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katyawriteswhump · 9 months

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Kiss me better (Steddie holiday drabble)

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 26 prompt, ‘Who did this to you?’

For Eddie, being an immortal sex demon has its advantages, especially when your boyfriend is left for dead. Also posted on my ao3

WC: 985. Rating: M (bordering E?)

CW: Sex, possible VERY temporary character death. Tags: Whump, magic au, Incubus!Eddie, hurt Steve, fluff.

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Eddie finds Steve near the lake, crumpled on his side. He rolls Steve over, and his own blood congeals to ice.

Shiiiiit!

Steve’s apparently senseless, his face white as the winter frost. Eddie fumbles for a pulse, finds it—sluggish, fitful—near the telltale twin puncture wounds on Steve’s throat.

Steve’s lashes flutter. “Eddie? Sssorrry I stood you up, maaan.”

You’re seriously apologising for skipping our date? “Who did this to you?”

“Haa…gr…”

Hargrove! Eddie shouldda wasted that showboating vampire long ago.

Steve’s breaths are shallow gasps. He isn’t trying to hide his terror—so yeah, it’s super-bad. There’s barely a spot of blood on him. Billy’s pretty much chugged the lot.

“Eddie?” The whites of Steve’s eyes flash up and he falls completely limp.

Shiiiiit! Plural!

Okay, you got this, Munson.

Eddie rises, cradling Steve in his arms. He unleashes his wings, flies back to the trailer, sits with Steve on his bed…

…and kisses him.

Eddie’s magic stirs, tingles from his lips into Steve.

“C’mon, Sleeping Beauty.”

Eddie despairs, tastes his own salty tears. Then… Steve’s lips warm and soften. Eddie detects the whispering ghost of a breath, and Steve tentatively kisses back. Eddie plunges his tongue deep, and it all gets yummily messy.

Drink my power, Babe, to Hell with the consequences.

When Eddie pulls away, Steve’s awake. Woozy, though: “That was tooootally hot, dude.”

He’s no longer scared or in pain—a cool bonus feature of Eddie’s glamour. His skin is waxy, though, his pulse weak, and he’s still slumped boneless against Eddie.

The kiss wasn’t enough.

“Stevie. Uh, you know I said I was into you, but not into… full-on sex. You cool with me changing my mind?”

“Suuuure. Totally love you.” Steve faintly giggles: “You’re… gonna have to do… the h-heavy lifting… for a change.” He shudders and his head lolls sideways.

“Steve? Steve!”

Eddie knows what he must do.

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Riiiight, so me and Eddie are having sex.

Steve hasn’t a clue how he got here, should possibly be freaking out. He’s drunk or high, or… Screw it, this is mega-hot. He’s lying on his back, knees hitched up. His gorgeous boyfriend is butt naked, and taking him with slow, deep strokes, striking sweet spots Steve never knew he had.

“Uh… wow?”

Eddie stoops, captures Steve lips in a brief but searing kiss. “Love you, Babe. Couldn’t lose you.”

Huh?

Eddie laps Steve up with thirsty eyes, which seems to strip him naked, even beyond his skin. Steve gasps, squirms: “Gnnng, Eddie. Too good… gonna…” Fuck! Don’t want this over too quick.

“You’re doing great, Babe. Ride with it.”

“Damn!” Steve bites his lip.

He hasn't come yet. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through him. Eddie’s fucking and filling him, kindling an insatiable itch that builds and builds. If he’d realised sex with a guy was gonna be this crazy-awesome, he’d have had his gay cherry popped years ago.

He reaches up, touches Eddie’s face. Eddie’s loving gaze seems to sweep him into a deep, raging whirlpool, and it’s kinda overwhelming. Steve closes his eyes, and it gets freakier. Eddie’s sexy tats rear up in the darkness—bats swirl, puppets dance, and that skull cackles, ape-shit mental.

The weird shit briefly knocks him from his ‘gonna-come-soon’ happy place. Then Eddie’s lips recapture his, and they’re totally at one. Steve comes hard, with the merest friction against his dick. Simultaneously, Eddie shoots his load, flooding Steve with a crazy, tingly warmth that somehow jets to his deepest veins.

Steve floats. Totally blissed out.

Next thing he knows, Eddie spoons him from behind, cocooning him in a warm fuzz.

“That was epic,” says Steve. “Why d’you stall so long?”

***

When Steve awakes, Eddie sits on the bed, shirtless, twisting his rings. He notices Steve stir and jumps as if slapped.

“Steve! How you doing?”

“Good. I think.” He can’t remember last night. He’s not hungover, though. “Uh, kinda sore?” Woah! He recalls the AWESOME SEX and cackles. “That’s on you, Munson.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Eddie.

“What for?” Steve raises himself on an elbow. The room spins then settles… then panic strikes. “You gonna dump my ass?”

“No! No way.” Eddie gets up, starts pacing. “Look, there’s a teeny chance you died last night. And that this morning, you’re a vampire. Sired—uh, that means sorta enslaved—to Billy Hargrove. Or a minor sex demon. Sired to me. Or perhaps still human. Jury’s out. Not sure if you actually passed, or if I snatched you back in time.”

“What?” Steve’s panic surges. “No, no, no! Last night was a bad trip. Good trip?” He scrapes his hair from his face. “I’m confused.”

“Stevie, Hargrove is a vampire. He drank from you, left you dying. I saved you by… Listen, usually I leech life-force through sex with humans—that’s why I was hesitant to jump your bones. In a fix, though, I can pass life on. Bit of a headache, my overlord’s gonna be pissed. Totally worth it.” Eddie stops pacing, raises his hands kinda defensively. “Babe, I’m an Incubus.”

“A whut?”

“Immortal sex demon?”

Eddie unleashes some feathery black wings, which brush to the cluttered walls of his room, lightly strumming his guitar strings. Steve backs into a corner, blanket hugged before him.

The wings vanish.

Eddie dumps his ass back on the bed, leans beside Steve. Steve’s trembling with shock, cold sweat beading his brow. Talk about mind boggling! “Did you fuck me back to life, dude?”

Eddie shrugs. “Possibly.”

Steve’s close to losing his shit. He should totally split; like, flee the state. Instead, he flings his arms around Eddie, smacks a kiss on his boyfriend’s angst-ridden face.

“Chill,” says Steve. “I’m sure as heck not sired, or whatever, to Hargrove—I wanna get naked with YOU. Evidence suggests I’m still a brainless teen.”

“Babe, it’s risky—”

“Jesus! I’m fine.” Steve ignores his inner screams of terror, pushes Eddie flat against the pillows and kisses him stupid.

#steve x eddie #steddieholidaydrabbles #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington whump #steddie fluff #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steddie fic #steddie fanfic

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blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn · 6 months

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witch!gabe au headcanons

✧ got funky hair coloring going on, blue-gray fading gradient ( almost looks purple in certain light ) while near the part stays a dark brown. shoulder-length as always

✧ has snake bites, industrial bar, lobe, and helix piercings, and a bridge / earl bar

✧ ( gonna keep liboiron as his fc for now )

✧ non-supernat people think he's got strange tribal lineart tattoos from elbow to wrist. nah, they're otherworldly markings, granting him pseudo longevity via "healing" -- siphoning his own mana reserves constantly ( takes a ton of naps to compensate )

✧ in the middle of his palms are eye tattoos that he can use to "see" into places & traverse beyond the veil betwixt mundane and non-mundane

✧ wood and metal's easier to be able to peer through. stone isn't, especially black onyx / volcanic-ash infused materials

✧ allergic to charcoal products

✧ his tats seem ( are ) sentient, telling him important things -- daily life tips alongside prophetic omens ( like that one comic strip with the woman getting possessed by a demon, but in actuality the demon is helping her out of a depressive funk )

✧ said patron 'deity' is one of those strange long-forgotten gods that everybody never gets the name right of. he just calls them steve.

✧ total whiz with spells, hexes and curses that have to do with words / wording ( e.g., a client walks around with a hexed stone / bag in their pocket, and their harasser goes to speak their dead name only to instead say their personal chosen one )

✧ finds out he can dreamwalk, which is another gift he isn't quite accustomed to yet

✧ also REALLY INTO plant magic, just fyi

✧ thinks social media "witches" are stupid and essentially all just money-hungry grifters

✧ is a "can't sit straight to save his life" bisexual and has a death-head hawkmoth familiar ( which can come alive from a tattoo across his throat / make smaller copies of itself )

✧ he likes humans, angels & angel-adjacent monsters, minotaurs, gnolls, kobolds, & cat types, orc and orc-types, werewolves & werebeasts in general, satyrs, centaurs. the fae occasionally veer into uncanny valley territory. not too much a fan of vampires, though. or zombies / ghouls / thralls

#❝ nothing is ever certain ❞ ✧☾ { headcanons }#[ witch!gabe tbt. ]

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borathae · 1 year

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Okay okay.....FUCK SIBI, LITERALLY HOLY FUCK

This is too much I can't handle a lot of emotions like that TAT how did we pass to something so cute e cozy, to something so FUCKING HOT ????( you literally increased my biting kink and make me have blood kink as a new kink even if it's something illegal ajjaksk) and from hot to something tearing?!?!?!... HOW... EXPLAIN ME HOW TAT

First Kookie and Yoongi are too good and cute and Kookie is on the seventh sky after the talk with Yoongi, and finally what got into Tae got explained.... I felt bad for him, okay that he did something he didn't had too but Jimin is a cunt and I think that, even if we still don't know what will happen since Yoongi took MC away from a soooo horny Tae, Jimin is into trouble...like really really into trouble.

Tae may have commited too many errors but baby you touched his MC, I think that even if there was blood lust, possessiveness, a lot of strength and rough sex and jealousy, Tae just showed how much he care and love her and that he wouldn't dare or esitate to punish whoever hurt her or in this case bite her, or he wouldn't mind of showing whose she belongs too 👀

Idk if you get me Sibi but if MC got her pussy and brain scrambled, you literally scrambled mine so I'm trying to think right and think about theories as much as I can lol

Now Yoongi, poor Yoongi he really got his heart broke when MC said that more time and consensually she let Tae drink her blood. Now I'm thinking that there wouldn't be nothing wrong because Tae never forced her, plus drinking blood from the partner might be even the most important declaration of love for vampires and MC and Tae are in a relationship longer respect the others. But on the other hand I feel so bad for Yoongi, that is the big no for him and I think that when MC will gain her forces again maybe they'll have to talk about it...and I fear that Yoongi for this might be a little distant at first from her, like as if he has to elaborate what was happening behind is back all of that time...

Damn Sibi 😵😵 you killed me with this masterpiece!

Promise me we will have more Rough Dom Tae X MC in MV 🥹 I literally need that 🥹

Plus I apologize for any grammatical error 😂 my head is dizzy today

🌺

JDJAJFGAJ I LOVE HOW YOU WENT FULL ON "i discovered something" HAHAH HONESTLY THOUGH I GET YOU FAJDFJA MY BITE KINK AND BLOOD KINK WAS QUAKING AJFDJF

Tae just showed how much he care and love her and that he wouldn't dare or esitate to punish whoever hurt her or in this case bite her, or he wouldn't mind of showing whose she belongs too 👀

this is such an interesting point of view to see this situation. That under all his mess and chaos and questionable actions, Taehyung's confused and hurt feelings were shining through. mmhm interesting indeed

I'm so broken for Yoongi 😭😭 imagine how he must feel rn now that he knows just how deep Tae and OC actually go NO I CANT THINK ABOUT IT IM SO SAD

and I fear that Yoongi for this might be a little distant at first from her, like as if he has to elaborate what was happening behind is back all of that time...

me too holy, I also fear that 😭😭

Promise me we will have more Rough Dom Tae X MC in MV 🥹 I literally need that 🥹

maybe who knows, not me ;)

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #🌺 anon

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Make It Through The Night (Part 3)

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Summary: The reader meets Dean’s friend, Benny, but everything isn’t as smooth sailing as it seems...

