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sp0o0kylights · 2 years ago

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S4 Starts with the Demobats Attacking the School / Rejected Stobin Time Travel AU Bit

Eddie's hunched over the table, fingers held up in wicked claws. His hair hangs down as he tilts his head, voice pitched to the maniacal tone of the villain he's finally unleashed on his players.

This is it. The big reveal, the prelude to the boss fight. His players have worked hard to get here, and they stare raptly, caught up in the rising horror of betrayal and terror that Eddie's been weaving around them.

This whole campaign took months to reach this point. His glee cannot be contained and so he channels it into his villain instead; cackling madly before throwing himself upwards, one hand covering his face but with his fingers splayed to showcase one wide eye.

"Now you see your fatal flaw!" Eddie crows. "Pick up your weapons and--"

He slams one hand down on the table.

"--fight --"

He slams his other hand down.

"--for--"

A third bang, far louder than Eddie's own echoes through the room.

Hellfire as a whole jumps --Dustin screaming and Jeff shouting--as Steve fucking Harrington bursts through the drama room's door.

"Why the hell don't you have your walkies!?" He thunders as he flies in, face furious.

Fury bolts through Eddie like lightning, so fast it leaves him temporarily light headed.

"Steve!" Dustin yelps at the same time Mike pissily shouts his name. Both leap to their feet, as Harrington, chest heaving, slams the door behind himself.

"We have a code red!" Harrington spits, eyes focused on the younger Hellfire members. He fumbles with the door for a moment, long enough for Eddie to realize he’s trying to lock it, before the ex-jock strides into the room.

It's not until Steve gets closer that Eddie registers the bat with nails in it. There's a dark, tacky liquid leaking down the sides, little bits of something rancid clinging to some of the nails.

A metallic scent that screams 'wrong wrong wrong!' and oh God.

It's blood.

Real blood, not the fake stuff Eddie once bought for his Dracula costume.

"The Party--" Dustin hisses, head flying comically between Steve and the rest of the table (but most noticeably, down at Eddie’s end, where the older Hellfire members reside.)

"I suggest you read them in or whatever Nance calls it, Henderson, because they're involved now." Harrington says, deadly serious.

Sinclair’s face scrunches up in confusion. "What do you--"

Something screeches outside. The noise raises every hair on Eddie's neck, and temporarily stuns the room into silence.

An echoing scream answers, just as inhuman as the first.

Harrington winces. "Give em the cliffnotes version man, there's a bunch of bats outside."

"Bat bats or--demobats?"

"What do you think, Mike?"

"Fuck." Sinclair hisses under his breath.

"Anyone besides me have any weapons?" Harrington asks and he sounds like he's not hopeful for a yes but is asking anyway.

"Yes Steve, we all brought guns to school. Mines in my locker!" Mike snips, and Harrington levels him with that annoyed look mothers everywhere somehow seem to know.

"I've got my slingshot." Lucas chimes in, patting his backpack. "I uh, I don't go anywhere without it anymore."

Harrington nods, once. His faze ticks up, sweeping across the room to the older members.

"Alright. Anyone else?"

"A knife." Jeff admits after a long pause, his own eyes trained on Harrington's nail bat.

Grant shakes his head, and Gareth, usually the loudest of them, is silent.

A static crackle makes everyone jump, before a tinny voice comes through. "Steve, are you there? This is Nancy."

"Hey Nance. We have an Upside Down situation at the school."

A pause then; "it's not just the school."

"Shit." Dustin hisses. Then adds; "Scale of one to ten, how many bats would you say are outside?”

“Too many.” Harrington answers, running his free hand through his hair. It’s a soothing motion, Eddie has watched Steve enough to know that, but this time something’s different.

Less “shit I flunked my chemistry final” and more frantic, “we’re losing the baseball game and also Hargrove’s being weirdly aggressive again.”

Not that Eddie witnessed such events, just that he had….heard about them.

Sure.

He’ll go with that.

xXx

Wheeler Jr yelps, sliding as a demobat swoops down and beats at him with its wings. Teeth snap close to his head, missing his ear by inches.

He twirls, arms waving madly, until Harrington grabs him, keeping Mike's head down with one hand and jamming his nailbat toward the creature with the other.

The two of them manage to make it into Eddie's van, half falling half jumping, Gareth and Grant slamming the door behind them as demobats dive at them.

"Gun it!" Gareth calls and Eddie does so, the lurch sending Henderson and Jeff tumbling to the floor.

Eddie watches in the mirror as Mike, the most antagonist of the freshman when it comes to Harrington, clings to the ex-jocks shirt for a moment.

Steve's hand has left the back of his shirt, though now Eddie can see his grip has changed to more of a tender hold on the kid. Something familiar and comforting.

