tiger." He was annoyingly staring at you, knowing this would only amuse you.

"Get two clubs, kid." He ordered Ellie, (gently) shoving you off of him. He shook his head at you, eyes lingering for a moment too long, before moving over to the edge of the roof. He would find a way to get you back, you could feel it. As Ellie searched through the bag to find the tallest club, you went over to find a few tees. Once the tees were in hand, and the case of golf balls in the other, you made your way over to where Joel was.

As you set up the tees and golf balls in an appropriate place, just on the edge of the roof, Joel started to explain this whole thing to Ellie. She looked mesmerized, the few times you turned your head to see this. Joel acting like a teacher and all to her was sweet, when he usually treated her like an adult. Not that Joel was Ellie's father by any stretch of the way, but it was nice she got to experience a father-daughter moment right now. It warmed your heart too much.

After Ellie was taught the correct form, Joel moved her in front of the tee and ball, helping her get the correct stance before swinging. It missed, by a foot. This sent you through the roof (figuratively, not literally), you couldn't help yourself. Ellie was a bright red from embarrassment as she cursed you out, and Joel couldn't help himself either.

Ellie swung twice more with added force each time, before successfully hitting the golf ball. it went flying, not far, but high. "Good job, kid." Joel congratulated her, despite just laughing about her misfortunes prior. You rose your hand up beside her head, she replied with a high five and you two giggled. Since Joel's job was done, he now picked up his club and went to the tee set up to the right of Ellie. You followed suit with the left.

It took you a moment to get back into the swing of things, the last time you had moved your body like this was- well, dealing with runners. After a swing or two, it came back to you like you had been playing golf for the last twenty years. Joel too, from the looks of it. He let out a complaint or two about how this would strain his joints, but you guys were planning on spending a day or two here anyway.

Eventually, the three of you had came up with a game. Whoever could punt their balls the farthest wins. It was simple, really, but there were little roadblocks in the way- cars, mailboxes, you name it. Ellie's golf balls were blue, yours were red, and Joel's were yellow. You had counted down from three, indicating when all of you could start.

Three. You placed your feet in the appropriate position, cracking your neck just a little. Ellie twisted the club in her hand, as if it were a pencil or something. Joel stayed calm, his club resting on the floor.

Two. You rose your club into the swinging position, focusing on the middle of the red golf ball right in front of you. Ellie took notice of what you were doing and copied the motion, she was eager to hit it on the first go this time. Joel slightly raised his now, still sluggishly moving.

One. You started to move your club to hit the ball, Ellie too. After both of yours were hit in sync, you could hear Joel's being hit after. Your eyes made their way over to him, to examine his strategy, he was still remaining calm. This annoyed you, to say the least.

The three of you went through thirty golf balls each, eventually punting at your own pace. You were the first to finish, feeling pretty proud of yourself of where the balls had landed. Ellie was next, she was proud too. After not golfing for her entire life, this looked pretty promising. Joel was last, no surprise to that. He took his sweet time and finished around five minutes after you and Ellie were done, only earning snickers from Ellie.

"Alright," You told the girl, "Go down'n check who made it the farthest." She obliged, a small 'yes ma'am' before taking off for the window. Your eyes followed her with a smile to your face, "Havin' fun, aren't ya'?" Joel asked. You turned back around to face him, "Not as much as you are, clearly."

He knew he was acting cocky, and was for the past little while. Though, since you definitely didn't seem to mind, he kept up the act. "Ya'know what would make this even better?" He asked you, shifting his weight from his right leg to his left. You tilted your head, indicating that you were waiting for a response. "A golf cart." Before you had time to slap him for his ridiculous request, Ellie was yelling something from down the street.

You averted your attention from Joel, and now at the girl. She was mouthing something, that only you were able to understand after she repeated herself four times. Joel. Joel had won, for fuck sakes. "Well, shit." Was all you could say. He, on the other hand, was ecstatic, the most ecstatic you had ever seen him. For a moment, while he acted like that, you enjoyed it. Joel was having fun, that's what had mattered- he had to let loose every once in a while too.

After a moment, he collected himself once again. The same grin plastered on his face, though, as he folded his arms across his chest and watched as Ellie ran back over to the house. Before she came up, he nudged your shoulder. "Today was fun, eh?" He asked you, which had earned your head nodding almost too quick as a response. "Y'ur a pretty good golfer too, I guess." He admitted. You could only laugh, nudging his arm back. "Not as good as you, Mister Winner. Ya' should've skipped contractor school and went pro golf."

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comfort crowd, conan gray

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ell #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #joel miller the last of us #ellie williams the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #x reader #chasedbyatlantic #joel #miller #the last of us #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfic #miller tlou #f reader #female reader #joel miller tlou #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #pedro pascal

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 33)

Tw: mentions of rape and molestation, Evangeline's insanity

Part 34

You sighed. Looking up at the white ceiling as the smell of antiseptic stings your nose.

Your landlord came by earlier to hand you your phone charger as per Yves's request. He avoided your eyes as he asked about your general wellbeing. Perhaps he felt guilty for letting one of his tenants go through such brutality. Or maybe Yves tore him another one for failing to protect you. Quite frankly, you do not know, neither do you care.

You gave him polite but short answers. You don't feel like talking to anyone now, not even Yves. It feels like the whole world is judging you and criticizing what you could have done.

He was nice, he even charged your phone for you. It's not like you could do it yourself, hooked on all kinds of antibiotic drips and wires. Not to mention, your leg cast.

You were wondering about Evangeline's hygiene, how did you get this infected from a couple of bites and scratches? Well. Whatever it was, you're glad shes just not here.

You did blame yourself for confronting her. Because if she didn't know that there was an issue between you and her, she wouldn't have paid you a visit.

But it was hard to say what her reaction would have been when Mr. Jones confronted her about the molestation in his car.

It felt like a courtroom with no jury in your head. You have a part of yourself prosecuting your being, while the other defending it. It's noisy and exhausting. You had no idea how to quieten it down.

You turned your head to the sound of your phone.

You reached towards it and checked what has set off the notification alerts. The cable is still attached to its charging port.

You received a voicemail from a number you didn't recognize.

"Sweetheart. It's me, Montgomery. I-I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I.." You heard him choke back tears. "That was fucking disgusting of her. It was so much worse than I first thought- I'm so fucking sorry I couldn't be there to protect ya', I shouldn't have trusted- I-I-"

You were confused at the sudden breakdown. He wasn't that distressed the last time you saw him, why is he crying as if he went through it instead?

You listen to him sob in anguish.

"...I couldn't get a hold of ya' through my old number. I had to get another one. Please call me back as soon as ya' can."

The message abruptly ended there.

You blocked this number too.

Frowning, did Yves tell him your business? That seems unlikely of him, you refused to believe that he would do such a thing. Then, who else did he...

The group chat with your housemates is blowing up.

Oh. The news got ahold of your story. Well that makes sense.

Even though you weren't identified, it was clear the news segment was about your horrific assault.

Some of your housemates were complaining that Yves told them not to speak with the media. And thankfully, they didn't.

There was very limited information given to the public as it seems like Yves is trying to control what others can know. The majority of the details were given by Evangeline herself. To your relief, she was held without bail.

From what you understood, she wasted her one call in jail to speak with news outlets. She didn't call her father, her mother or a lawyer. Evangeline admitted that she raped you in such a brutal matter, not leaving a single detail unsaid.

The article anonymized all the names she dropped, but you can guess she mentioned Montgomery and Yves at some point.

