#mid atlantic current

[this-user-is-sus]

Scientists this week warn that the collapse of the Atlantic Meridional Overturning Current (aka AMOC, contains the Gulf Stream) is closer than they previously predicted, as early as 2025.

This is bad and will lead to ripples in climate, weather patterns, local "normal" temperatures, storm severity, ocean oxygenation and fishery productivity (hello phrase "fish die-offs" 😭), and sea level that will disrupt life as we know it and cannot be reversed in this century or maybe (likely) for centuries to come.

(You can check the Wikipedia page for more information.).

Scream at someone about this.

Go here -- https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/ -- or here -- https://www.usa.gov/elected-officials. Start typing. Feel free to use the template I'm putting under the "read more." Press send. Repeat if you have the energy. Ily if you do it even once. Thank you, and keep fighting the good fight!

Dear <NAME OF OFFICIAL>,

<OPTIONAL SENTENCE OR TWO TO INTRODUCE YOURSELF. Say why climate change matters to you. Say if you're frightened. Say if you're depressed. Say if you're anxious. Make it personal.>

This week a study was released (https://www.cnn.com/2023/07/25/world/gulf-stream-atlantic-current-collapse-climate-scn-intl/index.html, https://www.nature.com/articles/s41467-023-39810-w) showing that the collapse of the Atlantic meridional overturning circulation is far closer than scientists had previously thought. When this current stops, it will have far-reaching impacts on sea level, weather, storm patterns, and fishery production that will be irreversible for a century or far longer.

I am deeply worried about the future. We need climate change ACTION now, not just voluntary incentive programs. Please take action to improve our electrical grid, transition our power plants to clean fuels, transition to clean modes of transportation, and tax carbon emissions.

Sincerely,

<YOUR NAME HERE>

[nowendil]

hm. might have just felt the first flutters incoming of gender plate tectonics

[ravenkings]

I'm sure this kind of poll has gone around before, but I'm curious...

reblog for larger sample size

(also apologies if i got some of the state abbreviations wrong)

[visenyaism]

Maryland is a fuckass New England state that pretends it's part of the south just because it was racist enough to leave the country 200 years ago

I don’t know what part of the American education system did wrong by you. This is both geographically and historically illiterate, but it’s pissing me off to imagine someone wandering around the world being this wrong presumably about the country they themselves live in so I’m going to explain it to you.

1: New England is way further north than Maryland. New England is Yankeeland, like settled by the Pilgrims and Puritans, currently inhabited by wasps, the Irish, libertarians, lesbian bed and breakfasts, and cops. Boston. Nothing south of New York City is New England.

Maryland historically was a southern state. They practiced slavery like the rest of the south, they were south of the Mason-Dixon Line (the first system of categorizing what was and wasn’t the south), and parts of the US government still considers them part of the South today. Look, here is the map of regions and divisions within the United States that the census bureau keeps. See how far apart Maryland and New England are.

However, despite historically (and sometimes bureaucratically) being a southern state, Maryland is very much a cultural part of the mid-Atlantic region today. They join Delaware, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and New York in that category. Some western Marylanders might identify as Appalachian if they live in the mountains, and some older Marylanders might still say they’re southern, but you will not find that many people fighting for Maryland’s inclusion in the south. 

2. Maryland did not secede and join the Confederacy during the Civil War. They still did slavery- two of the most famous Black abolitionists, Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman both had to escape Maryland because they were born into slavery there- but Maryland was a Union border state. Abraham Lincoln very notably kind of violated the constitution to suspend habeas corpus, which is your right to not be held in jail indefinitely without being charged with a specific crime. He suspended that right partially so that he could throw as many pro-Confederate Marylanders in prison as possible and keep them there to make sure Maryland stayed in the Union, which was of critical importance because if they left the American capital, DC, would be surrounded. A Marylander DID kill Abraham Lincoln so maybe he should have oppressed them harder. However his plan did work. They never seceded.

[thevoidstaredback]

An hour after sunrise and all trails had been dead ends. Well, all but one.

Superman and The Flash had regrouped outside of Amity Park, both reporting their lack of findings. No one was thrilled and frustrations were only heightened. Constantine and Zatanna had reported much the same, though they only increased their efforts to find the ghosts.

Cyborg was looking into Amity Park's Mayor, but he wasn't expected to have any results for another ten minutes at the soonest. Robin and his team didn't have any headway on the Missing Person's case.

Everyone was anxious.

Batman's first course of action was to send The Flash and Superman out again, though he wanted Kid Flash and Impulse to go with Flash while Superboy went with Superman. That would leave Robin, Wonder Girl, and Red Huntress in Amity Park. They'd have to make due.

"Flash, take Kid Flash and Impulse and to another run of the country. Superman, you and Superboy are gonna search everywhere else again. Be meticulous."

The Flash groaned, crumpling up the empty wrapper he now held in his hand before stashing it in Batman's utility belt. "We were meticulous before," he said. He was quick the call both of the speedsters before running off to start again, going from Washington State and moving East.

Superman was quick to do the same, though he didn't like the idea of working with Superboy, he'd do so for the sake of the world. The feeling was mutual. Superman started his search in Asia while Superboy started in South America.

Batman quietly wished he had his bike with him to make the trip faster, but he didn't complain as he walked the few miles to Amity Park. Robin and his team hadn't been able to get to the Fenton Portal, as he was now calling it, so he was going to get there himself. Hopefully, Cyborg will have information about the Mayor ready for him so that he can hit two bats with one stone.

***

Barry was even more meticulous as he ran back across the USA. He had taken Alaska, the Western and Southwestern States; Wally was checking the Midwestern and Southern States; and Bart was in the Mid Atlantic and New England States.

He didn't know their time limit, but he knew there was one. They all knew it, they just didn't know what it was.

Turning over every stone he could find in the West and Alaska took up the entire first half of the day. There was so much empty space everywhere, but the cities were packed tightly together and overflowing. It wa hard to find any one specific thing, especially while trying not to tip off civilians about the crisis.

He had yet to see any ghosts anywhere. He'd even spend some time in places that were rumored to be haunted, but those all seemed baren of anything other than dust. Though, there were signs of something having been there recently, but no signs of anything being there currently. It freaked him out.

High Noon was an ironic time to end up in the Southwestern United States.

If Barry thought the West was full of space, the Southwest had it topped by barrels. Cities were far apart, but closely packed with people. The space between cities was dotted with towns and ranches an animals. He decided to needed a very detailed map of the US because this was just ridiculous.

Again, Barry took time to check places that were supposed to house ghosts, but they all came up empty. Every ghost town was very lacking in ghosts! If he hadn't seen swarms of them- hell, if he didn't occasionally work with a ghost, he'd think he was wasting his time. As it was, however, the haunts he was visiting were so much more eerie now that he knew they were empty when they weren't supposed to be.

His mind wandered back to what Deadman had said. The US Government had taken a child. A ghost child, but a child all the same. They'd been operating under the nose of the Justice League for who knows how long! And they were only just nowhearing about it.

It made him feel horrible.

Not for the first time, he wondered how people could be so cruel.

Anything could be happening to that ghost child and they'd have no clue about it until they found him. Hell, if Deadman hadn't brought it to the JLD, who brought it to the JL, then none of them would've had a clue at all!

It made him sick.

Focus! He needs to focus on the task at hand. He can dwell later when the kid is safe with his people- safe away from the government that hurt him.

Had the kid been a US Citizen before he died? Probably, right? It would make sense. Phantom - that was his name, right? - had probably been a citizen of Amity Park before he died. How long had he been dead? How had he died? Who would be careless enough to let a child die? Had it been an accident? Had it been on purpose? If so, who could be heartless enough to murder a child in cold blood?

Barry isn't religious, not like some of the other heroes, but he knows that most religions view children as pure; incapable of committing wrongs. Hell, almost everyone in the world holds those same views! So how could someone, in clear conscious, hurt a child in any way?

His eyes blurred slightly at the thought.

Focus, Barry! You need to focus!

He forced his mind to stop wandering, not allowing himself to stray anymore from his objective. He was almost to the border of Texas and Louisiana. He'd double back as many times as it took to find Phantom.

The sun set over Illinois, USA.

Tick Tock...

Part 5 Part 7

[colourstreakgryffin]

you know why i'm here, love.

headcanons with Alastor and a Female Rarity-Like! Reader. I'M ON MY KNEES.

love ya :3

Letssss gooooo! Al and his drama queen! I’ve been thinking about this for so long. Love you too! Thank you soooo muccchh! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🥰😍🥹

Alastor- Crystal Heart

Alastor’s a man who’s big into fashion and appearing appealing so doesn’t it make sense his dream woman is a fashionista

Not even just a fashionista but a talented, original fashionista with her own lines of boutique stores and fancy designs. You’re not an Overlord but you may as well be. You’re the Queen of Fashion in the Pride Ring and most importantly, the Queen of Alastor’s heart

Most of the Hazbin Hotel staff find you unbearable, on the surface. You’re kinda loud, appearance-driven, almost too vain, very prissy and adamant on staying clean and perfect but Alastor loves these behaviours. He knows you’re more than a pretty face but he doesn’t mind you maintaining your poise and grace in your own way

Alastor finds your light blue telekinetic magic interesting. Your magic is the primary reason you can get out so much out under such little time. Your magical touch manipulates and smoothly moves around limitless amounts of items and whilst you work, diligent and determined, you can also bring Alastor over to give him his mandatory morning kiss

Alastor likes your accent. You have a Mid-Atlantic accent, it makes your lady flare glow even more and he likes that you and him both clash and mesh at the same time

Alastor joins you on your gemstone hunting anytime you need it, acting as your muscles to pull your wagon around effortlessly, this mf hella strong, so you don’t have to. You’re too sophisticated and classy to pull a carriage around. It may stain your gorgeous skin

If it’s not obvious, Al is kinda a simp for you but you’re a bigger simp for him

Alastor loves it that you design his coats. You make him look fashionable and he won’t ever go to any other tailor nor designer. Nobody matches your spark and he feels proud to be wearing an outfit you designed for him. He looks magnificent! Doesn’t he?

Alastor is that lovely, caring gentleman you’ve always dreamed about and when you’re around the man you like; you’re giddy, giggly and flustered. This is how you, the Pride Ring’s own lady of fashion, behaves around Alastor. Charmed, blushy and nervous about messing up, all whilst trying your damn best to not get too fangirly-like

Yeah… your romantic admiration devolves into full-blown fangirling and Alastor does not mind it at all. His girlfriend being his biggest cheerleader is all he could ask for

Alastor is the gentleman you’ve always wanted, you’re the lady Alastor has always wanted. It’s a win-win for both of you

Alastor absolutely loves the way you defend him like he’s a little deer. The way you loudly yelled you’d fight anybody for even touching him, despite the fact you’re such a lady and much prefer fashion. It makes his undead heart fly off to Heaven

Alastor knew the moment he saw you in the most wacky and unorganised mess of a dress he’s ever seen, pretty usually neatly styled and curled hair messed up and eyes twitching that you’re simply perfect and when you responded to Angel Dust asking about you with

“My emotions, darling! Stress couture!” He also knew right away that he is going to put a ring on your finger and make you his for good. You’re absolutely everything that both drives him crazy and makes him feel all the more appreciated

You’re the biggest drama queen in Hell, long outdoing Angel Dust, you whine and worry about the smallest things; you lost your diamond-encrusted ribbon? You’re laying on the velvet couch you summoned and is currently weeping for a man Alastor to save you. You’ve been unable to brush your hair more than hundred times before bed? You’re going to bed sobbing in disgust at your messy hair. You forgot to pack plates for the Hotel picnic? Where’s the dramatic fall chair?

Alastor loves your little sister, she is precious. A charming sweetie belle and he is happy to babysit for you if you need it but he notices how you’re able to balance caring for your little sister and your intense work spectacularly. It’s so impressive, it adds to the list of things Alastor loves about you

Alastor cannot look at you in any style of a beautiful dress without hiding in the corner and mentally dying. That’s how much he finds you attractive, seeing you in a gorgeous dress will send him to double Hell

Alastor is getting a hang of your pet cat, Opal. She isn’t the nicest, she is even irritable to you but he is going to keep trying to befriend your pet so you feel even more inclined to him. Look at him, he’s bonding with your feisty vicious Hell cat! Aren’t you proud of him?

