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When the Blood Moon Wanes - Alcide Herveaux x fem!reader

On the fourth day of Ficmas, my writer gave to me~

Your date with Alcide gets interrupted, but he gets surprised when you come along for the ride.

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When (Y/N) finally mustered up the courage to ask out the very tall and very handsome Alcide Herveaux, she had expected exciting. But who knew exciting included werewolves as well as vampires.

But hey, the hottest guy in town had blushed when she stuttered out a hello.

Sitting at the bar of Merlotte’s, nursing a shirley temple, she took glances towards a booth where Sookie sat and talked with Alcide Herveaux. She had only met him a few times. Mostly her word-vomiting stupid bullshit because she couldn’t talk to men worth a damn.

Her nickname in high school had been “the mouth” and not because of certain “extracurricular activities”. Just because she was so awkward.

“Bitch, I know you’re not drinking a fuckin shirley temple.” Lafayette took the glass from her hand, took the toothpick that skewered a maraschino cherry and ate the fruit.

“I was really looking forward to that cherry.” She mumbled with a pout.

He slammed the glass down, raising a well manicured eyebrow at her, “What’s with the pity party? Don’t tell me went out with another fang banger.”

“Hey.” She said in a hushed voice, “I told you my Halloween costume was convincing.” She sighed, going back to her longing, “Not that it matters, no one in this town gives a damn about any girl but Sookie Stackhouse.”

“You best be careful, you know she can read thoughts.” He started washing her glass.

She scoffed, “Oh, I know. I got a big lecture about how it’s not her fault that her life is always in danger, blah blah blah.” She opened and closed her hand like a puppet, then she dropped her hand on the bar top. “Besides, she’s already got him wrapped around her fingers.”

Lafayette spied in the direction she was looking, “You talkin’ about Alcide? Honey, men like that don’t go after girls like us.” He put a hand on his hip, “Damn shame though, what I would give to climb that sycamore.” He hummed like he had tasted something delectable.

“Ya know what? Men like that don’t go after girls like us, so maybe we should go after them.” She held her hand out, “Shot of whiskey. Put it on my tab.”

While he pour, he asked: “You mean the tab that has three shirley temples and a side a’fries on it?” She ignored his jab and drank the shot he filled her empty hand with almost immediately. Filled with liquid courage, (Y/N) got up from the bar and made her way towards the booths.

As she walked by, she could see Terry and Arlene staring at her from the kitchen window.

“Where’s she going?” The cook asked, genuine confusion on his face.

“She’s goin’ where no lady has gone before, god bless.” The red head took her plates and made her way to her table. Terry just stuck his head back in the kitchen.

(Y/N) made it to the table just as Sookie was leaving, Alcide looking like a lost puppy.

“Hey Alcide.” She said with a smile, her heart almost jumping out of her throat as she watched him perk up at her arrival.

“Oh, uh, hey, (Y/N).” He said, a pink tinge to his cheeks, “What can I do for ya?”

“Great question, I was just-” It was then that she realized that she had no fucking plan.

“Um.” She felt her face heat up, “Uh, I was wondering if... You would like... To have dinner... At... My house?”

“R...Right now?” His eyes widened, “I just ate...”

“Oh...” Her blush was now that of embarrassment, she started to get up from the table, “Uh, then I will just let you get back to-”

“Wait!” He called, reaching out and took her hand before she got too far.

“Holy fuck, he’s touching me.” Her brain was screaming at her.

“Uh.” He released her hand quickly, “I would like to have dinner with you though.”

“Really?!” She yelled without realizing, “Uh, um, yeah, that sounds good. How’s Saturday?”

“Saturday’s perfect.” He smiled.

Now it was Saturday and she was cooking her father’s no-fail steak house meal. The dry rub was so secret that he refused to give her the ingredients, he just dropped off a ziplock bag of spice mix off on her door stop. Better than nothing, she supposed. Steak, potatoes, mixed greens. It was halfway through dinner when she realized she hadn’t asked if he was allergic to anything. Oh god, what if she killed him? Her first date with this man and she kills him. Lafayette would never let her live it down. He would visit her in prison just to smirk and laugh at her.

The doorbell brought her out of the plan she was making taking him to the hospital if he, indeed, had an allergic reaction.

“That’s him...” She inhaled deeply, smoothing out her dress and walking to the door, opening it. Just the sight of the man in the door, made her blush. Did she die and go to heaven between the kitchen and the door?

Alcide wore a navy blue henley shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his usual jeans, and boots. His hair hung in it’s usual perfect way, falling into his eyes at times. He had a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

He looked up with his books with a casual smile, “Evenin’.”

“Hi.” She said softly, “Come on in.”

He stepped inside, “Uh, these are for you.” Handing her the bouquet, he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“T-thank you.” She grinned, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

It was a nice moment. But a certain someone popped in.

More knocking at her door led her to open her eyes and grumble, opening the door. On her porch, they found Sookie, Bill, and a very tall vampire who stared very intently.

“Can I help you?” (Y/N) asked, a little more than slightly annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I know I’m interruptin’ y’alls’ date, but we really need his help.” Sookie said. Alcide came to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“A blood cult is planning to sacrifice werewolves to a moon god. We need someone who can infiltrate.” Bill drawled. While they spoke, she had slipped away from Alcide, causing him to frown slightly.

“And why the hell can’t you have Sam do it?”

“Because Sam Merlotte doesn’t owe me a favor.” The tall blond vampire, tilted his head to the side. Pale eyes staring the werewolf down. Alcide knew he couldn’t argue. He sighed in frustration and walked out of the house, before turning back to look at his date.

“(Y/N), I am so sorry, I completely understand if you never wanna see me aga-” He was cut off by (Y/N) returning, cocking a shotgun.

“So who’s car we takin’?” She smirked.

“Now, Miss (Y/L/N), it is far too dangerous-” Bill began.

“Ah!” She cut him off, making his face scrunch up like an offended toddler, “You people are cutting into our date. So we’re taking the date on the road. My dad taught me how to hogtie a pig in thirty seconds, and they’re more likely to kill you than some wannabe cultists. Let’s move out.” The group watched as she closed the door behind her and walked off into the night.

“She’s quite interesting.” Eric raised his eyebrows, slightly impressed by the human’s tanacity.

“She’s spoken for.” Alcide grinned, following close behind.

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christinesficrecs · 1 year

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These are lost fic requests from last month. Any and all help would be appreciated. ❤️

Hi I'm looking for a fic where Erica dares Derek to order a cup of coffee as balck as his soul I can't remember anything else just that was a sterek coffee shop fic. I think it was a tumblr fic that's all I can recall. I hope you can help me.

@smowkie found it. Thank you!! Tumblr Ficlet

Hi I was wondering if you know a fanfic where Stiles is hurt badly by Gerald and hides his injuries from the pack. I think he stitches his own wrists and tries to treat the injury’s. The pack find out weeks later and are all upset stiles was hurt and they didn’t know. Thanks

@terrenlurks found this one. Thank you!!!

It's all part of the master plan by Littleredridinghunter | 57.1K | Sterek Version

When Gerard kidnaps Stiles at the lacrosse game, nobody knows he was taken, nodoby knows how bad it was. Stiles swears Erica and Boyd to secrecy.

When the pack finally find out about it they do everything they can to help him heal and protect him from future threats.

Too bad that they don't manage to do that.

- Looking for a Teenwolf/Supernatural/Trueblood crossover where the Winchesters & Castiel join the pack. Dean gets attacked & has to ge bitten by Derek. Dean & Castiel move into the Lift. Sam becomes a Deputy. Derek & Stiles adopt 3 or 4 kids, one of whom is the nephew of Alcide.

