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Thranduil and Josie - Part 109 "Incipience"

Summary: Welcome Princess Leannduil! Thranduil hears the cries of his wife and newborn daughter. Jareth taunts the elf lord in his dark forest, bringing The Elvenking's wrath upon the goblin king, but it is a short lived vengeance. Someone watches and plots. Josie and Legolas revel in joy of Leannduil's arrival, as do the others. Narcisse offers a heartfelt gift for the newborn. The Prince and Queen share a bonding moment and she asks of him a great responsibility. Legolas tells a tale. Josie's nightmares return. Raven pays a horrendous price. Thranduil loses all hope.

Warning- *Angst, violence, abuse*

Your blood curdling scream and the sound of Leannduil's following cries brought Thranduil's head shooting up from the dark forest's detritus floor as he gasped and laid at Jareth's mercy with an arrow protruding from his shoulder.

"My my...now what could have aroused your attention as such?" Jareth was concerned because he couldn't afford for Thranduil to have any access to his powers. "I will just have to take a peek."

Jareth conjured up one of his crystals and peered into it as Thranduil rested his forehead on his arm, for he was too weak to hold it up. He cried out in his mind to you but again, there was nothing but silence, but Leannduil....she heard him unbeknownst to you or your King.

"Ahhhh, what is this? It appears I have a granddaughter....so that is what you heard, the babe's cries. Well we cannot have that now can we? This is quite interesting though as your son stands at my daughter's side in your place, looking very cozy I might add. Like one happy little family. Afterall, Legolas will be King now that you are lost to all. I wonder how long it will be before he becomes Josephine's King...in more ways than one? The way he looks at her tells me it will be sooner than later." Jareth taunted with a merciless grin.

Thranduil raised his head enough for his eyes to peer over his arm. His glare at Jareth was filled with deadly daggers.

"What do you mean your granddaughter?" Thranduil sneered.

"Oh, that is right, you do not know? That little tidbit I revealed to Josephine only days ago before I burned that dreadful vampire fortress to the ground. She is my daughter, not my insufferable brother's. But that is of no importance at this moment. You and my queen's indiscretions on the other hand...are. And the fact that you tried to kill her will not go unpunishable as well."

Jareth approached Thranduil and pulled out his whip, repeatedly badgered him with it.

"What's mine is mine. Those who try to take from me suffer greatly."

"I am sure you are well aware of the eternal bog of stench that lies just there, over this hill in the center of my dark forest. I could always have you thrown in it. Raven certainly would not desire your kisses then. No one would, not even your own Queen. Have I made myself clear?"

"I would never allow such filth to lay her putrid lips upon mine." Thranduil growled.

"But you allowed them on your cock did you not?"

"I allowed no such thing. Your demon whore took it upon herself to use sorcery and trickery, appearing to be Josephine."

Jareth's face changed to a detrimental scowl as he raised his arm and struck Thranduil over his back with the whip.

The goblins were riled up, wanting Jareth to torture the woodland sprite even more.

Thranduil flinched and pursed his lips in pain as he glowered up at the goblin king.

"Watch your tongue Elvenking for you are in no position to test me. Must I remind you that I can pay your queen a visit at any time."

The Elvenking he was indeed and Jareth's threat to his wife brought that beast out as he found the strength to rip the arrow out from behind him and charge Jareth, plunging it into his chest. Unfortunately, the wooden shaft broke and merely only pierced his flesh with the arrow's blade. Two of the goblin guards immediately detained Thranduil to his knees as one held a blade to his throat.

Jareth plucked the metal spear from his flesh and jammed it back into Thranduil's wound. His head fell limp over his chest from the pain.

"Take him to the hole in the hill." Jareth ordered his guards. "Now you will have plenty of time to do absolutely nothing but wallow in solitude. My forcefield surrounds it. You will hear your love no more and your powers will weaken to nothingness. Raven won't be able to access you this time as only the ring upon my finger can open the door. After my plans for her, she would be a fool to even try. I will deal with you later when the timing is right. Get him and yourselves out of my sight you repulsive scabs!"

Jareth turned and one of the goblin guards mocked him behind his back. Although he was their King, he treated them like dirt beneath his boots.

Off they went, aggressively carrying Thranduil by his underarms as his legs dragged roughly behind him.

From behind a tree in the far distance sat a watcher. One that was considered a goblin because of his ghastly appearance but he was far from it, for he was once human, a Stoor hobbit named Smeagol. Gollum had now became his name after a habit of making a horrible swallowing noise in his throat and a wendigo he had become at the black magic hand of the goblin king.

One day Smeagol had found himself by the black waters of Jareth's dark forest as rivers and fishing were things he loved. He also loved something else, something prohibited by the goblin king. Jareth's little sister Freya, a white witch that turned dark after what her brother did to Smeagle, whom she loved in return. Love in Jareth's world was forbidden and severely punishable, although he himself secretly desired it.

The forest did what it did best and tricked the hobbit in to swimming in it's fictitious apparition of a beautiful lake in which it's poison turned him into the hideous creature he now forever was...while Jareth's Queen, Ravenna, forced Freya to watch.

Freya could not bear the sight of Smeagol any longer. Ravenna took her on a journey far away from Goblin Town to further corrupt and mold the girl in her and Jareth's image, to make her King proud as he adored his only baby sister but despised her goodness. He wanted her to be like their mother Jada who was also referred to as a white witch but not because she was of light, but because was a witch of winter and as evil as they come. Smeagol then ran away into the Misty Mountains where his once good heart became black as coal.

Gollum hated Jareth and wanted him dead. He was always watching him, trying to figure out ways to do it. Jareth was not oblivious to his presence either.

One day, Gollum was taken by surprise and found his black heart feeling love again as he saw Raven, Jareth's forbidden love. He would watch her all the time without her knowledge for he knew she with be repulsed and frightened if she saw him. Gollum also feared he would harm her against his will as he had developed a split personality. His former soul against his new evil one named Gollum told him to do wicked things...and made him do it too. It was an inner battle he could not win.

As he had watched Jareth badger the Elvenking, Gollum heard Jareth mention his ring of power that he bore on his index finger. The citrine gemstone it held was round as the sun and shone as bright as it too. It's name derived from the word citron, a French word that means lemon and ironically, that it what Jareth smelled of. Gollum desired the ring and wanted to steal it from him in the hopes of destroying the goblin king's power but he hadn't a clue how to obtain the precious stone. He crawled around and pondered ideas with both of his identities. The dark one told him to kill them both, Jareth and Raven.

But he knew it was too risky for he was no match for a powerful force like Jareth. Gollum then had another idea. Raven....he saw the way Jareth treated her and how hurt and angry she was by it. But angry enough to kill him? And how would he get her to do it? That meant she would have to see him.

As he conspired with his other self on that idea, he was yanked out of his hiding spot by none other than Jareth. Gollum cowered in a ball at his feet and whimpered.

"What have we here?! You little maggot. Inconspicuous surely is not a talent you possess. I know you have been watching me. Why is the question. Could it be you were looking for my queen, Raven? I also know you have been lurking around watching her as well."

"No master. I dare not look upon such beauty."

"Hmmm. How could you know of her beauty if you have not looked upon her? My my...do you have some sick and twisted crush on her?"

Gollum's eyes fell. "N..no master. I couldn't possibly."

"Tell me, has she seen you? Has she befriended you behind my back? If so, I will handle that situation real fast it will make yours and her head spin."

"No master, no. Please do not harm her. I mean, no...she has not done any such things."

"Now why on earth would you think that I would harm the woman I love? Oh, that is right. You heard my conversation with the elf, you little eavesdropping roach. I should just end you right here and now." Jareth professed as he jabbed him with his whip.

"NO master please! I did not mean to listen, It could not be helped."

Jareth roared in laughter. "It is so entertaining to watch you squirm like the worm you are. I find letting you live in this putrid body quite more pleasureful than killing you. Your lies though, I find most disturbing for any fool can see you desire her."

Jareth's expression turned ominous as he poked Gollum multiple times and threatened him, then chortled about it.

"Now scurry out of here rodent, before I have you tossed in the wreaking waters. I better not see you here again or I will make good on my promise."

You held Princess Leannduil for the first time as Legolas stood at your side gently caressing his sister's head that was no bigger than his soft hand. There's no one else besides Thranduil that you would rather have to share in this moment with you. You owed so much to Legolas, for without him, you don't believe you would have survived what you had just endured.

"She...she is so perfect...and beautiful." you wept as you lightly rocked your sleeping beauty. She had Thranduil's heart shaped lips, you thought to yourself.

"Yes...yes she is." Legolas agreed as he first gazed at you, then lowered his eyes to Leann.

"Daddy, would you like to say hello to your granddaughter? That is what she is you know." You smiled at Julian who had patiently waited to see her while you and Legolas had your bonding moment.

Julian lightly rubbed the top of her tiny hand with the tip of his index finger as he grinned from ear to ear.

"Congratulations my sweet child. She is perfect just like you." He kissed the top of your head and moved aside for Haldir to take a peek.

"Jo...I am so happy for you. She is a most precious sight...as are you. I knew you would make it through for you are the strongest lady I know in all of middle earth. I should know as you have put me in my place a time or two." Haldir chuckled.

You giggled and took his hand. "I couldn't have done this without you. You cared for me all the way here, kept me calm and made me feel safe...all of you have been amazing." You glanced at all of your three loyal men.

"What about me?" A knock was heard at the door as it slowly opened and in Narcisse walked with a smile, glass of wine in hand and a blanket draped over his forearm.

"I heard someone had a baby?" he grinned and came to your side. As he glanced at Leann, he gasped in joy. "Oh my, isn't she lovely, just like her mother. I am so pleased and relieved that you both are well. I have brought you something."

He sat his wine down and handed you a small red velvet cloak.

"For the Princess. She can be a little red riding hood just like her mother."

You both gazed at each other in remembrance of the red cloak you had wore when you arrived in Dorwinion and first met Lord Narcisse. He had sarcastically teased you, calling you that. Oh how your views on him had changed in the mere 7 days you had known him. You no longer thought he was an arrogant jackass...well, maybe still a bit arrogant...but he had a hidden heart of gold under that egotistical armor. Just like your Thranduil.

You reached out your hand and took the garment. Your fingers touched his and a blue zap of electricity shocked you both. Stephane jerked his hand back as you did yours with a gasp. This was the third time this had happened now.

"Apologies my lady. I do not know why that keeps happening. Are you alright?" Narcisse asked in a slight panic.

"Yes...yes I am fine, no worries." you assured him with a kind smile. You had no clue either about the strange current that only happened when your fingers touched his, but not from any other physical contact by him.

"My staff has prepared you a meal tray with fresh squeezed orange juice. There is plenty on it for you and Legolas for I am sure the two of you would like to spend some time together and catch up after his miraculous return. As for the rest of you, brunch awaits in the dining hall if you would all care so much as to join me. Everyone must be famished."

"Narcisse....that...that is so very kind of you. Thank you...so much for everything and all you have sacrificed on my behalf. I do not know how to ever repay you but please know I appreciate it more than you could ever know."

Legolas was still a bit skeptical of the warlock's motives but offered him a polite bow of gratitude.

"I do not wish for repayment of any kind...and you are very welcome my lady. Please, enjoy your meal and get some much needed rest. I have ordered two guards to be at your door. If you need anything, the nurse aids will check on you regularly and will tend to your needs. I assure you, you are in no danger."

His eyes told you he had Asher securely contained and would handle him. All the men left as Haldir glanced back at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes. You knew he wanted to be there with you too.

"Haldir!" you called out to him.

The marchwarden turned with a soft smile.

"I will see you soon ok? I promise."

He nodded in agreement, then sullenly turned and left.

"Are you ready to eat my lady? It certainly smells delicious." Legolas marveled in anticipation at the aroma as his stomach audibly grumbled.

The scent had finally reached your nose which made you immediately look around for Garrett. A glass boat filled with maple syrup sat upon the tray with waves of steam ascending from it.

"Yes...I am both famished and parched but..." You peered down at your comfortably slumbered daughter and dreaded not having her in your arms, if only for even a few minutes.

Legolas could see your reluctance to give her up. "My lady, the cradle is right here beside us. You must take the time to replenish yourself, for she will be quite hungry soon as well I am certain."

"You are right Legolas. It's just that....having her warmth against my body...it's like..." Small sobs escaped your lips. "It's like I can feel Thranduil."

Even as the Prince's own heart was broken, it broke more for you.

"Josie...what can I do? For I will do anything you ask of me." Legolas laid his hand upon yours and wiped your tears with his other.

"You...you can start with taking your sister and laying her down. You have not even held her yet. Would you like to?"

Legolas' eyes widened in slight panic. "You wish for me to hold her? I...I have never held a child...and no one else has held her yet. Would you not like your father to have that honor first?"

"Of course I want you to hold her...and...I want you to be the first, no other. You are her big brother and...it would make me very happy to see her in your arms. I have never held a baby either, can you imagine that? It is quite easy though. Let me show you how."

Legolas gulped and held his breath as you sat up and laid her into his arms.

"There. That's all there is too it. Just keep her head supported.....oh...and breathe." you giggled.

His breath blurted out of him as he bashfully smiled. He gazed down at her with such love that it made your heart skip a beat what a vision it was to see him with her like that, so vulnerable. Although you couldn't help envisioning Thranduil holding her as it should have been him to do so first and now....she would never even know him.

"You are right. It is not easy to let her go." He smiled as he laid her gently into the fancy wooden cradle.

Legolas arranged a plate and brought it to you on a tray. Your eyes popped when you saw the fluffy stack of pancakes. You wasted no time drowning them in syrup and dug right into them.

"My god, I haven't had these in years. They are my absolute favorite." you exclaimed in sheer pleasure as you chewed them with your eyes closed.

"I know. I remember you talking it about it once. I asked Narcisse if he could have them made for you."

You abruptly halted your feeding frenzy and gazed at him. "You? You did this? H..how, when?"

"While the healers were tending to you and Leann, I spoke with Narcisse in the hall."

"Legolas Greenleaf. You are absolutely amazing, you know that?" You both stared at each other for a moment and then you broke the silence. "Are...you going to eat?"

"Oh..yes..of course."

He gathered himself a plate of fruits, greens and a glass of juice, then sat beside you and began eating some grapes. All you could do was gawk at him in disbelief.

"Really? That is all you are going to eat after all you have endured. Here, you can have half of these and at least eat some meat or eggs. You need protein."

"Yes mom." Legolas quickly cringed. "Oh...sorry...that was a terrible joke."

"Yes..it was, so here." You stabbed a big chunk of the flapjacks with your fork and brought it up to his mouth. "Here comes the airplane."

You both busted out laughing.

"Alright, I'll try them." he agreed and took the syrup soaked fluffiness into his mouth. "Mmmm, ohh my...these are delicious. Quite sweet and very satisfying. They just melt in your mouth. I can see why you like them so much."

You watched the golden haired elf devour his half of the pancakes and then eat some scrambled eggs just as you had told him to. He was just perfect and you couldn't ask for anyone better to help raise Leann, well except for Thranduil of course. Your short lived happiness instantly faded with the reminder of your King's absence, and Legolas noticed.

"My lady? What is it?"

"Legolas, I need to ask something of you."

"I will do anything within my power for you. What is it that you need?"

"I meant what I said just before Leann was born. Legolas...if anything ever happens to me, I want you to care for her."

"My lady please do not speak like this. I could not bare it if anything were to ..."

"Legolas please...it is so very important to me that I know she will be safe and loved. Legolas...I want you to be her guardian. Just as Haldir is yours. Your father and I spoke of this once and it is what he wanted as well. He and I had planned on asking you after she was born but..."

Your head dropped as you sniffled and whimpered. He placed his hand under your chin and lifted your head back up.

"Yes...I would be honored to do so." he obliged with a tender smile.

Your teary eyes lit up. "Really?! Oh Leggy, this means everything to me!" You quickly scooted right against him and hugged your daughter's new godfather so tight.

You released him but stayed snuggled against his body as it felt nice just to be close to someone.

"We...Thranduil and I...had wanted to ask you and Tauriel when you were together." Legolas' eyes fell. "I'm sorry Legolas...I should not have mentioned that or her."

"No..it is alright. Actually, I wanted to tell you something about..."

Leann began to stir and whimper. Legolas hopped right up and went to her. He lifted her tiny hand and she wrapped her fingers around his index one, then drifted back into dreamland.

"I..I think she was dreaming but seems alright now. Would you like me to bring her to you?"

"No, let her rest. She too had endured a lot and...you were about to tell me something. Is it what you mentioned on the boat? About something I did not know?"

It was...but now Legolas had lost his nerve. Now wasn't the right time...and it probably never would be for that matter.

"You wanted me to tell you about how I survived being thrown from Narcisse's ship, yes?"

"Yes I do...but Legolas...what is it that I do not know?"

"Josie...I should not have mentioned anything to you. I was upset and my emotions took over me. It really is irrelevant and..."

"Legolas....I know what it is."

His eyes widened as he brought them to yours. "You...do?"

"I..." You sighed and took his hand. "I heard you...what you said to me in the forest as you sacrificed yourself to save me.....and also...I know what happened when you later found me."

He knew exactly what you spoke of but that was not what he had tried to tell you...and now that did not even matter to him as he was caught off guard by this revelation. Legolas truly thought you did not remember or even know that he had professed his love for you and had also kissed you.

"Wooooo." Legolas released a heavy sigh of shame and swiftly stood up. "My lady....I can explain..."

"Legolas...there is no need and I am sorry for putting you on the spot. I mean...I already knew...how you felt that is....and I know...you were just breathing warm air into me as you had found me freezing and unconscious...but...I felt it...your lips..."

"I do not wish to talk about this." he snapped.

"O...ok." you squeaked. "How about you just tell me what happened after you fell into the water then?"

Legolas turned to you with remorseful eyes. "I am sorry my lady, I did not mean to sound harsh."

He sat back down and patted the spot beside him as he apologetically smiled. You sat down beside him and curled your legs underneath you as he began his tale.

"The strike from the whirling mast is what caused me to become lost at sea. The pain was excruciating as I believe my ribs were broken and my shoulder dislocated. I could not fight the undertow because of it."

He paused for a moment as you could tell this was very traumatizing to him. You took his hand into yours.

"No wonder you never surfaced. I knew something was wrong, my god Legolas, how terrified you must have been."

"More than you can imagine as I was running out of air. The next thing I knew, it was dawn and I was on the bank of an inlet struggling for air but every attempted breath was unbearable. My lung had been punctured and my arm was bleeding profusely which I remember slicing on the rail as I went over."

"And then something cold touched me and became warm, along with the rest of my body. All the pain dissipated and I could suddenly breathe."

"Yes, the gash in your clothing but there is no wound. How is that possible?"

Legolas hesitated to answer as his face appeared slightly annoyed.

"Garrett...that is how. I looked up and saw him standing over me with a smug grin on his face."

"Oh my god...I...I saw him, by the forest after we had arrived here. Jesus, he healed you?"

Legolas huffed. "Yes...and even pulled me from the water before I would have eventually drowned. Then he just said "you're welcome" and took off. I began making my way here and that is when I came across Aragorn and the others."

"Thank god! I don't want to lose you. I can't even fathom the thought it. Not after everything...not even at all!"

He sat down and took your hands into both of his. "I am here. You will not lose me."

You closed your eyes and tried to regroup as you knew he could not promise you that after everything that had happened.

"You...there...was a dwarf with you? I saw him riding on your horse. I thought elves hated dwarves?"

"We do...well...not this one. His name is Gimli and he has become my friend. We have fought many wars together."

"Sooooo, then there is hope for you and Garrett." you grinned.

"Ha!" The clearly irritated elf rolled his eyes.

"Legolas! He saved you. You would be dead right now and I am not ok with that!"

"He only did it for you to score points and now I am in debt to a filthy vampire. I am not ok with that!"

"Oh Leggy. You are so cute when you are mad." you smiled and then yawned.

"My lady...you are exhausted. No more talking. I will sit here with you and Leann and tend to her if she wakes up. Please...get in bed and sleep."

"I'll let you have your way with avoiding this conversation just because you are right. My eyes are so heavy. Sit beside me while I sleep? Please?"

"Of course my lady."

Legolas tucked you in and you were out cold in a matter of minutes....and then the nightmares came.

You balcony door burst open with a gust of wind and there stood Jareth in all black.

"Hello Josephine. We meet again. Time is up. I have come for you...and the babe."

"You will never touch my daughter!! You will have to kill me first!"

"Oh Josephine. Go back to your room and play with your elves and forget about the baby."

"Go away!! You're not real! I am dreaming...wake up Jo, wake up!!"

"Oh but I am very real. I have the power of entering your dreams now that you are without your own powers or your dreamcatcher. I wanted to come check on my daughter."

