#ll-underestimated-ll

[ventrue-in-control]

Fun Fact! Despite now being commonly known as 'Grafton Gully' that location of Auckland was once known as 'Cemetery Gully' to most residents and when the motorway extension was put through in the 50/60s over 4000 bodies had to be moved.

dear cousin! how is this a fun fact! this seems more like a gruesome horrible fact! also god the smell of that. I dont even wanna know.

anyways. hear me out. spring is coming. why dontcha wear some fucking yellow for once okay princey? I know u got some yellow. and I know folks are afraid of wearing that color but. PLEASE. wear some yellow.

also yes Im putting you in silly outfits and u cannot stop me <3 youre like one of the few who I know who would wear something like it. but also more casuaaal things

honestly u should just get like a cape with the embroidery on it. just cuz. capes are cool.

[honeygodfrey]

Hindsight is 50-50 or so they say. Or is it 20-20? Either way it wasn't worth it. It's hard to stand up straight tonight. You ever get caught in a situation like that?

brought a guy home last night and had to daysleep in my closet so he wouldn't wake up next to a corpse. 🫠

[bromineiscandy]

Pleading in ur inbox for the worst approximation of Leo u you can muster

[jujulebee]

@ll-underestimated-ll

[midnight-blue-blood]

@ll-underestimated-ll Good evening. I understand you are perhaps busy with your domain, but I have stumbled across a question that may fall within your history.

If you have a moment available over the next few nights I would appreciate a word.

[fancyratvanity]

Hm..... Maybe but I no longer see that being an issue. I'm just worried about everybody else now

.....Hey, it's just Bloem, right? There aren't people out there kidnapping ghouls right?

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Too Many Beds

main masterlist | supernatural masterlist 

summary: you want nothing more than an excuse to sleep next to dean again

pairing: (pre-s1/s1) dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.1k 

warnings: none really, language, bed sharing, kissing, mutual pining, idiots in love, brief mention of the death of reader’s dad

timeline: starts slightly before season one, ends near the beginning of season one

author’s note: a spin on the classic 'just one bed, what ever shall we do?' trope lol

You’d known Dean all your life, practically. You met him when you were six and he was eight; two lonely little kids stuck with absent (job-driven) fathers and baby brothers you felt responsible for. Over the course of the last eighteen-or-so years you ran into the Winchesters during hunts enough that you considered them family. 

When Sam left for college you were there for Dean and when you lost your dad in a hunting accident Dean was there for you. He actually stayed with you, not wanting you to hunt alone since your brother was off at college too.

So, for the last six months you’d been hunting with Dean (who hadn’t spoken to Sam for over a year).

“One room, two queens,” Dean said to the woman behind the counter, placing “his” credit card on the space between them before sliding it toward her.

“We’re all booked up I’m afraid,” she said.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I was actually about to turn on the no vacancy sign.”

“This is the third motel we’ve been to,” you said, “every one of them has been full—you’ve gotta have something!”

“I mean, there’s technically one room left but the heater’s out and my boss said not to let anyone sleep there because of that.”

There was a silent pause; you and Dean shared a knowing look.

“We’ll pay in cash, your boss ‘ll never know,” you told the woman. She smiled and nodded as you paid her with cash. 

“Room 209, my boss gets here at ten tomorrow morning so please leave before then.” She handed you the key and you nodded in thanks.

You had underestimated just how cold the room could be, but when you unlocked and opened the door you understood why the owner didn’t want anyone staying here.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean mumbled, following you into the room and feeling the cold air. “We’re gonna freeze our asses off in here!” he quickly closed the door behind him, hoping the icy air hadn’t swept any snow into the room.

“It’s either this or we sleep in the Impala,” you shrugged, “and, no offense to your car, but it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“And there’s only one bed,” Dean sighed.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you told him, ignoring his complaints. 

**

“Are you shivering or crying?” Dean asked.

You rolled over so you could meet his stare; “Shivering! It’s fuckin’ cold in here!”

“You wanna…cuddle up, maybe?” he asked hesitantly.

“Excuse me?” you laughed a little.

“Look, I’m not thrilled about it either, but it’s cold in here and unless we both wanna catch fucking pneumonia we better be smart and share body heat.”

You sighed, weighing your options; “Fine. But we never, and I mean never speak of this again, you hear me?”

“Understood.” He nodded.

You rolled back over as he scooted closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into his chest.

“This okay?” he asked quietly, his lips ghosting the back of your head.

“Yeah,” you mumbled back. “Thank you, Dean.”

**

You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring loudly. You were used to his snores, sure, but he’d never been this close. He was laying on his stomach and resting on your chest; his mouth open and his hair tickling your neck. Your first reaction was annoyance but then it quickly washed away as you realized you didn’t want to move a muscle, so Dean could continue sleeping. 

And the more you laid there, listening to his snores, the more you realized how comfortable you were…even in such a physically uncomfortable situation. 

As the time passed and the sun began to rise, you cursed the light that was slowly but surely peeking through the curtain and onto Dean’s face. 

“Morning,” he mumbled to you as he lifted his head up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand before wiping his mouth. “Sorry,” he chuckled, noticing the small spot on your gray sweater dampened with his drool.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled back. “I think it’s your sweater anyway.”

“I thought it looked familiar.”

He rolled off of you and out of bed. 

You watched as he padded across the dirty carpet and over to the small kitchen. He turned on the coffee maker and the loud, off putting grinding noise made his face scrunch before he quickly shut off the (definitely broken) machine.

“So much for coffee,” he grumbled. “You gonna sit there all morning or you wanna get outta here? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”

“I’m getting up,” you replied. You would usually be annoyed at him for rushing you to wake up, but this time the annoyance was…different. Something about his bedhead, the way his lips were pouting over the lack of caffeine, and how he looked in his brown Henley and baggy sweats just made you wanna hold him again. All you wanted was to pull him back into bed with you and hold him in your arms forever.