Alastor isn’t use to people being so… well, generous to him. You’re so generous, even when it seems that you’re just shallow and egocentric. You care about your looks and proclaim being beautiful is your whole thing but you care immensely about everybody else, you’re a considerate, loving person with a big sister vibe to all and you’re a open, dedicated girlfriend to Alastor. You give up the most expensive and valuable items to opportunities, all for anybody else to enjoy, even if you wanted them so bad

You’re just that much of a sweetheart… it is one of the main things that drew Alastor to you. You’re innocent, you’re quite angelic for a Sinner demon

Of course, you’re in Hell because your pride, greed and vanity is so high but you’re barely a bad person. You’re more of a misguided lady of looks and Alastor, whilst being the worst person you could ever meet and date, will always protect you from Hell

Alastor gifts you all kinds of expensive gemstone jewellery to accessorises. That dark purple diamond-shaped gemstone golden-branded necklace of yours? That’s from Al. Those nice pair of shiny emerald stud earrings, yep, right from Alastor. The rose gold-detailed engagement ring now on your ring finger, delivered at your doorstep by Al himself

Alastor will help you with your work when he can, he’ll dress you in designs meant for you to wear and he’ll even help run a fashion show. He’s like your manager in an odd but cute way, he oversees your models and he announces the show himself, through his signature microphone. Many are surprised by Alastor ‘working’ for you but he isn’t ashamed to admit that his girlfriend made this fashion line and lead you out onto the stage after it’s over, so you can be admired by the crowd

You and Alastor throwing ‘darling’ at each other for fun go brrrrr~!

Alastor knows you don’t like getting dirty or wet or messy so he’ll pick you up, the moment you two encounter something gross. He’ll carry you over it. As a gentleman, he must keep you safe and since you’re specifically his lady, you let him do it. Giggling all lovestruck and like a cute happy teenage girl with her longtime crush, but situations like these always ends with Alastor happy you’re happy and you happy that you’re so close to your boyfriend like this

“Darling. Tell me all about the sports history exhibition with your friend? Was it fancy? Ooh. How about a great piece for fashion inspiration? Cough up every detail. Don’t fret, I’ll dress you for today, you just speak to me. Yes, today is business fancy for you, my dear”

[fishenjoyer1]

Fish of the Day

Today's fish of the day is a bit different from normal, instead of focusing on a particular species of genus we will be focusing on landlocked salmon today by special request of Topi!

(Atlantic Salmon)

Landlocked salmon are notable due to the inherent nature of the salmon life cycle, where salmon hatch in a freshwater stream, migrate to the ocean until they achieve sexual maturity, and then travel back to the same stream they hatched from. However, landlocked salmon are unable to migrate and spend their life cycles entirely in freshwater. The three main landlocked salmon would be The Kokanee salmon (Oncorhynchus nerka), which are a subspecies of sockeye salmon, the Formosan landlocked salmon (Oncorhynchus masou formosanus), which is a subspecies of masu salmon, and finally the several populations of landlocked Atlantic salmon (Salmo salar).

(Formosan landlocked salmon)

Landlocked salmon hold almost no differences to their sea run relatives, other than that which speciation provides. Almost always landlocked salmon are far smaller. Considering that salmon are mid level carnivores, whose diet shifts based on age, freshwater prey is just simply less available than marine prey is. Salmon fry survive off of zooplankton, which is available in large amounts in freshwater, but as they grow into juveniles who eat worms and larvae, but by the time they are of age to transition to the marine environment, they rely on larger prey, such as other fish or squid. This is why landlocked salmon are far smaller, and often considered a far blander flavor by fishers.

(Atlantic salmon)

Another difference between the anadromous (migratory) fish and the non migratory is based on the migration pathways themselves. Landlocked salmon species tend to spend their lives within lakes, as they tend to offer more large prey than rivers do, and when after reaching the end of their lifecycle, these fish tend to run rivers connected to lakes, searching for the same stream they were born in. Those salmon of which were transported or by some means found themselves the first generation of landlocked salmon tend to search only for a safe area, other salmon, and higher elevations during their migration. Of those salmon landlocked only in lakes with no connection to other bodies of water there is significant inbreeding, and disease often tends to kill these populations out. It is thought that salmon of which are acclimated to freshwater and intentionally landlocked have a higher chance of surviving after spawning season, as some salmon species possess the ability to survive the spawning, and return to the ocean for another year. This is something that is not fully understood, and currently being researched by many of the fish hatcheries along the Columbia river, major rivers in California, and along the Atlantic. We may understand the relation between the stresses of moving from saltwater to freshwater better in the future!

(kokanee salmon)

To focus on the landlocked variations of Atlantic salmon for a moment, these are individual populations caught in the many lakes or river systems along the Eastern coast of the United States and Canada. These fish in particular are known as some of the best for fishing in the areas they live in. These fish can be found in a range from the Atlantic coast all the way as Western as Lake Eerie in some cases, living in cold water conditions, with growth being the highest at temperatures of 67-77 degrees fahrenheit, and a diet that is mostly made up of insects and small fish, often cannibalizing other young landlocked salmon.

(Atlantic landlocked Salmon)

The kokanee salmon is found along the Pacific coast, in many different lakes from Alaska to California, and as far East as Idaho, and in some rare cases, Nevada. There are also populations within lakes in Japan and Russia, although there is debate on the subject of speciation for these populations. Although some populations of kaknee have been intentionally introduced across lakes and freshwater systems much further East in the United States. Thes fish can get as large as 8-20 inches, and have a handful of morphological differences between them and sockeyes. Kokanee have a higher number of gill rakers, smaller egg size, and a higher efficiency rate in taking in red coloring from food sources to distribute in their eggs. They can live a lifespan around 4 years before spawning and passing away, as these fish do not survive after breeding, and can not interbreed with sockeye salmon.

(kokanee salmon)

The Formosan landlocked salmon, also called the Cherry salmon, is found in Taiwan. Living in the Lishan mountain range, these fish survive in cold water at extremely high altitudes, with an upper temperature limit of 60 degrees. These fish are thought to have become landlocked by the warming of the Dajia River during the last ice age. They live along the many small creeks and backwater streams, with an extremely endangered population with only around 4,000 living at any given time. Cherry salmon are exceptionally small, reaching only 30cm (around a foot) with most around only 6 inches in their adult life. Subsisting off of bugs and small terrestrial life that gets close to the water. These fish survive only around 4 to 5 years before breeding in higher colder waters, and passing away for their fry to replace them.

(Formosan landlocked salmon)

Those are the landlocked Salmon everybody! Have a wonderful day

[mariacallous]

And the people who are angry and frustrated with this city cut across all political beliefs, and include more than a few current employees of the city.

I'm not saying NYC is going to become a mid-Atlantic Waco or Coeur D’Alene, but I am saying that it is not impossible the Empire State gets redder. The suburbs are already a political battleground and with the commuting they bring stuff with them.

[mangionebabymama]

Some current events that you can tell Luigi about in your letter (if you are struggling to come up with anything):

Note: this is not an official list, I just came up on this on the fly for anyone who doesn’t know what to say at all. You don’t have to use anything from here. It has been confirmed that he enjoys reading and keeping up with current events in his letters. Keep in mind that through written communication, this is his way of being able to know about the outside world beyond his confinement!

Generation Beta (2025-2039) is officially beginning this year

A lot of celestial events will be happening this year, such as a total lunar eclipse on March 14th and a partial one on March 29th

The rapid wildfires going on around Los Angeles

The major winter storms that began in the Midwest and are now in the Mid-Atlantic region

Jimmy Carter’s presidential funeral & services

The first H5N1 bird flu death has now been reported

Now, if you like pop culture, sports, or entertainment, tell him anything about that’s happening. Think of it as you’re writing in a diary about a reflection or you’re even spilling tea about something. Just keep in mind to write about things that are within decorum and propriety so your letter isn’t denied and sent back to you.

[sanjoongie]

ᏕᏇᏋᏋᏖ ᏰᏝᎧᎧᎴ

🖤2nd Submission for the YOTV: Year of the Snake collab (ML)

🖤Pairing: Vampire! Hwang Hyunjin x Human! Reader ft Vampire! Felix, Vampire Hunters! Chan, Jisung, Changbin and Minho

🖤Au: Vampire au, Vampire Hunter au, Supernatural au, elements of The Others by Anne Bishop (please check it out, you won't be disappointed)

🖤Genre: romance, smut, horror

🖤Trope: bonny/clyde

🖤Rated: 21+(very graphic, very dark), MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

🖤Word Count: 6,540

🖤Beta: @downtoamagicalland

🖤Summary: when you would follow your vampire boyfriend to the very ends of the earth, and considering his madness you just might, there's only one man who can stop the terror that follows you two

🖤Soundtrack: Yuta's Off the Mask, Chase Atlantic's Okay, and of course Sam Tinnesz's Play with Fire

🖤Author's Note: i finished Beast! San and immediately decided I wanted something a little bit more darker, fucked up and bloody so this is the result of riding those coattails. This will not be for everyone, so please pay attention to the warnings below!!!

🖤Warnings below the cut!

🖤Warnings: vampire powers (hypnotism, speed, supernatural strength) blood, descriptions of eating organs, blood taking, madness, death, slapping, spitting, tongue piercing, descriptions of the taste of blood, betrayal, character deaths

🖤Kinks: noncon, dubcon, public sex, anal, spit as lube, clit play, dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty, love, darling), blood play, inebriated sex, aphrodisiac, coercion through sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral (f), oral with a tongue piercing, mxm (kissing), threesome, double penetration (two dicks, one puss), finger sucking, breast play

You sigh, crossing and uncrossing your legs. Everyone in the dirty, stingy bar has either flown the coop or were currently having their entrails dug out through their pelvis bone. It was supposed to be date night but Hyunjin was having all the fun.

“Babe!” You yell.

“Squish squish squish says the liver,” Hyunjin cackles.

You sigh again. All it took was some stupid human to bang into your boyfriend and it was off to the crazy races. 

Hyunjin bites into the liver he had been playing with and groans as blood runs down his face. His eyes roll into the back of his head. He is delirious with ecstasy and lunacy. 

“Hwang Hyunjin!” You bark.

“Yes, my love?” Hyunjin’s eyes swing wildly and finally land on you. He frowns like it’s odd for you to not be covered in blood. “Are you not having any fun?”

“You’ve killed everyone!” You point out dryly.

Hyunjin’s head moves back and forth as he takes in his self-wrought destruction. “I suppose I have.” He shrugs and then throws down the half eaten liver. “Shall we hit up another place then?”

You roll your eyes. “Hyunjin, they’re not going to let you in looking like that.”

“Oh.” Hyunjin raises his arms as if to get a good look that he’s covered in blood. 

“Come on, let's get out of here before the vampire hunters get any wise ideas,” You tsk, grabbing Hyunjin’s upper arm and hauling him behind you. 

Hyunjin licks his fingers like a cat cleaning their paws. “Let them come. I’ll kill them too.”

“I think you’ve had enough fun for one night, my love,” You observe.

Hyunjin stops mid-step as you climb out of the underground bar. He looks up at you, a small smile pulling at one of the corner’s of his blood-stained lips. “Have I?”

“Nope.” You continue to go up one more stair. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Oh, I’m thinking about it alright,” Hyunjin purrs before pulling you down and into his arms.

“Hyunjin.” You stare into the eyes of a madman. “You killed everyone. It’s only a matter of time before they come after us.”

“Then it should be quick, should it not?” Hyunjin dimisses your worries immediately, pressing your front to the rough poured and pocketed concrete wall. 

“I don’t want to fuck here,” You whine, your face rubbing against a poster promoting some band that started with an A. Their lead singer is staring right into your soul as Hyunjin hefts the skirt of your short dress out of the way. 

Hyunjin’s long fingers wrap around your throat and bend over your jaw upwards. “Come now, my love. I’ve had my fill of blood and now I want to have my fill of you.”

