#Crimeverse

[namelessbaron]

The Reflective Ashworth Moon Of Mototstoke.

Allow me to introduce you all to my new PokeOC and new Crimeverse character. Valarian Ashworth 8th Earl of Mototstoke. Heir to the Ashworth legacy and twin brother to Vivian Nirvana. Special thanks to https://twitter.com/MarryyyBloss for accepting my commission to bring him to life.

If any of you have any questions feel free to ask me,

[sundaysodas]

it is 4am and classes start wednesday but i just watched john wick and boy am i having crimeverse thoughts

[capelizabeth]

i feel like i’m in a creative rut

[rscroogedraws]

Commission for devGhostWriter434!

The original El Tigre meets his multiple universe counterparts! From left to right: El Tigre 3030, El Tigre Noir, Crimeverse El Tigre, La Griffa de La Sombra, and Mystic Tigre.

[sifytech]

Bait, Hook & Catch Part 3: Digital Hygiene Habits to Protect You from Cybercriminals

In the previous two parts of this digital crimeverse trilogy, we highlighted 25 common ways cybercriminals can cheat you while in this Satyen K. Bordoloi tells you of digital hygiene habits to keep both your money and sanity safe. Read More. https://www.sify.com/security/bait-hook-catch-part-3-digital-hygiene-habits-to-protect-you-from-cybercriminals/

[dyns33]

Mister Shepherd

Hey @roxytheimmortal​ ! I hope it’s more or less what you wanted ! 

So, a quick summary : Michael Addams and his wife are about to have their third child, but while at the hospital, Michael sees Duncan Shepherd, a man he dreamed about years ago, seeing the Crimeverse. Afraid of losing his Goddess, he is more focus on the man than his family. 

           Normally, as a devoted husband and father, Michael should have focused only on his Goddess, who was going to birth to their third child. He would have preferred to leave the twins to his uncle or to (Y/N)'s parents, but the contractions had happened so suddenly, they were so painful, that he had not thought. He had first carried his tender wife in the car, then he had grabbed the two little monsters to put them in the back, he had taken the bag they had prepared weeks ago and he had driven like a lunatic to the hospital. Michael wanted to stay with his Goddess, but she needed calm. Calm and their children did not go together, so the doctors asked him to wait in the hallway with them. It was there that he saw him. First he heard him. The voice seemed familiar. Then the man had passed in front of him, in a wheelchair pushed by a nurse, speaking loudly on the phone. This hair, these eyes, this attitude. Then the nurse said his name and Michael almost had a heart attack. Duncan Shepherd. Michael had dreamed of this man a long time ago. He had dreamed that they were together, with (Y/N), that this man dared to call "kitten". His goddess was not a kitten, she was a tigress, a lioness, the queen of the savannah and of the whole world. Someone normal would have thought it was just a huge coincidence. But Michael Addams was not normal. His dreams sometimes had a meaning and he therefore did not like to discover that he had dreamed of a man who existed and who could try to take his wife from him.

           "Michael ? Do you hear me ?"

           "Yes, daddy, why don't you say anything ?"

           "... Dad ?"

Oh. His wife. His charming, precious, perfect wife was there, standing before him, and he hadn't seen her. It surprised her a little, and their children seemed worried too, to see that their father had not pounced on her when she arrived, unlike them.

           "I... I don't understand." he stammered. "Did you give birth ? Already ? And... the baby ?! The..."

           "Like I was explaining to you, it was a false alarm. The contractions have stopped and the doctor thinks I can go home, for now. Are you okay ?"

           "If you're okay, I'm fine Cara mia. Let's go back home !"

           "Will you go get the car please ? I'm a little tired, and walk..."

           "Of course my goddess ! Stay here with the children."

Michael regretted this decision when he returned to the hall. He should have carried (Y/N) by ordering their little monsters to follow him. For Duncan was there, with his charming smile, speaking with his goddess, who was also smiling, the little ones on her knees, listening to her stomach to know what their sibling was doing inside.

           "Do you really have to go ?" asked Duncan, pouting. "But we just met ! And you are the most beautiful thing that happened to me today. But I get it. At least I have a nice nurse who will take care of me. It's not as well, but it is a compensation, with my operation. I would have had the pleasure of meeting you, if my appendicitis explodes. "

           "Goodbye Mister Shepherd." sneered (Y/N) as the nurse took Duncan.

           "Goodbye pretty mommy !"

The return home was silent. It was late, but just in case Michael preferred to drop the kids off with their grandparents, so he wouldn't have to watch over them if they needed to rushed back to the hospital. Michael said nothing to his goddess about Duncan. He was not mad at her, not at all. It was even normal for men to flirt with her, she was perfect, but he wanted to kill this idiot for daring to speak to her. He hoped he was dead on the operating table. The next day, the contractions started again, even more painful. The baby was really coming this time. At the hospital, Michael was allowed to stay in the room, to support his wife.

           "I'm... I'm hot." she mumbled, her forehead burning. "I'm thirsty... Michael..."

           "I'll get you water and ice !"

At first, he did not deviate from his mission, quickly finding what he was looking for, but nurses pronounced the name of Duncan and he stopped in the middle of the corridor to observe the surroundings, watching for the man. Not again. Not now. Without realizing it, Michael remained motionless for several minutes, until he heard screams, and his name.

           "MICHEAL !"

           "Cara mia !" he yelled back, rushing into the room, where work had started.

He places the ice on (Y/N)'s forehead before taking her hand to kiss it, caress it, shake it tightly, murmuring words of encouragement and love, telling her that she was wonderful, that she was doing very well, that their baby was going to be so happy to discover that she was going to be their mom. He wiped away her tears, using his powers to try to relieve her. And, finally, the baby went out.