Masterlist

Pairing: Apocalypse!Dean x reader

Square: Dean Winchester

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: langauge, minor violence

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo

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“Morning sunshine,” said Dean as you walked into the kitchen. “Eggs and rice for breakfast.”

“It’s hot. I ain’t complaining,” you said, fixing your arm in it’s sling.

“You change your bandages out yet?” he asked. You yawned and nodded, taking a seat at the counter. “Ever been shot before?”

“No. Hurts like a bitch,” you said, looking around. “So where’s the rice come from?”

“One of the largest rice distribution plants is about twenty minutes down the road. I stocked up,” he said.

“Smart move,” you said. “So where the hell am I exactly? This place I mean.”

“Short version, there used to be these guys, Men of Letters. My grandpa was one. This was their base of operations. They got wiped out in the fifties though,” said Dean. “They used to research monsters, how to kill them, that sort of thing. Through a very long series of events which started long before I was born, I wound up being raised by a hunter, my dad. Along with Sam. Hunters used to kill monsters back when the world was normal and no one knew about this stuff. After my dad died, it was me and Sam for a while and a whole bunch of other bad shit happened and then he got on demon blood and we went our separate ways. I ended up meeting my grandpa who traveled through time before he died and he told me about this place. It’s safe from monsters, demons, you name it. It runs itself. There’s a bunch of information in that library that might be useful. It’s pretty...I lost you at the time traveling grandpa, didn’t I.”

“If that’s the short version, I can’t imagine the long,” you said, resting your head against your palm. “You’re serious?”

“My life’s always been strange. Everyone else finally caught up a year ago,” he said.

“It’s completely safe here?” you asked.

“I mean, nothing is completely safe but it’s probably the safest place on the planet,” he said.

“Good,” you said, closing your eyes. “I could do with someplace safe.”

“It’s not pretty out there. The world now I mean,” he said, handing you a plate, your eyes fluttering open.

“Those guys were probably going to sell me to a monster...or a demon. It seems to be the hot commodity,” you said.

“Speaking of which, after breakfast, you’re gonna have to get tatted up,” said Dean.

“Um, what?” you said as you started to eat.

“Tattoo,” he said, pulling aside his flannel and t shirt, showing off a tattoo on his chest. “Anti-possession. A demon can’t take over your body that way.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s probably good to have,” you said. “You know how to do tattoo’s?”

“Personally, no but one of my friends should be getting back home soon. He was out on a supply run,” said Dean.

“Oh. Cool,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said, poking at his food. “I thought about last night, what we talked about, what you said. You’re right. I can’t kill Sam. I never could. I don’t want to kill him. It’s my job to fucking protect him. I’m not going to give up on him. I want to try to talk to him, figure out how to catch him and get him off of the demon blood, get rid of his powers. That’s the only option. I know you offered but I won’t go down that road.”

“No killing Sam. Okay,” you said with a nod. “We’ll figure something out then.”

“Thank you,” said Dean.

Thirty minutes later you were in the library trying to figure out some basics about demons when the front door opened and man in combat gear came walking down the stairs with a box.

“I found you extremely stale gummy bears. You’re welcome,” said the man, setting the box down on the war room table, staring at you. “Cher.”

“What?” you asked, glancing at Dean.

“It’s a nickname thing he does. Y/N, this is Benny. Ex-vampire I met in purgatory. Benny, this is Y/N. Met her yesterday when a few unscrupulous fellas were on my property again,” said Dean.

“Vampire,” you said, instinctively getting out of your seat and taking a few steps back.

“Ex-vampire,” said Dean as he flipped through a book. “He doesn’t bite.”

“Unless you’re into that,” he smiled, flashing you a wink.

“Dude. I get that the dating pool is limited but-”

“Excuse, Dean,” said Benny, ruffling his hair as he went past and took a seat. “He’s a worrier. Plus it’s fun to tease him. He’s totally into you anyways.”

You blinked slowly, Dean giving Benny a bitchface.

“Let’s not scare off the first company we’ve had in oh, months? Hm?” said Dean.

“Ignoring the purgatory part of that sentence for right now, how does one become an ex-vampire?” you asked, staring at Benny.

“Ordinarily there’s a cure but it only works if the person has never tasted human blood and if you have the fang of the vamp that turned you. Benny though...well when we got out of purgatory, he was still a vamp,” said Dean.

“I was almost at the point of asking Deano to end it for me. I knew I would break and hurt someone. But the world decided to go to shit and I drank from an infected person. I got really sick. Majorly sick,” said Benny, peeling off his boots and kicking up his feet in a nearby chair.

“We tried the cure, figured what the hell and now Benny is as human as the day he was born,” said Dean. “He’s like really fucking old by the way.”

“Shut up,” said Benny, pushing Dean’s face, a smile popping up on it for a moment. “So ex-vampire. No need to be afraid.”

“Alright,” you said as you sat back down.

“What’s with the chicken wing?” asked Benny, nodding at you.

“Shot yesterday. Graze on the arm, through and through in the shoulder,” said Dean, flipping through his book again. “Y/N’s gonna stay here, help with the Sam situation.”

“Good. We could always use a few more hands,” said Benny.

“How many hands are there?” you asked.

“There’s a network of hunters out there. It’s not huge but it’d be useful to get close to Sam,” said Dean. “Plan’s changed by the way, Benny. We take him alive and cure him or it’s the end of us.”

“Whatever you want, brother,” said Benny, standing up with a sigh. “I’ve been on the road all night. I’m gonna shower and crash before I have to head out again.”

“I’ll need a tat done before you go. Gonna stick around more than a day for once?” asked Dean.

“I’ll be here a few days. I know you miss this pretty face, Deano,” he said. Dean rolled his eyes and Benny wandered off down a different hall.

“So purgatory...no one can ever say you have not led a full life,” you said. Dean chuckled and leaned back in his seat.

“Full of horrors. But yeah, I suppose you’re right. It’s been interesting,” he said.

“Did you like...die,” you said, Dean cocking his head. “Purgatory.”

“No. Accidentally wound up there when I killed a special kind of monster. I met up with Benny there. We found a way out together,” said Dean. “Just because a monster is a monster...they can be your friend too. I got a buddy who’s a werewolf actually.”

“Here I thought study abroad would make me exciting,” you said. Dean smiled and slid over his book to you.

“Read this one. It’ll give you some good info. We’ll go over some good ways to kill demons maybe later in the week,” he said.

“I’m not a soldier. I don’t know...everything I know, I picked up on my own,” you said.

“I’m pretty confident in your abilities,” he said. “We don’t have to go after Sam this second. Something like this, we need to know our game plan first and I don’t even know where to start so focus on healing and training a bit for now.”

“Alright,” you said, Benny cutting back in wearing nothing but his boxers.

“Dude. We have a lady in the house now,” said Dean.

“She can walk around in her underwear too. I don’t care,” said Benny, going to the box and pulling out a bottle of soap.

“You and your old spice you freak,” said Dean.

“Don’t knock it,” said Benny. “There’s some shaving cream in there too in case you decide to shave that peach fuzz.”

“Asshole,” said Dean as Benny laughed, carrying the box away with him.

“I like the beard,” you said with a shrug.

“See, brother? Match made in heaven right here,” he said.

“Oh shut up,” said Dean. “Go get clean. You smell filthy.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, whistling as he went.

“Sorry. He’s a bit...Benny sometimes,” said Dean.

“I like him,” you said, glancing through the pages.

“You actually like the beard?” he asked. Your eyes glanced over and met his, noticing just how pretty of a green they were.

“It suits you. You look like some badass or something,” you said. He smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Oh my God. I can only handle one man-child at a time.”

“Speaking of badasses, you’ll need some new gear. I’ll take a look around in storage,” he said. “Also, I am so not a man-child.”

“Gummy bears?” you said with a smile.

“Touche,” he said, grabbing his notebook and jogging up into the library. “You get bored of reading come find me. I’m sure we can find something for you to work on.”

“Hey,” said Dean a few hours later. You let out a hiss and grit your teeth, Benny wiping off your bicep. “How’d she do?”

“She was good,” he said. “Barely made a peep.”

“How’s it look?” you asked.

“Good,” said Dean. “It’s just a precaution we have to take.”

“No, it’s fine. I probably should have gone with the right arm is all,” you said, wincing a bit.

“Come on you two. Dinner’s done,” said Dean. You followed him back down the hall while Benny turned off the equipment. Dean plopped a bottle of pills in front of you at the table. You shook your head and he took two out, putting them on your plate. “Y/N. Take the pain meds. It’s fine.”

“So you come up with anything today?” you asked as Benny joined you, diving into his bowl of stew.

“Maybe. I was thinking Ben, we could retrofit the dungeon, turn it into a holding cell, detox chamber kind of thing,” said Dean.

“It could work. How we get him inside is another problem,” said Benny.

“Do you think you could work on gathering materials, figuring out the best way to build a safe room?” asked Dean.

“I can think of something. I’ll head up North, visit Donna. She’s good with that sort of thing,” said Benny.

“So are you two an item yet or are you still living in denial?” asked Dean, giving him a smirk.

“Who? Me and Donna?” scoffed Benny. “No way. Strictly platonic. We both been burned before.”

“I know about the camping store incident,” smirked Dean. “Benny bear.”

“Fine. We’re dating. You girls gonna chat about this too?” he said, crossing his arms.

“Maybe. We do love to talk about boys and braid our hair,” teased Dean. “Nah, man, that’s great. You and Donna make a good team. Tactically.”

“Shut up. Worse than a high school girl,” said Benny. “You see what I’ve been dealing with during the end of the world?”

“Is she cute?” you asked, Benny throwing up his hands.

“Oh yeah,” said Dean with a laugh. “Donna’s a pretty girl. Sweet as can be but she’s tough. She and Jody…”

He trailed off and pursed his lips, Benny nodding.

“Jody didn’t make it,” said Benny. “Demons. If you guys are all set, I’m gonna head out soon.”

“You travel at night?” you asked.

“Safer actually,” said Dean. “Most of the infected people, they still sleep for some reason. Benny can get up to Sioux falls by dawn pretty good this way.”

“Write down any gear you think you may need,” he said, finishing off his drink before he took off.

“Why is he leaving already?” you asked. “He just got here this morning.”

“He has a job to do and I told it to him,” said Dean. “Benny moves at his own pace. If he wants to go tonight, he can go, I won’t baby him.”

“Doesn’t he want to rest?”

“Benny crashed most of the day. He’s good,” said Dean. “Unlike you. Early bedtime tonight.”

“What are you, my mother?” you mumbled.

“Do I need to be?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and went back to your food, Dean finishing his off before he started to pick up.

You closed your eyes and rested your head against the table.

“I feel funny,” you said. “Did you drug me?”

“It’s the pain med’s, dumbass. They’re kicking in. It’s pretty strong stuff,” he said. He walked over and sat you upright. “Finish your food and then you can sleep.”

“Or you drugged me,” you said, reaching for your knife. Dean quickly knocked it away and you pulled the gun out of the back of his pants. He froze as you turned off the safety.

“Y/N. Calm down. No one’s going to hurt you,” said Dean.

“Back up,” you mumbled. He stared at you before you were suddenly on the floor, gun back in his hands.

“Are you infected?” he asked, aiming the gun at you. “Are you?”

“Whoa,” said Benny as he came rushing back in. “What the hell is going on in here?”

“She thinks I drugged her which is insane,” said Dean.

“This ain’t pain medication, dip shit,” you said, flipping him off as you propped yourself up against the wall, the cold floor making you shiver. “Fuck you. You’re the one that’s nuts, not me.”

“You’re both idiots,” said Benny. He walked over to you and reached behind his back, a pair of restraints around your wrists. You shoulder would have been killing you if it weren’t for the drugs. “I drugged her.”

“Excuse me,” said Dean, suddenly lowering the gun and tucking it away. “You did what, Benjamin?”

