#how is that nit already a tag

[iris-echos]

Concept: arthur lester somehow ends up as head archivist of ths magnus institute and jonah puts him through all the shit to do the watchers crown but it doesn't work bc hes fucking blind

[off-mozzarella]

A lil something for Whumptober day 10: blow to the head

[chronically-ghosted]

the only thing we have to fuck is fear itself

rating: 18+

pairing: max phillips x f!reader

word count: 5309

summary: You get drunk at a happy hour and tell Max to his face you don’t find him scary at all. He takes that personally.

warnings/tags: drinking, like two seconds of scary vibes, smut, (secret) established relationship, work hard, play hard, have secret sex with your coworker even harder

a/n: I’m so sorry to FDR for butchering his quote for the sake of a title, but i like to think that horny bastard would have loved my smut.

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Despite working at a place that was quite literally soul-sucking, your coworkers could throw one hell of a happy-hour. 

There wasn’t a bartender in a ten mile radius from the office who didn’t know you all by name, didn’t shout a greeting over the tightly-packed house the instant you walked in. Rarely was it just a single crew member at the bars – you often got accused of moving in a pack like a five-headed hydra that could drink double its own weight in liquor, beer, and frosés – and being only two-fifths human, the Monster Squad was an alcoholic force to be reckoned with.

Maybe because you actively promoted unity amongst the species, like poster children for positive and “non-toxic human-demon relationships” HR kept encouraging in their Monday-Funday email blasts, but your little group was something of a legend in the area. You thought any notoriety was more likely due more to your faces plastered all over the bars’ trivia night winner boards, but in the office, people tended to stare. Trish, a siren from Santa Barbara, loved the attention, said it was good for her skin – gave her a “dewy” look. Nita, the only other human in your group besides you, disagreed with Ken (a quarter leprechaun on his mother’s side) when Ken claimed the whispering came from the sheer volume of nonsense that started around 4PM in the office on Fridays and continued until you all left the office. Ken was of the belief that the notoriety was actually infamy – to which he was promptly booed and had to buy the next round. 

And yet, to yourself, to the quiet conversations you had in the bathroom mirror after two long island ice teas and whatever was in what the centaur bartender at Lucky’s called an “Ass Whooping”, you suspected there might be another reason the Monster Squad even had a name at all. Within your own fields, each of you were respectable – Ken and Trish were both heads of marketing and Nita oversaw a considerable team of engineers, with you of course a department leader over in legal – one member of your group was, let’s say, more well-known. 

Well-known because he was the flashiest, the loudest, and certainly the most demonic of you all: Max Phillips, VP of sales, money-maker extraordinaire, and a fan-favorite amongst your Overlords, the rest of the sales team, and anyone with working and interested sex organs in the near vicinity. 

To your complete and utter annoyance.

You don’t quite remember how you all came together, who brought who into the group, and when it was unanimously decided that you’d stop snatching up office workers like limes at $5 margarita night after Trish, but it was Max who kept you together, who set up the group chat (somehow mysteriously gathering all of your phone numbers after a very late night), who bullied anyone who responded to his weekly “winner winner liquid dinner” texts every Friday morning with a tepid maybe into coming out that night. He already seemed to know half of the bartenders in the city, all of whom were happy to send over a free round of tequila shots as a “thank you to Max’s friends”. While you’d never look a gift vampire in the mouth, you were suspicious of his influence. Was that vampire hypnosis real? Did he have a pack of lesser, baby vamps to send out to tenderize the hunting grounds?

One thing’s for sure, he definitely didn’t scare them into it. 

“Has Halloween, like, changed for anyone else?” Nita grouched over her second Sangria Spritzer two hours into another fantabulous happy hour at Heel Clicks. The four of you were huddled into your comically small booth up on the landing near the back bar – of course there were other seats available but this had the best view, the closest access to your favorite bartender, and at some point, the shoulder-to-shoulder proximity served as a way to counteract the tipsy swaying. 

Trish leaned around Ken, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno,” Nita shrugged hopelessly. “It used to be one of my favorite holidays when I was a kid. I loved the candy, the costumes – all of it. But I really liked being scared the most.”

Ken sorted into his old-fashioned. “Well, if you’re still scared of things you were as a kid, Nit, I think you’ve got a bigger problem than seasonal preference.”

She elbows him and he knocks into Trish.

“Not like that . . . but, like, monster movies aren’t really scary anymore? I mean, I used to watch Ginger Snaps religiously around Halloween, but, uh, now that I know an actual werewolf and he’s the nicest little old man in accounting, I dunno . . . it’s just not the same.” 

“Sorry to burst your bubble on monsters,” Ken shrugged. “But I personally cannot relate. As a member of the Free Folk, my people have always been welcomed, seen as bringers of good will towards man.”

“You know there’s eight movies where a leprechaun murders literally dozens of teenagers, right?” You turned to Ken over Nita, your entire right buttcheek hanging off the edge of the booth. 

“Oh, yeah, baby Jennifer Aniston,” Trish mused, thinking. “If that’s what your uncle looks like, Ken, then I posit Halloween is still fucking creepy.”

“Halloween is definitely creepy and it sucks.” Your ringleader has returned with electric-green jello shots. Max Phillips carried a tray with one hand, his immaculate blue jacket gone to display firm forearms underneath his white, rolled-back sleeves. “Bunch up, kiddies, Daddy’s back with treats.” 

Half the group groaned, the other squealed in delight.

Max hip-bumped you, his ravenous cologne immediately making you think unwise thoughts, as he pushed his way onto the bench absolutely not made for this many people. He looked back at you as he passed out the drinks.

“Now why are we all in agreement that Halloween is a lame holiday?” 

“Nita claims that because she personally knows a werewolf – Ned, right? – she’s not scared of monster movies anymore.”

Max scoffed. “Well, there’s your problem right there. Werewolves were never scary to begin with.”

“What monster movies have you been watching?” Nita gaped at him. “Maybe it’s bad representation, but all the movie werewolves can tear you to shreds!”

Ken nodded solemnly. “This is why affirmative action is so important.” 

Trish smacked him over the back of the head. 

“So, what?” Max continued, crunching up the jello in its plastic cup. “Now that you know me, a vampire, you think all Dracula movies give blood-suckers a bad rap?”

“No, being a human-sized mosquito with too much hair gel is doing that all on its own.” You smirked, dead-eyed, at him. Behind you, Ken and Trish snorted so hard they almost spilled their drinks. 

Max narrowed his eyes at you, in a look he only gave you when you wouldn’t let him ease around legal loopholes “for the good of the business”. Only Nita seemed to be oblivious. 

“That’s a good point, Max.” She thoughtfully stirred her jello with her pinky, unsticking it from the sides of her cup. “I mean, I guess I never watched that many vampire movies to begin with.”

Max broke his heated staring contest with you to look around at Nita, elbow pressing up into your chest as he leaned forward on the table. “I can promise you, doll face, vampires have been and always will be more terrifying and lethal than werewolves.”

“Not the argument I think you want to make, mate,” Ken murmured as you shifted yourself to face Max entirely. 

“Oh, yeah? Enlighten us all –,”

“Nope,” Trish called down the row, “we’re taking this shot before you two get into it again.”

“To Ned!” Ken yelled. 

“To Ned!” 

Plastic crunched, tongues slurped, as jello ungracefully slipped into every open mouth down the bench. You licked your lip, tip of your tongue green. Max watched the movement out of the corner of his eye. 

“So, enlighten us, Max, why should we be so afraid of you?” 

Max grinned out the side of his mouth. “One, I’ve seen more bite out of a pomeranian than one of those Tribbles. And two, whatever-wolves can only get it up once a month. I’m all monster, all the time, baby.”

At this, everyone groaned.

“Dollar to the Dick Jar!” Trish smacked her hand on the table.

“Here, here!”

Max pouted as he took a dollar out of his wallet and slammed it into the center of the table, payment towards tips or the bill or whoever suffered the most due to The Dick. 

“Face it, buzz,” you shrugged as he put his wallet away. “You’re just not scary any more, if you ever were.”

“Is that right?” 

Fuck, you were in a lot of trouble. Beneath the table, his thigh soaked yours in heat. 

“That’s right.”

“You know what is really scary?” Ken muttered, digging around in his crushed up for the last remnants of jello. “Kelpies.”

“Ah – yes! They’ve got sloppy fangs covered in algae!”

“Hey – that’s my cousin you’re talking about!”

Heel Clicks was hands down one of your favorite bars in the area. Devoted to the local music scene in the area, the vibe was a mix of old 70s rock bands, modern steel, and whatever justified lots of mounted horns and hairy cow-skin stools. The drinks were great, seasonal too, and there was always live music on the patio out back. In a twist that you found particularly cool, the old rum-runners tunnels had been converted to comfortably spacious bathrooms in the basement. Behind the solid oak door, the noises from the above bar are nearly entirely muffled, making the slow descent to the bathroom something of an out-of-body experience when you’ve had a few and the sudden silence is almost an echo. 

Plus, these fucking stairs are a death trap. 

You embarrassingly clutched at the railing, the wooden stairs at far too sharp an angle even if you were sober as a judge, much less at a Monster Squad happy hour. 

Stupid Max and his stupid drinks and his –

What was that?