“I don’t--” You freeze as Hyunjin’s fangs click and you feel them scraping against the nape of your neck. “You said you were full!”

You feel Hyunjin’s tongue follow the seam of his mouth against your skin. “I always have room for dessert.”

You struggle in Hyunjin’s hold but he’s a vampire; he’s like velvet steel. You whimper as his teeth puncture your skin. 

The minute his mouth floods with your blood is the second his venom flies through your veins. You become compliant and wet. You mutter under your breath, a string of sentences that only Hyunjin can hear. They wouldn’t make sense to anyone but a madman. But Hyunjin’s not keen on taking note of what you say. He’s got more important things to do.

Hyunjin’s fingers skim over your hip, find your bare cunt and the pad of his finger rubs into your clit. Slow, circular motions until you begin to buck into his ministrations. “There’s a good girl. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Feels s’good,” you begin to slur your words. 

Hyunjin’s venom is both an aphrodisiac and a depressant. You feel horny and drunk at the same time. Your ability to think narrows down to the pleasure Hyunjin is giving you with just one finger. 

The vampire at your back begins to rut up against your ass cheeks. “You make me so hard, baby,” Hyunjin coos into your ear. 

His cheek rubs against yours like a cat trying to mark its owner. If you were more sober, perhaps you’d flinch at the blood he was spreading across your face but alas, you are none of the sort. 

Your arm reaches behind you, to curl your fingers into Hyunjin’s hair. “You gonna fuck me, baby?” You wonder.

“Thinkin’ damn hard about it,” Hyunjin growls.

“Gonna fuck me in this dirty place? Gonna spread my ass cheeks and make me take you in a dirty spot? You gonna leave my pussy weeping for you?”

The vampire behind you does exactly that. He spreads your cheeks, spits onto your hole and then spears himself inside of you. You groan at the sensation, sparks of lust only creating further fires in your loins. You're loving every bloody second of this.

“You’re so good for me, pretty,” Hyunjin purrs into your ear. He takes his time fucking your ass, his finger still doing slow, circular motions along your clit. “I want you dripping and eager for me when we get home.”

You let out a whine. “Why am I being punished?”

Hyunjin chuckles darkly under his breath. “Punished? No, darling, I’m only making the evening better.”

You tip your head back to lie against Hyunjin’s shoulder as he fucks you in the dark alley. “Wanna come,” You pout.

“Sometimes I think your impatience competes with mine,” Hyunjin laughs at you. “You’re going to have to come the old-fashioned way. I don’t think I should drink from you a second time.”

Your hand smoothes over Hyunjin’s and you press his finger harder to your clit. Your hips jerk at the further friction. “Don’t be a tease, love.”

With a grunt, Hyunjin grabs your leg with his free hand and lifts it up so he can have easier access to your asshole and your clit. He begins to fuck into you a bit faster and his finger on your clit vibrates with its alacrity.

“Come for me, pretty.” You feel Hyunjin’s plush lips press against the spot before your ear in an affectionate kiss and you come.

“Fuuuuccckkkkkk,” you hiss as your orgasm rips through you. You feel as if every nerve is on fire and the cock between your ass, along with the finger on your clit, pushes you to heights only acquired with a vampire. 

“Clenching down on my dick so hard, oh god.” You feel Hyunjin’s teeth scrape against your shoulder, resisting the urge to bite you the same time he came. 

His long, drawn out groan echoes and bounces in the small stairway where Hyunjin had pushed you up against the wall. You feel him fill your ass and you groan with him. It was just like your unhinged vampire boyfriend to fuck you in the ass in public.

The high of Hyunjin’s bite is chased away by your blood pumping excitedly with your orgasm. Your brain is back and you’re not happy.

“Can we leave now?” You say haughtily. “Or do you want to go back in there and lick the floor clean?”

Hyunjin giggles and you roll your eyes. “We can go.”

“You missed them again?” Chan demands, banging a fist against the table. 

Jisung flinches at the loud noise. “Over 30 dead. No sign of Hyunjin.”

“Damn it!” Chan yells.

He picks up his chair and throws it at the wall. 

“Hey! Cool it, Hot Shot,” Minho growls, standing up from his desk, where the chair may have flown over his head. “Take a time out. Go find someone to fuck. I don’t care what you do, just stop having a fit in my office.”

“Chan.” Changbin throws his arms around his friend’s shoulders. “We’ll get them. You just have to be patient.”

“I’m tired of hearing about their kills!” Chan screws his eyes shut and tears angrily stream down his cheeks. “I’m sick and tired of it, Changbin.”

Jisung leans against the door frame of the weapons room where the two men had moved to. “I don’t get it. It’s like they’re not even real.”

“The bodies are real,” Changbin snaps. “The blood is fucking real, Jisung.”

Jisung holds up his hands. “Hey hey hey, I know. It’s just confusing that we can never catch them after the crime. No other vampires elude us so well.”

“Well, they aren’t just any vampires, are they?” Chan says through his hands that cradled his head.

In the abandoned speakeasy that was the vampire nest that you and Hyunjin lived in, you two were in an intense argument the following day after the massacre at Horizon.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Hyunjin shook his head. “Not in the slightest.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Babe. I need you by my side forever.” Hyunjin curls his hands around your face. 

“Then you make me your Renfield, Hyunjin. I don’t want to be connected to…” Your jaw tightens. “The ancient ones told you that you had to choose correctly.”

“Felix will live a lot longer than I will,” Hyunjin whispers.

“No, I refuse.” You poke a finger into Hyunjin’s bare chest. His chains and necklaces rattle as he takes a step back with the force you used. “It’s either you or no one.”

“My love. You know I’m not quite right in the head.” Hyunjin chuckles. “I won’t take you down with me if I’m not sane enough to take care of you.”

“I will have to be bonded with him!” You shout. “Do you understand that? Bonded. He will have to feed from me once a month at least to keep the bond up and to keep me immortal. They were very clear. It was like being lovers. I’ll have to--Hyunjin!”

You slap your boyfriend. The red outline of your hand is perfectly imprinted on his porcelain cheek. Your manicure had caused a scratch on the corner of his lip. His red tongue pokes at the cut and his fangs peak out as he starts to chuckle again. 

“I know.”

“You sick fuck,” You spit, quite literally, onto his cheek. 

The glob of spit runs down his red cheek. 

“I want you to do that to Felix,” Hyunjin chuckles from his gut before it becomes high pitched and chaotic.

“I’m going for a walk,” You declare, throwing your hands up. “Don’t follow me!” You screech.

You follow the back alleys that were created during the prohibition. Clubs needed a safe way to get their liquor delivered. What better than to use the old catacombs that already connected underneath the top city?

“Hey, wait up!” Felix calls after you.

But you didn’t stop. 

“You can’t go too far without at least one of us, you know that!”

“Wouldn’t think of it,” You mutter under your breath.

“You know what will happen to Hyunjin if they get you.”

That makes you stop. Felix runs into your back. “Knew that would stop you.”

“Listen, just because you’re a vampire and I’m not, doesn’t give you the right to own my body.”

Felix pushes both hands into the side pockets of his slacks. “Who said that?”

“I may be a human but I was there when they changed you. I wasn’t delirious while someone fed me blood. I committed to memory each rule they spoke when they took you two. I know better than either of you what happens if I become someone’s Renfield.”

Felix smirks, running a tongue along his fang. “I know you’re gonna do it.”

“You know fucking NOTHING, Jon Snow,” You sneer.

“No?” Felix takes a step towards you in the dimly lit underground back alleys of the clubs and bars that filled the street above. 

“You don’t think I hear you two fucking night after night?” Felix takes another step than another, looming over you. “Think I don’t hear your sweet voice telling Hyunjin ‘no’ and ‘stop’ and ‘don’t do that’ and ‘that’s dirty’? You have a noncon kink. And that’s fucking hot.”

“I’m not drinking your fucking blood, Felix. Now fuck off,” You hiss in his face. 

You duck under his arm and shoot down the alleyway. Your boots jingle merrily, as if they are happy to be going for an impromptu jog.

It’s two fucking seconds before Felix cuts you off with his speed. He’s a blur of white and then he’s leaning against the wall. “Where ya going, Renfield?”

“You cocky son of a bitch. Hyunjin!”

A black blur zips towards you and you scream in scared excitement as your boyfriend appears in front of you. “Are you okay?” He begins to spin you around and pat you down. 

Felix mouths the words “Party Pooper” behind you. You stick out your tongue. Felix does the same, flashing his tongue piercing. 

“I’m fine, Hyunjin. I want to go dancing. Can we go dancing?”

Hyunjin smiles happily. “Go dancing? So close to our last soirée?” Hyunjin’s tone gets throaty with his French. 

You nod your head once sharply. “You gorged yourself recently so surely you can go an evening without wiping out the club?” You shake a finger in front of Hyunjin’s face and he snaps at it playfully, his teeth clicking when they come in contact. 

Hyunjin pretends to think about it. “Felix is coming, right?”

“I wouldn’t miss it, even if the sun was rising,” Felix replies.

Hyunjin lets out a sharp laugh.

You look at Felix like he’s disgusting and you look up at your boyfriend. “See? Felix has a death wish just like you. Stupid to make me his Renfield.”

Hyunjin’s eyes sharpen and narrow down on you. “You keep that attitude up and I’ll make sure that when you first take blood from Felix, it’s from a cut along his thigh.”

“Hyunjin!” You whine, knowing he’s committing you to a lifetime of licking blood intimately from Felix.

“Hey hey hey!” Jisung shouts from his spot at his computer. “Chats live. Sightings of the three of them are hot. I’ve got a post saying they’re at Insomnia.”

Chan shrugs on his hostler along his shoulders. “We’re fucking getting them tonight.”

Minho and Changbin exchange a look. “Are we bringing the stakes?”

“Holy water grenades. Silver knives. Everything we have.”

Jisung pulls off his headphones. “Chan…”

“You’ve seen what they’re capable of, god damn it, don’t get weak on me now,” Chan says through gritted teeth.

“We’ll bring everything,” Minho agrees. He waves the other two towards the weapon’s room.

Chan stuffs his dual crossbows in his two shoulder holsters and then secures the wooden arrows in the quiver at his thigh holster. Minho puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“We can bring all the weapons you want but that’s not going to change what happened that night, Chan,” Minho says lowly.

Chan’s gloved hands creak as they form fists at his side. He keeps his head leaning down and avoids Minho’s gaze. “I’m freeing her. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

The bathroom door to the men’s washroom in Insomnia is locked. No one’s going to come in anyway, because Hyunjin had hypnotized a bouncer to stop anyone and point at a ‘cleaning’ sign, that didn’t make sense at midnight, but no one was going through the bouncer to find the truth.

Hyunjin has you propped up on the bench of sinks, fangs deep into your thigh. You moan throatily while he drinks from you. Each pull of his swallow, each splash of your blood on his tongue, is like a lap to your clit or a pass over your g-spot. A vampire’s bite is orgasmic. Otherwise, how’d they get their prey so weak and willing?

Felix is leaning his back against the entry door, the underside of his boot pressed there, propping his leg up. His eyes drink in your half naked form. The way you moan for Hyunjin is music to his ears. 

His thirst for you has always been part carnal and part bloody. Hyunjin said your blood always tasted the sweetest. But you’d be damned if you let Felix’s fangs puncture you--the same you deny of his cock.

Blood drips to the floor and Felix licks his lips. “Hyunjin,” the younger vampire says in warning to not suck you dry.

Hyunjin leans back on the balls of his feet, licking his lips gratuitously. “Fuck, sometimes I can’t stop myself.”

Your fingers card through Hyunjin’s silky hair. “Tonight is the end of everything.”

Hyunjin backs up to where Felix is standing. “Just watch the show.”

“Tonight the sky crashes down on chicken little’s head,” You say with a giggle.

“Wait, I thought you said she spoke prophecy?” Felix frowns.

“Isn’t it glorious?” Hyunjin says reverently. 

“Tonight the lover’s fall from the tower,” You moan.

Your eyes are blown as if you’re higher than a kite but it is simply the way your body reacts when you spill your blood. Your fingers run through your blood on your thigh and before either vampire can stop you, you run your fingers through your wet pussy lips. 

