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snapehasppfingers · 1 year

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Chap 2 (Hate)

~*Summary*~

Isabella is slowly getting used to being back at Hogwarts, but not so easily with the potions professor. She finaly visits her long lost friend, and we uncover her past with the brooding potions master. Maybe ucover why their is so much tension between the two?

~Authors note~

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My eyes felt too heavy to lift open, my head beating as I ever so slightly opened my eyes. Today was the first day of term and I got shitty sleep and a shitty conversation with the man I have to go get supplies from this morning. Lovely. I pushed my body to the edge of my navy blue sheets, the warmth the bed was radiating was not making my leave easy. I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a cold shower to wake up, scrubbing all over to try and start the new day right. Brushed my teeth and combed through the silver tangles that were tossed through my restless sleep into a half up half down thing. My teaching robes were simple enough but that damn room gets hot so I threw on my white button up and knee-high black skirt, paired with the platform doc martens. Grabbing my quills and books for the day I almost forgot my lesson plan, I threw that into my trunk and made my way to the classroom.

The air was crisp in the dungeons, always dark and musty but someone must have opened a window finally. To my dismay I needed to grab wolfsbane from Professor Snape before lessons started. I lightly knock on his scary old door, with a breath I can hear his pissed off steps from the corridor and even more pissed off Snape as the door swung open. With the fakest smile possible I spoke.

“Morning professor, as we discussed last night before your cheek I am in need of the wolfsbane potion for my entry lesson today. I can brew it but I know you have some, and I only need one. Can you help me out or shall I not even bother?” Keeping the face hurting smile on my face even though he looks like he's about to murder me.

“Considering your lack of help yesterday afternoon I don't believe I can help you. So the second option.” He bit out through a sly smirk.

“Listen Professor, I apologize for my cheek last night but you were equally a pain in the ass. So can we just let that go.” My face was plain even though inside I was screaming and imagining strangling this stupid man. He exhaled a breath and scaled me up and down.

“You out of all people shouldn't tell others to let things go, considering how you can't get over something that happened years ago.” His anger is now showing more and more as I hear his voice drop dangerously. At this I staggered back and looked him with a angry face, the fucking nurve of this man. He knows everything that happened that night was his fault, he degraded me and humiliated me to no end. Although I felt that all too familiar burn run from my head to my stomach, I swallowed it back down and remained unfazed.

“I contemplated it, I thought about being civil with you, and believe or not I tried and I tried not even three minutes ago. But what makes it so difficult to forgive you for all the vial awful shit you told me, is the fact that you're still the same selfish prick you were then. Now I won't bother you anymore with my fake bullshit forgiveness. Professor.” I left no room for his response because I felt the stupid dampness of a tear roll down my cheek. I hate this because I did want to try, I wanted to have a conversation with him about all of this and finally forgive him and maybe even be friends again. But the man is all too stubborn and it doesn't help that he's still such an asshole and when he tried to blame me for the shit in seventh year. I can't do it anymore, so I will no longer try for him because all it ever did for me was hurt me.

After the conversation with the bat I calmed myself before my first years busted through the doors.

They were a rambunctious bunch that's for sure but I remember my first day of classes, being unable to sit still in my seat and just waiting for the next subject. Without the wolfsbane I needed a new lesson so I decided to start with the basics of witchcraft and disarming spells tomorrow. Now that students have settled I perk up and start my lesson.

(First Day of term)

“Welcome my little witches and wizards, my name is Miss. Middleton. This is DADA and I will be teaching you all about the dark arts of the wizarding world and more importantly how to be the most tactical witch and wizards. Please know I am not expecting perfection and I have office hours from 4-6pm on wednesdays. Let's begin.” I smiled looking over all the little excited faces and some faces that looked more deflated to be here.

(skip to lunch)

The last class trickled out to go eat, and I was finally alone in peace and quiet and a stack of parchment to grade. Even though I have been trying my very best to not think of him, it consumes me. The way he looked at me when I told him I did want to try and be civil again, his eyes faltered only for a moment and I could see the memories flash through those black pits. Yes he was a prick but I cannot get hurt like that again, I refuse to be treated as such. My thoughts were interrupted by my hand feeling dampness spread across the stack of parchment, of course I had to knock over my brand new ink all over these damned assignments. Well this would be a reasonable excuse to go see Mini and talk, it's not like I will be able to complete grading.

I knocked on the old witches door with anxiety twisting my stomach, I haven't talked to anyone about my life after 7th year, and I'll spare details but it's still lurking. Of course it opens wandlessly with an expecting professor, her sour face twists into a gentle smile as she sees who's disturbing her.

“Oh what a treat! Isabella, I've been hoping you would come by.” Her cheery voice calms my nerves as I take a seat across from her desk.

“I have been meaning to apologize Mini, the weeks are getting away from me. I was coming down hoping to chat and maybe steal a bottle of ink for old time sake.” I smiled at the comfort that filled my body being in this classroom again. She chuckles and gracefully makes a new ink bottle appear in front of me, as well as a camomile tea with little cookies.

“Of course dear, please tell me where you've been for so long. You have no idea how worried I've been about you! 10 years!” Her tone was rising but still sweet, I knew that I should’ve told her everything and explained why but I couldn't at the time. My gaze shifted to my dress robes and took in a breath.

“I know I'm sorry, I wanted to confide in you and I know you would have helped me. But what do you want to know? There's a lot.” I laughed nervously, her body moved closer and she looked at me with those sad and understanding eyes, begging me to open up to her.

“Let's start with why you left and the fact that I have a sneaky suspicion that it involves a curtain potions professor.” She narrowed her eyes and smirked. Shit I didnt think she was looking that much into things. With an exaggerated sigh I spoke.

“Although your assumption isn't wrong I must start by asking for privacy on this matter. Because as you know me and Professor Snape were close in school, we became friends in 5th year. After all the Lily and James drama I always would find him in the library at the same time as me, so one thing led to another and we were friends. In our years together he would obsess and leave me anytime Lily would pass or go to the great hall, ect and I would be left alone with my studies. Maybe that's why I was such a good student, or because of my homelife and countless hogwarts holidays spent alone. Either way he was a shitty friend but I still stuck with him because I liked him more than a friend. It was the last term before O.W.L’s and as you know Snape had most recently become a death eater, we were walking past curfew around the grounds. It was nice to get air until Luicus and Lastrange appeared and told him that they were getting called..” I trailed off as the memory coursed through all my body and clouded my mind once again.

(Flashback to 7th year)

“Well what are you planning on doing after this anyway? After we are no longer kids and have to go out.?” I asked with a smile and gaze set on the grumpy 6th year walking next to me. The sky was luminated by the full moon, clear and looking down at us as I waited to graduate in only a few weeks. I was giddy and happy he wanted to join me on a walk. It wasn't like him to voluntarily hang out with me.

“I don't know, something with potions or dark arts.” His answer was short but I didn't care, but I did care that this might be the last night of late talks, cigarette drags and books for us. He didn't ask me what my plan was but I didn't mind, I knew this was best for myself because he wasn't a secure person to consider as a friend and definitely not a love interest. I stopped walking then and looked at him, his skinny limbs hidden behind his cloak and raven hair resting atop his shoulders. He noticed and stopped to look back at me, he quickly recovered and looked anywhere else.

“What?” He bit out in an irritated tone, that only urged my intentions.

“Severus, this is the last night I will see you, talk to you. I know the importance of this matter doesn't bother you, but I want you to know something.” My voice barely above a whisper as the words felt heavy leaving my lips. He looked at me then, with a questioning gaze and body facing me now.

“I didn't know that no. I wouldn't say I don't car–” I interrupted him.

“I have liked you since 5th year, and I needed to tell you so I could let it go. For you do not reciprocate my feelings and have shown me as such. I am not asking for any answer or pity from you, I didn't tell you because I wanted to, I did it because I needed to let it go. I'm sorry.`` I trailed off and looked at the gravel beneath my shoes. I refused to look at him, to see the look of disgust and anger on his face, but I didn't need to because we were not alone anymore. Lucius and Bellatrix apperated right behind us.

“Severus, we need to go. Why are you with her?” Lusicus bit out with disgust dripping his tone.

“Oh is this the girl you're always complaining about? Ha! Snape has said nothing but awful things and you really are hard to look at.” She cackled hysterically as she pushed me back with such force I fell down onto the gravel path.

I swallowed the pieces of my heart that shattered into my throat. I stayed on the ground debating whether hexing her or hexing Snape, my body screaming at me to stay and feel every pin and needle piercing me screaming to let every single painfully anguished experience i've endured come out and end all of this.

I already knew he didn't like me, but to have finally told him while I was happy he was letting me be with him tonight shut me off. I felt nothing as I dusted the crap off my robes and hexed Bella and Luicus unconscious, sending them flying into the prickly bushes. My gaze on snape never once sesced even when hexing those fuckers. His face white, eyes guilty to no end and an expression I couldn't identify, but all I saw was the same man who had hurt me for the last time, years of rejection, of not feeling like I was enough for him, to be annoying, to ugly you name it. All I saw was red.

“Isabe–” His sentence cut short because of the wand now pointing into the flesh on his neck, nothing but red and boiling rage, nothing could stop me from this, from killing him.

“Stop! Please!” He cried falling on his knees. I laughed.

“Fuck you Snape, fuck everything you stand for, fuck your phony ass act to get me here tonight. I dont even like you! I fucking hate you, how dare you betray me, after all the nights you cried in my arms over a stupid red head. Shes smart and I am fucking stupid for ever trusting you!” I bit out venom dripping from my mouth as the last sentence leaves my lips. My chest heaving, my heart beating so loud I cant hear my thoughts. Hes on his feet also heaving slowly regaining his composure, his face still pale but quickly turning a dark rage red. My body is still buzzing as I step back, the tears are still too shocked to fall and my body is in fight mode.

“How dare you speak of her in such a way! Your just angry because you were nothing compared to her, you are like a fucking lost puppy who follows me around and whines. You are nothing to me, you have never served me purpose! I'm glad you're finally leaving so I can get on with my life! Lilly Evans will always be the woman I love, it was never you, it will never be you and I laugh at your confession. Pathetic.” He was practically shaking with anger, teeth gritted seething venom from his mouth as the words poisoned any and all emotions for Severus Snape. His face slouchy with red flares bursting out in anger, he was so angry I was genuinely scared of his next move. “Fuck you.” I shoved him back onto his skinny little ass and ran back to my room then went to minis.

(Back to present)

“Isabella, I had no idea that's why you were so upset. Aww you poor baby…” She smothered me with thin lipped kisses and tight hugs. Although just re thinking the memory made my body ache for that 17 year old girl, my face showed nothing. It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and I could finally get her opinion about it.

“Have you guys spoken sense? Any owls or see each other?” She asks with concern, lacing her voice as she refills my little cup with tea. I’m not feeling all the hope and anguish refill my body like it did for the months after that. I remember feeling like air as I watched people gather at my fathers funeral, speak of their experiences and relationships with him, how it felt going up in front of all those imposters and speaking. Even now as I sit 10 years later those memories after, the feeling of hope that maybe he would reach out but reality slapped me in the face in time for me to move on with it.