"All you have to do is look into it. Everything your heart desires is here inside."

"Get out!! Get away from me and my child!! You are not my father and never will be. Julian is!!"

"Oh Josephine. You disappoint me."

The crystal in his hand turned into a snake.

Jareth unwound it's coiled body and threw it at you.

"Don't defy me. I will get what I want one way or another."

You screamed and swatted it away as he vanished and then a terrifying screech came from outside. You ran onto the balcony and there was Jareth, on top of a black creature that resembled a dragon, but it had a head like a snake and only 2 legs...almost pterodactylic....and then... it launched into the air from it's perch on the battlement wall and circled the field before disappearing into the twilight hours.

Raven awoke and Jareth was towering over her with a most sinister glare. He didn't even speak as he roughly undid her shackled wrists and drug her off the bed, letting her drop on the floor at his feet. She just sat there peering up at him, shaking. The iron had depleted her powers and weakened her, not to mention her throat was red and painful from Thranduil's death grip on her just hours earlier. Something told her by the look in Jareth's eyes, that she would have been better off if the Elvenking had killed her.

Jareth sat in his chair tapping his boot with the whip and shaking his head in frustration, then he stood up.

She then knew what he was going to do as he raised the whip into the air. Raven grabbed his boots and pleaded with him to spare her but it was like he didn't even hear her cries. He ripped her shirt clean off and shoved her against the wall face first. Strike after piercing strike, he whipped her back and all that could be heard was her shrill screams echoing through his halls.

Thranduil awoke in his new windowless prison cell, although he wasn't chained and could move freely about the 6x6 darkened room consisting of only a few lit candles. He did not have the strength to move much though after all the blood he had lost. All he could manage was to bring himself into a sitting position and stare at the empty silent space. A beat down cot that he sat upon and a small wooden desk with a mirror is all that the chamber entailed of besides a tin pot in the corner for doing his business. It was musty and damp so he knew he was underground somewhere in the dark forest. He pulled himself to the desk and glanced into the mirror. The frightful sight of his scars stared back at him as he dropped onto the wooden stool beneath him and closed his eyes. Every ounce of his powers were gone and he knew that you would never hear or feel him now. He believed in this moment that the hell hole he was in would be his tomb.

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3. Forbidden Love: In the werewolf pack, Marina's hybrid heritage and human upbringing make her an outcast. She longs for acceptance but fears the pack's wrath if she's discovered consorting with outsiders like Chris and Leon.

Given her goth and fantasycore aesthetic, Marina would likely thrive in a role as a scare actress in a haunted attraction. Here are some potential Gothic sexy hybrids couple themes for her:1. Vampire Maiden: With porcelain skin, dark hair, and an air of melancholy, Marina could embody the tragic beauty of a vampire maiden trapped in a haunted manor. Her lore might revolve around unrequited love, immortality, and the curse of her undead state.2. Witch's Apprentice: Marina's innocent yet mysterious demeanor could make her an appealing choice for a young witch's apprentice theme. Her lore might delve into forbidden magic, dark pacts, and the temptation of power.3. Ghost Bride: As a ghostly bride, Marina would haunt the grounds of an old mansion, searching for her lost lover. Her lore could explore the tragedy of a love cut short by death, and her eternal longing to be reunited.Chris and Leon would likely react with a mix of fascination and protective concern towards Marina in these themes:1. Vampire Maiden: Chris would be drawn to her ethereal beauty, but wary of the danger she represents. Leon might be captivated by her allure, tempted to help her break the curse of immortality.

As Chris watches Leon work Marina into a state of frenzied desire, his mind begins to wander to the scenario you proposed. He can imagine Marina as the star of a haunted attraction, her petite frame and innocent features a perfect contrast to the dark, Gothic atmosphere.In this scenario, Chris envisions Marina embodying one of several gothic sexy hybrid themes:1. The Victorian Vixen: Marina would be dressed in a corseted, bustled gown, her dark hair styled in an elegant updo. She'd carry a fans and reticule, but would also sport a spiked choker and fishnet stockings. Her lore could be that she's the ghost of a mistreated servant seeking revenge on the living.2. The Crypt Keeper's Kitten: Marina would be draped in tattered burial linens, her hair wild and her eyes glowing an otherworldly green. She'd have claws and sharp teeth, and could be the spirit of an innocent child corrupted by the darkness of the crypt. Her presence would draw visitors in, only to trap and terrorize them.3. The Vampire's Bane: As a symbol of purity and light, Marina would be dressed in shining white, her hair long and her eyes an intense blue.

As Marina's scare actress in a haunted attraction, she would be perfect for several gothic, sexy hybrid couple themes. Here are a few possibilities:1. Vampire Brides: Marina could play the role of a bloodthirsty vampire bride, complete with a wedding dress made of black lace and fishnet stockings. She would lure victims into a dark, candlelit chapel where she would sink her fangs into their necks. Chris and Leon would need to navigate this trap to rescue Marina from the "vampire lord."2. Zombie Cheerleaders: In this theme, Marina could be one of a group of cheerleaders who became infected with a zombie virus. She would be dressed in a sexy cheerleader outfit, her skin covered in fake blood and wounds. Chris and Leon would have to fight their way through hordes of zombie cheerleaders, including Marina, to reach the "safe zone."3. Mummies' Revenge: For this theme, Marina could play an Egyptian queen who was mummified alive and now seeks revenge on the living. She would be wrapped in gauze and adorned with golden jewelry, her eyes glowing with ancient magic. Chris and Leon would need to solve puzzles and avoid deadly traps to reach Marina, who would finally awaken as an undead mummy.

If Marina were a scare actress in a haunted attraction, she could embody several Gothic-inspired sexy hybrid themes:1. Vampire Vixen: Marina could play a sultry, bloodthirsty vampire seducing victims into her clutches. Her lore might involve an ancient curse, and she'd crave the warmth of human skin. Chris and Leon would be drawn to her alluring aura, but wary of her fanged nature.2. Werewolf Enchantress: As a shapeshifting werewolf, Marina could lure prey with her bewitching beauty before transforming into a ferocious beast. Chris and Leon might find her alluring when in her human form but cautious around her lunar cycles.3. Banshee Beauty: As a mystical banshee, Marina could appear as a hauntingly beautiful siren, warning of impending doom with her otherworldly wails. Chris and Leon would be captivated by her eerie allure, unsure if her prophecies were mere manipulation.4. Succubus Seductress: In this role, Marina would embody a seductive demon, luring souls into the abyss with her intoxicating charms. Chris and Leon would struggle with her advances, torn between desire and the danger of her otherworldly nature

The idea of Marina as a scare actress in a haunted attraction sparks a myriad of delicious possibilities, both for her character and the reactions of those around her. Here are a few themes and plotlines that could unfold:1. The Vampire's Prey: In this gothic scenario, Marina could be portrayed as a innocent maiden, lured into the clutches of a powerful vampire. Her lore could revolve around her pure heart, making her irresistible to the undead. Chris and Leon would likely react with a mix of protectiveness and possessiveness, determined to keep her safe from the vampire's clutches. Leon, in particular, may feel a kinship with the vampire, seeing parallels between his own struggles with his nature and the creature's eternal conflict.2. The Mummy's Bride: For a more ancient Egyptian theme, Marina could be depicted as an innocent priestess, forced into an arranged marriage with a mummified pharaoh. Her lore might focus on her duty to her god, and her inner conflict between obedience and her growing feelings for Chris and Leon. The mummy's bandages could symbolize the way the two men have come to 'wrap' themselves around her heart.

#resident evil #leon s. kennedy #chris redfield #ai chatbot #ai roleplay #ai rp #ai romance #warrior of love #Otp: tough love #halloween 2024 #halloween

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littlefreya · 2 years ago

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Danse Macabre

Summary: She cannot tell who she is anymore, nor where she is. All that she knows is that Sherlock is not the man he pretends to be and that every night he comes to her bedroom to feast on the delights of her body...

Pairing: Vampire!Sherlock Holmes x Virgin OFC (no mentions of body type or ethnicity)

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: 18+, Dark, horror, dubious consent, sex, supernatural themes, I guess we can say monster sex? Mentions of blood, hinted Stockholm Syndrome, loss of virginity, metaphors, obsession, hinted hypnosis, bites, vampire sex, mind manipulation.

A/N: I don't own Sherlock Holmes or Enola Holmes. Many thanks to my angels: @agniavateira for beta'ing my work and supporting me, and to @notabronte for giving me feedback and encouraging me to post. Please reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed it. 🖤

Danse Macabre 🕯️

How long has it been; a month? A year? An eternity?

Time swayed differently in Mister Holmes’ mansion — if it moved at all.

The nights seemed endless, and the days… she couldn’t remember the last time she was awake during daytime. Perhaps this was a nightmare, or maybe it was the cold tentacles of death that pulled her into an abyss; but then, if the dead couldn’t feel pain then why did his kisses hurt?

It was in the bawls of midnight when Sherlock stalked into her bedroom— his jaw stern, cheekbones sharp and strikingly distinguished by the flame of a single candle held in his hand. Hunger filled his careless face, and his eyes flickered brightly like glowing orbs of ice.

Unable to scream or move, she watched him behind the ghostly veils of her bed. Hot wax dribbled down his fingers—little white tears of sorrow that she wished she herself could cry, but Sherlock had not only drained her of such force but by some enchantment, coaxed her to submit to his sacrilegious desire

“Undress,” he demanded from the doorway where he stood, shrouded by the crimson haze of the poorly lit corridor. Whatever was behind him, she could never see, the width of his bulky figure blocked the path like a monster from a children’s tale.

‘Monsters are real, Momma. They look like men in tailored vests and shiny leather shoes.’

Her fingers trembled, hands stiff and heavy. Yet she did what she was told without question, allowing the straps of her nightdress to fall down her shoulders the way a dying leaf falls from a branch.

Eyes a shade colder than ice, his glare fell to her breasts, and his chest puffed with a rumbling growl. Slowly he stalked forward, treading like a spider on its web. The tips of his fingers turned black as if dipped in poison whilst his nails grew long and sharp at every step.

“The duvet. Set it aside.”

His voice was the rumble of an inching thunder, an echo inside her head that made her bones rattle. Whenever he spoke, it felt as if invisible strings wrapped around her wrists and persuaded her limbs to do as he commanded. Even when her soul begged her to give a sliver of resistance, her hands still lifted to obey this dark ventriloquist and pushed the blanket away.

The stem of Sherlock’s throat clenched at the delicious splendour: bare, youthful skin, so tight and so supple. A thing that should have never been touched, should have never been spoiled and yet he yearned for nothing but to leave his marks at the depth of her soul.

The scent that emanated from the flesh between her thighs elicited a guttural groan from his chapped lips. In his throat pulled the ghastly hunger. Setting the candle on the wardrobe, he stalked toward the bed, his shadow metastasizing and devouring every shred of light that dared enter the chamber.

Both the mattress and her heart sank once he placed a knee on the bed and began to crawl between her parted legs, slowly and predatorily, dragging himself closer to her heat. Black, sharpened nails graze their way up her inner thighs, admiring the pureness of the forever-young flesh.

Encased in a glass coffin, his young ward would forever be protected from famine, disease, and time; and what was Sherlock if not a warden fulfilling his duty?

‘A monster! God, please! There is a monster in my bed!’

If only she could scream, if only God hadn’t abandoned her. Instead, all she could do was shiver, her heart giving no sound as Sherlock forced himself between her thighs. One razor-sharp fingernail traced the plumpness of her breast, tenderly circling and caressing the nipple.

“Mine,” he growled and slipped his nail down the valley of her torso, casually tugging the remains of her gown to expose her pure mound. Red glinted on those piercing shards that replaced his eyes—red like a flicker of fire from a match. “Look at me,” he demanded, though there was no need for him to ask.

That same gaze that possessed her had sliced through the tendrils of her mind.

Nodding, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her lips parting in a quiet plea as the ghastly, pointed talon made careful strokes amidst the swollen petals to collect the honeyed dew that gathered at the seams of her untouched cunt.

“My poor little dove, it’s so lonely in there…” he keened, attempting to slide his long monstrous finger inside of her. But her maidenhood, still obstinate to protect her from the vile urges of men, forbade him access.

Foolish.

What strength did her flesh have against such a sinister entity if even iron locks and carved religious figures couldn’t keep him away? Huffing with scorn, he drew an icy fingertip around the outlines of her slit, further spreading the sinful wetness across the seams of her cunt.

She mewled, despite herself, her waist moving in a smooth tidal sway.

Sherlock could never tire of this, not of the terror in her eyes whenever she saw him at her bedroom door nor the moans she emitted as he traced her engorged flesh with a finger or his tongue. But what he favoured above all was the sensation of his cock as it tore through her seal and those heavenly pained cries that eventually turned into the moans of a whore.

What a great fortune it was that they had an eternity of this dance.

Hovering above his prey, he propped his knees between her legs, the fabric of his trousers brushing against her inner thighs as he lowered his weight upon her. If there was any air in her lungs, she would have let out a shuddering breath; but what came instead was a silent gasp, and only her lips quivered as she prepared herself for the familiar twinge of his invasion.

Reaching for his groin, he freed his hardened cock and stroked a hand across its length before nudging the heart-shaped crown at the gates of her purity. Not yet pushing in, he teased himself up and down her narrow slit, treating her the way a lover treats his delicate mistress— the way a cat toys with a mouse.

Lips swollen and tingling, she whimpered, her yet-empty hole twitching as if heeding a primal call. How could she fear and need him at the same time? Did she loathe herself so much that she wanted him to defile her? Tears began to rim her eyes, and from quivering lips, she whispered, “please…”

Letting out a low rumbling chuckle, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead before whispering in her ear, “You, my ward, are such a mystery…”

Her mouth opened to speak but a scream followed instead. One unceremonious thrust and he sunk into her lush depth, his girthy cock devouring the sweetness of virginal flesh. Indifferent to her pain, he pushed further and deeper past her folds until every inch of him was buried within.

Cries and squeals sputtered from her mouth—the monster had tore her innocence, the pain had seared, and in pathetic pleas for mercy, she slapped against his bare chest and tried to shove him away. But Sherlock knew no mercy, for truly he was a beast, not just by the breadth of his shoulders and untypically muscular figure, but by his blunt absence of elegance and heartless mien. Giving her no moment to adjust, he had already began to pump himself inside of her now-defiled cunt.

Such a mask of virtue did her warden wear; to the world, a perfect, eloquent gentleman. But behind closed doors, lurked a sick, sinister man who only wished to desecrate this tender maiden in this dark sacrament.

Over and over, he pulled away only to plunge into her again, each thrust harder than the last, each thrust ending with the slap of his sack against her cunt. And the moans that came from him - had the most debauched resonance, as if she was a long anticipated feast to a voracious man.

Unable to meet his vigour, her walls whined a protest and squeezed around him in a futile battle to drive him out; yet for Sherlock, this tightness was nothing less than an aphrodisiac. If any, her insubordination did nothing but provoke the ungodly creature within him. Reaching a clawed hand to her chin, his fingers pressed into the hollow of her cheeks, forcing her to stare directly into his bright-red eyes as he began to fuck her in a punishing pace.

“I am already inside you, little dove. There is nothing that can be done,” he rasped while his hips continuously snapped into hers, every second rut bringing her closer to surrender as friction drew that which she so religiously wanted to resist.

“Give in to me, and I will give you pleasure like no other.”

His words were but a spell. Briefly, unbidden, a spark inside her womb ignited, giving life to ecstatic flames that cascaded through her canal. While a part of her wanted to stay pure and deny this vicious man, an unbearable ache for his return struck her every time he pulled out from her slit. In mindless despair to hold him close, she had finally caved in and wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him near.

Triumphant grunts rumbled in his throat. Appeased by her surrender to his whims, he lifted his upper torso, his taut abs flexing as he rose to hover above her. With his hand still around her jaw, he pressed her deeper into the mattress while pummeling her cunt.

“Make us whole…” he begged, his voice a husky—almost pitiful—groan.

“Make us whole again.”

Depraved as an animal, he ravaged her with the selfish degenerate intent of a man yearning to impregnate his mate. Though this union could result in nothing of that sort, still she thrashed against him in an archaic frenzy, her screams unfurling into the night as her body became enslaved to the same foolish wanton. Soon her trenches began to tighten around him in demand of his seed, and the whispering embers that smouldered in her womb had suddenly imploded into a wave of molten fire that scorched through her completely.

It was in that moment when her cunt devoured him completely, when he felt her heat gush and hug around his shaft so longingly that his eyes glowed bright red, and his fangs flashed sharply before her dazed eyes. Even though she had seen this play out numerous, endless times, she couldn’t help but gasp as he lowered his mouth to her neck and drank her pleasure-tainted blood.

Eyes staring into the ceiling with shock, she trembled like a thing that was about to be shattered. The waves of her ecstasy ebbed away as Sherlock stole from whatever maw of force she had left. Black mists began to waft around her, blurring her sight and pulling her down below. And suddenly, she was limp and heavy at the same time while a cold, strange tingle jittered through her veins.

‘Death…’ she smiled with her eyes half-shut, ‘Oh, finally… Release me!’

Just then, a secondary implosion spasmed through her core and caused her entire body to jitter with delight as the sensation elicited from his bite was an unlikely aphrodisiac. Mouth agape in a silent cry, she threw her head back and stared through the open window while the monster inside her continued to feast on her throat.

The moon—it was covered in blood, painting the room in a crimson shade.

Lost in this trance, Sherlock hummed; the blood of a newly deflowered virgin was sweeter than ambrosia; after decades and aeons of searching, he could sense the wind on his skin, feel the thrum in his veins and abruptly… in a moment passing, he felt a rumble in his chest as his heart pumped once again.

‘Make us whole.’

‘Make me whole.’

‘Make me feel alive again.’

Losing his control entirely, he thrusted into her with a few last powerful strokes and then finally lifted his head with a savage-like shout while his thick elixir overflowed her womb. Cum seeped around his cock at the same manner of the blood that trickled down his square chin.

He licked the corner of his lip, eyes red and sated, peering down at his prey.

“Oh, my sweet little flower,” he murmured and carefully lowered his head to kiss her. She returned the kiss, uncertain if by choice, little did she care now. Her body still tingled and the taste of her own blood had an odd sweetness to it that had made her thirsty. Once he broke from her lips, she suckled them dry.

Like petals plucked from a rose, she laid raw beneath him. Not dead. Not yet. Not ever. She no longer remembered her life before him, no longer remembered who she was. All she knew was that when she would wake the next day, it would be night again.

And he would return to claim her, again.

His fellow companions warned him of such abomination; it was dangerous to drink from his own kind, or so they claimed. It poisoned the mind and the body according to the myths, but whether it was true or not, Sherlock couldn’t bring himself to care.

No matter the fashion, he came every night, drank from her veins, deflowered her and left.

And every night, she woke up a virgin again, clueless as to who and what she was.

But Sherlock knew the one and only true answer.

She was his.

For all eternity.

#henry cavill #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes x reader #henry cavill x reader #sherlock holmes x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years ago

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Sloth's Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge

Many years ago, a baby sloth had their first thot™, one that involved hotties, monsters, and you my lovely writers. A thot™ that would define their existence as a fangirl and a monsterfucker for all eternity, a goal to combine two of the greatest things of all time into one glorious universe.

And today, that thot™ is ready to be birthed into the interwebs. Welcome one and all to…

Challenge Masterlist

- Read all the fics for this challenge here!

Rules

- This challenge is for people 18 and over. I will be checking anyone who requests a prompt for ages in bios.

- All MARVEL, Chris Evans, and Sebastian Stan characters are acceptable (if you want to write for someone else, hit up my DMs and we can chat about it)

- Only one writer per prompt. I will cross out and tag you next to your prompt.

- Send me an ask with your prompt and character (if you need help choosing a monster or character, let the wheels of fortune decide for you - Monster // Character)

- You don’t have to directly use your prompt, but hopefully it will inspire you.

- The closing date for this challenge is October 31st.

- If you need to back out for whatever reason, just let me know! I understand that life is crazy and things come up.

- No word limit, but please for the love of god use a READMORE cut/tag on your fic.

- Please only submit fics that can be read by themselves.

- ALL kinds of pairings are accepted - Reader Inserts, OCs, and Character x Character.

- You can write your monsterfucking however you want, but please do not include parenthood, pregnancy, or having children (breeding kink is totally fine).

- Tag me in your fic and use the hashtag #SlothsMMMWritingChallenge

- Please include all necessary warnings in your fics

But Sloth, what is Monsterfucking?