- Looking for fics where Stiles is sent to live with his Uncle in England only to have Jacson & Cora join him there to study at Oxford. They get recruited to MI5 OR M16 where his Uncle is the head & eventually join up with Derek & the rest of the pack in Beacon Hills who have joined the FBI? They join forces to protect the innocent

- I'm looking for fics where Stiles runs away to Beacon Hills from 'Deucalion'. He us both a Werewolf and a Werefox and has magic. He & Derek get involved, Derek & Peter take the pack on holiday to either Greece or Egypt, another lesbian couple cause trouble when one claims to be engaged to Derek to hide her relationship from her parents

Hello! I’m not sure if you accept questions about identifying fics but thought I’d give it a shot! I’m looking for a sterek fic where stiles in an omega chosen to be the star of a reality tv show where other alphas have to physically fight to remain in the competition for stiles. Derek is one of the producers/directors and they end up secretly sort of dating while stiles is still in the show. Would really appreciate it if someone could tell me the title of this fic!

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Helen of Troy by standinginanicedress | 150.2K | Explicit

Stiles can fake laugh, fake smile. He can play coy and he can be demure and barely eat anything in front of them, and he can sit still and do his little song and dance of feigning interest.

But this is a little out of his scope. They want him to fully become someone else. They want him to be who everyone wants him to be, and it scares the shit out of Stiles, because he doesn’t know if he can do it for hours and hours while cameras watch his every single move. It’s a lot. It’s more than he bargained for.

- Hello! I’ve been looking for this fanfiction where Derek and stiles are mates and Derek leaves because he doesn’t want to pressure stiles, but he doesn’t tell stiles they’re mates, so stiles figures it out after researching getting super sick from Derek leaving. Peter is the one to bring Derek back whose also sick and almost dying from being separated from stiles. They only get better once they’re reunited.

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prpfs · 11 months

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🐺 I'm taking a shot in the dark here, but I'm on the lookout for awesome individuals to join me in interacting with my characters from the show and books 'True Blood': Sam Merlotte, Alcide Herveaux, or Jason Stackhouse. The main focus will be on MXM interactions, but hey, I'm aware that there might be some ladies out there who are interested too. If that's the case, I'm open to trying your female character, as long as you're willing to play a male canon or offer something exciting in return. Let's make sure this is a fair and mutually satisfying experience! In the past, I've tried interacting with others, but I quickly lost interest because it felt like a one-way street They only wanted me to play a male character for them, without offering anything in return. That's why I'm looking for someone who understands that this is a two-way deal. If you're up for it, let's connect! Obviously, there are adult topics and dead dove situations.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

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mxrplooker · 11 months

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#true blood rp #werewolf rp #m/m rp

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freyaishtar · 4 years

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💥New One-Shot💥

One Night in Shreveport

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Rated M/E

On a research assignment in the States, Hermione—now inflicted with the lycanthropy curse, herself—wants nothing more than to put her breakup with Fenrir behind her. A chance meeting with Alcide Herveaux shows her the best way to get over one werewolf … is to get under another, of course.

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shimosu · 4 years

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Short Alcides/Heracles one-shot

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Aphrodite was bored. She wanted to see people fall in love. Humans, her fellow gods, as long as she got a front row seat.

So one day, while looking at a ball of red yarn that a cat was playing with on her phone, she got a fun idea with that.

She got a mess of red strings, and got them cut into sections. The ends went out, and wrapped around the fingers of both gods and humans alike.

Only a few, though. She didn't want it to be permanent.

Just a fun experiment.

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(Reader) stared down at their pinky, where a sparkly red string was wrapped around. They didn't know where it led, and they already tried to cut it. It didn't work. They couldn't untie it either, the knots were too intricate and small.

It didn't get in the way of things. No, the string went through many things. But in the last day, it had tugged them four times.

So they followed to where the other end of the string was, realizing it belonged to a human when they had to go down to earth.

. . .

A strongly-built male with spiky black hair -Alcides- was going up the hill with his friend, a skinny, small boy with blond hair in a bowl cut named Castor.

They headed up the hill with the single tree on top.

Alcides, walking faster than Castor, stopped briefly and looked back to see if he was keeping up.

"You okay?"

"You're... asking that, after running here?!" Castor was out of breath, trudging up behind Alcides, who didn't seem that tired.

"Can't get stronger if you don't push yourself!" He turned his head forward again.

A glimpse of red, like a ribbon, flew into his vision, flying boldly into the sight of green, blue, and brown. It was bright red, but not like the blood he saw when they hunted; no, the blood then was more viscous. This red was strong as well, but it wasn't a liquid. It was a material, that blew in the wind, like silk.

Instinctively, he reached out his hand to grab it, and for a moment, he thought he saw the same red, attached and wrapped around his pinky finger.

But when he blinked again, the red was gone. His hand grasped nothing.

He blinked a few more times. There was no red. He looked at the tree, his vision focusing on it.

Then a head of (h/c) poked out, followed by a face with a beauty that was definitely god-like. Their eyes gazed at him curiously.

He felt the breath in his chest freeze and stutter. His mouth, without him realizing, had fallen agape.

Staring each other in the eye, it was as if everything was moving in slow motion.

There was a tug on their pinkies.

My heart, is racing.

The only thing moving at a speed that wasn't frozen, was his throbbing heart. When they blinked, it was like time suddenly began moving again with a lurch.

"Hello?"

The voice that spoke wasn't his, or that mysterious person who seemed to have grasped his heartstrings.

In fact, the one that spoke was Castor, directing his confused greeting to the mystery person that suddenly appeared behind the tree.

"Um, hi." They stepped a bit out of the tree, their hands still on the trunk. Their voice made his heart stall another beat.

He didn't know it, but his eyes were wide and whimsical.

At the shocked gaze of Alcides, (Reader) hid behind the tree again, embarrassed with their cheeks flaring up.

They had never seen humans so up close before. They seemed to resemble some of the other gods, though not with as such perfect beauty. Zeus, Poseidon, Ares, Hermes, they all resembled humans. Though the humans weren't as tall, and Ares was really big.

The gods never really made them feel like this odd feeling. They knew Aphrodite was the one behind the red strings, and she loved romance. So this feeling may have been romantic love.

"... Sorry."

The red string was attached to both their pinkies.

Dammit Aphrodite/I think I'm in love.

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alonely-dreamer · 3 years

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The Valuable Sun | Chapter 23 (Part 3)

Summary: Brooke and Eric have work to do.

Pairing: Eric x OC

Warnings: 18+

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Words: 2688

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To say that Brooke and Sookie were having a hard time was an understatement. Sookie, after killing Debbie and having Pam turn Tara into a vampire, was judged and hated by all, and she had come back from work a wreck, and had dove into the cabinet were gran had always kept the alcohol. She turned on the stereo, and the loud music woke Brooklynne up.

She had spent the entire day in bed, and even though she kept waking up and kept having the worst lucid dreams, she stayed under the covers until way after sunset.

Not only the music was loud, but Brooke could hear her sister’s devastating thoughts. She had cast Bill away from her mind, she had enough humans judging her for her to worry about the traitorous bastard her vampire ex-boyfriend had turned out to be. She was so drunk she couldn’t hear Brooke think really, really, loudly that she wished she’d turn down the music a bit. Perhaps Sookie didn’t even know her sister was in her bedroom upstairs. She rarely were anymore.

Lafayette called. He had found Sookie’s car destroyed against a tree, and wanted to check on her. She was fine, apparently, she had jumped out of the car at the right time, and had even found it funny. She must be really drunk, Brooke thought.

She heard another train of thoughts approach the house, but his smell told her who he was before she could even hear anything. Sookie was waiting for another well deserved scolding from the werewolf but was surprised to hear Alcide had told Debbie’s parents some lie about how the Alpha from their pack had slept with her then killed her. Good. Because if Alcide had told the truth and Sookie had been sent to jail, not much would have been left of the werewolf after that night.

She tried to tune out the party that was going on downstairs, but it was either listening to Alcide and Sookie’s drunk thoughts about each other or thinking about her own issues. And she really didn’t want to think about Eric at the moment.