           "It's a boy." announced the nurse.

Michael as (Y/N) didn't care about the gender, they were just delighted that their family was growing. They remained for hours without saying anything, the little man on his mother's stomach. While his goddess rested, while admiring their son, Michael relished this moment, remembering the birth of the twins. He hadn't imagined falling in love with anyone other than (Y/N), but the feelings he had felt that day were indescribable. And it was the same today, with their third child, whom he loved more than anything, except his dear wife.

           "He needs a name." she whispered.

           "You have an idea ?"

           "Hmm... why not... Duncan ?"

(Y/N)'s smile showed him that she was not serious, that she was making fun of him. But... How did she know ? He hadn't said anything. And he was always jealous of everyone.

           "You are really silly, Mikey. I saw your expression, and when he told me his name, I remembered that dream you had. It was not difficult to make the connection. Poor Mister Shepherd. He didn't do anything wrong."

           "He flirted with you." Michael muttered.

           "Do you know what was the first thing he said to me ? 'Your husband is really sexy, I'm jealous'. Then he said that he understood very well why you were with me, that we were really a beautiful couple, with lovely kids, and he congratulated me, saying that he would have wanted the same thing, but that it was impossible because of his work. And when he saw you come back, he wanted to tease you a little. He said "your sexy husband is coming back. He's been staring at me since my arrival, I don't know if it's because he's afraid of me or because he likes him, so let mess with him pretty mom." You really aren't very discreet when you watch people, darling."

At the same time, a nurse entered to check that everything was fine, and when she saw Michael, she laughed a little before regaining her seriousness, even if she continued to smile.

           "I... I have to tell you that Mr. Shepherd is gone."

           "... what ?"

           "He asked us to tell the pretty mom's sexy husband not to look for him because his operation was over and he was gone."

(Y/N) tried not to laugh, to not wake the baby, while Michael felt ashamed. Not only had he been more attentive to a stranger than to his family, but Duncan had noticed it, everyone had noticed it, and now he was a horrible husband and a bad father.

           "Sorry Cara mia, I'm sorry..." he sobbed when the nurse was gone, kneeling next to her. "You and the kids are my only reason for living, the only thing that matters to me. I don't know why... I was disturbed... I..."

           "Hush. I know Michael. I understand and I'm not angry. Let's not think about it anymore. Our son still needs a name."

They chose Balthazar, a little because a uncle of Michael was called like that, a little because a demon was called like that, and much because it did not sound like "Duncan" at all. Then, as soon as (Y/N) felt better, they returned to present their little brother to the twins. They never spoke of Mr. Shepherd again and Michael never thought of him. Or maybe just a second, to curse him, hoping never to see him again.

[leondaltons]

I said I was gonna wait after my exam tonight to start manifesting for crimeverse but like, my mind wouldn't shut up about it so this is what I have so far:

• Daughter of the mob boss who falls for one of her father's employees

• Gang leader who either falls for the leader of the rival gang (or maybe the detective investigating the gang? Idk i just want to use Lucas from nct in here)

• Young college graduated who is recruited by a group of thieves to steal from the rich (yes, QoT vibes, lov*struck please don't sue me)

Adding: a hitwoman (?)/murder for hire lady who was trained since a young age by an agency (think Angel from The Aegis Project)

[keikilahelas]

manifesting a yoongi oc who's like nikolai stirling for the vibes

[hecohansen31]

My burning sun will, some day, rise

Vampire, Crimeboss! Michael+Human! Reader:

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

First of all, before you continue with this fic, just know that the original “Crimeverse” concept (which is one of my first and favorite verse of this fandom) belongs to @lvngdvns (also I am glad to see that you are back, and I really hope you’ll feel better soon!).

Also special note to my newest wife (hello there, mon coeur) (I swear I took French lessons in middle grade!) @dyns33 who also has a beautiful crimeverse worldbuilding that you absolutely need to check out (… and “Hitman! Michael” which is beauty and grace and will stab you in the face…).

This was a request by @fallenangel4996 who requested me a Short Haired! Michael Langdon as a Vampire/Crimeboss taking Reader’s virginity!

Sadly I haven’t been able to work a lot on my requests and I sadly don’t know when I’ll have the time because as soon as November hits, I am disappearing, but just know that I appreciate them, I love them and I’ll someday write them!

(Also this is set in the 20s, because I am a “Peaky Blinders” bitch).

SUMMARY: Your Michael Langdon’s little mouse: costantly searching for secrets for him, but once the truth is out, you might become more and more important to the cold-hearted man.

WORDS: 4,5 K

WARNINGS: Unprotected (WRAP IT UP, PLEASE!) Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Blood (drinking and blood play), Mention of Violence, of Slut-Shaming, and Usage of Vulgar Terms.

Something that your family had always lacked was money.

But what you certainly had in abundance was intelligence.

Since you had been old enough, you had started to help your own family in each way you could, finding one, soon, that was quite fruitful.

Selling secrets, after having discovered them was quite the job, even more after the World War had hit your little city and everyone was struggling back to their feet.

You had many clients, but you hadn’t thought that it would one day reach the level of the great Michael Langdon asking for you.

Michael Langdon was a legend: he was a known gangster, although he never got his hands dirty.

Head of the Cooperative and known by many as “The Antichrist”, because of his pendant to be extremely ruthless with whoever crossed him.

He had appeared in a mysterious way and when he had become famous everybody had seemed to know new and different stories about him, although nobody knew surely from where he had come.

