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crazyk-imagine · 3 months

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Finding their Mate

A/N: This feels like I wrote an entire series, but it was simple headcanons, which I've found to be oddly fun to do from time to time

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Freya

After everything that happened with her aunt Dahlia and her giving up everything for her family to live their best lives (without her). Can you imagine how surprised she is to find out that you two are mates; the girl is baffled beyond baffled. She doesn't pursue you when she learns the truth. If you two are friends and she has feelings for you, she'll begin to pull away a bit which leads to you confronting her and asking why she's acting the way she is because it feels like things are weird and you don't want to deal with weird. You have a hard time making friends or finding people who can tolerate you. One awkward conversation later, you two share a kiss and are on a date. I mean, if you consider you watching her practice a spell while she tries not to blush too much as a date, there you have it

Finn

Before his mother forced this life of eternal damnation onto him even if it was due to losing his youngest brother. There is one thing he never anticipated finding... you, his mate. If anyone had told him mates were real and he would meet his soon, he'd probably think you were insane. And that's saying a lot since his life has been revolving around the supernatural since he was a child. Meeting you certainly helped him through this new life, but it didn't do much when he finds himself daggered at the hands of his brother. Knowing you were out there on your own dealing with him family drove him crazy, but he didn't know you asked to be turned to live with him (imagine his surprise when he awoke nine hundred years later and found you). After talking with you, he can't imagine living without you and thanks his lucky stars for you

Elijah

When his memories came back of how he harmed Tatia, he was less enthusiastic about pursuing another female. But Davina made a friend in you (because you helped her bring Kol back) and that was the end of it. It didn't trigger that you two had met years ago until he saw the three of you enjoying breakfast together. His memories came flooding back to him and he realized that you weren't in your original body yet, hence where his younger brother got the idea to do so, trying to find the doppelgänger. You two slowly began bonding and then came the hardest time in your relationship, he lost his memories, his mind would never let him forget your face. He never knew until he and Klaus were at their end, but his brother admitted your death to him and explained that's why he has an ache in his heart. A werewolf had gotten you while you were protecting Hope. He never got to admit how sorry he was for hurting you, not until he saw you standing there, waiting for him with Hayley by your side

Klaus

He didn't believe it for a second, thought it was a hoax; thought it was something the witches cooked up to blackmail him. But the more he saw you, the more his heart raced and the more his need for you grew stronger. Not to mention the fact that his wolf didn't help, the voice calling and wanting him to take you for his own so they can claim you as theirs. He knew he was dangerous and that's why he did all he could to stay away from you in the beginning when he ever so slowly begins to accept that your fates are tied to one another. There was no way he'd let you be put in danger due to his issues or because you're associated with his family. After you manage to protect Hope and yourself while defending him and his name, he thinks maybe his family wasn't lying when they said you two were fated mates, destined to be together (perfect for one another eve). He was more than hesitant to try and form a relationship with you. You had to be the one to take the step and make things right and stop the aches n both your hearts

Kol

He initially planned on using you as leverage since he knows his brother cares about you (whether it was platonic or not). But then, there was this little spark you had and not just because you managed to shock him with your powers, to escape from him and his mother. After that he knew he had to know you, someone who is genuine friends with his half-brother and can take care of themself in they ever needed to. That one hell of a keeper and there was no way he could let you go. So, yeah, he's going to try and become your friend (only after you reject him when he asks you to go out on a date). Then when Davina tried to help him return to his body, she came to you and knew you'd be able to help more than anyone because working alone isn't enough. No one, supernatural or not, cannot deny the bond between mates. You two confessed to one another once he came back from the supernatural purgatory, in his original body, and that was that

Rebekah

After watching her brother kill almost all her lovers and ruining any chance she had at a love life, she found it hard to believe that she was offered a chance at having someone fated to be hers. Someone her brother couldn't kill without causing her severe harm. She loves too hard and fast, she knows that, but she can't help it. Now that mates are thrown into the mix, she is a little hesitant at starting something with you, but she also knows how you are (being allies with her family helped her learn more about you). Then when her siblings find their mates and watches how happy they are, she can't help but basically run into your arms and confess that she feels the bond too and wants to start a relationship with you (and if you hate Elena, that's such a bonus for her)

Hope

When she lost her parents and her Uncle Elijah, she never imagined anything good would come into her life. Always believing herself to be cursed and imagining loads of misery would continue to come her way even as she genuinely tries to let good things into her life. Then you came into play, and she was floored. First off, you're the most good-looking person she's ever seen, Landon does not compare whatsoever. But it also is more of a reason for her hesitation when it comes to interacting with you or her just trying to get to know you. You knew right away who she was to you, another reason why you wanted to talk to her, figure out how you would fit into her life. You started to pursue her, not ready to give up even as she continuously turns you down, waiting until she'll accept you. After some time, she decided to try and have her own epic love like her parents and uncle Elijah did. She doesn't regret it

Hayley

After learning the truth about her family, she didn't expect to hear that mates were a thing. Then as soon as she stepped foot in New Orleans, imagine her surprise when she met not one but two wolves who continuously looked out for her. She manages to bond with one of the two wolves right away, slightly alarmed at how easy it was to spot you in your wolf while she is out in town. Then came a full moon where she met Jackson, who may or may not, have known who the wolf was and told her, about you and your back story or the bond you two share. Unfortunately for her, you were cursed differently. Only when you find your mate on a full moon and they accept you, will you be able to turn into your human form again. She searched three moons before finding you and she thanked her bloodline for giving her someone so, well, you. You're more than she could have ever known

Davina

With everything she went through before and after learning about everything witch wise, finding a lover much less a mate was the furthest thing on her mind. After she came back from the other side and was dealing with the ancestors' punishment, you entering her life was more a blessing. Which is something she and Marcel can easily agree on. Then you put in the effort to learn about her, just as she starts to find herself, accepting everything she's done and what the other witches keep doing to her; you stay by her side is what's kept her together. She would never admit it out loud to you but ever since you had entered her life, it was more of a blessing than anyone even realized. She continues to thank her lucky stars every day once the two of you are together. You are more than she could have ever imagined, and she'll do whatever she can to protect you because there's a lot that goes on in town

Marcel

After Klaus pulled his siblings out of town after the fire and the Mikaelson's thinking he was dead, losing Rebekah... he never thought he'd get the happy ending he wanted. But then, he was out at his favorite bar, trying to charm the pants off Camille (yet again) and you waltzed in, changing his life for the better. He never knew why his heart was so full and pounding so hard until Elijah told him. Finding out that mates were a thing? He was... safe to say pleased because like the man who treated him like a son always said, a king must have a queen (or king, in some cases). And you, my dear, are his royal highness lover from now until death and that could take a while. He will always do whatever he can to give you whatever you want to keep you happy and satisfied. He wants you to feel like you can rely on him for anything and everything, which kind of makes him look like a sugar daddy with all the new things he buys you

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crimsonrae · 1 year

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Favorite Excerpts from My Writings

"Camille..." He whispered, unable to keep his impetuous need from his voice, "Camille... Stay with me, love. Please."

His hand grasped hers with a fierce intensity, "Reach for our bond. I need you to reach for it, push for it, please. Camille. I am begging you. Twice now, you have made me beg and I do not beg. Do not deny me again."

Tears crawled down his cheeks as he battered frantically at those planks. She was so close.

Disintegration, Chapter One

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31065173/chapters/77832503#workskin

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rainyapricotcreatorparty · 9 months

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Disobedience

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Gif not mine

Warnings: wrong grammar, pure smut, no plot. Minors DNI, somnophilia, spanking,bondage, oral m and f receiving, anal play, breast fetish, nipple play, dom!elijah x sub!reader, usage of nicknames, Hair pulling, Praise kink, slight. Breeding kink, orgasm denial, p in v, usage of sex toys.

Summary: Elijah promised a night to you, but he broke it so you decided to take matter into your own hands.

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You were so bored out of your mind that you were sitting in the living room with a book in your lap. Klaus was a pain in the ass, even though you occasionally liked him and everything, and Elijah was off doing business with him. Elijah promised that this evening would be all yours. You were told to wait for him and do nothing until he returned at 7, or you would be punished. You've had it with him being three hours late. You closed the book before dumping it on the couch. Well, if he can't provide you pleasure, you will do it yourself even tho it was hard sometimes to do it on your own, but fuck it.

Elijah had a lot of white shirts, so losing one to you was nothing. You ripped open the closet and rummaged through Elijah's clothing. You quickly take off your sweatpants and leggings before throwing your top over your head, leaving you completely bare. You buttoned up his shirt and put it on. You put on his shirt and buttoned it up. The shirt was long it covered your ass. You left the first 3 buttons open and climbed into bed. Goosebumps covered your body as the soft fabric moved against your skin. You could see your nipples through the shirt. You ran your fingers over them, the fabric being the only barrier there.

The shirt smelled like Elijah. You whimpered, wishing he was here. You moved your hands down your body and pulled the fabric up until your bottom half was bare gasping as the cold air hit your pussy. You moved your hand further down till you were palming yourself. You were already wet from the thought of Elijah barging in the room and catching you, pleasuring yourself. The thrill was too much. You ran your finger up and down your clit. You felt the wetness against your finger and started by pushing one finger in. You moaned at the feeling, your other hand grabbing the sheet in a tight grip. You started to pump them in and out and added a second finger. Whining wishing it was his fingers that were pumping inside of you.

"Fuck Elijah" You found your sweet spot and started to move your fingers in a come here motion and moaned as you started to get closer to your orgasm. You bit your lip hard and pinched your nipples between your thumb and index finger, causing a surge of pleasure down your spine and straight down. You cried out, pushing your face into the pillow beside you and crying Elijah's name out as you came. Coming down from your high, you still weren't satisfied. You wanted more. You needed more. After 2 more orgasms you were finally satisfied and too tired to do anything your wetness trickled down your clit wetting the sheets beneath you and your thighs were wet from how much you kept rubbing them together for more friction. You went to the bathroom and did your businees, and went straight to bed. You grabbed a pillow and hid your face in it, and looked at the clock it was now midnight. You groaned and closed your eyes, letting the darkness take over.

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It was after midnight when Elijah entered through the door. He was upset because he had broken his promise. He was aware of your need and desire as well as how long you had to wait. As he entered, gently closing the door, he exhaled as he heard your peaceful breath coming from your room. He intended to make amends and give you the long-awaited pleasure he had promised. He approached the door, which was slightly ajar, and took a long breath to prepare himself before stopping abruptly. He took another whiff of the air and couldn't get enough of the scent. It belonged to you—your arousal and your release. He entered the room in quiet steps to see you deep asleep on your back, your hair lying flawlessly around your head in his shirt. He saw the wetness underneath. You had disobeyed his orders and had touched yourself. Even though he was late, that still did not mean for you to go on and pleasure yourself. That was his job. Nobody, not even yourself, can touch you. His scowl grew, and he crept slowly towards the edge of the bed where he silently stood in awe of you. Although it was probably unsettling, he didn't care. He could always admire you because you were his. Unless, of course, you were uncomfortable, but he knew that you loved it when he stared at you like he was falling in love all over again.

He placed his suit jacket neatly on one of the chairs after taking off his shoes and socks. He carefully climbed into bed, rubbed his nose lightly over your covered nipple before bringing it into his mouth, and sucks firmly, feeling the puffiness under his lips. He kisses a line from your neck to your breast. He runs a hand down your body, and grabbed one of your legs, laying wet kisses from toe till your inner thighs You were still wet, and there was still dampness on the bed from where you had come before. His rough fingertips felt your silky skin as they trailed up and down your leg. Without waking up, you let out a breath and tilted your head to the side. He put a finger on your clit and began to stroke it, and you responded by moaning in the back of your throat.