“No we haven't spoken sense, well other than my dreadful interactions sense returning back.” I half hartley laughed to make it sound less grim. She looked at me then.

“Well you must know it wasn't just you who was struggling. I was unaware of his reasons but after you disappeared he was quite awful. Failed my class that year and became a death eater. But I don't believe it will be forever love, keep your hope up and maybe things will happen the way they are supposed to.” Her wrinkled hand rested on my thigh with such a gentle gesture, making a circle in the fabric of my robe. I knew she would say something like that, it wasn't in my knowledge that Severus cared though, not that I think I'm the reason for all of that misfortune.

“Mini, he was one of them before I left. And frankly I don't feel any reason to become even acquaintances with that man again. It wasn't worth it and I learned my way of life alone and I turned out just fine.” I rolled my eyes as my mouth spit the words at the floor I was boring into.

“Either way Isabella, keep an open mind about him. He has led a hard life and he is behind all of that now, I think. You're right though you have turned out to be a beautiful, brave and cunning young woman in which no man could even keep up anyway.” She gave me her sweetest smile and ate the last of the biskut. I felt relief wash over me as she spoke of him no longer being involved with those awful people. I was about to speak when a hard knock bursted my relfie bubble. Mini jumped at the sound and started getting up when the person spoke from outside the door.

“Marvian, I need to speak with you if you have a moment.” I recognized that cold demanding tone anywhere, why was he always where I needed to get away from him! I hopped up and grabbed my things and looked at Mini.

“Thank you Mini, I needed to see you and have one of our chats again. Thank you for the company and tea, I will owl you about a Hogsmed trip soon!” I gave her a tight hug and made my way to the door.

I opened it slowly just in case I rammed Snape with it, and for some reason I wasn't expecting him to be waiting right outside.

“Mar- Oh its you.” His tone was not rude or harsh, more surprised, his gaze trained on my face as I looked at him with a blank expression.

“Sorry to have startled you, she's ready for you.” I tried to get out as quickly as possible without awkward or ruthless banter from him. Still staring at me he stood straight and opened that stupid mouth again.

“I could actually use your help later, I need some insight on a potion I’m creating and with your expertise in DADA it could go more smoothly than I anticipated.?” It was more of a demand than a request but I could sense with the gentler tone that he was trying to be civil. I dont have anything better to do, so why not.

“I can stop by for sure, just owl me the time and what you think I will need to bring.” Keeping my tone as dull as possible as I replied, a small smile was barely peeking from his lips as I smirked and walked back to what I was doing.

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simpleeindulge · 3 months

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The Beast and The Mouse ⚠️

Info: fem/reader x Kid, 1st meetings, cussing and rude language, Kid in denial, Kid gets a crush, implied sexual yearning, future mature content planned. ⚠️Warning: this part has attempted masturbation. The story will turn MDNI in the next part.⚠️

Context: Kid develops a crush on a girl, and he can't deal with it.

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3. A passing of time.

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(Four. Fucking. O'clock in the morning)

Kid bends his head under the ice cold running water, wishing it would cool the heat in his veins. The water streamed over his tired body, sliding over his hard muscles. Kid's head rested on the wall as the water temperature did little to distract his mind or stop his body's desires.

Typically, Kid would filled with pride at his virility, but not this early in the morning. Kid was forced awake by the sweltering heat his body gave off despite kicking off all the blankets off the bed and unconsciously removing his clothes. He woke up in a pool of sweat and the worst case of morning wood he had ever experienced.

Even now, with the cold water spraying his skin, Kid could feel his damnable cock standing erect and pulsing with need. An annoyed sound rumbled in his throat as he wrapped his hand around the staff, then hissed and cursed at his own roughness. Painfully, he jerked his hand to satisfy his body's needs.

He had tried to deal with his cock in bed, but each time he came close to his end, he thought of her. Of his mouse. Of her tempting looking lips working around his thick cock and nearly choking as she tried to take him to the back of her throat.

"Fuck!" Kid's voice growled out as that same fantasy returned. His other hand balled into a fist and slammed into the wall. Blood dripped from his knuckles, staining the swirling water at his feet. As he roughly inhaled, the coppery smell eased his mood.

He didn't want to think of her like that! There was nothing about her he should desire! Even if she had proven capable of surviving with a pirate crew for this long, she was still so…innocent.

The sick part of his mind agreed and whispered that it was her innocence that he innocence attractive, among other things. He didn't know if she had ever been with a man, but he wanted to rip her apart and soil the purity that lived in her. Pirates shouldn't have purity to them anyway.

Kid wanted to undo her and put her back in a way that suited his tastes better. The idea of it made his cock twitch and his stomach turn at the same time.

Kid growled and punched the wall harder several times until his knuckles split open, creating a hole. Killer will be pissed later, but who cares. The boner Kid was dealing with was finally gone, but his craving for Y/n remained.

(Five fucking hours later)

Kid watched as Killer, Heat, and Wire trained Y/n. A finger tapped his crossed arms as he held back a growl. Not enough. They weren't pushing her enough, and she wasn't trying harder. Did she want to die! Kid watched as Y/n used her ability to dodge their attacks and tap them on the shoulders!

"The hell!" Kid shouted and jumped into the fray. He swung his fist at Y/n, holding back none of his strength.

"Kid! Stop!" Killer shouted, actually afraid that his captain would kill the girl.

Y/n sensed the danger and moved away but tumbled and rolled on the ground. Kid grinned harshly at her and used his powers to send a knife from Heat's belt at her. Y/n jumped back in time but was still on the ground as the knife struck the spot where she had sat.

"Kid," Heat asked, rubbing his head while staring at his captain. "What-"

"Shut it," Kid snapped at Heat and then turned back at Y/n.

She stared at him with equally confused eyes, but she didn't complain or ask why, though her eyes did. Kid ignores the look and the voice telling him to stop. He can't. She needed to know what drawing blood from a person was like. To kill someone to survive, or it would be her body left behind on a battlefield.

"Pick that up and stab me with it."

Everyone on the deck froze at Kid's words. Killer understood the point, but this was too extreme.

"Kid she doesn't-"

"Yes, she does," Kid cut Wire off.

Kid then glanced at Killer, who sighed and crossed his arm. "Everyone back off. The captain is taking over the lesson."

Heat and Wire looked at each other but stepped back to watch. Y/n looked at them, hoping they would talk some sense into Kid. But she should have known that Kid's brain had no room for reason.

He pointed at the knife with a bandaged hand and said gruffly," Pick up that knife, Mouse. You pick it up and come at me, or I am going to kill you."

Kid dropped his hand and slowly lifted it up the other over his head. The air sparked with electricity as all sorts of metal flew and gathered around his hand and arm. His red eyes focused on her as flashes of static made them glow with ferocity. All more weapons and pieces of metal flew toward Kid as Y/n grabbed her knife and held onto it before it could fly out of her hands.

He charged at her when Kid felt he had gathered enough metal to make his point. Y/n's sense worked over time as she dodged and tried to move around him, but Kid could easily read her movement. He turned and swung his metal arm, catching her off guard. Y/n was caught off guard and was stuck hard.

Heat and Wire winced as Killer sighed. To Kid's credit, he held back a quarter of his strength, but even Kid internally groaned when he saw how Y/n hit the side of the ship. Her hand dropped the knife on impact, and her body fell face down.

"Guess we don't need to train her if the captain kills her." Wire muttered to Heat, who let out a breath.

"Too bad, she was a good medic too."

Kid overheard and growled at them. "She not dead! Just stunned! She can handle-"

"Heat, go get a med kit," Killer said over Kid's voice.

Kid was now the one stunned as he watched how Killer checked her pulse. He couldn't have hurt her that bad. He held back a little, didn't he? The metal fell from Kid's arm as he walked towards them. His eyes didn't leave her as he fought down the panic that wanted to come tearing out of him.

He watched as Killer shook her shoulder to see if she would react, but she stayed limp. Kid moved faster, and before Killer could tell him that she was alive, Kid shoved him away and grabbed Y/n shoulders.

"Mouse! Hey! Y/-"

She turned and let out a ripping scream. Kid winced at the sound and then let his mouth fall open as he felt a hot, stinging pain. The knife in Y/n's hand sank deep into his flesh. Killer pushed Y/n back against the ship's side to force her to let go of the handle.

Kid stared at her in blank wonder as Killer shouted. Y/n stared back at him as her chest moved with each heavy breath she took. He swallowed thickly at the look in them. Fire and rage. Pure and untamed. The little brat looked like she wanted to kill him.

He then looked at where she had struck. She was a medic and knew where to stab him, yet the place she chose was an area near his right shoulder. The knife was impressively deep and was going to hurt like a bitch to get out.

"It's going to hurt for weeks."

Kid looked back at Y/n and saw that the rage had cooled to malicious fire as she smirked angrily at him.

"I could have hit the heart, but I think weeks of healing from nerve damage would be a bigger pain in the ass for you."

Heat and return with medical kits with Wire and a few other crew members ready to hang Y/n for what she did. But everyone froze as Kid tossed back his head and let out the most gleeful laughter they had ever heard.

(Some fucking time later)

Kid leaned on the ship's railing as he stared out into the moving darkness of the waves. The stars were hidden behind clouds, and the howl of the night wind beat against his face. He took a drink out of the bottle he held and winced at the pain from his knife wound.

Y/n was right; the wound she had given him was going to annoy him for the next few weeks. He kept forgetting about it, so whenever he moved without thinking, the pain would shoot through his entire arm and sometimes into his chest. Kid chuckled, then frowned.

After he had laughed at Y/n's words, she stood up and quietly walked toward the women's quarters. When she didn't come to the mess hall for dinner, a female crewmember told Killer that Y/n had fallen into a deep sleep after patching herself up. Kid knew that Killer was lowkey pissed at what he did, though he would never show say it, but what about Y/n?

He didn't think her eyes could hold so much rage and that angry smirk she gave him. Kid hissed as the memory stiffened his cock and shifted, then yelled out as he again moved his injured arm the wrong way! Dammit! How can he be both horny and in pain at the same time!

"Kid?"

Kid turned his scowling face towards Killer, who was walking up to him.

"Kid, we need to talk."

Kid sucked his teeth and turned his head back out at the sea.

"I did what I had to. You guys were going too soft on her."

"And you were distracted," Killer commented.

Kid's face reddens as he snaps, "She got lucky!"

Killer sighed, shook his head, and said, "If she does something like that again, she'll have to face consequences."

He was right, of course, but Kid grumbled and winced again as he sipped his drink. It wasn't a good look to have a crewmember stabbing the captain and getting away with it. Y/n only got off the hook because she was already beaten by Kid, and she was ordered to stab him.

"If she is going to be too much trouble, maybe she should go."

His red eyes snapped up, and Kid ignored the shooting pain as he stood straight and glared at Killer.

"She's not going anywhere till I say so."