“I heard of this chick, the second you said her name I knew who she was. She knows Sam.”

You shook your head when Dean slowly turned and stared you down.

“I don’t. I swear,” you said.

“I definitely heard of some demon talking about this chick right here and Sam,” said Benny.

“You’re thinking an inside job?” asked Dean, pulling the gun out again.

“Possibly. Could be a human that decided to side with what she thinks is the winning side,” said Benny. “Could be a lot of things but point is, we can’t trust her.”

You were too tired to say anything more, simply sat there and shut your eyes, trying not to think of how odds are you wouldn’t be waking up again.

“Y/N,” said Dean. You breathed slowly, Dean’s hand on your shoulder shaking you. “Y/N. You with Sam or not?”

Last thing you remembered you slumped over, straight to the ground.

“Hey,” said Dean. Something wet was on your forehead, a washcloth if you had to guess. It took a moment for you to get your bearings, finding yourself in your room strangely. “Relax. You’re okay.”

“Drugged me,” you said, frowning at him, pushing the washcloth away. “Asshole.”

“Benny made a mistake,” said Dean.

“I wanna go,” you said, shutting your eyes, head swimming. “Let me go.”

“You can go. Just let this stuff get out of your system first,” said Dean. He took the cloth away and you scowled when he put it back. “I’ll make up your bag for you.”

Four hours later you were standing in the garage, trying to get your bag on unsuccessfully.

“Y/N,” said Dean quietly. “Maybe you should stay.”

“Maybe you need better friends,” you said, throwing the bag on, immediately shooting a hand to your shoulder. You sniffled and swallowed hard, giving Dean a dirty look when he stared at you. “What?”

“We both know that if you go out in your condition, the first sign of trouble and you’re dead,” he said.

“What do you care?” you said. You tried heading out but the pain was too much and you had to shrug off the backpack.

“Something is going on. Benny was adamant that he heard something involving you. I was adamant that whatever your part in this is, you aren’t the bad guy,” said Dean. “You know how it is now. You can’t take chances and Benny wasn’t taking one. But I will.”

You sighed and set the bag down.

“Why?” you asked dryly.

“Because you’re not the bad guy. If you want to go, you can go. Or you can stay and recover and maybe you can help me save my brother.”

You spun around and went past him, heading inside.

“Next time something like that happens, I shoot. No questions asked,” you said. “And don’t think I didn’t realize you put a brick in the bottom of my bag.”

“Welcome back, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

#supernatural #spngenrebingo #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn #au #apocalypse au #bearded!dean #apocalypse!dean x reader

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undead-notunreasonable · 4 years

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Happy Drac-O-Ween || Part 21 of 31 ||

It was now Elizabeth that was chained to a bed, though not as awkward or isolated as the one she held Count Dracula in. Vlad wanted her eradicated all together, but Dracula wiped away that idea with the fact that she was a close friend but they also try and show her that their plans for the world were not as terrifying as she thought it out to be, that there was no shame in being who you are not what you are. Dracula stood in the doorway, watching the older vampire as she lay asleep, no doubt in his mind that she would freak when she awoke to find herself captured. Tit for tat he supposed. Cold lips came to press as the back of his neck, a soft scratch of stubble to accompany it also.

"Come to the living room," Vlads voice was husky as he spoke into Draculas ear from behind "We have plans to make. I don't want to risk her being near." Hearing the footsteps pat on the floorboards indicated that Vlad was walking away, seemingly keen to get his plans underway.

Dracula gave a final look to Elizabeth, half wondering if holding her against her will was a good idea. But the chance to force yourself into humans lives and leave them feeble was greater. He lightly closed the bedroom door with only but a click, then made his way downstairs into the living room, admiring the way Vlad had himself already draped like a sleepy kitten on the sofa, eyes watching the fireplace. How strange how this was how the pair had shared their intimate moments centuries ago, and here they were together, everything vastly different. Was having him around making him question his every step of having him around making him yearn for the past? He barely had time to think when the man's gaze met his at last.

"Do you have any ideas on how to execute our plan?" His voice sounded deep and commanding, just as it was during the war.

Dracula gave a pinch to the bridge of his nose, falling into an accompanying armchair. "First off, we need to take out any kind of hindrance." He sighed as he worked through his thoughts.

"What hindrance would there be? It's humans, they easily be taken out."

"No, it's not just humans, it's a team of humans. The Jonathan Harker Foundation. Kept me in one of their high tech glass cages for a short while, fed me human food & gave me a chemical toilet." He gagged at the memory. Vlad looked on at him, confused by this information. Dracula let out a small huff of a sigh, going on to further his point "They're a secret government organisation, specialising in researching people like us. I was just a myth until they found me lying at the bottom of a seabed. They seem to have their eyes and ears everywhere but not close enough that they've not questioned me about the disappearance of three people already, so they're not as much a threat but they could be. I can pay them away with my lawyer if need be, but we need them gone all together." He cleared his throat, biting the back of his thumb as he processed everything once more.

"Can't we just go in, you and I like old times, and slaughter everyone there?" Vlad purred, the suggestion of murder made something shine lovingly in his eyes.

"We could if this was Târgoviste & 1462." Dracula laughed back in his seat, eyeing up the ceiling as he remembered the Night Attack. "No, it would gain far too much press and ruin everything for us. The world has news at its fingertips, videos would leak out, the world would burn itself to the ground, there'd be nothing left for us. That's not what we want, we want the world to still exist for us." He gave the man a warm smile, imagining the pair of them living in solace together. "We need to defund them, that's how you eradicate an organisation these days."

Vlad sat up then, gripping and rubbing at the arm of the seat, very much like he used to when he sat upon a throne, it was a tell tale sign that he was happy with a plan and itching to execute it. "Who is giving them the money?"

"I don't know." Dracula replied flatly.

"How can you not know? How can you conjure up this plan and have nothing more to make it happen?" Vlad spat in a sudden burst of anger, his Wallachian accent thicker in his upset.

But Dracula was used to his sudden outbursts like this, un-phased yet still relaxed "I don't know whose funding the organisation but we can find out."

Vlad looked taken back then "How do you propose we do that?"

Draculas chin jutted toward the window, pointing it to the street "Haven't you noticed all the unseen undead roaming about the streets? It's October, it's their time to come home." His tongue ran along his lower lip in thought "And you're very lucky that I bonded with one before her death. Well, second death."

"What makes you think she would help you now, given that you've killed her twice?"

"She's a vain little thing. We can pander to her ego."

A smirk played at Vlads lips "I can see why you two got on." Before giving out a low chuckle.

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majingojira · 4 years

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Spider-Man Real-Time Aging Timeline

I’ve been asked to get on my crazy again with this, this time for Spider-Man. Well, here goes and boy, this is about to get WEIRD! A lot of this IS based on Spider-Man: Life Story, so if you are wondering about something, refer to that.

Because there’s a LOT of Spider-Man events out there, I couldn’t include them all without going totally nuts. If you have a question about them, ask! Though beware, “The writers made that up” is a possible explanation. 1946 - Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson, Jessica Drew, Luke Cage, “Flash” Thompson, and Gwen Stacy born. 1947 - Peter’s Parents die under somewhat mysterious circumstances. His Aunt May and Uncle Ben Parker take him in.

1950 - Julia Carpenter born. 1962 - Peter Parker, 16 years old, invents a quick-drying temporary adhesive with properties similar to spider silk as an entry in a science fair (with hopes of catching someone’s eye to sell the invention to in order to aid his aunt and uncle). Unfortunately, one of the other entries was a might volatile and explodes. Peter is caught in the blast radius and injured. Worse, while on the ground an escaped Tarantula bites his hand in its panic. Peter recovers, but the incident was quite traumatic, and he associated everything that followed with that spider.

When he recovers, he finds himself stronger, faster, and tougher than he was before, and more ‘aware’ of his surroundings. Worse, he was ‘seeing’ things before they happened. He doesn’t know what to do with these abilities at first but is inspired by seeing the masked wrestler El Santo perform on TV. He hits on the idea of fighting for money with a masked identity. It goes rather well, but we know how this song and dance goes by now.

After his, he invents gloves and boots to better help him climb across surfaces, as well as web-shooters for ranged entrapment. He soon figured out web-swinging from there. And thus, Spider-Man was born! But what did cause his powers to awaken? It goes back a few hundred years. One of the greatest swordsmen of all time was a man named Zatoichi. Upon learning of this man, one of the greatest criminal masterminds of all time (Fu Manchu) attempted to re-create this man’s skills. This eventually led to the creation of the Nanjin, a sect of Warrior Monks who ritually blinded themselves to “See With the Heart”. Over time, The Devil Doctor did his best to be eugenic about the subject, but random mutation is going to random. Peter Parker his the jackpot with his genes. Upon suffering a horrendous injury, an epigenetic response kicked in and he became as they were--more in fact with an enhanced musculature and reaction time on top of it. How strong is he? Well, starting out, he was a very athletic human, far more so for his size and weight. After fighting and working out for a few years, he could give some species of vampire a go without much problem. Especially with his “spider-sense”.

And yes, Daredevil is a trained Nanjin. Obviously.

Also, this year, Jessica Drew is the only survivor of a car crash into a chemical truck that kills her family. With no one to watch her, she is kidnapped and experimented on by HYDRA. 1962-1966 - Many of Spider-Man’s classic rogues appear in this timeframe. Notable oddities about them based on what people assume are as follows: Vulture’s ‘flight harness’ was based on the old Doc Savage designed Rocket Pack, most famously employed by the Rocketeer (Cliff Seacord) back in the Late 30s/Early 40s; Otto Octavius is a Cthulhu Cultist; The Sandman is a person who absorbed a juvenile Founder/Changeling and gained some semblance of their shapeshifting abilities; The Lizard is likely tied to the experiments which created the “Alligator Man” of Bayou Landing (The Alligator People); Electro is one of several known “Electrical Mutants” -- people who were born with an electro-kinetic ability.

1964 - Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin.

1965 - Peter Parker meets Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy.

1966 - Flash Thompson goes to Vietnam.

1969 - The death of George Stacy, Gwen Stacy’s Father.

1972 - Giant-Size Spider-Man #2 - Spider-Man and Shang-Chi team up against Shang’s Father, Fu Manchu.

Peter Parker marries Gwen Stacy. 1973 - Giant-Size Spide-Man #1 - Spider-Man tangles with (a) Dracula.

1974 - Giant-Size Spider-Man #3 - Spider-Man helps resolve a case started by Doc Savage in 1934.

Flash Thompson comes back from Vietnam with a wife, Sha-Shan Nguyen-Thompson, but without his legs.

Jessica Drew escapes Hydra’s indoctrination and tries to make headway as a hero on her own as “Spider-Woman”. It does not go well.

1975 - Marvel Team-Up #36-37 - Spider-Man meets Frankenstein’s Monster. Superman vs. the Amazing Spider-Man - Spider-Man is tricked into fighting the legendary Superman by the machinations of Otto Octavius and Lex Luthor. They eventually team up and stop the malcontents. 1976 - Jessica Drew decides to re-invent herself as the heroine “Jewel” since her powers really have very little to do with Spiders. 1977 - Professor Miles Warren’s plan of making Gwen Stacy his own via “cloning” is exposed by the ‘new’ Green Goblin, Harry Osborn. Unfortunately, tat technology is over a decade away, and his “Clone” is more “Human Meat Puppet” and rather horrifying. In the conflagration/confrontation, he and Gwen Stacy are killed. Harry Osborn disappears for a time... Mary Jane Watson-Osborn and Peter Parker comfort each other over their mutual losses.

Jessica Drew finds herself under the thrall of a mind-mage known as “The Purple Man.” The thrall is eventually broken, but though she manages to recover, it leaves scars.

1978 - Marvel Team-Up #79 - Thanks to a mystical malady, Spider-Man battles Kulan Gath, and things could have ended up badly for him, if not for the revelation that Mary-Jane Watson was a descendant of Red Sonja of Hyrkania. Touching an artifact allowed the She-Devil to manifest in the present and aid Spider-Man in taking down her ancient foe.

