#imagine alexander skarsgard

[oncasette]

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗣𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗛 (𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗠𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘)

eric northman x fem!reader

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“Still mad?” he asks, moving even slower, if that was even possible, back up your spread legs.

You shake your head hesitantly.

“What’s that?”

“No,” you whimper, trying to force his mouth to your pussy. You’re sure you’d created a puddle beneath you on his desk. 

“Hm?” His brows are raised. He nips at the puncture wounds, his now blunt teeth grazing the holes.

“No, I’m not mad,” you huff. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together around his ears only to be thwarted by two large hands effectively pinning your legs open.

or the one where eric distracts you from your anger with his tongue.

warnings: not beta’d, smut, oral (f!recieving), blood drinking

masterlist 

“What the fuck?” you call out, slamming the door open to stare Eric down from where he’s sat behind his desk. 

“Please,” he says, not even looking up from the file open in front of him. He flips a page. “Come in.”

“You quit my job for me?” you seethe, nearly seeing white as you clench my jaw. 

“You won’t be needing it anymore,” he says simply. Another page flip.

“You don’t-”

“Pam.” He clears his throat as the office door swings closed. Sparing barely even a glance behind you, you just miss it clicking shut. When you’ve turned back, Eric is standing in front of you. Looming, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stares you down. 

“I…” The words die on your tongue. Whatever ire that had burned through your system was quickly dissipating under his scrutiny. He takes one step, then another, the heels of his shoes clicking ominously before his hand roughly grasps the bottom of your chin in his hand. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip, your mouth opening slightly in response, before it slides down your cheek. His other fingers cradle the other half of your jaw. 

He hums, tilting your head back to look him more directly in the eye.

“Do you want to try again?” He asks. His voice is calm, a harsh contrast to the bruising grip he holds you in. 

“Eric,” you gasp with a dazed intake of breath. Almost subconsciously, your thighs tighten together. 

“Hm?” he asks, tugging your face closer. 

“I don’t…”

You don’t realize he’s leading you anywhere until you feel your ass hit the edge of his desk. He knocks your knees open with his own, stepping into the gap created for him. 

“Not so tough anymore?” he mocks you, his groin pressing into your navel. 

“N-no,” you stutter, swallowing, mentally chastising yourself for the rate at which he was able to reduce you to this. He releases your chin, his hands coming down to claim your hips in their unforgiving hold. 

“I simply told your boss you’d found a new… employer,” he says.

“You’re not my employer,” you hum.

“No, maybe I’m not, but that pesky little day job of yours was starting to cut into your time here. With me,” he sighs, flashing you a sarcastic smile that displays his partially extended fangs. “So I handled it.”

A small flicker of defiance kindles anew within you. “I needed that job.”

“You hated that job.”

“So?” you scoff.

“I handled it.” His hands trail up and back towards the zipper of your skirt. 

“I have bills to pay!” Your body moves of its own accord, your ass lifting enough for him to slide the fabric down your hips once he’s gotten it unzipped. 

“I’ve got those handled, too,” he says as he shifts down to his knees. “Now, are you going to stop fighting me or am I going to have to listen to your babbling while I get a taste of the one thing I’ve been waiting all night for?”

You blink down at him, jaw slack. Oh. 

“Eric…” you trail off as he plants firm kisses to your thighs, the fabric of your stockings muffling his touch. 

He hums in acknowledgement, a faint smirk curling the corners of his lips. He looks up at you under a hooded gaze, silently asking for permission as his kisses grow nearer to their apex. His smile widens as you nod, his teeth plunging into plush cotton and plusher skin. Squeaking, you flinch, not expecting the harsh bite but not fighting it. Moments later, he releases his fangs only to latch them into the top of your stocking and pull them down enough for him to reattach his teeth to your thigh without interference. 

“I’m trying to be mad at you right now, stop distracting me,” you hiss. You push your fingers into his slicked back hair, mussing the strands in your wake. 

“Seems you’re not mad enough,” he drawls as he removes his fangs, his tongue laving over the drooling puncture wounds. Eventually, he leaves them in favor of dragging his tongue higher. He pushes two fingers into the seam of your underwear and fiddles with the lace trimming there. His nose bumps your clit through the fabric, jolting your hips forward. 

You say his name once in warning, tugging harder on the strands. 

“These are just darling aren’t they?” he practically purrs. Panting, you more intentionally push your hips into his face. He laughs as he slips his other hand into the fabric wrapped around your opposing hip, forcing you to lift your ass up for him to pull them down. He moves slowly. His eyes are locked on yours throughout, the icy gaze sending a shiver down your spine. It does nothing to quell the heat pooling in your core. A petulant whine crawls out of your throat as you watch his lips follow his fingers, nipping and kissing at the skin as he moves. Thigh, knee, other knee, calf, ankle. 

His name, again, followed by another one of his infuriating laughs.

“Still mad?” he asks, moving even slower, if that was even possible, back up your spread legs.

You shake your head hesitantly.

“What’s that?”

“No,” you whimper, trying to force his mouth to your pussy. You’re sure you’d created a puddle beneath you on his desk. 

“Hm?” His brows are raised. He nips at the puncture wounds, his now blunt teeth grazing the holes.

“No, I’m not mad,” you huff. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together around his ears only to be thwarted by two large hands effectively pinning your legs open.

“Pantience,” he grunts, only to lick a stripe up your cunt with the flat of his tongue. The squeak you let out sounds nearly inhuman. He moans into you, the tip of his nose pressed firmly against your clit as his tongue circles your dribbling entrance.

He starts fast, a harsh contrast to the way he’d undressed you, and he leaves you breathless in the span of a few short licks. Your chest heaves, your eyes lidded and cloudy with lust as you watch him devour you. Unravel you. Unspool your very essence. 

“Where’s that mouth, hm?” he asks between laps and sucks. “You were so feisty a moment ago.”

Your tongue feels heavy against the bottom of your mouth. Words form somewhere in the back of your mind, but they dissipate long before they have a chance to even make it out. He pinches your clit between two rough fingers, trying to force an answer out of you. 

“Eric,” you whimper.

“‘S not an answer, sweetheart,” he chuckles, but he refrains from pushing the subject much more. He does, however, pinch the swelling bundle of nerves again before he goes back to pinning your legs open. 

“Please,” you beg, your head falling back limp as you chase your impending orgasm. He doesn’t answer, his own eyes shutting as he works you closer. “Please.”

Your lungs gasping, thighs twitching, fingers tightening their hold on his hair. Your body moves of its own accord, driving itself into the white hot pleasure eating its way through you. He swipes up the slick dripping from you with lithe fingers before he brings the fingers to your mouth. He taps twice before he slides the digits between your parted lips. You swirl your tongue around the intrusion, swallowing down the tang of your own arousal as he fills you from both ends. You feel lightheaded, your teeth pressing into his knuckles to keep his fingers in your mouth. 

It isn’t long before you feel the tell-tale signs of your orgasm, your pussy clenching around his tongue. He groans, his other hand moving to rub tight circles against your clit. It washes over you in earnest, hard and fast. Your legs trembling, your cunt pulsing, your breathing shallow and uneven. He continues to work you through it, albeit slower and a tad gentler, before he retracts his fingers from your mouth and presses a chaste kiss to the throbbing bundle of nerves. 

You pant as he moves to stand, smoothing chilled hands that raise goosebumps across your quivering thighs. 

“‘m still not happy with you,” you heave, a childish pout on your bottom lip.

“We can talk more about it later,” he says as he slides his arms around your frame to pull you into his chest. He moves around the desk, gently placing you in his lap as he flips through the previously abandoned paperwork in front of him. You curl against him, your nose pressing into the crook of his neck and inhaling. His arm latches around your waist and keeps you locked against him tight. Maybe you’re not that mad at him. 

[lucidlivi]

she calls me daddy now

popping in with the supernatural/true blood crossover you didn't know you needed!

Warning: not suited for minors, strong language, sexual innuendos, sex, slight threesome, violence, blood, gore, major character death, blood drinking, blood draining, mentions of death, staking, vampire burning, major angst, heartbroken Dean

I will be working on other prompt requests soon but I had this idea and didn’t want to lose it, I hope you guys love it as much as I do!

A switch in viewpoints will be indicate in bold italics

Reader

"Fangtasia? really?" I snort glancing at the boys beside me.

"Leeches with a sense of humor.. great." Dean grumbles.

"So much for mainstreaming, Louisiana has one of the highest disappearance rates in the country... 346 people in this last month alone. You and I both know what really happened to them." Sam says looking at the news article on his cellphone.

"And you're sure we're going to find help here?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"I mean there has to be some sort of order to things, even for vampires.'" I shrugged.

"And since we're not scoring a date with the vampire queen , one of her pawns should work just fine." Sam said as I watched the eager humans line up to get in to the famous vampire bar.

It's been years now since vampires exposed themselves to the world.

Of course we already knew of their existence.

However, with the invention of synthetic blood the vamps decided they wanted to become part of society, mainstream they call it.

It took the world by storm.

People were lining up to meet and more disgustingly volunteer to get bitten by a vampire.

It was sickening.

As you can imagine this did not go over well with the hunting community.

It was a question on everyone's mind.

Could vamps really change?

Could they be functioning members of a society?

In Louisiana the answer was no.

"I still don't like this." Dean growled as we took our place in line for entrance to the bar.

"No one does, but we have to try to work out some sort of treaty, some sort of peace between us and them, too many people are dying." Sam said.

Oh Sammy.

As if peace between vampires and humans was possible.

We were a meal to them, nothing more.

I could feel Dean's anxiety pushing in to me, making me anxious.

I grabbed his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. He was quick to lace our fingers together pulling me closer to him.

He instantly calmed a bit.

Dean and I had an interesting relationship.

Sam, he was like my annoying little brother.

But not Dean.

Dean and I shared a connection that went deeper.

He and I just got each other.

We weren't what you would call a thing though.

A hunter's life didn't afford us that privilege.

I knew that no matter what we would always look out for each other and if something were to happen to one of us, the other would never be the same.

It was a terrifying feeling in our line of work, since a brush with death was a daily occurrence for us.

As we got closer to the door I slipped my hand from Dean's.

I could see a lady at the door taking ID's, and from her too straight posture and her perfect looks I could tell she was one of them.

I had seen a vampire or two in my lifetime so they were easy for me to spot.

I felt the air shift as we got closer, causing me to pull my leather jacket tighter around my body.

"ID." she ordered extending her perfectly manicured hand towards me, her eyes focused elsewhere.

I sized her up, trying to guess her age. If I had to I'd say definitely over 100 years old.

She looked experienced, which is how you could tell a vampire's true age.

After a moment of stillness she finally glanced up meeting my eyes.

She glared at me, as if I was beneath her.

I simply stared back at her.

She flashed her fangs willing me to fall at her feet in submission.

I could feel Dean tense behind me, ready to pounce if needed.

"ID." She ordered once again with a southern drawl.

I gave her a forced smile, pulling out a fake ID card.

If she knew it was fake, she didn't say anything, just let me pass. Sam and Dean were let in without showing ID much to my annoyance.

As soon as we were past the rope, the woman at the door disappeared.

I could smell the stench of sex, sweat, and booze as the doors to the bar opened.

If I thought the name was ridiculous, the inside was even more ridiculous. It was decorated in reds and blacks, really selling the vampire theme.

I scoffed at the patrons who were clad in leather and lace. It was like they were proud to be flaunting their flesh for the bloodsuckers.

Perhaps though the most ridiculous and tacky thing was the throne in the middle of the stage overlooking the bar.

My eyes traveled up the throne before connecting with a pair of icy blue ones.

Suddenly it was as if I was being pulled into some sort of trance.

His eyes boring into my own.

I quickly broke eye contact taking a moment to take in his other features.

A mess of blonde locks lay on his head.

His jaw perfectly defined along with his other facial features.

His hands that were gripping the arm rests of the throne, large and lethal.

He was frighteningly tall, even taller than Sam, and he was basically Bigfoot.

It was however the smirk that played on his lips that made my blood boil.

He knew what I was, just as I knew what he was.

A vampire.

Just the pawn we were looking for.

I noticed the perfect blonde woman from the door suddenly at his side, leaning over and whispering in his ear.

I could see her glance in our direction.

She was trying to be discreet but I was on to her.

She was warning him.

Warning him about us.

I didn't get to see anything else as Dean pulled me towards a booth in the back.

I took this moment to study the people.

It was sickening seeing so many vampires and humans mingling like they weren't bloodthirsty monsters, and the humans eager to be their next meal.

"So I think the big blonde guy is who we need to talk to." Sam said looking between me and Dean.

I rolled my eyes.

Is he serious right now?

"Really Sam what gave you that idea huh? The throne in the middle of the stage? The way all the other vampires flock to him? Or, or maybe it’s the fact that he's glaring daggers at us right about now." I sassed feeling the blonde's eyes burning me from behind.

"Okay so what's the plan then, I don't think he's going to talk to us willingly." Dean said ignoring my attitude.

"Well maybe not us." Sam said pointing between himself and Dean.

Dean looked around seeing the blonde man's eyes devouring my form.

"No absolutely not." Dean interjected quickly.

"Dean, it may be our only shot I seemed to have peaked his interest." I said turning my body fully towards him.

"We can figure something else out then, this is reckless and you know that." Dean growled.

"I know but I don't think we have that kind of time, people are dying Dean, people we swore to protect." I shot back.

"Yeah well I swore to protect you." Dean gutted.

"So then protect me." I said rising from my seat.

Dean was not happy, that much was evident on his face. I couldn't focus on that right now though. I was doing this.

I took a deep breath straightening out my jacket.

I slowly approached the throne, center stage.I could see people eyeing me with envy. I was only focused on the vamp, whose eyes grew more curious the closer I got.

I was about to take another step but was halted by another man, who I could tell was also a vampire.

"Sorry no one speaks to Mr. Northman without his permission." He growled at me.

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes at this.

Who the hell did this vamp think he was, god?

"Chow, let her through." A strong voice spoke.

It didn't take me long to figure out it came from the vampire on the throne.

The man grumbled something under his breath before stepping to the side.

I took another deep breath striding in front of the blonde man.

"Mr. Northman I presume?"

"Please, call me Eric, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" He smirked.

I thought for a minute if I should make up some fake name.

"And mind you I can tell if you're lying." He added, somehow reading my thoughts.

"y/n." I offered only my first name.

"What I can I do for you y/n?" He asked interested, as if I was going to offer him my neck.

"I think you know why we're here." I stated crossing my arms in front of myself as if it would put more distant between me and Eric.

"Yes unfortunately , it was only a matter of time before you hunters showed up."

"We wouldn't have to if you leeches kept yourselves in check." I bit back quickly.

"Well aren't you sweet." Eric smirked.

"Yeah not really."

I knew I should probably watch my tongue in a bar full of vampires. However, when my anger got the best of me, I couldn’t control the things that spilled from my lips.

"You have no idea who you're talking to do you?" Eric laughed, standing to his full height.

He towered over my short stature easily.

