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[karatekels]

KarateKels Story Masterlist

Hi everyone! I’ve decided to (finally) get my act together and make a masterlist post for all the requests/stories I’ve done so far. I’m going first by character, then adding Dark Desires October and TIGmas posts for if you’re looking for a ~vibe~. Links that have a * indicate the presence of smut, for if you just want to get to the good stuff! 😉

(I'll be going through these posts and updating them slowly when I can't bring myself to write, so if you see anything that needs fixing or you want to suggest ways to make this... less of a clusterfuck, please feel free to let me know!)

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Terry Silver:

Silver Seduction: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3* | Part 4* | Part 5* | Part 6*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is the older sister of Jessica Andrews and has taken it upon herself to make sure young Daniel LaRusso stays safe after Jessica returns to Ohio. This includes accompanying him to seek out the training offered by Sensei Terry Silver and learning a few moves yourself from the handsome older man. When his true intentions are discovered, you completely cut him off, but he isn’t willing to let you go so easily. (Reader is in her 20s)

Chef’s Kiss: Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is dragged to a charity event by her parents where she meets Terry Silver. They discover that they have a mutual acquaintance, Daniel LaRusso, and Reader joins Danny at the dojo as she grows closer to Terry. Wanting to surprise him one day, she catches Terry relishing Daniel’s torture – now Terry has to make her see reason. (Reader is in her 20s)

Deluge: Part 1

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You get stranded in the rain trying to make your way to Terry’s place for Valentine’s Day, but Terry comes to your rescue, professing his love for you and taking you to his home where you belong.

An Honest Man: Part 1 | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You meet Terry at a party and aren’t impressed by his smarmy exterior, making him determined to win you over. Colluding with your easily wooed coworker, he talks you into a date and slowly seduces his way past your timid, untrusting nature.

Payment Plan: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader sees Terry training in the Cobra Kai dojo while on her way to work and develops a crush on him. They finally meet face-to-face and Terry invites her inside for a free lesson.

Bath Toy: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry takes a business call while playing with you in the bath but is interrupted by you not being able to keep quiet. To make up for the inconvenience, you let him use you underwater while he goes about his business.

Cat & Mouse: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader is a rising star at Dynatox and has caught the eye of the boss himself. Despite being the Terry Silver, however, you adamantly reject his advances, forcing him to take more drastic measures to help you see reason. The two of you engage in a game of cat and mouse that culminates the night of a gala celebrating Dynatox’s successes.

Discipline Training: Part 1* | Part 2* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Terry comes home early from a work trip and catches you touching yourself without his permission. He decides to punish train you in the third 'D': Discipline.

All's Fair: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Reader has been dating Terry for awhile, and he's been patient. When she surprises him with a date at their local funfair, he thinks she'll be willing to finally make their relationship physical. At the top of the ferris wheel, he makes his move. Dubcon.

Unjust Reward:Part 1 | Part 2*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) Daniel warns Reader that Terry is nothing but trouble, and she tries to avoid him, but when she's being chased by a group of men she turns to Terry's dojo for help. He swoops in to save the day, but it turns out he was just saving her for himself. Non-con.

Clear as Mud: Part 1*

(KK3 Terry x Reader) You’ve tried to get Terry to open up about his time in Vietnam on more than one occasion, and while he’s been doing his best to help you understand, he ultimately decides that the best way to help you is to put you through something similar, hunting you in the middle of a forest at sunset.

Turtle Doves: Part 1 | To be continued...

(KK3 Cobra Husbands - Terry/Reader/John) It’s your first Christmas spent with both Terry and John, and everyone is nervous about what to give the others. While you’re confident in Terry’s (often overwhelming) love for both you and John, as well as your own feelings for both men, you’re still unsure of John’s feelings for you with the spirit of Betsy still a looming presence in everyone’s mind.

Songbird: Part 1*

(Terry through the ages) A series of snippets of Terry and his wife in the 90s, 00s and the present. Reader is a singer at the bar that Terry frequents as he hits rock bottom, and the two of you fall in love. Years later, the return of John Kreese into your husband’s live threatens to tear your marriage apart.