“Three will become one,” You cry out and then you collapse like a ragdoll.

Hyunjin zooms and then he catches you before you can fall from the sink. “You tell such pretty stories, my love.”

Felix scratches the back of his head, moving towards where Hyunjin is holding you by the sinks. “I thought she’d …like… give us winning numbers to the lotto or the name of a dog to bet on at a race. What the hell did she say? Chicken little?”

Hyunjin smirks, hefting you in his arms, bridal style. “You didn’t follow?” 

“Hyunjin, I can never follow your own madman ravings, how the hell do you think?--” 

Felix's words are muffled as the older slants his lips against Felix’s suddenly. Hyunjin’s  tongue pushes in so that Felix can taste your blood on his tongue.

Hyunjin breaks the kiss to explain. “Tonight, we fuck her. Then you bite her. Then she becomes your Renfield. Then we are together forever, the three of us.”

You whine, pressed between both of their chests as Hyunjin kissed Felix. 

“You want it, don’t you, pretty?” Hyunjin coos at you.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you snuggle into his body. “Jinnie.”

“Show him, my love. Show Felix how wet you are, hmm?” 

Hyunjin backs up, shifting you in his arms easily with his supernatural strength. Your back is to his chest, as his hands cup underneath your thighs. Your pussy is revealed to Felix. The wetness there drips lewdly to the floor, much like how your blood still was. 

“Show her how much you adore her,” Hyunjin whispers conspiratorily to his current partner in crime.

Felix kneels down at Hyunjin’s feet, his face now level with your wet cunt. Hyunjin takes one more step, forcing Felix’s face into your pussy. Felix groans, unable to hold back and dives into your cunt. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Only Hyun--” Your back arches and you cry out as Felix sucks on your clit heavily. 

“Smother him, my love. Make him breathe only your pussy.” Hyunjin licks the shell of your ear. 

You moan loudly as Felix’s tongue starts to lap at your clit, his tongue piercing providing an alternating texture from his rough tongue. One of your hands curls into the nape of Hyunjin’s neck and the other smooths into Felix’s scalp, tugging as you buck into his tongue. 

“Do you taste her blood on her pussy lips, Lixie? Doesn’t she taste like the fountain of youth?” Hyunjin casts his head back and laughs maniacally. “Isn’t it addicting?”

Felix has lost all sense of himself. All he knows is his tongue needs to explore your cunt and he needs you to come on his face. His muffled noises of pleasure attempt to pull you from your lust-clouded mind. 

“No, no you’re using me!” You struggle in Hyunjin’s hold. “You know what my blood does to vampires!”

Hyunjin giggles, burying his face into your hair, only to inhale sharply. “He’ll fuck you like a werewolf in a rut. Gone Over Wolf, we’ll call it.”

“Fuck, Felix,” You whine, lost again to the climax curling in your lower stomach. 

Felix moans into your cunt as you tug on his hair to pull him off of you but the vibrations from the moans--not to mention the deep noise of the moans--causes you to whimper. 

“Felix and I will fuck your wet cunt together and we’ll all be joined then, won’t we, my love?” Hyunjin says in a sing-song voice. “You’ll be so dumb with pleasure.”

“Hyunjin,” You say with a raw voice and then you come, convulsing in Hyunjin’s tight hold. 

Felix lets you hump his face, spreading your wetness all over his face as you ride out your climax. Then he sits back on the floor. His palms support him flat on the tiles and his legs are spread. And there, right dead center on his pants, is a wet spot.

Hyunjin releases your leg one by one and then wraps an arm firmly around your waist to keep you upright. “Look what you did. Look at the power you have over him!” Hyunjin’s other free hand squishes your cheeks together and forces you to gaze down at Felix. “You made him come untouched, my love.”

“I…” Felix does not look like he’s ashamed of his state. “You can’t give me a taste of heaven and then close the gates on me. Please.”

This crazy merry-go-round was fucked up. Felix was addicted to you and you are addicted to Hyunjin. And Hyunjin was simply a man with a broken mind with brief moments of sanity who thought that being bonded to Felix would ensure that you wouldn’t die in his crashing plane of a life; some part of him didn’t want to take you down with him. 

Your tears well up. You loved Hyunjin. You didn’t think you could live without him. Why would he condemn you to a life without him?

Your tears splash against Hyunjun’s hands. He lets go of your cheeks and turns you around in his hold. “Tears, Idle Tears. Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.”

“Don’t you wax poetic to me, my love,” You sniffle.

“Don’t hurt, Felix,” Hyunjin counters. “He’s still hard, look.”

“Hyunjin,” you scowl.

“Let your pussy lips part for me like rose petals on a thorny stem,” Hyunjin cajoles you with his insane rhetoric. “Let his cock give you a lovely burn. Let his blood be your lifeline. Let us share you, my love.”

“Please.” Felix grabs fistfuls of your skirt, practically begging at your feet. “Please,” he repeats again, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

“I’ve given Felix a kiss and Felix has kissed you. I think it’s time you give me a kiss, pretty,” Hyunjin attempts to win you over by overloading your senses. 

“I love you so fucking much,” You whisper as you tip your head and push up on your toes for a searing kiss. 

Hyunjin’s jaw drops so that you can plunge your tongue in his mouth. Those sensual lips of his that you have seen just last night around someone’s liver slanted across yours in a dance that you could live centuries in. 

It’s during this deep kiss that you feel the fists in your skirt release and smooth up your hips. Felix’s blunt nails dig a little into your stomach and you gasp into Hyunjin’s mouth. The elder vampire chuckles and breaks the kiss. 

“He needs you, pretty,” Hyunjin whispers against your lips.

You look down to see Felix’s mouth open and his tongue stuck out.

“Remember what I said earlier?” Hyunjin’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Do it.”

Your heart is pitter-pattering in your chest as  you turn in Hyunjin’s hold once again to face Felix. Hyunjin peeks over your shoulder to watch the show. He knows you’ll do whatever he asks of you because you’ve always done exactly what he asks of you. He was your addiction. 

You gather spit in your mouth and let it slowly drop down in a long string. When it lands on Felix’s tongue, he groans and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Whatever you give to him tonight will be just like that. He’s had a taste of your blood. He will love it all. He’s a puppy, an eager one, just for you,” Hyunjin says to you. 

“I don’t want him to be mine,” You say with disdain.

“He is yours nonetheless, my love,” Hyunjin informs you. 

“I will lie down on this floor,” Felix says after swallowing your spit. “I won’t make a noise. I will cut my jugular for you to drink from. What do you want from me, my Renfield?”

Your lips tighten into a firm line. You didn’t know why it was so important to do this now but you’ll do it. 

You put a firm hand on Felix’s shoulder and push him to the ground. He watches you with big eyes. “When the two join as one, they must be joined joyously, and in agreement. To meet a height of gloriousness to bring upon the good spirits into the bond.”

Hyunjins groans from above you. “Why do you sound so hot when you tell me how to be a vampire?”

“That’s because you’re crazy, love,” You say back.

Hyunjin giggles. “Touché, my love.”

You reach for Felix’s jeans and begin to undo them. “Are you in rut, pup?” You ask as you wrap your hand around his length. 

Felix’s jaw tightens and he makes a loud noise in the back of his throat. “Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

“Do you need me?” Your grip around his length tightens at the base of his erection, causing Felix to half groan, half yell. 

“I don’t think I’ve been this hard,” Felix admits. The tendons in his neck strain as your hand stays in one spot.

You lean down, your arm trapped between both your bodies. “Tell me the truth. This is from Hyunjin’s kiss, isn’t it?”

“It has always been the three of us,” Felix avoids directly agreeing. “It should have always been the three of us.”

You roll your eyes and sit up. “Jinnie, can you be inside of me first?”

Hyunjin snorts. “Can I?”

“Felix is being… difficult.”

“Well, he wouldn’t if he knew what paradise was awaiting his dick,” Hyunjin mutters. 

Still, the brunette drops to his knees behind you. He doesn’t need the stimulation, and neither do you, but still Hyunjin’s painted-nail fingers slide over your rib cage and cup your breasts. You didn’t bother with a bra and the thin shirt over your boobs doesn’t do a good job of being a barrier between you and your boyfriend. 

“If I were you, Lixie, I’d be getting my cock deep inside of her so that I could wrap my tongue around her nipple. And if you’re a really good vampire, you could bite her from her breast. Then you can suckle from her tit like this for the rest of your unnatural lives.”

You raise an eyebrow at Felix. It was his job to admit to what you wanted to hear. 

Felix stares directly into your eyes as he says, “I want to feel my dick slide against his inside of you.”

You smile so happily that Felix’s heart skips a beat. He would gladly admit to any of his faults if that meant you would be pleased with him. He was tired of being the third wheel; he wanted to be a part of you two. 

“Come on, pretty, let’s make Lixie happy then, hmmm?” Hyunjin purrs.

You rub your lips together as you feel the head of Hyunjin’s cock rub against your folds. You lean forward slightly so that Hyunjin can slide right into you. You close your eyes as your eyebrows furrow as he fills you up. His dick wasn’t the one you were worried about, however. 

You begin to pump Felix’s cock in your hand and the vampire below you cries out. “I’m a good puppy,” Felix starts to babble. “I’m yours, I’m yours, please let me in? It fucking hurts how much I want to be inside of you, against him. I need it. I need it more than I need blood and oxygen right now. Fuck. Let me in!”

You brace yourself above Felix, spitting into your hand before bringing it back to Felix’s cock and rubbing it along his length. Then you bring his length to be just in front of Hyunjin’s and you cry out at the stretch as Felix enters you.

“Oh fuck, that’s the stuff,” Hyunjin shouts. 

He begins to rock into you, causing you and Felix to cry out in unison. Hyunjin chuckles at the results. 

“Pretty babies,” Hyunjin says reverently. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“Hyun--jin,” You pant as Felix is still making his way inside of you. “Wait--”

“There’s no stopping now,” Hyunjin grunts, continuing to fuck into you. 

“Fuck,” You moan. “Fe-felix, move! Damn you.”

Felix pushes in as Hyunjin receeds and the slide of the two of them in you is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. The two cockheads pounding into you alternatively makes you clench down and the two men inside of you whimper. 

“Eat up my cock, my love,” Hyunjin hisses. One of his hands is on your shoulder and another on your hip. “I love when you suck me in like you never want me to ever pull out.”

“Felix, bite your finger,” Hyunjin commands out of the blue.

“Hu-huh?” Felix stutters, barely able to comprehend anything other than his cock’s pleasure right now. 

“When we come, the blood sharing has to be at the same time,” You speak for your boyfriend. “He wants you to cut your finger and stick it in my mouth. He wants you to think of me on your cock every time I feed from you.”

“O-oh.” Felix hisses as his cock slides deliciously against Hyunjin’s. “I can--oh god--do that!”

“Are you gonna let him bite your boob, babe?” Hyunjin ponders.

“Only if you let me get a matching bite tattoo of your teeth on the side of my heart,” You whine.

Hyunjin’s fingers poke at the barely-healed scars of his last bite on you. “Haven’t I left enough scars on you?”

“Never enough,” You whisper back. 

You cup Felix’s head and guide it to your breast. With each jolt, each thrust of Hyunjin and Felix, your soft breasts sway tantalizingly towards Felix and his plush mouth. 

“Hyunjin, you’re gonna have to--quickly, I think I’ll come without his bite, please!” You hurry Hyunjin.

“Oh, I’ll come when I see him biting you and you sucking on his bloody finger,” Hyunjin promises. 

You give a curt nod to Felix and he brings his finger to your mouth. His blood wets your lips and you fight the instincts to catch it on your tongue. Felix bares his teeth, his canine’s elogating, and then you feel two piercings right on the swell of your right tit. Felix shoves his finger in your mouth and you suck on it hard, letting the copper tang mingle along your taste buds. 

Everything happens at once.

You come, hard, and you go blind with a red film.

Felix comes, his noises of pleasure muffled by your breast.

Hyunjin comes so loudly, it sounds painful. 

And then you realize what the red film is: Hyunjin’s blood.

“Get the fuck off of her!” Chan shouts gutterly. 