I wouldn't let him intimidate me though which is exactly what he was trying to do.

"So enlighten me then Mr. Northman."

"I'm a thousand year old viking darling, I'm not threatened by you or anyone for that matter."

"I'm not here to threaten you, I'm here to help you." I retorted quickly, acting unfazed by the declaration of his true age.

My statement resulted in another laugh from the viking vampire.

"Help me? Now what in that pretty little head of yours makes you think I need, or want your help." He whispered menacingly, clearly trying to threaten me.

I would have been a little more afraid had I not noticed the slight crease in his eyebrows as he spoke.

He was worried about something.

My guess, pressure from his boss to solve his little vampire problem.

Order.

Creatures couldn't function without it.

I couldn't fight the smirk that made it's way to my face.

"I think you're worried, 346 bodies is a lot of bodies to hide, I mean we know that they didn’t really disappear did they? Also isn't it your job to keep all these vampires in line? I'm guessing a bunch of rogue vampires going on a killing spree doesn’t exactly fair well with your boss." I taunted.

I knew I pushed it too far when his fangs popped out with a click.

He quickly wrapped a hand around my throat causing Dean to shoot up, pulling out his gun loaded with ultraviolet emitting bullets.

If Eric saw him, he was completely unfazed by his actions.

I gave Dean a look, telling him to wait before he starts blindly shooting in a room full of vampires.

I could handle myself well, Dean knew as much.

“Don’t you tell me how to do my job.” he growled his hand squeezing a little tighter around my throat.

"Do your job then." I spat, pushing him a little further.

Eric then looked deeply in my orbs as his glazed over.

He spoke in an enchanting voice.

"Now you and your little gang of hunters are going to leave my bar, but before you go, you're going to let me taste you while your boyfriend over there watches me."

I knew what he was trying to do.

He was trying to what they call "glamor" me.

Get in my head.

Control me and my thoughts.

No man controls me.

"No offense Mr. Northman but you're not really my type." I managed to squeak out, his hand still squeezing my throat.

Eric quickly released my neck with a confused look.

"Why can't I glamor you?" He growled in frustration.

I quickly turned around, pulling my shirt up slightly so he could see the anti-possession tattoo in the center of my spine.

"Turns out this isn’t just for demons, works for your mind tricks too. Eric this is my final offer, let us help you or we're gonna handle things our way, and then you'll have a lot more bodies to dispose of. We’ll be in town, it’s your choice." I threatened before turning away from the vampire.

I could tell he didn't take kindly to my threats but he didn't retaliate surprisingly, given his nature.

I could see the relief wash over Dean's face as I returned to his side.

"Looks like we aren't getting his help, let's go." I said knowing full well Eric could still hear me.

Dean tucked his gun away roughly grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the bar.

I could tell by his face that he was trying his best not to explode.

He was irate.

As soon as we were in the impala the floodgates opened and all hell let loose.

"Wow you've done a lot of stupid shit in the past but that has to be the most fucked thing you've ever done, what the hell were you thinking?" Dean growled.

I wasn't sure if it was directed at Sam for suggesting I talk to Eric alone or me for actually doing it.

“Dean come on it’s…” Sam started but Dean quickly cut him off.

“Stay out of this Sam.” Dean growled.

I guess now I knew it was directed at me.

“You can’t be serious right now?” I scoffed at his behavior.

“He could have snapped you like a twig, you gave him every opportunity.” Dean snapped.

I knew this was his way of saying he was worried about me but l didn’t like how he was going about it.

“I can handle myself.” I said with an eye roll.

“I mean what was your plan exactly? Badmouth him until he sinks his fangs in to your neck? You had no plan going up there, that was so irresponsible.” Dean continued.

“Yeah well he didn’t hurt me did he?” I scoffed.

“Your lucky he didn’t, you just act without thinking about the consequences.” He retorted.

“Yeah well sometimes you think too much and don’t act.”

“At least you don’t have to continuously save my ass!” He growled.

“Ugh would you stop treating me like a child!” I said my voice rising along with my anger.

“I will when you stop acting like one!” Dean yelled.

I rolled my eyes again, sinking back in to the seat. I was done talking about this. It was no use anyways.

I knew Eric wouldn’t hurt me.

I don’t know how I knew, I just did. He wouldn’t admit it but he needed our help.

I was extremely thankful to be pulling in to the motel parking lot. I jumped out of the car before Dean could bring it to a complete stop, slamming the door in a fit.

I could hear Dean throwing open his door and quickly striding up to catch me.

“We are not done talking about this.” He growled grabbing my wrist.

“I am.” I seethed snatching my wrist from him.

I walked in to my separate motel room, slamming the door in his face.

God!

Dean didn’t usually yell at me, I had no idea where all this was coming from.

"Fuck!" I screamed, before quickly stripping my clothes wanting to wash away this evening and everything it brought.

I turned on the shower, steam instantly filling the bathroom.

I stepped in, the hot water relaxing my tense muscles.

What the hell was up with Dean?

Why was he acting so, so possessive?

He knew I was strong enough to handle my own, yet he was treating me as if I were some stupid kid walking in to the lions den unprepared.

I knew how to kill vampires, this wasn’t my first rodeo.

I was angrily scrubbing my body and hair, too caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear my motel room door opening, or the bathroom door for that matter.

I washed the shampoo from my hair before noticing Dean’s presence. It made me jump but only momentarily. He was standing on the other side of the shower curtain, his shoulders slumped over.

“I said I was done talking about it Dean.” I bit quickly.

I was expecting him to start yelling at me again, tell me how stupid I was being, but Dean didn’t say anything instead just stayed quiet.

"Dean?" I asked softening my tone.

Dean was never quiet.

Only when he was in his head about something.

Like I said we just got each other.

It was a moment before he spoke.

“You have no idea how worried I was for you, fuck y/n why do you care so little about your life when to me it’s everything?” Dean said, his voice being overtaken with emotion.

My breathing stilled at his words. I felt tears gather in the corners of my eyes.

Dean wasn’t the vulnerable type, never admitting how he was truly feeling, but here he was laying it all out.

Before thinking I flung open the shower curtain looking at him. His eyebrows were creased with worry and hurt.

I suddenly felt extremely guilty.

I didn’t want to hurt him.

That was the last thing I wanted to do.

Dean was my person.

I jumped out and flung my arms around him, soaking his t-shirt. He didn't seem to mind much as he wrapped his strong arms around me holding me tightly to his body.

I buried my head in the crook of his neck, allowing a few tears to cascade down my cheeks. His hand found its way to the back of my head stroking my wet hair.

“I’m sorry Dean.” I spoke quietly.

Dean’s hand traveled down to the back of my neck, pulling my head up so he could look in my eyes.

Dean and I didn't need words to convey our feelings.

Our eyes alone did just that.

I could feel the heat spreading to my core as his eyes devoured me hungrily.

Dean and I didn't cross this line often.

In fact only once before.

It was a dangerous line to be flirting with.

But in this moment, I didn't care.

Dean didn't either, for a moment later he was crashing his lips on mine.

His lips had a petal softness to them, but he kissed like a man that had been starved for months.

I balled his t-shirt in my fists pulling him impossibly closer. Dean's hand gripped my neck harder as if I was about to float away and he was the only thing holding me down.

I broke away but only briefly to suck in a harsh breath.

Dean pulled me back in again, devouring my lips.

He kissed me as if I was oxygen and he was dying to breathe.

I couldn't help the breathless moans that fell from my lips as I felt Dean's trapped erection on my already burning center.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

"Dean." I panted, hoping he would catch on.

Dean didn't bother teasing. He picked me up quickly kicking the bathroom door open, before gently placing me on the run down motel bed.

He was quick to dispose of his shirt.

I trailed my eyes down his body.

Dean was the kind of handsome that got into my bones, that spoke to me before he'd even said a word.

I licked my lips as I admired him.

I sat up on the bed, not being able to stop my self from placing my lips on his perfectly chiseled jaw. He let out a guttural sound as my tongue worked down to his neck, kissing and sucking, marking him as mine.

He quickly disposed of his jeans, freeing himself at last. He gently pushed me back down hovering his body over mine.

Dean looked at me as if he applied too much pressure I might break.

He trailed his hand down my body painfully slow, stopping to brush gently over my aching core. I sucked in my bottom lip to try to stop the needy whine that wished to escape but I was too late.

I needed to feel him, all of him.

Dean leaned down once again kissing my lips tenderly.

"I promise." Dean whispered pulling away gently.

I shook my head in confusion.

"Promise?" I breathed out.

"I promise to make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you." Dean rasped.

I felt my eyes prickle with tears.

I grabbed his head bringing his lips back to my own.

I don't think I'll ever get over the feeling I get when kissing Dean, it was warm, it was safe, it was everything I needed, because with Dean, sometimes kissing felt like healing.

Dean grabbed his erection, slowly rubbing his tip up and down my folds, torturing me with pleasure.

He grunted pushing himself through my slickness all without breaking our hungry kiss.

Dean thrusted at a tortuously slow pace, hitting my sweet spot with every movement. Dean buried his head into my neck, heavenly groans fell from his lips.

I moaned a little louder with each slow thrust.

I couldn't take anymore, I rolled my hips up meeting his.

Dean pushed himself even deeper, causing a sensual whine out of me.

"So pretty when you're whining for me."

I could barely think straight from the fire burning in my veins. I closed my eyes digging my nails slightly in to his skin.

“Oh fuck Dean right there.” I moaned feeling my orgasm making itself known.

I could feel myself clenching around him causing him to cry out in pleasure.

“Good girl baby, cum for me.” Dean whispered in a husky voice.

His tone and praise alone was enough to have me soaking his length, my walls contracting all around him.

Dean began to thrust harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm. When his rhythm became sloppy I knew he was close.

Dean gave one last deep thrust before I felt white hot spurts of liquid coating my still sensitive walls.

Just when I thought Dean couldn’t get more attractive, here he was looking like a god as he groaned, riding out his orgasm.

I could cum again just from the sight of it.

Dean slowly removed himself, satisfied when his seed spilled out coating my thighs.

"I think you're gonna need another shower." Dean smirked.

Yep.

Dean was back.

I was about to make my usual snarky comment but a loud knocking on the door got my attention.

I thought it might be Sam coming to check on me, he has been on the receiving end of Dean’s wrath more than once.

I threw on a shirt and some sleep shorts before peeling the door open slowly.

I was not prepared to see Eric Northman behind it.

"You know for hunters you really need to cover your tracks better, wasn't all that hard to track you down, not with that sweet aroma you carry around." Eric smirked pompously.

I could hear Dean shuffling as he rushed putting his clothes back on.

He was suddenly at my side ripping the door open and glaring down the viking vampire in front of me.

It was the first time I saw them toe to toe.

Eric was definitely taller but Dean was unfazed by his size.

Dean was nothing to mess with either. He was lethal in his own right, and had more blood on his hands then he liked to think about.

"Now if you're done fucking your play thing, I'd like to talk." Eric said completely ignoring Dean’s threatening demeanor.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

Oh god he heard that?

Of course he did, fucking super hearing ability.

"I think that opportunity has passed, we're no longer interested." Dean growled slamming the door but Eric’s vampire speed won out and he caught it seamlessly.

"If you could do me a favor sweets and calm your guard dog here, I believe you and I can help each other." Eric said once again ignoring Dean completely.

"I thought you said you didn't need or want my help?" I finally spoke, feeling my anger rising again.

"Oh don't be smug, it's humbling enough having to come to a breather for help." Eric said rolling his eyes.

I could feel Dean stiffen beside me.

He didn't trust Eric that much was obvious.

I didn't trust him either.

I was realistic though, and I knew our odds would be better with him on our side instead of in our way.

"Hypothetically speaking of course, let's say I was still interested in helping you, what then?" I inquired.

Dean growled from beside me.

“Excuse us for a moment." Dean said through clenched teeth, shutting the door, this time Eric allowing him to.

Dean sucked in a sharp breath preparing his lecture but I quickly cut him off before he could deliver it.

"Look before you yell, let's be realistic here, I think we're in way over our heads and having Eric on our side instead of in our way is an asset, even if I don't trust him, keep your enemies closer right?"

Dean's eyebrows furrowed knowing he couldn't argue with my logic.

"You were mad before because I didn't have plan, this time I do." I promised.

Dean placed a gentle hand to my cheek pulling my lips to his.

He knew Eric would be listening behind the door.

He wanted to make it known I was his.

I would definitely have to unpack this situation later.

Dean removed his lips resting his forehead on mine.

"Fine we can talk." Dean reluctantly agreed.

I gave him a small smile as I opened the door, seeing Eric standing there looking completely uninterested in Dean's show of affection.

"So then let's talk." I said nodding my head at Eric.

"Just you, no offense but I don’t think your guard dog will fit in with where we’re going, also you might want to shower first, if you’re going to be with me I can’t have you smelling of another man, and one more tip try not to look so much like a hunter, I’ll be back in thirty.” Eric ordered before speeding away.

“Fuck this, no way in hell am I letting you go anywhere alone with him.” Dean said.

“The idea doesn’t thrill me either but I’m just going to need you to trust me.” I said quickly going towards the bathroom.

Dean didn’t say anything instead followed behind me sulking. He shed his clothes stepping in the shower after me.

He huffed pouting as he took his hand washing his seed away from my body. I moaned as his fingers dipped in my folds cleansing me.

“I can trust you if you promise me you won’t do anything reckless, I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt and I wasn’t there to help.” Dean said.

I quickly turned around facing him.

“I promise you Dean, nothing reckless.” I said standing on my toes to place a soft kiss to his mouth.

I finished washing myself quickly, then stepped out and towel dried myself.

I looked in my suitcase trying to find clothes that didn’t scream hunter. I settled for a sundress, this made me look more innocent, more naive.

Exactly thirty minutes later on the dot their was another harsh knock at the door. I took a deep breath opening it. Eric stood smirking behind it, clearly trying to provoke Dean. He let his eyes drift up and down my form very noticeably.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you almost look normal.” Eric joked, that ever present cocky smile still on his face.

Dean wrapped a protective arm around me.

“I swear if you fucking hurt her..” Dean started but Eric cut him off.

“Down boy, she’ll be fine, besides I already ate this evening, though I wouldn’t say no to some dessert.” Eric taunted him.

I rolled my eyes at the pair.

I quickly turned around grabbing Deans shirt bringing him in for a feverish kiss.

Dean smirked in to the kiss hearing Eric sigh in annoyance.

I pulled away letting a hand linger on his cheek.

“I’ll be back.” I assured.

I turned towards Eric ignoring the arm he offered me.

“Well after you.” I gestured.

I saw the the expensive bugatti now parked outside my motel room.

A little over the top I thought, although I guess when you’ve been alive for so long your wealth is vast.

Eric smirked at Dean as he opened the passenger door gesturing for me to get in.

I gave Dean one more soft look before climbing in.

Eric zipped around clambering in the drivers seat. He peeled out of the motel at inhuman speed, making me grip the seat.

“So are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked annoyed.