It was sickening, Evangeline told them that she's masturbating in jail to the thought of you. When asked what was her reasoning behind her atrocious acts, she replied that you were her greatest reward in life. She 'deserved' you for being your 'savior'. It was unclear what she meant.

They asked if she had any remorse for what she did. Evangeline went ahead and told them her only goal is to get out of prison just to fuck you day and night. You consumed her entire thought and you have to pay for it.

Evangeline claimed that she 'loves' you. You just didn't know what was good for you and it is her mission to fix that. She also hated you for throwing her away just like everyone else. Then again, she loved how you felt against her, so you were 'forgiven'.

You didn't get it. What was wrong with her? She seems so normal and fine, yet she's still trying to induce nightmares in you even when she's held in a cell.

You read on and saw that her parents refused to comment. However, it's mentioned that Evangeline was suspected to be too mentally unsound to stand trial. They have yet to evaluate her psychology, but judging on her unhinged reaction after all this, you think she is very likely to plead insanity and be sent to a mental facility instead of prison.

The University retracted her scholarship and expelled her. She must have thought that there was nothing left to lose, that is why she went all out in the impromptu interview.

You shuddered and stopped reading, not being able to stomach the mention of Evangeline anymore.

You wiped away tears from the hilt of your palm. Suddenly yearning for some company.

What a coincidence, Yves called you. Immediately, you picked it up.

"(name)..." His voice was soft and sympathetic.

You cried. You let everything out to Yves. It was hard to form a sentence, but you tried. It came out as incoherent garbles as you choked on your own tears. Nothing you said made sense to you, it did to Yves.

He listened. Letting his own droplets roll down his cheeks too. Yves knew there isn't anything he could say now to make you feel better. You heard it all before. The apologies, the assurances, the hatred towards your perpetrator... it became meaningless to you.

It's time for you to speak instead.

He knows you just wanted someone to be there for you.

And he will stay on the line as long as you need.

Yves's tears splashed onto his papers, creating ugly stains and smudging his blue ink around. Rendering some words as unreadable.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #oc yves #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc montgomery #oc evangeline #tw rape mention #tw molestation

[pedriscroquettes]

AN1MAL – pablo torre & alejandro balde

summary: alejandro finds a cure to pablo’s frustration.

warnings: dirty filthy smut, f!oral receiving, m!oral receiving, p in v sex, v long, and some spanish (translated obv), drugs, and drinking.

listened to an1mal by lola indigo.

the referee blew the whistle and as always pablo marched off the pitch and although he looked unbothered at the amount of game time he had played. but as always alejandro always managed to see through his fake emotions. alejandro always noticed the frustration on pablo’s face whether it was at practice or at the stadium. he knew how hard pablo worked to try and prove himself so he decided to do something about his frustration.

“tio, estas loco.” pablo simply kept on walking towards his car. (man, you’re crazy.)

“what’s the problem? you think she’s hot and she thinks the same.” alejandro just shrugged as if the idea he had proposed wasn’t insane.

“that’s not the problem.” pablo stopped walking and turned around to face him.

“i won’t even look at it if that’s what you’re worried about. i’ll turn aroun-”

“joder, tio! callate!” pablo didn’t want anyone else to listen in on their conversation. the last thing he needed was the press knowing about his sexual affairs. (fuck, man! shut up!)

“look let’s just go to her room and see what happens. if this goes terribly wrong or you don’t like it i’ll leave your sex life alone forever.” alejandro tried to reason with him.

“how do you even know if she’ll agree? she’s only flirted with you.”

“trust me pablito, she likes you.”

you scroll through your phone looking for photos of today’s game to post for tomorrow. the sound of the hotel’s television serving as background noise. you’re editing a couple of pictures trying to fix the lighting when a knock on your door interrupts your work. you quickly stand up and try to fix your hair a bit knowing that only one person could be seeing you this late in the day. you completely disregard the fact that you’re only wearing your underwear with a simple gray shirt and head straight for the door.

you open the door and are met with not only alejandro but pablo as well. both of the boys analyze your outfit and soon enough a smirk is plastered on alejandro’s face while pablo’s cheeks go pink. you can’t help but feel way better about yourself knowing you could get a reaction from both of them.

“we brought drinks.” alejandro suddenly blurts breaking the silence.

you simply open the door wider allowing both of them in and quickly close it as soon as they get in not wanting any other player to see.

“don’t you guys have a plane to catch in the morning back to barcelona?” you sit back down your bed.

“don’t think that’s ever been a problem for you before.” alejandro simply states while setting his stuff down.

your cheeks instantly heat up at the comment. you try to compose yourself hoping the brunette doesn’t notice your flustered face.

“que te jodes.” (fuck you.)

“okay let’s play smash or pass. answer we move on to the next person if you don’t you have to take a shot or a hit of my disposable whichever one you prefer. although i’d suggest the drink pablo because we have practice tomorrow.” alejandro simply takes out a bottle and a small disposable.

“so who’s going first?”

“honestly i don’t see why the group sees you more innocent than me.” pablo complains.

“because i’m not stupid like you. i don’t get photographed at clubs every weekend, you should learn from me. which by the way with all your whining i’m gonna start with you.” the brunette simply rolls his eyes. “smash or pass lola indigo?”

“respectfully, smash. she’s hot.” pablo doesn’t even hesitate twice before answering which makes you laugh.

“okay your turn dumbass. smash or pass emilia?” pablo turns the attention away from him.

“frenkie’s PR agent?” pablo just nods. “pass. she’s pretty but not my type.”

“finally, y/n.” you’re scared of the smile on alejandro’s face knowing he’s about to put you in an uncomfortable position.

“smash or pass both of us.” he points at pablo and himself. “at the same time.”

“did you both just come here to get your dick sucked?” you laugh.

“just answer the question. come on be a good girl.” alejandro takes a swig of his cup and you could almost feel the smirk on his face.

pablo’s lips on your body are enough to release lewd moans. he trails down your body as alejandro leaves small kisses along your neck, the pleasure overtaking all your senses. as the brunette gets closer to your core you reach for his hair running your hand through it. he can’t help the groans he slips out as he enjoys the feeling on your hands through his hair.

you can’t help but let out a loud moan as pablo starts licking at your folds the feeling sending tingles all over your body.

“mira como la tienes gimiendo pablito.” alejandro’s raspy voice interrupts the sensual sounds coming out of you. (look how you have her moaning pablito.)

his friend only encourages him as soon his tongue is circling your clit and his hands are spreading your thighs even more to gain more access to where you need him most. alejandro doesn’t even mind the lack of attention he’s receiving from you as he’s more content with being pablo’s wingman.

loving the way you moan because of him, pablo starts teasing your hole with one of his fingers wanting to increase the pleasure. he waits a couple of seconds before inserting it inside of you and soon you’re moaning louder than before. the pleasure is too intense and you can’t help but let go. the way your face scrunches up in pleasure is enough to awaken something in the brunette and he quickly stands up and grabs by the hair kissing you passionately.

“vaya pablito.” alejandro is surprised at his friend’s actions. (wow, pablito.)

“ahora la follas tu o yo?” alejandro asks his friend casually. (now who will fuck her? you or me?)

“let her choose.” pablo runs his hand through his hair the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“always the gentleman.” alejandro jokes. “well you heard the benchwarmer what do you want?”

“well you brought him here to fuck me didn’t you?” you simply shrug.

in another world you probably couldn’t even imagine yourself talking about a threesome so casually. your neck was already full of hickeys that you would have to wake up early to cover them. you only had alejandro to blame for your hyper sexual behavior ever since your first time with him last year.