"Fine, but you should figure out what you want to do with her and handle your problem."

"What problem!" Kid shouted defensively. "I don't have a problem! I just need her to be stronger and not be a burden! That's all!"

"I was referring to your friend," Killer said with a nod at Kid's groin. "you're not that happy to see me."

Kid blushed and shouted, "What if I AM!"

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"Okay," replied Killer simply and moved on, saying, "At the next island we're coming to, you should take care of it." Killer then pulled out a flyer and handed it to Kid. "This place seems accommodating."

Kid took the flyer and growled, "I can handle my stuff!"

"You haven't been by the women's dorms in a while, and we haven't hung out in a bit. And then there's the hole in the shower."

Killer watched as Kid turned his face and grumbled. He knew Kid enough to know when he was pent up, but it usually didn't take this long for him to deal with his needs.

"Just think about it before you break something on the ship or do something you'll regret with Y/n.”

Kid snorted and glanced at the flyer. "Hidden Garden" was written in gold lettering. His eyes skimmed over the info, and he snorted and crumbled up the paper.

"I don't pay for sex."

"Kid, if it will stop you from putting dents in the ship and nearly killing crewmembers, then I will pay for you."

"Heh, thanks, but no thanks."

And with that, Kid walked off to his room to deal with his cock. Before that, however, Kid and a detour and walked the women’s quarters. The door was open and he hoped to see Y/n but he couldn’t find her.

“Something I can help you with?”

Kid glanced down and saw Dive looking freshly washed and about to enter the room.

“No.” Kid said as he took a step to leave then stopped and asked. “Is Y/n still asleep?”

“She is in the med ward working on that goop of hers,” Dive replied and then walked into the room.

Kid headed in the direction of the med ward, not sure what he planned to do or say. He just wanted to see her. He then stopped outside the door and, for the first time in a long while, hesitated. He could hear her humming to herself as she worked on the finishing touches of her special salve.

He was supposed to be helping her but Kid needed to avoid being alone with her. With his cock still hard and begging to go this would be the worst time to see her.

He growled and stomped back to his room for another cold shower.

Writer’s note: the next part will be filled with mature themes. It will be labeled, but this is a heads-up. Also, I imagine this story taking place during the 2-year gap, which is why Kid still has his arm.

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 2 years

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A Hunting Trip | Series Masterlist

pairing: dean winchester x reader & damon salvatore x reader

series status: ongoing

synopsis: dean and sam are on the hunt for their father and the yellow-eyed demon that killed their mother when they're suddenly sent the coordinates to a small town in virginia. the last thing they expect to find when they arrive is an old childhood friend, who to dean's surprise is not exactly a child anymore. oh and a town brimming with vampires and other supernatural creatures. (the supernatural x vampire diaries crossover fic of your dreams)

notes: set in the story arcs of season 3 of tvd & season 1 of spn (i know the years don't match up but just roll with it)

1. a hunting trip

2. a morning meeting

3. a spiked punch

4. a crash course in self defence

5. a surprise invitation - coming soon

6. a dinner party - coming soon

7. a mikaelson ball - coming soon

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lorimnnn · 1 year

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Mine pt. 2 (Michael Myers x AFAB!Reader)

summary: before Michael was ever ‘The Shape’ of Haddonfield, he was just a boy. he was a boy in love with the girl across the road, his sister’s best friend--- the only girl to show him kindness, love and warmth. you.

Basically, Michael falls in love with his sister’s best friend at 6, who sometimes played emergency babysitter especially when Judith was fooling around with her bf. He clings to those memories growing up in the asylum until the day he breaks out, where he decides the first thing he wants to do is find you and keep you, your sunshine only for him. Reader is super girly and feminine, which just fuels michael’s possessiveness.

cw: gore, violence, kidnapping, obsession, manhandling, possessiveness, non-con themes

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

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Your breath shutters in your chest, and a violent tremor seizes at your hands. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes. They sting. They smell like fear.

You know that whatever you do, you can’t let them fall.

But you can’t help yourself. “Mikey?”

The last time you saw Michael Myers, you were 17, at the height of your senior year, and honestly with a few better things to do than cover for Judith when she decided to slack off with Danny.

Not that you minded that precious little boy.

Could you still call him precious?

You don’t dare to turn around. You don’t know what will happen if you do--- what will you see? What will it matter? A part of you needlessly clings to who he used to be. A part of you is certain that if you don’t turn around, you can still pretend a little while longer that nothing’s changed.

Here’s little Mikey, inviting himself into your home because Judith is ‘having her own fun’, as you’d so eloquently put it in the beginning. You’re 17 all over again. You’re squeezed into a tackily patterned pink dress, lips swabbed with a glossy sheen, eyes defined the way everyone used to define them, cancelling on more plans because Judith couldn’t care less that other people lived other lives that could co-exist with hers, if she were considerate enough to open her eyes and find balance. He’s six, with floppy blonde hair and wide, seeing blue eyes.

Your breathing comes faster, a heavy, wet whisper that stimulates your heart into painful, frantic pounding. Fuck. You’re so fucked. Who are you kidding?

You’re 32 and he’s 21 and he’s a serial killer and he’s standing behind you. Why he hasn’t made his move yet is beyond you, but even so--- do you want to know the answer?

A heavy hand curls over your shoulder. There is nothing gentle about it. Nothing familiar, but you don’t know what you’re supposed to be accepting after fifteen years. He’s demanding and impatient as he squeezes, almost enough for you to wince.

You understand what he’s saying. Turn around.

You do. Slowly, you do, and fuck. There he is.

Staring at you with that expressionless latex mask, his features distorted, one eye peeking back at you through the hole. He’s huge. Broad shouldered and long-legged and built like a fractured god.

The chills swamp you in seconds.

“Michael,” you correct yourself. Because this isn’t Mikey. No.

This is Michael Myers.

And you’re going to die tonight.

You eye the knife at his side, then glance back at the hand still clutching your shoulder.

“Well?” you say. “Get it over and done with, then. Have at least enough respect to do it quickly.”

If he’s stunned, he says nothing. Either that or he’s really good at hiding it. He says stiff. Rigid, even. But what reason would the notorious Michael Myers have to be rigid around you?

Well, you have balls, for one. But that’s nothing new. It’s been so long since you’ve had to give a shit or cared to even pretend to, there’s no reason to start.

No time like the end to make the most of it, right?

You tilt your head back. “Go on. Do it.”

You wait. You wait and wait and wait.

It seems like forever until he can show he’s processed your words at all. But the knife doesn’t move from his side. Neither does his hand move from your shoulder. He doesn’t even try step closer to you.

Instead he just... Tilts his head at you.

Confused.

Any curiosity you have in return is quickly snuffed out the second he shoves you against the wall, his hand moving to your neck and collaring it in a harsh, iron grip. You choke. You sputter at the unexpected intrusion of your space. He’s not even squeezing hard, which makes it even more disorienting. You feel like you should be dying. You delude yourself into thinking you are, that your body is in denial, which is the only reason you can keep your eyes open.

Michael Myers doesn’t speak.

You don’t even know if he recognises you at all. Then again, why else is he in your house, and why else is he hesitating?

You don’t know what’s worse. Him knowing your or not knowing you at all. “Michael?” His hand lingers a little longer before he releases you all together, your knees buckling when your feet hit the floor. You’re oversensitive. Everything feels like too much, your fear amplifying your senses as you wrestle between flight or fight. “Don’t come any closer,” you warn. “You’re the one who changed your mind.” It’s obvious that he’s not used to following orders. Or maybe he is and is actively choosing not to--- all those years in the Sanitarium must’ve added up to something, if not some submissive trauma. You hate the rush of sympathy that seizes you when you think of it, only resolved by the bitter tang of horror as you remember why that little boy was sent to the asylum in the first place.

You’re more scared now that you can’t predict him. It was easy enough when you were sure he was going to kill you, because that was what he did to everyone. But now?

Now you don’t know.

You swear sharply when Michael lunges, seemingly not fast or agile enough to dodge him as he slams you into the wall, his body pressing against yours. You don’t even both fighting him, arms squished between you where you’d thrown them protectively in front of yourself. His face is so close to yours. That unsettlingly emotionless mask is too close. You can smell the silicone. The sweat.

You can see his eyes through the holes. Icy, stark and blue. Pupils dilated as his gaze holds yours, as his breathing comes heavier, more laboured. You quickly realise why.

His hands roam your sides. They grip. They grope. You hold in your scream as his fingers sink into your hips --- not enough to hurt, but enough to make his intention clear. You try squirm, you try shove him away. Nothing works.

You can feel him against your belly. Hot. Hard, Probing.

Where was the little boy you used to care for? Did he even exist? Did he exist at all now, somewhere deep inside this monstrous creature, hulking in size and ineffably superior, dominant, a symbol of fear? Did he know what he was doing when he was touching you like this, or were the hands that were touching you the hands of a stranger consumed by rage and blood thirst?

You gag. You want to vomit. This is so wrong. Every part of you screams to escape, but he won’t let you.

You clench your eyes shut. “No. No, no, no.”

He pushes harder against you, and you begin to tremble.

You’ve never heard of Michael Myer’s victims being raped. It just wasn’t his thing. It wasn’t supposed to be his thing.

Why start?

Why the fuck start with you?

“No, no, no.” You start to scream. “No! Fucking no!”

You shove him hard, even if it does nothing.

“Get the fuck off me, you disgusting, deranged bitch!”

You shove him again, and this time he stumbles back three steps. They’re all hesitant, like he’s hurt or something. Good.

“Fuck you,’ you spit. “Get out of here.”

He gives you one, last look. His eyes are eclipsed in the shadows, the distance making them hard to see. But you know he’s looking at you. Intently. Deliberately.

Darkly.

And then he’s gone. Just like that.

When you open your eyes, the room is empty. The door is wide open, and the wind slips into the house, submerging it in a chill you can’t differ from your disgust and horror.

On your porch is the corpse of the man you slept with last night. He’s mutilated, body angled in ways that make you sick.

You don’t know anything. You know nothing, and you’re scared.

But one thing remains clear.

He’ll be back.

Michael’s heart throbs in his chest. It is the most life it has had since he was a child, since he was watching cartoons on your sofa or watching you examine your reflection in the mirror.

He’d stepped into the room, and it had beat. It had beaten so loudly, it’d sounded like thunder in his head.

Mine, mine, mine.

You were his.

He’d touched you. Felt you. You were older but you were the same, and you were real. How he imagined you couldn’t compare to how you were now.

Fuck.

And to think someone had touched you that wasn’t him.

Nobody would ever do that again.

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sith-qween · 3 months

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3.6K

Rating: M

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza

Tags: @bdudette

Everything was so simple these days, were you still a little on edge in regards to a certain white haired man? Yes. However the dull ache that hummed under the surface of your skin was enough to make you smile. You had found someone to deal with the last hints of the heat, and after all the training you’d been doing, it all just felt right.

