#Randall carpio imagines

[zaceouiswriting]

The Art of seduction: Randall Carpio

Character: Randall Carpio

Universe: The Order

Warnings: Mentioning smut

The late evening sunlight bathed the world around me in a reddish shine. It was magical and still, my hands couldn't stop shaking. Nervousness began to eat me alive. How could he be so easygoing? After asking such intimidating questions? I still could feel his hands on me. Almost shyly wandered over my clothed body. His lips near my ear, whispering things in my ears, I can’t think about, without my knees getting weak.

Never before have I met someone so confident and completely in love with their own body, without being a narcissist.

Walking beside him, was already enough to make my stomach turn and my heartbeat, faster than the one of a hummingbird. Once in a while, he only lazily smiles at me, as if everything that was going on was normal for him.

But his hand, which never left my back, hold me at his side. I couldn’t move away from him, even if I wanted to. He had me under his control and I let him. The most problematic thing? He knew it. Fully aware, of which power he had over me and I could see in his dark dreaming eyes, that he loved it.

It was sick and still, I loved every moment of it. His glances, short and still fiery, a type of secret public intimacy I had never experienced before. But he seems to know what to do and to say. Which wasn’t much, he mostly guided me over the campus. Where? I could only guess and every single one of them, let my mouth water in anticipation.

„Where are we going?“, I asked him at one point. But he just looked down at me, his curly brown hair, slightly falling in front of his eyes. For a moment I thought his smile transformed into a sinister one, but instead hang a lazy, overconfident smirk upon these full, sinful lips.

He did not answer me at all. Just walked me further over the campus, like a lamb on the way to its demise. Thrilling, but frightening at the same time.

As we slowly wandered into a forest, I already was closing off my life. My last thoughts wandered off to my family and friends. He was a serial killer. I knew it from the start! Way too handsome, smart, charming, and completely out of anyone's league.

The entire time I was thinking, that he would kill me at any given point. Until we came to a house. It was nice, well kept, but as I knew universities, he would never live there alone.

Or he could have killed all the other occupants. Which would feed my serial killer theory, but unlikely. At least I hoped so.

Even the inside of the house was wonderfully kept, everything was clean, like the house of a well-kept young man could be. Nothing completely out of the ordinary brought back some of my sanity. 

That was until he was slowly getting his clothes off. Alone losing the leather jacket he had worn, was enough to almost let me lose all senses. The muscles I had felt before, now better to see, were everything to me at this moment. And then his shirt vanished. At this point, I could’ve drooled all over the place, as much as I cared. He was gorgeous, handsome? Something in this direction. Breathtaking.

Slowly he also pulled his black leather belt out of its sockets, pulling at it, after he joined his hands, so the leather would clutch. I had not known, why he was taking me with him. Yes, we flirted but I would’ve never thought he was into me.

„Are you ready?“, he asked huskily. A hunger in his eyes, I would be willing to satisfy.

But I wasn’t able to move, or say anything. He had captivated me to his fullest. He rounded me, looking me up and down. Just to tear my clothes to shreds. I loved how he handled me, taking what he wanted. And it was just a little teaser of what the night would bring.

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[thebisexualdogdad]

Smut Prompt 56, with male reader and Randall please 🤩

Randall Carpio x Male!reader

The one downfall to living in a house with all of your best friends was that it gave you very little privacy when it came to your… personal activities.

You guys were walking in on each other all the damn time but while the rest of the knights could get away to their significant others homes for alone time you and Randall didn't have those kinds of options.

In desperate times you've had to resort to going out and hooking up in the woods though you have been stumbled upon a few times by joggers who thought all those noises were coming from someone being attacked by a wild animal.

You and Randall hadn't had a moment to yourselves in over three weeks and he was losing his mind, sure you were just as frustrated as he was but Randall's sex drive is so high he would literally have sex five times a day if you let him.

It's friday night and Jack insisted everyone come over for a game night so you, Randall, Hamish, Lilith, Nicole, Gabrielle, Vera and Alyssa were scattered around the living room playing games for a few hours now.

Normally Randall would be enthusiastically spearheading the games but instead he had been giving you looks all night, wanting so badly to sneak off and do anything but play games.

"I think we're out of beer," you announce in the middle of a game, "Randall, you want to help me get some more from the fridge down in the basement?"

"Sure thing babe," Randall nods, throwing his cards down on the table and hopping up to follow you to the basement.

"They're going down there to hook up right?" Jack questions as soon as you're gone.

"Oh definitely," Hamish smirks.

"They at least better bring more beer back when they're done," Lilith huffs, finishing the last of her bottle, she did in fact want another beer but she was not going to get one herself and risk seeing you two fooling around after the incident a few months ago when she walked in on you riding Randall who was handcuffed to the bed.

Down in the basement you have Randall pinned to the wobbly table you guys use as a makeshift ping pong table, lips connected as your hands eagerly wander each other's bodies.

It doesn't take long for Randall to get a boner, he's practically had one 24/7 for the last three weeks and boy is he ready to finally get off to something besides his own hand, you may not have had any time lately to have sex but he certainly could always find the time to jerk off.

Randall groans as you drop to your knees in front of him, haphazardly unbuckling his pants and freeing his hard cock.

"Try to stay quiet understand?" You say looking up at him and he nods again, biting his lip to stifle the moans he wants to make as you gently kiss along his shaft.

Wasting no time you take him in your mouth, you figured your friends probably knew what you were really doing down here but you didn't want them to interrupt the one moment of privacy you finally get to have with Randall complaining about your boyfriend being too loud which has happened many times before.

Randall is biting down so hard on his bottom lip he tastes a slight tinge of blood but he ignores it as you expertly bob your head along his cock.

Fuck he could cum right now just from the way you're sucking him off but he really needs you inside him.

"Y/N, I need you to fuck me," he pleas.

You release him from your lips and get back to your feet, turning him around and quickly shrugging down your pants, Randall gasping the moment he feels your cock press against his ass.

You bend Randall over the table that you hope is stable enough to handle the weight and slip your cock inside, Randall clasping his hand over his mouth to prevent a loud moan from escaping.

There's no time for foreplay, literally and figuratively speaking as your friends are waiting for new drinks and neither you or Randall can wait any longer for an orgasm so you find a steady pace, thrusting into Randall with the intentions of cumming as fast as you could.

You'd make it up to him by taking your time and eating his ass for an hour or two some other day.

Muffled grunts are coming from Randall as you pound into him and with his free hand he reaches down to stroke himself.

In just a couple minutes he's cumming, spurting out all over the floor.

"Oh fuck," he groans and with a few more thrusts you hit your own climax, pulling out of Randall to let your cum join his on the floor.

"Fuck that felt good," you chuckle, looking for something to clean up the mess you two made.

Randall finds an old towel, dropping it to the ground and using his foot to move it around to wipe up the mess, "I've been so horny Y/N, I jerked off four times this week… or was it five… no it was definitely six."

"Well maybe if you're lucky everyone will be too buzzed after another round of beers to notice us sneak upstairs," you grin, kissing him chastely.

"Better yet, let's convince Hamish to break out his expensive whisky to make sure they get drunk," he suggests when you hear the basement door opening.

"Are you guys done banging out your sexual frustration yet we need more beer!" Gabrielle yells from the top of the stairs.

"We were not having sex!" Randall yells back thinking he could cover your tracks.

"We could hear the ping pong table hitting the wall genius you're not that sneaky," she quips.

"Hamish! Where do you keep the tequila?!" Randall states already needing to get away from your friends.

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[unholly-reader]

Missus Duke - Hamish Duke x fem!reader

A/N:

Welcome lovely people, here comes another piece about our favorite werewolf acolyte! Hope you enjoy <3

As always, bear in mind English is not my first language.

This one is a bit longer so be warned! Lots of emotional crap and fluffy bits with a teeny, tiny hint at some freaky action.

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Walking inside the den Beatrice wasn’t sure what to expect. The sole fact that her fiancé was a werewolf baffled her as to how he could have kept this a secret from her but then again she has been doing the same thing in regard to her being a member of the Order. Still, the trust they have established over the years they’ve been together began to falter as she entered the old house, where the Knights established their lair. She’s been there before, but briefly and still unaware of the werewolf company she has kept for the past few years. Entering the building now was more of a venture into the unknown rather than visiting an old friend. Righty of the bat she heard Randall and Lilith frantically discussing something but at first she wasn’t able to make out the exact words. Only when she entered the living room still unnoticed, she registered three words that made her freeze in place. 

- Hamish got hurt. 

Suddenly nothing else mattered as she quickly approached the two Knights, immediately grabbing their attention. 

- What do you mean “Hamish got hurt”? What happened? Was he attacked? 

Both Lilith and Randall turned around in a blink of an eye, the girl still holding her phone on speaker with Jack’s name clearly visible on the screen. The pair standing before seemingly lost their ability to speak and unsurprisingly the person to reply to her question was none other than mister Morton. 

-  Is that Beatrice? What are you doing there?

- Apparently saving the day. You take care of your things, I got this covered. 

Before he could even answer, Beatrice hung up on him, focusing on the two standing in front of her, still unsure how to react. 

- Bea, what do you mean? And what are you doing here? Hamish is not here so… - started Randall but didn’t get the chance to finish the sentence as Beatrice interrupted him midsentence. 

- Cut the bullshit, Randall. I know you’re werewolves and I know Hamish is one too. I need to know what happened to him and where he is now?

Although Randall was utterly shocked hearing Bea’s words, Lilith was quicker to shoot back as she stood tall, raising her head a bit to look properly at the taller woman. 

- And how do you know about werewolves anyway, Beatrice? I don’t think they teach about lycanthropy in law school. 

As she realised there was no hiding the truth now, she rubbed her temple and gripped her hips staring the black-haired girl down. 

- You really are smarter than you look, miss Bathory. As you’re clearly implying, yes – I am a member of the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose, but right now that doesn’t matter. I need to know where Hamish is and how badly he got hurt. 

Lilith’s eyes glowed silver as her fangs revealed themselves. That was Timber acting up only fuelled by his champion’s hatred for the entire Order. 

- You don’t belong here. Your place is back with the Order, all of you psychotic lunatics. You want to know how he got hurt? One of your idiot disciples stabbed him in broad daylight. In human form. 

Before Beatrice could truly understand Lilith’s words, the doors opened wide and through then entered the universities mascot stumbling badly on its legs. The Timber Wolf took off its head and revealed a hurting Hamish beneath. 

-  A little help here? 

Immediately Lilith calmed down and all three of them rushed to Hamish. Bea was the first one to get to him, quickly grabbing his arm and swinging it over her shoulders. Randall came to his other side, mimicking Beatrice’ actions.

- Did you ditch them? – asked Lilith, leading her friend inside.

- For now. 

Hamish stared at the both of them and then took a second look as he realised the person holding his right arm was his fiancée who had no reason to be in the den. Most definitely she should not have seen him like that. 

- Bea? 

The brunette didn’t acknowledge his question as she and Randall led the hurt man to the couch where they gently laid him down. 

