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wint3r-h3art · 7 months

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The (un)Invited | Vampire!Miguel O’Hara

Summary: Your new and mysterious next-door neighbor turns out to be more than you think he is.

WC: 4.5K

Warnings: Contains horror & dark themes like dub-con and blood. Predator/prey play, possessive behavior, biting, oral sex (female receiving), breeding kink, vaginal fingering & vaginal sex.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DO NO INTERACT

A/N: The first entry of my Carpe Noctum event for the month of October! Special shout out to @galatially for beta reading this. thank you so much for your amazing feedback, and you may have planted some ideas for a possible part 2 🤣

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Petrichor permeated the air as the last breath of the sun fled the sky, drenching heaven with inky blackness. The rain had just stopped after many days of brutal heat waves, soaking every dry crevice with a new sense of life.

Miguel crouched down on the large branch of the tree, balancing his large body with just the ball of his feet. His crimson eyes burned like candlelight in the silent darkness; the air felt sticky and heavy with a hint of sweetness.

With his eyes closed, he could hear the rushing of footsteps, running and trudging atop the wet, muddy forest floor. Miguel licked his lips tentatively, revealing his sharp, pearly canines. He ran his tongue over his fangs as thirst traced its cold fingertips along his spine. The familiar ache radiated from the base of his throat. His gum was aching and throbbing as the sweet scent filled his lungs. Saliva flooded his mouth at the prospect of his sinking his teeth into the sweet, warm flesh. He imagined what it would feel like to have that blood gushed into his mouth, satiating that ache and filling him with nothing but that sticky, sweet crimson liquid.

He had tasted you before—the salty sweetness lingered on his tongue and felt like a stimulant upon his senses. Soft and warm–like the way the sunlight kissed upon his skin many centuries ago. It was like a punishment and a salvation for him–blurring the fine line between his hunger and want. He knew then and there that he got to have you.

A deep, guttural growl emitted from deep within his chest at the thought of spending his eternity with you. A small yelp followed by a soft thud pulled him from his reverie.

You were so naive and so trusting, inviting him into your apartment without a single thought in mind. He knew from the very beginning about the attraction you felt for him. Your eyes told him everything he needed. The magnetic pull you felt at that moment your gaze landed on him was instantaneous and strong. Every molecule in your body yearned for him–it was all built-in for a creature such as himself. He was meant to tempt, to lure and to trap his prey where he wanted them.

From exchanging glances when you invited him into your apartment for coffee to the way his voice would drop an octave or two lower when you converse with him–hell, even the way he smelled, they were all meant to trap you in his web.

Two weeks to gain your trust and two weeks to get you to need him–to want him so much that you would go crazy. He knew from the moment his lips touched yours that it would be an end game. It was unlike any hunger he had ever felt before. He swore he almost moaned out loud when his lips molded over yours in a slow, sensuous kiss. His large palm trailed to the nape of your neck, holding you there in place as his tongue twisted and flicked with yours. It took every ounce of his control then and there to not fully initiate the mating ritual because as much as he had the upper hand, he wanted you to want him–to crave him to the point where you beg for him.

Falling for him was easy when Miguel was so intune to your every need, whether it was in the bedroom or not. You were a little bit suspicious of course when he only wanted to spend time with you after the sun went down, but that little voice that was in the back of your mind was weaker than what your heart desired. It wasn’t as if he was hiding you–hell, he took you to places you’ve never dreamt of going, yet…it felt off.

You have never seen him work nor go out–hell, you weren’t trying to spy on him. You were curious. He always stayed in during the daytime, all cooped up in his apartment and not answering your text. He always made it up though with lavish gifts and attention that you never dreamt was being given to a man as attractive as Miguel was. Looking back now, you felt a pang of regret for trusting him this much.

You didn’t even bother protesting when he invited you to spend the long weekend with him at a cabin he claimed his family owned in the woods. Any sane person would have asked him more questions, especially when you only knew him for a month. With your cockdrunk brain thought, it only took a little convincing from him to get you to where he wanted you: secluded from prying eyes.

His true nature fully came out when he had you under him on the couch. He was more impatient than usual, and you only thought that it was because he was needy from not seeing you for the past three days, but something was off about him.

He was rougher than usual. Every time he grabbed your thighs and pulled you toward him, he wasn’t being careful digging his nail into your skin. There was a sense of urgency in the way he kissed you. He would let his teeth graze the delicate skin of your lips, and at times it felt like he did it intentionally to break the skin open. His tongue would then lick over that same spot, and you swore you could taste the faint salty, metallic taste on his tongue when he plunged it down your throat.

But all it took was a glimpse into his bloodlust eyes.

Somehow, underneath the amber light, his eyes seemed to glow blood red as he was kissing the space between your breasts. You were, of course, stuck in a haze when his mouth did such a sinful thing to you–licking and kissing his way down your body while his large palm covered your soft mound. There was no hesitation of course when you let out a terrifying scream as you tried to scurry out from beneath him, but Miguel had you in a grip. And from the way your scent changes, he knows that you have figured him out.

Miguel slowly sat up as he gazed down at you. A thin trail of crimson liquid ran down his chin. His tongue darted out to lick the traces of your blood, flashing you a small glimpse of his fangs.

You were delirious and frantic at this point. You could feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through you as every cell in your body told you to run.

“What the fuck are you?”

Miguel didn’t miss the way your voice trembled as you took a step back, hand clutching whatever article of clothes you had. He also couldn’t ignore the way your heart surged, beating so hard against your ribcage as if it was about to burst through your chest cavity. He also couldn’t deny the intoxicated smell of your blood that was pumping through your veins either. His gum ached just from the desire to sink his teeth into your skin while he fuck you deeply. He had never wanted anyone in his life before–hell, he had never wanted to mate with anyone this much in all of his existence. The thought of feeding you while he bred you was driving him mad.

“You know the answer to that already, love. Do you want me to spell it out for you?”

Miguel took a step towards you, and you retreated. In the confinement of the cabin, his stature appeared larger inside the cabin. He could have easily snapped you in half if he wanted, but that was far from it.

He was right. You knew exactly what he was. Your brain could piece together the little clue. The red glowing eyes, the sharp fangs, and those talon-like nails–you knew exactly what he was.

“A-Are you going to kill me?”

Miguel laughed in reply, and you took another step backward. He knew you would want to run, and that only made this little thing a little more fun for him.

“Hmm…originally,” he replied pensively as he ran his claws through his messy, brown hair, letting some traces of your blood coated his strands. It was true. His original intention was to devour you, but for some reason, the more time he spent with you, the more he craved you in a way that feeding you would satisfy him.

“But you turned out to be far, far better than a one-time meal for me. You see, I was searching for someone that I could spend the rest of my eternity with. I’ve never thought that I would find someone as perfect as you are, but by hell…” He chuckled as if he couldn’t believe that someone like you could be real.

“You were so eager to have my affection and so eager to be with me. Not to mention how fucking perfect you are for me. Your scent–every time you came, the smell of your blood felt like some sort of stimulant to me…like a drug that somehow I can’t get enough of, so I gotta have you, sweetheart. All we need to do is perform the mating ritual, and we shall spend the rest of our eternity together.”

“You’re insane,” you managed to utter the words out. “You are fucking insane…you did all this just to make me into some sort of your little pet for you to feed on.”

Miguel chuckled again. “Hmm, I mean a nicer term would be my mate. A great deal if you ask me because the alternative will be me draining you dry until you are nothing more than skin and bones. And if it wasn’t me, there are others that are far worse than I.”

“You’re insane,” you sobbed as your back was now flushed against the cabin door.

“Hmm, am I? I thought you wanted me. You said that the last time we made love, did you not.”

You gasped out loud as you remembered that one night that he had stayed over. It was the middle of your fucking of course. You were clearly under the influence of lust to even think straight.

“You clearly said you wanted to be mine. You said that I can take you, and here I am, taking you up on that offer.”

His smile slowly turned sickly sweet. You were horrified of him of course.

“Please let me go,” you pleaded with your hands behind your back, trying to slowly turn the door knob. Miguel knew of course, but he had been a patient man. He could play along a bit more. It wasn’t like you can run far.

“Hmmm, why would I do that when I have spent so much time getting to know you?”

“Please?” you begged again, this time you knew that once you got him distracted you could bolt right out.

“No.”

You swallowed as you watched him, making sure that you could catch him off guard, and you bolted right out the door.

You ran like hell. The icy cold wind bit through your skin, as your legs burned. It wasn’t ideal to run with your bare feet, but you didn’t have a choice. You didn’t even bother to look back to see if he followed you or not.

Miguel leaped from one tree branch to another, eyes and ears pin-pointed to your location. Even at the slightest movement within his property, he could hear you. It wasn’t like you could run far, he thought to himself as he breathed in your lingering scent again. Miguel licked his lips as if the smell had invigorated him or something.

There was no time, you thought again. You have to run, you told yourself when suddenly your foot got caught by the mud and toppled you over with a soft thud. You yelped out in surprise as pain shot out from your ankle.

“Fuck, fuck fuck…” you mumbled in between your breath as you tried to pull yourself out of this predicament. Your clothes are stained with mud and dead leaves. The smell of dead vegetation filled your nostrils.

“This can’t be happening,” you sobbed as you dragged yourself forward, crawling atop the muddy forest floor. Every moment was slow as you struggled. Tears soaked your face as you heard faint footsteps following you not too far behind, stalking, observing. You didn’t dare to look. You just knew who it was, and you didn’t dare to think of anything else other than to escape.

You could barely hear what he was saying in Spanish when your heart was beating so hard against your chest. It was almost deafening by the way you were practically hyperventilating as panic set it. You didn’t want him to catch you, but damn your stupid ankle, and damn your stupid self for believing his lies. You should have known that this was too good to be true. No good men in their right mind wanted you. The thought only made you sob harder because hell, you really believed him.

You were at the point of exhaustion as Miguel continued to observe you not too far behind when hands were in his pocket. It was a pitiful sight indeed, but you were too damn stubborn, and he somehow had to teach you a lesson or two first.

“Are you done?” Miguel asked, kneeling next to you. Of course, you instinctively flinched away from him and didn’t answer, but he chose to ignore that.

“Look at what you’ve done to yourself…we could have been civilized, you know,” he said as he slid his arms underneath you and picked you up. You felt his smell enamored you as he pressed close to his chest. Why did he has to smell so fucking good all the damn time?

“You wanted to kill me,” you said in between hiccups of your sob.

“No–now, you are just being unreasonable. I wanted you—not to kill you. I want to have you, there’s two different things, sweetheart.”

“The same frickin thing,” you said in between your sobs. “I’ll end up dead regardless.”

Miguel didn’t say anything. He simply and quickly made his way back into his cabin and headed straight to the bathroom. You watched him carefully as he placed you on your feet. He turned on the shower to the warm setting and waited until the water came to the temperature.

“What are you doing?” you asked. You realized your voice was hoarse now from all the crying and screaming.

“Cleaning you…do you want to stay in these muddy, wet clothes?” His dark brows quirked as he looked at you with his crimson gaze.

“Stop pretending like you care about me when I am nothing more than your meal.”

Miguel let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh, but you are not,” he reassured you again as he crouched down until he was at your eye level. His deft fingers worked quickly with your tops and pants. “I’ve told you before, I want to have you.”

“The same fucking thing!”

Miguel huffed as his anger boiled over. He suddenly grabbed you by the nape of your neck, forcing you to look at him. There was no denying that he was furious.