As he continued to rub circles on your clit, your fluids began to wet his finger, which was enough for him to slide his thick finger inside you. He groaned lightly at the feeling of you clasping around his finger. He hovered above you, loving the way his shirt's material allowed just a hint of your nipples to show. You were alluring in his clothing. He delicately stroked his finger over your right nipple while he fingered you. His eyes were only able to see your right breast since he had pulled the fabric off your shoulder. He started licking and biting your nipple right away, tasting the sweetness of your skin. The tip was slightly red from his soft nibbling.

He moved away from your breast and began to kiss the fabric as he sank till he reached your clit. You cried out his name in your sleep as you struggled to close your legs, but he maintained a strong hold on your thighs and prevented you from doing so. He immediately slid his tongue to your clit and began eating you out.

Your eyes were lazily opened to the most stunning scene. Elijah was between your legs, staring at you while lightly stroking your exposed skin with his lips. His lovely hair was immediately ruined by your hands running through it, which also forced his face closer to your body heat. You moaned out loud as he added a second finger in you, his finger moved slowly and delicately inside you, hitting your sweet spot and slowly building up your orgasm.

"Elijah, please, I'm so close," you say in between gasps. He locked eyes with you as he stopped and pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered at the emptiness. "You dare whine when I refuse you from your release after you disobeyed me?" He asked in a dark tone. "But you promised you would be back early," you said in a whisper "Yes I did, but if you had obeyed, I would have given you a greater reward than the one you were going to get" he said in a stern voice. "How many times have you come?" He asked. "Three.." you whispered in response. His eyes darkened, and suddenly, you were pulled by your legs, gasping in shock he pulled you over his lap, laying you down your stomach. He kissed you behind your ear. "Such a bad girl," he whispered. When you shifted your head back to allow him access to your lips, he let out a single breathy chuckle. When you felt a harsh slap to your ass, you yipped and jumped slightly, then groaned somewhat as the sting lingered across your skin.

"Be a good little girl and count them out for me." He informed you.

"How many?" After a little pause, you whimpered. He smirked and said, "As many as I want, my chére"

When he slapped you again, you bit down on your lip and cursed because you bit down too hard. "One! Im sorry, sir. " You let out a yelp.

Smack

"Two! I'm sorry, sir, " you moaned.

Smack

"Three! I'm sorry, sir"

Smack

"Four! I'm sorry, sir," you whined at the stinging feeling.

SMACK

"Five! I'm sorry, sir, " you cried out.

He runs his hands around your lower back before slipping them between your legs as wetness runs down your thighs.

“You are so wet my love” he said as he started to move his fingers inside and then taking them out.

After five more, your bum was red with his handprint. He made you sit up with your legs on either side of his legs, your face at the base of his neck breathing heavily.

"Good girl, you did so well for me, little one," he said, his voice deep in your ears making a shiver run down your spine and straight to your core. He gently moved his hands under the fabric and felt your skin of your back from underneath. You take a sharp breath. You grind your hips down on him, already feeling the hard bulge in his trousers.

"Does that mean you will finally fuck me?"

He smiled softly "No" he said in her ear and slightly sucked on her earlobe. You let out a whine and try to create friction between the heat between your legs and Elijah's now full hard bulge in his suit pants. He placed his rough hands on your hips to stop your movement.

"So needy," he said while smirking.

"You look stunning in my clothes, my love." He whispers in your ear. You can feel the blood rushing to your face as you blush a beautiful red. He pulls the left tip of fabric at your shoulders down to expose your breast. His hand felt the weight of your breast as he greedily latched his mouth on your erected nipple. He massaged the other one through the fabric. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaing. He looked up at you. "Never try to hide your moans, little one, I want to hear every sweet sound that comes out of your lips." You blush a pretty red, and he smirked as he continued to suck on your nipple. You moaned loudly as he bit down softly on your nipple.

You needed him now. You rest your hands on his thick thighs and slowly climb down between his legs. "Can I please suck your dick sir?" You asked sweetly as you locked eyes with Elijah. Dark eyes stared back straight to your soul, Elijah always had such an intense gaze.

"Because you asked so nicely," you quickly fiddle with the zipper of his suit pants. You pull down his briefs and let his cock free hitting his stomach. It stood tall and thick with a little curve, his mushroom tip red with a little pre cum oozing out. You let out a small moan it looked painful. You wanted to relieve and pleasure him. Wrapping your hand around his cock delicately, your hand didn't fully wrap around his cock from how thick it was. You blushed when you thought of his dick stretching you out. You pump your hand up and down his length slowly as you lick your way from bottom to top, feeling the veins that lines his cock. Elijah takes a sharp breath in as he runs his hands through your long brown hair. You kiss the tip of his cock while looking up and intensly locking eyes with him. You put the tip in your mouth sucking while your hands wrap around his length and the other fiddling with his balls. He throws his head back, groans escaping his throat. You start to take more of his length down your throat. Your eyes watered, and you gagged a little, but you took a breath through your nose. Elijah's hands tighten on your hair as he starts to push you head down, resulting in taking more of his length. Elijah moans as his cock hits the back of your throat.

"You look so pretty taking that cock down your throat." He said making you moan around his cock and sending vibrations straight to his length. He felt shivers down his spine as he groans. He couldn't control himself as he started to thrust his hips into your throat, his strong hold on your hair holding you down. Saliva started dripping at either side of your face, and you looked up at Elijah. His eyes were closed with his head thrown back. You felt a sense of pride run through your body. Your hand went to your heat and you start to rub circles on your clit wanting to feel friction. Soon, Elijah took notice of where your hands were.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He asks in a dark voice. You come to a stop as he pulls himself out of your mouth. Whining he lightly slaps you. It didn't hurt, but the sting went straight to your core. "It seemed your last punishment wasn't enough." He said.

You were suddenly thrown on the bed with him hovering over you. "Take off the shirt," he commanded in an angry voice. You quickly discarded the material off you. He took the belt that was on the bed and tied down your hands down, pulling them over your head. He stands on his knees and your legs between them as he starts to unbutton his shirt. You slightly see his defined abs. He pulls at his tie after losing it he slides off his neck.

Your vision goes black as Elijah covers your eyes with the soft fabric of his tie. Your senses heighten, you hear him shuffle around and finally felt his hot breath down your neck.

"You will only come when I give you permission to." Elijah was furious. You were acting like a brat, not following his orders. He loved a little of challenge to show who is in control, but you disobeyed his orders just because of the beauty and sweet punishment. Mear pleasure. You wanted Elijah to be angry to show you who is in control. You hear him shuffling around at the bedside table. You were suddenly turned around on your stomach, and knees ass high up in the air. Your breathing was uneven. You didn't know what to expect. You felt the bed shift from behind you and felt his fingers at your entrance teasing the pearl on your clit. You were shuddering at the sweet pleasure, an orgasm slowly building. Slick juices start seeping out, coating Elijah's thick fingers. You clench around his fingers, swallowing his fingers.

He moved it around and up to your other hole. You jolt up gasping as he moved his finger at the muscle ring. Gripping the sheets underneath your tied hands, you hear Elijah open a bottle, squirting some of the material in his hand, but you can already guess what it was. You felt the cold lube on Elijah's finger moving around your hole. You involuntary clench tensing at the feeling.

"Relax, little one," he said lovingly. Taking a deep breath, you relax your muscles and start to feel Elijah slowly inserting his finger. Moaning to the sensations to both pleasure and pain, slowly adding another finger after a while. The sensation of being stretched out under Elijah was stimulating. Elijah moved his fingers in scissors motion stretching your insides. You let out a string of sounds from your throat at the feeling. Slowly, he slid his fingers out, making you exhale, and his fingers were replaced by a cold metal butt plug stretching you out. You shudder at the cold feeling but slowly got used to it.

"You look angelic with the white jewel in your ass little one," He said in his deep voice. You whined at him. Elijah always loved the colour white. He thought you looked like an angel in white. His angel. You were his, his to pleasure, his to own. He slapped you ass cheek only for you to jolt up, and a moan escaped your throat. Elijah turned you back on your back. You felt his hands at your sides feeling around your body.

"You are bewitching, my love," he said as he moved his hands between your legs, stroking your thighs.

"Please, Elijah," you breathe out, wiggling your body on the bed.

"What do you need? I can't do anything till you tell me, " he says with a smile in his voice.

"Please, touch me," you say.

"Where?" You were frustrated now, he was teasing you to no end.

"My clit, please Lijah" you whined.

"Here?" He hands palmed your heat and two fingers stroking your pearl, causing the pleasurable sensation to flow through, making you arch your back, as you moaned out Elijah's name like a prayer. The fact that you couldn't see only heightened your senses, which built up your orgasm.

"Do you think you deserve it after your disobedience?" He asked. Stopping, you felt the bed shift.

"Yes, please, I will be good." And a sound of vibrations met your ears. Elijah spread your legs and shrieked at the sudden sensation of the vibrator. It was against your clit, Elijah held down the vibration while his other hand was slowing stroking your slit collecting you juices and spreading them around.

Suddenly, the vibrations became stronger, causing millions of electric shocks to run through your entire body. Moaning loudly, you arch your back and your hands holding down on the mattress cover so hard you can feel them turning white. Your orgasm was slowly closing, your heat clenching around nothing in need for something to fill your empty hole. However, when you finally feel the knot about to unravel. The vibrations slowed down suddenly, and losing the orgasm made a whine to string out of your throat. You wanted to scream at him for making teasing into oblivion. It was almost painful at that point.

“No please let me cum” you whined in plea wanting to finish off and ride your orgasm. “This is what happens when you act like a brat and disobey me” he said in a deep voice in your ear. You whine and move your body against the toy to create friction wanting release, but alas he pulls it away.

"Beg for it, little one" you inhale a breath and curl your fingers at the sheets beneath you.

"Please Sir let me cum. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. Please fuck me, use my hole for your pleasure Sir." You breathed out your legs spreading wider and your hole clenching on air, begging to be filled to the brim.

You shudder at the feeling of his fingers softly grazing your inner thighs causing goosebumps to cover your entire body and more of you arousal dripping from your desperate hole.

"Yes, my love tell me what you need beg me to fuck your needy tight hole" He groans as he kisses his way up your thighs. You loved the feeling of his soft lips. He nibbled and sucked at your skin you can feel the bruises those are gonna leave. You continued to beg him. Elijah felt euphoric as he heard your little moans and whines that escaped your throat.

"You are so good for me little one, maybe I should reward you." you felt finger slowly rubbing your clit you arousal coating his fingers it. He pushed the finger deep inside filling you up he started to move in a "come to me" motion. You bit your lower lip trying to push your moans down to your throat. Suddenly Elijah's hand came to your throat pressing at the sides of your neck blocking your airway not enough to hurt but enough for you to feel the pleasure of it.

"Don't hide your moans from little one, let them out, let me hear your sweet angelic moans" He commands in your ear. Adding a second finger inside of you. He easily found your G-spot, moans leave your mouth loudly, not stopping them. Elijah's fingers move faster, you can feel your orgasm building up, you clench around his fingers. Elijah keeps the same pace while hitting the spot that made you see stars.

