#mmmm smells like enemies to lovers

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Short Prompt #10

Notes: This can work as a standalone or a part 2 to this. You choose!

TW: Bruises mention, blood mention, bone breaking mention, illegal activity mention

"There," Hero says, a sort of finality to their tone as they brush the makeup over the last of the bruises on Villain's face.

The criminal's gaze wanders over to their reflection in the mirror, eyes widening as they take note of their now untainted face, as if the scratches previously marring their visage had never been.

The hero chuckles, sharp eyes glinting with amusement. The villain is awfully adorable like that. They resemble a confused kitten as they register their own appearance and the formal attire, in a striking shade of dark green, all about style and nothing about functionality. Replacing their usual bland, practical costume. Even if they were naturally good-looking, they were usually somewhat dishevelled. It suited them, in a way, but it was very different from their current state and completely unsuitable for a gala hosted by the mayor.

"You look ravishing, doll," the crime-fighter purrs lazily, warranting a flustered blush rapisly spreading like wildfire across the villain's face and neck. "Let's go, we've got a mission to complete."

Villain nods at them, letting the Hero take their hand, feeling their face burn and desperately praying that the hero wouldn't notice how strikingly their face was flushed.

Foolish hope because Hero notices everything, and it is among one of their favourite activities to make it so cruelly obvious to the villain, letting the corner of their lip curve upwards with a lopsided smirk as they lead them to where all the guests were gathered.

If the crime-stopper isn't buttering them up too much, and Villain actually looks as attractive as their careless flattery describes, it doesn't mean at all that they can actually replicate the part, that their acting would fit the part. Maybe if the objective had been sit still, look pretty, the villain's nerves might've been calmer.

Villain had learned that Hero's real identity was that of a wealthy, young civilian. A fact that felt strangely intimate to know. They were here to procure a piece of paper from the mayor's office; some document that convicted him of striking an illegal deal.

"Oh hello, darling! You look wonderful!" a middle-aged woman in a wine red dress croons excitedly at Hero.

"And you're stunning as always," the crime-fighter replies smoothly, flashing her a million dollar smile. From whatever strange firsthand experience, the villain could tell it was completely fake. Though, in a place where the air reeked of superficiality as much as it did of ridiculously expensive fragrances, they're pretty sure it wouldn't crumble under scrutiny.

"Hmm, and who is that?"

Still letting that dazzling smile dance across their face, their enemy-turned-date brings their hand up to their lips, pressing a soft kiss into the villain's knuckles. "This is my partner, Villain Civillian Name."

"Lovely," the woman attests, though the icy edge to the sugar-sweet tone unmasks how unimpressed she is with Villain.

They were definitely not rich nor famous as VCN, but it brings them solace to know that if she knew who they really were, she wouldn't dare be so dismissive of them.

"Would love to stay and chat, but I've got some rather important matters to attend to, so see you later."

They wrap their arm around Villain's waist, pressing a kiss into their hair, almost as though they are trying to annoy that guest on purpose.

"Alright, sweetness. Your turn to shine. You're going to distract the mayor. Talk to him, keep him interested until I'm done. And you will make great work of it," they whisper, tone still silky, but it held a promise of danger, reminding the villain that this hero pretending to be hopelessly in love with them can still break bones and leave their enemies drowning in their own blood.

Villain nods at them, changing their half-nervous walk into what they hope is a confident saunter, making their way towards the mayor. They take in a deep breath, trying for some calm. They have a million and one cards to play, and they desperately hope they choose the right one.

"Mr Mayor! It's so wonderful to finally see you in person!"

An old, balding man with an impossibly thick moustache turns their way. "Ah, and who might you be?"

"I'm VCN, Hero Civillian Name's partner. And sir, I do hope this isn't too annoying, but I would love if you'd share even just a hint of how you managed to run so many successful businesses while balancing being the mayor!" They flash them a bright grin, eyes wide with well-feigned excitement.

Judging by the grin on the man's lips and the awfully proud, "Certainly," he gives, Villain had made the right choice. Flattery was any egotistical person's kryptonite. Any chance they got to talk about themselves, they jumped at immediately.

And so, the villain gets stuck being tormented by the man's incessant chattering, nodding and smiling through it all, until they feel a light tap on their shoulder. Their saviour.

Shaking his hand warmly, the hero beams at Mayor, eyes devoid of any trace of malice. "Ah, I see you've met my lover. Mind if I borrow them, sir?" they quip.

"Sure, HCN!"

"Well done, love," they congratulate them once they are far away from the mayor. "Things went as smooth as ever. The bumbling fool kept his study unguarded. Keeps most of his papers outside his house. He thought he was so clever."

"Shouldn't we be leaving now?" They raise an eyebrow inquisitively.

"So soon? That's suspicious. So how about a dance, dove?" They extend their arm forward elegantly.

Slowly, Villain takes it, letting themselves be dipped and twirled by the hero.

It feels like magic, however fake it was meant to be. However dangerous it was to do this with their supposed sworn enemy. It takes their breath away, and between the lazy compliments, the dancing and the delicate kisses pressed to their jaw and cheekbones, at least a fraction of it must hold something beyond a perfectly executed act.

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[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Yuus Food Truck

In which Azul loses his mind over a grilled cheese.

Content stuff: short, one sided enemies to lovers, Azul being a loser, general cringe.

Posting Reqs like this for a bit until Tumblr lets us edit asks. I had a request for Enemies to Lovers with Azul, so I came up with this.

That goddamned Prefect was the bane of Azul's existence. For the past few weeks, he has been gripping his leg in absolute rage within his office as he stares at his weekly reports. Practically frothing at the mouth at the mere mention of you.

Recently, the little Ramshackle prefect has begun a new business venture. A simple food truck on campus selling only grilled cheeses for a singular madol. That's it. He found the idea a bit funny, he'll admit, but he was far from worried.

Surely after a month it would shut down, or at the very least get so few customers it wouldn't impact his business. I mean come on, how much money are you really making from selling grilled cheeses for one dollar? You must be taking a loss!

He was wrong. So so wrong.

Not only have you somehow been profiting from your little side project, but you have taken all of his customers. He is looking over his lounge, nowhere near as full as it usually is. He grits his teeth and heads back into the VIP room. The twins should be here any minute now. 

On cue, the door creaks open, and in come those rowdy twins both with their usual smirks. Azul jerks up, staring up at Jade from his desk. His hand shook ever slightly as he gripped the feather in his hand.

“Well? Did you get it?” The mer asks, gaze steely. Floyd speaks for the both of them through mouthfuls of grilled cheese.

“Mmmhmm yeah, we got you a cheese, here you go. Mmmm.” Floyd took another bite of his as he tossed the wrapped-up grilled cheese onto the desk. 

“Hey watch the merchandise– Are you eating their food?" Azul stared at both of them. Floyd stuffing his face with the one in his hand and Jade elegantly nibbling on his own. He was shocked, betrayed by his own staff. “You guys gave them more money— ugh. I would have expected this of Floyd but you too Jade?”

“The prefect saw me ordering and put some mushrooms into mine that pair well with the cheese. Free of charge as well. How thoughtful of them. I must commend their customer service.” Jade wore a shit-eating smirk on his face as he took another bite, making a show out of it. He seemed to relish in Azul's misery.

“Free of charge?” Azul was flabbergasted. Not only were their prices ridiculously low but they were adding things for free? They might as well be handing their money away at that point.

“Right? I say they should have charged Jade for all he's worth for putting those damn things on. Yuck…” Floyd wrinkled his nose as he side eyed Jade, who just continued to eat blissfully. 

He needed to figure out just what was so good about the damn things. Gloved hands carefully lifted up the wrapped delicacy with such fragility as if it would break from a gust of wind. The wrapping was done well, nice and neat as he peeled it off to reveal what was inside.

Crisped and perfectly brown buttered white bread. It glistened in the light with its heavenly beauty. The cheese was ooey and gooey and so thick that it ran down the sides. So far the presentation was beautiful, but it was pretty damn difficult to fucked up a grilled cheese. He tried to hold back this drool from the smell alone.

Carefully, he took a bite and closed his eyes. His mouth was blasted with flavor. As he savored that magical bite, a gust of wind swept through the room, causing the curtains to dance dramatically. The cheesy aroma lingered, creating an ambiance fit for a culinary masterpiece. This grilled cheese has unlocked secrets of the universe with how much it expanded his mind. This mere sandwich has him on the brink of tears

Azul has to hold his expression. He's not gonna be impressed by some measly sandwich. He's better than that. Though he thought that maybe by tasting it he could be able to figure out what your secret ingredient was, it's clear that isn't the case… This is a simple grilled cheese. He would have to go undercover to discover your cooking secrets.

***

“Heyyy Prefect!” A wry voice hums near the truck, belonging to no other than Ruggie. He knocked on the side of the window and Yuu poked out their head.

Azul watched from the distance, narrowing his eyes as he hyper-focused on the conversation. He admits the front of the Ramshackle dorms was a great location. Close to the botanical garden, close to the main building, not as far as Octavinelle either, and had most of the foot traffic. It's why he had his eye on it for a second location.

“Well if it isn't my number one customer, what can I get ya, let me guess a grilled cheese?” Of course, Ruggie would be their number one customer, which makes sense given his financial state. Figures. Maybe if he introduced a dollar menu…

“You know what Ruggie, you're cool. For you, it's 50 cents. Two for one if you will.” Ruggie pauses for a moment before smiling again. “Awe really? Sweet, can't up a deal like that shyehehehe!” The hyena cackles and you get to work. The window for the truck is fully open, allowing Azul to see in.

You aren't even hiding your cooking technique?! You're just giving all your secrets away like that?! Ohh you foolish fool… This would be easier than he thought.

He must get closer, to see what sort of fuckery is at play here. However, walking up and just watching you cook work is suspicious. As much as he hates to fund this little project… sacrifices must be made… He will have to order a grilled cheese…

Ruggie slinks off, tail wagging happily as he munches on his food. This was the perfect opportunity to approach. He stood up even straighter and approached with determination hidden poorly behind his attempt at a straight face. His scowl dared to seep through but he managed to smooth it out into his sickenly sweet facade.

“Hello, dear prefect!” He watched Yuu perk up through the window as they wiped down their workspace. They glanced over at Azul, completely unaware of his evil plot. “Heya Zuzu what can I get ya?”

Zuzu? That's awfully bold… whatever eyes on the prize… 

“I'd like one grilled cheese please if I may…” Hell yes. Smooth operator. He's so good at this.

“Mkay, coming right up.” Azul leans in closer as you get to work, memorizing everything you do… You just make a grilled cheese… Nothing special. It's just simple bread and cheese you cook in butter. How the hell? Was it the oven perhaps? Did you somehow know of his intentions and we're trying to conceal it?? Ugh, whatever maybe he can sucker you into another deal.

“... You know Prefect, if you just raised the price a bit you'd be bringing in more profits.” 

You shrugged as you pressed down your creation with your spatula to make it sizzle more. “Yeah, I know how money works.” Azul paused and blinked.

“So why don't you do it?” You shrug again. “It's funny.” Azul was perplexed, bamboozled, perhaps even smeckledorfed perchance. You were doing this for fun?! Starting a business for fun. Not for profit which would be beneficial given your situation, but for fun.

“Fun? Really? But prefect– wouldn't you– shouldn't you consider raising the prices even slightly? I mean after all Crowley hasn't been paying you well and if anything—”

“I should shoot you for the mere suggestion of raising the grilled cheese prices. The price is firm. It's never going up even by a cent. Hell, I'm so offended I may lower it.” You pulled the cheese off the grill and started to pack it up, swaddling it with such delicacy and love reserved for newborns.

Azul's mouth hung open for a bit before closing it. “Are you serious? Prefect— Yuu at this point I'm not even mad about the competition I'm– hrk!”  

“You need to relax a little Azul, for your own sake.” You shoved the grilled cheese out the window a bit more forcefully than you intended, making the unwrapped part hit Azul's glasses. The melty butter left grease marks on them, and through the blurriness, he could see your expression. His heart skipped a beat and sucked in a breath. Oh no.

He was in love.

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[poorwritingandstalecoffee]

Hello darling, I would love to send a request to you. If possible, would you be able to do a LarissaxReader fic where the reader is a werewolf(similar to those in twilight). Reader protects Larissa from either the Hyde or another monster but gets injured, leading to Larissa getting to care for them. Would love to see your take on this, also your ghost of you fic was simply amazing. Hope to read more from you soon

I love this idea!! While writing, I kind of spiraled into an inspiration hole and wrote more than I intended, so I'm splitting this up into two parts. Here is the first part; consider it like a prequel to what is about to happen to reader with the Hyde.

blood and bones

TW: gore, blood, murder, body parts talk

Rating: 16+

It was like flying—running in your wolf form. Your paws barely touch the ground as muscles coil and release relentlessly to send you hurtling through the air. Some werewolves even relate the feeling to free-falling, only on the ground. Once you reach a certain pace, your body becomes a weightless heap of blood and bones soaring in the air. Your stomach lifts and your heart pumps overtime in adrenaline while the wind around you becomes an overwhelming mixture of air particles and gravity. Your speed becomes your enemy and your lover all at once, and it's a dance of death to stop yourself from careening into your demise. It's addictive; the greatest and deadliest feeling werewolves can ever feel within a mere second.

**

You didn't understand how you were led to this moment; it's not like anyone ever tells you how dying will feel or even what to expect. It's nearly painless, and you almost miss it by the sheer spontaneity and speed it occurs. But then again, you always did feel like your body was racing through life in one ginormous free fall, and only one person was ever able to catch you.

She stole the breath right out from your burning lungs and breathed it right back into you in the same instance. It drew you to her and still knocks you to your knees—her ability to shock and calm you within a single exhale.

You just hope it's enough—your speed, power, exertion, strength, and your complete love and adoration for her—that you are enough to save her. To pull her back from the brink of death and send you soaring in to take her place.

**

When Wednesday tells you Thornhill is the Hyde’s master, the air grows cold for the rest of the night. Possibly indicating the dangerous, looming actions that would occur that night, but you didn't have time to read into it.

Immediately you brought her and the news to Larissa’s attention. Together you two convinced her to use her shapeshifting ability to help deceive Marilyn Laurel into giving herself away. It worked like a charm; she almost too easily maneuvered to Wednesday’s strings of taunting manipulation. So in a way, you were expecting her to do something, just trying to jam a needle into Larissa’s neck wasn't what you had in mind.

Due to your werewolf abilities, you picked up on her moves quicker. Something was about to happen, and one of three would die, but not by her hand if you had a say in the matter. Your ears twitched at the sound of the poisonous liquid sloshing in the needle, and the smell of a sickly bitter toxin filled your nose. The second you caught a glimmer of glass reflecting in her hand, your eyes saw red, and your muscles instinctively reacted, propelling you forward in front of Larissa. A strong hand shot out and caught Thornhill’s, and using your strength, you crushed the carpal bones and snapped the ends of her radius and ulna. Her wrist bent backward at a gruesome angle, and the needle went flying before crashing into the wall behind her.

Her pained-filled scream echoed in the room, and you couldn't deny savoring the sound before imagining your hands ripping her arms from the shoulder sockets so she could never harm another soul again. “Mmmm, what will it be?” Your musings turned into growls as you stalked towards her, the broken wrist clamped in your hand to prevent her escape.

Larissa gaped at you in horror or wonder; you couldn't tell. Wednesday, however, smirked devilishly at you, no doubt congratulating herself for predicting your actions and you matching her expectations. Her eyes turned toward Laurel with calm, cold, deadly intent. “Your schemes are over, Laurel, the dead will remain where they are, and you might just greet them in your grave.”