**

You were beyond frustrated at this point. How many stupid fucking hotels had to have vacant rooms with two beds and a functional heating system!? 

It had been nearly six months since you and Dean shared a bed and you had been looking for an excuse to sleep next to him ever since. 

But the last couple weeks had been different—Sammy was back. Yes, you loved Sam like a brother, but you missed getting to be alone with Dean. You missed sitting shotgun in the Impala and watching him drive.

Sam definitely noticed the way you looked at Dean, but the younger Winchester didn’t say a word. Without being too obvious about it, he tried to do little things that would let you be close to his brother. He’d sit in a certain chair or part of the couch so that you and Dean had no choice but to sit together. Or he’d make some lame excuse so that he got his own room while you and Dean had to share. “I need to do some more research and I need the light, why don’t you two just sleep in the other room?” for example. 

**

“Two rooms, please,” Dean said, reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.

“Unfortunately we’ve only got one room left,” the cashier replied. 

You almost couldn’t believe your ears, fucking finally!

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you faked your best frustrated look, of course Sam saw right through that.

“Well, I am not sharing with either or you,” he said with a teasing smile. 

“There’s actually a pullout couch in that room, as luck would have it,” the cashier informed the three of you. 

God fucking damn it, you thought to yourself.

**

It was barely after two when you felt the bed behind you dip, and you shook yourself awake. 

“The hell?” you asked, still half asleep.

“The pullout couch isn’t working,” Dean mumbled quietly. “You mind sharing with me?”

You smiled a little and scooted closer into his arms, indicating you were okay with him sleeping next to you.

“Of course I don’t mind sharing with you,” you whispered and his grip tightened.

**

“I’m gonna go get breakfast,” Sam announced. “I’m assuming you want your usual?”

Dean put his right pointer finger to his lips and furrowed his brows angrily. He gestured to you as you slept and Sam got the message. 

“Usual is good,” Dean whispered before Sam left.

Dean stayed laying perfectly still as you slept on his chest, soft snores escaping your lips and to Dean they were the sweetest sound. 

As you stirred awake slowly, he rubbed your back a little.

“Morning,” you mumbled, a small smile on your lips. “Where’s Sam?”

“He went to grab breakfast,” Dean told you. 

You furrowed your brows as you sat up, looked across the room, and realized something; “The pullout bed looks fine? I thought you said it wasn’t working?” You turned back to Dean, who had a sheepish grin growing on his lips.

“So…maybe I’ve just been looking for an excuse to sleep next to you again. Like we did back in that motel when the heat was out.”

“Really?” You attempted to hide the smile trying to find its way onto your face. 

“When we were checking in last night I noticed how your face lit up when they said there was only one room left,” Dean admitted. “And I saw that disappointed look you made when they said there was a pullout couch. So, am I wrong, or have you been wanting an excuse too?”

“I really liked sleeping next to you that night,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “And you’re right, I have been hoping for another ‘oh no just one bed, guess we’ll have to share’ situation but…”

“But what?” Dean asked when you trailed off. You looked down at him. 

“Dean, you and Sam have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. I mean, Bobby practically raised all three of us and my actual brother as siblings! Your dad and my dad knew each other basically forever and I guess…I guess I figured our lives are too entangled for anything to ever actually happen between us. We’re family.”

“Chosen family, Y/n.” Dean smiled softly. “Doesn’t mean you have to be my chosen sister, you could be my chosen…you know…” 

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his full lips. 

“That,” Dean finished his previous statement. 

“Let’s just keep this between us for now, okay?” you suggested. “If Sam finds out, then your dad will find out, and he’ll immediately tell my brother, then before we know it Bobby—”

“I get the picture, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled before kissing you again. He put his hands on your cheeks as he sat up. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs now straddling his hips. His hands moved to your shoulders then trailed down to your lower back as yours went into his hair. You pulled away from him after a moment, huge smiles on both your faces.

You looked into his eyes, his truly beautiful eyes, and you bit your bottom lip ever so slightly. Your right hand rested on his left cheek, your thumb stroking his skin lovingly. 

“You’re awesome, Dean Winchester,” you whispered. 

“You’re fuckin’ incredible,” he replied before he kissed you again. “And gorgeous, too,” he added. “You know how fuckin’ annoying it’s been, sleeping without you every night since that one time?”

“I do know, Dean, I’ve been just as annoyed about it.”

Dean kissed you one more time before he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, tucking his head into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him too, pressing your lips to his temple.

You pulled out of the hug so you could once again look at his face. Resting your forehead on his, you smiled before you kissed him again. 

“Breakfast,” Sam called out as he opened the door, “is served!”

You and Dean froze for a split second before you hurried off of him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Sam said, “did I interrupt you two?”

“What?” you scoffed. “Of course not!”

“Interrupt? There’s nothing to interrupt?” Dean added.

“Oh…wow you two are fast,” Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the kitchen before putting the food down. “Well, pancakes, eggs, and bacon from the continental breakfast.” He gestured to the food now on the table. “Hope you’re hungry.”

As Sam sat down to eat, you looked at Dean anxiously. Say something you begged him with your eyes.

“Sammy,” Dean started as he got out of bed, “would you mind uh…not telling dad? About me and Y/n…kissing just now? When we find him, I mean.”

“Dad’s never really been invested in your love life, but he’s not an idiot,” Sam laughed. 

“So…you are gonna tell him?” Dean furrowed his brows in frustration.

“Dean, he knows you two are together, it’s not some big secret?” Sam replied, shoveling more food into his mouth. “Damn that’s good.”

“Okay, just hold on—what?” Dean asked. “What do you mean dad knows? There’s been nothing to know since like four minutes ago?”