You had no real destination in mind, it was a quiet day. Each of you was busy dealing with your own things and recovering for whatever mission would pop up next. You had always been a fan of being off base, but these days you practically lived for it. You couldn’t help the lingering anxiety that started to surface when things got too quiet. Between always being around such a noisy bunch, and not trusting it - it was just better to be away from the quiet.

Having just finished up in the dining rooms, you were lazily making your way down the halls, jaw falling in a large yawn. The leisurely stroll was fine, the passing soldiers were comforting, everything was still going on as it always did. Face after face that you hardly recognized, and that was how you liked it. There was something comforting in not having any ties to these people, and not needing to worry about who saw you.

“Ah, well there you are”

Internally you groaned as the all too familiar voice chimed in from the right before an arm curled over your shoulders. Turning your gaze to face the other Saiyan, your eyes were daggers that met the arrogance of his own.

“Raditz, I can’t believe I’ve been blessed with your presence. What have I done to deserve such a moment? Tell me, so I can avoid ever doing it again.” you groaned as you shrugged his arm off of your shoulders. The sarcasm rolling from your tongue was nearly tangible. Beside you came a deep chuckle, clearly not thrown off by the obvious displeasure at his appearance.

“I know Nappa warned me about how cold you’ve been and all, but it’s me. Unlike the other two, I’m much more tolerable.” he stated confidently, letting his hand rest on your shoulder this time. The smirk on his lips was enough to rub you the wrong way and you gave him a warning look, you just took his wrist and dropped his hand without a second thought.

“You can tell yourself that, but I am pretty sure that someone needs to have their head examined. Someone clearly doesn’t know how to take a hint, and will lose a limb or two if they aren’t careful” the growl came, low and threatening. In all honesty you knew that Raditz was the weakest of the three men, and if you were starting to catch up with Nappa then you could take Raditz. Well maybe not realistically win just yet, but at least give him something to reflect on. The hostility radiating from you was evident to the others in the hall as they didn’t bother to look over in your direction.

Instead of deterring him from his advances, it only seemed to light a challenge in the other, much to your dismay. A smug look came over his features and his hands went right to your hips. This desire for affection was starting to really bug you, and it was really not helping anything. The remains of the heat were faintly flickering, and sure the prince had helped considerably but you were starting to learn being around Saiyans didn’t help it any. Could that be why Nappa and Raditz had both been more inclined to be around you? Possibly, but what you did know was that it was getting on your nerves.

“Raditz, so help me - remove your hands before,” you growled, trailing off for a moment, not even able to think up some kind of threat in the moment. Between wanting to just deck him one, you instead opted to take a large step away from the other as your eyes caught sight of the tall purple man. It was instantaneous how the fear crept along your spine. Did he know about the incident the other day? “Captain Ginyu,” you greeted as you made sure that Raditz would be standing between the two of you.

To this, Raditz lazily turned to look over his shoulder before he turned around to give the other a nod of acknowledgement. He didn’t look too pleased with the other man's sudden appearance. For once you envied the man, oh how you wished you could have such an aloof attitude right now. Instead you got to feel foolishly afraid of the entire Ginyu Force.

“Making threats are we, Y/N?” The tall man asked, amusement lacing his voice more so than anything else. However, that didn’t stop the heavy feeling that started to form in your throat. Normally it would be an easy move to stand at attention and brush it off as nothing, after all Ginyu was okay when you weren’t breaking any rules. However you couldn’t trust him this time and the little extra space that Raditz provided was comforting.

“Me? I would never, Captain. No serious ones anyways. Sometimes you need to add one or two to make a point.” you retorted, a hint of bitterness reaching your tone as your eyes flashed towards the other Saiyan. To that, you got a scoff.

“I think that some of those threats are completely unjustified and unnecessary, I would never do anything to deserve any of that.” he sneered sarcastically. His attention turned towards the older man. The two were easy to fall into sarcastic banter, and you just wanted to be on your way. Ginyu you knew by name and face unlike the others - after all it was his work that got you transferred over to this ship.

You couldn’t really help leaning away from the conversation at this point. For starters you didn’t exactly feel very comfortable, not to mention the fact that they both seemed more than happy with just interacting with each other. Averting your gaze, you were looking for any available opening you could in order to excuse yourself and just get back to your room to just pretend like none of this happened. However it was almost as though Ginyu had a radar for situations like this as his attention turned to you.

“Ah right, Y/N! That reminds me, have we ever formally met one another?” he inquired, his typical attitude being almost too much for you to tolerate at the moment. Turning your attention back to him, your eyes watched him for a moment. When you didn’t respond right away he pressed once more, “Come, give me the honour of proper formalities.”

You still did not move. You were not ready to close the gap, and there was a nagging voice in the back of your head. You really didn’t want to be formal with him. Sure you were grateful for the work he put in you, for bringing you back to the rest of your kind - but he held far too much power. He was way too close to the two people on this ship you wanted nothing to do with.

A hand rested on the small of your back, causing you to blink in surprise. A laugh rumbled from beside you as it guided you forward, towards the tall man. Eyes flashing hard at Raditz he returned the look with something unreadable. Somehow that made the entire situation worse. You could feel your stomach turn at his little betrayal, but allowed yourself to naturally move forward as if it was nothing and lifted your gaze to meet the taller man.

“Sorry, lost in my own thoughts, forgive me Captain.” the words fell from your tongue in practiced form. Sometimes thinking was a secondary reaction, there were some things that everyone on the ship was just naturally accustomed to doing automatically - mostly to save themselves from meeting an untimely end.

Now standing before the other man, you couldn’t help but feel smaller in comparison. Extending your hand in a practiced manner you offered him the slightest hints of a smile,

“Y/N, nice to finally get to meet you properly.” His hand took yours in his before he pulled it up to his lips. You could feel the fur on your tail start to bristle at the contact but fear kept you from actually making any actions to move from his grip. While you felt uncomfortable, Ginyu seemed like the type to ignore boundaries, not on purpose, but just because he didn’t have any.

“Ah, You as well, Captain. I have been meaning to thank you for getting me transferred over to this ship.” you amazed even yourself at how casual your voice remained. Then again it was natural to fall into habit around superiors, personal comfort was something you got when you were no longer on duty. Thankful when he let your hand go, it quickly retreated back to your side.

“Ah yes, I’ve wanted to check in about that. There haven't been any more problems since then? Have these missions been more to speed?” He asked, his tone genuine. However simple and caring he appeared, you couldn’t trust him and you managed a smile,

“Yes. I feel much better here. Missions are more challenging and thrilling. Not to mention I was pleasantly surprised with my new teammates; they gave me a chance to learn more about my history” avoiding anything regarding problems, you were being pretty honest about everything else. You never figured you’d meet other Saiyans, let alone someone who was from the royal bloodline. It had been a learning experience, and while they got on your nerves, you had started to adapt to it in no time.

“Ah, that is good to hear! However, it seems no matter where you go, you still draw attention. I guess it can’t be helped,” he chuckled, his tone teasing as he let his eyes lift to Raditz. “But I am glad to see you’ve been keeping the others in check. Surprised none of them have messed up your missions yet..”

Beside you it was now Raditz’s turn to bristle at the man's comment. To that you couldn’t help but snicker. No, they hadn’t messed anything up yet, but they did struggle with thinking with the right head sometimes. After all no one was blind to the situation here, and you were happy to prove each day that you had the control. You may be part of a dying race, but the men also knew it couldn’t be forced on you either - not without dire consequences.

“Well, it seems like you have things under control here. I should take off, have a meeting to raise the team's morale shortly here. I can’t be late! Remember a pretty thing like you need to stay on her toes, don’t let anyone here get away with anything! Anything happens, make sure you report it like before.” he finished, a smile on his face. If it wasn’t for the little logo on his armour presenting his rank, you think he would’ve been a decent person to hang around with from time to time. He seemed carefree to be the leader of such an elite group - ah how misleading appearances could be. Personal and work life were easily kept apart in his books.

With a quick farewell from the pair of you, the purple man took his leave.

There was a moment of silence between you both before you turned and continued through the halls. You had just wanted to get back to your room and relax a little bit before all of this happened, honestly you blamed Raditz for all of this.

“Hey, Y/N!” the long haired male growled from behind you as he quickly caught up. Instead of trying to resume his previous mission, he fell into step with you, half a step ahead. Everything about him carried more purpose now then it had before, “I was looking for you earlier, Vegeta and Nappa are going to meet us back at my room. Vegeta wanted to go over a few things.” he explained.

“Ah, so I don’t get to relax for a while yet, that’s reassuring news.” you sneered at the other. The disgruntled glare you cast in his direction was met with an unreadable gaze. That didn’t sit right with you, but then again nothing today was really sitting right. Everything was all over the place and you were unsure what was going to be thrown at you next. Huffing your gaze returned to the front as you made your way down the halls. You just wanted to get this all over with.

The two of you had arrived shortly before the other two. There was nothing after this, just some off time to do whatever. Raditz had taken it upon himself to get comfortable, striping himself of his armour and stretching out on his little couch. Having swapped out his spandex for a dark pair of sweats, there was little left to imagine. Wanting to keep distance between you and the others, you had chosen to stand against one of the walls.

Vegeta and Nappa each occupied one of the chairs in the small living area, both still dressed in their everyday armour. Silently you thanked them for that, because having one of them half dressed was far more than enough for you.

After a few minutes of silence there was an impatient sigh from the Prince,

“Before we get to the boring stuff.. Y/N, would you mind sharing what's been eating away at you in the last little while?” he ‘asked’. Calling it an idea, or suggestion would be a grossly huge understatement. His tone made it pretty clear that he was telling you to share, not so much asking you to.

“It’s.. Complicated..” you muttered after a moment. Really, this wasn’t something you really wanted to share. It wasn’t exactly like they could do much in the way of stopping it. Hell if they were dumb enough to take action, you would be down a teammate. It wasn’t really something you wanted to make a big fuss about either, but the displeased look you got in response was followed by an equally displeased tone,

“It’s really not that complicated. You say what happened, and that is that. None of us missed what happened back in the training rooms. So you better explain before you weigh down the group. We can’t have you spacing out on missions.” That is what caught your attention. Anger flared in your chest at his words, like you would let personal matters hold back a mission. You knew your place, and you knew better than to let silly things mess up a mission.

“If you must know,” the words snapped, “Jeice has been more than friendly in the last little while and after screwing up with Lord Frieza - he’s been more than happy to use that as leverage.” the words were a hiss. They felt wrong on your tongue and the bile rising in your throat stung. If it had been just about anyone else, he never would have gotten away with it - you would have dealt with him by now. Unfortunately he held power over you, and you valued your life way too much.

As it set in what you meant, you swore each one were cluing in on a few things. Sure, you had been more than thrilled to be sent away from the ship. Yeah having Nappa kick your ass for a few hours helped take your mind off things. Maybe you were a little bit repulsed to having anyone touch you at the moment. You had gone so long without the worries of any unwanted attention, and yet here it was - and back with a vengeance.