"I got you." Steve says quietly and it's only because Eddie's got his attention split between him and the road that he catches it, and the way Mike presses his forehead against Steve's shoulder for a moment before finally sitting up.

Which just confirms what Eddie already knew--for all his bluster and guff, Mike was one of Harrington's too.

xxx

--This is where It turned into the “failed time stobin time travel AU- but I like this part and you need the above for it to make sense so TWO IN ONE--

xxx

Speed running the beginning is starting to become the easiest part, if only because Steve finally knows exactly what to say.

"They're not a part of the party." He mimics Dustin's voice before pointing a finger at him. "We have exactly sixteen minutes before the damn demobats attack you can fill them in in Eddie's van."

The very same Eddie who looks positively aghast. "You actually believe this?"

"Oh absolutely." Dustin says, scooping his nerd crap into his backpack. "Trust me, Steve's not creative enough to come up with something like this on his own."

"Hey." Steve says in warning.

"Also he only gets bitchy like this when something’s gone really wrong." Dustin ads with a look that might have been apologetic--if one squinted and looked at his face sideways.

Lucas, Steve's new favorite, slides slowly next to him. "You sure you're okay?" He asks quietly and Steve pats him on the shoulder for being the only one to care.

“Not at all.” He answers because fuck, he really, really, isn’t. “In the meantime, I need you all to listen very carefully.”

Mike already has his mouth open, patented bitchy look on his face and nope, no, Steve is not letting him derail this conversation.

He let that happen by accident once and Steve’s learned his lesson since.

Pointing at Mike, Steve starts firing instructions. “Do not, under any circumstance, try to fight the bats. They can and have lifted you right off your feet and I will not be jumping for you again.”

Steve’s finger ticked right, to Lucas. “Luc, I know you have your slingshot and a handful of shit to fling in it. You need to sprint to Eddie’s van, then get set up to start shooting so the rest of us have cover. Got it?”

Lucas, Steve was pleased to see, had already dropped into ‘shit’s fucked’ mode. He nods, his own nerdy gear long packed away. He digs through his backpack now, looking no doubt for the slingshot.

Steve was baking him a damn cake when all this was over.

“Gareth.” He continues, pointing at the next guy down the line, watching as he jumps out of his skin (and then looks mad about it, as if it was Steve’s fault he’d flinched.) “You’re weirdly good at counting the bats, so I’m gonna ask you to keep doing that man. As well as keep an eye out for anything ground level, we got surprised by a demodog last time.”

“Shit, really?” Mike groans, throwing his hands over his eyes in frustration.

He was ignored.

Steve skips over Eddie entirely, knowing all too well how much of a trap addressing him could be. “Grant, you’re best on the radio. Once we are securely in the van I need you to call for Nancy and give her an update on what’s happening.

Grant at least, comes onboard immediately, nodding his head and standing.

He got an absolute look of betrayal from Eddie and Gareth for it, but hey that was yet another thing to be addressed later.

Here, Steve slings his own backpack down and off his shoulders, taking the first thing he has in it, out. “Jeff,” He calls, before holding up the box he’d pulled out. “This is a medkit. You know how to use it, so you get it.”

Steve doesn’t toss the box to him this time, instead putting the kit on the table and sliding it over.

Hesitantly, Jeff takes it, eyes darting between Steve and Eddie.

“And Dustin--” Steve says with an air of finality, yanking the second item he’s been looking for out of his backpack, “take off that damn Weird Al abomination and put this jacket on. For some reason the bats keep locking onto it.”

“They want my shirt?” Dustin asks, but does as told, seeming far too delighted at having been given Steve’s old swim team jacket.

“Uh.” Eddie starts, rising to a hunch over the table, head partially tilted.

Steve was pretty sure he did that because he thought it was intimidating (or at least, perhaps was a bad habit because he did it way more often then he didn’t, but that was a thought for Not In The Beginning of The Mess Steve.)

“We have five minutes left before they attack.” Steve says, right over the second (and far more aggressive) “Uh.”

“The van isn’t locked, which is just so safe considering all the drugs in it, Munson.” He can’t help himself, throws the pissiest, most disapproving look he has in his arsenal at a now gaping Eddie.

“No matter who gets to it first, one but Eddie or myself drive it, understand?”

“Oh so now you’re fine with Eddie’s driving!?” Dustin doesn’t stomp his feet but Steve has known him for a while now.

The foot stomping behavior wasn’t one he grew out of until just last year.

“Considering what we’re about to face yes, absolutely I am.” Steve counters rapidly. “Eddie drives like a demon and that’s exactly what we need right now.”