- Where did they get you? – asked Randall as he and Lilith both helped their leader out of the upper part of the wolf costume, while Beatrice stood back staring at the blood covering her fiancé’s shirt. 

They could have killed him.

- Right here – said Hamish, gasping out while lifting his shirt over his right side and revealing a nasty stab wound infested with greenish foam oozing out of the cut. Once the odour hit Lilith and Randall, they immediately felt heir breakfast coming back up their throats. 

- Jesus, this smells even worse than it looks – exclaimed Lilith, hiding her nose in her arm similarly to Randall who already presented with a gag reflex. 

- It’s like if vomit and sulphur had a baby – added Randall, covering his mouth with his hand. 

Beatrice quickly regained her focus as she concentrated on the still bleeding wound gaping in Hamish’s side. Carelessly she pushed Lilith away, taking her place next to the blonde and quietly examining the cut. The girl growled at the older woman, but she didn’t pay any attention to the protesting werewolf as she rolled up the sleeves of her dark green jacket and looked up to meet her lover’s stare. 

- It’s okay. I’ve got you now – whispered Beatrice gently with a hint of apology in her voice.

Bea reached inside her university bag and grabbed her engraved knife with confidence subsequently slicing her hand open. Hamish was baffled observing his fiancée’s every movement, too stunned and in too much pain to utter a single word. Bea carefully placed her uninjured palm over his wound and brought the bleeding one to her mouth as she muttered the correct incantation. 

- Restituattur. 

Suddenly, Hamish felt the pain disappear and all that was left of it was a nasty memory and blood covering his skin. He looked down at his side and there was no signs of his injury. Beatrice quietly retreated, standing up while throwing her knife back in her bag. All three Knights marvelled over her work as Randall poked at Hamish’s skin in the exact place where the stab wound gaped just seconds before. 

- Okay, but seriously, this is some cool shit, Trixie – said Randall amused and astounded at the same time, turning his head to Beatrice, who was wrapping the cut on her palm with some tissue she found in the pockets of her jacket. 

- Not all magic is bad, Randall. Sometimes it’s really helpful. 

Hamish looked up at her as he stood on his own two feet, still clad in the pants and boot sof the Timber Wolves mascot. There were so many thoughts running through his mind, but the one reoccurring over and over again was the lie. 

She lied to me.

He was painfully aware that those skills did not come to the members of the Order with ease so it was only logical to assume she’s been a practitioner for a longer period of time, which meant she has been lying to him for years. There were now words that came to him at that moment except what he actually wanted to say despite her deception. 

- You saved my life – he stated simply, staring at her without as much as a blink.

Beatrice felt the guilt running through her veins, still trying to remember he lied to her just as much, but the guilt trip was about something other than keeping their societies a secret for all those years. Her disciples attacked the love of her life. If she wasn’t there, Hamish might not have made it out alive. The sheer thought of losing him was the most terrifying thing she’s felt in a very long time. She gulped quietly, squeezing her still bleeding hand never taking her eyes off of Hamish’s blue orbs staring at her shamefully. 

- I couldn’t let you die – said Beatrice like it was the purest truth in the world. 

Silence fell over the room as the two Knights witnessing this unusual lover’s quarrel stood quietly waiting for the grand finale. That is until Lilith decided that her rage was more demanding than she could manage and so Timber took over the reins, growling at the intruder. 

- Yet it was your idiot wizard who almost killed him. 

- You have no idea what you’re talking about Lilith, so I suggest you stay out of this. 

- Why don’t I give you a taste of your own medicine, you bitch.

What happened next was an insane chain of events, one following the other and all in the matter of thirty seconds. Lilith launched herself at Beatrice who was completely defenceless without her knife as she watched the werewolf girl jump at her. Those few seconds when Hamish watched Lilith attack his fiancé felt like hours when he battled between his integrity and his love for Beatrice. There wasn’t much time to waste on logical thinking or reasons why he should do this or that, but in the end the heart won. Swiftly as the lightning hits the ground Hamish ran ahead, jumping in front of Beatrice and throwing Lilith into the couch he occupied just seconds before. His eyes glowed like silver strikes as he growled viciously at his wolf sister standing before Bea like a human shield. She barely noticed his actions as she awaited the impact but when she saw his back in front of her and his arms spread out in a protective manner a part of her felt some sort of relief. He was still her Hamish. 

- That’s enough, Lilith. Stand down. 

His voice was powerful and strong. He sounded like a leader should. Calm and collected but still firm. Beatrice peeked over his shoulders and saw Lilith slowly rising from the couch, eyes still shining with silver. The girl was clearly fuming with anger but the hide inside her heard his command and obeyed.

- She’s one of them Hamish. How can you defend her?

- She’s my fiancée. She has just saved my life. We have bigger concerns on our hands. We must deal with Kyle and his little death squad first. 

Bea furrowed her eyebrows shocked to hear Kyle’s name mentioned as the one leading the attack. 

- That moron? 

***

After Midnight returned to his locker following Kyle’s unfortunate death at the hands of Gabrielle Dupres, the Knights returned to the Den for the traditional après-kill drink. Hamish sipped on the red liquor swimming in his glass as his thoughts kept running back to his fiancée. Now that he knew the whole truth about Beatrice Stone a war has started between his heart and mind, both equally convincing and both screaming in his head. Even as they toasted their victory, he was clearly someplace else and his loss in thought did not go unnoticed by his comrades. 

- You okay, Hambone? – asked Randall. 

Hamish raised his eyes to the brown-haired boy nodding his head silently. Lilith glanced at Randall knowingly as they simultaneously grabbed one of his arms and slowly dragged him upstairs. Once they reached the couch the sat the man down, took the drink out of his hand despite his loud protest. 

- Excuse you, I need that glass. 

- You need to spill, Hamish. You’ve been staring into nothing like Grinch on Christmas Day – explained Randall, crossing his arms over his torso – Now talk, mister. 

- There is nothing to talk about, Randall. Now give me that drink – denied Hamish, reaching out for the crystal glass in his friend’s hand.

- Don’t bullshit us – intervened Lilith, taking the glass in her own hands and putting it back on the bar before turning to face him again – You were stabbed, almost died, found out your fiancée is a member of the Order and all of that in the span of what, two hours? 

- Wow, thank you for summing up this fiasco in one sentence. That really helps – said Hamish, huffing. 

- We just want to help you – replied strongly Randall, sitting next to his leader – We both know how much you love her. You literally talk about her every single day. What was it you said the other day after those negronis? “Bea is the butter to my bread, the breath to my life”. This is still the same woman, Hamish. 

- Yes, but this one has been lying to me for the better part of our relationship. Hell, she may have been lying to me from the very beginning. I’m not sure if I really know her or is it just the pretty picture she sold me over the years. Is her name really Beatrice? Does she really like cats better than dogs? Does she really like my drinks?

- Hold your horses there, my friend – said Randall calmly, patting his arm gently – We met her too. She was real. She is real. I think she may have even liked me. What I know for sure is that she loves you.  

Hamish turned his head to face Randall, suddenly so grateful for his goofy demeanour and never-ending positive attitude. 

- I really hope you’re right, dude. Because I know I am in love with her. I can’t even try to hate her, which is kind of frustrating. 

- You should go talk to her. 

This time it was Lilith still looking down at the heartbroken man. Hamish furrowed his eyebrows as he shot her a glance of surprise. 

- Weren’t you the one who tried to rip her throat out just today?

The black-haired girl shook her, rolling her eyes back. 

- I am still not a fan of the witch and her magic buddies, but she came through for you. She saved you and you didn’t hesitate to jump to her rescue. It’s clear as day you mean to each enough to look past your mistakes. 

Apparently, Lilith’s speech was all that Hamish needed to get up and run out without a second thought. He grabbed his phone and car keys on the way and quickly left the Den, leaving his two comrades grinning like idiots. 

- We should start a couple’s therapy clinic, cause we’re damn good at this shit – exclaimed Randall, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp.

***

The ride to their apartment in Norwich felt agonizingly slow as he drove past the red lights and other cars, impatient to get to the building. Upon arrival he didn’t even bother with parking his black BMW properly, instead just carelessly left the car in the middle of the private parking place and ran out to the door. As usual he was greeted with a polite “good evening, Mr Duke” but he was too busy running to the elevator to acknowledge the kind security guard. The elevator seemed to be taking forever to get down so instead he chose to sprint seven storeys up to get to their shared apartment, praying Beatrice was there. Without thinking twice, he pushed the door open and entered the dimly lit flat. 

- Beatrice? Are you here? 

The living room connected with the kitchen and the mini bar they had installed for his alcoholic beverage’s construction was quite dark except for two dim lamps on the underside of the kitchen cupboards, but the main source of light was their bedroom. It was also the room from which Hamish clearly heard hangers ruffling in the closet. Quickly he made his way to the bedroom and found Beatrice fishing out her clothes from the closet and chucking them inside the giant suitcase which laid open on the neatly made bed. Hamish felt a pin in his heart, seeing his fiancée moving out of their apartment and out of his life. 

- Bea, stop it – said Hamish firmly, grabbing the woman’s attention. 

Beatrice turned around with two hangers in her hands, tear stains covering her cheeks. She froze in place as she gripped the hangers in her palms. On one of them hung the satin red dress she wore to the dinner, when he proposed to her just a few months prior. Just seeing the dress brought a wave of memories to the both of them. Hamish looked into her glassy blue eyes, unsure of his own words and actions, but certain of his feelings. 

- I still remember how you took my breath away when I first saw you in that dress. I swore I could marry you right there and then.

His voice was just above whisper, but she heard him clearly. She swallowed her tears, feeling a corner of her mouth rise involuntarily. 

- I had to pinch your arm because you stood still like a deer in headlights – chuckled Beatrice, remembering the day as if they just lived it. 

Hamish smiled fondly at the memory, never taking his eyes of her blue orbs glossy with new coming tears. 

- I was certain you were the woman I would call mine for the rest of my life. 

- I knew you were the love of my life. 

Silence fell on the two lovers as they stared at each other unsure what comes next. They both lied to the person they love most. They both did it to protect the other. Was it reason enough to accept living a lie for four years?

- You can’t leave, Bea. I won’t let you – stated Hamish, slowly approaching his fiancée. 

- Hamish, I lied to you – said Beatrice with a shaky voice – I have been lying to you from the beginning. I have been doing the Order’s bidding, my sister’s bidding and now Coventry’s. I could basically become the new Temple Magus in Washington if I didn’t refuse it because I couldn’t leave you. I am so deep inside the Order sometimes the only thing keeping me sane in my life is you. I am a pathological liar, Hamish. 

- I lied too. I have been a Knight for the past eight years. I’ve led the Knights for the past six years. I’ve attacked and defended and did some thing I’m not proud either, even if I believe in the cause we serve. 

- Your pack literally hates my guts.

- The Order is hunting werewolves down. 

- I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt because the Order, Hamish. 

- I can’t imagine my life without you, Beatrice. 