Spider-Man first encounters the blind seer Madame Web.

Birth of Samuel Thompson to Flash and Sha-Shan Thompson.

Jessica Drew takes up two new identities, Knightress (for about 5 minutes) and Jessica Jones to distance herself from what happened.

1980 - Marvel Treasury Edition #28 - Spider-Man manages to accidentally thwart the plans of Doctor Doom, to turn the monster known as Parasite into a massive energy storage device after it drained the life force from the Hulk, Superman, and Wonder Woman.

Secret War - Spider-Man is one of the many people invited to this decade’s Mortal Kombat tournament. Unfortunately for Shao Khan, so is Superman (Clark Kent), and he utterly wrecks the event, making the whole thing a wash, forcing Shao Khan to wait another decade to continue his win streak. The monstrous being known as “Venom” follows Spider-Man from Outworld. One of the people taken in by this is a survivor of “The Shop”, Julia Carpenter. Taking a cue from Spider-Man, she dubs herself Spider-Woman (II).

Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson marry.

Mattie Franklin born.

1981 - Marvel Team-Up #111-112 - Spider-Man has a time-traveling adventure featuring King Kull, battling against Valusian Serpent-Men. Marvel Team-Up Annual #5 - Spider-Man has more adventures with the Serpent-Men and their ancient enemies, Kull and Conan.

1982 - The monster “Venom” reveals himself. Its first host is Eddie Brock.

May “Mayday” Parker is born.

1983 - The Venom creature spawns, creating the horror known as Carnage. It goes on to spawn more Symbiotes. Jessica Jones has a child with Luke Cage (Daniel Cage) and later marries him. 1984 - Spider-Man and Batman: Disordered Minds - Spider-Man and Batman (III) team-up.

Kraven’s Last Hunt occurs.

Cindy Moon, the grandaughter of Flash Thompson, born.

1985 - Batman/Spider-Man - Batman and Spider-Man team up once again.

1988 - Anya Corazon born.

1990 - Julia Carpenter retires as Spider-Woman, Madame Web begins recruiting her as a replacement for herself.

1991 - Richard Wentworth jr., the descendant of the pulp-era anti-hero known as The Spider takes to the streets, and takes umbrage with the ‘pretender’ that is Peter Parker. He and Peter clash several times over the next few years, and the comic industry uses the presence of a ‘second Spider” to inflate the “Clone Saga” to ridiculous levels.

Thanks to developments from InGen being stolen when the company was liquidated in 1990, Efforts to Clone Spider-Man go forward under multiple groups. The results are nicknamed “Kaine” but artificial again technology doesn’t exist, so it wouldn’t bear fruit for many years.

1993 - May Parker Sr. passes away.

1995 - Richard Wentworth jr. goes to more volatile places around the world to sate his bloodlust.

Miles Morales born.

1996 - Gwen Stacy (II), niece of Gwen Stacy (via Gabriel Stacy) is born.

Mattie Franklin, a half-demon with arachnid affinities decided to become “Spider-Woman”. Her desire to prove herself causes quite a few problems.

1998 - Mayday Parker has her first outing as Spider-Girl under her parent's noses. After a few of these outings, she catches Mattie Franklin’s attention, who challenges her to a “Title Fight.” Mattie loses and chooses to go by “The Scarlet Spider” for a time afterward.

Benjamin Parker is born to Peter and Mary Jane Parker.

Cindy Moon is identified by the Nanjin and is kidnapped for ‘training’ by them. She ends up with a similar condition to Peter Parker.

2000 - Peter Parker retires from being Spider-Man and working Biotech to become a teacher at his old High School. Mayday Parker takes over properly as Spider-Girl.

2003 - Anya Corazon is kidnapped by the tattered remains of the organization known as Shocker and partly transformed into a quasi-magical cyborg super-soldier by them. She is rescued before she could be brainwashed by Kamen Rider (Kamen Rider Spirits). She takes her new ‘gift’ and becomes known as “Arana”, though people often call her “The Other Spider-Girl” to both her and Mayday’s annoyance.

2004 - Mattie Franklin dies battling drug-runners.

2005 - Samuel Thompson becomes bonded to the “Venom” Symbiot (or a facsimile thereof) by the U.S. Government. Dubbed “Agent Venom” he works with them as he furthers his military career.

Julia Carpenter takes over formally as Madame Web on the original’s passing.

2009 - Miles Morales is bitten by a spider carrying an attempt to create a retroviral payload to make Nanjin Adepts. He nearly dies from the venom, but it works -- with an added perk or two.

2011 - Miles Morales becomes Spider-Man with Peter and May’s blessings.

Kaine Parker reveals his existence to Peter, but more out of obligation, as he’d rather be left alone. He is not, thanks to mystical shenanigans. Even moving to Huston doesn’t help in that regard. He dubs himself “The Scarlet Spider”.

2012 - Cindy Moon escapes the Nanjin order and goes to “Spider-Man” to help. Mayday Parker does her best to get her settled after over a decade in isolation.

2013 - The “Ghost Spider” appears, and is eventually revealed to be Gwen Stacy (II), niece and namesake of the Gwen Stacy Peter knew. She is ‘accepted’ by the family, but has been through quite a lot and is often chastised for making bad decisions.

2018 - Miles Morales has his mind swapped with that of the extremely aged Otto Octavius via a dark ritual.

2019 - Miles Morales is freed of Otto’s domination of his mind. However, the Grand-Nephew of Otto Octavius (name currently unknown) begins causing him problems, dubbing himself the “Superior Spider-Man.”

#Spider-Man #Chronology #Timeline #Peter Parker #Mary Jane Watson #Crossover #Crossover Timeline #Miles Morales #Anya Corazon #Cindy Moon #Kaine Parker #Jessica Drew #Jessica Jones #Gwen Stacy #Ghost Spider #Julia Carpenter

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hadesims · 5 years

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stinky trashman TOOTH VENEZUELA

what’s up gays here’s this asshole

has the soulmate aspiration, will show up at ur sims house just to flirt w their mom bc he has mommy issues

traits are noncommittal, naturally stinky (cc), and music lover

wants to be a singer-songwriter ans is actually not bad but he always shows up to gigs high and leaves drunk so no one calls him back ://

when he was 6 years old he tried to eat glass and his dad wasn’t watching which is where his gnarly scar is from (it probably needed stitches)

ok enough on to the stupid amount of cc

hair: billy hair by @okruee | sideburns by @qwertysims | fatal eyebrows by @noctoro

makeup: body blush by @simandy | more blush (i didn’t realize but this is actually the blush from slice of life mod so i’ve reuped it myself dlfkj) (if the creator wants it taken down, i will) by @kawaiistaciemods | eyeshadow (rly a 3rd eyebag he’s tired ok) by @dirtsims | eyeliner (only needed for party/formal looks) by @pixelore | nose highlight by @alexaarr

tattoos: vampire bite (wow forgot i gave him this whoops) (he’s not a vamp but he sure is “friends” with one) by @wyattssims | bitten tattoo (friends in low places lmaoo) (this isn’t super necessary) by @faaeish | fullbody tats and face tats by @savagesimbaby

everyday clothes: amazing shirt (a*fly warning for the mesh) by @honeydewsimss | jeans (a*fly) (i used alpha jeans i’m so sorry to my maxis hoes i still love u) (also this is a whole set of pants feel free to substitute) by @gorillax3 | bg earring recolor by @lyriumsims | nose ring (i meant to only use the small one but i slipped a big one in somewhere dang it) by @weepingsimmer | shoes by @theslyd

*every outfit is dressed except cold/hot weather (he just wears the boxers) bc i don’t have seasons lmao. he’s got his lashes and earrings and stuff on tho

WOW OK that was too much CC but also @daisy-glasses and @kitsugarden thank u angels for asking abt tooth and inspiring me to make him

EDIT: I FORGOT HIS ACTUAL TRAY FILES XKJSJS DL TOOTH HERE

#ts4 #ts4 sim download #ts4 sim dl #the sims 4 #the sims #ok...#.mine #Tooth Venezuela #.downloads

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zombriekid · 6 years

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“A Drunk Man’s Words...” [Alucard/Gender Neutral Reader]

Series: Hellsing

Summary: “...are a sober man’s thoughts.” aka you shove your whole foot in your mouth while drinking with alucard.

Warning: dialogue about virginity and sex; brief mentions of sexual activity (nothing explicit, however)

“Is vampirism really determined by virginal status?”

It’s over a bottle of wine that this question finds its bravery.

The drink itself has some boujee French name that you can’t even hope to pronounce, and its age dates back at least fifty years before you were born- probably worth twice as much as you too. And though your palette is accustomed to the four dollars a bottle variety the wine’s color reminds you of your drinking companion and admittedly it’s rather damn tasty, fruity and light and sits sweetly on the back of your tongue, so when the drink was offered you accepted a glass graciously.

Then you accepted another glass, followed by one more... three and a half glasses in and you’re ready to discuss all of the subjects that are considered conversational taboo where you’re from. Instead of politics and religion, however, you opt for something He’s a tad more familiar with than most.

The stemless crystal pauses a hair’s width away from His lips, and though He doesn’t spare you a glance it’s obvious that you have His attention. Obvious in the way the slight heat of His breath fogs the clear, glossy surface just a little, obvious in the way His scarlet eyes seem to flit over the scene of the drink, and in the way the arch of His brow tugs up in tandem with a broad shoulder.

“That’s the theory, though I suspect that there are more conditions beyond one’s sexual experience.” Alucard replies, His tone suggesting an air of casual aloofness. “It seems that it’s the most plausible, however.”

From the back of your throat comes a thoughtful hum before you wash it down with more wine. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Him do the same, though far more elegantly due to the fact that you can’t even hear Him sip, and you take this moment to... consider Him.

Consider His impossibly long legs, and how one crosses over the other with such poise- trapped, caged, restrained by them; consider the generous expanse of His chest, nearly too large for the dark vest that conforms around His slim waist- on top, weighing down, or underneath, firm support; how slender His fingers are, artistic, almost like spider legs in the way they curl around the glass’ globe- gripping flesh, neck, in between thighs- pianist fingers; you watch the sharp cut of His chin tilt back to allow more sour grapes to pour down His milk white throat- which bobs with every subtle gulp. Your drunken brain craves the visuals of clean bed sheets and sticky skin and the weight of His body, and it doesn’t tell you to peel the dried layers of skin from your lips with your teeth but you do it anyways cause it’s hot and stuffy in this room and you’re wearing far too much clothing.

Alucard is... attractive. Terrifying, and awful, but attractive nonetheless.

This is a reality that you’ve come to accept, yet even on your best days do you refuse to let that thought linger, refuse to let it fester and chafe your already confused emotions. However, now... here, in a recreation room with plush cushions at your back and a bottle at your side, you might be tempted to...

...maybe it’s the wine talking, or maybe it’s the sharp peak of His large aristocratic nose... but you’re attracted to Him. Sober Murray would deny that, shut that shit down immediately and remind yourself of all of the torment He’s hurled you way, however you’re not sober Murray right now. You’re drunk Murray, and drunk Murray can only think about how well versed this creature is in salacious pleasure.

Wait... is He? He has to be- well, no, He doesn’t have to be, just seems like He would be. How much experience does He have? Does He have any?

...is He still, and you hesitate to ask yourself this because the concept of “virginity” makes your eyes roll, but is He still a virgin?

When your mind, unfortunately, finalizes that thought it supplies you with the following information: Alucard is looking at you, direct eye contact being made and maintained, with the drink in His lap and both of His dark brows pushing into His hairline.

He looks... shocked? Which in turn surprises you cause you ain’t never seen Him caught off guard before. Perhaps you’re wrong? After all what could be so alarming to startle fucking Alucard?

The corners of His lips twitch as the rest of His handsome face relaxes, red eyes no longer the size of dinner plates, and He regards you with a quiet, droning chuckle. “And why do you wish to know that, little hunter?”