“Wait,” Sam stopped eating and fully turned to face you and his brother, “are you trying to tell me this is the first time you two have kissed?” Sam furrowed his brows deeply as you and Dean both nodded. “So…never in high school?” You shook your heads again. “That prom we crashed?”

“Sam you were there the whole time? When would we have kissed?” you asked.

“Huh,” Sam let out a laugh. “I genuinely thought you two had been a thing since like… ‘98.”

“What!?” you and Dean exclaimed in unison.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER (day 3)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader - dirty talk

summary: natasha made a mess while carving pumpkins and you did too

warning: flirting, teasing, dirty talk, a bit of a porn plot

word count: 2k

an: ugh i have such a writing block these last days, especially with smut:(( hope you´ll like this one!

You and Natasha are in the kitchen, surrounded by pumpkins, carving tools, and a few snacks. The atmosphere is light and cozy, with soft music playing in the background. Natasha has a determined look, taking her pumpkin carving seriously, while you are more focused on having fun.

You start carving your pumpkins together, chatting about your designs. “Nat, I’m going for the classic scary face. What about you?”

“I’m thinking something more intricate. Maybe a spider web?” she replies, her focus sharp as ever.

You admire how her hands glide over the pumpkin. She smiles softly when you compliment her skills, making your heart skip a beat. You’re not the best at carving, but Natasha is patient, even showing you the best way to cut the top off. “Like this?” you ask, after her demonstration.

“Perfect,” she grins, her eyes flicking up to meet yours.

The lightness between you two is full of laughter, smiles, and the smell of fresh pumpkin. Things start to get a bit more playful when you’re scooping out the insides of the pumpkin. Natasha hands you a spoon and says, “You need to dig deeper to get everything out,” she advises, showing you how to scoop.

You pause, the double meaning not lost on you, and glance over at her with a mischievous smirk. “Deeper, huh? Got it.” You make sure to draw out the word, giving her a pointed look.

Natasha raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, though you notice the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. You keep teasing. “What if I can't get it all? Maybe I need some help… I’m sure you’ve got more experience with this.”

She laughs, shaking her head as if she’s used to your antics. But she plays along, leaning in just slightly. “I could help… but then you’d miss out on all the fun of doing it yourself,” she flirts back, her voice dropping just a little, playful but smooth.

As you carve, the suggestive comments keep flowing, Natasha remarks, “Don’t be afraid to make it bigger, sometimes you just have to really push through.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m not afraid of making it bigger.” You notice how she watches you, her smile widening at your boldness. There's a shared moment of tension, but it’s still lighthearted, the air thickening as you both push the boundaries a little more.

Natasha finally wipes her hands on a towel, standing closer to you as she looks down at your half-carved pumpkin. “You’re getting good at this. I might have to start coming to you for help,” she says, the flirtation clear now.

You smirk, looking up at her. “Oh, I’m always happy to lend a hand… or two, if you need it.”

You’re feeling pretty smug, pushing Natasha’s buttons with your cheeky comments, enjoying the way her eyes darken just a bit more with each tease. But as the playful chat escalates, you realize you may have underestimated your girlfriend.

After your last remark about lending her a hand, Natasha steps closer. The space between you feels smaller now, her presence more intense. She leans over, pretending to inspect your pumpkin, her arm brushing against yours, the contact sparking something that has your breath catching.

“You know,” she murmurs, her voice low and smooth, “for someone who talks such a big game, you’re looking a little… flustered.”

Your confidence wavers for the first time, the bold, flirty front you’ve been putting up starting to crack under her closeness. You can feel her body heat, her arm pressing just a little firmer against yours, and suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of everything about her—her scent, her breath, her fingers barely grazing your wrist as she reaches for the spoon again.

“Flustered? Pfft, no way,” you try to laugh it off, but it comes out shakier than you intended. She notices, of course.

“Oh?” Natasha's voice is laced with amusement now. She picks up the spoon again, leaning even closer as she digs into the pumpkin, her arm brushing your shoulder. “You were so bold a second ago… what happened? Did I say something to make you nervous?”

Her words are soft, but the intent behind them is clear. Your heart races. You can’t tell if it’s because of the closeness or the way her fingers seem to linger on your arm just a bit too long. You feel your face heat up, and the teasing confidence you had a moment ago evaporates.

“N-no, I’m fine,” you stammer, but Natasha’s smirk tells you she doesn’t believe a word of it.

“Mmm, I don’t know… you seem a little quiet all of a sudden. Where’s all that sass gone?” Her voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it that has you swallowing hard.

You fumble with your spoon, trying to focus on your pumpkin, but Natasha’s hand suddenly covers yours, guiding it. Her touch is firm but gentle, and you realize how shaky your own hand has become. She leans in, her lips dangerously close to your ear.

“Deeper,” she whispers again, this time her voice lower, more intimate. The word sends a shiver down your spine, and you nearly drop the spoon.

Her breath brushes against your neck, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You can’t think of anything to say, all the bratty confidence you’d had melting under the intensity of her attention. “What’s wrong?” she asks, her tone teasing but soft, like she’s genuinely enjoying watching you unravel. “You’re not backing down already, are you?”

You try to regain control, but Natasha’s hand lingers on yours, and she shifts just a little closer, her body now pressing lightly against yours as she leans forward to inspect the pumpkin. Her proximity is overwhelming, and you can feel the heat from her body seeping into yours, making it harder to concentrate.

“I-I’m not backing down,” you manage to say, but your voice is quieter, less sure. You hate how easily she’s turning the tables on you, but the way her fingers lightly trace patterns on your skin makes it hard to think straight.

Natasha chuckles, and you can feel the vibration of her laughter against your shoulder. She straightens up but doesn’t move away. Instead, she tilts your chin up with her finger, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“Are you sure about that?” she asks, her eyes locked on yours. The intensity of her gaze makes your pulse quicken, and for a second, you forget how to breathe.