“So Ginyu..?” Raditz started, pulling your attention to him. The anger burned in your eyes as you lifted your brows in response,

“I don’t know if he was hinting at anything or what was happening.” you were quick to finish for him, really not wanting to bring that up as well. However, the very mention of the man had two confused gazes flickering between you and Raditz, much to your dismay.

“Ah, Ginyu stopped us in the halls earlier. Asked Y/N how things had been since the move and all. All that was fine, but he was getting a little friendly himself.. However I imagine he was much classier than that filthy Jeice.” he filled in for the others. At the moment you wanted nothing more than to strangle Raditz. Was it really necessary to mention all of that as well? However, part of you was silently thankful that he had said it so that you didn’t have you. Eyes focused on the little coffee table, you couldn’t bear to look at any of them, you could feel the shame weighing down on your shoulders.

“Well, they better keep their distance.” Nappa finally barked. He looked absolutely livid when you lifted your gaze at the sudden comment. “They have more than enough women throwing themselves at ‘em. They don’t need to corner you.”

“While I don’t agree with anything they have done, we have to be careful. Like she mentioned, they aren’t shy about throwing their ties with Frieza around. We can’t just start picking fights or anything.” Vegeta piped in, his tone much calmer than the others. Then again, his eyes gaze it all away. The rage behind his onyx eyes was not something you’d forget any time soon.

“So then what? What was the point of this? None of you can do anything, it’s my problem so I was dealing. I can keep personal and work separate, have been for years.” you sneered. This whole thing felt pointless. They were just getting mad for nothing now, and it was just making you feel even weirder about the whole situation.

Suddenly the little table gave a pitiful cry as it splintered off into pieces - the large fist sat in the middle of it. Unlike the prince, Nappa’s rage was a wild storm that bloomed out to destroy whatever it could - much to Raditz’s agony.

“Don’t worry about that, we will do what we can. We can’t exactly confront them - however none of this has ever happened while we were with you.. So it might be best if you were always with one of us. It would be a reason for them to keep their distance, can’t have someone witness their deeds now can they?” Vegeta pondered, making it sound more like he was thinking aloud. To this there was a moment of silence, the words setting in with each of you.

As Nappa straightened himself out, he started to nod in agreement. A soft hum of agreement came from Raditz, and even if it wasn’t the most desirable solution - you couldn’t deny that even that made sense. Moving away from the wall, you started to pace a little - mulling over the idea in your head. Only Ginyu tried anything weird in front of Raditz, but that could have just been a weird perk he had. Last time, they had backed off when any of the three men showed up, and the time before as well.

“I suppose that’s an idea. I’m not exactly thrilled to spend all of my time with you guys.. But it is logical, and even I can’t argue with that.” you muttered out, shoulders falling slightly in defeat. To that Vegeta just scoffed, not impressed with your attitude, but he was much more adjusted to it compared to when he had first met you.

“Well if that's sorted,” Raditz hummed before his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you down to the couch with him. Stumbling slightly, you were distracted with the broken pieces of wood on the ground before your attention turned sour at what had happened. However before you could really register anger at the other’s actions, two reactions stole your attention.

The displeasure was an automatic response from the other two Saiyans. Nappa’s face was a cold glare, his entire body tensed as if he wanted nothing more than to reach out and steal you from Raditz’s grasp. Vegeta, while much less visible, was also tense, his cool expression fueled by those same burning eyes.

You could feel the corner of your lips twitch in amusement at how that played out. Sure Raditz won this time, but mostly because of the amusement that it brought you. Just this once you would allow the pesky man's advances to succeed. Shuffling a bit, you removed the bulky armour so as not to stab him with it and set it down beside the couch. With your chest gear gone, you let your back fall against his chest as you relaxed a little bit.

“C’mon Y/N, he’s a lower class saiyan, surely-” Nappa started, the jealousy evident on his face. He really did wear his heart on his sleeve, for any emotion it appeared.

“I thought we had some things to go over. Schedules, any news updates, you know - the normal stuff?” you quickly cut in, turning your attention to the prince. The look in his gaze was nothing short of unhappy, but he gave a grunt in response. Clearly he wanted to say something, but the arguing that would follow wasn’t something he was up for at the moment. You never believed how much you held over them, but this just proved it. Feeling the other’s arm wrap around your waist and rest on your stomach, you were thankful he was not pushing his luck. The rest of the meeting was simple and boring, but you came out of it feeling much more at ease then when it had started.

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AN: Hello I return. I am starting to slowly starting to update this, so enjoy a new post on here! Remember AO3 sees it first my lovelies. However, you can chat easier on here, so never hesitate to leave an anon ♥

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luminnara · 5 months

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Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires Ch. 17 | Poly!Lost Boys x OC (18+ ONLY)

Vera is an unusually vicious bloodsucker who’s never stuck in one place for very long…until a mysterious feeling pulls her right to the murder capital of the world: Santa Carla, California. Now, she needs to figure out why exactly she’s there, where she fits in amongst the boardwalk’s nighttime denizens, and how to cope with her own personal vampire-related problems. Poly Lost Boys/OC, starts just before the movie *MULTI PART SERIES*

MASTERLIST

CH16 | CH 17 | CH 18

Tags: @americancowgirl19 @ilikechocolatemilkh @siennanoelle01 @iloveslasher @sylum @reese-bowie @hornyondwayne @bdudette @yunho-leeknow @ahahanofanks @goth-cowgirl-03

Michael Emerson was tucked safely in bed in his new room that night. Sure, he was a little pissed off about that girl…okay, he was downright agitated. He felt desperate to meet someone, anyone in Santa Carla, and he had his heart set on the cute brunette from the boardwalk. The image of her face was seared into his mind, her smile beaming at him whenever he closed his eyes. He needed to know who she was, and he didn’t care if the guys she hung out with were criminals or low lives or gang bangers. In the morning, he’d go out and look for a job, and in the evening, he’d head to the boardwalk without his annoying little brother so that he might actually have a chance to find his mystery girl and have a real conversation with her.

Yeah, he had it all planned out. He had noticed how the bikers dressed, with their leather jackets and dangly earrings. There was bound to be a spot in town where he could find himself a jacket and some cooler sunglasses than the ones he already owned. If that girl liked bad boys, then he could make himself look the part, couldn’t he? Sam would probably give him shit for it, but he didn’t know anything. He paraded around in oversized designer shirts all day and stuck out like a sore thumb everywhere he went. At least Michael was making an attempt to fit in.

As he tried and failed to get to sleep, he wondered who that girl was. Santa Carla was a weird place full of weird people, but she looked so…nice. So normal. She didn’t look like she should be hanging around guys like that. And what was the deal with her grumpy friend? Michael thought she was hot, too, but more in a way that made him feel like she might cut his balls off, and he wasn’t so sure he was into that…and besides, she had totally made out with the Twisted Sister reject, hadn’t she? And that guy had glared daggers at Michael, so it was probably a better idea not to go after girls with boyfriends.

His eyes suddenly shot open.

Did the brunette have a boyfriend?

She hadn’t seemed all that thrilled to climb on the back of Billy Idol’s bike, but the guy hadn’t forced her. She went willingly, away from Michael and straight towards him, but there wasn’t any kissing or groping or even words exchanged. So were they together? Did things like that even matter in Santa Carla? Michael was the new guy in town, and that gang had all been watching him like they wanted to kick his ass just for being there. Backing off would be the smart thing to do, the thing least likely to get him beat up. He knew he should probably just cut his losses and accept that he wasn’t cool enough for a girl who hung out with guys like that, and he knew that he probably didn’t want to get involved with whatever wild shit that gang got into. But was he gonna give up? Was he gonna do the smart thing?

Hell no.

He rolled over, trying to get comfortable. Yeah, tomorrow he’d go work on his new look, and he’d totally win that girl over. At the very least, maybe if he looked the part, the guys she hung around might respect him. He already had a bike, even if it wasn’t as cool as theirs, and a new city meant that he could leave his old self behind and make something new. The thought was a comfort, and he finally drifted off to sleep, safe and sound, oblivious to the horrors that so often plagued Santa Carla at night.

-0-

Those horrors had names, of course.

“Marko! Hurry it up!” David snapped from the cave entrance.

“I’m coming, Christ!” Marko rolled his eyes, letting the pigeon he held in his hand go to fly up to its roost.

“You pay more attention to those damn birds than you do me,” David sneered as Marko approached.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t realize I was neglecting you, dear…”

David wrinkled his nose as Marko put a hand on his chest and leaned in, batting his eyelashes. “You’re obnoxious.”

“I’ll be sure to have dinner on the table by four, honey, please forgive me—“

“Hey, uh, what about my dinner?” Paul asked impatiently. “You’re holdin’ us up, David said he had somethin’ exciting planned—“

“Can’t you tell I’m smoothing things over with my loving husband?” Marko snapped at him, dropping the atomic housewife act entirely.

“Yeah, well I’m hungry!” Paul hissed.

A moment later they were lunging at each other, and Vera was cackling in delight from her perch on Dwayne’s back. David still hadn’t told any of them who he was planning on hunting, but now that they were all back together again and all the sad talk seemed to be behind them, she was just glad to be going out to feed in the first place. She could really go for a bite after such a weird evening.

Laddie and Star were in bed already, the former asleep while the latter stayed up to read a book and fantasize about the boy she had met on the boardwalk. By the time Vera and David had gotten back from visiting Max, Star had already tucked herself away behind the silks and lace, and they had more pressing matters to attend to than bothering her.

Like corralling Paul and Marko and encouraging them to at least make their way outside while they fought.

“Where are we going?” Dwayne asked as he stepped around Marko’s flailing arms, very narrowly avoiding his claws.

“Back towards town,” David smirked.

“Who do you wanna go after?” Vera asked, resting her chin on Dwayne’s shoulder as he carried her.

David’s smirk turned into a grin. “Greg and Shelly.”

Dwayne paused in surprise, and then his lips spread into a grin of his own. A dangerous growl started up in the back of his throat, a low, guttural sound that Vera could feel in her very bones. He was already breathing hard in anticipation, the dark brown of his irises melting into that striking, predatory gold that signified shifting. His grip on her legs tightened and she felt claws piercing her flesh, and when she looked at the others, she saw that they were faring similarly. Paul and Marko were back on their feet already, Paul trembling with excitement while Marko gnawed at his thumb, both staring at David with wild eyes.

He just laughed that cruel laugh and took to the sky.

Vera could have let go of Dwayne to fly on her own, but he was still holding onto her as he leapt after David. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing at his eagerness to tear Greg limb from limb, and as they flew along the bay, the boys kept filling her head with images of what they wanted to do to their victims.

Paul was hoping to rip Shelly’s throat out, plain and simple. He’d been waiting forever to finally eat her, and he wasn’t going to waste any time if he got to her first. Marko was planning on gutting Greg like a pig, taking extra pleasure in imagining how his guts would spill out of him and the look on his face when he realized what was happening. David just wanted to tear them both apart, go for a major artery—whichever he found first—and let the blood spray out as their terrified hearts pumped it out for him.

And Dwayne wanted to pull Greg’s spine out, clean and fast and simple.