“do you have a condom?” pablo asks.

before you could answer alejandro answers for you.

“she’s on birth control.”

it’s not long before pablo has you on all fours, legs spread for him. you had always admired the brunette often telling the left-back how cute you thought his teammate once. you moan at the feeling of his dick near your entrance. alejandro can’t help but admire you, all fucked. normally he’d be jealous of you with anyone else but he doesn’t mind sharing with his friend. his thoughts are interrupted by the noises you let out as pablo enters you.

your hands grip the sheets under you as soon as pablo enters you. one of his hands is placed right next to your head to keep his balance while the other wraps itself around your hips.

“fuck, she feels so good. so tight.” pablo groans.

the brunette is kind enough to allow you to adjust to his size before he starts to thrust, slowly. he loves the way you clench around him. you can feel his breath near your ear and soon enough you’re letting out a bunch of profanities at the feeling he invokes inside of you. he doesn’t hesitate before grabbing your hair and leaving kisses as well as marks around your neck. he’s completely entranced by you, his inhibitions going out the window.

you don’t think twice before guiding his hand from your hip to where you need him. he gets the memo and soon starts circling your clit. you also don’t miss the way he starts thirsting faster, his shyness long gone.

“fuck, pablo.”

the sound of his name coming out of your lips simply encourages him and he picks up his pace. soon enough you feel your orgasm approaching. alejandro can’t help but feel left out and instantly stands in front of you. he lowers his shorts down and soon you’re face to face with his dick.

“be a good girl now and suck.” his confidence has come back.

your morals are long gone and you instantly take him inside your mouth, your hands covering the rest of him that doesn’t fit. your moans from pablo’s thrusts send vibrations along alejandro’s members and soon enough he’s gripping your hair. the room is filled with dirty and filthy sounds and you don’t doubt that there’ll be noise complaints tomorrow. pablo can’t help but get more turned out at the mere sight of you not only enjoying yourself but satisfying his friend and his thrusts reach a speed he didn’t know was possible.

the pleasure is too much and you instantly cum. pablo isn’t too far behind as you soon feel him release inside of you, his groan is almost enough to pounce on him again. your moans overstimulate alejandro and soon he cums all over your tits. the three of you just lay on the bed for a minute or so, alejandro taking a picture of you before helping you clean up.

you can’t help but stare at both of them. you’re fucked.

the three of you head downstairs’ extremely early wanting to avoid the possibility of running into any of the other players. you wear a turtleneck just in case your makeup isn’t enough to cover the marks all over your neck. on the way to check out you can’t help a couple arguing with the poor receptionist.

“are you aware they’re shooting porn videos in your rooms? we couldn’t sleep all night because of the obnoxious moans! this is unacceptable!” the man yells.

the three of you try your best to not let out any laughs. you’re in deep shit.

#new theme :D ! #finally for all my pablo and ale girlies #pablo torre #pablo torre smut #alejandro balde #alejandro balde smut #football smut #ash writes

[bouncydragon]

Unusual Judgement

So, I finished this somewhat silly "little" fic a while ago but was nervous about posting it anywhere (still am tbh). The title is not set, actually, it's just the most decent one I could think of instead of the placeholder I had previously. Well, anyway, hope you enjoy it.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy x Alfie

Word count: 2195

Summary: In which Alfie comes to Tommy's mansion but has to face judgement by someone very important to Tommy first before getting to the fun activities. Needless to say he thinks it's ridiculous but still he will humour Tommy.

Warnings: None, I think... It's just silly and soft.

AO3

“This is utterly ridiculous,” Alfie complained as Tommy practically dragged him towards the stables of his country estate.

Alfie had only arrived at Arrow House perhaps ten minutes ago, with a clear plan in mind of what to do with his time here, but apparently Tommy had an entirely different idea of how they should spend their already limited time together. At least for the time being, which was still an unfortunate development. Alright, perhaps Alfie was exaggerating a little bit but still, he could think of lots of things they could be doing instead.

They didn’t get to see each other as much as they wanted, and especially not in Tommy’s own home. It was—usually anyway—clandestine meetings in not too fancy hotels; hotels where they knew nobody would rat on them, or even bat an eye at two men (that very well may be walking a tad too close to each other) going up to the same room to spend the night. There was the rare occasion of them meeting at Alfie’s own house in Camden Town but he had fairly nosy neighbours, and another man staying with him overnight would probably cause rumours to spread like a fucking wildfire. Which in and of itself Alfie didn’t give much of a fuck about but if those rumours would reach the ears of his or Tommy’s enemies, they would be in a whole lot of trouble, as a thing like this was perfect leverage against either of them. And it would be far easier for those fuckers to have them arrested by the coppers for fucking sodomy than to try and take Alfie and Tommy out themselves. They would need proof of course, and Tommy and him were fairly good liars (or bullshitters, whatever), but it would still be a bad situation for them and it was doubtful they’d be able to ever shake the rumours after it, so they didn’t want to take any risks; at least not more than already anyway.

Either way, the invitation to stay at Tommy’s mansion over the weekend had come as quite the surprise for Alfie but also he liked the slight change in their routine and the chance to spend more than a mere few hours or a night with Tommy. He still was a bit worried about it though, about the possibility of Tommy’s family catching them mostly. But his housekeeper Frances was nice and also apparently knew what was going on here actually, judging by the knowing smile she had given Alfie upon his arrival. She hadn’t commented on anything and Tommy seemed to trust her a lot, so Alfie was quite sure she would keep their little secret safe.

And seriously, Alfie was looking forward to this weekend, but the start of it was certainly quite odd. He should be used to Tommy’s sometimes unpredictable behaviour by now, though usually that meant rage and anger and not… this. He’d even go so far to call it eccentric, at least in this very circumstance.

“They’re a good judge of character,” Tommy said, like it made any sense to anyone but himself. He didn’t look back at Alfie as he said that but, thanks to the privacy of his own property, still held Alfie’s hand. Which Alfie did not mind at all, to be honest, he just wished Tommy wouldn’t drag so much.

Alfie rolled his eyes, trying to keep up with Tommy’s rather crisp pace. He was undoubtedly excited, which was an interesting thing to witness. “You already know my fucking character.”

Tommy shrugged and just kept on dragging Alfie towards the horses that were grazing out on the pasture.

“Tommy, treacle,” Alfie tried, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Are you actually telling me that you put more weight on a bloody horse’s opinion of someone than on your own?”

“They’re good judges of character,” Tommy repeated matter-of-factly, not making any more sense this time around.

“Alright,” Alfie sighed. “I’ll humour you. So, hypothetically, if the horse doesn’t approve of me, what will happen? Will you just break this off? Send me on my merry fucking way and return to business as usual?”

“No, of course not,” Tommy answered, finally stopping his infuriating dragging. He looked at Alfie with those bright blue eyes that he knew very well drove Alfie crazy. “You’ll just have to… spend more time with them, charm them.” He grinned. “You know, how you’d do with the parents of someone you love.”

Alfie pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “You are fucking ridiculous, mate.”

“And yet you love me, Alfie.”

“Do I?” Alfie couldn’t believe this man. Mad, just mad. Which, coming from him, said a fucking lot. “I might have to rethink that.”

Tommy let go of his hand, crossing his arms over his chest. He quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, and just looked at Alfie. Just looked at him with those bright blue eyes. A piercing look, quite intense. It was the kind of look Tommy used when negotiating with someone, be it a potential business partner or an enemy. Alfie liked that look, and the way others caved under it, which unfortunately included him in this instance.