“A tribunal meeting.” Eric simply answered.

“A what?”

“You people really don’t know anything do you?” He jabbed.

“Look if that’s how this is going to be you can just take me back.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You know your cute when you pout.” Eric laughed.

I rolled my eyes again ignoring his flirtatious comment. He was trying to get under my skin, and he was doing a damn good job at it.

“Listen just stay close to me, and don’t talk to anyone but me.” Eric said glancing at me.

“Eric..”

“No this is serious okay, for me to keep you safe you have to listen to me.” He said.

I glanced at his eyes, and for a moment just a moment I saw some of what I believed to be sincerity. It made him almost seem…. human.

“Fine.” I grumbled.

He pulled in to a field in the middle of nowhere.

I really wasn’t thrilled with this idea now.

I took a deep breath feeling the silver dagger Dean slipped in to the waistband of my underwear. It wasn’t much but it could help me out, give me some leverage.

Eric got out zipping around to open my door.

I got out of the car looking fully at the scene.

There were a few other vampires there, most looked pretty ancient. It wasn’t their looks per say, but their demeanor, the way they carried themselves.

I saw a few humans too, one vampire was openly feeding on a girls neck. If I had eaten I was sure it would come back up at the sight. The worst part is the girl moaned as if she was enjoying it.

Eric smirked as he wrapped an arm around my waist leading me towards the group of vampires.

"Remember what I said, be a good breather and keep quiet." Eric said.

"Fuck you." I cursed under my breath knowing full well Eric would hear me.

Eric's presence instantly got the attention of a man dressed in an expensive suit.

"Eric welcome, and who is this lovely thing you've brought with you, she smells delectable."

"Easy now magister, she's mine." Eric said.

His?

Oh hell no!

"Yours the fu.." I started but Eric quickly clamped his hand on my mouth.

"My apologies sir, quite the mouth she got on her, though it does come in handy." Eric joked.

I nipped at his hand covering my mouth as if telling him he was really pushing it.

"If you'll excuse us sir.." Eric said leading me away from the man.

As soon as he took his hand off my mouth, I raised my hand to strike him but he quickly caught it.

"Yours? What the fuck was that!? I am not now, nor will I ever be yours!" I growled.

"It's my way of protecting you, it's an unspoken rule for vampires that we can't harm or feed from another vampires claimed human, now that I openly claimed you, nobody can touch you or they have to deal with me."

I was still pissed at him but I shook my head in understanding.

"These guys, they're the authority?"

"Well sort of, we work for them, that guy was the magister, the judge of my kind, if you will. The others are area sheriffs like myself, we keep order in our area, and we're all here to talk about our little problem." Eric explained.

"And the humans are privileged to this information?" I questioned.

"No, you’re here to satiate us, but it doesn't matter what they hear they'll just be glamoured to forget, but since you can't be glamoured you better be good at acting." Eric said.

I nodded my head finally understanding.

I would be the only human to remember this meeting.

He was giving me information, leverage.

Eric was about to say something else when the magister cleared his throat getting the attention of all vampires present.

"Now stay close to me, and for fuck's sake act like you can stand to be near me." Eric whispered once again wrapping a cold arm around my waist.

I knew if Dean were here right now he'd be furious at Eric for even daring to touch me in such an intimate matter.

In fact Dean would probably kill him first and ask questions later.

Eric was right, Dean definitely wouldn't have fit in here.

I didn't fit in here.

I grumbled, leaning in to Eric's side, cozying up to him.

I had to pretend.

It might kill me.

But I had to pretend.

I could feel Eric's stupid smirk without seeing it.

"Stop enjoying this." I growled causing a chuckle to fall from his lips.

"Sheriffs, it's great to see you, unfortunately I wish it could be under better circumstances. You all have been gathered here because as you know your state has managed to gain the attention of the authority, and I can tell you they aren't happy. You were put in a position to keep order, lay low, push the movement along, so please someone tell me why it's a goddamn circus out here?" The guy who I now know as the magister yelled.

I could feel Eric tense beside me, his arm getting a little tighter around me.

I could tell the magister was in a significant position of power even without Eric telling me so.

"Sir it's the newborns, they're insatiable, unsupervised." One vamp spoke up.

"And who's fault is that, isn't it your job to handle problem vampires?"

"You wish us to kill our own’s progeny's?" Another quipped.

"Do you dare defy my order?" The magister threatened.

"No sir."

I was taking in all the new information.

It seemed that new vampires were being made, "progeny's" and being left unsupervised after their creation.

It was not only reckless, it was cruel.

"Well maybe the humans have it coming, all they've ever done is hunt us down and lynch us." A vampire beside us spoke.

I glance at him.

He was tall, not as tall as Eric but tall none the less.

He clearly thought he was holier then thou.

I guess he hadn’t come face to face with hunters yet.

"I mean we do kind of deserve it." Eric spoke, surprising me a great deal.

I didn't think he was capable of any compassion towards what he calls “breathers.”

"Wow I can't believe my ears, Eric Northman, the ruthless viking prince suddenly gets himself a human bitch and now he's mr. mainstream?" The vampire spoke turning and taking a step towards us.

Eric let out a warning growl.

"I would watch your next words sheriff, I’m not known for my patience." Eric said baring his fangs.

His hold on me got tighter, if that were possible, I was already trapped against his body as it was.

I could feel the tensions rising as both vampires hissed at each other.

I took my hand squeezing Eric's.

I was surprised when I felt him calm slightly.

It was a simple gesture that always worked for Dean, and seemingly Eric too.

It was a little way of wordlessly saying “I’m here, I got you.”

"ENOUGH both of you! Eric’s right, we all knew coming out of the coffin there would be risks involved, if you can't keep order the authority will come and eradicate your regions."

Eradicate?

As in kill them all?

I was all for killing vampires, but that seems a little excessive.

I worried for Eric.

Wait.

What the fuck am I saying?

I don't worry about vampires.

Vampires are nothing but killing machines.

They don’t have feelings.

Or do they?

I don’t know what I believed anymore in this moment.

"With all due respect magister this is complete bullshit." the previous vampire spoke again.

I could see the magister getting visibly angry.

"We are apex predators, the top of the food chain, and you expect us to just lay down and take it from a bunch of blood bags?" He continued.

I could feel myself getting heated at his words.

He was the epitome of the vampires we killed.

No regard for human life whatsoever.

"We don’t take it, we learn to control ourselves there’s a difference." The magister corrects.

He was all about pushing the mainstreaming movement along, that much was clear, but he could care less about humans as long as all killings and feedings were done in secrecy and done so as not to draw too much attention.

He was just another two faced authoritarian, pushing something he could care less about.

"You and the authority are out of your goddamn minds if you think..." He started.

In an instant the magister zipped over to him, producing a wooden stake before driving it straight through the vampires heart. The vampire exploded sending guts flying everywhere.

Eric quickly turned us around so I wasn’t hit by the debris but he was.

I let out a shaking breath as blood splattered the side of his face.

I didn’t think I would be getting this close to vampire politics tonight.

I was officially over it.

Eric looked in my eyes as if assuring me everything was alright.

The magister wiped some vampire guts from his suit before turning back to everyone.

“I think we’ve all learned our lesson yes?”

No one dared to speak so the magister continued.

“You,” he said pointing at one vampire, “clean up this mess’ and you,” he said now turning to Eric who was cleaning the blood from his face, “glamor your human and then come with me.”

Eric turned to me giving me a look, guess now it was time to put on an act.

How does one even act glamoured? A mindless zombie I guessed.

He stared at me with that glazed look in his eyes, the same one from the bar. He also had something else in there, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was; mischief maybe?

Next came his enchanting voice.

“y/n.”

“Yes.” I spoke quietly as if I was under his spell.

“Nothing happened here tonight, you don’t remember any other vampires being here, you don’t remember anything that was said, do you understand?” Eric ordered.

“Nothing happened here.” I repeated.

“Good…” Eric smirked pompously. “Now kiss me and wait in the car like the good little breather you are.”

I felt my insides boiling.

What the hell was he doing?

He knew I couldn’t say no to him.

It was either that or blow my cover to the magister.

I trusted my skills but not enough to take out an ancient vampire with a simple silver dagger, not while so many others were around.

I realized I was already taking too much time to think. If I didn’t act soon it was over, I was made.

I glared at Eric with furious eyes before leaning in.

He grabbed the back of my neck joining our lips.

I kissed him back with much reserve but he didn’t seem to notice.

He however kissed me gently to my surprise.

In fact he was kind of good at kissing.

What the fuck?

Shut up brain!

This was a vampire for fucks sake!

I willed the moment to be over but Eric was taking his sweet time tasting my mouth.

As we were kissing I tasted something metallic on my tongue.

I knew that taste.

Blood.

I swear if he bit me, I don’t care who’s watching I’ll kill him.

I was confused when Eric pulled away and it wasn’t my lip that was bleeding but his own.

It was his blood?

I quickly turned around walking back to his car as instructed.

I was trying to soak in all the information.

At least now we knew what we were up against.

A bunch of unsupervised baby vamps.

Great.

Eric came back moments later getting in the car. I held my breath until we were far enough away from the field before speaking my thoughts.

“I don’t understand, why are there unsupervised baby vampires allowed to run amok, they need to be taught, isn’t that a little cruel, illegal?”

“It’s unfortunate not every vampire has such a responsible maker.” Eric answered.

“And your maker?” I wondered.

I heard the vampire call Eric a viking prince, I wondered just how he came to be what he was now.

He hesitated a moment before he spoke.

“Godric, he’s gone, he saved me from dying on a battlefield.”

I scoffed a little catching his attention but kept my comment to myself, further annoying Eric.

“Go ahead, say what you want to say.” Eric pushed.

“I don’t know how he saved you, making you crave blood to survive, making you a slave to the night, making you practically immortal, I mean that has to be really lonely, eventually everyone you know will be gone and then it’ll just be you.” I said glancing at him.

“It’s a good thing I don’t care for mortals then.”

“I don’t believe that.” I quipped.

“And I don’t believe you actually hate vampires, I saw how you reacted when the magister spoke of the authority eradicating our regions.” Eric pushed back.

“About that, can they actually do that?” I asked.

If vampires had enough power to eradicate entire regions I think we had bigger problems to worry about then a bunch of baby vamps.

“Yes, they can and they will if the problem isn’t solved.” Eric said slowly pulling back in the motel parking lot.

“So what do we do about it so that doesn’t happen?” I asked turning my body towards him.

“We?”

“Just shut up, and tell me!” I said rolling my eyes at him again.

“I guess the only thing we can do, go on a hunting trip. If we can’t control them we have to eradicate them.” Eric said.

“Alright we’ll be ready then.”

“You and your dog can meet me at fangtasia tomorrow night, sunset, we’ll formulate a plan from there.” Eric nodded.

“Sunset.” I confirmed turning to get out of the car.

“Oh Eric, one more thing.” I said turning back around.

Before he could realize what was happening I balled my fist, sending it flying in to his nose. I heard a satisfying crunch as it connected.

“ If you ever trick me into kissing you again, I’ll kill you myself. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smirked getting out of the car.

“You broke my nose!” Eric yelled out the window.

“Eh your a vampire, you’ll heal.” I shrugged, glancing once more at him.

“I know I’m a vampire but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.” He growled pushing his nose back in to position.

“Goodnight Eric.” I called one final time.

Eric rolled his eyes before peeling out of the parking lot, the sound getting Dean’s attention. He flung open the door pulling me to his chest. He inspected my body for any signs of injury but found none.

“Dean it’s okay, I’m okay.” I said placing a hand on his cheek.

I took him inside telling him everything that happened.

Well almost everything.

I left out the kissing part.

It would just further cause problems between the two, and besides I handled it.

He groaned when I told him we’d be seeing Eric tomorrow night.

He didn’t want to work with him but he agreed with me, that if we didn’t take care of this little problem we’d have a much bigger problem on our hands, i.e. an authority of ancient vampires that could eradicate entire populations.

“It’s nearly dawn, we should get some sleep.” Dean said stroking a hand through my hair.

I looked at Dean’s face, he had a slight crease in his forehead that only showed up when he was worrying about something.

“Dean what is it?” I asked.

“Who’s to say we don’t help him and then he turns right around and tries to kills us? I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” Dean says sincerely.

“I know your worried but I don’t think he’ll try anything, he needs our help, besides he had every opportunity to kill me tonight, but he didn’t. Instead he gave us some pretty valuable information, which I’m suspecting he could get staked for if someone found out.” I said my mind traveling to the blonde haired vampire.

I had no idea why he was on my mind right now.

“Are you concerned for him?” Dean asked a look of jealousy and disgust on his face.

When I didn’t answer immediately, Dean continued.

“He’s a killer y/n, a leech, you can’t seriously be worrying about him?” Dean growled.

“I’m not.” I told a half lie.

“What is it then?” Dean pushed.

“It’s just everything might not be as black and white as we think that’s all.” I said trying to carefully chose my words.

“I mean they drink human blood to survive how is there any grey area in that?” Dean retorted.

“Some of them didn’t ask for this life, you know they thought they were being saved..” I trailed off thinking of the story Eric told me of his creation.

“It doesn’t change what they are.” Dean said.

I shrugged my shoulders. I guess he was right. At the end of the day they would still be feeding on humans to survive.

We were prey to them.

“I think we should get some sleep.” I said leaning up and pecking his lips quickly.

Dean was not satisfied with how we ended things but he didn’t push further to which I was thankful. Instead he pulled me in closer so my head was laying on his chest.

I felt the exhaustion starting to take a toll on my body, and the darkness starting to envelop me.

I reached my hand up to touch Dean but was surprised to feel the space empty.

Suddenly fingers were hooked in to my sleep shorts pulling them slowly down my legs. I groaned as lips kissed tenderly up my thigh, making my core burn with pleasure. I cast my eyes downward, meeting a pair of green ones.

“Dean.” I moaned as his head dipped down, his breath fanning over my center.

I didn’t know how Dean slipped down there without me noticing but right now I didn’t care.

Instead of devouring me like I wanted, his lips trailed back down to my thigh.

I could feel my blood pumping with need and desire.

“Beg me for it.” Dean commanded.

Didn’t need to tell me twice.

“Oh god please Dean.” I begged running my hands through his hair.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my thigh.

I gasped looking down but instead of Dean, Eric was there with extended fangs, licking blood off his lips

What the fuck is going on?

Am I dreaming?

I’ve got to be dreaming.

A million questions surged through my head.

How?

When?

Why?

“Eric?” I blushed trying to hide my body from him.

“The femoral artery, like the jugular if pierced wrong can cause you to bleed out in mere minutes.” Eric said licking my thigh.

I looked down realizing blood was seeping out from too little pin pricks. I could feel my heart start to race but it wasn’t from fear… rather excitement.

What was wrong with me?

Was I turned on by this?

“It is indeed the best place to draw blood, so pleasurable and not just for me.” Eric said dipping his head back down, sinking his fangs in to my thigh.

I threw my head back with a moan as Eric drank my blood. His long fingers trailed up my thigh, dipping in to my folds that were already slick with arousal.