And oh. He’s going to have to say things like this more, because the shocked look that overtook Munson’s face is delightful.

“I’m taking the rear, because I have the bat.” He holds his weapon, watches as the older members of Hellfire finally seem to register what it is. “Everyone got the plan down?”

“Harrington.” Eddie finally starts, voice positively frigid in fury, and Steve is prepared to mouth what is no doubt the line Eddie’s about to say (much like Dustin, he too rarely deviates lines in the beginning) “What kind of game do you--”

Right on cue, something inhuman screams outside.

The bats are here.

“Bicker later, Munson.” Steve says, locking eyes with Eddie. “Goal for now is to survive.”

xXx

The run to Eddie’s van consistently remains to be one of the worst parts of the entire day (minus the other various parts where someone inevitably bites it, thus resetting the entire damn time loop.)

The initial plan had gone smoothly. Lucas reaches the van first, then uses it as a shield while he provides cover with his slingshot.

The little group of Jeff-Dustin-Grant and Eddie all manage to reach it at about the same time, with Steve able to pull the bats off them with a couple of well timed whacks of the nailbat.

This is where everything goes to shit.

Once again, Mike tries to take the spot of “first to die” by swinging his fist at a low flying bat. The tail of the thing immediately catches his wrist, using the momentum of the movement to swing its teeth towards the freshmen’s face.

Steve reverses direction, and knows immediately he won’t be there in time to prevent an injury.

Curses hard, and winds up to swing, right as Gareth snarls out; “Hell no!”

He’s closer to Mike, and despite already having one bat swooping madly at his head, manages to grab the one attacking Wheeler right as Mike trips over his own feet and falls backwards.

A stream of yells and ‘fuck you!’’s follow as Steve bends to yank Mike up, then carries on as wings beat frantically around Gareth’s head.

The other bat dives, latching onto his hip right as Steve manages to grab the one Gareth’s holding. Takes it from him as Gareth screams, trying desperately to rip the demobat that’s gotten its teeth into him, off.

Practice makes perfect, and perfect in this case, is slamming the fucking demobat onto the concrete hard enough to stun it before slamming it to bits with two hard strikes of the nailbat.

Steve isn’t sure how long it takes him to do it, but between Gareth’s screaming and the shrieks of more incoming bats, he knows he doesn’t have much time.

He’s not losing someone. Not here, right at the start.

Not when he already knows how to play out this part.

Gareth manages to rip the creature off himself, and Steve takes it from there, snatching it out of the younger man’s hands and repeating the fling-and-smash move he killed its brethren with.

Does it fast enough that he’s back at Gareth’s side before the guy starts to collapse downward, tears streaming down his face.

“I’ve got you, you’re okay.” Steve tells him, pulling him close and forcing Gareth to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Put hard pressure on it man, hard, then we’re gonna run for it.”

“Can’t--fuck---” Gareth pants between hard breaths. Blood’s soaked soaking into his jeans, and a glance at it shows it’s a bad bite.

“You can.” Steve tells him, already pulling them both forward.

It doesn’t go well.

Gareth almost goes down twice, leg buckling, and Steve grits his teeth. Knows neither of them are going to make it at this rate.

“Gary!” Someone screams. He can’t quite tell if it’s Jeff or Eddie, but either way, Mike and Dustin have leapt out of the car, flinging rocks and whatever else they can find into the air.

“Careful!” Steve yells as one nearly belts him, but at least it causes enough of a distraction that he manages to toss the bat ahead of himself, wincing at the sound it makes as it hits the ground.

It’s close to Dustin though, who thankfully, takes his cue and snatches it up.

“Stay!”

It’s a command, and Steve says it like a command. The last thing he needs is for Henderson to go charging into a hoard of demobats, especially not after Steve’s witnessed Eddie dying to them on at least five separate time loops.

If not here, then later.

He can’t think about that now though, not when Gareth’s hissing in pain, fingers clutching onto his shirt like a lifeline.

(He is, he realizes, Gareth’s lifeline. The younger man won’t make it unless Steve gets them to the van.

The bats would take him as their sacrifice and if there is one thing Steve was sworn to stop, it’s people sacrificing themselves--or others.)

“Take a breath.” Steve instructs, before bodily swinging Gareth in front of him.

Ignores the yelped cry he makes, and stoops down to get a good hold around his knees.

Grunts as Gareth, having figured out what’s happening, circles his other hand around Steve’s neck as he lifts the smaller man up into a bridal carry.

Ignores the choked sobs that escape Gareth as he does it. The fucking bat bites hurt and what they’re doing right now is no doubt jostling the shit out of the wound.

He’d be crying too if it were him, not that anyone can pick him up like this.