Lesson Learned: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is a student in Cobra Kai’s adult class and you and Sensei Silver are both clearly attracted to one another. After a month of teasing, Terry decides you’ve both waited long enough.

Strike First: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader and Sensei Silver have been eyeing each other during the dojo’s adult class for awhile now. While you never think it would escalate past flirting, Terry has had other plans, luring you to the dojo when no one is around so you two can get to know each other.

Prized Possession: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You accompany Terry to a charity event for the first time as a couple and he doesn’t appreciate the attention you receive from the other men in attendance. Upon returning home, he needs to make sure that you both know who you belong to.

As I Am: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) You witness Terry and Daniel’s fight in Stingray’s apartment and desperately want him to lose control with you. Upon making you confess your desires, he gives you exactly what you need. Size kink.

A Better Offer: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) You are Daniel’s assistant at the dealership and a close family friend. When Terry drops by to gather information for his schemes, he decides to scoop you up and make Danny-Boy regret his mistreatment of you, giving you a dream opportunity: organizing the charity auction for Eva Garcia. The two of you develop feelings for one another as you work closely together, and as the events of the auction unfold, the tension between you reaches its boiling point.

Legacy: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry has fallen for the most promising student in his adult class, though she remains oblivious. Though he desperately wants to have her for himself, he fears rejection and settles for privately training her just to be close to her and build a legacy. Eventually, he runs out of things to teach her.

Fresh Start: Days 4 & 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Days 8 & 9* | Days 10 & 11 | Day 12-A | Day 12-B | Day 13-A* | Day 13-B* | Day 13-C | Day 14-A* | Day 14-B | Day 14-C

(CK Terry x Reader) Reader is visiting LA for a few weeks and accidentally wanders onto the estate of Terry Silver, who immediately falls hard for the young woman. With only a few days to convince her to stay with him, he knows he has to pull out all the stops.

Scream for Me: Part 1 | Part 2*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the "Fresh Start" universe! Reader makes the mistake of telling Terry that she can't believe he was ever scary, and certainly isn't that way now. Terry decides to teach her a lesson, hunting her in their own home until she admits that he is still very much something to be feared.

Wrapped in Red: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Part of the “Fresh Start” universe! You and Terry are invited to a Christmas Eve charity gala by your rival for Terry’s affections, and you’re sick of having to endure her flirting with your man. Surprisingly, Victor has an idea that will make it certain who Terry Silver belongs to.

Eye of the Storm: Part 1* | To be continued…

(CK Terry x Reader) Trapped at the airport on Christmas Eve, Terry grows tired of seeing everyone around him with their families and loved ones, and impulsively decides to start a family of his own. Today. He sets his sights on you to get the job done, with you being none the wiser.

Guided Meditation: Part 1*

(CK Terry x Reader) Terry is fed up with your attitude lately, and decides to help you learn how to channel your pent up frustrations through more enjoyable pursuits... for him, anyway.

The Steadfast Tin Soldier: Part 1*

(Twig Terry x Reader) Terry returns from Vietnam on Christmas Eve, and you are the first and only person he wants to see. After years without so much as a letter, you two try to get to know each other once again.

Cash Ewing (Black Friday/The Kidnapping):

Disorderly Conduct: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4* | Part 5 | Part 6

A dark, tragic fic. Reader is a cop who has been working at the same precinct as Cash for awhile, and gets the vibe that something is... off. Trusting her instinct, she follows him to an abandoned building one day and catches him in the act. Unfortunately, he also catches her, and keeps her as a hostage while he tries to figure out his next move. (Takes place before events of the movie)

Person of Interest: Part 1*

You and a friend attend your precinct's Christmas party; the first time you'll be seeing your coworkers since you went undercover almost a year ago. Rather than the happy reunion with your partner and friend Cash, he seems anything but happy to see you. Locked in the basement together, you call Cash out on his BS and finally confront him about his feelings and your own.

Jan Valek (Vampires):

Heirloom: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6*

An enemies to lovers fic with Jan Valek. Reader is Jack Crow's daughter and a vamp-hunter-in-training. When Valek attacks the old Catholic school where the Black Cross of Berziers is kept and discovers his nemesis’s daughter, he kidnaps her in hopes of using her to lure him out but finds himself falling for her instead.