“If you’re going to treat me like a fucking monster, I’ll show you a monster.”

With that, his mouth crashed into yours with a ferocity that was unlike anything you ever felt. His hard body pressed against yours almost too much. His arm snaked around your waist, constricting you. You could feel his fangs scraping your skin every now and then. His tongue plunged into your mouth, licking and sucking at your tongue.

Miguel was relentless in his quest to break you–to mold you into his perfect bride. Long had his search been to find the perfect person, and long had he been, enduring years of loneliness and drowning himself in the sea of bloodlust. But now, he found you, and he won’t stop until you become his.

He grabbed you by the ass and hoisted you up. He brought you under the hot water, your back pressed against the cool wall as his lips trailed down to your neck. You could feel his tongue licking along the column of your neck. Miguel would press his sharp fangs against your neck enough to elicit a whimper out of you, but not enough to pierce your skin just yet.

“Tell me you want me,” he said, his voice vibrating against your neck as you shudder in his arms. You could feel his cock pressed against your stomach. “Beg me to fuck you and fill you.”

You whimpered, unable to vocalize or rationalize anything.

On one hand, you wanted him. In such a short period of time, you felt like you found the one person that want you without judgment, on the other hand, he lied to you–hell, he was a fucking vampire.

Miguel groaned as he slowly ground his hips against your bare core. His large palm squeezed at your ass cheek firmly before slapping it.

“Say it!”

The growling sent chills down your spine as you let out a somewhat incoherent whimper.

You were practically sobbing in his arms as he nibbled against your skin. You were clearly scared and helpless, and Miguel could tell by the way the sickly sweet scent filled the bathroom. He had no desire to force you, but your insistence on insulting and running away from him made him this way.

Taking a deep breath, he stopped and simply stood there with you in his arms, allowing the hot water to wash dirt and grime off you. He had to tell himself that you needed time to process all of these. But time wasn’t the luxury he had right now. The mating needed to be tonight. He cannot endure another full moon without you.

After a long moment of calming himself, he finally spoke with his forehead pressed against yours. His crimson eyes were no longer glowing.

“I have no desire to spend eternity with you resenting me, so I will give you a choice of coming to me willingly. ”

“The alternative?” you croaked. “What if I don��t want to change?”

“You know the answer to that,” he said somberly as he put you down. “Clean up and don’t you fucking dare think about running again.”

*****

You finished showering and limped out of the bathroom to find Migule sitting at the edge of the bed, his eyes never faltering from you as you slowly approached him. You noticed that he was holding a pouch of blood in one hand, which was already half empty. His lips stained a deep shade of red, glistening with the liquid that he was drinking. Fear traced its way down your spine.

Miguel noticed your concerned expression and spoke. “I’m trying to feed myself so I don’t take too much from you.”

“That’s very considerate of you,” you mumbled with arms crossed over your naked chest.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Miguel said. His warm smoky scent filled the room. The air felt so thick that you felt like you were choking on it. He held out a hand–an open invitation for you to take.

“Eternity is a long time,” you said softly. “I’m not sure if I can do that.”

Miguel closed his palm around yours and pulled you in until you were straddling him. His forehead pressed against yours again. You could feel his sickly, sweet breath brushing against your skin as you stared at him. “You’ll figure it out. I’ll make sure you see my reasons.”

With that, his lips closed against yours. This time he was gentle and slow and deliberate. It felt like the Miguel that you came to know–perhaps the visage that he had put on to make you fall for him. He trailed one hand up and down your spine, while the other held you firmly in place.

His tongue swept across your lips, then along your jawline. Licking and tasting every inch of your skin. You were practically breathless at this point as your body felt weaker against his barrage upon your senses.

“Tell me you want me,” he mumbled against your breast. His low, baritone voice sent a tremor straight through you as his crimson eyes watched you. “Beg me to take you.”

“P-please take me…” you said in a haze as your lashes fluttered from the wet sensation of his mouth against your breast.

He grunted and bit down slightly on your right breast. A small gush of your blood flooded his mouth as he drank you in. Every inch of his body felt like it was set ablaze as the sweet taste of your blood coated his tongue. He felt his cock hardened as every part of him filled with nothing but you.

It should have hurt, but your fucked up brain was far too gone. Instead of pain, you felt pleasure as your pussy felt like it was gushing out even more slick.

“Fuck,” he growled as his tongue darted out to lick the small puncture wound on your soft mound. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. I’m going to drink you, fill you, and breed you until you’re filled with nothing but me.”

You whined as he had you on your back. His large body hovered over yours. You were practically delirious at this point. Miguel still licked his lips, savoring the way your blood still lingered on them. It took everything in him to not initiate the ritual then. He wanted to enjoy you as a mortal first, taking his time a bit before changing you.

Miguel licked two of his long, thick fingers, wetting them first before he brought it down to your nether lips. His fingers brushed against the fold, allowing your wetness to coat them before he plunged them right into your soppy pussy.

Your body jolted instantly as he was knuckled deep inside you. The soft, squelching sound filled the room as he pumped his digits in and out with intent. Miguel’s thumb pressed and swiped against your clit, bringing you raw pleasure. Your body responded in such a way that you didn’t understand. You were practically grounding your hips against his arms, fucking yourself on his fingers needily.

“Miguel…” you moaned, but he didn’t verbally respond. Instead, he bent his head down and licked the same spot where he had drank from you.

He suddenly added a third finger and he suddenly sped up his movement while his mouth was around your stiff nipple. Pleasure bombarded your senses.

You moaned out his name again.

“You like that, hmmm?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted under your breath as you watched him with a hazy gaze.

“Hmmm,” he said before withdrawing his fingers from you. A protesting whine left your lips, but you soon found yourself gasping again when he swiftly moved down. His mouth was practically devouring your pussy. His tongue pressed and toyed with your clit while his vice-like grip held you in place.

A deep rumbling noise emitted from his chest and vibrated straight through your pussy. Your clit was throbbing to your frantic heartbeat. Your pussy clenched and unclenched at the emptiness you wish he would fill you with. It was like a never-ending hell as he tore you apart and put you back together simultaneously. And it wasn’t long when you came with a strangled cry.

Miguel continued to plunge his tongue into your needy hole, lapping at your essence. You could feel his sharp fangs traced against the skin of your inner thigh. And without a thought he sank his teeth into your flesh once again, drinking you slowly. It was like a burst of adrenaline shot through his veins as your sweet taste coursed through his body. As if his cock weren’t hard already, whatever the fuck your blood was doing to him was like some sort of drug that made him mad.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he mumbled as he moved to kneel between your legs. A trail of thick blood ran down his chin as he looked at you. He was wild, terrified, and hot all at once, and you felt your reservation slowly slipping.

His arms slid between under thighs, lifting them over his forearms as his body moved closer so that his knees were now close to your chest. He adjusted his hips and pressed the fat tip of his cock against your wet entrance. His crimson eyes never tore away from you.

Miguel slowly pressed forward, entering you with a slow and precise movement. Your eyes closed as he stretched you out deliciously, filling you with that long, thick cock. You could barely have your eyes opened as he began to move, driving himself into you with a ferocity that you’ve never experienced before.

Miguel was dangerous alright–not in the way that he was a vampire, but by the way he knew how to make you feel far too damn good. He was your heaven and hell wrapped up into one.

He sank deeper, lowering his weight until you felt like you couldn't take anymore. Every thrust made you breathless. You could feel his balls slapped against your ass every time he slammed into you, making you moan louder.

The smell of smoky, sweet scent filled your nostrils as he dipped his head and pressed his lips against your neck. You could feel his every grunt reverberating through you from the effort of his movement alone.

That familiar warmth ran down his spine and straight through his balls. He knew he was close, and by the way your pussy was clenching around him, he knew you were close too.

Without a thought, he sank his teeth into you and drank you in as he continued to fuck you. Rapture tore through you with a newfound sensation, unlike anything you felt before. Your body felt like it was floating as coldness seeped through you.

And then an intense, salty coppery taste coated your tongue, filling you and drowning you with it. You realize that Miguel no longer moved as he allowed you to drink from his wrist. His blood filled you, choking you until the darkness took you over.

He sat there, watching as your body lay limp. Anxiety filled him as he waited. Perhaps he took too much, or perhaps he didn’t give you enough.

A faint thud pulled Miguel out of his thoughts. And then Another, and another.

Miguel watched pensively as you slowly opened your eyes. His lips stretched into a smile.

“Welcome to your new life, my love.”

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thevillainswhore · 8 months

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Stalker!IT/tech!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

(snippets/mentions of Carter Bazien x F!Reader and Ending, Beginnings!Frank x F!Reader)

Summary: Bucky, the IT and technology expert of your office, has been secretly obsessed since the moment he set his sights on sensitive, naive, little you. But, your only fault is your repetitive ability to get your heartbroken by fuck boys. So, naturally, he has to do whatever it takes to make you see he’s perfect for you… right?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Stalking, mentions of smut (p in v, male masturbation) violence, grievous bodily harm, dark elements, possessive behaviour, hacking, reader is very naive, Bucky is a hell of a warning here (will add more with the upcoming chapters) PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS - THIS IS A DARK FIC!!!

A/N: We are finally here!! 😭 incase anyone doesn’t remember, I teased this fic a longgg time ago and it makes me so happy to announce its now live 🥹 as mentioned before this is a multi part story - I’m aiming for 3 parts but it could be more with me who knows 🤣 I also changed the my moodboard bc my last one did not include inclusivity and that is the goal here 💗

So now onto my appreciations ❤️ first of all I need to thank @mickeyhenrys for helping with the fic title - she’s a genius and I’m so thankful! Next, I need to thank @sgt-seabass for the help with the IT/cyber security aspect of things - she was absolutely amazing with providing all the information I needed and I’m super grateful for it. And last and certainly not least… my beautiful @rookthorne. my god I can’t even begin to thank you for all the help you’ve given me on this. To beta’ing this fic, helping me a lot with my moodboard even when I was a pain the ass 🤣 and just supporting me in general with my crazy ideas - this fic sprouted from our brainstorming and looking back from then to where this has flourished now is amazing 💗 thank you for being the beautiful person you are and inspiring me to grow as a writer. I love you so much 🥹

Now onto the fic, please enjoy the start of this crazy, wild ride and good luck - you’re gonna need it… 👀

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

Bucky glances over at you through the window that seperates the two of you, gushing about your new date already. It took you a week, maybe two, to get over the last guy. And here you were, yet again, in the same conversation with the same co-worker, debating about which dress you were gonna wear tonight.

Did it matter anyway?

The same shit happens every time. You go out with a new prize idiot, get laid, wait for them to text you back (spoiler: they never do), and you sit there, crying and wondering where you went wrong.

It was frustrating.

You only ever go out with the conventional ‘fuck boy’. The same three-piece suits and quiffed hair that looks like it’s been cemented to their skull with product and arrogance, both in equal measure.

When were you going to get it? You choose the wrong type of guy, every single time. And yet, you wonder why they never stick around long enough to make things official, or to settle down.

You were gullible; so naive.

The perfect girl that Bucky has kept his sights set on from that very first day that you begun working in the same office.

That’s when you walked into my life, Angel.

It wasn’t all that new for it to rain in New York. Heels clicked and splashed through the deep puddles of the pavement, and leather briefcases bumped against each other in the chaos of the crowds as Bucky made his way to work.