(Deliberately forgets to recall the two times he’s died precisely because of that.

The knowledge that if he’s injured, the amount of people who can drag him to safety solo is numbering close to zero isn’t a helpful one right now.

Neither is any other thought beyond pure focus on getting Gareth into the van.)

From there it’s a matter of running and not falling on his fucking face--or on the guy currently bleeding on him.

They make it though, a fact Steve is very grateful for.

Hands reach out, all of them pulling Gareth in while Steve hustles the rest, not slowing down until he slams the van door shut and yells for Eddie to gun it.

“Jeff, medkit!” he says, but Jeff, bless him, is already on it.

Grant’s speaking into the walkie he’d been given, Nancy’s tinny voice a soothing balm on Steve’s nerves as he, Dustin and Jeff get Gareth laid out in the van best they can.

“Where am I going, Harrington?” Eddie calls from the front, having floored the van the second the doors had slammed shut.

“He’ll be okay.” Steve soothed quietly, one hand going to squeeze Mike’s shoulder, the other looping around Lucas.

If there’s one thing he swears he will be, through every loop, it’s supportive of the damn kids.

They deserve to know someone is in their corner, even if they don’t always believe him.

#this was originally part of the stobin time travel au #but I couldn't make it work #also I think I posted the bottom half before about mike #steve harrington #eddie munson #hellfire #mike as one of steves kids #s4 au #0o0 fanfics

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thetotomoo · 13 days ago

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“Where the Moon is Blue” (Preview)

Word Count: 1,944

Tags: Prelude to Smut, Treasure Hunting and Stealing as Flirting

Summary:

At the age of thirty six, Sebastian Sallow was well renowned in his field. But while he indulged in the occasional theft of his prized artifacts, he did not tolerate being left frustrated after a most perilous expedition. Especially when such crimes came from the ever-teasing Caroline Rookwood.

Notes:

Sexually frustrated Sebastian Sallow. Seriously, steal from him but don’t leave him blue.

Caroline and Sebastian do not have a professor/ former student relationship— it’s uh… her endearment for him. Should take place years after “The Relic” (of which is still in drafts and I have no idea if it’ll see the light of day yet).

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Andes, South America 1910

Sebastian Sallow supposed, at the tender age of thirty-six, that there were worse ways to go than being at wand point— mauled down by a large boulder deep within the temple behind him was one, or perhaps splayed across the pit of spikes in the ruins of Cairo was another, or fallen into the dark abyss of the labyrinths in Greece until he reached the unforgiving claws of the Underworld.

But he found it would be remiss if he didn’t admit he was mildly frustrated and more than amused at the sight above him or, more specifically, the appearance of the woman straddling and holding the prized artifact he secured moments earlier: a bronze key etched in runes.

“Ms. Rookwood.”

“Professor Sallow,” Caroline nodded, the wisp of her coy smile hidden beneath the shadows of the wide brim of her hat.

“A bit too formal considering our situation, wouldn’t you agree?” He grunted, heat rising to his neck and cheeks when he realized that shifting beneath a woman straddling him was the least polite thing he could do.

“Since when have formalities been our thing?”

“Ah, I forget you’re not a well-bred woman of polite society.”

“Then you’ve been misinformed— I’m a very well-bred woman of society.”

“But not polite?” He smirked.

“Only when it suits me.”

“And you don’t believe that I should be granted a modicum of respectability from you?”

“Oh, I think you should,” she purred, bracing her hand and the artifact on his chest, “But not when you’ve been in this position before.”

They had, he thought as he bit back a groan, been in such situations before—once hidden behind an alcove of an old and crumbling church in Paris, another beneath the sun of Cairo, and the most recent (almost a year ago) on the blue waters and shores of Crete.

She would trap him, and he would pin her before they were moaning and groaning as they divested each other of their effects most indelicately until they were slipping and rutting and pulling and pushing well into the night and morning.

He smirked, feeling the telltale strain of his trousers as he shifted beneath her.

“And what offense shall you commit against my senses today, Ms. Rookwood?

“Hmm, I don’t know,” she whispered, pocketing the artifact at the satchel on her hip before leaning down to brush her lips against his, “You seem very displeased at my lack of manners.”

“Only when it suits me,” he groaned, shuddering as he fought the urge to flip them over when her wand was thrumming and hot against the pulse in his neck.

“And is this… more suitable?” She asked, nipping and kissing and swiping her tongue along his jaw and throat.

“Not nearly enough,” he rasped, bucking and grinding himself against her heat.

“Good, because I’m afraid I don’t have the time,” she purred, a wicked smile etched on her face before his world turned black.