The honesty in his tone was almost murderous. She felt his words crawling down her skin as she tried with all her will not to fall apart and into his arms the second he touched her. When he finally did place his hands on the hangers and took them out of her palms, she seemed to have lost her balance for a second. Carefully he placed her dresses back in the closet, brushing against her arm only to return to his previous spot standing before her and looking into her eyes. Beatrice tilted her head up as he was a bit taller, barely standing his intense gaze. 

- The Order is your enemy. Werewolves and practitioners are enemies.  

- Are you my enemy?

Beatrice sucked in her next breath as she felt his hand reach for her own gently intertwining their fingers. She couldn’t look away as if his gaze was a magnetic force and she couldn’t overpower it. With his free hand he slowly reached to her cheek wiping away the fresh tear that fell down her eyelashes. Her whole body was trembling beneath his touch just like she always did when he was this close. His scent was driving her crazy, muting her senses and blinding the reason she always followed. It was only after a few moments of undisturbed silence that she spoke up, giving up all her will power to the love she knew was stronger than anything she has ever witnessed in her life. 

- You own my heart and my soul, Hamish. I could never knowingly stand against you. 

Beatrice barely got to finish her sentence before Hamish crashed their lips together, habitually wrapping his arms tightly around her form and pushing her flush against him. An uncontrollable moan escaped her mouth as she melted right into his embrace, entangling her fingers in his silky hair. They were used to messy kisses, those filled with lust and passion and always ending in their bed or other less comfortable places in their apartment, but this was different. The urgency in their movement, hungry lips learning each other like it was the first time, greedy hands trailing invisible paths down their bodies. The act itself felt less like a physical form of dealing with the recent events, but like the final stage of accepting who they are as individuals and who they become as one body, one mind and one soul. When breath came to call they broke apart, but never left each other’s embrace, resting their foreheads against one another. Both were breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down at an astounding pace but all that didn’t matter when they knew they had each other despite everything that happened and will happen in the future. 

Hamish could hear Bea’s heart beating like a hummingbird locked in a golden cage. He felt the way she shifted in his arms, trying to get even closer than she already was. Suddenly everything was back to normal. She was his, he was hers. The Order didn’t matter. The Knights didn’t matter. In the silence they exchanged wordless vows promising to protect the love they found in the chaos of their lives. Truth was simple and in plain sight. There was no life for Hamish without Beatrice and there was no life for Beatrice without Hamish. Not even their allegiance to enemy societies could tear them apart. 

- We’re going to figure it out. I don’t know how or how long it will take but there’s one thing I am certain about. You are my life, Bea. I don’t care what anybody else says, you’re the one thing I can’t live my life without. 

Beatrice looked up, catching his longing gaze with her teary eyes. She could see all that he didn’t say but felt within. All the love, the adoration, the promise of life by her side. 

- And I can’t live without you. I can’t breathe without you. To hell with the Order, to hell with Coventry. If I have you, nothing else matters. I love you, Hamish. More than anything. More than life. 

The blonde man gently squeezed her sides, bringing her impossibly close as he pecked her lips quickly, but fiercely. He had this bewildered look on his face as if suddenly he swallowed all the energy in the world and was just ready to release it all back like a supernova. 

- You have no idea how happy I am that you said that. But all things aside, your magic? That was incredible! I can’t even wrap my head around it. You must teach me sometimes. 

Beatrice laughed out gleefully, wrapping her arms tightly around Hamish’s neck, gently nudging his nose with her own. 

- A Knight of Saint Christopher’s willingly asking to be taught magic? Dear God, a true miracle. 

Hamish smiled wildly, staring lovingly at the woman in his arms. All the emotions he felt flying through his mind, he could barely register them all. The happiness, the hope, the overwhelming joy, the relief all flooded him at once, buy unlike before he felt more at peace than ever. Instead of a hurricane he was standing in the soft rain in the middle of summer. Gently he released Beatrice from his grip, turning towards the bed, where the half-filled suitcase laid wide open. Without a word he reached for the clothes already inside and started unpacking it. 

- Since you’re not going anywhere, I believe these belong back in the closet. 

- But only if I am the one to put them away – agreed Beatrice, taking the clothes from her fiancé’s hands – If you start putting my clothes back in, I will never be able to find anything again, so move aside, Mister Duke. 

- If you say so, Missus Duke – replied Hamish cheekily, relinquishing his grip on the hangers. 

Beatrice turned rapidly to face him, almost dropping the dress she was hanging back in the closet. She raised her eyebrows at him bewildered by the name. 

- What did you say?

- If you say so, Missus Duke. 

The sheer tone of his voice, so sultry and alluring made her weak at the knees. Trying to shake off the effect he clearly had on her, Bea turned back to hang the dress she was holding, when she heard the suitcase gently hit the floor beside the bed. The next thing she knew Hamish had his arms around her middle, standing right behind her with his chest lightly touching her back. Every place his fingers touched her body felt like electricity running over her skin as he gently slid his palms beneath the white flowy shirt she was wearing, running invisible traces over her stomach and ribs. He felt her shaking under his hands and smiled wickedly, proud of how she reacted to his even smallest actions. 

- I don’t see a wedding ring in my left hand yet, Mister Duke – whispered Beatrice, leaning into Hamish as his hands roamed freely over her skin. 

- A small technical issue I will see to first thing tomorrow – purred Hamish, tracing her neckline with his nose – But right now we have more pressing matters to attend to. 

***

Beatrice heaved heavily as she laid her head over Hamish’s bare chest regaining her breath after the last few hours they spent in their bedroom. 

- Now I understand why you never got tired. Werewolf durability.

Hamish laughed heartily, wrapping hir arms around her body and kissing her temple gently. 

- Darling, believe me. The werewolf part is just a small particle of my endurance. Mostly it’s the fact that my future wife is the sexiest woman on planet Earth, and I can’t control myself around her. 

Bea raised her eyes, looking up at a very smug looking Hamish grinning like an idiot. She propped herself on her elbow, resting her free hand flat on his chest. 

- Say it again. 

- What?

Beatrice shook her head quickly pecking his lips. 

- You know what. 

Suddenly his gaze softened as he expertly tucked a rouge whisp of her chocolate hair behind her ear. For a moment he remained silenced as he admired her flushed cheeks and sparkling blue irises looking back at him with so much love and adoration he could burst. Gently, he cupped her face, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb never breaking eye contact. 

-  My future wife.

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[t-marveland]

THE ORDER MASTERLIST

Main masterlist

GIF IMAGINES

Randall Carpio :

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[madamebibi]

Shadow

Hi! I noticed there wasn’t enough Randall x Reader fics on this site. So, I decided to add to the some to the pot. If you want to send in requests, please do ( I barely have a life as it is).

Prompt: Reader is Randall’s tutor and calls him when she’s in trouble.

Words: 1200

TW: Stalking and Assault

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There was a voice in the back of my head that told me not to leave my apartment that night, but I didn’t listen.

My cycle had just started a few hours before and I had been running low on toiletries. The store was just a few blocks from me, so I decided to walk. The visit to the pharmacy was relatively painless, except when the cashier looked at me liked I kicked a puppy when I placed pickles and ice cream on the counter. Against popular belief, period symptoms are just like pregnancy symptoms—  nausea, back pain, and weird cravings. The only difference was that my period lasted three days, not nine months. 

By the second block away from my apartment, I knew I was being followed. The tracker was a skilled one, I’d give them that. Mimicking my footsteps and keeping a healthy distance since I wouldn’t notice them. I kept my breathing steady and my mind clear as I approached the next block. I knew he was going to close in on the moment I reached my apartment, and it was not in my best interest to invite him in. I dial my last contact and almost grimace when I realize who it is: Randall Carpio. He just so happened to be someone I tutored on the weekends. I canceled our scheduled session today because of my period cramps. But, it seemed that I was supposed to see him anyway.

“Hey Y/N! I’m happy you—” Randall began to say before I cut him off.

“I am being followed,” my voice drops to a whisper as I near my apartment building. “I don’t know what to do, or who to call.”

“Okay, stay calm. I am on my way, okay?” he tried his best to conceal the worry in his voice. “Where are you?”

“Several blocks from Belgrave, I could see the clock tower,” I said as my voice shook softly.

“Try to enter one of the buildings and remain there. Most likely, the dude is just some rando,” his breath was coarse and came out in harsh spats. 

Was he running?

“Okay.” I picked up my pace and made my way to the square.

The library was approaching my view and relief was starting to wash over me. Suddenly, a force suspended me forward. My body collided with a bed of grass, along with my shopping bag filled with groceries. The air in my lungs was thick and hard to pass as ringing shot through my ears. I turned on my back and coughed. A shadow cascaded over me and it was hard to see the attacker’s face. But I knew his voice.

“Dumb bitch,” Kyle said before kicking me in the abdomen. “You thought you could get away with what you did, huh?”

I hissed in pain. “What are . . .you talking about?”

“You told Gabrielle about me and Shelley!” He kicked me again, right in the same spot. 

I groaned and coughed again. “Please. . . stop.”

“No, you’re gonna pay for what you did,” Kyle pulled a blade from his back pocket and flicked it open. He began to murmur a few incoherent words. 

I felt a heated sensation increase in my throat. My back arched against the grass and pain sored through me. My eyes remained on Kyle’s as he continued his little. . . incantation?

A sudden sheet of black fur shot out of nowhere and collided with Kyle. The burning in my throat remained, but the pain was dying down. My eyelids grew heavier as my hearing became in and out. Arms gathered me from the ground and lifted me up.  The surface was warm and sturdy. I automatically felt safer than I had before. I left my eyes closed as I felt the sudden vibration between the savior’s steps. I entrusted the being with the remains of my body and eased out of consciousness.

A damp, wet something—  a cloth, maybe—   brushed against the very top of my abdomen with ease. Its texture was rough and jagged. It was abnormally hot, but not enough to cause pain. I inched my left eyelid open and looked down at the—  it was a tongue. Not a rag, or some tethered cloth. But, a tongue. That belonged to Randall. He was licking me. More like the wound on my stomach. His eyes were closed and there had been a ghost smile on his lips. This weird task gave him joy and it made me feel. . . hot. I stared at him for a second. A lot of women, hell, a lot of people would be spooked by such an action, yet I wasn’t. Part of me knew that he just couldn’t help it. As if it were his nature to be a tad animalistic. The man was purring as he cleaned my wound. 

I cleared my throat and squirmed underneath his weight. 

Randall lifted his head from my stomach and smiles. “Welcome back Y/N!” The relief in his voice was reassuring and made me feel safe. “I thought I lost a perfectly good tutor.”

“You were licking me,” I declared as I sat up against the pillowy surface.

“Maybe you bumped your head a little too hard there,” he said with a nervous expression.

“I know what I saw, Carpio,” I snapped staring directly at him. I sighed and briefly closed my eyes. “I am grateful that you came to my rescue, especially under such short notice. But, I know what I saw and heard before I checked out last night, Randall.”

“And how much have you heard and saw?” He questioned as he sat back on his knees and looked up at me.