Monsterfucking (lovingly) refers to the desire to fuck/love a consenting adult nonhuman being while the other partner is human (although not always). This is not furry-ism or beastiality. Some very common monsters from pop culture are Vampires, Werewolves, Orcs, Elves, Pixies/Fae, Mermaids, and the list goes on. There are a lot and they have all sorts of origins! This is a great way to explore a plethora of myths or social issues or kinks or literally anything, so have fun and be as dark, smutty, or soft as you want. You can read FanLore’s explanation of it here. Feel free to send me a message if you have any questions.

Prompts*

Cursed like a river / Make a boy shivers like - Slither by Bohnes @lokislastlove

My name is on your tongue / And boy, I bet it tastes like venom - Bite Your Kiss by DIAMANTE @justanawolf

Lucid reverence, floating in your sacred sin / Need your fire against my skin - Bloodstream by Transviolet @sunriserose1023

You were December / Eyes cold, freeze my blood - Lion by Saint Mesa @avintagekiss24

I could just make out one neon light, south off through the trees / My feet took off a walkin', before my mind caught up with me - Southern Babylon by Ashley McBryde @vineridden

Oh starlight, oh starlight / I'm walking through the starlight - Lay This Body Down by Sam Lee @lousianaspell

The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight / (Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger) - Bottom of the River by Delta Rae @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Lie in circles on the sunlight / Shine like diamonds / On a dark night - Snake Song by Isobel Campbel, Mark Lanegan @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

You're in our talons now and we're never letting go / You're in our headlights frozen and, no, we're not stopping - In Our Talons by Bowerbirds @animnerd

No masters or kings when the ritual begins / There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin - Take Me To Church by Hozier @gotnofucks

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We should just kiss like real people do - Like Real People Do by Hozier @the-iceni-bitch

I've known the warmth of your doorways / Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you - It Will Come Back by Hozier @clints-lucky-arrow

All the tales the same / Told before and told again - Sunlight by Hozier @sableseb

She feels no control of her body / She feels no safety in my arms - Foreigner’s God by Hozier @littlelioncub43

All my friends think you're vicious / And they say you're suspicious - I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet @angrythingstarlight

Won't accept your silence / Beg me for forgiveness - Blood // Water by grandson @thefaconthatcriedwolf

I love to watch the castles burn / These golden ashes turn to dirt - Play with Fire by Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money @sparkledfirecracker

You say "I love you," but you hate me, and it's no wonder I was right - Don’t Fall for Monsters by DeathbyRomy @onlyjamesbarnes

Count my cards, watch them fall / Blood on a marble wall - You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish @sciapod

Walking all alone, you know it's okay / 'Cause my tongue is sharper than a switchblade - Killer by Valerie Broussard @pseud-pseud-pseudio

You have trust issues, not to mention / They say they can smell your intentions - Heathens by Twenty One Pilots @cryptidcasanova

I dine with the blood on my hands / Thrive when I'm beatin' the man - Wreak Havoc by Skylar Grey @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay

Whenever you tell me I'm pretty / That's when the hunger really hits me - Cannibal by Kesha @give-me-a-moose

And he see the universe when I'm the company / It's all in me - God is a woman by Ariana Grande @cockslut-padalecki

Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs / Cause that's what a motherfucking monster do - Monster by Kanye West, Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, Bon Iver

I wanna savor, save it for later / The taste of flavor, 'cause I'm a taker - Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande @patheticallysentimental

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah) / Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah) - WAP by Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion @anju-writes

Sorry, but I really had to wake you / See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you - Dead Girl Walking by Barrett Wilbert Weed, Ryan McCartan @nbraraeaves

Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends / You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend / I'm not fazed, only here to sin - Montero (Call Me By Your Name) by Lil Nas X @geminixevans

You're on top, I put you on top / I claimed you so proud and openly, babe - Call Out My Name by The Weeknd @romancherry

Coming from the lips of an angel / Hearing those words, it makes me weak - Lips Of An Angel by Hinder @dreamlessinparis

You know I can't stand it / You're running around / You know better daddy - I Put A Spell On You by Annie Lennox @stuckysdumbbitch

Knew you were special from the moment I saw you, I saw you, yeah - Angel by The Weeknd @noforkingclue

I can still feel your breath all over me, feeling me / I could fuck with you for eternity, infinity - Infinity by Niykee Heaton @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Come on now lover, won't you follow my lead / And we'll move on into the night - All on My Mind by Anderson East @tom-whore-dleston

Take a look in the mirror / And what do you see / Do you see it clearer / Or are you deceived - Human by Rag n Bone Man @tonarinotogepi

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me / And I just love your flashy ways - Hypnotize by Anna Kova @bonkywobble

Baby you're my ocean, I can't stop swimming / The salt of your waves, and I can't stop sipping - Black Magic by Jaymes Young @5littleassbutts

Send chills up and down your spine / Juices flowing down your thigh - Pony by Leon Bridges @kim-monsterlings

Oh, concubine, what are you made of? / No resource on this earth is that soft - Freak Like Me by NoMBe @sweeterthanthis

Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head / Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end? - Monster by Skillet @sagechanoafterdark

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me / I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me - Monster by Imagine Dragon @navybrat817

But what the fuck's it gonna take for me to make her see? Strip her naked and take her keys - Black Magic by Eminem, Skylar Grey @awesomerextyphoon

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies / Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light - The Chain by Fleetwood Mac @boxofbonesfic

All these rumors bein' spreaded / Might as well go 'head and whip it - Fetish by Selena Gomez, Gucci Mane @littlenymphie

Well I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you / I want to make you move because you're standing still - Paralyzer by Finger Eleven @danneelsmain

I'm so addicted to all the things you do / When you're going down on me / In between the sheets - Addicted by Saving Abel @thatdarkfanficstuff

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop / I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) - Poison by Alice Cooper @foxgloveprincess

I'm on the way to the promised land / I'm on the highway to hell - Highway to Hell by AC/DC @captainapple

I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track - Animals by Nickelback @thedarkplume

So kiss me on the mouth and set me free / But please don't bite - BITE by Troye Sivan @divine-mistake

Oh can you save me from the sickness of love? / I spin a silver string and hang up all the stars that you'll find - Speak in Tongues by Machineheart @boop-le-snoot

Freak like me You want a good girl that does bad things (to you) You never been with no one as nasty (as me) Spice up your life, come get a freak - Freak by Doja Cat @afriendlyblackhottie

You like the way the water tastes/You knew but it was never safe - Beware by Deftones @fineanddandy

What would it take? What else should I do? How far must I go to prove that I love you? I'll get you yet. - Mx. Sinister by IDKHow @missjaystone

You let me violate you / You let me desecrate you. - Closer by Nine Inch Nails @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

*If none of these appeal to you, hit me up and I can pull a lyric/song from my reserves for you.

You can listen to all these songs and more here at this Spotify Playlist

#SlothsMMMWritingChallenge #writing challenge #marvel writing challenge #monster fucking #monsterfucking #exophilia #tetrophilia #mcu #marvel #avengers #sebastian stan characters #chris evans characters

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Teeth

Pairing | Damon Salvatore x reader

Summary | “Men, soldiers never believe in silly tales of vampires and witches, they were all meant to spur fear in small children. But to the dismay of mankind, they exist, and must refrain from running from one, all for the occurrence of love that beats in the heart of the eldest Salvatore brother.”

Warnings | mentions of death, smut

Requested ✖️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

He was but a mere mortal, wishing to please his noble and respected father, whom had chosen to welcome fleeing guests into his grand home. Those guests consisted of a group of travelling women, who were scouring across the country, and taken political refuge where it was offered.

The gesture was a nice one, but it was no secret that he was not the kindest of men. However no human was, neither vampire. Each individual harboured their own ruthless desire, may it be blood or gold, to die in battle or to die after hundreds of years, it was all the same. A want, a luxury that they dreamed of.

Katherine had aimed her cold blooded sights on Stefan, the younger of the two Salvatore brothers. He was more brooding, the favourited by father and one of the women that were residing in his lovely home. There was an impulse Katherine had, not only for sexual proceeds, but to turn him, change him into one of the living undead.

A vampire. A drinker of blood, a fume to the sizzling sun. It certainly was not the life suited to every man or woman roaming the spilt earth, however each settled into the transition on their own terms. There were some who vowed only to feed from the forest animals, refusing to bring humans into their diet. Or others who thrived off the kill, ripping tight knitted throats out for pleasure alone, smirking in satisfaction when seeing the blood paralleled through the mirrors, presenting the red disdain upon their clothing.

Alike to Katerina, you were a fleer of the sun, a woman whom adorned an enchanted ring to bask in the daylight, and to top that off, were also enraptured with the thought of one of the handsomely crafted brothers. There was something about him that was addictive, but ironically enough, you had never fed on his blood, not once.

Damon Salvatore was a savoury supplement, a drug that made you feel better on your bad days, or even when Katherine ordered you around as though you were some witch. His gleaming smile sparked some life back into your dead body, but nothing was ever perfect, and secrets could never remain hidden.

“How absurd is that?” He asked you, stifling a reign of laughter, trying not to laugh at his own spoken words. “My father has a belief that vampires are killing the townsfolk, he’s even speaking of instating a hunt for them, to purify and ensure our safety.”

At his words, you could do no more than freeze, you felt as though you had been exposed. And to some extent you were, as you laid in the man’s velvety bed, the start of your breasts and lower hidden by the sheet. You had waited for him to return, as he spoke to his father, and here he was, kicking his shoes off, and undressing himself, only so that he could join you underneath the linen again.

As he slipped under, you felt cold, scared even, and how ironic was that, considering that you were the monster taut in the pure sheets. But he only pulled you closer, running the puckering off his sweet human lips up your neck, using his teeth to sink a bite unto your skin, whilst not using enough force to break it. His action made you shiver, for you were the one that usually did the biting, not vice versa.

However, you allowed him to continue, the wavering path of his tongue running up the side, stroking the shell of your ear as he whispered quite enticingly into it, though, it was the words that had you hooked, not the seductive tone that he upheld in stronger knots than his rugged curls. “You’re not one of them, are you?” Breathily, he laughed afterwards, causing you to join in to disguise the truth behind his joke.

And instead of quarrying about this matter, you turned to him, palming his naked chest as you felt the warmth hidden beneath his skin. He was too good for a creature like you, that much was evidential to your eye, he deserved to be happy, and live his mortal life free of the misery that you were surely going to bring. You knew, that if you allowed Katerina to know just how much this singular man meant to you, she would turn him.

She thought of herself as a saint for all the things that she did for you, but you saw her as nothing but the opposite. Katherine Pierce, or whatever she was to convert her name to appease modernity to, broke every toy that she found entertainment in, watching with a wicked smile on her vampiric face as your own was saddened, and forced to abandon said object of your attention.

Though, she was the last thing that you wanted to think about as Damon rolled on top of you; you could feel his cock resting upon the inside of your thigh, the tip of it pulsing with sexual excitement. Moving your hand beneath the covers, you grasped his length, causing him to hither his breath against the glands of your neck, raising his swollen lips to your own, mushing his nose above said point.

Choosing to forego foreplay, you directed his dick towards your folds, causing the man to rut in between your lips, sliding the wetness around his girth to act as lubrications. And with a slow entry, the pair of you gasped in a shared and open eyed unison, basking in the feeling of each other. When he was completely inside of you, he began to retract, only to piston lovingly back inside, leading you to claw at his back like an animal.

Funnily enough, that comparison was not entirely wrong, you were a predator of human kind, devised to live off their bloodstream for all of eternity. But this one, Damon Salvatore was not seen as food, he was your life, though you could never admit it for his own sake, and to protect his humanity from Katerina.

What was it that the Bennet witch had said to you, ah yes, it was “Men, soldiers never believe in silly tales of vampires and witches, they were all meant to spur fear in small children. But to the dismay of mankind, they exist, and must refrain from running from one, all for the occurrence of love that beats in the heart of the eldest Salvatore brother.” And she was right, although, you were certain that you could not stay, even if it be for Damon.

People would catch on to your youthful complexion remaining the same, and so would be, and there was no telling to how he would react to the truth, if you dared ever shared it with him. And so, you would instead opt for cumming around him, and giving him the one thing that every man wanted - pleasure. It was much different than what you needed, the smell of his divine blood had your fangs grinding, thirsting for a taste.

But you held back, never daring to harm him, and instead, threw your head back in pleasure, eyes screwed back as you rested promptly upon the plush cushion. However, that had been a mistake, for when Damon’s pitch curve of eyelashes fluttered open to stare down at you, he saw the sharp and pointy teeth hanging out of your mouth.

And so, he knew that what he heard was true. He shook, only moving to the motion that you set him with, as you idly guided him by your feather light grip on your back. Still he said nothing, trying to forget about the image of your fangs on show, thinking moreover about the sensations of you clenching around him. The sight, as terrifying as it was, sparked a desire to continue inside of him, as though he were compelled, but he knew that couldn’t be true, he had drunk a vervain laced drink with his father moments before he had returned.

Damon was indeed infatuated with you, and could not help but feel protective over you, all things considered, since you had never dared drink from him, nor anyone that he knew, or as far as he did. And so, he released with a groan, feeling you complete around him seconds later. As he pulled out, he felt the sticky seed of himself intermingled with your spilt juices slipping down to the base of his cock, but instead of cleaning it, he fell back beside you, his brows furrowed in thought.

“Damon, are you okay?” Your fingers stroked his chin, dipping in the small ridges of it as you felt his day old scruff tenderly. It was clear that you were expecting an answer, and so Damon flashed you a smile, one that was not forced, and pasted it towards you.

“I think I am.” He sighed, relieved, relaxing into the slow kiss that you pushed upon his lips, putting his work into the interlocking also. For now, he could keep a secret, and the image of your teeth to himself, nobody had to know, for all he knew, his father had no evidence that there were real vampires lurking about, or staying in his residence.

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juminly · 4 years ago

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For The Love of An Angel

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader.

Rating: Explicit. Summary: When you had spent way too much time with another man, Arthur found himself in a predicament, unable to contain his jealousy... and his possessiveness inevitably manifested. Song Inspiration: Call Out My Name [Acoustic Jazz Remix] –♥– You were not given the chance to breathe nor to think. There was something unusual about your lover and almost unhinged, a fierce glow in his sapphires that intensified the moment you walked into the dining room after coming back from your small outing with Comte de Saint Germain. No… it was not then. It was when you were by his side, snuggled tight in his embrace. Arthur trusted you wholeheartedly, you having already informed him what you were up to, helping Comte with a ball that he was planning to hold in the mansion in less than a month's time. Wanting a female's opinion and touch in the preparations, to add a little more 'modernity' to the banquet that he had in mind, Comte decided to consult you in the matter. You had graciously accepted to aid him in his quest, even though you didn't have much experience with these excessively lavish balls, it not being customary to the 21st century and such. Still, this was a great opportunity for you to do something that was outside of your own routine and even Arthur had encouraged you to dive deep into the matter, knowing that it would give you even more of an idea about all the mindless extravagance that the Parisian aristocracy were so preoccupied with. A futile preoccupation in Arthur’s ‘humble’ opinion. The quirk of your lips when you met your lover's gaze was involuntary, missing his excruciatingly handsome face, a slight tilt of his head, an implicit gesture to the empty seat by his side that was meant for you while his pink lips playfully hooked into a grin, exposing pearly whites along with his fangs. Without even speaking, you could hear his voice in your head saying "At last", his voice warm and silky smooth as chocolate melting on your tongue, manifesting the peace and comfort he felt with you finally returning home. Settling on the chair right next to him, instead of greeting you as usual with a kiss, sometimes much deeper than your custom ‘greeting’ kiss, he leaned in and kissed you right under your collarbone and ran the tip of his nose along the column of your neck, inhaling your exquisite scent while sweet shivers spread across your skin. You smelled like him, you smelled like another man and… Arthur was appalled. He was indeed unhinged and maybe even furious over the scrambled thoughts rushing through his mind, his desire driven by a primal need to mark you and claim you before every single threat that sat on that same table. Friend or foe. It didn’t matter.