...what? Know what? Did you ask Him something? What did you ask Him?!

Ya asked if He’s a virgin, jackass, whatever remains of your sobriety reminds you, and though you could’ve swore that all of that internal dialogue was just that, in your head, apparently your sloshed brain is slower than your mouth and now you’ve opened up rather personal dialogue with a very powerful vampire.

It’s time to back-pedal kiddo and you had better be quick about it.

“W-well you’re vampire,” you blurt, ears and cheeks and neck feeling hot. “And if virginity is the determining factor here than obviously you were before, and I’m just curious if you are still.”

The eye contact doesn’t break; you notice that His are moving, studying, though never leaving you, and your memory jogs with the numerous instances you’ve suffered when you have had His absolute, unwavering attention. Instincts haywire, brain sending confusing signals to gut because neither can determine what the threat genuinely is, heart pumping so rapidly that it nearly seems like it’s not even beating... In all twenty six years of your human existence you’ve never encountered anyone or anything that’s tapped so intimately into your primal monkey brain, so when He finally removes His graze it honestly feels like a tremendous weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. Crisis averted, Murray.

“To answer your question, no I am not a virgin,” Alucard says. Not one moment later, a smirk slithers across His lips until it blows out into a full grin, and it’s wide enough to reach from one ear to the other, and any relief you’ve might have felt starts to fade. “Now that I’ve indulged you...” He glances at you out of the corner of His eye, “... it’s only fair that you return the favor.”

There’s a heavy pressure wrapped around your right shoulder, a hand, judging by the fingers squeezing tight on your collarbone and the thumb gripping the back of your neck. It’s not coming from your vampiric fantasy companion- He’s still sitting in the lone chair, one hand cradling His nearly empty wine glass and the other on an armrest- yet instinctively, whether it be from generations of evolution or from years of mediumship, you know that somehow He’s involved.

This is confirmed when you watch Him lean forward in His chair, fangs on display, and a small puff of hot air ghosts across the corner of your jaw.

The gasp that’s forced out of your chest isn’t born from fear.

“So riddle me this, my curious little revenant.” The grasp on your shoulder stiffens a fraction, the fingertips curling into the bone while another cloud of breath passes down the pulse in your neck; His own fingers tighten around the glass, and His grin spreads some. “If I were to bite you right now...” another rush of hot air, this time on the curve of flesh and muscle that connects neck to shoulder, and you resist your body’s natural reaction to flinch, “... would you turn?”

Your lungs expand as you draw in a deep breath. A tingling sensation erupts all over your body, goosebumps from head to toe with every single fine hair standing on end, and your heart pounds away at your ribs- a response that sends blood battering into your head, into your ears. You feel dizzy. And, again it might be the wine talking, yet you’re not scared. You’re not afraid.

Drunk Murray is not afraid of Alucard.

(Well... not entirely.)

And drunk Murray wants to rise to the challenge.

It takes every inch of your spine to do this, but you manage to straighten your posture with squared shoulders and your chin tilted up. And after clearing your throat, albeit not exactly quietly, you dared to look directly in to His eyes and say “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

You didn’t think it possible but the smile stretches across His face even more; for the first time ever Alucard looks pleased with you.

a/u: strong start weak finish, that’s how i feel about this. but considering the fact that i’ve been in a writing slump as of late, along with my arm recovering from the tat session this past monday, i’m just proud that i’ve managed to finish something, ya know? also i wanted to try a slightly different writing style, along with doing a saucy piece, so hopefully you guys will like it. if ya did, then please show your support through them likes, reblogs, comments, and criticisms! and if ya wanna request something, my inbox is always open. thank you for taking the time to read this!

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heartslogos · 5 years

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newfragile yellows [665]

Theron has his arm around Ellana’s waist as she strains against him.

“I swear, I'm going to break out the harness, Ellana. The harness,” Theron threatens as Ellana tries to climb out of his arms, then over his arms, snapping her teeth as she tries to get in a bite. He handles this with great practice and ease, though he looks incredibly undignified. “Actually, I might just lock you in the basement until we can find someone who can talk some sense into you.”

Theron turns to Blackwall who’s handily standing as a wall between them and the coven of fucking vampires that’s a few yards away. “Are you absolutely certain that vampire thrall magic doesn’t work on shifters?”

Blackwall shrugs, “Ellana likes to be special.”

“You are embarrassing me on my date,” Ellana lisps out through a mouthful of fangs. “I don’t do this to you when you go out on a date.”

“Ellana, this isn’t a date, this is him — luring you into getting all of your blood sucked out of you and turning you into a walking raisin.”

“Fuck off, dog,” one of the vampires says, only halfway bothering to raise their voice because everyone present has enhanced hearing. “Bull isn’t stupid enough to drink dog blood.”

“Yeah,” another vampire says, looking Blackwall up and down as she copies his stance between the two parties, “He knows if he drinks her blood it’d kill him.”

Ellana pauses, Theron blinks in surprise, even Ellana’s date looks startled.

“It would?” Everyone asks.

The woman rolls her eyes.

“Fuck yeah. Second he gets his fangs in her pretty neck I’m willing to bet the past centuries’ worth of coven finances that this one over here would rip Bull’s head straight off of his shoulders,” she jerks her chin towards Mahanon who’s been watching this exchange from a collapsible chair he’d somehow managed to smuggle along on their near manic race to try and stop Ellana’s date with her vampire boyfriend.

Mahanon sucks obnoxiously from a bright red juice box, slouching down.

“Don’t mind me,” Mahanon says, holding up his phone with his free hand. “Just making sure that this is recorded for future pack gatherings. “Ellana pull your shirt down, one of your tats is showing and you know that it’s going to start an inter-pack war because you happened to choose dark blue instead of black. The relatives have opinions.”

“Oh, nice save,” Ellana wiggles as she pulls the back of her shirt down.

“I wasn’t going to bite Ellana,” the Iron Bull says, glaring at everyone. “I don’t bite unless requested. And she didn’t request.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Ellana says. “It was just going to be a kiss. Relax. I know almost everyone here’s done that before. Dunno about the rest of your vampire roommates, but I can attest to the rest of my pack having done some smooching in their time. I’ve smelled it on them.”

Ellana cuts a look at Blackwall, “Some idiots don’t know how to properly use a shower.”

Blackwall flushes quite prettily underneath his beard.

Theron groans, “Please stop shaming the old dog for picking up new tricks now and again.”

“I’m not shaming him for that, I’m shaming him for not figuring out scented soap.”

“So. Do you believe us now about your girlfriend being a wolf?” Herah asks as Bull sullenly stares out the car window. It’d be faster to fly back to the coven house, but if she’s got him trapped in a car then he has to listen to her talk instead of flying away while she tries to squeak at him. And talking in mist form is a complete non-starter.

“I don’t know how I missed it,” Bull says. “She doesn’t show any signs of being a wolf.”

“Her fetch instinct is through the roof,” Max says from the back seat. “Also she reeks. Your nose has to be broken. Maybe you got so many hits to the head during the war back in ye olden days and you just didn’t realize it.”

“My nose isn’t broken, Trevelyan. I can still smell the stink of the poor idiot you last fed on a few nights ago. Antivan? Coastal region? Early thirties with bleached hair.”

“Damn, you’re good. If you’re that good how did you miss the werewolf right under your nose?”

“I don’t know!” Bull repeats.

“Maybe he just really liked her,” Kaaras mumbles. “You can overlook things you don’t like in people you care about.”

“Yeah, but he skipped the learning to care about her and the general learning about her part,” Max says. “So what’s the deal with that?”

“Are you going to stop seeing her now that you know she’s a werewolf?” Herah asks.

“No,” Bull answers immediately. “I’m not speciesist. I only fought in the old wars because I didn’t know any other life.”

“To be fair, I’m pretty sure no one knew any other kind of life,” Max points out. “The way some of the older vampires talk it’s like you’d wake up in the morning, do a bit of war, take a bit off for a cup of tea, and back at it with the killing before calling it a day. Like a regular nine to five shift.”

“I’m so glad we all decided to knock that shit right off,” Herah sighs, “Damn I’m glad that it happened right before I was turned, too. I only got a little bit of that bullshit garbage happening in my undead life.”

“Is this why everyone calls me soft?” Kaaras asks, “Because I wasn’t turned during some kind of inter-species war? I was turned in time for the humans to form a solid distaste for us. Does that count?”

“No,” everyone says. Kaaras hunches his shoulders.

“I should’ve just flown home. I’m not even adding anything to this conversation.”

“You want me to crack a window for you?” Max asks.

“Nope, you’re staying right where you are because if anyone else is falling into a relationship with a werewolf I’m expecting it to be you, you big sap,” Herah says. “Consider this your preview of what’s going to happen if you do. Take it as a warning.”

“I don’t have to sit here and be lectured by you, you’re practically an infant to me.”

“And yet here you are, old man,” Herah says. “Having to get told by this infant that you’ve been dating a werewolf this entire time.”

#heartsfic #gather your party and venture forth

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angelic-guest · 2 years

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The Thigh tat being “Bite me”

Not only does he give Chad American vibe BUT ALSO, Alice and wonderland

and probably has a Tattoo of a skateboard. Google says he’s ruining the false skin, little does Google know. I’m a sucker for Tats, AND PERICINGS!

BITE ME! like that with vampire teeth. one of the tattoos is a of flower he saw one time when he took his friends, you included, skateboarding and ate shit for fun. definitely has one those cheesy infinity signs tats and a semi colon cause yeah <3 he supports, probably a rainbow tat, these are just thoughts. i'll make a proper list sometime else

#112 #angel council #angel inquiries

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thetradeway · 4 years

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Session 7

We are trying ammunition tracking, using rules about cover and partial cover, and Joe will be tracking our reputations with various groups, factions and people. Joe is immediately derailed by everyone talking over him.

We pick up with Gideon, Gunna and Melaina, the day after we left the sewers. Gideon buys the spell scroll from Gunna for 10gp. After a successful Arcana check, he discovers that it is a scroll of Tenser’s Floating Disc, a spell he almost chose as part of levelling up to level 2.

Cass is the name of the barmaid who showed us to the sewers. Gunna asks her if she knows what happened to Tarragon, Kessler and Ahleqs. Unfortunately he calls her bar-wench rather than her name, which doesn’t go down well. She says something about the graveyard, and gives him a piece of parchment to write down a note for us if we come back.

They go to the docks to look for a temple to Gunna’s god, so that he can get his illness (co-rat-a-virus - also he has gone a little deaf) taken care of. They find an open-air temple near the docks, with pillars and sails and sailors - he is looking for clergy wearing blue and silver. He finds a blue-skinned water genasi (male) handing out food to some of the down-on-their-luck sailors. (He has seen water genasi before, being a pirate.) Matthew notes that he doesn’t want to interrupt but Gunna is a different case so he barrels on over. This genasi is a wave-tamer, and is capable of this kind of healing. His name is Surge. Is Gunna a member of the temple? He waffles to the effect of no, not really. Surge will cure his injury (he’s still a bit deaf after dying) and his disease. He casts Lesser Restoration, and the sickness and deafness dissipates. He gives him a vial of salt water and says they will contact him to have the favour returned?

They go on to the market in the trade ward. Melaina offers to sell Gunna’s knick-knack, but he thinks he might keep it as it reminds him of seaside tat. It’s a monkey carved out of dark wood with gold eyes, worth 7gp.

Kessler finds them in the market, tells them about Tarragon and Ahleqs and the flower in the City of the Dead. Melaina wants to find us once they’re done in the market.

Gideon sells his named battle-axe, for less than he would have liked. Gunna finds an armour smith to sell his leather armour to. Is offered 6gp for it, asks for 10. counter offer is 8. He makes an intimidation check and gets a 21 - the smith gives him 10gp. Gunna asks about the decoration on the armour - the smith says it’s fine work, but doesn’t recognise it.