“This might sound insane, but I think I saw a beast. . . attack Kyle last night,” I scratched the side of my head and released a humorless chuckle. 

“What kind of. . . beast do you think it was?” Randall replied carefully. 

He knew more than he let on.

“You know what? Forget it,” I kicked my legs off of the couch and rose to my feet. A flash of pain rushed through my body and my knees buckled.

Strong hands pressed flat against my back and held me in place. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of Randall’s chocolate brown eyes and immediately thought back to the previous night. After the beast dealt with Kyle, it came over to me. Its massive body towered over me like a statue in the night. It crouched down to get a closer look at me. Incoherent sounds fell from its mouth before a wet sensation slide against the side of my face. Even though my eyelids were practically closed, I could see the outline of the creature through my eyelashes. When the beast had gotten closer, all I could remember was its scent. Despite being unearthly, it smelled clean. Minty with a hint of lavender. 

With my body pressed against Randall, all I could smell was that same concoction. It pumped through him like the blood in his veins. Although, it was suffocating at all. 

He pressed my body further against his and alleviation fluttered upon his face. “By the glimmer in your eyes, I could tell you know.”

“That you’re the thing that saved me?” I warbled. “Yes, I do.”

“I could lie to everyone else, but I can’t lie to you,” he replied with a sigh

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[ninimackbrews]

Knights and Kisses

Warnings: very, Very, VERY light sexual themes

Pairing: Hamish Duke x Reader, Lilith Bathory x Reader, Randall Carpio x Reader, Jack Morton x Reader

Hamish Duke: 

Hamish loved to kiss your temple or your wrists. To him they are both highly sensitive and important areas. On days where you’d both be out around campus or taking a walk, he would pull you into his side and plant a light kiss right on your temple. This would also happen if you were standing making him a drink, which was hardly ever, but it did occur once or twice. If you both were just laying in bed or watching tv, it was often you would be holding hands and he you bring them up to his lips and let his lips ghost over the pulse point of your wrist. 

You, on the other hand, loved to roll up on your toes and place kisses on his perfectly crafted jawline. Your height, in this case, was an advantage and allowed you to do this whenever you pleased. This tended to happen when the two of you were at the bar or in the den just alone together. Once you had been sitting watching a movie in the den and felt the urge to just kiss him there so you did. He had looked at you a little surprised at the random action but his words made you giggle.

“Do it again.”

Lilith Bathory:

Lilith would kiss your jaw all day just to hear you giggle and say it tickled. She loved let her lips peck your jawline as she left a room. She loved to be laying in bed and trace her lips from yours down your jaw and kiss behind your ear. There was something intimate about the whole thing to her. You and her were out at the bar once with the others and suddenly a drink came to the table, the bartender saying it was from a guy in the back booth. This of course didn’t sit well with Lilith so she leaned up and kissed your jaw, and trailed her lips to your ear and nibbled a bit. This action made you turn red with blush, but the guy got the message and looked a way from the two of you. 

Just as Lilith, you had a knack for the intimate. Of course kissing her lips were a favorite of yours, but like her you enjoyed to hear her giggle or sigh, and the one place you found enticed this reaction was was her ear, the shell of her ear that is. No matter how many times you did it, it would bring chills to Lilith’s skin and cause her to giggle. 

“Y/n, you know how much that tickles.”

Randall Carpio:

Kissing Randall was more than just kissing, it was true connection. That is cliche, but it is true. Kissing him was like the two of you becoming one, and nothing was really off limits. You were more mindful of PDA, but Randall? No. The man doesn’t care about others seeing anything. He loved to kiss your lips so that was what he was going to do no matter where you two were. A peck goodbye in the dorm building turned into two, then three, then a full blown make out outside Jack’s dorm, where you all had been previously. Of course Jack had to interrupt. But the fact of the matter is, is when presented the opportunity, Randall would kiss your lips.  

You were more PDA aware and would keep the public make outs to a minimum. Your preferred way of showing your affection with kisses was to kiss Randall’s cheek. This was a daily occurrence and sometimes multiple times a day. You loved to see him on campus and plant a kiss on his cheek and walk away. It riled him up. He loved the action because you were giving him just enough, but it made him want more, due to the close proximity to his mouth. 

“Do it again and I’ll french you right here in the quad.”

Jack Morton: 

Jack’s favorite spot to kiss you was on your forehead. The was a tenderness behind it that Jack didn’t use with other people. Just you. He would wrap his arms around your waist and press his lips to the center of your forehead, mumble something you never understood and just hold you. When he was in a rush though, he would sometimes kiss you so hard he would hurt himself. 

You loved to embarrass Jack, and it happened more often than not. Though he was kind of difficult to embarrass. Multiple times you tired and failed, but one day you had been sitting in the Den, your legs over Jack’s lap. You brushed his hair away from his face and leaned in kissing down his face till you settled below his ear and further down his neck. This elicited a sound you had never heard him make before, but you loved it. if he had know that Hamish and Randall had just come in the door he never would have been so vocal, but at the sound of their giggles like children he turned red as a tomato. From then on it was something you just loved to do, and you would kiss his neck all the time, sometimes not even trying to embarrass him, but just to feel him close. It never failed though, at some point he would make noise.

“Y/n, I can’t be caught moaning like that again, its embarrassing as hell.”

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[wildflowerwattpad0217]

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[stayawake4it]

Well Helloooo everyone!! A new day here, I already wrote 3 chapters of the Randall fic thing, actually didnt think I would get this far but aparently music inspire me.

So, Im writting in Spanish, tell me If you want it in English so I cant Traduce it in parts and start posting when I have at least 5 chapters finished. I am so excited!!

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[jedi-mabari]

Imagine the Knights of Saint Christopher fighting over you gets to date you.

*these gifs aren't mine*

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[knights-of-saint-christopher]

Saved Your Life! ~ Reader X Randall Carpio

2. “Are you kidding me right now?!”

14. “Just leave me alone!”

66. "You should be nice to me, I just saved your life!”

Today had sucked! You failed an exam, lost your dorm key, and were thirty minutes late to a job interview. Pretty sure it was safe to say you didn’t get the job. To top it all off you failed your final test, meaning you no longer had a chance of getting into The Order. The order had meant a great deal to you. Your mother and father were both apart of the order during their time at Belgrave. You grew up hearing stories of magic and adventure, and made a promise to yourself that your life would be filled with the same... to bad you had a habit of breaking promises to your self.

Flopping on to a bar stool at the campus pub, you quickly ordered a drink before looking around. The place was dead. Granted it was a Tuesday night. Only a few people lingered, most of which were studying or working. As you sat there sipping on your drink, you couldn’t help but relive the events of the day... and god did in suck. This day truly couldn’t get any worse. You were snapped out of your train of thought by the bartender calling the attention of the pub.

“Hey, listen up!” The large man Hollered. “I just got off the phone with Belgrave admin. There’s supposed to be a huge storm bound to hit this area in a few hours. We don’t want any of you kids roaming around in high wind speeds, so you have been advised to go back to your dorms for the remainder of the evening.”

“Great!” You whisper softly to yourself. Sighing you stood up, slapping a five on the counter before making your way towards the door alongside the other students all hoping to get back before the storm picks up. It was along walk back to your dorm, it’s was dark and cold, and at this moment you would at her be literally anywhere else. You reached in your pocket in hopes of grabbing your phone to check the time, but it was empty, panicking slightly you checked your other pocket before concluding that you must have left it at the pub.

“Are you kidding me right now!” You growl before turning around. At this point you just wanted to cry, absolutely nothing was going alright. When you got to the pub, you notice a boy a little older than you standing close to the wall of the pub building, holding your phone in his right hand. As you got closer you recognized the boy. He was your R.A Randall. Sheepishly you made you way towards the boy, catching his attention as you stopped in front of him.

“First your dorm key, now your phone.” Randall smirked tossing you your phone. Your cheeks began to heat up slightly in embarrassment.

“Yeah. It’s been a long day. Sorry for bothering you.” You say quickly before turning to walk away.

“Hey. I never said you were bothering me. How about I walk you back to the dorm. I’m heading there anyway.” You thought about it for a second before shaking your head.

“Thanks, but I kind of just wanna be alone tonight.”

“Huh. But what kind of R.A would I be if I let you walk home... all alone... in the dark?”

“Maybe a normal one?” You reply, starting to get annoyed at the boys stubbornness.

“Normal is boring. Now come on... we should get back before the storm picks up.” Randall says, before walking in the direction of your dorms. Rolling your eyes you follow him, knowing that at this point you didn’t really have a choice. If it was any other day you would probably have been thrilled to have Randall offer to walk you home, he was funny, charming, and cute, but as you have known from previous meetings Randall is quite chatty, and in the moment you just weren’t in the mood. You trailed slowly behind Randall as he rambled on about whatever he was talking about, trying to toon out as much noise as you possibly could. You watched your feet as you walked along only stopping when you heard Randall suddenly become silent.

“Did you hear that?” Randall whispered turning towards you. Lifting your head up your eyes meet his.

“Hear what?” You whisper back, concerned by Randall’s sudden change in character. A large snap coming from inside the bushes caused both you and Randall to jump.

“That.” Randall said positioning himself slightly in front of you. Another snap echoed throughout the empty streets. Grabbing Randall’s arm you began to try and pull him way from the source of the noise.

“Come on Randall. Let’s just go...” The bushes raddled in front of you and Randall. Before you could blink a fuigure lunged out of the bushes and straight towards you. You flinched back expecting to be attacked, but the attack never came. Opening your eyes you see a member of The Order laying on the ground, what looked to be a wolf standing over them. The sight of blood pouring out of the cloaked fuigure made you feel sick. Slowly backing way from the terrifying scene in front of you, you accidentally step on a stick. As a loud crack sounded out under the weight of your body, the creatures head snapped towards you. Your life flashed before your eyes. You knew there was no pint in running. The creature was twice your size, and could easily catch up. Tears poured from your eyes as the creature slowly approached you. Only stopping about an inch from your face. You starred into its soft brown eyes suddenly feeling a sense of familiarity. Almost within the blink of an eye the creature shrunk down, and transformed into a boy... blinking in disbelief, as the beast The was in front of you mere seconds ago was replaced with your dorky R.A.

“Y/N. Listen, I know that was a lot to take in but I need you to tell me why your being hunted by The Order.” Randall says grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Shock and fear continue to flow through your body, your eyes still focused on the dead body that laid a few feet from you.

“You... But... I, He’s dead! You killed him.He-”

“Tried to kill you?!” Randall interrupted trying his best to calm you down.

“Still, he was a human being. With a family and a life and you don’t even care! You transform in to a... I don’t even know? A fucking bear, kill a guy and then act as if nothing matters?” Randall opened his mouth to say something but it was your turn to cut him off. “No! You know what, just leave me alone!” You yell before turning to walk way.

“First of all a bear? Really? I’m a werewolf. Second, you should be nice to me, I just saved your life! Third I’m not letting you go until you tell me why the order is on your ass!” Sighing you turned around to face Randall.