He sighed. “Alright, I do. But you are still fucking ridiculous, Tommy.”

Tommy just smirked triumphant. Alfie shook his head; and people called him a madman.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Alfie decided. “I have better things to do, like getting those clothes off you and fuck you senseless.”

Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “Patience is a virtue, darling,” he said softly as he took Alfie’s hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze just because he could.

Alfie rolled his eyes and let Tommy lead him onto the pasture. He liked the feel of Tommy’s hand in his, to be completely honest. Mostly because they didn’t get to do that very often.

Ever since this thing between them started (they had only very recently started to call it an actual relationship), Alfie had made the surprising discovery that Tommy liked touching, a lot. He always needed to touch Alfie in some way. It wasn’t possible at all in public, and also not when they were alone but there was the possibility of someone walking in on them, like when they were in either of their offices. Alfie got the impression that it bothered Tommy to not be able to touch him, even in the simplest, smallest way imaginable. They usually opted for being just a little too close to each other but it obviously wasn’t the same. So when they finally got some time alone, Tommy could absolutely not keep his hands off Alfie.

Actually, Alfie would even go so far to say that Tommy could get quite needy, in private anyways. Always needing to touch and be close, somehow having forgotten the concept of personal space; not that Alfie minded, alright. He actually quite liked it because it was such a drastically different side of the usually so cold and ruthless Tommy Shelby—a side that perhaps not even his own family got to see often, if at all. He could be so sweet and soft and was actually very much able to relax. He just hardly got the chance to, Alfie supposed, which made it all the more surprising that he found it so easy to relax when he was alone with Alfie.

He also liked to cuddle, liked it a lot, but would never fucking admit it, not even at gunpoint. You could probably torture him and he’d sooner admit to being queer than to being a cuddler.

“I still think you’re being ridiculous, just so we’re clear,” Alfie pointed out, watching the horses warily.

He wasn’t scared of horses, mind you. He just wasn’t particularly a fan of them, perhaps it was their size or those fucking hooves that could potentially crack a man’s skull. He also just simply could not fathom what Tommy saw in them. He did like to see that certain glow in Tommy’s eyes when he was talking about them though. That look of pure childlike delight. Or the look of unrestrained excitement Tommy had right now due to the prospect of introducing Alfie to his horses. It was sweet, he supposed, and it softened Tommy’s ragged edges, almost making him look a bit younger, less weary of life and its endless troubles.

Tommy just nodded in response to Alfie’s comment and stopped walking. He whistled and while all of the horses lifted their heads (their heads were too big as well, Alfie thought, everything about horses was kind of weird), only one of them walked towards where Tommy and Alfie were standing near the fence. It was, in all fairness and Alfie’s uneducated opinion, a quite beautiful looking horse with a sleek black coat and mane that blew softly in the fresh spring breeze.

It still looked quite a bit intimidating though.

The horse approached Tommy first, nudging him softly and earning a pat on the neck and a soft smile. Tommy petted its head tenderly and whispered something to it, while throwing a sideways glance at Alfie, who really tried not to grow uncomfortable or even anxious in this very unusual situation.

Being judged by a horse was certainly something else and only Thomas fucking Shelby would come up with it. Honestly, why he loved this cunt was beyond Alfie sometimes.

The horse slowly strode towards Alfie, fixing him with its dark eyes. Alfie stayed still, just waiting for whatever was about to happen. The horse came to a halt right in front of him.

“Hello… horse,” Alfie said, unsure of how to act exactly.

The horse circled around Alfie, seemingly taking all of him in with a certain degree of scrutiny. Alfie had no idea horses could even look so scrutinising. He’d bet, if it could, it would raise an eyebrow at him. It made him feel somewhat uneasy. When it finally stopped its assessment, it stood in front of Alfie and sniffed him curiously, eventually huffing right into Alfie’s face and nickering. It nudged him and nipped at his coat’s pockets. Alfie looked towards Tommy with an eyebrow raised in question and cluelessness. Since this had been his idea, Tommy should give him some pointers on how to proceed at least. But the other man simply grinned and looked very pleased.

“He likes you,” he explained. “He is demanding treats.”

“Well, I don’t have any, obviously.”

Tommy took Alfie’s hand and put some treats in it. “Go on. Flat palm.”

Alfie sighed and held his hand out to the horse just like Tommy said. The horse sniffed at it, accepting the peace offering, as Alfie would describe it, and happily munched away.

Tommy looked indeed very pleased and happy next to Alfie, smiling softly at him—oh, there was the reason why he loved him, now he remembered. It was a very good look on him though, so the ridiculousness with the horse had at least been worth it in the end.

“Are we done with this then?” Alfie asked, dropping his hand once the horse had eaten all the treats.

Tommy nodded smiling, wrapping his arms around Alfie's neck. “Still think I’m ridiculous?”

“Yes,” Alfie answered but smiled. “But I also love you, you fucking bastard.”

Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. Alfie grinned at him, then closed the small distance between them, capturing Tommy's soft lips in a tender but almost hungry kiss, which caused a low, pleased hum to escape Tommy.

This was exceptionally nice and special, Alfie thought as Tommy leaned further into the kiss, deepening it. He let his hands wander down Tommy's back, feeling the tiny shudder of anticipation that went through the other man's body at that simple gesture. He settled a hand on the small of Tommy's back, pulling him closer against him. He probably wasn't much different than Tommy, if he genuinely thought about it. Couldn't keep his hands off him, right, always needed to touch and feel the man's body against his.

In his defence, it was a very, very nice feeling.

The thing that made Alfie smile even more though, was that there was no tension in Tommy's body anywhere right now. He was just happy and relaxed, leaning into Alfie's embrace and savouring their kiss, almost getting lost in it even.

It was such a rare thing that they could be so open with their affection for each other, so they cherished any moment when they got to do it. Doing it so out in the open would be impossible under any other circumstance but this being Tommy's private property, they were thankfully sheltered and could for once just be themselves without fear of consequences and judgement.

Eventually it was Tommy who broke the kiss first, giving Alfie a soft, pleased smile. Without a word, he intertwined their fingers and took Alfie back to the house and up to his bedroom. Now this was more what Alfie had in mind when he had come here and so he was looking forward to it immensely.

#this came about due to some silly idea during an rp #it's silly and def ooc i think #i don't feel like writing serious stuff rn #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy x alfie #alfie x tommy #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #tofie #sholomons

[wantonlywindswept]

👀 (which by the way is a genuine reaction to your "I have so many things" tag-comment)

haaah there were. so many ideas. few of them coherent. x_X

this one i do actually want to finish at some point; it's corrie guard shenanigans, SOME of them trust that the jedi might be able to fix things so uh. they try. to maybe do that.

...kidnapping may or may not be involved.

---

Jek liked to think that he was a good soldier.

He wasn't the best--he would happily leave that to Commander Fox's batch and whatever tube glitch had resulted in Captain Rex--but he was decent. A solid middle. He got the job done, he worked hard, he didn't complain. (And not just because complaining on Coruscant could easily mean a recon.)

The point was, he didn't deserve to be put on trial for treason.

"It's only treason if it's against the Republic," Rys pointed out. "This is just standard treachery. That's prison time, at most."

"For natborns, maybe," Jek mourned. "Pretty sure if we fuck up they just send us back to Kamino for a refund."

"You are both following orders," Commander Thire gritted out, "So if anyone is brought up on charges, it will be me."

