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luvelve · 8 months

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˚ · . lucky strike - c. seungcheol

summary: your first time giving head to anybody and lucky for you, that anybody happens to be your boyfriend seungcheol. you’re kinda nervous because unlike you, this isn’t his first time.

pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader

genre: smut (18+ minors dni!)

wc: 2.9k+ (got carried away again :<)

warnings/tags: making out, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, lots of praise, softdom-ish!cheol, shy & inexperienced reader, bigdick!seungcheol, mentions of food & alcohol, seungcheol & reader are a bit tipsy, use of petnames (baby, angel, pretty), throatfucking, gagging, crying, finger sucking, cum eating

a/n: this is tiktok’s fault for always showing me “he’s the type to talk u through it” type of men. and to me, that sounded like none other than choi seungcheol !! so here we are. forgive me for any warnings i may have missed :< as always, likes/reblogs/feedback are highly highly appreciated ok bye <3

it’s been bugging you for weeks now. it first crossed your mind when you and seungcheol were driving home from a night out with close friends and it just dawned on you how you and seungcheol haven’t done anything yet. well, aside from making out.

seungcheol had told you from the beginning of your relationship that he wanted to take it slow with you. he didn’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. he also told you that things would fall into place eventually and that there was no need to rush. you loved that about him.

but, being the massive over-thinker that you are, you also can’t help but compare yourself to your other girlfriends who have been in longer relationships and what they have possibly already done with their boyfriends.

you feel like you’re ready to do more with seungcheol and that you’re not just pressured by the people around you. you so badly want to bring this up to him but every time you try, you end up steering away from the topic.

the wall clock reads twenty minutes past nine; it’s a friday night and you and seungcheol are in his apartment already in your pyjamas when you should be dressed for a fancy dinner, stuffing yourself with pasta and wine somewhere in hongdae.

it’s been snowing nonstop these past few days and even on the one day that you and your boyfriend reserve every week to go on a dinner date, whether it be at the fanciest restaurant seungcheol can get a reservation at or the mcdonald’s just a few blocks down from his apartment, mother nature just won’t let up.

the two of you were left with no choice but to cook the ramyeon in seungcheol’s pantry. you also thought it’d be a good idea to bust out the remaining bottles of peach and grape flavored soju that had been left over from your camping trip over a month ago.

that was all over an hour ago, soup bowls and chopsticks long forgotten on the table, soju bottles empty, with some random sitcom playing on netflix in the background. you now find yourself on the couch straddling seungcheol’s lap, with your lips heavy on his. both of his hands resting on your waist, just above the band of your his boxer shorts.

breathy moans erupt from the base of his throat and it makes you dizzy. his plump cherry lips find your ear, your jaw, and your favorite spot: your neck.

"baby..." he whispers in between kisses, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine. all you can do is look at him with heavy-lidded eyes and continue kissing him, but this time sloppier and more desperate. seungcheol notices this and matches his pace with your own, your tongues fighting for dominance.

you don't know if its just you or the alcohol that's in your system, but you know that you want to do more than just kiss seungcheol tonight. plus the fact that you can practically feel his bulge growing under you isn’t helping either.

"nng.." you groan, breaking away from his lips momentarily and resting your forehead on his. your jaw falls slightly open, trying to find the right words to say and immediately, there's worry and confusion painted on seungcheol's face.

"baby, what's wrong?" he says in a hushed manner, his right comes up to your cheek.

“angel, did i do something? hey, you can tell me. hmm?” he adds, not breaking eye contact with you. he carefully fixes his position on the couch, not wanting to bother you.

“i… i-uhh…” you cut yourself off, you’re not nervous but you do want to be careful of how you say it. seungcheol looks at you with his big wet baby cow eyes, silently telling you that you can tell him anything.

“okay… so i couldn’t be more grateful for you wanting to take things slow with the both of us. i mean, really. a-and while i love love being with you like this.. like this close to you…” you trail off, hoping he understands or at least has a bit of an idea of where this is going. you kinda hate how he’s not breaking eye contact, you can practically feel his gaze burning holes into your skin.

“mhmm…” he hums in agreement, biting down on his lower lip as he tries to suppress a smile. he does know where this conversation is going but he wants to hear it from you. his hand falls to the small of your back and he caresses gently, you can feel the callouses of his hands through the thin fabric of your sleeping shirt.

“i feel like i’m ready to… you know… do more with you.” you add, feeling your cheeks and ears heat up. you slouch so you can hide in the crook of seungcheol’s neck but he stops you from doing so. “hey hey, i wanna see your face.”

“so is that what my pretty girl really wants, hmm?" he exhales, the sweet look on his face now wiped away. he sits a bit upright, looking at you with dark eyes. you've never seen him this enamored by you, almost like he's hypnotized, and you haven't even done anything yet.

you only give him a slight nod, your breathing getting heavier, feeling like your heart's about to jump out your chest. again, you don't know what's gotten into you but downing soju in such little time definitely fuels what you're about to do next.

you move your hands from seungcheol's chest and onto his shoulders for stability as you rock your hips back and forth. you start slow and then pick up the pace when you see him lean back onto the couch and close his eyes for a few seconds with his jaw slightly open. you can feel his length get harder each passing second and it sends a pool down your panties.

you lean in to kiss him on the spot near his ears and on his neck and this sends shockwaves through his entire body. he feels like his dick is about to explode and all he wants to do right now is pick you up and lay you onto your stomach so he can have his way with you. but, for now he wants to savor this moment with you.

“mmh, just like that, angel.” he says softly, draping one arm over the couch and the other still holding on to your hips to help keep you stable. his words make you feel good, reassuring you that you’re doing something right despite never having done this before.

your right hand then leaves his shoulder and reaches down to massage the growing bulge under his sweatpants. you look down at him with hooded eyes, hand palming over his cock that’s dying to be sprung free.

“baby, can i put it in my mouth?” you ask. seungcheol’s turned on but also completely thrown off because if anything, he wanted to taste you first. aside from wanting to throw you around and bully his length into you, he’s always dreamt of being in between your thighs and tasting your sweet juices all while you tug at his hair as his name rolls of your tongue.

"i-uhh, baby are you sure you wanna do this? he replies, pushing his own fantasies aside first because he only wants to do more with you only if you're sure you want to. "yeah, i know i wanna do this. i've thought about it for quite some time now." you clarify. and that’s enough for seungcheol.

“okay, angel. i just wanted to hear it from you again." he claims, eyes fixated on yours. he quickly catches your lips for a deep kiss, you can feel the want that radiates off of him. he then interrupts, "although i was hoping that i'd be the first to... go down on you."

while his offer does sound nice and tempting, the thought of you being naked for the first time in front of seungcheol does intimidate you a little bit. not to mention that he's your first boyfriend. you think that it'll help ease your nerves and make you more comfortable if he goes first. a win-win situation, you tell yourself.

"well, i really like how that sounds... but i'm just super a little shy to.. y'know. be naked and all." you admit, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. seungcheol doesn't know whether to be mad, disappointed, or annoyed at himself because you feel this way. he thinks that he may have failed at being your boyfriend because you don't feel entirely comfortable around him. you immediately notice the shift in his face and quickly say something, "and it has nothing to do with you, i promise! it's just... i-i've never done this before." you run your thumb over the pout that's slowly forming on his lips.

you further explain the win-win situation that you came up with and seungcheol quickly processes your words and doesn't feel too bad about it anymore.

"so... will you let me?" you add, referring to your question earlier. he doesn't even have to think about it, and immediately agrees. "baby, i'd be stupid to not say yes."

"i'm gonna need a little bit of help though..." you whisper, looking at him with dark eyes and once again reaching down to continue palming his clothed cock as if nothing happened. "don't worry angel, i got you. we can go slow, yeah?" his voice breathy, and at this point he's already putty in your hands.

you're quick to get off seungcheol's lap and get on your knees in front of him. you're feeling nervous but also excited at the same time and so you reach for the band of his sweatpants to pull them down. he sees this and helps you, his hands hovering over yours as you do so.

despite this being your first time, there's still desperation in your actions. the way your dainty little fingers grab hold of his sweatpants and the way you look at seungcheol. as you pull his sweatpants down, you fail to muffle a gasp. fuck, he's bigger and thicker than you imagined. you already know that it's going to be a struggle holding him and putting him in your mouth. you feel your panties getting soaked at the sight of his throbbing cock in front of you.

seungcheol sits and watches you eagerly, his thick thighs spread out for you and his length already coated with precum. you sit on your heels, still admiring how heavy his cock is. "something wrong, baby?" he furrows his eyebrows, his eyes locked on yours. you don't know how else to put it so you tell him straight, "nothing, you're just... big."

he grins and even laughs a little, "i know you can take it." and so you do, you take the base of his cock into your hand and attach your lips onto his tip. you lower your head to get more of him into your mouth but you struggle to do so. you’re not entirely sure that what you’re doing is correct but you continue your actions. you come back up to swirl your tongue around his tip and seungcheol closes his eyes, "mmh, fuck. just like that, angel. slowly." he's so turned on by the sight in front of him that he can't even bring himself to close his eyes for too long.

he leans forward to gather your hair to one side and to press a quick kiss to your lips, practically tasting himself. you don't stop pumping his cock and so he moans into the kiss, feeling the vibrations erupt from his throat. he leans back onto the couch, and your mouth is wrapped around him again. your hand is settled at the base of his cock, stimulating him as much as you can while you cover his tip in spit. "use both hands, baby." he suggests, and so you do.

seungcheol watches as your hands and mouth move up and down in harmony and it's taking everything in him not to cum right now with your mouth so pretty around his throbbing cock. you take more of him into your mouth and your eyes are welling up trying to do so. his tip hits the base of your throat and he feels it when you gag. he expects you to stop but instead you keep him there for a few seconds until you have to gasp for air and you feel his body shudder at your actions. "angel, you're sure this is your first time?" he asks, gathering just enough breath.

"mhmm.." you swallow, looking up at him with sweet and not so innocent eyes, shooting him a shy smile. you're hit with a wave of confidence by seungcheol's words. he quickly lifts his left hand to push his thumb into your mouth, wanting to feel your tongue. he feels selfish, as if you sucking him off isn't already enough, but he just has to. you follow him by sucking on his finger without hesitation, doing the same things that you were doing to his cock a few moments ago. "fuuck, you're so pretty like this." he thanks his lucky stars because he has absolutely no idea what he's done to deserve you and what you’re doing to him right now.

your mouth returns to his cock, where your hands are still stroking him up and down. you make it your mission to make him cum tonight, wanting to see him all breathy and speechless. your hands and mouth increase their speed, and so does seungcheol's breaths. you can tell he’s close because his chest is rising and falling faster and you’re pretty sure the neighbors can hear the lewd noises spilling from his mouth. you wrap your mouth around him again and again, your head bobbing up and down while you look at him through your long lashes, slowing down your pace for a few seconds to tease him just a bit. where the hell did she learn to do that? he thinks to himself.

all seungcheol wants to do now is pick you up and throw you onto the couch so he can return the favor, but he wants to give this to you. he wants you to finish what you started, because he knows it’ll make you feel good. “taking me so well, baby. doing so good f’me.” the praises rolling off his tongue as he runs one hand through his hair.

seungcheol can feel himself getting closer and closer to his high and so your hands work double time twisting his cock. you spit on his tip and sink your head down, his cock bottoming in your throat again. as you come back up for air, he quickly bucks his hips up to chase the feeling as he’s on the brink of his orgasm. you can’t help but let out a small choke with tears falling from your eyes. “-m sorry, angel. couldn’t help it.” he quicky apologizes. “s’okay…” you reply with a sweet smile.

“hmm fuck, i’m gonna cum. you ready for me, angel?” he trails off, taking control as he strokes himself and his length just inches from your face. you watch him as his big hand goes up and down his cock at an erratic pace. you lift your hands up to rest them on his knees but seungcheol has other plans in mind. “uh-uh, hands on your sides.” he says firmly, and you comply. he wishes he could take a picture of you right now, obeying him and being his good girl.

“open your mouth.” seungcheol adds, his demeanor now completely different but you love that he has two different sides to him when it’s just the two of you behind closed doors. your jaw quickly falls into an ‘o’ and soon after, seungcheol reaches his high. he feels his orgasm throughout his entire body, fireworks shooting down all the way to his ankles. his vision goes white and his body writhes in pleasure. white ribbons of his cum shoot out from his tip and onto your face and in your mouth. you feel the warm liquid on your tongue and you don’t know whether to spit or swallow.

you close your mouth just enough that your lips don’t touch, the salty liquid resting on your tongue. you wait for seungcheol to come down from his high, his breathing getting slower as his hand moves from his cock and onto his thigh. your chest swells with pride because you couldn’t believe what you just did to him. your eyes are focused on him as he leans forward, “you can spit or swallow baby, it’s up to you.” he says, and you feel his breath fan over your face as he brings his hand up and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe off the cum that’s on your cheek and just below your lip.

you finally close your mouth and swallow his salty release, completely tasting him. he watches as your adam’s apple bobs up and down as you do so. “good girl.” he comments, ultimately sending butterflies to your stomach. seungcheol then wastes no time to connect his lips with yours, tasting a little bit of himself. this time around, you’re the one moaning into the kiss and biting his lower lip. he deepens the kiss, holding your cheek to get better access. it’s not rushed though, it’s one that says ‘thank you’ for giving me the best head of my life.

he pulls away and you feel his arms at your sides, pulling you up. he slots you between his thighs, your knees sinking down onto the couch and he looks up at you. “your turn?”

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runnning-outof-time · 2 months

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A (Debatably) Lovely Dinner | Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) has her family over for a dinner that she worked so hard to prepare. Her father and uncles tell her that it tastes lovely...but are they actually thinking that?

Warnings: drinking, language

Word Count: 1773

A/N: this is the first daughter!reader fic I’ve written in a bit - I hope it’s good. I’m excited to be writing requests again! Enjoy! :)

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(Y/N) wrang her hands together as she looked over all of the pots that were currently boiling on the stove. She took a breath and let it out slowly, trying to compose herself and shake the nerves from her body.

"You're doing great, love. It's going to be a good meal," her husband, James, offered some encouragement as he came up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of her head as he pulled her into his chest.

"Maybe I should have accepted the catering offer? There's a lot of people coming over," she expressed her worry, eyes still focused on the pots. She then began to wonder why she even agreed to hosting her family in the first place.

"This is going to be extra special because you made it all," he told her, kissing her temple once more before letting her get back to work. "And your cooking is wonderful," he complimented her, sending a smile her way as she turned to look at him.

She smiled back, although it wavered due to the nerves she was still feeling, watching as he exited the kitchen before she got back to work.

(Y/N) was bringing the final dish to the dining table two hours later. She smiled at everyone who was waiting patiently for dinner to start and took a deep breath as she moved to stand behind her husband's chair.

"James and I would like to thank everyone for coming tonight. I hope that you enjoy what I've prepared for you to eat," she gave a small speech, her nervous smile still present as she then sat down.

"Let's eat then, eh?" Tommy suggested, smiling at his daughter from the opposite end of the table. He was proud of her for this vast spread that she'd managed to cook up. It smelled wonderful to him.

Comments of agreement came from around the table as everyone began taking dishes and spooning helpings of the food onto their plates. (Y/N) watched as this happened, wanting to make sure all was well; filling her plate last.

Dinner began quietly, the sounds of forks hitting plates the only thing to be heard. (Y/N) couldn't help but sneak a few glances around the table, wanting to see if there were any problems. All looked fine to her.

Somehow, she didn't manage to catch her uncles, John and Arthur, throwing sideways glances at each other in between each bite they took. Something about the taste seemed off to them. Whether it was the seasoning on the roast, or the choice or cut of the vegetables, the food wasn't exactly pleasurable to eat.

But the pleased look on their niece's face told them that she was happy to have the family over, eating a dinner that she worked so hard to prepare. They couldn't even think of ruining things for her by bringing up the fact that her cooking was well under par.

And besides, Tommy seemed to be fine with eating it, and he never ate anything.

Dinner continued and small talk was made. The usual discussion of business between the Shelby family had been swapped for stories of the past and the men making arrangements for their annual hunting trip that was fastly approaching.

All was well until (Y/N) decided to ask the table for opinions on the food. "How has everyone been enjoying the food?" She wasn't sure if she was being too upfront in asking for opinions, but no one had offered any prior to her question, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't dying to know their thoughts.

"Lovely as always, darling," her husband, James, was the first to share his thoughts on it, sending her a smile as he cut himself another piece of the roast.

"Thanks, James," she smiled back at him before looking out to the rest of the table. No one else's eyes met hers; their gazes cast down on their plates. Maybe that means they really like the food, she thought to herself. "Dad?" she asked after a few moments had passed. Tommy looked up at her, his brows raised as if to say 'what?' "What do you think?" she asked, curious to know what his thoughts on the meal were.

"It's good, love," he told her, nodding as he grabbed his glass of whiskey, "really good."

"Thank you," she chirped in response, feeling extremely pleased with herself. She grabbed her fork and knife then and went to cut a piece of the roast.

"Well I think that..." another comment started to come out, but it was abruptly stopped. "What the bloody hell was that for?" the voice belonged to Linda Shelby, and she was now glaring daggers at her husband, Arthur. Arthur had his brows furrowed as he glanced between his wife and (Y/N), a bit of an uneasy expression present on his face. "Spit it out, Arthur," she snapped in a harsh whisper. Arthur said nothing of sustenance though, instead just shaking his head and muttering "don't," under his breath.

"Were you going to say something, Linda?" (Y/N) asked, her curiosity peaked as she focused on the blonde woman.

Linda shared one last look with her husband, who was still discreetly shaking his head, before she plastered a smile on her face and turned to look at the younger woman. "I was just going to say that...that...this is a lovely dinner, (Y/N)," she finally shared her opinion on the cooking, although it may not have been originally what she wanted to say. (Y/N) took it though, a smile breaking onto her features.

"Aww thanks so much, Linda. I was so worried about this dinner. I'm so happy to hear that everyone is enjoying it," (Y/N) expressed her previous worries with the group, earning a chorus of 'no it was good’ comments in response.

Overly pleased with herself now, (Y/N) was smiling from ear to ear as she continued eating her dinner. Just wait until they try the dessert, she thought to herself, pride flowing through her.

The Shelby men followed James into his study after the dessert plates had been removed from the table. (Y/N) had decided to take the women around for a tour of her new home, a tour which the men felt they didn't need to join. All five of them had a glass in their hand, and they were seated on the chairs that were positioned around the mantle.

"I don't know how you do it, James," Arthur said with a sigh as he brought his glass back to his lips. He took a drink and then let out a sigh after swallowing it.

"Do what?" James was confused by the older man's statement.

"Eat (Y/N)'s food daily," Arthur didn't beat around the bush. "I mean, she's me neice and I love her, but the food she cooks is fucking terrible."

James nodded slowly in response to Arthur's statement, a knowing look present on his face as he looked like he was fighting a smile. He then took a look at Tommy, checking the waters before sharing information about the daughter of a man who could do some nasty damage if he said the wrong thing. He wasn't surprised to see his father in law looking at him.

"Well how do ya do it?" John broke the silence, signaling to the other man that he'd been taking too long to respond.

"She's my wife," he began, a smile forming on his face, "I've learned to love every part of being with her."