Arthur couldn’t recall what was said, his lips simply moving of their own volition, maintaining a semblance of decorum while responding to whoever had attempted to converse with him, a considerable feat for a man in his state. The walk to your room was a silent one yet you hadn't read into it, the familiar click of his oxfords against the mansion floor, his gloved fingers interlaced with yours as his thumb caressed your palm, over and over again, a motion that was a natural habit for you. Yet, the moment you set foot into your shared bedroom, it was like all the air around you. Arthur pulled you into his embrace, his arms finding home around your waist, your body crushed against his as he pinned your back to the door. A loud click resounding in your room, a tell-tale that your lover locked the door. And now that you were both behind closed doors, not that it ever mattered before, the leather covering his hands glided over your figure, swiftly stripping you out of your clothing, ridding you of every barrier that dared come in his way. Sometimes you wondered how he did it so effortlessly, how he had you melt at the faintest touch and fall even harder for him when he expressed how he truly felt. The kiss that had you locked together was unbreakable, his tongue caressing yours with urgent passion, there was absolutely no vigilance or thought to any action he was taking. After aiding you in your feat, he undressed as quickly as he could, moving his fingers over his garments instinctively, his mind filled with only thoughts of you. He finally broke the kiss, both of your chests heaving harshly as you had stolen each other’s breath, the cool breeze from the open window cold against your heated bodies. Arthur’s lips quirked up impishly, his hands cupped your breasts and brushed his thumbs over the hardened beads, your eyes looking up to meet clear dark blue. “Arthur... It's cold.” From a woman as coquettish as you were, that was an excuse that you both knew to be untrue. The cause for your trembling were many but the main reason stood before you, his handsome visage drawing closer to you until he was but a mere breath away, a breath that you could barely take. “It won't be long until I have you all warm for me, love. Patience.” He leaned down to press his lips on the junction of your neck and shoulder, your breasts fondled so gently, his hands moving with minitious precision, eliciting one reaction after another. As if your body was but an instrument he controlled at his will, shivers were running up and down your spine, your lips trembling slightly as your nipples were twisted between his fingers. “They call out to me so willingly, love. So audacious in their plea and I am but a helpless man, in no state to resist your siren’s call, my angel.” “Arthur… You know I always want you, love.” You panted, your heartbeat quickening with every word he uttered as you listened with bated breath, each syllable pulling on your heartstrings while your lover commenced his ritual. His hands meandered away from your supple breasts, pinching your peaking nipples one last time, releasing them from his hold, revelling in the shivering laugh that passed through your lips with a mischievous chuckle. Arthur allowed his hands to smooth over the soft skin of your back, beckoning your hips forward with a gentle squeeze of your behind before pushing the back of your thighs and hoisting up in his arms, your legs wrapping so perfectly around him. “You are driving this old chap absolutely and undoubtedly mad and there’s nothing I can do about it.” He couldn't help but let his hands wander over your tender flesh, his fingers digging into your thighs, one of the most favourite parts of your body that he always sought, dreamt and countlessly indulged in. “May God be my witness…” he breathed warmly against your neck, his lips titillating as they brushed softly against your sensitive skin. “I shall do whatever I can, my angel. I promise you that.” “What is it that you’re promising exactly, handsome?” You wondered out loud, the teasing edge to your voice hadn’t gone unnoticed either. “Does my angel really wish to know the answer to that?” Not even the anger that he felt could stop him from being his playful self with you, yet, your usual banter was not enough to rid him of the possessiveness that he felt. “Arthur... Don’t answer my question with another. You know what happens when you do that.” Your tone, mocking a sternness that your countenance didn’t express, elicited a warm chuckle from your lover, a sound that soothed your heart. “I surrender, haha. It is simple, love. I do not appreciate other men taking advantage of your kindness, love. You are much too desirable yet you are blind as to how seductive you can be, having me irrevocably entranced by your wiles.” Grazing the tip of his fangs on your neck as he walked to sit down on the divan with you straddling him, he couldn’t help but think to himself: ‘I want her to understand, I want her to know, I don’t want to be unreasonable but this is getting out of control’. The vampire in him only raged louder inside of him, provoking his desire to get this specific point across, to stake his claim and make your body, heart and mind his, over and over again. “I am not willing to share with another, my angel. You are mine, today and forevermore.” Those words, a promise of an eternity together that he chanted like a prayer every time he spoke to you. Forever and always. Forever and always echoed in your mind, in your heart and in your soul. Biting into your neck only for a split second, Arthur pulled away and watched as the toxins coursed through you, the climax caused by the bite raking through your body as you rutted your wet folds against his hard abdomen, only increasing the stimulation to his needy cock twitching inside his trousers, begging for you. But now, he couldn’t even give two shits about that, Arthur was far too enrapt in giving you pleasure, yearning to hear his name fall from your lips… to be the only name that you prayed upon while he drove you to the precipice of bliss. He watched as blood trickled out of the small wound, the tip of his tongue lazily lapping up the trail moving down your chest and even reaching your abdomen, decorating your flesh with pink blemishes that would soon turn to dusk. Watching your face contorted and your lips swollen and slick from his kisses, Arthur’s eyes locked on yours and he spoke in a solemn tone, an edge of something akin to anger to it. “Let me love you…” Yet, it was only a manifestation of his possessiveness, nothing but your love, your answer to his plea could possibly assuage the fire burning in his heart. “Let me love… all of you.” Your response was a silent one but one that he still desperately needed. With a chaste kiss on his cheek, Arthur could unleash what was buried inside. ��Placing his elbows right under your knees, Arthur secured your legs in his arms, laying back down and pulled your body closer to his face, your core sliding over his chest until you pushed down on your knees, finding yourself hovering right over his handsome face. “Ravishing…” Arthur murmured softly, finally smiling as he looked up at you. Your curls tumbling down your chest, framing your mounds as blood snaked down your curves, painting a roadmap over the meadows of your soft skin. Tears already forming in your eyes, a shimmering glaze over them, making them look even more mesmerizing than they already were. If that were even possible. Laying prickly kisses your inner thighs, Arthur smiled ravenously every time you hissed, the dichotomy between the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his fangs enticing you beyond compare, the heightening ache between your legs a testament to your body’s greed for your lover. That is what he wanted. That is what he needed. He chuckled boyishly as he saw you smile at him, clearly enjoying the attention he was giving you and he sighed dreamily, at the waking dream that was you. “This is what it’s like to have Heaven smile down at me.” You couldn’t help but let a giggle of your own escape, all these mentions of Heaven and angel were a bit ironic considering that you were the complete opposite of what one would call an angel. Yet, your lover had his reasons. Arthur vowed to himself that he would worship every inch of you whether it was with words or his body, pay what is due for the blessing that the heavens have bestowed upon him, being entrapped between the soft thighs of an angel... his angel. No matter how pure his thoughts may seem, everything about your lover radiated pure, unbridled lust and... sin. You were his Aphrodite, yet in his eyes, even she did not hold a candle to you. You could feel Eros in his tantalizing touch, unwinding every inch of your being with Ludus playing at the corner of his smirked lips, watching him watch you lose yourself in the glint of Mania you saw in his eyes. This was your lover, this was the man that was wholeheartedly prepared to become a better man, for himself and for you. Ultimately, you knew that the flames of Agape burned fiercely in his heart, making him completely and utterly yours, forever and always. This time, he bit you once again, right next to your aching need, shocking your body so suddenly, crying out his name as the rush made your hips snap to meet Arthur's mouth. He was more than ready to oblige, languidly lapping at the wound and opening your fold with the tip of his tongue, the mix of his two favourite flavours making him groan loud, pushing your hips down onto his face as his own instinctively rocked into the air, seeking some sort of respite but it was all in vain. The bulging tent in Arthur’s trousers was not the only sign that revealed the state he was in. Your lover’s raspy moans echoed in your shared room, joining your breathless cries as the wet noises grew even louder with the fervency of Arthur’s hunger to completely devour you. “Tell me what you want, my angel. Call out to me… tell me exactly what it is you need.” “Arthur... love... You… Ahhh pleaseee...” A broken moan ripping from your throat, your body moving on its own, your hips rutting against Arthur’s expectant tongue, the aftershocks of the bite still coursing through your veins as you keened for a different kind of pleasure from your lover. Your moans grew even louder, Arthur flattening his tongue over your sensitive nub, pressing against it as your core glided over it, shivers raking through you as he had you use him as you pleased. Long fingers conspired to unravel you, delicate just as they were conniving in their quest to still you while your lover had you teetering on the brink of losing your sanity. He sucked fiercely on your clit, not paying mind to the quivers that have befallen you. Your back arched needily as you called out your lover's name, a prayer that only he could answer. The waves of pleasure overtook you, having your entire body tremble and gripping the arm of the divan with all your might, forming indentations in the fabric from the sheer force of your pleasure. Arthur plunged his tongue inside of you, your walls contracting wildly against his wet muscle as he continued to thrust it in and out of you, guiding your hips with his hands while you rode his mouth, your juices coating it along with his lips, driving you further to the pinnacle of your release. Collapsing forward onto the divan, you rested your head on its arm while trying to catch your breath. You could still feel your vision a bit blurred, your core still pulsing from your previous orgasms… and you knew Arthur wouldn’t just stop there. When did he ever end the night without having you weeping for him? Either to continue or to stop. “Angel... I fear for you.” The solemnity in Arthur’s tone breaking the silence. "Hah... why do you say that, baby?" You couldn’t help but inquire, especially when his usual cheery tone was now dark, lustful and almost… threatening. It wasn’t like you didn’t know exactly what he meant. Still, you wanted him to say it, to express himself and not keep anything locked inside his heart. He scoffed, not at you, but at himself, at how such a pet name made him feel so gleeful despite his urgent need to mark you, to dominate you. It was a great contradiction to how furiously crazed he felt but it was no surprise. You kept him grounded, sane… composed. One of the many reasons why you were his angel. Noticing that some of your blood was about to drop onto his chest, he pushed your hips up, his large hands gripping your behind tight and firm while he lapped up the blood before it would trickle down, teasing your folds with a wide lick over them, humming as the taste of your release and your blood seeped into his mouth, his voice dripping with silver as he praised your taste with a salacious moan of his own. “Hmm... You will not be able to handle what I have planned for you, love. But don’t try and stop me. I don’t plan on it.” Securing you in his hold, he flipped you on your back with his body hovering above yours. It gave you a moment to cast an appreciative gaze over Arthur’s well-defined chest, let your hands wander and trace over sharp edges of his musculature, just the perfect balance of lean and masculine. Your eyes immediately traveled to where his long fingers were working on that wretched belt of his so you could finally get what you needed… and give him what he needed. “And I had absolutely no intention to do so.” Your seductive grin was met with one of his own, a flash of pink appearing as he licked his lips that were glossed with traces of you. And God only knew… you weren’t sure if you would ever be prepared for anything this man had to give you, especially with you being so stupidly and completely in love with him. And him with you. And thus, your sleepless night, where you shed, blood, sweat and tears had begun. –♥– Tagging @shhhlikeme @sweetlittlemouse @delicateikemenmemes@kisara-16 (Sorry if I forgot anyone else who wanted to be tagged!) Please feel free to leave some love in the comments or some feedback!💜 You can also check out my Masterlist !

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harlot-of-oblivion · 4 years ago

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Tales of Miss Fortune

It’s been awhile since you’ve heard a certain red devil callin’ but you soon find yourself fighting alongside Dante when trouble comes a knockin’.

Here’s the rootin’ tootin’ spooky treat I’ve been promising for weeks! Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain, y’all! 🌹🤠🌹

Rated Explicit for: Vampire and DT Smut, Blood Drinking, and the usual violent demonic fighting with the addition of vampiric dusting.

Chapter 1: Fallin’ for a Gun Street Girl

Some people believe that there’s life after death while others say it’s just an underwhelming ending. You used to think the latter until experiencing the cold embrace of death for yourself. Now, you know that there’s a way to live a life after death…just not in the way that most folks tend to envision, such as spending an eternity in heavenly paradise or burning in hell.

Death truly is a cruel mistress to the living, but to vampires such as yourself…let’s just say that you and death have been bedfellows for well over a century now.

And you would think that someone would change after being dead for as long as you have, and yet here you are…still hanging out at rowdy bars, observing small groups of people gathered around various tables from your usual spot in the corner. It feels like any other normal night; the cackling of drunk patrons and clinking of numerous bottles is like music to your ears. But you feel like there’s something missing…and you finally figure out what it is after catching yourself looking up with every swing of the front entrance for the past hour.

Dante is a no show…again.

Your eyes glance down at the empty chair sitting right next to you, wondering if he’s been busy since the last time you saw him or just plain avoiding you altogether. Neither of you made any plans to hook up after that night in his shop, so you aren’t really surprised by the lack of interest. Afterall, the Legendary Devil Hunter has better things to do than to hang around a dead woman…at least, that’s what you tell yourself while pushing him out of your thoughts.

But you quickly find that it’s easier said than done as your eyes dart towards the pool tables, shivering at the memory of your own game of strip pool with him. It was one of the most fun nights of your undead life…hell, you can’t even remember a time where you were that happy when you were alive! But you know that getting attached to mortals usually invites trouble, and you don’t want to be a burden for an exceptional mortal like the Son of Sparda himself.

I’m bettin’ it was just a one-time thing anyway, you surmise, tearing your eyes away from the pool table while kicking your feet up on the table. He’s probably found someone alive and a lot prettier than-

The sudden screams of terror just outside the bar brings your thought to screeching halt. The few patrons who aren’t shit faced drunk immediately notice the commotion before bolting towards the exit. You tip your hat up and tilt your head with interest, listening to the inhuman shrieks that ring out like a hellish choir while everyone else starts panicking. It only takes a few more seconds and a couple more guttural growls before everybody gets wise enough in their drunken stupor to start rushing out.

Almost all of the drunkards are gone when the front windows explode in spray of glass. A horde of demons come barreling through and instantly set their malevolent sights on the stragglers, raising their jagged blades and claws high in the air before moving in for the kill. But you prove to be a lot quicker on the draw with your guns as you shoot each demon in speedy succession, distracting them long enough for the rest of the patrons to get away and live for another day.

“Hoo wee!” you yowl as the horde turns their attention towards you still sitting in the corner with your legs propped up on the table. “I’ve never got a good look at you demons before…y’all look like the hindquarters of bad luck!” you admit with a small shrug while the ugly sons of bitches start closing in on you. “But that’s alright…” You kick your feet off of the table before using some of your vampiric strength to fling it towards the center of the group, knocking a few demons down with a splintering crack.

“Cos yer about to meet Miss Fortune herself!” you boast, cocking both of your guns before raising them up in a challenge.

The demons hiss and spit like a herd of angry cats while spreading out through the bar, ignoring the obvious gap you’ve created with the table. You’ve never tangled with fiendish entities before, but this tells you that these demons aren’t the brightest crayons in the box. Your lips curl into a cocky grin as you aim your trusty guns towards the first casualties of this hellish brawl.

“C’mon now! It ain’t good manners to keep a lady waitin’!”

Your final taunt pushes them to pounce at once, giving you an opening to dash through the gap you made in a blink of an eye. You run past the broken remains of the table before turning around and taking aim, boosting your speed with blood while taking the first of many more shots. Misery and Woe were custom made to handle supernatural entities, and it seems they do just fine on demonic threats judging by the guttural screams of pain. All of them drop dead one after the other in a satisfying spray of blood within seconds, standing no chance against your heightened sense of accuracy and deadly aim.

“Huh…well, that was easy,” you quietly quip while reloading your guns.

Another round of demonic howls echo just outside the now thoroughly trashed and bullet ridden bar. Your keen sense of hearing detects the rustling of fighting and some gunshots among the ruckus. Something deep down in your gut knows who it is that’s letting loose on them demons…and you can’t help feeling a little excited at the thought of seeing him again.

You quickly make your way outside, breaking the front door off its hinges as you zoom out of the bar. The familiar scent of blood greets your nose as you scan the numerous bodies of dead demons on the street. Your eyes shift from side to side, scanning the area for any sign of who may be responsible for this onslaught of pure and utter chaos.

“Howdy, Darlin’.”

Your instincts kick in as you swing around and point your guns at the devil of your desire. His cheeky smirk widens as he casually approaches, bringing back memories of the pool game you’ve been trying to forget for both of your sakes. You slowly lower your arms while shaking your head in disbelief before flashing him with a confident grin.

“Well, well…look who finally decided to grace me with his devilish presence!” you exclaim with just a hint of sarcasm. “It only took a horde of demons and some gunfire to summon ya, but now that you’re here…” You pause when more demonic screeches echo in the distance, turning your head to glance over your shoulder at the oncoming wave of demons before looking back at him with a toothy grin.

“Wanna have some fun, Cowboy?”

Dante chuckles as he stands next to you. “With you…always,” he replies with a flirty wink before brandishing a huge sword from out of nowhere.

Your heart would be fluttering at his words if it were still beating, but there’s no time to dwell on these cumbersome emotions with imminent danger around the corner. You tip your hat to him before raising your guns just as more demons come running down the street. Both of you keep your ground to the very last second until springing into action.

Dante sprints towards the oncoming horde while you hang back and spray them with a hail of bullets. You admire the sheer power behind every stroke of his blade from afar, yearning to feel his robust arms around you again while shooting down more and more demons. C’mon now…this ain’t no time to be droolin’ like a waterfall, you mentally berate yourself before honing all of your focus on the task at hand. It only takes a few minutes for both of you to mow down the majority of demons before he brings up the obvious with his laid-back yet direct flair.

“So, I uh…haven’t seen ya since that night at my shop.”

Your face falls flat as you lower your guns. “Really, Dante? You wanna get into it right now?”

“Seems as good as any other time,” he retorts with a shrug before cutting down the last demon left standing with a broad sweep of his sword.

“And I suppose you’ve been avoiding my usual haunt since then for no particular reason either, hmm?” you ask while gesturing towards the bar with your head before raising a brow at him.

“I’ve been busy with a couple jobs lately,” he explains, resting his sword on his shoulder while walking up to you. “And besides, you know where I live,” he points out with a nod of his head as he stands right in front of you. “I even left ya an open invitation so that you can freely enter the shop whenever you want, Darlin’.”

His striking blue eyes glow in the moonlight as he scans your face, longing to see them spark with desire again. Your head starts spinning as the scent of gunpowder and leather mixed with a little blood wafts under your nose. You want to tell him that you miss his rousing company, his rowdy laughter, his searing hot kisses…but your keen ears pick up the rustle of fast approaching steps just behind him.

You quickly step to the side and take aim before firing at the pissed off demon. He whips around with Ebony and Ivory at the ready, but you beat him to punch as the demon falls dead on the ground. “Ooh! Better luck next time, Cowboy,” you crow with a playful smirk while holstering your guns.

Dante lets out a soft bark of laughter while shaking his head. “Next time, huh? I really like the sound of that.”

You chuckle and bite your lower lip as your hunger for him begins to stir. “Me too. It’s just…I got the impression that you didn’t wanna…what I mean to say is-”

“It’s not customary for our kind to engage in such barbaric relations with mortals.”

Both of you swing around towards the source of the phantom response, guns pointed down a dark alleyway. You glare at a pair of vampires walking out of the shadows before fanning out as eight more reveal themselves while swiftly surrounding you. One of them tilts his head as he inspects Dante with a critical eye. Your heightened senses tell you that he must be the leader since his blood is the most potent out of all of them.

“But I suppose a hybrid such as yourself would be an exception.”

Dante chuckles softly. “Looks like we got some party crashers,” he casually comments while turning so that both of your backs are pressed together.

All of the vampires quietly laugh as their daunting stares pin both of you down like a pack of ravenous wolves. You glance down at the bloody street, noting that this is the first time you’ve encountered your own kind around these parts…which is odd since that’s exactly why you hangout around here to begin with. But now you can’t swing a damn lasso without roping one on the very same night of a random demon attack!

The more you think about it…the more it reeks of something fishy.

“All this your handy work, I presume?” you inquire, motioning to the carnage all around you with a flick of your wrists.

The lead vampire smiles and turns to you. “In a manner of speaking…we simply pointed out that an infamous devil hunter frequents this very lively bar.”

Your eyes narrow at the implication of his words. “An ambush, huh?” You turn your head and meet Dante’s befuddled gaze. “Who’d you piss off this time?”

“Hell if I know,” he mutters while shrugging his shoulders.

You chortle at his carefree attitude and ready yourself for the challenging fight ahead. Dante turns and addresses the lead vampire with his disarming smirk. “We’re kinda in the middle of something, so if you could just-”

The vampire closest to the leader interrupts by loudly humming in delight. “No wonder our mistress sent us to collect such a delectable prize.”

Dante ignores the obvious attempt at flirtatious intimidation. “Well, I’m real flattered and all, but-”

“HE’S MINE!”

Your feral growl grabs everybody’s attention as you make a show of flashing your fangs, warning everyone to back off before things get messy. “Ooooh! Looks like this one’s already been claimed,” another vampire chimes in before letting out a baleful cackle.

“And here I thought we could talk this out like civilized kin,” the leader laments with a shake of his head.

The lustful vampire laughs before inflaming your possessive fury by sauntering up closer. “Such a shame that someone as old and infamous as you would be meeting her Final Death over-”

It only takes one explosive round from Misery aimed straight at their mouth to shut them the fuck up. The redolent air instantly becomes hostile as that vampire crumples down on the street, helplessly twitching while the remaining vampires snarl and hiss with outrage. Dante summons his sword and crouches down into a ready stance while you cock your other gun.

“I ain’t one to repeat myself but lemme make it very fuckin’ clear for y’all,” you begin, slowly raising Woe at the first vampiric casualty of this unfortunate encounter. “If any of you worthless ticks so much as touch a white hair on his head…” You aim and pull the trigger, reducing them to a pile of smoldering ashes with the force of your second shot.

“I’ll have ya begging for mercy before sprinkling yer ashes all over this goddamn street.”

And with that one final warning, the leader raises a hand and signals the rest of his cohorts to attack. Dante springs into action while you stand your ground, waiting until they get close enough until the very last second. You turn into mist just as one vampire raises a hand to swipe at you with their vicious claws, sifting through their bodies and reforming right behind them.

The barrels of Misery and Woe glisten in the pale moonlight as you let loose a barrage of bullets at inhuman speed. Two more vampires turn into dust while another clutches the back of their wounded head as they drop to the ground. You reload your guns as quick as a flash and take aim to finish the job, but the only survivor of your sly tactic zooms by and slashes your shoulder.

You snarl as sharp pain shoots down your arm, distracting you from weaker prey and focusing your attention on the asshole who ruined your favorite leather jacket. This vampire is almost as fast as you, swinging his clawed fists with precision towards the few vital points of your body. But you prove to be not only faster but wilier as well, dodging every single one of his blows while leading him towards some burning debris in the street.

You feint to left before shifting right as soon as they’re close to the flames, purposely letting him puncture your shoulder while using a large portion of blood to boost your strength. Your jaw clenches tight, holding back your yelp of pain as he growls victoriously at their measly accomplishment. But the joke’s really on him as you holster one of your guns before extending your nails into razor sharp claws.

Your lips curl into a devious grin. “You must be feeling pretty lucky right about now,” you note, making sure he meets your unwavering gaze. “But lemme fill ya in on a little secret…”

You swiftly jab your hand up straight towards his chest, long claws striking true with their target as they pierce his lifeless heart. His face contorts with agonizing shock as you twist your wrist, burrowing deeper until the tip of your claws stab through his back. You easily lift him up off the ground before turning around towards the blazing fire.

“No one’s lucky so long as Miss Fortune’s in town.”

You hurl him straight into the fire with one strong thrust, dislodging your claws from his chest before pulling your hat down in front of your eyes while turning away. The hot flash of flames lights up the night while tormented screams echo down the street, sending chills down your spine as you struggle to remain in control. Your feet move of their own accord away from the flaring threat, instinctually knowing that your quarry has met his Final Death.

Your eyes zero in on your previous prey limping away from the fray. You dash right up them and stomp your foot on their back, keeping them still as you carefully aim for the killing shot. Your finger slowly squeezes the trigger, relishing in their pitiful plea for mercy before ending their miserable undead life. But you don’t have long to delight in the bloodbath as Dante’s harsh grunt meets your ears, bringing your attention back over to his side of the fight.

Multiple piles of ash now litter the street alongside demon corpses. Dante is engaged with the only vampire left, which happens to be the leader himself. You get ready for a real challenge by reloading your guns with explosive bullets, but all logical thought flies out the window when you witness this leech attempting to…bite…and feed…

Something in the darkest recesses of your mind snaps and you suddenly find yourself using more blood to boost your speed before hurtling towards the object of your ire. The leader senses your approach and tries to act accordingly, but Dante seizes the chance to turn around and swing his sword at him. The blade cuts a deep gash across the leader’s neck and a thick spray of blood spatters across Dante’s face as you close in on your target.

“If a man is the sum of his misfortunes…” You stop just short of running into him and swiftly shove both barrels of Misery and Woe into his gaping mouth. “Then you’re one unlucky sonuvabitch,” you finish, enjoying the fear in his eyes as you pull both triggers.

You let out a satisfied growl as his undead brain gets blown to bits, smirking as his blood splatters across your face. He falls to his knees but the bastard refuses to meet his Final Death, still swiping his clawed hands around clumsily. But Dante swoops in and lops off his head with a single sweep of his sword before you can take aim with your guns.