You nod, but it’s clear you’re no longer in control of the situation. Natasha’s lips curl into a smirk, and she leans in, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, “Good. Because I like it when you squirm.”

Her words send a jolt of electricity through you. You’re not sure if it’s her touch, her voice, or the way she’s looking at you like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

And she knows it really well.

You’re still trying to gather yourself when Natasha takes the spoon from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours in a way that makes your heart skip. She looks at the pumpkin, then back at you with a glint in her eyes, the playful energy between you two thickening.

“You’re struggling with this, huh?” she teases, holding the spoon as if she’s still considering whether it’ll do the job.

“I’ve got it,” you protest weakly, but your voice isn’t convincing—especially not with the way your pulse is racing.

Natasha tilts her head, watching you for a moment before slowly shaking her head. “I don’t think this spoon is going to cut it,” she says, her voice low. She tosses the spoon aside, the soft clink barely registering in your mind. “Sometimes, you just have to get in there with your hands, really dig deep to get what you want.”

Your breath hitches as she grabs your hand, pulling it toward the pumpkin. Her fingers wrap around yours, warm and strong, and you feel her body shift even closer until her chest is lightly pressed against your back. The contact is intoxicating, her presence swallowing you up. She leans down, her lips hovering just over your ear.

“Don’t be shy,” she whispers, her voice sultry. “You were so eager to get in deep, weren’t you?”

The teasing tone sends a shiver through you, and you nod without thinking, too distracted by the way her breath feels hot against your skin. Natasha's fingers tighten around yours as she guides your hand into the pumpkin, her body pressing closer.

“Like this,” she murmurs, her lips brushing your ear. Her hand covers yours as you both reach into the hollowed pumpkin. The sensation of the cool, squishy insides mixes with the heat of her touch, making it hard to focus on anything but the feel of her against you.

She chuckles softly when she feels your hand tremble under hers. “Getting messy already?” she teases, her voice like velvet. “I told you, you’ve got to get all the way in… can’t just half-ass it.”

You swallow hard, trying to keep up with her banter, but it’s impossible to think clearly when she’s this close. Natasha slowly pulls your hand deeper into the pumpkin, her breath now warm on your neck.

“You need to scoop it all out,” she whispers, her lips grazing your skin as she speaks. “Get every last bit. Can’t leave anything behind, right?” There’s a clear double meaning in her words, and it’s not lost on you. The tension is unbearable, but somehow thrilling.

You try to respond, but your voice fails you, caught in your throat as her fingers slide over yours, helping you scoop out more of the pumpkin’s insides. Your breathing is shaky, and Natasha's grip tightens as she senses your hesitation.

“What’s wrong? Not so confident now, are you?” Her voice is teasing but hushed, like a secret only the two of you share. “You know, I love seeing you like this… so quiet, so obedient. It’s a nice change from all that sass earlier.”

You try to say something - anything, but all that comes out is a shaky breath. Natasha’s chuckle is low, the sound vibrating against your back.

“That’s what I thought,” she whispers, her lips just grazing your ear again. “All that talk, and now look at you… completely at my mercy.”

You feel her hand shift slightly, her fingers curling tighter around yours as you both pull a handful of pumpkin guts from the inside. The squelching sound fills the silence, but all you can focus on is how close she is, how her lips are almost brushing against your skin.

Natasha pulls your hand out of the pumpkin, still holding it in hers, the sticky pumpkin innards clinging to your fingers. She leans in even closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “See? Isn’t it better when you just let me take control?”

Your heart pounds, and you can’t help but nod. She smirks, obviously pleased with your reaction, and gently squeezes your hand, letting the pumpkin flesh fall to the table.

“You’re such a mess,” she murmurs, her voice a tantalizing mix of teasing and affection. “But I like it. You’re cute when you squirm.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the rush of nervous energy that’s overtaken you. Natasha turns your hand over in hers, inspecting the sticky mess on your fingers with a thoughtful look.

“Guess we’ll have to clean this up, huh?” she muses, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. The smirk that spreads across her lips is wicked, and you know she’s not just talking about the pumpkin. She´s talking about the mess between your legs too.

Her thumb brushes over your knuckles, her touch sending another wave of heat through you. She leans in, her breath once again warm on your neck as she whispers, “Next time, maybe we can skip the pumpkins… and just get messy with each other.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and before you can even think of a response, she presses a soft kiss just below your ear, the contact so light, but enough to make your knees go weak.

In the end, it wasn’t just the pumpkins Natasha worked her hands through.

Thank you for reading!

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

Meetings in Solitude

Shigaraki x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: suggestive/spicy, mdni, faerie witch reader, vampire!shigaraki, he briefly picks her up (vampire strength?)

Autumn Festival 2024

Wordcount: 1k+

The earth was warm, yet already smelled like autumn when you passed the trees; carefully, like a ghost gracing the place. The air was calm but for a gentle breeze carrying the smell of mint. You made a mental note to look for the herbs on your way back.

The hem of your dress fluttered around your ankles as you stepped over flowers and tree trunks, humming a quiet little tune under your breath. The sun fell golden unto the earth.

The basket you held closely was already filled to the brim with wildflowers, however, the medicinal plants you had originally set out to collect had still not been added. And yet, with not a single care in the world you skipped through the forest, unaware of the monsters lurking close by.

He noticed you first. Although he wasn´t even trying to conceal his presence, you seemed so deep in your daydream that you had left yourself completely vulnerable. His tongue slowly traced his sharp canines, and his head tilted to the side. Intrigued, he watched you hum to yourself as you picked some forget-me-nots here and plopped a wild strawberry into your mouth there. Oh. His eyes zeroed in on your lips now tinted in pink, fruity gloss. He was certain it would taste just as sweet as you looked.