"Cum for me little one" At his command you came on his fingers your orgasm covering his fingers. Your legs shaking aggressively at the power of the orgasm. Your chest going up and down at the intense orgasm. He pulls out of you can hear the sound of your arousal as he pulled out you moan at that. Suddenly the tie was off your eyes. your eyes adjust to the sift light that filled the room. You look down at Elijah to find him licking your arousal from his fingers while making eye contact. Blood rushes to your cheeks at the action.

"You taste wonderful my dear, I can never get enough of you my sweet" he said with a smirk. You bite your lower lip at his statement your cheeks were getting more red by the second.

Elijah got off the bed and started stripping out his pants his cock stood proud as he pulled off his undergarments. You admired his figure as he climbed back on the bed hovering above you. You loved the feeling of him on top it felt like he was protecting you from the world.

Elijah takes his cock in his hand and started to rub it against your clit softly teasing your entrance.

"P-please" you moan out pushing your body against his cock. "Tell me what you need" he whisper in you ear. "Please fuck me-" suddenly he pushed his cock filling your insides you gasping at the sudden pressure in your lower body. Your mouth falls open and moans fly out of your throat. He pulls out till the tip and pushes back hitting that spot that made you see stars. He thrust was slow and hard. He groans and started to nib at your erected nipple. His groans cause shivers down to your core. You loved the sounds he made. "You feel so good my love" he moans out. You can already feel your orgasm building at that comment.

A shocked moan escapes your lips when Elijah hands came down to your lower belly gently adding pressure to the your stomach. He moans as he feels himself through your stomach. "Can you feel me little one?" He questions. "Can you feel how I fill you up? I'm gonna fill you up with my seed I will mark you so everyone knows that you are mine" He says with a deep voice. His thrust started to take speed hitting your sweet spot so good.

"Look at me little one, look at how my cock fits your perfect pussy, you are perfect for me" You eyes travels down to your conjoined body. He was right you were like puzzle piece fitting so well. You moan as you see how wet his cock was from your insides.

"Elijah please untie me I need to touch you please" You pulling at the belt that tied your hands together. He started to remove the belt once your hands were freed they fly around Elijah bringing him impossibly closer. Your nails digging in his back making a moan escape his lips. He started to speed up his cock hit your cervix. "Elijah I'm so close" you whined out. "You are not aloud to cum until I tell you" his thrusts were brutal in the most beautiful way. Your filled the air with your moans and Elijah's heavy breath and groans, paired the sound of Elijah's hips slapping yours.

"Cum for me little one" that was the only sign you needed. your orgasm crushed down at you. Your vision turns white, your body slumps down after that orgasm. Elijah continued to thrust inside of you in a fast pace. He started to rub your sensitive clit, you gasp at the sudden feeling.

"Elijah please, I can't, I'm sensitive." you said pleading for some mercy. "Not yet little one, I will not stop until you are filled with my seed" he groans in your ear.

Suddenly he man handled you and turned you around. You were on your knees with arms under your neck, your ass up. Elijah continued to thrust in you from behind, another orgasm building. Elijah's hand crawls up your back going the roots of your hair and pulled you hair back. Your back touched his chest, he brought your lips to his kissing you like a hungry man, devouring you completely in the kiss. You kiss back desperately, your arm pulled at his necking trying to bring him closer. Elijah kept playing with your clit making your legs shake uncomfortably. You moaned in the kiss. Your orgasm was already nearing.

"I can feel you are close my dear" he whispers in your ear, shivers run down your spine. Elijah thrusts start became sloppy with each thrust. You can feel him throbbing inside you.

"Cum with me my love" He commands cumming inside of you fill you to the brim. instantly your orgasm came crashing down, you feel your insides getting filled up with his seed. Both of your moans join together at the intense orgasm. After what seemed like hours riding down your orgasms.

He brings you down to the bed softly. You were exhausted and satisfied. "You were so good little one, you did amazing" He whispers in your ear. He spoons you from behind you. He turned you around and sat beside. Suddenly you feel his fingers pushing inside. "You will not waste any of it. You are gonna take it all" He continues to push his seed inside you. You moan at the feeling and blood rushes to your cheeks. "Say it" He growls. "I'm yours" you say. "And I'm yours little one" He whispers to you as your eyes met his. You smile at that his hands gently rubbing your face. He holds you close as you lay your head on his chest and darkness start to take over. "Rest little one"

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Day Twenty-Four: Klaus Mikealson + Toys

It had started as a gag gift and then turned into something more private and serious. Though you aren't really sure if Klaus knows what a gag gift is.

You had both gone out, grabbing gag gifts of your own for each other. You grabbed the best of the best. Fart spray. Klaus on the other hand grabbed something rather sesitive, and private.

The night before you were supposed to leave for a family vacation with the Mikealson family. You set your trap, Klaus taking a shower and this time you had opted to not take one alongside him. Klaus was already suspicious of your option not to shower with him.

You set everything up. The sound of the water turning off lets you know that you have to get into postion. Just before Klaus walks out of the bathroom. You spritz a few pumps out of the bottle. You run back to the bed. Getting under the blanket and willing your heart to slow down.

"Love…" Klaus stops mid sentence, disgusts worps his beautiful face. "What the hell is that smell?" He asks, you look over him. Your phone in hand. "What are you talking about baby?" You ask with faux concern. He can't tell if you're lying to him, but he takes what you give him for a real answer.

You lay there as Klaus tries his hardest to get awya from the disgusting smell. Getting dressed in a low pair of sweatpants, and climbs into bed with you. The silence is comforting, and just as you get into your sleep. The warm hands of klaus land on your hips and drag you into him.

"Good night sweetheart." he whispers into your ear, and kisses you right under your ear. "Also I'm fully willing to get you back for earlier." He says in a husky voice. You shiver at the antipication, and his words.

The next morning you take a long and needed shower. From outside the door Klaus shouts that he'll get your outfit together. You don't mind the action, it makes you flaot whenever you walk out and there lays our outfit. When you do manage to get out of the steamy bathroom. Your clothes lay out on the beds edge. Panties and all.

You get dressed, and without even thinking about you gather yourself up, and get into the car. Klaus had already packed your bags alongside his own. You got into the passengar seat, and waited for him.

The car ride was filled with is favorite music, and then the sudden feeling between your legs gave you a shiver. Stopping you in what you were doing. The book flopping down to your lap. "What's wrong baby?" That tone, the mimick of his voice. "Oh fuck- nothing is wrong. Just this, um this book." You pratically moan out, the buzzing in your panties.

Suddenly clicks in your head, "Is this-" you shifgt and the buzz sensation goes straight to your clit and you can't manage to get words or thoughts out. "Are you… Is this your gag fuckin' gift?' You finally ask, as the buzzing calms down. Klaus smirks that devilish smirk.

The buzzing stops suddenly, and then you're back to reading your book. Distracted by the words, and the chacters stories. It's not till hours later when you're eating dinner with Klaus sister on each side of you. Your talking with Freya about a girl nights that you're just dying to go on, but then the damn smirk comes back on Klaus face as he listens to his brother elijah moan on and on about something so unimportant he's just staring at you.

The buzzing starts up again. Low at first, and then you can't ignore the feeling inbetween your legs. You can feel your face go red like the apples in the trees behind you.

"Are you okay Y/n?" Freya asks, "Hm," You half moan and hum. "just a little hot out here." Your voice breaks. "Oh, yeah I do have to agree it's a little hot out here. Don't know why we had to eat out here?" Freya says dramtically while turning to look at her two brothers.

The buzzing doens't stop, not even has your grip on the silverware turns white, and your thighs squeeze tightly to stop the buzzing. "Klaus can you.… um… pass the um the salad." You moan out, and you drop the silverware and reach out for the bowl.

"Of course baby." Klaus voice is once again husky, as he passes the bowl the buzzing increases, and you almost drop the bowl. "Maybe you should go take a rest Y/n." Rebekah says looking athe situation unfold. "Go take your girlfriend inside in the cool air Niklaus." She says strongly.

"Come on sweetheart, let's go inside." Klaus says getting up from his seat, and going towards you. You stay still in your postion, and then latch onto his bicep. He's holding you up.

When you both reach the front french doors. You both stop for Klaus to open the door. As the two of you walk in Klaus whispers in your ear. "You feelin' good baby?" You moan asthe feeling hadn't gone away. Your high is so close then the feeling stops between your thighs. "Klaus!" You moan, "Don't worry baby, I'll let you cum tonight."

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❤️‍🔥 Welcome to Akhara’s PlayHouse ❤️‍🔥

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Introduction: Akhara’s playhouse is a male centered fictional world, where they all fight for the attention of the writer. Akhara. Yup, that’s me.

Each play boy is unique in their own way, all expressing different ranges of emotion and skills. However boys will be boys, and Akhara is only one woman.

This is an eighteen plus blog containing: Mature themes, Rated-R content and pure filth. I reserved all rights to block anyone under the age of eighteen.

Roman Reigns:

Rebellion in the Shadows: Joseph Anoai replaces his father as Matai Joseph , and must now navigate his new role as chief, while wondering if his reign could match that of his father’s.

Averi makes a narrowing escape from some dangerous people. She finds her self saved by a mysterious man. Still, she keeps her walls up.

One : Two

Samuelu Island

Jey Uso:

Beyond the Lights: Soraya is a well known artist in the music industry, and her accolades reflect that. While her career may be thriving and successful. She still has a lot to learn as she faces the trials and tribulations that come with the fame.

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Mayhem: A planned feud goes a bit too far when two sisters pitch a story line that shifts the trajectory of the women’s division. co-written with: @keyaho

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Dadmonger Series: Erik and his wife are parents to ten-year old twin boys. Come along with them and their little family as they navigate their lives as parents.

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wisdomssdaughterr · 4 months

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PROJECT SUNSHINE

the complete masterlist

stranger things season 1-5. a steve harrington x hawkins lab!oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory finds herself fleeing from a long survived nightmare, she crashes into the life of one unsuspecting teenage boy. together, they are dragged into the dark mysteries that begin to consume the small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

SEASON ONE. the lost children of Hawkins, Indiana

chapter one || chapter two || chapter three || chapter four || chapter five || chapter six || chapter seven || chapter eight || chapter nine || chapter ten || chapter eleven || chapter twelve || chapter thirteen || chapter fourteen || chapter fifteen || chapter sixteen || chapter seventeen

SEASON TWO. the return

chapter eighteen || chapter nineteen || chapter twenty || chapter twenty one || chapter twenty two || chapter twenty three || chapter twenty four || chapter twenty five || chapter twenty six || chapter twenty seven || chapter twenty eight || chapter twenty nine || chapter thirty || chapter thirty one || chapter thirty two || chapter thirty three || chapter thirty four || chapter thirty five || chapter thirty six || chapter thirty seven

SEASON THREE. the cruel summer

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SEASON FOUR. the deal with god

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SEASON FIVE. the end

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I had phenomenal artist Barbygoodface create my favorite vampiric couple Attuma and Okoye for a new chapter in their story. It's a follow up to Keep your Enemies Closer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51387355

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Hi guys, it's Vic! Also known as:

Round TWO at addressing the extreme racism in the CoD fandom!

So it’s both odd and funny that my Indigenous fem!OC has pissed off so many random people, especially with the fact that I created her to ship with Ghost.

(A fictional character that has NO canon love interest, FYI. Sorry to bust y'all's little bubble. Well, there's Mara and Urban Tracker....)

Anyways, I really don't care if this post sounds bitchy in nature. I really don't, not anymore. Some of y'all need a damn wakeup call. Several months ago, in December of 2023, I made a post (here) regarding the sudden influx of hate I began receiving following the posting of my OC, SilentDove Reyes. For around two weeks after that post, the hate died down, and I felt motivated to create more content involving Dove and Ghost.