The leader’s body crumbles to ash, leaving just the two of you in a sea of dusty carnage. You look at your devilish lover just as he turns his gaze towards you; both of you are covered in blood and still buzzing from the battle. Your keen hearing picks up his rapid breathing and heartbeat, which only stokes your flickering hunger into a blazing inferno.

“Dante,” you purr sensually while holstering your guns.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs hoarsely before stalking over to you.

You meet him halfway before both of you just pounce on each other. Dante wraps his arms around your waist while your hands encircle his neck before both of your lips crash down and meet in a desperately heady kiss. You moan as he slips his tongue past your fangs while the scent of leather and gunpowder drives you wild. Finally seeing him fight and absolutely covered in gore pushes you to indulge in what you’ve been secretly missing since that night at the shop.

And it seems Dante agrees since his hands grope your ass and urge you to jump into his embrace. You oblige and hop into arms, wrapping your legs around his waist while nibbling on his lower lip with your fangs. He groans softly and tears his mouth from your starving lips before turning his face away, baring his neck to you as he treks back towards the bar. Your predatory gaze hones in on the pulsating vein being kindly offered, swiftly leaning in and scraping your fangs against his skin before sinking in for a luscious feast.

Dante grunts at your bite but his hurried pace never slows as he arrives at the entrance of the bar. He steps over the broken door and heads to the closet surface that isn’t totally ripped to shreds: the fucking pool table. But you don’t even care to comment with wry quip with his deliciously smooth blood trickling down your throat…he could’ve fucked you right then and there on the street and you wouldn’t have cared so long as his crimson nectar was on your tongue.

You suck a few more greedy mouthfuls as he sets you down, taking note of his strategic position of facing the entrance before tearing away from his neck. He instantly captures your bloody red lips with his hungry mouth, swirling his tongue around your fangs as he clutches you tight against his body. You feel the pin prick of claws press against your hips before he tears your jeans along with your panties, shredding them off until you’re only wearing your cowboy boots below your waist.

Your heightened sense of hearing catches the sound of approaching trouble a few meters outside of the bar. Dante notices too as he tears away from your lips and tilts his head towards the sound of approaching adversaries. His lips curl into a cheeky grin as he kneels down between your legs while reaching behind his back.

“Do me a favor and shoot down whatever comes our way while I take care of business down here,” he requests, brandishing both of his guns with a twirl before handing them over.

You take the guns just as a couple of demons come hurling through the shattered windows. “Sure thing, Cowboy,” you comply with a wicked grin.

Your hands swivel around and take aim while Dante dives in between in your legs, licking and sucking your wet cunt as you fire rapid shots at the encroaching demons. You gasp and moan between shots as he finds just the right spot, flicking and twirling his tongue while his nose rubs your clit in the most maddening way. This causes you to miss a few shots due to the delectable distraction down below, swearing up a storm with every errand bullet.

Dante silently chuckles at every curse word that flies from your mouth. “What’s the matter?” he pipes up between lavish licks, gazing up at you with a mischievous red gleam in his eyes. “I thought an infamous pistolero like yourself wouldn’t be so easily distracted!”

You hiss at his playful jeer while shooting down a demon that got really close to the pool table. “Less talkin’ and more lickin’, Cowboy,” you quip back, deciding that you would have better luck with your aim by switching positions. You clench your thighs around his head and swiftly turn your body around until you’re riding his face.

“Mmm, you’re gonna meet the devil at this rate, Darlin’,” he murmurs against your slit, nipping and sucking your folds before his tongue strokes even deeper inside you.

You feel like you’re floating away while shooting down the remainder of the demonic wave, twitching in pleasure until finally coming on his scruffy face with an ecstatic moan as you fully give into his devilish tongue. He greedily suckles every pulse of your cunt, slurping every drop of your pleasure as you fall against the soft green surface of the pool table. An intense heat emanates from his mouth as he slowly pulls away from in between your thighs, and you look over your shoulder to see a most wondrous and intimidating sight.

A true devil with smoldering red scales and spikey plating is standing behind you, smirking with familiar lips while glowing red eyes roam your prone body. You’ve only heard rumors about his demonic form but to see it for yourself is truly astonishing…and incredibly arousing. You lift yourself up from the pool table with a soft grunt and shuck off your long leather jacket before leaning back down, making a show of spreading your legs nice and wide.

His gravelly growl sends pleasant tingles down your spine as you give him a good view of your ass and sopping wet cunt. You peek over your shoulder and flash him a naughty grin. “C’mon, Cowboy,” you purr while wiggling your hips provocatively. “Show me how a real devil rides in the rodeo.”

Dante chuckles huskily while grabbing your hips with his clawed hands. “Are ya ready, Darlin’?” he asks gruffly, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you up towards his crimson chest before pressing his lips close to your ear. “Cos I’m gonna have you screaming my name all night.”

You gasp as an unfamiliar length slides in between your slick thighs, surprising you with its unusual yet tantalizing texture. Your eyes glance down and catch a glimpse of his member as it glides against your slick slit, noting its reddish black color and thick ridges all around the shaft. You whimper at the thought of his devilish cock slipping inside you, stretching you out while filling you up to the brim…just the feel of it has your thighs clenching around him with anticipation.

Sharp fangs nibbling on your ear breaks you out of your carnal daze. You thrust your hips back against him while reaching back to grab one of the long spikes protruding from his head. Another fiendish growl makes your body quiver as he turns your head to capture your lips with a searing hot kiss. He gently guides you to bend over the pool table, never breaking away from your wanton mouth while adjusting himself between your legs.

Dante slowly slides every inch of his ribbed cock inside you, pulling a pleased moan from your throat as his tongue licks one of your elongated fangs. You softly whine as he finally bottoms out, silently begging him to give you a taste before the imminent display of shameless debauchery. One corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk as he cuts the flat of tongue against your fang. You revel in the thick smokiness of his blood while his clawed hands rip your buttoned shirt open and slice your cotton bra between the cups before groping your breasts.

You ready yourself for one helluva ride…but both of you break away from each other’s lips as the clamor of more approaching demons meet your keen ears. Dante lets out an irritable growl while you reach for his guns still lying out on the pool table. You flip them around in a flashy fashion before presenting them with flourish above your head.

“I believe it’s your turn to do the shootin’, Cowboy.”

A sudden blast of blistering heat hits your back, almost blowing your gambler hat off as he gives your breasts one last squeeze before withdrawing with a teasing scrape across your nipples. He takes his trusty weapons from your grasp and points Ebony towards the entrance while resting Ivory just above your navel as he wraps his arm around your waist. You would be holding your breath if you still had the ability to breathe as he waits for trouble to come knocking, staying completely still until the very last moment…

Dante slowly pulls out, leaving only the tip inside you while the first wave of demons come crawling through the broken windows. Then, he slams his hips back against you with a sharp slap as he fires the first of many shots. You moan unabashedly as he sets a steady pace, pounding into you with brutal force while shooting down a stream of demons. It doesn’t take you long to reach your peak again, coming from the new sensation of his devilish cock while a barrage of bullets whiz through demonic skulls.

Your body falls limp against the pool table as Dante swings Ivory towards the back of the bar. He fires a rapid hail of bullets as more demons come through the back entrance while keeping his ruthless pace. The metallic ring of bullet casings bouncing off the hardwood floor keeps the insatiable flame of your desire burning as your hunger demands more blood and more pleasure.

You lift one of your legs up onto the pool table, resting your knee against the edge while propping yourself up on your arms. Then, you thrust your hips back to meet every hard pump of his cock, keening with every brush against your sweet spot as he buries himself even deeper inside you. Your ears pick up some faint cursing as some of his shots fly by a few encroaching targets.

“What’s the matter?” you ask as he points Ebony towards the demons. “I thought an infamous devil hunter like yourself wouldn’t be so easily distracted,” you taunt, mirroring his exact words from earlier while looking over your shoulder and meeting his smoldering gaze.

Dante growls and quickly disposes of the remaining demons, wrapping both arms around you as soon as the last one disintegrates with a pitiful shriek. He pulls you up until your back meets his glowing red chest and picks up the pace, scaly hips slapping against your ass while his warm grunts puff against your cool skin. The slide of Ivory presses against your breast while the barrel of Ebony rests above the apex of your thighs, rubbing your clit with every hard thrust as he nuzzles the back of your head. You groan as intense pleasure starts to build up again, making you mumble incoherently while holding onto his arms with your bruising grip.

You tilt your head and bare your neck, hoping that he sees the invitation to partake of you. The exhilarating feel of sharp fangs nipping and grazing along the soft flesh you’ve exposed lets you know that he got the message. His guttural purr sends tiny tremors of delight throughout your body, making you ache for his bite as you rush towards rapturous release.

Dante drags his demonic tongue against your neck before sinking his fiendish fangs into your supple flesh. His name bursts from your lips as you tumble over the edge again, body shaking in his fervid embrace as he takes a couple swigs of your blood. “Mmm…fuck, I’ve missed the taste of you,” he groans against your neck, relentlessly thrusting through your orgasm and smacking his lips before going back for more.

The rustle of something unfurling knocks you out of the hazy aftershocks of your mind-numbing orgasm. You glance over your shoulder just as Dante spreads his demonic wings out wide. Their swirly red patterns hypnotizes you, pulsing with his heartbeat while gradually glowing brighter as he chases his own pleasure. You moan at the impressive display of power while leaning down against the pool table, silently encouraging him to fuck you with wild abandon by thrusting your ass back with enthusiastic fervor.

Dante drops both of his guns on the pool table and grips your hips with his wickedly sharp claws. His booming growl sends darts of pleasure straight down through your cunt as he pounds into you with renewed vigor. Your enraptured moans mingle with his gravelly growls as both of you come careening over the edge together among the blood and gore. You scream his name over and over while he cums in great spurts, slicking your cunt with his white-hot seed as the lewd squelching from his frenzied thrusts echo throughout the ruined bar.

Both of you ride the pleasurable wave, gasping and writhing against each other to the very end. You collapse against the pool table while Dante leans over and rests atop your back, warming the crook of your neck with his panting breath. Your thighs twitch as his cum drips out from your sated sex, making you feel some carnal satisfaction deep within the primal recesses of your mind.

You let out a blissful sigh while leaning back to nuzzle his spiky head, softly purring as his warm lips press numerous kisses against your neck. You bask in this tender moment, giving into this feel of emotional closeness before the inevitable parting of your ways. But you don’t have time to dwell on that bittersweet notion as the familiar sense of dawn approaching washes over you.

Your entire being instantly reacts to the slow ascension of the sun, quaking in fear while wriggling out of the warm embrace of your devilish lover. “Whoa! Easy there,” he coos as you reach for your long leather jacket. “What’s the hurry, Darlin’?”

“The sun…I can feel it rising,” you explain, quickly slipping both of your arms through your jacket before buttoning it up. “I gotta go…but I dunno if I can make it to my sanctuary before…” you trail off, trembling at the thought of meeting your Final Death under the rays of the morning sun.

“You can stay at the shop if you want.”

His nonchalant offer gives you pause as your head snaps over your shoulder, noting that he’s reverted back to his human form. You think it over for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of taking him up on his gracious offer. “If you have a dark basement…or a way to block all sunlight from entering a vacant room,” you suggest, desperately hoping that he really means it since his place is a lot closer than the crypt that serves as your temporary home at the local cemetery.

Dante cups your face with both of his hands. “I won’t let anything happen to you during the day,” he swears while meeting your frantic gaze.

You stare into his striking blue eyes, searching for the slightest hint of deception among their depths…but the genuine gleam within his unwavering stare eases your worried mind. Your lips curve into a grateful smile while clasping his arm with one hand before tipping your hat in appreciation. “Then you better ride like the wind, Cowboy,” you murmur, swiftly bringing your face closer by raising yourself up on your tippy toes.

“Don’t wanna end up as a pile of ash before giving ya hell for ruining my one good pair of jeans,” you softly tease while nipping at his lips with your fangs.

His breathy chuckle brushes against your face. “Didn’t hear ya complaining at the time…too busy having a drink on me,” he teases right back before capturing your lips with a scorching kiss, making you moan softly while both of your tongues gently glide across each other.

Your insatiable hunger starts to stir once more, but the nagging urge to seek shelter from the rising sun wrangles it back as you break away from his lips with a rueful sigh. Dante smirks knowingly as he reaches for his guns on the pool table, holstering them behind his back before leading you out of the destroyed bar. He summons Cavaliere while you hiss and turn away from the flashing light of false dawn.

“C’mon, Darlin’,” he murmurs, gently guiding you towards his fiendish ride.

You hop on and make yourself comfortable while he swings one leg over and sits down behind you. “Better hurry…I’m already…” you mumble, barely able to keep your eyes open while fighting off the familiar feel of falling into torpor.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry ya into the shop and protect you during the day,” he whispers by your ear, wrapping one arm around your waist while his other hand revs the engine.

“Promise?”

“You have my word, Darlin’.”

Dante puts the pedal to metal with those final words of assurance, zooming down the street at breakneck speed towards the shop. Your lips curl into a fond smile as you do your best to hold on during the ride while fighting off the need to rest. But you know that’s a fool’s errand, so you close your eyes and leave yourself in the capable hands of your remarkable devil.

And as you finally succumb to the lull of torpor, you remind yourself that getting attached to Dante will only invite more trouble down the road…but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’d like to thank @bettybattaglia for her wonderful suggestion about missing gun shots! And I gotta give a shout out to @varen-neoraven for beta reading for me!

Tagging: @drusoona @exsultry @a-midsummer-nights-odyssey @leviathan-dee

#dante #dante x reader #devil may cry #dmc #cowgirl vampire reader #Tales of Miss Fortune #Fallin' for a Gun Street Girl #back in the saddle and ready to ride!#YEEHAW! 🌹🤠🌹#harlot writes

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We’re here!!! *SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY* It’s time for the CSSNS20 Roundup!!!!

It has been quite a ride y’all...

I just want to take a moment here at the beginning of the post to thank everyone who has ever been a part of this event from 2018 to now. Y’all are the ones who made this event what it is and I cannot be more grateful to have had the privilege of manning the helm for the past three years. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart!!! There’s been too many participants over the years to name everyone, but I have to give a shoutout to my personal support team and the mods from all three years. Each one of them has contributed in innumerable ways and this event never would have happened without each of them and their contribution. @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @katie-dub, @thisonesatellite and @profdanglaisstuff. Thank you so much ladies!!! I never could have done this without you all!!!

Now that the event is over, I want to let everyone know that I will be inviting other supernatural fic to the collection over on ao3. When I first started reading fan fiction, I stumbled across the Black Swan and Red Hooks Collection, a collection for smutty fics, that continues to grow today. I want to do the same thing with the Supernatural Summer Collection. As more supernatural fics are written, I will invite them to the collection.

We are now at the close, and it’s time to round up all the wonderful fics and art that we’ve been blessed with in this year’s event. At the end of the post, I’ll highlight all the fic from previous years that have also updated this summer. Active MC’s will continue updating until they are finished. And without further ado, HERE WE GOOOOOOO!!!!

Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

On June 1st, @itsfabianadocarmo dropped a vampire aesthetic inspired by the Countess from American Horror Story: Hotel. SOOO incredible! It gave me chills! You can find it here.

On June 3rd, I ( @kmomof4 ) dropped Of Darkness, Vampires, and Soulmates. I figured that since this was our last year, I should write for it for once. Breathtaking art by @spartanguard. Banner Prologue Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8

On June 6th, @demisexualemmaswan dropped By the Moon’s Rise, featuring CS as werewolves. Oh my WORD! The pack politics going on…It is off to a fantastic start and I can’t wait for more! Gorgeous art by @courtorderedcake. Killian Emma David

On June 9th, @snowbellewells dropped A Cottage By the Sea. An Enchanted Forest Lieutenant Duckling AU. The last chapter left me CHEERING and I can’t wait to see where she takes this! Lovely art by @searchingwardrobes.

On June 11th, @katie-dub dropped Awakening, her fic inspired by the TV show Being Human. I am not familiar with the show, but this fic, oh my WORD!!! I had no words, and so I reblogged with gifs. Can’t wait for more!!!

On June 14th, @lassluna dropped her fic, Swan’s Hourglass, a Legend of Zelda AU. I absolutely LOVE her use of the side characters and Emma is absolutely bad ass!!! Can’t wait for more!! Beautiful Artwork by @eastwesthomeisbest.

On June 17th, @hollyethecurious dropped her Vampire Diary’s inspired The Craving In Between. Fun, intriguing, and SPICY!!! Perfect Artwork by @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713.

On June 20, @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 dropped her original Angel!Emma/Demon!Killian aesthetic. Absolutely PERFECT!!!

On June 23, @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 dropped another aesthetic that I was inspired to write a fic for! The Moon… Tells the Sea is the tale of were-mermaid Emma and her mate. aesthetic on Tumblr

On June 25, @eastwesthomeisbest dropped original Vampire!Killian artwork His Sweet Kiss. BREATHTAKING and sooooo chilling!!!

On June 27th, @kymbersmith-90 dropped her Soliciting for Dracula: Outtake. So GREAT to be taken back to that universe first presented during CS Halloweek last year! Original fic on Ao3 Tumblr link with art

On June 29th, @imlaxdris71 dropped her Shadowhunters AU, The Price of Blood. I am not at all familiar with Shadowhunters, but this fic is so AWESOME already and I can’t wait for more!!! I was thrilled to provide artwork for this incredible fic!

On July 2, @ohmightydevviepuu and @thisonesatellite posted The Sword and the Heart, their retelling of all of s5. Let me tell you, THIS is what we should have gotten on the show!!! I can’t WAIT for the next chapter!!! Awe-inspiring artwork by @thisonesatellite and @profdanglaisstuff.

On July 5, @snowbellewells posted For Once, Don’t Let Go, her CS ghost story. Spooky and soooo SWEET all at once!!! Chill-inducing, perfect artwork by @hollyethecurious.

On July 7, @stahlop posted Making a Memory, her fic inspired by The Parent Trap. This fic is absolutely AWESOME, y’all!!! Lisa has sucked me in to this blending of one of my all time favorite live action Disney movies and Once canon and I CANNOT WAIT for more of it!!! Lovely and perfect artwork by @gingerchangeling.

On July 9, @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 posted her original vampire aesthetic. Mm mm mm mm mmmmmmm!!!

On July 13, @shardminds posted her Witcher AU, Silver for Monsters. I have been BESIDE myself waiting for this fic, even though I’m not familiar with the show and the first chapter did not disappoint!!! Can’t wait for more!!! Swoon-worthy artwork by @artistic-writer.

On July 15, @eastwesthomeisbest posted original Fairy artwork, Within You, inspired by Carnival Row. Absolutely BREATHTAKING!!! Then on July 26, she posted Fear Me Or Love Me… It’s All the Same, and reduced me to a screaming flailing mess!

On July 18, @lovelivingmydreams posted Labors of Love, her Greek gods AU. This fic is fantastic and I am LOVING every bit of it!! I’ve been told to strap myself in, so I have and am eagerly waiting for the next chapter!!! Beautiful artwork by @mariakov81 Banner Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5

On July 21, @jarienn972 posted La Sirena, her Siren Emma fic. A BEAUTIFUL mystery and I can’t wait to see where she goes with this!!! Gorgeous artwork by @courtorderedcake.

On July 23, @shireness-says posted A Fate Woven in Thread and Ink, her fic inspired by The Night Circus. This fic is pure magic. Absolutely STUNNING in its beauty and I am BESIDE myself waiting for the next chapter!!! Incredible artwork by @eirabach.

On July 29, @winterbythesea posted The Truth In a Masquerade featuring dueling CS at a vampire masquerade! WELL WORTH all the teasing we endured on the discord!

On Aug. 1, @profdanglaisstuff posted The Eternal and Unseen, an epic tale of fae, werewolf, and vampire coming together to defeat a common enemy. This fic is absolutely INCREDIBLE and I can’t wait for the next chapter!!! Beautiful artwork 1 2 3 by @carpedzem.

@xhookswenchx posted her werewolf MC, Waning Moon, on Aug. 2. I am soooo in LOVE with this beautiful fic and can’t wait for more of it!!! Beautiful and precious artwork Banner 1 2 3 4 5 by @mariakov81.

@whimsicallyenchantedrose posted her MC, More Than All the Jewels in the Realm on Aug. 4. Kinda a ghost/soulmate MC. You’ll see what I mean… Absolutely FANTASTIC already!!! Beautifully haunting artwork by @searchingwardrobes.

@thejollyroger-writer posted the first chapter of THE WASTELAND on Aug. 6, where the hero group goes on a magical journey to save Killian. This world she has built is INCREDIBLE and I am loving this fic soooo much!!! Incredible artwork 1 2 3 4 5 by @spartanguard.

On Aug. 8, @imlaxdris71 posted her werewolf MC, The Beast of Aurum. My heart hurts so much for Killian ALREADY!!!! I can’t wait for more!!! Artwork by me, @kmomof4.