Somebody muttered about him being the illegitimate son of a French ambassador, or that his mother was a Russian actress, who had left him on her way to search fame and glory in America.

The only thing that was sure was that he had fought in the war, his dog-tags shown with pride on his chest whenever he would meet somebody either on the street on in his office, as was your case.

You had been unsure whether you should have come or not, knowing that you couldn’t deny anything that Michael might ask of you, because he owned the underground of your city, each low live belonging to him, solely.

Although your little “job” was pretty illegal, you hadn’t wanted it to delve into the darkness that Michael Langdon represented.

But you hadn’t had much choice when your sisters and brothers had been threatened and so you had finally met Michael Langdon in his private office.

It was the in the time when you faked being a boy.

It would get you through jobs in an easier way, alongside the fact that people didn’t look at boys the way they did with girls, and you had thought that Michael Langdon wouldn’t be different…

But after you had finished talking with each other, with you accepting a little job from him, spurred on both by your family’s safety and the prize he had offered you, he had simply mumbled about how “next time you should have left those awful clothes at home, mostly that boyish hat, because it didn’t belong onto such a pretty lady’s head”.

Strangely after the first “job” you had taken from him, you had found yourself coming back for more, although you didn’t know if it was because of the high the money gave you or because you truly needed to bash in the glorious sight that was Michael Langdon.

At first you had been strictly business partners, but slowly, mostly after a job had taken you to accompany him to a charity event (strangely Michael Langdon seemed to take part in a lot of those) you had been able to chat with him and for the first time, after years of willing secrecy and invisibility, you had felt seen.

You had wanted to be seen by him.

But it was a useless attempt, mostly when you saw the women that left his office late at night, when you would come in to whisper secrets in his ear, gaining a small smile and a “you did good, little mouse”.

It made your heart squeal horrendously that sentence, and you couldn’t help but push yourself even more away, standing into that invisibility that had become a weight to you.

Then it had happened: one day an enemy gangster had come to your home.

You had managed to turn the man away from your family, with the fake promise of leading him to Langdon’s secret base, but soon the gangster had understood you wouldn’t do such thing and soon you were in an isolated place, with a gun to your head, ready to die, but with the knowledge you hadn’t betrayed Langdon.

You wondered whether somebody would have remembered you.

And then Michael Langdon had come.

He was already bloodied, his clothes ruined and some red liquid even in his curly hair.

His eyes were crazy enough that the enemy gangster had immediately left the gun and you, hoping that he would be able to escape.

He hadn’t been able to.

And Michael had caught onto him with an inhuman quickness, pushing him to the ground as a predator would do with his prey, turning back just to send you a look, muttering between tight teeth not to watch him.

You hadn’t listened to him and had seen him rip straight into the man’s neck with the sharpest teeth you had seen, almost fangs and that was your last memory before shock got the best out of you and you fainted, strained by the long day.

When you had woken up, you weren’t in your home: the sheets were expensive and imported, caressing your body gently, which had been changed into a soft male nightshirt, enveloping you completely and when you had felt stable enough to raise your head you had found Langdon staring at you from a chaise longue set in front of the enormous bed, you had laid yourself onto.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty” he had mumbled, pushing himself up to move closer you, and the image of him ripping into a man’s neck came back immediately.

You should have been scared, but you couldn’t help but feel perfectly protected in his clutch.

“How much have I slept?” a hazy fog had occupied your brain, making you feel slow and your voice was groggy, as if you had slept for days, something that Michael confirmed.

“Two days, the doctor was worried but I told him you would be just fine”.

“My family must be worried for me” you had mumbled, not really worried, just wanting to shift the attention from you, but Michael had kept his eyes trained onto you as if he had wanted to understand what was going on in your mind.

“I told them you would be staying with an old aunt” he replied, quickly moving onto the bed, sitting on it, comfortably.

“You don’t look like aunt Ruth…” you tried to shift the attention from you “… she has a little black pimple…”.

“I know that you saw it” he had broken apart from the conversation, grabbing your chin with inhumane strength, although the gesture had been so graceful that you hadn’t reacted and just met his eyes as he had pushed your head up to meet his gaze “… are you scared little mouse?”.

“I saw you ripping a man’s neck with your teeth” you had mumbled, your voice didn’t falter in the slightest “… a man who would have killed me, hadn’t you been there, so no, I am not scared”.

“You are almost as cold as me, little mouse” he had brought your head to stand taller, as if he had expected you to do the same “… that is impressive, you didn’t tell him anything, did you?”.

“You think I am some stupid rookie” you had mumbled, and he had enveloped you in a loose hug, surprising you more than anything else.

“You are my little mouse” he had simply stated, gently kissing your forehead before laying down next to you.

You had spent an entire week at aunt “Ruth’s house”, and you and Michael had settled in a strange routine, which had brought you far closer to him than you had expected, accompanying him everywhere, acting as a shadow.

A shadow to whom he asked question and opinions, valuing them more than any other people, and who he would hand-fed as a child and dress up as a doll, spoiling her with new clothes and jewels, although you had insisted he didn’t spend that much on you.

He was adjusting a necklace onto your neck, when you told him so, and he simply kissed your neck, pushing his fangs to lightly brush against your skin and murmured the vibrations creating a little shrill down her spine.

“… how can I stop, when you look so divine?”.

This had settled enough, and for enough time, till your jealousy got the better of you, because no matter the strange relationship you had together, he still brought ladies of the night in his office and after a session, without waiting for all his employees to be out.

You had found the two woman of that night both, pallid onto Michael’s chaise longue and moving slowly no lights in their eyes, but the fury in yours had been enough for them to understand it was better they moved away.