He found he didn’t so much mind the repetitive routine – his life had never been exciting. It gave him peace of mind to hear all the usual sounds and to witness the usual frenzied rush from his run down apartment all the way to his office.

He liked his job, truly. It’s what he’s always excelled best in and it’s what has kept him in his comfort zone. There was never no real need to talk to people as all communication or pleas for help were addressed in an email. Those who didn’t email always dragged themselves to his office and slammed their technology down on his desk, grunt or curse at him, before primly walking back out again.

That would anger most people – the blatant disregard for his existence and the treatment similar to that of a scolded dog, but Bucky’s been there for ten years now, and over those many, many days, he had gotten used to it.

It was a bonus, however, that nobody questioned him once on how he managed to fix every problem with their device with so little information as a curse and a demand to get it working.

Pushing the door open, Bucky expects to be walking into a normal day at the office. Paying no notice to the hustle and bustle of his colleagues at work.

That is until he’s stopped in his tracks.

The surprise of seeing the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on; a woman that was sunshine and everything he dreamed of personified standing in the lobby. He watched you speak to anyone that paused to say hello.

The errant thought of such an innocent bunny smiling for all that gave her attention made his cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to give you that attention that you craved.

Never had he been so entranced by and enamoured in anyone. He thinks he could stay like this forever, almost blown over by his new found obsession that made his hands shake and the whole volume of blood in his body to rush to his rapidly swelling cock.

That obsession called and rooted for him to take the few steps and cover the distance to reach you, when he was abruptly shunted forward by another body slamming into his back.

He spun around, ready to curse the person for being so oblivious, when he saw Brock. “Hey man, why the fuck were you just stand- Oh, I take it you’ve seen the new hire, hot isn’t she?”

The predatory smile on Brock’s mouth physically made him recoil. Looking Brock up and down, clear disgust in the sneer and glare of his expression, Bucky turned and stalked away towards the stairs in a bid to head to his office.

His closest safety net, the office where he spent his days, came into view and he slammed open the door, only to fall back onto it, his breath coming in sharp pants. Wildly, he glances around him and then out of the blinds that shroud his office from onlookers. Nobody was paying attention to his moment of crisis and doubt, except, he finds you glancing over your cubicle wall.

You send a small wave, one of which Bucky can’t believe is directed at him, and you smile broadly – a kind gesture. He can’t remember the last time someone smiled at him like that.

Bucky hastily looks away and strides over to his desk, adjusting the sudden tent of his slacks before he turns to sit in his desk chair to start his day.

Who the fuck is she?

The day starts slow, each task as mundane as the last, when you finally get a chance to talk to Sasha, your favourite co-worker. “I really think he’s going to be the one this time.” You can’t stop grinning, wiggling in your seat from excitement to be going out with Frank this weekend – the party that you met him at still fresh in your mind.

“Girl, you said that last time! With... What was his name again?” Sasha groans, her chair swivelling so she could face you fully. You stare at her with a furrow in your brow while she stumbles to remember the name. “Chad? No, I don’t think that was it… Chris?”

“His name was Carter.” There's heartbreak evident in the way your voice turns to a solemn whisper when speaking of him, and your eyes start to water as you begin to think about how your previous date left you high and dry after your night together – only to ghost you the next morning. Your lips start to tremble at the memory. “And I thought we said we weren’t going to speak about him anymore.”

Sasha notices your dejected expression. “Shit honey, l’m sorry. I just want you to be happy.” You nod once, wiping your cheek with your palm. “Car-” She hesitates, and then frowns. “He-who-shall-not-be-named was a rich asshole, he doesn’t deserve you and he can choke on a dick.”

The crass statement shocks you. “Sasha!” you admonish, glancing around the office for anyone milling about that may have overheard. Although you were never one to bad mouth, you couldn’t help the small giggles spilling out at her vulgar words.

Sasha’s abrupt and scandalous nature has always been the exact opposite to your docile character, but she was the first true friend you had made in the office – always looking out for you, taking care of you, and with your doe-eyed persona, the men can’t help but desire to have a piece of you.

It is a blessing that she always knew how to pick you back up when you were down, no matter how many times you would come to her in tears over the same problem.

“Anyway, I promise this one is different,” you promise. The sadness that gripped you a second before fades with the humorous nature of your friend. Sasha shoots you a look. “I didn’t even match with him on Tinder! We met at that party–the one I told you about, Daphne’s?”

“I remember,” Sasha murmurs, nodding.

The memory flashes across your mind, and you shake your head slightly. “He looked so silly with the little tiara on his head. He came up to me and we talked a little–said I looked really pretty and that we should meet up sometime,” you explain, almost imploringly – you desperately want her to understand that it was a good thing. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it–for me to get myself out there?”

Pride makes your voice strong, unwavering in it’s conviction. Stepping out of your your social circle is a huge step, and by the softening in Sasha’s gaze, she thinks so, too.

The night you met Frank swirls in your mind, clouding it as you stare dreamily at the wall beside Sasha’s head.

The party was in full swing – loud cheers and clinking bottles and glasses filled the night air, while the pounding bass music rattled your chest. Your friend, Daphne, had left to go smoke in the corner, abandoning you to your own devices by the pool.

Fairy lights had been strung up from pole to pole above you and you were admiring them, when Frank caught you by surprise.

“Hey doll,” he greeted, and you glanced at the six foot Prince Charming in a wool coat and tiny tiara. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in the corner?”

Frank had thrown you a dashing smile and you found you couldn’t maintain eye contact with his intense gaze – you swore you fell in love on the spot.

To say you were flustered would be an understatement. “M-Me?”

Frank almost looked amused. “Well, just between me and you dollface… I don’t see anyone else nearly as pretty as you here.”

As the night went on, Frank continued to sweep you off your feet. You genuinely had no clue how desperate you made him over your sweet little dress riding up your thighs when you fiddled with the the hem. Or when you started to feel shy and you crossed your arms to try and hide yourself – only to squeeze your tits together. It gave him the perfect image of how they would look bouncing up and down on his cock.

The way he stared at you so sweetly, acting as the perfect gentleman made the butterflies in your stomach swoop and flutter up a storm. You had planned a date with him at the end of the night and you were beyond excited.

Snapping out of your daydream, you focus back into the present, aware enough of your surroundings to see Sasha clicking her fingers sharply in front of your face making you blink. “Hello? There she is!” She sits back and rolls her eyes. “Jesus girl, I was calling your name for ages. Where did that cute head of yours wander off to this time?”

“Sorry! I just got caught up in Frank again,” you sigh, dreamily.

Sasha scoffs. “C’mon, he can’t be that cute. Show me a photo of him.”

You clap your hands and squeal, rushing to search through your bag for your phone to show her just how lucky you are to have someone as wonderful as Frank interested in you. Scrolling through the photos you’d taken that night, you finally find the one you couldn’t stop admiring; him with that silly tiara sitting atop his soft, fluffy hair that you could imagine running your hands through all day, wrapped in a snug jacket with a cigarette between his fingers and blowing out smoke the side of his perfect lips.

His eyes fixed intently on one thing. You.

The image sends a shiver down your spine, and before you get too carried away, you turn your screen to face Sasha.

After a whole minute of considertory silence, she finally speaks up, her voice aweful. “Holy fucking shit, babe. I wanna lick his face.”

Your jaw drops. “Sasha, oh my god, you can’t just say that!” Laughter threatens to bubble over and your cheeks heat in response.

“Watch me,” Sasha teases, and you both dissolve into laughing fits.

Bucky is seething. He doesn’t think his teeth could be grating together any harder; grinding to dust until his jaw clicks. While your laugh is melodic to his ears, and his heart leaps and bounds at the sound of your voice, even muted from his vantage point of his office, he saw how upset you looked when your co-worker mentioned him.

Carter.

Even thinking his name gets his blood boiling. But, he wills himself to calm down. To just breathe. There was no point in getting worked up over that spoiled prick anymore, he’s dealt with after what he did to you – the very lengths Bucky had to go to get that video Carter took on his phone deleted.

You, the not so innocent whore on your knees for someone who wasn’t him, begging for Carter’s dick down your throat until you were suffocating; saliva drooling from your chin and dripping down onto your heaving tits.

Bucky can feel his cock twitching in his trousers at the thought of you being so submissive. Pity floods him – you didn’t even realise how Carter had not only ignored your texts that morning, but he had also planned to send that precious gift you had so willingly given to him, to all of his friends and ultimately ruin your life. Leaving it in shambles for you to pick up the debris of your professional career and sociality with so little care.

Bucky wasn’t the most pleased with you after seeing that video in the first place. It was such a foolish decision to trust and allow that sleazebag to film you.

He took it upon himself to remove every trace of the video. After all, he was a good person, what a man should be.

Such a good man that he paid a visit to Carter, leaving him with a few of his own gifts. A black eye, fractured skull, and a break in his right femur that may, or may not have, resulted in him taking residence in the local intensive care unit fighting for his life.

“All I want is for you to be happy. And who better to make you happy than me?” Bucky wonders quietly at his desk, the door to his office wide open so he can hear you chatting to your friend. “I would treat you so good–dote on you every hour of every day, never let you out of my sight, either.”

The next train of thought is one he will not voice aloud, but the vision of him fucking you hard and rough, just as you deserve, until you cried for more – for all of what he could give.

“You’re better off with me,” Bucky grumbles. His lips turn down into a grimace and he glares at the cubicle wall that separated you from him. “You just don’t know it yet, bunny.”

Nevertheless, here you are, flaunting your latest boy toy off to your friend.

The pencil he’s been tapping absentmindedly on his desk stops suddenly and small pieces of wood splinters by the second until it snaps in half, almost capturing your attention – head whipping side to side in search of the noise until you give up and go back to your conversation.

Pain laces through his hand when the wood scratches his palm, reddening lines etching themselves in retaliation for his daydreaming.

He’s got to be more careful with his frustrations.

You have hardly ever looked in his direction, let alone spoken a single word to him. Why would you? Not many people did, if he is honest with himself. His shoulder-length dark hair that is always covered by the same black cap in combination with his piercing and brooding stare didn’t give off the best impression, or invite conversation.

Bucky was not a popular man, even thinking back to his early school years. He was always considered the loner, the nerd, the creep. No sisters or brothers to grow up with; distant parents who paid no mind to him or bothered to foster and nuture his affinities.

The lonliness of his childhood paved the way to the depths of his desperation. Intelligence was something he had an abundance of, and weaponising the skills of his cyber skills was an underutilised talent of every one of his past employs.

It never assuades or lessens the burden of need for affection. A craving that naws like a festering wound in his barren heart, for something that could make up for the miserable nights of self reflection and doubt; wondering why he was never enough for his parents, or popular at school where the girls would fawn over him.

Something for his own; to be just his and unable to be taken from him, not by anybody.

I’m right here, Angel. You just don’t ever see me.

Bucky has done nothing short of pine after you from afar; stealing glances and furtive wanders to get close in any way he can.

He knows you wouldn’t go out of your way to talk to him – you don’t run in the same circles and you are definitely not socially compatible. That doesn’t stop him from imagining how soft your skin must be, or how flawlessly your body would melt against his as he railed you into his bed. Your heavenly little cries of his name, breathless chants pleading him to “Keep going!” and “Don’t stop!” never leave his mind. They fuel his needy desires at night until he can get the real thing, whimpering your name until his voice is hoarse as he fucks his fist over and over and over – the thought that it was your hand or your pillowy lips guiding him into ecstacy pushes him to the very brink of insanity.