That made Jek feel a lot better, actually.

"Now shut up."

"Yessir," he and Rys chorused.

They marched crisply on either side of the heavily-laden hovercart, Thire in the lead as they made their way towards the entrance to the Jedi Temple. The loading bay was relatively busy this time of day, which is why Thire chose it, and they didn't expect too much scrutiny: clones came and went from the Temple all the time.

Not Guard clones, admittedly, but this was their city. Technically they had the right to go wherever they wanted.

A thought occurred to Jek then, flitting across his mind like one of those colorful flappy insects that Mack had tattooed on his arm.

"So, what do we do if General Yoda isn't here?"

Thire stumbled over his own feet.

Huh. 

"You mean you haven't already thought about that?" Rys hissed. He laid a hand atop the largest crate--the most important crate--on the hovercart, fingers spread out protectively across the smooth durasteel. "What if they want us to leave it in his room? If he's out on a mission he could be gone for months--"

"We're fucked if he's gone for more than another two hours," Jek pointed out helpfully.

"I will figure it out," Thire snapped. 

Two days into his new commission and he was already able to spew banthashit like the rest of the Commanders. Incredible.

"Are there even any other Jedi we could trust?" Jek asked. They'd met Master Yoda on the mission to Rugosa, so they knew he was a good person, but none of them really had experience with any of the other Jedi.

"Sinker said that General Koon is pretty good," Rys offered.

Thire snorted.

"General Koon actually likes Commander Wolffe. There's gotta be something wrong with him if he willingly puts up with that level of crazy."

"Maybe Kenobi? Commander Fox always bitches about Marshall Commander Cody going on about him."

Rys grimaced, shaking his head.

"He's Skywalker's master."

All three of them shuddered. Skywalker was friends with the Chancellor, and Commander Fox regularly came back from meetings with the Chancellor sporting mysterious injuries that somehow never got recorded on his medical file.

They all knew better to trust anyone that was on good terms with the Chancellor.

"What about General Windu?" Rhys suggested.

"What about me?"

#tcw #tcw fanfiction #coruscant guard #commander thire #clone trooper rys #clone trooper jek #also an attempt to finally get around to writing mace #which is only like 60% because i Do Not Fucking Want to write yoda-speak

[silurisanguine]

15 lines of Dialogue game

As ive been away for the weekend, not sure if anyone tagged me with this but saw it open tag so here we go. Tagging @vorchagirl @despicablediet and anyone who'd like to do it! 15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well! Since i've written the most with Seren Jones, I shall pick her for this!

1 -"Maybe I am, but there isn’t anything left in this universe worth staying for. Whatever is in the next universe has to be better than this one Barrett, it has to. I can't bare to stay here any more, not without him, not when I could have done it so differently."

2 - "Cora… she was there, saw her dad die…She hated me, blamed me for not saving him. After the funeral, Lillian took her and that was the last I ever saw that wonderful twelve year old. I realised then I had no reason to stay in my universe as everything i loved had been taken from me. I hoped maybe another would give me a second chance. To fix things..to try again…

…That’s why I do this.”

3 - "I came here the first time with no preconception of what I’d find. I was in awe at the location, just as you are now. But what I learned here has guided my hand in relation to how I see the Artifacts, how I see Unity and the Starborn. Anyone who wants to complete the Artifact collection, needs to know the full story for themselves.”

4- "Now you see how dangerous this place is, and this is just the start. The Starborn Guardians here have lost all empathy, all compassion, their humanity in pursuit of their cause. They have nothing left in their existence except to stop anyone else reaching the Temple. …I sometimes wonder what is the point of their existence before I wipe them out of it for good.”

5 -”You washed them clean. I can say one good thing about Lillian in that she gave you the chance to do that. You’re not the same man, Sam.”

6 -”They makes me smile every time I come back here. But I’m not entirely alone, the fish there get a view unlike any other.” She pointed to the couple of little fish swimming in their tanks, sitting right at the edge of the massive view screen. “If you don’t mind taking care of them for me, they’ve been a good little crew, never complained once.”

7 - "I've never met you before. Until today I'd never met a single pirate here." That was the truth, if a little stretched Seren thought.

8 -"All this, this universe is a nightmare. I've been to so many variations and… You… everyone here is so different, so wrong. It’s like Unity decided to show me the worst outcome possible just to make me appreciate who I’d - what I’d lost.”

9 -"Neat trick, have to remember that next time I'm in a hell-hole universe."

10 -"Sorry, Sam, just picturing you over Vlad’s head brought on images of you in ballet tights and…yeah, sorry, I have too much imagination.”

11 - "Yes, justice, Delgado. See that’s behind most things I do now. In this case justice for those your fucking coloured coded Spacers have harmed- have murdered. It’s interesting really how far I got here without anyone realising who I really am... I wondered why no one noticed the SIN of my ship. Even Jess surprisingly. It was a gamble using it of course…But no one ever clocked that I was flying the Razorleaf."

12- “Until I knew for sure you felt the same way I did, I wasn’t sure how to really act around you. But now I know, expect more of this, Sam Coe.”

13 - “You know I would! I mean she called me darlin, you know that makes me melt.”

14 - "…He always said he was bad with words, yet he could say things that were like love poetry to me, that would dazzle me. He was so open with his feelings when he trusted you. Funny, absurd sometimes and he cared deeply and loved passionately. He was an amazing father and I-"

15 - "I've no idea. Being Starborn didn't exactly come with a manual."

#Seren Jones #15 lines of dialogue #Siluri writes #The Coemancer Crew #Starfield OC

[shantyslimes]

Do you think that different clans try and instill different moral values? Like some are obvious, Brujah tend to be aligned with the Anarchs more so they probably are more likely to instill a sense of independence and stick with the ones who stand right by you, or Tremere who tend to be very Camarilla aligned likely try to instruct this sense of loyalty to their formers and secrecy about their clans secrets to all others, right

But I think other clans probably try and give something so fuck it here's what I try and have NPC clans typically teach in my games (note these are never universal and absolutely should not be treated as such)

Brujah: In modern nights they're usually kept as typically anarchs or short tempered rebels, but most punk movements or what are typically considered "violence driven" anti-authority groups tend to have pretty strictly agreed code without ever saying it out loud. So there's the rule to respect anyone from a distance, don't start a fight and you won't get in a fight. If someone starts a fight with you, fucking beat their ass and make it clear that starting shit is a bad idea. Don't go around acting like a big shot and nobody has to put you in your place, which will be the gutter.

Also special shoutout for the Cammy brujah who enforce the traditions but then also emphasise "but if they're being a dick, just don't start any fights you ain't gonna win."

Gangrel: Survive. More than anything, don't do something that will get you killed. That means follow the traditions, but don't make a fuss over them if you're in sabbat turf. Stand by the people who are good to you, but don't be gullible enough to trust them unconditionally. Top priority is do not get yourself killed. The secret to immortality is not pissing anyone off enough to have them kill you.

Giovanni: Look, you're going to inevitably do something fucked up, but just try not to break the law when you're breaking the law, yeah? You can trust the rest of the clan, probably, but just in case, don't be afraid to screw up and get a few things wrong as long as the worst case scenario isn't going to bite you in the ass, because it'll hurt a lot more than their bite ever could.

Lasombra: You are not human. Kine are not human. Forget about all of that. They are food. You are horror incarnate. Fucking act like it or you will be thrown aside and destroyed for failing.