“No! Wednesday, she must be handed to the authorities and incarcerated for her crimes. She will not escape the consequences of her heinous actions with death.” Larissa moved to stand between the girl and Laurel, admittedly putting her closer to you and your murderous yet protective frame.

As her eyes swept over your guarded stance, tensed arms, and sharp eyes, she surprised herself at feeling safer and somewhat at ease near you. Granted, you placed yourself directly in the line of fire to protect her from Thornhill. That and your protective, shielding nature directed toward her brought up fresh feelings she has been working on burying for weeks to no avail.

“Oh, believe me, she will have what she is due from my hands. Neither death nor jail bars would suffice to what she will rightly feel from me.” You replied to Larissa, chuckling darkly with a feral growl. Laurel’s terrified gasp had you inching towards her, black claws extending.

A soft, firm hand on your bicep stopped you, and Larissa’s voice urged you to look at her. “Y/n,” she shook her head, a grim look on her face, and it almost made you feel guilty enough to back off, almost. “Despite what she had done…you can’t. It would only solidify the normie’s image of us as dangerous.”

You moved in front of her, mere inches from her face. Ignoring the cry of pain from Thornhill, you whispered intently, “She is dangerous. Think of what she has done to countless outcast students and normies, to YOU!” Your eyes darkened, and Larissa blushed slightly from their intensity. “You want justice? Metal bars will do nothing but buy her time to enact more bloodshed against innocents Larissa. Do you want her to pay and remember it? To feel it and regret it? Leave her to my teeth and claws. She tried to kill our students. She tried to kill you, and I will paint the walls of this room with her blood and play a symphony of her screams to echo among our Academy halls. She will feel my pain even in death, and her demise will remind normies NEVER to cross outcasts again.”

Larissa was shaking in her heels and could feel the heat blooming on her cheeks and between her thighs at watching you defend her and the students with merciless fury. Watching you willingly go as far as to create death for her and the students' salvation was only pulling her further in. Your protection was powerful and hot, and she couldn't deny how much she loved it, craved it.

Whispering deadly, “I will not stand by while she hurts those I love. Take Wednesday and evacuate the students to the hidden library. There's a Hyde on the loose, and I will not rest until every one of us is safe. I'll meet you there once I'm finished.”

Your words and intense look nearly had her in a trance. Looking from your lips to your dark eyes, Larissa wondered if you had always been this attractive because, holy shit. Your claws grazing her jaw snapped her out of it, and she subtly shook off the daze before looking back to you and then to Laurel. Watching her body quivering in fear under your grip and staring into her eyes, Larissa tried to see if there was truth in your words. She saw something flicker behind that layer of instinctual terror—unhinged anger. The kind of rage that could not be quelled by chains but has to be snuffed out by death.

She set her jaw at seeing Thornhill’s insanity and turned to you, nodding. “Okay.” She pointed a finger at you, momentarily shocking you at the action and the concern in her tone. “If you're not back at the statue by the time I'm done, I will look for you. Lose your pride for a second and realize the Hyde is stronger than you, Y/n. You cannot defeat it on your own.”

You saw the worry spreading across her face quickly and reached to rub her cheek gently. “I know; I'll be right next to you the second you turn looking for me.”

“Good,” Larissa sighed shakily before turning to Wednesday.

“I’m not going; I want to see this,” the girl said while crossing her arms, a devious smirk in place.

“No, you are not, and we are not discussing it.” Larissa declared before adding, “you're still a Nevermore student, and I will not allow you to become bait for a monster. Now move!” She glared at her, effectively stopping the oncoming argument, and walked her out the door.

Larissa spared a final glance at you and Thornhill, anticipating what she was about to hear with dread before shutting the door.

With a low, menacingly growl, you turned to the redhead, lips curling in a snarling smirk and eyes glowing in the darkening room. As your fangs descended, you taunted her, “I can think of seven ways to rip your limbs from your body, draw blood from your skin, rip muscle from bone, snap, crush, and split those bones, and draw every anguished scream from your throat before you die.”

You snatched her throat in your other hand and brought her close to your face so she could see your own murderous, enraged insanity swirling in your eyes. You growled into her face, and she grew colder from horror despite your hot breath blasting her face. “Shall we test my theory, Laurel?”

As Larissa hurried Wednesday and the other students through the halls and toward the hidden library, she heard the first of many screams ring out from the greenhouse. They were filled with pure, unhinged, animalistic terror and pain, filled with the deepest depths of human anguish and fear known to humanity. Larissa didn't know if she loved or was terrified by them. Probably both.

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[thefamilybruno]

The Prince and the Peasant - Chapter 17/20 - The Strangest Town in France

Summary:

Adam Alexandre Alsace du Maurier lives in a shining castle in France’s countryside. When an old beggar woman comes to Adam’s castle seeking shelter from a winter storm, he turns her away, cold and indifferent to her suffering. After she transforms into a beautiful Enchantress, she strips away Adam’s title and wealth, cursing him to live as a peasant with the hope that he will learn the value of community and kindness.

In a daze, Adam wanders through the woods, the memory of his encounter with the magical woman cloudy and fragmented. When Adam stumbles into a nearby tavern, Gaston Legume, a respected member of the community, offers to take Adam into his home, both to uphold his stellar reputation and to impress the woman he wants to marry.

Life in the village proves to be more difficult than Adam had expected and having a supposed nobleman as a roommate stretches Gaston’s patience to its limits. Through many conflicts and arguments, Gaston and Adam's relationship transforms, first into friendship, and then into something more.

But one night, a shimmering rose blossoms to life in Adam’s mind, and as winter turns to spring, its petals begin to fall, leading Adam to wonder: what will happen once it wilts?

Rating: E

Pairing: Gaston/Adam

Tags (sampling): Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Roommates, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Character Development, Flirting, Fluff and Smut

AH! They've become so sweet together!

click below for excerpt :)

Gaston tip-toed his fingers up Adam’s naked bicep, causing him to squirm. Adam hummed contentedly as goosebumps pebbled over his skin. Gaston pushed himself up on his elbow so that he could kiss them. He could taste the hard work - the salty sweetness of sweat lingering on Adam’s skin. After a few kisses, Gaston surrendered to the weird and powerful urge to lick it clean, swiping his tongue over Adam’s shoulder. Adam chuckled and threaded his fingers into Gaston’s hair.

“What are you doing?” Adam asked.

“I love the way you taste,” Gaston said before kissing Adam’s shoulder once more.

“I haven’t even washed up. I’m all sweaty from repairing the tavern.”

“Exactly,” Gaston growled as he moved to kiss Adam’s neck.

Adam laughed some more. “Gross.”

“You smell nice too.”

“I smell terrible.”

“Nope.” Gaston kept kissing Adam's neck. “You smell incredible,” he said before licking Adam's stubbly skin, which made Adam laugh. “What about you, prince? Do you like the way I smell?”

“I have to,” Adam answered. “Your musk clings to all of that body hair of yours.” He ran a hand over Gaston’s chest. “Mmmm…I love it. You’re like a rug,” Adam teased, which prompted Gaston to bite Adam’s neck. “Ow!” Adam exclaimed. “That was a compliment!”

Gaston moved to kiss Adam’s jaw. “You were teasing me. Not nice, prince.”

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[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

Hi August! 🥰 For the GO ask game: 6 and 11?

ill be honest with you all i queued that post in the middle of the night (for me) to answer these in the morning but Well. you can see how that went ANYWAYS HI MARI !

who is your favorite side character?

i mean idk if anathema is a side character considering her importance in season 1 (not being aziraphale or crowley doesnt make you a side character i think) so a true true Side Character would be hmmmmm sandalphon. I KNOW ITS STRANGE but hear me out. he's a weird and gross (derogatory) archangel who has a large potential backing him up and it interests me. also his few lines we hear are surprisingly funny 2 me. war without war. his gross smile. something smells...Evil. THE SOUND OF MUSIC QUOTING. sodom and gomorrah. the STOMACH PUNCH (not in a good way, i do hate him for this). yeah, thats really it. i dont like him much at all actually, he's just There and he makes me Imagine, which is all i can ask for of a side character 🙏

what is (if you read) your favorite type of human au for good omens? (ex. coffee shop au, surgeons au, plant store au)

mmmmm i havent read too many human aus as of yet but there are some ive seen and love, like astonaut crowley/mission control aziraphale...i say truly my answer is "plant shop owner/bookshop owner" because mmmmm you can never go wrong with a good bookshop owner aziraphale. its his calling, man. theres also a delicious dynamnic there of a possible enemies 2 lovers (being rivaling shop owners on whickbur street 👀) and all, so thats WONDERFUL <3 what more can i say? but i also have to ask....does "human (but not really)" count ? im writing one of those currently and using that dynamic i just described but like. thyere Not actually human. its very complicated but they TJINK theyre human when they arent in actuality. so they live their lives believeing this before theyre forced to confront it....mmmm i dont think that counts im so sorry i just wanted to mention the one humanish au i have atm 🤧🤧 but i suppose if i were to qrite a true human au itd 100% be plant owner/bookshop owner. you can never go wrong with it 🥰🥰🥰 UGH THIS GAME IS SO GOOD AND NICE!!!!!!!! thanks for the ask ❤️❤️❤️

#ask game #good omens

[neopuppy]

My First and Last. Part 5. (M)

Preview: You have to escape your packs land after a human hunter invasion. The Lee pack becomes your new home. Only one problem, future head alpha Jeno Lee can’t stand you.

Pairing: Alpha JenoxFemale Omega Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: a/b/o AU, M/F, M/M mentioned, angst, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, numerous idols mentioned.

Warnings: tsundere Jeno, scenting, crying, dry(ish?) humping, oral(F receiving), violence, wolf form

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“What the hell am I supposed to do with you now?” You scoff shoving at the wolf trying to lick at you for the hundredth time. You get up from the cushions in front of the un-used fire place shivering, Jeno’s cabin absolutely freezing. You decide to explore moving around the small area. His living space tidy and humble, just enough for one. Jeno follows you around as you enter the short hallway leading to the only room at the end. You cautiously place a hand over the knob, throwing him a look.

“This where you sleep alpha?”

Jeno paws at the door, scratching over the wood. You turn the handle, letting him head inside first. Jeno jumps up onto the giant bed in the center of the room running around in a circle, luckily his wolf size cannot compare to the bed. He settles down with a yip spreading out onto his belly. You slowly make your way in glancing around admiring the craftsmanship that was put into building this cabin. Assuming like the alpha’s of your own pack, Jeno had built this with the help of his father once he presented. The entire room embodies Jeno, dark smoothed down wood, the smell of crisp pine heavily coating every corner.

You step over to the bed, hand grazing across the heavy thick pelt. Jeno rolls over onto his back, eyes following you.

“Probably built this frame too...alpha..” you touch over the carving along the headboard, a clear depiction of a strong alpha wolf much like Jeno. The wolf sits up and bites at your arm gently, teeth barely pinching at the skin. You groan pulling away from him to stand.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Jeno whines loudly, biting at the pelt, dragging it down. He lays back down on his back, snout nudging at the cushion. “What? You expect me to sleep in here? With you??”

Jeno whines again, gazing up at you with puppy like eyes. His paw reaches out tapping over the area along the bed he lifted the pelt off of. You shiver again, the wind blowing harder against the wooden walls. With a roll of your eyes you hoist yourself onto the cushion, sliding your feet beneath the pelt. Jeno sits up, once again mouthing at the pelt, moving it over to cover you up. You sigh, body melting under the warmth and scent drenched in your...the alpha.

“Can’t believe this..what’s my luck..” you mutter to yourself, smacking at the cushion. The enticing scent making you feel light headed. Jeno grunts laying half of his body over yours on the pelt. The warmth coming off Jeno feels too good and soothing to shove him off again. You sigh once more, eyes getting heavier trying to focus on the wolf perched on top of you. Jeno tilts his head watching over your face.

“I just don’t get it alpha..” you mumble with a yawn. “How are we going to be true mates? You don’t like me, it’s your fault I lost my family..” another yawn, Jeno lifts his head at your last words. You shut your eyes, the image of a large alpha with beautiful dark down turned eyes appearing. Your heart beats harder, letting the mysterious alpha invade your sleep.

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“Mmmm alpha.....yes..please, I want it. Ugh..” you moan out, eyes fluttering open. Jeno licks over your face, wolf nose shoving into yours. You scream out pushing him away, wiping over your soaked cheek. “Ugh! Gross!” You push the wolf away again as he nears you, moving off the bed.

“I need to..” you sniff at yourself, nose crinkling up the smell too much as if you were the alpha. “I need to rinse off, I can’t do this” you mutter to yourself running out of Jeno’s bedroom. He follows after you with a bark, you turn pointing at the ground. “Down! Stay put in here! Or else the pack will know you never went on the hunt.”

Jeno grunts pawing at the floor upset, you take in a few deep breaths kneeling down to eye level.

“..be a good boy ok? I need to eat. I’ll bring you back something too..” you reach out petting over the furry head, Jeno sighs rolling around the floor. You hold back a smile watching the scary alpha act like such a needy baby. “I’ll be back soon Jeno, if you’re good maybe I’ll surprise you with something.”

Jeno sits up and rushes at you lapping over your cheek again. You groan grabbing at his sides letting him.

“Alright pup..that’s enough.”

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“Future head alpha would never be interested in some filthy omega from another pack. Especially not the Suh pack. Who knows why that freak smells like him.” you hear the whispering from outside of the curtain where you’ve stood scrubbing harder and harder at your skin trying to remove any trace of Jeno.

“It’s all her, she got in good with the Lee omega’s. Probably doing whatever she can to seduce alpha Jeno. Little does she know he’s had his way through every single one of us. She’s nothing special.” Another sniveling voice speaks up. You bite down on your lip, rubbing aggressively at yourself until your skin burns changing color as the blood rushes up. Tears pour down your cheeks faster, suppressing sad whimpering.

“Whatever, that bitch better watch her back if she knows what’s good for her. Trash like that could never be our future head omega.” They walk out of the bathing quarters finally. You rinse away the suds, scrubbing over your reddening stinging eyes. With a quick glance around making sure no one is around, you make to run out.

“Oh!” Hands grab around your middle holding you close, a thin broad chest pressing into your face. “We have to stop running into each other like this.” A sweet familiar laugh follows. You look up, clutching onto Jungwoo’s arms.

“Jungwoo..” he smiles brightly back down to you, eyes sparkling in the daylight.

“Well, it’s good to see you up and out again.” He voices. You sigh rubbing your face against his cloth covered chest, mind and body relaxing. “Everything ok? I...wanted to make sure you weren’t upset..with me..”

“Upset?” You lift your head asking in confusion. “With you?? Why?”

“Because I...your heat..” Jungwoo slides a hand over your back rubbing up and down soothingly. Your limbs loosen up, tension you’d been carrying releasing from his touch.

“Oh Jungwoo” you pull apart from him enough to look over his entire face. “I’m so sorry you had to do that..I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you..”

“What?? Oh no! that’s not what I meant at all! I should be embarrassed! I’ve never..that was my first time with..an omega..I didn’t” he begins stuttering nervously, chewing over his bottom lip. “I couldn’t even last..”

“No Jungwoo! You have nothing to be embarrassed about! If it wasn’t for you..I..I don’t know how I would have...made it through so easily. You were amazing..I mean uhm” you heat up blushing, grabbing at your own waist. Jungwoo smiles shyly, glancing at your feet.