Saturnalia: Part 1*

Valek catches your scent on the wind and plans to feed on you, but after a single conversation with you can’t bring himself to commit such an act. Instead, he plans to find you at your friend's Winter Solstice Masquerade to be close to you, even just for the night.

Gus Travis (Black Point):

In Deep Water: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 3*

A dark non-con with Gus Travis. Reader is an undercover cop who has gotten in with Gus's gang to get the dirt on him and Malcolm’s crime ring. Gus gets wind of your deception and decides to punish you - for lying, for making him fall for you, for everything.

Terry McCain (Excessive Force):

Yule-Tied: Part 1* | To be continued…

You manage to get Terry to swear off work for a whole week to come with you to visit your family in New York City for the holidays. He has (unsurprisingly) charmed his way into everyone’s good books, so you decide to reward him with an early Christmas present when you get back to your hotel room the night before Christmas Eve.

Jack Blaylock (Ulterior Motives):

Coming soon…

The TIGverse (stories with more than one TIG character):

The NSFW Alphabet: Part 1* | Part 2*

A character study for both KK3 Terry and CK Terry. (I want to do more requests like these, so feel free to send in requests for my thoughts/opinions rather than full on stories if you want!)

A Tale of Two Terrys: Part 1* | To be continued…

(KK3 Terry x Reader x CK Terry) You and your husband (CK Terry) are somehow joined in bed by his younger self, who had been wondering how his future would turn out. Initially protective, your husband talks you into letting his younger self have his way with you before joining in himself.

Mediation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5* | Part 6* | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9* | To be continued…

(Terry McCain x Reader x Cash Ewing) You are assigned as Terry McCain’s new partner after his previous partner – Cash Ewing – goes to prison for the crimes he has committed. Cash returns to Chicago years later, after his release and rehabilitation, and while he can’t be a cop anymore, he wants to make amends to those he has disappointed with his actions, most of all his former close friend Terry. Terry isn’t receptive to Cash’s attempts at reconciliation, and warns you to stay away from him, having grown very protective of his “work wife.” But you find something of a kindred spirit in Cash and want to help him get a second chance at life, deciding to do what you can to support the man and bring the two friends back together.

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Themes/Challenges

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Dark Desires October 2023:

Unjust Reward Disorderly Conduct Heirloom Scream for Me All's Fair In Deep Water

TIGmas 2023:

Person of Interest Saturnalia Clear as Mud Eye of the Storm The Steadfast Tin Soldier Wrapped in Red Yule-Tied What You Do To Me Mediation Guided Meditation Turtle Doves (Cobra Husbands) In Progress... It’s Cold Outside (Jack Blaylock) Coming Soon...

[terrence-silver]

I'm feeling pretty blue today - what would CK Terry (or any TIG characters you feel like writing about!) to do earnest, sincerely cheer up someone they love?

I wish you lots of elation and happiness. Hope these help. ❤️

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― When Jan Valek met beloved he already knew it'll be a moment he'll memorize and cherish for the rest of eternity. He already knew beloved will be something or someone that'll bring only true goodness into his life. He equates them to the light of the sun he and his kind were bereft of for centuries. He equates them with everything that's still noble, genuine, warm and sweet about humanity at large even though he doesn't view other mortals in the most of favorable light exactly. He has this incredibly exalted and romantic opinion of them, so, oh, the idea they'd ever feel blue about anything when he puts them all the way up there with the stars --- well, it strikes him. It is like witnessing a beautiful flower being sad about something; it cannot be conceivable because it isn't the flower's intended purpose in the grand scheme of creation. He's all affection and worship, collecting every tear from beloved's face with his lips and fingers, hugging them to himself with both hands and hiding them in his cape. He coos them. Caresses them. Hides them. Reminds them that in his infinite glory, God didn't create them for moments of sorrow. He's created them for joy. In fact, such is the depth of Jan's comfort and consolation of beloved that it telepathically revibrates through the entire coven and all his children feel it too. Beloved's not only loved, they're embraced. He remains with beloved instead of retreating underground when daytime returns, finding some dark, concealed place where he can hold them for as long as needed, time truly being meaningless to him. He could do this for decades if decades was what it took. Centuries, even, if need be. Ultimately, he waits it out with beloved and his arms around them don't unclasp until he literally senses their blood, scent and pheromones sing out with a change of mood before beloved themselves even realizes that they're no longer quite as upset as they were before.