Malkavian: Malkavians are taught the phrase "good luck with the psychosis" and then how to use psychosis like a gun. Morals are not a factor.

Nosferatu: You're a horrifying abomination, we don't feel bad, but if you can actually get a leg up on people, then you shouldn't feel bad. Legality and morality are not the same, but you really shouldn't care about either.

Toreador: Crimes are forgivable if you're hot enough.

Tremere: The greater good of the clan is more than yourself, you are but a part of a larger system. Hoard your power, yes, but remember that you yourself are part of the larger hoard of the clan's power.

Ventrue: There's a hierarchy in the world, and you're on top. Therefore, as the ones in power, we set the rules, we decide the game, and anyone complaining about either aren't worth your time. You stand on top, so look down on the rest because they have not earned the right to look forward and see anything more than your boot, ready to be cleaned.

Anyway those are just the ways I like to have clans raise their childer and teach eachother how to act. How much an individual listens depends on the specific Kindred, but also keep in mind I like to play a lot with expectations of your elders when writing cainites.

#vtm #world of darkness #vampire the masquerade #kindred #vampire

[opinated-user]

“The expensies were minimal” FOR FUCKING CANCER TREATMENT

yeah fuck off lily

with comments like that is that you know that LO hasn't even attempted to google the first thing about what cancer survivors go through and how much financially it affects them. again, even taking out of the way that the entirety of the last year she has lived her life like nothing happened, has never changed her routine, has never showed symptoms and didn't even tell her own wife about her supposed diagnosis, how is anyone supposed to believe that getting cancer, chemo and full treatment just won't have any consequences left, financially or otherwise? just how little trust does she have in the intelligence of the internet for her to believe that any of this makes any sense? i did a little research (emphasis on little) and found a couple of articles that sound interesting. let's remember that LO has never specified what kind of cancer she had or what kind of chemotherapy, which makes it difficult to discern exactly what kind of cost she could have gone through... which surely is the idea why she's so vague about it. https://globalnews.ca/news/1656699/the-cost-of-cancer-how-much-do-cancer-drugs-cost-canadians/

depending on if LO received IV or pill, she could have been forced to pay it herself and it certainly wouldn't have been cheap. https://www.partnershipagainstcancer.ca/topics/economic-burden-cancer/

even assuming that LO never needed a caregiver and she never needed transportation, let's assume because she coincidentally happened to live near the hospital that was giving her treatment, we're still talking about around 200+ monthly in medication and medical care. if we do count transportation, that could be up 1000+.

this is the same woman who last year i remember very clearly kept complaining about how she couldn't stop working because else we'd be without money... but now i'm supposed to believe that she spend at least 1000+ monthly very easily and without any trouble?

LO does not have health insurance. i know because she said so and that post is still up. if it gets deleted when i publish this ask, you'll know why.

all of this meaning that she'd have actually paid more than the average office worker.

since LO is from Nova Scotia, let's search "how much does it cost cancer in Nova Scotia Canada."

unless LO happened to become extremely successfull in something that wasn't youtube without also telling anyone about it, then no, the expenses wouldn't have been minimal.

#lily orchard #lily orchard lies about cancer

[pattycakes5516]

Amongst Friend: Chapter Two

One of the perks of being besties with The Satoru Gojo is that the man was loaded. You were able to graduate from college debt free. He also found you a job at one of the most well known luxury auto body shops in the city. The cars you worked on every day were the type you thought as a kid you would never see in person.

Suguru was given his own tattoo shop in the same area of town. You wondered if he did this on purpose to keep track of you all. Satoru never really thought that deeply so you always dismissed the idea.

You spent years trying to convince Satoru to stop throwing around his money on you both. In the end you had to accept that was how he showed his affection.

You were now stumbling towards Suguru's shop like a newborn fawn. Damning the creator of high heels while simultaneously pulling down the short velvet dress you had been forced into. You always had a respect for women who made walking in outfits like this majestic.

"Y/N cursing like a sailor is not very ladylike!" Satoru scolds as he walks by which causes you to give him your most intense glare yet. He gulps and decides to run into the shop. Smart man...

A chuckle from behind you makes you turn. Suguru takes hold of your arm steadying you and opens the door. "You look fucking hot. Stop worrying so much." You grumble as he helps you walk through the door. You hated that you felt so dumb in this attire. Dressing up like this made you feel like you lost a bit of yourself, foreign.

"OMG! Y/N!! Is that you?!" A shrill squeal diverts your thoughts. The beautiful receptionist runs from behind her desk pushing Suguru away. He gives you one last smirk as he walks back to his office. Feeding you to his wolves.

The bubbly woman spins you around excitedly and you hold onto her arm. Your cheeks felt hot as the other artist emerged from hiding to check you out. You froze in an awkward stance not sure how to respond as they complimented you. You throw up two thumbs up and say thanks repeatedly.

"What? Y/N! You clean up real nice." One of the artists gushes.  You could not identify anyone at the moment because your mind was in fight or flight mode. In a panic you shout a loud thank you and pull away from Lilly's clutches towards the back.

You do catch a glance at the piercer, Leo as you stumbled past. His jaw was nearly on the floor. Suguru was always saying he had a thing for you. You never trusted his judgment. The look in his eyes said maybe he wasn't wrong.

You open the door to Suguru's office and slam it closed, greeted by hysterical laughter. "I'm so glad my suffering amuses you both." You mutter pushing Satoru over to sit on the large couch.

"It's rare to see you so vulnerable. I have to savor it while I can." Satoru smiles but rubs your shoulder in an effort to console you.

Suguru continues to laugh as he pulls out hid iPad to finish up a sketch for a customer. You want to watch but do not want to risk falling and furthering your embarrassment. Used to your curiosity as he works, Suguru turns and sighs. "Satoru..."

"Ooo fine..." Satoru says pulling out a backpack. You raise your eyebrow and he opens it to reveal flat but stylish sandals. He hands them to you and your thankfulness out ways the anger, knowing he had them the whole time. You switch out your shoes and rush up to observe Suguru, who is grinning pleased with himself.

You always felt a sense of peace when you visited the tattoo shop. Everyone got along well for the most part. You did not have trouble conversing. They made you feel a part of the environment. You were often the therapist of the group. Easing any small tension that would arise.

As you watched Suguru fill in the design you tugged on the short dress once again. "Why couldn't you have had Suki come here after Suguru closed..." You complain to Satoru.

"I did contact her at the last minute. Had to repay her kindness with a quick session of my own." Satoru hummed and you gagged. "Hey you asked!" He shrugged and you rolled your eyes.

You knew that your two friends got around quite a bit. What you weren't expecting was that their behavior would rub off on you. Being around them gave you a sense of confidence you had never had the ability to feel before. You became dominant in your intimate relationships without realizing it. You expressed your wants clearly. Unlike in the past where you felt your needs were a burden. Hearing men whimper easily became one of your favorite addictions.

Being able to not have to hide yourself was empowering. You have always been thankful to Satoru and Suguru for helping you find your voice. You picked on their promiscuity but you would never judge them. They created a safe space.

"Y/N..." Satoru whispers standing beside you, pulling you from your thoughts. He lifts a blunt towards you and you smile. "I told you I'd reup for you." He winks handing it over. He pulls up a chair and you light it up. Easily falling into a discussion while Suguru finished up.

Small timeskip

Being at the shop was not as difficult as most social situations. The people there were friendly and welcoming. One artist in particular was your favorite, Yuta. He was a bit reserved but you both had found a common interest, Dungeon and Dragons. You both had a fascination with cool looking dice and exciting stories.