Michael had pushed himself to face you, red blood trickling down his mouth and onto his open shirt, not caring for it to be stained with the horrible liquid.

Meanwhile the women had scattered away, you had moved towards the desk that divided you, and had slammed your hands onto it, more out of anger than true need to catch his attention.

You had had it from your entrance.

“What has my little mouse so angry, I wonder” he had mumbled, pushing out his hands to grab you, but you slapped also those away and he had lowered his head with a smirk “… Jeff and Mutt seriously must have…”.

“It was you, idiot” you had screamed and every noise outside of the room had quieted

Everybody in Michael’s paybook knew and acknowledged you as the girl of the boss, and hence deserving of respect whenever Michael was around you.

The only one who had tried to joke around you, an idiot, truly, who had told Michael, meanwhile you read his offer out loud, pointing out any flaws, that he hoped that “your cunt was worth it, to get him so so lovesick for you”.

He hadn’t survived for much longer to apologize.

He had seemed finally surprised and you had settled down on one of the chair in front of the desk, knowing perfectly that to continue with your outburst wouldn’t work with Michael, preferring to unnerve him with her silence.

“… are you jealous?” he had seemed surprised as if he didn’t understand the reason behind your anger “… you know perfectly that it didn’t happen anything between me and them”:

“You drank from them…” you had simply stated, explaining your insecurities.

You didn’t much about Michael’s vampirism, although it always hung in whatever room you shared, as an uninvited guest.

“You know ‘perfectly why I don’t drink from you, my little mouse” he had been the one the one who raised from his seat to circle the desk and reach to you, something he didn’t do for anybody “It’s dangerous”.

Although you hadn’t talked much about it, you saw the way his eyes would flash whenever you were either bleeding on your monthly period or after he had bitten down your lip, during a particular harsh kiss, and drew blood.

He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself if he ever tasted you.

And you knew it would make him turn her in something similar to him, if you didn’t die.

Not that he didn’t want it, he would have loved it: he had found in you a willing partner, somebody who wasn’t afraid of his side and somebody whom he respected body and soul.

(The fact that you were achingly beautiful and sassily intelligent didn’t help his judgement either, you had just to walk in a room and he would move all his attention onto you).

But he hadn’t wanted to do something you might regret, knowing it might end up with your death, if he missed onto any of the important details that the rite requested.

He didn’t feel like you were confident or sure enough for you to be turned.

And he would have waited, whether you would be ready one year in the future or never.

“… it is just…” your red cheeks showed an extreme embarrassment “… humiliating”.

You grabbed onto his open shirt, making sure to smear the blood away and made him lean onto you, your faces being a few centimeters away.

“… you are my man and you should be only interested in me”.

“You make it seem as if I enjoy drinking from them…” he had mumbled, meanwhile his lips breathed onto yours, immediately making you lose any thoughts you might have, just chasing  his in a tender caress “… mostly when I have your fucking body smelling like a delicious meal”.

And he had kissed you, pushing you onto the headboard of the chair, pinning you against it, cradling you next to his body.

“… you always know what to say, don’t you” you had mumbled, having completely forgotten your anger.

“That is what happens when you have hundreds of years on your side”.

But those hundred years hadn’t prepared him or made him ready for asking your hand in marriage.

“… I just think that you might like to move here permanently, since you are my recognized partner” he had mumbled, meanwhile you had your pretty head leaned against his non-beating heart, the calmness of it making you feel relaxed for the first time.

“Are you trying to ask me to marry you, boss?” you had laughed a bit.

“Are you trying to make me nervous, little mouse?” he had replied sassily, raising his head to meet her eyes “… don’t make me wait, (Y/N)”.

You knew perfectly that when he used your name like that, he was nervous and had slowly but surely nodded your head, before speaking up a loud “yes”, and you were to be wedded, an immense organization, just because Michael liked to show you off.

But you hadn’t cared about anything: you were happy for the first time, since forever.

You had been poor, you had been invisible, you had been helpless, and now that you had met him you wished never to separate yourself from him.

And you knew that only one thing would stop you from having to leave him and grow old, when he didn’t: Michael turning you.

“… I can’t bear the thought of us having to live separated, you had me too used to the spotlight which is your love that I don’t think I would be able to live without it, and I know you feel the same for me, so why wait?” your grip onto his hands had tightened and he had looked at you surprised, but nothing more had been shown on his pretty face “… we only have one life, and I don’t want to waste it anymore”.

“… then we won’t wait anymore, my little mouse” he had simply replied, throwing his hand around your waist, to bring you closer, kissing your face in a definitely unusual display of genuine affection, but you knew there would be more in the future.

You were sure.

“… we are going out tonight” he had explained to you, meanwhile you moved yourself up from his lap “… a nice restaurant, the last meal you’ll have has to be enjoyable and then I’ll take your soul and body”.

You had waited also on the sexual matter, mostly because it might also push Michael onto acting furiously with you, making him lose control, but you knew from his eyes that you would be safe with him.

And that you would lose your last bit of innocence that night.

A few hours later you were gliding into the nicest restaurant of the town, with no reservation in your prettiest flapper dress, a thing of red brocade, lined with real and expensive golden inserts, which matched perfectly with your simple but shiny jewels you wore: a snake-shaped bracelet with ruby eyes and long cascading ruby earrings.

You and Michael had been sat down in the best angle of the restaurant and had been served first, meanwhile Michael simply gulped down his wine, eating distractedly his food, which he didn’t need to survive and was tasteless for him, but he tried not to show too much unusual mannerisms, knowing how already everybody thought he was a bit “odd”.