When Sookie and Alcide started to make out on their grandmother’s couch, she thought about leaving the house, not only to give them some privacy but also because she really didn’t want to hear any of it.

But then she heard his voice. Or rather, his thoughts. Bill was standing right there, outside of their house, watching the werewolf and the fairy take each other’s clothes off. A creep until the end. Brooklynne felt like fighting, and he had just given her a reason to beat his ass.

She sped out of her house, wearing nothing but a tight shirt and silk shorts and went straight to Bill whom she pushed away with supernatural strength. The King of Louisiana landed in the cemetery near the house.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as if he were still standing right in front of her.

It took a couple of seconds for him to get back on his feet and return to his spot.

“You know, I am still your King.”

“What are you gonna do?”

Bill sighed. “I get that you’re mad, but…”

“But nothing. Leave my sister alone.”

“I didn’t come here for Sookie.”

“What then?”

“I told him to meet us here,” Eric said as he appeared beside his King. “Granted, he could’ve picked a better spot.”

“Weren’t we supposed to go with Alcide?” she asked, remembering the plan. “He’s drunk now.”

“Clearly,” Eric mumbled.

“Let’s sober him up,” Bill said, and Brooke had no doubt he was more than happy to put a stop to the party.

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Alcide took them to Doug, the employee that had found the hole in the parking lot. The werewolf had been smart not to ask about the obvious tension between the vampires while they drove in his van to the site.

Doug was a chubby man almost as tall as Alcide. His hair was longer, and so was his beard. He seemed shy and squeamish, and didn’t feel comfortable with whatever was happening. They had taken them to Russell’s former resting place where fresh cement had been poured to cover the hole. Brooklynne asked Doug to hold her hand and close his eyes and focus on that night, on what he saw. He had been glamoured by the vampire who had dug up Russell and it was harder for her to get any useful images from his mind.

“It’s a woman,” Brooke said. “She’s digging up Russell with her hands.”

Russell appeared like a bloody overgrown baby with no skin and the memory made Doug start to shake in fear.

“What the fuck is this?” he asks as if he were living it for the first time.

“Wait,” Brooke squeezed his hand harder as he tried to step away. “It’s Nora,” she breathed out.

“That’s not possible,” Eric said, trying to ignore Bill’s ‘I told you so’ look.

“She has the same necklace.”

“It could be any member of the Authority, then. Do you see Nora’s face?”

“No, just the necklace.”

“So we don’t know for certain it’s her,” Eric insisted. “It’s not Nora, it can’t be. She thought Russell was dead. She risked her life to free us.”

“Can I go now?” Doug asked.

But they were far from done.

The woman, whom according to Eric was not Nora, had Doug scoop Russell up like a baby and take him into an abandoned facility at the other end of town. That was their next destination.

In the van, Eric and Bill kept arguing about Nora while Brooklynne, helped by Doug’s blurry memory, led Alcide to Russell’s location.

“She’s a traitor and a liar, just like her brother,” Bill spat at the sheriff who showed fangs at the insult. Bill followed suit.

“Take that back,” Eric growled.

But the fight was cut short as Bill’s phone started ringing. Brooke couldn’t help but listen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, guys. It’s Molly. Remember me? Giving you a shout-out to let you know your countdown has started.”

“Our countdown?”

“Yeah, your iStakes are set to activate at dawn. Bummer, right?”

“There must be some kind of mistake.”

“No, I’m launching a test. Is your iStake glowing?”

Brooke took a look at the two vampires at the back of the van. Eric opened his jacket and a red light was coming from under his shirt, right where his heart was. iStake. It sounded stupid, but scary. That was what she had felt the previous night when he had held her against his chest. And that stupid but scary thing would kill Eric if they didn’t find Russell before the end of the night. She looked up at her maker with a heart and eyes full of worry. They wouldn’t have time after all. She wouldn’t have time to forgive him. And as he stared back at her, she saw in his eyes that it was okay. That he knew.

“Yeah, they’re glowing…”

“Cool. Means we’re good to go. Good luck. And if you don’t make it, it’s been rad serving you. Peace out.”

Brooklynne wanted to tear that Molly apart for the total indifference she showed at her maker’s True Death. But she had bigger problems. They all did.

Doug was reluctant to enter the building, but all Alcide wanted was for it to be over, so he dragged him in and started looking.

“Wolves have been here,” he sniffed.

“They come with Russell,” Bill said with a sigh, wondering which would kill him first, the iStake or a werewolf.

The building was an abandoned asylum. Brooklynne would find it ironic that Russell would hide here but she was too anxious to find it even remotely funny.

They dragged Doug, or rather Doug led them, through Brooke, down to the morgue, walking pass freshly severed hands and other dead bodies being eaten by rats.

“Well, at least we’re in the right place,” Eric said.

“The morgue,” Bill thought aloud as they walked pass the indications on the wall. “How convenient.”

Helped by a flashlight, Doug and Alcide followed the vampires into the darkness of the basement. Hearing, or perhaps sensing something Doug couldn’t, the vampires revealed their fangs as Alcide said:

“We’re being watched.”

Doug had reached his limits and let go of Brooklynne before he ran away. Knowing it was a bad idea to leave the human alone in this abandoned asylum where a three thousand year old psychopath was hiding, Alcide went after him. It was only when Doug started screaming that the three vampires followed him.

They found what seemed to be Russell’s pantry, where over a dozen humans were hanging from hooks like pigs in a butchery. A man started begging for his life, begging for them to take someone else, anyone else but him.

“Where do they take the prisoners?” Bill asked him.

“Down the hallway. There’s screaming and then there’s not!”

“What do we do with them?” Brooke asked.

“We’ll come back for them after we’re done with Russell,” Eric said before turning around and exiting the room, followed by the rest of his suicide squad.

Stakes in hands, they made their way to the end of the hallway where they found Russell lying on a hospital bed. He looked pale and sick, even coughed a few times. He looked almost human. Almost.

“Ah, miss Stackhouse. I see you’ve joined us,” he said with an eerie smile.

“We came here to finish what we started,” Eric told him as he approached.

“Well… give it your best shot.”

Russell’s smile grew bigger before Alcide, who was still standing in the hallway, behind Brooke, got jumped by a wolf.

“Eric!” Brooke shouted as a wolf launched itself at her maker.

She went to help him but was stopped by Russell who positioned himself between her and the Viking.

“Mmh, you’re just what the doctor ordered,” he smirked. “I’m sure becoming one of us just made your fairy blood even stronger.”

He trapped her against a wall and as he aimed for her throat she used her light to push him away. His back hit the wall at the other end of the hallway and he collapsed on the floor painfully.

“Yeah,” he cackled like a maniac as he sat up and leaned against the wall, “there is that aspect of you which I loathe.”

Eric killed the wolf that was after him then sped towards Russell. He crouched to get to his level then seized his face and made him look away from Brooklynne and directly at him.

“Look at me. I want to be the last thing you ever see,” he growled as he directed his stake towards his heart.

But before he had the chance to make a big mistake, Bill had his own stake aimed at Eric’s heart.

“He dies, we die. Most certainly. But if we take him back alive, maybe we don’t have to die.”

“Unlikely.”

“But not impossible.”

“Eric! Please,” Brooke begged. “He’s right!”

Eric snarled but eventually let go of his stake and put his fangs away. Russell used this short moment of weakness to pick up the disregarded weapon and attack the Viking. In less than a second, Eric was on his back, Russell on top of him, the sharp tip of the stake on his heart. Brooke moved fast and once again used her light to push Russell away from the man she loved.

It all happened really fast, and Brooke barely had time to register what was happening, as a group of heavily armed soldiers came in. Half of them had their guns pointed at Russell and the other half at her own heart.

“Freeze!”

Russell surrendered without protest, the red lights now aiming at his chest. One move and he’d be a pool of blood.

A tall, black man all dressed in black, from his shoes to his cap, joined them and stared at Brooklynne like she was the worst thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Eric quickly positioned himself between her and the man who was obviously the one giving orders here.