"Ah you've gone soft, lad," Arthur couldn't help but chuckle at the response he got before he set his sights on his brother, "and you, Tom…how do you do it, brother?"

Tommy laughed to himself as he heard the question. He brought his whiskey up and took a sip, pausing for a moment longer before finally answering the question: "guess it grows on you." His response was simple, and he followed it with a shrug.

"You both have not a clue what you're talking about," Arthur commented with a shake of his head, "John, help me out here. It's nothing against (Y/N)...her food's just downright terrible, right?" he looked to his younger brother for some back up.

"Right," John nodded, raising his glass in agreement.

"Good man," Arthur praised his brother for answering in line with him.

"I think her cooking's good," Finn chimed in from where he was sitting by the fire.

"You wouldn't know what's good for ya, Finn," Arthur dismissed his youngest brother's opinion. Finn shook his head and looked at the fire, wondering why he decided to add his two cents in the first place.

Silence fell in the room then, and James couldn't help but keep thinking about his response to Arthur's question. It made him chuckle as he realized that maybe he hadn't been completely truthful with what he had said.

"What's funny?" John asked, catching the other man's laugh.

All eyes were on him in an instant. He could tell by their intent gazes that he wouldn't be able to get out of this one. "Nothing...it's just that," he paused, letting out a breathy laugh as he shook his head, "I will admit that her cooking has been harder to learn to love than the rest of her," he shared what he'd been thinking.

John and Arthur immediately began laughing, both happy that they'd gotten the young man to break and share his actual thoughts on their niece's cooking. They knew that he felt the same as they did just by the vague response he gave earlier, but hearing it cemented the victory.

"It took me a while too. You'll get there," Tommy cut through the laughter of his brothers to offer his son in law some advice. James smiled at Tommy, happy to know that maybe he'd be able to get used to it, just like his father in law had.

(Y/N) was sitting with the rest of the women in the front room. She'd become quiet, letting the others continue their conversation about the latest fashion trends. She had too much on her mind.

A smile was present on her face as she thought back to the dinner, and all of the lovely comments she received from her family. Giddiness bubbled up inside of her as her mind went to thinking about what she would cook for their next family dinner. She couldn’t wait to have them over again!

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hisunshiine · 9 months

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—"lemme swallow your pride" [2/7]

Part 2 of 7 of the Seven Days Series ↣ series masterlist

🗓️ pairing: nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader 🗓️ au/genre: non-idol au, brother’s friend au, fwb, age-gap(reader is older), f2l, fluff, angst, smut, 🗓️ rating: M 🗓️ wc: 3,629 🗓️ warnings: emotionally constipated pairing, reader is older, adult worries, growing older, dating younger, time passing and not hitting milestones everyone else is, jealousy, using sex to deflect, explicit sexual content: oral (m receiving), spitting, cum swallowing, multiple orgasms, light degradation (cum slut), praise, shaft riding, mutual orgasm 🗓️ an: part 2 is here! And yes, based on the title alone, I am sure you are able to figure out exactly what type of sex this story focuses on. 🗓️ summary: “Open up say ahhh, Come here, baby, let me swallow your pride…” Jungkook comes over for an impromptu movie night that triggers some internal angst. You share a little, and he shares a lot... and your angst turns a little green. To change the topic when it gets a little too deep, you deepthroat him.

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“I need butter for my popcorn!” Jungkook is his usual whiny self as he stands in the kitchen, taking up space in the most unhelpful way as you prepare snacks for a movie night he planned in his own head and decided to carry out in your living room.

“Go finish the blanket fort, or whatever you were building in the living room,” you order with a small shove to his back, “I will put ample butter on the popcorn—this is not my first Jungkook Movie Night rodeo.”

Jungkook turns to shoot a glare at you over his shoulder, but he shuffles out of the kitchen to the living room without additional fuss. You resume your task, opening another packet of popcorn to cook in the microwave, then search the fridge for a stick of salted butter. Once it sounds like most of the kernels have metamorphosed into fluffy crunch balls of love, you swap the packet for the bowl of butter and let it melt.

Over the hum of the microwave, you can hear Jungkook whistling the main track to the movie he picked, his body appearing in your line of sight every few seconds as he shifts around the room to finish his task.

The beeps signaling the melted butter is ready cause you to jump a little, with how engrossed you are in watching him move. As a male nurse, he’s quite fit. You’re well acquainted with how fit he is, and you can’t help but admire his body when he’s wearing a white, sleeveless, ribbed tank top and black Nike shorts.

Wistfully, you look down at your own comfy outfit, sleep shorts and a shirt Jungkook left at your place eons ago, wishing you could look as hot as he does without effort. Switching focus, you turn your eyes to the microwave and top off the large bowl full of popped corn with waterfalls of butter for your savory snack. (Whether the savory snack is the popcorn or Jungkook, you’ll never tell!)

“Hurry up! I’m wasting away here!” he’s over-the-top dramatic right now, something you’ve experienced with him before. Whenever he’s lost a patient at work, he doesn’t like to talk about what happened and often can’t because of patient confidentiality, but he seeks out comfort in ways like this: creating a soft place to hideout, comfort foods and movies, and begging for all of your attention. You never ask him about it, and you’re sure it has to do with the last patient he saw before arriving late last night. You think the theatrics are his way of lightening his soul from the sadness, and you’re unable to resist.

“Oh dear, what will Ggukkie do without this small snack?” you ask as you carry the large bowl into the dim room.

“Fuck, yes!” He reaches for the bowl so you can settle onto the couch, ducking your head under the blanket he’s strategically strewn across the top of the couch with well-positioned pillows and dining room chairs.

Pressing play on your smart TV remote, you both settle in with a blanket over your laps as the opening scene reveals people trapped in traffic and then Jungkook’s melodious voice quietly sings along to ‘Another Day of Sun’.

Leaning your head onto his shoulder, you sink into the show tunes—made better by Jungkook’s voice—and let yourself become immersed in the characters’ problems, forgetting your own.

“I hate this movie, Jungkook, and you always make us watch it,” you sniffle, rubbing at your eyes. “It’s just so real, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons I love it. I think it’s a true take on the real world—tragic—but realistic.”

You fiddle with the frayed edges of the throw blanket on your lap as Jungkook begins clearing the empty bowl and mostly empty glasses of apple juice from the coffee table.

“Sometimes I like to escape real life, though, you know? I—never mind. What’s next on the movie agenda?” you question, but Jungkook returns to plop down next to you, practically sitting on top of your lap, and won’t let you deflect.

“No, no, talk to me. What’s on your mind? You’ve been thinking a lot lately. Almost couldn’t sleep last night because of it.”

“Hey, I was sleeping, but someone decided to tire us both out even more, if I remember correctly.”

“Apples and oranges, babe. I even made it to work for my meeting before shift started. So tell me what you were about to say, or I’ll tickle it out of you.”

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, his face set in determined seriousness, and you know from your own experiences that once he starts tickling, he won’t stop until you’re screaming for sweet release from the painful pleasure that is his fingers dancing across the soles of your feet, your neck, or your tummy and ribs.

“Fine. I hate La La Land, because they went through all of that, supporting one another through pursuing their dreams, just for them to not end up together in the end? It’s not the escape from reality that I want in a movie.” You keep your eyes down on the blanket, top teeth worrying your bottom lip.

He says your name softly as he takes one of your fidgeting hands into his larger one. “I feel like there’s more to it. Talk to me, babe.” He stresses the second sentence, and you can tell his doe eyes are searching—no—yearning to make contact with yours.

“I know you probably aren’t even like…thinking about this kind of shit yet, but Yoongi is getting married. This weekend. And of course, my mom has been hounding me now,” you raise your voice an octave higher to mimic your mom, “saying ‘When are you next? Your younger brother is getting married, and you can’t even give me grandchildren yet.’ I hate it.

“And this movie just makes me scared that I’ll end up in something like it, in a relationship that serves as nothing but a chapter in my life, instead of being the whole book. That I’ll waste time with someone who’s not going to be there a few weeks, months, or years from now.”

Jungkook settles back against the couch with a hum, strong arms folded across his chest. “That’s tough, babe. I can imagine this feeling has gotten worse now too, what with Yoongi’s wedding looming. You know what’s crazy—you’re not the first person to say something similar.”

“Really? Who else do you know has a younger sibling getting married and is feeling the pressure?”

“Actually, you remember SoHee?” Jungkook asks timidly. You do. SoHee is another nurse who used to work with Jungkook at the hospital, but Yoongi helped her get hired at the high school you work at as the school nurse. It’s summer break, so you haven’t seen her in weeks, but of course you remember her.

“Yeah, we work together, duh.”

Jungkook tries and fails to hide the smile building on his face, small dimples appearing to frame his chiseled jawline as he begins to talk about her.

“Well, she’s picked up a few shifts here and there at the hospital, since it’s summer break and all, and we’ve been texting again. She’s actually a lot like you…But we were just talking the other night, and she was saying how she’s been worried about turning 30 next year, and not being married with kids yet.”

“Do I talk about this a lot?” you ponder.

“I mean, not like a lot, but it seems to be a theme or something for all the ladies in my life who are a little older than me.”

“Ladies in your life?” You try to keep your tone level, but your face always gives you away. You can feel the way your energy shifts as you tilt your head and raise an eyebrow (or attempt to raise just one eyebrow) to look back at him.

“Yeah, you, SoHee, some of the other nurses and doctors I talk to at work.” Jungkook spreads his legs wider, and his arms drape along the back of the couch as he settles deeper into the cushions. “SoHee just said she wasn’t interested in, like, playing games, or whatever. She’s said she’s done sleeping around and going out clubbing because she wants to develop something real. It’s something all of you say, all of the older women.”

You internally cringe at the way he refers to you as an ‘older woman’, and your chest tightens at being lumped together with others. You’re his best friend, hell, you take better care of his dick than you take care of your car—what with you topping off his fluids more than your Hyundai and all. To shake the uncomfortable feeling away and climb back out of the hole of deep feelings, you do what you do best. Turn it into something humorous, sexual, or both. In this instance, you go for both.

“Why are we talking about deep feelings instead of deep throating?”

Jungkook’s boisterous laugh fills your living room, and fills the holes in your heart.

“I don’t know, but I think I’d like to talk more about deep throating.”

Sliding off the couch and positioning yourself between Jungkook’s spread knees, you place your palms on each of his thighs. He reflexively flexes his quads at the touch, and you see him visibly gulp in anticipation.

“Me too.” Though, you have no plans of talking—just doing; showing. You do love to perform for him.

Your hands slowly traverse to the waistband of his black shorts, the soft fabric allowing your fingers to slide up with ease, and the stretchy waistband allowing them to slide down around his muscular thighs without resistance. You release them to pool around his slippered feet, eyes only focusing on the way his proud appendage takes on a darkening, blush-colored hue as his hands grip the edge of his tight tank and pull it up to reveal his six-pack. You take note that he’s shaved his happy trail, leaving an unblemished view that directs you to his pride and joy.

Licking your lips, you shuffle closer and rise up higher on your knees so that you can greet his cock with your moistened mouth—tiny pecks that tease Jungkook so he’ll make your favorite sounds. Your eyes shift to his—brown and dilated in desire.

Gathering your spit, your hand holds his shaft still so that you can slowly drip the clear secretion to meet his tip, watching him watch you slather it from top to bottom as you begin to ready him for what’s to come. (Hint: it’s him). Dropping lower, you take the blushing head into your mouth, tongue swirling around as you get a good taste of the pearlescent pre-cum that accumulated from your strokes. Jungkook squirms minimally each time your tongue brushes the bottom of his cock, sensitive to your ministrations.

“Fucking tease, you know that?” he asks you, and you just smile—or smile as best you can with his cock in your mouth.

Taking him deeper into your mouth, you break eye contact so that you can add some vigor to your movements, lips wrapping around your teeth to protect his shaft from any accidental nips. He reaches the back of your throat, leading you to gag, which was your goal. Your mouth fills with more spit, the fluid allowing faster movement as you ease back to the first half of his cock, your hand working from the base to meet your lips.

It’s sloppy, and the sounds of your hydrous cock-sucking mix with curses and strangled iterations of your name. Jungkook’s hands move from clenching the fabric of the abandoned blanket and couch to your face—he loves to hold your cheeks and feel the way they hollow out as you blow him, his eyes never moving from the view.

Your eyelashes, wet from choking on him, make you look so innocent when you peek up at him through them—but the way your pouty lips envelop him, bobble-heading in his lap, remind him that you are anything but. Your spit is everywhere. It dribbles down from the base of his shaft, runs in small rivers between your fingers, caresses his heavy sack that’s waiting to spill its load and cover your tongue. It even begins to slip towards his puckered hole, and thoughts spin in his head of the things he would ask you to do if—but you’re not.

“How?” he probes with a rasp, knowing you can’t answer. “How can you look like an angel, but—shit, babe—” He throws his head back into the couch unwillingly. “You fuck me and suck me like the devil.”

Your following chuckle makes his hips thrust up, and you gag around him as the tip enters your throat. A hand slips into your hair, messy and falling around your face, but feeling your throat embrace his head in a warm and wet squeeze has him gripping your hair. It’s just the right amount of pain, he’s not pulling your hair up, just tugging some strands into his fist held close to your scalp.

Your clit throbs between your thighs, aching and untouched, but this? Making a strong, virile man turn into figurative putty in your literal hands? Nothing makes you feel more confident, more beautiful, and empowered. And if there is, you haven’t experienced it yet.

“Fuck, baby—I—shit!” Jungkook doesn’t know whether you want him to pull out or not, his hands attempting to both pull you off and bring your nose closer to his pelvis, but you don’t stop. Sucking and allowing the spit to run as you speed up, both hands adding friction and pressure—one to the shaft and one to his balls—lewd sounds a cacophony as he feels that spot inside him tighten before he’s weeping rivers of cum into your waiting mouth.

You press your palms flat to the tops of his thighs, holding your balance as his body writhes on the couch. Your mouth keeps a tight grip on his cock as you glide up and down to milk him, breathing controlled as you inhale and exhale through your nose.

“Baby, you’re so fucking good at that…my own little cumslut, hungry for my cock,” Jungkook speaks once he’s able to form words, letting you know you could sit back on your heels. His praise touches you more than either of you know and are willing to share, your inner goddess preening under his heated gaze and soft caresses. “Show me.”

Opening your mouth, you allow him to see the aqueous ejaculate coating your tongue. His tattooed hand grips your chin as he peers inside. He radiates a post-orgasm haze, his smile loose and wide.

“Swallow.” You instantly snap your mouth shut and his hand moves to wrap his fingers around your throat so he can feel you physically swallow him down. You smile in response, and like the hazard to your health that he is, he connects his lips to yours, tongue forging ahead to taste the remnants of himself in your mouth. He groans, his hands tugging at your waist until you’re straddling him.

“Use me however you need.”

You know what he’s saying, knows he can’t do much with his cock after the Gawk Gawk 7000 you delivered, but he’s trusting you. His body is at your disposal for however you need to get off. It won’t take long; the throbbing between your legs is echoed with the rushing of blood in your veins, begging for you to find your release through pleasure.

Hands push Jungkook’s taught pectorals until he’s laying on the couch. Pulling your sleep shorts to the side, you steer your legs to straddle his waist so that you can slide your dripping pussy along his softening shaft. You take up a stirring motion, allowing a delicious friction to your clit on his spit-covered rod, you reach for Jungkook’s hands where they’re resting above him and bring them to your chest.

Whining, you realize it’s not enough, not what you actually want, but Jungkook knows you and knows your body even better. Your body talks to him about its wants and needs the way he wishes you would open up to him; the same way his cock is able to split you open like a blooming flower and penetrate to the deepest parts. He lowers his hands to the hem of his shirt (it looks better on you) and sneaks underneath. He holds your breasts, fingers tightening and releasing in time to your hips and you cry out, your own hands laying on top of his as if clutching him to your chest as you rock on his sensitive length with growing urgency.

“C’mon baby, swallow your pride and let go. It’s okay if it’s fast, it’s hot,” Jungkook shares, “means I was able to take care of my baby the same way you took care of me.”

“Say it again?”

“What part?” he goads, once again loving that when he has you like this, so desperately wet and delirious off of his cum, you’re honest and open.

“Your baby,” your tone reflects a neediness that has his cock hardening quickly in combination with your frantic ruts. His hands tighten on your boobs again briefly before he glides them to your back and pulls you down so your chest to chest. He knows exactly how to speak to you, how to lower his voice and soothe your ego into cumming for him, on him, so he can soothe his ego.

“Cum for me, wanna see my baby feel good.” His right hand curls a loose strand of hair around your left ear, an endearing touch to make you feel safe and loved and willing to allow your pussy to make a mess of him. “Fuck—baby, my baby, your pussy feels so good, gonna make me cum again? You want me to cum with you, princess?”

Hearing him call you princess—well, it does something to you. You let out a high, throaty whine, a keening call that sings to his soul. And when you call for him, say his name in that whine, syllables broken up in the same pattern of your hips oscillating—fuck. Jungkook hears the extra release of your orgasm, feels the way your unfilled hole clenches at the base of his cock, and he watches as your body freezes.

You want him close, but he pushes your shoulder firmly, but gently, so he can see the way his rosy cock is cupped against his lower abdomen thanks to your pretty, puffy pussy.

“Look, princess, look what you do to me.”

You pry your eyes open with sheer will as the aftershocks continue to cause you to tremble from your throne atop him. Looking down where Jungkook holds your shirt taut so you can see his fat, peeking head between your thighs, you watch as cum dribbles out slowly from the slit, his perfect and glorious steel cock exuding the proof that he thinks you’re too blind to realize.

In actuality, you’re so fucked out by him, that you don’t think it means anything more than what he says. You do this to him. You make him feel so euphoric that he’s unable to refrain from covering himself in lust and desire for you. There’s a part of you that wishes others could see this evidence of your fucking, proof that you make each other feel so good that your cum collectively coats his abs—a messy visual art piece worth framing…

Reaching for the coffee table, you grab Jungkook’s phone as it’s nearest to you, and swiping open the camera, you take several naughty photos of your position: close-ups of your pussy wrapped around his cock, a wider angle that captures the view of his abs and cum running into the dips between them—proof that you did that to him.

Jungkook lies under you, watching in awe as you document one of the best sessions he thinks you’ve had together, or ever, and surprise paints his features when you switch to video, recording without a second thought.

“Look what your baby did to you,” you giggle, fingers drawing dirty lines, “made you make a fucking mess.” You aim the camera so that it can take in the pornographic view and resulting mess. “Anything you’d like to say to defend yourself?” Jungkook just laughs as you aim the camera at his face—he knows this is something just for his eyes only, and yours if you want to watch it with him again, maybe while he fucks you from behind.

“Nothing to defend, princess. I told you to use me, and said if my baby cums like a good girl, I’ll cum again with you. Just following through with it.” Jungkook grabs the phone, turning the camera on you, and you try to shy away, but he doesn’t let you get far. Gripping the front of the shirt, he tugs you to his chest, both of you making sounds at the way your pussy rubs him, and then you’re both in the camera view, his hand in your hair as you rest right below his chin.

“Best throat and pussy on the planet right here,” Jungkook tells his future self, memorializing today forever.

“Yeah, gave him that gawk gawk—he has the prettiest cock…it deserved to cum twice.”