“I had an opportunity to become a part in of the order, but I fail the final test. I don’t know anything else okay?!” Randall nodded in response “look I’m sorry for yelling. I just, guess I’m confused, in shock maybe?”

“That’s understandable. I’m sorry for killing that guy, didn’t really mean to... kinda just happened.” You chuckle awkwardly looking between Randall and the body.

“Soooo. You’re a werewolf then?”

“Yup!” Randall replies.

“That’s... well I guess that’s pretty cool.” Randall smiled wide at your unexpected response. He nuged your shoulder softly before talking.

“You know what else would be pretty cool?”

“What?” You asked curiously.

“If you’d go out with me... maybe Friday?”

“Hmmm... I’d love to.”

“Haha. Perfect it’s a date then. We should probably get back though, the storms starting to pick up.” You nod, and both you and Randall begin your walk back.

“Wait!” You say stopping suddenly. “Is anyone gonna acknowledges the fact that you’re naked.” You say cheeks beginning to heat up.

“Don’t worry, it’s a wolf thing. You’ll get used to it soon enough.” Randall says winking at you, before continuing the walk. You chuckled softly to your self. Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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Heyy guys! Hope you liked it. Thank you so much for reading, and a huge thank you to @dopetacofirepanda for the request. If you have a request, for any character or ship from the order, just let me know and I’ll be happy to write it for you.

Thanks Loves!

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[zaceouiswriting]

Unexpected love

Character: Randall Carpio x male reader

Universe: The Order

Warnings: Smut

Love. Love is something that not everyone get to experience. At least not in a way, that is intense, giving, pure and without major problems. A love most people would dream of, with a person that is so similar to themselves, but different enough that the love can grow.

To get together with a person that quickly becomes like a best friend, without actually damaging any prior friendships. Someone anyone could build on.

You were no different, dreaming of this love. Feeling could and empty, because there was no-one who really seemed to care about you. Not in this sense anyway.

There were your new found friends, a strange group of guys with one girl in it. All of them were friendly to you, but for some reason, you never could really contact to them. It was as if they were directly besides you, but at the same time miles away. Which wouldn’t be a problem, it was not the first time, that friendships felt like this for you. When there wasn’t Randall, the dork of the group. Tall, handsome, so funny that on most night you had your study dates, you didn’t stopped laughing.

Whenever you laugh at one of his jokes, his eyes began to shine, shimmering with happiness. You could see, that he tried to hide it, but he was really bad at hiding anything. They way he came closer to you, every time you two would be alone.

The way he lowered his voice, so you needed to get near him to really hear what he wanted to say.

You never thought that any of this was strange, it was just how Randall was. Until you took a closer look at the group, when you all did an activity together. He never was this close to any other of them.

Yeah sometimes, he played a little bit with their feelings, teasing them, touching them, but not in the way he did it with you. It was the moment, that you realized that you had feelings for him.

With every fiber of your being, you wanted it to not be true. Because you were friends and you swore to yourself, never break a friendship, in a try for a relationship. And now here you were, in this on campus pub, drinking with your group of friends.

The more alcohol was consumed, the dirtier the topics got. You were never an avid drinker, so it got to you the fastest. „(Y/N)? Did you ever had a boyfriend?“, Hamish asked out of the sudden.

Your head got tomato red in no time. None of them ever asked you this personal question, besides your orientation. Just because they weren’t sure.

„No, I never was in a relationship,“ you answered honestly, a bit ashamed of it. But he only nodded, seemingly understanding, that this was a touchy subject for you. But not all were as good as him in understanding other people.

„So you never had sex?“ Of course only Jack could asked a question, that sounded mocking, as well as real curiosity.

You felt attacked, the moment he asked this question, „No Jack, I never had sex. Because im not the type, that runs after someone, like a lost puppy and beg them to at least let me sniff them sometimes.“ Not one moment, in this little speech, did you take your eyes of the guy. Everyone could tell, that this was an direct attack and also knew what you were playing at.

Jack himself could tell this too. He mumbled something, took his glass with him and vanished to the bar.

Randall on the other hand, sat silently, with a smug smile on his face. You knew that he had a lot of problems with Jack and his on and off girlfriend, so you did not thought anything of it.

After this, not one of them asked me a question like this again and the rest of the evening got over friendly.

Hopefully, they knew now, that you was none to just let things slip. But also will not be that aggressive.

As all of you leave the pub, Randall decided to accompany you on your way to your dorm, with the words: „I don’t want you to get hurt“ Which you found sweet and strange at the same time. Until now never had happened to you. The people did not care for your orientation here.

But you said nothing, just smiled at the taller male and walked besides him. The silent between you two was lovely. Your hands sometimes, touched for a moment. One time you even thought, the he tried to caress yours, but you took your hand away quickly.

Ten minutes later, you already were at your dorm. The alcohol in your system, slowly became too much and your steps got sloppier.

With the door finally open, after many tries, you finally stood in your doorway, with Randall standing outside, seemingly waiting on something. HIs eyes fixated on yours.

„Why did you never had a boyfriend? I mean, you are hot, so why not at least fool with someone around?“

You heard these question many times before, with a smile you looked him up and down, like a piece of meat, „Do you ask, because you like me, or because you want to fuck me?“

„Both.“ Was his quick and direct answer.

A smirk grew over your face, as you grabbed his collar and pulled him into your room, pressing him against one of the wall. „No kissing and no holding back, understood, pretty boy?“

In an instant, you were thrown onto your bed. As you wanted to oriented yourself, Randall already was above you, kissing down your throat, while getting rid of both of your clothes. At least he tried it. But after he got rid of his shirt, you could overpower him and get him under you.

„Tall, dark hair, dark mysterious deep eyes and a muscular body? I understand now, why everyone wants you.“ You began to speak, while kissing down his impressive torso, his hard pecs and six-pack.

„Just wait until you come to the main dish,“ he told you cockily, with a devilish smirk. But ignored him at the end.

As you came near his pants, you finally got rid of you shirt as well. „Fuck,“ muttered Randall under his breath, as he saw you topless, „You are one to talk (Y/N.“ His voice obviously laced with a deep animalistic lust.

Teasingly you opened his pants, slowly. All the while, groping him trough it, „Don’t teas me, baby boy or you will regret it.“ Which only had the affect, for you to go even slower.

Randall did nothing except for growling and moaning. That was until his pants were off and his massive size directly sprang into your face. He did not wear any underwear, what a stud.

„He needs his space,“ Randall only told you, after he had seen your perplexed face.

But you were already on the hook. Licking his tip, working the rest of it with your in comparison dwarf sized hands. With both of your hands around it, you still were able to suck the tip completely into your mouth and even a bit more.

Maybe you overestimated yourself, in taking Randall as your first, but you hoped, that he had enough experience to make it work. At least he seemed like someone who would’ve a lot of it.

To your surprise Randall put one of his hands on the back of your head. And tried to get you to take more of him into your throat. But you tried to to hold back, because of fear, that he would push you further than you could handle him.

Before you knew it, you laid on your back again, your head slightly hanging over the edge of the bed and Randall standing.

„If we want to do this more often, I need to know how much I need to train your throat to take me full in.“ He told you, while slowly pressing his cock into your mouth. Holding your hands, so you could not stop him. „Breath to your nose.“

As your did, your spinning had stopped what it did. Your lungs filled themselves again with air and your stiffness, you did not even realized happened to you, vanished too. „Oh my god, you don’t have a gag reflex,“ he moaned out of breath. You didn’t felt it at first, but you could feel his pubes on your face, smelling his musk. „If I had known this earlier, I had seduced you the first day we met, where I saw your tight ass and couldn’t look away. God.“

He talked and talked, the more he was using your throat like a fleshlight, he became more talkative.

But at some point, took his cock out extremely fast. To see it glistening in the moon light, directly in front of your eyes. You couldn’t believe, that this monster just went all the way in your throat. But Randall didn't even gave you time to come down from the little oxygen you had gotten and already, turned your body around, so that your ass was now hanging from the bed and not your head anymore.

„Don’t worry, I will be careful.“ His voice so sincere, that you only were able to trust him. And he hold his word.

He took extra time to prep you. Licking your little hole, opening it up with his long gentle fingers. Massaging your own tight body while doing it. Kissing your neck, sucking on your nipples, until it was time.

After good half an hour or even longer, you didn’t really know, because you were out of your mind, most of the time. He put your legs over his shoulder. Tucking at his cock, until it was stone hard again.

„Are you sure?“, he asked a last time, directly looking into your eyes. But you were unable to form a coherent sentence, so you just nodded. And without losing eye contact, he began to break into you.

His big head, had some problem to break in at first, but after this first hurdle was overcome, he wordlessly slipped into you. As your eyes widened, you could see, that Randall was as surprised as you, when not even more.

As the shock settled, that he so easily could completely burry himself into you, he finally let out a long loud moan. You on the other hand, still tried to come to term with it. But the hot guy hovering over you, had other plans.

He began to pump into you. At first slowly but quickly became stronger and deeper. Fucking you without hesitation, after he could feel you relax.

Hours and hours, he was fucking you, talking dirty and whispering even worse things in your ear. Telling you what he wants to do to you in the future, where he wants to fuck you and all that. All this talking about future encounters, made the lust building up in your body, even worse.

Until at some point you came so hard, that you literally screamed and your body fell limp into your sheets, while Randall just used you further. Getting more talkative the longer he was doing it with you.

At some point, you fell asleep. Waking up the next day with a punching feeling in your guts and in your head. Your entire body, glistening with sweat.

Arms around you, almost made you jump out of your own bed, until you remembered, what had happened. You lost your virginity, to someone, you weren’t even in a relationship with. Why did you waited for this awesome feeling, when you at the end, did it anyway with someone who most likely did not cared enough for you?

But he was still laying in your bed, so maybe he did like you?

You wanted to turn around and look at his face, but you were way too exhausted and your body ached in every centimeter. Not one single muscle could be moved.

„Good evening, sweet cheeks,“ he whispered lowly in your ear, which got you horny again. His voice was enough to drive you crazy. „Can I kiss you?“, he asked almost shyly.

„Maybe we first should go on a date?“, you could asked him weakly in return. It was then, it began to down on him, why you didn’t want him to kiss you.

„If it was for me, I would call you mine from now on, but if you want a date before this, I can manage that.“ His cocky voice, was everything you needed in your life. He was aware, that he had ruined you for every other male on this planet and that he was the only one who could ever fulfill your needs and still you wanted him to be romantic.

He became aware, that you wanted him to care, so he needed to show you, that he already did and tried to show it to you, to take so good care of you. But you couldn’t possible know, that Randall himself, this handsome god like dude, never was intimate himself. Yes he had girlfriends end even one or two boyfriends. 

But every single one of them ran away, after seeing his little monster. Three of them tried it, but Randall was unable to get them to like it. Except for three, half ass blowjobs nothing ever happened for him. Until you came around. 

Talking to him with so much confidence and wit, that you took him of his feet, the moment he saw you. The feelings he had for you, could not be described. Which was also the reason, why he tried to get you away from any other male, that even remotely seemed interested in you, which he would never tell you. But it was still the truth.