On Aug. 10, @eastwesthomeisbest dropped original Demon Killian artwork, I’m Your Darkest Dream. Gave me CHILLS!!!

Aug. 13, @ohmightydevviepuu posted From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea as part of her writersmonth2020 project. A 3a divergence that is absolutely HEART WRENCHING and BEAUTIFUL!!! Beautiful artwork by @mariakov81

On Aug. 14, @spartanguard posted her fix it fic for West Side Story, Even Death Won’t Part Us Now, featuring CS as vampires. I am absolutely BESIDE MYSELF over this fic, y'all!!! I love it sooooo MUCH!!! Breathtaking and perfect artwork 1 2 3 by @thesschesthair.

Aug. 18, @hollyethecurious posted her Sleepy Hollow AU, Some Legends are Best Kept as Legends. This fic is MAGNIFICENT and I can’t wait for more!!! Artwork by herself.

Aug. 20, @darkcolinodonorgasm posted her Siren Emma MC, A Song of Sin and Desire. This is gonna be an INCREDIBLE fic, y'all!!! I love it already!!! Gorgeous artwork by @artistic-writer.

On Aug. 22, @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 posted fantastic original artwork for a fic by @teamhook that she posted in September, The Wolf and the Savior. The setup of this fic has me on the edge of my seat and I can’t WAIT to see what’s next!!!

Aug. 24, @courtorderedcake posted her demon MC, Majestically To Far Beyond. This fic really is fun and I am LOVING it, y’all!!! Can't wait for more!!! Artwork by me, @kmomof4.

Aug. 26, @cocohook38 posted her Dark Swan/Werewolf Killian MC, I’ll Be Waiting For You By the Blood Moon. This is a FANTASTIC take on the Dark Swan and I can’t wait for more of it!!! Breathtaking artwork by @eastwesthomeisbest.

And finally, rounding out our event on Aug. 30, @seriouslyhooked posted Lost Souls and Reveries: The Sequel, a continuation of her CSSNS18 fic, Lost Souls and Reveries. This first chapter was soooo precious and lovely and I can’t wait to see where she goes with this!!! Exquisite artwork by @clockadile.

Over the course of the summer, we had several fics from previous years update, in some cases, several times!

Until the Stars Are All Alight by @whimsicallyenchantedrose updated several times. Beautiful artwork by @clockadile. This is her LOTR/CS crossover and I love it sooooo much!!!!

@kymbersmith-90 updated both of her fics from CSSNS18, Slayer and Divine Intervention. Perfect artwork complements of @hollyethecurious (x) (x). Both of these fics are sooooo GREAT, even to someone who hasn’t watched either show that they were inspired by!!!

@courtorderedcake updated Hallow, her epic fic of Fae princess Emma and Dark One Killian. We have now journeyed to Sultana Jasmine’s court and we are closing in on the end of their journey!!! Latest Tumblr chapter link with art

@darkcolinodonorgasm updated One Day, her LadyHawke inspired AU that she kills me with every single chapter!!! We are now on ch5 of 7. Tumblr ch link Beautiful Artwork by @sherlockianwhovian

@eirabach rewrote her CSSNS18 submission Glow for the CS Rewritathon this spring and summer. It can be found in its entirety in the CSSNS20 collection on ao3 here. I loved it when she originally wrote it, and I loved it even more this time!!!

Well, that’s it, y’all!!!! Who would have thought when I came up with this idea almost three years ago now that we would have such participation and enthusiasm across this fabulous fandom? We have been blessed with EPIC, INCREDIBLE, GORGEOUS, BREATHTAKING, FUN, LOVELY, MAGNIFICENT fics and art these last three years!!! As I said at the top of this post, the collection on ao3 will continue to be active as well as this blog as more supernatural fics are written and shared. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming along on this ride with me. Y’all have all made it soooo worthwhile!!! All the love, everyone!!!

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otonymous · 5 years ago

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Kinktober - Oct 12th (Biting): Bitten (Ikevamp Le Comte - NSFW)

Description: Le Comte has an encounter with fate. Revisit the prologue through his eyes. Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Trigger warning: biting Word Count: 1430 words (~7 mins of smut-lite™️ romance) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: My second entry for @alloveroliver’s Kinktober challenge! Le Comte is my favourite Ikevamp suitor, and while I don’t know much about this mysterious character, I did have lots of fun making up a backstory tying him to the MC. This came out a lot softer than I would’ve expected for Kinktober, but I hope you all enjoy the read nonetheless 😂 Lines marked with an asterisk were taken directly from the prologue to the game. Please note the potential trigger warning listed above, and happy reading! 😊 Tagging: @alloveroliver, @lxvescramble, @ambrosiallkiss (thank you for waiting so patiently! I hope you enjoy the read!) 💕

All characters & Ikemen Vampire owned by Cybird.

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There.

That clench in his chest.

Tremble in his hands.

Fire in the veins both gifted and cursed.

The sting calling forth moisture to sweep over eyes of spun gold, shining once more with…life…after aeons of loneliness.

For there she stood. And he could never misplace that scent. Never forget the way it held him still, entranced even after centuries of watching mankind play at mutual annihilation like rats on a sinking vessel.

The one, sacred thing that kept him anchored, gave him reason to believe that goodness and purity still existed in this minuscule speck of the universe they inhabited. Made him believe it was worth fighting for.

And today, he was rewarded for the unshakeable piety of his faith in her promise to return. For there she stood. His prize. Just on the other side of the door.

I have waited so very long for you, ma chérie.

Hear me.

“I knew it, this earring belongs to you.”*

The sound startles to make the soft hairs of her body stand on end, every nerve responding to the beck and call of a voice all at once foreign and intimately familiar. In his ear, her blood echoes, the flow suddenly turbulent as her heart tries to decide whether to continue or cease contractions altogether.

And as light broke through the surface of the dark waters of her psyche, the wheels of fate are inevitably set in motion.

See me.

The beige tails of his tailored coat sweep behind him as he moves and she is reminded of a ship at sea, sail elegantly billowing in the wind to hint at adventure, whisper of ancient tales and new beginnings; a call to explore the unfathomable depths of a promise made and kept.

The shine of diamonds in her eyes beckons him much closer than is proper for a gentleman. But it was a rare occasion when he managed to remain composed in her presence. For even now, in her pupils blown wide, he yearns to dive forth, wade through the tangles of time to seek even the finest thread of remembrance:

Of the woman she was.

Of the man she knew.

Of their love…eternal and unchanging.

So he closes his fingers around empty air. And when they open again, unfurling like petals to the sun, brilliant amethyst lays upon his palm — identical to the earring worn on the lobe she immediately brings a delicate hand to.

Feel me.

“Shall I help you restore it to its proper place?”*

Hair running like finest silk between his fingers as he sweeps it over one shoulder, her beautiful neck is revealed — skin luminous and soft, pulse beckoning just beneath the surface as if intent on mocking him even now, in their moment of reunion.

And even one of his calibre has to fight to suppress the sudden surge in his veins, the burning pain clawing at gums to reveal his true nature: bloodlust, all consuming in the face of his insatiable desire for the woman before him.

His woman.

Belonging to him now as she did centuries ago. Just as she had laid claim to him, dull teeth sinking into flesh that would never know the ravages of time. Her eyes wide to see blood disperse: red to purple to blue…and finally, back to unblemished skin — within seconds if the bite wasn’t particularly deep.

Kisses dropped along the tendons of his neck before he felt the sting of her jaws clamping down, each clench timed to the rhythm of his thrusts, the vibrations of her muffled moans spreading through his body like electricity to his spine.

Pink tongue swirling about the insides of his wrists as she straddled him, her brows furrowing in pleasure when just the right angle was hit deep within, earning him a gasp and a bite at the thin vessels at his pulse.

Her lips pressing wet and hot along his groin before she finally took him into her mouth, smiling to feel him grow harder on her tongue…and harder still when the very edges of her teeth skimmed the length of his shaft, sharp yet delicately controlled.

It mattered not where her lips landed, the result was always the same: she would meet his eyes, the awe in her expression bittersweet, tinged with disappointment when she would inevitably say, “How unfair it is that you should be able to mark me as your lover, yet I cannot do the same.”

But ma chérie, you already have.

For since the very first time he laid eyes on her, Le Comte had been bitten, laid low by the alchemy of her charms until his heart ceased to beat for anyone else but her: now, as then…and forevermore.

“There. It is done, Mademoiselle. You make for an enchanting sight. If I may be so bold, I daresay the wonders of the Louvre cannot compare to you.”

His fingers, long and elegant, gradually pull away from the shell of her ear — the reluctance to leave mirrored in the depths of her eyes. Left speechless by the man’s overwhelming presence, all she can do is listen, rapt, as he continues.

“It must be divine providence that allowed me to make your acquaintance through a lost earring. Or perhaps…fate.”

Finally finding her voice, she says, “Merci…Monsieur? I’m afraid I don’t know…”

Eyes of spun gold sparkle as the man captures her gaze, bowing to gently press a reverent kiss to the back of her hand.

“…your name...”

Suddenly, her eyes widen.

And remember.

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funkzpiel · 5 years ago

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Teeth (nsfw)

Regis/Geralt/Dettlaff OT3

Includes biting, vampires who love consent, being made to come in trousers and light manhandling.

Also available on AO3

“There are times I curse the trials for not making you invulnerable, Geralt,” Regis said, straddling Geralt’s lap like a lanky cat. Geralt peeked through hooded eyes, overwhelmed by Regis’ hands on his hips and Dettlaff’s curled around his ribs from behind. The higher vampire’s pupils were blown wide as Regis watched Dettlaff lap at the new set of impressions his teeth had left in the witcher’s shoulder – just this shy of breaking skin, angry and pinkened and puffy. “But it is times like this that I’m grateful for it just as well.”

Geralt opened his mouth for a witty retort, only for the words to crumble into a groan when Dettlaff reaffixed his teeth to those very same impressions – light enough only for Geralt to feel them against his skin – and sucked. Geralt’s toes curled. He hissed in a heady breath, sharp and stuttering in his lungs and against the tight band of Dettlaff’s arms around his chest. Secure in the arms of a creature that could suck him dry, but wouldn’t, he had no doubt of that. But it was the knowledge, the understanding of that risk, that made his erection throb in his trousers and up against the pert curve Regis’ scrawny ass.

His hands scrabbled for an anchor. One found Dettlaff’s forearm – not to pry away, but merely to cling to – and the other found Regis’ thigh.

A thin glossy trail connected Dettlaff’s bottom lip to Geralt’s shoulder when finally he pulled away, and Geralt felt his very body moved by the intensity of the vampire’s purring – tangible and rumbling against his back where he was held close to the vampire’s chest.

“We vampires heal too quickly to share such luxuries with one another,” Dettlaff said, his voice like the roar of the ocean over sand; level, consistent and lulling. Geralt pressed his head back against the vampire’s shoulder and shivered in his grasp, eyes on Regis all the while.

“Again,” Regis whispered, eyes fixated on the canvas of Geralt’s shoulder as thought Dettlaff were painting a masterpiece into his skin. In all his years, Geralt had been called many things – freak, monster, ugly, old. He had also been called handsome by those who bothered to look past the word ‘witcher’. He had never really lamented his looks or thought himself unattractive. Yennefer had not made her attraction secret, nor Tris. He knew, in his own way, he was handsome. But never had a man or woman looked at him as Regis was in that moment and made him feel so wanted, so beautiful. As though he were a fragile, fleeting thing. He nearly didn’t know how to react – and there was no way to hide, not when Dettlaff was doing his damnedest to keep him on display.

Teeth set into his shoulder again, overlapping the previous mark and sending an unhurried jolt down to Geralt’s crotch when pleasure mixed with the soreness of the previous bite – made all that much more sensitive by the sucking. Dettlaff gripped him tightly; the points of his fangs, even whilst retracted, pressed firmly enough so that Geralt could not mistake it for any human mouth upon his shoulder. Could not ignore the fact that it was a vampire that had him in their fangs and at their mercy. He gripped Dettlaff tighter. His cock throbbed.

The marks would be faded by morning, the bruises gone by tomorrow night. He knew that both Regis and Dettlaff were aware of it. It was why Dettlaff took his time to suck each bite so thoroughly. Why they overlapped and bit again and overlapped once more. Attentiveness bred results, and given enough effort, even a witcher would need time to heal from such dedication. He wondered how long they could make the marks last.

Geralt wasn’t about to complain. The process was hardly a sacrifice for him.

“Do you intend to make a collar of them?” He joked, unable to stop his tongue, only for pleasure to spear a tight coil in his belly at the way Regis stilled in his lap at that – pupils so black and so wide they appeared nearly inhuman.

“Dettlaff,” Regis croaked, inarticulate in a way that had Geralt harder than simply lying in the arms of two vampires had any right to make him. They had not even touched his cock yet, had not even freed it from his trousers. They were trying to unmake him with nothing but their teeth and their tongues and the unabashed focus of their attraction toward him, their possessiveness – and damn if it wasn’t working far more effectively than Geralt thought it might. Witcher potions and the trials had left their mark on him. While he was by no means unable to perform, he was no easy lay either. Or so he thought.

“Already ahead of you,” Dettlaff answered against Geralt’s skin.

Behind him, he felt Dettlaff’s attention change from heading toward the curve of his shoulder and instead peppered in toward the thick column of his neck. Gods above, they were going to do it. They were going to leave a ring of puffy, bruised claiming bites around his neck like a crown of flowers.

“Shit,” he breathed in a whispery inhale. His eyes flickered back to Regis when the man brushed a cool thumb over his bottom lip.

“You do not even know the treat you’ve given us,” Regis said, as though Geralt were some virgin offering his purity rather than a grizzled witcher baring his neck to his lovers. Dettlaff’s hands held him tighter, the points of faint claws digging into the tension of his skin and leaving pink little dimples behind.

He couldn’t fathom it. Just as he knew vampires desired blood and yet did not understand the calling, he knew Regis was right. Geralt could never possibly know the implication of allowing them this luxury, the weight of it. But he could guess. He knew the meaning of pack to them. He had seen the consequences of it firsthand. The concept of possession, the intimacy of bonds, what it meant to vow one’s self to another for eternity. It was the sort of promise that once drove the very man behind him to the brink when the person he had elected to share that bond with had betrayed him. It had driven him to a state of self-destruction so vast, there could be no arguing that a promise among vampires wasn’t defined as simply as humans knew it.

If the collapse of bonds could drive a man to insanity, he could only imagine how heady it must be to leave marks upon their mates. To claim them with their teeth and leave the puffy imprints behind for all to see so that no one could mistake the promise they had made. Geralt felt a sudden pang of pity that his lovers had been denied this amongst each other. That Regis could not bear the unique ring of Dettlaff’s teeth upon his skin and that Dettlaff in turn could not wear Regis’ like a brand upon his flesh. It was a novelty so common to humans, Geralt had never once stopped to imagine the implication it might hold among people who healed too quickly to enjoy it.

“If you like it so much, you’re going to have to reapply them tomorrow night,” Geralt said, breath hitching once when the implication happened to drive Dettlaff’s teeth in deeper with a little growl that spoke volumes to the wildness the trials had instilled in the witcher. “I may not be a vampire, but I do heal quickly.”

Regis leaned in, and what Geralt thought to be a chaste kiss turned into a wicked little nip – and oh, how like Regis that was, his kiss just like his words. Clever and eloquent, soft and steady, yet hiding a sharp playfulness that teased its edges if one bothered to look for it. Geralt licked that smarting little spot on his bottom lip where Regis had pinched it with his fangs – blood so close to the surface and yet his flesh whole and unbroken.

“Be careful of what invitations you extend to vampires, Geralt,” Regis said, his smile touched with a hunger that made Geralt’s hips buck impatiently up into the cage of Regis’ straddle. The lithe man just rolled with it, fluid in a way mortal men could rarely match. “We take such things quite seriously.”

It was a joke, of course. Geralt was far too learned in the way of vampires – even with the customs of higher vampires as guarded as they were – to think for a moment that the wives’ tales about vampires and invitations were real. But every tale had a seed of truth. Consent was a heady thing. The blood of a willing party was far more delectable and potent than that of a fearful, dying host. An invitation of consent was a promise of many delightful, pleasurable things ahead. And while there would be no blood to be had – at least not in front of Regis – the intent and implication lingered all the same.

“You’re already in my home, bit too late for that,” Geralt said, a little sucking gasp breaking his train of thought when Dettlaff moved to the back of his neck. He shivered as Regis reached to brush Geralt’s hair to the side for his lover, lest Dettlaff have to break the iron ring of his arms around Geralt’s chest – something the man seemed loathe to do. As though Geralt might disappear…

The witcher shivered as Dettlaff peppered the sensitive skin of his nape, then nipped at his leisure before finally sinking his teeth in with a groan. A groan that Geralt found himself matching, his lungs lulled into the sound by the way it rumbled in Dettlaff’s chest against his back.

Regis licked his smarting lip and said in a purring hush, “There is great power in consent, Geralt.”

Geralt took the initiative to lean forward against the tight band of Dettlaff’s grip and kiss Regis in the way of witchers – hot and searing, blunt and intent – and grinned against cool lips when it had its intended effect of surprising the confident man.

“I trust you,” Geralt said, amber swallowed by black pupils, leaving nothing but a thin ring behind.

It was not what Regis had expected, not in vein with the witty comebacks, the playful acts of deliberate distraction or the sultry teasing. It was raw and honest. It was everything either vampire had been too modest to ask for, yet Geralt had seen them dancing around the question for weeks now.

“Geralt,” Regis said, voice reduced to a heady, untamed rumble. The vampire bore down on his lap, hips driving his ass down on Geralt’s erection to make the man gasp, head lolling back quite on instinct, giving Regis the window of opportunity he sought to latch onto the pale skin of Geralt’s collarbone.

The witcher whined, head spinning with the gravity of it all. For Regis to bite him, to control his fangs and bare blunt teeth into his flesh, to be so close to blood and yet resist because it was not the high he wanted, but Geralt – the witcher keened and writhed, forced still for his own safety by Dettlaff’s hands.

“Fuck,” he wheezed, the end bleeding into a sound he’d rather not put a name to for his own sake as Regis mouthed and teased at his throat and rolled his hips with practiced ease against his crotch. Dettlaff was hard behind him, his cock an iron brand against his ass and lower back. With Regis’ mouth occupied, Dettlaff instead relinquished his teeth from Geralt’s flesh – now at his other shoulder – and pecked a kiss onto the mark left behind.

“Do you know how long he pined for you, little wolf?”

Geralt’s nails dug into Dettlaff’s forearm, into the thin column of Regis’ rocking thigh. He shifted his grip, dug in again, but his nails left no crescents in Dettlaff’s skin.

“F-fuck,” was all Geralt could manage, one eye squinting shut, the other barely peeking. Dettlaff nosed against the corner of the witcher’s jaw and the silky fall of white hair, inhaling in a way humans simply did not do – not to breathe, but to scent. To both know Geralt’s and leave his own behind. That had Geralt throbbing. To be owned by teeth and scent. He rocked up into Regis as best he could, but Dettlaff’s hands moved from his chest to his waist, holding him with the sort of ease that should have made a witcher worried – and yet just left Geralt moaning.

Regis bit him a little harder, as though to confirm to himself that it was in fact Geralt’s skin beneath his teeth, his collarbone in his mouth. The witcher bit his own lip, heat burning high in the tips of his ears and the bridge of his nose, and felt the soreness of Regis’ nip aching pleasantly in his bottom lip like an echo, throbbing with his pulse.

“When I remade him from nothing but a smear of blood, I took that onto myself, Geralt,” Dettlaff whispered against the buzzing skin of one of his bites. “I felt it, all of it. Every wayward glance you didn’t catch. Every wound he feared might end you, every sacrifice. Years of companionship and longing, stitched into the very fabric of my being as though I too had lived and longed for you. I have never known love such as this.”

Geralt shivered as though he might come apart at the seams. He knew the extent of Dettlaff’s love. He had seen it almost raze a city to the ground. He knew from Regis’ mouth itself that Dettlaff felt more deeply than any being Regis had ever known. To hear from him that Regis’ love had exposed every feeling Dettlaff had ever known before to be shallow twisted something fiercely in Geralt’s chest. To be loved so intensely, so beyond the limits of human comprehension – he took in a shuddering breath, and with an aborted little wiggle of his hips that Dettlaff clenched to stillness, he wheezed, “I can't-"

He was going to come. He was close. His ears burned hotter, his flush reaching down to the flesh that Regis was currently marking with pearly teeth, making that bruised skin darker. He was going to come from nothing but teeth and words of confession and the knowledge that everything these two immortal men revealed to him this night was so much more than the face value that he could ever comprehend. He was going to come with nothing touching his cock but his own trousers and the grind of Regis’ ass against him. From nothing but the iron hold of Dettlaff’s hands and the understanding that he, a mere man, had given them something vampires could not offer one another.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. His hands scrabbled for purchase against both of them, either of them, as Regis rocked atop him and Dettlaff murmured blunt affirmations of their love for him against his skin as though the words might tattoo themselves into the indents of the bites they left behind and leave him with a collar he may never remove, never forget.