You stand up right on the third to last step, listening. 

In the half darkness in front of you, there are three paths available. To the left, employee storage, the lights above the door flickering, the sign reading “do not enter” pulsating in and out of visibility. To your right, another door, maybe an exit. Always unmarked and always locked every time your drunken curiosity got the better of you. 

And across from the stairs were the bathrooms, left women, right for men.

God, what year is it? Shouldn’t it all just be gender-neutral? You think to yourself, a tad bit more aggressive than you’d usually oppose the gender binary – primarily to wash out the rising concern at the back of your neck.

You are alone down here. It’s obvious. It’s not like there’s that many places for some dastardly villain to hide. Four shut doors and three hallways. Unless some maniac was curled up under the stairs, you are the only person in the basement. 

At least, the only person you can see. 

You don’t realize how sweaty your hands are until you try to continue your way down the stairs. You take a step and nearly slip, the eyes you know are on you somehow laughing. 

One blinking light. No where for anything to hide, so why are you so nervous? You are an adult woman, for god’s sakes. You make it to the floor, the most likely candidate for your demise behind you and –

The stairs creaked. 

The empty stairs that you just walked down creaked and you nearly leap across the hallway to put space between you. Heart in your throat, you make the monumentally stupid decision and call out, “hello? Is anyone there?”

As if the serial killer was just going to announce himself, give up the whole element of surprise.

Blinking through the bleary haze of too many drinks, you take out your phone and flip on the light. A white beam chases back the encroaching darkness, a frantic worried ghost peering through the gloom. And yet, like you consciously know, there’s nothing there. But the darkness feels heavier, the eerie distant noise from the bar above so quiet and removed the sound is more of a memory – the idea of what comfort and community should sound like. But it’s not. It’s too far gone – if anything were to happen, it’d be hours before they found you. If they did at all. 

“Oh my god,” you scold yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. “Get a fucking grip and go pee and then go back up those fucking stairs and –,”

Okay, that was definitely breathing.

Breathing, right behind you. Ragged, hungry, disembodied breathing, in your ear and your heart ricochets into your chest. Your own breath turns short, choppy, panic swelling into your ears, over your fingers. You think you might drop your phone, your fingers are so numb from fear, so you clutch tighter, the trembling throwing white light across the paneled wood in a craze. 

Be rational, this is crazy, there is nothing down here! 

The stairs snarl again and you squeak, all but bolting for the women’s bathroom, desperate to put at least some space between you and those fucking stairs, put some boundaries between –

The door is locked. When the fuck is this door ever locked?

Panic recedes to overwhelming rage because fuck, fuck, fuck, now you’re trapped in here – you can’t go back to the stairs – you rattle the handle, shaking the door against its lock –

“Fucking let me in!”

The light above the exit door goes out. And then the other. You throw all of your weight against the bathroom door. You claw at the handle, begging it to give way. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck – you can hear the darkness breathing –

No, speaking – it’s saying something, chanting, mocking, calling out – calling out your name –

The door suddenly unlocks and you stumble forward – into something solid –

Its hands grab you and like a fucking fool, you played right into its trap. 

It turns you, throws you up against the tile wall, its claws around your shoulders, cold tile against your cheek and you whimper. Whimper when you feel the soft pin-prick of fangs against the back of your neck – fuck, this is how it ends?? – and –

“Got you.” 

That voice.

That condescending, snide, bratty, little –

You elbow the solid body behind you and Max lets out a puff of air, staggering back. You whip around, nearly snarling in his smirking, beautiful face. The bathroom is dark, black tiled walls and floors with a faux-wooden sink and dim lights across the top of the mirror. In the flushed orange light, his eyelashes encourage thick shadows under his eyes and in the collar of his throat. If it wasn’t for that insufferable smile, he’d look painted from thin brush strokes and heavy scarlet paint. 

Caravaggio, eat your heart out. 

“Max, what the fuck was that?” 

He rolls his eyes, rubbing the spot on his chest where you hit him, at the top of his ribcage. “Oh, c’mon, it was just some fun. Saw you sneak off after you got Nita’s drink and thought I’d mess with you just a bit.”

You sigh, willing your heart to slow down, throwing your gaze to the ceiling and dropping your head against the tile.

“God, you asshole, I thought I was gonna die.” You swallow and move your hair out of your face. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I what?”

“You scared –,”

That smile, the crack of fangs across his mouth, widens, the bottom of his lip rolling back over the cut of his teeth, those brown eyes melting into a warm, obscene black, as he meets you hip first against the wall. 

His hands climb over your waist, as though daring you to hit him again, and your thigh muscles tighten. Your hands instinctively trace the exposed skin left by his opened collar at the dip of his throat when he comes closer, chest pressing up against yours, nose against your temple. 

Fuck, it shouldn’t be this easy for him. You sigh through your nose, eyes rolling shut, when he nips at your cheek.

“I think you were supposed to be mad at me.”

“I am,” you groan. “I’m livid. I’m enraged. I’m –,”

His thumb brushes your ribs – not tickling, not entirely touching, but just reminding. Reminding of the force behind his touch, behind his teeth. 

“Baby girl,” he chuckles softly, the sound running down your neck like rain, “you’re melting in my arms.” 

“This doesn’t mean I’m scared of you.” You focus on the softness of his hair between your fingers, the heat of the back of his neck beneath the pads of your fingertips – resolutely ignoring the radiating scent of his cologne coming from up under his collar. More than once had he come across you in his apartment bathroom, sniffing that bottle like some dopey perv looking for a quick fix. Of course, instead of admonishing you, he bent you over his sink and fucked the daylights out of you, his wrists singing with the smell of that cologne. Now he wore it to work wherever he wanted something from you, particularly to overlook some pesky lines of legalise. 

In the hallowed darkness of the bar’s bathroom, he drops a single kiss just below your jaw, inches beneath your ear. He grumbles when your pulse there quickens, and again his fangs find a curve of skin to press against – a reminder. 

Always reminding, always lurking, a threat without a promise.

And he knows exactly what that does to you. 

You release a full body shudder when his hands drop lower, guiding you back against the wall, fingers rounding around your thighs. Like interlocking pieces, your bodies slide together, your arms curling around his neck, the heat of his chest branding yours as it forces you against the wall. You’re breathing all wrong again, but for different reasons this time. You catch a flash of the ink-well darkness of his eyes when he nuzzles out of your neck to admire the mess he has made of your skirt.

“Can I fuck you in this or is this thing too tight?” He asks, like he specifically didn’t get on his hands and knees and beg you to wear that gray pencil skirt only twelve hours earlier. 

You lean up, snagging his bottom lip between your teeth, kissing him roughly and showing him he’s not the only one with a little bite. He groans softly, one hand curling into your hair at the base of your skull, and he licks you, from the front of your lips up to the valley of your mouth. He tastes like the sweetness of his whiskey n’ coke, his tongue rubbing the flexing muscle of yours, the sharpness of your molars. You could spend hours just sucking on his plush mouth. 

Maybe he did scare you. Maybe he should have scared you more, the threat of anyone discovering your relationship a real danger to both of your careers. Maybe it should have scared you, how little you cared about any of that when he palmed your breast over your shirt. 

You inhaled over his mouth, popping off his lips with a moan, his hand cupping you roughly as he dove in to suck marks on your neck. Every moment that passes, you feel your skin ratcheting up with heat, blood almost hot. He thumbs your perk nipple through your shirt and you arch your chest, his massive palm nearly cupping your ribs to your spine.

“Max, either you figure out how to fuck me in this skirt or you owe me a new one.”

“You want me to rip it off you?” He slurs, eyelids heavy, his thigh slides in between your knees, the fabric preventing him from going higher, to the place where you both need him. You groan in frustration and his hands squeeze your hips at the sound. “Tell me fast, baby, because I can’t–,”

“For the love of – just fucking lift it up–,” His hands fumble over yours as your fingers curl under the hem, his own want making that brilliant mind for numbers almost stupid. His warm fingers overwhelm your own as they push your skirt up your waist, and then dig around the line of your pantyhose. 

“Jesus Christ, are you trying to Fort Knox me out of your pussy? Why are there so many layers?” 

You hiss at him as you slide out of your heels and shove your nylons to the ground, hopping on one leg to take them off your feet. “It’s like you’ve never undressed me before.” 

Freed of the chaos of your underthings, Max’s hands rush to his belt, the clinking of the metal sending shivers down your back and straight up your cunt. He doesn’t notice because he’s obsessively watching your thighs. “I’ve never undressed you with our coworkers a floor above us and probably becoming increasingly suspicious about where the fuck we are–,” 

You take him by the back of the neck, hand clenching around the starch white of his shoulder. He comes to you, zipper digging into your hip bone as he pulls you up off your feet. For once that chatty mouth is quiet, open and wet with desire as he takes in your flushed face, the blood pumping under your tits. Max is nothing if not almost supernaturally consumed by the look, feel, texture, and taste of your tits. 

The look on his face is one of those reasons you tend to throw caution to the wind, why your heart almost feels too big for your chest, whenever he’s around. 

He hooks an arm around your low back, tilting your hips forward. You feel the heat of his cock somewhere below you and it takes all of your strength not to grind down. 

“Max –,” he’s not even inside of you and you’re already begging. You bite down on his ear to stifle whatever was rising up your throat. 