Vera felt a shiver run through her. She didn’t know whose thoughts to focus on, the four of them all too excited to quiet down. This was more chaotic than when they had hunted Vernon down, and they were more vicious this time around. She could tell how much they absolutely loathed Greg, and Shelly was just an unfortunate girl who was into the wrong slimeball.

What’s the deal with these two, anyway? She asked, trying to send her thoughts cutting through the barrage of gore they were all thinking up. She’d encountered the humans before, sure, and they were less than chill, but she got the feeling they had a lot more history than she had seen.

Greg’s a grade A piece of shit, Paul answered.

He loves to hate us, Marko added. Thinks he’s real hot shit ‘cause he’s in a surf gang. They tear up our town like they own the place.

He’s an obnoxious piece of shit who thinks he runs the boardwalk, David drawled. Been on my shit list since the day we met him months ago. It’s finally time to give him a piece of my mind.

Why now? Vera asked.

Because it’s time we put our foot down. David growled. This is our boardwalk. It’s time we started acting like it again. Things are changin’ and I’m not sittin’ by anymore.

Yeah! Paul agreed. I’ve been waitin’ for this one for so long…

I know, David grinned, laughing darkly. Now let’s fucking go.

They erupted in a series of shouts that sounded more like howls, too excited to give a shit about being quiet. If anyone down on the ground heard them, they might inclined to think Santa Carla was haunted by some sort of ghouls or banshees…but more than likely, any humans who were still out at such a late hour were too fucked up or too tired to put much stock into the unearthly cries up in the clouds. They were most likely ignored, written off as just another one of those weird Santa Carla things that tended to just happen, and as Vera clung to Dwayne’s back, she found herself glad to be living (un-living?) in a place where vampires seemed able to be themselves.

“There they are,” she heard Paul growl.

She looked down and saw that they had reached a scruffy stretch of beach, and Vera recognized it as the sort of place young couples drove out to in order to spend some quality time together. The bright lights of the boardwalk were still shining across the water, the roller coaster looking especially beautiful from so far away. Why hadn’t she and the boys ever wandered out that way to relax? It was the perfect spot to bring some beers and have a private party. It seemed like Greg and Shelly might be onto something, if Paul’s nose was right and they were there.

Sure enough, at the very top of the hill, parked all alone and looking particularly vulnerable, was a tan car…and Vera could see it rocking slightly.

“Oh, gross,” Marko bared his teeth in an eager grin.

Dwayne shrugged Vera off of his back and she reluctantly let go of him, hovering in the air as she watched him roll his shoulders. He returned Marko’s grin and then looked at Paul, whose eyes were yellow and wild and full of that crazed hunger they were all feeling, and together, the two of them dove for the car.

“Quit!” Vera heard Shelly’s laugh from the backseat.

“C’mon,” Greg said between playful growls, his voice muffled. “Let’s have some fun–”

Marko landed next to the car and gave it a light shove, grinning as he heard Shelly’s heartbeat suddenly speed up.

“What was that?” she hissed.

“What was what?” Greg asked.

“I thought I heard something…”

And then all hell broke loose, as usual.

“What is that?” Shelly shrieked as the roof of the car was torn off, Paul and Dwayne each holding a side.

The air was alive with the scent of terror, Greg and Shelly screaming so loudly that Vera thought their throats might start bleeding. It didn’t matter if they did or not, though–their time had come to an end, and when David landed on the hood of the car and they twisted to look at him, they ran out of things to scream about.

“C’mon, baby, what’s the matter?” Paul cackled, lunging towards Shelly. “Bat got your tongue?”

Because he did.

He did have her tongue, clamped between his teeth, bloody and floppy and horrifying as he tore it out of her mouth. She was silent, staring at her attacker with wide eyes, raising a shaky hand to her chin. Blood gushed out, painting her teeth and lips, but she didn’t scream, because she was so far beyond terror that she couldn’t do anything.

And then Paul and David dove in, and Shelly was history.

Greg was trying to shout, thrashing in Marko’s grip as he was lifted into the sky. Buckets of blood rained down, Dwayne tearing him open with dark red claws that could never really be scrubbed clean after something like this. Scraps of shredded clothing fluttered down through the air, and by the time Greg’s body was allowed to hit the ground again, it was little more than an unrecognizable chunk of meat.

Vera, whose very teeth were aching with hunger at this point, followed it down. Her boys were extremely messy eaters, and not particularly good at getting as much out of their meals as possible. When she descended on Greg’s mangled, barely-alive body, there was plenty of blood left for her to enjoy…so she shredded him the rest of the way and had a little fun with it.

It wasn’t long before they were all satisfied, faces and hands caked in blood, appetites satiated for the moment. The boys were still wild, chests heaving from the rush and the excitement even as they pushed the car into the sea and tossed the corpses in with it. They splashed around in the shallows, shoving each other, wrestling and fighting in the sand. Vera found herself dragged into the middle of it all, crushed beneath Paul as he was thrown down on top of her and hoisted onto Dwayne’s shoulders as he ran from Marko.

It was as if they hadn’t just murdered and eaten two humans, as if they were just normal people having fun on a summer night. The ocean air was invigorating, filling up lungs that didn’t always need to be filled, egging on monsters that didn’t need encouragement; they were having fun, and they were free, and in that moment, it seemed like there was nothing in the entire world that could change that.

-0-

“This is the life, huh?” David ginned, arm around Vera’s shoulders.

She glanced up at him. In the dark of the cave, his eyes seemed even brighter than they usually were, a piercing, unnatural yellow that shone even when there was no light to reflect off of them.

“You’re in a good mood,” she remarked, leaning down to pull her boots off.

“Been wantin’ to get rid of those two for a while now,” he said, stepping away to kick his own boots off. “One less annoyance to deal with.”

“Still plenty of others left, though.”

His expression soured. “Don’t remind me.”

“Didn’t think I had to.”

Vera watched as David huffed and then ascended to the rafters in a flash, gripping a beam with clawed feet and immediately crossing his arms over his chest as if he were already asleep. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior and followed, shoving against his side until he relented another huff and slid an arm around her.

“Tomorrow, Star’ll find that guy again and that’ll finally be over with.” David grumbled.

“What makes you so sure she’ll kill him right away?” Vera asked.

“You don’t think she will?”

“I think she’s nervous.”

“She can’t afford to be nervous anymore.” He snapped. “If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll take care of puppy dog-eyes and finally join us.”

Vera frowned. “It can’t be fun, being caught in limbo like that. I mean, I don’t see the point in not committing fully at this point…”

“I can’t even remember being a half-vampire.” David shrugged. “Pretty sure I had my first kill immediately.”

“Alright, no need to brag.”

“What?” He smirked. “I was born for this life, baby.”

“Born to sleep all day?”

“And party all night.”

“Hell yeah!” Paul shouted as he flew to his roost, the rafter shaking with the force of his claws gripping it.

“Y’know, David…” Dwayne said, voice low and grumbly with sleep as he joined them and settled in.

“What, Dwayne?” He asked, sounding irritated.

“…you never told us what Max said earlier.”

David was silent for a moment, grumpily squaring his jaw before he spoke again. “He’s in love with that lady.”

The boys were silent for a moment.

“You mean like…” Marko trailed off.

“Yeah. I do.”

“The redhead from the shop?” Paul asked, scoffing.

“Yes. That one.” David grumbled.

“So why’s that our problem?” Marko huffed.

“Because he expects us to play nice,” David hissed.

“Because he wants to bring her into the family,” Vera interjected.

She was met with a series of growls and grumbles, the boys all glancing at each other warily.

“He sounded serious about it,” she added.

“And let me guess,” Marko drawled, “he expects us to do something about it.”

“…yeah, he mentioned something…”

“He said she’s got two sons,” David sighed. “He said we’ve met them.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “We meet a lot of dudes.”

“I don’t suppose he said anything more helpful,” Marko hissed.

“Of course not.” David snapped. “But he gave us their names. Sam and Michael.” His jaws parted in a wide yawn as he pulled Vera closer. “Tomorrow night we’ll find them and get a better look at who exactly the old man expects us to play nice with.”

“And Star’ll finally have a decent meal,” Marko grinned. “Big night.”

“Big night.” David agreed.

Big night, Vera thought, frowning to herself as she tried to settle in for the morning.

#the lost boys #goddamn shit sucking vampires #the lost boys x oc #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #poly lost boys

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succubusdaydream · 2 months

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BTGoTM Update <3

I'm gonna be honest guys, I never expected to write so many parts for Grace of The Moon. It was originally going to be one or two parts of a certain scene I had in my head but wanted to lead up to that in a way. I'm pulling most of the writing from my ass and for the life of me cannot write the original story. I've replayed BG3 so many time that writing about the underdark quests and the Creche is draining and feels lifeless to type up. I feel like I'm just writing a summary of the game rather than a story with a twist to a character. I can't get the intros for the other companions right and have deleted and rewritten the underdark part multiple times. Part 5 was supposed to be up days ago and it's still nowhere close to being done. I've barley passes 500 words and I've been stuck for nearly a week now. All in all, I have decided to focus more on the actual werewolf aspect that I had planned originally and simply sum up the underdark like I kind of did with the side quests you can do in Act 1. I have more of act 2 planned with the fight against Thorm but please bare with me as I try my best to make this storyline up since I had nothing planned for this many parts. I love you all and thank you for the current and hopefully continued of support on By The Grace of The Moon. <3

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Tag list for BTGoTM: @bdudette || @simon-e-mallory || @caskyywrites || @emo-with-headphones || @ophelias-flowerss || @sarawithasword || @stonedstargazer666 || @saturns-angel

#bg3 #bg3 x reader #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 x tav #tav reader #astarion ancunin x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #By The Grace of The Moon

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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To Those Who Read Birmingham:

As I’m sure you probably could have guessed, this week’s chapter is going to be pretty intense. They will have arrived in Sheffield, and I think we all know what’s going to go on there……

With that being said, I am going to be proactive and use the community label function and mark the chapter for violence so that it doesn’t get flagged and disappear.

I wanted to announce this now so that those who may not have switched their settings to allow it can do so and will still be able to read the chapter.

More descriptive warnings will be placed on the chapter itself (which will refer to the why and the how of the event…that’ll make sense later).

That’s about all - I’m excited to share it with you…big things are happening!!

Adding the taglist below:

Tagged: @mgcldydrms @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @elenavampire21 @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy @notyour-valentine @shelbydelrey @december16-1991 @onlydeadcells @peakyswritings @just-a-blackhole @watercolorskyy @strayrockette @peakyduchesss @alexxavicry @captivatedbycillianmurphy @yummycastiel @dark-academia-slut @tommystargirl @stevie75 @lyarr24 @signorellisantichrist @zablife @anotherblinder @midnightmagpiemama @cillmequick @l1-l4 @chlorrox @lostgirl219 @woofgocows @bdudette @mrkdvidal1989 @stephhevring @fictional-hooman @httyd-marauders @nataliewalker93 @rangerelik @thecraziestcrayon @cilliansangel @shaddixlife @tracysnook

#k speaks #birmingham #birmingham update

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bdudette · 1 day

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THE SERIES OF STORIES

☁︎︎ = Fluff | ↯ = Angst | ☕︎︎ = Suggestive | ⚠︎= Smut

|| ONE PIECE MASTERLIST ||

This is where the all inclusive stories are. From pirates to marines to CP9’s — everyone is included in here.