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Santiago, Chile, 1910

To Caroline’s credit, she at least had the wherewithal to find Sebastian a room and a bed instead of leaving him to the wild plants and game that circled the old ruins. But he would be damned if he would let the witch just leave, especially when he was without said artifact and left in a state of want and aching.

So, after inquiring about a blonde woman at various lodgings, markets, and eateries, he found himself the following month adjusting the links on his cuffs and straightening his bow tie as he entered the esteemed edifice of The Club de la Union through the discreet side entrance for witches and wizards.

Bustling and in full swing, the partygoers were well-addled after hours of drinking and dancing, waiting patiently outside for the promised fireworks spectacle.

It did not take Sebastian long to find Caroline standing beside a window dressed in a black and white lace gown, hair loosely braided and dotted with pearls, looking every bit polite and made as though she belonged there.

“I’d say this is a nice change from your usual trousers if I weren’t imagining the sight of your dress pooled at your feet,” he whispered, the touch of his breath at the nape of her neck sending her to shiver before him.

“Professor Sallow,” she said, much too softly for his liking as she turned and nodded, “And what brings you to entertain the company of polite society tonight?”

“I think that would be obvious,” he arched his brow, stepping to push her into the shadows while his fingers brushed the stray gold strand of her hair behind her ear, “You took something from me.”

“Not at all unusual, I’m sure. It is our thing.”

“Yes, darling… it is,” he said, smirk twitching at the sight of his key dangling around her neck and peering above her décolletage, “Which is why I’m appalled you left me in such a precarious state.”

“Did I?” She laughed, raising her chin to meet his gaze, “I seem to remember that I ensured your safety and comfort at a lovely inn.”

“Safety, yes,” he said, bracing his palm on the wall behind her, “Comfort? No.”

“Is that what you’ve come for? Pity and comfort?” She pouted, “You poor dear.”

“Oh no, Ms. Rookwood,” he chuckled darkly, hands drifting down to her hips to pin her against him, “I’ve come for an apology.”

“Oh? Well then, my apologies,” She laughed, green eyes glinting with mischief under the moonlight.

“Try again,” he said before his lips crashed upon hers at the first crack of fireworks tearing through the night sky. Her lips were so soft and plump between his teeth and each roll of his tongue remembered how sweet and divine she was.

And when she moaned, he growled, pushing his body harder against hers.

“Tell me again how sorry you are,” he said, the warmth of his voice at the shell of her ear sending a quiver to course down her spine, “Tell me that I haven’t been the only one in bed, dreaming and desperate— left to find my own pleasure alone.”

“Oh, come now—“

“Don’t, Ms. Rookwood,” he barked, placing a biting mark at the jaunt of her throat, “You’ve teased me enough. Much more than you ever have all these years. So tell me and ask me for forgiveness.”

“And if I won’t?”

“You will… if you want to be granted any mercy tonight.”

Counting the seconds that ticked between them, he noted the crease of her brows and the incredulous frown on her lips until she was reaching, tugging, and muttering her apologies through her kisses.

He was tempted to pardon her offense right then and there, whisk her away, and spend his evening and the following morning and the next day and the day after convincing her they were made for each other. Belonged together until the last drop of sand fell from this life’s hourglass. And when their time had come, he would follow her into the next life and do it all again.

Except…

“Will you, really? I know you better than that, Professor Sallow,” she said, caressing the strands of his hair much too lovingly, too intimately while she was pressed against a wall too exposed for the world to see.

She was right.

He didn’t want to be merciful or forgiving tonight. If Caroline was his fated love, they would already be sequestered away among the evergreen hills of Scotland, surrounded by friends and family, and tending to the needs of their children.

But they were not. Because despite the difficulties Fate had sought to throw at their feet, they had always been moved to defy them.

Their love was no different.

Where she pushed, he pulled. When she ran off to another grand adventure, he chased. And when enough time had seemingly passed to render themselves inconsequential? They found each other— their eyes drawn until they caught every touch, every gasp, and every plea until they were out of breath.

It was that very lack of ease that made him love her so.

She whimpered as he quickly drew up her skirts around her waist, his fingers coasting up the inner warmth of her thigh.

“They’ll see us,” she whimpered, growing stiff at the sound of laughter beyond the window.

“Then I suppose you’ll have to be quiet like a good girl,” he smirked, enjoying the flutter of her lashes and her bite of her lip while his fingers traced and pressed the center of her core, “Can you do that for me, Ms. Rookwood? Be a good girl?”

She nodded, trembling and bucking at the tease of his fingers on her bundle of nerves. Sebastian laughed, pausing his ministrations to catch the irritation on her flushed face.

“I can’t hear you, darling.”

“You said to be quiet,” she hissed.