The vampire hunter pulls back Hyunjin from behind you. Hyunjin stares up at Chan with wide eyes, a surprised smile pulling at his lips. “Long time no see!”

“You bastard!” Chan curses. 

He aims his other hand crossbow and only by the grace of Minho hitting the crossbow up and diverting the cross bow’s path higher up, does it miss Hyunjin’s heart. It joins the other arrow at his shoulder, the one Chan shot earlier in Hyunjin’s back. 

“Don’t kill him!” Minho shouts, “What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong me?” Chan frowns heavily. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“...lix?” Jisung says Felix’s name like he’s a long lost friend. 

“Jisung?” Felix blurs for a second. He goes from being prostrate on the ground to standing in front of you. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“We’re here to stop you guys,” Changbin says gruffly. He is scratching the back of his neck. “You’re not killing anyone tonight.”

“Give her to me, Felix,” Chan commands. He puts his hand out and then makes a come-hither gesture. 

“I can’t. We’re bonded.”

“What?” Jisung shouts in confusion. “I thought--”

“You sick fuck.” Chan holsters his dual crossbows, grabs a handful of Hyunjin’s shirt and then punches the vampire. “You bonded her to Felix?!”

“Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posie. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down,” Hyunjin sings before collapsing into giggles. 

“Don’t you hurt him!” You scream.

Felix has his arms around your waist, holding you from running to Hyunjin’s side. He’s stronger than you by a long shot but that doesn’t stop you from struggling in his hold. “Let go of me Felix, right fucking now, I swear to God--”

Chan stands in front of Hyunjin, firmly blocking your view of your boyfriend. Chan smiles through his tears. “Sweetheart.”

“How dare you hurt him? Hyunjin, are you okay? Why did you let him punch you?” You ignore Chan and speak to Hyunjin instead.

Hyunjin moves his jaw, bringing his fingers to his face, gingerly touching where Chan punched him. “She’s mine, you know. She’s bonded to Felix so you didn’t accidentally kill me and kill her, but that doesn’t stop her from being completely mine.”

“You did always play dirty to get what you wanted,” Chan spat.

“It could have been us!” Hyunjin screams. “All you had to do was share, was that too much to ask?” he adds a little bit more quietly.

“She was mine first!” Chan shouts back. “Of course it was too much to ask!”

It was silent until you broke it.

“What the fuck are you two talking about?”

You’re no longer struggling in Felix’s hold. You turn in his hold. “Felix?”

“You were mine,” Chan sniffles. Tears are pouring down his cheeks. “We were all friends, once.”

Your face screws up in utter confusion. “No. I remember every single moment of that. I don’t know who you are.”

“We were all clubbing when we found a vampire's nest.” Chan’s shoulders are trembling as he sobs silently. “I turned them down when the ancient vampires pointed to me, saying I was worthy, strong enough to be a vampire. Hyunjin pushed forward to offer himself instead, dragging Felix along with him. He knew this was his chance to take you. He had always coveted you and he knew Felix wanted you too.”

Felix’s grip on you loosened in response to his clear guilt. “Chan--”

Chan sends a cutting glamce to Felix. He refused to hear an apology from the younger vampire's lips. “No, I knew all along, I knew both of you wanted her. But I never knew you’d both go to such lengths to take her from me.”

Hyunjin laughs and coughs. “If you two were meant to be, how could we take her away?”

Chan turns around to hit Hyunjin but your hands wrap around his arm, stopping him.

“No!” You cry out. 

Chan’s in clear pain, his head tilting as he gazes down at you. “It’s not real what you feel for him, Sweetheart.”

You shake your head. “Don’t call me that.”

You let go of Chan’s hand and kneel down before Hyunjin. “Tell me he’s lying.”

Hyunjin cups your head with one hand. “Of course he’s lying. You’ve always been mine, pretty.”

Minho makes a noise of disgust in the back of his throat. “Your mind broke when they turned you, Hyunjin. You weren’t strong enough. Your mind broke when you realized they refused to turn her for you. Then you hypnotized her into feeling the twisted love she has for you. Then you made her forget about Chan. About us.”

“The sweet blood must always be protected,” Jisung whispers.

“Sweet blood?” 

“When you’re cut, you see the future,” Chan supplies. His voice sounds empty and desolate. “It was my job to protect you, to make sure you never got hurt and instead…”

Changbin tries to put a hand on Chan’s shoulder but he shrugs it off. He sends a glare towards Hyunjin. “Instead I condemned you to a life of spilling your blood and shortening your life. For every time you look into the future, you lose time off your lifeline.”

“That’s why she’s bonded with Felix now!” Hyunjin shouts. “I thought of everything, you idiot! It’s perfect now!”

“Hyunjin?” Your voice sounds wobbly, unsure. 

“Love, love, love is all you need,” Hyunjin sings. 

“If I’m an idiot then why are you dead?”

Hyunjin’s body jumps as a crossbow whistles through his heart. He smiles softly to you and then his body bursts into ashes. 

“No!” You scream and throw yourself on top of the pile of ashes. “Nononononono,” You sob. “I love you, Hyunjin, I love you! Why? Why did you leave me?”

Chan puts his hand out, to stop any of the other vampire hunters from moving. “It'll take a moment. Just wait.”

With Hyunjin dead, his spell on you should have died too. 

Except you continued to cry into the ground, beating your fist on the tile. 

Felix shoots a look at Chan before he gathers you up. “I think… I think you foresaw Hyunjin’s death, pretty. I think he knew he was dying tonight. I think--”

You slap him. “Are you saying this is my fault?”

“What happened tonight is no one’s fault except for Hyunjin’s,” Minho clucks his tongue in disappointment.

“No vampire will ever bleed you ever again on my watch,” Chan vows. 

“What have you done?” You stare up at Chan as if he's burned your world down around you.

Chan can’t keep your gaze. The utter heartbreak in your eyes kills him worse than his self-torture. “I’ve saved you. I can’t do anything about how short your life is now but I plan to make up for every minute I’ve lost being with you.” he says gruffly.

“All that training, all that hunting,” Jisung whispers. “You said we were going to save them. You said we’d save them all.”

“You're kidding yourself if you thought Chan wasn't going to kill Hyunjin when we found them. The only reason Felix isn't dead is because his death would be the end of hers,” Changbin explains.

“You are more evil than Hyunjin ever was,” You sob. “At least Hyunjin loved me enough to protect me. What have you ever done?”

Chan looks absolutely dumbfounded by your statement. You…actually genuinely loved Hyunjin. Even with your memory back, the clear contempt in your eyes said that you saw him as the villain tonight.

And Chan would have to live with that title for the rest of his life.

🖤Author's Note Post Fic: i just wanted to clarify, in case anyone was confused and i was being too subtle. You (the reader) are under the impression that vampires have an orgasmic bite/venom in their fangs. you only get bitten by hyunjin so that's the pretty lie he's told you. but in fact, when you are cut, you go into an euphoric phase where you speak prophecy. when you speak it, you forget that you did it. hyunjin knows this but keeps it hidden from you because his crazy mind thinks its the bee's knees so to speak. and he doesn't want your mind trying to break out of his hypnotism, nor your mind to break once you figure out your past, what he's done etc. hyunjin likes you sane to his crazy. I hope this clarifies things 🙂

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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

Genre: Slight smut and angst

Warnings: Dirty talk, mentions of alcohol. age gap. Kirk is 35 / you are 22 Strong language. Some violence-

Setting: Mid to late 90s. Reload era. Kirk having his peircing and shit.

Summary: You and Kirk have been on and off with each other for awhile. You guys aren't exactly together but he can still get jealous when another man decides to hit on you. A slight argument breaks out and one thing lead to another, he's making you squirt aggressively.

Rockstar!reader

It was end of the vma's and was time to hit the after party. We were in New York and won music video of the year. It had my heart in so much unnecessary anxiety about if my band was going to win that grand award or not. The overthinking was off my shoulders and all I cared about was getting to those damn parties. Our band was currently in a limo, and the members had bought girls on board. I didn't really care for her as she was touching and caressing my body. I was uninterested.

The only girl I wanted was the lead singer from the new band, RozariE. The first time she caught my attention was when I was back at home having mtv music videos play, as I occupied myself cleaning my guitars. The singer was so mesmerizing and so fucking sexy. She was everything I looked for in a woman. I watched her band perform and the way she wore her stage outfit had me shaking my head. I couldn't handle it...and it honestly pissed me off.

I thought about the first time we met, first time we kissed, fucked..it was all surreal. She was mine but it was hard for me to call her such things as their manager tend to be overprotective of the girls. He had all right to be but fuck. We never properly discussed what we were but the amount of times we would see each other...110% of the time sex was involved mostly-as if we were just friends with benefits and nothing more.

But tonight, I wanted that changed. We finally arrived to the destination and thankfully the girl took the hint. We all got out the limo and walked into the club. Music blasting of the newest pop hits. Every celebrity from the vma's was here, getting high and drunk out their fucking minds. Everyone dancing the night away letting lose and being carefree.

The band eventually went their separate ways and I went to the bar to order myself a quick drink to start my night. I leaned against the bar looking at the crowded area and my eyes landed on her. She had an outfit change and damn it-i wanted to rip that expensive fabric right off. She was wearing a short black dress-silk I assume how the light reflected off it and some classic black leather boots that goes up to her knees.

I was having the time of my life just watching my prey from afar...until someone came in the picture. A random club goer started dancing and touching up on her. I didn't react too soon, but I had my glare on him. Her arms went around his neck and now I was watching them kiss right in front of me.

I nearly broke the glass from squeezing it too hard but eventually let it go before cutting myself up. I finished my drink; leaving the cup behind as I sped walked towards them. Without much thinking, I punched the guy in the face. People were to fucking drunk to notice and it was fine by me. He was knocked out cold and soon felt a sting on my cheek. She slapped me.

"What the hell Kirk!"

I didn't say a word to her but dragged her out to a more private area..also ignoring the fact she was hitting the shit out of me on my arm. I let her go and now we were standing face to face.

"Care to explain what the fuck you were doing?" I nearly raised my voice.

"Uhm!! having fun? That's what 20 year olds do!-"

"Kissing him shouldn't be a fucking option, actually kissing anyone that isn't me isn't an option (name)"

"Excuse me? last time I checked- we aren't fucking together? You shouldn't even think twice of what I do!"

That was my green light. I wanted her to myself. I smashed my lips against hers and felt her recipricate. I pulled her closer and her arms were rightfully around my neck. I pulled away dragging her to a random room and it wasn't all that great. It was a supply closet but all I needed was to do something quick with her.

I locked the closet door and she eagerly pulled me back for that kiss. I touched her all over her body; feeling her soft skin. I wasn't going to fuck her here...no. I wanted to wait until we were back at the hotel. I slipped my hands in her panties and felt her already so wet.

"Sweetheart. You're so wet. I didn't do much but touch your pretty body of yours. Let me take care of you.."

She whimpered softly as i made little circles on her clit. I connected my lips with her neck, sucking and leaving marks on her skin. Soon enough, I inserted my ring and middle finger into her. I wasted no time for her to process as I began to finger her aggressively. She was a whining and moaning mess just how I like it with her.

"Fuck..."

"You like that huh? My princess. You're mines only. You got that sweet thing" I whispered in her ear, biting her lobe afterwards." I had no intention of stopping whatsoever but I knew I was sending her over the edge. "You were thinking about me were you? Say yes.."

"Yes..fuck" She moaned out. Her hands went down to my wrist but I smacked it away. I was in need of wanting to taste her but I knew it'll end up with me ramming my cock into her. "Kirk...baby- i'm gonna cum-"

"Cum baby. Cum all over my fingers like the slut you are." She did just that. Squirting all over my hands and some of my clothes. She was spilling all over the place and I couldn't help but chuckle. I soon stopped, sliding my fingers out to rub her clit again slowly. We ghosted each others lips letting her bite my bottom lip.

"Listen here sweetheart. I want you to come to my hotel tonight because we are not finished. I don't fucking care what your manager says, you understand me?"

"Yes sir."

"You're mine and will always be mine. Don't touch no one else..you hear me? Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir..."