Oh god this was so wrong.

But it felt so good I didn’t want to stop.

But Dean?

Fuck!

As I was about to push Eric away, I felt lips against my neck, a hand trailing down my shirt to play with my hardened nipples.

I sat up a little seeing Dean now behind me.

Okay now I know I am in fact dreaming. These two can’t even be in the same room together, let alone take turns pleasuring me.

Eric removed his fangs and started to devour my core, his tongue working expertly up and down my folds.

“Oh god.” I moaned, biting my lip.

Dean trailed his fingers down further and started rubbing circles on my bundle of nerves, making my body writhe with pleasure.

“Mmm such a good girl, wouldn’t you agree Eric?” Dean whispered with a husky tone that made my legs shake.

"Mmm, the best girl.” Eric said removing his mouth from my folds momentarily before diving back in.

I felt the coil in my stomach winding tighter and tighter, begging to spring free. The sensation of Eric devouring me with his mouth while Dean worked me with his fingers was too much to bare. I was so close and then….

I sprang up, gasping for air.

The room was still dark, however sunlight started filtering through the curtains.

I guessed it was just after sunrise.

I looked to my left seeing Dean sound asleep. Eric was nowhere to be found.

“Of course not dummy, he’s dead during the day” my brain screamed at me.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead trying to calm my racing heart.

Why in the fuck would I dream of Eric pleasuring me?

Dean makes sense but Eric?

Eric?

A thousand year old vampire?

What the fuck was wrong with me!?

The worst part is he bit me, he bit me and I enjoyed it.

I deduced I was in need of some serious therapy and counseling.

I took a few deep breaths before laying back down next to Dean. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours before finally succumbing to pure exhaustion.

I woke up to a hand running through my hair. I was hesitant to open my eyes, my dream still at the forefront of my mind.

I was relieved when all I saw was Dean.

“It’s almost sunset.” Dean said placing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I groaned in response causing Dean to laugh.

“I’m not looking forward to this either.” Dean said getting out of the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

I sat up stretching my limbs. I was dreading having to face Eric after the impure dream I had about him.

I was still struggling to understand why I was dreaming about him in that way. I mean sure he was attractive, but he was a monster and I was the one who hunted him.

I didn’t realize how long I sat there in my head until Dean was coming out of the bathroom freshly showered.

I quickly collected myself so I didn't look like a mess.

Dean could NOT find out about this.

I rushed in to the bathroom turning on the cold water. I splashed my face a couple times trying to calm my shaking hands.

Fuck.

Get it together.

I stepped out getting dressed for the night. Dean was already ready to go, reloading uv bullets in both guns.

“Sam?” I asked lacing my boots.

“He’s keeping the police off our backs for now, he’ll meet up with us later.” Dean said tossing me my weapon.

I grabbed some colloidal sliver as well as a couple silver daggers.

“Alright, let’s do this.” I sighed.

Dean grabbed my hand pulling me to his chest.

“If shit goes down, you get out, and I’ll come find you.” Dean said placing a gentle hand on my cheek.

“You and I both know that isn’t happening, we’re in this together, until the end.” I said looking deeply in his eyes.

Dean leaned down capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.

I wished desperately we could just stay in this moment but that was a fairytale and our lives were anything but. It was more like a constant nightmare if you asked me.

Dean pulled away giving me a silent nod.

It didn’t take us long until we were sat in the fangtasia parking lot.

“If he tries anything, I will kill him.” Dean said pulling the safety off his gun.

“I know you will, you’ve only been chomping at the bullet to since we’ve met him.” I said mimicking his actions.

Dean shrugged knowing I wasn’t wrong. I saw the blonde lady from before opening the door. I guess that was our invitation to go in. I tucked away my gun, climbing out of the impala.

“Oh great they’re back.” The blonde lady spat sarcastically.

“It’s nice to see you again too.” I bit back.

“Pam, play nice now, these humans are here to help us.”

I gulped as soon as I heard his voice.

My mind flooded with the images of him tucked between my legs, my blood dripping off his fangs.

Dean must’ve noticed my unease. He put a hand on the small of my back giving me a reassuring pat.

I pushed past the blonde lady, Pam I now knew was her name, and I walked in to the empty bar. It sure looked a lot different with the lights on. Eric once again was sitting on his ridiculous throne. He smirked at me as soon as our eyes connected.

Dean was quick to catch up with me.

He stood so his shoulder was slightly blocking me from Eric.

“So what’s the plan?” Dean growled.

“Oh no formal introductions, straight to the point huh.” Eric taunted looking at me.

“Eric please, save the jokes, let’s get this over with.” I sighed.

“I for one had a great time last night.” Eric smirked.

I glared at him, silently telling him to shut up.

Dean didn't know about the kiss, and if he found out now, he'd kill Eric and then maybe me.

“Well except for that little part where you broke my nose.” He said.

As he said this the blonde lady flashed her fangs at me. Dean immediately shifted pulling his gun and aiming it at Pam.

“Pam stand down.” Eric commanded.

Pam was protective of him, that was abundantly clear.

I was starting to put the pieces together.

Pam was his progeny.

He created her just as Godric created him.

Dean slowly lowered his gun once there was no threat to me anymore. He gave me a incredulous look as I hadn’t told him that part of the story.

“It looks to me you healed just fine, now please let’s get on with it.” I sassed him.

“As you wish, follow me.” Eric said standing from the throne.

“Where?” Dean quickly ordered.

“What you don’t trust me?” Eric taunted him.

“I don’t trust bloodsuckers no.” Dean retorted.

“Ha, I could snap you in half in just a matter of seconds” Eric threatened.

“I’d really like to see you try, give me a reason to fry you.” Dean growled cocking his gun.

Ugh these two were incorrigible.

“Ok enough of the dick swinging contest are we doing this or not?” I asked rolling my eyes at the men.

I could see Pam for once in agreement with me.

I gestured for Eric to show us what he wanted to. He walked down a hallway leading us to a stairwell.

“Is this your dungeon or something?” I joked.

“Yes.” Eric answered seriously.

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.

“You first.” Dean growled not trusting Eric to go behind him.

“Guests first, I insist.” Eric said opening the door.

“Seriously?” I groaned, pushing past both men, and starting to walk down the steps.

I heard footsteps following behind me, they weren’t heavy like Dean’s so I knew they were Eric’s. He was close behind me.

I felt a chill run down my spine the closer he got.

“So, tell me y/n have any good dreams lately?” Eric whispered in my ear.

I about lost my footing, as my face went pale.

He knew?

How the fuck did he know that?

I quickly pulled myself together, I wouldn’t let him get under my skin.

“Yes in fact, Dean was in all of them.” I bit back.

“I bet he was.” Eric smirked.

I could hear some low growling sounds as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

He wasn’t kidding it really was a dungeon down here.

I felt Dean once again at my side.

Eric disappeared for a moment pulling a lever.

I heard the growling get louder, a vampire descended from the ceiling suspended by silver chains.

He thrashed around trying to break free, the silver burning his skin as he did so.

“I found this one feeding on a human right outside my bar, he’s new, not yet a month old.” Eric said.

“A newborn, I’m guessing his maker is nowhere to be found.” I said eyeing up the vamp.

He looked weak, I would guess he’d been down here for a few days, starved of blood.”

“Oh on the contraire, his maker is very much around, in fact he’s responsible for the surge of newborns, that’s where we need to go.” Eric said.

“How do you know that?” I asked him.

“We’ve been spending a lot of quality time together lately.” Eric joked.

“Where’s his maker?” Dean asked.

“Only thing I can’t get out of him. What do you think she’s for?” Eric asked nodding at me.

Dean was quick to put an arm out in front of me.

Before Dean could protest Eric spoke.

“Tell me guard dog do you know her blood type?” Eric asked Dean.

“AB Negative.” Dean answered quickly.

I was a little shocked that he knew that, but I guess I had to be given blood a time or two since we started hunting.

“Yes, the rarest of all blood types, a delicious treat for a vampire, a treat that is very very hard to resist.” Eric answered.

Oh great so basically I was crack for vampires.

“I’m not giving any of my blood.” I growled.

“Oh you won’t have to.” Eric said stepping closer to me. “Just your scent alone will drive him mad.” Eric added inhaling.

“Fine.” I said rolling my eyes.

“If it even moves an inch, I’m shooting.” Dean says taking aim at the newborn vampire.

I took a few steps closer to the still thrashing vampire.

Eric was right, as soon as I was within distance, his fangs popped, his neck craned to hiss at me.

“I don’t think you want to do that.” I warned.

He hissed again in response.

“See that gun, it’s loaded with uv administering bullets, it’ll feel like the sun is invading every part of your body, it will be a most unpleasant sensation.” I explained.

Dean aimed the gun a little higher, waiting for the vampire to make a wrong move.

“Don’t make him have to use it, all you have to do is tell us where your maker resides, and all this can go away.”

“Fuck all of you.” The vampire spat.

“Why are you protecting him?” I asked circling him.

“He’s my master.” He answered.

“Well he clearly doesn’t care about you, he left you to fend for yourself.” I pushed.

“He released you?” Eric questioned coming closer to me.

“Yes.” The vampire answered.

“You are no longer his problem then.” Eric said.

“You have no loyalty to him.” I added.

“Shut up all of you please.” The vampire cried out.

Eric and I were trying to break him down, and it was working.

“He wouldn’t care if we killed you right here right now, in fact he wouldn’t even think twice about it.” Eric pushed farther.

“In fact he’ll probably just make another to take your place, it’ll be like you never existed.” I said.

“I think we’ll go ahead and do just that.” Eric said popping out his fangs.

“Alright stop, please I’ll tell you, just don’t kill me”.

Eric gave me a satisfied look before going in the newborn’s face.

“Where is he?” Eric growled.

“He’s got a whole nest next to the old cemetery, he’s stashing humans there to feed us. Please now let me go, I did what you wanted.” He begged.

“You’ve been a great help.” Eric said putting his hand through the newborns chest producing his heart.

I could see betrayal flash on the newborns features as blood seeped from his mouth.

I turned away as Eric crushed his heart in his hand, causing the newborn to explode in to pieces.

“Was that necessary?” I asked kicking a chunk of vampire guts away from me.

“Yes, he broke the law so he must suffer the true death. It was either this or let your boyfriend fry him from the inside, I gave him a quick way out.” Eric said.

I took a deep breath, I needed to get out of here, the smell of vampire guts was starting to make me sick. I ran up the stairs, hearing both men trailing behind me.

“You mortals have such weak stomach’s.” Eric said going behind the bar.

He quickly produced a glass of water for me. I took it gratefully, choosing to ignore his comment.

“I need to go call Sam.” Dean said.

“I’ll be fine, go ahead.” I nodded.

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” Dean said glaring at Eric.

“If I wanted to kill either of you I would’ve done it by now.” Eric shrugs.

“Yeah well I’m still debating about killing you.” Dean said.

“For once we agree on something.” Eric retorted.

“For the love of god both of you stop acting like children!” I said slamming my hand down on the bar top.

I walked to the other side of the bar taking a seat in an empty booth. I was tired of the back and forth. Dean gave me a apologetic look before stepping out to call Sam.

I rolled my eyes as Eric joined me in the booth.

“What do you want now?” I groaned.

“Quite a temper he’s got on him.” Eric said.

“I can see you got your own guard dog.” I said nodding my head towards Pam who looked like she wanted to rip my head off for even daring to breathe the same air as her maker.

“Yes Pam, she’s my..” He started.

“Your progeny.” I cut him off.

“How did you know that?”

“I’m not completely dim Eric, I put the pieces together. I saw how you looked when talking about your maker, it’s the same way Pam looks at you.” I shrugged.

“Jealous?” Eric smirked.

“Did you save her too?” I asked ignoring his comment.

“Yes in fact I did. I didn’t set out to create Pam, but if I didn’t turn her she was going to die, and Pam had a hard life, I thought she deserved a little good.” Eric spoke tenderly.

“I guess you didn’t leave her at least.” I said.

“I never would, I made her this way, it’s my responsibility to look out for her, teach her, just as Godric did me.” Eric said.

“Hmm so you can insightful, good to know.” I said offering him a nod.

“You never answered my question earlier, any good dreams lately?” Eric smirked.

I rolled my eyes at his teasing.

“I guess you’ll never know.” I shrugged.

“I have a feeling your boyfriend doesn’t know either.” Eric pushed.

“Okay I’m debating on killing you now.” I said annoyed.

“It’s okay if you did dream of me, I mean it is a side effect of taking my blood after all.” Eric said nonchalantly leaning back in the seat.

I spit out the water I was drinking as the words left his lips.

“Wait what?”

I don’t remember taking his blood.

I remembered then the kiss, when I pulled away Eric had blood on his lip.

“You see when we kissed, I accidentally cut my lip on my fang and you drank some of my blood. It was what allowed you to break my nose, it gave you a boost of strength. Unfortunately it does come with a few side effects.” Eric explained.

Accidentally?

I somehow didn’t believe that.

“You mean when you forced me to kiss you.” I growled.

“Ah yes forgot about that little detail.”

“Yeah what else did you forget to tell me?” I asked balling my fists.

“You see now that you have my blood inside you, I’ll be able to locate you quickly, and I can feel the things you feel. In return your innately more attracted to me, dreaming of me. You and I are bonded now.” Eric explained.

I suddenly felt very violated.

“I didn’t want that, I didn’t want any of this.” I bit.

Eric chuckled and leaned in close.

“Oh come on you’re not fooling anyone.” He whispered.

I could feel my heartbeat uptick just from his proximity to me. I couldn’t control it, it was as if it completely shut my brain out and was thinking on its own.

“I don’t want anything to do with you, in fact I can’t wait for this whole thing to be over so I never have to see you again.” I growled.

“I think you’re forgetting I feel what you feel, I know that’s a lie.” Eric said sliding a little closer.

“It’s not.” I defended.

“I know you want me.” Eric said placing one of his large hands on my thigh.

I sucked in a sharp breath trying to calm myself.

“You want me just as much as I want you.” Eric added trailing his hand upwards.

I quickly jumped up causing his hand to fall.

“Sorry you’re dead wrong I love Dean.” I growled walking away from him.

I was relieved when Dean came back. I quickly walked over to him wrapping my arms around him. He was surprised for a minute but hugged me back.

I can’t believe I admitted my love for Dean, to Eric of all people.

I seriously needed some therapy now.

“Sam’s going to meet us there.” Dean said.

I nodded my head.

“Let us get a few things and we’ll meet you there.” I nodded to Eric. 

“No chance, I’m coming with you. I don’t trust you mortals either.” Eric said grabbing his jacket.

I guess that was fair.

“Eric, I’m coming with you.” Pam spoke.

“No Pam, I need you to stay here and handle opening. I’ll be fine don’t worry about me.” Eric said walking over to her and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Pam gave me a look, one that said if he gets hurt you’re dead.

I gave her a silent nod that it would be fine. I wouldn’t let Dean kill him.

I might still kill him, but Dean won’t.