⚠️ I do have to warn you, most of my series will be on a fiction I’m planning to write on in the near future so I’m planning to add little to no context. Still though, since I’m writing it as a Reader/You form, I will not be providing any names nor even any appearance references at all!

TUTELAGE [ ☁︎ ↯ ]

Undying Sacrifice

The Undying’s Loss

THE GHOSTS OF THE PAST [ ☁︎ ↯ ]

The Straws of Fate

#writing fanfic #bdudette writes one piece #one piece x you #one piece x female reader #one piece x reader #pirates #marines #warlords #tutelage #the ghosts of the past #devil fruits

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astariondiaries · 3 months

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🥀 angst | ☁️ fluff | ✨ faves | 🔥 smut

🪐 already on notes | 🍂 to be read

Astarion 2

By littleenglishfangirl

I am not who I was 🍂 - Fragile Astarion

Goodnight, my love ☁️ - Astarion wants to go to bed, Tav is not quite on his side. He decides they need a bit of persuasion.

By leahsficemporium

Without Much Spoken 🍂 - During one night of your groups travels together, Astarion enters the room to find you overwhelmed and crying. Acting before thinking it through, Astarion comforts you.

By astarioffsimpmain

Consternation 🍂 - Astarion realizes that Cazador is no longer his worst fear

By newtabfics

The first time you held him ☁️

By charmandabear

Ascendn't 🍂 - I got mad when the game wouldn't let me hug him after the Cazador fight. So I fixed it. Plus a bit more steaminess in the graveyard scene.

By lets-just-daydream

I loved you first ☁🥀🍂 one | two | three | four | five | six - Your parents are making you marry Cazador because you're a lady and have no rights to an estate but you have a good dowry or whatever. But of course you're going to fall in love with our favourite vampire instead!

By justporo

fluffy headcanons 🍂

Astarion and cuddles ☁

Protective Astarion ☁️

First in my heart 🥀☁️✨ - when halsin tells tav he wants her (and Astarion) but you're in a relationship with Astarion so when you go talk to him about it he asks "But answer me one thing, this isn't because haven't.... you know... in a while"

At a point in time ☁️✨

Like a cat in the afternoon sun 🍂

Passionate kisses 🍂

Gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing 🍂

Ruffling Astarion's hair ☁

From the Touch of Gentle Fingers 🍂 - Astarion and Tav sharing a tender, vulnerable moment worrying what the future might hold.

The Push and the Pull 🍂 - Astarion and Tav having a heart to heart.

Dew Drops 🍂 - After Astarion has become free, he takes a moment to reflect and do something he'd never thought possible...

Affirmations 🍂 - the kisser proving the kissee that they don’t care who’s watching and that they’re proud to be with them

Evening Rituals 🍂

Silence ☁

By bakuliwrites

Just to be held 🥀☁✨ - Astarion and Tav share a quiet, peaceful moment together along their journey. Astarion learns that he is valued and loved.

By chervbs

undying devotion 🥀☁️✨ - you have a very limited time to free everyone, including duke ravenguard, from the iron throne. It seems easy enough until you realize you may not make it out before gortash destroys the entire prison, and you along with it.

By emofrogboy79

A Decadent Bath 🥀☁✨ - Inspired by the “cried (/pos) during a non-sexual bath with gf” reddit post

By bitesizedgremlin

Astarion and getting patched up and taken care of ☁️🥀

Advances ☁🥀✨ - Astarion with a reader that accepts his advances but doesn’t seek him out because they know that he’s only doing so for protection/convenience

First dibs ☁️✨ - maybe the reader always let's him have first dibs on whatever they find or even gets him new clothes.

By leighsartwork216

You hate me 🍂

The Sound of Being Loved ☁️ - some hurt/comfort, talk about The Scar™️

By lixlikes

You will know no greater peace ☁ - Comforting Astarion when he begins to disassociate during sex

By meowmeowism

Doing your hair 🍂

By theelfsongbard

Astarion has a Nightmare Drabble 🥀☁️ - based on a prompt where Astarion slips into a proper sleep when Tav strokes his hair instead of going into an elven trance.

By bdudette

Tender love ☁️🥀✨ - You hold such a strong, infatuated and gentle love for him. And you always loved showing it to him with a gentle and non-sexual intimacy. Astarion really can’t have enough of it.

By lendeah

Astarion has a nightmare in the Underdark. 🥀☁️✨

Three times you take care of Astarion and one time he takes care of you 🍂

By promtease

Astarion loves to take baths with you. 🍂

Clingy Astarion ☁✨

By master-of-junk

Touch starved ☁️

By xemdead

Aftercare ☁✨

By theobsessivesideblog

Trust Issues ☁🥀✨ - An anxious Astarion falls back into old patterns of behavior.

Hook Where it Hurts ☁️🥀✨ - Astarion finds himself Experiencing Emotions™ after a battle takes a turn for the worse.

By aurasyn

Open 🔥

By justanerdy-gal

"Do You Resent Me?" 🍂 - In which Tav wonders whether Astarion resents her for convincing him to choose to reject the Black Mass ritual and not Ascend.

By baldursgrave69

Nose kisses 🍂

Others

#mine

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floating-mid-air · 4 months

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Chapter 16 is Out!

@mythicalbinicorn

@killtherandomness

@aurorab014

@cosmicstars13

@bitchyzombienacho

@librarianafterdark

@pristella-m

@bugsysworld

@bdudette

@mompt2

#tag list

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milshelbsrequests · 2 years

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can someone please tell me how the hell I can leave comments on a different blog 😭

for some reason I’m only getting the option to leave comments on my main blog but it doesn’t let me comment on posts from this blog

until I get that figured out—— @bdudette, my bad I thought you meant a in general tag list for every post 😆 I’ll be sure to add you to the lucaXshelbysister one

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bdudette · 1 day

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ONE PIECE

|| MASTERLIST ||

I decided to make a MASTERLIST for One Piece all by itself as well. Gosh — I love them all.

If y’all want me to write another pirate crew as well, lemme know and I will check them out

|| SERIES WITH ALL CHARACTERS INCLUSION ||•

PIRATES

Straw Hats Crew

The Whitebeard’s Crew

The Red Hair Crew

The Hearts Crew

The Clown Pirates

The Kid Pirates

The Barto Club

REBELS

MARINES

CP’s

WARLORDS

LAND OF WANO

WATER 7

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sith-qween · 3 months

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Come, Let Us Teach You

Fandom: DBZ

Pairings: Reader x Vegeta, Reader x Nappa, Reader x Raditz

Words: 3.6K

Rating: M

Warnings: Sayian Reader, Mating Cycles/Heats, Ginyu Force, Dark Frieza, Shower Sex

Tags: @bdudette

The next few days seemed to go by without much notice. You three had fallen into a routine where you all kinda moved together. Not on purpose, it just kind of happened that way. You would stumble into one of them in the morning before you would go and join the others in the dining hall. Then you had gotten into some more training, advancing what you were learning. Much to your pleasure, you’d been advancing well and they weren’t looking down on you nearly as much as when you first met.

However as the days passed, things started to spread out. Vegeta was busy with stuff, and was often missing from the group. It was quiet, and you found it peaceful. You were finally able to take a step back from it all and take a deep breath and just relax.

The halls were busy with the normal traffic. There were no big missions currently, so most of the men on the ship were just kicking back and relaxing - slacking really. Those with some brains, were keeping busy and training or maintaining their gear, getting ready for the next mission. Today was another day without the prince, instead you were making your way down the hall with Raditz.

“Nappa is in the training room. I’m going to head to my room and lay down for a bit. It’s not everyday we get this much time to ourselves, I know I could use a nap.” he muttered absentmindedly to you as the pair of you made your way down the corridor.

“I suppose I could join Nappa and train a bit. I am still playing catch up after all.” you muttered, nonchalantly shrugging.

“You’re not doing too bad, got a way to go - but you’ve come a long way. Besides I gotta admire the choice to work over sleep.” he chuckled as his movements slowed as you approached the doors to the training room. “Go kick his butt, wanna hear all the details later.” he laughed.

Eyes rolling at his comment you couldn’t help but smile. It was a joke, but even so it was getting closer to them admitting you could stand your ground against them, and that caused your pride to flare. Maybe this was some silly saiyan thing, and if it was that just made it all the better.

“Yeah, and when I do I’ll make sure to pass the blame to you so you can deal with a grumpy Nappa later.” you snickered before turning to punch in the code. “Have a good nap, Raditz - be careful not to drool too much.”

To that you got something akin to a grumble as he turned and headed off, leaving you to your own devices for now. A smirk on your lips you stepped into the large room before you. The familiar smells welcoming you along with the soft grunts of the eldest working on his own training.

As the door hissed shut behind you, it was a couple of steps before you were in view of the other. Leaning against the wall while he finished his set, your eyes watched him as he moved. He was definitely the best built out of all of you, and with how much time he spent training it was easy to see why. Twisting he landed kicks and punches to the dummy, causing it to flex and return to attention, only for the process to be repeated again and again.

A few minutes went by like that, just peace as he finished up. Finally he grabbed the dummy he had been striking to steady it. His chest heaving to catch his breath, sweat rolling down from his temple.

“Did you come here just to watch me train? I’m so flattered.” he smirked, letting his eyes fall on you. They were soft and joking, but you knew that wasn’t all they held, it never was with him. This was something you had come to expect, nothing innocent ever left his lips. No matter how inappropriate the situation was. However you let your eyes meet his for a moment and you shrugged,

“Vegeta is busy, Raditz wanted to have a nap, and I figured training wouldn’t be all that bad. I just didn’t want to interrupt your set, so don’t flatter yourself too much.” The response came with a nonchalant shrug, eyes never leaving one anothers. There was a pregnant pause between the two of youI. The eldest gave a small nod and straightened himself out. His eyes are not shy about taking in your lax pose against the wall.

“So you didn’t want to take a nap with Raditz there? Well I guess we should do some training and make this time worthwhile, don’t you agree?” He started, his words being chosen carefully. However you didn’t miss the gleam in his eyes that practically spelled trouble. Keeping a collected expression you merely nodded in agreement.

“What exactly did you have in mind? Basics, working on targets and forms?” you drawled, pushing yourself from the wall, letting your eyes return to the bag that had formerly been taking a beating. Taking careful steps towards the object in question you glanced over at the hulking man.

With the lingering hints of the heat, you had been careful. Keeping it in line has been easy with all of the stress weighing down on you these past few days. However, now that everything was relaxed, you could feel the itch. That quiet hum demanding attention that you had been so kind as to ignore. Few days ago when you were here with Nappa, you had been left with some rather interesting thoughts. Not that you would ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

As your eyes lifted to meet with his, the faux innocence had been dropped and he was cautiously watching you, taking in everything unfolding. His body was tense, anything to keep himself from leaving that spot and giving up any chance he might be given. After taking this in you felt a smirk curl your lips. These boys were a lot more tame than they would ever let anyone else see.