"Good girl. Now, let's get you cleaned up and leave this mess for someone else~"

a/n: I seriously hope yall like this, if not, I could always rewrite it of course.

dividers: cr to owners

[your-resident-boat-person]

I'm building a catamaran-style steampunk crane vessel based on sort of a 1920s ocean liner style. Any recommendations to better understand the internals and layout of the ship?

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS and I'm DEEPLY sorry it took this long to respond.

So, the thing about the 1920s in regards to ocean liners is that it was a VERY strange era. Almost everything ocean liner related ceased during World War 1, and none of the existing liners were back in service until around 1920 or 1921. The “newest” liners by this point were 10 years old, and it was the Balan trio: Imperator (now Berengaria), Vaterland (now Leviathan) and Bismarck (now Majestic). They were German liners, and they were handed over to the US and Britain as war reparations. They were renamed and renovated to varying Degrees. Majestic was virtually untouched, and Vaterland was basically a brand new ship after the renovations. The first new “big players” on the Atlantic were the Bremen and the Europa, from 1928. They're much more associated with the 30s, though. So, in regards to stylings, most 1920s ocean liners were extremely reminiscent of the 1910s. And one of the most beloved ships of the 1920s was the RMS Olympic, sister to Titanic. So, in regards to your questions, here is what I think would work best.

First, to get a good idea of the interior decor and layout of a ship from this era, I would recommend downloading the free demo of Titanic: Honor and Glory. Titanic was almost identical to Olympic, and had she not sunk, she would have served through the 20s alongside her. So this will give you a really good perspective on what a passenger would experience on one of these voyages. Getting to walk around and explore these areas in first person will give you a really good perspective on what you're looking for. Furthermore, in terms of construction and design, Olympic and Titanic are very similar to the RMS Baltic, RMS Cedric, RMS Celtic, and RMS Adriatic, which all entered service between 1901 and 1907. So exploring Titanic will give you a really good idea of how most White Star liners were laid out and decorated between 1900 and 1930. All White Star liners were also built by the same company, Harland and Wolf, so it makes sense that they're all so similar. The only thing to remember is that Olympic and Titanic are about twice the size of most other White Star Liners, and much more extravagant. If you want a good idea of how the smaller liners were decorated, I'd recommend just looking up “(ship name) interior” on Google or something. Along with these liners, I'd also recommend looking into the Cunard liners, like Lusitania, Mauretania, Carmania, Caronia, Aquitania, etc. These ships were built by many different ship yards, and the interiors were designed by totally different people, so these ships are much more diverse in terms of styling and Decor. Lusitania and Mauretania, for example, barely resemble each other on the inside. They're sisters, so they have the same rooms and deck plans, but Lusitania Was full of bright white plaster with gold accents, and Mauretania was paneled in lots of dark wood. None of the ships I have mentioned thus far were scrapped until the mid 30s, so they all served between 1920 and 1929.

So here's my list Of the liners most popular between 1920 and 1929, in no particular order:

RMS Olympic (1911)

RMS Mauretania (1907)

RMS Aquitania (1914)

RMS Berengaria/SS Imperator (1913)

SS Leviathan/SS Vaterland (1914)

RMS Majestic/SS Bismarck (1914)

RMS Adriatic (1907)

Now, what I said above is how to do it in a historically accurate way. However, lots of people associate the 1920s with art deco, even though the art deco movement in decor didn't kick off until the 30s. Another good resource for the interior layout of ocean liners of this era is the RMS Queen Mary, currently docked permanently in long Beach California, serving as a floating hotel. She was built in the 30s, but many passengers remarked that her layout was remarkably similar to the RMS Aquitania of 1914, even if the decor was completely different. If you can't go to California, I'd recommend looking up a tour on YouTube. Her art deco interiors are GORGEOUS. The most famous and prominent Art Deco liners were The Queen Mary, Queen Elizabeth, Normandie, and Caronia (not the one from 1905, this one was built in the late 40s and they share a name), and I'd also reccomend looking into the Bremen and Europa. They came a bit before art deco became popular, but they still featured a lot of the decor that would ultimately Popularize art deco.

Thank you SO much for your ask. If you have any more questions or need more detailed advice, PLEASE reach out to me! Send another ask or a DM! I love helping people with this kind of stuff!

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9 people you want to know better tag game

Thanks for the tag @hobbitwrangler ! I loved seeing your answers! Finrod/Bëor for the win!

Three ships: Aegnor/Andreth (Silmarillion-ish), Théoden/Ioreth (LOTR; dearly deactivated Brigwife used to talk about this one and I’m still waiting for that fic!); Roman and Geri (Succession 😬)

First ship: Fox Robin Hood and Fox Maid Marian

Last song: Alone by Heart (Ann Wilson, rock goddess♥️♥️♥️)

Last movie: Mad Max Furiosa (review: not bad)

Currently reading: Re-read of Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

Currently watching: It’s been a long week, so old episodes of Bob Ross: Joy of Painting. So zen.

Currently eating: It’s red plum season!

Currently craving: Chocolate water ice (I think that’s a nonsensical phrase to much of the country/world but I promise you it means something in the American mid-Atlantic)

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Meddle About (e.w x reader)

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warning: SMUT (MDNI), severe language, homophobia, getting high, use of the d-slur (only 2 times) and slüt shaming. This is very rough so read at your own risk.

Semi-Proofread

p.s: yes, this is inspired by “Meddle About” by Chase Atlantic.

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It was fucking smelly. The air that surrounded the bar smelled like sex, alcohol, and weed. But what do you expect from a place like this right?

You dressed up. You were with your friends and you were having the time of your life. You had just gotten broken up with, and you wanted to have fun instead of crying the shit out of your eyes in the darkest corner of your room. You won’t be vulnerable, not this time atleast. You wanted to look hot, and you wanted to get lucky. You were just waiting for the right hot guy that would get you on your fucking knees. But ofcourse, you just had to get the creepy ones.

“Hey pretty lady.” A man around his mid 20s hollered at you. Standing close to you as you were sat in the front-bar, waiting for your drink. You looked at him and smiled, clearly not interested. He wasn’t your type, he looked high and busted as shit. “What is a fine woman doing here all alone?” The man said leaning against the counter, looking at you closely. He furrowed his eyebrows, not getting the attention he wanted. “Look, i’m just here for a fun time. Yeah? Come on dance with me.” He said nudging your shoulder as you pulled your hands away. “No thank you.” You said nonchalantly. “Look, you’re lucky enough that i’m hitting on you right now. You came here looking like a slut and you don’t expect to get hit on? Come on now.” He laughed putting a hand on your waist, a tight grip that you couldn’t get yourself out of. You resisted, screaming as you tried to pull away from his touch.

Then suddenly, you felt the firm grip fade away. The absence leaving you shocked as you looked down seeing the man on the floor, caressing his head as he got hit on the face. You looked beside you as you saw a very attractive young woman. Her eyebrows furrowed, her fists clenched, and strands of her auburn-hair lost on her face. “She said no. Leave her the fuck alone, man.” The auburn-haired girl spoke. Venom laced with her tone as she glared at the guy ass-flat on the floor. “Who the fuck are you?” The man stood up, walking face-to-face with the auburn-haired girl. You were terrified, but really amused at how the girl didn’t even flinch when he moved closer to her. “Don’t fucking even move an inch close to my woman ever again.” The girl said grabbing your arm, tempting to walk out. “WHAT ARE YOU? SOME DYKE?” The man screamed. You gulped as you felt the girl stop in her tracks, turning around and rushing to the man. Pointing her fingers at him. “The fuck did you just say?” Bouncers immediately rushed to the scene, pulling off the woman who was beating up the poor man.

“Come. The name’s Ellie.” Ellie smiled at you as she grabbed your hand, leading you outside of the bar. The cold air hit you face as Ellie slammed the door open, clearly pissed with her current encounter. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I saw you from afar and you were clearly so uncomfortable.” The light shined on her face, you observed every single detail she had. Her eyebrows slit, her mouth a little red and plump because of the punches thrown, and her freckles that were placed neatly against her cheeks. “Thank you.” You said weakly, your body still in shock from the attempted assault. “I could leave you alone right now. But I really don’t want to. You seem scarred.” Ellie spoke, hesitation evident as she was rubbing her nape. Embarassed of the way she introduced herself to you.

“Please stay just for a bit.” You smiled, sitting at the curb in front of the bar. “Sure.” Ellie said sitting beside you. You both sat in silence a bit. Relaxing as the cold air blew in your direction. You heard the noises of shuffling. You looked beside you as you saw Ellie placed a cigar between her lips, lighting it up as she took a long drag. “Here, this will make it better.” She said taking the cigar out of her lips and passing it over to you. “Thanks” You said taking it out of her hands, taking an exaggerated drag yourself. For what it’s worth, it did really help though. “This tastes fucking amazing.” You commented, earning a laugh from Ellie. “I mean cigars does taste amazing especially when you’re stressed.” You nodded. Scootching closer to Ellie, “You just called me your woman earlier.” You said as Ellie’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I thought he would stop if I told him that we were together. But he just took that chance to be homophobic.” Ellie clicked her tongue. “Fucking bigots.” You laughed as you gave her the cigar, “Now it’s your turn.” You huffed. “I have something better?” Ellie leaned back, her hands supporting her from behind as she swayed her head over to your direction. You raised your eyebrows. “What’s that?”

“Follow me.” Ellie stood up enthusiastically. Clearly excited. “How do I know that you’re not some human-trafficker?” You spoke, clearly doubtful if you should really trust a woman that you had just met 30 minutes ago. “I guess you’ll never know.” Ellie smirked, eventually stopping as she realized that you took that seriously. “Oh- God no. I’m not don’t fucking worry. Here.” Ellie said throwing you a bag of rolled weed that came out of her car. Your eyes widened. “Oh, this shit’s good.” You smirked as Ellie leaned at the trunk of her car. “I know.” Ellie said taking a roll for herself.

“Here” she said lighting yours with her own. “So, what brings you here? Not that i’m trying to pry.” Ellie mumbled, holding eye-contact with you as she took a long drag of the weed. You smiled as you took a drag yourself. “I just got broken up with. Wanted to have some fun. You?” You stated. Putting on a facade that you weren’t negatively affected by the circumstances. “If i’m being completely transparent.. Tryna fuck. You know how it is.” Ellie chuckled. You froze, feeling the heat raise from your body to your cheeks. “Uh-oh. That got you fucked up didn’t it?” Ellie asked, walking closer to you. Stopping with only an inch apart from you two. “Oh please” You uttered sarcastically, the rolled cannabis still in between your lips. Ellie laughed as she threw her rolled goods on the ground and stomped on it. You looked at her with confusion. You gasped as her two fingers got in between the paper, pulling it out of your lips and now putting it in between hers. “It tastes a lot better with your lipstick on it.” Ellie said. “You know what tastes a lot better?” You giggled. Slowly wrapping your arms around her neck. “Yeah? What?” Ellie inhaled, taking a long drag once again. You bit your lip, feeling Ellie’s hands snake around your waist. You leaned closer, whispering in Ellie’s ear. “Me” you stated, kissing Ellie’s ears. Ellie scoffed as she pulled you out of her neck as she was now face to face with you. “Open your mouth.” Ellie ordered, you complied. Your mouth shaped in to an ‘O’. Ellie leaned closer, her lips grazing yours as she blew the smoke in to your mouth. You moaned as you inhaled all the smoke, huffing it out once done.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna take you back to my house so we can meddle about. That sounds good?” Ellie suggested, earning an eager nod from you. “Get in” Ellie said, patting your ass. You swiftly walked to her car and got in within a millisecond. Ellie laughed as she followed.

After a few minutes later, you both had arrived. You squeeled as Ellie carried you. You both made out in the process while Ellie tried to blindly get the door unlocked. Not making any time to pull away as your tongue felt so good against hers. A few seconds passed by and you both were finally in the apartment. “Fuck, i’ll take you right here right now.” Ellie groaned as she slammed you against the door. Your faced mushed between the wooden surface. You felt Ellie rip your dress and underwear off, hearing her mutter curses under her breath. “Arch your back, pretty.” You complied, earning a satisfied groan from her. “That’s my fucking girl.” Ellie laughed as her mouth met with your dripping cunt. You both moaned, feeling the effects of the cannabis as you both felt like you were floating and fucking surreal. It made your senses much more conscious, and you both loved it.