“Quiet. Not silent,” he tutted before sinking a finger into her core— dragging his digit with a slowness that had her grinding with as much give as her position would allow her, “Now, let’s try this again, Ms. Rookwood. With manners. Can you be a good girl?”

“Yes,” she gasped— eyes rolling and head throwing back against the wall, “Yes—“

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir…”

“Good,” he muttered, watching her face intently as he slipped another finger— each stroke stretching, delving, and curling with each quiet moan and breathy sigh that passed her lips.

“Se—“

“Shh,” he crooned, giving in to muffle her with a deep kiss, “None of that now.”

That— was normally the moan of his name, husky and bold, before Caroline would see fit to demand him how to touch, suck, and move faster and harder for her. That would normally make him sink to his knees and spend the evening counting all the ways he could have her fall apart on his hands, on his lips, and around his cock.

Tonight, however, was not that sort of night. No— tonight he would take his time, let her feel the taste of pleasure before he would leave her wanting and pleading for all of him.

“Oh, Merlin,” she swore, hands fisting through his shirt in an attempt to steady herself as his fingers curved to find that spot along the front of her walls that had her keening in his arms.

She tensed and bit her lip as the sound of footsteps neared, shaking her head at each stroke and press of his fingers along her walls.

“Sebastian,” she hissed, gasping and trembling at the mess between her thighs, “Seb— they’ll—”

“Not yet—“

“But—“

“Let go, darling. Go on.”

Smirking, he flicked and curved his fingers, coaxing that bliss from her face. She fluttered around his hands, bit down on her lip, to muffle her moan and cry.

He wanted to cry with her— whisper his groan and his wants on her skin until his throat felt raw and she went limp in his arms.

But he didn't. He held her silent as a grave along the shadows, his temple pressed against hers, relishing the warmth of her breath on his lips as the footsteps and laughter passed behind them.

“Go on, love,” he said, grinding the heel of his palm on her cunt, “Go on.”

And she went again and again—trembling until her knees buckled, and she was left gasping between him and the wall— lips swollen, eyes glassy, and looking every bit his and only his.

“Another?” He whispered, nipping the bottom of her lip, and pressing the strain of his cock against her.

“Y—yes.”

“Good,” he said, tore himself slowly from her grasp, and carved a smirk along his face, “Show me.”

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #caroline rookwood #smut

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desidarling123 · 1 year ago

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these wicked games

There’s no preamble, no much-needed prelude to soften the blow when Kaz breaks the news to her. "It's been decided," he says simply. “You need to leave Ketterdam. Now.” The words slip out easily enough -- easier than he’d thought they would. And yet, when he finally meets her eyes again, Inej looks nothing short of aghast. “And what, leave you?” she says. “After everything that’s happened?” (So much -- too much -- and yet, once again, they’ve run out of time.) “Yes,” he says simply, because as much as he’d like to, he cannot humor her with the explanation she really deserves, not now. Not when it’s her life on the line, too. But oh -- he’d been foolish, oh-so foolish to think she’d obey his commands without questions. The Wraith was never one to go down without a fight. “No, Kaz,” she hisses out. “I won’t leave you. Not for this.”

OR: My never-before released version of the bathroom scene, adapted for the show. (First daydreamed up during Season 1).

Show!Kanej, you are so loved and will be so incredibly missed 🥺❤️

READ NOW ON AO3

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #my writing

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loulislife · 1 year ago

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Chasing Shadows

chapter 1: a dangerous game (you can read it here) chapter 2:the nightmare unfolds | Viper x fem!reader

I found myself surrounded by an oppressive darkness that seemed to consume all light. It was a suffocating cold that seeped into my bones, leaving me shivering and disoriented. As I stood alone in this abyss, I could hear the haunting echo of footsteps drawing closer. The sound reverberated through the void, a sinister prelude to an unknown presence.

My heart pounded as I strained to see through the inky blackness, but there was nothing to discern, no escape from the frigid emptiness. Then, like a specter materializing from the shadows, a pair of captivating green eyes emerged from the darkness. They fixated on me, and a seductive smile began to play on the lips of the face that materialized in front of me.

The figure, with each step, revealed herself to be Viper. Her gaze held me captive, and she seemed to glide toward me effortlessly, her steps echoing through the void. Her voice, dripping with allure, broke the silence.

"Did you miss me?" Viper's voice purred, and the realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. "Of course you'd miss me!" She continued, her words laced with mockery as she circled me like a predatory specter. I tried to move, to escape, but my body was paralyzed, as if bound by some unseen force.

Viper's fingers danced along the contours of my form, leaving trails of electricity in their wake. I couldn't look away as she moved, each touch more seductive than the last. The nightmarish quality of this encounter was inescapable, a twisted dance in the shadows.