“It’s nothing you have to thank me for, I never would have thought Jeno would ask me to do such a thing..”

“What?” Your eyes widen, brows furrowing. Jungwoo brings his gaze back to you lifting a brow.

“Well yea, Jeno..he told me to help you. I was just waiting around outside of the restrooms when he grabbed me and ordered me to take care of you..”

“But, why..” you start, wondering why Jeno always seems to be involved in your business. Jungwoo looks around, leaning in with a whisper.

“I think it’s quite obvious future head alpha..seems infatuated with you. I fear he’ll still have my head even though I did as he said and did not mate you.”

“He told you to not mate me?!” you ask in bewilderment. Jungwoo nods, shrugging his arms. “Goddess, I cannot believe the nerve of him..” you grit down your teeth glaring in the direction of Jeno’s cabin.

“Jungwoo I..thank you really” you reach out rubbing over his bicep. Jungwoo places a hand over yours with a smile.

“It’s nothing, that’s what packs are for right? We’re here to help each other through anything.” He finishes with a wink, lifting your hand to peck over your knuckles. You smile with a nod, grateful some of the Lee pack were normal.

“I owe you I really do.”

“No worries honestly..well..” Jungwoo trails off with a laugh.

“What is it?” You continue.

“If you could uh, convince Jeno to move me back to the infirmary with the pups..out of the field” he says lifting up his hands covered in blisters and cuts. “That would be amazing!” He laughs tensely.

“Oh don’t worry about him anymore, I will make sure he gets right on that.”

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“Ugh Jeno Lee! True mate?! Curse of my damn existence more like!” You groan out to yourself clutching at the food in your satchel as you step onto the alphas porch. You kick at the door letting it throttle open. “Stupid idiotic alpha! Why me!” You slam the door shut tossing aside the bag onto the counter in the kitchen. Sucking in air, looking around, the large fur ball nowhere to be found.

Foot steps resound through the hall, floor boards creaking beneath. You look up, chest caving in at the sight of the alpha completely bare. Jeno reaches up, hands nearly touching the ceiling, neck cracking. He groans out, head dropping back revealing his long defined muscular neck, shoulders rolling. Jeno straightens out, eyes landing on you, red passing across the iris. You clench your fists stomping up to him, shoving at him with all of your might. Jeno doesn’t even flinch, gaze following you down.

“Good thing you’re back! Cause I have..” you begin yelling, Jeno’s nostrils flare. His face twists in disgusts, gripping at your shoulders.

“Why do you smell like him?!” Jeno’s voice booms out. Your jaw drops, his touch like hot coals out of a fire. You push at his chest again, punching over the firm pecs. “I hate when you smell like him!” Jeno presses you against the wall, hand sliding up your neck cupping your jaw. You pant out, mouth falling open weakly. Jeno leans in, nose softly sliding over your scent gland. You faintly slap at his chest, hands lowering down Jeno’s defined abdomen. Jeno presses his lips over the skin tenderly, breathing across your collarbone.

“Alpha..” you pathetically whimper out, head fogging up even faster than usual. Jeno slides his lips across your jaw, breath covering your flesh. You moan out squeezing your eyes shut, sinking your nails deep into his tight defined waist. Jeno grunts, hooded eyes looking down at you, nose pressing into yours. You squeeze more at his body, Jeno groaning shoving his hips forward pressing you to the wall. Your head shakes slapping at his torso.

“Alpha..alpha no!” You push with more force, earning another grunt from Jeno. “Get off me! You..you fool!”

Jeno bites down clenching his jaw, stepping back away. His chest glistens in the dim room, heaving up and down.

“What do you think you’re doing! You can’t just..just! You!” You slap your hands at the wall behind you frustrated, diverting your eyes to anything besides the bare alpha before you.

“You said you were going to rinse off and eat! Why do you smell like that beta!” Jeno blurts out furiously. Your jaw falls open, pushing off the wall.

“Do you think that is any of your business?! Why do you care!” You shove a finger into Jeno’s beating chest. Your own hand now shaking, eyes watering up as the emotions overcome you.

“Because you are my omega!” Jeno snaps snarling down at you.

“I am no such thing! I would never be your omega!” You scream out, in absolute shock with his behavior.

“You are my mate! I will not have you whoring around my pack like some..”

“Some piece of garbage from a pack you destroyed!” You yell out, pushing at Jeno’s chest as he closes in on you again.

“Why do you keep saying that? I have nothing to do with what happened to your pack! The Suh pack has never been a concern to me!” Jeno presses you against the wall completely, arms caging around you.

“My brother told me! It’s your packs fault. If it wasn’t for you I would be with my family still!” You burst out crying, furious with yourself for never being able to hold it together in Jeno’s presence. “I would never have to know of you.”

“That’s not true! Why would I save your life if my father had any intentions to hurt your pack to begin with? I protected you, I allowed you to live!” Jeno’s nose flares, the veins up and down his neck pulsating rapidly. “If I wanted to hurt you, I could have by now omega. I spared your life and your brothers.”

“Why did you spare me then alpha?! You can’t even stand to be near me!” You drop your head, body shaking through the tears.

“I..that’s, that’s not true!” Jeno inaudibly mumbles.

“Then why did you leave! You sent someone else to spend my heat with me?! You hate me that much?” You cover your face in shame. Shame for ever allowing yourself to dream of an alpha like Jeno in such a way.

“I..I did that” Jeno drops his head against your shoulder, his own alpha feeling overcome with emotions. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I can’t..” Jeno pries your hands away, bending at the knee to press his forehead against yours. “I wanted it to be me, It killed me to walk away. You don’t know how hard it was for me to not take you right then and there.”

“Why..” you sniffle, sucking in air. Eyes swelling up from the amount of tears you’ve cried out today alone. Jeno cups your face, hands nearly able to hide your features completely.

“I can’t control my alpha when I’m near you..” his thumbs wipe away the tears still escaping. “I know you don’t like me. I can’t seem to do anything right when I’m around you. The thought of you spending your heat with anyone besides me ate me up inside. I ran, like a coward..” Jeno’s hands make to move away from you. You quickly grab them to hold him in place, turning your nose into his palm.

“Alpha..” you speak into the heavy hand, lips running along the heated skin. Jeno groans, running his nose over your jaw again.

“I hate how I keep upsetting you..I’m trying to do better. I’m gonna do better for you..” Jeno’s eyes squeeze shut with a soft kiss over your neck. “I’m going to take care of you like you deserve.” He ends with another kiss down the center of your throat. You whimper, pecking over his wrist, the scent of your alpha clouding up your mind.

“Jeno..” you moan out, head falling back against the wall, allowing him complete access to your neck.

“Will you let me take care of you?” Jeno asks with a tongue swipe across your neck. You swallow down nodding rapidly, gnawing on your lip to control yourself from begging. Jeno squats, cupping your thighs hoisting you up to wrap around him. You encircle his neck, legs squeezing over his hips. Jeno moves across the floor, carrying you with ease to the cushions laid out in the center.

“Alpha, I..I’m scared..” you lowly whisper as he lays you down settling between your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” Jeno’s brows lift in question, fingers stroking over your cheekbone.

“I’ve never..I haven’t” you groan, throwing your forearm over your eyes embarrassed. Jeno holds your wrist uncovering your face, eyes squinting up with a smile peaking through.

“You’ve never been with an alpha?” His fingers toys at your lips, stroking over the bottom. Your body trembles under his touch, the alphas hips hovering above yours. You shake your head, mouth parting open allowing Jeno to tug your lip down.

“With...anyone..” you shut your eyes with a grimace. Maybe Jeno should be embarrassed having you as a true mate. Jeno leans down, body pressing against you, hardening length resting on your stomach. You pant out, butterflies bursting inside of you at the proximity.

“You’re perfect, my omega, only mine.” Jeno cups your face, lifting you gently to arch your neck. “I would never hurt you..” he leans in, lips parting on your own, hovering teasingly. Jeno’s mouth presses down closing the distance between you, nibbling over your lower lip. His lips slot together with yours perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece.

Jeno slides a hand down your neck, fingers lowering to untie the front of your top releasing your chest. You gasp into his mouth as he deepen’s the kiss, tongue sliding through every corner leaving behind no trace untouched. He pulls away tugging your lip with him gently, leaving a lingering kiss before making his way down your neck. Open mouth kissing and licking across the expanse of skin. Jeno’s mouth continues working it’s way lower, tongue lavishing down the center of your chest between the two mounds. Jeno cups around your breasts kissing over the fat shoving together around his chin with a low moan. You shudder in pleasure, neck lifted watching the alpha leave a trail of shining spit all over you.

Jeno gazes into you eyes, tongue stroking out, dragging wetness over a nipple.

“Oh..” you moan, biting down your lower lip, face flushing. Jeno smirks, tongue swirling around the other nipple, lips capturing it with a suck.

“Like that?” Jeno emphasizes his question nibbling over the areola, gaining a hiss in return. He pinches over your other nipple, twerking and pulling at the sensitive nub. Jeno sucks in more of your breast, the hardened nub flattening against the roof of his mouth. Teeth marks and saliva painting over your chest as he continues slurping. His tongue laps over the swollen bud with satisfaction watching you turn into a wreck. Your hips thrust upward against him, the heat between your legs becoming overbearing, thighs sticky coated in slick.

“Keep doing that for me omega” Jeno grunts, hips slowly grinding against you. Hot length sliding up and down your stomach easily with the abundance of precum leaking from his tip. You weakly nod, eyes rolling as Jeno’s mouth latches onto your other breast sucking ferociously. Your hands find purchase in his broad shoulders, using the leverage to hump up against his thighs with speed. You lock your legs around his hips, core getting wetter by the second, slick dripping down between your cheeks.

“Oh alpha...oh f-fu..” you whimper out chasing release, stomach coiling desperate for satisfaction. Jeno bites down roughly, pulling the bud through his teeth, squeezing the other between two fingers tightly. He thrusts against your stomach faster, with one last lick at your nipple, tongue dragging up to your chin. He grips at your hip, other hand cupping the back of you neck. You pant out, mouth hung open still trying to feel the friction between your legs.

“Come for me baby, come on. You’re a good omega, my good omega.” Jeno licks over your cupids bow stuttering out words between pecks at your swollen lips. You cry out, the intense feeling rushing throughout your body taking over, orgasm bursting through shaking your body. Jeno growls, slick covering his thighs, scent heavily draping over the room.

“Fuck!” You cry out smacking pathetically at Jeno’s shoulders, completely in a daze.

“Such a good girl” Jeno groans, kissing you hungrily. His hips still jump, hot girth shoving into your abdomen repeatedly. You open your eyes slowly blinking, hand tracing down his tight core wrapping around the thick meaty length, fingers not even able to reach around. Jeno grunts, pulling your wrist away, adjusting to sit up. You frown with a sad whimper, Jeno reacts kissing over your wrist looking into your eyes.

“Don’t worry about that right now” Jeno pushes your legs apart, sharp eyes gazing down at your glistening folds.

“But alpha..” you start, arching up with a scream as he swoops down, mouth opening up over your entire core. Tongue gathering up the slick swallowing down like a man dying of thirst. Your legs involuntarily go to snap shut, Jeno’s large hands press down your inner thighs keeping you stretched open. His eyes squeeze, half pained half in ecstasy sucking over the hardened bud shoving his tongue beneath the hood.

“Oh fuck! Al..pha! Alpha!” You cry out incoherently, hand stroking through Jeno’s hair. Convulsing and jerking upward with every harsh bite to your sensitive clit. Jeno’s tongue swivels around the bud in circles, pressing down pulling you deeper into pleasure.

“So fucking sweet, all mine to have” Jeno mumbles pulling away. He pushes your legs up and out. Jeno licks over his lips, eyes gazing into your core watching as your hole pulsates demanding more. He leans back in, tongue flicking out to your entrance earning a yelp in response. Jeno smirks to himself closely watching the way your hole calls for him, begging for an alpha to fill it. Begging for him to fill it. Jeno gives you a few long licks, tonguing at every crevice enjoying the broken sounds emitting from you.

He dips in finally, tongue sliding in deep against the resistance of your walls clenching down around him. His eyes roll dreaming of that feeling around his cock. It jerks between his legs craving to fuck into you. You cry harder, yanking at a fistful of his hair, tongue working in you like nothing before.

“Al...ph...pha” you wail out wantonly, trying to grind up against his mouth, Jeno’s hold much to strong. His tongue continues jabbing into you, wiggling deep inside. You slap at the cushion near you with your free hand, tapping out.

“Fuuckk! I’m...I’m!” You sob out, hips breaking out of Jeno’s hold jolting up. Your body arching up, riding Jeno’s tongue furiously as a wave of intensity takes you over one more time. Jeno groans inside you, vibrations shooting up your core. He grabs around your ass squeezing, your body trembling in his hold. You gasp out sucking in air falling back down, eyes rolled back, chest heaving. Jeno slurps up the slick, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. Eyes focused on the way your core pulsates, still wanting more.

Jeno sits up on his knees, length slapping against his abdomen. He runs a hand through the sticky mess between your thighs, coating over his member. Your eyes lazily flutter open watching the alpha above you stroke over himself.

Jeno growls, tugging roughly at his cock. He leans forward sliding between your puffy abused lips, thrusting up. Cockhead rubbing against your clit overstimulating you. You squeeze your eyes with a cry reaching for Jeno’s waist. He grunts moving with speed chasing release.

“Fuck..ah, shit!” Jeno’s deep voice rasps out sliding between you brutally. You cry out, nails digging into his side, another orgasm ripping through your body. Jeno’s eyes roll back, cock nearly sliding into you, poking at your entrance feeling you open and close.

“OH FUUCK” his neck loosens, head dropping forward. Jeno’s stomach trembles in your hold, muscles twitching. His cock explodes, white ropes dripping down your bellybutton, core, thighs. He breathes deep, trying to catch air, losing strength as he falls forward. Your bodies stick together, coated in each other. His eyes flutter shut, nose pressing into your shoulder. You stroke up and down Jeno’s back, eyes shutting. It should feel messy..disgusting, but it just feels right.

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Jeno takes a couple more days to be alone with you, only feeling pressured to rejoin the pack’s daily activities after receiving a tongue lashing from head alpha. You stay in his cabin, becoming more enamored with the alpha by the second.

“Come on, why don’t you want to go with me?” Jeno asks, squeezing your hands.

“I don’t think the pack will be happy about..us..” you mumble trying to move away. Jeno pulls you in, large arms wrapping around your waist.

“and I told you, that doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is that you’re happy” he leans down, nose shoving into yours.

“Can’t we wait? Just a little longer?” You drop your gaze recalling the way some of the packs omegas had spoken of you. Jeno sighs, stroking you hair behind your ear.

“I need everyone to know you’re mine, before I end up killing one of my men. If I have to see one of them try to offer you a gift again..” Jeno’s teeth grit, arm squeezing you in tighter.

“I’d feel a lot happier and at ease if we..waited, just a bit..” you whisper out nervously. Also fearing Jeno may actually hurt another alpha.

“Fine. If it is your wish for everyone to not know..well word travels fast here. I can’t guarantee most don’t already know. Ten is not exactly known for keeping secrets well.” He shrugs, pulling you out the door. Jeno keeps an arm wrapped around your waist dragging you toward the canteen for breakfast.

“Alpha, please! Someone could see!” You pull at his fingers trying to pry him off.

“Then let them see.” Jeno keeps his head held up, arm not budging off of you. A group of omegas pass by sneering, hushed whispers and dirty looks on their faces as you look at them.