The dreams will do for now, he thinks privately as he stares at you through the glass pane of his office wall, straight to your cubicle, the sound of your laughter echoing down the hall and muffled through the glass. He’s managed for the last six months since he first saw you, it’s fine.

Impatience chips away at his resolve, though, and his fuse is shortening by the day. No matter what it takes, no matter who you think is good for you right now, Bucky will have you, and when he does… He’s not ever letting you go.

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thegreymoon · 3 months

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The Story of Minglan

LMAO, I knew I could count on Imperial Tutor Yu! 😂

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I am cackling 🤣🤣

Honestly, I think Yanran is too stupid to live and I have no love for this character, but the grandparents are great!

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Screaming at all these idiotic maids!

If they were in the Qi household, they would all be dead by now.

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LMAOOOO, the way he jumped up like his ass was on fire 🤣🤣

It seems like she severely miscalculated her odds here.

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Oh, yes, keep digging your grave 🙄

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I honestly can't stand her.

All she does is cry and look shocked and bewildered, and then runs to Minglan to solve her problems for her, starting from fixing her shitty embroidery, to reclaiming her dead mother's belongings that she didn't take proper care of to begin with, to advocating for her on huge matters such as that of HER OWN MARRIAGE.

Like, grow a spine. Grow a brain. Learn some life skills (like locking up precious possessions, for example 🙄). And if you can't? THEN SUFFER.

The idea of her with Gu Tingye gives me so much ick and not just because his plan is gross and he is deliberately going after her because she is weak and stupid. The very concept of such a strong, intelligent and capable man with this wet rag of a woman makes me break out in hives.

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And the way they start playing sad, pitiful music every time she shows up on screen, I cannot 🙄🙄

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No, you don't understand, Tutor Yu!

It was raining that day, so the ground was slippery! And he just... slipped and fell! Onto Manniang! And his dick just went into her vagina! But like... by accident! Because of the dick-to-vagina homing system that is activated in all young men when they are in the vicinity of a prostitute! It was not his fault at all! And then she was pregnant. And had a baby! And then it happened again! And she had another baby! But it was the circumstances, Tutor Yu! Not his doing at all! Please understand! 🙏🙏

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Are you not ashamed of speaking such blatant lies?

The only reason you're after this particular woman is because she's too weak to stop you from bringing your mistress and illegitimate kids into your marital home!

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LMAOOOOOO

WHAT IS SHE DOING??? IS SHE TRYING TO SABOTAGE THIS MARRIAGE? BITCH, HE IS DOING THIS FOR YOU!! YOU WILL NEVER BE A FIRST WIFE, GET REAL.

Because even though the grandparents agreed after his pitiful act, THEY AGREED BECAUSE HE SAID THERE WOULD BE NO SECOND WIFE! With her here making a scene at their house, this match is doomed.

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LMAO, bitch what.

LOL, I love the response "You're completely alive already." Like, shut up.

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You fucking moron. You imbecile. You deserve every second of being made a fool of because you have a spine of jelly. SAY NO. JUST SAY FUCKING NO. LET HER FUCKING KNEEL, SHE WILL GET UP AS SOON AS HER KNEES GET TIRED. OR BETTER YET, WHEN YOUR PARENTS GET HOME, HAVE HER DRAGGED AWAY. UGH, THIS MAKES ME ANGRY.

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Good. You are not fit for life.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T CHASE HER AWAY?

I'm pretty certain there is some form of law enforcement here that will very much get rid of her for you, especially since she is a literal nobody, making a scene and dragging the reputation of a well-off house. Let her try this at Gu manor and see how it goes! Oh, wait, she did! And it went as well for her there as it could be expected, lol, she almost got her and her daughter's asses sold into slavery, smh.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep18

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ephemerastardust · 6 months

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[DCBB2023] Art for Mark of Darkness, Spark of Hope

Link to fic | Author's AO3

❗ Please read the tags before scrolling down ❗

Tags: Alternate Season/Series 10, Mpreg, Pregnancy with a Nephil Baby, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Demon/MOC Dean, Wing Kink, Castiel Possessing Dean Winchester (consensual), Angel True Forms

It's DCBB season again!! I was so luckily paired with @seidenapfel (who is also my partner for Dadstiel this year) and this so sweet fix-it of Season 10!

Banner

This image jumped into my mind immediately when I saw the fic and I made it in 2 or 3 days haha (so sad I was really busy this DCBB season) it was so hard to make things visible when everything is so dark but I kinda love how the color and light turned out in the end :D

The Beginning

It is the beginning of everything, it is the epic moment of two worlds connecting, it's the start of a a new life... haha I have been wanting to draw demon!Dean x Angel!Cas for so long and I knew I must draw this one as soon as I saw the draft 🤣 But I cannot actually form a good enough image in my mind and I changed the sketch and pose several times 😶 I am still not satisfied with the result but the no more time so 😶 (and I hope it survives 🤞)

Healing

I love the moment Dean touches Cas' wings and their daughter's grace heals it immediately when I saw it - I always want Cas' wings restored and their daughter healing it is perfect. Strong light in a dark environment is still so difficult for me 😥 (the entire image is still too dark I guess) but I don't have much time to adjust it 😥

To my Author, fellow artist, and mods

I am so happy to be paired with seidenapfel again :D She is also my author for the Dadstiel bang this year hahah we were still working on the dadstiel piece when DCBB claiming happened. When the pairing result was released shortly after the claiming began she messaged me immediately and I couldn't believe the luck 🤣 I was quite busy in the past few months and she was supportive and encouraging as always :D And the story is a so sweet and warm altered version of S10 which gives me everything I wanted :D Please go give it a read if it's your thing!

I didn't have much online time but I sneaked peeks here and there at other participants' art and they are all so amazing! So happy to join this event with so many talented artists :D Ah also I got so many helpful suggestions for my banner!

And I want to say thank you to all Mods! The mods team is as reliable and responsive as always and thank you so much for running such a great event every year!

#dcbb 2023 #destiel #deancas #casdean #destiel fanart #spn fanart #illustration #digital art #my art

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queenofwandsl · 1 month

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The astrology of Fiftey Shades of grey 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡⋆࣪

i'v been thinking about their astro placements and after watching the series i think i know it! keep reading..

christian grey : SCORPIO SUN and Venus, Capricorn Rising & moon, LEO MARSSS!!! libra mercury.

although his birthday in the show says that he's a gemini but in my opinion he's scorpio, cause if he's a gemini he will be talkative, funny, playfull and his personality is shown but if u know this men u know damn well he's ain't that 🤣 he's quiet, secretive, mysterious.. and that's all an scorpio sun traits. it's probably in his 10th

Capricorn Ascendant cause he hides his love life and people who romantically involved with ( 8th leo ) but since mars is there it's making it more sexually and about His sexual desires, also he's very successful and Workaholic, Saturn rules his first house so he faced difficulties at the beginning of his life, specifically in childhood ( moon conj rising )

LOL the cap moon do i even need to explain ? the first thing that made me immediately think that he's a cap moon besides his childhood, is his avoidance to physical touch & affection, cap moons grew up in harsh environment, they didn't see any love or hugs in a fact the opposite way, that's why he finds a hard time to show love or even let anybody touching him.. and it's in the in 12th house cause he hides his feelings & traumatic childhood

Not understanding feelings and giving them importance, bad relationship with mother and women ( bad moon placement )

he doesn't love love or relationships, doesn't want to involved with anyone , in a fact he didn't let any girl near to him unless it's 🔞

SCORPIO VENUS cause he's possessive and obsessed, jealous, controls his partner, toxic past relationships/ environment, why he loves to torture and hurt women & finds pleasure in it. doesn't communicate right

Leo mars explains the BDSM, men with leo mars Love to be dominant especially in Bed! He prefers young and innocent women, Innocence turns him on, He likes the idea of being sexually tortured, And to make his partner desire him intensely, and also making them beg and cry during 🔞 He is controlling and does not accept the idea of him being obedience and submission. He prefers to hit and slap in full areas, He loves the idea of his partner being completely submissive to him and blindly obedient... and being in the 8th make him OBSESSED WITH IT + gives alot of gifts to her.

Anastasia Steele : Pisces sun & mars, cancer rising, leo moon, Aquarius veuns.

because the sun loses her shine in Pisces it makes her not really an strong personality or " not shown" and that what drown christian to her cause he feel he has the " power " over her & can control her, she's sensitive, emotional, love books and like to read and also so dreamy!

the pisces mars give her that " shy innocent angelic girl " vibes and very feminine, Marilyn Monroe used to have this impression about her until now, and her Mars is Pisces. also it's explains why she is " Submissive " and No, I am not saying that Pisces Mars are submissive. Pisces Mars role in the relationship specially 🔞 depends on the desires of the other party ( 8th libra ) They often prefer people who are physically stronger and dominant than them.

Leo moon cause she's super affectionate and romantic, also they will have 8th synastry and that's another story 🤣 she's touchy with him, she wants to be in " romantic relationship " with him not just s*x ! she shows her love & care to him and that's what leo moon do when they are in love,

and she made him to let off of his personality and be more like her ( 8th synastry) + he hurted her sometimes emotionally and physically cause of his mars conj to her moon in the 8th. and also 8th moon synastry makes the emotional needs hidden or " not allowed " to show and that's what literally happened. and to order to make it out the first house needs to d'e. and that what happened he He abandoned himself and his personality to be with her.

Aquarius veuns cause she likes the casual dating and doing things together ( like going to the movies/ shopping together) air signs specially veuns and moons they like to get to know the person more and spending time together rather then the sexual things, they like enjoying the time u have together! She is also socially intelligent and knows to communicate right unlike him ( scorpio sun and mercury).

that's it we reached to the end of the post i hope u guys like and enjoy my Analytical ! also leave ur thoughts about it & do u agree?

xoxo.

#astrolgy #fifty shades of grey #synastry #8th synastry

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Hey there! have you ever done a reading about how was pedro's last serious relationship? not if it was w/ a woman or man or when it happened or how long it lasted but HOW it went, you know? did it helped him somehow (in terms of personal growth/selfesteem, for example) or was it kinda complicated, for example?

Hello! I asked the cards your question and the first pull was the Page of Cups, The Wheel or Fortune and The Magician.

So, Page of Cups means he was probably pretty much in love. He was feeling like a love sick puppy, with an ideal, dreamy love, even kind of innocent. The Wheel of Fortune points to him possibly knowing it wasn’t supposed to last, since the Wheel is always turning, sometimes it goes a good way and sometimes it goes a bad way. He felt lucky to have them, almost like it was fate that brought them together, but also knowing life is cyclical, and things could go either way. The Magician represents the infinite potential he saw in it, and he was ready to make things happen, no matter what it was. He was head over heels in love and he wanted to explore all that potential.

The second pull was the 4 of Coins, 9 of Swords and Ace of Swords. 4 of Coins points to a lot of jealousy and insecurities and possessiveness. He felt like he had everything he had always wanted and he had worked for that and he was scared to death to lose it. 9 of Swords shows us the relationship gave him a lot of anxiety and worries, probably because of how afraid he was to lose, and he might have even struggled to sleep well at night. All of that led to the Ace of Swords. There was a moment where he got all the clarity he needed, he was able to be honest with himself and with the person and the person with him. There could have been some arguments, and the question is whether this clarity and honesty brought harmony or destruction.