Until the hate picked up again with every little thing I posted that related to my OC x Ghost.

However....this new hate incorporated the MMIW. A bold ass move, in my opinion.

If you are not aware, the MMIW stands for "Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women." Alternate spellings include the MMIWG & MMIWGTS (Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and Two-Spirits). As of 2023, statistics indicate that Indigenous women face a 10x murder rate than any other race/ethnicity. I have made a previous post regarding the issue, seen here. The unfortunate truth is that young Indigenous girls are more likely to be SA'd and murdered than to attend college. Let that sink in for a moment.

Now, I am an Indigenous woman. That is no surprise there; I fashioned my OC to provide myself (and, by extension, others) with Native representation in a franchise I greatly enjoy. What IS surprising, however, is that me doing so has pissed off so many people. I'm very certain some of y'all must descend from Andrew Jackson, or John Wayne cause, christ on a bike driven by a pike.

Here is a screenshot of a hate anon I recently received:

Listen, I don't care who you ship Ghost with. I really don't. I've blocked numerous shipping tags, remained mindful of the content I'm interacting with, and surrounded myself with fellow mutuals who also have personal OCs. It is really that easy.

What I do care about is the fact that some of you CANNOT separate fanon headcanons from canon material.

Exhibit A:

So let’s clear some stuff up!

Soap x Ghost is NOT canon.

Ghost being queer is NOT canon.

And, most definitely, Ghost being a woman abuser who would harm/abuse/murder a woman (either physically, emotionally, psychologically) is NOT canon.

What IS canon is his and Soap's strong bond. In my eyes, that is a brotherly bond, reminding me of a big brother/little brother relationship; in my fanfiction, Soap is Ghost's children's uncle. In fact, his son (second-born child) is named after him.

You are, of course, free to view them as romantic; what you are not free to do is attack OC creators/non-shippers for not perceiving them like that.

That is just fucking weird and delusional behavior. Knock it off. You're giving your fellow normal shippers a bad name.

ALSO! Let’s clear things up!

1. I’m not straight — I’m bisexual and demisexual.

2. I’m only half white (Spanish, with Mexican heritage). I’m QUITE LITERALLY an enrolled Native, so I guess the best way to describe me is “biracial.”

3. It’s y’all ruining the canon gay representation by shipping Laswell—a GAY woman—with Price, despite the fact that she canonically has a wife.

4. My OC does not have a “dumb fucking name.” Her name is an Indigenous name with a specific backstory to it; it’ll be explored further in future fanfics once I find the motivation to return to writing.

Anyways, I highly doubt this will be the last post I create regarding this problem; apparently, a nice chunk of the fandom has this intense animosity towards fem!OCs, fem!Y/Ns, and BIPOC!OC creators. Alright. With that being said, I invite anyone who has similar experiences to share yours, either in the reblogs or in separate posts.

As sometimes we say during pow wows:

“The floor is all yours.”

Thank you!

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warm embrace

bucky barnes x f!reader

prompt: warmth

theme: fluff

(tags beneath the cut)

“Can I just say – and I do so with absolutely no offense intended – but I hate winter.”

Bucky fixed you with a well-practiced exasperated glare, and you smiled back at him despite your discomfort. You wrapped the blanket you’d pulled off the bed tighter around yourself, the fabric so close to the electric heater behind that it risked bursting into flame. “You’re hilarious.”

“I’m cold,” you replied petulantly, frowning down at him. He was sitting on the safe house’s couch, apparently far less affected by the cold than you were.

“I actually figured that out by myself,” he replied, dry amusement colouring his tone. Your frown deepened, and he rolled his eyes, holding a hand out to you and patting his thigh with the other one. “C’mere.”

You were almost reluctant to leave the heater, but still, you moved to take his hand, the blanket still wrapped around you. You took his hand and he pulled you onto his lap. You straddled his thighs, opening your blanket cocoon long enough to wrap it around him as well.

He chuckled as you settled against his chest, releasing your hand to instead wrap his arms around your waist. He smoothed his hands over your back, tucking his chin over the top of your head. “Better?”

“Shh. I’m defrosting.”

“You’re so weird.”

You smiled against his chest, slipping your hands up under his shirt. You giggled as his stomach muscles jerked away from your touch. “Ah, so you’re not so impervious.”

Bucky smirked, tilting your face up to his. “To you? Never.”

He kissed you, his lips soft and so wonderfully warm against yours. Your fingers curled in his shirt, tugging him closer. When you finally broke away, you raised a brow at him in amusement. “That was maybe the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

“I’m clearly spending too much time with you.”

“Oh, please.” you replied. “That was all you, Sargent Barnes.”

Bucky smiled softly, his hands still rubbing over your spine. You could feel your shivering slow, and you sighed as you relaxed into him further. “Don’t tell Steve.”

You chuckled and pressed a kiss to the base of his throat. “Your secret’s safe with me, Sargent.”

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And the third “Apotheosis” cover for @renrenardine ! This is a much darker one which I love doing! Orise is JJK OC from this fanfic - I highly recommend reading it! (✿◡‿◡) Other: Commission info “Apotheosis” part one “Apotheosis” part two PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY or OWNER PERMISSION

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ele-sme · 10 months

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She messed up the timeline!

sum: Au where Spider doesn't become friends with the sully kids, however, he becomes friends with another kid’s family, who treats him right.

Eywa did not like the future.

Being omnipotent meant that she could see and hear everything, and that meant the future too, she could see the future, she created the future, but it was the destiny to guide it. She could create it, not design it, she could only see the destiny do their work.

But she indeed doesn't like the future ahead of the child she was watching. He was a baby, a newborn, still in his mother’s arms crying because he just came into the world his mother offered him.

His cheeks were white (thanks to the fluids, although there was a bit of blood, and anyway they were beginning to be red) and he had his eyes closed, when he would have open them, they will be blue or grey, kinda like Eywa’s other children in the est cost.

His skin was still covered in the birth blood and fluids, and he was curled to his mother firmly, an assistant tried to remove him, for the washing routine, but as soon as her hands were on this baby, he cried even more lauder. The must-be father of this child, rolled his eyes and made a sharky comment, and then got out of the birthing room.

As the mother of the child handed over her baby to the assistant, tears were scrolling down her face. Humans were different from na’vis, they could do the act of mating with every person they wanted, and although they united their souls for all eternity in a promise, many times they break it. That is why Eywa dropped humanity, leaving themselves to solve their own problems, as revenge they now came to her new children’s world.

The baby stopped his crying, and he now was returned to his mother, who gave him a horrible name, Eywa did not like the sound of it, the baby curling on his birthing mother reminded the great Mother of an earth insect, araneon.

Poor child, both his parents would have died in the following months, and his future was full of horrible moments, all thanks to another set of kids that weren't even born yet, and a child who could not bring herself to watch behind the baby human skin.

But what could Eywa ever do? it was his destiny...

But...she is the great mother, she is Eywa! She can change his destiny!

The years flow, as always, he was now three years old, the humans give him the nickname Araneo but in English, he is such a beautiful baby, he gots blonde and curly hairs, brown eyes, and a contagious laughter. He could now run, and dance, and talk, and do so many things!

His adoptive parents weren't the ones that were destined to be, Eywa might or might have not killed the both of them during the great war.

it wasn't that much of a problem anyway, as the humans would have said, those two were “scum bags” or something like that.

Anyway, the couple who adopted him, was two very much nice womans, united to each other, they could not have a biological heir, and that was on Eywa, when she created humans, she didn't do them intersex like na’vis. At the time she didn't though it was the great idea it really was.

Oh well, anyway, the day that he was destined to meet Kiri, who would have then led him to her brothers, came.

Eywa had to get in the body of Abeni, one of the mothers of Spider.

it wasn’t complicated to spot him, he was playing ‘jumping’ in the hallway, not too far from the door.

As she picked him up, the door of the lab opened, Kiri was in Jake’s arms as he was coudicing her to Grace’s avatar body.

Luckily, Jake didn't know Abeni, so he simply ignored her. Altrought Kiri did everything in her power to see her, she was Kiri, she knew who she was under Abeni’s body.

Eywa needed to be careful with Spider, only a glimpse of Kiri’s tail could sabotage her plan.

“Manga Spider, kem si nga new-” she tried to say whispering, the fact that she could only speak na’vi wasn't a problem, all of her children could understand her, plus Spider knew a little of na’vi.

hey Spider, do you want-

“Yes, i want!” he said, even before she could finish her words, it was nap time so he would have accepted everything she would have said.

he was anyway trying to look behind Abeni’s shoulders, to look at Kiri, the destiny was doing this act, but Eywa was smarter, she could easily point him to the other way, there was no way he could turn his head all that way.

“who entered?” he asked with his tiny voice, but the mother was quick enough to enter, Abeni and jiā huì room.

The walls of the room were of a beige color, the only color on them were from Spider little drawings and scribbles.

The main bed was at the center of the room, a big comfortable bed designed for two adult humans. The covers were of a light yellow and the pillows were as white as clouds.

Next to it, at the first wall there was Spider crib, built with wood of the burden hometree of the Omatikaya clan. The covers were light yellow too and there was a pillow that was orange. All in the box, toys.

And a big yellow bear? With a red shirt. As soon as Spider saw it, he became fussy, wanting to be put into the crib.

Eywa placed him delicately on his tiny bed, and he immediately went to grab the toy, showing it to the mother.

"Winnie bo!" He said, handing it over to her, at the touch it was comfortable and his yellow fake fur was funny to look at, this was a funny bear.

Spider then pointed to the magic box that made imagines move, the name television.

"Winnie bo!" he repeats

You can't disobey a child’s request, so she had to search for a way to open the television.

For her sake, jiā huì entered the room.

"Everything okay?" She asked, looking at her wife body with worry.

And Eywa obligated the body to nod, she knew that possesing it for this long would have taken great energy. And she could feel the legs ready to give out, she only sitted in the bed and pointed at Spider.

jiā huì looked at her son, and a loving smile came on her face.

The love of a mother was something else, a too much dangerous power.

Only a glimpse of her son and jiā huì began to smile, and he wasn't even biologically hers.

It was too complicated to describe, and the body was too tired.

Eywa let the body lay down on the bed, meanwhile before letting it fall asleep, she watched attentively as jiā huì put the silly bear, and as the body’s eyes closed, she could hear Spider giggles when the silly bear appeared on the magic box.

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luniellar · 3 months

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Breathe Me (Garrick Tavis X OC/Reader) - Chapter 2 - The Empyrean Series Fanfiction

When Xaden Riorson and Garrick Tavis arrive at Samara, they are forced to prove themselves all over again. When Xaden heads off to see Violet at Basgiath since their dragons are mated, Garrick finds himself alone in this unfamiliar area trying to get his name established navigating fights and ambushes. He owed his life to the man.

One particular night when Xaden leaves for Basgiath, Garrick finds himself with a new company. One who starts turning his world upside down and giving him something, that isn't just the Xaden and rebellion, to fight for. ______________________________________

All rights to Rebecca Yarros for her original work and original characters. My scenes and characters are my own. ______________________________________

Contains: Iron Flame Spoilers Warnings: Language

Chapters: 1 | 2

Read on AO3 | Wattpad

Author Note: As I'm writing this (February 2024), Garrick's signet is not revealed in Iron Flame. For this story, I followed my theory about Garrick's signet which is Near Sight (opposite of Liam's Far Sight). Near sight can easily recognize emotion changes, whatever emotion someone displays Garrick will pick up. This also relates to his dragon (Chradh) who is able to locate certain objects and is sensitive to runes. Garrick uses this to quickly learn who is trustworthy and gain information about people's true intentions making him a strong asset and an exceptional fighter.