"I hate the new class. It's way to overpowered!" You complain as you were currently looking at some of his drawings of monsters. Yuta laughs and nods in agreement. So engrossed in the topic you did not realize Satoru had snuck behind you until he wrapped himself onto your back.

"Satoru... not every conversation has to involve you." You tease as he nuzzles into your neck and you ruffle his hair.

One thing you had discovered about Satoru Gojo was though he was always the center of attention he felt a sense of utter loneliness. Growing up in a well to do family where his parents often left him by himself he never really received normal attention and caring as a child. As his friend you always tried your hardest to be there and to reassure him.

After you pat his head, Satoru grins sheepishly and stands. Content with your affection he now sauntered over to flirt with Lily the receptionist. You laugh as her cheeks flush red and she twirls her hair shyly.

"Doesn't that  annoy you?" Yuta says watching the interaction at the front desk. You look at him confused.

"Why would it?" You question and he shrugs.

"I don't know. I just don't see how you can live with those two. They are cool and all but their personalities can be so intense. You're always so chill. Like the opposite." He explains as he begins cleaning his station.

"I've known them a long time. I understand them. Under all of that abrasive energy they are very kind." You say with a far away look as you stand and stretch.

"Y/N! I'm ready for you!" You hear Suguru shout from down the hall. You pump your fist excitedly.

Yuta sighs, "I guess..." You hear him mutter but you were already racing towards the back. In any group personalities can clash. Suguru and Satoru both had a very large presence. You knew you were a buffer when things got heated and you didn't mind. As a child you sat amongst chaos of shouting and manipulation. This was easy.

You enter Suguru's studio and jump onto the tattoo chair. He smiles at you as you observe him preparing the inks. He already knows what you had been wanting. It had to be small because your body was a canvas for his art already. You loved everything he created so being a human portfolio never bothered you.

After an hour you lifted a shot glass in cheers with your best friends. The rest of the crew had left and you had just finished cleaning when Satoru decided you all needed to pregame. "To a great night. Thank the higher powers for Y/N finally agreeing to join us!"

You down the liquor and are wrapped up in a bear hug. You giggle, unable to contain your joy. With a positive mindset you all make your way out into the night.

#spicy fic #smut #jjk fanfic #rough smut #jjk x y/n #fanfiction #gojo satoru #geto suguru #best friend #getou suguru x reader #suguru x satoru #getou x gojo

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Underworld {3} || Dimitri Belikov

Dimitri Belikov x dhampir!f!reader Summary: It's time to go strigoi hunting. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, violence, staking, mentions of blood and wounds. WC: 2.6k

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5

The latest reports mentioned a spate of missing persons in a city three hours away so that were where Boris was heading. You were grateful it wasn’t closer and it gave you a little bit of time to catch up on your sleep before arriving and going in search of strigoi. There was only one problem, and that came in the form of a female dhampir by the name of Sam. 

“So,” Sam purred as she stuck her head through to the front and wiggled her eyebrows, “how big was his stake? Tell me he gave it to you real good.”

“Fucking hell, I just had breakfast,” Boris complained as he screwed up his face.

You sent an apologetic smile to your godfather before twisting around to grin back at Sam. “All I am going to say is there is a strong correlation between the length of his coat and his cock.”

Sam’s smile widened as she remembered the long leather duster Dimitri had worn. “Yes! I knew it, girl. He had serious BDE.”

“What’s BDE?” Boris asked, dropping the illusion that he had been more focused on the road than the conversation.

“Nothin-” You were interrupted as Sam butted in with, “Big Dick Energy, keep up old man.”

“Okay, thats enough about my sex life.”

“Thank the saints,” Boris grumbled.

“What did you do last night?” you asked Sam. 

“More like who.” Sam winked and patted Boris on the head as he cursed under his breath when the conversation steered straight back to sex. “I found myself a tasty royal looking for some fun.”

A growl of distaste clawed up your throat and you fell back into your seat. “Ugh, spoiled assholes the lot of them.”

“Adrian wasn’t that bad, for an Ivashkov.” 

That got your attention and you spun around again to check you had heard correctly. “Adrian Ivashkov? He certainly knows how to have fun.”

Adrian rarely visited the Underworld since his mother threatened his trust fund but he still managed to sneak in on occasion and spend a fortune in the clubs. 

Sam chuckled and wiggled around to get more comfortable in the seat between Duke and Zane, using Zane’s shoulder as a pillow when she yawned. “Oh what fun we had.”

Her eyes fluttered shut with a smile and you wondered how she had been the one to keep you awake but somehow she was asleep first. Snuggling into your own seat and resting your head on the seatbelt, you let the curve of the winding road rock you to sleep. 

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Duke asked, his voice barely above a whisper in case there were any strigoi patrolling the grounds behind the impressive gates. “Looks more like a royal’s summer house.”

You snickered quietly. “Maybe it was and they turned strigoi.” 

“Shh, there’s movement,” Boris commanded and pointed to the shadow crossing a dimly lit window on the top floor. 

Everyone kept silent, taking note of the windows and doors that could be seen, as well as any other shadows that gave an idea of how many occupants were inside. With a hand signal from Boris, you all began to move away as a unit and deeper into the trees. 

“There’s no way we are getting over the walls, not with those spikes.” Duke crossed his arms and leant against a tree as plans were made. “Even if by some miracle we made it over without losing a testicle, there's no cover - we would be sitting ducks.”

Zane winced at the thought and shoved his spare stake into his boot. “I for one would prefer to keep my testicles.”

“If we can’t sneak in, why not just ram the gates?” You opened your arms with a silent ‘what?’ when every set of eyes turned on you. “We can cross most of the ground in seconds and maybe the chaos could be to our advantage.”

Boris pressed his palms to his eyes to ease the headache you were almost always the cause of. “That is a terrible plan.” 

“At least it is an actual plan,” you pointed out. “I don’t think ‘keeping your nuts intact’ really counts.”

“Anyone have anything better?” Boris asked, lingering on each dhampir hoping someone had something but they all shook their heads and he sighed. “Fuck it, lets ram ‘em.”

There were a few adjustments made to the plan by the time you reached the SUVs. Floyd wasn’t happy to hear that it would be his SUV that was getting a quick modification, the doors being removed for both a quick exit out of it and to make shields for the dhampirs who would be riding on the roof racks. Since you were the one crazy enough to come up with the idea, you got to ride up top. 

“I can’t decide if this is brilliant or insane,” Sasha said as she lifted a door up to you and Sam.

“The two often go hand in hand with her,” Sam replied with a proud nudge to your shoulder. “There was this one time where she stole a helicopter and-”

“Not now Sam,” you said with a nod towards Boris’ approach. “Time to saddle up.”

“Alex just confirmed two of the missing persons are in the building.” Boris stepped up on the running boards and pinned you with his grey eyes. “No heroics, stick with the team and take down the strigoi - that is your mission."

It took all your will not to rise to the challenge in his eyes but eventually you nodded and secured the shield as the SUV roared to life. You knew the warning was to protect you as much as the rest of the team and also because he cared for you the most. As your mother’s guardian and your father’s best friend, he had watched over you from the moment you were born.

You were barely a teen when strigoi attacked your home. It was only because of those pointless piano lessons, your mother had made you take, that you were not there when the attack happened. Boris had been driving you home when he received the alarming call through his ear piece, but even breaking every speed limit couldn’t get him there in time to save your family. 