“Hang on, baby, I gotta make sure you . . .”

Using your shoulders as counterbalance, he holds himself up against the wet warmth of your cunt, breath stuttering as he rubs the head of his cock against your slick folds. That bratty aloofness is gone; he wants to sink so, so deep into you.

“Fuck, baby, I didn’t even get you ready – but you’re already so wet –,”

You don’t resist grinding down now and he knocks his shoulders forward, needing movement, but fighting against the urge to buck up into you, gasping from the feeling of your cunt. 

“Please, Max, just –,”

“Yeah, I know, baby, okay, just, I gotta . . .” 

He angles himself and you arch your back, unable to watch with the mess of your skirt around your waist, but he finds it, finds your opening, the place he loves to mark, and without any warning, thrusts his length up into you. 

The stretch, the surprise, the ear-ringing split between being empty and then stuffed so full – you can’t help but moan so loudly, you sing to the ceiling. For a moment, your bodies hum with the stillness, the blood in your cunt pulsating around him, you claw at his broad shoulders, need him closer, needing that smell of him that haunts your empty bed as far inside of you as his cock is. His hips stutter and he presses one hand against the tile by your ribs, teeth clenched against the sensation. 

“When I fuck you, every time feels like the first time. Every goddamn time.” 

It’s not particularly the confession it could be, but you shake your head, clearing it of anything stupid like feelings for Max Phillips, your chin brushing his jaw, his nose against your ear. 

“Then do it,” you whine. “Just fuck me, Max.”

With a groan that could be mistaken for a snarl, he lifts you both up right, pushing your hips down and spreading yourself over him. You lock your ankles around his back a second before he pulls out halfway, then to jerk back in with such force and precision your eyes roll to the back of your head. He sets a pace that has pleasure weaving a tight drum just under your stomach. Each sweaty thrust fires sparks up your spine. He really is so fucking good at this. 

This is the release you need, you both need. Sure, it’s an after-effect of having a high-powered job, but it’s also more than that. Max fucking you is unfortunately very often the highlight of your day. He knows what you need, how you need it – how hard to drive his cock into you, it makes you tongue-tied and dizzy. The fast pump of his cock, how it feels to split you apart over and over again, the back zipper of your skirt digging into your back – it’s too fucking good.

“Don’t know where you get off giving me orders,” he grunts, the pounding of his hips into yours rapidly shoving you up your ascension. The slapping, wet noise in the empty room is obscene. “I’m a fucking VP, little girl, and I–,”

You tense your muscles around his cock and he fumbles, his knees buckling momentarily. 

“Do not fucking bring up the org chart right now,” you hiss, your own edge yanked away when he stills. “I’m almost there–,” 

Quicker than he’s been all night, Max lunges forward, mouth open and teeth bare. He bites your neck and then he bites you. 

Fangs puncture your skin, not deep, but enough that your body is thrown into a messy coil of nerves and adrenaline. It knows you could die like this, even if you’ve only ever called the vampire a mosquito to his face, and triggering a self-preservation instinct, your body trembles from the sudden blast of sensation.

Your pupils dilate further than they were, your skin becomes overly aware of every drop of sweat, every flutter of hair, every rub of flesh – and your fucking nerve-endings feel like static, as if brushed by lightning. 

Pleasure so-white hot it almost burns roars up your spine, slick coating his cock inside you, and you cry out. Wail in his ear. Begging him to make it better. To give you your release. The feel of his cock pounding up inside your now-overly ripe cunt brings tears to your eyes.

“Oh, fuck – fuck, fuck, fuck – Max, p-please –,”

“Can you handle it if I touch you?”

You shake your head. “Yes, yes, please, touch me.” 

“You can’t keep screaming like that,” he scolds you breathlessly, the punch of his hips bouncing you against his cheek. For all his vampire stamina, the flush of exertion across his cheeks is truly staggering and a triumph for your ego. Flecks of blood dot his mouth. “Someone’s going to come looking.” 

“I don’t care,” you groan, angling your hips to take more of him. His hand not on your back cups under your knee, tugging it higher up his torso. His pace is relentless, overwhelming – with his weight on top of you, and his cock up under you, inside you, you’re consumed by Max Phillips. “Whatever you do, d-don’t stop. Don’t stop.” 

“You scared I’m gonna?”

“Yes,” you whine. You can feel your heart pounding out its shape into your ribs. 

“Good girl. And good girls get to fucking come.”

Balancing your increasingly limp body, he holds you up right, his hand snaking beneath your skirt, between the sweat of your thighs and his torso, and –

He thumbs that buzzing bundle of nerves, “come for me, baby”, and you do. You come screaming, the tension snapping, vision sparkling with stars, and you are shoved over the edge. You don’t know you’re wailing his name until he comes too, all concern for getting caught seemingly gone as he begs you to continue as he fills you up with his pearly, gooey cum:

“That’s right, say my name. Say my fucking name, sweetheart.” 

His hips thrust weakly, some instinct choking him until he makes sure every drop of him stays in you. You’re going to be dripping for hours. 

His skin is fire-hot beneath his starched white shirt. You’ll be thinking about that for days afterward when you see him in the hallways of the office. 

This is what scares you the most. When you realize it's over and neither one of you want it to be. 

Shaking from exertion, Max slowly sets you down, unwinding your legs from his waist, your ankles trembling against the cold tile. You couldn’t imagine putting your nylons back on, the thought of that pressure against the curve of your lower stomach while you are so full of his cum practically unbearable. 

He lifts his head from your neck, eyes intentionally avoiding you as he inspects where he bit you, breath coming in ragged, long gasps. Sweat darkens the hair at his temple and that post-fuck blush is staggeringly gorgeous on him. He pricks his thumb on the sharp edge of his fangs and with a scarlet bead balanced on his thumb, he smears his blood against the puncture wounds, like someone would wipe dirt away from a loved one’s skin. 

It doesn’t really hurt, but the effects leave your neck tingling. You’d never say this out loud, but you fucking loved when he did that. 

He steps away without looking at you, giving you time to adjust your skirt, your hair in the mirror. You help him straighten his collar because it’s not like he can use the mirror to check himself.

He grins, the flush fading far too rapidly from his cheeks. 

“What are you going to tell them?” You nod to the stairs on the other side of the wall. “This can’t look good for us.” 

“You got attacked by a werewolf on the way to the bathroom. I saved you.” 

“Thought you said werewolves weren’t scary.”

He shakes his head, smirking, then presses a kiss to your temple. “Just said I was the bigger monster between the two of us.” 

“My hero.” You turn your head until his lips drink in yours. 

It is dangerous, your feelings for him. 

He taps you on the butt, pulling away. The lines around his eyes do an excellent job of masking the hurt in the brownness of his eyes. 

“Gimme five, then you come up. Can’t have you looking so completely debauched.”

He kisses you again, betraying whatever amounted to “cool and collected” he attempted for, and without another word, he slides out the door. 

His smell lingers in the air long after he does. The throbbing of your cunt also serves as a fantastically bitter reminder.

You go back to the mirror because yes, you could not have been more obvious if you were wearing a sign that said, “hi, yes, I did just get my back blown out.” You try to fold your hair around your ears at least a dozen times before pulling it back in what you hope to be a casual pony-tail. You toss your nylons into the trash can, pleading that the “oh, I tore them in the bathroom” excuse might hold an ounce of water. 

You think about what’s waiting for you a floor up and your stomach clenches. 

Fucking Max could upset the dynamics of your little group, your little Monster Squad. Whatever the stupid office bylines were, your happy-hour social group is one of the bright spots in your life, especially while working at a place run by those bastard Overlords. 

And Max knew that. He didn’t want to risk your long-term happiness for his short-term. 

Max didn’t scare you because he was a monster.

He scared you precisely because he wasn’t.

You open the bathroom door and return to the world. 

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Naughty Love

Naughty Love

Fandom: Ikemen Villains

Pairing:  Elbert x July

Part of : Kinktober hosted by @xxsycamore

Prompt :  2. Gloryholes  |  Handjobs/Fingering  & 28. Biting/Marking  |  Jealousy/Possessiveness  & 30. Cockwarming/Somnophilia  | Foreplay/Aftercare focus

Tag:  Established relationship Possesiveness Soft Sex Body worship Fingering Cockwarming Aftercare Fluff       

Word Count : 2.910

Author’s Note: Happy Halloween. 🎃

A special evening deserve a special story featuring a masquerade ball nit quite going as planned and a revelation of feelings so deep to blur the lines betwen trick and treat as the bond of the two resident pretty dolls deepen behind closed doors and their heart grow closer under the spell of love. 🥰

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It was the a very special night and the palace was alike the town adorned in such way to give it an even more imposing aura than ever, in truth Ellis really did gave out his very best with the decorations claiming that like that everyone would have surely been happy, at that Jude had bitterly retorted it really didn’t matter gaining a light derisive scoff from Roger who pushed him to ease up, to break the upcoming fight Liam stepped in but got caught up in the excitement of the result of a never seen before match, at that point Harrison stepped in to calm the two contestants but there was no need to for William soon called everyone inside claiming he had important missions to discuss with them all.