“I´ve heard fairies were a bit naïve, always with their head in the clouds, but you really are making it easy to hunt you down,” he finally spoke up, but regretted it the moment you looked up, eyes widened in surprise and lips parted. His heart skipped a beat. You looked like one of those deer Dabi loved to play with. “I mean-“

“Ah-“ You both started at the same time. He blushed and fell quiet, so you decided to go first:

“What would I even be afraid of?” You laid your head to the side, watching him with soft, albeit challenging eyes. “A vampire isn´t enough to scare a witch, you know?”

He stared at you. “You´re a witch?” he spluttered. You laughed and set down your basket to walk up to him. He shied away from your gaze, nervously looking around. Soft fingers suddenly brushing his chin made him stop. Gently, you turned his face back towards you.

“Do you not think us faeries have grown used to being underestimated and thus hunted down by wolves or raptors…or vampires?”

He gulped. Thank god the other two weren´t here with him. Touya would have probably taken it as a challenge and Keigo would most likely have to nurse another case of heartbreak for the following weeks. Especially the latter he could really do without; the last time had been bad enough already.

You didn´t even flinch when he suddenly appeared behind you. Shit, he was sure you even bared your neck for him. Your smell – so unbelievably sweet – hit him unexpectedly, he couldn´t prevent the whine breaking from his chest. Only a second later he flinched back. You, however, only chuckled.

“Is it the blood or the spell that enchanted you so?”

He couldn´t tell, but he swore the soft fragrance that came right after the sweet smell of your fruity body wash had ebbed down was what drew him in. You smelt absolutely perfect, he realised with a start. Your hand shot out to hold his sleeve in your grasp and stop him from moving even farther away. Warily, he met your gaze again. His mouth dried when he saw hurt glimmer in your eyes.

“What,” it came out breathily.

“Don´t leave,” you pleaded, quietly. “I´ll stop teasing, I��m sorry.”

Inwardly, he groaned. You would definitely cause some problems for him.

You were far more docile than he had thought you after your original meeting – as faerie-like as he had believed you to be at first sight.

He enjoyed visiting you at night with the metallic smell of blood still clinging to him. Quietly, he would come up behind you and circle your waist with his arms, feeling you flinch against him as he pressed you close to his chest. Only after letting his face fall and rest in the crook of your neck to get a whiff of you, he gently turned you around and pressed a kiss to your lips.

He especially enjoyed it when you deepened the kiss even though remnants of blood still clung unto his tongue. The little moans you let out regardless – or because of? – made him shudder every time. Tonight was such a night.

But far too soon for his liking you ended the kiss, eyes wide yet sinful as you looked up at him, before choosing to nuzzle into his neck. He let out a grunt and let his fingers card through your hair, eliciting a comfortable hum from you. Smiling, you cuddled deeper into his hold, as if trying to merge with him.

Tenko decided to ignore the tightness in his pants at your cute display of affection and picked you up. Apparently, you preferred the position, all but purring and squeezing his body with both arms and legs. He chuckled when you whined as he set you down on your bed.

Oh, how he adored your bed. The sheets were soft, pastel-coloured cotton and had a homely feel to them – nothing like the cold red satin at his parent's house. He sighed, letting himself fall next to you. Immediately, you turned over to partly lay on top of him, pressing your face into the juncture of his neck again. He groaned and flicked your temple, but didn´t make a move to peel you away.

“C´mon, baby, I know you´re tired,” he murmured, patting your head to help you settle, but you kept on nibbling at his soft skin. He sighed and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your forehead; a soft whine escaped you when he tugged you away from his neck to do so.

“Kiss me?” you asked, lashes fluttering against his chin. Careful not to hurt you, he lifted you up and set you down to properly lay on his chest, nose to nose. Gently, you rolled your hips against his and he had to force himself not to moan loudly at the feeling. He frowned a little at the giggle you let out and lightly tugged at your hair to chastise you. But you only cradled his cheek with your soft hands and lowered yourself to capture his lips in an all-encompassing kiss. He groaned into your mouth, grasping at your night dress, twitching fingers trying to slip it off.

Maybe you were right, and sleep could wait. After all, he was dying to sink his teeth into you, the sweetest blood slowly filling his mouth and coating his tongue the prettiest shade of red.

[jujulebee]

#I have never done anything wrong in my entire unlife

i believe that!

You heard it here first.

[ventrue-in-control]

eavesdrop (gang member of your choice)

Leo is like a prince that doesnt matter. besides like relations and clan bs whatever leo does over there in Auckland will not affect us here. like. at all. unless he goes all uppity and makes a big deal with the clan but beyond that who cares.

now Fish, thats a guy who matters a lot more. altho he fell off just a bit if you ask me. Its possible I met him maybe when I was like young? but he's a cool legend. whats mostly useful bout him is that he probably knows London as good as any nos. but he's actually fun to talk to. if you ever need like info on the city just ask fish. he chill.

ignore all of his friends tho. theyre stinky. in a bad way.

[lila-lou]

✨It’s official✨

Summary: You and Soldier Boy attend the opening of the new Vought tower

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, Soldier boy being too rough

Word Count: 2000

A/N: This is basically what happened before "I'm yours"

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You were currently standing in front of the large mirror in your apartment, looking at your reflection. Sighing, you ran your hand through your neatly curled hair as your mind continued to wander. To say you were nervous was a huge understatement. As you desperately tried to calm your nerves, you heard a loud rustling noise coming from the bathroom behind you. If you weren't too preoccupied with your fading nerves, you might have asked if Ben was okay. But he's superhuman, so what could happen to him? And even if something were to happen, how much could you do about?

“Fuck”, you whispered, stretching your arms out. "Get your shit together!", you said to yourself, touching your hot forehead.

Your bottom lip was bright red and swollen by now, since you couldn't stop biting it out of nervousness. No matter how hard you tried, your heart just wouldn't stop racing. In fact, if you didn't know better, you would have thought it was going to jump out of your chest at any moment.