Jeno pulls you into the canteen, moving behind you to wrap both arms around you waist. Your jaw drops, silence falling over the room. Jeno smiles behind you, directing you toward the line to get food. Omegas and alphas looking at each other with wide eyes, hands lifting to cover their mouths. You pinch at Jeno’s arms, he ignores you picking up a tray. The chatter continues as before you had entered, conversation now all revolving around you and the future head alpha.

Jeno leads you to the omegas seating area where Ten and Taeyong await clapping silently with wide smiles. He pulls out your chair for you, gasps following throughout the hall.

Jeno leans down kissing your forehead, he shoots Ten a wink.

“Watch over my girl, you let me know if anyone is causing her trouble.” He finishes with a glare down the table toward the omegas still dawning faces of shock. You hunch into yourself embarrassed, groaning.

“Ahh! This is so exciting!!” Ten squeals as Jeno takes his seat at the head table. “I just knew this would work! I begged the moon goddess to send Jeno someone special, and here you are!”

“Ten! We’re getting a new sister!” the two squeak amongst themselves over joyed. You sigh out exasperated. A smile creeps over your face, eyes landing on Jeno. His eyes wrinkle up nearly disappearing, smiling at you. His omega.

Part 6–>

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Hi! If you're still taking requests, can I ask for Obikin with #2(hogwarts!au), #2(enemies to lovers), #23("You know that your book is upside-down, right?")?

ALSO your raised-a-sith Anakin/Jedi Obi-Wan marriage of convenience fic sounds amazing and I can't wait for it! I hope you have a lovely day/night♥️

omg, I can't even tell you how much I needed the distraction today 😅 Thank you so much for the prompt! (And I'm so glad you're excited for the marriage of convenience fic--I can't wait to really get into it!)

I couldn't help but put Obi-Wan as the beleaguered Defense Against the Dark Arts prof with a curse hanging over his head, because Obi-Wan and Lupin have so many similar vibes! And we've got Anakin as his nemesis, the Charms prof. Obikin, Rated G, below the cut!

(From THIS prompt list)

Obi-Wan smells the faint scent of sunlight before he hears the voice, sardonic and low, from the door of his classroom. Skywalker’s class is about to start in about twenty minutes; he’s come rather out of his way just to say hello.

But then, Obi-Wan knows why he’s here. Skywalker never can resist seeing how his second-hand needling plays out.

“You know that your book is upside down, right?”

“Mmmm,” Obi-Wan says pleasantly, and then snaps the thick volume closed and sets it precisely down on the edge of his desk. It’s a much tidier desk than he knows his visitor to keep, that’s for sure, stacks of parchment squared away evenly to one side. Obi-Wan’s almost afraid to look at them. There’s no telling what outlandish theories his third years have dug up for him on freezing spells.

Possibly he shouldn’t have set them the entire two feet of parchment. He’s going to be marking all week.

Skywalker is leaning against the doorframe when Obi-Wan finally fixes him with a steady look, arms folded a little too casually over his chest and legs endless down to the cross of his ankles.

“A joke book that I confiscated during class today,” Obi-Wan says, standing, and he doesn’t need to glance down to know that the grey line of his trousers is immaculate beneath the hem of his vest. “Charmed to look like a textbook if it’s held upright, and the latest edition of The Quibbler if turned upside down. Apparently,” he adds, slowly coming out from behind his desk, “it’s a charm they’ve been working on perfecting in one of their other classes this week.”

Skywalker doesn’t even blink, and the slow shrug of his shoulders is practically lackadaisical. Obi-Wan very decidedly doesn't look at the way they stretch beneath the weave of his sweater, a blue so blue it rivals the sky. “I can’t imagine which one,” the Charms Professor says neutrally. “Useful charm, though.”

“I might wish that you would teach lessons that don’t interrupt mine,” Obi-Wan says, though he knows it’s useless enough. Skywalker likes to push buttons––or at least, he likes to push Obi-Wan’s. “Especially this close to midterm exams.”

“Why should I care what you think?” Skywalker asks. “It’s not like you’re going to be around much longer, anyways.”

“Ah, yes,” Obi-Wan says knowingly, coming to a stop in front of his desk. He doesn’t lean, not exactly, but he allows his hip to settle infinitesimally against the edge. Skywalker’s eyes linger there, for a moment, and Obi-Wan smiles.  “The curse. One might almost believe it upsets you, the thought that I might not be here for you to torment next year.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Skywalker scowls. “I can’t wait to see who Headmaster Yoda’s going to hire to replace you.”

“Well, you needn’t expend your energy wondering any longer, Professor Skywalker, and you needn’t worry,” Obi-Wan says firmly. “I’ve always been very, very good at breaking curses.”

#star wars fanfic #obikin #obi-wan x anakin #obi-wan/anakin #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #hogwarts au #prompts #my fic #prompt fill #trees writes

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okay so loki ep 1 thoughts, as i go: (under the cut)

- 2012 steve there for .2 seconds 💔💔💔💔

- "crimes against the timelime" "reset the timeline" ??? marvel you will die here tonight

- i wonder how goofy this show will b

- IM THE ROBOT THAT TAKES LOKIS CLOTHES OFF (BOOBIES)

- ahehe kitty 🥺😭

- MISS MINUTES BBG WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOUR AND GET STEVES ASS

- AAAA THE INTRO IS SO COOL

- is this the dude from marley and me ??

- loki gnna be in contempt of court if he keeps this up 😭😭

- "oh belive me, you can smell the cologne of two tony starks" LMAOOO GET HIS ASSSS

- wink 😉

- enemies to lovers owen wilson and loki. right??? am i gonna find out this dudes name or am i gnnna have 2 call him owen wilson

- ayo that looks like the bee movie city

- ahhh mobius okay good to know

- this is really charged idk what to think

- mmmm this is better than the therapy scenes in tfatws bc its actaully getting somewhere

- AH WINK 😉 ok nvm he had a bomb

- HE WINK PLS

- i think its wild we get to see more of steve in this than we did in tfatws

- "WHATS A FISH"

- LMAOOOO NOT THR FUCKING INFINITY STONES PISS OFFFFFF

- that screensaver of steve is abt to have more screentime than actual steve did in infinity war

- HES CRYIJF NO BABIE NOOOO MY POOR THING

- shitttt okay....

- OMG HES OPENING UP my lil meow meow

- oooooh twisty twist

- RIGHTNNNN OKAY I SEE I SEE

- looking forward to ep 2 🧐🧐🧐🧐

- OK SO EDIT AFTER THE FACT BUT???!?! IF THE AVENGERS FUCKING WITH TIME WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, IS THAT SUPPOSED TO JUSFTIFY STEVES ENDING?????????????????????????? BC IF SO MARVEL CAN ACTUALLY TRULY REALLY SUCK MY DICK AND BALLS 

#long post #loki spoilers

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~The Stray~

I promised @electric--love​ that if I wrote a story introducing Werewolf!Robbin to the Vampire Crüe verse I would give ‘em a tag so here it is! I hope you like it! It’s a bit of a prelude to the sequel I’m currently working on so he’ll definitely show back up in later chapters. But where? When? Only time will tell~ (written in Paul’s POV)

~Shandi

It had been a long time since I had encountered a Lycan, but I should not have been surprised to find one in L.A. of all places.

I had just arrived, looking for safe harbor to shake my pursuer. Los Angeles was an entirely different animal from New York in every way. One could easily lose themselves in the decadence of the Sunset Strip. Blend in to the extravagance and sin. Disappear. Just what I was looking for~

There are safe houses for people like me. Sanctuaries with magical barriers to hide from enemies. From bitter lovers. They provided plenty of young victims with fresh, sweet blood. I was finally among my own kind once more. It was perfect~

And then..he came in.

He was a beast of a man. He towered over everyone. Built like a Greek God. A wild mane of blond hair. Dark, sinister eyes. Dressed all in skintight black leather. How delicious~ The others shunned him. He smelled different. Looked different. He definitely wasn't one of us. I didn't care. I wanted him~

Once he sat at the bar I quickly grabbed the seat next to him. The energy radiating off of him is so..feral. It was clear to me then what he truly was. "Awfully brazen for a Lycan to just come strolling into a Vampire sanctuary with no thought about the consequences. Are you looking for a fight?"

"And what if I am?"

Damn, his voice is sexy~ It sends shivers down my spine.

"Who is going to take my challenge..you? I could break you in half without even working up a sweat."

So antagonistic~ But I don't take his bait. Oh no..I have other ideas~ "I'm certain there are..other ways I can make you sweat~" The muscles in his thigh tense as I stroke it. I can hear his blood rushing through his veins..and straight down to his cock~ His breathing becomes shorter and quicker. Mmmm yes..now he's excited~ I lean closer, brushing my lips against his ear. "Why break me..when you can fuck me into submission instead~?"

"Arrogant bitch. You think you can handle me?"

"What's the matter..you don't want to fuck me just because I'm a Vampire?"

"I never said that."

"Then why are you hesitating? I'm offering..and I don't think your cock would be as hard as it is if you weren't interested~" As soon as I slip my hand between his legs his expression changes. He's completely hard now~ Throbbing~ "You poor baby..you must be aching~ Let me relieve that for you~" He growls and grabs my wrist, thrusting himself against my hand. "You want this..?"

"Yes. Give it to me~"

"Where do you wanna do this?"

"I have a room upstairs~"

"Let's go then."

~*~

He is a Lycan. There is no question. He takes control. He goes straight for my throat, marking me as his. He tears off my clothes with his gigantic hands and pins me down onto my bed. He fucks me mercilessly. He delights in my screams of raw ecstasy. My nails digging into his flesh. He's so fucking amazing..and I tell him so~ His stamina is endless! He's inside me again and again, filling me up. Making me delirious with pleasure. He uses my body until he is completely spent..and I am a panting, quivering mess~

Hours later I am still in his arms, running my fingers through the hair on his chest. He is beautiful..and content~ "By the way..I never did ask you your name did I~?"

"Nope."

"Does it even matter to you? Unless..you're not going to come back.."

"Do you want me to?"

"I would..like that, yes~"

"Was it that good?"

"You know it was. I told you so~ I screamed it~"

"You sure did~"

"You're teasing me now, you naughty animal~ What shall I call you?"

"My name is Robbin."

"Strayed from your Pack?"

"I don't have one."

"Ohhh I see. Well, my dear Robbin..since you marked me I suppose that means I'm part of your Pack now~" He snorts. "Don't be ridiculous. A Vampire and a Lycan can't be in a Pack together. "

"Who says?"

He goes silent. I kiss his shoulder and give it a gentle bite. "There. Now I have marked you~ My name is Paul~"

"Why..would you do this for me..?"

"Because you are much too powerful to be just a Stray. You are an Alpha. I see potential in you. We are going to do great things, you and I~"

"You know what..I actually believe you."

Eventually I will have to tell him everything. My reason for coming here. But that is for later. Now..I just want to enjoy this blissful moment~

~END~

#Shandi's drabbles #Crüe AU writings #Vampy Sixx~ #this is Robbin x Paul #and it's a bit n/s/f/w #so if you don't like don't read

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Tagged by the amazing @eowima! Thanks my friend 💙❤️

1. Do you like answering tags? (Hopefully yes :D)

I love answering tags! If I ever haven’t done one or don’t do one, I’m sorry! it’s only because I’d forgotten :)

2. Do you prefer to write fanfiction, read fanfiction, create fanart, make video edits, or none of the above

Mmmm, this is such a hard one! I don’t know if I can choose between reading or writing fanfiction!! I really love writing but I’ve really been struggling with it for the past year, I really hope I can get it back soon. And reading fanfiction, well I’ve read it pretty much every day for the last 11 years, so I definitely live that too :)

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Not. :)

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Strawberries, Rain & Coffee :) my three favourite smells ;)

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Hot! I’ll take the hot climate over the cold any day!! Here in Australia our summers are so damn hot 🥵 but I absolutely hate the cold 🥶 I can’t stand it! :)

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Decision of a Lifetime

Chapter 5: Better with you

Characters:King Liam x (mc) Queen Sexy

Rating:mature/NSFW

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Disclaimer: All characters used are sole property of Pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them for entertainment .

Summary: Liam x (mc)Sexy knew they were destined for a lifetime together, but his world had other plans. The couple share a fateful night that would forever alter their future. Does fate stand strong together or banish his love to the shadows.

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Later that evening after the barn raising, Liam escorts Sexy back to her room to relax.

“Are you feeling okay my love?, he leans down and places a soft kiss to her cheek.

She stretches slightly, “I’m a little tight, but I’ll be fine Liam.”

Liam extends his hand to unlock her door when he hears the sound of a man clearing his throat.He turns to be met by the stern gaze of King Father , Constantine. “Father… what brings you here?”, he asks as if he was clueless to the bomb he had dropped on the royal family earlier that day.

“It’s getting kind of late… should you not be preparing for bed?”, Liam tries to redirect his father away from this line of inquiry.

“Liam… Lady Sexy… I caught the press appearance. Do you think it wise to parade your…”

“ I wouldn’t finish that thought if I were you”, he raises his hand to silence his father. “ Sexy my love… you go inside and i will be in there shortly. I promise I will help you relax”, he smirks before placing a kiss on her cheek.

Liam waits for the door to close before he acknowledges his father once more. He turns slowly facing Constantine eye to eye. Liam leads his father to his room in the same vicinity as Sexy’s. Constantine surveys the proximity of the two rooms, “ Liam, do you think this is wise?”

Liam opens the door to his room leading his father inside, he walks over to the bar cart and pours 2 fingers of scotch for himself and his father. “Should you be drinking at all in your current health?”

Constantine lifts the tumbler from his son’s hand and sips the Macallan 12 year old scotch.His face flashes a grimace as the burn of the drink makes its way down his throat. “Drinking a good scotch is the least of my health concerns.”

Liam shakes his head dismissing the former king’s comment. He sits on the couch in his sitting area, he gestures for Constantine to sit down beside him.Liam sighs, “ I love to discuss a good scotch as much as the next man but I’m sure that’s not what’s brought you here after sundown.”

“Son, you know you could have made Sexy your…”, he trails off.

“Madeleine has already suggested me keeping Sexy as a hidden lover”, he scoffs, “ Sexy is the woman I love and she’s the best woman for me . Father… I don’t see how you could come to me championing me marrying Madeleine.Its my choice to marry Sexy … and that’s all there is to it.”

“Liam… you know of Cordonia’s enemies. I only want you to be prepared ruling alongside a fitting woman.. a fitting queen. It’s not that I don’t like Sexy, she’s a lovely woman… but she’s not ready to rule as queen”, he tries to persuade his son of what he considers the best option.

“Enough!... I have heard enough of this talk. You chose Regina after my mother was poisoned… but you chose her willingly. Madeleine was forced upon me although she had already been engaged to and dismissed by Leo. He preferred to abdicate rather than marry that cold bitch… she’s not the queen for me. I am going to stand beside the woman I love… the woman that is my destiny. Sexy is more than the woman i love”, he pauses considering whether to share something so personal. “Sexy is carrying my child… your grandchild. We just learned of the pregnancy, but we are elated at the news. I have to follow my heart and be the best man to my child .. especially to Sexy. I’m tired of leaving her behind to perform before the court with Madeleine on my arm.I have to be true to myself and forge my own path forward.”

“Liam you need…”, he cut off abruptly.

“ I need to get back to my fiancée… the mother of my child to make certain they are alright”, he smiles but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.Liam senses that this is not the end of this discussion. “We need to clear her name of this ridiculous scandal, but that will not dissuade me from marrying her regardless. Once our people witness her in action , they will come to accept her as they did before… even not being of Cordonian blood”, he breathes deeply, “ now I wish you a good evening.I need to get packed for the train leaving in the early morning hours, but I am needed elsewhere right now.”