Chapter 2: The Feelings

< Garrick Tavis >

The sun from the morning was nowhere to be found and the clouds were looking seriously ominous today. Temperamental like this guy, I glanced over at Xaden and his expressionless face from the hard floor of the outdoor sparring field. Something was definitely on his mind. My first guess would be Violet related.

I welcomed the breeze against my shirtless, overheating body as my mind wandered off to what Lei was up to. Her smile from the morning flashed across my mind and I exhaled. Maybe it was her hair? I knew that most female riders kept their hair short, braided, or tied up to keep it from getting caught, but Lei’s ponytail was long enough and always swaying from side to side, like it was tempting me to grab. Oh gods, I shouldn’t have thought that.

From the side, Xaden threw a clean towel that landed directly on my face, dragging me out of my thoughts. Right, this was supposed to be a quick break before another set. “Thanks,” I muttered as I grabbed it and wiped the dripping sweat across my face.

“Riorson!” A familiar voice called out, full of disgust with each syllable. Tightening my core, I peeled my upper body off the mat and saw that bitch from last night. Fuck, what was his name again?

Lei’s sharp, venomous tone saying his name last night replayed in my mind. “Move along, Pratt.”

Oh yeah, Pratt.

I looked up to see Xaden turned towards him with a blank face across the field. He didn’t answer, he just stared. Then a second later, Xaden looked over at me and was that worry that just flashed across his face? Pressing his lips together, he looked towards Pratt’s direction again.

Did Xaden know Pratt? Maybe he was an old friend? I could see the gears turning in his head staring at the blonde boy.

“Where the fuck were you last night?” Pratt shouted.

I scoffed and shouted back at him. He didn’t even have the courage to walk closer to us. “Damn, Pratt. I don’t think you wanted an audience to witness your ass getting whooped.”

“I would keep your thoughts to yourself if I were you,” Pratt said my name in the same disgust he did with Xaden’s. “Your days at Samara are getting shorter with each word.” What the fuck was his deal?

Before I could quip back, Pratt looked directly at me. “Oh and leave Lei alone. She isn’t into dirty traitors like you two.” Pratt walked off with his “friends” trailing behind him. Two of the guys behind him moved with uncomfort and I could immediately identify they were the same boys from last night.

“Watch your back, Garrick. He plays dirty.” Xaden replied. From the tone of his voice I knew that it wasn’t a guess, it was a statement.

“Good, I like it dirty anyways.” I muttered back, my body making a dense thud against the hard floor surface as I dropped in exhaustion.

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Xaden and I managed to keep the score even until the very end. Maybe it was the years of training we did together and how we knew each other better than we knew ourselves? Every move I threw at the guy, he managed to block. Thanks to my signet I was able to see the way his eyes moved before a punch or a jab and countered each step. But, he was still able to get a good punch on my jaw right when my mind was starting to wander off.

Chradh loved reminding me how I should be paying attention whenever Xaden broke through my concentration like that.

“Lei! Can you help?” A voice called out on our way to the showers and my head immediately turned. I scanned the fields until I saw Lei running over to another rider with short blonde hair reaching down to pick up buckets off the floor. I made eye contact with the blonde rider’s green eyes. Her eyes widened and immediately tilted her head up at Lei, her eyes moving in my direction. She clearly knew me, but I didn’t know her. Shortly after Lei turned in my direction.

Her shiny, dark as night ponytail tossed above her shoulders. The shorter strands of hair fell into place, framing around her round rosy cheeks. I couldn’t turn my eyes away from her as I stood there watching. The short haired rider said something to Lei and after a quick nod, Lei jogged over.

“Hey! Do you have an outpost shift tonight?” She asked when she reached me. Her scent filled the space between us. I held my breath knowing that I could just drink her up.

I nodded. “It’s mine this time around.”

“Great,” she gave me a gentle smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but glanced behind her looking back at the green eyed rider who was struggling to carry two buckets in each hand. “Oh gosh, Iris! Wait!” Lei turned to me. “I’ll catch you later, okay?”

Before I could reply, she turned and jogged back. I felt a hand hit my bare back.

“Do me a favor and remember to breathe,” Xaden sighed, walking ahead of me.

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Fuck, this outpost was so small. The moment I showed up for the shift, Lei was already in here marinating every corner of this space with her delicious scent. Thank gods there was a breeze blowing tonight circulating the air around us. Her warm vanilla scent stirred around me. I’ll need to ask Xaden about an olfactory dampening rune next week.

That’s going to be a fun conversation. Chradh said amusingly.

The conversation started with us catching up on what we did during the day. I learned that Iris, the short haired blonde who I briefly saw earlier today, was her closest friend here. I told her about Xaden and the bond we shared for many years. You would have to be blind to not see our rebellion relics. So I told her what I could without bringing up Aretia or the impeding doom Xaden carried on his shoulders. Lei carefully watched my expressions, smiling and encouraging when appropriate, She always made she didn’t step outside her boundaries.

I asked about her signet and she told me that it was a form of distance wielding. She wasn’t sure if she could do long distance wielding because her power burns out when channeled for a long time. It surged quickly in powerful consecutive bursts. When mentors said she drew the short end of the stick, she learned to hone the power to her advantage. She could shorten distances so fast that it gives off the illusion that she was teleporting in short distance increments. They must have had their head stuck up in their ass not to see how lethal she could be.

For the most part, it sounded like she trained on her own. Last year was when she learned that she could travel more than just her surrounding areas only if she could paint in her mind where exactly she needed to go. I made a mental note to ask her if she wants to join us on a sparring session one day. She had so much potential in that small body of hers and I wanted to see more.

Near the end of our shift, I built up courage to ask her. “Um,” I started. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“What’s on your mind, Garrick?” She smiled, tilting her head to the side.

“How does someone like you end up knowing a guy like Pratt anyways?” I asked cautiously. I watched her gentle smile drain from her face, like a sad memory was dragging her back down. Her blue irises trembled with hesitation as she held my gaze.

“We were engaged,” she started, looking ahead at the mountains. “We met as a part of a political alliance. I don’t come from wealth or power, Garrick. I come from a small, insignificant island in the Emerald Sea.” She lowered her head.

Like Xaden and Cat. Power was never something I craved. Sure, I saw the allure of it. But when you watched public executions of hundreds, including your family, for challenging power, you learn survival is more important. You do everything you can do to survive. You survive to remember each name, each story, and each face as a big fuck you. Maybe I was like Lei, I just didn’t like bullies.

One of the many reasons I chose you, Big One. Chradh echoed with pride in my mind.

Lei let out a soft exhale. “When I was 10, my father realized that the island resources were finite and started inviting aristocrats from the Continent to create trade routes. Pratt’s family was the first to visit. Within days of them leaving, his family made us an offer for an arranged betrothal under the condition that I survive the Threshing when I turned 20.”

“Threshing?” My voice rose in anger and my hands curled into fists. “Lei, you could have died! Did your family know how dangerous that was?! Pratt gave you a fucking death sentence!” I broke my composure. Why was I so angry?

She laughed a short, gentle laughter turning back to me. “Honestly, no. No one knew about the Threshing where I was from. Riders and dragons were stories that I only heard from elders in the island when I was growing up. Myths and legends with heroes, not a girl from an island somewhere.” She paused, muscles around her eyes tenses and her eyes were focused like she was calling for Cosheirm in her mind.

I watched as she found her peace again. Cosherirm, the word for harmony. Lei found her harmony through Cosheirm. Her pale skin against the stark contrast of her dark as night hair. She was beautiful.

“But Garrick, if I was given the decision again knowing what I know, I will always take the path to Cosheirm. Even if I wasn’t guaranteed that Cosheirm would choose me again.” Her determination was so strong that I could see an aura of confidence cloaked her body like a glowing shield. She was glowing.

“Lei,” I started and she got up from her wooden seat.

There were sounds of footsteps coming from the outside. “It looks like the next patrols will be coming soon. Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

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"You have to admit. If this walking to my bedroom becomes a regular occurrence, people are going to start talking." I said as we headed toward my barrack for a second night in a row.

"You need to check that masculinity, Garrick. I can help if you need more practice getting down on your knees again," she shrugged.

Oh, we were on a joking basis now.

"Hey, I'm not complaining. I've done it plenty of times, the whole escorting and getting on the knee thing... for other reasons," I glanced down to be greeted by her rosy cheeks. "I was just saying that I could get used to this."

It was Lei's looked flustered as she cleared her throat. "Anyone who sees us is going to think you're taking me to your room. We can stick to that story if you're worried about what people say. Deal?"

"Oh, I give zero shits about what anyone thinks about me, Lei. I just didn't know that was what you wanted others to think about us," I teased.

An audible groan came from Lei. "Garrick, you're impossible."

✦ ✦ ✦

Wake, Big One.

I rolled over in my bed, my eyes still closed. What’s wrong, Chradh?

I sense something unfamiliar in the south clearing of outside of Samara. In the pit of stomach, I felt it too. I’ve felt this before.

Before Chradh could finish, my body was already up. I quickly got dressed and strapped on my rider leather. I walked over to the doorway and grabbed the two swords propped against my desk. In the same motion I’ve been doing for years, I crossed them on my back.

Wyverns. And I sense a venin, Big One.

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Horror | 1.0 `yautja`

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Vague imagery of honey dipped college memories suddenly tainted with screaming and the indescribable sensation of hearing literal bodies being torn into pieces. The cracking of ribs so each bone snapped from the sheer pressure, flesh squished together as blood vessels burst and spewed out geysers of blood mixed in with their bodily fluids. The stomach lining, organs, soft fleshy innards not covered by bone was consumed like hard liquor on Saturday club night.

Being hit by a car or shanked for belongings in parking lot would've been considered a calculated mercy or bittersweet memory compared to the last moments of the town's population in the past forty-eight hours.

The faint scent of gasoline tingled her nostrils, sending a very faint high to her brain like the chemicals in the pools does. Resisting the urge to cough to flex the muscles of her body in the cramped space of the trunk, the female waited several moments in silence for the slightest shifting of movement or prowling seekers looking to harvest on the strength inept species. Feeling around for the latch on the backseat, bright midday sun poured in through the opening, she inched it forward as she paused every second or so.

'Goddamn it's bright.'

She noticed the torn edges of her emerald painted nails once she fully leaned the seat forward, stringy grime matted locks absorbed the rising heat in the car. Glints of other vehicles windshields momentarily made blackish spots float in her vision, she opened a water bottle once she slid herself out of the car's trunk. The milk spoiled, eggs overheated and bread crusty.

'Good morning America, today's going to be sunny clear skies, maybe chance of rain showers, highs in the whatever seventies and lows- oh shitzerdoodle.'

Leaning on her side to stay within the cover of the car's seat position, she peeked around the edges of the leathery seat, seeing a black mass creep by the front of the vehicle. Ducking down though avoiding on moving her weight around too much, the female stayed in that awkwardly tense angle until she heard it bash through a boutique's doorway a street down.