Jungkook can’t handle hearing you talk like that without wanting to bury himself deep inside you. Locking his phone, he tosses it onto the carpeted floor and pulls you closer, his lips fervently kissing you as he waits out the refractory period until he’s able to do just that.

stay tuned for “it’s the way that you can ride” coming 8-?-2023!

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fandom-friday · 4 months

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The goal of Fandom Friday: provide a place where people can shout-out their favorite creators from the week, whether it’s a piece of fan art that made you smile or a fanfic that moved you. Drop a link to your favorite creations this week into my ask box along with what you loved about it, and I will give them a shout! It doesn’t have to be Star Wars either! If it’s on another website (AO3, Twitter, etc.), please be sure to state that as well.

This happens each week, so don’t feel like you’ve got to get out everything in one week. Just keep track of them throughout the week or send me an ask whenever you find something, and I’ll drop them all on Fridays (or throughout the weekend if I get a lot). The cutoff for each week is THURSDAY 12 PM (I’m in the Pacific timezone). Anything received after that will roll to the next week. A summary of the weeks’ recs will be posted at the end of the weekly queue, so check back here for all of the awesome fics and art! And be sure to go give the creations on that list some love (and don’t just share the ask responses I put out).

2024 Fandom Friday Weekly Summary Master List

Rules and additional details under the cut! PLEASE make sure you read the rules before sending something in. If your submission violates any of the rules, I will delete it.

Rules:

Please send submissions to my ask box (sending them all to one place makes wrangling them easier each week). In your ask, please include the creator’s handle, a link to their work/post (if links aren’t working for the ask, please DM me them), and what you loved about it!

Please ensure the link is to the creator’s original post and not your own reblog or repost of their work (if they’re on another platform). The idea is to drive people to visit the creator’s page!

The creation does not have to have been posted this week! It can be something older. Also, don’t worry about whether or not a rec is a repeat from a prior week. Just looking to celebrate things that made an impression on you this week, whether you’ve seen it before or not!

NSFW is alright! Just make sure you note it in the ask so I can flag appropriately! Since I’m including 18+ material, minors may not participate. 18+ posts will be tagged with NSFT/lemon/lemony lemon (trying to cover all my bases).

NO incest, underage, cl*necest blogs, master/padawan (or similar power dynamics), dub-con/non-con/rape occurring IN the fic (to include stalker/obsessive behavior fics). Also, no H*rry Potter. There are a few others that I also won’t share due to my discomfort with them (i.e., R*xsoka), so if you’re not sure, ask. Also, many of you submit multiple works at once, and that’s fine, but if one of those works contains something that violates the rules, I will delete the entire ask, so something to be extra careful about when submitting!

Submissions that deal with 18+ material or difficult/triggering topics (pregnancy, abuse, drug use, etc.) MUST BE TAGGED APPROPRIATELY.

If your rec involves spoilers from a show that’s currently running, please include that info in the ask so I can tag it appropriately (I will normally tag a few different ways, but I always use #<show title> spoilers if you need to filter (for example: Andor spoilers will be tagged #Andor Spoilers). I will stop tagging spoilers two weeks after the show stops airing.

You can submit GIF sets or edits, but please ensure you are submitting from the blog that actually created them. Wanted to add that caution since there’s been a lot of people stealing/reposting GIFs and edits in particular recently. So just be cautious.

Try to avoid commentary in your ask that might make others feel bad (“the only person who knows how to write XXX correctly…”). It’s important to be able to appreciate creators without making others feel bad, so let’s try to keep the commentary complimentary without being off-putting for other creators.

Self recommendations are allowed and encouraged! Shout out your own hard work! You deserve the recognition!

*Rules subject to change so PLEASE make sure you read them before sending something in. If your submission violates any of the rules, I will delete it.

**If you have any questions about any of the rules, don’t hesitate to DM me!In addition to sending me asks, I highly encourage you to go either leave a comment on and/or reblog someone’s work (tag me or use the #Fandom Friday tag if you do!). Let’s get the interaction back up on this website and show the creators that work so hard on their stuff some love!

#FANDOM FRIDAY

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leafofkudzu · 3 months

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Hello and happy endless January! Despite how long this month may have seemed, it is almost over - and that means it's soon time for another art party hosted by my guild, Verdant Shield [VS]! We're taking a little tour of the cozy size of the jungle this time, over at Mabon Market in Caledon!

For those who aren’t familiar with art parties, they’re a concept carried over from Final Fantasy XIV - in-game get-togethers for artists/writers/creatives of all types to hang out, chat, and create together! Get your favorite character/look together, head to the location, find someone that catches your eye, and create! Afterwards, everyone posts their creations in a shared tag (ours is #VSArtParty) so others can see, interact, and share! Tl;dr: the ‘goal’ of an art party isn’t to be drawn, but to draw others, and share with the community!

Time and /squadjoin information is under the cut, but will also be posted again via reblogs as the squads go up on the day of the party!

Location Information:

Caledon Forest is a nice easily-accessible map for everyone, and Mabon Market even has its own dedicated waypoint (that is, Mabon Waypoint)! I imagine we'll kind of scatter out across the market and beach, so don't take my exact location in this screenshot too seriously!

Time & Squad Details:

As we always do, we'll be having two parties - one on EU servers and one on NA ones - with an hour break in between. People tend to arrive early and/or jump between accounts as soon as the break comes up, so don't be surprised to see tags and announcements going up ahead of schedule!

The first party will be on EU servers and begin at 9pm Central European Time (aka 3pm Eastern Standard Time or 4 hours before in-game reset). I’ll be hosting on my EU alt account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Aemryn of Dusk for an invite.

The second party will be on NA servers and begin at 7pm Eastern Standard Time (aka 1am Central European Time or at in-game reset). I’ll be hosting this one on my main account, so to join either /squadjoin or whisper Kirslyn for an invite.

Closing Words:

A few days ago some nasty info came to the surface about various GW2 sources being scraped for AI purposes, with tumblr tags specifically being mentioned. Though I certainly wouldn't blame anyone for being discouraged and not wanting to draw at all (even this post was delayed because of it), I think at the end of the day, even if you don't post anything publicly, you still shouldn't deny yourself the company and community of your fellow creatives! If you'd like to make this art party have more of a focus on screenshots, or even just hang out and not draw at all, please feel free - your presence is what makes these parties...well, parties, after all!

If you are still interested in posting your artwork though, please check out Glaze and Nightshade as potential ways to protect yourself (and hurt AI datasets) if you haven't already! And even if you don't do that, make sure to slap signatures/watermarks/etc wherever you can. This may be a disheartening time for us, but it doesn't mean we have to stop doing what we love.

So, whether you're coming to create or just to hang out, I look forward to seeing you all this Saturday. Take care, stay safe, and see you soon! ♥

#please check the closing words this time too btw #i don't usually draw attention to them but it's about all the ai bullshittery that came up a few days ago #gw2 #guild wars 2 #vsartparty #obnoxious tourist simulator #📢🎨

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

when the rain's calming you down and pissing you off all at the same time so you make this:

in the rain with miggy headcanons

miguel would always be prepared for changes in weather tbh, having lyla is really handy when it comes to alerting him for it--the only unexpected bit is seeing you on his way home and only having one umbrella with him, with you grumbling and muttering under your breath as you remain under the awning of the bus stop's bench.

he'd come over to you, very awkwardly because he's debating with himself whether or not to talk to you since you'd look pissed off. then he just takes the plunge and asks if you're okay, when he's already thinking it's obvious right now how you're feeling.

if he was wearing a jacket then, he'd take it off the minute he sensed you were cold or would have watched you shiver, and instead of leaving, he'd do one of two things: either sit down and keep you company at that stop because he was worried about you, or offer to walk you to wherever you were headed and share the umbrella.

the waiting with you route would be kind of awkward to say the least, he'd ask you in a mumble if he could sit with you, as if he, too, were waiting for a bus, and just... kinda sit in silence with you for a few minutes until either of you breaks the silence with small talk. though, he hates small talk, he'll do anything to hear your voice right now, because amid the falling rain and bustling of feet and the splashing of water from passing cars... it's only you he can focus on.

you two make it out of the dreaded small talk thicket and end up in the clearing of intellectual conversations with direction, even though the topics were super random, miguel was very into it; just simply talking to you was enough and hearing your voice when you talked about something you genuinely found interest in... he loves hearing your thoughts being laid out with so much emotion in them.

when your bus would come and you'd wait for him to get on, he'd look at you all confused, until he realized that you thought he waited at the bus stop to get on the bus--not just to keep you company. he tried telling you he doesn't need the bus, but you'd insist, so now he's stuck in the bus with you, not that he's complaining, he's actually in love with this whole notion, actually.

a/n: gonna make a part 2 with the second route if y'all wanttttt or more details on the bus stop route, MY MIND IS RUNNING A MILLION MILES MORALES AN HOUR

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @yuridopted0

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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racinggirl · 4 months

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Collision of hearts - 01

Lando Norris x OC (Fayenne Jackson)

word count: 2k warnings: none notes: I hope you like the first chapter, please let me know what you think about the piece at the end, I'm planning on incorporating that a lot more! Any way of feedback, whether it's positive, negative, in the comments, in my asks, as a reblog in the tags is very very welcome <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, read the bottom of this post 🧡

masterlist (will be up somewhere this week)

prologue

next part

🏎️ = Lando

⛸️ = Fay(enne)

⛸️

‘’You go first, I don’t want to be the one falling through the ice, that’s cold!’’

I let out a soft chuckle as my friend, Melanie, stood at the edge of the lake, a scarf around her neck, gloves around her fingers as she looked from the ice to me, very quickly. See, I loved to skate, it was something I used to do when I was little, something to escape the world for just a moment. No, I wasn’t a professional skater, I wish I was, though. I started on some home-made skates my father made me for my 6th birthday. I fell, a lot, but that’s part of life. You fall, get up, fall again, and keep trying till you get better and better, and that’s exactly what I did.

I’m 23 now, and my best friend is holding her phone with her right hand, positioning it so she’d capture the perfect content for when I’d fall through the ice.

‘’It’s been freezing for almost a week straight, Mel, the ice is thick enough!’’ A smile appears on my face when I hear the metal of my skates touch the still untouched ice. It was a beautiful sound, soft, but it pierced through my ears like it was the only thing I could hear. A few steps onto the ice, and I slowly turned around, watching how Melanie slowly put away her phone.

‘’Damnit, that would have made some great content to be fair.’’ She looked over at me with a smirk, a playful one, because I knew she didn’t mean that.

Melanie, she has been my best friend ever since kindergarten. We basically grew up together, only under very different circumstances. We finished primary school together, and even secondary school. However, after that, she went into a different direction for her career, one my parents would never allow me to take. She started modelling, and I was lying when I’d say I wasn’t jealous of her. She started of doing a few shoots for some of her boyfriends at the time. I know what you might be thinking, but Mel would never do THOSE kinds of shoots. She wasn’t your everyday influencer Instagram model, not at all, she’s smart, and made sure to have a backup while modelling.

‘’Come on! It’ll be fun, and totally safe.’’ I teased, skating around the lake to make sure every bit of the water at the top was frozen. I felt like a fish in the water, but on the ice, and not a fish, because that would be… You know what I mean. I felt like home on the ice. Like I said before, I’m not a professional skater. I’m actually a lawyer. I ended law school this year, and I couldn’t be happier to have finished it and never look into those books ever again. I’m a terrible lawyer, at least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself.

‘The only way to do great work is to love what you do’

And well, I don’t love it. I hate it, even. I know many people would want to have a law degree, I know many people would want to finally have that paper and help people, help the innocent ones. But that’s the thing, you don’t get to choose who you defend, especially as a beginner. You take every job you can get, and that’s mostly not the one of the victim’s defenders. You’ll have to work with stubborn people, criminals, the so called ‘bad guys’.

‘’Okay, okay, fine, hold my hand.’’ I skate towards my best friend and hold out my hand for her, making sure she would be stable on the ice before we moved on the slippery surface.

‘’You’re doing great, Mel, just remember, lean forward, and focus on where you want to go.’’

Melanie has supported me every step of the way, even when I finished my degree and got a job at the local skate centre instead of being a lawyer, the path my parents set out for me. It was a hard decision, and one that came with consequences, but it was the first time I had actually gone against my parent’s commands. I felt torn, because they were the ones that paid for my university, they were the ones that made all the effort and what did I do? I just chose my own way, my own path, after everything they did for me. I know they want to see me happy, but telling them I wouldn’t be happy pursuing my career as a lawyer was the hardest thing to do, and they didn’t take it well. That’s why I moved out. That’s why I took the job as a skate instructor for the little kids, ages around 7 to 9, at the local skate centre.

‘’I have a better idea, why don’t we grab a hot chocolate and have dinner at my place tonight? I heard there’s this new club opening, and guess who got tickets for the grand opening?’’ She tugged my hands slightly, mostly to keep herself balanced on the ice, but also because of the excitement.

That’s the thing of having a well-known friend, she always knew where to go and where to be, receiving invitations for one of the biggest club openings, and me always being her plus one.

‘’One more round on the ice, and we have a deal.’’

‘’Okay,’’ Melanie groaned, holding my hand tightly. ‘’Fine, but just one!’’

🏎️

‘’What’s up chat! I’m back! I know, three times in a row, pretty mint huh?’’ I positioned myself in the chair, the headphones on my head, a snack on the side, next to my bottle of water. I scan through the chat, trying my best to read some of the comments, ignoring most of them.

The season ended, not the best way possible, but it could have been worse. The upgrades we brought the second half of the season made a big improvement to the car, and I’m quite glad about that. We’re going into the direction I wanted, which is up, and times like these are the moments I’m grateful for the patience I’ve had with McLaren.

‘’It’s gonna be a shorter stream though, chat, cuz I have somewhere to be after this.’’ I take a bite from the biscuits I held on the desk, immediately taking a sip of water after it.

‘Do you have a date?’

‘Where are you going after this?’

‘What are you eating?’

I quickly scan through the reactions, not really answering any of them. I loved to stream. I wasn’t able to do it a lot because of the busy season we had. Because of the busy schedule I had, but right now it was a little more toned down, meaning I had found a few free hours I could sit and talk to the camera on Twitch.

‘’Thanks for all the gifted subs, everyone! Holy shit, I can’t even keep up with them.’’ I laughed, trying my best to thank every single person that popped up on my screen. I never could get used to the amount of support I was getting from the fans. People chanting my name, the thousands of bracelets people would make for me, taking the time and effort to create something for me, it was surreal.

As the chat buzzed with questions and comments, I couldn’t help but smile at the energy radiating through the screen. The support from my fans was overwhelming in the best possible way. I glanced at the clock, realising time was ticking away faster than I anticipated.

‘’Alright, let’s jump into a quick Q&A, chat!’’ I announced, grabbing a handful of questions popping up in the chat. ‘’First up, where am I headed after this? Well, I’ve got a charity event lined up. Gotta give back when I can, right?’’

The chat exploded with emojis and words of encouragement. I chuckled at the flood of enthusiasm, feeling grateful for the platform that allowed me to connect with such an incredible community.

‘’Next question,’’ I continued, scrolling through the comments. ‘’What am I eating? Just some biscuits, nothing fancy.’’ I reach for the packaging of the biscuits, showing them to the camera. ‘’Not sponsored!’’ I joked afterwards.

Time flew by faster than expected, and as the charity event drew nearer, I reluctantly announced the stream’s conclusion. The chat flooded with messages expressing gratitude and excitement for the next stream.

‘’Thanks everyone, it’s been fun! You’re the best, love ya. I’ll catch you in the next one.’’ I said, creating a heart with my hands before I ended the stream.

I quickly gathered my things, leaving the streaming setup behind as I rushed to the charity event.

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It’s been a while since I went out to a club, especially one where a basic pair of jeans and a nice top weren’t ‘good enough’. The club we were headed to wasn’t your ordinary ‘I’m bored with my friends so let’s go out’ kind of club, not even close. It was a higher-end, new, influencer filled kind of club, one where normal people like me wouldn’t usually get access to. At least, if you didn’t have a model as a friend.

Melanie had been modeling ever since we finished secondary school, she got scouted by many modeling agencies across Europe, but she always chose the one near London, near me. She was like an older sister to me and when times were rough, she’d be there and vice versa.

‘’You know? I’m quite jealous of you, actually.’’ Melanie got me confused by that comment, she, jealous of me, what for?

‘’Oh?’’ I furrowed my eyebrows slightly but remained focused on applying my mascara.

‘’Your natural beauty, your eyebrows, your lashes, and oh my god your lips.’’ She said, sipping her wine as she applied some nude lip-gloss on her plump lips. I knew where she was going with it all. I never had surgery, not once in my life. I never wanted to, because maybe I was a little proud of my so called ‘natural beauty’. I barely wore make up, and whenever I did, it was a simple clear brow gel and a lip balm. My lashes were dark, black, long and they had volume without me having to do anything about it aside from curling them. My eyebrows weren’t black, but a nice dark colour of brown that matched my hair. My lips, never done anything about them, no fillers, nothing. I’m not saying anything is wrong with having fillers, I think it’s beautiful on Melanie, really natural as well, it just wasn’t something I’d see myself doing.

‘’Your lips are so.. urgh, plump, I wish I had that.’’ She says as she finished her make up and moved on to pick out an outfit from her never-ending closet. ‘’What do you think, this Versace dress? Oh, or this Elisa one?’’ She says, holding out two black sparkly dresses.

‘’Left,’’ I start the beginning of my next sentence. ‘’You have gorgeous lips.’’ I say, full honesty. ‘’Yeah, but they’re fake.’’ Melanie says and simply grabs the Elisa dress and starts putting it on, making sure every one of her curves and pros of her body were nicely hugged with the expensive fabric.

‘’Mel…’’ I sighed, closing the tube of mascara, and placing it back in her vanity as I almost always used her make up. ‘’I know, I’m just kidding, I’m just saying, maybe you should start to model too, it’s gonna give me competition, but if it’s you, I can handle it.’’ She teases with a smirk, making me roll my eyes.

‘’Come on, Fay, let’s go.’’

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phynali · 1 year

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Tumblr tip sheet for twitter refugees

i’ve seen a lot of different advice posts but none that had what i consider all the key advice in one spot, so here we are. long post ahead.

1. your dash can be put into reverse chronological order and it is a BETTER experience if you do that

Go to your settings -> Dashboard -> Preference

Turn “Best Stuff First” OFF

2. you can (and likely should!) turn off algorithmic content

Under the same menu. Settings -> Dashboard -> Preferences

There are two algorithms on tumblr.

One is “In your orbit” and I fucking hate it. i want to see the content that I like, not that some random person i follow likes. if i wanted to see that content on my dash, i’d follow the people who put it there.

The other is “based on your likes” and it is hilariously bad because if you like a post for something you don’t normally like or follow (e.g., when I watched a new movie and liked one post about it), you’ll suddenly get a dozen posts about that thing and only that thing.

I keep it on because it’s hilariously bad, but i honestly recommend turning it off. it routinely recommends shit to me that i hate and i have to keep telling it that i am “not interested in this post” for things tagged with my nOTP, but until / unless i filter that ship tag out entirely, i will keep being serviced those

3. filtering / blacklisting is your friend

this is true on every platform, not just tumblr. i’m sure veteran twitter users are well-versed in it, but just as a reminder. you will be expected to filter your own content/dash here on tumblr, and if you complain about seeing something that was properly tagged, you will be rightly mocked as a clown.