Eric followed us back to the impala.

I opened the trunk where we stored all our weapons, or most of them at least. I grabbed a silencer putting it on the end of my pistol, the last thing we needed was to attract more attention.

I grabbed some silver chains as well as some silver bullets in case we ran out of the uv ones. I grabbed a wooden stake, before turning back around.

“Really?” Eric asked rolling his eyes.

“I would stay out of the crossfire if I was you.” I threatened.

Dean smirked as he shut the trunk.

Eric zipped to the old cemetery while Dean and I drove. I could see headlights at the entrance belonging to Sam.

It was eerily quiet.

Eric led the way as Sam, Dean and I aimed our guns, taking in our surroundings.

We walked a few steps seeing and hearing nothing.

“I don’t think anyone’s here.” Sam said.

Of course as he said that, a newborn came out of the dark and lunged towards my neck.

Eric was faster and caught the newborn by the neck while Dean shot a bullet through it’s chest. It immediately sank to the ground in agonizing pain as the uv bullet pulsed in its chest.

As if on queue we were surrounded by insatiable newborns, all looking for one thing, our blood.

I took a deep breath.

“Dog, keep her close, her smell will drive them mad.” Eric said pushing me closer to Dean.

Dean gave Eric an almost silent thank you.

It was as if they were suddenly given a silent command to attack, the newborns rushed towards us fangs bared. I fired multiple rounds finding a different target each time.

I could feel my ears ringing from the gunshots as well as the wailing of newborns who were being fried by the uv bullets.

I stumbled crashing in to Eric.

He caught me quickly standing me up on my feet.

I ran out of bullets shortly after, having to resort to the stake and silver daggers. I was wrestling with a particularly strong vampire, my silver dagger doing little to deter it’s advances. I lost my footing falling to the ground with the vampire. I held an arm to it’s throat keeping it’s fangs away from my face.

It was getting harder and harder to hold it back. I suddenly felt blood splatter on my face as a wooden stake stuck out of the vampires chest.

“Oh fuck.” I heard the vampire groan before exploding.

Dean quickly picked me up brushing me off.

“Dean watch out.” I called.

A vampire was approaching him quickly.

But this one wasn’t a newborn.

It moved far better, it was more experienced.

It was the maker we had been looking for.

And it was coming straight for Dean.

I didn’t know what I was doing until I was already moving.

I quickly shoved Dean out of harm’s way.

 I felt a hand go around my neck and teeth sink in to my flesh.. and then I felt nothing.

Dean

“Dean watch out.” I heard her voice call.

Before I had time to react I was being shoved to the side. I looked up to see a vampire grab her by the neck and sink his teeth in to her throat.

“No!” I screamed, grabbing my gun and firing six or seven silver bullets in to it’s chest.

Eric noticed the commotion and ran up behind the vampire pulling it’s heart out ultimately ending it.

I quickly ran over as y/n slumped to the ground, her hand going up to try and cauterize her wound. I quickly replaced her hand with my own, putting as much pressure as I could to stop the bleeding. I felt the tears already welling up in my eyes as the blood gushed from her neck despite the pressure I applied.

“Dean.” I heard her gasp, her eyes filling with tears.

I was soon joined by Sam.

“Dean, her jugular is severed, what do we do.” Sam panicked.

I didn’t know what to do.

She was losing too much blood too fast.

I let out a sob running my other hand down her cheek.

“It’s okay baby don’t worry, you’re going to be okay.” I sobbed kissing her forehead.

“Dean it’s okay I’m not afraid.”

How could she say it’s okay.

Nothing is okay!

“It’s not okay, please just hang on.” I cried.

“Dean, I’m in the arms of my first love, I’m with the only man I’ve ever loved, I’m okay.” I could hear her choke barely getting it out.

She loved me?

It was the words I had been longing to hear for years, but not now.

“I love you too, I love you so much which is why you can’t leave me.” I begged.

I looked over seeing Sam now crying too.

I looked back to her face, noticing it go paler and paler.

My hand was doing little to stop the massive blood loss.

Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she lost consciousness.

She was dying.

My love, my world, dying in my arms.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I wouldn’t.

I gently laid her down, grabbing my gun.

I pointed it at Eric who was standing there just watching with furrowed brows.

He acted like he was hurt by the situation, like he cared about her.

“Change her.” I growled.

“Dean, you can’t.” Sam said as he started standing up.

“Sit the fuck down Sam.” I screamed at him.

I turned back around to Eric who still hasn’t moved.

“I said fucking change her, now.” I hissed.

He made no movements.

I fired a single silver bullet right in to his shoulder making him hiss in pain.

“I’m not asking again fucking do it.” I screamed.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” Eric said.

“I don’t care, I’m not losing her, do it.” I said.

I wasn’t thinking straight, all I could think about was that I didn’t want to live without her.

“I don’t even know if it’ll work.” Eric growled getting closer.

“Try, you fucking owe us that much.” I growled.

Eric gave me one last look before sinking his fangs in her neck wound, completely draining her of blood.

I sank to my knees as he bit his wrist forcing it in her mouth.

“I need you to start digging a hole big enough for the both of us.” He said once her heartbeat stopped.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“It’s either that or she dies from sunlight exposure.” He growled dripping more blood in to her mouth.

“Sam go.” I growled.

“Dean you can’t be serious with this?” Sam protested.

“Goddamnit Sam go.” I yelled.

He gave me one last look before running off to dig a hole. Eric finally yanked his wrist away going to help Sam dig. I crawled over to her now lifeless body.

“I’m so sorry baby, this is all my fault.” I sobbed on her chest, not caring that I was getting covered in her blood.

I didn’t protect her.

I should’ve protected her.

It should’ve been me.

“Alright move.” Eric growled pushing me off of her.

I grabbed my gun pointing it at him. I wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there, but if this worked, she would need him.

He lifted her carefully in his arms jumping down in the hole that was dug. He gently laid her down, before laying down himself and cuddling her body to his chest.

I couldn’t stand the sight,

“Now cover us up. No sunlight can seep through or we’ll both die.” He growled.

“How will I know if it worked?” I said utterly defeated.

“If she wakes up tomorrow night, you’ll know.” Eric said.

I grabbed a shovel dumping dirt over them.

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling as I buried her.

Once I was sure she was far enough underground I collapsed as my body racked with sobs.

“Dean what did you do?” Sam questions sitting down beside me.

“I don’t know Sam, I couldn’t let her go.” I cried.

“It would’ve been better than this, Dean she wouldn’t want this.” Sam said.

I felt rage cloud over my eyes. I turned around shoving Sam.

“It wouldn’t have been better how can you say that?” I seethed.

“Dean I loved her too.” He started.

“No you didn’t, not like I did.” I whispered.

“So what you’re just going to wait here until tomorrow night?” He scoffed.

“If I have too.” I snapped.

I didn’t care what it took.

I was going to see her again.

“I’m sorry Dean but I can’t be part of this, I won’t.” Sam said.

I didn’t answer him.

If he didn’t want to be apart of this then he can go.

“Dean?” Sam pushed again as if he was going to change my mind.

When I didn’t answer him for the second time he finally left.

I brought my knees to my chest laying down beside the pile of dirt that contained her. I felt as if I died right along with her.

Reader

Am I dead?

Is this what death is like?

A permanent darkness?

I felt something cold and heavy on my body.

Where was I?

I can’t remember anything.

I felt something stir beside me alerting all of my senses.

I tried to move my hand and realized I was surrounded by dirt.

Was I buried alive?

What was going on?

I was panicking now.

I quickly started digging trying to free myself.

I was suddenly being ripped from the dirt by a strong hand.

Moonlight flooded my eyes as I took a sharp breath in.

It however provided no relief to my burning throat.

“It’s okay, everything is okay.” I quickly flipped around seeing a tall blonde.

I felt my memories come back like a flash flood.

Eric. Dean. Vampires. Death.

I died.

But I was still here.

That’s impossible.

Unless….

“I’m a..” I started too stunned to speak.

“A vampire.” Eric finished.

I looked at him, suddenly feeling a pull towards him, an unexplainable urge to protect and care for him.

I realized then that he was my maker.

He did this to me.

“I don’t understand.” I said grabbing my throat that was still burning.

“I saved you, you were dying and I saved you.” Eric said taking a step closer.

I found that my vampire self didn’t want him to step away, I wanted him to take me in his arms and tell me everything was going to be okay.

“I’m so..”

“Thirsty, I know, I’m going to take care of you.” Eric said.

Thirsty.

For blood.

I craved blood.

It made me sick, but I needed it.

Eric was about to take me away when a voice caught my attention.

“y/n?”

Dean

I laid by the freshly dug grave until I could see the sun starting to set.

If this worked she’d be up soon.

Please god let it work.

I sat up when I heard something stirring.

Eric arose out of the grave, eyes clouding with fury when he saw me standing there.

“You need to leave now.” He growled.

No fucking way.

“I’m not leaving.” I pushed back.

“Look she will be insatiable, and you’re covered in blood, so unless you want her to have your death on her conscience for eternity you’ll leave.” Eric said this time putting his hands on me and shoving me away from the grave.

“It worked?” I asked ignoring his request.

I couldn’t believe it worked.

“I need to see her.” I said, standing my ground.

“I need to feed her, so unless you want to become her meal you’ll leave. This is the last chance I’m offering you!” Eric growled.

I hesitantly backed up.

I didn’t want to torment her new senses.

I sighed before jogging off in to the tree line so I was out of sight.

I watched as Eric stuck his hand in the dirt pulling her out.

She still looked like herself, but everything was more defined now.

I felt my heart break as her eyes looked around terrified.

Oh god..

What did I do?

“It’s okay, everything is okay.” Eric assured her. 

Her face contorted with realization.

“I’m a..”

“A vampire.” Eric confirmed for her.

I could see her heartbreaking for just her face.

She didn’t want this.

I did this.

Oh god.

What did I do?

I felt the tears start to cloud my vision.

I was completely selfish.

Sam was right, she didn’t want this. But I wouldn’t listen.

“I’m going to take care of you.” I heard Eric say as he went to leave with her.

I couldn’t let him.

I stepped out of the tree line.

“y/n?”

She quickly whipped around in my direction. I saw her eyebrows contort in pain as she looked at me. Eric grabbed her hand bringing her to his side.

“It’s okay y/n, come here, I’ll help you.” I said taking a step closer.

She didn’t budge. Instead just stared at me with longing eyes.

I heard Eric chuckle making me growl.

“Remember that part where I said you had no idea what you were asking for?” Eric taunted.

“y/n come here.” I said again choosing to ignore him.

“Sorry, she only listens to me, she calls me daddy now.” Eric jabbed.

No.

This was all wrong.

This isn’t what I wanted.

I felt my hands shaking.

What did I do?

Part Two: Coming Soon!

[bread-pitt1]

I NEED him in a fifth dimensional aerodynamic spiritual plane mental encasement fixation twinkle berry and pine juice aromatic strawberry shortcake filling with home brewed matcha kind of way.

idek what I even mean, but you get me right ? (*´﹃｀*)

[marrziy]

TENHO FOME.

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝. 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠.

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚣

"Hollywoods New 'IT' Boy"

"She's just...wow."

𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝚉𝚞𝚛𝚣𝚘𝚕𝚘

"The Celebrity Crush"

"Ciao y/n, sei bellissima!"

𝙹𝚘𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚢

"Joey"

"Nick, take it from the guy who's been working with her for six years."

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑è𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚝

"Chandler"

"Her humour is dark and twisted only certain people understand. That's why I love her."

𝙲𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚘𝚌𝚑

"The Match Maker."

"Ooo, yeah. I have a few connections Nick."

𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙶𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚣

"The Mentor"

"I'm so proud of her. She's done so much growing, I feel so old."

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚐å𝚛𝚍

"The Hidden Lover"

"She's an amazing girl to work with. But I can't answer that question, just yet."

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚍

"Phoebe"

"Hell yeah I'm her twin and she is mine. And then there's Ella."

𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕

"Monica"

"If y/n and I weren't friends, we defiantly be lovers hahah. Sorry Bill, she's mine and Hailee's."

AN: There you have it the main cast of She's One of A Kind. In this story Bill is single and doesn't have a child. 

All images have been sourced by Pinterest and gifs from their rightful owners .

[raewritesfiction]

Wanna Find Out? [Alexander Skarsgard]

A/N: fleshing out a quick idea. Sorry for the formatting, I’m on mobile.

Plot: getting drunk with good friend Alex and a question arises.

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard X Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Oral (M & F receiving), Unprotected sex (always use a condom!), Alcohol

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Your day had been shitty but your evening was going much better as you had steadily gotten a little happy drunk with your friend Alex, relaxing on his sofa with random bad movies playing in the background as you set the world to rights and talked absolute bullshit.

Alex shuffles and sinks down, his head resting on the sofa back as you watched another horror with predictable teens getting drunk, fucking and then murdered before anyone could do anything. You could swear you’d seen it before but it could just be it was so similar to the previous one.

You tilt your head as a full frontal of a man comes on screen and you raise an eyebrow. “No way is that real… gotta be prosthetic.”

Alex chuckles and swigs his beer “maybe…. Dunno. He could just be an elephant.”

You laugh and finish your drink “….so what about you? I’ve seen Big Little Lies… was yours a prosthetic?” You pour another glass and can feel Alex’s eyes on your back but you don’t turn to look at him as you lean back.

“You wanna find out?” He raises an eyebrow and looks over to you.

Your glass rests on your lip as you blink and turn to meet his gaze “oh? That easy? I just had to ask?”

“Yup…” he nods and swigs his beer, finishing the bottle.

“Okay.. okay then.” You down your whiskey “whip it out..”

Alex puts his bottle down and pushes down his sweatpants to free himself. Apparently he had forgone underwear for comfort. Your eyes wander down from his face to his cock and you can’t help but let out a gasp “oh… no… no prosthetic needed.” You lick your lips at the sight and shuffle to face him.

“Nope…” he shakes his head and smirks “never needed one… though I will say it was damn cold in True Blood!” He goes to pull his sweats back up but you stop him, “no need to cover up so soon…”

“Oh..?” He raises an eyebrow and watches you shuffle to face him and lean down, dragging your tongue down his length. “Oh!”

You hum, wrapping your hand around him and lick the tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and feeling him harden under your touch. Alex groans quietly and moves his hips to your mouth as you slowly take him deeper into your mouth until he couldn’t go any further. Deepthroating was not your forte so your hand would have to make do for what your mouth couldn’t take.

He doesn’t seem to mind as you bob your head and swirl your tongue around him making him moan louder, a hand threading into your hair while the other grips the armrest of the sofa. You look up under your lashes and watch his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes, a moan on every exhale. You massage his balls with your other hand and draw out a low low growl from him, his hips bucking into your mouth and almost making you choke. Almost. He settles his hips again and pants heavily as your mouth works along his length, around the head and your tongue teases the slit.