"Uh, the things I could do to you, my sweet little Radiant," Viper whispered in a sultry, enticing tone as she finally came to a stop right in front of me. Her green eyes bore into mine, a dangerous and enigmatic hunger in her gaze.

With a wicked grin, she leaned in closer, her breath a teasing caress on my skin. Her lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You can't escape, my dear Radiant. This is a realm of my making, and I control every aspect of it." Suddenly green smoke formed around me and Viper. The smoke danced like clouds in the wind and circled us completely. The blackness around me had been replaced by the clouds of green smoke, but Viper still remained clear before my eyes.

Viper's eyes lingered on me, as she stepped forward. Her fingers trailed along my jawline, igniting a tingling sensation that left me wanting more. I tried to resist, to regain control, but her power over me was absolute.

Viper's laughter, like a haunting melody, filled the void. "You've always been so... predictable," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "But you and I, we're bound together, aren't we?"

She circled me once more, her touch setting my skin on fire. Her gaze remained fixed upon me, and her green eyes held a dangerous allure. "Tell me, my sweet Radiant, what do you desire? Is it power? Freedom? Or perhaps, something more... intimate?"

My mind raced, torn between the fear of the unknown and a forbidden attraction I couldn't deny. Viper's game was intoxicating. I was at her mercy, and she relished every moment of it.I couldn't help but shudder under her enchanting spell, and a part of me questioned whether this was a mere dream or if it was a manifestation of something deeper, something I had yet to comprehend.

With a boldness I didn't know I possessed, I leaned in, closing the distance between us. The kiss that followed was not a soft, sweet embrace, but a battle of wills and power. The kiss held the tension of the chase, the secrets, and the allure of two powerful beings, each with their own agenda. It was a kiss that told a story of desire and danger, of a perilous game that neither of us was willing to lose. As we broke the electrifying kiss, Viper's eyes held a mixture of satisfaction and challenge.

"I know you want more", whispered Viper and closed the distance again. The game between us continued, and as much as I feared the consequences, I couldn't deny the thrill of the chase and the allure of Viper's presence. The line between adversaries and something more had blurred, and in this tangled web, we were both ensnared in a dance that held the promise of both pleasure and peril.

I awoke with a start, my heart racing and my body drenched in sweat. For a brief, disorienting moment, the remnants of the nightmare clung to me like a shroud. Viper's seductive presence and the alluring dance we had shared in the dream were still fresh in my mind.

But as the haze of the nightmare lifted, a heavy realization washed over me. It was just a dream, a vivid and haunting illusion. The darkness that had engulfed me, the chilling touch, and Viper's tempting words—they were all products of my own subconscious.

I ran a trembling hand through my sweat-soaked hair, my pulse gradually slowing down to a more manageable rhythm. The tingling sensation that had taken root in the pit of my stomach remained.

In the silence of my own room, I couldn't deny the lingering effect of the nightmare.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I needed a shower.

The hunt for answers, the dangers of the Kingdom Company and the Valorant Team, and the mysteries of my own abilities were far from over. The tingling sensation in my stomach served as a reminder what I had to do:

I have to kill Viper before she finds me.

#valorant viper fanfiction #valorant viper #valorant viper x reader #venomous #dr. sabine callas #sabine callas x reader #sabine callas #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant x reader

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petrenocka · 2 years ago

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I love how appropriate the Secret levels have been so far to the layers they are found in.

S-1 greets you with a text saying "something wicked this way comes" and locks you in a tight maze with a slender horror that oneshots you. Horror that you can set back if you're lucky, but never stop. Then asks you to survive.

It is introduced in Prelude, the very first "layer" of the game, where V1 first enters Hell. And the rest of the layer is mostly corridors too.

It simply makes a ton of sense why this secret level in on this layer, if you imagine how it would feel, to be a lowly Filth, hearing an approaching sound of Drumm and Base, and how that might compare to being in a dark maze and hearing a eerie wisper. Something v1cked this way comes indeed.

S-2 is simply a vibe check, that fits extremely well with Limbo's initial serene and chill atmosphere.

S-3 is an exploration of existential horror. It is about fighting back against seemingly insurmountable hardship, because overcoming it is worth the struggle. About how even in deepest depth of despair there is a reason to live and strive to live well.

It is placed in the Lust layer. A layer of Hell transformed by its king's determination, from a place of torment and damnation into at least a livable space. Well, it was transformed, until Minos got Gabrieled.

Gluttony is a gauntlet, a test of what you have learned so far, that throws everything Act I has to offer at you. Gabriel too. And, well, entrance to P-1 is here. Need I say more?