That you are beautiful, with the most amazing smile and laugh, were only side thoughts for him. Of course, he was more than happy, that you didn’t seem to have any problems with his dick, which was surprising, but still. It could also just be you, thinking that he was average size, because you seemed so pure, which you were to be fair. And you thought that you were down there just really small. Because you were smaller than Randall in any other way too.

„How about, we go out tomorrow. Today I will massage your body, because you seem stiff and under pain a little bit. Later I get food, we eat and in the evening I go to me own dorm and get you tomorrow for breakfast. Sounds good?“ As he turned you around, so carefully as he could, to not hurt you and see his puppy like yes and soft smile, your heart felt one hundred times bigger. It was beating fast. And as you nod, and his hoping look, with a slight smile, became that big smile, where he showed you his pearly whites, in this shimmer in his eyes, you were almost at the point to just kiss him. But you hold you feelings back, instead nuzzling into his chest, falling asleep almost immediately after.

Maybe you were finally at home.

#Randall Carpio x male reader #Randall carpio imagines #The Order x male reader #the order imagines #x male reader #male reader

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

The Order Masterlist

Notes:

I have put which AU the stories are!

♥ = Fluff

💋 = Smut

⭐️ = Angst

🎶 = Song inspired

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Hamish

Sick Days ♥

The Last Cocktail ♥

I trust you (Part One) \\ Alcoholic Aficionado (Part Two) ♥

Secrets and Lies ⭐️ ♥

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Randall Carpio

Nights like this ♥

I don't give a shit ♥

Lost ♥

Sorry ♥

Love of my life ♥

Secrets ♥

It's how she smiles ♥

Jealousy ♥

Unexpected Love (Valentines Day) ♥

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Best Friends ♥

#the order #randall carpio #randall carpio x reader #randall carpio imagine #adam dimarco #hamish duke #hamish x-reader #hamish imagines #thomas elms #jack morton #jake manely #masterlist #imagines #x reader #y/n #fanfiction #y/n x character

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Matchmaker ~ R.C.

A/n: I wrote!!!!!! A REQUEST TOO!!!!!! I so hope you guys like this lol. I’m on mobile rn, but I’ll do the read more option later so it’s not such a honker on everyone’s page lol

Request: “...Randall carpio x male reader were the reader is taking his little sister trick or treating and Randall wants to come with because he likes him and the readers little sister keeps pushing her brother towards Randall because she’s ships it!!...”

Word Count: 3700+

MASTERLIST

Halloween had been a terrible holiday for Y/n before his sister was born. Y/n was kind of awkward and struggled to insert himself into situations that allowed him to make friends, so either he went trick or treating with his parents, or he went alone. And walking around a bunch of neighborhoods at night was bad enough without the costumes and the creepy decorations and the dick kids who sat in waiting to make idiots like Y/n pee himself with fright. He never did, but he’d have preferred that to walking around with his parents which was somehow so much worse and always got him teased relentlessly.

When Maddy was born, Y/n had been excited for her to finally grow up and be old enough to go trick or treating with him. Even before that though, no one gave him any crap when he walked around with his parents anymore, because his adorable baby sister came with, and how could they focus on him being a loser if her adorableness was there to distract them?

Y/n finally had a friend. An ally. And the second she could walk, she wanted to walk and talk around with him on Halloween by herself, no parents around. With his awkwardness and her general newness to the world, they became friends. As she got older they argued, and he went through his jerk phase toward the beginning of high school, but at the end of the day they always had each others’ backs when the other really needed it, and that was what mattered.

Things had gotten more difficult when he’d gone to college. He was far away and she was edging toward the end of her middle school years and toward high school, where he knew from experience everything would go wrong. She was even popular and only getting prettier, and in the end Y/n was still awkward and ended up alone more times than not...

But they still had Halloween.

When he had been moving only a few towns away, Maddy had been super excited. She and Y/n had made an agreement that they would see each other for every major Holiday at least, and if they couldn’t pull that off then they would always, ALWAYS see each other on Halloween and each other’s birthday. Last year Y/n had come home, but this year Maddy had begged to stay with him for a week. Y/n had picked her up for her to stay with him; at the end of the week his parents would come and get her.

They said it was for Halloween, but really the time spent together was really refreshing. Y/n lived on campus, and had gotten special permission to let his sister stay with him. While she was there, they both did virtual classes and spent most of the day hanging out.

Unfortunately, being in the dorm that much gave far too many opportunities for Maddy to meet Randall.

Randall Carpio was the chillest RA Y/n had ever heard of. He’d only ever had Randall, but the horror stories he’d heard had him nervous for college for a while. He didn’t drink or smoke or have sex or party for the most part - if at all really - but Randall had made it pretty clear that while he would try to let things slide as much as possible, he also would not hesitate to call someone out if they were really stupid. Mostly because he liked his job. And calling out idiots.

Since coming to school, Randall was really the only person that Y/n considered a friend. Randall had a group he hung out with that didn’t include Y/n, but the two often studied together and hung out in down time. Over time, Randall had begun to spend more and more time around Y/n, finding reason after reason to pop by and say hello and stay a while if he could pull it off.

These days, the reason was always Maddy.

They had been bonding, one extrovert to another, and Y/n was more than happy enough to sit back and watch his thirteen year old sister get along swimmingly with his crush.

Yeah, Y/n liked Randall - but I mean look at the man! Who wouldn’t? He was gorgeous. The kind of person whose smile put the sun to shame in brightness and whose laugh was so nice to hear that it made you smile too, your whole body warming from the center, outward. His touch was warm too, and always joking or gentle. He was never aggressive or mean. The worst he did was tease, and even when he did it was always genuinely funny. It was never those “oh I’m just joking” jokes that aren’t funny, someone just doesn’t want you to be angry with them.

Randall respected their differences and Y/n’s awkwardness and boundaries and the fact that sometimes he couldn’t hang out just because he’d peopled too much that day and needed to recharge on his own. They had cooked together and done homework together and somehow they were equally fun, whether it was a good fight or a day full of puns. Randall was special, and he had Y/n wrapped around his finger whether he knew it or not.

Maddy noticed it immediately. She had always been great at sensing and naming Y/n’s moods, and it hadn’t diminished even with all the time apart. Now, Randall called him a nickname or winked at him as a joke or touched him out of nowhere and there was a smirk on Maddy’s face that would widen more and more as Y/n began to melt into a little puddle at Randall’s feet.

She never said anything, but she didn’t have to. The way she said Randall’s name or asked if he was coming over or what he was up to or if they’d talked that day. The way she pushed the two boys together and would leave them alone at random times out of nowhere. She would even sometimes tease them out loud, calling them boyfriends and asking when they were going to kiss. Y/n almost strangled her each time, but Randall just seemed to laugh and brighten and Y/n would be distracted by that beautiful smile and Maddy’s smile would grow even more.

Things really got going when Halloween came around.

It was on a Saturday this year; the second to last day that Maddy would be in town. It had been nearly a full week of her teasing and Y/n losing his mind. However, he knew when Randall popped in during the morning to say hi and ask how everyone had slept and Maddy slipped in that they would be going trick or treating that night, that things were about to hit the fan. Randall cocked his head and asked about it and Maddy went off about their connection over Halloween, sparing no details of how big a loser Y/n had been his entire life. Y/n sunk into his chair, realizing too late why Maddy had brought this up when in the most innocent voice possible she sighed, “He’s never had a proper Halloween with kids his own age, but he’s always wanted to. Now I guess he’s too old.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s not, but he insists anyway that there’s no point in trying.”

“A betrayal toward yourself,” Randall scoffed jokingly. “I can’t believe you didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go trick or treating! I’m your age, and we are SO not too old for that, especially if we can just say it’s because we’re taking your younger sister.”

Y/n wanted to die on spot. “I just…” he looked at Maddy and tried to hide a glare as she winked at him. She had backed him into a corner so skillfully that he was dizzied by it. She had always been able to astound him with her mastery over manipulation. Never bad, but always impossible to break from. “You want to join us tonight? She’s leaving soon anyway and I’m sure you guys would like to hang out as much as possible since you’re best friends now.”

Randall and Maddy looked at each other, smirking. “Oh you’re definitely my best friend,” Randall agreed. “Who else has my back as much as you?”

“That’s super sad coming from someone who’s like twenty-one when you’re talking to someone who’s thirteen.”

“Are we not best friends?” Randall touched his chest in mock offense.

Maddy laughed. “Fair enough. You’re mine too then. I expect letters or weekly calls.” Her eyes light up. “Maybe you could join Y/n’s! Then I can see my two favorite college kids in one go.”

“I’d love that!” Randall gushed, and Y/n could only smile and nod. Randall pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against then. “Well, I love all of this but before we can absolutely party tonight I so very unfortunately have responsibilities. See you two later?”

Y/n waved as Randall began to slip out the door. “See you.” Randall disappeared and Y/n looked at Maddy with narrowed eyes. “Why do you do me like this?”

Maddy scoffed. “I’m setting you two up, you should be praising me on your knees. It’s not easy and you’re both idiots.”

“He doesn’t even like me back,” Y/n immediately groaned. “You’re just making me look stupid.”

When he saw the look on Maddy’s face, he thought for a split second that she was going to slap him. Not in an angry way but in the way you would to wake someone up. She didn’t though - all she said was, “you’re… joking, right?”

“No?” Y/n offered in return, vice full of awkward hesitation.

Maddy shook her head, smiling to herself. “The worst idiot of them all.” And then she walked away and Y/n looked at the time on instinct and realized he had to get to class; he didn’t have time for an argument. So they both pulled out their computers and put headphones in as they began to start school.

The rest of the day passed normally until school ended. Then Maddy rushed to the bathroom to shower and change into her costume. She was going as Little Red Riding Hood. Y/n was going as the wolf. They had always matched like this, trying to negotiate between the entertainment of laughing and the fact that dressing up on Halloween could seriously dampen Y/n’s already struggling attempts to be cool on any level. Maddy had insisted that this year Y/n dressed up as a wolf man, so he was basically a werewolf. She had done his makeup and she was really great at it, so he looked both super dope and also kind of hot.

Y/n rose an eyebrow. “You have never in your life tried to make me look attractive with makeup.”

Maddy grinned. “You should always doll up a little for a date.”

“It’s not a-“ but before he could finish she ran off to grab her cape. He shook his head, chuckling to himself. As she was finishing up her own costume the doorbell rang and Y/n moved to open it, not surprised to see Randall. He wasn’t dressed up, and his eyes widened when he saw Y/n. It made Y/n flinch. “Yeah I know it’s kind of lame, but Maddy and I always match. You’re running with the dork squad tonight.”

Randall laughed. “I can see why you didn’t have many friends in high school.” He moved closer, and Y/n’s heart stopped in his chest. “People in high school are stupid and miss the fact that dorks are adorable and some of the best kinds of people. I think it’s awesome that you match costumes with your sister.”

Y/n blushed. “Thanks.”