You moan around him, barely able to open your mouth wide enough to take him you pull away briefly and pant before sucking around the head and jerking his length with your hand. He stutters and groans pulling you away fully “god fuck, not yet…”

You wipe the corners of your mouth and watch him crawl over you, pinning you down to the sofa and kissing you passionately. His lips move over your jaw and neck while he pulls at your strap top, freeing your tits for his teasing amusement. Just as Alex had gone sans underwear, your idea of comfort didn’t include a bra.

Massaging and kneading while he kisses and sucks on your nipples, his teeth scraping lightly and his fingers pinching just enough for that pleasurable pain that makes you gasp and whine. Heat fires through you down to your core and you wish you could squeeze your thighs together but Alex’s hips hold them apart.

Once he was satisfied with the nip and bite marks on your tits he moves lower and undoes your jeans, pulling them roughly down over your hips and legs until he can throw them aside to the floor. His large hand immediately moves to your pussy; his thumb circling your clit as his fingers tease your entrance. “So wet for me…”

You whine in answer and nod “I’ve thought about this a lot…”

“Me too.” He moves your leg to lay over his shoulder and kisses your calf, pushing two fingers into you slowly with ease, drawing out a mewl of pleasure from your lips. He thrusts slowly and watches your hips move to the same rhythm before dipping down and flicking his tongue quickly over your clit. You gasp and moan his name, your hands in his hair as you rock your hips to his fingers and tongue. His scissors and thrusts, curls and stretches you out while his tongue works on your sensitive and hardened nub.

You feel a flutter pulsing through you, making you whimper and arch “oh god..”

Alex chuckles against you and slowly pulls away, withdrawing his fingers from you and holding them up to your mouth to clean him off and humming “that’s my good girl…” licking his lips as he watches your tongue swirl around his fingers. He soon resumes his previous position and lays your leg over his shoulder, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing into you, watching your pussy stretch to accommodate his size.

You arch off the sofa as you feel him deep inside you, the head of his cock neatly against your cervix when fully inside you. He kisses your ankle and calf again, settling to let you get adjusted before pulling out and rolling his hips. You gasp and grip onto his wrist as his cock fills you out in ways you hadn’t experienced before; hitting all the right spots on every thrust and roll of his hips. You moan loudly into the room and lift your hips to his movements, another pleasurable pain as he stretches you out to take him fully.

Once accustomed to his size you rock your hips a little faster, watching his face as he grips your hip and thigh, pulling you onto his thrusts.

“I can take it..” you pant and groan needily. “Please!”

Alex growls low and speeds up; his hips piston into you, pushing deep and hard making you writhe and arch on the sofa with his name falling from your lips like a mantra. His eyes move from his cock stretching you to your blissful face to your tits, moving on every thrust of his hips.

“You feel so good…” he groans and grinds his hips into you making you bend double against him. His arm moves around your back and holds you as he leans his forehead against yours. “Let go for me… cum over my cock…”

You pant and whine, unable to make a sentence as his cock drives into you relentlessly.

“Good girl…”

You moan and drop your head back “fffuuuuuuuuck!!!” Arching suddenly against Alex as you cum; your muscles tightening in pulses and pulling him over the edge with you.

Alex lets out a long moan as your pussy milks him, his eyes on your heaving chest as you both relax onto the sofa after release.

He lays your leg to the side and then himself behind you, moving carefully and not pulling out of you yet. His arm holds you close while he whispers sweet things in Swedish close to your ear, against your neck and jaw where he leaves trails of kisses.

You close your eyes and turn your head to catch his kisses, stroking his face and whispering back how good he felt.

“Never been fucked like that..” you kiss him slowly, your tongue exploring his mouth.

He hums and nips you a little “gonna have to make sure I do it again some time then.”

“How about once we’ve recovered before breakfast…?” You chuckle and keep kissing him.

“Gimme ten minutes and I’ll make your legs stop working.” He smiles and rocks his hips playfully, making you gasp.

“Deal…”

-fin-

[boy-oneder]

Straw Dogs (2011) dir. Rod Lurie

[doorianpavus]

Marius De Romanus + Personal Fancasts.

[fics-not-tragedies]

January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

[oncasette]

FANGTASIA. send in a character from my guide + one of the prompts below for a drabble!

how about... "you shouldn't have touched them. every single mark on their body is going to be returned to yours." wiiith our mans eric northman!

please, thank you, love youuu!!! 🩵🩵

𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗡'𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞

eric northman x fem!reader

summary: 1.3k

You’d had vampire blood. Pam and Chow had been gracious enough to offer you their wrists months after you’d started working at Fangtasia, a safety precaution as they’d claimed. You'd had Eric's blood. He could feel your fear, he knew where you were, why wasn't he coming?

or the one where eric saves you from an anti-vampire rights enthusiast.

warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, death, kidnapping, stabbing

a/n: i know i said drabbles but i couldn't contain myself. i am violently ill with my love for this man.

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You think you're dying. surely. There's no way the human body would be able to endure this much pain without ultimately giving up the ghost, right? 

You never should have gotten involved with vampires. They were nothing but a bucket of trouble, as your mother would have put it. And has she had put it, a multitude of times, before she'd ever even known you'd applied to work at Shreveport's resident vampire bar. 

What she didn't know, though, was how incredible they could be. How, even without all their supernatural abilities, intensely good they could be when they decided they wanted. How loyal and caring and kind when they chose to do so. Just how beautiful they could be, fangs and all. 

‘Course, there still was that whole bucket of trouble thing. 

"You sure are pretty for a fangbanger," your captor drawled from where he was watching you from across the room. He'd tied you to a chair at the center of it, thick scratchy ropes binding your wrists to the unlaquered wood beneath you. You spit, knowing that it won't reach the man from this distance, but hoping, almost willing it to hit him squarely between the eyes. 

“Fuck you,” you say.

“Ooh,” he whistles. “You’ve sure got a mouth on you, sweet cheeks. Why waste it on one of those dead fuckers when you could have someone with an actual, bleeding fucking heart?”

“You’re a waste of skin, you piece of shit,” you huff. Not that it was any of his goddamn business, anyway, but you had only ever slept with one man, and it sure as shit hadn’t been one of your bosses.

“Aw, c’mon. I bet you get so cold after one of them vampers is inside you, don’t you. All icy and chilly like. Let me give you a little tip, sweetheart. Humans. Need. Warmth.”

“You say that as if you aren’t a fucking sad sack,” you say. “What a sorry excuse for a human, huh?”

“What’d they do to you, huh, girl? Did they glamor you into only wanting a dead man’s dick?” he asks, slowly shifting and standing from his stool so that he could approach you. Despite their constant–and half-hearted–threats, you’d never been glamored by your vampire coworkers. Your breathing shakes as he approaches in swift steps. It’s then that you see the knife in his hand. 

For the first time in a long time, you realize, genuine fear strikes through you. 

“I’m gonna teach those vampers a lesson,” he says. “And you’re going to help me do that.”

You’d had vampire blood. Pam and Chow had been gracious enough to offer you their wrists months after you’d started working at Fangtasia, a safety precaution as they’d claimed. You'd had Eric's blood. He could feel your fear, he knew where you were, why wasn't he coming?

The knife trails along your collarbone. You're glad it was as dull as it was, knowing if it'd been sharper it would be slicing the skin open in its path down. Then he presses down harder. You can’t muffle the whine as it escapes you, no matter how much you want to. No matter how desperately you wish to not show the man that he holds any power over you. You can feel the blood seeping out of the wound. It dribbles down your chest in a thick stream as it pools and stains the gray cotton of your t-shirt.

“Stop!” you plead. He chuckles before driving the blade deeper into you. With feeble force, you try to get him off with a stunted kick to his knee; It was all you could manage with the way your knees had been duct-taped together. 

“Bitch!” he heaves before rearing back to slap you with the bladeless hand. It slashes your cheek, shallowly, thankfully, but you can feel the ache of where his hand had connected with your cheekbone. “You’re gonna regret that.”

He takes the knife and stabs it into your side, just narrowly missing your ribcage. 

Before you can manage out even a wince, the door to the small shack you’d been held in for the last few hours splinters and it unceremoniously removed from its hinges. 

Eric says nothing as he rushes in. You barely register that it’s him save for the split second image you’d captured from where he’d lingered in the doorway. Your captor is off of you instantly, though you’re still bound to the chair. Eric stills. Wind warps around him as he does so, wrapping him in a flurry of movement as he stands with the man locked in his grasp. 

“You never should have fucking touched her,” Eric growls with his fangs fully extended, grip tightening around the burly man’s neck and raising him inches off the ground. There’s not even a hint of the usual smirk you were so accustomed to seeing. “Every single mark on her body will be returned unto you tenfold.”

“She fucking deserved it,” he gargles as the vampire latches onto the expanse of neck not currently held within his hand. The man screams out in anguish and you pull your eyes tight to avoid watching any more. Of course, that doesn’t stop you from hearing. The screams and the rips and the crunches. You hear something hard and solid hit the floor and somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach you know it’s bone. 

You hear the man gasp out a dead fuck only for Eric’s grasp to tighten fully, effectively severing the man’s skull from his spinal chord without detaching it from his body. The man drops to the floor with a loud thump and Eric shoves the corpse away with the toe of his shoe before he moves toward you. 

“What took you so long?” you exhaled as he moved behind you to unbind your wrists. 

“I was away on business,” he gruffs, spitting slightly to get the last of the man’s blood out of his mouth. He’d already drunk his fair share, you thought, what good what that do?

Swallowing, you ask, “And you still came?”

He walks back around to begin undoing the restraints on your legs. He’s being so gentle, you realize. If he’d wanted, he could have had this done within seconds and yet, here he was, tenderly undoing the tape and rope and rubbing a soothing hand over the abraded skin. 

“I’ll always come for you,” he says. “Until I meet the true death, I will always come for you.”

He extends his wrist up to his mouth and you wince as he punctures the flesh. 

“Eric,” you sigh. 

“Drink,” he says. 

Nodding, you allow him to bring his wrist to your mouth and latch down on the leaking wound. It’s tangy and metallic and overall pretty gross, but you’re more than grateful for it at that moment. You lick your lips when he pulls his arm back down, the small bite marks already well on their way to closing completely. 

“Will you take me home?” you ask, suddenly overwhelmed with the wave of fatigue hitting you. 

He rises back to his full height and extends a hand out towards you. The second you grab it, he’s pulling you up from your chair to hold you flush against his form. Then, in another rush of wind, you’re standing on your front porch. 

Slowly, you pull away from the vampire to take a step towards your door. Your body aches, but it’s already mostly healed as you run a hand over the small incision at your waist. 

“Thank you,” you say. “Eric.”

He’s silent, looking you over in a way that you can’t help but think is more than just an assessment of your injuries. He settles on your eyes when he says, “Anytime.”

[mamirhodessxox]

Everytime someone sends me singer!reader requests this is the woman i thing of

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

[marrziy]

Qual seu top 5 dilfs?

🥇Alexander Skarsgård

🥈Ethan Hawke

🥉Pedro Pascal

🏅Reynaldo Gianecchini

🎖️James McAvoy

SÃO OS + +

[janicekao]

For The Night

Pairing: Joe Keery & Alexander Skarsgard x Black oc Summary: Joe Keery and wife Tamra spice up their wedding anniversary tonight by adding another couple to their evening. Alexander Skarsgard and wife Mia are well experienced swingers, although he makes Joe extremely uncomfortable, Alex ends the night teaching him a thing or two. Warnings: #MultipleP@rtners #Sw1ngers #RoughS3x #ToxicMarriage #Smut #D0m&F3mSub #FanFiction #18+ #OneNightStand #SharingIsCaringLOL #AgeGapLove etc. 4698 words Wattpad link Enjoy my babies<3

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On this very quiet evening, Joe Keery and his wife Tamra Keery have gotten the chance to enjoy a comfortable date night spent together in their lofty home. Since the beginning of their marriage, it always seemed that their relationship stood on the rocks. Wobbly, messy, and with something just missing.

With Tamra being a busy corporate executive, and Joe a house-husband with a solo music artist career, the two never really had the chance to grow into their love being that the most time they spend together is at night, while they are sleeping. With this immense distance between them, Joe has made it his goal tonight to make their fourth wedding-anniversary this evening as special as possible.

To spark the flame between them again, the couple has attempted counseling, role-play, and even tried for a baby for years... and after three long years of unsuccessful pregnancy attempts, they were finally blessed with a handsome little boy, their Goldilocks, a sweet little son, Peter Joseph Keery. Although at first sight, the Keery's are the picture of a perfect family, adding a baby to their loveless marriage was far from the fix that they expected it to be.

With a bit of research, Joe began to read hundreds of articles about the promising outcome of couples who get into swinging. Although swinging isn't something that he's quite interested in, when he brought the idea up to his wife— it was the first time he had seen Tamra's beautiful chocolate eyes light up with interest in such a long time.

If swinging is what Tamra wants, her wife-pleasing husband is sure to make it happen.

As Joe enjoys a caramel soufflé dessert with his wife tonight, he feels a bit heartbroken to know that what Tamra's most excited for isn't their shared time together. What she's excited for is the way that their evening will be ending tonight— with the affection and sex of an entirely different couple.

"Their location is getting closer! Joe, honey, they are on the way!" When they both agreed to find a couple to share on the night of their anniversary, Joe left it all up to his wife... he didn't care, he wanted Tamra to choose whomever would make her happy and he never cared to be a part in the search it would take to find them online.

"Yippee!"His excitement is pure sarcasm as he licks the messy caramel from dessert off of his fingers.

His attitude immediately begins to dampen hers. "Joe, what's going on? Wasn't this your idea?"

"Yeah, don't remind me."

He sighs. "I'm just— starting to regret it... Tamra, can we at least set some rules first?"

She obliges, growing giddier by the second to be some other man's cock-sleeve. "Sure, like what?"

"Like, whoever this guy is— I don't want him finishing in you, alright?"

Tamra rolls her eyes. "Joe, they are safe. They have a clean bill of health just like us. We don't have to be careful!"

"It's not about that." He grows tensed and tested by every second. "It's just what I want! I don't want another man's cum in you, Christ the last thing that our Petey needs is a half sibling from a one night stand."

Tamra chuckles, kissing her husband sweetly at the definition of his jawline. "I've been on the pill since Petey was born my love. But if it makes you happy, I'll make sure he pulls out! Come on babe, don't be so tense, we all can make our own boundaries when they arrive, okay?"

Joe rolls his eyes with a forced nod, wishing that maybe just this once, his wife would care enough to be possessive over him and set her own rules for tonight... but she doesn't, she just doesn't care. "Any for me, Tamra? Any rules you'd like to set for me? Ya know, your husband who will have his cock buried in another woman tonight?"

...

She thinks, straining in immense thought. "Nope! Just have fun baby."

He sighs ins disappointment. "Yeah... right."

Welcoming the couple into there home will be more nerve-wracking than Joe could ever expect. It's as if he were greeting them like 'welcome to my home, come fuck my wife in front of me please!'He hates it all... Regret has easily begun to overwhelm him.