When I asked for one card to sum it up, it was the Page of Wands reversed. This card is about an inability to commit. The situation wouldn’t progress, there was fickleness and indecisiveness, and they were not as much as a match as he thought they were, and with that Magician card in the beginning, maybe Pedro was the one expecting more from the whole thing than the person.

Anyway, it kinda tracks with what he said about staying out of relationships for fear of having something and then losing it, right? 🤔🤔

So I am gonna put this reading in the #confirmed readings tag, but this one is just semi-confirmed, okay? 🤣 The feelings and thoughts in it match what he said in the Wired interview, although we don’t know for sure if it’s what happened in his last relationship. 😁

#relationship #commitment phobe #confirmed readings #wired #interview #semi confirmed #Readings

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aleisha-potter · 1 year

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So, I had to write some fix-it. I had to write my head canon out... make this fuckery make sense. And this was born. Just a drabble. Just a beginning but I have plans to expand. To go more in depth into my head canon of where Eli comes from as well as how we're gonna bring Derek back and make Sterek endgame. 🤣🤣 but for now, here is a hopeful little start. Warning: mpreg (but no underage sex! No developed sterek relationship... call it pre-sterek lol)

Once More Into the Abyss

Stiles stared down at the phone in his hands. His dad's text and subsequent phone call were still running circles in his head. He had been rushing back to Beacon Hills as soon as the word Nogitsune had made it down the grapevine to him. But he hadn't made it in time. He sat at his old childhood dining table. The house was quiet, everyone still on their way, and he was thankful for a few moments to gather his thoughts.

His mind wandered. Back to the beginning… or the end, really.

When is a door not a door?

Let me in, Stiles…

He shook his head to clear the voice… the one that still sometimes haunted his sleep. Had they known exactly what that open door would let in, would he have done anything different? He looked down at the screensaver on his phone, an old pic of him and his dad. He looked up at the mantel, the pictures there. His eyes zeroed in on one he hadn't expected. Derek and Eli with the Jeep. No. He wouldn't have done anything different.

They should have guessed the Nogitsune wouldn't have been the only thing that came out of Jennifer's reign of terror. No, it could never be as simple as one ancient bad guy, there always had to be something else. He let his mind wander while he waited for everyone.

They should have expected it. He shouldn't have been surprised when his symptoms didn't disappear fully after they trapped the Nogitsune. His body still ached. He was exhausted. He couldn't eat, couldn't keep anything down. He had trouble sleeping. Of course this nightmare wasn't over. But what Deaton and Melissa figured out? It sent his head reeling. It messed with him even more than possession by a 1000 year old fox demon. Because the answer? Wasn't black and white. Excising the thing growing in him wasn't an easy choice. For once… the thing in him wasn't evil. It just was. And the look on Derek's face when Deaton told him? Stiles knew it would haunt him for the rest of his life if he let them rip it out.

Stiles's phone dinged, a text from his dad that they were about 15 minutes out. Good. He'd wasted enough time. He stood up and moved to the kitchen, digging around for something to make to keep his hands busy while his mind wandered again.

Jennifer Blake, though evil and psychotic, had apparently had a small speck of morality or heart in her. Had she wanted to carry Derek's child out of love or as a way to insure control of the Alpha, who knew, but in the end, she had at least not allowed the child she carried to perish at the Nemeton with her. As she lay bleeding and clinging to the Nemeton, as Peter slashed her throat out, her magic had surged and found a willing host clinging to the same roots. Stiles often questioned why him, why not Allison or Melissa… hell, why not Issac? But really, he knew that answer. Jennifer's magic knew. It knew Stiles was the only one who would hesitate when the choice came to purge the thing growing inside.

Stiles finished stirring the tea and set the pitcher on the table along with some glasses, his eyes straying up to the picture on the mantel again.

The sheriff had pulled his gun, Derek had looked horrified, his hands up in defense, or maybe surrender, but he hadn't made any move to stop the sheriff if he had decided to shoot. Probably his always present guilt that screamed that even if he hadn't touched Stiles, this was still his fault. There had been yelling and demands. Stiles had had to say it three times to be heard. "Leave it alone…" The shocked look his father gave him, the painful confusion from Derek, and the knowing peaceful look from Deaton should all have been expected. But it was the shot of yearning in Derek's eyes when Deaton had told them that Stiles would never be able to forget. And it was that look that had him telling his dad, yes, he wanted to go through with this. Derek yearned for family… for pack. And Stiles could give him this. He could carry Derek's disturbing love child he and his psychotic girlfriend had created. His body had been stolen and used against his will to take life… now it could be used to give life.

Stiles stepped closer to the mantel, his eyes glued to the teen who stood in front of the Jeep Derek was working on, a playful smirk aimed at the camera. God… he looked like him. But then, he and Jennifer had shared some physical similarities. Maybe another reason her magic chose him…

He didn't look like Jennifer. He didn't even look much like Derek. When they laid Eli (Stiles refused to think too much on the name Derek had chosen) on his chest right after he was born, his body still aching and burning from something it shouldn't have been able to do, he had been shocked by how much he looked like him. Deaton and Melissa had been messing with something between his legs he refused to think about as he had just stared down at the red body squirming on his chest. His hands had come up to curl around the small baby. The one good thing that had come from the nightmare of the last year. New life. Untouched by the evil that haunted Beacon Hills. Derek's large hand had moved to cover the baby's back and Stiles could see how it trembled. The moment had lasted barely any time at all before Melissa was covering Eli with a blanket, rubbing him and picking him up (when had the cord been cut?) and handing him to Derek and Stiles felt a moment of panic. But that was the plan. Had always been the plan. He was 17. The whole concept of carrying a baby was enough of a head rush without even contemplating anything beyond that. Eli wasn't his either. He was Derek's. Stiles was just the magical incubator. For eight months though, he had talked to the thing growing inside of him. There was a bond there, even if Stiles was trying to forget that. Magic had turned his body upside down and inside out to let it do this. Maybe it conjured these feelings, too, and they would fade as the magic left his body now that Eli was safely delivered into his father's arms.

Stiles jumped when he heard the front door slam. He turned and his stomach twisted when his dad walked in. He was covered in blood and mud and soot. The smell of ash and burning flesh was heavy around him and it made Stiles's stomach churn.

"Hey Dad," he choked out, years of fear for his dad making his feet rush across the room to throw his arms around the sheriff.

"Hey, kiddo," his dad greeted, his voice full of grief. The pain stabbed Stiles straight in the chest. He heard the door open again and glanced up, feeling his stomach turn as Eli walked in next, looking so lost and alone, followed by Lydia, Jackson, Peter and Malia. Good. They had all come. Or at least the ones he needed. (Minus Jackson. But that lizard always seemed to be around when Lydia was so… whatever)

He pulled back from the hug and turned to face Eli. He had seen the kid a few times since Derek left Beacon Hills right after he was born, right before Stiles's senior year. His dad sent pictures sometimes, little snippets. But Stiles's feelings about that were… complicated. Eli wasn't his… but sometimes… sometimes he felt a pull he couldn't explain. Looking at him now, the messy hair, the plaid shirt. His face… the smattering of small moles… maybe they should have done the genetic testing. Maybe some part of Stiles had been given to the baby inside of him. Maybe he hadn't just been an incubator.

He nodded, then looked away. There would be time to think about that, to deal with it later. His eyes zeroed in on Lydia. She swallowed. That was another issue he wasn't ready to touch on. But regardless of his feelings and how that particular nightmare ended, he needed her.

He turned and walked back to the dining table, nodding at the tea that he was sure no one really wanted. "We need to talk," he started as the small pack of people circled the table.

He looked right at Lydia again. "The ritual you used to bring back Allison. To bring back Peter. How does it work?" He asked, no beating around the bush.

"Dude. You're not actually thinking about…"

Stiles snapped his glare to Jackson, shutting him up mid sentence.

"You got to come back. Peter got to come back. Fucking Kate Argent and Adrian Harris got to come back! Derek gets to come back," he told him, his voice firm and resolute. His eyes strayed back to Lydia's, passing Eli on the way. He didn't miss the grief stricken look of hope the kid was giving him.

"Lydia, the ritual. Now," he demanded. Amd she began to talk.

#sterek #teen wolf #teen wolf: the movie #spoilers #fix it fic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eli stilinski hale #eli hale #eli is stiles's #but not really #but he WILL be

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Trade my Life | KSJ

~summary: once, you were just two children giggling in the corner of the dojang, trading equally in punches and hugs, everything a game. but that was long ago, and now that man stands day after day outside the door which separates your two worlds. is the throne really worth leaving the barrier unbroken? ~pairing: bodyguard!seokjin x royalty!reader ~word count: 2.3k ~genre: angst, fluff, action, historical au, childhood friends to lovers, secret/forbidden love ~rating: nc17 ~warnings: non-sexual nudity, non-sexual intimacy, nothing explicit, jin calls the reader ‘princess’ but she literally is so note: the next part may well have other warnings relating to violence/fighting; this chapter only contains sparring in training

~a/n: welcome to my contribution for the catch of the century collab to celebrate our lovely Jin’s birthday!! how I miss himm already.. if you also do, you can check out the other amazing works in this collab, all featuring jin getting up to some sporty shenanigans! I’ve been sick lately and haven’t quite managed to write everything I had in mind. while this part of the story can be read as a standalone, it will also be part 1 of 2 for Trade my Life - there is more action planned on the way!! let me know if you want to see more/want to be tagged in the next part! lastly, if you know anything about taekwondo, you know more than me!! I consulted with some friends and our good buddy the internet to write this, and didn’t want to get too technical. but don’t judge me too much if it’s all wrong🤣 enjoy the story and shoot a comment my way if you do, it always means a lot💜

Sitting silently on your stool, your eyes followed the palace woman out of the door. She paused in the doorway, bowing to the guard on duty before turning to slide it closed, leaving you alone. Her eyes remained dipped, not meeting yours.

A moment passed, her footsteps retreating.

She had just helped remove your hair from its low knot, the pins now laid out below your mirror stand. Little did she know as she reverently brushed out your strands, you had no intention of keeping them so tidy.

With a sigh, you eyed the doorway, the silhouette of your guard still visible through the lattice.

Pressing your hands to your knees, you stood swiftly, without a noise. You had seen to it that you had been seen in your night clothes, and now you padded across to the bed, bent to extinguish the lights.

The room dimming, only a small candle at your bedside remained.

Instead of slipping under your covers, you simply bent to retrieve it, taking care not to jostle the small flame as you trod steadily back across the space.

Back at the dresser, you slid a drawer open, fishing out a simple leather tie. Pulling your hair back, you fastened it at the nape of your neck without needing to check in the small mirror.

Next, to the wardrobe. Quietly pulling it open, you ignored the rich colours and silk of your hanboks, pushing them aside while your fingers search with practised ease in the near darkness only stopping when they reach the slight bump in the wood.

Pressing down, you let the secret compartment unlock and open under your touch.

Set into the base, concealed well, was a small well. Of all the secret things you could have stashed there, the sole thing taking up the space is a neatly folded white garment. Hands falling on the cloth at last, you pull it out and shake it open.

Your dobok.

This may not be the kind of possession one would expect a princess to treasure so dearly as you did. But as you pulled it on, you feel yourself begin to relax, body filling with a confident anticipation.

All that was left was to wait. Hopefully it wouldn’t be long; Jin was never late.