There was a quiet moment where Randall’s eyes scanned Y/n’s face, and his expression changed. Softened, sort of, with a hint of something else that Y/n couldn’t place. It made his body go hot and suddenly he was very aware of the exact amount of space between them. “You okay?” His voice was strangled and he cleared his throat, stepping away from Randall and hoping that either he wasn’t blushing (unlikely) or that his makeup covered it (hopeful at best). “You seem a little out of it.”

Randall didn’t flinch or change at all. He just smiled, the curve of his lips borderlining on a smirk. “I’m definitely in it, don’t worry.” There was something behind those words that Y/n got the feeling he was supposed to pick up, but missed completely. There was an awkward pause and then Maddy entered the room like magic. He realized then she’d probably been waiting again, leaving them alone on purpose. Had he missed something then? A hint? She always told him that he was missing hints and ruining moments with his awkwardness and obliviousness.

Maddy stifled both in one go by twirling, showing off the costume she’d been making all year. She had made Y/n’s too, loving the chance to practice since she wanted to be a designer and make clothes one day. That was how matching costumes had started, and it had become a tradition. Over the years she had gotten incredibly talented, especially for someone who wasn’t even in high school yet.

“What do you think?” She demanded, taking a stance that made her look absolutely adorable. “You look great,” Y/n praised. “You get better every year Mads, it’s amazing.”

Randall’s eyes shot wide. “You MADE these?”

That made Maddy blush. “Yeah. I, uh-“ she fiddled with her cape. This is the only time she was ever really shy. Her clothes making meant a lot to her and the idea that someone she cared about could tell her it sucked… it would break her. Y/n was immediately on guard. Protective.

“It really is amazing, I couldn’t even tell.” His awe was genuine, and his sincere praise made Maddy’s eyes go wide and soft. Y/n could practically see her heart swelling in size as well.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Maybe next year we can all match, I would do anything for a Maddie original, if you would be willing.”

“Very willing,” Maddy proudly stated, getting her confidence back. “I would be more than stoked to see you next year too.”

“I have to say I’d feel the same,” Randall echoed.

The way he’d handled that, and the thought of them still being in each others’ lives… it had feelings swelling in Y/n’s chest that felt strong and pushy. That whispered and pushed and prodded and begged to kiss Randall, or hold his hand, or ask him on a date. To keep him around, as close as possible for as long as possible. Seeing them get along did a lot of things to Y/n, all of them good.

Y/n tried to distract himself from the way his heart was racing. “Too bad we didn’t do this sooner, we could have whipped something up for you. You could have been the grandma. Or the hunter. Kill the werewolf, save the girl.”

Randall smirked, and there was a sense of amusement as he said, “You’d be a better hunter.” Y/n didn’t get the joke, and neither did Maddy from her brief confusion, but he changed the subject before he could be questioned. “We can stop by my room and I can get a flannel. Then maybe we can go see if one of my friends has a fake bow and arrow or something.”

Maddy raised an impressed eyebrow. “You’re good at last minute costuming huh?”

Randall winked, and there was that feeling like they were missing something again. “You have no idea how often I have to change.” He snorted and then turned and Maddy and Y/n looked at each other before shrugging and following after him.

He did end up pulling together a nice outfit that passed well as a hunter, especially after Maddy did some makeup on him to give him a fake wound or two and make his face and hands look like they were dirty. When she was done with him he looked like a hunter straight out of a movie or story book. A really… hot hunter.

Y/n ended up being the first off, leading as Randall and Maddy chatted behind him. It was kind of funny, the hunter and red hiding talking and laughing and joking as the awkward wolf sulked ahead of them. Fitting for the story in a way that made Y/n laugh to think about. Where Maddy was a costume designer, Y/n had always been somewhat of a writer. Perhaps more of a director. He could see scenes in his head. The coloring and the way people moved and the way lines were said. He most often kept those as friends and entertainment instead of real people. It hadn’t helped his lack of actual relationships, that was for sure.

Eventually Maddy called out to Y/n, “What are you laughing about over there?” Y/n fell back so they could catch up, and he began to go off to his sister about the scene he’d been seeing and what had inspired it. He only remembered Randall as he got super into his nerdiest detail obsessions and Maddy laughed at him, shaking her head in amusement. He blushed. “Sorry.”

Randall only scoffed in return. “Please as if you ever have to be sorry for talking about something you’re passionate about. You’ve never talked about this with me before, it’s really cool to hear. Talk all you want.”

That made Y/n blush more, his mind scattering and his heart racing again. Before he could make sense of the jumble in his head he felt Maddy’s shoulder ram into his back. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to set him off balance - just so he tilted a little away from her, taking a step toward Randall and making their shoulders bump. He glared at Maddy but she just looked around like she hadn’t done anything. Perhaps she’d tripped too…

Y/n kept talking about different scenes he’d pictures, which eventually led to a full blown conversation about all the different movie and tv show scenes he would have done differently. Randall was entranced, nodding along and listening intently as Maddy went from house to house to get her candy. Between every house, she would bump into Y/n as he began to put space between him and Randall, and he would be forced to take a step closer or fall into Randall completely, almost making both of them fall. It was becoming more and more obvious that she was doing it on purpose, but no matter how many times he called her out she just blinked large, innocent looking eyes and swore he would have never in a million years.

Randall eventually got very good at catching Y/n.

Finally, he stopped catching and just put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, keeping them close. That seemed to satisfy Maddy… and drive Y/n absolutely insane. They keep the conversation going but Y/n struggled to think straight.

How can he, with a boy like that inches away from him?

When Maddy finally gets tired and is satisfied with her candy haul, the boys make a pit stop at Walmart to buy some candy for themselves as well and the three of them park in Y/n’s living room to watch Halloween movies as they check, exchange, and then begin to eat their candy. Maddy eats until she begins to be sick, saving the rest to ration later. Y/n rations his candy first and eats only one part, not getting sick and having room for actual food. Randall just eats all of his candy and then gives Y/n pouty eyes to steal some of his.

By the end of the night, far past Maddy’s bed time, things have finally calmed down. Maddy and Randall had their sugar crashes and Maddy is curled up on the floor, head resting on Y/n’s thigh. Randall is half asleep but still mumbling about this or that as they watch “Hocus Pocus”. His voice gets softer and softer until he fades out completely, his head falling on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n doesn’t know when he wakes up, but he knows that Maddy’s head is missing from his leg. He realizes why a second later when he hears the snap of a camera and opens his eyes to see Randall crept closer during the night, tangling around Y/n, whose head rests on top of Randall’s dark curls. They’re holding onto each other, and Maddy - behind her phone, camera pointed at the boys - is grinning widely.

“Maddy,” Y/n groans, his voice croaking from still being sleepy.

Randall sighs. “Not the name I was hoping I’d hear first thing in the morning. Especially if you’re going to tease me with the morning voice and everything.”

Y/n blushes, and he thinks it is distinctly too early in the morning for this nonsense. “Tease you how?” He tries to play it off, brush it away. Joke.

Randall doesn’t let him joke. “Oh as if you aren’t the single most fu-“

“MADDY IS MY LITTLE SISTER PLEASE GOD,” Y/n interrupts in a panic, and Randall freezes as he opens his eyes, blinking as he wakes up enough to have some modicum of a censor. Maddy loses her mind laughing.

Randall winces as it sinks in what just happened. “My bad.”

Maddy finally groans, giving up. “Okay I leave for home TODAY and you’re not going to have a matchmaker anymore. Stop this nonsense and kiss or so help me God I’m calling mom.”

Her words have no weight, but Randall accepts the excuse to kiss Y/n anyway, grabbing the other boy’s face and bringing their lips together. It’s the slightest bit bitter as neither of them have brushed their teeth, but neither of them care. They get lost in the tension that had been building up for months finally releasing.

Y/n liked Randall.

Randall liked him back.

When they finally part, both boys look dazed. “You free for dinner today?” Y/n asks softly, swallowing hard.

“Very, very free,” Randall responds immediately.

Maddy collapses onto the ground. “FINALLY!” There’s a pause and then all three of them are laughing. And for that moment, Y/n decides, everything else was worth it.

#randall carpio #randall carpio x reader #randall carpio x male reader #randall carpio imagine #The Order #male reader #the order imagine #the order x reader #the knights of saint christopher #the knights of saint christopher x reader #the knights of saint christopher x male reader #the knights of saint christopher imagine #the order x male reader

[train-wrecc]

ALPHA.

• hamish duke x fem!reader

warning(s) ���️: none? somewhat angst (not really), death, mentions of blood

pairings: vera x niece!reader, hamish duke x reader

summary: y/n is vera stones niece who had been inducted into the hermetic order of the blue rose 4 years ago (senior in college) however when reviewing books in the reliquary/vault for an assignment she stumbles upon a certain fur coat, the hide of alpha.

wc (word count): 2.2k

gc (gif credit): unknown/google

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y/n had barely set foot into the temple before alyssa almost tackled her to the floor. "geez, medicum, watch where you're going."

"magistratus! you're just the person i was looking for! im so sorry for bumping into you but uh, " the blonde gestures behind her with a hand, "the temple magus would like to see you..." she says, before plastering an awkward smile and walking off.

"and i thought today couldn't get any worse..." y/n mumbled.

y/n walked down the corridor before stopping at the large doors which the temple magus who just so happened to be her aunt, sat behind.

the doors opened before her, and she was met with her aunt and a large older man. "temple magus." y/n said nodding her head, glancing at the man that was stood beside her aunt in confusion.

"magistratus, welc-" vera was interrupted by the older man beside her.

"vera quit with the formalities, she's your niece!" he chuckled.

"edward coventry, the grand magus." edward extended his hand out for y/n to shake. she embraced his hand with hers giving a firm shake.

"your aunt has told me a lot about you y/n,"

"all good things, i assume." y/n responded.

"yes, of course, you could say im intrigued... meet me in the temple tomorrow afternoon. I have an interesting assignment for you."

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the door clattered open as alyssa made her way into the temple where y/n and a few other magistratus' stood.

the others glanced in shock, "what is a medicum doing here?" selena questioned as she snickered at kyle as alyssa walked past the group.

"she's here like the rest of us, the magus wouldn't have allowed her to be here if she hadn't proven herself." y/n said in an attempt to get selena to shut up.

"are you sure? the only reason you're a magistratus is because of your auntie." selena continued.

y/n rolled her eyes tired of dealing with selena, "you're right, who else promotes us besides the magus? selena, why don't you keep your mouth shut, before i shut it for you, after all, my aunt is the temple magus."

before selena could utter a snarky remark edward strode in.

"okay! vera says that you're the ones with the most potential. potential will get you into the door, but it will not guarantee you a seat, " edward rips off the cloth which was obstructing the view of what appeared to be an obsidian block, "at the table." he continued.

"this obsidian block is estimated to be between, mhm, 1,500 and 2,000 years old." he gesticulates to the block.

"but spoiler alert. this is no ordinary... hunk of rock," he says, dropping a bug onto the rock which in turn burst.