“What is this?” he asked with a strong accent.

“She’s mine,” Eric growled.

“Yours?”

“My progeny.”

There was no hiding anymore, no lying anymore. They had seen it. The light, the speed. It was useless to deny it, they were damned either way, and if they had to die tonight, they were at least going to be honest about it.

“What is she?”

… Well, half a truth was better than a complete lie…

“She’s a vampire.”

Russell chuckled.

“Lie,” the commander hissed.

“I turned her myself.”

“I suppose we will see what Guardian has to say about… this,” he said, looking around at the room where two dead werewolves were lying naked next to Bill. “Wolf and human are here,” he continued as Alcide appeared behind him, buttoning his jeans. “Why?”

“Doug led us here,” Bill started to explain. “Nothing that a little glamouring won’t take care of.”

“Do it,” the commander agreed before he exited the room.

After thoroughly glamouring Alcide, Eric made sure he got out safely and wasn’t stopped by any of the soldiers that the Chancellor had brought with him.

“He’s fine, he got in his van and is driving home,” Eric told Brooklynne as he saw the worried look in her eyes, though she didn’t worry about Alcide, she knew the werewolf would be okay.

Eric sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he cupped her cheeks with his hands. “This is what I wanted to keep you safe from.”

He placed a kiss on her forehead before bringing her to his chest. He rested his chin on her head as she hugged him back. Still, no word came out of her mouth.

***

Chancellor Akinjide seemed impressed, and though he wouldn’t let Brooklynne go, he had stopped looking at her with disgust but rather with curiosity.

“No one thought you two would actually be able to deliver Russell Edgington,” he told them as he led them out of the building and into a van. “Guardian will be extremely pleased.”

“Pleased enough to not execute us?” Eric asked as he sat next to Brooklynne.

“Only Lilith knows that.”

“As only she knows all,” Bill replied with a smirk.

The chancellor didn’t reply as he closed the doors of the van, trapping them inside the vehicle.

“Who’s Lilith?”

“Enough with this religious bullshit already,” Eric sighed. “Lilith can fucking blow me.”

“No, she certainly cannot!”

Bill chuckled.

“Lilith is like the God of vampires,” he explained.

“And why are you suddenly so into it?” Eric asked his King.

“I’m just covering my ass.”

“Are you telling me the Authority is a religious government?”

“It could be worse,” Eric said. “They could take the word of the Vampire Bible literally.”

“The what? The what?!”

“At least the sanguanista aren’t in charge…”

“Who…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eric told her as he took her hand in his. “I’ll explain on the way to New-Orleans.”

“New-O…” she stopped. “Are we… are they… Are we going to die tonight?”

She caught his eyes and saw. They were most probably going to be executed tonight, and she would be questioned and experimented on and maybe they’ll use her blood to give the sun to all vampires… And everything he had done to keep her safe was crumbling down on him, breaking him apart as this voice inside of his head screamed at him that it was his fault and that he should have known better.

He wiped a tear off her cheek and took her chin between his fingers. He tried to give her his most sincere smile as he said: “I love you.” And he didn’t wait for her to say it back because hearing those words coming out of her mouth would kill him before dawn. So he kissed her forehead and rested his cheek on her head, hoping, praying to whatever God there was that he hadn’t just sentenced the woman he loved to death.

#true blood #Eric northman #oc #reader #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #Eric x oc #eric x reader #Sookie stackhouse #alcide #sookie #bill #Sookie x bill #alcide x sookie #Eric northman x oc #Eric northman x reader

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pdrrook · 4 years

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Could we get a little snippet on Reed and MC's first meeting at the academy? Love this game to pieces!

It took some time, but here it is:

The air in the small, dim library is heavy with the musty stench of molding wood and a much lighter, yet just as jarring tang of ink and aged paper. The lingering aroma of faded emotions that cling to every surface of the room tickles your nose - the bitter tone of anger, the sharp flavor of sadness; burning in the back of your throat, acrid and choking.

That slight annoyance is a rather small price to pay for a moment of solitude you sought tirelessly for a better part of the afternoon. And though your victory is less than rewarding, you’ll have to make do with what you have.

Scrunching your nose to block off the persistent odor, you take a perfunctory look around your new-found hideout. It’s not much; that you can tell after the first glance. More of a storage than an actual library, but there’s enough space left between the tall shelves for a square table and a couple of folding chairs to be squished together in the corner.

There’s a window as well, positioned on the far end of the wall, and though small, it lets in just enough of light for you to stomp over the stacks of books without losing your balance completely.

When the sun, at least, peeks through the glass, the specks of dust glimmer like gold in the orange haze of the impending dusk.

With the space illuminated by a bright beam, the filth isn’t the only thing you see.

You haven’t noticed the boy before, well hidden as he is, but now that his hand moves to flip the page of the book he’s holding, he draws the entirety of your attention to himself. If only because his presence has caught you off guard.

You stagger back and a pair of warm, brown eyes flicker at you from behind a dark mop of hair. On someone else it’d look untidy, but the curly locks of soft hair frames his face in a way you’re tempted to call endearing.

But endearing or not, the reason you’ve found yourself here, in a secluded library, is the exact opposite of socializing. And so, with a fleeting grimace you’re unable to squander, you twist around, ready to leave this place and continue with your search.

A voice stops you however, before you can move but an inch.

“The seat’s free if you want it.”

Perhaps it’s the timbre; cold and detached, that causes you to turn right back. Or maybe it’s the weight of his eyes on the back of your head. Either way, as soon as you pivot, his focus returns to his book.

Out of sudden pricking curiosity, you take a gander at the cover. The thin brownish leather of unknown origin is worn and faded; the silvery lines that adorn the title are smeared out from age.

“Cat got your tongue?”

The jibe has your eyes snapping up to the boy’s mischievous ones. The smile that twists his face is in equal parts self-satisfied and flimsy. It fits him, even though it appears a little rough around the edges. As if he’s still learning to use it properly.

You know him. And that realization prevents you from gracing him with a response. You saw the boy enough times by now to recognize his features and that obnoxious aura around him that doesn’t quite match his scent.

A-something. One of the popular guys. It goes without saying that you didn’t expect to see him without his clique, all alone in a dusty library of all places.

His grin grows proportionally with the time you spend staring at him without a word. Then, one of his dark brows shots up in a tell that makes it clear he’s going to break the silence himself.

“What’s your name?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

The reply is out of your throat before you can stop yourself. But the moment you open your mouth, you know you just made a mistake.

The boy stares at you, gauging your reaction, studying you with such rapt attention it makes you feel not unlike the book he’s holding in his grip, now closed shut.

His scent screams of interest. And interest is the last thing you need, especially from someone as well-known around the Academy as he is.

But the damage, it seems, is already done.

“Mine’s Alcide,” he says, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. “Name, that is.”

“I didn’t ask.” If you sound irked, that’s because you are. Thought mostly at yourself for letting the situation escalate.

Alcide snorts, flashing you another one of his wide smirks. “Not very nice, are you? I don’t mind. You see, I--”

Oh, good, he’s a chatty one. Because that’s what you needed.

On the one hand, you could shut him up with a single word if you had half the mind to do so. It wouldn’t be hard to make him forget he’s ever met you. Here, with just the two of you, you’s be able to use your gift with no repercussions.

On the other hand, you can hardly afford to be caught red-handed. A failure could undo all your carefully crafted plans of surviving the Academy relatively unscathed.

So, with that issue in mind, you do what you should have done five minutes ago. You march to the door and yank it open.

Alcide is still in the middle of his monologue, talking at you, insisting on getting your name, as though it matters to him at all, as though he’s not the type to forget all about it come morning.

He pauses, or the loud wail of the rusty hinges interrupts his flow, but you’re already far outside of his field of vision, moving out of the door without as much as a ‘goodbye’.

His response is, once again, far from what you anticipated.