Its early evening before they head back to the Dripping Dagger - 6 or 7 pm. Their note is still on the board. Melaina still wants to look for us; Gunna suggests dinner. And a good night’s rest beforehand. Kessler doesn’t want to go; Melaina tells her she can stay behind if she’s scared.

Kessler and Gideon start arguing; Duncan ships it and I choke on my spit.

Gunna and Melaina just sort of get up and leave while they’re still fighting; Gideon, not wanting to stay with Kessler, follows; he’ll take potential ghosts in the city of the dead over an evening with a goblin.

They approach the city of the dead quite late at night, Kessler recognises the guard’s uniform. Gideon tugs on Gunna’s sleeve; he thinks this place might be h-h-h-haunted.

They meet up with Tarragon and Ahleqs, who explain what they’ve been doing. We go back to the guard who tells us about the Stump Bog, which is the direction in which the crow flew with the seed.

The watch don’t patrol as far as the Bog. It’s a nefarious place, rumoured that underworld figures of Waterdeep dump bodies there, leading to plagues etc.

We go back to the inn.

Gideon tries to transmute his pewter ale mug. Kessler complains about the price of bacon; Gideon points out that the bacon tree isn’t indigenous to the area so they probably have to import it.

Ahleqs tells a story about a group of his friends who once got stuck in a bacon tree - no wait, it was a hambush. Arf.

We go the next morning to the castle ward, and the Unmasked Lords. The guard are also based there. The Watchful Order are a guild who oversee magic use, but also fight fires, and organise magical education. The arcane magic users need to join or face hefty fines. Tarragon’s magic is divine, so it’s not covered by those rules and she doesn’t have to join. Ha!

The tower is four storeys, surrounded by a fence of green magical light. It’s a sort of ward. Gideon tries to high-five the symbol; this is a bad idea so Ahleqs helps him not die by grabbing his hand before he can touch it.

Inside the tower is a portly white Dragonborn in robes. It’s hella fancy with mosaic tiles on the floor. There are no sweets; not even a bowl of yogurt covered raisins. The Dragonborn takes the arcane magic users off to induct them. It turns out that as the only wizard, Ed gets an extra spell every time he levels up as a result of joining. The other two (Ahleqs, Kessler) get to choose a new language for joining.

We now have access to the Order’s library.

We buy a map; Kessler makes a copy.

The Stump Bog is about 60 miles (or three days) away; Melaina and Gunna lead, Tarragon brings up the rear, Ahleqs doesn’t want to get hurt so he goes in the middle somewhere.

The first night is uneventful; the second night we spot some snakes. They don’t approach, but neither do they leave.

They are a kind of vampiric snake - they usually live in the water, and when they bite they use an analgesic so you don’t notice while they drain your blood. The skins are worth selling, as is the analgesic. Sewer Worms. (?)

The following morning we can start to smell the bog - its like amsterdam on a hot summer day, or venice any time. It’s green and stagnant with stumps rising out of it, with about a foot high of fog above it. We spot a path, and in the middle is like an island with some trees rising out of it.

We decide to make for the island thing in the middle; Gunna and Melaina make a raft for Gideon, and Gideon casts Floating Disc as a ritual for Tarragon and Kessler to sit on to cross the bog. Gideon wants to know if the snakes can bite through raft; we don’t know.

There’s a lot of bollocks about Repo the Genetic Opera, then Joe disappears and none of us notice until Sophie asks a question and he doesn’t answer. How rude!

We reach the island before the hour on the Floating Disc is up. Ahleqs doesn’t notice as we cross that he is bitten by one of the snakes. He loses a hit point, and spends a minute checking himself for bites; this is an investigation check that he makes at advantage since his own body is favoured terrain. He is panicking; Tarragon hands him a fistful of reeds and tells him its a poultice. She’s not terribly convincing but he believes her, pressing the reeds to the bite.

We see something drawn on a rock - it is in Druidic. Tarragon reads it and tells the group that it says that there is danger ahead - bad, wrong magic.

Gunna is attacked by a sewer worm, kills it quickly and skins it perfectly.

We come across a witch’s hut; Melaina sneaks up for a look and there’s a man in there using a pestle and mortar. There is some furniture and a fire in a fireplace. She doesn’t see anything glowing red like the seeds, but the man did have his back to the window.

Kessler goes and knocks on the door, tells the man who answers that she’s lost and looking for her pet crow. Rolls bad on her persuasion. The man says he hasn’t seen a crow, but offers to point her in the direction of ‘out of the swamp’. She says she will camp here overnight and continue her search tomorrow.

He asks if she’s alone; she says yes. He tells her he wouldn’t sleep out here; it’s very dangerous at night. There are a lot of predators - snakes, wolves, all sorts.

She says thanks and gives him her name. He wishes her luck and shuts the door in her face. The rest of us (except Gunna, who is stuffing his face) see the door open a crack after she leaves, and then close again. We did not see anything leave, or see the man again.

Kessler takes first watch - about four hours in she sees the man leave the hut and move further into the swamp. Tarragon notices a little red light through the trees - a crow appears and flies in through the window, exits without the light. Tarragon decides to sneak into the hut!!!

Melaina keeps watch in case the man comes back. Tarragon finds a book but can’t make head or tail of it. She finds a map with a graveyard marked on it to the north of the hut. Ahleqs and Gunna sneak in after she comes back, Ahleqs reads one of the books which says something about a corpse flower, which is used by necromancers to make some sort of weapon.

It grows on the graves of necromancers. (I think?)

Gunna reads another book - it is a journal. The man is an apprentice, his master is buried in the graveyard. He has planted the seeds on his master’s grave, and speaks about having to feed it.

There is also a recipe for bread that is made using the seeds, which is supposed to have healing properties. Having found out as much as they can, they leave.

#dnd #thetradeway #campaign diary

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ravengirl94 · 8 years

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One of These Nights (Part 7)

Summary: After a tense week between you, Benny, Sam and Dean, the four of you head to the local bar to blow off some steam. Benny takes the opportunity to press you about your feelings for him, and you finally cave. Later, Dean puts his foot in his mouth and then two of you have a little heart to heart.

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, implied smut, mild angst, but mostly just fluff

A/N: The moment you’ve all been waiting for… enjoy it while it lasts. Oops, did I say that out loud? Also if you care about this sort of thing, I bent the rules of time a bit… One of These Nights came out in 1975 so Benny couldn’t actually know it but I give no shits.

Things were quiet the next couple weeks until Sam announced you were all going out to break the tension. Benny kept a close eye on you as they entered the local bar. Your neck was healing well, and you had just removed the stitches yourself yesterday, but he saw how you glanced around nervously. You were with three of the best hunters on the planet, and Benny had no doubt about your ability either; it was safe to relax.

Dean snagged a high top and flagged down a cute waitress. The girl took one look at the three men, smiling, and then her eyes landed on you. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she took you in, trying to gauge the situation. When she practically ran away after delivering their drinks, Sam laughed.

“Like two wolves fighting over a steak,” he said as the others looked at him.

“Least we know we’ve got the alpha,” Benny muttered, smiling into his glass. You just sat back and crossed your arms with a triumphant smirk. None of them might have actually belonged to you romantically, but it was clear that you were protective of the male members of your little pack.

“Don’t be scaring off my prospective targets,” Dean said grumpily.

“You can’t take anyone back to the bunker anyway,” Sam pointed out.

“Girls have beds too, Sammy.”

“I can confirm that,” you added with a wry smile. You all finished your first round, and dean ordered shots with the second, to protests from you.

“Don’t you ever have fun?” Dean asked as the shots arrived and you glared at him.

“The last time you ordered me shots I ended up with a tat that I still don’t remember getting,” you said, leaning forward with your hands flat on the table.

“It’s a shame you don’t remember the rest of the night either,” Dean said with a wink. Benny frowned as you glanced at him nervously.

“Yeah there are several reasons that is never happening again,” you muttered as Dean laughed good naturedly.

“Don’t worry about it kid, I’ve moved on,” he sighed dramatically.

“If I take the shot, will you shut up??” You demanded, cheeks pink. Dean winked again.

As the waitress approached, Dean smacked the table.

“Shut up! Here she comes. Everybody shut up. And you,” he said, pointing straight at you as you dissolved into laughter, “stop looking so threatening. I am extremely available.”

In response, you scooted closer to Benny until you were right up against him. He slid an arm around you and glanced up at Dean. “That better, Chief?”

Dean hesitated for a second, looking slightly disturbed. But as the waitress got closer, he waved his hand at you both.

Benny glanced back down in surprise as you put your hand on his leg. You searched his eyes as the waitress set down their drinks and Dean made his move. Sam conveniently made himself scarce. Benny had a hard time determining if you were acting or not, but he’d made a promise. So he just stared down at you, turning up the smoldering look that he knew was working as your heart beat quickened.

“Ha! She’s off at ten,” Dean said triumphantly, draining his glass. “Um. Guys, you can stop that now.”

Benny tore his gaze away casually, picking up the new glass of whiskey.

“You’re mean,” you said under your breath, knowing he would hear. You were practically pouting, sitting back with your arms crossed.

“You’re drunk,” Benny pointed out, “and I told you, you have to ask.” You glared up at him, and Benny sighed. You were trying his patience. “So you slept with Dean?” He asked in a low voice, chuckling as you turned bright red. “Anyone else I should know about?” Benny frowned as you automatically glanced to the bar where Sam was flirting with an attractive brunette. “Are you serious?” He growled. You shrank in your seat.

“Just once,” you squeaked.

“Gotta say I don’t like that very much, darlin. I’m not so good at sharin,” Benny said quietly.

“It was a long time ago. We were drunk and angry and it was stupid…” you said quickly. Benny wasn’t really mad - you were an attractive girl and had the right to do whatever you wanted. And it wasn’t exactly surprising that the Winchester brothers hadn’t been able to keep their hands off. But it was a little fun watching you squirm.

“What’s wrong with you two?” Dean asked, glancing back up at you, “you’re acting weird.”

“Sorry chief. Just a little tired,” Benny said easily. Dean gave him an odd look.

“Do you even get tired?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes.”

“Whatever. Make yourselves scarce,” Dean said hurriedly, waving at you as the waitress reappeared. It must have been ten o'clock. Benny drained his glass and got up.

“Well darlin, I’ve given you plenty of time. Think I’m outta here,” he said. You glanced up at him in alarm before looking around frantically for something to keep him from leaving. Just then the song changed and you grinned.

“Come dance with me,” you said, “I love this song.”

Benny grinned and took your hand to pull you against him, placing the other at your waist as you grabbed his shoulder. To his surprise, he actually knew the song playing; an old Eagles tune.

The full moon is calling, the fever is high and the wicked wind whispers and moans. You got your demons, you got desires, well I got a few of my own

This was wrong, everything about what he was feeling was wrong. He was a vampire, a monster, cursed for eternity with so many deaths on his hands, to live with an overwhelming urge to kill just to survive. And you… you were a hunter. A strong capable gorgeous young hunter that killed things like him for a living. But god damn it he wanted you.

Oh someone to be kind to in between the dark and light, oh coming right behind you, swear I’m gonna find you one of these nights

Just then, you closed your eyes and rested your head against his chest as the two of you swayed gently back and forth.

“You have a heartbeat…” you murmured in surprise, which just about made Benny’s heart stop altogether. “I didn’t think… I mean… I thought…” you stammered, looking up at him nervously.

I’ve been searching for the daughter of the devil himself, I’ve been searching for an angel in white. I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little of both and I can feel her but she’s nowhere in sight

Benny stared down at you, studying your face. There was that look in your eyes again that made him impatient. He leaned in slowly and you held your breath, eyes fluttering closed. He let his chin brush against your jaw, using every ounce of restraint he had left as you shuddered.

“I promise I won’t bite,” he breathed against your ear. Your skin was on fire, and Benny could smell the adrenaline rolling off you.

“Oh fuck it…” you sighed, your breath ragged, “kiss me Benny.”