As the couple enters inside, they introduce themselves as the Skarsgards. Mia and Alex Skarsgard. Although kind, warm, and friendly people who are filled with excitement to be here, Joe realizes now that he should've participated in selecting the couple that they would swing with... His eyes can't seem to unglue themselves from Alex's height of six-foot-five when Joe knows that on a good day, his height hardly reaches five-foot-eleven. "He's a fucking Swedish god!?" His insecurities reveal themselves in a tight whisper as Joe continues to eye the man's stacked muscles and shoulder width being nearly wider than their front door.

"Hush, behave yourself." Tamra snaps.

"Hi!!!" She begins with fake appreciation in her voice. "Thank you both for coming, please come in! Make yourselves at home!"

"Aren't we just the luckiest people on the Earth tonight?" Alex grins at his wife, caressing her sweetly as if they have been getting high on aphrodisiacs all night and ready to fuck anything that walks by them. "This couple is just gorgeous!"

"Oh honey!" Mia agrees. "Yes! We are the luckiest people in the world! Let's show them a good time, yeah?"

As Tamra cleans the table from her and Joe's anniversary-dinner, she walks the empty bowls to the sink and is suddenly attacked by Alex. "God, you sexy little minx, I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight."

The violation puts fear in Joe's heart, immediately running after him to protect his wife. But, as he comes to her rescue, he notices Tamra giggly and laying in the man's wide armed embrace. "Let's get this sweater off of you and see this gorgeous little body you've got."

With a grasp to Tamra's sweater, Alex strips her out of it, soon gawking at her tight body in nothing but a short cotton spaghetti-strap night gown.

"Wooh!" Mia celebrates her husband's behavior like a bimbo-high school cheerleader. "Take it off! Show us that body girl!"

"Excuse me!?" He can't take it, Joe finally erupts.

"Oh." Alex loses his grin, now interrupted by the jealous husband of the girl he is soon to fuck. "Well hey partner! Put it there buddy!" He snatches Joe's hand to shake with a grasp that emasculates him, making Joe feel less of a man as Alex's grip could easily break bones. "I'm Alex, and you are—"

"Joe." He interrupts. "I'm Joe, and the woman your hands are all over is my wife, Tamra."

"Uh oh!" Alex releases a corporate laugh with his equally fake wife. "Looks like there's gonna be trouble in paradise tonight! But I get it buddy, every man is protective over his lady. Don't worry brother, that adds to the kink, you'll be floating on cloud nine by tonight with my little lady! Show him babe."

Mia lifts her sequin black cocktail dress, revealing a waxed bare cunt and turning around to force Joe's eyes on a diamond butt-plug.

Frozen in place, Joe can't help but to stare.

"Say something!" Tamra nudges him in the arm.

"Oh! Right— that's uh, nice. Very nice."

"Sorry." Tamra laughs playfully. "We are just so new to this!"

Mia shrugs, placing her dress back in place, "no worries, he'll get used to it... quickly." The couple soon does as they were told, making themselves immediately comfortable as they roam freely in their home. Mia starts at the record player, playing music to set the mood at a low volume— trying her hardest to get the couple to open up more. As Mia DJs, Alex walks past their wall of photos. He stares closely at the captured moments of the Keery's fondest memories and suddenly takes an uncanny pause at the portrait of Tamra and Joe's son Peter, even beginning to grin. A chill rides up Joe's spine, he wishes that he had the chance to put all of their private family photos away— better yet, he wishes that he had just booked a hotel room instead of letting these strange people into his home.

So focused on Alex, Joe is suddenly grabbed in the hand's of his wife Mia. "Babe, I'm so excited! We really did hit the jackpot tonight! Look at Joe, isn't he such a cutie?" Mia holds Joe's face in the palms of her hands, biting her lip as if she could eat him alive.

"Don't I know it." With a voice honeyed in seduction, Alex returns to Tamra who continues to blush underneath his touch and his extreme amount of flirting. His wide hand eases down the length of Tamra's curves... soon finding the soft cushion of her ass as he grabs a handful of it, letting his digits dig into her crevices and tease at her pussy.

Tamra gasps as her toes begin to lift from the floor, body completely controlled by a giant who looks like he eats meals bigger than her on the daily.

Alex lowers himself to Tamra's parted lips, teasing her with a kiss that he stops midair and decides to give to her later.

He flops into a chair, kicking off his shoes as he makes himself comfortable in their living room. "So! What are we into folks? Should we talk for a few more boring hours, get through the formalities? Ya know, all that jazz. You're new to swinging, we've been doing it for the last decade, all that yada-yada?" His eyebrows raise in curiosity. "Or can we jump right into this and have the most fun of our lives?"

Joe frowns with an enraged scoff. "Well of course we aren't going to just jump right in—"

"Actually." Tamra interrupts her husband. "I was hoping we would get started now... You see, it's already seven-pm and our babysitter will be bringing our little boy back home by ten."

Joe's jaw ticks in annoyance. He hates to be interrupted. He hates that his wife doesn't find his opinion important in the least bit.

Mia and Alex celebrate, "say less." Gentle moans escape her tongue as Mia's husband strips her out of her clothes... soon turning towards Tamra and stripping out of his own garments without a troubled gaze. His eyes— sturdy, lustful, and dangerous as they glue themselves to her and send chills and goosebumps across Tamra's flesh.

"Uhm— Alex, Mia, just uh— give us one second please." Before Tamra can join the stripping party, Joe takes her by the arm, pulling her into the bathroom for a moment of private conversation.

"This is insane!" As he closes the door behind them, Joe is absolutely free to freak the fuck out. His whisper is gritted and hurried as his eyes double in size. "What the fuck is this?! This guy is old enough to be your father!!"

"I know, I know..." Tamra calms him with a gentle grasp around his shoulders. "He's about forty-three But his wife is fairly young, I mean look at her! She's gorgeous, I thought she'd be a nice treat for you, honey."

He rolls his eyes. "I mean sure, the girl's cute and clearly a freak, but— what about you? I'm not gonna just let you not enjoy yourself because you want me to get it on with his young wife!"

"Who said I won't enjoy myself?"

...

His shoulders drop. A strange feeling of disappointment looms over him and suddenly he realizes how little he knows about his wife... "Oh? So when did this happen? You have like— a thing for older guys now?"

She laughs, caressing his face as if he were a little child. The belittling is enough to send him overboard. "Joe, baby, their couple-photo just looked really nice, okay? They were a handsome couple online and they must've thought the same about us. I figured we all would enjoy each other's company. Honey, I'm a big girl, I won't do anything that I don't want to do. I want you to relax tonight and focus on her, I don't want you staring at me and getting stressed out. Baby, this is new for us, so just come into it with an opened mind, yeah?"

Joe can't find himself to give an answer, staring mindlessly instead.

His wife begins to undress. "When you come out of this bathroom, make sure you're undressed and ready to participate. Come on honey, show them that sexy body of yours!"

"Alright, alright." He swats her hands away. "I'm coming."

While watching his wife strip out of her garments, Joe's heart begins to drum from the sight of her. Her brains, personality, and charm is what caused him to fall head over heels for her, but her body easily sealed the deal. She stands five-foot-eight with mile long legs that make up most of her height. Her coke-bottle shaped frame shimmers under any and every light source being that her skin's intense melanin has a natural luster of golden hue. She's the prettiest sight man has ever seen and he couldn't be happier to call her his... although tonight, she doesn't exactly feel like his at all.

Joe begins to hype himself up with a pep talk in his mirror reflection, "don't fuck this up, it's only one night, you got this Joe."

On the way back to the living room, Joe realizes how deathly quiet the house has become. He travels towards the small sounds coming from the bedroom and notices his wife being showered with praise and affection on their silk sheets... Her light moans leave a sweet taste on Joe's tongue, seeing her aroused and pampered like a queen is enough to make him bust a load with or without the help of Alex's wife Mia. But, as Joe admires his wife lying in the middle of the bed with praisers on each side of her, the attention is suddenly forwarded to him.

"Take a look at that rocket, Mia." Alex makes light of Joe's manhood now that all four of them are just as bare. "Think you can handle it?"

Joe rolls his eyes, annoyed with the sight of Alex's large cock already on rock between his legs, looking damn near like a deformity, as if he grew a third leg at birth. "Oh I can handle him." Mia assures. "Let's make some room, come lay down Joe, we'll have our own fun."

Slowly crawling beside Mia, the room fills with the lewd sound of tongue kissing. Although a good kisser, Mia's breath tastes like two weeks worth of champagne. He becomes uneasy as Mia crawls down the length of his body and takes him fully down her throat. "Oh!" He gasps lightly, soon becoming hard from the stimulation.

Mia chuckles. "Mmm, there he is." As she continues to work tirelessly to get Joe stiff enough to impale herself on, Joe continues to harden— but at the sight of his beautiful wife. He watches... awaiting Alex to warm up Tamra with teasing and the mouthwatering romance she deserves, but instead, both men notice the glistening arousal between her thighs... Needy and already aroused, Tamra's body is opened and begging for Alex's touch as if she has been waiting for it forever.

As Joe's unfazed staring never seems to falter, his soul shatters as he watches the large older-gentleman nearly keel over as his elephant trunk-sized cock buries itself in Tamra's cunt. "Fuck, you feel good baby. You like that?"

Tamra nods with legs splayed open against Alex's strong thighs, each thrust stretches her open to a fit that Joe will no longer be familiar with. He hates this.Alex's hips continue to snap forward, driving into her with a strength that makes the bed frame groan in protest.

His pace is a punishing rhythm that has Tamra's legs trembling and covering each other's flesh in a sheen of her arousal, dripping like a mutt in heat as a strange man fucks her with relentless determination.

Weighing a full hundred pounds more than her, Joe squints in worried horror, afraid that Alex will break her bones the way that he violates her. All this worry and yet Tamra continues to moan— biting her lip until she tastes blood and enjoying the ride as if it were her first time.

Happy with Joe's sturdiness, Mia sits onto his lap, sheathing his cock in her flesh and riding him with the thought of her own climax. Mia's moaning is annoyingly distracting. Joe can hardly hear what's happening to his wife on the other side of the mattress as Mia fucks him far too loudly, already orgasming twice from whatever hallucinogens she's on— so high that even a feather strumming her clit could make her cum.

Alex wanting to watch Tamra crumble beneath him, he starts the night with deep strokes in missionary, keeping things casual and romantic so he can watch the passion fill her eyes.

"This pussy's mine, yeah? Taking me like you were made for it, it must be mine." Panting tired breaths with a stamina that never falters, Alex looks into Joe's direction with a wink that instantly fills Joe with rage. His anger ends with an immense feeling of heartbreak, suddenly hearing his wife's sweet voice agree to the lewd nothings. "Yes!!! M'uhh— fuck! It's yours, it's yours Alex!!"

Alex grins and a cocky edge reveals itself in his honey-laced tone, "good girl."

His cockhead drags against Tamra's undeniably slick walls, weakening her with constant plows against her g-spot and slipping lower into knocking at her gummy cervix. She sweats out her hair— her expensive blowout now reverting into curly hairs that frame her gorgeous face, making every set of eyes on her in the room glass over in desire, so beautiful it's impossible to place into words.

"Fuck, you're just the prettiest thing, aren't you? Turn around." Feeling his sack draw up with the need to nut, Alex tosses Tamra onto her hands and knees, forcing her head against the pillow for backshots because watching her beauty became just too much for him.

The new angle is brutal and has Tamra begging towards the heavens. "You're— uh! Alex you're so deep!"

"Stay just like that." A harsh slap against her ass shakes the blessed thickness on her bones. Alex grabs hold of the dimpling jiggle with a grasp that is possessive and cruel as he continues to hammer into her battered cunt. Tamara's voice splinters at the feel of this shifted angle, cock plunging deeper into her organs as if she could feel it in her spine. The pressure builds for her, a coiling ache in her core that flutters her eyes shut with lips parted for gasps of air.

Leaning over her, Alex snatches Tamra's back against his chest with a tongue that flicks out and traces the shell of her ear, sending a shiver down Tamra's spine as he tweaks the nipples of her perky breasts, making them raw and swollen, mixing the perfect amount of pain with her pleasure. Alex's hips roll with calculated precision, pushing her back into the pillows with a forced arch in her back.

Now pushed to the edge of ecstasy, Tamra begins to complain "I-I can't!"

"You can." Every muscle in Alex's body tenses with pulsed veins, his gritted teeth makes his words leak through a cruel snarl, pushing Tamra closer to a climax just to feel the tight clench of her pussy that will push him closer to his. "I won't stop until you do it. Tamra, sweetheart, cum on this cock or else—"

With all his strength, Alex hits her with a plow that makes the entire room shake. The breath is knocked out of Tamra's lungs as she lets out a hoarse scream. It happens, her soul ascends. Her body obeys his command as if she and Alex were one, her orgasm hits her like a freight train as stars explode and blinds her vision.

Alex groans, low and filthy as her cunt becomes a vice around his manhood, stuttering the motion of his hips and tilting his world on its axis. He watches Tamra fall apart, lying weakly beneath him. "That's it, so fucking perfect."Crazed hunger swells in his blown pupils as he works tirelessly for his own finish, thrust now sporadic, rough, and messy with an agenda to fill her cunt to the brim.

Joe can see the selfish hunger in Alex's eyes, it makes him sick to his stomach. So used to only the soft romantic sex that he and Tamra have, tangled like pretzels and tongue kissing to dawn, he isn't used to the rage and filthy sex this man is violating her with. It's something his eyes shouldn't see, something no man should ever witness happening to their wife.

"Do I feel good baby?" Mia exerts herself on the cock of a man who isn't nearly thinking about her.

"What?" Joe refocuses. "Oh— yeah you're great. But, what is he doing to her? Is he hurting her?" He becomes more alarmed each second by the near-lifeless grunts coming from his wife who is now nothing but Alex's cocksleeve.

"Why? Her noises? Oh, Alex is just really good at what he does. Let her have her fun, I'll take care of you baby."

He can't stand to watch anymore. "No— no there are literally tears in her eyes! The fuck is going on?"

"It's pleasure, Joe." Mia snaps his gaze back into her direction with a fierce grasp. "Look... do you want a turn with Alex or something? Because you're more interested in him than me!"

He gags. "What? No! God, no."

"Okay, then just lay back and let me do my thing." Mia continues, snapping her hips as she rides him. Although cute, she isn't the woman his world burns for, he tries his best not to frown as he watches a pale body that looks like bare chicken cutlets riding his lap.

Joe feels himself becoming flaccid, even beginning to think about shooting a stream of piss to mimic his finish... "Fuck, I'm close." He lies. "Uh—Do you care where I cum?"

"Anywhere! I'm yours tonight Joe."

Joe, knocks her backwards, onto her back where he pretends to powerdrive his finishing blows. "That's okay darling, I won't make a mess of you." After a few short minutes of last strokes, Joe lets the young girl scream like a banshee and he does the same— deserving an Oscar for the display of acting talents as he pulls out and fakes a climax in the palm of his hand. Both panting, Joe places a kind peck to Mia's temple. "That was great love, I'm going to catch a smoke, alright?"