Constantine nods before showing himself out, hiding the look of disdain behind his eyes. “ Good night son.”

A short while later Sexy heard a tap on her door, she went to answer where she was met by the most beautiful set of blue eyes smiling down at her lovingly. “I’m all yours love… sorry it took so long.” Sexy steps aside allowing Liam to gain entry into her bedroom.Liam wraps her in his arms, leaning his forehead to rest upon Sexy’s head. “God I love you so deeply”, he whispers tenderly, “ you know that right?”

Sexy closes her eyes , relishing his warmth being projected and felt so perfect. She bats her lashes , flashing her hazel eyes. “ I know you love me my king, but… what’s brought this on?”

Liam leans forward, thumbs gently grazing the skin of her cheek and lips.

“Mmmm”, she moans out.

Liam leads Sexy to the bathroom where he turns on the water in the luxurious tub, filling with steamy water and jasmine scented bath oil. Without saying a word, he starts to peel away the layers of soft fabric that serve as a barrier between his hands and her soft skin.Liam feels goosebumps peppering her skin as he gently kisses each exposed area. When the last bit of lace is removed from her inner thighs and ass, he breathes in her scent deeply. “ Mmm… you smell amazing my love”, he guides her body into the fragrant warmth of the water. Sexy sinks deeper into the bubbles , eyes watching intently as liam strips down to display his chiseled abs and sculpted chest. Sexy bit her lip as she watches him unclad his bottom half , removing his trousers and promptly follows with his underwear.

Sexy’s gaze grows in its intensity, feeling her core permeating from an arousal so deep, her nerve endings are on fire. She slides forward making room for her king to join her in blissful warmth. “This is amazing Liam… I can’t believe that your here in my room , sharing this bath”, she utters in disbelief.

“ Believe it.. my place is with you.. I’ve known it from start, now the whole of Cordonia knows it too”, he smiles as he leans down and gently nuzzles her neck. “I informed my father that my decision has been made… we are going to have our future together, I promise.”

They share the quiet pleasure of just being together. Liam’s hands massage Sexy’s shoulders tenderly.She leans into his touch as he kneads her flesh, knots slowly escaping her body.He whispers, “ Sexy I would love to properly celebrate our new circumstances. We have so much to celebrate … the new baby… our being back together… our engagement.”

“You are so right Liam… a lot has changed in the last several days, we should properly express our joy”, she sheepishly grins.

Liam stands up from the water and holds out his hand to help her out of the tub.Sexy notices the glint of lust and wanting in his eyes. She knows the reasoning for her denying him … is no more. Here he stood before her as her fiancé… her king… the father of her child...the man that would become her husband.

He steps out of the tub and silently turn to face his betrothed, he leans down and scoops her up into his waiting arms. He grabs a towel and cast it over her wet skin as he makes his way to the room and … to her bed. Liam’s eyes scan the length of Sexy’s body as he carefully dries her and reaches for the moisturizing cream. Sexy’s head falls back into the bed as she feels Liam’s hands working her body head to toe.She melts beneath his touch with every tantalizing feeling of pressure falling from her body, she’s his in every way. “Liam”, she pants out. Sexy feels her desire growing exponentially with surveying his naked form in front of her eyes.

“Liam… I want you so badly right now”, she feels his mouth wrapping around her toes as he drove his fingertips into the arch of her foot.

“ In due time my love… you will have me.. every inch of me”, he chuckles in a deep groan. “ I can’t wait to feel your body wrapped around me and I will never leave you unsatisfied.”

Liam kisses his way down her calf as he extends her leg in the air. She feels his tongue gliding along her inner thigh making his way to her wanting center.He teases her , moving in an agonizingly slow pace, taunting her body as pleasure builds. “ Liam… what are you doing to me?”, her breath hitches feeling the need inside of her body grow.He stares down at her through hooded eyes, she teases his fully erect swollen length. Liam was blessed in that department, he had length and girth that he was all too happy to use to please the woman he loves. Sexy bites her bottom lip , toying with his manhood , urging him to come together as one.Liam leans down capturing her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue motioned slowly across her lips as he gently penetrates her lips dancing with her warm tongue . They felt the heat forming over each inch of exposed skin as they swallow each other’s breath. She feels Liam’s hands slide between her thighs, fingers softly massaging her pearl to wetness from her piquing desire.

“ Look at me love… do not look away.. watch my eyes. I want to watch you as you come undone by my touch. I want to watch you cum for me love.”, he whispers against her lips. “Do you understand me love?”

Sexy’s body quivers beneath his weight, “oh god yes … yes my king.” He can feel her walls gripping.. pulling his fingers in deeper. He curls his fingers slowly and gently torturing her spot while his thumb delivers a deepening pressure building against her clit. “I’m about .. i'm about to cum Liam.”

“He sucks her lip gently, “ come for me my love”, he groans working her body , chest rising and falling, her sex building against his manhood, she moves her hips against him. She was willing him to bury his length deep inside of her body.Liam increases his pace between her legs.Just as Sexy was about to release her growing heat, Liam lunges inside of her in one deep thrust. Sexy’s body gives way to a gush of wetness, her floodgates opened wide. “ Fuck Liam”, he stifles her scream with his tongue forcefully making his way into her mouth. Sexy rides her release while Liam continues to make her core crest over and over. He thrusts into her deeper and harder, pressure building as she feels her innermost heat momaway from another release .

“Damn Sexy… your so tight.. you feel so damn good”, he groans , “I can’t believe I get to make make love to you for the rest of my life.”

Sexy’s grips his shoulders, pulling him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist allowing for deeper access to her throbbing sex. She lifts her hips meeting every thrust delivers in agonizing pleasure. Her hips ripple like waves surrounding his length, her walls giving way to another mounting flood of pleasurable delight. She runs her nails down his sides , Liam feels an uncontrollable desire for her in each touch.

“ You Love it when your king is inside you.. don’t you?”, he tries to put forth a command of his senses.

“Ohhhhh… liam yes… I love feeling you fuck me”, she snaps, she locks his shoulder between her teeth biting down ever so softly. This sends Liam over the edge.. “ damn baby, I’m..”, his words escape him as he feels the perfect unison of her body release beneath his body. To feel both his and Sexy’s wetness meeting in pleasant sensations overtaking all their senses. Liam felt her wetness coating his length as she milks his manhood within her walls. Her body jerks uncontrollably as he too gives into the tightening of his core and his bliss.

Liam collapses beside Sexy, drawing her body near to him… lost in endless kisses. They are lost in endless I love yous.They lay there legs entwined together in sated pleasure. Liam’s finger tips lazily drawing absent circles on her slick skin.

Sexy feels the heaviness of her eye lids trying to fight the sleep that has laid upon her head. She glances over and notices that it’s well after 1am. “What time does the train leave Liam?”, she drifts in and out of consciousness.

“ The train is set to pull out at 6 am, we should definitely get some sleep…have you packed?”, he asks inquisitively.

“Almost… I still have a few more things that I need to get together”, she kisses his chest. “Have you packed, or is the staff handling that task.”

He frowns, “ the staff will pack for me, but i still need to pull out the items I wish to have included.”Liam pulls her frame on top of his body , arms enveloping her frame. “ I need to let you get some rest, but I must head back to my room to get things in order”, he hesitates to sit up in the bed, “I will see you shortly my love. The royal motorcade will see us to the train and we will of to Italy.”, he sighs contentedly. “ You will be able to nap on the train, but until then my love…. sleep.”

Liam slips his clothing back on before leaning down to kiss her good night. “ Your adorable when your tired love”, he laughs. “ I love you… he leans down and kisses her belly, “ and daddy loves you too.”He walks over to the door and glances back smiling .. he can’t believe this is now his life. Sexy whispers into the pillow, “ good night my king,”

A slip of paper catches his attention by the door, “ what’s this?” He flips the note open and reads ,

Meet me in the boutique of the train at 5 pm…. O.

Liam looks to Sexy whom has now gave in to her weary , tired body. “ She needs to rest … she’s taking care of our baby.”, he murmurs to himself, careful not to disturb her. “ I will get to bottom of this...good night my love.”, he whispers and head to his own room. Wondering what fresh hell is being thrown at his love….

[mentalmimosa]

quite so impossible (part vi)

Previous installments here: [archiveofourown.org/works/19090411/chapters/45354148]

It doesn’t go well the second time.

It goes goddamn fucking great.

Which, after, is the problem, but let’s stay here for now: in the excellent, in the shove of skin against skin, in the kind of fucking that’s so fierce, so joyful, it feels like making love.

The door’s opened and closed again. The dark-haired alpha’s gone. Not happily, not without snapping at Bucky’s throat, but Bucky is bigger and Bucky’s not afraid and Bucky has a goddamn metal arm, so. The alpha goes.

The beta is harder to shake, mainly because the sight of the kid on the floor with his mouth red from Tony’s cock ticks something in Bucky that’s primal, that’s greedy; he likes the idea, for a moment, of having another partner to fuck. But then he’s touching Tony and Tony’s touching him and then the beta’s not important anymore.

They’re alone, then, locked away from a sea full of strangers, Tony naked and Bucky not and that doesn’t last long, not after their mouths find each other, their fingers, their cries. Jesus, the noise Tony makes when Bucky’s hands find his ass, when his thumbs stroke none too gently up the curves and in, it’s enough to set any alpha back on his heels, to turn the hardest steel molton. And then Tony’s whispering his name, Bucky’s, whispering it and rubbing his gray beard against Bucky’s rough neck, and that’s all she wrote, folks. There’s no coming back after that.

Never mind that there’s no bed this time, no soft, four-postered place to fall. Now there is Bucky on his back on a concrete floor, his t-shirt rucked up to his chin and his boots still tied and his pants kicked down to his ankles and Tony’s straddling him, smiling, his whole body shimmering and his cock pointing up his belly as he sinks down on Bucky’s cock, inch by beautiful inch, and when he’s full, when Bucky is at his complete and utter mercy, he says Bucky’s name again, louder, his mouth hanging open, like he can’t quite believe his damn eyes.

“Tony,” Bucky says. It’s all teeth, all gorgeous fucking need. “Baby, I need you. Need you. Come on, please. Please.”

There will be another time for slow, for exploration, for Tony to rub his face against Bucky’s breastbone and lick his pretty nipples until Tony can catch them in his teeth. Some part of him wants to believe that, is desperate to, even as the hormones in his body swirl up with the drugs and tell him this is it and there only is now and take what you need from this alpha’s body now, omega, it’s yours; he wants you to have it. Take it. Take. Take.

Tony raises his body, feels the Bucky’s heat inside of him slide. “I want it.”

Bucky squeezes Tony’s hips so hard that it hurts and makes a choked sound that Tony feels like a fist. “Yours,” he says, his eyes dark and wide. “Whatever you want. Oh god, always.”

Tony comes like that the first time, on the sight of Bucky’s head tipped back, straining, on the feel of Bucky’s metal fingers digging into his thigh, on the stiff alpha cock that he’s desperate to ride, and when he shatters, splatters his heat on the curve of Bucky’s five o’clock shadow, it doesn’t do a damn thing to shatter the warm, pretty cloud that’s taken over his head, that’s seeping out of every pore of his body.

Then he’s on his back, he’s smothered by the smell of his own spunk, by the lovely stink of Bucky’s arousal, and god it’s perfect, it’s perfect, that cloud. It keeps him from feeling the floor, from hearing the sounds of the far-away crowd. It keeps him right here, with his alpha on top of him, burying himself in the heat of Tony’s body and snarling with each stroke, with each clutch of Tony’s hands in his hair.

It’s a dirty fuck, a desperate one. It’s the most beautiful of both of their lives, and when Bucky knots him--not slowly like he did in Tony’s bed but this time all in one greedy go--the only thing they both know is that it makes them feel hot and good and safe; oh god, so perfectly, beautifullysafe .

“You’re gonna get it now,” Bucky grunts against Tony’s mouth. “Gonna fill you up. You want it, don’t you? Known it since the moment I saw you.”

Tony shudders, tightens, his fingers going tight in Bucky’s hair. “Alpha. Bucky. Oh, god, alpha. Please.”

One last shove, a sweet, needy huff, and god help him, Tony’s full, full to bursting, and wet. He’s so fucking wet. There’s no condom this time, no line between his body and Bucky’s, and it’s better, it’s so much better, and if he could think he might be able to remember the last time he took an alpha bare, wouldn’t he, except there’s never been one; he’s never had this before. Over 50 years and twice as many lovers and he’s never let one take him like this because it’s dangerous, the tiny rational part of his brain reminds him, because it feels so fucking good, because it’s the one social more about sex that actually makes any goddamn sense because it’s based in biology, not religion: the only person you breed is the person you mate. You fuck somebody without a condom and look out, kids, get ready; if your body has any say--alpha, beta, or omega--you might be with them for life, even if they’ve already got a partner, a husband, or a wife.

All the star-crossed lovers in movies, romance novels, TV: they all fuck first and build that goddamn bond and then spend the rest of the story fighting it, needing it, their bodies desperate but their minds, their circumstances always getting in the way, but then in the end, somehow, they find their way back to each other and build lives, have babies, show their enemies that being happy is the best goddamn revenge.

Decades of discipline, of safer sex, of good behavior: for Tony, they fall away, shattered like rose-colored glass for Bucky and he’s not sorry, not for a second. He’s so fucking happy, it hurts.

The world is a thousand colors when Bucky comes and comes and comes until all he knows is the pump of his dick and the luscious, silken clutch of Tony’s body around him, the way it’s fluttering and squeezing to draw out every last drop, and his knot is so big and his body so greedy that he can’t help but bear down and moan against Tony’s throat as his cock lets out spurt after spurt.

There’s a hand between them, frantic, straining, and when Bucky can move again, he rolls and pulls Tony with him, his dick still twitching, still tucked up deep and inside, and now Tony can touch himself; now Bucky can brace an arm under Tony’s head and purr as Tony tightens, as he whimpers, as his fist flies and his sounds get louder and they nuzzle each other’s throats and breathe in the other’s need, breathe out their own, and it doesn’t take so very long for Tony to wail and come long and hot between them and Bucky wants to have him again, for him to be like this, always, caught between pleasures present and past.

Their bodies are singing to each other, pouring novels into each other’s pores, and Bucky has never felt so content, so delicious, in all of his goddamn life.

“Need you,” Tony says against his throat, the words coming out in slow motion. “I need you, Bucky.”

Bucky smooths a hand down Tony’s back. “I’m right here.”

A roll of tongue, a catch of teeth on the side of Bucky’s neck, the same place parallel place that Bucky’s petting on Tony’s neck with his thumb. “I need this.” Tony kisses him there, sucks. “I need all of you, alpha. Please. Claim me.”

Bucky has to force the words out. He has to. He can't honestly believe what he's heard. "Is that--is that what you want?"

Tony chuckles, rubs the sound into Bucky's skin. "God, yes. Fuck yes." Then a worried sound, a little shiver, a blink. "Why?" he says. "Isn't that what you want, too?"

“Yes," Bucky says. Just like that; it's that easy, saying yes to his goddamn dreams. But. "But not when you’re like this, baby.”

Another flick of soft tongue. “Like what?”

“Tony, come on. I don't know what the hell you've been popping, but you’re high as a fucking kite.”

Tony harrumphs. “I am not.”

“You are.” Bucky turns his face and finds Tony’s, lays a shaking kiss over his mouth.