That was all he had to hear. He was practically on fire with wanting, relieved to feel something other than bloodlust tearing through his body. Benny crushed his mouth against yours and you practically exploded back at him. Your hands were grabbing at his shirt, his hair, pressing against the back of his neck. His own hands found your hips, fingers brushing over the bare patch of skin while he pulled you hard against him.

One of these nights, in between the dark and the light, coming right behind you swear I’m gonna find you, get you baby one of these nights

“Take me home, Benny,” you said, tearing away from the kiss.

“Yes ma'am,” he grinned, pulling you towards the door. You tossed him the keys to your truck and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. Letting him drive the bronco was like Dean letting him drive the impala. But he soon realized why as you slid across the bench seat to be right next to him. He growled as you kissed his neck, struggling to focus on the road. It was a short drive, but it felt like forever until the bunker came into view.

Benny flinched in surprise as you nipped at his ear, and then his neck. He glanced over at you, making you giggle.

“I’m the vampire here darlin. You don’t want to start that.”

The truck spit gravel as they roared into the driveway, the moonlight casting everything in a silver glow. Benny flung the door open and dragged you out with him, kissing you against the side of the truck. You jumped up to wrap your arms and legs around him, kissing his neck as he struggled with the keypad, entering the code three times before getting it right. Then he was hurrying through the bunker and you were laughing as the immortal vampire knocked over a chair in his haste.

Benny growled and crashed into your room because it was the closest, slamming the door behind him. He threw you onto the bed and was on top of you in a heartbeat, scaring you with his inhuman speed. You gasped as he kissed your neck, feeling your pulse against his lips as he nudged your legs apart with his knee.

“Say it darlin. Say it…” He said between kisses, his hands lingering at the waist of your jeans. God he needed you to say it, needed to hear it. He needed permission. Needed to know you wanted him, wanted him more than those hunters, wanted him even though he was a monster.

“I want you Benny,” you practically moaned, squirming beneath him. It was all he needed to hear. Almost.

“You have to tell me to stop if I’m hurting you,” he said urgently as you pulled at his shirt.

“Big strong vampire…” you murmured against his neck. He felt your grin against his skin and could practically hear your eyes rolling. The tough girl act was cute, but he wasn’t kidding around.

“I’m serious, darlin,” he insisted, giving you a stern look.

“I have to say it, I know,” you whispered as he hesitated. Benny couldn’t help but smile as you grabbed the front of his shirt, making quick work of the buttons. “Now get over here.”

The next morning, Benny woke with the sound of your heartbeat in his ears. You nuzzled in against him with a sigh, and he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around you and burying his face in your hair. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, savoring the feeling of having you asleep against him. You’d pulled on his flannel from the night before, and Benny smiled at the sight of you wearing something of his. You were so beautiful, hair splayed out across the pillow, face peaceful as you slept, and he tightened his grip on you.

You stirred again, stretching your legs and humming a little in contentment. Benny kissed along your neck to your shoulder where the flannel had slipped down.

“Good morning,” you said sleepily, half turning in his arms to look at him.

“Good morning,” Benny rumbled, gazing down fondly at you as you smiled.

“I think I could get used to this,” you murmured, your eyes closing again as Benny kissed along your jaw.

“Me too, cher, me too,” he said, his lips finally meeting yours. After a few long heated moments you broke away, gasping for air.

“How are the fangs?” You asked quietly, biting your lower lip. You looked hesitant to bring it up, but to be fair it was an important question.

“Haven’t bothered me once,” Benny answered truthfully. Your grin mirrored his own, and you pulled him back in for another kiss.

Sam and Dean were waiting in the kitchen with coffee when the two of you finally emerged.

“Good morning,” you said brightly, pulling ingredients out of the fridge as Benny lit the stove. Dean scowled and Sam raised an eyebrow.

“You look rather chipper,” Sam said pointedly. The brothers had clearly realized what happened the night before.

“I had a good night,” you said, leaning into Benny. He smiled and kissed the top of your head. You were practically glowing with cheeriness, your hair in a messy ponytail and still wearing his flannel. It was too large for you, falling past your hips, and you’d rolled up the sleeves but Benny loved it.

“I told you,” Dean hissed.

“I know Dean, but I didn’t believe it!” Sam whispered back.

You ignored them, pouring coffee into two mugs as Benny worked on some French toast.

“You boys want anything to eat?” Benny asked, turning to look at the Winchesters.

“I think we need to talk,” Dean said carefully. You whipped around, giving him a dangerous look.

“Dean, don’t you even-” you started. Benny had heard enough of these fights begin to know where this was going. So before you could lay in on Dean, he came up behind you and snaked an arm around your waist.

“Calm, darlin,” he whispered, “they mean no harm.”

You made a frustrated noise and crossed your arms, but otherwise kept quiet. When Benny looked up, Sam and Dean were staring at him like he had two heads. Clearly you were not easily subdued.

“Proceed with caution boys,” Benny advised, turning back to the stove. Dean just stammered, unable to put more than a few words together, so Sam stepped in.

“We just… uh… well, we’re confused,” he said, looking to Dean, who nodded in encouragement.

“About what?” You demanded, hands on your hips.

“About how this happened!” Dean practically exploded. “How could you… how can he… what the hell?!”

“I think what Dean’s trying to say,” Sam interrupted, grabbing Dean’s shoulder, “is that you are defying everything we know about vampires. So we are confused, to say the least.”

At that explanation, you frowned and turned to look at Benny too. He could practically see the hunter brain working.

“His fangs weren’t bothering him,” you whispered.

You all stared at him.

“I don’t know what to say,” Benny said, sliding the toast onto three plates. “I can hear all of your hearts beating. And I’ll admit, thinking about blood does make me thirsty. But not once have I been worried about it. My fangs haven’t been bothering me. I didn’t think about it last night.”

“Yeah you were a little busy doing other things…” Dean muttered, “so not something I ever needed to hear. I have scars.”

“Now you know how we usually feel,” you sneered.

“What happened to ‘he’s a monster’?” Dean shot back.

“I assure you, he is also a man…” you said smugly, giving Benny a sly look.

“Oh god. Too much information,” Sam muttered, running a hand over his face.

“I still don’t like this…” Dean mumbled around a mouthful of the French toast that Benny placed in front of him as a peace offering.

“Which part, Dean? That I’m happy? That I’m sleeping with him? Or is it just that he’s not human, you hypocrite? How many times do I have to remind you? I am not your little sister. You don’t need to protect me and I don’t need your approval for anything!” Benny stood back and let you rage away. Not only did you have a point, but he had also warned them to tread carefully. “You’re the one who brought him back here, Dean.”

“I know! I just didn’t expect him to…” Dean said, trailing off with a guilty glance between you and Benny.

“Thanks Chief. Your confidence is truly inspiring,” Benny scoffed, turning back to the stove and shaking his head.

“That’s not what I meant! I didn’t think you'd… well, that you two would… she’s like our sister, Benny!”

You rounded on him so fast, Benny had to grab you, pick you up, and physically place himself between you and the Winchesters.

“Easy tiger. You don’t get to beat his ass just because he’s a moron,” Benny said. You were fuming, but he held you firmly as he turned to look at Dean. “I’m not going to stop her again, Chief. Choose your words carefully.”

“Your sister my ass,” you spat, “you usually sleep with your sisters, Dean? Or is it just that you’re the only one that’s allowed to?

Dean looked sheepish at that, glancing down at his plate.

"I just care about you, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt,” he said quietly, finally looking back up at you.

“I can handle myself, Dean,” you said, but your voice had softened a little and you’d stopped shouting.

“I know you can, kid. Doesn’t mean I won’t try to protect you. What else are big brothers for?” Dean asked, his voice gruff with embarrassment. Sam made a sort of scoffing noise, used to Dean being overbearing. You walked around the table and wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck where he still sat in his chair.

“I love you guys. Just… please be cool about this.” Sam and Dean nodded, and Benny let out a grateful sigh. He knew it would take everyone a little while to adjust to this, even him. It was different and new and generally unheard of among vampires and hunters for one of his kind to be involved with one of your kind. But everything about being with you felt right.

Read Part 8

A/N: What can I say, I like my title drops…and my charming southern vampirate

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#benny x reader #benny lafitte x reader #benny lafitte #benny x you #benny x y/n #one of these nights #the eagles #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #bring benny back #vampirate #you cuddly little vampire you #spn fic #spn series