You pushed aside the memory of that night and focused on the present. You were alive when so many were not and you would make it count. You pulled out your stake and held it between you and Sam as you spoke, “Strike hard.”

She drew her stake and tapped it against yours with a grim smile. “Strike fast.”

A thrilling scream tore from your lungs as the SUV smashed through the gates and adrenaline flooded your system. Within seconds the doors to the mansion exploded open and strigoi came tearing across the field. 

“Hold tight!” Boris ordered as he turned the steering wheel and pulled the handbrake. The back end of the SUV swung around and crashed into the line of strigoi, sending some flying back while one stubborn male held tight and climbed up towards you. 

You swung the heavy door and grunted at the shock that shot up your arm as it connected with the strigoi. The SUV came to a stop and the hunters were already pouring out into the night when you dropped the shield and Sam struck the stunned strigoi down, her stake spearing his heart in an instant.

“Thanks.” You nodded in appreciation before jumping down. “Let's go.”

A quick scan was all you needed to determine where you were needed most and you pumped your arms as you raced towards Sasha, the newest member to join the ranks. She was still finding her rhythm in the group and her determined fight with a female strigoi had pulled her away from the main party. It was what the seasoned hunters dubbed ‘chasing the rabbit’, and it was a good way to get yourself killed.

“We need to join the others,” you said as you jumped into the fray and kicked the strigoi back. 

Her eyes were focused only on the strigoi, as if she hadn’t even heard you, and then tackled the strigoi to the ground with her stake buried deep into her chest. “They took my brother from me.”

Vengeance burned through her with a fire you had been consumed by for a long, long time. “And you will avenge Mikhail, but you can’t do that if you are dead too.”

You spun as bloodied nails clawed at your neck and dodged them before raking your stake down the cheek of the strigoi. It screeched in pain but still attacked blindly, one of its wild swings connecting with Sasha. You couldn’t spare a glance her way as she was thrown across the lawn, not when you were ducking and dodging the nails and snapping teeth aimed at your throat.

You cursed as fangs sank into your forearm and felt the skin tear as you twisted your arms in its jaws, just enough to angle your stake into his diaphragm. The strigoi released your arm to protect his chest but it came too late as you shoved your body against the handle and drove it home.

The grass was littered with bodies as you regained your breath and found no immediate attack. The main group were taking down the last stragglers with the efficiency of the death squad they were trained to be, working together to pin and stake the strigoi and protect each other's back.

“You okay?” you asked Sasha as she pulled herself to her feet and cradled her swollen cheek.

She looked down in shame as she realised she had chased the rabbit, then her eyes widened as she saw your blood dripping down your fingers and onto the grass. “Are you?”

“I’ll be fine.” You swapped your stake to your other hand and made for Duke who was waiting at the door. “Status?”

“Seven saved, no major injuries.” Saved, because that was what happened when a strigoi was staked, their soul was saved from the damned, undead state it was in. It made the job a whole lot easier to think of their deaths that way, to save the person that was a brother or sister, son or daughter - rather than just killing a monster. 

“Good,” you said as you stepped past and into the mansion to join the scouting. “Two saved, no major injuries.”

Boris pointed to you and then the stairs before signalling to everyone to fan out. Sasha kept at your side and climbed the stairs with you, watching your back as you kicked each door in along the corridor. “Clear.”

Echoes of others declaring each room clear followed you. The hopes of finding any survivors were quickly dwindling until you kicked in the last door and met a pale face, teeth bared. You slammed your palm up under his chin as you ducked, jamming its mouth shut so it couldn’t bite you as you moved inside the room. 

Sasha was already engaging as you grabbed his arms and pulled them back to leave its chest clear. He was clearly Moroi before he was turned, the long, slim limbs giving it away as much as the lack of defence. The strigoi that were born dhampirs were always harder to save than the human or Moroi, their basic training instinct somehow overriding the bloodlust. 

“Call it,” you said to Sasha as you dropped the body and went to the two humans who were unconscious on a bloodied bed.

Sasha pressed the button on her ear piece and spoke to the team, “One saved, two humans alive.”

“Fuck,” Boris cursed through the comms. “I’ll call the Alchemists.”

You were hoping to rescue dhampir and Moroi but even getting these two humans out alive meant there were two less bodies to turn strigoi once they had finished feeding. The strigoi no longer seemed to target just dhampir or Moroi in recent months, turning just as amny humans and sending them out on suicide missions. 

Thumping on the floor above rattled the chandelier and you looked to Sasha before making for the stairs. Zane and Alex had taken the second floor and by the time you reached the trashed room they were in they were sitting beside the bodies of two strigoi, panting and grinning at each other. 

“Two saved,” you spoke for them into your ear piece.

“And three dhampir,” Zane said with a nod to the adjoining room, his smile widening, “plus one Moroi…all alive.”

You gaped as you ducked into the room and found the four of them strapped to chairs, mouths duct taped but indeed alive. “Holy shit.”

The rest of the mansion was empty and after a second thorough walk through Boris gave the all clear to move out, just in time to see the Alchemists arrive. They held no interest for anyone but the two humans, merely being cordial with Boris enough to understand the situation before taking over the entire scene. 

“They remind me of the men in black,” Duke muttered as he reached into his pocket and slipped his sunglasses on as dawn broke the horizon. “Do you think they can erase people's memory?”

You rolled your eyes but found yourself laughing as the weight of the night eased from your shoulders. “God I hope so, just so I don’t have to remember you and those ridiculous glasses.”

Duke tipped his chin down and looked over the rim of them at you. “Excuse you, I am a fashionista. I can make anything look good.” 

“Like when you dropped your stake tonight,” Sam said with a smirk, earning a groan from Duke as he shoved his glasses back up his nose.

“I thought that was going to stay between us.”

“Maybe, but then you called yourself a fashionista.”

Boris pressed the button on his earpiece with a grin. “Ladies and gentlemen, Dukey-boy dropped his stake tonight - the first round of drinks is on him.”

Duke leaned in to Sam’s side so he could whisper in her ear, “I really hate you sometimes.”

Her answering smile told her she knew he was lying, especially when his eyes lingered on her lips. Turning back in your seat, you snuggled down and thanked whoever it was that listened out there for bringing everyone home alive. It was something that had happened less and less.

You woke to silence and blinked slowly as you found yourself in the underground garage. Boris has turned the engine off, that was what woke you and you found Sam, Duke and Zane all fast asleep in the back seat. 

“I said no heroics,” Boris said quietly as he unclipped his seat belt. “You were meant to stay with the group.”

“Sasha needed-”

“Sasha should have stayed with the group.” Boris sighed and patted his hand on yours. “I promised your parents I would protect you, and your dad would throttle me if he knew what we do, but these rules are there to keep you safe.”

“I’m sorry, Borko.”

He softened at his nickname, something only you and your father had used for him. Nodding his head, he let you escape the sterner conversation he had been preparing and watched you slip into the tunnels that led to the hunters apartments. You had barely made it two steps into the shadows when a silhouette blocked your way.

“You’re hurt,” Dimitri stated bluntly as he took your hand and carefully pushed your sleeve back to reveal the wound you had been hiding from Boris.

You pulled your arm away and looked over your shoulder, grateful to see that Boris was busy debriefing the other hunting squads that were also returning home. Stepping around Dimitri, you led the way to your apartment knowing he would follow as you spoke, “Not here.”

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#dimitri belikov x y/n #dimitri x reader #dimitri belikov #dimitri belikov x you #vampire academy fanfiction #vampire academy fanfic #vampire academy spoilers