“I don’t care.”

“Well,” Bucky says. “Tough shit. I do.”

Tony’s fingers brush the base of his knot, tease the seam where their bodies meet. “Bucky--”

“Oh, you can have that,” Bucky says. He cups Tony’s ass and rocks into him again, finds himself grinning when Tony whimpers. “You can have all of my cock you want. But you’re not getting anymore than that tonight, no matter how much you beg.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“It’s not.”

Tony grumbles but his lips are turned up. His dick is twitching again between them. “How much more you got in the tank, alpha?”

“Why? You got someplace to be?”

“Mmmm, no. Just wanna time things right.” He licks into Bucky’s mouth and leans back into that warm metal hand.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

Tony sighs sweetly, a sound Bucky wants to hear every day for the rest of his life. “What I mean is,” Tony says, “I wanna come one more time with you inside me, darlin', so it’d be nice to know how long I’ve got.”

The answer, for the record, is just long enough.

#winteriron #a/b/o #second time

[fsrintaro]

omg yeah yk like the line running down the centre and muscles poking out on either side? imagining tsumu & i comparing ours in the morning bye this is why our trope is enemies to lovers

ok but samu’s hands LOOK calloused but ARE so fucking soft?? they feel like clouds fr. and they always smell so nice too ++ he always has a hand on your waist pulling you into his chest whenever he sees u getting tired ://

once he saw your back, he is gonna be stretching them muscles in an instant -- like flexing, all of it. and yall one-upping one another?? mmmm the tension <33

osamu wld let u straddle him like not in seggsy way but in a “i hope this is comfortable for u to sleep hon” type of way AAA then his arms just encircle around you to keep you safe while you sleep AAAAAAA i need osamu so bad rn

#weeping crying screaming #🤍 - melsun #༓･*˚⁺‧͙ honey bees <3 #honey answers!

[royal-writer]

Better Together

MMMM Amon would make A+ husband material I can Feel It.

Ammy I’m so sorry I took your badass broken sad little boy and made him a sappy romantic sweet baby of such sentimental qualities

No I’m not it works wonderfully and everyone knows it I ain’t sorry at all.

When they were here, it always produced the fondest sense of reminiscence. The dark wood paneling, the bar-top, and the stools still unchanged. The same fireplace; churning out none of it’s usual warmth at this point in the summer. Every sight and sound and smell unchanged; every taste of the food exquisite and only varying as much as the seasonal options and choices you made but still always delicious.

Essätha could only laugh now, recalling her disdain from that day so long ago. She had been so ready to put up a fight and to bite, claw, and hiss at every misplaced toe and digit in her space. Each time someone raised a voice to speak, she’d had to force herself to swallow venom and roll her eyes.

All that had mattered then was the loot and the rush. Running wild but not carefree. Every shadow an enemy longing to attack her. Every eye trained to her trying to determine a label of worth as people stared at her pretty face only to cringe at the scales upon it.

How life had changed. Weird and fantastical as it was now, to have a permanent place to reside and call home. A strange but amazing existence where she could call the most handsome and endearing man she’d ever met her husband. Every day now spent looking into his eyes and feeling the richest reward she’d ever really wanted in her grasp.

Happiness.

It lived in her wonderful Lord Amon; with him, alongside him and against him and near him. All around them and now inside of her. Watching him with her chin upon her hand and a softened, lazy smile as she looked into the intricate appearances play out on his face as he so boisterously expressed himself. A lift of his hand, a hearty laugh deep in his chest, the crinkles around his eyes as he’d chuckle.

The roughness of his palm as he would reach out for her. An unconscious gesture; fingertips lazily drawing against the back of her hand. Sometimes glimpsing her way; a look of confirmation on what he’d said or a gentle glance.

She loved the shine of his eyes most of all. The barricades he’d held to close off such a magnetic, engaging personality for years had been shattered long ago. It left behind his insecurities that rose and fell from time to time, but mostly this look he had now resided. Utter joy and calm. Warm and welcoming.

Her thoughts skipped in and out of the conversation with sir Barnabus as she turned around on the stool to look out on the mostly empty bar. The day was too early for customers of the more rowdy variety, so there was only a handful of ladies at one of the larger tables with two gentlemen nearby. Horse drivers, Essätha recognized by their less-expensive attire and placement in the far corner silently.

An absent brush of fingers caressed her shoulder. It drew a sigh from her, shyly glancing over to Amon whose eyes only flickered to her mid-conversation before he turned back to the barkeep, grinning.

Damn him, he knew well how he made her heart quiver when he did such things. The weightlessness he put her in; stealing away her breath like a criminal when all he had to do was ask.

“Lady Essätha?”

She spun around slowly on the barstool, turning towards the soft feminine voice.

“The honeycakes you asked for, my lady.”

“Oh Giselle, you’re such a dear,” she gushed, laughing softly. “I’ve told you before, you can just call me Essätha.”

The timid elfish girl grinned gently in response. With a curtsy, she slid the small plate on the counter.

“Give gentleman Grbrysh my undying love and gratitude, will you Giselle?”

“Of course, my lady.”

She snickered softly at the young woman as she walked back along the edge of the bar towards the kitchen door. A fork quickly in hand as she poked her tender, delicately layered honeycake. Glossy honey drizzled over the top, the scent of orange and cinnamon touching her nose as a few nuts fell away from the slice of deliciousness.

In the corner of her eye, she could see a flash of two silver pieces Amon slid over to Barnabus as she took her first bite.

“Mmmmm,” she mumbled, delicately chewing as the cake dissolved in her mouth. “Yummy.”

Poking another forkful off, she picked up a nearby folded napkin to hold beneath her hand. Tilting towards Amon’s stool, she held out the fork; catching the amusement dancing in the Briarton Lord’s eyes as he fondly gazed to her in the corner of his eye.

“Ahhh!”

She giggled as he took the forkful with a tentative scrap of teeth.

Barnabus made a gruff, barely restrained laughter in the back of his throat.

Watching as he chewed, Essätha took another eager bite herself.

“Good?” she inquired, pressing a hand over her mouth as she spoke while chewing. Quite improper of a lady but then again, she hadn’t been raised to be the ideal woman.

A noise of agreement, and Amon leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“Sweet, but I’ve tasted sweeter.”

“Amon, behave yourself in my bar,” Barnabus snorted, his voice shaking with laughter. “It’s much too early for me to throw people out for public indecency.”

“Oh sir Barnabus,” Essätha coed, leaning over the counter with a pouty wide-eyed look. “You wouldn’t do that to us! We’re your valued customers; your loyal friends. If it makes you feel better, I’m sure Amon could offer you a kiss on the cheek as well?”

There was no stopping the barking laughter now. Even Amon; red in the face which he hid behind his hands, was shaking in the shoulders with repressed chuckles.

“You really are somethin’, lady lass.”

“I sure hope that’s a good something.”

“Any lady who can put a smile on his face is surely a special one,” Barnabus remarked, leaning across to jab Amon gently in the shoulder.

Essätha smirked to herself, poking another section of her dish to take a bite as Amon rounded on the barkeep with a slew of words she couldn’t understand. Ah, elvish. Well, at least judging by their expressions and tone, they were having some friendly banter.

Whatever the Illaid gentleman said next was too fast-spoke, but she she did pick out ‘darling’ in there somewhere. His hand taking hold hers for a moment, brushing an intimate kiss against her knuckles and his beard rubbing against her fingers as she gazed upon him.

Barnabus smoothly muttered a few words, raising a towel in the air as he picked up Amon’s pint to mop the water ring.

Feverishly, Amon jumped back in to conversation; leaving her to nibble on her dessert with a quirky grin and pinkish toned cheeks. Tuning in and out the foreign tongue she only barely could clip fragments out of, and thus leaving herself open to the rest of the room and its chatter.

“… his mistress.”

“She hardly seems lady-like, does she? Trousers, I mean, really. Was she raised on a farm?”

“He wed her because he was desperate, Guinevere, not for her looks. No one would take him after so many failed relationships. I always heard he was a careless lover and heartless shrew.”

Essätha slid her fork across the plate slowly, her appetite lost.

“I still say Ivy would have made a lovely bride for him. They were an enchanting duo. But she told me; years ago now mind you, that that man Amon always was a bit standoffish. When things got serious or when she’d bring up marriage, he would always push her away. Sometimes he’d disappear, off on one of his expeditions you know.”

“Oh yes, him and his hunts. Who could forget.”

“She must be another hunt.”

“You wouldn’t dare suggest her a trophy wife. Look at her; she’s hardly public presentable.”

Essie’s grip tightened upon the edge of the table. Her vision doubling; swimming with unshed tears as her fingers shifted between fingers themselves and talon-like digits in flickers of scales.

“Not to mention she’s not of noble descent.”

“Margery, what else is there if not trophy wife? Sure she’s undignified, but she the shape of her face is very nice, and she has a great waistline. If only she’d utilize it for more dressy apparel…”

“The shape of her face, or those lizard scales.”

“I’m fairly certain that is dragonborn heritage, no?”

“No, I think it’s lizard. Those lizard-people what are they called… Kobay? Kobbie? Oh who cares. They’re disgusting and unhygienic. She probably sheds from those nasty spots.”

A round of giggles followed from some of the ladies.

“Besides, what man in his right mind and stature would choose such a scandalous realtionship and unkept woman if there wasn’t something hidden between them? It could be a falsified blackmail, for all we’re aware. Maybe she’d holding something above him.”

“It may have something to do with her position?” another reasoned. “He did travel with her and those hooligans, and their names did gain favor. Maybe it’s his way of redemption since no one in the aristocratic community would dare touch such a cold man again. He bodes ill on Lady Josephine in comparison, anyway. At least now he can say he’s married; and brush the lone woman under the rug and out of sight when visitors arrive.”

Shaking, Essätha gingerly placed her utensil on the table. Her hips swiveled on the seat, spinning around until she could hop off the edge.

There was a comment from behind her that she didn’t catch. Her feet were already in motion; striding across the room efficiently. A smooth heel-to-toe until she was upon the table effortlessly and in no time.

The women faltered upon her approach. A hush befell them as they all reached out to hush and quiet each other when some did not instantly grow quiet. All eyes upon her. Each set wide. Some worried, some terrified, all a bit uneasy.

She stopped just in front of the table. Her jaw clenching and unclenching as it worked. Her hands balled into fists, and then relaxing as she exhaled deeply and slowly. Rearing control of her anger as best she could, but most importantly, keeping a steady sense of self. She did not want to shift or reveal her true nature, not here and now out of temperamental stupidity.

“I am Lord Amon’s wife!” she proclaimed in a harsh, threatening tone as tears sprung up in her vision.

“You will respect me as Lady Amon Illiad of the Emerald Expanse, you disgraceful harpies! How dare you whisper your vile tongues in the same space as me. Well here I am, right in front of you. Why don’t you say them now, hmm?”

“Essätha-”

A beckoning voice; alarmed and concerned as it approached her.

“That is my husband’s name you spit at like dirt! Have you no shame; no honor? This is his land; his area of reign and you belittle him here? How dare you, how fucking dare you-”

A warm hand slid over her shoulder, pulling at her lightly.

She refused to budge. Raising her chin, a finger pointed out at the women as they flinched beneath her furious glare.

“I’m not his mistress!” she hissed, voice cracking. “I’m not just something he picked up off the streets to satisfy, and you will respect that! You will respect me, and my husband, and his choices because it is none of your concern! It’s none of your business, and you can stay out of it and stop spreading your toxicity and diseased thoughts like plague around these parts!”

“My darling,” Amon whispered, moving to stand beside her as he pressed a coaxing hand to her collar.

This time, Essätha didn’t refuse him. Her lips trembling, shaking with the undertow of her emotions dragging her in. At the will and mercy of the guiding arm that wrapped around her as she turned, allowing her husband to lead her through the pub and in the direction of the kitchen.

Behind her, the drifting words of Barnabus went unheard. Urging the women sternly, but calmly, that they were to immediately leave his establishment.

The door to the kitchen swung gently open as Amon pressed a hand upon it to escort her inside. Only the worrisome face of the orc chef stood in the middle of the room, wringing his massive hands.

“Tea?” the cook grumbled thickly.

“That would be nice, Grbrysh,” Amon spoke quietly. “Thank you.”

Wordlessly silent, Essätha stood where she was left as the Illiad heir strode the room. Pulling aside two stools, he placed them off to the side and came back for her. Encouraging her along with a soft pull of her hand, and bringing her to sit across from him on the rickety old seats.

Grbrysh stepped over, politely offering a steaming cup to her.

Keeping her head down, Essie accepted it with a murmured ‘thank you’ hardly to be heard.

Amon accept his own with a dry smile she only just captured at a glimpse. Her eyes trailed over the orc as he moved past her, with his footsteps moving up the creaking stairwell behind.

The quiet stretched.

Essätha became increasingly aware of her shaking hands holding the teacup. She lifted it to drink, a few tears dripping from her chin into the cup as she drained most of it in a single gulp. The heat felt good in her stomach, but less so on her throat and tongue.

Amon’s cup clattered against the edge of the counter he slid it on a few feet away. Leaning forward, his hands reached acros to take hold of her hands. Callused fingers running alongside the back of her hands and the cup, palms entrapping her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly.

A small shake of her head, wisps of ebony hair falling over her face from loose curls.

“You weren’t the one saying those awful things.”

“No, but I’m sorry you heard them.”

His hands gently took the cup from her grasp to set it beside his own. Reaching out, those same delicate fingers brushed against her jaw and moved further. Taking hold of her face on either side, with thumbs massaging against her cheeks.

“They are just the babble of single-minded people, Essätha,” he spoke softly. “Do not let them fool you into thinking that the things they say are true. You are a clever, staggering, charming woman of grace and beauty.”

Chewing on her lower lip, an enormous sigh escaped her. His words; though gentle, did not stop the dull ache in her chest. Doubts she carried deep, deep, deep inside. Hardly ever recognized; concealed by the euphoria of her perfect life and in the way it was so gently unfolding before her. Filled with love and soft promises; filled with friends and family and so many people that she never really stopped to look upon her own inadequacy.

But it was always there, lurking. Waiting for opportune moments just like this to latch on to her like a leech.

“Do you regret marrying me, Amon?” she dared to ask, her voice faint.

A stiff quiet. When he didn’t respond, she drew in a slow breath and continued on; aware of the humiliating tears that ran down her face.

“I… I would understand. It can’t be easy, the jeers-”

“Stop.”

Her mouth snapped shut at the soft, compelling voice.

Scooting his stool closer, Amon rested his forehead against hers. Breathing in deeply and slowly; training her lungs to follow the sound of his breathing as his proximity steadied her. A warm circumference and warmer, dark eyes staring into hers.

“Why would you ask me such a thing?” he inquired in a hush. “Have I failed to prove how much I care about you? Is my affection not obvious? Do you doubt me?”

“N-No-”

“Then I ask you, as your friend and husband, not to disgrace us with such a question. It… It hurts me to think you would consider that I would turn you away just because a few people do not agree with what we are together.”

“And what we are together-” he murmured, pausing to press a kiss to the corner of each eye, “-is something marvelous and something that gives me hope, and joy, and all the satisfaction and love I could never hope to achieve otherwise.”

One side of her mouth tugged up into a ghost of a smile. A little forced, but growing less so as the gentle noblemen wiped the pad of his thumbs affectionately against her eyes and cheeks to dry her face.