Alfons had seen through all the ruckus but hadn’t stepped in, part of him wanted to see the two fighting and amuse him while the another was far too busy listening to his old friend's rehearse what he had to say pacing all around the garden so much Alfons was getting tired in his stead.

Elbert in the meanwhile deaf to all the mess going on turned to look at Alfons, sitting lazily on a sette adjusting the white bandages of his costume, pronouncing that words that his panic made wrap around his tongue in such silly ways that made laugh even him, if not for how nervous he was at the prospect of telling them to her.

“Tlic or trit.”

His determination didn’t faltered even in the face of Alfons clear resignation, not minding the heavy sigh escaping his lips Elbert resumed his walking mulling over the words stopping in his track only when his old friend’s gloved hand pulled him in to sit on the armchair in front of the settee.

“My my what should I do with you ?”

“It was wrong wasn’t it ?”

“A speck dear Elbie … but don’t look so deflated.”

As he spoke Alfons fingers reached to adjust the fluffy ears on Elbert’s hair, before trailing on his cheeks gazing into his eyes.

“I am sure July would look delighted anyhow, regardless of what you will tell her.”

“But what if I fail ?”

A rush of panic settled in his light blue eyes, at the point they were already getting misty as a forlorn smile curled his lips.

“You won’t, I am sure of it even if you must think so she will never mock you.”

“She is so precious to me.”

The gentleness in his gaze was enough to make the sun shine once more on his features, an endearing sigh that moved Alfons’ heart, his voice unusually soft as he spoke.

“As you are to her.”

To dispel that moment of vulnerability Alfons stepped back, leaning his back against the sofa.

“Now back again think of me as I was her.”

“Can’t you use your powers ?”

The desperation of his friend clear in his voice, usually monotone but now hiding an hint of a plea, Alfons would have gladly helped him but the truth was that his ability had never been useful in deceiving his master.

“Probably yes but the illusion don’t work very well with you and it will be a nuisance to get my gloves off since they are bandaged to my hands.”

As the sun fully set behind the horizon Elbert having collected enough courage to face her, went to fetch her for the party as he promised, after he gazed at Alfons hidden behind a pillar smiling reassuringly at him, Elbert finally knocked properly on her door waiting with bated breath as he nervously fidgeted with the laces of his sleeves.

“Good evenning. It’s me … Elbert … I … have come to accompany you to the party … If you are ready.”

“Oh yes I am, please just wait one minute.”

After a moment that seemed like ages she opened her door, July was always beautiful to him but that night was bewitching, a cascade of teal velvet embroidered in golden to resemble butterflies wings formed her gown collecting up in a tight bodice, in such a way to make her generous bosom stand up, the outfit was completed by a pair of glittering light green butterfly wings attached on her back and a pair of antennae coming from a ribbon hidden in the waves of her raven curls.

“Do … Do you like it?”

July sank her teeth in her bottom lips fidgeting with the hem of her long sleeves a coy smile on her lips as she looked up at him.

“Y-yes. You are gorgeous”

“Thank you I … actually wore it thinking of you.”

There was no bigger praise in the world that could warm up his heart as few words from her did, so much he felt he owed her the compliment that was on the tip of his tongue, no matter how clingy or lovesick he would have looked to be in front of her.

“You look even more bewitching than ever.”

A strange murky desire swam on his eyes as he brushed his thumb on her cheeks, before trailing only a bit on her lips, smiling at the sign of lipstick staining his fair skin.

A plan took root in his mind as he placidly reached to knock again the door behind her back.

“Trick or treat.”

Surprise was clear in July's chartreuse eyes as she looked up at him, vulnerable and beautiful like only a butterfly could be, ready to be caught in his net and treasured in his room, where he would have admired as she flew all around.

“I don’t have any sweets with me.”

“Then I have to play a trick on you.”

His voice suffused with warmth a velvety caress in her ear as he slid his thumb on her cheek before trailing on her neck, taking delight in the way she shivered under him, looking up at him with eyes full of nothing but desire.

“Tonight you are bound to spend every minute with me .”

A confused expression took hold in her gaze, making insecurity begin to flicker in his heart.

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no please I want.”

The honesty in her gaze made him weak each time as a smile enough to outshine the chandelier light curled her soft lips.

“I am so happy to hear that.”

The gentle way July clung to his arm as he offered it to her was enough to put Elbert at ease, she still wanted him and loved him as he was and he could have never asked for anything better than to be accepted as he was from her, his own and only priceless treasure.

The fact that as much as Elbert would have liked to make July experience the ball hosted in the palace a part of him was too jealous to share that beautiful sight she was with anyone else but him, that evening there was even a full moon night when the Queen of the Night's Halloween flowers bloomed and legend said they enhanced a cursed ability.

In his case it intensified his greed to a degree he scared would have frightened her, but the blissful smile curling her red lips as she brushed her cheek on his firearm looking up at him told a whole different story of an unconditional love nothing could waver, that thought made him smile at the knowledge she loved him as much as he loved her.

To surprise of pretty much no one in fact his more obsessive side won over his rationality and before they could even reach the dance hall he stopped in his track, with the pretext to adjust one of her antennae and fixing his tail.

If it was chance or destiny Elbert couldn’t really say but on the wall in the place they stopped there was hanged a lantern hand painted with butterflies, as if he was under a spell he cradled July face in his hand, careful to not ruin her make up as his thumb traced the contour of her eyes, trailing over the apple of her cheek before settling to brush over her lips.

“Your skin look so soft under the light it look scrumptious.”

The look of pure unbridled affection swimming in her chartreuse eyes made even more bright by the warm light of the lantern caught him captive, all the while her fair skin seem to glow like a white-creamy brocade, sweet and soft alike.

“Mind I if took a taste?”

Where he expected to see hesitation at his odd question in her gaze he saw none, putting him at ease, making him fall even deeper in his unstoppable greediness.

“Not at all.”

Not wasting a moment Elbert placed a gentle kiss on July cheeks before trailing on her lips taking delight in the way her fingers clutched his lapels bringing him closer still as he backed her away against the wall, nudging one knee between her legs brushing above her sensitive core.

His skillful hands caressed hungrily down her bodice gripping her breasts robbing a yelp from her lips before diving under her gowns to massage her core from above her undergarments lowering them enough only to slide inside his long digits, his thumb swiftly went to circle her clit, he swallowed her moans as his forefinger traced the outline of her labia before sliding inside her soaked core.

Reluctantly they pulled away from the kiss panting heavily as they regained their breath, a kind of maddening desire glimmered in his eyes as he looked down at her.

“July … I can’t wait any longer … I need you”

“Oh Elbie.”

His ever honest albeit shy confession make her heart swell with affection as she cupped his face looking straight into his eyes.

“Then take me.”

Elbert swift gesture took July off guard making her giggles as he took her hand in his escaping through the halls like two naughty children, still smiling as they reached his room, excitement building up as they slid inside, where he let go of her hand only to lock the door before turning to look at her.

A predator gaze in his eyes as he pushed her on the bed sliding on top of her, his hungry kisses robbing all coherent thought from her mind as he trailed his lips to nibble on her exposed shoulder before travelling to brush over the upper part of her bosom all the while his finger untied the laces of her dress.

Reluctantly he pulled away only to strip down bare for her admiring the way July rubbed her thighs together unable to satisfy her desire, Elbert smiled at every little moan rolling from her tongue as he fully undressed her, too aroused to even thing straight his fingers reached to rub on her clit taking delight in the way she arched under him, spreading her legs giving him a front row seat to her soaked core.

A sight he reacted growling lightly, robbed of any coherent thought Elbert took off her fingers from her clit tracing the outline of her labia smiling as July shuddered at the feather light touch before his ring and middle finger slide into her pussy welcoming them into her warm wet embrace, the sensation made him groan as she arched under him pushing her hips against him, begging him to do more to give her more.

There was nothing else in his mind but the all consuming desire to take her as his, and so he did.

A whimper of dissatisfaction flew from her lips as he took off his fingers lining up his cock with her entranced kissing her as with a jolt of his hips they melted into one, July broke off the kiss grabbing his hair as Elbert greedy lips nibbled on her bosom, shoving his face into her breast as he begin to lick her areola robbing a groan from his lips as her pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, a reaction he rewarded by engulfing her nipple in his mouth flickering his tongue on the stiffened peak all the while his other hand rubbed his thumb on her other preparing it before his lips could her grace it alike.

Panting heavily Elbert pulled back, his skilled fingers caressed down her body, navy blue waves of love driven lust swam in the once clear sea of his eyes as he looked at her, desiring nothing more than to swam and to bathe fully in that gorgeous sight his precious princess was.

“So very beautiful.”

A madness July wasn’t unused to, set in his gaze as he gawked in awe at her, his hand caressing her breast before trailing softly on the plane of her torso clutching then with greediness her soft tummy, tracing her stretch mark he then avidly bent over to lick.

“Deliciously sweet.”

His voice husky and low making her core clench in anticipation as he pushed deep inside her once more setting a slow pace as he gripped her waist with one arm accompanying her movements as her hips arched to meet his all the while his other hands slide between their bodies going to caress her clit, smiling like a madman at the feeling of her juice dripping over his wrist and soaking his balls at each slap of them against her cunt.

“You are so … beautiful.”