“The fuck is your problem?”.

You suddenly heard Ben’s voice right next to your ear, making you jump. “Your heartbeat is louder than my fucking razor”, he murmured after resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping both arms around your waist. So far, Ben was still busy getting ready for tonight, but your racing heart distracted him. He looked at you in the mirror and watched as your shoulders slowly sank and you began to relax a little in his arms.

“Stop it”, he admonished you with a low growl and roughly pulled your bottom lip out of your teeth with his thumb. “You have no idea, how much I would love to rip that tight dress off your body instead of subjecting you to those lewd looks tonight”.

His lips traveled from your ear, down your neck, to your bare shoulder. “I’m beyond psyched, Ben”. Your voice was barely louder than a breath as you placed your hands on his arms that were wrapped around you.

“Well, I can fucking tell. But why?”, he rolled his eyes, forgetting the reflection of the two of you in the mirror that you’re still standing in front of. "I´ve seen that!", you grumbled, to which he responded with a shit-eating grin and a shrug. You whined, letting your head fall against your boyfriend and closing your eyes.

Ben was by no means a man of big words and even less of big feelings, but when it came to you, he did his best to act like a normal person. “What’s wrong?”, he sighed and hugged your waist even tighter. “What if I´ll embarrass you? What if the media tears me apart? This world is new territory for me... I don't know how to answer when I'm interviewed... No idea how to look beautiful and skinny in pictures... My-”.

Ben interrupted you by turning you around in his arms and loosening his grip so you could easily look up at him. His beard was a little shorter than usual and the contours were even more tidily. Your eyes traveled from his neatly styled hair to his simple black suit. Of course, he had decided against the tie you bought and instead just unbuttoned his white shirt a little. He had to change into his supe suit later that night, but for the opening he had to wear a more formal outfit.

“Look at me”, he ordered, but you did the opposite and looked at the floor between you, making him roll his eyes again. “I said look at me”, he grabbed your jaw in his large hand and roughly pushed your face up so that you had to look at him. Ben didn't mean to be rough, at least not all the time, but he vastly underestimated his strength. Especially when it came to touching you. This often resulted in you waking up with bruises after long, intense nights. You didn't mind, in fact you liked being manhandled, but in moments when he should be comforting you, reassuring you and just being gentle with you, it was completely inappropriate. "You're hurting me!", you hissed, hitting his strong chest lightly with your small fist, which only hurt you.

Ben pressed his lips together and released your chin. “That wasn’t my intention”, he grumbled. It was the closest thing to an apology you´ll get, that's for sure.

“(y/n), you look fucking hot. Stunning. You will be the most beautiful woman of the evening. You understand me?”. He tilted his head and smiled slightly. “You’re Soldier Boy’s girlfriend. No one will dare say anything negative about you because they know they’ll be dead if they do”. Ben pressed his lips to yours before pinching your ass with one hand. “Now go put your heels on”, he grinned against your lips.

Less than thirty minutes later, your driver pulled up in front of the new Vought Tower.

You were amazed when you caught a glimpse of it. This time the architects had outdone themselves. “That’s me”, Ben whispered proudly in your ear, pointing his index finger at the 16-foot-tall statue in the middle of the turning hammer in front of the main entrance. “Hard to miss”, you smiled, squeezing his hand tightly as you saw all the paparazzi and reporters already gathered on the red carpet leading to the main entrance.

The car parked at the beginning of the carpet where everyone else was already waiting.

“Finally!”, Butcher grumbled as Hughie and Annie looked expectantly at your car. “You think (y/n) will be with him?”, Hughie leaned towards his girlfriend and furrowed his eyebrows doubtfully. "Huh...I hope not", Annie replied slightly worried. Since the car's windows were tinted, the two could only speculate.

“You´ll handle this perfectly fucking fine”, Ben whispered in your ear before placing a long kiss on your temple. He knew how difficult this appearance was for you. The two of you had been together for months, albeit indefinitely, but today was your first public appearance. Rumors had been circulating for weeks that Soldier Boy was spoken for, but Ben had not publicly commented on the matter. After the Crimson Countess thing, he wanted to take things a little slower with you, especially since you were just human and inexperienced. He didn't want to put a target on your back until he was sure that you were somehow able to withstand the pressure and danger.

A few seconds later, the driver opened your door. Ben got out first, and amid the flashes of paparazzi and screams of fans, he wore his typical emotionless look. He still loved to be idolized. However, when Ben held out his hand for you, which you gladly took to gracefully step out of the car, a murmur went through the crowd.

You could hear fans and reporters starting to whisper, which made your heart pound and your nerves rise again. Ben sighed when he heard your increased heartbeat again. His hand let go of yours and before you could even look at him questioningly, he wrapped his arm around your waist. His grip was firm and assertive because he knew it always relaxed you a little. “I got you”, he murmured before giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head.

By now it was clear to everyone present that Soldier Boy was indeed no longer single. With you in his arm, Ben walked towards the entrance. Unlike you, he enjoyed the attention to the fullest. While you were blinded by the flashes of many cameras, reporters and fans kept shouting questions at you. You tried your best to give everyone an apologetic smile as you passed. Without him and his protective grip on your body, you would have collapsed long ago.

It wasn't until the two of you reached the entrance that you stopped to answer questions. Well, Ben was answering questions, you just stood there and smiled. In the meantime, the rest of the team came and fed the reporters with answers and smiles.

“Soldier Boy, who is your beautiful companion tonight?”. A blonde reporter has now caught your attention. With slightly red cheeks, you looked up at your boyfriend, who was still holding you tightly in his arm. “This is (y/n). My woman”, he answered firmly without making a face.