Sorting through the groceries, she salvaged whatever wasn't affected by the mid summer day heat. Collecting granola bars, a flashlight, screwdriver and some bullets, she found scattered underneath the driver's seat, into a fanny pack. Pressing the button for the window, it slowly slid down. Immediately the intense heatwaves of summer hit her skin, soaking into her body as her clothes suddenly felt too thick to wear at the moment once she eased herself out. 'In this heat I bet ice cream and water would boil. Why couldn't it be a hazy day of clouds.'

Crouching down a little she steered clear from fragmented and little clusters of splintered glass, her footsteps being silent as she could manage. Keeping herself fully aware to pause every few minutes to take a thorough survey of the area, ensuing she didn't have any creatures tailing secretly. Her eyes and top of her head peeking just over the edges of windows, hoods and tailgates of vehicles left stationary in the main street. The crevices of her body's figure little by little condensed with sweat.

Padding herself down a little, she silently lamented as she felt the grains of sand, smears of oil further clogged her pores. All that hard work going down the drain the longer she stayed in the heat and in these ripped and frayed clothes. Without notice her heartbeat sped up, an automatic nearly cemented reaction to the soft skittering of talons, menacing hisses and breathy snarls passing through frosted razor sharp teeth. She crouched down, doing a quick three sixty view of side to side, top to bottom. Seeing all the possibilities where her position made her vulnerable and potential to life ending choices. The vehicles were spaced enough for running and could be jumped across by anything. Though not many of the vehicles had high suspensions to crawl under. And several of the vehicles blocked her in, preventing her from crawling over the hoods from how big or sloped the hood is. Calculating the estimated seconds it would take to jump up, crawl onto the vehicle, run then do the same thing. Another raspy hiss, like sizzling acid in a softer tone. She flinched, her body contracting to still every nerve then slowly releasing to edge forward in a slight crouch.

They were moving by her, a mere vehicle apart.

A few feet away from her fate of being harvested and once again encapsuled in goop to be the fertilizer of an alien colony. She thickly swallowed, forcing back images depicting her chest being tore open from the inside, the sickening sensation of crunched bones. One step, the next and then her body responded in kind. Her fingers kept thumbed over the smooth fabric of her fanny pack, a small assurance against an illusion of control.

'My nails are so damaged and cracked. I should take them off.... though those charms are pretty.'

Her hands turned a bit red from touching hot asphalt. The shattering of a window made her heart burst into a flurry of emotion though she made herself keep stationary. Slowing peeking back over a window, she noticed they had rummaged through a van. More glass sprinkled to the ground. A bony black mass that showed every ridge of it's unnatural existence skittered then body slammed into a vehicle as they fought over scraps of a child.

'Damnit, that's so disgusting- don't, don't think about it. Keep moving.'

Hurrying in the most silent way possible, she crawled underneath a truck and stayed there for a moment to reassess the situation. Her heartbeat had calmed to a considerable pace without her having to manually breath slower. What she didn't calculate is the sudden crashing sound on the truck's roof, making it cave in as the vehicle itself sunk down a little from the weight. Seeing it's shadow on the asphalt, she realized it's the other creature.

He's crouched, his head swiveling around for a quick moment as it let out a roar. A shinking noise of a blade. Those spindly creatures screeched and lunged for him or a very few ran away.

Curled up beneath the vehicle, she felt it's weight shift and sway as the muscular thing fought. A couple vehicles exploded. Heat razed the ground, acidic blood dripped and splattered onto metal and paved rock. Melting it cleanly beyond repair.

'I can't stay here.'

The truck's undercarriage smacked against her head only solidified that thought. She let out a yelp then instantly felt her heart speed up, the accompanying blush and her mind working nanoseconds ahead. She turned her head and saw one of the black creatures hissing loudly at her while the two species created carnage just on her other side. It tried to reach it's talons inside, she fumbled for her screwdriver in the fanny pack.

Yanking it out, she hit the asphalt several times but got her few strikes in against the black alien, making it rethink it's strategy. Knowing it'll likely try to crawl in, she kept wildly swinging her screwdriver around while she felt around in the fanny pack for the few bullets.

The humanoid creature in weird armor slammed a black alien into a car.

She flinched as more acidic blood dripped down from it's broken skeleton. Finally pulling out a handful of bullets, she tossed the shells across the street and right by the burning vehicles destroyed by a plasma cannon blasts.

A roar and an answering screech, more limbs being cut and slashed into individual pieces.

Letting out a sharp exhale, she swung and frantically swiped at the black creature now joined by two more. One of their talons cut into her lower calf, nearly dragging her out before the tossed bullets ignited. They went off and ricocheted, startling the black creatures a few feet and making the beige colored creature snap it's attention to find the source.

Without hesitation she made a break for it, keeping ducked down as she rolled out on the other side of the truck, scrambling to her feet and sprinting hard. She vaulted, slid over the hoods of vehicles to the other side of the street. Noticing some other black creatures crash out of boutiques and whatever woodwork they came from, chased after her.

She wasn't from here though she did know which streets and areas had been the tourist hotspots. Bigger buildings, more hiding spots. Running barefoot on the hot streets of the town, she didn't look back and she didn't stop or veer off to hide. Pumping herself faster than ever, the female saw the distant shining chain link fence of the fair grounds. Darting to her right, she went down a sandy hill of pointed stones, passing by a few tall cactus before coming right up to the fence.

Jumping it, she crawled up and felt the links snag on her jeans to sharply pinprick her skin. Throwing herself over it to land in a puff of dust, she heard them crash into the fence and scramble up it as she continued to run.

She passed through the carnival, her feet sinking a little into the fine sand and feeling the gravel drag on the soles of her heel. Her sights settled on a merry go round, heading over to the controls, she bashed her hands against everything until the ride turned on and the music blasted out of the speakers. Every noise being amplified in her mind.

Their screeches raked her eardrums and made her body turn cold despite the very dry summer heat.

Running in the opposite direction, she went into a house of mirrors. Her figure reflected on the narrow figure warping surfaces. Taking a breath of air, she slowed her footsteps and moved deeper into the entertainment house. Her cheeks red and bright from exertion and anxiety, her heart thundering in her ribcage, she closely listened for any sounds of the black creatures as her breathing seemed to drown out everything else, even her thoughts.

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A shift of movement as the female rubbed her upper arms, one of her hands keeping a hold on the flashlight she had. She stared at her reflections, the afterthought of an idling mind being how she needed a shower and change of clothes. As she still kept finding small pieces of that secreted goop on her person she'd been cocooned in only hours ago.

Rubbing away the crusted blood on her wrist, the female let out a silent sigh. Slowing getting up, she paused every few moments with her head slightly tilted and her body making minimal movement to determine whether or not she's safe to breathe.

Measuring her footsteps she walked to the exit that's aesthetically covered by a curtain, listening for another moment she heard nothing. Though her heart pounded a bit harder. Holding onto her flashlight, she noticed no sun shined at the bottom of the curtains or made the fabric seem thinner from it's light.

It must've been hours but at this point, hiding and waiting out for hours seemed to become her only source of exercise and constant state of what her life has come to. Peeking out, she drew the curtain to the side with the end of her flashlight's handle. The orange bulbed lights of the solar controlled lights were on, the sky completely black and the desert terrain standing still just like her.

As if the world now knew the events of what happened in the last five days changed the course of mankind's present and future forever.

The female gently tested her weight on the wooden steps before descending down the short staircase. On a last second thought, she took the curtains with her. Wrapping it around her figure like a jacket and dress, she quietly walked through the fair grounds.

Popcorn bags, cotton candy cones and some push toys laid on the dirt. Some lights of rides flickered like a dying candle running on the last threads of it's wick. Her flashlight in one hand and currently unlit, she went to a small gift shop. There was no phone or landline and no internet for the working iPhone she found dropped on the floor. Picking out a shirt one size smaller than normal, couple water bottles and some paper towels despite no one being around, she still went behind the cashier counter to change.

Uncapping the lids of the water bottles, she dunked the paper towels in the water, wiping it over her skin as she took most of the dirt off. Scrubbing and washing away the grime, blood, sweat and essentially the memories that came with the reason there's blood in the first place.

Sliding on the new shirt, hoodie, wrapping the curtains around her shoulders like a strap for future purposes. She found a water basin for apple bobbing, she dunked and shook her hair free what she could. A relief of one problem being dealt with settled her thoughts. Still no shoes to wear.

That night she opened one granola bar for dinner and slept in the cubbyhole of where they kept the extra plushies and boxes of other prizes.

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There was no hurry to leave or go anywhere though one designation remained present in her mind the next day when she woke in the afternoon. Her family- well her grandparents had a place up in Alaska. If her memory served her right, which both fortunately and unfortunately did, there'd be enough canned food and natural resources for her to survive there without any worry. They hadn't sold the property but kept it as the ideal family vacation house in the winter.

With that her mind she gathered up four water bottles, dozens of granola bars, candy and some pop tarts from the fair grounds remaining food supply. Finding another flashlight, some batteries and a phone charger in the abandoned vehicles nearby. Apparently no one had kept extra shoes in their once day to day work life. Sliding on her backpack and keeping her fanny pack, she walked the cactus and brush ridden terrain.

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(R) Blurb: Yandere Klaus Mikaelson- Don’t Leave.

* Yandere (excessive obsession, and possessiveness. But crazy in love)

You’d been together for ages now, and Klaus had grown more and more in love with you over the years.

Something shifted and it’s not like you didn’t know it would happened but when it did it felt insane.

You and Klaus had gone out for drink. Coming back to mystic falls and brought drama like always.

The bar tender was new, someone working under Matt, and it seemed like they had no clue about boundaries. “What do you need doll?” He asks his voice laying it on thick Klaus thought as he watched the two of you interact from his seat in the booth.

“I just need two whiskeys, please.” You were so and to innocent to the man’s flirtatious behavior. “Oh a girl after my own heart, two whiskeys coming up.” He said briefly leaving Y/n at the bar by herself.

Klaus kept a good eye on you not bothering with anything, or anybody else. When the bar tender came back he had two glasses, handing them to Y/n he purposely touched your hand and Klaus was there in a matter of seconds.

Brows arched and a face that even scared you a little. “Keep your hands to your damn self.” He said to the young man, sweat and fear tore across the man’s features.

You looked at your loving boyfriend. “Let’s go babe.” You said sweetly. He let you guide him back to his booth. His eyes trained on the man behind the counter.

“You know I love you right?” You questioned Klaus, his eyes moved so quickly back to you l. “Of course I know that love, I just don’t..” his words falling from his lips. When you put your head on his shoulder, your floral perfume calmed him immediately.

“It’s okay Klaus, I know you’re just protecting what’s yours. I see it all the time with your family.” Y/n whispered but Klaus had heard it clear as day. He smiled slightly and kissed the top of his girlfriends head.

“Yeah I love you baby.” Klaus said while grabbing one of the glasses of whiskey on the table. Taking a short sip. Contentment was such a great feeling.

Completed on: 12/03/22

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 1

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself? I hate it.”

I sat preparing for my latest virtual meeting to discuss the final report that I had sent to the company I was currently working with. I work as a Technical and Organizational Consultant for one of the largest consulting firms in LA. While I loved what I did, I hated the people part of my job. People could be combative or downright insulting when they didn’t like what I had to say about their company or their role. For someone with high functioning anxiety, these meetings could be literal torture. After reading through my report for the third time that morning, I sat back in my chair staring at the wall, unblinking. My right hand was sitting just below my collarbone with fingers lightly tapping on the curve of my shoulder. It was one of my many nervous habits. Outwardly it just appeared that I was deep in thought. On the inside, I was working myself up to a mild internal panic attack that never had any obvious signs to the casual observer. I could feel my chest tightening and my heart was starting to pick up pace. I took a deep breath and tried to relax a little.