― Terry McCain would downright willingly and tactically make a fool out of himself it meant beloved will simply...oh...you know...crack a smile for him? Why is that? Well, when you're a hardened, hot-headed Chicago Detective who has a tendency of taking things too far, to the point of utilizing excessive force during investigations and arrests, the sensitivity training doesn't really come all that naturally and so he counter-acts this by goofing around, in ways, even if that means getting beloved an adopted fuzzy pet out of the blue, enduring a scolding even when he doesn't give them space to breathe because he wants them to tell him what's wrong or waiting in front of their locked apartment door for hours when they want to be left alone, notwithstanding the fact he's also likely to just, you know, break in. He will be nosy. He will be invasive. He will employ his own professional deformation and investigate to get to the bottom of beloved's bad mood in the off chance they refuse to tell him, but one thing is absolutely certain; He will never, ever, ever leave them alone during this bad time, even risking being ridiculous and possibly overbearing doing so. Which means beloved can expect a takeover of their own life during the period of their depression. They wake up, they find McCain prepping up breakfast, wrapping his oversized coat or scarf around on a cold evening walk, tucking them in next to the fireplace and being fully domestic, threatening to knock some joker's teeth if the cause of their upset came from another person, or hey, he might just jokingly bring up doing so to deliberately appear like some dangerous wiseguy and hopefully amuse beloved through his antics. He'll try so many things that statically, something's very likely to just entertain beloved enough, even if begrudgingly, to have them snort through their nose with laughter at him faced with a funny anecdote from his First Communion.

― Gus Travis is paranoid and he is convinced beloved's current bad mood has something to do with him and taking it a step further than that, he gets this agitated impression that their depression is a prelude to an array of more serious underlining issues that remain yet unspoken; like them wanting to leave him or at least really seriously pondering it just about now. That they're deeply unhappy by his side and if he doesn't do something now to prevent it, history will only repeat itself and he'll lose someone he loves. Again. Would he really survive that crap twice? He doesn't think so. All the signs are there, after all, with his past bad experiences only further exacerbating the issue to the degree that depending of how blue beloved is feeling and for how long, Gus might just take it as far as really seriously telling them they should leave. Run away together. From this life. From his associates. From his gang. His syndicate. Sever all ties to them. Cut loose. Break out on their own. Turn a new page. Start a new life elsewhere. Far, far from here. Head out to sea on a boat if they have to. Not say anything to anyone. Pack up the basics. Hop in their car and go. Just go. Meaning that Gus Travis is genuinely probably willing to quite literally erase everyone and disappear if it could potentially bring contentment to beloved and ensure that they'll stay together. Just the two of them. Man could very well be halfway through the State of Washington on an escape spree before the conclusion might arrive that he did not, in fact, have to practically run away to make beloved happy. A kind word would've sufficed. Maybe a hug. But, Gus is a man of aggressive impulse, with an impassioned, streetwise nature to boot. His dryland mermaid is sad and he's expected to just...handle it in stride without shooting someone in the head? Yeah, no. Before anyone puts two and two together, Gus and beloved are too far gone to ever be found, headed somewhere that is bound to make them happy.