Settings -> Account -> Content You See

you can filter both tags and post content. There’s a completely innocuous post i absolutely hate that does rounds and is never tagged, and i almost unfollowed a mutual for how much i hate that post and them reblogging it so much. but i typed a specific sentence from that post into the “filtered post content” options and BOOM - haven’t seen it since. glorious.

4. content controls are your friend

under the same “Content You See” menu. You are automatically opted OUT of seeing this stuff, so you MUST opt in to see mature content.

you’ll want to determine your own preferences, but i prefer to see all of the mature content types that may be hit with a community label.

5. long posts are (probably) your friend

tumblr cuts posts over a few lines if you have this turned off, and it’s really annoying and really truncates your experience of the website. THIS is itself a long post!

part of the quintessential tumblr experience is being annoyed by the “do you love the color of the sky” post.

seriously, this isn’t twitter. we aren’t here for 280 character bite-sized posts. i 10/10 recommend keeping long posts on.

Settings -> Dashboard -> Interface

6. blog-specific settings

there is also a menu for additional settings (including updating the appearance etc) for each blog you have (your main, and any sideblogs).

this is near the end of your options under Settings -> Blog Settings (click the individual blog to update)

under your blog settings you can...

- enable your custom theme (which you should! this is turned off for new users but personalizing your page is part of the experience)

- decide if you want people to know what posts you’re liking and who you’re following. i do NOT, so these are off. internet privacy is allowed on tumblr, and don’t let anyone bully you into thinking you need to make everything public for their supervision. consume all the problematic content your little gremlin content desires and tell people to fuck off if they take issue with that.

- determine if and how others can interact with your blog!! there some settings about asks, messaging, tipping (if you’re here to make $$), whether people can even SEE your blog, if it’s searchable, etc. tumblr gives power and control back to the users! use that power!

here, you can specifically set your “Ask” preferences to on or off, and to accept or NOT accept asks from anonymous users / logged out users.

if you’re here to interact with friends or just vibe, or don’t reblog a lot of asks games or encourage anon inbox messages, and/or especially if you’re getting harasment and don’t want to deal with shitty users, it is okay to turn off anons, and i ENCOURAGE you to do so.

i keep it on for my fandom sideblogs and off for my main and this makes me happy. do what makes you happy.

7. etiquette and interface

- change your icon so no one thinks you’re a bot

- reblog posts so your account isn’t empty. also, with algorithmic content turned off by most users, YOU are the algorithm, and interaction on this website is strongly encouraged. making or reblogging posts part of the experience and sort of the whole point

- reblog tagging: individual preferences apply. instead of adding a comment on a reblog, users will often add their thoughts in a tag, if they aren’t specifically looking to engage in a dialogue or add on to the post itself. other users can then decide to copy their tags (often with “prev” for “previous” appended) or even copy/paste them into a comment on their reblog, which is your tags “passing peer review”. people also tag to index posts so their blog is more searchable, and to include trigger warnings and content warnings related to a post. you can also choose to not tag anything. it’s your blog, do what you want.

- tags are how people find new content. if you make a new post and want people to find it, they will be searching the tag related to that content, so tag it accordingly. people can also follow tags and get notifications when new posts are made into that tag.

- do not censor words! this isn’t tiktok or twitter. we say ‘fuck’ and ‘kill’ here. if you write “unalive” or censor swears or triggers, people’s content filters do not work, and you will have undermined their ability to curate their content, moderate their experience, and avoid triggers. don’t do that. just spell out the whole goddamn word, please.

- you can make sideblogs under a single account! this means you have your main, which you interact (like, reply, and follow) from, but which can be used to have a space for all your posts and reblogs on a given topic (fandom, hobby, fixation, whatever). you can also direct message to/from a sideblog and accept asks etc.

- if you use tumblr in your browser, there is an add-on called XKIT. this used to be a tumblr user staple and allowed for a lot of functionality that tumblr didn’t used to have. tumblr has since very much upped their game, but it can still be worth using XKIT if you’re regularly in a browser and not on the app. for example, it includes some ad-blocking capabilities. I use “New Xkit” and have a few personalized settings with it.

- posts go around forever on this site and new memes crop up every day, retreat, and then resurge out of the blue randomly. this makes for tumblr-wide in-jokes that circulate for years, like “do you love the color of the sky” and the “color theory children’s hospital” post. if you don’t get these, you can ask and i’m sure tumblr will deliver, but you can also wait around and follow more people and these will turn up eventually.

- your dash is what you make it. your interaction is what you make it. you have control, you are not at the mercy of algorithms and advertisers if you don’t want to be. paying for ad-free browsing is an option. they even give you the option to toggled your ad settings within ad-free browsing. seriously - you. have. the. control.

this is something that we love about tumblr and one of the things that makes it our hellsite (affectionate) instead of our hellsite (derogatory). if you’re finding your experience to be negative but still want to stick around, i encourage you to block accounts or content that makes you unhappy or anxious, to follow the accounts that bring you joy, and to adjust your settings into whatever makes you happiest and least stressed out.

#tumblr #twitter #twitter refugees #tumblr tips #fellow tumblr veterans what did i miss?#long post #long post for ts #ts was tumblr savior aka an extension from about a decade ago that people used for content filtering #i think before xkit existed?#and some of us still use the 'for ts' tags because people use to blacklist/filter content based on that wording #i guess it's not really needed for long posts anymore since people can turn those off in their dash preferences now #but old habits die hard #anyway this barely touches on the unique tumblr culture but i hope that culture sticks around despite an influx of new users

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kissingghouls · 1 year

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The King

Part Three - The Consequences // ao3 // part one // part two Vampire Secondo x Female Reader

Summary: Complications arise following Mary's call. What are you and a vampire man to do?

tags: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, horror themes, VAMPIRE VIOLENCE, violence, smut, BLOOD, poisoning, minor character death, so much blood, so much smut, more tags on ao3.

15k words, my loves.

I want to thank @ramblingoak for everything. The hand holding, the cheerleading, the pre-approval of just about every word in this thing. I could not have done this without you. 💖 shouts out to all my discord ghesties and everyone who liked, commented and/or reblogged this work, The Count, and the Suck Club extended universe. There is so much incredible talent and love in this fandom 💖💕✨

Part Three: The Consequences

It took seven men to bring Mina down, five of which she took with her. Had the outcome been different you would have been in complete awe of the woman. Instead, you were left mourning her.

It was only after her death that you learned anything about Mina. She had trained in several disciplines, all of which drew Secondo’s attention years ago. She was a Doll first, but over time she became a trusted member of his security detail, someone he relied on to keep him and the others safe. You were angry with yourself for only learning this now.

You curled up on the bed, drawing your knees tight to your chest as Secondo paced the length of his room. He hadn’t spoken much since hanging up with Mary. The silence pressed hard on the room, growing heavier with each of his steps until you couldn’t stand it any longer. You crawled from the bed and blocked his path, forcing him to stop long enough to get your arms around his middle. As you pressed your face into his chest the dam broke, and tears spilled from your eyes.

He stiffened under your touch. “Tesorino, I—”

You shook your head and maneuvered his strong arms around your body, urging him to hold you. “Please, just…just for a second. Please.”

There was a part of you that knew he didn’t understand what you were doing or what you might need, that he didn’t know what he might need. This was the best that you had to offer without words that would surely come out wrong and fuck everything up. His hold began to tighten as it sunk in and neither of you needed to say anything about it at all.

And you fell so much more madly in love with him.

When the tears stopped, he reluctantly let you go in favor of swiping his thumbs under your eyes to dry your cheeks. He cradled your face, dipping down just enough to softly press his lips to yours.

“I need to go to the club,” he told you quietly. There was no question in it, just a flat statement that burst the little bubble the two of you had inhabited for the past few hours.

“I’m coming with you,” you countered. It didn’t matter whether he wanted you to or not. If these people had no problem killing Mina, you knew they were far more dangerous than he would ever say. You were never going to let him out of your sight again.

He studied you for a moment, debating whether he wanted to argue. He relented and took your hand, leading you into his ridiculously sized closet. His suits lined the walls, neatly tucked into a set order, followed by his shirts and his shoes. Rows of drawers housed his collection of watches and cuff links, and he watched you open and close each one with a fond smile, delighted by your growing fascination with his things.

None of the things mattered anymore now that you were his. He couldn’t stop himself from shuffling over and draping his body over yours.

Idolatry looked abandoned, the husk of the building unlit and cast in shadow. The front parking lot was completely empty, all those neat rows of spaces normally filled with luxury cars left bare. Secondo pulled around the back, parking his own stupidly expensive car next to that ridiculous SUV Mary had cursed the day before.

Inside it was quiet, all the normal hum and buzz of thumping music shut off in favor of Mary barking directions. The sharp smell of bleach stung your nostrils and you pinned yourself to Secondo’s side, gripping his arm to try to avoid looking too closely at the room. Aside from a few overturned tables and the handful of body bags against the wall, the club was largely still in order, just heavily soaked in a chemical smell.

Lucy stood in the middle of the room without a stitch of makeup, her face puffy and red even under the dim lights. It was odd, almost uncomfortable to see her wearing casual clothes—a pair of grey sweatpants that were at least a size too big, probably thrown on hastily once she heard the news. Her head turned slowly toward you and Secondo, her expression changing to something harsh.

New, angry tears streamed down her face as she gritted her teeth and stomped toward her boss. She began to hurl insults at him with every step, balling her hands into fists while she screamed. She struck him hard in the chest once she was close enough, then again and again until she slammed both of her fists into him with all her might. She was screaming incoherently with each heavy blow, but Secondo simply tucked you behind him and let her swing.

“This is all your fault!” she wailed. “You didn’t keep her safe. You fucking left to save yourself and it’s your fucking fault. Do you hear me? Mina is fucking dead because of you.”

“Lucy, I—” he tried.

“I don’t want to hear it! You tell me. You tell me right now what you’re going to do about this.”

“I—I—”

“I know what you are,” she seethed her chest heaving as she stared him down. “You hear me? I know what you are and you better fucking fix this before more innocent people get killed.”

“Lucy!” Mary hissed, bounding across the room to pull her away from their boss.

“Lucy,” he tried again. “I’m—”

She shook off Mary’s hold and swung wide, punching the vampire in the mouth. Her fist connected hard enough that Secondo brought his hand to his face in shock.

“Lucy!” Mary yelled, grabbing at her again.

He drew his hand away, his lip bloodied. He didn’t react, just stared down at the blood on his fingers. The room fell painfully silent as Lucy launched herself away from Mary and spat directly in Secondo’s face.

“You fucking fix it,” she hissed, finally letting Mary grab her and pull her from the room. The rest of the security team followed suit, no one wanting to stick around to see what his reaction might be.

No one but you.

He dropped onto the edge of the stage with a heavy sigh but kept silent. You could feel the anger radiating off him, the waves almost visible like heat on asphalt. You pulled the cuff of your sleeve over the edge of your hand and carefully swiped Lucy’s spit from his face while urging him to look at you.

“Talk to me,” you offered.

He shook his head. “You should go.”

You brought your other hand to his face, forcing him to look at you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“She’s right. What I am…they killed Mina because of me.”

“I like what you are.”

He scoffed at you. “No, you don’t. You have no idea what I really am.”

“Show me.”

He pulled away from you, shaking his head. “No.”

You grabbed his collar and pulled yourself up on the stage, your legs resting on either side of his. You made a show of lowering yourself onto his thighs, his every muscle flexing as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Show me.”

“I can’t,” he whispered back.

“Baby,” you purred, drawing your lips and teeth over his strong jaw. “You’re not going to scare me off. I knew you were a vampire before you fucked me on that desk, remember? I like what you are.”

“Baby?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“What? You want me to call you Daddy?”

He groaned and shifted under you, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “I told you; you have to stop calling me that.”

“Fucking make me then.”

A low rumble rose from his chest, a growl meant to warn you away from his true nature, but all it really did was make you soak through your panties. You rocked your core against him, heat rising through your belly as you felt him growing hard beneath you. You were his now, no matter what, and if you had to prove it by dragging this side out of him, then you wouldn’t hesitate.

You watched his eyes darken; pupils blown out completely as you pulled the bandages from your neck. You brought his hand to your throat, holding his fingers over the wound he’d made.

“I’m still yours, Secondo.”

His grip tightened, fingers closing slightly around your throat as he captured you in a bruising kiss. His teeth caught your lip, easily splitting it open to have your blood mix with his as his tongue invaded your mouth. You felt the bite reopen against his touch, blood slowly beading on the surface.

“I need—” he pleaded.

“Do it.”

He dropped his hand and pressed his teeth into the bite, drinking deep as a guttural sound left him. His arms locked around you, keeping you close as he rutted against you desperately. He pulled off your neck, panting hard as he drew the traces of you from his teeth. He smiled and shoved his hand down your panties, curling his fingers into your entrance without warning.

“Gonna make you mine all over again,” he growled into your ear as he withdrew his fingers. He slipped out from under you and ripped your shirt over your head before pushing you down on the stage.

A small whimper escaped your lips as you looked over your shoulder to catch him stroking himself while watching you, his trousers hanging halfway off the edge of the stage. He slipped one hand under you, easing your hips up so he could tease the head of his thick cock against your entrance, sliding himself through your folds while praising you with pretty words that didn’t match his tone.

“Baby, please,” you begged.

He folded himself over you, fisting a hand in your hair and yanking your head back. “Please what?”

You mewled under him, trying to push back against his body as you searched for relief. You knew he was strong, much stronger than he let on. Feeling him position you just how he wanted, knowing he was going to take you how he wanted was a bigger turn on than you could’ve imagined. “Please,” you begged again. “Please show me I’m yours.”

He smiled, using the hand in your hair to turn your face toward the mirror at the back of the stage. “Is that what you want to see, tesorino?”

Before you could answer, he pushed into you, burying himself with a quick thrust that left your mouth hanging open and your eyes rolling back. The stretch of him inside your cunt burned despite how wet you were, but he gave you a moment to adjust as his hand left your hair in favor of your tits. He pinched your nipple between his fingers, waiting for you to whine and writhe against him as he drew his hips back slowly.

You clawed helplessly at the glossy floor, trying to anchor yourself to anything as he brought his hands to your hips and pushed back into you. He set a steady pace, pulling at your hips to meet each rough thrust. You watched him in the mirror, biting into his own lip as he pounded into that spot inside you that brought you screaming over the edge. He fucked you even harder through your orgasm, almost immediately drawing a second wave of bliss from you. Your knees were killing you and you were fairly sure you wouldn’t be able to walk after this, but you begged him not to stop, to take what he needed from you.

He wrapped a hand around your throat again, squeezing tight as he pulled you back against him and thrust deep. He bit into the other side of your neck as he came, grunting hard as he pumped each hot pulse into you. You came apart completely, your body going limp against his. Gently, he eased you down, laying you across the stage as he pulled out and withdrew his teeth from your neck. He collapsed next to you, breathing hard.

“Tesorino,” he sighed. “Are you ok?”

“I’m better than ok.”

He huffed out a small laugh and dropped a kiss on your shoulder. “Thank you, tesorino.”

It took every ounce of strength, but you turned your head to face him. “For what?”

He shrugged. “Everything.”

Somewhere behind you, Mary cleared their throat. “Guys, I’m really not trying to interrupt, but can you please take it upstairs? There are still bodies I have to get rid of.”

Secondo let you recover on the velvet chaise in his office, his suit jacket draped over you like a blanket. He busied himself digging through the security footage, trying to figure out exactly how this could have happened. Idolatry was supposed to be safe. He’d built a fortress in the middle of the city to protect himself and the people he’d tried so hard not to get attached to and it still failed. These hunters had destroyed everything he’d worked for in a matter of hours, taking one of his precious Dolls with them.

Whoever the hunters were, they didn’t seem to operate under the same moral codes of the past. Mina should have been off limits to any of them, no matter how hard she fought back. The security tapes showed exactly how hard she fought, a sequence of events even he found difficult to watch. They’d killed his friend. Before you, he knew he would’ve never admitted that even to himself, but now his entire world was different.

No one was going to touch you or his friends again.

A knock on the door pulled his attention away from the horrific video. Mary gave a slight wave from the open door, their arms full of random objects as they waited for permission to enter. Secondo raised an eyebrow and gestured for them to come inside, not quite understanding until Mary nodded toward you. He realized Mary was trying to give him space with you, not sure how much room the two of you needed to be comfortable. He thought maybe you would’ve been fine with anything, but Mary knew him well enough to consider just how weird the entire situation was. But when he really thought about it, he hadn’t been uncomfortable around you at all—not after you’d kissed him.

He watched as Mary gently pulled you into a seated position and pressed a juice box into your hand, urging you to drink. They squinted at the marks on your neck before digging into a first aid kit and motioned for Secondo to join them. He held your hand while Mary dabbed at your wounds, cleaning up the bloody mess he’d made of you. They showed him every step, each little piece of the human needs puzzle so he would know how to fix you up better next time. There were more pink bandages covered in cartoon cats because Mary simply couldn’t help themselves, but the newer bite was worse than he’d intended. That one required him to hold a patch against your neck while Mary stretched medical tape over the edges with a sigh.

“You should get her out of here,” Mary suggested flatly.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he argued gruffly. “I can’t leave. I have to find out who these people are.”

“You need to take care of your very human girlfriend, Boss—”

“I am,” he snapped in a tone that suggested Mary should be very, very careful.

“You are,” Mary agreed quickly. “But she’s very weak, Boss. If they could do that to Mina…They already got in once. There’s nothing stopping them from coming back and if they did? Right now? What do you think would happen?”

Secondo watched you take a long pull from the straw poking out from the top of the juice box, its insides caving in as you went.

“Mary’s right,” you added drowsily, your voice quieted by your efforts not to move your neck. “If they can kill Mina like that, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill me in front of you.”

“Tesorino—”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t fight back, but strategy is probably the better option here.”

He brought a hand to your face, smoothing a thumb over your cheek. “You’re very smart, tesorino.”

“Hmm, I thought I was ‘kind of hopeless.’”

His face fell, eyes darting back and forth as he thought hard, the realization hitting him like a truck. Idolatry had so many patrons it was impossible to know them all, but the people in that video were somehow familiar. “They’ve been here before.”

“Yeah, Boss. We’re still trying to figure out how they got in—”

“No, they’ve been here before. They’re…they’re members. They must have been for a while now. That man that grabbed you right after Halloween, the one at that club—”

“Oh, fuck,” Mary groaned. “Ok now you two really need to get out of here. Go back to the penthouse and lay low, ok? I’ll reach out to some of my contacts and see if we can find these assholes.”

“Mary, it’ll be fine—” he tried.

“I’m not worried about you,” Mary hissed through gritted teeth.

Both of their painted faces turned to look at you.

“What did I do?”

“Well, for one, you fucked a vampire—”

“Ok Mary,” Secondo said loudly as he stood. “We get it. We’re going. Just…she’s not the only human I worry about.”

Mary cringed. “You’re not going to try to kiss me, are you?”

Secondo scowled at them; every line of his face exaggerated by the paint. “Don’t die.”