Blowing out the candle, you crept back over to your bed and sat. You could hardly keep yourself from the edge, but forced yourself to sit straight and breathe, willing patience into your restless body.

Before too long, there was movement. It wasn’t loud, not in the least, but among the stuffy silence, unbudging as ever in the castle at night, you caught it clearly enough.

The guards were changing.

Your door muffled the mumbling of pleasantries and soft footfall, and the vague sounds soon ceased. In the room lit only by waning moonlight, you practically held your breath. Waiting the necessary time, though it was time you hated to waste simply sitting, you finally rose to your feet and moved back across the room.

As each night, you reminded yourself of the precautions. If it was someone else, you would simply ask for a drink and retire.

Luckily, tonight did not bring such disappointment. On easing the door open, you were greeted with the profile of the face you had longed to see since sunrise. His slender face, calm but eyes joyous as he turned towards you.

You smiled at last, breathing out deeply.

“Jin.”

He wore a small smile, but still bowed deeply to you.

You rolled your eyes.

“Just come inside.”

“How very forward of you, your grace.”

You fought off the urge to laugh, instead shutting the door a little too forcefully and giving him an unamused look. Of course, your hard stare did nothing to discourage him: in fact, he practically grinned as he turned away from you.

With a huff, you walked after him

“I have a name, you idiot,” you swatted at his head as he removed his gat, “when we’re in here you can use it, at least.”

“As you wish.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice before he turned around. He set his gat on the dresser and faced you as he unclasped the Sai knives where they where sheathed to his belt. At last his eyes were back on you, holding a strip of fabric taught between his hands and just under his eyeline.

“Are you ready, Y/N?”

Finally, you gave a warm smile.

Stepping to close the space, you held your hand palm-up for him to begin. The moment the cloth touched your skin, Jin’s practised fingers wrapping it securely, but not suffocating around your thumb and wrist, the tension from sneaking around began to bleed from you.

He gently turned your hand over with a brush of his own fingers, now passing the fabric over your knuckles. It was the best way to train without ever showing a sign of it.

Letting go, Jin moved to your next hand. With the wrappings, your focus zeroed, the sensation preparing you for the next. Your excitement at spending the next few hours with Jin, pushing yourself and no doubt falling into bed satisfied and spent, fizzled into a concentrated spark.

Jin clapped his palms around your wrapped hands, looking down at you with an indulgent smile of his own.

“Show me what you’ve got tonight, princess.”

You tried not to be disappointed when he stepped away, leaving the short distance your spar would start with. His distance at least aided your focus, and you drew yourself up taller, rolling out your shoulders.

As he implied, he waited for you to make the first move, a punch which he easily blocked, almost smiling.

That was okay, the two of you were just warming up. And you hadn’t come this far without a shred of friendship, you knew he respected you.

Hopping backwards, just out of his reach, you waited with your weight light on your feet, ready to react. You read his movements as he pounced with a side kick, and met him with one of your own, blocking him and bringing a hand up for good measure.

You had no need to shove him off; he darted backwards, slightly circling. You fell into the orbit as well. Already, the blood was rushing to his face, and you knew yours must be the same. It certainly felt like it was powering through your veins, loosening your muscles.

Continuing, you let the rush carry you with instincts, eyes well trained by now to analyse Seokjin’s movements, to spot openings and threats.

A kick for a kick, often retreating again, forever dancing on your toes. At his next however, you felt ready to launch another.

As he fell back, you followed, a turning kick to his stomach which of course he easily withstood and blocked. But your momentum was already shifting, and you span with another kick, foot coming level with his head-

He moved from its path, but you could go no further. His rough hand caught your waist, fisting in the fabric and trapping you against him. A punch completed your planned attack, and he caught it in his hand, stopping your fist at his heart.

Though you had not been aiming to throw any serious force and risk hurting each other, you still scuffled against him from the swift movements. You balanced yourself against his chest, then finally froze.

Grinning down at you, he lingered in the hold for a moment before dropping his arms.

“Very good,” he appraised.

You, too, darted back with a small smile, but soon schooled it from your face.

Falling into your familiar rhythm, you read Jin’s movements and responded in kind. You had built this up since you were half your height, back in the days when he was smaller than you.

This had become a ritual for you, one of the few things that stayed the same. While now, he was taller, and there were less feet in the wrong places, flooring or winding each other and leaving you giggling and red on the floor, it was yours.

He would step back, drawing his elbow back and you would strike his hand where it had placed the target on his hip. Forwards, and you hopped back, precisely kicking lower. Next was higher, and quicker, higher still. You hit his palm beside his neck, and he didn’t even flinch away, eyes steady as they analysed your performance.

Falling back, you stayed on your toes, arms loose and ready for the next.

And so it continued. The focus your mind settled into was more grounding than anything else in your day. Your reading never as calming, calligraphy never so precise.

It was deep into the night when you rested once more, your bodies buzzing with exertion but more content than ever. A sheen of sweat had coated you, and you rid yourself of the dobok.

Your chambers opened into an inner courtyard, where you kept a small bucket below your window. No other lights were lit when you pulled open the shutter, the warm night air still cool against your heated skin.

Bending to wring out your dobok in the water, you heard Jin quietly returning his knives to his belt, only a gentle clatter reaching your ears. Then, steps, and as you straightened up to drape the garments on the ledge, you felt fabric against the bare skin of your back.

Jin pressed closer, his breath warming your neck. His clothed chest brushed your shoulder again as he reached over your shoulder for something just beside the window.

Reverent hands lifted your tail of hair, a cloth meeting your skin a breath later.

Fighting, and in training, Jin was all sharp eyes and sharper fists, one of the swiftest guards. That was why he was allowed to guard the princess’ quarters, after all. But in between, he was always so slow, savouring the time you both knew would be taken away with the sun.

The soft cloth dragged across your neck, and you gasped as it was replaced by softer lips. One hand continued the cloth’s path down your arm, the other carelessly releasing your hair from its tie, where it fell comfortably against your now-clean skin.

But Jin was paying most attention to your neck, your throat, his tantalising kisses treading a blazing path to your jaw. Your head was thrown back, inviting him.

Finally, you turned your head to meet his mouth, a lazy smile shared between the two of you only by feel. You spun in his arms, and he welcomed you, circling your waist.

Somewhere the kisses lapsed, easy silence engulfing you as Jin finished wiping you down. You were cooling down by now, but felt all kinds of warm inside as you leaned against your ledge, watching him drop the cloth and plop one more kiss onto your thigh.

After a shared smile, he climbed to his feet, now standing over you. Fingertips trailed your waist, and he leaned down for one last kiss.

There was no urgency, no what next. Just the long, slow movement, of him against you.

He ran a hand down your tresses as he stepped away, letting you close the shutter. You threw your drying dobok on the headboard, where you could quickly remove it next morning before your lady opened the bedcurtains.

Once in your bedclothes again, you followed Jin to the door. You had no intention of going to sleep while he still had his shift.

But you had to accept that this was your life now. The door closed and you sat with your back against it, knowing Jin stood just the other side. You murmured the odd tease through the door, trying to ignore the wooden barrier that kept apart any playful touches or glimpse of a smile.

You fell asleep to thoughts of how it used to be. Dreams where the door fell away, dissolved, and you were two children again, and you were bunched in the middle of the class with the rest of them, only the hair curled tightly at the nape of your neck indicating your difference from the boys with close-cropped locks.

You had been humoured, then. Anything to get the princess to let off some energy, give the nannies a break and hopefully you might focus on the necessary studies for the rest of the day.

Back before the reigns had tightened until they were practically choking you, you felt almost free. Hounded back home the same as the other small children, only yours was to the palace quarters. Mother reading to you but someone else tugging your hair into order.

Even humoured you when you shrieked about Jin, tried to demonstrate what the kwanjang had taught you that day (while priceless ceramics were hastily removed from the path of your flailing feet).

And it had always been Jin. The boy that never laughed at you for being a girl. Of course, he laughed at you for falling over and for getting dirt on your face and never knowing how to tie your hair if it fell out.

And you laughed right back.

You couldn’t even remember how you became partners, and friends just as quickly. It was like it had always been. The two of you whispered when you should have been listening, you bickered and tried to show off, then apologised again and again when you knocked the other down wrong. All it took to soothe bruises was a secret trip to the kitchens.

It had changed. Gradually, but it had. You watched Seokjin grow, while your time was shut indoors more and more. You saw him don the red robes of guards, proud and capable.

And you decided you wanted the same.

Thank you for reading my lovelies! Please tell me what you thought, that makes it all worth it!!💜

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thedarkone121 · 6 months

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Death Mark AU: Protagonist!Swap Saya Kujou

I managed to get it done on her birthday! Everyone, say hello to the hero of our Protag!Swap AU: Saya Kujou!

Why yes, that is her brother’s coat she’s wearing. But she doesn’t know that by the time the amnesia takes hold of her. All she knows that she woke up with this coat wrapped around her and for some reason, she refuses to be separated from it.

And yes, Masamune did give her that coat during his last moments of being fully in-control.

Here’s her without the coat:

Saya Kujou is a character I feel like a lot of fans could interpret in their own way since she was, ya know, dead when we first meet her and all we got for her characterization was from her being a voice in her brother’s head in the main game. So, she was dead and loves her brother; time for the Dark One to get her hands dirty.

In my previous post I had mentioned a little bit of Saya, how she was initially the one who was accidentally the one responsible for her brother’s possession since she was the one who damaged Mary’s doll body. It was here that things changed; Saya was originally Marked by Hanahiko, like in canon, but she found out just how fast the amnesia was affecting Masamune. So, with her own death close, Saya attacked Mary.

“If I go down, I’ll take you with me!”

Cue Butterfly Effect; Mary get’s so pissed off that not only does she possess Masamune when he manages to make it to the Kujou Manor, but she takes over the Mark on Saya so she essentially becomes HER victim.

Well, now the backstory is out of the way, time to get into a bit of Saya’s character within the story; she’s been portrayed as the more outgoing of the two siblings in canon, being the face for the Kujou family despite her brother being the Head at the time. With that in mind, I like to think she’s very motherly while also having the ability to kick your butt. Like I picture all the younger Mark Bearers just flocking after her like ducklings — yes, even Shou and Tsukasa even if they don’t want to admit. She’s like that fun teacher you have that tries to make lessons interesting while also being brutally honest about things.

Due to her more blunt nature and her not having memories of being a Spirit Healer, I imagine Saya to be viewed as reckless and too outgoing amongst the adults. She’s a woman who marches to the beat of her own drum, especially when she’s not putting on a polite facade at conferences. This particular character trait came about when I remember that, as the black rabbit, she literally took the FLIPPING NENJINBUTSU out of the shrine before it was fully cleansed and kept it with her when she went to fight Mary!

…Suffice to say, Saya would definitely be the person to do something random or possibly life threatening just to see if it works. She often gives her adult companions heart attacks.

For some reason, I actually view Saya and Mashita as not getting along with the other. But not like hate each other, just two people who don’t get along but are forced to work together and are slowly coming to respecting each other. Don’t ask me how I came to that conclusion cause I don’t know how I got to that point either. I think I just found it hilarious that Saya would think Mashita is a degenerate only to realize that her brother like-likes him! 🤣

Speaking of her brother, let’s talk about Saya and the possessed Masamune! During the beginning, Saya was told that Masamune was her family butler and she believed. While her memories of her brother may be gone, her heart still knows him so while it does lead to her getting manipulated by Mary, Saya easily trusts Masamune and has come to rely on him for information on spirits.