You moaned feeling Ellie’s tongue flick inside you, her taking you from behind made you feral. “Tastes so fucking good.” Ellie growled, giving your ass a slap. “Fuck yes, eat it just like that.” You moaned, pushing yourself near her mouth. Grinding yourself on to her face as you felt her nose graze your clit. Ellie reached around, giving you another one of her rolled goods. “Light it up baby. Get yourself high while I fuck you.” You reached for the lighter on the shelf near her door. After you lit it up, you shakily put it in between your mouth. Moaning as you felt Ellie lap up your juices. “Oh fuck” Ellie babbled, completely high of the cannabis and your juices. You moaned, inhaling the smoke that heightened your senses. Sending you over to the edge. “M’ gonna fuck you so good.” You heard Ellie muttered as she slipped a finger in. You exhaled the smoke, grinding yourself harder on to Ellie’s face. “Fuck meeee.. please fuck me.” You whined feeling Ellie’s pace intensify. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you baby?” Ellie mumbled, shaking her head as her way to scatter your juices around her mouth.

“Fuck! Ellie! Just like that please.” You screamed, your voice extremely hoarse. You gasped as you felt Ellie carry you, bringing you over to her bedroom. The rolled cannabis still in between your fingers. “Fuck! What the fuck?!” You screamed as Ellie threw you on to her bed. She laughed as she towered over you. “Give me that.” She said forcefully taking the cannabis off your hands, “Say red if you want me to stop.” Ellie ordered as she began to work on your cunt, dragging the tip of the cannabis on your thighs, burning your skin in the process. “Fuck!” You screamed at the sensation of pain and pleasure, you gripped at her sheets. The way your senses heightened did not help.

Ellie inserted another digit, completely stretching you out as she began to write her name on your thighs with the rolled Cannabis. You looked down seeing the words “Ellie Williams” in a form of a scar. “Fuck, you’re wild.” You breathed, moaning as you saw Ellie’s red puffy eyes stare at you. “Only for you baby.” Ellie said as she stood up, unbuckling her belt along with her pants. Your eyes widened as you saw the strap on, perfectly strapped around her waist. “Like it?” Ellie asked as she towered over you once again. “You really wanted some tonight, didn’t you?” You licked your lips as you looked back at Ellie, hissing as you felt the cannabis burn your waist. “Fuck!” You moaned as your head leaned back on Ellie’s pillows.

Ellie hummed as she softly grazed the tip of her dick against your slit. “Fuck you’re wet. It’s because of the pain isn’t it? Fucking slut.” Ellie scoffed as your juices coated her dick. “Oh please just- please…” You whined as you squirmed under her. Ellie rolled her eyes as she pushed the cannabis against your arms. “Shut the fuck up and wait patiently like the good girl you’re supposed to be.” You gulped. This was going to be a long night.

“Actually” Ellie paused, studying your already fucked-out face. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” Ellie ordered, slowly dragging the tip of the cannabis in between your breast and down to your belly. “I want you to fuck me hard, rough… fucking disrespect me Ellie disrespe- FUCK” You screamed as you felt Ellie pound inside you, the acceleration of her thrusts completely animalistic. “Fuck, you hear those sounds? That’s how much of a fucking whore you are.” Ellie groaned as she shoved the Cannabis near your lips. “Take a hit for me again baby, come on. I want you to act all fucking stupid for me.” You took a long puff, you started sobbing in pleasure as Ellie was abusing your spot. Showing no remorse within her expressions. “Fu-huck… Ellie please slow down!!” You screamed as you reached for her back, leaving your own scars for her to remember.

Ellie shoved further inside you, completely showing her arrogance as she further beaten up your cunt. The sloppy noises growing louder. “Say the word then. Come on. Say it.” Ellie ordered, earning a slap on your face. Interrupting your long puff. “OH FUCK! Oh pleasepleaseplease I can’t take it… IcantIcantIcant.” Your voice was hoarse, it was completely shaky. You weren’t given any chance to breathe. It’s getting hard for you to breathe out. “Just scream it out baby. It’ll be over soon.” Ellie said, her thrusts weren’t changing any rhythm. She was fucking talented. She fucked better than any man you have ever been with.

“Uh…Ho- fuck!” You babbled as you felt her deep inside you. The rolled goods falling from your lips, hitting your skin in the process as it landed on your breasts. Ellie chuckled, completely high and fucked out as she wasn’t able to comprehend or form any sentences. “You’re such a fucking slut, taking this dick like a fucking champ.” Ellie huffed as she slowed down, now focusing on how hard she fucks it in to you.

“I’m gonna… oh my god!” You muttered as you felt Ellie’s lips cup your breast. Her mouth swirling around your sensitive bud as she continued to thrust her way in to you. “Don’t fucking cum until I tell you to.” You gulped. “B-but please… i’m close. Ellie i’m so close…” you begged. “Pathetic. You’re gonna fucking take it or i’ll stop.” Ellie groaned as she gave your ass a hard slap. Leaving her hand mark for you to remember it the day after.

Ellie pulled out, the absence leaving you groaning in frustration. Ellie leaned back on the headboard as she grabbed the cannabis from your breast. “Work for it. Ride this dick.” Ellie looked at you, laughing as you wobbly crawled on to her lap. You positioned yourself as you looked at Ellie, taking a long exaggerated drag. You placed yourself on to the strap as you let your cunt slowly devour the whole entire shaft. “Fuuuckkk..” You whined as you felt yourself bouncing. “S-so good..” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ellie watched you in awe. Completely fucked out.

You started to grind on her, Ellie moaning as the strap grazed on her clit. “Fuck this. Stay still.” You complied as Ellie put out the rolled good and leaving it on her night stand. Ellie held a firm tight grip on your hips, and starting to thrust upward. Fucking up in to you. “FUCK! Ellieee… ELLIE FUCK!” You moaned her name as Ellie’s bed started to creak. The headboard banging on the wall, introducing Ellie to her neighbors. “That’s right. Fuck- say my name.” Ellie groaned as she felt like she was coming undone.

“Scream. ‘Ellie’s so good’. Come on. Scream.” Ellie’s laughter and moans mixed as she was getting off on your moans. “E-ellie’s s-so good!” You screamed as you felt your legs shake and Ellie’s hips stuttering. “Cum with me, alright?” You nodded as you and Ellie’s hips start to move in unison. “Fuck!” You both cursed as your high washed the both of you out. Ellie fell on top of you panting as your vision went black.

The night ended with you and Ellie next to eachother. In the warmth of eachother’s embrace. You never expected the night to end this way, you expected to be in bed with a handsome man right now. But fuck no. You got one even better, you always knew you liked women. And what happened today just proved that right.

The morning after came, you groaned as you felt the pain on your thighs. Seeing Ellie’s faded name on your skin. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, seeing the empty spot next to you. You laughed, thinking that it’s really weird for Ellie to leave a stranger in her own home. You looked over to the side seeing a note and on top of that was the used lit out cannabis from last night.

Off to work. Had a fun night. See you when I see you Ma. Here’s my number: xxxx-xxx-xxxx ❤️

- the dyke you fucked yesterday

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A Chance Encounter (2/3)

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series) Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Implied sexual activity Category: Fluff Word count: 3.3K Series Summary: Ten years before meeting at Edenbrook, Ethan and Sawyer have a chance encounter during spring break.

A/N: Artwork by the incredible @/artbyainna on Instagram.

Chapter Summary: Knowing the odds of ever seeing each other again, Ethan and Sawyer throw caution to the wind and spend a magical night together.

Part One

Part Two: The Hook-Up

January 2023 - Miami, Florida

“And I’m beginning to realize…” Ethan paused, reaching for Sawyer’s wine glass and placing it along with his own on the patio table behind him, “There are some things that are worth any risk.” 

Though it was winter, the cooler Miami temperature was as comfortable as a summer night in Boston. But Ethan wasn’t thinking about home. With the moonlit backdrop of the Atlantic Ocean, a scene from his past began to play out before him. 

When he turned back to Sawyer, he met her hopeful eyes. Reflecting the bright, silver moonlight, they looked just like sea glass.

It had been six months since the mystery woman he met a decade ago in East Hampton, New York found her way back into his life. If Sawyer had any memory of those days at the beach, she had kept it tucked away. When her shaky hand cupped his dark stubbled cheek, Ethan was suddenly desperate to remind her. “Sawyer, I…” 

“I know,” she said softly, never breaking their intense gaze. 

Immense relief coursed through him as he closed his eyes and leaned into her caressing touch. With that long-awaited admission, Ethan’s remaining reservations were drowned out by overwhelming lust for the woman he had dreamt of for years. When his eyes opened again, the dam built of steadfast resolve finally broke.

In an instant, she was finally - after all this time - back in his arms. His mouth covered hers in an intense kiss. He held his lips to hers for many heartbeats, needing to make up for lost time. 

“Dr. Ramsey, you’re–”

“Ethan,” he insisted. There was no need for formality anymore. They no longer had to pretend they were only ever co-workers. Their pact of anonymity became null and void the day Sawyer walked through the doors of Edenbrook Hospital.

Time was a blur as a frenzy of hands and mouths allowed their bodies to become reacquainted. After a clumsy, lip-locked dance across the balcony, Ethan fell back into a cushioned patio chair. Sawyer lowered herself onto his lap and began slowly rocking her hips against his, matching the lapping rhythm of the shore. 

“Sawyer, I’ve never done anything like this. Ever. This is—” He needed her to know he would never take advantage of his position of authority. He would never take advantage of her in any capacity. Hell, it’s why he had kept this memory to himself to begin with. But he could no longer deny their history. Their attraction. Their connection. 

Sawyer stopped him mid-sentence, placing her hand over his pounding heart. She then took his hand and held it between the valley of her breasts, and he completely forgot what he was going to say. Instead, he sighed contentedly. “You… feel amazing.” 

His blonde temptation smiled coyly. “Wait ‘til you feel the rest of me.”

Her confusing words and a perfectly timed chilly gust of ocean breeze released him from her spell. What does she mean by that? Ethan quickly replayed the last few minutes, realizing he may have made an erroneous assumption. When Sawyer said “I know” was she referring to their past or acknowledging their current and undeniable attraction to one another? The jolting thought made him face the harsh realities of their situation yet again. She was an intern. He was her boss. This can’t happen no matter their history.

March 2012 - East Hampton, New York

The day after her best friend's accident, Christian headed into the big city with her employer on official nanny duty. Having stayed behind, Sawyer took the opportunity to walk to town and explore the local shops and eateries. She enjoyed window shopping at high-end stores catering to wealthy vacationers and locals. But wearing cut-off jean shorts, a tank top, and flip-flop sandals, she didn’t dare go inside fearing a “Pretty Woman” scene the moment a salesperson sized her up. 

Deciding it was time for a morning pick-me-up, Sawyer made her way to the crowded Starbucks on the corner. She was about to follow a couple of hoity-toity customers inside when a row of quaint boutiques across the street caught her eye, a little coffee shop nestled between them. She looked both ways before dashing across the bustling thoroughfare, eager to try something different.

The bell on the door rang as she opened it, drawing the attention of several patrons. As Sawyer surveyed the charming and seemingly popular cafe, her face lit up when she saw Ethan at the back of the order line. 

Also excited by the surprise meeting, Ethan let the older woman behind him go first so he could stand next to Sawyer in line.

“I didn't take you for a coffee guy," she greeted.

"I'm a med student, remember? We only function on coffee or energy drinks. I prefer coffee."

“And why this place over that one?” she wondered, tilting her head toward the large bay window. The siren in the middle of the familiar green logo smiled back at them.

“In my experience, local coffee shops have better quality coffee. And they tend to be much quieter. There’s a lesser-known place close to campus where I like to go to study. The owner is from Hawaii and occasionally serves an amazing Kona.”

“In other words, you’re a coffee snob,” she poked fun.

Ethan shrugged unoffended.

The barista took their orders when they reached the counter. “Are these together?”  