The ride back to the penthouse was quiet. Secondo’s hand rested protectively on your thigh the entire time, using the occasional squeeze to ground him in his thoughts. You didn’t want to say it, but you suspected that one little phrase was the most he’d ever expressed how he felt toward Mary. As much as it would be great to have Secondo finally in touch with his feelings, you doubted that was truly the case. It was something you’d only noticed a handful of times, that look on his face when he was deeply concerned. It was there when you’d been attacked and that night he tucked you into your bed. And it was there when he said goodbye to Mary at Idolatry.

The vampire was worried.

He kept it to himself, of course, locked up behind the tight line of his lips. When you arrived at the penthouse, he didn’t bother to join you on the sofa. Instead, he went straight to the kitchen and busied himself with whatever he could find. You shuffled over and wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your face into his back as you tried to mimic his pose from earlier. You were nowhere near tall enough to completely envelope the man, but you latched on with all your strength anyway.

He placed a hand against your arms, letting his frantic movements slow with a soft hum. “Are you hungry, tesorino?”

You shrugged against him, not wanting to give up your position.

“I…It helps me sometimes. Cooking. It helps me calm down,” he admitted.

“That explains the lasagna,” you said with a light laugh. “And I believe I was promised food anyway?”

“Did I not satisfy your hunger last night, tesorino?”

You groaned, your cheeks heating up as you pushed your face even harder against him. “You’re so obnoxious.”

“Only for you.”

“Wow, I’m so lucky,” you teased sarcastically.

“Yeah, you really are.”

You rolled your eyes and pretended to dry heave as you peeled yourself off him and hopped on the counter. He grew quiet again, opting to tap a finger against your nose before shifting your leg out of the way. He reached into the cabinet below, grabbing whatever cookware he needed to distract himself from everything that was going on.

You watched him with a soft smile as he moved through the kitchen he knew so well, wondering how often it was he indulged in such things. There was a flow and a familiarity to his movements, like a muscle memory he couldn’t unlearn if he wanted to. Someday, you’d ask him about these things, about his past and who’d taught him to prepare food with such graceful movements. But today you were happy to watch silently as this man who had captured all your attention continued to surprise you.

When he finished, he passed you a plate before jumping up on the counter next to you. You sat shoulder to shoulder, still in silence aside from the occasional scrape of a fork. It was a comfortable quiet the two of you hadn’t yet been afforded. A brief moment of normalcy where you could rest your head on his shoulder and just exist together. It didn’t last long, but it was more than enough when he dropped a kiss on the top of your head and completely relaxed against you. You wanted to stay in that feeling forever, the soft and warm safety of belonging to someone who wanted to belong to you, but the quiet burst like a bubble, collapsing around you as his phone rumbled to life in his pocket.

He checked it quickly, letting you know Mary had sent an update as he read the lines of text. His teeth found his lip, chewing on the painted skin as his eyes darted back and forth. A heavy sigh left him before he heaved himself off the counter and gave you a worried look.

“These hunters…they’ve attacked others already. Mary said they have a poison—some kind of toxin that weakens us and they—” He swallowed hard, before continuing in a serious tone. “There’s something you should know.”

“If you’re going to start another ‘you shouldn’t be with me’ speech, I swear—”

“No, tesorino. I feel no guilt about my part in what happened. But all of this may be my own fault.”

“Ok,” you said slowly, sliding off the counter to reach for him. “You can tell me anything. Anything.”

He licked his lips as he looked down at you, some nervous gesture you hadn’t yet seen from him. He took your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. “Our existence is…complicated. That’s part of the reason my brothers and I have settled so far apart. But before you started working for me, Terzo and I went to visit Copia. He was…being threatened by a religious organization—”

“You mean like a church?”

“An abbey full of satanic nuns, actually. They occupied part of his castle as some half-baked safety measure. I guess it kept curious townspeople away.”

“Huh. So, what happened?”

“They threatened him—threatened to kill him, to expose him. So, the three of us tore through the entire abbey in one night. It…it wasn’t pretty.”

You squeezed his hand. “Why would they threaten him? If they lived there…if they knew who he was…”

Secondo let a soft, shy smile grace his lips. “He fell in love with one of their nuns.”

You nodded slowly. “The Countess is a nun? A vampire Count and a nun?”

“She was. But the Sisters of Sin are far from your typical nuns, tesorino.”

“But if these nuns threatened him, all you did was protect him.”

“I suppose.”

“Baby, your brother needed help and you helped him. I don’t see how that could be a bad thing. Especially under the circumstances if his only crime was falling for someone. Unless that’s…” you trailed off, not wanting to say it aloud.

He cupped your face. “Tesorino, no. It should have been no one’s business, but it was. And unfortunately, killing that many humans doesn’t usually go unnoticed. And Copia turned the Countess without even thinking about it first.”

“What, you guys have some governing body to answer to?”

He shook his head. “Not in so many words, no. There are just…rules. Things that are supposed to keep us safe or keep you safe from us.”

“I’m safe with you.”

He shrugged. “You might not be.”

“Stop. I told you I don’t want to do that again—”

“I know, I’m not—I don’t want you to go, but these people are dangerous. You could get hurt or…they killed Mina without a second thought, and I don’t know what they’re going to do next.”

“What about your brothers?” you asked softly.

“What about them?”

“Couldn’t you call them and have them help you? Like you helped them?”

He shook his head. “It would only make things worse.”

“I don’t—”

“No, you don’t. There is no quick fix for what is happening. If I call them, if they come here—it has consequences, worse than the ones we’re facing now. We don’t even know who these people are; all we know is that they’re after me. I won’t bring my brothers here and deliver them to fucking vampire hunters.”

“But couldn’t they help you—”

“No,” he snapped harshly and quickly began to panic, a thousand apologies falling from his lips. “I’m sorry, amore. But no. I know you mean to help but I can’t. I couldn’t bring them here any easier than I could send you away.”

“So, what do we do?” you asked and looked up at him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, a dam ready to burst as you tried to hold back every worry. You could care less about what happened to you, but the thought of losing him hurt so much, an ache so deep you felt it with everything you were—bones and teeth and blood. Nothing was free from that horrible feeling as you reached for him, desperately wrapping yourself around him and hiding your face against his chest.

He slid an arm around you, holding you there as his phone began to ring again. He frowned at the screen, the indication that Mary was calling made both of your stomachs sink. He slid his thumb across the screen to accept the call, immediately switching to speaker as his grip on you tightened.

“Mary?” he asked carefully.

“Boss don’t—” Mary yelled, but the voice was far from the phone.

“We have your little pet,” a man spat into the phone over the sound of Mary struggling. “We normally wouldn’t bother, but you have an unusual attachment to your humans, Secondo. Is the girl with you?”

“Who are you?” he asked through gritted teeth. His fingers dug hard into your side; whatever calm he’d managed to find was long gone now, buried beneath a seething rage. It was coming off him in the same waves as before, when Lucy had shouted at him, but this time he wasn’t holding it back.

“You’ll find out soon enough, Mr. Emeritus,” the man teased. “That is, if you ever want to see them again.”

Secondo bared his teeth, an animalistic growl rising from his chest. “If you hurt them—”

“What? What will the big bad vampire do to little old me? Relax, old man. We’re not interested in hurting the familiar, we want you. So, what do you say, hm? What if I give you three days to make up your mind? You give yourself up or I kill your familiar. You choose.”

His chest heaved, fingernails breaking the skin and cutting into you as the man made his sickening offer. He didn’t bother letting Secondo answer. The man dropped this horrible ultimatum and ended the call before either of you could think.

“Baby?” you asked softly, shifting under his arm to alleviate the pressure from his hand.

He let up as he stared down at his phone, eyebrows knitted together. “Sorry,” he whispered softly. “I didn’t mean—”

“It’s ok,” you assured him. “What can I do?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, tesorino. You stay right here. I’m going to call my brothers.”

It wasn’t the sound of the elevator that woke you, but the sudden absence of Secondo’s body. That chime had pulled him from you faster than you thought possible. He’d barely left your side after the phone call, some part of him always touching you for reassurance that you were there, that you were ok. It was hard to see him so tense, but you did your best to offer him comfort in whatever way he seemed to accept. Staying within arm’s reach, tucking yourself into his side, occasionally pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth; it was a simple list of things, but he’d relaxed against each one and finally allowed himself to doze off next to you.

As you slipped from the bed, you could hear him speaking distantly. A conversation moved between voices you didn’t recognize, the living room full of more life than ever. His brothers had arrived, their tones a little more easygoing than yours would’ve been, given the situation. Truthfully, you still didn’t know much about them. It was possible they had faced much worse in however many years of existence.

“I can’t believe you would show up like this,” Secondo groaned, his voice growing louder as you moved out of the bedroom and down the hallway.

“What is the problem, fratello?” the slightly smaller man asked. His face was painted like Secondo’s, though the design was different. He was dressed in an elaborate military uniform, complete with tails and gold accents. “You said war.”

“Epaulets?” Secondo barked. “The two of you in matching outfits is already too much, but epaulets? Seriously?”

“Hey,” the woman snapped, pushing herself between the two men. She was dressed in a uniform of her own, perfectly matched to the vampire next to her. Her paint was slightly more subtle with thick black rings surrounding her eyes. You realized they must be the Count and the Countess. “Little Lord Terzo walked in wearing a tux and you’re not yelling at him.”

“Yes, because I look amazing,” Terzo said proudly, dramatically sweeping a white glove over his outfit. His face was painted as well, but still different from his brothers with bold geometric lines drawn over his skin.

“Fuck, this was a terrible idea,” Secondo whined, burying his face in his hands as he dropped onto the sofa.

The Countess’s eyes went wide. Without Secondo’s massive form blocking out the room, she could see right to where you were standing.

“Hey Twos? Did you forget to mention something else on the phone?” the Countess asked lightly.

“What?”

Terzo turned and followed her line of sight, his eyes landing straight on you skirting the edge of the room. “Oh, fratello. Are you playing with your food now?”

Secondo moved too fast. Barely a blink, and he was across the room with Terzo hauled up by the collar, feet kicking wildly. “Watch your mouth, stronzino,” he ground out and dropped Terzo like dead weight before turning to you. “Tesorino, these are my idiot brothers Copia and Terzo,” he explained, pointing at the two men. “And this is the Countess, who is only dressed like an idiot.”

“This is vintage,” Terzo hissed from the ground.

“I don’t care,” Secondo sang.

The Countess looked back and forth from Secondo to you, a slight look of worry gracing her face before it changed to something happier. She crossed the room, tears spilling from her eyes as she ran toward you and pulled you into a hug. Her strength rivaled Secondo’s as she dragged you around like a rag doll. “The accountant.”

“Yes,” Secondo groaned and told them your name. “Now put her down, she’s a human not a kitten.”

“Um, hello,” you managed awkwardly as the Countess set you back down. “Sorry we’re not meeting under different circumstances.”

“Under different circumstances this stronzo would have kept you to himself,” Terzo said with a snort. He stepped toward you, giving you an appreciative look up and down. The action was not at all subtle, nor was the way he brought a gloved hand to your face, caressing your cheek. “Though I can see why.”

He let out a helpless yelp as Secondo grabbed the back of his jacket and tossed him across the room. “I’ll kill you far more painfully than those hunters, fratellino. Apologize.”

“Mi dispiace,” Terzo squeaked from the ground.

Copia cleared his throat. “He does have a point, Secondo. You also hide in your castle, it’s just—” He made a disgusted face. “Hideously box shaped.”

“I don’t know, amore,” the Countess argued. “It kind of suits him.”

“So glad you came all the way here to hate my apartment and hit on my girlfriend. Can we please focus? Mary is in trouble.”

You felt the mood shift in the room as Secondo all but admitted he was scared for his familiar. The others grew serious for the first time as they settled around the coffee table, each waiting for Secondo’s direction. When he finally spoke, the other vampires began shouting at him. He had delivered the worst plan any of you had ever heard—giving himself up. Whatever he’d said after that didn’t matter.

Copia began to pace, a long string of Italian swears and phrases falling effortlessly from his lips as he traced the length of the room and back. Any other time the family resemblance would have delighted you, but you barely noticed as Secondo’s words fully sunk in.

“You invited us here to watch you die?” Terzo spat venomously, saying exactly what everyone was thinking without any delicacy at all.

“Were none of you listening?” Secondo snapped back.

They began to argue, each vampire trying to shout over the others as you removed yourself from the scene. You closed the bedroom door behind you, trying to dampen the sounds of the argument. You curled up on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest as you chewed on your lip. You had listened, of course, just as the others did, and handing himself over to the hunters was only the first part of his plan, it was still the part that was hardest for any of you to hear.

The idea of losing him knocked the breath from your lungs, a pain that spread and burned deep in your chest. You wanted to scream until your throat bled, but you settled for crying alone in the dark of his room. A handful of days. That’s all the two of you had and it was nowhere near enough. Maybe if you had just said something earlier, maybe if you hadn’t doubted yourself so much the two of you could have had so much more.

“Tesorino?” he called quietly from the doorway.

There was silence behind him, the disagreement between the vampires long settled. You didn’t know how long you had been laying there crying in his bed. He didn’t wait for you to answer; he settled next to you and pulled you into his lap like he had done so many times now. The tears fell harder as you wondered if it would be the last.

“Amore, per favore,” he whispered into your hair. “What happened?”

You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t…I can’t…”

“Tesorino, it will be ok. I will find Mary; my brothers will find me, and I will come back to you.”

“It’s just…we—"

“Amore mio, mio cuore—”

You choked out a small laugh. “I’m your heart now?”

“You have always been my heart, tesorino,” he said and held your hand against his chest. “Who taught you these words, hmm?”

“You think I would have a crush on a sexy Italian man and not do a little research?”

“Who is he? I’ll kill him.”

“Shut up,” you said softly and brought your lips to his.

“Tesorino, mio cuore, ti—”

You covered his mouth with your hands, gently shaking your head. “Don’t,” you begged in a whisper. “I know what you’re going to say, and I feel the same way about you. But right now, I need you to fuck me so hard I can’t remember how scared I am.”

He wrapped his hands around your wrists, pulling your hands away from his mouth. “Need?”

“Please?” you begged again, rocking your hips against him. “I just need—”

He brought his hands to your hips, guiding your movement. “Tell me.”

“I need to feel something else, Secondo. I need you.”

With a growl he turned his body, quickly pinning yours to the bed beneath him. He attacked the space where his borrowed t-shirt fell away from you, leaving your shoulder exposed like a target. He drew his teeth across your collarbone, pressing hard enough you were sure it would leave an angry red line. But you didn’t care what he did as long as he didn’t stop touching you. Somehow you had managed to have the best day of your life and the worst all at the same time, like some cosmic fucking joke about everything having a price. You didn’t want to think anymore, didn’t want to mourn your lost friend, or worry about what might happen to Mary or Secondo in the next few hours. You wanted a moment to just exist, where you and your lover were the only things left.

He moved down your chest, leaving a trail of hot kisses as his hands worked your shirt away from you. He took his sweet time, his mouth wrapping around one nipple, teasing it with his teeth while he pinched the other roughly between his fingers. A pleased hum reverberated in his chest as your hips bucked against him.

“So needy, tesorino,” he whispered against your skin, his thumbs dipping under the waistband of the shorts he’d set aside for you. He jerked them away from your hips, carelessly tossing them over his shoulder in a subtle display of his strength that made your core ache for him.

A new chorus of pleading and begging fell from your lips as he pushed your knees apart and hooked your legs over his shoulders.

“Oh god,” you whimpered as he flicked his tongue across your clit.

“No, not god,” he corrected with a light slap against your ass.

The feeling of his fingers against your entrance chased away whatever thoughts you had in your head. He pushed two fingers inside, slowly drawing them in and out as his mouth worked at your clit. You were a writhing mess beneath him, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as he brought you closer to your end.

And then the smug bastard stopped and looked up at you. “Do you want to cum, tesorino?”

“Secondo, please,” you whined.

He curved his fingers, pressing against the spot inside you that brought your hips off the bed. “You forget who I am, tesorino,” he said with a grin and withdrew his fingers, making a show of sucking them into his mouth. “If you need something from me, you need to ask for it.”

“Please,” you whispered. You tried to squeeze your legs together to relieve the growing pressure, but he was too strong. He kept you where he wanted you, making you want him, need him that much more. “Baby, please,” you asked again, tears of frustration spilling from your eyes. “Will you please make me cum?”

He clicked his tongue and looked down at you. “What if I say no?”

A pathetic, needy whimper escaped you in response. A sound he smiled at all too happily as he grabbed your hips. You braced yourself, ready for him to return his mouth to your aching core, but he flipped you onto your stomach, tossing you around like it was nothing. He drew his fingers over your cunt, gathering slick as he dipped his fingers back inside you, adding a third this time. He pushed you back to the edge, watching as you grasped for the sheets before sliding his fingers back out. You let out a hollow groan that he quickly shushed and slipped his thick, heavy cock between your folds. You shuddered as his tip caught against your clit again and again before he finally lined himself up and pushed into you.

The stretch of him was something you hoped you’d never get used to, the way he claimed your body with his own. It was everything you needed; he was everything you needed, and you loved him so completely you hoped you’d have the courage to tell him. This was hardly the right time, so you swallowed it back down as he wrapped your hair in his fist. He fucked you hard just like you asked, relentlessly pounding into you as you came apart beneath him. His skilled fingers found your clit, toying with your nerves as you arched back against him. It didn’t take long for him to bring you to your end, grunting as you tensed around him. He pressed soft kisses into your shoulder as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, holding you tight to his chest until your body stopped shaking.

“Are you ok, amore?” he asked, lips ghosting over your neck. He leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Can you take more?”

You mewled and nodded, searching for the words to beg him to keep going. A soft “please” was all you could manage. He pulled out of you slowly, groaning at the feeling as his hands found your hips again and guided you onto your back. He bent down, catching your lips in a hungry kiss that was all tongues and teeth as he pushed back into you. He drew his hips back slowly, the drag of him torturous. He kissed every space of your neck he could reach, all the places that weren’t covered with bandages or marks healing slowly from his previous attacks. He urged your legs around him, thrusting deep into you to find that spot that felt so good you thought you might cry. He pushed against it over and over, his mouth crushing against yours as he fucked you slower than he ever had. His hips stuttered as your breath caught in your throat, that familiar pull building in your stomach.

He looked down, a filthy moan escaping as he watched your bodies connect. He pleaded with you, asking you to look at him, to cum for him as his pace picked up and his fingers dug into your hips. You threw your arms around his neck, bringing him down to press your forehead to his as you let go. He gasped softly, his eyes on yours as his muscles went stiff and he spilled inside you with a loud moan.

He kissed you again, lazily drawing his tongue over yours as you both struggled to catch your breath. He pulled out and rolled onto the bed next to you, draping his arm over your stomach and pulling you close with a tired smile.

“You are, you know,” he said softly.

“What’s that?”

He brought your hand to his chest. “Mio cuore.”

“You know you’re mine too, right?” you asked, barely fighting back the tears.

“I do, amore. It might be the only thing I’m sure of anymore.”

You turned to bury your face against his chest, mumbling into his skin. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never,” he promised and kissed the top of your head.