"Oh congratulations. (y/n), would you like to show the world a demonstration of your powers?". Her voice was almost a little disappointed when there was finally official confirmation that Soldier Boy was off the market. You cleared your throat to answer, but before you could say your first word, Ben interrupted you. “No, she doesn’t”, he said short and strict, squeezing your waist to show you to keep walking. “Sorry”, you mumbled quietly and look down as Ben pushes you firmly through the large front door.

“Don’t fucking apologize”, he growled.

As you stood in the elevator, you took a deep breath before looking at Ben, who was bracing himself on the handle with both hands behind his back and met your gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong, doll. I just don't want to show you this vulnerable. Nobody has to know that you're not a supe… yet", he smiled slightly. Ben was worried about you. 24/7 and you knew it. He showed you sometimes. Mostly by being massively possessive, not leaving your side and almost always putting an arm around you as soon as you leave the house, but unfortunately telling you about his feelings for you was definitely not his thing. “Thank you”, you returned his smile softly.

“You can show your gratitude later tonight”, he grinned and winked at you.

About an hour later you found yourself on Ben's lap. He held your body close to him and wrapped his right arm around your waist as he spoke to the President of the United States of America. He didn't care what others thought of him, especially since he always got his way anyway.

"That's a fucking smart plan", Ben raised his other hand in appreciation before raising it to his mouth to take a long drag on his joint. "Perfect. So it's settled", the President nodded to him before getting up to look after Annie and Maggie.

“That really necessary?”, you whispered, pointing at the two of you. Your sitting position was actually a bit uncomfortable given the situation and the important people around you. “I told you I was going to show you off. Stop complaining”, he blew the smoke out of his mouth.

The evening dragged on and your feet started to hurt from standing in heels that were way too high. “I’m going to sit down for a few minutes”, you told your boyfriend after a while, who nodded briefly and released you from his arm. His eyes followed you until Butcher ran into him along with the Vice President and the Mayor to start a conversation about their plans.

"So, you're Soldier Boy's newest toy?", A-Train sank onto the bench next to you as you adjusted your heels.

“A-Train”, you remarked, somewhat unimpressed.

You only knew him by hearing and hadn't met him in person until now. “Reggie is fine”, he waved off, grinning.

One thing led to another and you didn't realize until much too late how well you and A-Train actually got along. He was a funny guy and made you laugh a lot. However, when you finally looked up, your eyes immediately met Ben's. A shiver ran down your spine when you saw his cold expression. You knew this look and didn't like it at all.

“Uh-oh”, you whispered and your breath hitched.

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-> I`m yours (Part 2) 18+ only!

[cthonic-bunny]

hay what do you think of 8h stellium in a composite chart??

If this relationship ends, you will probably never be the same. You two are transformed into two unrecognizable people as a result of the lessons you learn from one another. Your shadow sides can deeply resonate with one another. You two get a lot out of your private time with one another. You can just sense what the other person needs and wants on a primal level. You never want anything to happen to them. They are your most prized possession, one that no amount of money can buy. I feel like there is a higher chance of codependency with this set-up. You two might feel like a shell of a person when you’re without the other. You two have an immediate agreement that this relationship is not to be taken lightly. “We either merge completely or you leave me alone.” You two might have your finances become completely entangled if you don’t monitor this enough. You can become addicted to one another’s energy. You want to possess them mind, body, and soul. If there were more than just mind, body, and soul, you’ll want to possess that too. You guys will never hesitate to share with one another. “What is mine is always yours.” You two construct your own void to escape in to, a cave that can only be roamed by one another. The sex here can be transformative and bring about changes in your perception of pleasure. You guys might dabble in kinks you once were hesitant to explore with others. Once you two can fully give yourselves to one another sexually and let loose, the sex can be extremely vulnerable and beautiful. You will find it difficult to leave one another even when issues pop their head in. If toxicity begins to control the reigns of your relationship, get ready for the uncontrollable tears, screaming, destruction, and exposure of all your ugly sides. You will shoot to k*ll. Saying the most horrendous things to one another, getting into their psyche, and then still feeling like you are unable to leave despite your resentment and disgust can be a possibility with too much 8H influence playing out in a dynamic. Breaking up feels like you can be preparing to mourn a real death. Just know that you can take the lessons you’ve learned and take on a fresh, healthier approach to life once you’ve moved on. Do not encourage toxicity in anyway because it can get out of hand and it won’t be “cute” or “sexy.” Your safety and wellbeing matters, and you do not need to compromise it to keep anyone around. On a more positive note, I feel like you two can share a lot of interests or have parts of yourselves you only feel comfortable revealing to the other. I feel like you can confide in one another and share secrets you don’t feel like you can tell others. This is another match that wouldn’t be phased by period sex. I feel like 8H relationships can be apt to get each others names tattooed. When you two are not together, I think you can easily find things to remind you of your partner. “I look for you in everything.” You two can really get each other the most wonderful sentimental gifts. I feel like people underestimate how great Scorpionic energy can be when it comes to giving gifts. They know what screams “you,” because they’ve made the time and effort to psychoanalyze you. You want to know what makes the other “tick.” You are keenly aware of any shift in the other persons mood, and want to right it immediately. You can dive deep into each others brains and work passed any trauma you may have. You two can experience infinite deaths and rebirths by being together. This couple could feel like their partner is the only one who truly “sees” them and understands them on a deep level. “You are the light at the end of this dark tunnel.” If the other one hurts you or acts out of malice, this will feel like they legitimately tore your heart out of your chest. Any sort of betrayal is extra hurtful, and can lead to irreconcilable differences. “I’ll never forget what you did to me, even if I’ve forgiven you.” I feel like these two can become more antisocial once they are together.

“I’d live off the grid with you.” (Funny enough, I wrote this sentence in January of 2024; in March of 2024, i reconnected with someone I have an 8H composite stellium with, and within the first day of reconnecting he made this joke to me lol)

[jujulebee]

So you might find yourself on the taller side, rather than myself - Lachlan is only ~4'0". Not up to my shoulder.

omg the big sister instincts have kicked in harder than ever 😭😭😭

[midnight-blue-blood]

Eavesdrop

A conversation lost to the rhythm of sharpening blades.