Elbert voice was deep with lust glimmering in his darkened eyes as he gazed down at her, drinking in her sight, an utter mess a very loved thoroughly beautiful incomparable precious doll all his to love.

“You are mine … all mine.”

“And you ?”

July gentle voice seem to break through Elbert daze like state enough for him to smile gently at her brushing his nose on hers.

“I am yours too … never forget that mon amour.”

Her nickname did nothing but fuel July to give him more, not shying away from reciprocating his affection she begin to move her hips against his matching his faster pace, moaning loudly to make him know how good he was making her feel.

“Ahhh … please ... anf … deeper. I want to feel you … all of you.”

“I want to melt into you too … ahhh … please allow me.”

“I do too. I beg you give me more mon prince.”

Elbert's movements were become erratic as he was getting closer to his climax at each thrust, a growl slipped from his lips as her nails clawed his back, July wrapped her ankles behind his back while he continue to push into her, desiring nothing more than to see her coming undone under him, because of him, before him so he could finally let himself come feeling her cunt milk him for all he was worth.

“Oh Elbie I am close… ahhh please let me.”

“Nghh July … please … ahh wait for me.”

A rush of pleasure ran through her body shaking under him as her folds fluttered around him, welcoming each swallow thrust of his as he came painting her walls white with his seed seeping from his throbbing cock, melting with her own juice oozing out from her core.

Gently he lowered her on the bed, slumping on his side of the bed while his head went to lean on her soft bosom.

“I … apologise if I hurted you.”

“Oh Elbie.”

Elbert looked coyly up at her, the stark contrast between the passionate madness of before and the gentle kindness of that moment made July smile as she gently brushed her fingers between his soft platinum locks.

“You could never.”

“I … am glad to hear so.”

A strange light glimmered in his eyes as he raised to place his head on the pillow next to her, brushing his fingers on her cheeks as he gazed intensely at her.

“Because I have no intention to stop anytime soon.”

The surprise written in July's chartreuse eyes set him in disarray, Elbert feared he was asking too much of her, maybe she didn’t wanted to, he had tired her so already, his racing thoughts spilled in a a shy confession he made caressing a ringlet of her raven locks unable to met her eyes.

“If you want to of course.”

Only her sweet melodic voice was able to pull Elbert out of his reveries, as ever, while he succeeded in collecting enough courage to look up at her, meeting July light green eyes filled with affection and a smile ten fold brighter and warm than the sun ever could have been.

“Oh yes … please do whatever you want with me.”

Like an obsessive cat he nuzzled closer to looking straight into her eyes as he spoke.

“Can we stay like this a little longer ?”

“Of course we can.”

Gently she laid on her right side letting adjust around her, moaning at the feeling of his cock shifting into her, mewls soon broken off in giggles as July felt Elbert's elegant fingers tickle her hips.

“That’s not fair”

“You look so pretty when you laugh. I wanted to see more of it.”

July smiled as Elbert's arms wrapped around her, she gazed straight into his sea blue eyes crinkled with affection only for her, purring as he brushed his fingers on her cheek, welcoming his lips as they melted with hers in a sweet kiss they reluctantly broke off from, panting but still holding one another as he gently took her hand in his placing a gentle kiss on its back, like a knight submitting to his Queen, exactly like she felt wit him, spoiled and loved exactly like she did her best to make him feel.

“I love you July to madness with all my heart.”

“I love you too Elbert so very very much.”

Softly Elbert held her close, entwining his fingers with July, looking at the golden bands on their ring fingers, symbol and promise for their unwavering love one he would have never dream of receiving but that he obtained against all odds with her, a gentleness in his gestures as he brushed his nose with hers as they gazed at one another with fond smiles.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

I'm not a "ship" person whatsoever but I do scroll character tags on occasion and see quite a bit of Vox and Vel together as well as what seems to be a lot of what I'm assuming is female original character stuff. I've even seen some Charlie and Vox too. So it's out there, but unless you're scrolling through character tags I can see how it might be hard to find. Personally, I also block/filter a lot of the big "ship" tags so maybe that also makes it easier for me to stumble across this stuff that "slips" through since I don't know if those pairings have names.

I get your point though. I do think many are inclined to erase his bisexuality when it's convenient. Interestingly, they also erase Valentino's pansexuality too. The same with Husk as well, but I check his tag a lot less so who knows.

What disappoints me, and I know I'm about to come off as nit-picky right now lol, is the lack of research people put into their "sexuality" headcanons for the characters with reference to their different eras. When reading some of them, you'd think the idea of "gay rights" was a completely new and foreign topic that only emerged after the early 2000s. I get people want to go for the simplistic "repressed and doesn't know what being [insert identity here] is" for some of the older characters but that completely ignores a fascinating and rich tapestry of queer history that could create far more interesting (and still accurate) stories for the characters/their backgrounds. I would really encourage those who haven't already or are generally unfamiliar to dive into this history as it might inspire their character ideas while also educate them on the work, art, and activism our queer elders have contributed to the community we have today.

I think this may partially relate to character ages being under explored as well. While I've seen debate on what is canon/has been decanonized many of these characters, as far as we know, died in their late 30s and beyond. That's a lot of life to live and experience. While certainly many people throughout history (and even today) kept their sexuality hidden from the public due to culture, shame, and safety that doesn't mean there weren't many incredible private venues/spaces that could be utilized to explore those feelings/identities in secret.

I could go on and on about this but I've totally strayed from your original point (I'm sorry!) and I'm very tired haha. I just think there are multiple factors coming into play here with these character interpretations and, for me, the biggest missed opportunity is the lack of historical research. But end of the day people should have their fun! Just an observation.

Completely agree with this! I doubt my response will be as long since I just woke up but other characters doing certain things or not knowing about sexualities is interesting, it just seems like a lot of people think older people don’t want to explore any of that like it only just happened recently as you said. I like to joke about Angel being shocked about gay marriage and not knowing a bunch of current terms but thats about it. With him being in the mafia when he was alive makes it much more interesting as well, I’m pretty sure around his time the mafia was blackmailing men in gay bars but dont quote me on that I might be wrong.

Anyway for Husk and Valentino pan erasure I see that a bunch too. Not exactly erasure but just… ignoring it? Moreso erasure on Valentino’s end because Ive seen people get mad at people for shipping Valentino with a woman and was like “hes gay dont do that” no he isnt. Also dont ship Valentino with anyone for the love of god. But like people are super used to just making up headcanons that they dont bother to look up actual canon stuff. I know Hazbin isn’t the best but if you want canonically LGBTQ+ characters use what you have and add on later. Or headcanon a background character, thats what I did with Molly.

People are very focused on modern day queerness and forget that this stuffs been happening for decades and it’s a bit sad. Also I seem to have strayed from my own question as well?? Anyway ty for mentioning this! Its very interesting 🩷

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a pure smut for vampire Frank, in which he and the reader were the last survivors, but they both get turned into vampires ,kill lambert and abigail before finding a bedroom and fucking since they had been flirting all night. (You could just briefly explain the events prior to fucking if you want) and so they actually like each other and he cares for her after the fuck? (Love your writing btw!!)(also sorry this is already so detailed and nit picky)

I’m gonna assume they also killed Lazar as well. But you’re absolutely fine! And I’m glad you like my writing. That means a lot to me though that you like my work 💕🥺

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Warnings: smut obviously and blood

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She stood next to Adam covered in everyone’s blood from the nights events. She felt relieved by the fact that she was still alive, and so was Adam. The two were flirting all night, and now seeing each other as vampires and covered in everyone’s blood, the two were both turned on more

He turns to face her with lust in his eyes. She knew exactly what he was thinking, so she takes his hand and told him to follow her. He listens, since he knew she was gonna take him to one of the rooms. Once in the bedroom, he’s kissing her roughly on the lips, and has her pinned against the wall

She lets out moans once the two start to make out. He’s letting out moans as well as his grip tightened onto her wrist. Louder moans leave her, which makes him amused. He pulls apart, which makes her excited for his next move. “Lay down” he orders after he lets go of her wrists

He back’s up, and watches as she gets onto the bed. “Get undressed” she undresses herself, which he watches. He gets undressed now, which makes her watch once her top is off. He goes onto her once he’s naked, and then lowers himself to be facing her thighs that are covered in blood

He starts to lick the blood off of her thighs, starting with her left thigh. He knew where she needed him, but he decided to let her beg for it instead. ‘Adam’ she moans in his mind, which makes him stop licking blood off of her thigh. He looks up at her, and she looks at him

“Fuck.” He brings his face back to facing hers, and now his lips are on hers. Both fangs start brushing against their tongues once the two start making out. His finger goes into her pussy, then starts to rub her the way she likes already. Her lips leave his as her head now arches back. His lips go onto her neck as he continues to rub her

He begins leaving hickeys on her neck now as he rubs her. “You’re mine, you understand? You’re only mine” he growls against her skin after he left a hickey. “Yes sir” she moans as she felt the need to cum now. He stops, which makes her switch spots once his finger was out of her

He looked pissed off, since he likes being dominant. But once she starts to ride him, he didn’t mind. His hands were grasping tightly onto her waist, drawing blood from her waist. Her head arches back as moans echoed throughout the room. His eyes looked at the blood leaving her waist that would soon heal

He makes her stop and then switches positions with her, and then goes down to face the right side of her waist. He starts to draw more blood because of his fangs. They weren’t feeling pleased anymore, but hurt. “Adam, stop” they begged, but he continues

“Please. It hurts” they begged once again as his eyes looked at hers. Tears left her eyes, which makes him stop. Blood was dripping off of his face, which makes him try to lick it off, but fails to. “Sorry about that dear, your blood tastes amazing” he says once his face was close towards hers. Her own blood dripping onto her now. “Want a taste?”