You teased him in the meanwhile, your leg rubbing against his tailored pants, meanwhile you held onto his hand, your mouth enveloping in the most carnal way the food that you had in your plate, letting a bit of wine drip down from your mouth, as a substitute of the red liquid he craved so much.

When he finally had enough you were pushed onto your feet with hasty eyes, and Michael left a quick tip to waiter, enough not to be bothered by the mess in his plate.

“… little mouse don’t even try anything anymore, or my plan for a romantic evening will be destroyed” he threatened, meanwhile he pushed you onto the little car he had chosen for the evening, suggesting to the driver to start the thing up “… as that dress will soon be shredded”.

You had simply giggled, but eased up your teasing, in favor of holding his hand, kissing it lovingly, meanwhile he pushed yourself to move your head closer onto his shoulder.

You arrived quickly but it wasn’t Michael’s city house.

Although you weren’t completely outside of the city, you were far away from it to know that you wouldn’t be heard, and that it was a private location, one you didn’t know.

“Where are we?” you had asked, turning around, meanwhile Michael pushed his coat onto your shaking shoulder, he didn’t feel cold or hot, so he didn’t mind the icy temperature.

“A little place I bought for us” he had mumbled, moving his nose onto your neck, caressing it gently “… it was supposed to be a wedding present, but I thought you might like a more romantic and secluded place than the city house”.

The house was amazingly well-built and anything that you might want in an house, and you were so moved that you turned around and smashed your lips onto Michael’s, who he smiled into the kiss, leading you inside, to the fire-warmed hearth, but he just let you shed the coat, before he lead you to the bedroom.

The bed there was enormous, but you didn’t have too much time to admire it, before you were pushed onto it, and you giggled at Michael’s eagerness.

He smirked at your laughs and then gently kissed your lips, gently at first and then with much force,  pushing himself against you, making you taste that marbled manhood you had only felt in accidental touches, and now brushed against your clothed core, unashamedly covered by some scantly-covering panties, since you had forgone the little skirt you were used to wear, over your panties and under your dress.

“… aren’t you devious, my little mouse?” he taunted you “… I love you even more because of that”.

He kissed your forehead, and for a moment you looked right into his eyes and saw the beauty of them, the love that burned into them and you weren’t able to stop yourself from the little tear that run down your cheeks.

You had thought you would have been nothing but unloved, invisible, and now you had Michael who looked at you like that.

You never wanted to be separated by him.

“I love you more than words can say” you mumbled and he caressed softly your hair pushing them back from your face, staring at you, as if you were the most beautiful thing ever “… and I am the most sure I can be about this; I want us to be for ever and even after that”.

“Aren’t you pretentious, little mouse?” he giggled simply, meanwhile his eyes told her he felt the same.

“You are a bit too slow, boss…” your hands went to the little shoulder strap of the dress, letting it flow down a bit, revealing you perky nipples, although the fabric stopped onto her stomach, revealing half of your whole body, under his hungry stare.

He was literally eating you up with his eyes.

He gently pushed you up helping you with your clothes, but when you thought he would go for your throat he gently led you to lie down, and brought the dress down with you leaving you in nothing else, except the scandalous panties.

You didn’t understand what he wanted to do, since he had just left the barest of touches tease your body, lingering with his fingers just barely.

And then from the fingers he moved to use his mouth, tracing with it your neck, in a sensual caress that got you to open your mouth, and keep your breath, thinking that the bite would come at any time, but it didn’t.

He moved onto your breasts, after he dosed a good amount of attention to your collarbones.

He gently teased your breasts, at first avoiding your nipples, simply enjoying the feeling of them in his hands, and the moving onto it, enveloping it in his mouth and gently biting down onto him, making your arch onto the mattress, pushing your back against it and he gently held you down by your hips.

He smirked and tutted you, before bopping your nose.

“Patience, little mouse” he gently teased you, taking a nipple in his mouth and twisting the other between his fingers “… I promised you the best night ever, didn’t I?”.

“… I don’t know whether by the end of this night I’ll be either a vampire or mad” you simply replied breathily due to his ministration.

“Why not both?” he murmured, as he moved onto your stomach, delving the most affectionate kissing and caresses, making you feel weightless and cherished.

And when his lips finally touched your most sacred pearl you were trembling with excitation and madness, not knowing whether he would be sweet or unleash the beast you knew him to be.

He let you get used to the feeling of his rough tongue and the plumpness of his lip, before that savagery took over and he was soon delving his entire mouth into your sweet core, pushing his fangs to tease your labia with the cruelest of caresses, before his lips soothed the gentle and teasing hurt.

And he brought you to the brink of madness and pleasure with those gentle but strong ministration, insisting on them but knowing exactly when to stop.

And then he did stop.

His face hung over your thighs and met your stare, curious about what he would be doing next and impatient of his following moves.

But he just gently went back to lay kisses onto your thighs, and you couldn’t help but believe that he was simply taking his time.

You gently brought his head closer to you.

“What are you waiting for?” you mumbled onto his lips.

“I just…” it was the first time he seemed not knowing what to do, and you gently moved his hand to caress your hips “… I don’t want you to regret it, this is serious and you won’t be able to go back to it”.

He traced his thumb onto your lips, and you enveloped softly the finger in your mouth.

“I know it better than anything Michael…” you mumbled matching his sweet tone “… and in my heart I know perfectly that we belong to each other”.

He gently kissed her forehead, to avoid letting you see the little tears that your simple discourse had created.