But as the Chapters go on and each of the Mark Bearers tell her their tale of Masamune’s strange behavior, Saya starts to get suspicious. She still wants to trust him but even she realizes that something is wrong with him; how he appears to be light-headed, seems to be nauseated all the time, not to mention that one time he grabbed her arm and how his eyes seemed to flash with… Something.

With that, I think I’ll leave things here for now. I’ll probably do more doodles on a future date. Until then, enjoy this picture of Saya and Masamune.

Characters: Masamune Kujou // Saya Kujou (Here)

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sophieinwonderland · 3 months

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I actually decided to take that one ask up on its suggestion of self-care.

Which for us meant flying on a bird while seeing visions from the Fates, visiting a tavern of gods outside of time and space, dancing to some phantoms playing music, killing a firebreathing griffin monster, going to ancient Egypt, possessing a thief, and killing some giant evil bugs!

Then we had to stop after getting a notification that the Quest's battery was at 3%.

But our first impressions of Asgard's Wrath 2 is that it was really fun! 😁

Oh, and we kind of accidentally hit our real-life lightbulb while raising our sword up into the sky and swinging it. Oops! 🤣

Okay, wait... can I just veer back to the "possessing a thief" thing, because it's kind of funny how you're a god at the beginning who just goes into the body of someone who was robbing an Egyptian temple... but you're also plural IRL and have two people talking in your head while also hearing the commentary of the character you're possessing.

#asgard's wrath 2 #quest #virtual reality #vr #plural #plurality #multiplicity #meta #endogenic #systems #system #plural system #endogenic system #system stuff #sysblr #actually plural #gaming

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 6 months

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I ran over to ship 😵🤣

I humbly ask for your opinion of Ilani x Fives!

I do not know much about Ilani but I feel like it'd be an interesting ship 👀

hiiii friend, thank you for the ask! no one knows Ilani yet, not even me! I'm figuring her out as I answer these asks lmao

I went a little overboard so we've got "how they met," "general," and "nsfw" headcanons. all below the cut

Ilani x Fives

How they met:

Honestly the circumstances for this have to be very specific. Ilani is the general for the 387th, stationed Rimward, but her forces were involved in the Battle of Kamino, and I imagine this is how Ilani first met Fives.

Or, rather, how she literally bodied him, a newly-promoted ARC trooper, to knock him out of the way of droids firing on his unprotected flank. He toppled to the floor, cursing in every language he knew (which is at least two), about to rip a shiny a new one—when he catchs sight of this imposing wall of a Togruta woman, her lekku whirling as she spins, her green saber a blur in the air as she reflects blaster fire back at the droids. When she grins down at him, pointed canines flashing and golden eyes sparkling with protective fury, he damn near falls in love.

For her part, Ilani was just doing what she felt was right: protecting her own. It didn’t matter that the blue-and-white-clad trooper was in Anakin’s battalion—the clones are her family.

General HCs:

Ilani tolerates Fives for the first few encounters. He’s loud and boastful (with good reason, she supposes, but still). And he always seems to be making flimsy, transparent excuses when they’re both on Triple Zero for why he’s hanging around the Temple—“just waiting for the General, er, General”—and inevitably ends up following her around.

But over time his fierce loyalty to his brothers and his determination to protect the Republic—at any cost—is what wins her over. He’s just as deeply passionate as she is, but he doesn’t hide it. In a way, she’s a little envious of how open he is about his feelings; she often feels that she has to mask her true feelings, or at least the true depth of them, when around her fellow Jedi.

With him, she begins to let go a little. Lets herself experience emotions to their fullest, in a way that she normally only feels comfortable doing on a battlefield.

He makes her laugh; she makes him consider life beyond the war. At first, not in a romantic way, but it slowly becomes that.

She’s the first one to make a move. It’s late on Coruscant, both of them will be returning to the frontlines come morning, and she’s finally let her walls down enough to admit to herself that she cares about Fives—cares for him. They’re tucked away somewhere private, and she just leans over and kisses him.

NSFW HCs:

These two are Not Quiet, at all. The entire barracks and/or Temple will know, depending where they shack up, and it’s just an unspoken rule among the others that no, I didn’t hear anything strange last night.

Ilani learns very quickly that she loves marking Fives, biting into his pecs, biceps, thighs to leave impressions of her pointed teeth. She’s overprotective and has possessive tendencies, and seeing Fives’s body littered with her marks just makes her so feral. (Fives also loves it, except when one of the others catches sight. “No, shut up, vod, I don’t know where it came from.”)

Because they see each other so infrequently, they definitely exchange lewd photos, videos, voice messages—anything to help remind one another that the other is there, alive, and waiting for them.

When they do have time together, they’re either fucking nasty or making the sweetest love; there is no in-between with these two.

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thatpunkmaximoff · 9 months

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[Book 4 of 4]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I really thought this book was going to be my least liked, but oh my god did it prove me wrong!

It's a bit slow in the beginning, picked up a little after 300 pages, and made me fall absolutely in love. Not only did Stella become my favorite girl of the series, but Christian is warring with Rhys for that number one spot too.

This book has the perfect balance of mystery, romance, and angst. It kept me guessing up until the last few chapters and even solved the mystery of that ugly painting from book one lol.

Now enjoy my ramblings..

* Oohhhh. I love a good mystery. Who’s the stalker?

* Christian fucking with Dante and his fiancée is funny. He really is a possessive asshole.

* Christian shutting up Raya and Adam made me so happy. Take that middle school bs outta here.

* Brady suggesting Stella date someone for her blog.. I’m just imagining Christian’s reaction 😂 This won’t end well.

* It didn’t take Christian long to swoop in, huh? Lol.

* “I don’t believe in love.” — Famous last words, Christian.

* Oohhh. Pretty dress you got her, Harper.

* And social media knows Stella is “dating”. Let the shitshow begin.

* What is up with this turquoise ring?

* How fucked up would it be if Christian was Stella’s stalker? 😂

* Well at least she told her friends the truth.

* Lol at Rhys and Alex grilling Christian about Stella. I didn’t even know Alex and Christian knew each other.

* Goddamn. The stalker got close enough to slip a note in her purse?

* Awww. Christian helped her out of her panic attack 🥰

* Okay so I hate Stella’s family.

* Fuck the unicorn. I wanna cuddle Mr. Harper!

* Okay. The tension is THICK between these two at the art exhibit. Holy shit.

* Fuck. The stalker got into her apartment 😨

* Aww. Christian is so fucked. She’s sleeping in his bed 😂

* Damn. Christian is cold the morning after. Take that stick out of your ass, dude.

* Almost kiss.. oh my god! Just bang it out already!!

* Holy shit.. Stella’s fantasy 👀

* Awwww. Look at Christian and his heart of good saving the photoshoot 🥰

* He blew up a car 😂

* Christian keeps blue-balling himself. I don’t know whether to be proud of him or annoyed.

* Lol at the boys all teasing Christian over catching feelings 🤣

* Wait, wait, wait.. do Christian and Stella have a past that she doesn’t remember?! I’m so lost lmao.

* That family dinner was fucked from the beginning lmao. I’m so happy Stella stood up to her family. I had just hoped Christian would tell the sister shit for stirring the pot.

* Damn. Who is hacking into Christian’s systems? He’s gonna murder someone 😂

* ..and we have our first finger banging encounter. It only took 300+ pages 🤦🏻‍♀️

* STELLA!! — “I didn’t want soft kisses and gentle caresses. I wanted skin and blood. I wanted nails scratching down his back and bruises on my hips.” — Yes ma’am. Get it!

* Oh Stella. You’re my new favorite girl lmao.

* Way to go, Christian. Way to bring me down after that excellent scene. Just what lies are you telling, mister?

* Holy shit! He shot him 😂

* Fuck. This stalker is getting bold. Sending Christian threats? Wrong move, my dude.

* Awww. Christian’s in love with Stella 🥰 Now fess up, buddy! What secrets are you hiding?

* She told him she loved him and he implied it back 😩

* So that’s the story of the ring..

* “If she brought me to life with three words- I love you- she slayed me with an equal number. Don’t touch me.” — and my heart is broken. Ugh.

* HE FUCKING SAID THE WORDS 😭😭😭 I hate this book 💔

* Lol I love the guys teasing the fuck out of Christian.

* “You’ll always be my first, last, and only love.”

* WHO FUCKING KIDNAPPED HER?!

* So the traitor is Kage. What a dick. Now go find your girl, Christian. And figure out who the stalker is!

* Julian’s the stalker?! Wtf.

* He found her 😭

* So THAT’S the story behind that awful painting that keeps being brought up.

* Christian eats pussy like a champ 😂

* Wtf happened with the banana float 🤣

* He proposed! Oh my god, he proposed!

* They’re all sappy, married/engaged men and I love it.

* And now Stella is pregnant 😭

* They had a daughter! Oh how I wish I could have seen Rhys teasing the fuck out of him. Perfect fucking ending.

* I miss this group already.

#twisted series #twisted lies #ana huang #stella alonso #christian harper #booktok #book review #bookworm #booklr

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justsomeoneunordinary · 4 months

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hi May! i really love all the hashitobi fanart you've been reblogging recently! it made me fall in love with that pairing too :)

can i ask what your favourite headcanons for the two of them together are?

you know, this is REALLY not the kind of reaction i thought i'd get once the hashitobi posts come out of the queue 🤣 i mean, i have always been very clear about not tolerating any anti nonsense, but that hasn't stopped any antis from my inbox before. (although, if i STILL have any antis following me after everything, they're probably glad i accidentally shuffled my queue, otherwise all those hashitobi pieces would've come out one after another for a full day at least lol) therefore, your reaction is an absolute delight!!! you're a gem, thank you ♥️

that being said, i'm sorry to disappoint you, but i don't really have any headcanons for them 😅 i only got into them because i was running out of hashirama & tobirama fics to read and went, OKAY well *throws hands up* i GUESS, now i'll have to read incest if i want more of them!!! my interest for hashitobi is more out of necessity because there's not enough gen sibling stuff for them, and while romance changes the very dynamic i'm interested in for them, it's the only alternative i have

(although, i will admit that they're aesthetically a VERY pleasing pair, and i am absolutely an aesthetic shipper (folks who know me from my marvel days may remember me mentioning how i never ship two blond people together because they look the same to me - i still stand by that), and hashitobi not only look so widely different, but also have such very opposing personalities (AND abilities - one creates life, the other plays with death), which makes for a very crunchy dynamic. it's tasty.)

so no, no headcanons but i enjoy their dynamic similarly to how i enjoy my senju bros fics as well - extremely co-dependent (they're each other's last brother and they'd do everything for the other one and to ensure the other one survives) but now 10x more intense if you add romance and sex to it

tender as FUCK - they may be battle-hardened shinobi but they can treat each other no other way but with care and love. (which is funny coming from a dark enjoyer like me but idk, when it comes to these two, i just need them to be SOFT. probably because canon doesn't show them soft with each other so i need it in fanon damnit.) including lots of touching, especially from hashirama's side, while tobirama is more subtle - a litte squeeze of hashi's shoulder here, a little brush of hashi's hair there...

possessive and jealous and over-protective both of them!! hashi plants his mokuton seeds in tobirama to always be able to track him without telling him (not that he needs to; tobirama is a sensor) (it makes for a nice sliiightly dark but not all too dark hashi too), whereas tobirama tries to set everyone on fire with his look alone when someone even dares to look at hashirama for too long, especially one uchiha fucking madara. (let's be real: tobirama seemed already jealous of madara in canon - if you add romantic hashitobi to the mix, that's gonna be even stronger and worse)

i have no problem with adding mito to the mix!!! my gal marries one guy and by marrying him she gets another one as a bonus? my god, good for her, very good for her. she would take care of her boys so good 💖 (i definitely meant that in a dirty way). (on that note, i absolutely do NOT enjoy fics in which hashirama cheats on mito with tobirama (or literally anyone else for that matter), i love hashimito and just mito herself way too much. cheating hashirama does not spark joy. either she's never been part of the equation, to begin with, or she's an active part - there's no in-between for me)

honestly, i just want them soft and loving and caring with just a tad bit of unhinged behavior, and adding incest to the mix makes it simply more intense and spicier too 🤷‍♀️

#may answers #fuck-naming-things #that got a bit long and rambly sorry abt that #hashitobi #<- tagging only for ppl who have it blocked #bc i'm a nice person like that

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brigwife · 1 year

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Children of the Red King, Charlie Bone and the Time Twister: Part Five!