The distance between the pair of you had closed considerably as your hand rested on the bag. Tail unravelled from around your waist, you let it dance behind you, pulling his gaze towards the motion, pulling the attention to your body subtly.

“Well, Nappa. I need some kind of answer. If you don’t have anything in mind, I am sure Raditz wouldn’t mind if I joined him for a nap..” the taunt rolled from your lips. The very promise hanging in the air, devoid of anything innocent. The very mention had his face twisted into displeasure at the very thought and it was enough to get his body moving as he closed the gap between the both of you.

“Why settle for that low class saiyan when I’m right here,” he practically growled out. The primal nature of his tone sent a jolt up your spine as he towered over your smaller form. It took him all of three strides to have you backed up into the wall behind you. His arms caged you in as your hands came up to the guarded chest.

“I had no idea you were so easily jealous,” you purred, tail waving lazily in the joy of this information. The taunt caused the man to grin darkly at you,

“You really like to push all the wrong buttons, don’t you, [Y/N]?” his voice dropped lower as he shook his head. Without warning he pressed his body along yours, trapping you between him and the wall, causing a pleasant sound to drip from your throat. You could almost guarantee you would regret this later, but right now this was exactly what you wanted and you weren’t about to let it slip away.

“Well someone needs to be pushing them,” the harsh sounds of your voice reaching his ear while the rolling of your hips drew a sharp growl from him.

“Strip.” he demanded, all rational thought be damned. If either of them got after him he could honestly say you came onto him, and he would be damned if he gave up this chance.

His words sent a shiver along your spine as he pulled away enough for you to move before the gear came off swiftly. Tossing it to the side, the spandex joined it shortly. As you edged the boots from your feet, you could see Nappa dropping his own gear, leaving only the dark spandex to hug his waist. And you could trust that it left very little to the imagination. It was no secret that you were checking him out shamelessly.

Your eyes met for but a mere moment before you had dropped to your knees before him, fingers clawing at the fabric hiding exactly what you wanted. The dainty spandex hardly lasted a moment longer as your knees met the ground, his very pride and joy springing lively from its confinement. It didn’t take much for the instincts to switch when left to their own devices, and it was free game.

His cock was bared for only a moment before your fingers curled around it, giving it a long, slow stroke. Your eyes flicking up to watch his expression through your lashes. It was amazing how easy it was to cause such a wild man to come undone with a flick of your wrist. Something about the way his breathing hitched in his chest, as if he was expecting you to turn and leave him hanging - only to be left pleasantly incorrect. The sheer power you held caused a shiver to run along your spine.

You didn’t have the patience to lead him by a string, you were going to be completely selfish, and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t be complaining too loudly. With one more long stroke that seemed to last eternity to you both, you wasted no time in letting your lips wrap around him.

His musky taste hit your tongue instantly as your tongue danced around the heavy member that rested in your mouth. Everything about this man was big and impressive. He was definitely gifted with size and girth, there was no doubt about that, and it thrilled you to the core. Wanting nothing more then to hear the man cave in to your touches, lips pressed tiger to his member, causing him to groan as you sucked hard. That sound didn things to you that you would never admit.

Rough hands came down to your head, pressing against your skull, he tangled his large fingers in your hair, tugging slightly in the process. The motion caused you to groan slightly, something that definitely didn’t go unnoticed. A smug expression took over his face as he gripped your head and pushed you further into his crotch. The sweat from his training was strong and urged you on more. Bobbing your head along his size, your hands came to fondle with the heavy balls that hung between his legs.

Hot and messy, you were on a mission and you weren’t stopping until he gave you everything. Taking the bottom of his shaft into your hand you stroked it vigorously, leaving the tip pressed to your lips. Sucking the lip and letting your tongue flick around the tip, you could hear his breathing deepen considerably. He was losing himself and you wanted to watch him come undone at your fingertips.

Finally he roughly pulled your head back by your hair. A loud popping sound pulled your attention up from your work to the dark hazy eyes that watched you, the heat from them was enough to make you shiver. His eyes were whispering such sinfully sweet promises, and you were going to be damn sure they would be delivered.

Nappa’s chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths, eyes dark and wild; you waited for him to make a move. He hadn’t finished, and you were far from done with him so he had better have a good reason for stopping you so abruptly. Your own eyes wild with desire as the other's face started to turn up in a devious grin. His deep chuckle reverberated through your bones as he took your chin in his hand as he guided you to your feet before promptly stealing those swollen lips.

There was no hesitation, you followed him with no resistance and pressed back into him, a groan escaping your lips as his hands found their way to your slender body. His rough hands found their way up your curves with ease, fondling your breast with one hand, the other travelled lower. There was no teasing, no taunting. He had his chance and he wasn’t about to waste it. The underwear was no match as he easily pulled it aside, his fingers entering you with ease.

Nails flexed into the heavy muscle your hands rested on, the feeling was so pleasantly welcome to your overheating body. Everything was so much more sinfully sweet as he wasted no time pumping in and out of you met with no resistance. Vegeta had done his job, and maybe if that was enough you would be good - but your body decided when it was done not the pleasure. Everything itched, you couldn’t stand it anymore.

Your eyes meeting his was the only warning he got before you sprung; arms wrapping around his thick neck and your legs coming up to hug his waist. His arms pulled from their work in order to brace your weight on him, nails now digging into the nap of his neck you learned into his ear and practically hissed, “get on with it before I change my mind.”

This sparked exactly what you needed. The man nearly growled with desire as he wasted no further time in lining himself up with your entrance before he buried himself to the hilt. It was such a sudden intrusion, but it was everything you wanted and more. Your teeth met the softer part of his neck as the hiss escaped from your lips. His laugh was all you got in response to the attack of him as he made quick work in closing the distance with the wall.

Pressing your back against the cold metal caused your back to arch, trying to flee the stinging chill along your spine. This pressed your chest closer to the man in question, and he welcomed the bared chest to him, happily taking one of your breasts in his mouth, tongue flicking over the peaky nipple that stood at attention. You could feel him everywhere at once and he was holding back, so you took things into your own hands. Rolling your hips against the man caused a guttural groan to escape, a hot breath of your own to follow.

Those rough hands came to your hips now that the wall supported most of your weight and he flashed you a cocky grin before he pounded into you ruthlessly. You knew it had to have been a while for the large man, always busy with the other two, and now fighting off instincts - it must have been hard, pun intended. However all that mattered now was that he gave you everything he had, that he put out the fire that danced along your skin.

No words were shared between either of you. The only sound was skin against skin, and heavy breaths of desire that hung heavy in the air. There was nothing else that mattered but reaching your peaks by any means. With blistering red lines forming on Nappa’s arms, you had deep pink marks forming on your hips. The hulking man was not holding back anything and your hips rolled back to meet his own, having you see stars.

A heavy moan fell from swollen lips as you continued to roll your hips to meet his own harsh trusts. You were climbing closer and closer to climax and you would be damned if anything tried to hold you back.

His rhythm started to falter and you couldn’t help the burning instincts that demanded to be noticed. Your body clung closer to him as your own climax started to wash over your smaller form. The shivers run through your body enough to push him over the edge as well. HIs hips stuttered as he came, his cock buried deep within you. Everything felt right and your teeth lazily buried themselves into the older man's flesh, relishing in the moment.

His breathing was heavy as he finally managed to pull his torso from your grasp long enough to look down at the mess you had become. Everything he longed and missed around his home, the pure carnal desires that took over and how easy it was. Sayians didn’t do the whole love thing, just mate and move on. However he could see how some could form that bond with another.

However you had no idea what was going on in his mind as he caught his breath for a moment. Wiggling your hips he hissed in protest as his half hard dick fell from your body. Eyes gleaming, your legs found their way to the ground before you ducked from his grasp. You weren’t about to hang around and wait for more lectures, or for him to take his leave like the Prince. Instead you just spun on your bare heels and headed towards the showers, tail waving lazily behind you.

“You want to stay a mess, or will you join me?” you jeered over your shoulder before returning to your mission. The baffled man was left in his stupor as you found a wide stall, turning the hot water on without another thought. Either he joined you and you kept the upper hand, or he didn’t and you got a chance to clean up and call it a day. Either way it seemed like a win-win situation for you.

Standing under the water you managed to get a look at yourself for the first time in a while. The bruises from Nappa would surely start forming soon, and the small cuts from Vegeta’s nails were already painting your hips. However this was much more slightly than the dark bruising that Frieza had left you with, that's for sure. However the sound of rushing water was enough to mask the sounds of your visitor.

The hands that found your hips made short work of sneaking around to caress your stomach before leaving a phantom trail up to your throat. The rough hand was large and easily covered most of your throat, pulling you back so that your body was flush with his. You could already feel him ready to go again and ground your ass against him.

“You are insatiable [y/n}, how have you managed to hold back for so long?” the man growled as you continued to tease him. Hipe gyrating you didn’t give him a reply, instead your hands reached between your legs to take his heavy member in your hands, rubbing the tip along your folds, letting a breath escape as he hissed.

The warm water did nothing but help mask some of the sinfully heated sounds that fell from the pair of you. Having enough you lined him up to your entrance and guided his heavy member into you. A pleasant groan met his girth as he filled you up again. He was huge and stretched you in ways you never knew you wanted. Pulling himself from you slowly he left only the tip in before he slammed his way back in. The force of his thrust causes your arms to come up to quickly brace yourself against the shower stall.

A cry escapes as your body falls forward, his hand coming up to your soaked hair to pull it back. Until now the men had let you have the control in the situation, probably in fear of losing their chance, but now Nappa was confident he had what he wanted. You weren’t sure if you were feeling shame for the sudden treatment, or if it was only serving to further arouse you.

Try as you might, he had you where he wanted you, you couldn’t do much more than just brace yourself and try not to bang your head as he railed into you from behind. The acoustics of the room let the heavy pants that fell from your lips to reverberate back to you, causing a shiver to claw its way down your spine. It was an easy rhythm as he used you, chasing his own pleasure, his free hand playing with your cheeks admiring the view as your tail found his wrist, anything to ground you in the moment.

However this action only seemed to spur him on as he picked up the pace, coming to his second climax shortly after. The feeling of him emptying himself inside of you was more than enough to cause your own legs to tremble under his hold. Everything sparked and pricked under your skin as everything started to come down.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, the two of you slowly untangled yourselves and moved to rinse off in the water. You were absolutely unsure what to say now, you definitely weren't about to thank him for railing you into any wall he found, but you definitely were upset. The fire under your skin was starting to subside and that was all that really mattered. All this was, was blowing off some steam, and you weren’t about to let it get to his head either. Making haste to clean up well you ducked out and found your gear and towels and decided you weren’t about to give him the chance to find some smart remarks - so you headed straight back to your room without even glancing back.

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