“… I don’t think that I can have an happy future without you in it…” you continued, gently embracing him “… and if I have to shed this mortal body, I don’t mind it, because you are the one that my soul has searched for so long”.

He kissed your hand, watching you deeply and knowing completely that you were sure.

He then positioned himself between your legs, his mouth gently nipping onto your left thigh, although you didn’t realize it, he was searching a vein and when he finally found it, his fangs appeared, pushing themselves through his gems and showing themselves to you.

It was a sublime masterpiece, where fierceness met with grace and you almost didn’t feel the pain that shred through you.

But when you did, you had to admit it was worse than a simple bite, more similar to a cut with a knife than to an actual bite, since the fangs slashed through your skin and blood spilled onto the elegant silk sheets, staining them, but Michael didn’t seem to mind, making an even bigger mess, spreading the blood around with his fingers, staining you thighs.

And then he suckled onto it, softly and then with much more rush, pushing his tongue to lick around, whenever the blood wouldn’t come out easily, eating it all up with gluttony, drinking it as if it was the finest wine.

Enough to drool from his mouth, roughly dirtying his sickly white completion.

A true and wonderful sight.

You could have come just by that.

Hadn’t your body reacted strangely to the bite…

Michael had explained to you that the entire turning would take quite some time, and it didn’t come simply from being bitten, being bitten brought most humans on the verge of death…

… and it was the vampire’s blood that brought the human they had chosen back to life.

He sliced his wrist with his own blood soaked fangs, pushing it onto her mouth, letting it dribble on your mouth, and your breath suddenly quickened and your trembling stopped, making you taste the dense liquid that fell also onto your body, creating a bloody trail on your nakedness.

And then when your eyes opened brightly and you faced Michael with the most sinful of smirks, Michael thrusted into you and each note in your body sang at that unholy union.

Your body started picking up new sensations, new sounds and colors, but red was the first one you felt the most important and the only one you found yourself to care about, the one you craved…

…alongside Michael’s cock, which pushed sinfully slow into you, picking up the rhythm as you reacted under him, coming to literal life, your second life.

The one that would last.

You didn’t know if it was because you weren’t getting enough, or you wanted to try out your new strength, but you changed your position.

Surprise shone in Michael’s eyes, as you came on top of him to ride him.

And you thrusted up, bouncing on top of him, feeling yourself coming closer to the end, and your own new beginning and…

… and finally pleasure hit you.

And you fell…

… on top of a very satisfied Michael who pushed himself a few more time into you, finally releasing warm heat in your belly, which flowed out of your greedy hole as you moved away from him.

Your body was still in the maze of pleasure, when he gently traced your neck with his fangs, wanting to play again, damnably desperate already, and a sudden rush of stamina made you ready and open to more.

“We are together, forever, now little mouse”.

And no other words had sounded sweeter.

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[namelessbaron]

A "Noble" Industrious Champion of Galar.

Only an cold glare of hatred and contempt meets as you behold Valarian Ashworth sitting on his Champion's Throne representing both Motostoke City's industrial center and the Ashworth Family.

Let this new reign revive the glories of Galar's past!

"Failure leaves you cold as you throw away your body heat[Player] in anger but do not despair for it is the fate of all cogs to merely turn in their place so the greater machine that is this Region can progress forward. But like you my heeeart beats for an energetic battle to make me feel alive! (he takes a swig from his hip flask) now show Galar a battle truly majestic and noble!"

His stiff movements give away to articulate animated movements as he releases his first pokemon.

[beaumontbash]

juliet + mason info dump💖

juliet rambeau (fc: eiza gonzalez)

elite spy and assassin

caught by the government during one of her missions

made a deal to join a secret agency of hitmen/ assassins for her freedom

considered to be one of the top assassins for the agency

a lot of people underestimate her because of her playful and flirty nature- she’s incredibly intelligent and manipulative

never gives out her real name as she was taught to never trust anyone

mason delaney (fc: brie larson)

weapons dealer

has contacts all over the world

expert marksman and trained in basic combat

is a smooth talker- can talk her way out of anything and can talk anyone into a deal

her deals almost never go wrong- except for that one time where it ended in a bloodbath

is a very cool and collected person

always introduces herself as a representative to her clients. no one really knows that she calls the shots

knows that business is business and will never get involved with a client’s personal interests unless her life is at risk

[dramapenguinthe3rd]

Video Game Competition

So here it is! A storm of words that formed into this! I do have a part two planned that get’s into the good stuff but for now please enjoy this. @dyns33 @lvngdvns are the two queens that inspired me to write this. So check out there much better stuff (not that you haven’t already.) This is basically fluffy I guess? There’s some sexy talk at the end but nothing serious

Summary:Since Duncan no longer goes out on serious missions, he knows that he could never beat Michael or (y/n) in a physical competition. He never sees them playing video games so surely he could have a leg up in that department...right?

Duncan peeks his head into Michael’s office with a mischievous grin on his face. Michael looks up from polishing his knives to acknowledge him. 

“Hi baby~ are you free to leave the office a little early today?” Duncan asked him.

Michael had a thoughtful look on his face before asking, “I guess so, but why?”

Duncan replied, “I just want to spend the rest of the day with you and our favorite sexy cohort.”

Even though he was still very apprehensive Michael relented and agreed to wrap up his work early to leave.With one down and one to go Duncan practically had a spring in his step as he made his way over to (y/n) office with all the other members ignoring him used to his antics.

Duncan knocked and entered “Good afternoon beautiful! What are you doing and whatever it is, are you almost done?”

(y/n) looked up from her computer,“I’m just planning me and Gallant’s next mission.”

Duncan was confused, “Gallant? What on Earth would you need him for?” 