She nods her head to say no, which makes him chuckle. He gets up, and notices a towel, which makes him smirk; “how convenient.” She watches as he wipes his face clean of her blood. Her wound was healed now, but she felt a little fearful. He looks at her once he was done wiping his face. “I won’t do it again, I promise”

She knew he was telling the truth, but she wonders for how long he’ll keep that truthful. Could be tomorrow or a year when he will, but she didn’t care now. She knew her fate now, and was willing to accept it whenever it’ll come to her. He comes back onto her, and grins. “I don’t think I can wait any longer, and I believe you can’t either”

She simply nods her head, which makes him angry. “Speak” he orders, which makes her listen. “Good girl” he gently creases her face before slamming into her. He doesn’t even let her stretch out as he begins to thrust roughly against her g spot. Her head arches back as her hands were on his back

“Adam” she moans out loud as all she could see were stars. His lips go onto her neck to leave surprisingly gentle kisses. His finger goes into her pussy as well, which makes her have no thoughts at the moment. “Don’t I make you feel good, dear?” He asked her in her mind. “Compared to others I’m the fucking best, right dear?” He continues in her mind as she felt like coming again

She doesn’t respond, which makes him angry. “Tell me, or I won’t let you cum” he orders as he starts leaving bite marks onto her neck without his fangs. “You do. You know my body unlike any other” she says before she lets out a moan. “Good girl.” She came now, which makes him smirk before letting out a moan. He had stopped biting her to let his own noises leave him

He continues until his own orgasm happens. He moans her name when he came, which made her want to cum again already, but she doesn’t. He stops thrusting and rubbing her once he came. He takes his finger and dick out of her, and then lies down next to her. He wasn’t tired, but he had to stop before he would get too carried away

She cuddles close towards him, which caught him by surprise. “I think I love you” she admits as her head rests onto his chest now. This also took him by surprise, since people hated him. He also didn’t really care about relationships considering he was the one to leave his ex wife and child behind for power. His arm wraps around her as a smile forms on his face

He knew she wouldn’t stop him from his plans. She was the perfect partner to have by his side as he had the power he always craved. “I think I love you too.”

[countrymusiclover]

8 - Getting Closer to the Truth

Princess Red Thief

Part 9

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Striding down the long staircase of my parents castle with the return of my father and the wedding that occurred a few hours before this whole evening. "Your dress looks beautiful, Eve." My mother came over to me wearing a white and gold dress thanks to my grandfather's golden curse.

"I must say your dress is more beautiful, Mother." I smiled at her, dropping the fabric of my gown to the ground now on flat ground.

I was wearing a simple gold dress that was short sleeved and covered with lace. My hair was loose and had natural curls throughout. "So am I ever going to meet this man you call Rumple?" My mother asked me as we swayed around doing the dance like everyone else around us.

"I'm not sure when would be the right time. I'm sure you and father will be off on a honeymoon tonight. So in a few days perhaps." I answered her question feeling someone touch my arm when we spun around and found new dance partners.

The new partner spoke in a giggling tone I wouldn't soon forget and gently held onto my forearm. "I'm actually stunned to see the princess out of her red cloak."

"Rumplestilskin." I gasped not intending on seeing him anytime tonight.

He was dressed in his leather jacket but with more formal and light clothing that made him look like he could fit in at a ball. "In the flesh, Red Thief."

"Everly!" I rolled my eyes back at him. "Now what are you doing here?"

He raised a hand twirling me underneath his arm so we didn't look suspicious by nit dancing at a Royal ball. "We had a deal that I would be introduced to your parents soon. I am just curious to know when that day shall come."

"Can't you see the future and already know when?" I questioned the master of dark magic.

Rumple smirked watching me twirl around him in a circle. "It's never that clear. Everything is always changing or leading you down another path by some tiny detail." He answered my question by placing our hands together once more.

"So then what do you want from me? I've already made a deal with you." I whispered under my breath.

Rumplestilskin leaned his head forward and my breath caught in my throat not sure what he was about to do or say. "I'm just here to make sure you don't break our deal with me of meeting your parents. Prince Charming has already changed my arrangements with King George."

"So you've come here to make sure I keep up my end of the bargain. That doesn't show you have trust issues at all." I scowled back in a snarky tone.

The dark one smirked, waving his finger in my face. "Careful with that tongue of yours, dearie. Remember I'm the one with the power around here." He spun me around one final time before I regained my balance and was unable to find him within the crowd of people.

Blinking my eyes opened I groaned feeling like I couldn't move my body. Lifting my head up as much as I could I saw that my wrists and ankles were restrained down by zip ties. "You've got to be kidding me - urgh!" I grunted attempting to break free from them as a nurse came in my room with a tv cart.

"Hello Ms. Royal, how are you feeling?" She asked me with her blonde hair pinned up in a bun. Peering into her bright eyes that almost looked familiar for some reason I could not place for the life of me.

I bared my teeth trying to move again. "How do you think I feel being trapped like a monster!"

"Don't worry if you cooperate with what I'm asking you won't have to be restrained for long. The mayor is doing this to help you. She is concerned." The woman explained coming over closer to my bedside.

I clutched one hand into a fist and opened my other hand declaring a foreign word that I somehow remembered being stored in my mind. "Concern this you ass - Incendia!"

"Ms. Royal, if you hoped that would do something I'm sorry to say there's nothing there." The woman said to me,

I scanned the woman's name tag. "There's a fireball right in your face, Kathryn Nolan."

"No there isn't, dear." Kathryn shakes her head.

I glared at her trying to concentrate more on whatever the word meant. It has something to do with fire that much I could easily recall. "You don't know anything of what I know. I know that one way or another I will get out of here!"

"I think it's time for your medicine - gah!." Kathryn reached to unblock the restraint on my right wrist. Once my hand was free I snatched her wrist holding the vial that was about to go into my arm. Twisting her arm she cried out when I had popped her wrist dropping the vial and going down onto the floor.

Unlocking the other restraint I scrambled from the bed and fell onto the tile floor beside the nurse. Getting on my knees I grabbed the vial kicking it away from her when Kathryn attempted to hold me down. "Ah! Gold."

"Where is she?" I could hear a voice out in the hallway while we had our tussle around on the floor.

Kathryn twisted one of my arms behind my back but I kicked her in the stomach where she collapsed backwards harshly. Taking the advantage I had I forced myself to my feet snatching the vial by my foot up in my hands bolting out the door. "Gold!"

"Eve!" I heard his voice call down the hallway where I could almost see the edge of the front desk. I halted in my tracks holding my head in the palm of my other hand hearing a name I had only heard from him once and the other time was by Henry.

"Rumple!"

A voice familiar to Gold's but deeper came shortly after. "Everly! Harm one hair on her head and Maleficent burns!"

"Ahh! What is happening to me?" I winced, lowering myself to the ground holding my head in agony.

Footsteps came up behind where I whipped my head around seeing Kathryn coming after me. I got to my feet where she quickly grabbed the vial from my hands and held onto my wrist so I couldn't leave. "I tried to be nice but you're leaving me no choice."

"Get your hands off me!" I shouted trying to fight her with my other hand but she pushed me against the wall about to inject the serum into my system.

"I believe you heard the young woman say she didn't want whatever drugs are inside that serign, dearie."

We both turn our heads in the opposite direction noticing that Mr. Gold was standing a few feet away from us. He had one hand resting on his cane but there was something powerful about the way he spoke and stood before us. "Mr. Gold, the mayor has requested we help her." Kathryn declared to him.

"You and your staff seem to have forgotten that I am in charge of her safety being her emergency contact. So unless you'd like me to involve the police I suggest you release the lass." Gold clenched his jaw showing some of his teeth.

Kathryn stepped away from me crossing her arms over her chest. "The mayor won't like you interfering, Mr. Gold."

"I don't care what does or doesn't upset her...Eve?" He takes a step closer to me. I shake my head feeling tears welling in my eyes just as I bolted straight towards the pawnshop owner like it was second nature to me.

Throwing my arms around his neck I buried my face into the fabric of his suit. He paused, taken back by the gesture yet he wrapped his arms around my waist holding me closer. "Gold..."

"Shhh I'm here now. She won't hurt you." He whispered until he pulled my head away so we could look into the other's eyes.

I blinked my eyes a few times seeing a memory of someone else's face cross over his. He appears as the same man from Henry's book. "You're him..."

"Him who, dear?" Gold knitted his brows together.

I gripped his shoulders lightly. "Rumplestilskin from Henry's book. He might be telling the truth about this entire town."