Clearing his throat, Amon spoke once more; but with a hoarseness that wavered with the depth of his emotions: “I have everything I want; everything I need and adore and love, right in front of me. What more could I want out of life then you, my beautiful Essätha? You complete my world. You fit beside me so wonderfully. It is you that I desire to have, and no one else. I don’t care about the gossip they spread about me. But if what they say hurts you, I will do my best with all my power to stop it.”

Her lips trembled slightly. The strength of his words; the belief he held in them so strong and fierce. They were words of endearing truth. A momentum of his devotion to her, so ardently placed before her.

“I-I’m sorry,” she managed, voice wavering. “I… s-shouldn’t have asked-”

“Shhh,” he hushed, circling his fingers near her eyes to swipe away tears. “It is their words that stirred your doubt. But you have nothing to fear from me, my dear. You have me, and my heart. I love you, Essätha. Nothing is ever going to change that.”

A choked series of giggles slipped through as he peppered her cheeks with light, gentle brushes of his lips. Kissing away her tears, and rubbing his whiskers against her skin in accident quick strokes that tickled her face.

His hands still cupped her face tenderly as he came to a halt, forehead pressed to hers once more. Their softened breathes bathing against each other as mirrored eyes reflected into each other. The smell of honey on his tongue; the aroma of his addictive cologne against his skin.

Loud snuffling drew her glance, and ultimately Amon’s, to the door.

In the stairwell, a teary-eyed orc.

In the doorway to the tavern, five sets of eyes. The three elvish daughters of Barnabus, the barkeep himself, and his nephew all peeking in with red-eyed, grinning complexions of awe.

Heat burned into Essie’s face like a fire. Squeaking with horror, she pulled free of her beloved husband’s grasp to dive into his chest. Burying her embarrassed face, her hands clutching to his backside.

The rumble of his laughter against her was soft and gentle. His hands to her backside, stroking in gentle circles despite the flushed look against his own splotchy cheeks.

“The room’s clear if ya lovebirds ever want to remove yourself from Grbrysh’s workspace,” Barnabus teasing voice offered.

Only just peeking out from the shadowed safety of Amon’s arms, Essätha glimpsed upon his handsome, rugged face as he looked down to her with a wide and worshiping smile.

It made her smile in return, of course. His glee reflected into her heart with ease. It was infectious to look upon him and not find an infinite amount of reasons to be happy and grateful for her life. For the life they lead, together.

“I need to pay for the tea-”

“Aye- no,” Barnabus tutted, a waggle of his finger. “Your money’s no good here right now, miss. Owner says so.”

A giggle faintly, glancing with bashfulness to the staring eyes as she mumbled: “Well thank you, Grbrysh, for the tea, and thank you, sir Barnabus, for your everlasting kind nature.”

Bowing slightly as he swung the door the remainder of the way open, Barnabus gave a slight chuckle.

“Always a pleasure to be of service, lass.”

The orc gave a nod, still grinning as he sheepishly wiped at a tear upon the corner of his eye.

With a thankful sigh, Essätha turned her gaze back to the one burning into the side of her face. Calling to her, those gorgeous eyes and patient smile.

Her heart brimming; overflowing with her love for him too much to handle, she fell back into his chest to share some of that love with his own heart.

A faint grunt exuded Amon faintly. Without a moment’s hesitation, he buried his face into her hair. Breathing deeply, with sturdy hands embracing her close from behind.

Nothing ever felt so pure and so right in her life then being in his arms. It was indescribable. Nestled there, safe from harm and warmed by his gentleness and love.

Pleasantly, she inhaled the fragrance lingering on his clothes, and sank into the eternal comfort that was her perfect Lord Amon.

#eci artz #Essie rw #amon illiad #essamon ship #good content

[renegadesrpg]

The Orkan, Part 1. Be Mine -- Mateo

Throwing my head back I let out a loud laugh “Benny, man, you’re killing me here.” Benny was… well Benny was as Benny always was a damn clown and a ladies man. He had more women than I had underwear if underwear was something I generally bothered to wear. Being a werewolf and shifting the fewer clothes I had to wear the better. In Hollywood, clothes seemed to disappear and appear like it was magic, in reality, if you didn’t plan on walking around naked either you had to carry your clothes in your mouth or you’d have to return to the same place you left them. In wolf form I wasn’t small, I wasn’t anywhere near being small, period, so carrying a few pieces of clothes wasn’t a big deal but it wasn’t convenient. Finishing my beer I shook my head at Benny laughing as I headed for the bar for another bottle. This was life, do the work, pull your weight, keep your head down, and then live life. I knew everyone wanted more from me, especially, my Alpha Peter and my brother Linus, who was also the pack enforcer but it wasn’t in me to do what they wanted. I wasn’t going to do it, end of, I wasn’t a leader, I never had been never would be. Fate was wrong and no matter how much she or they nagged at me I wasn’t changing my mind. “Another round of beers, Nate, mate.” I put my empty bottle down on the bar as Nate gave me a nod and went to get more beer from the back. It was all good I had nowhere to be. Leaning against the bar I watched the crowd my eyes scanned the half-dark dancefloor without a problem taking in what was going on in the dark corners. I can hear the back door opening even though there are several walls between it and me, and the music should make it even less possible to hear, but I can hear it. I take no notice of it more than that I can hear it and it isn’t until Nate walks back in and bringing the intoxicating scent with him that my focus is on nothing else than that very scent. My head turns my nose pointing up in the air scenting it. My mouth starts to water with the luxurious scent and without a second thought my large 6’5 frame moves towards the scent. I need to see who it is, I need to feel her skin under my hands, I need to taste her… I want her. I know whoever it is that she is female, the hormones in her scent giving her away. Moving through the narrow hallway leading through the back of the club it only contained a small kitchen for the staff, Nate’s office, a supply closed, and whatnot before you reached the back door leaving out to the back of the building. It was a sweet smell of candied apples and cinnamon, mixed in with a woodsy scent that could only be a wolf. I stumbled out through the door, having to brace myself with my arm against the building in front of me to not fall on my face. God, I wanted her! Out in the fresh air, her scent was even stronger making it hard to think clearly. Suddenly I felt hammered beyond the amount of alcohol I had and I could have a lot before it made me this drunk. An alarm set deep inside my head but it was so mulled by my need to get to her it was easy to ignore it. I knew that I only seconds ago had been fine and happy only to now be under the influence. In one minute I was good, alright maybe I was riding a small buzz but that was it, but it was nothing compared to the high I was feeling now. Looking up from my spot next to the door I saw her. I tried to focus my eyes so I could see her and the first thing I noticed was her golden color eyes. She was as intoxicatingly beautiful and sexy as her scent. The smile on her lips was confidence leaving no doubt that she knew what she wanted, and at the moment that someone was me. I turned around facing the wall to get a grip on my body that didn’t quite obey what my mind told it to do. I went completely still as I sensed her behind me. The sudden proximity of her made my heart pick up speed immediately and I held my breath. She looked strong and even muscular without being huge as a male, her presence was forceful, and it showed she wasn’t just any wolf but someone to reckon with. It didn’t require much strength for her to show me up against the wall, face first, and her body pressed against mine. I could feel every part of her body against mine, her breath against the lower part of my shoulder as she speaks, and her soft breasts pressing up against my back. “Hello there, Matteo,” her voice soft and alluring “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” I can’t say what it is about her or the situation but I don’t resist, my body unwilling. I can’t resist her, even if my mind is reeling at the fact that I want to turn around and face her as her what the hell she is doing to me. Her touch sent thrills through me, and as his hands slowly but with force pushed against my body, down my sides, and to my hips. I couldn’t help but push my ass back against her and rub against my ass against her. A soft gasp left her lips and it made me purr. I fucking purred, what was I some teenage male hitting his first heat. That was not really my normal way of doing things, I never showed submission to anyone male or female. I didn’t even give the implication that I followed orders there was only one who I listened to and I barely did that and he was my Alpha. I was always the one in charge. I moaned aloud at the thought of her controlling me. I let one of my arms slip around her from behind to grip her ass pulling her closer to me. “Eager are we.” Even her chuckle was erotic. “Mmmm...If they could see you now Matteo.” he knew my name she must know me. “If they saw their Orkan (hurricane) under the power of a lesser Alpha what would they do? You want me, Matteo. Be mine Okran and I’ll give you anything you want.” Who was she? She even knew the nickname my grandfather gave me and to me, she was a complete stranger. A warning fluttered through my mind but at the same time as it did, she brought both my hands up to hold them in one of hers above my head. She let her free hand slip around the front of my jeans and unbuckle the belt and button slipping her hand inside my boxer to slowly start stroking me. The second her hand wrapped around my hard dick everything else went away. Her touch was driving me crazy and it would be over in a few strokes, but then she stopped to whisper into my ear again. “Be mine Mateo, give me your powers, freely, belong to me, and I’ll give you everything.” I had no idea what she was talking about me having power, or the Orkan, which was me obviously and I had always been called Orkan. Ever since I was a little boy and our grandfather who was of German descent had given me the nickname. According to him, there was this folktale about the Alpha who could storm up powers to an Orkan, hurricane, and use it against any enemy out there. He was the only one who could and his spirit demanded a strong mind and body. Orkan was German and meant hurricane. Well, Orkan or not here I was lost in the hands of this unknown were, at least for me and I was completely willing to surrender myself to her. She turned my head so I could look into her golden eyes, revealing the same desire that must be on my own. Her hand was still holding me, even though if I’d just tried I could get free but I didn’t. I felt her squeeze my cock in her hand and I thrust my hips forward, I was just about to give her everything she asked for when a force came from out of nowhere and startled both her and me. I twisted around, with my pants still undone but ready to fight and to defend myself and my soon to be lover. I was snarling and my lip pulled up showing my cranes to warn the attacker off. I was taken back when I saw Linus standing there, confused by his aggressive threatening focus at the woman who had just about to give me the best orgasm of my life. “Mateo leave! I’ll take care of this! Go sit in the car.” And when I didn’t budge he growled at me. “Didn’t I tell you to go!” I relaxed instantly, but ignored his request and instead started to fix myself up. But my eyesight was still hazed and blurry. I turned to my brother. “Linus what the fuck is your problem?” my voice was uneven and slurred. I tried taking a step towards him and grab him to get him to chill the fuck out, but I only managed to take a couple of steps before my legs started to give out. I had to lean back against the wall but missed it and fell to the ground without being able to do anything about it. I heard Linus speaking to me but I couldn’t quite make out what he said “What did you give him?! You fuckhead!” I could hear someone laugh and I didn’t recognize it as my brother's laugh. I could see him move quickly leaning over the female as he spoke and grabbing her as he spoke. “Tell. Me. What. You. Gave. Him. Now!!”. His voice was icy cold and the back of Linus’ hand hit her across the face; she just continued to laugh. I heard her speak just seconds before I passed out, “You dumb ass I swallowed the antidote your brother, your Orkan, is as good as dead unless he comes with me.” My brother didn’t hesitate for a moment but attacked her to save my life. As the world around me went black I wondered if he was going to be too late. #BeMine #TheOrkan

#RRPG

[clown-bait]

29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH 19 NSFW

This was a fucking struggle to write. It is also like one of the biggest chapters but here it is the big showdown! Its finally time for the Trashpire to fight back! Also prepare for some angst. Shits about to go down

CH 19

Rock of Ages

“ADAM! ADAM YOU SON OF A BITCH WHERE ARE YOU?” the young vampire tore through the rather nice apartment claws drawn ripping the modern furnishings.

“Is it necessary to destroy the rug?” Penny had appeared in the bedroom where Leech was going to town on a faux fur rug.

“I always hated his stupid yuppie style. So yes, its absolutely necessary”

The clown rolled his eyes and began poking around himself. He opened a drawer on the nightstand to find a photo album of Leech and Adam in happier times the picture on the cover showed him kissing her cheek with Leech’s signature toothy grin. Seeing this other give his mate the same joy he did now filled him with uncontrollable rage. Pennywise snarled proceeded to destroy the offending object shredding it with his teeth and claws. The clown grabbed Leech and shoved her up against the wall.

“Pen what are you-” she glanced down and saw the remains of photo album she had given her former lover on their 3rd anniversary. The vampire felt a sour taste in her mouth at the memory and pulled Penny closer to her.

Pennywise’s warm tongue dragged across her face and neck. “MINE” he snarled gripping her possessively. Fire danced in Leech’s eyes and she pulled her clown off the wall and onto her ex’s bed crashing her lips into his. All she wanted was for Penny to take her right then and there. Their tongues twirled together and grabbed at each other with ferocious need. Pennywise pushed up Leech’s shirt and ground his hips against her raking his claws on his mates skin to mark her. “Say you want me slut!” he growled into her ear. “I don't want anyone else Pen. Ever again.” she kissed him hard. “That’s my girl. Pennywise is going to mark you all over this others bed and make you mine all over again.” the clown snarled sliding his hand into the front of her pants. “Would you like that my precious?” Leech gasped when she felt a finger push into her dampening slit “Fuck yes! Remind me I'm yours Pen!” He began to push into her. “mmmm look at you! You're dripping. Bet you're getting off on this aren't you? I love your dirty little mind.” he giggled. Leech moaned like a bitch in heat. Pennywise had just begun removing her pants when the door to the bedroom opened and a man in a delivery uniform stood in shock at the moonlit scene going on in his bedroom.

“Uh heeeeey how have you been?” Leech laughed nervously noticing Penny had one claw in her panties and the other tugging on her bra.

“L-Lucy?”

“Well this certainly isn't how I imagine this confrontation would go down but uh anyway Adam this is uh Pennywise. He's a shape shifting clown, and uh the love of my life. Say hi penny.” Leech babbled nervously under the 7ft feral clown that was now drooling while letting out an alarming hate filled growl.

The clown looked back at his mate his eyes blood shot and glowing in the dark. He released her and Leech stood to pull her shirt back down cracking her neck and knuckles. Pennywise roared and charged the man in the doorway leapt back with inhuman speed scrambling through the apartment as the killer clown attempted to rip the challenger apart. Leech causally walked out into the living room where Adam was holding Penny back with a curtain rod that was being crushed in the clowns jaws.

“Alright wheres the book Adam?”

“You cant stop me Lucy you cant stop me from destroying you like you destroyed me! Then you’ll fucking see how good you had it! You'll regret leaving, I’ll fucking make you regret!”

“Oh were going for the drama queen angle here. Fine, we can play that way I can show off the claws you gave me when you turned me into a monster isn't that exciting?”

the nosferatu laughed and drug her talons into the building as she walked creating long scratches in the dry wall.

“WHERES THE FUCKING BOOK” she shrieked in her demonic monster voice her eyes glowing so bright you could see her fang filled grin on her skeletal face. Adam kicked Pennywise in the gut as he bit through the rod and stabbed both pieces through the clowns chest. Penny roared in pain causing leech to shriek in alarm. She lunged at her ex in full rage who was chanting something out of the necronomicon. A demonic creature with wings smashed through the window grabbing Adam and flying off with him. Leech screamed in frustration tearing curtains and furniture in a fit of rage. A claw on her leg broke her frenzy and she spun around suddenly remembering her lover had two large metal poles in his chest. “Shit Pen you ok?” the clown grunted pulling one of the rods out blood floating up from his wound. “WiLL… bE.. eVenTUalLY.”