“Besides his amazing skills in espionage? He’s fun to talk to, so much gossip!” (y/n) joked.

“Anyway are you almost done? I want you to come home early with me and Michael.”

“Duncan you do remember that you run a criminal empire right? We have shit to do!” (y/n) explained to him.

“Come on love! You can make that your tomorrow problem right?” Duncan argued.

While turning away from he (y/n) huffed, “Well I still have a list of things to do so you two have fun.”

“If you come with us, I’ll eat you out for however long you want me to.”

“...Fine let’s go.”

Back at their condo, Duncan sat them both down on their couch to explain what he had planned for the rest of the day.

“First I’m going to cook dinner, and then we’re going to watch a movie, and then let’s wrap up the day with some good ol’ video games!”

“Video games? Since when do you play video games?” Michael wondered.

“Since I needed something to do in the office when I got bored.” Duncan answered.

“Have you thought about doing something productive?” (y/n) sarcastically mumbled under her breath but loud enough to be heard.

“Shhhh my love, anyway we’ll be playing Mario Kart.” Duncan announced.

“Oh I remember playing that when I was younger! I call Shy Guy!” (y/n) proclaimed.

“Then I’ll play Rosalina.”Michael called.

“Alright then I’ll play King Boo. Before we start, how about a little wager.”Duncan proposed.

Both Michael and (y/n) leaned in intrigued.

“Instead of doing regular racing, let’s play Shine Thief. Whoever wins the most rounds out of five get’s to be in charge of the losers for the next day. Deal?” Duncan asked.

“Deal!” both Michael and (y/n) agreed.

After the movie they started to play Mario Kart,the first round Duncan emerged the winner shocking both (y/n) and Michael. Duncan had to go to the bathroom so they all agreed to take a break until he comes back.

Michael and (y/n) got close and whispered to each other, “Ok so Duncan has been playing more than he's letting on.” (y/n) told him.

“I agree but what should we do?”Michael asked.

“We could split 1st by winning two rounds each?”(y/n) suggested.

“That’s evil and I love it!” Michael agreed and kissed her on the cheek.

With both of them in agreement they wait for Duncan to come back to continue playing while planning what to do with their win. When he does and they resume. With Michael’s and (y/n)’s plan in effect Duncan was doomed. 15 minutes later the results were naturally 2 Michael, 2 (y/n) and in 3rd Duncan with 1 round won.

“Oh...I lost. Well I guess you two play one more round to decide the winner.”Duncan lamented already over this whole competition.

“I guess we could, but if was ok with (y/n) I would be ok with splitting first place with her.” Michael proposed.

“That’s ok with me.” (y/n) agreed barely keeping herself from laughing.

“Hold on, you two never agree with each other? What’s going on? Did you two gang up on me! That’s so mean…”Duncan screamed.

“Oh I don’t know how mean it is, I think someone pre-planning this whole “day in” scheme just to get us to lose is a little meaner.” (y/n) told him.

With nothing to say Duncan shut down any argument that he had in fear of a bigger punishment from his fellow lovers.

“So what do you two little brats plan on doing to me?” Duncan wondered leaning back on the couch.

“Oh you’ll see in the morning, but I’ll give you a hint.”Michael told him

Michael slid onto Duncan’s lap, leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “You might need to call in tomorrow, between all the love that we’re going to give you I think that our baby boy deserves some new toys to play with. Goodnight~” then Michael leaned in, bit his ear, and jumped off his lap, leaving Duncan a turned on mess.

“Goodnight Donut. We’ll see you in bed when you’re ready.”(y/n) teased.

“Goodnight…” 

[breakableheavn]

Hi, I have made a wanted page for romance, friendship and plots wanted for my OCs, so if anything catches your eye, message me through here or discord 💕

[marakama]

@saavcns (with Naina)

Fresh off the high of a good mock trial practice, Ankur was in an excellent mood for his study session with Naina- and to make matters even brighter, today’s topic was evidence, a class Ankur found fun, if difficult. Of course, Naina was already at her spot in the library. With a grin and drinks in hand, he made his way over, waiting until she looked up at him to give a greeting (a nod of his head and a mock toast with his cup). 

“I saw you dozing off in lecture earlier,” he whispered, a brow arched playfully as he slid her usual drink (from the cafe downstairs) over before taking off his bag and placing it on the chair besides her. “I think you’re slipping,” he tutted, removing his notes and a text from the bag and taking a seat. “Must be all the partying.” He gave a solemn (playful) shake of his head as he settled into the chair, though his expression changed into soft concern. “But really- are you alright?”

[sifytech]

Bait, Hook & Catch Part 2: 15 more common ways cybercriminals cheat you

In the first part of this trilogy, we talked about 10 most common ways India's cybercriminals target us while here Satyen K. Bordoloi expands the crimeverse with 15 more ways in which they can cheat you and in the next part, how you can arm yourself against them. Read More. https://www.sify.com/security/bait-hook-catch-part-2-15-more-common-ways-cybercriminals-cheat-you/

[dyns33]

The End

What can I say ? I love happy endings...

           The body stretched out on the beach didn't seem to mind the heat of the sand, the rays of the sun slowly burning his skin, or the waves coming and going on his legs. Lying on his stomach, he didn't move, eyes closed, a slight smile on his face. He still didn't move when footsteps approached him, a shadow covering him almost entirely. Slowly, one of his eyes opened to see who was standing there without saying anything and his smile widened.

           "Hey Mikey."

           "(Y/N) wants to know if you put on sunscreen."

           "Nah. But she loves it when my skin turns into a nice caramel colour."