Secondo pulled away from you carefully, checking to make sure he didn’t wake you as he climbed out of bed. He had felt restless for days now, an itch under the skin that only seemed to stop as long as he had his hands on you. But now it was no longer working, the worries too immense to bury by proximity to you alone. For the first time in hundreds of years, he had someone else to consider. He was more than happy about it, but he didn’t want you to feel smothered by his new need to be close to you. Especially with everything that had already happened.

He left you to sleep as he padded softly toward the kitchen, surprised by the faint light of the open fridge. He cleared his throat causing Copia to lean around the door and reveal his disheveled state. His hair was a mess, and his shirt was long gone, paints smeared to hell and back as he clutched a juice box in one hand and a block of cheese in the other.

“Buongiorno fratello,” he said in a scratchy tone. “Can’t sleep?”

“That stuff is for my human guests, you decrepit old man,” Secondo grumbled. He moved around Copia to fetch two rocks glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the nearby bar.

Copia shook his head. “I may be new to all of this, but I don’t think you should call your amore a ‘guest.’”

“Shut up and put the cheese back,” he huffed. Twisting the lid from the bottle, he tossed it aside and poured a glass for his youngest brother, setting it in front of him.

Copia returned the cheese to the fridge and closed the door behind him, the faint light disappearing as it snapped shut. He shuffled over, making a face as he sniffed at the amber liquid in the glass. “Eh—”

“Drink it old man.”

“You’re older than me,” Copia reminded him, grimacing as he chased the statement with a taste of whiskey. “Or does the girl make you feel young again?”

“What makes you think we’re going to talk about this?” Secondo groaned.

“What makes you think we won’t? It is nice to see you happy, fratello. It’s been a long time.”

Secondo shrugged and downed his whiskey in one go. “Could say the same for you.”

“Sì, the Countess has made me a very happy man,” he said with a dreamy sigh. “But that does not solve all my problems.”

The older man snorted. “Not enough room in your castle for two collections of capes?”

“She is young, fratello,” he said and clapped Secondo on the shoulder. “You know how new vampires are, hungry, impulsive. She’s fearless and I love her for that, but I also worry. A lot.”

“You and I both know she can take care of herself—”

“Sì, sì, I have no doubts about that, but it doesn’t stop me from worrying. Doesn’t stop me from loving her more than I love myself. It—love—changes you, fratello.”

Secondo said nothing as he poured himself another glass and swallowed it down as quickly as the first.

“Have you heard from Primo?” Copia asked, mercifully changing the subject.

“I couldn’t reach him. I left a message for him, but I don’t know where he is.”

“That’s—”

“It’s not something we need to worry about right now, fratellino.”

The elevator chimed, cutting off their conversation completely. Both men tensed, ready to advance on any intruder who might emerge. Instead, a drunken Terzo spilled out of the elevator, his bowtie and shirt undone with at least three distinct colors of lipstick around his collar and blood around his mouth.

“Uomini,” Terzo hiccupped and tucked a hand against his stomach as he bowed.

“Idiota,” Secondo ground out, rushing across the room to grab the smaller man. “You stupid, selfish bastard—”

“What did I do?” he squeaked, wrestling against Secondo’s hold.

Secondo shook his head and shoved his brother into the wall. “This city is full of vampire hunters, Terzo. You can’t possibly be this stupid.”

“Do I look dead to you?” he snapped back. “No? I look good and you two look like a couple of old, boring cunts.”

Copia sighed and shook his head, completely uninterested in engaging in Terzo’s games. “I’m going back to the Countess. Secondo, do you mind if I borrow that ice pack?” he asked, but didn’t wait for an answer as he fetched the small pack from the freezer. “My back is killing me.”

Terzo grinned widely. “Can’t keep up with your woman, old man?”

Copia narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about satisfying anyone but yourself, stronzo.”

Secondo smacked the back of Terzo’s head, sending him forward several steps. “Everyone go back to bed, for the love of Satan. Do not leave again.”

Terzo huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s fine, stronzo. I wasn’t—”

“Shut up and go to sleep or so help me I will put you out that window,” Secondo snapped, pretending not to hear Terzo’s smartass retort. Instead, he let his tired legs carry him back to the bedroom, back to you.

With every step he began to regret several moments of his long life. Buying this ridiculous penthouse with far too many bedrooms against Mary’s advice. Buying the SUV Mary hated driving. Severing whatever bond he’d had with his brothers while seeking his own independence and letting that same attitude grow enough to keep him from recognizing his feelings for you. Wandering away from you just before dawn in favor of an argument with those same idiot brothers. And being unable to protect you or Mina or Mary from the things that chased monsters like him in the dark. Maybe after all this he could take you away and live someplace quiet like his brothers did.

He was sure now he would do anything it took to keep you safe.

He slipped back between the blankets, pressing himself to you as close as he could manage. It didn’t do much to quiet his racing thoughts, new worries swirling around the old as you stirred just a little. You turned to face him, gracing him with that sleepy smile he used to daydream about. He pressed a kiss against your forehead as you nuzzled against him, seeking the safety and comfort of his touch. He couldn’t say it. He knew it wasn’t the right time after you stopped him before, but he would tell you soon.

The mattress dipped under the weight of your lover returning to the bed once again. He’d been so anxious while you slept, carefully and quietly leaving your side to return moments later. You assumed he was pacing again, taking long strides through the penthouse and back as he checked on the wellbeing of everyone else in the house. You could only hope it helped. You had no more calming words left to give him; you’d used them all on yourself.

But here he was, back by your side again. You were all too happy to shift closer and let him wrap his strong arms around you. When he didn’t, you rolled over hoping to ask if everything was ok. As you opened your eyes, you realized things were far from ok.

You threw a punch, your fist connecting with the intruder’s nose. Your vision was still blurred, bleary eyed from sleep and an extremely dimly lit room, but you could tell Secondo from anyone. And he didn’t wear silk pajamas.

“Oh, Satan’s dick!” Terzo wailed, a rush of dark blood pouring from his presumably broken nose. It spilled through his fingers, droplets soaking into the sheets. “Satanas, why, dolce?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” you screamed back at him, scrambling to get away. You fell over the far edge, your body hitting the floor with a solid thud.

“I was bored!” Terzo howled behind his hands. “There is nothing to do in this ugly grey box!”

“So what? You thought you’d try your luck with your brother’s girlfriend?”

“Satanas, no! One, he would kill me, and I am quite enjoying my eternal life, thank you very much. Two, I’m here to protect you, not take advantage of you—”

You jumped to your feet, frantically looking back and forth. “Why? Where is Secondo?”

“Eh—”

“You want me to break another bone?”

Terzo grinned widely, the blood from his nose now staining his teeth. “I see why he likes you.”

“Start talking,” you growled as you reached for the lamp on the nightstand.

“Ok, ok, ok,” he said quickly, holding his hands up in surrender. “Secondo and the others…left.”

“What?”

“He didn’t want to wake you,” he explained, shaking his head. “The Countess tried to tell him it was a stupid idea, but Secondo doesn’t really listen to anyone. You know how he is. Unless he listens to you. Does he listen to you?”

You sank to the floor. “He just…left? Without saying anything?”

“Maybe he thought it was the only way he could go through with it?”

“Stop. Talking.”

“But how will I tell you about the note?” he asked and produced an envelope from his pocket with a Cheshire grin.

“Terzo,” you started slowly. “Has anyone ever told you how insufferable you are?”

He licked his lips. “What’s that mean?”

“It means even though we just met, I already want to kill you.”

“Take a number,” he said with a shrug. He tossed the note toward you, letting it fall onto the bed. “I’ll give you two some time alone.”

Terzo sauntered out of the room and closed the door behind him, unbothered by the trail of blood he left in his wake.

You fetched the note from the bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. You took a deep breath as you traced over the way Secondo had written your name in his overly elaborate penmanship. It was yet another thing about him that was a product of another time that he still carried around. All the things you’d pushed back, the things you’d left to ask him later were beginning to pile up and now you might never get those answers. You tried so hard not to think of it that way, but the fact was none of you knew who these hunters were or what they truly wanted. It made them dangerous and unpredictable even if your lover was a fucking immortal vampire.

You tore into the envelope, freeing the page inside.

Tesorino,

I am not saying goodbye, because this isn’t truly goodbye. I have lived many unhappy lifetimes alone only to find you in this one. I will come back to you, amore. I will always come back to you.

Tuo cuore, Secondo

PS Be patient with Terzo. He’s an ass, but he will fight for you just as hard as I will.

You felt your heart crack in your chest, a broken sob leaving your lips as you curled up on the floor. You didn’t have many tears left after the last few days, but you shed what you could before you pulled yourself up, determined to let that be the last sense of desperation you felt.

Secondo’s things lined the edges of his closet, still waiting for him in neat rows of black and green. You helped yourself to his wardrobe, dressing yourself like him as you had on Halloween to somehow make yourself feel better, before emerging from the room.

Terzo had dressed himself in the tuxedo again and draped himself lazily across the sofa with a bottle of wine and no apparent worries. He raised an eyebrow as you fiddled with one of Secondo’s watches, the band not suited to your wrist.

“Eh—”

“I don’t have clothes here,” you explained, cutting off whatever smartass thing he was about to say.

“The velvet suits you,” he said with a shrug. “I thought you lived here?”

“He really doesn’t tell you anything, does he?”

“No, but that’s nothing new. He’s always been like that—private. But he didn’t even tell the Countess you were here, so it’s not like my feelings are hurt.”

You managed a nod as you moved into the kitchen, uninterested in learning things about Secondo from Terzo’s perspective before you heard them from the man himself. Armed with a snack, you sat on the opposite end of the sofa, keeping your distance from Terzo and his bare feet. He held out the bottle of wine, offering it to you with a little wave.

“I’m good,” you said quietly.

“You’re sulking in your boyfriend’s clothes.”

“You say that like he went to the fucking store. He’s turning himself over to vampire hunters who apparently have some sort of poison that works on you to hopefully save his familiar and putting the rest of his trust in the Count and Countess to get him out of there. Why are you so fucking calm about this?”

“He also has Alpha and Omega with him.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“My Ghouls,” Terzo stated simply. “Like I would just show up here empty handed? Please, bambina.”

“Ok, even if I knew what the fuck you were talking about—”

“Ghouls,” he snapped impatiently. “Are beings I summoned from hell to protect me—”

“Is that supposed to make me worry less?”

Terzo sat up and regarded you carefully. “He hasn’t…told you very much, eh?”

You sighed. “We haven’t exactly had time to talk about these things.”

He nodded once, pushing the bottle toward you again. This time you accepted. “What…how can I help? I cannot speak for him, but I do have some answers.”

You took a long pull from the bottle and swallowed hard. “Who are they?”

“Who?” Terzo asked.

“The hunters.”

“Oh, eh.” He shrugged, waving a noncommittal hand through the air.

“Ok, but do they call themselves something?”

“...Hunters?”

“Thanks for being so helpful Terzo!”

“What the fuck I'm supposed to stop eating them to ask them twenty questions?” he snapped.

“Well maybe there are more of them!”

“There's always more! Just a bunch of poorly dressed stronzos with pointy things. Boring. Who cares?”

“Terzo!”

“What? Bambina, I have lived many, many years. These hunters never worried me before, they will not worry me now.”

“But your brother—”

“Sì, mio fratello is a big, strong man who can take care of himself, always has. Do you think he will not fight harder now that he has someone waiting for him to return? Read a book.”

“How can you be so calm about this?” you screamed.

“What is the alternative?” he screamed back. “You get all worked up and worried and he comes back fine? You kiss and make up. It’s all very simple. Very boring. Why waste the energy?”

“You’re the worst.”

“Why? Because I don’t show my feelings the same way as you? I am here, bambina. Secondo called and I am here sitting with you, keeping you safe. Copia and the Countess came too. You’re not yelling at them for going!”

“But…he might—”

Terzo brought a gloved hand to your face. “No, bambina. No what if. He has you now and he will come back to you. I have never seen him so…eh,” he paused and waved his hand around. “Mittens.”

“Smitten?”

“Sì, sì, smitten. Me? I fall in love every day. Exciting, no? But Secondo?”

“Don’t. Don’t say it.”

He tilted his head. “He has not told you this?”

“That…that’s between me and him, ok?”

He sucked his teeth. “You’re unsure?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that. I know he—he cares about me. It’s just—you’re not who I want to hear it from. No offense.”

“None taken, bambina. But you should trust me when I say he will be back for you, ok?”

“I think we need more wine.”

“That I can help with!” he said happily and jumped up from the sofa.

Secondo parked behind the club, nervously tapping his fingers along the steering wheel as he searched the darkened lot. The place should have been completely empty, but there were a handful of nondescript trucks parked around Mary’s SUV, boxing it in.

“Take a breath, Twos,” The Countess ordered from the speaker phone.

He wasn’t sure where she and Copia had set up to keep an eye on him. The element of surprise was the only thing they really had going for them. He didn’t know how much these hunters knew about him or his family, whether they were expecting them or if they were stupid enough to think he’d come alone.

He hoped they were just cocky and stupid.

“You two all set?” he asked as he unclicked the seatbelt, letting it slide back into its housing.

“Yes,” Copia confirmed. “Eh, fratello?”

“Don’t start,” Secondo warned. “Alpha? Omega?”

“We’re set,” Omega said. “But are you sure we can’t just eat them?”

“Not until everyone is safe.”

“Fine,” Omega agreed.

He ended the call without another word, pocketing his phone before sliding out of the car. It was the first time he’d ever felt wrong approaching Idolatry. The building still sat unlit and empty of patrons, occupied now by who knows how many hunters. They swarmed like plague locusts, crawling over and destroying everything he’d worked so hard to build. Bits of broken glass crunched under his shoes as he made his way into the main stage area. Not a single mirror or light had been left untouched, everything smashed to hell like the hunters had taken bats to every inch of the place. The entire inventory of liquor behind the bar was gone, a rainbow of broken glass now floating atop a disgusting puddle of who-knows-what and a splash of Blue Curacao.

Mary was on the main stage, bound to the pole with a gag in their mouth. Some wretched little shit knelt beside them, shoving them as they spoke and taunting them with a large knife. The kid caught Secondo’s reflection in one of the busted mirrors, a sick grin spreading over his face as he turned to face the vampire.

“Holy shit. You really do paint your face like that? Like all the time?” the kid asked and jumped off the stage.

He couldn’t have been any older than twenty-four. Young. Cocky. Hopefully stupid too. Secondo had no fucking idea who he was.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Hunter.”

“I said who not what—”

“My name is Hunter,” the kid said slowly.

“A hunter named Hunter,” Secondo mumbled back. “Unbelievable.”

“That’s funny coming from a guy who runs around calling himself the Second.”

“Listen, you little shit—”

“Did you forget why we’re here, Mr. Emeritus? I’d be happy to gut your familiar if that reminds you.”

Secondo took a step back. “You can let them go. You have me now.”

Hunter laughed. “Did you really think that would be how this worked out? Neither one of you are going anywhere now.”

“Look, whatever your deal is Mary’s not a part of it.”

“Man, you really do love your little humans,” he said with a chuckle, shaking his head. “The problem here, Mr. Emeritus, is that I can’t use Mary to get what I want anymore—”

“Are you ever going to say what it is you want? Or are you just going to keep going on like a child?”

He shrugged. “You know, if this was my first dance you would probably be very intimidating, so don’t feel bad that it’s not working. But the thing is, you’re not the first vampire to threaten me. My sister and I have been doing this for a very long time.”

Secondo flinched. “Sister?”

A sinister smile crept across Hunter’s face. “You vampires think you’re the only ones who can keep secrets.”

Mary yelled something unintelligible against their gag as Secondo felt a sharp, stinging pain in the back of his arm. He dropped to his knees, the poison working almost instantly to weaken him. He felt a hand grab the collar of his jacket, jerking his head back to see just who had snuck up on him.

“Hey Bone Daddy,” Lucy said with a sneer before stabbing another syringe into his neck.

“Well, that was almost too easy,” Hunter said with a smirk. He hopped up on the stage and cut through the cable tie that held Mary to the pole. “C’mon buddy,” he snapped as he dragged Mary to their feet. “Let’s give these two some privacy, huh? How about we go and have a chat on the roof?”

Secondo watched helplessly as Mary struggled against the hunter. His veins filled with fire, whatever poison they’d discovered painfully burning its way through his system. Lucy knelt in front of him, a sick, satisfied smile on her face.

“Hurts, huh?”

“Fuck you,” he spat.

“No, see that’s what keeps getting you and your brothers in trouble. You keep finding these weak humans to become your pets. It’s kind of gross, honestly.”

“If you’re going to kill me, just kill me,” he groaned.

“Oh, don’t worry. We will. But not until we get what we want.”

“What is it you want? Why are you even doing this?”

She smiled again. “We’re going to destroy your whole family.”

“What?”

“Did you really think we wouldn’t know you’d bring your brothers here? After what you all did at that abbey you should’ve expected this. Did you think we wouldn’t set traps for them the same way we set traps for you? Honestly, Secondo this whole thing was far too easy. I think you’ve all gotten soft in your old age.”

His phone rang inside his pocket, finally shutting the girl up. He couldn’t move to answer it or stop her from fishing it out herself, his body no longer cooperating with his mind. Lucy offered another evil grin before holding the phone up to his face to unlock it, the Countess’ name scrolling across the screen.

“Twos? What the fuck? Where are you?” her voice was frantic, barely audible over Copia’s shouting. “Sec—” she broke off and let out a horrible, piercing scream.

Secondo’s stomach turned as Lucy ended the call, raising an eyebrow. “Oops.”

Terzo yelled something inaudible from Secondo’s closet as you climbed over the sofa to reach for the remote to the stereo. ABBA blared from the speakers surrounding the room, the product of too much wine and the vampire’s “need” to dance. You slipped and drunkenly fell to the floor, spilling an entire glass on the rug as you landed hard.

“What?” you yelled back, knowing he likely couldn’t hear you either. On the other end of the room, the intercom buzzed. The screen next to the elevator lit up, the camera downstairs now displaying a visitor. You squinted at the image but couldn’t make it out from where you were. You fought with the remote, finally silencing the Swedes as you climbed to your feet and crossed the room.

Lucy stood under the camera in the lobby, patiently waiting for a response from the penthouse.

“Hey Lucy,” you said into the intercom. “What are you doing here?”

She looked up at the camera, chewing on her bottom lip. “Bone Daddy said I’d be safe here. Didn’t he call you?”

“I must not have heard it. Come on up,” you said happily and pressed the button to call the elevator.

You wandered back to the kitchen to refill your glass, grabbing one for Lucy in case she wanted to join you. As the elevator chimed to note her arrival, you carried the drinks toward the doors, a silly grin on your face. When they slid open you dropped both, the fragile glass shattering on impact as you brought your hands to your face.

Secondo was slumped against some kid, his face and clothes covered in blood. The kid dropped him at your feet, the vampire unable to move to break his own fall as he and Lucy walked in like they owned the place.

“Lucy? What—”

“Hunter, shut her up,” she barked and grabbed Secondo by the collar, dragging his dead weight through the broken glass.

Hunter moved behind you, grabbing your arm as he forced you to the ground. “Do it,” he said into your ear. “Call for help.”

You shook your head, biting down on your lip to keep quiet. Your resolve lasted only a moment, breaking as soon as he pressed a knife into your skin. You screamed, howling in pain as your skin split under the pressure of the blade. Secondo twitched, trying to pull himself up to stop the kid from cutting into you. He collapsed on the floor again with a heavy thud, Lucy’s laugh ringing evilly in the air as you lost sight of her.