Greed is filler /pos and S-4 is a tool of actual torture, but it does play like a fun go lucky platformer.

Wrath is all about revealing the genuine, compassionate, heroic side of Gabriel, and is the most quiet of the Layers. So I expect the upcoming fishing minigame to be rather meditative.

Finally, of course Heresy is fucking brutal, Gabriel is here again and it having a mental breakdown. By far the most violent layer in terms of presentation. P-2 is going to be stationed here. It is going to be something

#ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #analysis

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caughtupindrama · 1 year ago

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*The List* (1 of 2)

Current list of musicals I've listened to and/or seen!!

* = seen live (includes high school productions, amateur theatre, etc.) ^ = seen a recording/movie musical version & = listened to multiple recordings or demos !! = performed in (partially or fully)!! ! = was otherwise involved in a production favourites are in colour <3

Hamilton * Death Note Falsettos ^& (March of the Falsettos + Falsettoland) Be More Chill & SpongeBob Squarepants: The Musical *&!! Little Shop of Horrors *& Book of Mormon *^ Mean Girls ^ In Trousers ^& Avenue Q ^& Everybody's Talking About Jamie Heathers *^&!! Nine ^ The Lightning Thief & Dear Evan Hansen ^ Matilda ^& Spring Awakening *^&!! Junie B. Jones Frozen *^ The Little Mermaid *! Six *& Hairspray ! Adrian Mole Legally Blonde ^& Chess Starlight Express & Emojiland Hadestown Bright Star * Wicked Sophia, Our Beloved 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee * Frankenstein Cats * Charlie and the Chocolate Factory La Cage Aux Folles & Addams Family Mary Poppins ^!! Beetlejuice &!! Aladdin ^ Bare: A Pop Opera The Theory of Relativity Little Miss Perfect Curtains !! Lizard Boy Hedwig and the Angry Inch Treasure Island Co-Op Jagged Little Pill A Year With Frog and Toad * The Prom ^& Newsies *^ Carousel & Camelot & Oklahoma 21 Chump Street ^ Ordinary Days Shrek the Musical !! Bat Boy *! The Sound of Music * A Strange Loop *& Crazy for You Chicago * Goosebumps The Musical: Phantom of the Auditorium Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 Fancy Nancy: The Musical Come From Away Amélie & The Mad Ones 3hree Island Song Snoopy!!! / The World According to Snoopy & Drag: The Musical Flat Stanley Dear Edwina Guys and Dolls * A New Brain Beauty and the Beast *^ Wuthering Heights Meet Me in St. Louis * The Fantasticks [title of show] Cabaret *& John & Jen Les Misérables * The Great British Bake Off Musical Into the Woods *& KPOP Shucked Kimberly Akimbo The Lion King Bend it Like Beckham Footballers' Wives Dog Man: The Musical Hats! The In-Between In Transit A Chorus Line The Golden Apple The Love Note She Loves Me Octet Preludes Candide The Music Man Linie 1 Mamma Mia! ^ In the Heights The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Oh Captain! 13 Waitress & Ushers Rats! Spamilton Weird Romance & Juliet You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown * A Very Potter Musical ^ Ride the Cyclone The Three Billy Goats Gruff The Wedding Singer Babes in Toyland Urinetown Dear Pen Pal Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown Finding Nemo Blues in the Night Unfortunate Sole Mates Operation Mincemeat * The Three Little Pigs Anastasia The Phantom of the Opera *^& Arf! Back to the Future: The Musical * Pellets, Cherries, and Lies Rocky Horror Picture Show ^ A Little Night Music * Sunday in the Park with George Pretty Woman: The Musical Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street & Carrie Fun Home Hello Again Kinky Boots The Full Monty A Man of No Importance The Producers Jesus Christ Superstar 36 Questions ^ The Little Big Things * Jersey Boys * My Son's A Queer (But What Can You Do?) The Dolls of New Albion Band Geeks The Band's Visit Wait Wait Don't Kill Me Diary of a Wimpy Kid Groundhog Day Anything Goes* Technically: A Musical * Footloose * The Trail to Oregon ^ tick... tick... BOOM! * Epic: The Troy Saga Leap Day Grease * Duolingo On Ice Nunsense Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! Pinkalicious Parade * How to Dance in Ohio Tootsie Something Rotten! !! Two Strangers (Carry a Cake Across New York) * The Last 5 Years Next to Normal Buddy: The Buddy Holly Story Wuthering Heights Supernatural: The Musical The Pajama Game Kiss Me Kate * Babies * Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Musical Mad Libs Live! Lyme Disease: The Musical Your Lie in April * Lempicka [continuation]

#musical theatre #musicals #musical #will update as i continue to listen <3

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