           "And she hates it when you turn red like a crayfish. Put on some cream." Michael ordered. "Or better, come back inside. We're baking a cake with our princess."

           "Hmm. Tempting. But five more minutes."

Michael shrugged, knowing his lover would do whatever he wanted anyway, before returning to their house. As he lay still, Duncan watched his first love, his beautiful blonde hair tied in a bun, his perfectly sculpted body, his face that hadn't aged a bit. Unlike him. Duncan had aged a bit. His hair was starting to turn grey, his beard too. It was normal at almost fifty, and he was still very handsome, but it bored him a little all the same. His appearance had always been very important to him and every day he needed Michael and (Y/N), who seemed to defy time, to reassure him with compliments and kisses. Duncan closed his eyes again to take advantage of the moment, but footsteps came again, smaller, before a weight fell on his back.

           "Daddy. Papa and Mommy say you shouldn't be in the sun for too long."

           "They are right princess, it's bad You want me to come home with you ?"

           "Yes !"

Seeing that his request was not working, Michael sent the cavalry to bring him to his senses. Their daughter, their little wonder. They had not planned to have children, it was a taboo subject for them, but when their kitten found out that she was pregnant, they discussed it and decided to give it a try, taking every precaution, for their child's life to be perfect. They had never tried to find out who the biological father was, it didn't matter. There was Mommy, Papa, and Daddy, with their adorable little princess. Duncan hugged her, covering her with kisses to join his lovers, smiling at Michael and putting his hand on (Y/N) 's small stomach, who was starting to show.

           "So my darling, would you prefer a little brother or a little sister ?"

           "Nothing !" the six-year-old replied, laughing. "I don't want anything ! Siblings suck !"

"Language. And you're wrong." Michael said, stroking the girl's head. "You know, we are all only children here, and we were very bored when we were little. We were often alone and sad, before we met. You, you will have the chance to be a big sister, an example, a role model. It will be wonderful, believe me."

           "And if you are afraid that we will love you less, it is impossible !" Duncan added. "Look, I love Papa, and Mommy, and you, and I still have plenty of room in my heart for the baby."

           "Hmm. Okay."

The discussion ended there, their princess asking if she could eat chocolate, and sulking when her mother said no, as Michael licked the spoon for the third time. She turned to Duncan with pleading eyes, but if the kitten had said no, there was nothing he could do.

           "Daddy, tell me how you met with Papa and Mommy."

           "It's simple honey. Dad and I were working together, and one day Mommy came out of nowhere to steal..."

           "Duncan." (Y/N) said slowly.

           "... our heart. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was the woman of my life. Papa also knew that she was the woman of his life, even if he was a bit jealous. In short, she is the woman of our life."

           "And me ?!" the child said, offended.

           "You are the princess of our life." Michael replied, handing her the spoon when (Y/N) turned to watch the oven.

           "And what was your job ?"

There was a little silence. It was the new taboo subject for them, their old job. Over time, Duncan had lost the urge to be a Crimeboss, even if it earned him a lot of money. But he had accumulated enough, generations of Shepherds could survive without working thanks to him. After several missions during which Michael almost did not return, and kidnapping attempts that their kitten escaped because she was the most intelligent and she knew how to defend herself, they began to think about the future. And when the announcement of the pregnancy came, they were sure of their decision. Their apartment suddenly exploded one day, with three bodies inside. Gas leak. No one asked any questions. They should have, seeing that it was Doctor Arden, very close to Mr. Shepherd, who performed the autopsy. They could also have noticed that all of his former employees did not seem surprised, that they had all already found work in other more or less legal agencies. They might also have noticed that most of the valuables in the apartment were no longer there. But even their enemies accepted that they wanted to disappear. They settled on a private island, with a large house, swimming pool, Jacuzzi, beach... A real paradise. No servant, but a private teacher to educate their daughter. Even if they would have been able to play this role, they would never have been able to punish her or give her bad grades. Now (Y/N) was expecting their second child, they were always together and they couldn't be happier.

           "Daddy was in finance. It was a little boring you know baby. Mommy was in IT and Dad was in security. There's not much to say. The only really good thing about this job, it's how it allowed us to meet. Without that, I don't think it would have happened, and it would have been terrible."

           "Why ?" asked their princess timidly.

           "Why ? But sweetie, I would have been the saddest, stupidest, loneliest man in the world ! For Papa and Mommy... I don't know. They too would have been very sad. And you wouldn't be here. Can you imagine ? Life without you honey, that's not possible."

From their previous life, they had kept only the best. Some memories. The gifts they had given each other, but nothing more. They were not missing it. They just needed to be together now, with their little family. Of course, they were careful. (Y/N) were checking that no one was looking for them or could locate them. Michael trained every day, ready to fight to defend them. Duncan sometimes had nightmares, afraid that the past, his mistakes, would catch up and rob him of the most beautiful thing that had happened to him. But they were ready. And after six years, with all the precautions they had taken, they seemed out of danger. So every time he was having those fears, Michael kissed Duncan wiping his tears away, (Y/N) whispered reassuring words to him, their princess running inside their room, asking why her Daddy was crying, and they could all fall asleep in their bed, peacefully.

           "One day our princess and the baby will be grown up and leave…" Duncan muttered, touching his Kitten's belly.

           "Shut up." Michael growled. "Sleep."

           "But..."

           "Nobody wants to think about that now Donut. Sleep."

When he had become a criminal, Duncan had thought he would always be alone. Michael and (Y/N) had saved him. When he thought money and power would bring him happiness, he had found them. So he listened to them, and praying for this moment to last forever, he fell asleep.