“Bambina,” Terzo sang as he emerged from the bedroom dressed in Secondo’s clothes. He stopped short as he spotted you bleeding in the hunter’s arms. “Who the fuck—AH!”

Tears pricked your eyes as Terzo sank like a stone, the ugly sight of a syringe sticking out of his neck now burned into your memory. Lucy bent down, grabbing a handful of his black hair to pull his head back up.

“You know, I really thought you might put up more of a fight, Terzo Emeritus. I’m almost disappointed,” she said with a click of her tongue.

Terzo grabbed her ankle and pulled, knocking her completely off balance. She fell hard, her face smashing into the floor with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed everywhere as she lifted her head, laughing as she spit out a tooth.

“That’s more like it.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Terzo growled, fighting hard against the poison.

“Oh, I’m Lucy and that’s my brother, Hunter.”

“Is that supposed to mean something?”

“Not at all, actually,” she confirmed and spat a mouthful of blood on the floor. “Now,” she said and placed her foot on Terzo’s back, forcing him to the floor. “Which one of you wants to tell us where Primo is?”

“Get fucked,” Terzo snapped. “Preferably with a cactus.”

“Primo?” Secondo asked weakly. “That’s what this is about?”

“Oh, I think we have a winner, Terzo.” Lucy left him on the floor and walked back to Secondo. She pulled him into a seated position and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Secondo, where is your brother?”

He shook his head. “Even if I knew, what makes you think I’d tell you?”

“Oh, my stupid little vampire man,” she sighed. “That might have been a possibility before you started fucking your accountant. But now you have a very human girlfriend who I can hurt a lot before she runs out of blood. Honestly, you made this insultingly easy.”

“Don’t,” he begged. “I don’t know where Primo is and hurting her isn’t going to get you an answer.”

“We’ll see.” She settled in front of you and pushed her fingernails into a cut on your arm, a horrible cry erupting from your chest. She clicked her tongue. “What do you think, Secondo? Should I pull out her fingernails or teeth first? I wonder which hurts worse?”

He shook his head wildly. “Please, I don’t know where he is. None of us do.”

“Hmm. That’s really too bad for your girlfriend,” she said with a false sadness, taking the knife from Hunter’s hand.

She pointed the tip just below your collarbone and pushed. A horrible, white-hot pain erupted from the spot, growing as the knife sank deeper into your chest. You couldn’t control the sound you made, an awful, wounded cry that was soon drowned out by Lucy’s own wail. Something warm and wet dripped onto your face, the scent of copper flooding your nostrils. You looked up, trying not to pass out from the pain as Lucy quickly jerked the knife from your chest. She swung the thing wildly, reaching for something beyond you. More blood spilled onto the floor, falling into the rhythm of your heartbeat.

Another vampire stood above you, his mouth and long white hair stained red, hanging over the familiar shape of skeletal paint. He pulled his teeth out of the remains of Hunter’s neck as his headless, lifeless body hit the ground. Lucy was screaming so loud you thought she would break all the windows, stopping only as the older vampire dropped the head of her brother in her lap.

You tried to crawl away, your hands slipping out from under you as they lost traction on the blood. Too weak to push yourself back up, too cold to move, you laid there helplessly trying to make sense of the scene around you. The vampire you didn’t know seemed unconcerned with Lucy’s presence, instead he moved through the room, a blur in your vision as he tended to the others with syringes of his own. Secondo dragged himself toward you as soon as he could manage, pulling you into his lap and asking you questions you didn’t understand. You felt something else hit your face, barely registering that your vampire was crying.

“Tesorino,” he whispered, holding you tight to his chest. “Mi dispiace tanto, amore mio. Ti amo. Ti amo.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered back. “Even if you are the worst.”

He cracked a smile, trying not to laugh. “Really? Now?”

“S’why you love me,” you slurred, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Of course, it is, tesorino. And why I always will.” He kissed your forehead and tightened his grip even more. “But…I can hear your heart, mio cuore. If I don’t,” he paused to let out a shaky breath. “If I don’t… you’ll…”

“I want,” you tried weakly.

“It’s forever, amore,” he warned quietly.

“It’s forever with you.”

He bit into his wrist and pressed the wound against your lips. Thick, warm blood quickly filled your mouth. It was unlike anything you’d ever tasted. Not that metallic tinge you knew from biting your tongue or busting your lip. It was sweet like honey, as though you could taste how much he loved you, how he carried it with him always, his veins full of you. You drank it down, savoring every drop as he continued to profess his love, whispering adoration into your ear. Your heart stuttered painfully, kicking against your ribcage as it slowed to a stop, your vision going dark.

You woke up cradled in Secondo’s arms, pressed tight against his chest. You were covered in blood, just as you were when you’d passed out in his office all those weeks ago. Only this time, a lot of it was your own. Pain shot down your spine as your heart beat once, twice, and again, stuttering into a steady rhythm to pump a mixture of what was left of your blood with Secondo’s through your now-dead veins. Each wound burned down to a cellular level, your nerves and skin slowly stitching themselves back together to fill in the gaps left by the hunter’s knife.

You groaned, turning against your lover to find a less painful position. No respite was granted no matter how you situated yourself. Your jaw ached; your teeth felt brand new in your mouth, foreign and sore like a filling that needed to be grinded down. Fangs now jutted out of your gums, the edges sharp as any blade.

“Welcome back, tesorino,” he said softly and caressed the side of your face that wasn’t pushing into him. “How do you feel?”

You held onto him, breathing deep with a satisfied moan. Secondo’s cologne filled your nostrils as you rubbed your face against his jacket, the velvet fabric tickling your cheek. “I feel…everything.”

He ran a hand through your hair. “You will probably feel like that for a while, amore. Transition can be…intense.”

You flinched as you closed your eyes, everything too bright. “It kind of…hurts.”

“I know, amore. I’m sorry for that,” he whispered, his lips against your forehead. “But I think I can help you feel better. Would you like to try?”

You nodded as he placed a hand under your chin, tilting your face up so he could place a soft kiss on your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away and set you against the sofa. His footsteps sounded like thunder in your ears, and you pressed your face into the fabric, trying to dampen it. You found more smells there, the fabric covering the cushions and the padding inside. You could smell the wood that composed the frame, down to the marks burned in by the manufacturers stamp. But there was something else under it, something acrid and familiar that made your stomach growl.

Oh, you’d never been so painfully hungry in your entire life. Even those times when you’d get too busy or simply just forget to eat never felt like this.

You turned your head, blinking hard as you tried to adjust to the light of the room. Secondo dragged Lucy toward you, ignoring her tearful pleas as he dropped her in front of you.

Blood.

You could smell blood.

You looked up at your lover, tracing a finger over your new teeth. He offered you a soft, fond smile.

“You should eat something,” he said as easily as he had when he would deliver those amazing croissants to your desk.

“You mean…?”

He nodded.

A low growl rumbled in your chest as you remembered Lucy’s face grinning happily as she stabbed you.

She tried to struggle, but Secondo placed his foot on her back, pinning her down. You crawled toward her, approaching slowly as you watched your prey. Pitiful, useless tears fell from her eyes as she begged you with words that didn’t make it far enough past your ears to be understood. It surprised you as much as her when your palm connected with her cheek. It surprised you less when your fist connected.

Her lip split against your fist just as Secondo’s had when she hit him. It didn’t make you even. Nothing she said or did could ever make up for trying to kill you, to kill Secondo. To kill his family. He looked on, a flicker of pride behind his eyes as you wrenched Lucy from the floor and dug your teeth deep into her neck. Blood filled your mouth, an odd mixture of bitter and satisfying tastes dancing on your tongue. It was different from Secondo’s; Lucy’s blood wasn’t filled with love for you, but you could somehow taste her life as you drank. Taste it flickering and fading as her heart slowed to a crawl and her whimpers turned to gasping breaths. You dropped her body there on the floor, discarding her as easily as she was willing to do to you. Trading her life for your own.

You closed your eyes, body shuddering as you licked the blood from your teeth.

“How do you feel now, tesorino?” Secondo asked, slightly amused.

A low growl rumbled in your chest as you scrambled across the floor, crawling over Lucy’s dead body to reach him. You grabbed at the waistband of his trousers, not bothering with the fastenings as you ripped the fabric apart. He let out a surprised sound as the seams ripped and fell away, leaving his half-hard cock hanging heavy in front of you.

“You like to watch?” you asked as you took him in your hand, slowly pumping his length.

“Only you,” he said with a grunt, letting his eyes close as his cock fattened up.

“Look at me then,” you commanded, waiting for him to obey. Slowly, his eyes met yours and he struggled to keep them open as you took him in your mouth. His hand shot into your hair, grabbing a fistful as you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock. You pulled off and grinned up at him. “Good boy.”

He let out a filthy moan as you swallowed him back down, working your mouth and hands over him as best as you could. His knees jerked as he hit the back of your throat, the hand in your hair tightening as you pressed your nose into the dark patch of hair at the base of his cock. You looked up at him, batting your lashes as tears formed at the corners of your eyes. You grabbed his hips and forced him down further, an absolutely unholy sound leaving your lover as you worked him over.

“Fuck, tesorino, amore, please,” he begged, stomach muscles tightening as he tried to fight his orgasm.

You hummed around him, granting the man no mercy as the salt of him hit the back of your tongue. He swore loudly as he spilled down your throat, his eyes still lovingly focused on you. His mouth hung open wordlessly as you swallowed his spend and you knew he was memorizing the image of you on your knees for him. He pulled away, his cock slipping from your mouth so he could reach down and pull you to your feet. He kissed you hard, unbothered by the taste of himself.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you,” you whispered back. “So fucking much.”

He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder to carry you into the bedroom, completely ignoring the carnage in the living room. He dropped you on the bed, shedding his shirt as he kicked off what was left of his pants. He crawled up your body, fingers quickly ripping the buttons of your borrowed shirt apart. You raised your hips, helping him to pull your bottoms from your body.

You cupped his face, bringing him down to kiss you once again. Your body felt electric, all your nerves sparking where he touched. He pushed your knees apart, settling between your legs as he moved his mouth to your neck. His thumb swiped over your clit as he bit down, placing a new bite over the freshly healed space. Moans left both of you as your blood filled his mouth, his hand still working quickly as he teased his fingers against your entrance.

As he pulled his mouth away, you shoved him onto his back, both of you surprised by your strength. You ground your hips against him, his cock already growing hard again beneath you. You swatted his hands away as he reached for you, pinning his wrists above his head as you bent down and sank your teeth into his neck. He moaned loudly, his hips jerking under you as you sucked at the bite. You moved and bit into the other side, wanting to hear him make that sound again.

“Amore, please,” he whined, lifting his hips again to gain more contact.

You pulled back and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. “If you need something from me, you need to ask for it.”

He raised an eyebrow as you repeated his words back to him. “You know I’m going to get you for this.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He swallowed hard. “Please, amore,” he said softly, pretending to struggle against your hold. “I need—oh—”

You rocked yourself over his length before he could finish the thought. Guiding his hands to your hips, you reached between your bodies and lined your entrance against his cock, slowly sinking down until he filled you completely. You threw your head back as you set a slow pace, pressing your hand against his chest to keep him still. You fucked yourself on his thick cock, all kinds of praise and swears falling from your lips as he looked up at you. His pupils were blown wide, eyes filled with a look so full of lust it almost made you cum on its own. That tight band formed in your stomach as you looked down and watched him push into you. He could tell you were close, bringing his thumb to your clit once again to roll over the sensitive spot as you moved a little faster. You chased the feeling until the band snapped and you came with a desperate shout.

He watched you come down, a lazy smile on his face as your body tensed against his. He pulled you down to rest against his chest, softly kissing your cheek as you struggled to catch your breath. He smacked your ass hard before grabbing your hips and thrusting deep into you. You mewled, holding onto him as he fucked up into you hard and fast.

“I told you,” he grunted.

“Harder,” you begged, your nails digging into his arms.

He slammed into you relentlessly, the wet sound of sex almost as loud as the filthy moans leaving both of you. You came again, almost without warning as he panted into your ear, his hand gripped tight around your throat. He followed soon after, a guttural sound rising from his throat as he gritted his teeth and emptied himself into you.

“I fucking love you,” he said desperately and pulled you up to meet his lips in a bruising kiss. “Ti amo, amore mio.”

“Mio cuore,” you hummed against him. “I love you too.”

Everything smelled like fire. The scent was overwhelming, consuming every sense until it was the only thing you knew. You tried to focus, eyes adjusting to the surrounding blaze as you blinked. Smoke stung your eyes as the wind shifted, carrying the smell right over you.

Idolatry was on fire.

Secondo joined you, a hand on the small of your back as a window burst somewhere from the heat. You brought a hand to your mouth, shocked by the sight, shocked by how calm he was. You could make out the figures of Copia and the Countess, silhouetted by flames as they danced to a song only they could hear. There were more forms on the opposite end of the parking lot, shapes you didn’t quite recognize accompanied by another scent you were growing too familiar with.

The smell was growing stronger now, wind whipping and soaking the scent into your hair just as the pools soaked into the parking lot under the piles of bodies.

The smell of blood and death surrounded you as the roof of your former workplace caved in.

Mary lit a cigarette, the flame of the lighter revealing smeared blood and gore all over their face. “Well, shit,” they said with a huff. “What do we do now, Boss?”

Secondo shrugged. “I have insurance.”

“Does it cover acts of murderous vampire hunters?” the older vampire you still hadn’t met asked, swatting bits of sinew from his pants.

“Probably qualifies as arson,” Secondo said with a wave of his hand.

The other vampire reached for your hand, carefully bringing it to his lips as he introduced himself.

“It’s such a shame we had to meet like this, piccolina. I am Primo,” he said and dipped into a bow. “The eldest Emeritus brother.”

“I’m—”

“Oh, I know who you are, piccolina,” he said, casting a glance at his brother. Secondo wrapped an arm around Mary’s shoulder and ushered them away, giving you and Primo space to speak privately.

“I’m sorry. He hasn’t really told me much about you.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. He’s always been a little…secretive. Distant. Protective.”

“And you came to protect him.”

He nodded once. “He is my family. And now so are you.”

“Secondo’s not…in trouble for that, is he?” you asked carefully, remembering what Secondo had told you about Copia and the Countess.

Primo tilted his head and stared down at you. The resemblance was strong even under the paint; the vampires weren’t carbon copies—not in looks or personality—but they all seemed to carry themselves in the same way. Their mannerisms mirrored one another, from the way Primo looked at you now, to the flamboyant gestures of Terzo and Copia. You wondered where they all got it from, who they all got it from. If they would even tell you.

“He didn’t have much of a choice, did he?” Primo replied with a tap on your nose, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“No, I guess he didn’t.”

“He did his best to give you a choice, piccolina,” he said with a sigh. “Please remember that in the coming weeks. Becoming a vampire is not such an easy thing. But I knew the second he called asking about that recipe that it was only a matter of time.”

“What does that mean?”

Primo shrugged. “Perhaps nothing.”

“I’m not getting any answers out of you, am I?”

He smiled. “I can see why he likes you.”

“You two talking about me?” Secondo asked as he wandered back over. He wrapped his arms around you and grinned at his brother, the paint at the corners of his mouth cracking.

“You’re so full of yourself,” you shot back.

“Act like you don’t like it,” he whispered lowly in your ear.

“Get a room, Twos,” the Countess yelled over the distant sound of sirens. “Ooh, firemen,” she said a little too excitedly, clapping her hands.

“Dolce, you just ate ten men,” Copia reminded her.

“I just like firemen,” she pouted. No one missed the pleased smile that crossed Copia’s face.

“Now who needs a room?” Secondo asked, rolling his eyes. “We should go before they get here. I’m not explaining all these fucking bodies.”

“Hey,” Mary snapped. “They started it.”

“Yeah, what the fuck happened here?” you asked.

“Long story,” Mary, Copia and the Countess said in unison.

You shrugged and turned your attention to Terzo. He’d said nothing since the two of you had arrived, which seemed exceedingly strange given how mouthy he’d been from the moment you met. You wandered over to where he sat, two hulking figures in masks watching over him—his Ghouls.

“It’s fine, boys,” he said softly as they began to growl at you. He patted the cement next to him, offering you a seat. “Ciao, bambina.”

“You ok?”

“Of course! I am always ok,” he said with a fake smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Very convincing.”

He looked up and gestured for the Ghouls to step away before turning to you. “I am sorry I failed you today, bambina.”

“What? You didn’t—”

“You died and I did nothing to stop it.”

“That’s not true. You knocked at least two of Lucy’s teeth out.”

He huffed out a laugh and patted your hand. “I’m afraid that was not enough.”

“Terzo, I don’t think this day turned out how any of us planned. But I’m still here and I’m ok.”

“For now,” he scoffed. “This…isn’t an easy life, bambina.”

“Well, why don’t you let me worry about it?”

“If only it worked like that.” He jumped up and walked away quickly, snapping his fingers at the Ghouls. They followed him out of the parking lot and into the night.

“Amore,” Second said softly, settling next to you. “Yes, Terzo has always been that dramatic, but he is very capable of taking care of himself.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry, tesorino. It’s over. We won. And you and I have forever between us now.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “Are you going to be ok with that?”

“Of course, amore mio. But I’m not looking forward to finding another accountant.”

“Are you firing me?”

He hummed as he turned and caught you in a kiss. “I’d like to think it’s a promotion.”

“For your business that is currently on fire?”

He smiled. “Did you think this was my only club?”

THANK YOU AGAIN for your time and comments and likes and reblogs. I will be back and I'm bringing Terzo with me.

#my fic #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii fanfic #secondo x reader #secondo fanfiction #vampire secondo x reader #vampire secondo #ghost band fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #suck club forever

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wild-karrde · 7 months

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NEW WEEK, NEW RECS! START SENDING YOUR FAVORITE FANDOM CREATIONS FROM THIS WEEK IN FOR ME TO QUEUE UP FOR FRIDAY!

This happens each week, so don’t feel like you’ve got to get out everything in one week. Just keep track of them throughout the week or send me an ask whenever you find something, and I’ll drop them all on Fridays (or throughout the weekend if I get a lot). You may submit for this week until THURSDAY MORNING (I’m in the Pacific timezone). Anything received after that will roll to the next week. A summary of the weeks’ recs will get added onto this post on Saturday, so check back here for all of the awesome fics and art! And be sure to go give the creations on that list some love (and don’t just share the ask responses I put out).

This week’s submissions will start posting on Friday, October 6 13.

Rules and additional details under the cut! PLEASE make sure you read the rules before sending something in. If your submission violates any of the rules, I will delete it.

Rules:

NO incest, underage, cl*necest, master/padawan (or similar power dynamics), dub-con/non-con/rape. Also, no H*rry Potter. There are a few others that I also won’t share due to my discomfort with them (i.e., R*xsoka), so if you’re not sure, ask. Also, many of you submit multiple works at once, and that’s fine, but if one of those works contains something that violates the rules, I will delete the entire ask, so something to be extra careful about when submitting!