"something is inside this obsidian that people don't want others to have. i want you to reverse engineer the magic protecting this stone."

y/n notices alyssa begins to write "deleatur?" on her notebook, as kyle glances at the word on the book before speaking up.

'of course he would, arrogant prick....' y/n thinks to herself.

"magus?" kyle steps forward, "with your permission?" he continued, as edward motioned towards the rock, as a signal to continue.

kyle raised a knife to his right hand before slicing it and muttering "deleatur", flicking his wrist toward the stone.

shortly after the flick of his wrist, his right forearm collided against his upper arm, his limb broken now, bone sticking out.

he gasps in pain, which puts a small smirk on y/ns face, 'serves him right...' roaming in her mind.

"you know how to heal that?" edward breaks the silence. kyle responded with a shake of his head 'no'.

"right. my driver will take you to the hospital."

kyle walks out of the room, hunched over, cradling his right arm the best that he can.

edward picks the obsidian up from its frame, "now that you know what you're dealing with, impress me." before he follows behind kyle.

"alyssa. make sure the temple gets a proper cleansing." are his last words.

"at once, magus." alyssa replied.

"now we know why she's here." diego called, his arm around selena's shoulder calls, a smirk on his face as she laughs before they continue to make their way out of the temple.

a sigh falls from alyssa's lips.

"don't worry about them medicum, you're not here for that. they just feel threatened by you." the y/h/c (your hair colour, i.e. brunette, blonde) girl spoke up.

"thanks, magistratus." alyssa responded.

y/n simply nodded in return, before stalking off to go pester her aunt, she had an idea about an incantation that might work on reversing the magic which was protecting the obsidian.

-

next day...

y/n's fist met the door as she knocked.

she could faintly hear the word "aperiatur" slip from her aunt's lips, as the doors opened.

"magistratus." vera greeted y/n.

y/n rolled her eyes, her aunt had always been so persistent in remaining professional at the temple, so that other members never thought y/n only got in due to vera.

"hey auntie vera," y/n says her words practically covered in honey.

"one. what did i tell you about keeping our professionalism and two. what do you want?" vera smirked knowing her niece too well.

a sigh came from y/n's lips, knowing her aunt had caught on.

"you're aware of the assignment of edward's that i'm apart of?" her aunt nodded in respond to the question.

"well i need to get into the vault, and before you interrupt me there's a book in there that i want to examine and see if i can find an incantation for the assignment." y/n explained, she had been planning on talking to her aunt the day before but something had come up.

"no." vera gulped knowing well she had given alyssa, a medium, access to the reliquary the day before. however the vault is different she reassured herself.

"of course, god forbid you do me one favour." y/n said her voice sour, her head nodding in false understanding.

"y'know ive worked my ass twice as hard as anyone else to be here, and yet i'm always getting criticized the most for every simple mistake that i make which aren't very many..." y/n began, her aunts answer irking her.

"and you decide to do alyssa the kiss ass a favour and give her access to the reliquary when she's a medicum, however, you can't do me a favour and let me use the vault once." y/n finishes brows furrowed, done with her aunt at the moment.

y/n began to stalk off before vera stopped the girl.

"y/n. you may use the vault." vera murmured.

the y/h (your height i.e. short, tall) girl returned to the room silently.

she handed y/n a necklace with a pentagon-shaped charm attached to it. "repeat after me. sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit." vera says the incantation.

"sanguis meus tuas laminate acuit."

with the movement of vera's hand, the bookshelves began to separate and opened to a corridor.

"y/n, sweetheart, you know i love you. the only reason i criticize you, harshly at times, is because i know you have the potential to be twice as great as you already are. greater than me." her aunt said dripping in sympathy and love.

however, y/n doubted that.

"of course i know because you remind me so often." the words slipped from y/n's lips, filled with sarcasm.

y/n made her way through the fear corridor and into the vault clutching the pentagon necklace as vera watched from the entrance.

-

y/n had been searching for the incantation for a few hours now and had yet to find the incantation.

she had rummaged through all the books that were out in the open and visible before deciding maybe there were some in hiding.

she had scoured high and low for books and had nearly given up before her eyes caught a rugged brown chest of some sort.

"this has to be it!" she exclaimed to herself, noticing the lock on the latch of it.

she'd assumed vera had left a while ago, and figured she'd have to talk to her about it the next day.

however, before she could even reach for the lock, it burst and the top of the trunk rose.

all she could see was some kind of fur coat before it had engulfed her and her vision was captured by darkness as she gasped.

(a/n: thank the lord she's a werewolf now, we can now get to the good part!!!!! 🥳)

-

a groan emitted from the y/h/c, as she began to stir. she felt like she was repeatedly getting pricked by something.

sweat dripped down her trembling body, teeth chattering from the cold. her eyes peeled open, vision fuzzy before it cleared. she wrapped her arms around herself, her arms met her bare chest.

her eyes widened in realization, she was naked.

eyes gazing down, she took in her bare body, painted red. her fingers met the dark red, substance. blood. blood, that was not her own.

"no, no, no, shit! what the fuck did i do?" y/n says in disbelief, hands twitching, as panic fills her veins.

she retrieves herself from the dirt of the forest as she makes her way through the large trees, hiding behind them every so often in order to not expose herself in case anyone were to be in the forest.

she nears a tent not too far from where she awoke and evaluates the area for anyone. it appeared to be vacant, so y/n made her way toward the tent in search of something to cover her bare body with.

however, when she neared the tent, her vision was once again met with blood. on the ground lay a man a hole where his heart should be. her vision became blurred by the tears that filled her eyes. this was the persons life she had took. a young man, who had his whole life ahead of him.

and it was put to an end because of her.

his blood was on her hands. literally.

though her hands trembled y/n had managed to rummage through his things, and find a change if clothes which we had immediately put on.

the pieces of cloth, which caressed her body, aided in warming her. she didn't waste another second and got to work quickly, digging somewhat of a grave for the male.

once she had covered the now cadaver-filled hole, y/n gathered a few leaves which took the place of which would ideally be flowers.

she sniffled, viciously blinking to try and rid her eyes of tears. y/n gently pressed the leaves into the soil, before getting up from her knees.

next came getting rid of any evidence that the man had ever set foot in the woods. she used a simple incantation to rid the small area of any objects.

after she had done so, she mad her journey near the edge of the woods, which she was quite familiar with, being in the order and they tend to venture in the woods often, especially when recruiting neophytes.

however, around fifteen minutes had passed, and y/n's eyesight was no longer a captive to the never-ending trees.

she no longer knew where she was... she'd never seen a house on the outskirts of the woods. she wondered if it had always been there.

y/n hadn't thought up a plan, before she knew it her legs were carrying her to the front door, and her curled fist met the wood of the door.

she truly hadn't thought about what she was gonna say, until she had knocked on the door.

what would she do? how would she explain her dishevelled appearance? the blood... oh god she had forgotten that she was practically drenched in the dark fluid from head to toe.

-

a/n: y'all this is so bad I'm sorry and it's on the longer side and like for what reason? 🤨😂

like literally nothing happened im so sorry this is literal shit...  obviously there WILL be a PT 2,

& sorry if the spacing is weird i’m on the mobile app...

also this is the only part that’ll be in third pov, i normally write first person but i was trying something different & i didn’t like it

& IM SORRY HAMISH WASNTIN THIS PRT HE'LL BE IN THE NEXT ONE I PROMISE !!!! 😔❤️🤞

#imagine #imagines #love #hamish #hamish duke #hamishdukexreader #the order #xreader #oneshot #fanfiction #the order imagine #randall carpio #randall carpio x reader #hamish duke imagine #lilith #lilith bathory #lilith bathory x reader #jack morton #hamish duke imagines #the order netflix #the order netflix imagine

[thebisexualdogdad]

hi! could i request what i a headcanon what it would be like dating randall (or all of the knights individual, if you want to)? thank youu!!

Randall: 

· the biggest dork

· he's always making you laugh

· but he's also really sweet 

· brings you your favorite snacks when you're feeling down

· big cuddler

· he can be the big spoon or little spoon doesn't matter 

· walks around naked as often as he can much to the other knights dismay 

· he'll come into the kitchen fully nude while everyone is eating breakfast and you have to cover him with your jacket

Hamish: 

· so smart it's kind of intimidating

· he'll make references you don't understand 

· teasing him by hiding his vests before class

· he takes you out on the most luxurious dates

· pulling him in by the tie to kiss him

· he always helps you write your papers which makes Randall jealous cause Hamish makes him and Jack do their homework themselves 

· he'll get you flowers for no reason 

· and writes you poems 

Lilith: 

· you're the only person she's not grumpy around 

· the way she told you she liked you was "i hate you less than most people" 

· she's so tiny she drowns in your sweaters 

· frequently having to stop her from ripping Randall's head off 

· carrying her to bed when she falls asleep on the couch while you watch movies 

· calling her Lili to mess with her 

· calming her down when she's angry 

· picking her up and throwing her over your shoulder when she's yelling at Randall or Jack 

Jack: 

· the himbo of the knights 

· he's dum but cute so it makes up for it 

· he has zero logic so you're always getting him out of trouble

· good luck though when Randall is the one giving him ideas 

· his idea of a date is getting McDonalds 

· all he eats is junk food so you have to force him to eat a salad once in a while 

· he's so clumsy you're always cleaning up his messes 

· he tried baking you a cake for your birthday and ended up with batter on the ceiling 

Gabrielle: 

· she didn't ask you on a date she told you you were going on a date 

· when you find out about her dad it makes sense why she acts the way she does

· she's actually pretty soft with you 

· though in public she still puts up her mean girl persona 

· no one understands why you're with her but you don't care 

· she's smart, headstrong and determined and that's what you love about her 

· she constantly buys you clothes she thinks you'll look good in

· so many couples photos on instagram

#the order imagine #randall carpio imagine #randall carpio x reader #hamish duke imagine #hamish duke x reader #lilith bathory imagine #lilith bathory x reader #jack morton imagine #jack morton x reader #gabrielle dupres imagine #gabrielle dupres x reader #headcanons

[ninimackbrews]

The Order Masterlist

 New and not so improved masterlist, but its specifically for The Order. Some asked how to find my fics and this is what I developed instead of a full Masterlist.

I hope its helpful and I will try to keep it updated to the best of my ability, but if you’re ever struggling to find one of my fics, head to my blog and search my tags directly. 

Imagines:

Hamish Duke x Reader: 

TA Dreams 

Maybe It’s Magic 

You Can Read This?

Randall Carpio:

He’s Body Positive

It’s Okay 1 / 2 

Preferences: 

Drunk Knights 

Lazy day with the Knights

Height Differences

How the Knights Sleep 

Knights and Kisses

#hamish duke imagines #hamish duke #hamish duke imagine #randall carpio #randall carpio imagine #randall carpio imagines #jack morton #jack morton imagine #jack morton imagines #Lilith Bathory #lilith bathory imagines #lilith bathory imagine #The Order #the order imagine #the order imagines #the knights of saint christopher imagines #the knights of saint christopher #the order preferences #the knights of saint Christopher preferences