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geekpellets · 6 years

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Vampire Weekend

Vampire Circus This may be the first Hammer horror film I have ever seen. In Vampire Circus a Dracula-esque figure is killed, but vows vengeance on the community responsible. Years later a circus comes to town and people start dying. SPOILERS, it’s a vampire circus! GASP! Let’s start with the acting. The acting is quite good. Not the best, but it’s not really wrong either. The acting here is more akin to that of the stage than of film. It can take a while to adapt to that. That said, they really are trying and their performances are energetic. The child actors are worse, that’s usually to be expected. The acting of the Jester is particularly good, and perhaps the only genuinely creepy thing in this film. Hammer horror films are known for the light pink blood, which I hate. I’m not taking anything off for it here, though, because it’s their thing. There are proper effects, well designed, visually gruesome, but implemented in a way that would seem ridiculous compared to the effects that would be used 7 or 8 years later. The start of the film is awesome. I will give it that. In a span of 10-15 minutes people are killed and seduced, the towns folk are gathered, fuckin’, the count is killed and explosions, explosions, explosions.Nothing else in the film, lives up to these first 15 minutes. There’s a lot of filler in this movie disguised as Circus acts, and maybe it would be worth watching if they were genuine circus acts, but they aren’t, so I didn’t care. Like, we really gotta watch every damn fake ass circus act these people do? I think the first night gets the point across. There are moments the stand out between them, but these moments really could have been done without being sandwiched between unengaging circus act segments.The climax fails for two reasons. First because the first 15 minutes is superior to the climax, and second because the film wants to do action more than it wants to do genuine horror. It’s an action climax, but the film isn’t good at action scenes.Even in those first 15 minutes, the actual fight with the Count isn’t good. Had it done a more traditional horror/suspense climax as opposed to an action one, it wouldn’t have to rely on its weakest property. And can I just say, before this movie, I didn’t think of a vampire bite as an art in and of itself, but now I do because the vampire bites in this movie all look goofy as fuck. There are some cool effects in this movie, particularly involving mirrors, and some cool ideas, but ultimately I definitely not watch this one again. Salem’s Lot Salem’s Lot is about a town called...Salem’s Lot...that gets invaded by vampires, This is actually a mini-series, and it’s considered a classic. I was looking forward to it. I wish I had watched something else. I actually think I’ll make this one quick. In the first two hours of this movie, vampires are slowly, slowly, populating the city, and the main protagonist is living in another movie. I’m exaggerating a little bit, but damn, we have to wait for 2 hours for the protagonist to realize there are vampires and do something about it while he spends the rest of the time dating and talking about his book? That’s not for me. That’s a whole damn movie in itself. Worse, the movie kind of comes down to that relationship he starts of, and honestly I never felt any chemistry between him and his love interest even after two hours of prep. Her personality is girl, and she’s dating him because...and his personality is generic male protagonist. That said, there are good things here. I like the design of the vampires. I like the primary vampire, I’m always a fan of the Count Orlok design. Granted, watch vampire children float around windows is dorky looking, and Count Orlok moves with a stiffness and clumsiness that robs him of his fright. The physical action in this movie actually isn’t good either. I can’t suggest this one either. This movie was so slow, so dry, that I had to watch it over two days, putting me behind a little, which is why I’m writing this on a Tuesday. Probably should have watched the Rob Lowe series. The Hunger This is a vampire movie that was made in the 1980′s, where the best vampire movies were made, so this HAS to be good, right? RIGHT!? The film is about two immortals, one who has started rapidly aging, and a young scientist who specializes in studying the affects of aging that the immortals begin to take an interest in. David Bowie is a damn fine actor. This movie reminds me of Only Lovers Left Alive, but more focused, with better themes, more fascinating characters, and superior climax. For the record, there isn’t a single bad performance in this movie. In fact, this is a movie where the performances must carry the film, and they absolutely do. I don’t think I’ve ever sympathized with a vampire before, but I sympathize with David Bowie’s vampire. These characters express such subtle and complex emotions, a layers, quiet layers behind their actions. It’s fascinating. The whole movie is fascinating. The title is fascinating. Hunger for what? Blood? Youth? Companionship? All of the above? The interior decorator on the film did a great job. There are some beautiful shots. The film is uniquely directed and edited in a way tat is artful and interesting. The direction and editing alone grabbed me by the balls before anything else. This is also not a very gore-heavy film, but there is blood. The blood might be watery but the color is right. There are also other fantastic make-up and practical effects that I will not spoil, but the quality of the effects surprised me. I simply wasn’t expecting it from what is kind of a supernatural sex drama. And there is sex. There is nudity. There are exceptionally slobbery kisses that make me uncomfortable. There is David Bowie’s ass. I just don’t like watch slob kisses, it feels invasive, but it is something that actually comes up again later as an insightful character moment. The first half of the movie is paced near perfectly. The second half happens, perhaps, far too quickly. Simultaneously, the speed in which the second half happens could be reflective of one of the immortals fear and impatience. The Hunger is a movie that reinforces my belief that vampire movies truly reached their height in the 80′s. There is simply a string of vampire movies during that period that are not only excellent, but feel distinctly different from one another. The Hunger is a movie that I would definitely own, and would happily suggested if you don’t mind a horror movie that’s light on scares but heavy on intrigue and fine cinematography. The Reflecting Skin The Reflecting Skin is follows the life of a child who thinks his neighbor is a vampire, but she isn’t. I go ahead an make that distinction here because A.) It’s not Fright Night and B) Because there’s nothing supernatural about this movie and you shouldn’t get your hopes up. Some of the films I watch are horror movies in the typical way that one would expect. Some are less horror movies, and more “Fucked Up” movies. When I say “Fucked Up” movies, I don’t mean movies full of gore porn, or pretending to be snuff films, or snuff films, or with rape or other sexual encounter meant to shock you. I mean shit like Gone Girl. It’s hard to explain, but when something twists everyday expectations, everyday people, when people are physically or mentally trapped in a cycle of tragedy they can’t escape, that’s a Fucked Up movie. That is The Reflecting Skin. It is a series of tragic and horrifying events witnessed through the eyes of a child, and as this child retreats further and further into imaginary things he has convinced himself is real, we as the viewers recognize the child never had a chance, that everything was stacked against him, and that he will ultimately succumb to the cycle of tragedy that has afflicted everyone else, and THAT is The Reflecting Skin. This film is not going to be for everyone. First of all, it’s tone is weird. There are moments of brevity that take the form of some serious absurdity. I, personally, didn’t mind as I love absurdity. Also, even though the film seems grounded, the way it is shot, some of the characters, some of the designs and the acting leads me to believe that this is meant to be kind of a fable, kind of a dark fantasy, some hybrid of Stephen King and Wes Anderson. With that in mind, I didn’t mind the small, quick, changes in tone. If one looks at it as such a story, it is all too fitting, but again, that’s just me. The film is beautifully shot, with picturesque scenes all through out it. It almost makes an empty middle American county feel like some place you actually might want to visit. As I said, some of the acting is exaggerated, I believe it is directed as such. Almost all of it is good. I didn’t care for Jeremy Cooper’s acting so much, Jeremy Cooper being the young child we follow, BUT, he has a way with facial expressions that probably got him selected for the role. Especially towards the end. I believe his acting was flawed, but he was not untalented. Viggo Mortensen shows that he was talented and committed even then. Committed, because he see his ENTIRE asshole. It is not good. I get. Vulnerability. I did not need to see that. It’s not even his fault though. It’s not his fault his cheeks couldn’t hide his asshole. Sometimes it’s like that. We can’t all have proper cheeks. I think the film is well paced. I think the time between major scenes works to the movie’s advantage. I think the movie leaves some things to interpretation, but only some things. It answers most. As an individual that appreciates when something is left to the imagination, I have no problems with this. It is also suspenseful. Not just because you are wondering how the series of tragedies will affect our young protagonist, but because there is a genuine threat that feels both down to Earth and ethereal simultaneously. There’s no gore here. Well, there’s a minor amount of blood. There are no practical effects either. It’s not that type of movie, and if you are looking for that type of movie, this is not for you. But, if you are interested in a dark slice of life tale in middle America, this is definitely one worth seeking. It’s a buy from me. Just...beware the brown eye.

#Vampire Circus #Salem's Lot #The Hunger #The Hunger 1983 #The Reflecting Skin

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ARKE “ATROPA” MERETRIXA is a 568 year old FEMALE FAE that uses SHE/HER. They are known for her INTUITION, ADAPTABILITY, and INTELLIGENCE. Unfortunately, they are also known for her CRUELTY, VANITY, and REFUSAL TO CREATE EMOTIONAL BONDS.

Their face claim is IMOGEN POOTS, and they currently live in SPRING COURT as a MEMBER OF THE THIRTEEN.

(Triggers below: Abuse, kidnapping, sexual assault on a minor, underage pregnancy and miscarriages, murder.)

Character Description:

Arke’s story, as with all true stories, begin with her mother. Adelaide Larksen was a Seelie Irish fae stolen from her home in the countryside and dragged south to England under the order of a courtier -- an Imp by the name of Rictovarus. He was a wretched Imp had a love for pale women with golden curls, and took her as his mistress. For three years, Adelaide suffered, too frightened and weak to flee. It was her third year, however, that she found a man she loved and tried to marry him. Rictovarus had the man slaughtered, but not before Adelaide became pregnant with her only child, a girl she named Yseult. In her third trimester, after waiting for the other courtiers to fulfil their promises to free her, Adelaide had no choice. She snuck away, aiming for home.

Rictovarus found her three days later, dead in the forest, a sorrowful and nameless midwife weeping over her body. The infant Yseult, bathed in her mother’s blood, did not scream or cry out. She observed the world with blue eyes ringed by golden lashes, and when she looked at Rictovarus, it seemed like she was already seeing to much.

He took her in anyway, with a governess to raise her and a tutor to educate her as a proper nobelwoman should be educated, though he raised a hand to her far more often than a warden should. Just as he hoped, Yseult quickly proved to be as beautiful as her mother had been, with golden curls, iridiescent wings, and a grin that put the Cheshire cat to shame. She was drawn to knowledge like a moth to flame, learning more than Rictovarus could ever expect. From the moment she knew how to keep a secret, Yseult knew she was going to get out of there.

She was fourteen when he decided she was old enough. Rictovarus took her as his new mistress, wrapping his meaty hands around her slender waist and dragging her in to his bedroom, even as she screamed and begged for help.

The dawn found Yseult dead-eyed and broken, her wings sawed off with a silver blade and her girlhood lost. In the smallest corners of her mind, a raging beast roared and fought against the chains being lashed to it, unable to fight, unable to flee. Her fight was lost in a matter of hours, and it did not return for years.

(It was leashed, but not tamed. Slowly, it grew in the dark, taking bites from the blackness filling her soul so small and unnoticeable that not even Yseult herself knew it was still there.)

At twenty-six, Yseult was the most beautiful women in the court, pursued by those who cared for looks alone and not for personality. She was silent, stone-faced and unsmiling. But she did not have to smile to turn heads, and what Rictovarus didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. She bore the hell with nothing more than a few silent tears, and never asked for help.

Though Yseult knew nothing of her mother, it was the same thing that finally gave her the strength to flee -- a child, heaven-sent no doubt. Yseult slipped away in her nightclothes and bare feet, making for the first place to rest her head, to be free, to be anywhere but there. A farmer and his family took her in, and for three months, she was safe. Finally, Yseult relearned to smile and laugh.

And the then world reminded her what it truly was. The miscarriage was a bleeding, painful mess, no kinder than the first time Rictovarus had taken her to bed.

Believing her to be bad luck now, the farmer sent her away. Yseult was given passage to France. She renamed herself, Roux for the color of her blood and the color of her hate. But France was no kinder than England, and she was forced to beg. To grovel. To earn a living the only way she knew how -- on her back. Men paid her barely enough to feed herself, but she found companionship among the other women, trading secrets and meals, sleeping close together as they could for warmth in the cold nights. She discovered her vein of magic -- emotional manipulation. Or, rather, allure and trust. With a blink of the eye, Roux could get someone to see her as the most loyal, trustworthy, beautiful woman in the world, when she was far from any of these things. But it got her business, it got her allies, and it kept her safe from the law.

Another many years passed like this, until a team of vampires raised hell, killing anyone they could get their hands on. Roux managed to escape, at the cost of three women she had come to see as friends. She blamed herself, even as she traveled southeast, arriving in Italy as a dirt-covered, half-starved urchin.

She took on a new name, Ruby, for the jewels dropped by a wealthy merchant in the Florentine alleyway where she begged. She helped him collect them, well aware that it would get her further than stealing a few of the jewels and fleeing. And indeed, the merchant gifted her a room in his mansion, a bath and clothes. She was given a month to get on her feet and use his resources to do so.

Come the end of the month, however, once her hollow features began to fill out and her wit and cleverness began to show, the merchant had fallen in love -- or at least what he thought was love. (It was, indeed, magic amplifying what would have been friendship.)

Through this merchant, she rose through the ranks of society, becoming his secretary and treasurer, as well as a muse for more than one budding artist. It was innocent fun -- sitting nude for studying painters and sculptors. She sat among men, unable to be touched, unable to be judged. Her scars were glamoured, appearing as smooth skin, and she seemed the epitome of Venus.

The merchant found out, and no amount of compulsion could save her. He accused her of harlotry, seduction, witchcraft. The band of artists were arrested, and Ruby was thrown out once more. She groveled at his feet, begged to be forgiven. He sent her away with a handful of gold and nothing more.

She met a similar fate in Rome, her reputation having preceded her. She sold herself again, working in a brothel visited by cardinals and bankers who insulted her and hated her despite being the very reason her business was kept alive.

Nothing could have prepared her for the day she found the Court. It was a simple walk to the market, to pick up a salve for her aching body, and one turn brought her into the beautiful cobbled streets of Fateswallow.

Winged fae and beautiful vampires crossed before her, and she was taken in by a woman in black. Phaedra, she was called, and she brought Ruby to the Spring Court, placing her before the Queen and offering her as a member of her guard -- a member of the Thirteen.

All her wretched life had been living to this moment. It was not the immortality that saved her, not the knife being placed in her hand, but the return to England. The visitation of Rictovarus, in his last decades of life. It was standing before him, grinning like a wraith, and plunging that knife it deep into the neck of the man who ruined her, again and again and again until he succumbed to her. The creature tat had been chained for so long roared in victory as she licked his blood from her fingers, as it dripped from her hair and lips and chin. She was alive, well and truly, and would never bow to anyone again.

Ruby returned to the Spring Court victorious, and renamed herself for the last time. She became Arke, the goddess who lost her iridescent wings, banished from Olympus. She became Meretrixa, the whore of Italy. She became a living, breathing woman for the first time in her life.

At Least Three Potential Plots for Your Character

The past comes back to haunt her. Arke’s fought tooth and nail to get where she is now, stepping on and hurting people in her wake. Though they might have known her under a different name, they will know her face and they will want revenge for all the pain she’s caused.

The past caomes back to...help her? Arke has done a great amount of good as well, even if it doesn’t seem like it. So she’s bound to run into someone wanting to repay her for all she did for them.

All her babies -- err -- wards. Arke has a weak spot for the neglected and abused, and will provide support in every manner except emotional if they prove to be both intelligent and willing to do whatever it takes to get control over their lives -- that is to say, cold-blooded ambition. Of course, some of them are a bit more soft-hearted and try to rely on her for emotional support as well, with varying results.

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