My phone buzzed on the table. It was a text message from my best friend, Lauren.

LAUREN: I swear the nerve of some people. I had a lady criticizing everything I said during my stained-glass workshop this morning. Like, why are you even here if you know how to do it already?!?! Respectfully ma’am, please go back to your bridge. What a ducking troll. Anyway, long story short, I’m done early. I’ll be there soon with coffee.

LAUREN: Damn you autocorrect. Let me be angry!

I laughed to myself. She was such a nut.

ME: Lol! Can’t wait to hear all the gory details of how that worked out for her. Come on in. I’m about to jump on this virtual meeting so I can get yelled at.

LAUREN: Engage bitch mode. You’ll be fine and they will regret their existence.

ME: Don’t worry, you know my face is in perpetual bitch mode anyway and I can’t seem to fix it. At least I have that going for me.

LAUREN: I am happy you are finally embracing it.

I set my phone back down and joined the meeting. I could always tell who was going to be the problem as soon as we got started. This time it would be one of the division heads, Mr. Smith. He wasn’t fully engaged with the small talk and pleasantries while we waited for everyone to join. He looked agitated and fidgety. I had a feeling he would be a problem when I was on-site for the visit. He didn’t like all the questions and was reluctant to provide details on his processes. Once everyone joined, we immediately dove into the report and discussions about ways to improve the company.

Lauren walked in just as we were getting to the part I was dreading. She set my coffee to the side of my laptop and sat opposite me at the table, scrolling through her phone. Intently listening to the drama unfold.

Mr. Smith interrupted me as I began going over my findings for his area.

“Sorry, to interrupt…,” I could feel the tension form in my jaw. I could only imagine what my face looked like. He continued, “I don’t really think this is necessary. I’ve got everything figured out with logistics and it seems to be working pretty well. I don’t understand how making all these changes and getting some fancy software is going to do anything but cause more issues. If we are trying to save money, how is spending more money going to solve whatever perceived problems you think we have? I am not even sure why we wasted the money for you to tell us things we could have figured out ourselves.”

I hear Lauren mutter, “oh he is about to find out” as she shakes her head from across the table.

I took a deep breath and slowly bobbed my head up and down. Everyone on the call was completely silent. The owner of the company, Will Stevens, looked completely mortified.

I smiled, “Mr. Smith, I don’t feel the need to explain why I’m qualified to do what I do and I’m not going to. What I will come back with are facts. This company currently has a 1.5 star rating for shipping times. When you have companies regularly shipping within 2 business days, don’t you think up to 2 weeks for your items to ship is a little excessive? That isn’t going to keep customers coming back. Furthermore, there are a high number of complaints indicating that part of your customer’s orders arrived incomplete, or no order arrived at all. There are also a high number of complaints relating to poor packaging and items arriving broken. Now, forgive me if I am wrong, but the logistics of these issues is your area, correct?”

Mr. Smith sat there wide eyed and gave a slight nod. Clearly my point was being made. I could see Lauren in my periphery pumping her fist in the air and trying so hard to keep her laughing quiet.

“Now, your current method of using spreadsheets in a share drive that everyone has access to is a little antiquated and doesn’t properly track orders. Not to mention the human error that goes into everyone accessing and editing that spreadsheet. That may have been doable when the company was small and just getting started, but not now. You have expanded too much. Add all that to manually requesting each shipping label online from the carrier resulting in incorrect address entry and you are failing before you even get started. If you use custom software that handles all this it will cut out a lot of the steps, increase shipping time and accuracy of orders, while also automating a lot of the steps. Therefore, increasing overall productivity and customer satisfaction and leading to more sales. This is only a small piece of the puzzle. All divisions need to be better streamlined in different ways, so they work better as a unit. Quite frankly, your division needs the most work in order for all the others to fall in line as they need to. Now, do you have any further questions you would like addressed Mr. Smith?”

Multiple staff members were clearly trying to stifle a laugh, including the business owner. Mr. Smith sat with his mouth agape for a brief moment before responding with, “No, I think that covers it.” Then he proceeded to turn off his camera and eventually left the meeting as we worked through some strategies and plans for moving forward. As soon as I logged off and closed my computer, I let out a shaky breath. I needed a drink after that one. In my mind, I immediately started running through everything I had said, second guessing myself. What if I was wrong about something? Should I have been so blunt in my response?

Lauren pulled me out of my thoughts. “And that my dear is why you are so badass. The nerve of that guy! I bet he won’t talk down to anyone like that ever again. Maybe he can hook up with the troll lady from this morning. I think they were made for each other!” She said and laughed at her own joke.

I stared at her for a minute. “Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself? I hate it.”

“Because you make a shit ton of money and you’re good at it.” Lauren says with conviction.

I rub my face with both hands and look up at her through my fingers, “I don’t know what I want to do anymore. I just feel lost. I think I’m hitting my mid-life crisis. This is not where I saw myself at 38 years old.”

Lauren looked at me with concern, “you absolutely cannot be talking like that. You are my life advisor and supposed to have your shit together.” Her look quickly changed to amusement. She was trying to cheer me up.

“I’m sure once things settle down with the divorce and everything, you’ll figure it out. You’ve just had a lot of changes recently and need time to adjust.”

“The divorce is final. It’s done. As of Monday,” I said with a deadpan look.

“Oh. Well, that’s good! Right? Now you don’t have to have anything to do with that asshat anymore.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just don’t know myself anymore. He really fucked me up. I don’t know how to be on my own. I mean, we had been together since college. I basically molded myself and my life around that asshole. I just don’t know where to start.”

I got up and poured myself a very large glass of wine, which had become routine as of late. Lauren stared at me disapprovingly.

“It’s a little early in the day for that, don't you think? Maybe stick with the coffee.”

“Coffee doesn’t have the desired effect. Besides, I might need to lay off the caffeine. I can’t sleep as it is. I’m not even sure how I’m functional if I’m being honest. I think my anxiety may be getting worse too. I’m fairly certain I almost had an actual panic attack the other day because I couldn’t handle picking out clothes for work. Who fucking does that? I’m literally second guessing everything I do.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. This is all on him. I just wished you had been open with me about the way he was treating you sooner. Maybe I could have talked some sense into you years ago. I feel like I’ve been such a shitty friend because I didn’t even realize what was actually happening. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Lauren, stop that. You didn’t know because I didn’t want you to. I was really good at hiding it. That part is on me.”

Lauren had been my saving grace the last six months. We had been best friends since high school, and she was literally the only one I had left. I lost touch with most of them when I married Justin, which was by design as I realized many years later. Everyone else that came into my life after that was his friend first. They got me by default and dropped me as soon as I filed for divorce. I was starting over in all aspects of my life and it was terrifying and depressing. Luckily, I had Lauren to help me through everything and keep me sane.

My phone rang. It was my boss, Aubrey, calling. Most likely to see how the meeting went this morning. Aubrey and I had a long history and tended to be pretty blunt with each other. She was a little older than me, but not much. I had been her TA back when she used to teach college courses. We became close and I looked to her as a mentor in my early years. I was one of the first people she brought on board when she opened her own consulting firm.

I moved the phone to my ear as I answered.

“Hey, I was just about to…” she cut me off before I could finish the sentence, “so I heard your meeting went well.”

It was a statement. I couldn’t read much from her tone, but I didn’t think she was mad.

“Yeah, I mean, you know, the usual stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“I just got off the phone with Will. He says he has a job opening. He joked about hiring you full time.”

The phone was loud enough that Lauren could hear the conversation. She started to chuckle. I rolled my eyes at her and started pacing around the kitchen.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear he is down an employee. Did he say who?” I said with thick sarcasm.

“A Mr. Smith I believe. Apparently, he turned in his resignation as soon as your meeting was over. He refuses to learn new software. Will said it saved him the trouble of firing his ass, so that made his day.”

“Well, I’m happy to be of service then, I guess,” I said flatly. She laughed at my tone.

“Well, now that you’re wrapping up that account, I would like to talk to you about the next one. I know it’s kind of last minute and completely out of your service area, but I need my best one on this. It’s a big contract and without saying too much to cause some bias inclinations on your part, they possibly have some issues that I don’t trust anyone else to handle. I need someone who won’t be bullied into submission or be afraid to say what they are thinking to the CEO.”

“So, is the CEO on board with this? Or…? I’m not following.”

“Yes, the CEO is one hundred percent on board. He is actually an old college friend and trusts that I will send my best to handle it. He has suspicions about some things, which I have asked him to not discuss with you at all, by the way. I made it clear that you do not like knowing personal suspicions before your evaluation.”

“Ok. This sounds like it’s gonna be a blast. That’s sarcasm by the way in case you missed it.” I sighed heavily, “So, out of my service area…where is it exactly?”

“It’s in New York. I’ve had your flight scheduled for Sunday. First class, I might add. You will be there until the following Friday.”

“Waaaait a minute! New York?!?! That’s WAY out of my service area and you know I hate flying. That’s literally the farthest away from where I’m currently at. No way. I’m not doing it.”

“You took that well. Can’t wait for the updates. I’ll have the details sent over and I will talk to you next week.” Then she hung up.

I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at it in utter shock. “Fucking bitch. Did that really just happen?”

Lauren ran over to me with a concerned look on her face and turned me toward her, “What’s wrong?!?!”

“I guess I’m going to New York.”

“I thought you didn’t have to go anywhere you couldn’t drive to?”

“Apparently, it’s a special account. I knew it, I am going to lose my shit.”

“Well, maybe while you’re there, you can find a hottie to entertain you. I think getting laid would do you some good. Seriously, how long has it been?”

I gave her an annoyed look and sat back down at the table. “We are not talking about my sex life right now and that is out of the question. A man is the last thing I need right now.”

“I’m not saying you gotta keep him. It’s just for a night, or three.” She shrugged and smiled at me.

“You are so ridiculous. As your life advisor, I totally do not approve of that type of behavior. Is that the shit you're doing these days?”

Lauren feigned shock that I would even suggest such a thing.

“Absolutely not. I am not that type of girl. I am looking for a serious relationship. I just haven’t had any luck with that. The dating pool around here is sooo ridiculous. The last guy I thought might be decent, gave me a belt buckle as a gift on our last date. Initially I thought it was a neat and unique gift, but I think it was just his weird way of saying he wanted to get into my pants. So, I dropped him real quick.”

I gave her a blank stare for a few seconds, then doubled over in laughter. Tears started to pour out of my eyes, and I was gasping for air. Because of the serious way she said it and the look on her face, I absolutely lost it.

Lauren stood there with her hands on her hips giving me a sour look.

“He seriously gave you a belt buckle?!?!” I said through laughter. Once I calmed down a bit, I asked, “what the hell did it look like? I hope it was at least expensive.”

“I don’t know. It was gold, oval, and bulky. Very tacky. Not something I would ever actually use. I don’t even wear stuff like that.”

“Well, thanks for the laugh. I needed that,” I said as I chuckled.

She huffed then sat back down across from me with her elbows propped on the table.

“That’s enough about me. Back to you. Seriously, if you find a guy to waste some time with while you are there, go for it. Please don’t spend the whole week working. At least get out and explore the city or something.”

“I never have time for any of that when I am doing visits. I’ll have a lot of stuff to review. You know that. This seems like an important contract too. I need to focus. At least it will be a decent distraction and get me away from here for a bit. Maybe it will do me some good.”