“Talk to you later!” He yells after you, perfectly polite, raising his voice so you can hear him over the squawk of the closing door. His tone is thick with amusement.

“Not freaking likely.”

The bark of delighted laughter follows you down the hallway, and though it seems impossible, you swear you hear your name, whispered into the silence.

But you’re completely alone when you look around. There’s not a soul around.

Just you.

#pfm #reed

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Pain in the (perfect) ass

@butternuggets-blog i hope it lives up to the imagination :)

Battle of Bibracte

The Roman battle line easily threw back the defence of the Helvetii. It had been engaged at the seventh hour that the barricade of opponents were bested, and the Roman Legionnaires advanced downhill, swords in hands and shields at the ready. Their heavy footsteps smashed against the ground, and even amongst the mud, guts and blood their footing still thudded in the ears of the enemy. Unsuspectingly, the Helvetii reinforced their stance aided by Boii and Tulingi, arriving with more men then the Roman army had whores.

Sweat pored from every orifice Legate Lucius had, but he wouldn’t give up now. Not on mans Earth would he surrender. He had a bet to win with Alcides; that he could have this battle won by day daybreak. His men looked to him, trusting his judgement and he looked to them trusting his life in their hands. He dismounted his horse, joining them in the good fight on foot and charged like his life depended on it.

The air was thick with iron, metal clanking against metal and the faint shudder of skin rippling under blades. He had waited, calculated the best moment to order the onslaught of attack. Lay in wait was Philippe with his men, arming themselves with Pila. The spectacularly pointed, metal weapons made Lucius swoon. There truly was nothing better then a metal pointy thing, other than a woman’s warm cunny. “READY” He boomed, left arm lifting up “FIRE” he screeched stretching his arm outright to commence the attack.

Spears swished though the air, cutting into every particle they came into contact with. Men’s blood splattered from their throats as each one sunk into their targets. Each body unsuspecting, not prepared for the attack dropped right infront of their eyes. Caesar had surrounded himself with quick thinking, strategically minded and tactical generals who guided him as much as he did them.

The preoccupied Lucius, who mid wrestle with a Gaul suddenly squeaked, eyes popping from their sockets and dropped to the floor. He fell, tumbling into a ditch taking the Gaul with him. The rolled in the mud, and in the melee Lucius finally succeeded in sinking his blade into the abomination. Once he had completed the deed the skin burning, eye watering pain in his ass got worse. He clenched his plump cheeks together, squeezed his eyes shut and slowly patted his rear hoping and wishing what he already knew to be true, wouldn’t be. He had been shot in the ass with a spear.

His buried his face in his bicep, already reconciling the fact he was quiet literally on his ass, behind enemy lines completely done for. He laid silently for hours, sometimes passing out in pain, other moments laughing to himself at the ridiculous situation he had gotten himself into. Only weeks ago he joked about sodomy, and now inches from his own whole lay a pointed metal weapon. Life truly is a bitch, isn’t it? What he could not fathom, is why he had not died yet. The pain was almost unbearable, but death had not welcomed him yet.

Night quickly came and went when his own army had began to scout for survivors and that’s when he heard it. That unforgiving, bastard laughter coming from his friend and commander “Salve Lucius, my dear boy you seem to have forgotten how to use a spear” Alcides had almost cried laughing at the state before him. He had scented his body before he seeing, dread almost coming over him at the thought of him dead. What he had found, would be ingrained in his ancient mind forever; his truest friend in a ditch far from the battle, covered in mud with a great ruddy spear poking from his ass. Life has a funny way to fuck you, doesn’t it?

Lucius peered up at him, blank expression “Te futueo et caballum tuum” he hissed

Alcides pouted, mockingly “Men, come and put your commander on a stretcher. Be careful, he’s a real pain in the ass” he chuckled, kicking his horse into a light trot to follow them

Lucius grumbled, hissed and screeched profanity as he was lifted him onto to one of the God awful medical beds, carried by idiots. They were all laughing, Alcides was almost falling from his horse snorting and Lucius just kept his chin on his hand frowning as he was paraded through the camp with a massive spear poking out of his ass.

The camps surgeon had been a days ride away, and the medic decided it best course of action that the spear stay firmly planted in his ass until he arrived to avoid further tissue damage. It was held upright with a series of intricate ropes, and he just laid flat on his stomach until told otherwise. He waited, hours upon hours for the laughing men to leave before turning his angry little face to Alcides “Oh, it’s not like there is a immortal in the camp that could use his blood to heal the wound” he hissed. He knew of his commanders affliction and hoped he would spare him further embarrassment

A humoured, lighter voice broke through “Oh, you have it wrong Lucius, there are but two immortals in this camp” Hugh came into view, sauntering over to the wounded soldier and lowered his face to him “I hadn’t noticed it before, but you do have the most delicate ass” he chuckled as Lucius face turned the colour of their clothing.

“Oh do not tease the boy Hughie, he will only get you back when he is on his feet” Alcides had not stopped laughing, and at this point was wheezing. He had found the situation so wonderfully funny he had even turned away his favourite little mistress in order to laugh at his expense all night.

Hugh patted his head mockingly cooing him like a baby, and in an attempt to redeem himself Lucius bit his hand. As we all know, vampire blood has anaesthetic properties and he was quickly snoring the embarrassment away. To add insult to injury whilst in his sleepy daze, Caesar blackmailed the camp’s artist to paint his general in all his speared glory, had the painting named ‘Spit Roasted’ and Alcides kept the painting hidden away within their families treasures. In the many years to follow, he would threaten to expose Lucius ass cheeks to the family and it kept him in line, quiet well.

“Te futueo et caballum tuum” – Screw you and the horse you rode in on

#fic #Baldwin Montclair #adow #a discovery of witches #philipe de clairmont

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poettier · 3 years

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Clubcamping | The legend of Pedro Rodríguez | Director's Cut from Clubcamping on Vimeo.

Racing driver Pedro Rodríguez was one of a kind, a legend in Latin America, and an idol to Porsche fans all over the world. And not only because he was a crazy skilled driver: he made history driving the iconic Porsche 917k, which we can only assume was based on a discarded Batmobile design deemed too unrealistic.

Fifty years after his tragic demise while racing in Germany, we teamed up with The Community and Porsche to honor some of his feats.

Crank up the volume and get ready for a 60-second trip at 300 km/h.

This is our director's cut version for: The Legend of Pedro Rodríguez!

Let’s start by saying we were granted unprecedented creative freedom in this project by both the agency and the client.

But even before the slightest idea came to our minds, we knew one thing for sure: we needed the car to look perfect in 2D. Animating the Porsche 917k frame by frame, without a reference, sounded like the premise of the next Saw movie, so we decided that a 3D model of the car to produce some sweet 3D layouts was a fundamental asset to get our hands on.

To build Pedro’s world we thought about ‘60s and early ‘70s graphic design, movies, cartoons and tv shows, and discussed with Juan what pop culture and art milestones had left a mark on our styles. We agreed we wanted an overall vintage vibe but with modern visuals and animation ideas that would challenge our craft.

“Speed Racer meets Akira” was our pitch.

In a process we like to call “blind parkour design”, we started importing materials into After Effects and mixing it to see what happy accidents we encountered.

Jumping from After, to Animate, to Photoshop, to C4D, trying things out, not thinking whether something might work or not but simply doing it. Letting our subconscious sublimate. An intense animatic process ensued, where tons of new ideas and references kept flowing and popping up spontaneously.

We wanted the animation timing to feel a little limited, but with lots of super-sharp poses and eases. We chose to work at 24fps and its multiples, focusing mainly on animating in 3s, with 4s and 1s as extremes.

The comp was going to be extra heavy⁠—we knew it and wanted it to be that way. Lots of glows, defocus, and grain. But the hardest comp ever was the one with the oil monster. It required a tremendous amount of coordination, organization and patience, constantly going back and forth between layout, animation, cleanup and comp. That shot alone took about a whole month to produce.