If your rec involves spoilers from a show that’s currently running, please include that info in the ask so I can tag it appropriately (I will normally tag a few different ways, but I always use #<show title> spoilers if you need to filter, for example: Andor spoilerswill be tagged #Andor Spoilers). I will stop tagging spoilers two weeks after the show stops airing.

Self recommendations are allowed and encouraged! Shout out your own hard work! You deserve the recognition!

*Rules subject to change so PLEASE make sure you read them before sending something in. If your submission violates any of the rules, I will delete it.

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queen-of-the-boos · 2 months

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You are Cordially Invited...

to the second ever-

(The envelope opens with a shrill shriek)

THAT'S RIGHT I'M DOING THIS AGAIN!!!

I'm throwing a little Luigi's Mansion themed ball for everyone who selfships and self inserts! (You don't have to selfship in the Mario universe to participate)

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᵒʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ. ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ʳᵘˢᵗʸ

Details about the event under the cut!

Now then, I'm sure you have a few questions. Hopefully I can answer them all here! Such as...

- What the heck are Banshee Blossoms?

Glad you asked, my fine friend! They're a fictional flower I made up based on these pretty little blooms on the roof of the mansion!

(Don't mind the fire. Luigi is totally fine.)

Here's my silly little doodled rendition for reference!

Banshee Blossoms are symbols of love, romantic and platonic, even familial! There's a tradition in the Boo Kingdom where you give one to someone you care about. They're said to bless whomever is gifted one with good luck and a happy relationship for the rest of their lives into their afterlife! Theyre pale white flowers that glow like moonlight with purple foliage.

They only bloom in the month of March, so now is the best time to come and view them!

- What's this event all about?

Another excellent question!

This event is tailor made for those of you who selfship or self insert as well as anyone who has Luigi's Mansion ocs! You're all welcome to attend! I'll be hosting it along with my darling husband King Boo 💕

It's just a small, relaxed event for everyone to have fun with whether you're an artist or not.

The general thing you can do is go around to your friends' ask boxes and leave them Banshee Blossoms should you feel so inclined. But we also have... Prompts!

- Prompts?

That's right! Prompts. You're a great listener!

The event runs from March 15th - March 17th, and throughout those days, you, dear listener, will have two prompts to choose from with which you may create things with! Think of them as themed projects? You can choose one or do both if you're feeling it!

The regular prompts will be:

15th - Arrival / Meeting

(Your arrival at the ball, or you meeting someone at the ball!)

16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

(Getting out any grudges before the party begins, or thinking of your self insert/ship/oc in the context of a Mario series spinoff like Mario Kart or Mario Golf ect.)

17th - Party / Comfort

(How you would be enjoying the party, or perhaps reviving comfort from somebody or something.)

Along with our regular prompts, we will also have musical ones for those of you who are music autistics with melodies in your heart like me.

Those will include:

15th - Treacherous Mansion /Paranormal Chaos

16th - Phantom Dancing / Luigi's Mansion DS

17th - Luigi's Mansion Credits / LM3 Music box

These work just like the regular creative prompts! You're just going off a song rather than an idea. You can do one, two, or all three of these options if you wish! No rules against that!

I'll be posting a daily post with all three daily prompts for that day around midnight (12 am CST) each day!

These prompts are for anything creative! Mood boards, writing, art, playlists, you name it! Even just posts saying what you and your fave are doing to participate are welcome!

- When is the event?

Just like I said above, the event will run the weekend of March 15th - March 17th.

- Where is it being held?

Well, it'll be hosted here on this blog! I'll be sure to look for posts and reblog them all here so everyone can see! Be sure to tag your posts for the ball with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them! That's the tag I'll be looking for! Youre also free to tag me so I can see them too!

But...if you meant what location the event is being held... Its-

The Treacherous Mansion from Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon! It's a large mansion in Evershade Valley full of many interesting rooms that house treasures from a famous adventurer from days long past.

(Thanks for helping me show it off, Luigi! But get that AWFUL thing off your back-)

Phew! Hopefully that clears things up. I'll try to condense the info here for those of you who need a tl;dr

TL;DR

I'm hosting an event for self inserts and shippers as well as Luigi's Mansion oc havers! It's a ball themed after Banshee Blossoms, symbols of all types of love and new beginnings!

The creative prompts for the event including musical prompts (notated with a 🎵) are:

🌙 15th - Arrival / Meeting

🎵 Treacherous Mansion/Paranormal Chaos

🌙 16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

🎵 Phantom Dancing/Luigi's Mansion DS

🌙 17th - Party / Comfort

🎵 Luigi's Mansion credits/LM3 music box

The event runs from March 15th - 17th.

I'll make a post each day at 12am CST with a short blurb about the day's prompts to help inspire! (You're free to start on the prompts early though!)

Remember to tag your ball related posts with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them!

I hope everyone has fun! Feel free to send me an ask over on this blog here if you have any questions or concerns!

This event is not for proshippers. Please kindly do not participate.

#self shipping community #self insert #Luigi's Mansion oc #Luigi's Mansion #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024

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nekoannie-chan · 11 months

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Signals

Title: Signals.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 436 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: I1 Oblivious to lovers.

Summary: You love Steve and Steve loves you, none of you know each other feelings.

Warnings/Tags: Miscommunication, happy ending, fluff.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo AC1078.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @shield-agent78 @charmed-asylum @pandaxnienke @real-fbi @smokeandnailz @white-wolf1940 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @xoxonotme @bluemusickid @leyannrae @harrysthiccthighss @marvelatthisone @caplanbuckybarnes @sapphire-rogers @lizzieolseniskinda @notyourtypicalrose @hallecarey1 @nana1000night @talia-rumlow @writingshae @daemonslittlebitch @chaoticcollectivenightmare @endlesstwanted @chemtrails-club @marigoldreamer @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @here4thefanfics @theestorm @patzammit @alexxavicry @azulatodoryuga

You offered Steve the biggest slice of the cake; you had saved it, especially for him. In fact, you had to give a few hand slaps to the others to prevent them from taking it.

He smiled at you when you gave it to him, although it could be a bit desperate that Steve didn't understand your hints regarding your feelings for him since, since you didn't dare to tell him, you showed them to him with small acts.

"Well, my advice is that you tell him, come on, Y/N, Steve is..."

"He is?" "If you know something, Natasha, you better tell me what you know, so I know whether I'm still trying or not."

"Just tell him how you feel; he's not the smartest person that way either, and I'm sure he hasn't figured anything out."

You arrived at your office; however, when you opened the door, you were confused to see the flowers on your desk. You hadn't put them there, so who had sent them?

You approached them and looked for the card; there was supposed to be one there, but there was nothing. You even looked under the desk; maybe it had fallen underneath; there was no trace of the card.

What struck you most was that they were your favorite flowers.

When Steve saw you, he smiled; it looked like you liked his gift, although he was disappointed that you didn't say anything about it.

You saw Steve eating the cookies you had baked for him, but he didn't say anything. You were starting to get tired of the situation, so you decided it was time to tell him that Natasha was right.

You wanted to solve the situation once and for all—to know if he loved you back or if it was better to forget about him.

You approached him and started to talk, but he didn't seem to understand anything, so you thought it was the right time.

"You know, Steve, I've had enough, so I'll just say it: I like you; I'm in love with you," you confessed; he looked at you as if he didn't understand; you sighed; maybe that was the answer. "Well, now that I've said it, I'll go."

You headed towards the exit, but he stopped you, putting one of his hands on your shoulder. "The flowers, I sent them to you, but I forgot to ask for a card," then he made you turn around and kissed you.

After all, neither of you realized that you were in love, but you were glad you had taken the first step.

#allcapsbingo #allcapsbingo2023 #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader

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isabellehemlock · 1 year

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Tips and Resources for curating your fandom experience across platforms

Hi loves,

I wanted to write up a curating resource post for fandom spaces, so here are some things I’ve learned along the way, and though only you can decide what your digital boundaries look like, I do hope that for anyone looking for them, this list might find its way to you.

For tumblr

How to make your DM’s only open to people you follow

How to make it so only people you follow, or people who follow you for a week can reply

How to have your ask box open, but closed to anon’s - no longer needed, there's a simple toggle button near the ask settings for whether to allow anons or not :)

Use the filtering function for your dash (this is also an option for a blocked user - who you might still see if a mutual reblogs them. You can add their name to your filtered list, and then their post will be hidden on your dash). This tip brought to you by @quiquimora tumblr resource post (great post if you’re new to tumblr)

For AO3

How to filter out keywords that might appear in summary or author notes, but not in tags (handy for when an author is trying to understandably avoid spoilers in the tags)

A script option for filtering (especially nice if there are certain tags you'll always avoid across fandoms).

Muting authors (a nice option if you don’t necessarily mind engaging with authors in comments, etc, but don’t want to see their content) - this secondary link includes a how to video you can now use the muting feature on AO3, no scripts needed :)

You can block authors now on AO3 as well, and here’s a tweet thread that shows you how, but also what it does, and doesn’t do

If you’d like to avoid certain ship pairings

How to use a few extra search symbols to filter out certain content

Quick tip: don't forget to save your curated search results in either a bookmark, or as a link on your mobile home screen - that way you can just do all the filtering once, vs typing it all over again every time you're loading up AO3

For twitter

Muting words/content

How to set up various privacy settings

For discord

Privacy & Server settings master list

Accessibility settings

Please feel free to reblog with your own tips!

Under the cut, a few extra tips for dipping into new fandom spaces:

Interact with reblogs and hashtags (this isn’t the end all to be all, but one way to showcase your sense of humor with commentary, or digitally applaud a content creator). People can get to know you a bit ;)

If you enjoy content creating, sign up for fandom events: big bangs, reverse big bangs, zines - a fantastic way to connect with several people at once sharing the same hyperfixation as you <3

Look up certain hashtags in someone’s blogs - not in the sense of digging up ten years of posts, but a quick search if you have squicks and triggers that someone might blog about a lot. It’s not a judgment on them, for many might not follow you for the things you post about either. It’s just self care to be aware of things you do not want to see on your dash and keep your following list to things that bring you joy - nothing says you can’t do the occasional reblog, or even connect with them on other platforms!

On the flipside - block liberally. If you look up their blog and you both are on opposite ends of a spectrum on a topic? Want to ensure they can never say such things to you in DM’s, etc? Block.

And guess what? People have the right to do the same to you. Do not under any circumstances block evade. This includes going to other platforms to engage with them if you know you’ve been blocked. Just.don’t.do.it.please.

And if you've made it to the end, you get a digital cookie or hug of your choice 🍪🫂

#curating #filtering #curating your online experience #respect the inherent dignity of every person #respect your own boundaries - it's self care loves #use all the tools you need #can't curate the world - but we can curate our dashes #curating resource #filtering resource

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nachosncheezies · 7 months

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Would you mind reccing the stories you liked that deal with Scully being a little psychic? I love anything that deals with that

Hello anon! I didn't think anyone reads my tags, but here you are proving me wrong. :D I'm pretty new to XF fic so I don't have enough to do a comprehensive list but here's a few I recently found in quick succession:

Contact High by Penumbra

Look I won't beat around the bush - it's heavy on the porn, so if that's not your thing then maybe give it a miss. Set post-Field Trip, they've gone home but Scully's still under the influence (still telepathic), apparently moreso than him (which I'm interpreting as, she already was a little psychic so it's hitting her harder). It appears Mulder is unaware she's picking up what he's broadcasting, and he himself only hears some of her thoughts once he knows. Meanwhile our girl is receiving every explicit moment of her partner's sex dreams in vivid technicolor, from all the way across town, in enough detail that she's basically like "Look you tease, if I'm gonna have to see this shit I'm coming down there and you're gonna make good." Queue a lot of finally talking about and working through things, in various states of [un]dress. There's even some angst in there!

By Falling In And In by @aloysiavirgata

A post-Deadalive AU, set over a span of years. I suppose the psychic angle is more about William's powers, but… he couldn't connect unless there was something to connect to, ya know? Otherwise he'd just be out here broadcasting to everyone. And as you'll see in the second half, the way Scully reaches back is pretty intense, especially when there's trouble. This is such a good story. Highly recommended whether you're in to psychic Scully or not!!

Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits

I'm human and like most of us, sometimes Diana Fowley makes me want to wrinkle my nose like I've hit a bad smell, or maybe throw something that'll make a nice thunk sound just to get it out. But this one is worth it. The psychic!Scully angle is more subtle here. She sees ghosts, senses death, etc. It's not the main focus of the story, but it's a nice thing in an already excellent fic. I wish I could say more but I literally couldn't put it down, so much so that I need to re-read it bc I'm pretty sure I was asleep for part of it. 🙈

Bonus - since I also remarked in my tags that I wondered what Bill Sr. thought of his girls' spooky powers. Across the Sea by CalifornianHousplant is a little piece in which Maggie muses a bit on precisely that. It's Mulder/Maggie, cancer arc.

If I come across or remember any others I'll reblog this and add them! Thank you for reaching out :D

#x files #the x files #txf fanfic #txf fic recs #psychic!scully #nachos gets asked #thank you for waiting a few days till i could find the titles xD hope you find something new here 💕#i know there are tons more out there but heck if i could name them! so if anyone has more please let me know!

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idoodlestuffsometimes · 1 year

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Brother's Keeper AU:

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: How did Caleb live so long? How can he still be here after 400 years?

A: Belos wanted him to stick around and so he made it happen. As for specifics: *shrugs* your guess is as good as mine! This is something I've preferred to leave up to the readers. I will simply confirm that he isn't hiding any goop powers or OP palisman-given magical abilities. He is, for all intents and purposes, a regular human who is somehow really, really old.

Q: If Caleb is still alive, where did Hunter come from?

A: The full story here hasn't been told yet, but you may notice Caleb is missing quite a few bones...

Q: Caleb's ears are pointed! Did Belos cut them??

A: Correct

Q: Does Caleb know about the Collector/the basilisks/Belos' plans?

A: Probably! He's been Belos' sounding board for 400 years. Access to things that could "further corrupt him" or provide him a tool for escape, however, are off limits, so there are many things, like the Collector, that he's heard about but never seen for himself.

Q: Where's Flapjack/Amity/Darius/etc?

A: This is basically a canon divergence. If you haven't seen a particular character, it's safe to assume for now that they're up to whatever they were doing in canon.

Q: I don't get it. Why is Caleb insane?

A: I suggest you reread the first few story posts, my friend! You have fallen for Belos' lies.

Q: Do you have a posting schedule? When will the next part come out?

A: There is no posting schedule. I draw (mostly but not always) traditionally in my free time, for the fun of telling a cool story, and some posts are longer than others. That means the timing of the next post depends on how long it is, how much time I have, and whether or not I'm at home with access to my scanner. Sometimes this means I post quickly. Sometimes it means you'll see me next month. Sorry about that.

Just know that if I know there's going to be an extended wait, especially one where I'm not actively working on the next drawing, I will make an announcement about it. If you haven't seen an update in a while but I also haven't said anything, it's almost definitely because I'm actively chipping away at a part of the story that's taking me longer.

Q: Why do some of the story posts have a letter after the number? Are these less important than the regular story posts? Can I skip them?

A: No, I Do Not Recommend skipping them! They are just as important as the others. They have a letter on the end because they were added later and I use letters as a way to avoid renumbering everything. If you see story posts labeled something like "3, 3A, 4", they are meant to be read the same as you would if they were "3, 4, 5".

Q: Can I make art/fic/cosplay of this au?

A: Knock yourself out! If you post it somewhere, please include credit, but otherwise I don't mind, and actually love seeing what you do with it! If it's NSFW though, please keep it in appropriate spaces with proper warnings.

Q: Wait there's fic/fanart?? Can I see?

A: If you look through the tag on my blog "BK fridge gallery" you can browse any content shared with me that I've reblogged. :) People are free not to share it with me too though, and there are some I don't reblog, especially if its gorey or suggestive, so you might be able to find a bit more elsewhere under the Brother's Keeper AU name if you look for it.

You may also notice I have a featured tag called "BK Soundtrack." That's for songs that people have suggested to go with the AU. You are welcome to browse or suggest songs of your own ;)

Q: :( I sent an ask but you didn't answer. Did you get it?

A: Probably, yes. Sometimes it takes me a few days to get to it. However, if it was theorizing about future plot points, I may actually be holding onto it with plans to answer at a more appropriate time. I like to keep many of my plans for the story close to the chest, so don't be surprised if your theory ask disappears only to show up many months later when the story has progressed to a point where I can give you a more in depth answer.

#Brother's Keeper AU #doodletext #putting this together for the repeat questions! Will add to the master post later.

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emerystellar · 29 days

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hii ^_^ i would appreciate if anyone could spare some change cuz i have a lot of expenses right now and i am barely stringing along. more context/sob story under the cut if you want but tl;dr car repairs, ubers to/from work, and food in the meantime

ways to support me:

redbubble ☆ i have quite a few things on there, including logos of my stuff and retro things like bowling alley carpet, i’m working on a pride collection of bowling alley carpets too!! and i have a lot more in the works :]

patreon ☆ four different tiers with varying perks, and near-daily updates on art projects, sneak peeks at redbubble designs, previews on music and even full songs weeks before they release- also recognition on youtube, my discord, etc etc!

donations ☆ these are quick links to all the major money sharing apps (cashapp venmo paypal), if you want to do zelle that requires my email ([email protected])

bandcamp ☆ for as little as a dollar you can pick any of my currently released songs to get the highest quality download, which is equivalent to listening to it 34 times on spotify… so if you really like my music then own it for yourself here! you can also get 50% off literally anything with the code hungrypumpkin (since it’s helping me pay for food lol)

and if you can’t donate, pleaaaase reblog hopefully to reach someone who can- reblogs help wayyy more than likes in this case ^^

thank you all!!! you’re amazing and i hope you have a stellar day

poll for engagement:

okayyy umm hii… i’m a queer trans non-binary neurodivergent indie artist, teacher, and musician (to get all the demographic solidarity out there, i never know how to write these) and as of rn i’m having to pay my dad $1900 to fix my car’s transmission while ALSO paying anywhere from $100-150 a week on ubers to get to and from work since i have a residential tutoring job. while ALSO having to pay rent, bills, etc like normal. it fuckign sucks and i’ve literally been eating almost nothing except free handouts from college … it’s a nightmare and it weighs on me every day 😔

not only are most of the ubers a wild roulette on whether the car’s going to be super uncomfortable and make me nauseous, the driver being overpolitical and talking about super uncomfortable shit out of the blue and making me feel really unsafe, they’re often super fucking late and i can’t risk being late to work and it’s just all around not sustainable yayy!! and i also just learned i have depression from all this! which next to the rest of my melting pot of neurodivergence makes it Really goddamn hard to exist in a positive way!

when i’m not at work or school i am making as much content as i possibly can and pushing it out onto redbubble, patreon, etc. you will get more than your moneys worth in return from artistic content and stuff, that’s all i have to offer right now, because frankly commissions are extremely draining and take me SUPER LONG to finish- i don’t want you to have to fight through my executive dysfunction to get a finished piece that’s not fair to you and i want to make this as worth it as possible on the user end

if you want a specific goal, then right now, $350 for ubers for a month would help a lot but naturally give as much as you can because i need all i can get rn ^^; i’m lowballing it so it feels more achievable really but just ,, please anything helps lol

$0 / $350

thank you i love you all my gratitude is immeasurable and i just.. thank you for supporting me it helps more than you know

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