Sounds gay

Nah I'm kidding. Tancred's heart belongs to Sander <3 (I'm tempted to write fanfic of them getting detention together deliberately and snuggling alone in their dorm room)

Now now Charlie, we don't want to be forming cliques, do we? None of this "Us" and Them" talk. It never ends well.

Fido (and tbh I agree):

Thinking about this and how the Bloors clearly expected him to have Skarpo's dagger here - I can't even begin to imagine how they would have spun this lil 10 year-old being in possession of a weapon. Like dang. That could have been bad.

A convenient, super-secret underground passage? That leads exactly to where we need it to go? In my me? It's more likely than you think!

Aaaaaaaaahhh I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit afraid about a cat being so near all those gerbils.... In fact, how the hell have none of the pets in that cafe eaten each other yet? 😅

I just think this room sounds really fucking gorgeous. It's the kind of place you could sit in for hours, yet it would feel like only minutes had passed.

keep at it charlie. you gotta be nice to your wand. garedig. a little plîs and diolch every now and then.

ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT. This is Paton's fault, because he made a massive oversight here - he taught Charlie the familiar 2nd person form, rather than the polite, respectful version you should use with ancient wands you have only just met.

See? Fido sort of gets it...

I love her. 🤣 But seriosuly. Someone please find these grown adults a hobby outside of stalking a child.

HENRY WHY. Why are small dumb kids like this? Why do they ALWAYS wander off and get themselves into trouble? After all the effort everyone goes through to rescue them and keep them safe??

I still don't fully understand why she feels like she has to go back in time in order to leave and enjoy her life?? I'm sure she could have escaped in the present time with the help of Cook and the Flames or literally anyone. It's not like it will undo anything that has happened, and she''d still be the same age? Hmm. Would like to hear other peoples' thoughts on this.

Dis woman really knew all along that Mr Pilgrim was Charlie's dad and just.. never said anything. Wow.

I'm sorry I know it's for plot reasons but I'm still uncomfortable with Paton driving. At all. Surely as soon as he sees headlamps of another car, of traffic lights, or any lights they'll just explode?? Including the ones on his dashboard? The only explanation I can think of is that it's like the reading thing. He's concentrating SO hard on driving that the accidents just don't happen.

And when someone has faked him a birth certificate and a whole load of other documents and records to explain his existence lmao

"Mother said it's MY turn with the house" 😂

Also just this whole scene. ICONIC. 👌

🥹🥹🥹🥹 They r everything to me 💖💖💖

And once again, the book finishes with a beautiful, warm wholesome party where all the good characters are happy!

Excited to get onto The Blue Boa next!

#cotrk re read #children of the red king #charlie bone #cotrk #the time twister

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hekateinhell · 10 months

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First of all thank you so much for the ficlet you've written to my prompt . I love it so much. Nad it was.such a nice surprise, I literally finished the biggest exams of my life, I got home bone dead tired and saw that you answered my ask. You made me smile so much so thank you.

Lestat is so nervous about this and he's adorable. You really captured his tvl youth, the reckless courage and his insecurities at the same time, the awe that he's wanted by someone.

"Hadn’t given it much thought when he’d spotted pretty Eleni wearing this exact necklace in the tavern the previous night and asked her if there was any form of payment besides the monetary that she would accept in exchange. All Lestat had known then was that he wanted it."

==>> I can't believe Lestat saw a pretty necklace, thought about how pretty it would look on Armand, and promptly went off to eat another woman's pussy to get it 🤦 hopefully armand will never find out the origin of the necklace 👀 otherwise more claiming bites will appear on Lestat's body.

I like the part where Lestat was playing with the rosary in bed. Lestat is the type of guy to get thrilled by breaking rules and taboos. On the other hand, I couldn't get the image out of my head of Lestat counting pearls and going "He loves me, he loves me not" about a mermaid he can't communicate with 😂

The image of Armand laying between Lestat's legs (at dick height no less) will haunt me for eternity 🥵

I LOVE LESTAT'S POSSESSIVENESS with Mermand, like the weird doesn't even phase him anymore he just wants to belong to Mermand and to be loved by him. They're so precious to me, and their attempts to communicate with each other are adorable.

“There,” he whispered with absolute conviction, “Mine, now you’re mine too. All mine.”

==>> They're married now 🥹🥹❤️

"But he swore the expression on its face softened as its tail fluttered below the surface, and it came to rest a cold cheek against the warmth of his inner thigh. Its nose pressing into the delicate crease where his leg met his groin as it gave a small shuddering breath against the coarse blond hairs."

==>> Mermand is such a cat, he reminds me of my own can rubbing off me when i come back from work. He's adorable.

But THAT'S WHERE HE PUTS HIS FACE AND HIS NOSE. GOD! Armand really is an oversexed street urchin panting for that blond menance in every universe. He wouldn't be himself otherwise.

The slightest upturn at the corner of its full mouth hinting at a smile as a clawed hand came to wrap around his cock, stroking it to full hardness almost immediately.

==>> LMAO 🤣 ARMAND! You insatiable slut. For ONCE Lestat didn't have sex on his mind and Armand just jumped straight to it. Well it's the fault of the language barrier 🤷

Priapus, I spy a Priapus 🐠

Lestat calling Armand lovely is perfect 🥹

"For the first time, the creature didn’t seem particularly invested in ensuring Lestat’s spend entered its body through one manner or another.

Puzzling, disappointing even. "

==>> It's gonna be less disappointing when you'll have dozens of mer babies swimming aroud your feet and you'll realize you've possibly got another batch on the way!! Vasectomy my dear Lestat is the way!

"a deep, rabid bite to the flesh of his inner thigh where the creature had been nuzzling so tenderly not a moment ago.

==>> Yandere Armand strikes again. At this rate Human Lestat will have bite scars all over his body. And these are real bites not 2 tiny holes left by a vampire

"Bends his head to kiss the creature's temple as the lavender blush on its face beginning to fade. Lestat’s own wild blond curls falling like a curtain over them, concealing them from the world, the pearl necklace around his neck draping down over the creature's skin. "

==>> ❤️❤️❤️ They're both wearing the necklaces, they're so tender with each other. They're perfect. Honestly I'l kill for someone to draw this EXACT paragraph, cause the visuals are stunning.

You should definitely post this ficlet on ao3!

aww omg thank you so much for this ao3 style comment! I am so happy I could brighten your day after a rough exam!!! 🥹💖 I'm in grad school atm so I know how it goes. I loved this prompt as soon as I saw it, it was so tender and I'm soft these days 🤧

You really captured his tvl youth, the reckless courage and his insecurities at the same time, the awe that he's wanted by someone.

oh man... I literally had TVL open in the other tab the entire time I was writing the og fic because I really wanted to evoke that characterization of Baby Lestat before he gets so hurt and jaded by the world, it means a lot that you noticed this!

can't believe Lestat saw a pretty necklace, thought about how pretty it would look on Armand, and promptly went off to eat another woman's pussy to get it

no lmao I think you can believe it, this is Lestat we're talking about! 🥹 I couldn't pass up the opportunity to let Lestat be a lil' slutty for a good cause, his canon sluttiness is something I love about him (and anything to give Armand more of an excuse to chomp down on him some more rip)

if there's an opportunity for religious imagery and a sense of blasphemy I'm going to take it 😂 and omg STOP LMAO THAT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE (he doesn't know the words but he does love you Lestat, I promise 🤧)

The image of Armand laying between Lestat's legs (at dick height no less) will haunt me for eternity

same same, it was the very first image in my head when I thought about your prompt, who's surprised?

I LOVE LESTAT'S POSSESSIVENESS with Mermand, like the weird doesn't even phase him anymore he just wants to belong to Mermand and to be loved by him.

SOBBING yes you get it!! he just wants that intimacy and connection so desperately, he wants to throw himself into this creature literally and figuratively. And possessive!Lestat is one of my faves in canon ("My Louis", "My Armand"? PLEASE 🥵)

They're married now 🥹🥹❤️

100% 😌💖

Lestat don't go putting your head under anymore skirts okay

Armand really is an oversexed street urchin panting for that blond menance in every universe. He wouldn't be himself otherwise.

HE'S SO DOWN BAD FOR LESTAT IN EVERY REALITY LMAO IT'S THE FUCKING EMBARRASSMENT OF MY FANDOM LIFE (also I love it and I'm as obsessed with them as Armand is with Lestat)

he just craves Lestat's pheromones and body heat, he wants to curl up inside him 🥹

For ONCE Lestat didn't have sex on his mind and Armand just jumped straight to it.

sex IS their primary form of communication at this point, Armand's connecting with him the only way he knows how to right now 🤧 like "oh, a present? here, this is how I say thank you!"

It's gonna be less disappointing when you'll have dozens of mer babies swimming aroud your feet and you'll realize you've possibly got another batch on the way!!

asjekdkdj Lestat better find a way to get that fishing boat/start living his best pirate life to feed all those tiny mouths with their little fangs!

Yandere Armand strikes again. At this rate Human Lestat will have bite scars all over his body. And these are real bites not 2 tiny holes left by a vampire

HE WILL.

I really wanted to convey the difference between a Mermand!bite and our traditional vampire bites, so my brain just went "wildcat bite." He's vicious, he's a predator, he can break bones with his jaws if he wanted! @birdblacksocialclub did such a fucking amazing job of capturing the exact quality of the bites as I imagined them in my head, I was beside myself!! 😭🥵🖤

They're both wearing the necklaces, they're so tender with each other. They're perfect. Honestly I'l kill for someone to draw this EXACT paragraph, cause the visuals are stunning.

that was my last minute addition when I was thinking "okay, now how do I push this over the top with sweetness" because it was important to me to convey that something's progressed here — they can be comfy and content together — so I'm so glad it had the intended effect! They deserve it and we deserve to see it, and it made my heart so happy to write it 🥹

I have one more mermaid prompt to fill and then I think I'll combine this one and that one and x-post them to ao3 for easier access and bookmarking purposes! Thank you again for the feedback, it's always so lovely to know what I'm doing right! ❤️

#really appreciate you guys taking the fish adventure with me it makes me happy i can make you happy with my random late night thoughts 🖤🐠#you ask and hekate answers #fic: beneath your shallows

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