"I don't know, Mx Cheng. He is our elder. He runs his domain with a skill one cannot deny. His loyalty to blood or sect, however, behind closed doors..."

"...Well yes, of course I respect him. Can you imagine holding your domain with as little support as the Tower must give? But his progeny are... well. A bit unusual. I enjoy them, but..."

"I suppose he is 'cute', yes? How often do you suppose he's weaseled into and out of trouble by that merit?"

"Oh, he does give rather sound advice. I would say to ask him as your Elder."

[storywriter007]

It Is Us - Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n comforts leo after percy insulted him

warnings: slight cursing, tension between characters

genre: (basically) fluff

word count: 1k

-> heroes of olympus masterlist

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the argo ll was an interesting place. one minute, i was next to the son of poseidon who could summon tsunamis at his will, and the next, i was with a handyman who seemed like he was high on sugar and always had cheesy jokes ready.

and was it weird i preferred the second?

leo was undeniably my favorite on the argo ll. the ship felt empty without him, the dinner table felt tense when he wasn’t there, and the control deck seemed stupid when he wasn’t the one pressing the buttons. 

we talked a lot, early mornings on the deck, late nights fixing machinery, or even afternoons of just sitting in the control room. we talked about everything. i got to know leo, and know who he really is, when he’s not covering up his pain with humor all the time. 

what i loved the most about leo was his personality. the ship was full of serious people, annabeth, jason, frank. then it was full of people who didn’t want to make the serious people mad, hazel, percy, and piper. i love all of the people aboard, i just like one a little more.

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we were all sitting in the common area, discussing things about the prophecy, monsters, and life as we know it. it was a few of the quiet moments we got on the ship, to just talk. leo was cracking his jokes at every possible minute, which was impressive, considering how he had a remark for just about anything and everything.

i sat on one of the couches, with hazel and frank to my right. on the other couch sat jason and piper, and on the bench were annabeth and percy. leo sat on the arm of a sitting chair. coach hedge was screaming over baseball. 

the conversation went on to annabeth, and how impressive her strategic thinking was, and how it was unfair that she got underestimated a lot.

“i just have to be more serious because i’m a blonde, and no one likes to take us seriously.” she explained.

i understood where she was coming from, for a smart woman like annabeth, being stereotyped as a dumb blonde consistently probably rubbed her the wrong way after a while.

“you and jason can team up and take over the camps, like the ‘rage of the blondes’ or something like that. at least one of you’d be taken seriously.” leo laughed, practically turning red as the joked left his mouth.

jason, hazel, frank, and i all chuckled before realizing that percy was staring leo down.

“i think they’d take annabeth more seriously, she’s ten times scarier than me.” jason joked, trying to diffuse the tension that had just taken place in the room.

“leo, i know you think your jokes are funny, but sometimes they’re really not.” percy said, anger clearly tainting his voice.

“I feel ya. my bad, annabeth, i was just messing around, i didn’t mean it like that.” leo said, nonchalantly.

annabeth simply nodded and went back to working on her laptop.

“can she get a proper apology?” percy continued.

“percy, man, it was just a joke.” leo defended, having already apologized in his own way.

“it’s sad leo, how you have to use your personality to make up for everything you don’t have.” he spat back. 

i turned to see leo’s eyes fill with hurt. that wasn’t fair of percy, that really wasn’t. leo and i had talked multiple times, and he had brought up how he felt inferior to the other guys. it wasn’t alright for percy to say that. 

“i’m sorry annabeth.” leo said calmly, before getting up, and leaving.

the room sat with silence for a moment. i got how leo’s joke came off the wrong way, but he apologized. what was percy’s need to go and villainize him even further. 

“what’s even more sad, percy, is how you have to exploit someone else’s insecurities just to appear chivalrous. grow up.” i said angrily, before getting up to follow leo.

i didn’t really care what string of curses he wanted to shoot at me afterwards. right now, i needed to make sure leo was alright.

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i entered leo’s room after knocking, and found him in his bed, tears streaming down his face. 

“is it true what he said y/n? does everyone feel like i use my personality to make up for what i don’t have?” he asked.

i sat down next to him.

“he doesn’t mean that, percy was just being an asshole because he thought you hurt annabeth.” i comforted.

“but he’s right, isn’t he? him, jason, and frank, are all huge, scary, powerful, guys. they’re not making up for anything.” he continued.

“he isn’t right, leo. you aren’t any less of a person because your daddy doesn’t control the sky or the sea.” i said, putting my hand on his back.

“i killed my own mom. i am less. i am the seventh wheel. i am the useless one.” he said, draining out thoughts i knew had bothered him for far too long.

“you didn’t kill your mom, it was gaea. and you are not useless and you are not less than anyone else on here. we wouldn’t even be on here if it wasn’t for you! you’re obsessing over the things everyone else has done without realizing they wouldn’t have been able to do any of that without you. you might be a lot of things leo, crazy, funny, kind, but you are not useless, and you are not incompetent.” i explained, emotion flooding my voice.

i saw him wipe away his tears, and a smile appear on his face.

“but i’ll always be the seventh wheel.” he said. “everyone’s got someone, except for me. the only person i like on the ship probably doesn't even like me back. and i can't blame her. it’s leo and his machines or it’s leo and y/n-” he cut himself off abruptly.

he cleared his throat.

“forget that last part.” he said. 

“why? it is us, and i wouldn’t have it any other way.” i smiled.

leo smiled back, and we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. then he leaned in, and i felt my lips make contact with his. i kissed him back, but he pulled out.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have-” he started.

“yeah, you shouldn’t have pulled away so soon.” i smiled, pulling him by his shirt back in for another kiss.