"Calm down, Eve. Let's get you out of here. You've been on a lot of drugs and other things in here. Once you've away from this and have some food in your belly you'll be better." He placed a hand on my lower back leading me away from Kathryn. Yet deep down Gold had to hide the bright smile of hope that wanted to cross his face when he heard her say his real name.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[rukiveris]

[ vent post ? ] i wonder if i should forgive them or not ...

if u dont rlly care abt my cringey ahh story u can scroll away XD

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im not going to mention their real username here , so i'll call them as B and K . K is B's younger " sister "

around 2023 , me and some of my close friends found B's youtube channel .

B was and is still a problematic person . he , alongside with his friend group , would harass other ppl , steal art and post n$fw art on youtube ... ( he is a minor . )

at first , we would said some mean things towards B like ' u should quit ' , ' touch grass ' and stuff like that ...

( mind u , we were very childish and stupid at the moment )

but when we realized B might have had mental illness , we would stop harass him and we told him to ' take a break ' and ' get help '

even though we were sincere , B did not listen and started harassing us back . he would tell K to repeatedly tagging us in their posts and vids to harass us .

they didnt stop there .

B and K sent my friends threats , inculding grape threats . they also s3xualize me thru their n$fw drawing of me , saying that i have big breasts and made me feel extremely uncomfortable .

( that is not my body type . heck , they didnt even know how i look like and still have the audacity to say stuff about my body .

besides , me , B and K are literal minors . )

bcuz of their constant harassment , i took a long break and delete my youtube channel to focus on studying .

after i finish all my exams , i return with a 2nd channel .

but somehow B and K found it even though me and my friends never tell anybody about that channel .

i blocked their comment so they wont be able to comment on my channel . but instead , they stalk my channel everyday , nit picking on every single posts i made ( those posts arent even related to them )

they even attacked me for expressing my own opinion abt their idol ( i didnt even know that was their idol in the 1st place . )

i even made an apology post for B and K , apologizing for harassing them and i also forgive all the things they have done to me . and tell them to leave me alone .

but they didnt listen and they would say that i have to do a face and voice reveal in order to be forgiven ... i'll never do that .

bcuz of it , i abandoned my 2nd channel and changed my username completely .

im now on my 3rd channel ... they havent found me yet but i hope they wont be able to find it .

thinking abt it again , i wonder if i rlly should forgive them ...

i want to move on but they pretty much fcked up my mental health . bcuz of them i always feel on edge whenever i post stuff online .

im scared that they will find me and harass me all over again . i hate being stalked like that .

they could be finding me rn , idk ...

me and my friends already stop harassing them for over a year already and yet B , K and their friend group haven't stop yet . they still want to continue the arguments .

i was sincere abt the apology . i didnt even seek their forgiveness , i just want to be left alone . idc if they still hate my guts , but still ...

im tired of them already .

T_T

[waru-chan8]

→ This post made me think. For whatever reason, the whole grid finds out about ao3 (hope not in my lifetime shudders). Who is likely to search his tag? Who is most offended by his portrayal? Who reads fics about others and sends them the link? Any sudden realization?

Hi Milla 👋👋👋

Bold of you to assume none of them know about AO3 or the RPF. Specially the younger generation. I'm older than most of the grid and I got into fanfiction when I was 13-ish years old and I had much less resources than some of them, so I'm sure some of them know. Or maybe even older riders like Jorge or Vale who got there by accident and are vain enough to search themselves and then read it.

But let's roll with this. I think the youngster (and by this I mean Moto2 and Moto3 riders and maybe Martín (and Aleix because he is chaotic like that. Also Jorge and Vale would read them just out of curiosity) are more likely to go into the tag on their own and read. I think Holgado, Riccardo Rossi and Fermín will read them and joke about it and even share between them and other riders. Hell I think they might even queerbait us (maybe they are already doing it).

I think Arón and Ortolá and Alonso wouldn't mind riding them but they also wouldn't actively going to search for them. If they are in the mood, they might even help with the queerbaiting.

I feel like Izan will be the most self-conscious when interacting with other rider, 'like, if I do x, how it will be perceived?' Or 'I'm spending to much time with Ricky? Or Dani? Or Alonso?' And then Pedro will refuse to even open anything he is send.

I think the most offended could be Marc when people interpret some of his actions. I don't know why I have the feeling he will read some, say it's wrong and then do an essay on why that interpretation is wrong. But I also think he will read them and find them funny, and maybe replicate some mental games he read there. Jorge would also be annoyed with the portrait of himself, and maybe he is the one to have a realization that his fixation with Dani is nit normal, or maybe his concept about love fall more with the views of aro-spec people (me pushing for Aro!Jorge never (lying)).

And Vale will just simply rea them and takes note for kinky purposes. This guy is shameless

I don't know if you wanted this or me going down the MotoGP grid (or any other) telling what I feel will happen. I focused on the ones I have better 'readings/know more about them'. Also this is not an encouragement for any of you to send links/recommendations to anyone.

[thewriteflame]

Find the Word

Thank you @oh-no-another-idea for the tag!

Words: grieve, grace, game, and grin

No pressure tagging: @romances-not-tragedies @theprissythumbelina @charlesjosephwrites @pinespittinink and open tag Words: bathe, lift, shimmer (or shine), kind

Taken from Home:

Grieve Grief

Ka’il glanced at the door then hurriedly pulled a clothe from his bag. He quietly shushed her as he placed it in her hand. “Please, Asa, I know it’s better to get your grief out but we don’t want Saavin coming back in, do we?” With effort, Asa quieted. Ka’il sighed. “It-it’s a-all my fault,” Asa said between silent anguish. Blinking back tears, Ka’il sat by her knees. “No, no it’s not.”

And They Were Roommates:

Grace(d)

“Uh, thanks?” Takashti replied. His eyebrow rose as he looked at the lemon pastry. He had no idea why he was suddenly included in Jayme’s close-nit group, especially since Nim acted all too happy if she could treat him like hated furniture. Did you thank others for including you only as an obligation? Why did this tiny high-elf seem to think his existence was a threat to her personally? “So we know in the future, what’s your favorite fruit?” Cris asked, paying no mind to her friend’s obvious desire to leave. “Um… pomegranates,” Takashti said. “But lemon or custard is fine if we’re talking sweets.” A self-satisfied smile graced Cris’s usually neutral expression. “Ha! I was right about that, too.” She bent closer to Nim to gloat over her small victory.

Game

“Dark Samus? Nice choice.” Cris told him over Nim declaring how she’s known Jayme for thirteen years. “She still won’t be a match for Sheik, though.” Takashti smirked. “We’ll see about that.” Cris went easy on him as he got the hang of the controls. Then it turned fierce. For all of one minute before his character disappeared off screen for a final time. What could you expect with someone who had never even seen the game let alone played it until thirty minutes ago?

The Revenged:

Grin(ned)

It wasn’t long before she entered the park, their park as she secretly called it now. Uncertain if or when Nahuel would come she decided to not leave it to chance and hoped he had already seen the quick letter she left the night before. She stopped, her heart jumping at the sight of the man in front of her. In front of their spot. Shuntala watched Nahuel as he tenderly kissed a note and bent to place it in their secret place. He grinned as he pulled her small note out. She smiled as he treated her hurried note like a delicate sheet of gold.

[timextoxhajima]

10 favourite characters from 10 different things

tagged by the lovely @haechanhues, and will be including my own details explaining why i loved them (even if nobody asked) [UNRANKED]

Okju from Ballerina (Netflix)

FRESH in my head. I just watched this yesterday and I LOVED how nonchalant she was. I loved her facial expressions - the ones where you can tell she's devastated and upset but she fights against the need to cry because perhaps she finds it useless to cry (no, i'm not projecting (?))

2. Levi Ackerman from AOT

NEED I SAY MORE?

3. Monica Geller from FRIENDS

Watching the show, she definitely irked me here and there, but it's not like nobody on the show didn't. She might be nit picky and a tad bit of a control freak but she gives the most imo, cooking for everyone and constantly making making sure that no one is left out.

4. Erin from You're Next

I watched this movie at the ripe age of 15 or 16 and by this age, I've already watched a good share of horror/violence/gore/slasher films and I never appreciated the concept of a 'Final Girl' until I watched You're Next.

5. Han Sunwoo from Soundtrack #1

It could be because I'm a simp for PHS but ever since he busted out his heart eyes in this melodrama (and also because back before my boyfriend was my boyfriend, PHS was both our favourite actors and then in Soundtrack #1, his character is basically how my boyfriend became my boyfriend), Han Sunwoo truly has my heart.

6. John Keating from Dead Poet's Society

Sure, I love old classics. But this one went beyond the definition of a classic.

7. John Coffey from The Green Mile

I promise I'm not depressed.

8. Rosalie Hale from The Twilight Saga

If you were making a list that included strong women who hated showing their feelings and were sarcastic but didn't hesitate to snap your neck, how could you omit Rosalie Hale?

9. Kat Stratford from 10 Things I Hate About You

The girl that I wanted to be... but I was like 7 years too late.

10. Murph from Interstellar

I used to dislike her character, until I rewatched it and realised how much she had to go through to grow up without a father, and still stayed true to what he was studying and researching - to the point where she broke the code on the other end.

not tagging anybody but feel free to rb and continue! <3

[synergysilhouette]

(Some of) My retrospective grievances Bakugan

I loved Bakugan growing up--and for the most part, the first two seasons hold up. That said, I did want to mention things about the series that I wish they'd done better. Some of it's nit-picks, and some of it is stuff that really annoyed me. I don't recall everything, so be sure to let me know if I misremembered some things!