We promise you everything was under painful control.

One last thing you might be wondering: what about the square format, with rounded edges? We worked in a 2202 x 2202 1:1 format so as to easily come up with different versions later. The idea all along was to deliver a 16:9 format. As we went on, new details and compositions increasingly made sense when displayed in 1:1. We sat on it a little, and then El Señor Rodriguez himself inspired the final touch: what if we added a nice frame with rounded corners, giving it a lovely super-8 vibe like the footage of Pedro we were already showing at the end?

That was the last touch. The vintage vibe was exactly what we needed to close the circle.

We raise our cups to Pedro and what his star at 300km/h might bring us.

Credit list:

Clubcamping Creative direction: Mariano Fernández Russo. Art Direction: Juan Barabani. EP: Ana Sieglitz & Juliana Millán. Line Production: Carolina Cantero. Animation Direction: Mariano Fernández Russo. Animatic: Mariano Fernández Russo. Illustration: Juan Barabani & Victoria Farelli. 2D and Motion animation: Mariano Fernández Russo, Maricel Piazza, Emmanuel Zampalo, Franco Pelliciaro, Pablo Rago, Fernando Lamattina, Katherine Pryor, Ana Artaza, Penblade Animation & Alcides Izaguirre. Clean up: Alan Mohamed, Sofía Díaz, Gabriela Bosco, Daniela Donato, Julieta Culaciati, Clara Riavec & Rafael Pires. Compositing: Mariano Fernández Russo. BTS Editor: Juan Raimondi Render: Yago Lopez.

Sound (CC Director's Cut Version) Music: Facundo Capece Sound Design: Felipe Barandalla Client: Porsche Agency: The Community Global CCO, Founder Jose Molla / Joaquin Molla Executive Creative Director: Ricky Vior Associate Creative Director: Gabriel Da Silva Associate Creative Director: Rodrigo González Content Creator Lead: Rosario Avila EVP, Head of Integrated Production: Laurie Malaga Maker/s (Producers) Executive Producer: Debi Rubiani Sr. Production Lead: Juan Manuel Sosa Account Team: VP, Managing Director Latam: Julieta Rey, Brand Lead Regional Latam: Sandra Giraldo, Brand Supervisor: Barbara Palacio/Julia Isabel Hernandez, Connections Strategy: Sebastian Ibarr Digital Content Director: Monica Godoy Brand Strategy Director: Alessandra Noceda Brand Strategy Planner Alejandra Margain Business Affairs Business Affairs Director: Natalie Greenman Business Manager: Priscila Hourihan Production Assistant: Aldana Bea PHOTOGRAPHER / ILLUSTRATOR Photographer: Richard Monning

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Smutty Blog Introduction

Hello fellow earthlings! I’ve been debating for a while now on whether or not to become more active on this platform. Given the short nature (ish) of the content here, it seems like a good option given that I’m currently quite busy with Uni and other life stuff in general, but still feel that writer’s itch and wish to write down thoughts and ideas to explore some creative avenues. Now, for that to happen, I’m more than happy to take requests, given that I’m a part of quite a few fandoms. I’ll also add the characters I’d be willing to write for, so you guys get an idea as to what to expect.

That being said, this is a blog largely dedicated to all the smutty fics I come up with, so it’ll mostly be one-shots, drabbles, headcannons, NSWF alphabets, etc. I reserve the right to not write certain stuff because, well, I might not be into it (this includes underage stuff and noncon, straight off the bat, sorry, that’s just how it is). Other than that, please feel free to send me an ask of a request. Under the cut are a list of characters I’ll happily write for since I’ve watched/binged the show and have plenty of inspo for them. If you can’t find something to your liking, please shoot me a message anyway an we’ll see if we can work something out.

Actors/Celebrities

Actors I’d consider writing preferences, imagines or one-shots for, and any other characters they might have played in movies (as well as scouring the internet for pictures and mood-boards):

Ralph Fiennes,

Christoph Waltz,

Willem Dafoe,

Jason Isaacs,

Alan Rickman,

Iain Glenn,

Stephen Lang,

Charles Dance,

Robert Carlyle

David Thewlies

Cliff Simon

Javier Bardem

Bill Nighy

Tim Roth

Joe Mantegna

Hugh Laurie

William Fitchner

Michael McEalhatton

Timothy Dalton

Michael Sheen

Robert Sean Leonard

Claes Bang

Goran Visnjic

Oded Fehr

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

J.R. Bourne

Sebastian Roche

Jack Davenport

Colin Firth

Mark Strong

Henry Ian Cusick

Aiden Gillen

Alexander Skarsgard

Stephen Moyet

Mads Mikkelsen

David Tennant

Sci-Fi

Stargate (Atlantis, Universe and SG1) Characters: SG1: Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Ba’al, Cameron Mitchel, Vala Mal Doran, General Landry, Selmak/Jacob Carter, Martouf) Atlantis: John Shepherd, Teyla Ammagen, Todd the Wraith, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett) Universe: Nicholas Rush, Cl. Everett Young, Tamara Johansen, Camille Wray, Chloe Armstrong, David Telford, Varro, Ginn, Simeon, Amanda Perry, Commander Kiva)

The 100 Charaters: Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Octavia Blake, Lexa, Echo, Raven Reyes, Roan)

Star Trek (For now only Discovery and a few of the main characters from the older series such as TNG, Enterprise, etc) Characters: James T Kirk, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Leonard McCoy, Jean-Luc Picard, Data, Odo, Worf, Jonathan Archer, Paul Stamets, Saru, Gabriel Lorca, Phillipa Georgiou, Sylvia Tilly, Sarek, Leland.

Battlestar Galactica Characters: Admiral William Adama, Dr. Gaius Baltar, Nr. 6, Boomer, Starbuck.

Terra Nova Characters: Nathaniel Taylor, lol.

Westworld Characters: William/The man in Black, Delores, Mave.

Fantasy

Harry Potter Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minerva McGonagall.

Games of Thrones Characters: Jorah Mormont, Tywin Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Roose Bolton, Khal Drogo, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Eddard Stark, Oberyn Martell, Bronn

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Characters: Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood, Madam Satan

Supernatural Characters: John Winchester, Ruby, Crowley, Lucifer, Balthazar, Naomi.

True Blood Characters: Eric Northman, Russel Edgington, William Compton, Jessica Hamby, Sam Merlotte, Alcide Herveaux, Pam.

Vampire Diaries Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Katherine, Elijah Mikaelson, Mikael, Alaric Saltzman, Bonnie.

Reign Characters: Mary Stuart, Sebastian, Kenna, Stephan Narcisse, King Henry II, Gideon Blackburn, Aloysius Castelroy.

The OA Characters: Prairie, Hunter Aloysius Percy (HAP).

Penny Dreadful Characters: Malcolm Murray, Vanessa Ives, Ethan Chandler, Brona Croft, Dorian Gray, Victor Frankenstein, Dracula, Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Grimm Characters: Nick Burkhardt, Juliette Silverton, Captain Sean Renard.

Miscellaneous

Aquaman Characters: Nuidis Vulko, Arthur Curry, King Nereus.

Hannibal Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Dr. Alana Bloom.

Kingsman Characters: Merlin, Harry Hart, Lancelot, Whiskey.

The Lighthouse Characters: Thomas Wake

Pirates of the Carribean Characters: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington, Armando Zalasar

Spiderman Characters: Norman Osborn

John Wick Characters: Marcus, Viggo Tarasov, Winston

#characters #actors #celebrities #smut #lemon #lime #masterpost

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malethirsty · 4 years

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Sex Island Season 1: Joe Manganiello

Summary: First Impressions are always important & Joe Manganiello fucking you in front of everyone is a first impression that will never be forgotten.

Warnings: M/M smut, Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!)