“Yes,” they both answered at the same time. 

“Let me,” Sawyer turned to Ethan. “I owe you one for your help yesterday.” 

But Ethan wouldn’t have it. “It’s on me,” he overruled, handing his debit card to the barista.  

Moving out of the way for the next customer, Sawyer thanked him for the coffee. “That was sweet. But I still owe you. I might just have to give you one of those private surf lessons for free," she smiled coyly.

Clearing his throat, "Speaking of… how's the leg?" 

"It's bruised and tender,” she shifted her body to show him. “I found some of that same ointment at the house and rebandaged the big cut this morning."

Ethan nodded satisfied.

Sipping from their to-go cups, they stepped out of the small eatery together. Hoping to extend their time together with a walk home, Ethan asked which direction she was headed. 

Looking down the street, she answered, “I was going to take this way around. I wanted to check out a few more of the sights.”

“Care for some company?” Ethan asked hopefully.

Sawyer couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when she turned her head to respond. “I’d love some.”

Strolling through the village-like setting, they chatted about all sorts of things, especially medical school. With a big decision to make soon, Sawyer wanted to know more about the application process, Ethan’s favorite classes, and his plans after graduation.

“Wait, seriously? I’ve heard of Dr. Banerji! I recently read one of his case studies for my Viruses and Application for Biological Systems class. Wow, I hope things work out and you get the chance to work with him,” Sawyer commented with sincerity.

Spotting a gift shop with tacky tchotchkes and souvenirs, she tugged on his arm to follow her inside. They browsed the displays, making a game of who could find the most ridiculous item. Ethan was determined to outdo himself every time simply to hear her lovely, melodic laughter. He found her minutes later flipping through a rack of novelty t-shirts. Ethan mindlessly flicked through shirts on the opposite side. He found it endearing how she giggled at the silly ones, and more than once their eyes met over the clothing rack, eliciting shy smiles.

When they exited the store, Sawyer handed him a bag. “Here.”

“What’s this?” he furrowed his brow in question.

“Open it,” she instructed.

Ethan pulled a white t-shirt from the bag. The red print said “LIFEGUARD,” and below the cross symbol it said “The Hamptons.” 

“I know it’s cheesy, but I owe you a new shirt and you did come to my rescue,” she explained. 

With a nod of appreciation, “Thanks. You didn’t need to do this,” he said, tucking the shirt back into the bag. 

As they trekked through the neighborhood, their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, like they could share anything and everything without hesitation. Sawyer made him smile often with her carefree playfulness and gentle teasing. Not an easy feat if you ask those who knew him well. Likewise, Ethan made her laugh, even snort a few times, with his dry humor and quick wit. They walked just inches apart, their hands brushing together so many times it no longer felt accidental. 

It felt like they had been walking and talking for hours, but it all came to an end too soon when they reached his driveway.

“Thanks for the coffee and company.” She looked nervously at her feet before continuing, “It sucks that you’re leaving tomorrow. Maybe we can–”

"Hey! Is that you, Gidge?” Tobias interrupted as he came outside to unload party supplies from his Jeep. “I see you've met Moondoggie here.”

"What the hell are you talking about, Carrick?" Ethan glared at him. 

"It's from an old movie," Sawyer helped to explain.

"Gigde, we're throwing a beach bash later tonight–”

“We are?” Ethan interrupted with a vexed look on his face. 

“You and your friend should come," Tobias continued, ignoring his roommate.

"We'd love to come to your orgy… I mean luau, Kahuna," she played along. 

Ethan just looked between the two of them, the movie references completely lost on him. 

Tobias elbowed him playfully, "I like this one, man.”

Rolling her eyes, Sawyer turned back to Ethan, “Later then?"

Ethan nodded and put his hand up to say goodbye as she continued down the road.

The back of the Jeep was stockpiled with several cases of beer and brown paper bags with various assortments of liquor bottles. “Jesus Christ. How many people did you invite over?” Ethan groaned.

Shrugging, Tobias responded, “Who was counting?” 

Ethan jumped when he felt fingers slide into his back pocket. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, swatting his annoying friend's hand away. 

Tobias patted Ethan’s ass where he deposited a strip of square foil-wrapped packets. “Just making sure you’re prepared for later.” 

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Christian had to put the kids to sleep before going off the clock for the night. By the time Sawyer and her best friend finally made their way next door, the party was in full swing.

As the ladies made their way to the kitchen for drinks, Sawyer’s eyes swept each room they passed, hoping to spot a familiar face. Every room was crowded with college-age partiers, most of whom looked like snobby rich kids. Guys wearing polo shirts and plaid shorts, and who sported expensive watches, mingled with women wearing tight, short dresses, with blown-out hair and manicured nails. Sawyer wasn’t sure if they’d been invited to a spring break party or a country club clambake.

“Gidge! You made it,” Tobias greeted, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he squeezed in between the two friends. 

“Kahuna,” she acknowledged. 

“Let me introduce my boys, Stinky and Lover Boy,” he joked, nodding to his pals. “Moondoggie, who you’ve met, is around here somewhere. Probably sulking in a corner.”

“Annnd, I have no idea what you guys are talking about,” Sawyer’s friend laughed, “but, I’m Christian.”

Tobias looked her up and down, then said with a smirk, “Challenge accepted, angel. We’ll make a sinner of you before the night is over.”  

A while later, Ethan came out of hiding and weaved his way through the party. He scanned the many faces gathered in nearly every room on the first floor of the mansion, searching for a pair of brilliant green eyes. But as luck would have it, they kept barely missing each other. No sooner had he left the room than she entered. After a couple of passes, Ethan grabbed a beer from the kitchen, and with a disappointed sigh, he made his way outside. 

Sawyer stayed by her friend's side for a while until Tobias wrapped his arm around Christian's shoulders and led her away for a dance. With a beer of her own, Sawyer ventured outside to get some fresh air. On the far end of the deck was a spiral staircase that led to a second-story balcony. Hoping to at least enjoy the view of the moonlit ocean while she worked through her own disappointment, she coiled up the stairs. When she reached the top step, she saw Ethan leaning on the railing, looking sullen and staring out to the water.

"Oh! Hey,” she tried to contain her sudden excitement, “Sorry. I didn't realize anyone was up here."

"Hi," his voice sounded glad to see her.

"Mind if I join you?"

Ethan shook his head.

"Not much of a party guy, huh?" Sawyer asked, joining him at the railing. 

"It's not really my scene."

“Oh? And what kind of scene do you prefer?”

Ethan slightly shifted his body toward her. “Coffee and conversation. A stroll through the neighborhood. Beers on the porch,” he answered, clinking the neck of his bottle against hers.

With knowing smiles, they each took a swig of beer, then fell back into the same comfortable conversation as earlier in the day. There was an undeniable connection between them and, as if they both came to that same realization, a timid silence settled between them. 

This was the moment, the one where someone made a move or made an excuse to head back downstairs. Ethan pushed off the railing and stood up straight, setting his beer bottle on the railing. Sawyer followed his lead, doing the same. When she turned to face him, a gust of ocean breeze blew her hair into her eyes. Ethan's fingers were there in an instant to help push it away, and after tucking it behind her ear, his hand lingered on the side of her face. Sawyer wrapped her hand around his wrist to hold it in place as their eyes met in contemplation.

Ethan considered whether the instant gratification was worth it, knowing it would make their inevitable goodbye that much harder. Given their current realities, he was under no illusion that this would be anything more than a spring break fling. But the voice of reason was drowned out by the overwhelming need to taste her lips and feel her skin under his fingertips. In that instant, he decided the reward far outweighed the risk. 

During those few seconds of hesitation, Sawyer made her mind up too. When she wrapped her other hand around the back of his neck, the dam broke. 

Though their lips were eager to meet, their first kiss was not hurried. It started soft and slow. Ethan pulled back after a moment to gauge Sawyer’s reaction, seeing the smile in her eyes. When he felt the gentle tug on the back of his neck urging him to return to her lips, he angled his head to the other side and kissed her again. Sawyer parted her lips, inviting him deeper. Their kisses grew in intensity, and the longer they stayed lip-locked, the more desperate they became for more.

Tongues still dancing together, Ethan clumsily backed them away from the railing and toward a reclining chaise lounge. Mindful of her wounded leg, he laid down so that Sawyer could straddle him. 

Eager to feel more of him, Sawyer lifted his shirt over his head. As her fingers dragged over the contradiction of velvety skin and concrete muscle, Ethan’s fingers found their way under the hem of her shirt. The lower hers traveled, the higher his went. When she reached the button of his jeans, Sawyer hesitated.

His hands instantly dropped to hers, tenderly wrapping them in his own. “If you want to stop, we can. This is probably a terrible idea given the odds of seeing each other again.”

The fact that he was being so considerate only made her want him more. If she was going to check this experience off of her college bucket list, she wanted to do it with him. 

Staring down at their joined hands, she shook her head. “No, I want to. I’m just a little nervous,” she confessed, looking up with a shy smile. “And honestly, the fact that we probably won’t see each other again seems like a good enough excuse to just give in. No strings attached. No complications,” she assured him. “Do you? Want to stop?” 

“Hell no. I want you,” he insisted, squeezing her hands. “It’s just… I don’t usually do this sort of thing… but I just can’t seem to get enough of you.” Ethan rubbed the knuckles of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give. No pressure.”

His eyes spoke nothing but the truth, and in response, Sawyer weaved her fingers through his. She then pushed their joined hands over his head, leaning down to capture his mouth in a heated kiss. 

When things turned red hot again, Sawyer murmured against his lips. “Do you have–”

“In my back pocket,” he whispered, letting go of her hands.

Sawyer laughed as she reached underneath him and shimmied her hand into his pocket. “For someone who doesn’t do this sort of thing–” 

“Let’s just say my roommate is the type to do this and wanted everyone to be prepared tonight,” Ethan defended, plucking the foil packets from her fingers. “As much as I hate to give him the satisfaction, I’ll have to remember to thank him later.” 

The stars in the night sky replaced the ones behind her eyes after experiencing something she could only describe as magical. Feeling as though she had finally descended back to Earth, Sawyer shifted in Ethan’s arms, attempting to disentangle herself and stand up.

“Not yet,” he begged, locking her up in his limbs.

She inhaled the scent of his bare skin and placed a kiss over his still thundering heart, “Okay.”

The ocean mist cooled their flushed skin as they stole gentle kisses from each other, hoping the next wouldn’t have to be the last. Propping herself up on an elbow, Sawyer stared down into Ethan’s moonlit eyes.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“It’s just… you’ve been so amazing, and I don’t even know your name,” she giggled.

Caressing the side of her face, “Let’s keep it that way. It will be easier to let each other go. No complications, remember?” 

Nodding in agreement, “Okay. No complications,” she echoed. Sawyer repeated the mantra in her head several times as she reluctantly pried herself free of Ethan’s embrace. “I should find my friend before she starts to worry.”

“Right.”

They handed each other pieces of clothing and got dressed. Standing in front of each other, Sawyer reached up and took Ethan’s face in her hands, offering him a final kiss goodbye. Ethan swept his hands over her hair and held her head as he returned the sentiment, not letting go until they were both out of breath. 

Slowly they pulled away. Sawyer took a few steps backward, before finally turning her back to him and walking away. Before descending the spiral staircase, she turned her head and met Ethan’s gaze. “Bye, Moondoggie.”

“Bye… Gidge?” he tried to remember. 

With an affirmative nod and final wave, Sawyer winded her way down the stairs. 

She found Christian inside, sitting on Tobias’ lap. They were watching and laughing as Stinky, whose real name she thought was Andrew, sang a horrible karaoke rendition of Gotye’s “Somebody that I Used to Know.” 

When Christian spotted her friend in the doorway, she whispered to Tobias that she’d be right back. “Hey! Are you good? Have you been having fun?”

“Yep,” Sawyer beamed uncontrollably. 

“Hold up,” Christian looked her up and down, “Sawyer, did you…?” 

Sawyer eagerly shook her head in the affirmative. 

“You and your lifeguard?” 

Sawyer nodded again. 

“Eeeek! Girl, how was it? Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Really good. It was incredible.”

Part 3: The Realization

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