“Well, when you get back, we are doing something fun. I don’t know what, but it’s happening. I will plan a girl’s day for us.”

“Greaaat. I can’t wait.” Lauren looked offended and I laughed. “Well, I guess our lazy Friday evening has been ruined. I need to pack and prep,” I said as I downed my glass of wine.

“I’ll help you pack. I’ve got to make sure you’re looking hot.”

I rolled my eyes at her as I got up and started walking to my bedroom. “Stop that shit. I’m going to work, not looking for a one-night stand.”

Lauren followed behind me as she laughed. “Hey, you never know what destiny might bring your way. Don’t knock it.”

She spent the next several hours helping me pack and picking out my clothes for the week. I am pretty sure she snuck some unnecessary items into the suitcase, but either way, I was thankful for her help. It was less decisions I had to make and then question later.

I spent Saturday prepping and reviewing the documents that had been sent in advance. They were pretty thorough, containing organizational charts, job descriptions, operations manuals, financial processing details…the list goes on. Pretty much anything I might need, they sent. At least they had it all on paper and I wouldn’t have to document as much during the on-site visit. That was a relief. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I wasn’t sure what the big deal was with this one.

On Sunday, I was a bundle of nerves. I hardly slept any and was dreading the five-hour flight from LA to New York. I was actually wishing I had talked to my doctor about some anti-anxiety medication. She had offered it in the past, but I declined because I hate taking any kind of medications unless I absolutely had to. I have been determined to deal with things without being medicated. I also tend to have weird reactions to meds. I really could have used it at that moment though because I absolutely hate flying. I had a large glass of wine before the Uber picked me up in hopes it would help me relax. I’m not sure it made much of an impact. I was a hot mess throughout the whole boarding process. A/N: Don't worry, Dieter makes an appearance in the next chapter.

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Lara Gets Saved By John Wick…

(Using my OC for this one…hope you don’t mind!)

(MOVIE FRANCHISE: “JOHN WICK”)

(Made in 3rd person!)

(Long!)

(John Wick x Female OC)

Rating: PG-13 for…Some gun violence, brief action, but really fluffy towards the end!

John Wick knew this had to be his last job, given the circumstances of wanting to retire. Every job he took ended up being more brutal than the last. But this certain job he took has to be the most brutal yet. Driving in his Mustang sports car, he’s on his way to London, where a mob gang is currently on the rise—trading off goods and weapons. Just as he arrived upon this manor-like hotel, his phone starts ringing beside him. He quickly reaches over to grab the phone and answers it. “I see you made it to London…”, It was the Don, the man who hired him for this job on the line. He had spoken those words into the phone, making John sigh slightly. “Yeah…what’s their intel?”, John had asked as he stepped out of his car. “Well, this British mob is just doing their usuals, taking what they want, taking what they need…but they’ve kidnapped someone in the mix…”, John stops in his walking into hearing what Don just said. “Who?”, “This woman…she’s a tourist…her name is Lara I believe…Lara Marleen…”, “Alright…I’ll be on my way…”, “Happy Hunting, Mr. Wick…”, John closes the call, tucking his phone into his suit pocket. Knowing where some mob scouts might be secretly hiding, he goes down this alleyway that’s nearby, taking a small shortcut. He comes upon this area in the alleyway, seeing there were these two parked white vans. One guy standing near the van took notice of John’s presence as his eyes widened in fear. “He’s here! He’s here you guys! Get the guns!”, He calls out, having the other men who were standing around quickly scatter about to the back of their vans to grab their weapons. One tries to fire upon John, but he was able to dodge and shoot him back, quickly pulling out his handy handgun, making him fall limp to the ground. Two guys ran up to John, trying to hit on him, but John evaded those punches, giving some punches of his own before kicking both of them in the legs and shooting them down. There was one more guy left, who tries to fire willingly towards John. He takes cover behind the white van as he tries to fire back. He looks over to see the guy running from his hiding spot. He aims his gun out at him, shooting him in the leg. The guy falls to the ground, shouting in pain. John quickly stands as he goes over to him, kneeling down as he forces him over and pulls him by the collar of his hoodie. “Where is she?”, “I don’t know who you’re talkin’ about man!”, John uses his gun to fire a bullet near his head, serving it as a threat to kill him as the guy flinches in reaction. “Alright! Okay! She’s at the estate building! Near the Central Bank!”, John only sighs to himself as he stands to his feet and shoots him, killing him instantly as he goes limp. John may have an idea on where that estate building is!

He goes over to one of the vans, hopping in as he takes the keys sitting in the cupholder and turns on the ignition. He makes his way to the estate building, seeing there were a good number of guards standing by the entrance. He eventually parks the van, hopping out as he goes towards the back to open it, finding a lot of weapons. He grabs the biggest gun there is, which was a rifle-like shot gun, slinging that onto his back as takes some usual handguns, shoving them into his waistband. Once he thought he had enough weapons, he strides his way to the entrance, grabbing those goons’ attention. All of them started firing at him, initiating a shootout. John takes cover behind this pillar, loading up his first handgun. He leans over, taking a few out before quickly running to a new hiding spot, dodging a few bullets along the way. He slings off his big rifle-like shotgun, loading in some bullets. He leans over, shooting and taking out the rest. Once there was silence, he tosses the rifle-like shotgun to the side before reloading his other handguns he had on him, making his way inside the building. Weirdly, there weren’t any goons guarding the lobby and nobody around! John rushes up a flight of stairs, kicking down this door as he aims out his handgun in front of him. One goon who was waiting on the side for him attempts to ambush him, swiping him with his pocketknife. But John was quick to dodge that as he kicks and punches him to the floor. He was then able to shoot him down, having him go limp. John continues exploring the floor he is on, having this gut feeling that Lara might be here. He came upon this hallway, hiding behind the corner of the wall as he looks over to see a door that was heavily guarded by two tough looking guys. John quickly thinks of a way on how to get rid of them. He pats on his pockets to feel two smoke bombs on him. Apparently, he forgot he packed those! He takes them, throwing them towards the guards as the bombs started spewing out smoke, with the guards coughing in reaction. John loads up his handgun as he turns and shoots both of them down. He kicks open the door they were guarding as he sweeps that room before coming upon another locked door. He fires his gun upon the locked doorknob, kicking it open. In the middle of the room sits a woman, tied up with ropes. John shoves his gun into his waistband as he goes over to untie her. He takes off the blindfold she’s wearing as the woman looks to see her savior. “You’re Lara, right?”, John asked, untying the ropes around her legs. “Um…yeah…”, John was able to untie all the ropes as Lara stands up, backing away slightly. “Y-you…you’re him! I’ve heard rumors about you…”, John nods, smirking faintly. “I get that a lot…”, Lara smirks back, taking a look at her surroundings. John takes one of his handguns, grasping it by the tip as he gestures it to Lara. “Do you know how to shoot?”, Lara looks to the gun, feeling a swell of anxiety. She was able to take it from him as she examined the gun in her hands. “I guess so…”, John only nods as he walks out of the room with Lara following after. Coming back upon the lobby area, John sees that it’s full of goons. He takes cover behind this big pillar with Lara taking cover as well beside him. “You ready?”, John had asked, seeing Lara only respond with a nod.

John then leans over and takes a few shots, instantly taking out a few of them. Lara leans over, taking aim at one, but before she could fire a shot, one goon fires back, making Lara hide back behind the pillar. “I can’t!”, John looks over, seeing Lara was getting more anxious than before. He leans over again, taking out a few. He quickly grabs Lara’s hand as they run to a new hiding spot. John takes his handgun to reload it as he takes Lara’s hand to squeeze if firmly. “I promise I’ll get you out of here…just stay close, okay?”, Lara swallows nervously as she nods, tightening her grip on the gun handle. John nods back as he lets go of her, leaning over to take out a few more, along with the goons firing back. Lara took a moment before leaning over, quickly taking out a few as well. “Good, you’re doing great…”, John says those words to Lara, making her smile slightly. After the lobby was cleared of those goons, John grabs onto Lara’s hand again as they both try to leave the building, only to hear a gunshot ring in the background. John flinches slightly at the sound, looking to himself to see he wasn’t hit. But he quickly turns to Lara, seeing her face morph into shock and discomfort. John only takes one look to where she was holding onto her side, seeing blood was slowly seeping through her fingers. “Damn it! She got hit!”, A thought rushes through his mind. Lara staggers to the floor, but John was there to catch her in time before she did. John lays her gently against the wall, out of harm’s way as he quickly stands, looking to see the shooter standing there at the top of the staircase lobby. He raises his gun to shoot again as John takes cover behind this pillar. “Don’t do this to yourself John! It’ll only make things worse!”, the gunman had spoken out. John reloads his gun again as he leans over and tries to fire towards him, but the gunman was quick to fire back, as John leaves from his hiding spot, running over to this counter for more coverage. He peers over, seeing the gunman was only hiding behind this pillar. Without the gunman looking, John quietly moves over to the pillar to the catch him by surprise. He tackles the gunman to the ground as he struggles to take the gun from him. The gunman tries to fire upon him as John was able to rip the gun from the gunman, flinging it across the lobby. They both still continue to struggle, as the gunman now topples onto John, attempting to choke on him. Lara was seeing this unfold as her eyes wander about, developing this sudden sense that she should intervene. She looks beside her to see her gun that John gave her as she reaches over to grab it. “Mister Wick!”, Lara calls out with John looking over briefly to see a gun sliding towards him. He was able to grab it as he used his weight to topple himself back onto the gunman, firing two bullets into his skull. John catches his breath before standing, walking over to Lara as he nods to her. “Thanks…”, Lara smiles to him, nodding back. “You’re welcome…”, John shoves the gun into his waistband as he helps Lara to her feet. “Let’s get you to a hospital…”, John was able to walk her outside and take an unoccupied car nearby, driving Lara to the hospital.

*TIMESKIP*

Lara walks out of the hospital, back to being in good condition as well as being patched up, with her side wrapped up in gauze. Being stuck in the hospital for two weeks took a small toll on her, but she felt relieved that she was able to leave with no complications. She looks around to see a familiar car waiting on the side of the walkway. There stands John Wick, leaning against his car, patiently waiting. Lara smiles at his presence as she walks over to him, having John look over to see her walking towards him. Once she stood in front of him, her smile turns shyly. “I wanna thank you…for saving me, Mister Wick…”, John only shakes his head. “You don’t have to thank me…I’m just doing what I need to do…”, Lara’s smile widens a little. “Still…I have to owe you something!”, “No need…”, Lara only nods as she quickly goes up to him, wrapping her arms around John’s neck, with his body stiffening up slightly. He was stiff for a few moments as he was able to relax. The thought of his wife and how she would had hugged him rushed through his mind as he was able to hug her back around her middle. The hug was brief as Lara releases herself from him, seeing John’s small faint smile. Lara steps back as she pretends to clear her throat, feeling embarrassment shoot up throughout her body. John gestures to his car behind him. “At least let me get you back home…I can pay…”, Lara’s eyes widened at what he said. “Umm…okay! Thanks!”, John nods to her as he goes over to open the passenger door, with Lara sitting herself into the car. John closes the door, going over to the driver’s side as he hops in after and starts up the engine. Lara was able to return home with no difficult or hiccup, with John feeling satisfied of completing yet another mission. Saving a life. John now stands there, staring out of this big window to see the plane Lara had boarded on start to leave and lift off the runway, back to America. John sighs to himself as he leaves out of the airport, making his own way across the country of London, heading into the unknown, heading into his next mission!

The End!❤️

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