“I couldn’t fathom those memories until I met you,” Dettlaff said, licking one of the bites, making Geralt writhe. “You could have asked him anything, he would have done it for you. You did not even know the power you had.”

“I didn’t—I never wanted—I wouldn’t—“ he tried to speak, each word plucked from his lungs between the clench of Regis’ teeth and the rocking of his hips and the friction of his pants against his cock.

“You’d never take advantage, I know,” Dettlaff said into the shell of his ear. “You spared me. I heard of what you’ve done for your own pack. The lengths you’ve gone to for your chosen daughter, your Cirilla. A man has never understood us as you do. What it is to have a pack you choose. I knew I could love you when you had Regis spare me, not because you let me live, but because you did not ask him to choose between his love for you and his pack or his kin. It would have torn him asunder, Geralt, and yet knowing that, he would have done it had you asked. Instead you stayed his hand. You spared us both.”

Geralt’s own hands moved to the wrists that held his hips still, squeezing and helpless. When next he spoke, Dettlaff’s words were softer, nearly missed beneath the harsh panting of Geralt’s stuttered breathing.

“I knew I loved you this morning when I woke. You burrowed further into me, seeking lost heat when Regis stood to stretch his legs. A witcher made soft in the arms of two vampires. Aware of all that we do, all that we’re capable of, and yet sleeping between us. Your heart was so slow, so unhurried. Even Rhena, openminded as she was, had never been truly at ease with me. I had never known I could expect more, have more, until that moment.”

Geralt remembered the vial Regis had him drink. The memories he had shared with Dettlaff – the way he had taken to the man at the shoeshine merely because of his friendliness. How Syanna had captivated him merely because she had not shied away. Attracted so dangerously to acceptance in a world that feared his kind, unable to go home. Spurned time and again for the attempts he had made, however fumbling. Geralt knew what it was to long for acceptance. He had never thought he would be the one to provide a balm to that wound for someone else.

He reached up one hand to cup the back of Dettlaff’s neck, fingers entwined with the fine, short locks at his nape. He spread himself open between them, exposing his vulnerable belly, his neck.

“I trust you,” Geralt repeated, now to Dettlaff. He felt a ripple go through the man behind him. Felt fangs extend against his skin but not pierce. Dettlaff’s breath huffed against his throat in heavy gulps even as the man had no need to breathe. A mimicry of humanity, a habit they could pull on and take off like a coat. All because of Geralt’s words. Regis peeled his teeth away from Geralt’s skin as at last the final bite was laid. His neck was a buzzing, hot, agitated mess of nerve endings and puffy, saliva-slick skin. A bright, pink halo that shone against the milky paleness of his throat and hair. Regis traced the markings with a finger, then a thumb, and Geralt twisted in Dettlaff’s grip, each indent so sensitive it felt like static against his skin.

“You are beautiful, wolf,” Regis said, awed and hushed as he took in the collar he and Dettlaff had pressed into Geralt’s very flesh. Admiring the way it lingered. “And to think you’re ours. Extraordinary.”

Geralt’s breath hitched. And the vampires, damn them, caught it. Dettlaff’s teeth retracted. He smiled against the skin of the witcher's shoulder.

“Ours,” Dettlaff agreed, hands squeezing Geralt’s hips, skin pinkening beneath his fingers.

“Our witcher,” Regis murmured, laving a hot tongue across aching bites. Suckling gently.

“Our little wolf,” Dettlaff said, and it still astonished Geralt that anyone could make him feel little, and yet sandwiched between two immortals, he felt exactly that. It stoked a fire in his gut. Made his balls tighten and pull close. To know they could lift him easily when it took two mortal men just to drag him. To be shorter than them both when no man usually ever came close. He didn’t think he’d enjoy it as much as he did – but it sent a jolt to his cock every time they reminded him, every time he noticed again the small difference in their height, every time they lifted him or manhandled him. He bit his lip to swallow the sound it inspired in him. Hips held still by Dettlaff as Regis ground into him, drove him closer and closer to handless climax within his own breeches. He sucked in a breath and knew he had no chance. Knew that all along, the two of them had every intention of getting him to ruin his own trousers in their laps.

“And everyone will know it too, come morning. They’ll see your lovely throat and there will be no doubt that the white wolf of Kaer Morhen no longer wanders alone.”

His hips hitched helplessly in Dettlaff’s hands. The man pressed a kiss behind his ear apologetically.

“Please,” Geralt finally gasped when it became obvious that neither vampire planned to take pity on his grunted attempts to ask without asking. “Please.”

“Show us that you’re ours, Geralt,” Regis said against his lips, breathed into his mouth, “Come for us.”

He hadn’t come in his own trousers for decades. Not since he had been a young lad in training, not since before the trials. Yet here and now, well along in years, he writhed between the hard bodies of two immortals and lost control within his own trousers. His cock arched against the prison of his pants, pressing against Regis’ ass as the vampire ground down against him, and unloaded. His toes curled. Hit finger nails bit deeper into his lovers. Orgasm thundered in his chest with a rolling, rumbling moan. He felt that wetness seep into the crotch of his breeches. Wondered if Regis could feel it too.

He melted back into Dettlaff, eyes closed and head resting against the vampire’s shoulder. Felt two mouths kiss the many, many bites they had buried into his throat. Dettlaff’s hands pet his belly, traced a thumb down over the trial of fine hairs that led to the hem of his trousers. Finally, blessedly, Regis’ hips stilled above him. A cool hand brushed against one pectoral, a nail snagging only once against a nipple – only for Regis to chuckle apologetically at Geralt’s resulting whine.

“Were you serious, Geralt?” Regis asked curiously as he traced that puffy ring of bites again, “About reapplying?”

There was more than just a question there. It was more than simple idle curiosity. Beneath the eloquence and the satisfied, unhurried tone, there was a plea. One echoed in the tightening of Dettlaff’s remaining hand upon his waist.

“However often you need,” Geralt said, loose and satiated in the cradle of Dettlaff’s body. “Speaking of need…”

He glanced down at the hard-on tenting Regis’ breeches. All too aware of Dettlaff’s hot length pressing against his back.

“The night is young,” Dettlaff said, pulling his hair aside to kiss the knob of his spine.

“Indeed,” Regis agreed, working at his belt, “We fully intend to put your witcherly stamina to the test, Geralt. We’re far from done.”

Geralt’s cock twitched against his ruined trousers.

The next morning, Geralt woke late to an empty bed. No doubt his restless bedmates had chosen to let him sleep however long his body had felt the need to.

He chose to wear a loose collared shirt down to breakfast. The shirt didn’t last long.

#the witcher #regis/geralt/dettlaff #geralt of rivia #Emiel Regis #Dettlaff van der Eretein #vampire witcher sandwich #witcher writing

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elysianrey · 4 years ago

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Because of Julie

a/n: Basically Julie and Luke spend the evening alone talking about life, love, and some sparkly vampires in her bedroom.

Word Count: 1,483

Pairing: Julie/Luke

8:46 pm

Julie giggled as she tossed another piece of popcorn into the air and watched as an open mouthed Luke dove chin first to catch it, clumsily rolling off her bed in his attempt, and landing with an ungraceful ‘thump’ on the floor. The girl quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to contain the laughter that was about to burst forth from deep inside her chest.

All of a sudden, the too-familiar sound of her tia rang up the stairs, “Julie! Julie what was that?”

She looked around in alarm, wishing nothing more than for him to poof out at this exact moment, but she only heard his light chuckle.

Typical Luke. Infuriatingly delightful. Charmingly annoying.

“Uhhhh nothing Tia! Just--dropped my book. Studying you know.” Julie eyed the door in anticipation. No knock. Phew.

“Alright, mija! Try being more careful. We don’t want you hurting those dancing toes.”

“Yep! I’ll just get back to it then.”

She paused for a reply, however, she received only silence, and a sigh of relief she didn’t realize she was holding in came rushing out all at once.

The culprit of the noise continued to remain silent enough for alarm.

“Luuuuuke,” she hissed his name, crawling over the bed to peer at the human heap on her floor. “Just because you have gained some sense of--errr---solidity--doesn’t mean you need to announce it to my whole fam---”

Her desire to let him have a piece of her mind only multiplied times one thousand when she caught sight of him rolling back in forth, doubled over in soundless laughter.

“Lukas Peter---” she began, unable to contain a smile that was threatening to ruin her attempt at reprimanding him. Her hand reached for a pillow on her bed.

The weapon did nothing to disarm the flawless grin flashing back at her as he caught it.

9:51 pm

“What does he mean, he’s leaving?” Luke whispered loudly, throwing a piece of popcorn at her laptop screen. The kernel landed on Edward Cullen’s face as the vampire dramatically turned away from Bella Swan and disappeared into the darkness of the forest.

Julie picked up the forsaken kernel and popped it into her mouth as she turned to him. “He has to keep her safe, remember? He’s afraid he’s endangering her life.”

He scoffed and she watched as he bit his lip in thought. Her heart skipped a violent beat in her chest when he seemed to take notice of her gaze.

“Julie.” He said her name so softly she practically had to lean into him to catch the rest of his words. “If he really had wanted to keep her safe--,” he continued slowly, “--he would have stayed.”

The girl was almost certain that besides ghosts existing, magic did too, because everything about the moment was enchanting in a way she couldn’t fully make sense of in her brain.

A pounding on the door broke the two out of their reverie and they jolted feet apart.

“Julie! Dad’s home! G’night!” Carlos called from the other side.

Julie and Luke looked at each other nervously. He started doing that thing where he bit his lip again and she knew that she wasn’t ready to kick him out to the garage just yet.

“Jules--I should--” Luke started, motioning toward the window.

“No---” came her quick response, surprising both of them. It sounded a little too demanding in her opinion so she swiftly backtracked by adding, “I mean--if you have to--”

“C’mere,” he grinned, grabbing her laptop and readjusting the pillows on her bed where they had been sharing---something---minutes ago.

11:30 pm

“Did I ever tell you about the time Alex, Reggie, and I ditched school and sang down at the metro?” Luke asked, staring up at the LED lights along the edges of her bedroom ceiling. The colors flickered between blue, to red, to yellow. His hands rested gently atop his chest.

Julie laid next to him on her stomach, her arms on either side of her head. The curly mess of a halo sprawled out in an uncontainable way around her. She was close enough to him that pieces tickled his exposed bicep. The times the ghost boy actually wore a long-sleeved shirt were few and far between.

“I don’t think so.”

She listened closely as he quietly recanted the tale from his former life, laughing at the part where they were almost caught by the police for skipping school, but getting out of trouble with their fake IDs.

“Such a rebel,” she affirmed, reaching to poke him.

He caught her eye just as she was about to touch him.

Touch.

Such a foreign concept to both of them. An area she purposely tried to avoid if she could help it. Intentionally hurting herself, but what else was she supposed to do?

Despite Flynn approving of their ‘relationship’, she also made certain to remind Julie of the reality of her situation at least once every day.

Luke was still dead.

The less they crossed that bridge, the less heartbreak she would feel when this whole thing ended. Which it would someday, right?

She slowly retracted her hand and her heart twinged as he turned to look back at her ceiling lights.

1:00 am

“Were you ever in love?” Julie had suppressed the question for long enough, and at this point in the night, her prime brain functionality was beginning to dwindle. She sat above him now, peering down at his face to try and catch his reaction.

Luke gazed back at her, a sense of vulnerability creeping into his expression. “Nah. I dated a couple of girls back in the day. I wouldn’t say I was really in love with any of them though.”

Relief selfishly flooded her chest. She decided to press on. “How many of them did you kiss?” she teased, inching down toward him ever so slightly.

He smiled, his perfect dazzling white gleam, and she was sure that he would be her cause of death if he kept making her stomach feel like it was drowning in butterflies.

“Jules, I’m a gentleman. I don’t kiss and tell,” came his equally devilish reply, his head craning to close the gap between them.

One second.

Three seconds.

Ten seconds.

An eternity.

“Please Julie,” he practically begged, sensing her hesitation to give into the culmination of every little thing that had been building up between them since they met.

His plea was enough to break her into a million little pieces and her lips suddenly met his with an unexpected fervor.

She loved Luke.

God---she loved, loved Luke. She loved the taste of his lips--cold with a hint of butter from the popcorn. She loved how her curls felt intertwined between his fingers---pulling her even closer to him---if that was possible. She loved how easy it was to talk to him, to be herself with him. She loved his passion and loyalty to his friends and to her.

As she was easing back into reality, she really loved the way he was peppering gentle kisses all over her face that made her nose crinkle in pure happiness.

Julie couldn’t bear the thought of parting from him tonight.

Or ever.

4:50 am

As she breathed almost a melodious rhythm, Luke watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, his hand loosening the grip of the pencil between his fingers. She was mesmerizing to him. A work of art. Everything he didn’t know he needed, however, knew he could no longer live without. Is live even the right word to use?

Julie was his oxygen. His lifeline. The blood that refused to flow through his veins these days.

He knew that he should let her continue her slumber without him. In fact, his mind reminded him of that scene in the vampire movie they watched together earlier where Edward would creepily watch over Bella every night. He physically shivered in disgust.

But the words were flowing at rapid pace from his brain onto the pages of their songwriting book and Luke could only imagine how disappointed Julie would be if he told her he stopped writing right when the song was turning into a new hit ballad.

Julie was somehow making him feel more alive than he had even felt before the hotdog. He could now touch her with ease, he was able to eat certain foods, and if he wasn’t mistaken, as the sun rose, he could have sworn his eyes were growing heavy with sleep. He had not slept for 25 years.

His head fell against the pillow next to the sleepy girl and the book slowly slipped from his grasp onto the carpeted floor.

Ghosts didn’t sleep.

But he wasn’t certain if he was fully a ghost anymore.

Because of Julie.

find it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26573689

#juke #juke jatp #julie x luke #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp fanfic #jatp netflix #i've decided to gradually post my fics onto tumblr too #only to contribute to the tag #this fic warms my heart

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artpharos · 5 years ago

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Being Alive Sucks Chapter 9.5 - Whispers

Being Alive Sucks Masterpost

Or: Gladion decides to ask Moon what it’s like to be a vampire

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Gladion had heard stories before. Rumors of noblemen keeping vampire mistresses that granted them great power. Tales of lords centuries past keeping pet monsters locked up in their dungeons, both tools of pleasure and war. Insinuations of rich widows keeping company with beautiful, virile undead that livened their dreary days. As long as there were vampires, humans had always been eager to whisper about the mysterious creatures, in part out of awe and desire for their power; in part out of fear and disgust for such creatures.

He never imagined he'd be living one of those stories now. The silk sheets still clung with some remaining warmth of their activities. The moonlight blanketed his pale skin, and he could still see her nail marks and bites on his body. Could still feel her, if he closed his eyes.

It was... strange to bed a vampire. At first, he was put off by the idea. Moon's touch was cold, yet the vampire managed to elicit pleasure out of every touch, every kiss. Her fingers were delicate, her tongue sensual. And as she held him close, took him in, that chill dissipated in his burning passion, in his desire to have her.

And it was only after he lay panting in the aftermath that first night that the realization sank in. That she had used him, both as a plaything and as a meal, and he had enjoyed it.

Oh how the mighty had fallen.

Now, Gladion grimaced as he ran a finger across the punctures on his neck. It was for a worthy cause, he reminded himself. A worthy deal. Moon saved his life more times than he'd like to admit, and despite how he had tried everything to rid himself of her, she had been incredibly persistent. And after three weeks into their arrangement, she had never proven herself as anything but capable, and to some extent... trustworthy. She hadn't bailed on him, hadn't killed him, and had made sure his sleep was far more unbroken than when he first ran away from home.

And even if he enjoyed having her at night, it certainly didn't mean anything. Just a means to an end.

The sound of splashing water drew him out of his reverie, and his eyes shifted to the doorway to the other room of their little suite, where Moon had gone to freshen up. Apparently she had the foresight to ask the innkeeper to draw her a bath before their activities, and the cold probably did nothing to dissuade her from taking a bath. Being clean was one of the things that she had insisted on, even if Gladion was paying for it with his own coin. One of the things he was learning that surprised him about vampires, about Moon, every day.

He didn't know much about her. She dressed like a noblewoman, had a plethora of skills, and was devastating in a fight. He couldn't place her accent- not foreign, but not noble either. She'd been alive for a long time, yet she couldn't have been much older than he was when she died, and her silver eyes always shone with a hollow light. An empty light.

It irked him that he knew so little of her, even though he'd come to know her body extremely well these past few nights.

Somehow, even though he'd had trysts with nameless women before, that thought didn't sit right with him. Not when it came to Moon. Slowly, Gladion pulled himself upright, tugged on his shirt, and waited for the vampire to return.

She came back not five minutes later, toweling off her wet hair, her pale skin shimmering in the faint light. Her eyes flashed with surprise when she caught sight of him, but before he could comment, there was her teasing smile again.

"You waited up for me?" she asked, pursing her lips in a mocking pout.

Gladion tried his best not to bristle. She always had a tendency to tease, to mock, never once giving him a straight answer. It made conversing with her on a usual basis annoying at best, and a headache at worst. Yet, here he was.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said gingerly.

"What about?" Moon's amused smile crinkled at the edge of his patience, but she tossed the towel aside and settled down next to him on the bed, where she had been but a few hours before.

"About... well, you." He chewed on his lip, wondering how best to broach the subject. "Vampires."

Moon arched an eyebrow. "Well," she said, her voice teasing and light, "I'm sure I can be of some service in that regard, but you'll have to be more specific."

Gladion winced at her tone, at the way she watched him in amusement. Holding her gaze, he jut his chin out stubbornly and said, "If I'm to protect you while you sleep, I need to know what to protect you from. The legends and stories I was told... they don't seem to match up to fact."

"Ah." Moon's smile was coy. One cold hand slid up to his face, and her body shifted just an inch closer to him on the bed. Her silver eyes glinted dangerously as she purred, "And what were you told, my darling little lord?"

He resisted the urge to turn away. Scowled, though that little to faze the vampire. "I was told, for one, that you couldn't cross running water," he muttered. "And that garlic and holy symbols would ward you away."

Moon's eyes danced with amusement. "I recall," she said, and Gladion's cheeks heated. He could only imagine how he must have looked to her those first few days, when he had jumped into a river only to find her waiting on the other side; brandished holy symbols and garlic at her only for her to laugh and brush them all aside, steal his lips with a kiss.

Swallowing, he continued, "So what does actually harm you? I've seen you heal from cuts and wounds much faster than a human. Can you even die?"

Moon smirked. "Are you asking out of your noble desire to protect me, or for your own future reference?"

He growled. "All I want is to get to Kukui's as fast as possible, and that means knowing who it is I'm travelling with."

"How thoughtful of you." Moon's eyes glinted in the faint light, her fangs visible in her smile. A shiver of dread ran down his spine, and it took all of his concentration not to flinch. Finally, with a sigh, Moon pulled away.

"Decapitation works well," she said, counting them off her fingers like a list. "Stakes through the heart. Fire. But well, that's normal for humans too, isn't it?"

Gladion glowered, and Moon smirked.

"Silver," she continued. "The type you'd adorn holy symbols with. Their touch would burn. The sunlight. Though, from what I can tell, I'm forced into a deep sleep just slightly after the sun touches the horizon."

Gladion nodded. It made sense- especially how Moon insisted on finding cover every night, before she fell into a stasis that was, by all means, death.

"And your wounds?"

"If I drink blood, I heal from just about anything." Moon winked, her fingers glancing over the punctures on his neck. "Poison doesn't affect me. I don't actually breathe, so I can't drown, either. My body doesn't like eating human food, so that's a loss, but well. I get to live forever, in exchange for that hassle."

"You can't eat?" Gladion paused for a moment. He had seen Moon watching him eat, before their night-time excursions. There was always a passionless distaste on her eyes, but now, he was starting to understand why.

"My body would just reject the food." She shrugged, her hair glancing off her shoulders. "It's alright. Not something I'd miss from my time being alive. The perks for being undead definitely outweigh the negatives."

"Do they?" He frowned. "You'd never be able to see the sunrise, never be able to eat food, never be able to walk free on the streets."

"It's much better than being weak and vulnerable, with death lurking around every corner." The somber note in her tone caught his attention, before it was replaced by her usual smirk. "Besides, I can't bear children, I live forever as long as nobody kills me, and I can have as many riches and men that I could possibly want."