Majorca, Spain:

A first day of meeting new people for a big opportunity was something that would make anyone nervous, however meeting over forty men on a reality television show where the aim was to fuck them all? That would make anyone sweat buckets, so naturally you were nervous.

The crew had waited for you to get breakfast down before whisking you away from your lock down position up to their top secret Villa, tucked away behind a veil of protection. You & the escort walked to the door, with The villa took up a lot of space, with a massive blue covered lounge, central heating, a sauna & an outdoor heating private room to name a few spots, you took a seat in the lounge room. Eventually instructions flashed upon the TV in the lounge

Y/N:

Welcome to Sex Island! Over the next two months, this villa will act as your home, it will also house many other men that you will eventually meet. Your focus is simple: Fuck Them All. All these men are horny & desperate for some good loving & you are the one to provide it. At the end of the two months, you will have a choice: Sex or Money. If you stay with the men, it’s up to you to keep it together on the outside, if you pick money, everyone walks away with $500,000 but the open relationship ends. You are about to be tested in every possible way, so strap on & enjoy yourself in this once in a lifetime experience. Good luck, xoxo

—

As you settled in, the men came trickling in, Actors, Wrestlers, Authors, Businessmen & even a Porn Star! The men started to congregate round you, making ice breakers & getting used to their new surroundings when another set of instructions appeared on screen

Men:

Welcome to Sex Island! The premise has been explained to you in detail, however there is something you need to know. The temperature is cold, so you’ll have to band together for heat & also, it won’t be a case of clothing providing said heat. In this game, you will be naked. All of you. There is a hatch for clothing to be placed in located in the lounge room, you will receive the clothing back at the end of the game, but for now, strip! xoxo

Everyone took head & started to strip. Some took their time with it, some put on a show whilst some just straight up ripped their garments clean off. The only similarities all the men had was that they made sure to stare at you whilst they did it, they were all hungry & luckily for them, you were the main course.

—

Eventually a lot of men dispersed to look around The Villa, leaving you in the lounge room with Joe Manganiello, known for playing Alcide Herveaux. “Well hello stranger” he said, winking at you, “Hey, I’m Y/N” “Joe, Joe Manganiello” “Yes I know who you are, I mean, which hot blooded man doesn’t?” Joe chuckled at you, sitting down next to you “Quite an experience isn’t it? I’m used to being naked on TV quite a lot, but this is different” you got to talking about your lives for a bit. “So, given your such a” he looked down at your hard cock “big fan. What is your favorite scene of mine?” You had a lot of options to go for but a particular scene stood out “When you fucked Debbie on True Blood” Joe looked surprised, “You probably get Magic Mike scenes, right?” “Yeah, even when I pounded Rikki but why that scene?” “Well it’s straight to the point, I loved the grunts and moans you gave, your verbal & that spin you did whilst you fucked her, perfect.”

You saw Joe’s cock growing hard at your words, he moved over to you, grabbed your head in his hands & shoved you down in between his legs “You have such a pretty mouth on you, let’s see if you can match it around my cock” eager to please him, you started to suck his dick. “Fuck yeah, that’s it Y/N, set a nice pace, up and down, take as much as you want, don’t make yourself gag.” Joe eventually threaded his fingers in your hair, guiding you. You swiped your tongue across his tip, causing him throw his head back “Oh Shit Y/N! You’re doing so well.” Pleased with your work, you decided to go one step further, pulling off his cock, you started sucking his balls instead. “Oh Jesus Fuck!” Joe groaned throwing his head back again, eventually his voice gave way to harsh snarls.

After a good while, he pulled you off & kissed you “Ready to have the first fuck of the season?” Joe asked “Hell yeah!” You responded, getting on top of Joe and riding his cock. It was incredibly painful as he stretched you out, however knowing your pain, Joe hugged you tight, whispering in your ear “It’ll be ok, go slowly down”, eventually you reached the bottom & kissed Joe. “Now set a pace, something that will suit us both” you listened to his advice & quickly found a pace that you both could get to grips with, later increasing it as the fuck grew stronger. “Oh fuck yeah Y/N!, your taking my cock so good!” he shoved deep causing you to throw your head back so that you caught a glimpse of what was behind you: A bunch of men with their hands on their cocks, stroking as they watched you & Joe fuck.

As their discovery was now apparent, the room quickly filled with ‘Yeah’s’ ‘Fuck’s’ & ‘Take that cock bitch’s’. You decided to give them a show & decided some role play would do the trick “OH YEAH! FUCK ME PACKMASTER!” Joe grinned responding immediately “OH FUCK YEAH! Only the best werebitches get to go to the front of the pack & take their Packmaster’s cock. Keep going slut, you’re doing so well” you started to run your hands down Joe’s torso, running your hands over his abs matching the pace of his fuck.

Joe moaned our loud, struggling to breathe, the fuck having taken a lot out of him “Baby hold on” you locked eyes with him, seeing his utterly blissed out face “I’m gonna cum soon, I guess you want me to shoot my load on your chest” you grabbed his arms & held him down, to Joe’s surprise “No, I want you to shoot in me.” Joe’s blissed out face became even more elated as he grabbed your back with his left hand as he continued to fuck you, his right hand wanking your cock matching his pace “Shoot your load for me Y/N”. You let out a scream as you shot your load over his torso. “Fuck yeah! You’re amazing. Shit! I’m about to cum, take me, take it all! OH FUCK!” Joe threw his head back & howled, coming deep in your ass.

You both fell back onto the lounge, covered in sweat “Fuck babe” Joe groaned “You’re so good.” He looked down at your shot load “I don’t know how you did it, but you made me look more beautiful than before” you laughed, looking at the men whom had cum from watching you & Joe and thought that if the rest of the cast was as good as Joe, this would be amazing.

#Joe Manganiello #Male Reader #Joe Manganiello x Male Reader #Joe Manganiello Smut #Sex Island

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shimosu · 4 years

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Alcides/Heracles one shot

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"... Alcides."

At the call of that name, strong blue eyes opened.

"... Ah." His eyes widened, remembering he was working out to become stronger. He must've dozed off and fallen asleep at some point.

Not registering his own vision, he moved to sit up quickly, but a hand touched his head and covered his eyes, accompanied with a voice.

"Don't get up."

"(Reader), what are you doing?" he asked, his eyes covered and leaving him unable to see clearly, but he knew he was on his side.

"You need to take a break, geez. Don't ask me that, it's embarrassing."

The hand moved from his face, and touched his hair. As the hand moved away, he could see more clearly now, though his vision was still blurry from opening his eyes suddenly.

It wasn't too bright, or too dark. The sky was slowly darkening, kind to his eyes that wouldn't need to be faced immediately with the Sun's glare, or the darkness he couldn't see into.

From the hill with a single tree on top, that was where he was watching from. The dark sky slowly falling on the place he was born and raised in; Thebes, which was illuminated with the yellow glow of oil lamps and candles.

He realized his head wasn't on the ground. He was resting his head on something. That person's voice was coming from above him.

"... (Reader), is my head on your lap?"

"I said it was embarrassing, don't ask me that."

He turned his head to face up, and saw (Reader)'s face at an angle. With red cheeks, their hand covered his eyes again and pushed his head to lean on its side once more.

"Don't look this way."

He didn't move his head to face them anymore, his own cheeks dusting red. From their view, Alcides's ears were slowly flushing.

Letting out a breath, their hand moved to his hair. Stroking his spiky hair, Alcides's tenseness melted away.

"... Where's Castor? Wasn't he here?"

"Ah. He left us be. Not sure where he is right now, but I'm sure he's fine."

"It's getting late."

"That's why I was calling you. We should get going now. But we can stay like this for a bit."

"Ahh, alright."

They were silent, (Reader) simply touching his hair and Alcides allowing himself to take a break.

"... You're carrying me, though, my legs are numb."

He laughed. "Okay!"

. . .

Time passed.

Alcides, who had kept up his hard work, had shown results.

His back was tall and straight, and his limbs were toned and muscular. His jaw stayed strong, and his hair was longer.