She nods, "And Joe? Make sure you come back for a round two."

He grins tightly with a lie slipping from his tongue. "You bet!"

As Joe walks out onto the balcony, the world deafens around him. His body just doesn't feel real, this entire night feels like something out of a nightmare. He looks through the window, watching a strange man take his wife to lengths he's never seen before.

The look of defeat staining his expression.

Alex's hands roam her body with a sense of claim, a form of ownership that has Joe's blood boiling with rage. Her o-mouthed moans form into a gorgeous smile that he usually would adore seeing, but now that it's from the lewd fuck of another man, it feels like a dagger stabbed into his heart.

Joe watches Alex kiss at his favorite curve on his wife's body— her smile. Not even the nicotine in this cigarette could keep down his nausea.

Filled with so much rage and heartache, Joe even begins to see things that aren't even real, at least it is what he hopes. He focuses in on Alex's mouth, watching him plant another kiss to his wife's lips and Joe believes that he sees Alex whisper 'I love you' against her flesh.

He flicks his cigarette off of the balcony and stands from his lean against the railing. With his fists balled tightly until he is white-knuckled, Joe is prepared for the night to end in a fist fight instead of whatever swinger's Heaven they expected it to be.

As he steps back inside, ready to let punches rain down upon Alex, the man pulls out— showering Tamra in ropes of cum as he finishes across her tawny backside.

He heaves breathless curses, his peach Swedish skin now blushed bright red and muscles finally relaxing. "Fuck, Tamra baby, you are golden." Alex kisses her, "so fucking golden." He continues to praise. "Alright you all! Halftime."

"Whew! Halftime!" Mia celebrates along side her husband, accepting a kiss from him as she pulls his briefs over his cock... a cock soaked in cream from another woman and she doesn't even care. "Say Tamra, got anymore wine?"

"Wine?" Joe's wife pants, tired, mindless, giggly, and cock-drunk as she still tries to tie herself together from the earth-shattering orgasm she had minutes ago. "Yes! Uhm— wine! In our kitchen, honey, Joe, go get the wine please."

Out of touch with reality, Joe aches to feel some form of shared love between him and his wife. Christ, I mean it is there wedding anniversary tonight! Joe kneels between her thighs, staring with a pathetic gaze. "We don't need a halftime, huh baby? Why don't we just finish this party by ourselves. You remember how much you love when I kiss you here?"

His hands slide between her thighs, begging to kiss and suckle on the battle scars on her flesh from tonight. Pleading to show her that whatever is said and done, he will always be the one she belongs to.

"Yes but baby— baby—" His kisses her on her knees and up her thighs, soon beginning to annoy Tamra, "Joe!" She shouts, "would you just stop!?"

...

He stares in confused heartache.

"We've got guests! Tonight, it isn't just about us, okay? So just stop, understand honey?" She softens, realizing how much she has embarrassed her husband and places a gentle-condescending hand against his cheek.

"Don't fucking touch me."

"Let me get the wine..." Joe pushes her hand away. "Yeah, that's what I'll do— I'm on it. Since clearly the only thing I can do for you tonight is be your fucking servant boy."

"Joe?? Come on, baby wait!" Tamra chases after him, wrapping herself in her silk robe before Alex quickly catches her at the waist. As the charmer that he is, he quickly ties her robe for her and slowly whispers in her ear. "Let him be, sweetheart. A man has to lick his own wounds, the first night swinging is never the easiest."

Staring in each other's eyes, Alex almost woos the young lady into another kiss. But a loud metal bang in the kitchen catches everyone's attention as each of them run after Joe to his rescue.

He stands in the kitchen hand in hand with a broken corkscrew wine opener, trembling with rage, and unaware of his strength as the metal wine opener seemed to have just snapped in his palms.

Tamra gulps. "Well— that's okay baby, in my office upstairs I have a brand new one and a bottle of wine inside of a gift bag in my desk. It was going to be a colleague's housewarming gift, but I think that we all could get the most use out of it tonight, am I right!?"

Fake laughter erupts around them, almost the sound of corporate laughter. The sound of so much enjoyment makes Joe absolutely sick, "I'll get it, you just— I don't fucking know, do what you do best."

"And what is that?" Feeling slighted by the comment, Tamra's eyebrows furrow in suspicion.

"I don't know honey, you tell me." His jaw ticks with a raised voice, Joe passes by his wife and their guests, bumping shoulders with Alex on his way.

As he walks upstairs, Joe is just happy to find a quiet place alone. Right now the world looks so different to him. He feels terribly guilty about even introducing the thought of swinging to his wife. All of this is his fault, and now he ends their fourth wedding-anniversary unsure of where their marriage stands.

Joe enters his wife's office and he begins to dig through her desk looking for the wine opener and the bottle of red that was promised. If he can ever find it and get it open, he is sure he'll drink half of it by himself. He needs to be drunker if he is to deal with another two hours with this couple.

As he continues to dig inside the drawers, Joe runs into a company calendar from his wife's job with the front cover being a photo of all of her coworkers. He places her in the crowd of people posing for the camera almost instantly, it has never been hard for him to spot her— how could he not spot the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. But, as he notices his wife, he also notices a tall Swedish man wearing the same badge and company shirt to the left of her...

Suddenly, the world around him freezes. That man beside her, standing far too close in the picture is clearly the man downstairs... Alex Skarsgard isn't a stranger that Tamra met online at all... He's a colleague that she's been working beside everyday for God only knows how long.

Joe immediately pales, now realizing that between his and Tamra's shared shade of dark brown eyes, their son Petey's mysterious blue eyes and blonde coils aren't the happy coincidence that he always thought them to be.

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

Y/N L/N'S BIOGRAPHY

MAIN MASTERLIST

NEXT PART: PROLOGUE

"Oh fuck man! The computer's broken." 

"That's what happens when you watch too much porn." 

His eyes blazed with fury at his room mate. The computer screen froze just, that damn buffering screen lit up mocking him. Fool, God damn fool. If anyone knew, they would be chanting; STALKER! STALKER! Yeah sure he couldn't stop thinking of her but, there was no harm in getting some information about the young mysterious actress. Yet all he had was her first name, Y/n. H/c with e/c eyes, that held a sense of warmth and fire. A beautiful smile with perfect teeth that could pierce the skin against your neck.

"Aye fuck you man." Flipping the bird at the blue eyed man, he slammed his fist against the key board. 

"Fucking technology." 

Y/N L/N

His brown eyes lit up as the screen loaded with what he was looking for. Her celebrity profile. 

"Success." The words breathlessly falling from his lips. Eyes scanning each and every word. 

"Okay, okay...Huh Vincent Price. Interesting." His finger scrolling down the mouse pad. 

A knock at his door diverted his attention away from the screen, as Cooper poked his head through. 

"Come on loser, we're needed on set." 

Sighing Nick slammed his laptop closed, before making his way out. 

"find what you were looking for?" 

Casting his eyes to his co-star, he nodded. 

"Yeah sure did, tell me. Who the fuck is Lorenzo Zurzolo and Bill Skarsgard?" 

Impressed with the information that was shared between the two, Cooper slid his arm around Nick's neck and chuckled. 

"Man do I have a lot to tell you, sunshine." 

AN: Don't worry I will have a proper back story that ties in with this chapter. Would you all like a playlist, also feel free to imagine someone else as Y/n, even change her name if you like.  Until next time, enjoy the ride, enjoy the show. Please send thoughts and requests, give me a bit of love haha. Until next time

[teaboot]

holy moley the idea of alexander skarsgard as murderbot is irreconcilable in my head lol. when i read the book for my scifi class i pictured murderbot as more feminine in appearance tbh, and i thought it was weird that no one else in that class seemed to. i feel like i mightve missed something in the text bc i find it wild how widespread "murderbot looks like a man" is. or is their physical appearance more fleshed out in other books?

Murderbot (it/its so far as I've read) has so far been definitively described as having:

A Humanoid figure, with two arms and legs

A human face

Explicitly no genitalia, with none desired, and no primary or secondary sex characteristics noted

(In book one) Having hair only on its head, then eyelashes and eyebrows, being smooth everywhere else

Nonhuman features on its arms/legs that can be concealed under pants and long sleeves

Some kind of mechanical port on the back of its neck that is not uncommon on "augmented humans"

No distinct freckles, moles, or markings

An incomplete internal digestive system

By what isn't described I imagine we can safely assume that it has eight fingers and two thumbs in the usual formation, though wearing shoes I'm not sure about toes.

I also haven't heard anything apropos of scarring, except that it heals rapidly, so I imagine any distinguishing marks from injuries likely wouldn't last long.

Nobody as far as I've read has referred to it by any assumed binary or neo-pronouns, and as relatively progressive as the setting is in terms of queer and poly relationships I can easily imagine that agender humans with it/its pronouns wouldn't be too terribly strange in common company either.

So far, no third party characters have called it a "he" or "she", which could either mean that nobody in this universe adheres to our current rigid social view of the gender binary and masc/fem appearances, or that Murderbot is simply incredibly androgynous. As a reader, I like to think the reality is both- a secunit doesn't need to look distinctive or gendered or have any features it doesn't strictly need outside of its function. As it says in the book, it's not a sex-model, so it doesn't need sex-parts, and it wasn't made to be looked at.

I feel like the only reason anyone would read that and ascribe to it a male face and body is because our current western society tends to treat "white male" as the natural default setting, and anything else as "other".

We expect Murderbot to be a conventionally handsome white man because that's the popular view of neutral.

But there's no reason it couldn't be performed by an actor who is female, or Indigenous, or Korean, or anyone else from anywhere else

If our Pretty White Man isn't the default neutral in Murderbot's universe, and if there is no default neutral, then the Default Neutral Murderbot was designed to look like could be anyone

Provided, of course, that they 1. Have a human face 2. Have no freckles or moles (for book 1 at least) 3. Have two arms and legs, of some manner, and 4. Don't flash their junk on screen

Aa far as I'm concerned, that's all we need.

And you know what? I think the prospect of getting to choose any actor at all, point to them, and say "This person? They're the norm! They're unremarkable! They are a version of True Neutral, and they aren't a small-nosed blue-eyed white guy with abs!"... I think that's kind of exciting, and I sort of fear that it may be an overlooked opportunity to say something interesting

[iasmelaion]

Murderbot TV Show 1x01-1x02

A preface to my Murderbot TV show thoughts: I'm going into this adaptation in good faith and with the cheerful acceptance that it's basically a very high budget AU fic. I'm not going into it expecting to be mad and disappointed, and the casting of Alexander Skarsgard as Murderbot hasn't entirely poisoned the well for me, even if I'd have preferred a different actor.

So all in all, I enjoyed the first two episodes! Spoilers below:

The more comedic tone of the show so far is a (mostly) fun and interesting adaptation choice IMO. This more comedic tone is, I suspect, a big stumbling block for a lot of book lovers, because while the books certainly have comedic elements, I'd say they lean more towards the scifi action end of things. And I admit, I myself was somewhat concerned about the show being described as something of a workplace comedy. However, as anyone who's ever read any of my fic knows, I am dedicated to lolz. Also, I don't think comedy precludes the show addressing the more serious themes of the books. (And I frankly think some more critical viewers are forgetting how some of those themes got more page time later on in the series, particularly when it comes to Murderbot and its trauma.)

My main concern with a more comedic tone was that the show wouldn't take Murderbot itself and its horrifying situation seriously. Thankfully, it does. Even amidst the comedy, the first two episodes do not shy away from being clear that Murderbot is effectively enslaved and that it's treated as a piece of smart equipment, while everything about its internal monologue and visible reactions are screaming that it is a person.

Relatedly, I really liked the strong undercurrent of discomfort and body horror around everything to do with Murderbot's body and lived experience. There are moments that are genuinely uncomfortable to watch, and which aren't played for laughs other than in the anxious wtf kind of laughter way.

Skarsgard is great as Murderbot! lol truly he is exceptional at absolutely radiating discomfort and anxiety and stress. He doesn't do it in quite the way my mental image of Murderbot does, but it's very close.

Unlike many others, I'm not wholly opposed to casting someone that looks like Skarsgard as Murderbot. Is it different from the books? Yes. Is it a valid and interesting in its own right adaptation choice? Also yes. I think there's something to be said for the subversion of someone with Skarsgard's physicality playing Murderbot, in the sense that the expectation with a character like this is a Schwarzenegger type robotic muscle man. You get that with Skarsgard, and then it's immediately undercut by Murderbot's wildly anxious energy and internal monologue. (also, frankly, even setting aside practical concerns re star power etc., I'm not going to fault a creative team for deciding to sidestep the thorny issues of having a NB POC portray an enslaved construct whose personhood is regularly violated. There's a real tightrope there between valuable representation and harmful/problematic tropes that a TV show might not have the ability to walk with the appropriate amount of nuance.)

My nitpick re Murderbot's character design: I really imagined it with more robot parts. We see Murderbot naked in the show, and while it's much appreciated that it's basically Ken doll down there, I generally envisioned that it had a mixture of organic and visibly robotic parts. Still, whatever, I'm not that fussed. I figure it's more practical and budget friendly to not have to deal with that level of makeup and CGI for nearly every scene.

There's a lot to chew on, thematically, when it comes to Murderbot's character: its relationship to gender & sexuality, its presentation as neurodivergent, its bodily autonomy and the lack thereof, humanity vs personhood and how those two things don't have to be the same thing, and just plain good old-fashioned bildungsroman. The show so far seems to be focusing on how very not neurotypical Murderbot is, and somewhat on the bodily autonomy stuff. Perfectly reasonable adaptation choices!

Genuinely baffled by the people I've seen already wildly offended and dooming about the pronoun usage for Murderbot in the show. In show, Murderbot itself has not yet expressed or even been able to express a preference. It, frankly, has more pressing shit going on. Also, benign misgendering happens IRL! Give the show some time to explore the tensions between assuming he/him pronouns for Murderbot and using it/its instead, because there are tensions there and it is meant to be an uncomfortable thing to think about. Also, the books took their time with that too!

While I am overall delighted by the PresAux crew and their portrayals by their individual actors, I'm a little :/ about how they're presented overall. This is where the comedic tone feels a bit off because on the one hand, I get it, workplace comedy vibes. But on the other hand, the aim of the jokes is sometimes too close to hippie punching. I'm reserving judgment and giving the show some time on that front though. It's a notable lacuna thus far that the show hasn't actually explained what PresAux are even doing on the planet yet.

Love the set design and production design, and the costuming for the PresAux crew!

The clear affection between the PresAux crew is also delightful. They're all so sweetly and hilariously supportive of Gurathin!

Why is Bharadwaj hoarding soap. I MUST know.

RISE AND FALL OF SANCTUARY MOON!! :DDDDD "what if murderbot's taste in tv is bad, actually" is the kind of hilarious adaptation choice that I'm 1000% here for.

Med Center Argala shoutout!!! lol love that this extremely niche SGA fic in-joke lives on and is now canonized in a big budget tv show :DDDD