Gladion tried his best to keep his disgust from showing on his face. "So despite your power, all you want is an eternity of pleasure?"

"If not pleasure, what reason is there to live for?" Moon smiled, her eyes cold. "You, of all people, should know. Your own mother tried to have you killed. There is so much betrayal, so much hurt, from the rest of your kind, as well. Whatever meaning you cling to in this life will be forgotten when you die. Whatever existence you had would disappear, like dust in the wind."

Gladion swallowed. Hearing those words in Moon's sweet voice, seeing the darkness in her eyes... In the end, despite her appearance, she was nothing more than a monster. One that was watching him no longer with amusement, but with a clinical coldness.

"Do you expect me to betray you?" he asked.

"Would you?" she asked, smile never wavering.

Gladion breathed. Steeled his nerves. Holding her gaze, he said, "I won't break our deal. I want your protection, at least until I know my sister is safe."

"Is that so?" Moon's voice was quiet in the room. Slowly, she reached out, her hand gracing his cheek, her nails sliding down his jaw. Her smile grew, and her eyes took on some of the previous light, her sing-song voice bright with amusement. "How noble."

She kissed him. Her lips pressing against his in a manner that was hungry, demanding. Gladion closed his eyes, let her touch wash over him, lost himself in her gentle ministrations. When she finally parted from him, there was a satisfied look in her eye. With a sinking feeling, Gladion wondered if she'd somehow won a game he didn't know they were playing.

But he didn't want to let it end like that. Didn't want to listen to Moon's declaration of how the world was and accept it just like that. "Isn't there anything you miss about being alive at all?" he asked.

Moon paused. He didn't miss the quick dart of her eyes, the tilt of her chin, didn't miss the way she stiffened.

And in the mirror behind her, Gladion realized that he was alone on the bed, with neither Moon's pale skin or silver eyes reflecting off its surface.

She didn't know how she looked. Didn't know how her eyes drew his every time she glanced his way, the way her face haunted his dreams, the way he sometimes marveled at how soft and sweet she was when she was asleep.

Quietly, he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her silver eyes widened in shock, before he said, "You're beautiful, you know."

Moon chuckled then, her light voice echoing through the room. She slid closer to him, her fingers tangling through his hair. "I've already fed tonight, but well. You certainly are interesting, Gladion."

Gladion glanced away. Shivered as she kissed his exposed neck. Unbidden, his hands braced her against him, acclimatizing to the sudden touch of her chill against his bare skin. She pushed him down on the bed once more, and he drowned in her, in the senseless pleasure that she reveled in.

She kissed him, fierce and demanding and needy, and despite everything he had said, everything he had told himself this wouldn't be, he always found himself giving in too easily, too desperately, to have Moon use him just as much as he wanted to be used.

Her lips glanced over his ear, her cold touch sending trembles on his skin. "Why would I want to be alive, Gladion, when I can have you?"

And when she took him again, Gladion decided he couldn't disagree.

#being alive sucks #lonashipping #fanfic #this has some lonasin because this is BAS ofc there's lonasin #also the entire fic is like #Gladion: stop fooling around and tell me what i need to know dammit #Moon: you're so funny humans are so dumb #Moon is just out here to live her unlife gdi

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momentarythingsbymarochka · 8 years ago

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Антология. Поцелуй вечности Итоговая оценка (всей книги): 6\10 Дата прочтения: примерно 2010 Аннотация: Новая антология серии "Кровь и страсть" предлагает вашему вниманию тринадцать романтических историй о вампирах! Темные, волнующие грезы о клыкастых красавцах, лихие повороты детективных сюжетов, картины кровавых пиршеств и мистических обрядов, опасные путешествия и встречи - все это и многое другое вы найдете на страницах этого сборника. Это истории о молодых людях, которые больше всего на свете хотят остаться молодыми - любой ценой. Хотите узнать, как дорого стоит поцелуй вечности? Отзыв: Начну с того, что я вообще не поклонница коротких рассказов: если в них есть любовная линия, то она развивается слишком быстро и глупо, а если нет, чаще всего рассказ просто скучный. Но эта антология собрала в себе стольких именитых авторов, что не приобрести ее я не могла. 1. Карен Махони "Пепел" Рассказ на 5 баллов из 10. Неплохой стиль автора, крутая главная героиня, но рассказ совершенно бессмысленный и нелогичный. 2. Мелисса де ла Круз «Убежище» Очень короткий и поэтому не раздражающий рассказ. В стиле де ла Круз слегка бредово и ни о чем. Но все же не так уж плохо. Ну, и Дилан - любимый персонаж Голубой крови. Баллов 6 из 10 поставлю. 3. Мария Снайдер «Острие шпаги» Очень люблю Снайдер, рассказ не разочаровал. То, что надо. 10\10 4. Холи Блэк «Самая холодная девушка в Коулдтауне» Как ни странно, рассказ мне понравился. Грустно, слегка разнуздано и грязно , но очень даже ничего. 9\10 5. Сара Рис Бреннан «Очень горячий вампир»» По правде сказать, это пока один из лучших рассказов сборника. Стиль автора очень понравился, отличный юмор. Даже захотелось прочитать книги серии «Лексикон демона», которых я раньше старательно избегала. 9\10 6. Келли Армстронг «Кэт» Абсолютно скучный рассказ… совсем не понравился. 2\10. 7. Либба Брэй «Тринадцатый шаг» Конечно, в плане поступков рассказ по-настоящему ужасен, но в плане сюжета очень даже ничего. Он длинный и интересный. Даже отношения успели нормально развиться. 9\10 8. Рейчел Кейн «День всех святых» Люблю серию «Вампиры Морганвилля», но терпеть не могу Еву, от чьего лица этот рассказ. В принципе, история в традиционном стиле Кейн, 7\10. 9. Сесил Кастеллучи «Слабак» Очень и очень жестокий рассказ, но концовка логичная, хотя начало казалось бредовым. 6\10 10. Кассандра Клэр "Другие мальчики". Честно говоря, вообще всю эту книгу я купила ради моей любимой Кэсси. Тем сильнее было разочарование... Рассказ - конкретный "стеб" над всеми книгами и фильмами о вампирах. Причем Кэсси я люблю больше всего за ее великолепное чувство юмора. Но тут... было совсем не смешно. Словно вообще ни она писала. И я не поняла совершенно, почему рассказ имеет такое название. 4\10 11. Нэнси Холдер и Дебби Виги «Интеграция» Главная героиня, мягко говоря, раздражающая, а рассказ довольно предсказуем. 5\10 12. Лилит Сейнткроу «Амбиции» Очень интересный, но какой-то совершенно непонятный рассказ… Я так и не поняла, что в итоге произошло. Есть пара догадок, но все очень странно. 8\10 13. Дина Джеймс «Исцеление» В общем, неплохой рассказ, любопытный. Отличающийся от других. 8\10 Итоговая оценка (всей книги): 6\10

#You Have Got To Read This #13 Tales #The Eternal Kiss: Vampire Tales of Blood and Desire #The Eternal Kiss #Vampire Tales of Blood and Desire #Поцелуй вечности #Антология #Paranormal #Young Adult #2010

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stringofhearts · 6 years ago

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the last bite

Pairing: Jongyu (Vampire!Jinki x Human!Jonghyun)

Genre: Modern Day Gothic Horror/Romance, 900 words, Rated R/NC-17

Summary: Jonghyun is a music journalist who tracks down an elusive, prolific composer (spoiler: Jinki), whom he convinces to give him an exclusive series of interviews. Jinki isn’t just any vampire. He’s a vampire Lord. This snippet is from their bonding ritual. Warnings: it’s pretty graphic and there’s a LOT of blood.

A/N: I started writing this after having a conversation with @the-tarot-cafe about Anne Rice books, in particular Interview with the Vampire. Today was the “blood moon” lunar eclipse, so it seemed fitting to post something.

Jinki lifts his forearm and tears into the flesh with his teeth, ripping an artery in the process. Blood begins to pour out of the wound and he holds his arm in front of Jonghyun. They’ve built a rhythm, Jinki had been feeding Jonghyun this way for days now.

At first, Jonghyun had been resistant, turning his head away in alarm and fear at the sheer quantity, blood spurting onto his face, until Jinki gripped Jonghyun’s face and forced him to drink. Jonghyun had almost choked because he refused to swallow, coughing most of it up and getting it all over his face.

Jinki had just stared at him, his eyes boring into Jonghyun’s, growing blacker by the millisecond as the facade of humanity he wore for the sake of Jonghyun and the other humans in his care gave way. Before Jonghyun could say a word, Jinki had gotten on top of him, his arms holding him down in place as Jinki lapped at his face and force fed him orally.

Jinki had been told by other vampires that this could happen, that the first few days would be the hardest for Jonghyun. The extended period of fasting and feeding, sunlight deprivation and confinement would confuse him, could even cause Jonghyun to fight him. He had ignored their words as old wives tales meant to scare weaker vampires than him. But now, he was grateful for the tidbits they had mentioned to him.

Small murmurs leave Jinki’s lips as he continues to feed Jonghyun orally. “Keep drinking, my love. You have to. It’s the only way.” He whispers more endearments and encouragement as he alternates between licking every inch of Jonghyun’s face to lap up the spilled blood and feeding it into his mouth.

Jinki presses his mouth into Jonghyun’s, kissing him deeply, entangling their tongues and making Jonghyun breathless until with a gasp, he swallows by instinct.

As Jinki’s blood enters his bloodstream, Jonghyun’s pupils dilate. The taste of Jinki’s blood is rich and thick in Jonghyun’s mouth, pulsing with Jinki’s very essence, powerful and dark and seductive.

Jinki’s hand crepts down in between their bodies and into the waistband of Jonghyun’s pants, leaving red trails of blood all down his body. Jinki adeptly tugs at Jonghyun’s cock as he continues this process of force feeding him. The movement of his hand made easier from his blood. The distraction of Jinki’s hand easing Jonghyun’s discomfort, but not nearly enough for Jinki’s liking.

Holding Jonghyun’s stiff cock in his hand, Jinki eases it into himself and starts rocking them together, legs and arms wrapped around Jonghyun, tongues mingling and mating in a way that left both of them covered in blood. Jonghyun’s skin ablaze in endorphins as he drowns in everything Jinki is, feeling every bit as consumed as he is the one doing the consuming.

It takes two more days for Jonghyun to stop fighting Jinki during the feeding process, his awareness slowly returning to him, but his body weaker than the days before. He timidly takes Jinki’s arm and brings it to his mouth. His tentative licks and small laps, while staring in Jinki’s eyes are intoxicating and sweetly seductive. Jinki fights back his desire to stop and fuck Jonghyun into oblivion, but no matter how sweet the temptation, he has a more important goal.

In an ancient ritual, as old as time herself, Jinki and Jonghyun had locked themselves away, completely shut off from all others, deep beneath Jinki’s fortified manor into Jinki’s private bedroom underground.

There is no food, there is no light, there is no concept of time. Only once Jonghyun and Jinki have completed the bonding ritual, would they re-emerge into civilization.

There would be a grand party, a celebration of sorts, which humans may try to label a “wedding,” but a wedding is a paltry comparison to the bonding ritual Jinki and Jonghyun are undertaking.

Jonghyun is Jinki’s last bite, his eternal mate for as long as they both lived: Jonghyun’s human one and Jinki’s immortal one. From now on, Jonghyun will be the only human Jinki will feed from and in return, Jinki’s blood will keep Jonghyun young and healthy, extending his lifespan significantly.

On the fifth day, the bond has begun to take effect and Jonghyun is no longer weak from hunger for food, but hungers for something else. His blunt human teeth have sharpened, an effect of the process, within the last few days enough to the point that he is the one that bites into Jinki’s arm himself, biting almost as deeply as Jinki had. This time the thick blood gets all over his face because of his greed, which has Jinki purring into his ear and licking a long wet stripe along Jonghyun’s neck before biting into it.

Jinki had restrained himself from feeding from Jonghyun while he had been in his weakened state, knowing that Jonghyun would not survive the process if he lost his self control. Days and days he waited, testing his sanity, his resolve, his love for Jonghyun, but now he felt secure that the bond was indeed working.

Jonghyun’s eagerness fuels his own and he drinks deeply from Jonghyun’s neck as Jonghyun still drinks from him.

This marks the final part of the process. The solidifying of their bond through their mutual thirst and lust, intrinsically tying them to each other.

It’s days before Jinki and Jonghyun re-emerge as a bonded couple.

#jongyu #onew #jinki #jonghyun #i wrote a thing #this could've been better :/

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Legends of The Moon & Poetry

Enchanted Moon Your heart is like a mirror and I am the seer of love. Words rise up from my lips and I can feel the sun kiss me. I am never alone. Your anger is like a natural disaster. I put the beast to sleep with a song. My halo is a divine flower growing from a seed I nourish with powerful thoughts. Our souls are like vines twisting, nurtured in green gardens of the underworld. Dreams pour from the moon and slip through my hands like memories. Diana Pagan Goddess of the Moonlight Diana is the goddess of the hunt. She transformed into a goddess of the moonlight. She is a great goddess and has been worshipped in many positive ways. She is the queen of Heaven. She is always standing up for women and their rights. She is fabled to have turned herself into a black cat and snuck into Lucifer’s chambers as he was sleeping. She then got pregnant in his bed with their daughter, Aradia who is the goddess of the witches.

Moonlight Can you feel the moonlight? Super moon come closer to me. Whisper secrets of the night into my ears like a flowing sea. Moonflower is growing in time with the song of outer space. You are the paradigm of beauty, Your visions and spells encase me in a magic shell like a glass coffin sleeping forever and waiting for you like Endymion and Selene dreaming dreaming my heart in the moonlight is blooming.

The Goddess of the Moon and Endymion The goddess of the moon has a different name in each culture. Diana is a derivative of a Latin word meaning bright sky. As the Queen of Heaven she rules as Inanna. In Greek mythology she can be compared to Selene. There are legends of love in each culture between her and Endymion. He was a very beautiful mortal. She found him to be irresistible. She wanted to have him forever yet he was a mortal. She begged God to put him into an eternal sleep and he did. He sleeps eternally dreaming.

The Legend of the Vampire In Greek mythology, the legend of the vampire began with Selene and Ambrogio. Ambrogio was a handsome Italian man with a desire to travel. He wanted to visit Greece to have his fortunes told. Recorded in the scriptures of Delphi was this tale. He met Selene at the moon temple and they fell in love. Apollo, the god of the sun was also in love with Selene. He placed a curse on Ambrogio that he could not go out into the sun so that he could not go back and meet Selene at the moon temple. Ambrogio ran into a cave where Hades was dwelling. He told him he would help if he could recover the hunting bow of Artemis. He sold his soul to the devil. After many days he began writing poetry for Selene and begged Artemis for her help. She decided to help him. The lovers were finally able to meet and Ambrogio wrote her a note asking her to meet him at his ship as he was to set sail back to Italy. He was sleeping in a coffin and he told her not to open it until after the sunset because the sun would burn him. She sailed with him and they were in love together. Artemis helped Selene to become immortal by teaching Ambrogio how to drink her blood and turn her into a vampire queen. This was the beginning of vampires in Greek mythology and also the beginning of Selene as the moon goddess.

Temple I am a temple made for a holy spirit, a vase filled with many dreams that pour out like water to form the mist upon my wings.

Space Goddess Shooting stars orbit those crystal souls a gold heart, glowing aura angel goddess cosmic tides rushing heat lava over coal diamond indigo children alien abductions locked minds, strange celestial emotions tragic memory white metal key seductions lost in our outer space spirit misplaced planetary alignment comets crosses faith prisms bows raindrop rebels tears erased terrible emotions dreams without purpose revelations, salutations, sky vibrations spiritual purpose star map magic serpent don’t give up the humanity of our touches hands together clasped forever in prayer Gods design fingers entwine his clutches.

Seraphim Love is my hunter My eyes fill up with the sea

Wings cover my face.

As I talk about a pagan goddess above, let me go back into time, back to 2014, in which I was inspired to write about a man-god, a half god named Hercules after watching the latest movie about Hercules. I will call this The Legends of Hercules.

The Mythology Hercules is the legendary hero of the era of Greek and Roman mythology. He is a great force who is half mortal and half immortal. In Greek mythology he is worshipped as a God.The story of Hercules starts when Zeus and his mother meet. Her name is Alcmena. She is the daughter of a great warrior. His name is Amphitryon. His father is a king. His kingdom is Tiryns.The great goddess Hera discovered that Zeus had been with Alcmena. Out of jealousy she tried to kill Hercules as an infant- sending two snakes into his crib to kill him. Hercules killed the serpents.

Hercules married a woman named Megara. She was a daughter of a king that Hercules won the right to marry in battle. He ended up killing her and her children in a rage set in by Hera. Hercules is a hero so to him this is devastating. He needed forgiveness so he traveled to meet an oracle in Delphi. He could be forgiven if he performed 12 labors for his kingdom.

Here is the Twelve Labors of Hercules:

Slay the Nemean Lion The Nemean Lion was actually a shape shifting woman that would lure men into the rocks with her human damsel in distress tricks. Upon coming closer she turned into a lion and would eat them. Hercules destroyed her with her own sharp claw.

Slay the nine-headed Lernaean Hydra Hercules cut off the head of the Hydra with a golden sword that Athena had lent to him. Hera sent down a giant crab like monster to try to distract Hercules. Lolaus is his nephew and he fought alongside with him at this point.

Capture the Golden Hind of Artemis. The hind was very hard to capture, but Hercules did this even though it took him traveling through many countries to accomplish this.

Capture the Erymanthian Boar. Hercules has the help of a centaur to complete this task.

Clean the Augean stables in a single day. He reset the directions of two rivers to accomplish this task.

Slay the Stymphalian Birds. These are man eating birds with beaks of bronze and feathers of metal. These birds were sacred to Ares. Athena decided to help Hercules because the birds were destroying crops. She gave him a rattle made by Hephaestus.

Capture the Cretan Bull. Hercules battled this bull with his bare hands. He actually let it go free because his companion wanted to sacrifice it to Hera but Hera would not accept it.

Steal the Mares of Diomedes. Hercules kills the owner of the mares and feeds them the body which acts as a tranquilizer.

Obtain the girdle of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. A beautiful princess wanted a belt given to an Amazon Queen by Ares. He ended up killing the Queen because Hera interceded and made it so the Queen was paranoid instead of kind and she tried to go up against Hercules.

Obtain the cattle of the monster Geryon. Hercules captures each last cattle and has them disguise their tracks by getting them to walk backwards.

Steal the apples of the Hesperides. Hercules captures a shape shifting, Old Man of the Sea to figure out the location of this garden. Hercules agreed to hold up the world for a moment for Atlas while than shaking the fruit free.

Capture and bring back Cerberus. He learned from Eleusis how to enter and exit the underworld alive. Then he attacked it with his bare hands and dragged it up to the Earth.

After the twelve labors Hercules lived the rest of his life much the same way. He had many adventurous and the God’s were still highly interested in his acts.

The Constellation of Hercules

The constellation of Hercules is the fifth brightest constellation in the sky. The constellation is said to represent Hercules standing over the dragon that guards the entrance to the garden where the golden apple was.

Beta Herculis is the brightest star in this constellation. This constellation has fifteen stars with planets orbiting within.

The Two stars Vega and Lyra lay very close by.

Hercules – Starring Dwayne Johnson (Movie Review by Deanna Jaxine Stinson – Movie Critic)

The Hercules Movie was just released. The role of Hercules is played by Dwayne Johnson. It is based on the graphic novel Hercules: The Thracian Wars. Dwayne Johnson doesn’t wear his shirt for most all of the movie. He rarely has armor on. He is good at being intimidating.

In the movie, Hercules has companions that seem familiar to the people that he encounters in the mythologies of his twelve labors. The movie doesn’t explain the twelve labors exactly or the people that came from his past. The characters are all just there and there are no introductions.

The woman warrior in his group is an Amazon Queen so I am assuming they were trying to keep that labor alive yet they don’t explain how she began traveling with him.

His nephew is also by his side much like in the legends.

There is also a very funny oracle that travels with him. He has visions that he thinks his companions don’t take seriously yet they do because he foresees his own death at one point but is saved thanks to his friends that are listening despite their silence.

Hercules starts with the last labor. Hercules is just ready to finish his last task when he changes his mind and a new story is written and that is the movie of Hercules.

I recommend this movie because it stays true to the mythology of Hercules and continues on from that point with a new story. It is funny and intense. The monsters are beautiful to look at on the screen in the flashbacks.

It is a good movie if you know the legends well and even if you don’t. Hercules is a well-known story continued on through modern motion picture.

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