There's NO WAY Dan, Shun, and Runo were 11 years old (in the Japanese version; they were 12 in the English version, which is still unbelievable to me). I'd buy that everyone on the team was 16-18 and Marucho was 12.

I wish the parents and more adults in general were more involved in Bakugan. Magical creatures and cards that put you in another dimension fall from the sky and it's mostly just young people who use them? It feels like parents would at least be more concerned about what's going on, but Dan's parents aren't super involved--heck, I remember being surprised that he had a dad! That's something we never see from Yugi (whose dad is always on a business trip) and Ash (whose dad is a mystery).

Terrible treatment t of female characters. Julie, Alice, and Runo were great members of the team, but they were essentially removed from the show in season 2 because Drago only wanted to involve Dan. That'd be fine, but Marucho tagged along too, and Shun found his way there, too--and the male/female ratio was thrown off enormously, because we got a lot of new male characters, and very few new female characters.

Give more information on the location of the characters. Julie is from Australia and Alice is from Russia. Aside from missing accents, I'd have liked to have seen how Bakugan affected the different countries/cultures.

More backstories for the characters. I recall Shun's backstory and how it ties into his relationship with Skyress, but everyone else deserves that, too--plus it'd be neat to see how his traditional background (with his grandfather being a ninja) affecting his relationship with Marucho, who comes from a rich and modern family, as well as his friendship with Dan, who is also more modern.

Too many side characters who don't return for season 2 onwards. I always hated that we had fun characters like Chan Lee, Billy, and Klaus who are just written off later. It would've been fun to see them become bigger characters as the show went on rather than smaller ones.

Marucho and Shun keep getting new Bakugan. I'd have enjoyed it if the original 6 Bakugan returned to the team and they got Bakugan as well--namely because Ingram and Elfin were the only good "replacement" Bakugan for Marucho and Shun. The girls can just have their OG bakugan like Dan, or they could have two (their OG and a new one) like Shun and Marucho--though I guess technically Marucho would have 3 because of Angelo/Diablo.

Why is it that only some Bakugan can talk while the rest only let out animalistic? I kinda wish they all could talk, as well as not having duplicate bakugan with different elements.

The Vexos needed more backstories and didn't have to die. For a kids' show, this felt like a needlessly grim fate for them--and an annoying one if you grew up with the English dub, since they're just lost in another dimension rather than dead. It's Yu-Gi-Oh all over again--except the original and 5Ds had every right to be that dark. They could've just been imprisoned and we could've learned about more of them outside of Spectra and Gus. I really loved Lync and Alice, as well as Shadow and Mylene's chemistry, as well as the parallels between Volt and Baron.

Ingram's gender. This is more of a dub issue. To my understanding, Ingram is male, though in the dub, he was referred to as female for the first half of the anime with a female voice actor, and then male in the later half with a male voice actor. I'd be fine if he was NB or genderfluid, though if I had to pick between male and female, I'd prefer if he was male, given that Shun already had Skyress as a mother-figure, and Ingram could represent Shun's insecurities.

No one's gonna explain that moment between Drago and Percival in episode 26 of "New Vestroia"? That's the most surprising rivalry-turned-(almost) romance I've ever seen.

"Gundalion Invaders" was basically "New Vestroia" but with less interesting characters.

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Ha, look at this junk in OK magazine about this Harry & Meghan meets trashbin & Chris. Now they have a freakin therapist in on it saying they’re trying to get a close nit friend group in the US, which will include the racist and Chris. What f’n bull sh*t!!

https://okmagazine.com/p/meghan-markle-prince-harry-spent-time-chris-evans-alba-baptista/

Hello anon

It's somewhere out there so it's already been said but Harry and Meghan are two of the most papped people in the world Harry is a literal blood Prince of England (or Duke now? Not sure how the titles work) and they are always being followed by photographers everywhere they go

Getting a snap of this foursome would be worth a lot of money given how often Chris actually dodges the paps and stays out of view

Especially since there has not been a shot of "the couple" out in the wild ever that wasn't later proven to be an old shot that was organised prior

If there was photographic proof of them together it would have been used, it would be a shot of three very famous names and that's a much wider audience

It sounds to me like someone is desperately trying to piggyback off someone else again to get their name in the press but yet again it falls on the ears of the disinterested

Also it's Page Six

Tumblr has more legitimacy than they do

They're also not owned by some right wing media assholes

If they want me to start disabling their tags as well they are more than welcome to test my patience

Every hour on the hour, I'm a creative woman

🤍🪽✨

[mostlikelynothuman]

Heyy, I went thru your list of recs for Reveal Fics and loved it! I realised FF.net has a lot not on Ao3, but I genuenly don't know how to find stuff in there I wanna read ^^"

Do you have any Everlasting Trio Recommendations? I basically went thru everyone on Ao3 already but am not yet sated xD

Would be awesome, but if nit, that's also ok!

Thank you! 💜

I really don't, sorry.

The problem with FFN is that its search function really just kinda sucks. This is probably symptomatic of the fact that you can't tag fics on FFN, so you have to just cram as many related phrases as you can into the summary if you want someone looking for a specific type of fic to find it.

Everlasting trio has, at least as far as I'm aware as someone who doesn't keep up with ships, gained a lot more popularity in recent years. In the same time, the phandom has largely shifted to AO3 as its fanfiction site of choosing. Most of the Everlasting Trio fics are going to be there. You can search 'Everlasting Trio' on FFN, granting you a grand total of... three fics. There's almost certainly more out there, but you'd have to dig through the entire DP category to find them. As someone who generally doesn't read ship fics, I don't have any stored in my Super Secret Fic Collection™ either.

Sorry I can't be more help. Maybe some of my followers have recommendations?

[wawek]

Yayyyy @kwiatuszku tagged me to do put my "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and post 10 songs that come up thank youuu

This Is My House, This Is My Home - We Were Promised Jetpacks | from my friend playlist...I really like this album in general, every song is wonderful

SET DA GM - MC W1 (and many others) | crazy!!! Came across it on a post making fun of it but its sooo unique and has such a memorable sound. The mixing makes it sound like the instrumentals and vocals are switched in the function... reminder if how much art were nit privy to experience in this world just bc were at a loss as to where to look

T'inquiete pas - ZOMBIE-CHANG, Agar Agar | classicccc and one of my favs ever from zombie-chang. The music video is really fun too

IV. Sweatpants - Childish Gambino - also from an oc playlist, i used to listen to this album a lot in high school

Canto I - Le Loup | when its spring im always listening to le loup

When We Go, How We Go, pt.1 - Rock Plaza Central | from friend playlist and also just a favourite if mine from a great album... makes me cry so easily

Suck the Blood from My Wound - Ezra Furman | 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

My country - tune-yards | listened to it on loop leading up to the succession finale 🐕 tune yards always good

Outside of This Car, the End of the World - Le loup - prolly my fav from the album actually

Big Bird - AJJ | friend playlist... hes such an sjw sorry thats all i can think of while listening to his songs. Saying that as a cerified sjw

I didnt do it for a few days so i dont remember who already got tagged ahhh ill just do a short one @stmichaelthearchangel @frogwen and anyone who hasnt done it yet also..

[earthtourist]

a decade later, the millenial came running home

Probably the last thing I'd expect myself doing on a Saturday morning: having the most unsettling but exhilarating time re-entering Tumblr a decade later. My earliest memories of this platform was: feeling like a complete gangster using my ole MySpace "coding" skills. Filling my teenage void with angsty quotes. Getting a taste of early "edginess" before social media truly kicked off. A landscape where I could connect with other degenerates who felt alone in the world.

Lovingly enough, despite all the years, Tumblr has maintained its charm. A smaller, supportive, tight-nit community evolved for the better. Sure, it’s filled with some “out there” stuff that some may immediately close their screens on. (*see tip below if you find this bothersome). But the more I dive into it, the more I’ve realized that it’s sort of become Portland's-furry-sister of the internet. Not as formulaic and contrived as Instagram. A much younger demographic compared to Facebook. A raw-dog less sterile version of Medium. I won’t even bother with Twitter/TikTok/Snapchat… It’s sort of… A dreamscape… Or is? Will I find myself doomscrolling into the abyss? Who knows? Fuck it!

What brings me here today, and I’ll probably delve into this further. Is that I realized that the technology age has fragmented our memory and experiences. Every moment has a sense of value, meaning, and purpose in our lives. Whether it be thoughts, photos, songs, quotes, dreams, etc- they all have a place in our world. Even ones that we don’t deem significant at the time, affect and enrich how we interact with the world. Paying attention to otherwise minuet details in our lives fills our life, with not even purpose, but with more love and appreciation.

My hope, with my newfound utilization as a now-adult Millenial, is that I can find that angsty outlet that no other platforms allow us to be. On this blog/site/whatever, you'll find my collages, music finds, rants, and whatever realizations come to mind throughout the week~

*You can easily regulate the content you see by turn on/off certain filters, tags and triggers. Something that seems simple. But is shockingly respectful for a platform to provide for their users. Already, I’ve turned off “Tumblr Live” which seems like a sad progression to other platforms like TikTok, so I’m grateful that there’s flexibility with the interface.