But he was still the same Alcides. His face was essentially the same, other than looking a bit more grown up, and inside, he was the exact same.

Despite having a body he could boast about, he stayed to his beliefs and didn't allow himself to become conceited. He still protected the weak, jumped into stuff without much thought, worked toward his goals, and loved humanity.

At this point, no one dared to make fun of him.

But then, the year 2000 BC arrived.

In the dark night, the clouds began moving. A bright light, not belonging to the moon, shone from the sky like the gates of heaven opening up. The clouds parted for this light, and numerous figures descended from the sky.

There were winged beings, beings with large bodies, and they all donned armor and wielded weapons. Leading them, was a tall, burly man with a strong cleft chin.

Wearing an intricate helmet, a red cape, and a loincloth, he didn't even have anything on his feet, for he wore only those items. He was mounted on, and leading the army with, a flaming, armored horse.

And everyone knew, the moment they descended from the sky, that these figures were sent from the gods.

. . .

The army landed on the earth's surface, landing before the city's walls and gates. Ares led at the front.

The gates should open. Even if they weren't permitted access, they would force their way in.

No one was to oppose them.

But in the city, lived Alcides.

Alcides stood before the whole army, alone and armed with a single stick, the gates locked tightly behind him.

Castor, (Reader), and a few others watched from the top of the walls.

After surviving a kick from Ares, Alcides brought out Ambrosia -a goblet of Zeus's blood, said to grant eternal life and strength of the gods, to anyone with a righteous soul-, which he was hiding, and drank it, wagering his life.

"IDIOT!"

(Reader) couldn't help shouting out when he began burning away. Castor screamed, as mist and steam poured out from Alcides's melting body.

Ares, believing he was done for, only accepted it and moved on. His horse took a step forward, but stopped as Alcides's stick stuck itself in front of Ares's face.

And turning his head to the one wielding that stick, reflected in Ares's eyes, was Zeus.

But it was only Alcides. Having withstood Ambrosia, he granted immortal life, and godly strength. His hair was white and long all around. His strong body became similar to that of Ares's.

And then, began a fight of one man against the army of the gods.

***

Castor looked down at the sleeping Alcides.

Free of stress, deep in slumber, his face looked so innocent, reminiscent of a sleeping infant.

It was completely different from when he was awake. His face would be determined, tense, sweaty, his jaw clenched as he could be found doing pushups, standing with his arms out in front of weaker ones to protect them, and running in with no plan.

"Alcides is like a baby right now," Castor said as he looked down at him.

(Reader) flicked his forehead. "Let him sleep, Castor. You know he won't admit that he needs it."

With a dull, thin pain on his forehead, he kept quiet, knowing that Alcides could spring up the moment he heard anything related to pain.

"Alright. I'll leave you two be. Don't spend all night here, though."

"I know. Let him rest now, we both know he'll do something dumb later."

The two laughed with each other, but keeping it down, for Alcides.

***

"Woah.."

Having watched the fight from the beginning, Alcides had taken down the army. Left standing, were Alcides and Ares, who at this point, were just brawling it out, fist to fist.

The fight was stopped by an old man who looked emancipated, but he was apparently Zeus.

The fight stopped, Alcides was offered to become a god, and he accepted, on the condition that they never harm humanity, and instead lead them to justice, also declaring that he would protect the weak and just.

(Reader), having been dragging out Castor and ramming a hole in the gates from where Alcides crashed into, got outside the city to Alcides, and caught him, helping him sit up.

""Alcides!!""

Castor had tears in his eyes. "You're really crazy... Next, you're going to be a god..?"

"Castor..." With a grin, his fistbumped him. "Guess I'll be heading off for a bit."

(Reader) was actually crying.

Ares, at the sight of someone crying up close, felt himself freeze.

Yup. Even Ares, who could fight to the death and punish others, was weak to someone crying in front of him.

"Why did you..?" There were lots of questions they wanted to ask. They wanted to yell at him, they wanted to be mad. But they also wanted to cry, hug him, ask him questions, and know if he was alright.

"You're becoming a god!" they decided to shout, while kicking Alcides's side. That hurt them instead, it was like kicking a boulder barefoot. "We can't see each other anymore!"

With both of his big arms, he grabbed both Castor and (Reader), and hugged them tightly.

They all shared the same thought, at that moment.

―― We won't ever meet again.

The strong figure of Alcides, who could be described as strong-willed or just the embodiment of dumb innocence and determination, continuing to walk on forwards, would never be seen again.

They wouldn't see each other grow older. They wouldn't see them the day after with certainty. This would be the last time they could be together.

―― I'll, never see you again.

Castor and (Reader) came to his mind.

But standing out the most, was the latter.

Their steps following him. Their hands touching his hair. Their figure, their face, their touch, their voice, their laughter, their habits, all of that was burned into his brain.

―― I don't want to leave just like this.

"Uugh..."

"... (Reader)," he ended up letting out in a breath, sounding heavy, "I like you."

"Oohh." Ares, Zeus, and Castor immediately kept quiet.

Alcides would rather confess it now, than never again, and let them live the rest of their life without him, and without knowing what he felt.

He would remember all of it.

Their voice calling after him. Angry, sad, encouraging, exasperated, joyous, soft, he would remember how they sounded, looked, and acted, in all sorts of moods.

The careful touch of his hair, as he laid in their lap, from the top of the hill that overlooked their birthplace. The place they were born and raised.

Their weight on his back, as he carried them on his back when their legs were asleep, jolting and trusting him to be able to hold them up.

Their eyes widening, shining, whenever something cool happened. Every little thing about them, he liked. Even when they were mad, it was cute, and only felt like the scolding was from worry.

Like an unattainable treasure, he couldn't have them stay by his side.

"Sorry, to load that onto you when I'm about to leave-"

"Wait." Before he could finish his apology, he was interrupted. Looking at them, he saw their face contemplative, obviously searching for words, but not knowing what to say, their face red.

Willing themself to look at him, an ocean of tears in their eyes, in their vision, was their first love.

Memories of the time they spent together replayed in their heads.

(Reader) smiled.

Those watering eyes produced a single droplet that streamed down their cheek.

"... Maybe we might meet again. Who knows how... I like you too."

"... If I wasn't leaving, I would totally ask you to marry me right now."

Great, Alcides was crying too.

Hugging them firmly, they only nodded, their lips hovering close to his ear.

"Okay," they whispered, before kissing his cheek.

. . .

Many years passed. Thousands.

(Reader) and Castor died. Everyone from that moment, except Alcides, Ares, and Zeus, were dead.

But then, the citizens were alive again, no longer in their city.

They were in a sort of arena, where they were told of how humanity would fight the gods for the right to survive another thousand years.

They were all physically in the stage of their prime again, at the stage where they were at their best. Rarely, was anyone an elder.

"Where are you going, (Reader)?" Castor asked.

"If they say gods, doesn't that include Alcides!?" Not saying anymore, they ran off, despite not knowing where to look.

. . .

Alcides -or now named, Heracles- was found, going up a spiral of stairs.

(Reader) found them, but because they tripped on the stairs, just as Heracles came up.

"Sorry," he said, catching them and helping them straighten out.

They stood two steps higher than Heracles. Looking at each other's faces, Heracles was the first to remember, his eyes widening and shining.

"... (Reader)?"

"... Um." His face was different. But his eyes were still the same, and his hair was similar in style, and his figure was the same as the one after Ambrosia. He also still had the same thick eyebrows. "Alcides?"

They had not changed in the least.

―― What, do I say?

Heracles was at a loss for words, not knowing what to do.

So (Reader) acted instead.

On the stairwell, where there were visibly only two people -a human and a demigod- there was a small sound of the touching of lips.

Heracles blinked dumbly, as it ended after only a few seconds.

―― For now, let's just forget that we're fighting for humanity's fate.

"... Do you want to talk about what happened after you left?"

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