“Here let me get the other”

“carEfuLly LeEcHIe”

“Hold still.” the nosferatu pulled the pole out and Penny howled in pain. Leech immediately hugged the clown close half for him half for herself she began to cry quietly hoping her clown wouldn't notice. Pennywise grunted at first growling from the pain but found himself softening a bit when he sensed the worry and frustration radiating off his mate. He was pissed sure but there wasn't anything he could do at this point. Fixing one problem at a time was the only option for now. He began to purr and make his soft love growl to her in a last ditch attempt to calm his vampire down enough for her to be able to help him out of his new enemy’s home. “I’m sorry Pen….I feel like this is my fault” she whispered. “Not mad at you kitten. We’ll make him pay love, that I can promise” he finally said bringing a large hand to stroke her fake hair. She melted into him wanting to shower her clown with as much affection as he'd allow. “You’re hot when you attack like that by the way.” she mumbled. Pennywise chuckled “Well aren't you just the sweetest little thing. You flatter me darling” the clown kissed the top of her head taking her blood soaked hands and cleaning them for her “I like the way blood looks on your skin” he tried returning the compliment. It wasn't quite Shakespeare and sounded mildly threatening but for Leech it might as well have been a sonnet. “I love you so much” she said burying her face into his ruffles Pennywise nuzzled his mate planting little kisses on into her wig while drinking in her sweet smells. “Love you too little hunter.”

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“Wow you guys took forever” Ash folded his arms in annoyance.

“What happened to you Jingles?” Chucky said eyeing the bloody holes in the clown’s outfit.

“Ran into our guy, Pen got stabbed” Leech strolled into the room rubbing Penny’s back affectionately.

“And the uh claw marks on the back of your blouse there?” Freddy laughed.

“Uhhhhhh” both monsters said in unison.

“Wow you guys couldn't even wait to get home could you?” Tiffany giggled and winked at the couple who were both a bit pink in the face.

“It was an emotionally charged moment ok?” Leech grumbled.

“Also its not a blouse!” Penny snapped.

“Alright options, obviously lover boy got away” Ash set his chainsaw on the table.

“We could just try to find him in the sewer?”  Leech suggested

“Why didn't we do that in the first place?” Chucky snapped at the the group.

“You really want to deal with a bunch of un-killable demons?” Ash asked.

“Well we don't have much of a choice” Tiff agreed with the young vampire.

“Do we just go in there guns blazing or what?” Leech asked

“I’m not really the offensive type fangs” Freddy clicked his claws on the table.

“Yeah if you haven't noticed Tiff and i aren't really built for hand to hand combat. More of a stab and run fan myself.” Chucky set some knifes on the table and began sharpening

Freddy threw up his hands giving up choosing to pick up a guitar hero controller and turn the game on.

“Fred is now really the time for this?” Ash grumbled.

“What else is there to do?”

Leech glanced at the guitar and back to the gang. An idea quickly formed in her head.

“Wait…guys, what if we create a distraction? Like the ABBA incident?”

“We promised never to mention that again” Dracula rubbed his head at the memory.

“It worked though. Look I’ll be the bait you guys can do what you do best long enough for Ash to get the book.”

“I’m not letting you do that Leechie” Penny grabbed the vampire and growled.

“Pen nows not really the time to have feelings. I'm gonna die anyway let me at least make up for bringing this down on all of you.”

“And how do you know this will work?” Uncle Penny asked.

“Adam hated when I blasted music. Always told me to turn that racket off. They'll come I know it”

The clown growled in displeasure.

“You gotta let me do this Penny its me he's after anyway” Leech turned to Pennywise who seemed at war with himself.

“Alright lets plan then.” Ash put his remaining hand on the table.

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The sewers were eerily quiet save for the dripping and shambling noises from the corpses stumbling around the cistern.

“STEP RIGHT UP FOLKS STEP RIGHT UP!” a blaring sound coming from the circus cart broke the quiet. The Deadites turned around in confusion.

“COME ONE COME ALL COME LAUGH COME CRY COME FEAR COME DIE! FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THE SEWER STAGE INTRODUCING LEECH THE SINGING AND DANCING VAMPIRE! OOHAHAHAHAHAAA!” the stage door flew open and Leech stood with her back to the edge of the stage.

“KNOCK EM DEAD LEECHIE! HEHEHEHEEEE!”  fireworks exploded and an unusual amount smoke filled the cistern Leech snapped and pointed off stage “Hit it Pen!” Def Leppard’s Rock of Ages started to play.

As soon as the guitar made its entrance Leech spun around holding the guitar hero controller. She strummed the buttons and played air guitar lip syncing the lyrics.

All right

I got somethin’ to say!

Yeah its better to burn out

Yeah than fade awaaaaayyy!

The vampire rose her hand into the air taking some steps forward and swaying her hips.  

All right!

ow gonna start a fire!

c’mon

She stood on the edge of the stage as the Deadites approached her though the fog.

Rise up gather round

rock this place through the ground

burn it up, lets go for broke

watch the night go up in smoke

rock on rock on!

drive me crazier, no serenade

no fire brigade just pyromania (c’mon)

One of the Deadites was yanked back into the mist. Leech grinned and danced more pulling off the best rocker moves swaying her hips from side to side. She caught a flash of yellow eyes in the darkness and winked humping the air a little while staring into them. The eyes grew brighter and vanished.

What do you want, what do you want?

I want rock ’n’ roll yes I do

Long live rock ’n’ roll

Oh lets go, lets strike a light

Were gonna blow like dynamite

I dont care if it takes all night

I gonna set this town alight c’mon

More deadites were cut down and a new figure was approaching from the pipes. Leech’s eyes flashed white and she pulled out her best distractions moving her hips and feed to the music.

What do you want what do you want?

I want rock ’n’ roll alright!

Long live rock ’n’ roll

Rock of ages rock of ages

Still rollin’, keep a-rollin’

Rock of ages, rock of ages

Still rollin, rock'n'rollin'

We got the power, got the glory

Just say you need it and if you need it

Say yeah

Heh heh heh heh

Now listen to me

Adam came into view and shouted at her his voice being drowned out by the music and the Deadites who seemed to be enjoying the performance with evil grins on their faces.

I'm burnin', burnin', I got the fever

I know for sure, there ain't no cure

So feel it, don't fight it, go with the flow

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme one more for the road

Leech power slid to the edge of the stage where the Deadite Mandy tried to grab her. The vampire grinned nervously and walked back climbing to the top of the cart. That was close.

What do you want?

What do you want?

I want rock 'n' roll, You betcha

Long live rock 'n' roll

A large chunk of Deadites were gone there were still 3 more trying to get to her plus her ex boyfriend who looked absolutely furious. Leech could see her adopted family surrounding them in the back and leapt back onto the stage going full rockstar for the solo kicking one Deadite to the ground that had managed to get onto the stage.

Rock of ages, rock of ages

Still rollin', keep a-rollin'

Rock of ages, rock of ages

Still rollin', rock'n'rollin'

We got the power, got the glory

Just say you need it and if you need it

Say yeah

Say yeah

We're gonna burn this damn place down

Down to the ground

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh

She finished lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke into the air a manic grin worn on her face as she panted and bowed. The fog began to dissipate and three Deadites plus Adam stood in a sea of dismembered body parts.

“Wait Leech THIS is the guy?” Freddy cackled.

The sharp dressed vampire in the center stood with fantastic posture his skin like porcelain and his hair gelled up perfectly. He looked like a Twilight vampire rip off.

“He doesn't even feast on human blood thats pig blood in his cup!” Dracula laughed

“Well Jingles, looks like you got nothing to worry about competition wise! Leechie got a massive upgrade” Chucky yelled over to the clown.

“I’m a massive upgrade from anyone doll.”

“Dont get too cocky kid remember what happened last time” Uncle Penny laughed.

“We’re not talking about that in front of my newest nemesis and my mate. She doesn't know and I prefer to keep it that way”

“Doesn’t know about what? Peeennyyy? What are you not telling me?” Leech turned to her clown smirking.

“Haha! Remind me to tell you about it later fangs” Uncle Penny flashed her a toothy grin.

Adam loudly cleared his throat. “AHEM!”

“Adam, shut up don't interrupt us.” the nosferatu snapped.

“Yeah man, don't be fuckin rude” Freddy said cleaning his claws off.

“Wow your friends are all terrible Lucy.” Adam growled.

“Well yeah were all murderers you think we’d be upstanding members of society?”  Leech shrugged.

“Excuse you apprentice I happen to be a gentleman and a count!” Dracula snapped.

“Dracula you totally left a horrible mess in the living room the other night when you had that chick for dinner” Chucky shouted.

“I-I hit a bad vein”

“At least like clean it up though! Even I did that earlier and I'm a lazy piece of shit!” Leech complained.

“Good to see you haven't changed much Luce.” Adam deadpanned pulling out a dagger with a bone handle and sharpening it.

“DONT TALK ABOUT MY MATE LIKE THAT! But I agree you are lazy dear.” Pennywise shouted.

“Wow thanks Penny so nice of you to defend me and insult me all in one breath”

Pennywise flashed his fangs and held up his hands in the shape of a heart.

“So are we done roasting me now? I came here to kill my ex and so far all we've done is chit chat”

“You say that so casually. You're a murderer?” Adam looked horrified.

“Well yeah you made me into a vampire?”

“It was never my intent to make you…this!”

“Honestly I should be thanking you. I think I'm starting to like the new me.” Leech’s eyes flashed white while she bared her fangs. The Deadites turned to the other monsters and charged as the  severed limbs climbed towards them. “Leech get the book!” Freddy shouted. “I’m working on it!”

“You were supposed to come back! I gave you immortality!” Adam shouted slashing the dagger at her. leech leaped out of the way and growled back at him.

“YOU FUCKING FORCED THIS ON ME! Just like you forced everything else on me! You were ashamed of who I really was you tried to change me!” Leech began to morph her limbs cracked and stretched as her claws flexed.

“I WAS TRYING TO MAKE YOU SUCCESSFUL LIKE ME!”

“MAYBE I LIKE BEING A TRASHPIRE AND NOT YOU” she shrieked with her demonic voice and skeletal features beginning to push forward.

“I gotta say ya cant change a chick to fit what you want bud! Take it from a guy who's been married for 10 years!” Chucky shouted before getting punched across the room by Deadite Harry.

“Chucky no one asked you!” Freddy yelled.

“That thing is hideous why do you hang out with it? Also been meaning to ask since when did you have a clown fetish?” Adam shouted between leech’s claw swipes one of which caught his knife and tossed it to the side.

“See this is why I left. You wanted to change me, you never fucking listened, and you sold MY GOD DAMN RECORD COLLECTION” Leech charged her ex claws out screeching. The two vampires clashed together Adam holding off the nosferatu with a rusted metal fence spear.  

“Wait you've always been into clowns?” Pennywise turned around after ripping off Deadite Daniel’s arm.

“PEN NOT THE FUCKING TIME” Leech screamed tossing the pole out of her ex’s hands.

“I’ve given you your chance Lucy you can come back and forget this. You can leave this sewer creature and these horrible monsters behind! Live a normal life a privileged life you won’t have to kill again!” her ex backed up against the sewer wall.

“Adam.” the nosferatu stood long limbs shrinking back to their usual spot “I like my life, I like my friends, I like the murder, the rundown house, the sewer, and I absolutely LOVE my monster sewer clown. Money, power, luxury mean nothing to me. I want this. I ran away for this. Its over and you're fucking dead.”

“How fucking dare you say no to me! After all I gave you. I gave you a home, a future, I gave you immortality for fucks sake and this is how you repay me? You were nothing! You always were! I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking take it all away you don't deserve my gifts! You're trash and its time for you to rot like it!”

The nosferatu screamed snapping a wooden baseball bat in half and charging with the jagged piece of wood pointed at her former lovers heart.

Pennywise heard the roar and the shriek first. There was a loud crack and a wail of pain the clown quickly ripped the Deadite Daniel in half and spun around frantically to his mate who was collapsed in a ball next to Adam. Penny’s charge slowed as the nosferatu rose from her position her arm hanging limp at her side. Adam lay still as the grave, the broken wood sticking deep in his chest. The standing vampire grabbed an ax howling in pain as she did so, swinging it down onto her ex’s neck until the body and the head were separate. Leech picked up the book of the dead out of Adams hand and whistled for Ash who was punching a disembodied head that had clamped down on his leg. “Say the words Williams!” she shouted turning to her clown who looked on with a mix of pride and relief “Hey” Leech smiled at Penny in exhaustion “How was your fight? I think I won mine.” she laughed weakly. Pennywise couldn't help but grin at her. As he took a step to embrace his love, Leech jolted and the smile faded from her face. A headless body stood behind her and Adam’s demonic looking head cackled on the floor. “Who’s laughing now Leechie!?” Leech looked down at the long rusted metal spear sticking out of her abdomen. “Huh I thought it'd hurt more” she mumbled and dropped to her knees as blood spilled out of her mouth.

“NO” the clown screamed. He rushed forward shredding the offending headless Deadite like paper and scooped his mate carefully into his arms. “Pen? Why am I cold?” she coughed.

“HUMAN SAY THE WORDS” the clown roared. Ash began to try to say ancient phrases struggling with the last bit the deadites dropped to the ground and a presence sucked its self out of the cistern. “Hold on little one just wait for old vampire to get here don't leave yet.” Penny had never felt fear like this in his life the threat of loss making him act in sheer panic.

“HURRY OLD MAN” he screamed. “H-hey Pen, I’ve been meaning to ask what'd you think of the show? Was it good?” the nosferatu wheezed and coughed up more blood. “You were perfect darling, I may have to make you a permanent part of my act.” he stroked her head tenderly.

“I-I’ll try to throw in some juggling n-next time. It'll have to wait though I think my arm’s broken.” she laughed and cried out in pain. “Shhhh just hold still” Pennywise was struggling hard with this for the first time in his long life he didn't want someone to die.

Dracula had finally reached them moving to get close to the dying Leech only to be met with a protective snarl from the clown. “She needs to be condemned if you want her back” he snapped at him. Pennywise reluctantly let him near. “We don't have much time she's dying as we speak. I shall begin immediately.” the elder vampire placed his hand on the top of her bald head. “I condemn you Lucy Smith to living death. To eternal hunger for living blood.”

“Pen? Final request while he does this.” Leech rasped.

“What is it love?”

“I don't want Adam to be the one who kills me I want it to be you.”

“Leech-”

“Please for me Penny, send me into the dark and don't you dare let go till I'm gone.”

“It needs to be now clown!” Dracula shouted.

“F-for you.” Pennywise cupped his mates face feeling her warmth for the last time.

“Make it spectacular” Leech smiled at him tears running down her face.

“I love you kitten.” she heard him whisper as he kissed her. Leech could have sworn she felt tears fall from him onto her cheeks.

“Love you too Pen” she rasped back. Pennywise gently tilted his mates head back and painfully extended his fangs. With a roar of anguish he sunk his teeth into her throat holding himself there until her grip on his hand went limp. Her scream echoed in his head long after she was gone, the one scream he never wanted to hear. The clown gazed down on her lifeless face and the red gore filled carnage that he left on her. She made a beautiful corpse. Pennywise closed the captivating blue eyes that once danced like cold fire whenever they looked at him. Those same eyes that were now hollow and absent of life. He let out a shaky exhale and held her empty shell close. “I’ll see you soon kitten.” He whispered into her pale skin as the last of her warmth left her body.

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SHES DEAD! And Penny had to kill her. I love sudden angst feelings in the middle of my comedic horror romance. And yes Leech used to live in Washington and yes Adam is a narcissistic vegan Twilight sparkly vampire. He only gets blood from ethical cruelty free sources. Thats partly why he kept his looks. Leech however eats the flesh and the blood and because of that her appearance reflects what a horrible creature she is. But even evil deserves to be loved. I miss my girl already friends. Don’t worry this ride isn’t over yet!

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