― Terry Silver does anything to cheer up someone he loves. And I do mean anything. Therein lies the danger of someone he cares for being even slightly upset or depressed, because he'd stop at nothing. There's no boundaries. Nothing is too ridiculous. No such thing as 'too far'. And no, I don't just mean throwing excess money and acts of service on a problem until it goes away --- I mean, he'd literally abuse someone to make beloved laugh. He'd hurt someone. He'd hurt whoever hurt them; whoever he feels fucked up their sunny disposition because trust and believe he's ready to have an enemy. Just point at one. If you don't, he's capable of inventing one himself. Throw an expensive car in the mix, sure, as a cherry on top of a cake. Does beloved want real estate? A company? A private island? Do they want him to buy out half of Los Angeles? Do they need a lavish vacation to fix their mood? An encouraging pep talk worthy of a Sensei? Should he knock someone's teeth out while they watch? Should he avenge them to remind them just how adored they are? Should he kill? Drag someone's bruised and beaten body and drop them off at beloved's feet as homage like a devoted blood hound would? Should he fuck beloved? Please, kiss, lick and work their body until their physique registers it as happiness? His mind will be working overtime --- the gears in his brain spinning and spinning and Terry will be likely to cheer himself up at the prospect of all the things he could do. He giggles and snickers as he plans. It is honestly just safer to tell this man what it is likely to make you content so he can go ahead and just do it for you because if his mind wonders too far in its deviousness, he'll do some pretty unhinged things in the hope it'll cheer beloved you up. But, point here is; he'd do just about anything, yes and beloved will probably never be as upset and in need of uplifting that will ever match the distance Terry Silver is willing to go to uplift them.

― Going to go out on a limb and saying Cash doesn't immediately know how to cheer up beloved or anyone as for that matter because this is simply not something he ever frequently does or has to do. His line of work or lifestyle doesn't exactly demand this of him --- in fact, even when he himself's in a gloomy mood, he merely fixes it with a quick beer and just shutting the heck up about it until it goes away. But, just because it is underexplored, new territory for him doesn't mean he doesn't care to the point he's thrown off of balance, pacing back and forth around the room, absolutely exasperated, an annoyed hand in his hair, feverishly thinking of what he should do, his mood sinking to dark depths right alongside beloved. He doesn't sleep. He doesn't talk. Doesn't do anything. He can't think straight. He's capable of spending days in front of beloved's room, just sitting there like a watchful warden in a state of limbo, waiting for a single word from them, a sign, a signal, a hint, anything that could indicate they're doing better now, and until he gets that, he might as well rot into the arm chair he's nestled into for all he's concerned. Cash takes whatever's going on very much to heart even though it isn't outright visible or easy to immediately tell at all times, but one order out of beloved's lips is enough to put him into action there and then without a single bit of protest out of him. If beloved said 'Rob a bank. It'll make me happy.' man outright would do just that entirely wordlessly. He'd be there getting his gun, gloves and mask ready, making the necessary phone calls, gone within the hour and already back home by the time they've woken up from their daily depression nap. He cares immensely. He doesn't always know how to express it or act on it, but even when beloved's in an infinitely better mood it'll be days and even weeks before Cash wholly recovers from whatever it was that bothered them, even if he doesn't really talk about it.

― Jack Blaylock, or rather, Timothy Calloway sits down and genuinely talks to beloved about it. Yes. Talks. Although never doubt this man too would be prepared to go to some truly harrowing lengths to merely see the slightest shadow of a smile on beloved's face, I get this impression he fixes them a warm beverage, makes them a lovely, intimate meal for two and tucks in by their side on a cozy, quiet evening instead, the lights of the city sparkling in the distance through the windows because civilian problems require civilian solutions and beloved's a civilian, first and foremost; so, he approaches their sadness in a way he knows they'll respond to best psychologically, not wishing to frighten them with promises of knives, blades, guns, murder, carnage, gore and all the things he'd do to anyone or anything that would ever make them sad or encroach on their happiness. He tells them anecdotes. Tales from his travels. All the places he's been. Seen. Spirituality. Past lives. How this is all unsolved karmic baggage and in few days time, it'll seem like a distant matter that'll only grow more foggy as time passes but that he's here, interconnected with beloved through countless past lives, feeling every bit of dejectedness they themselves might feel. He's here to face the fray with them because they're soulmates and that's what soulmates do. It is genuinely the most intense and eye-opening conversation beloved's ever had. One of those goddamn near live changing chats that seem a bit dream-like and slightly haunting and strange the next day but beloved truly does feel better afterwards because Jack will literally talk them out of their sour mood. Of course, has to be said that there's a disturbing factor to all of this because it is almost like Jack saw into beloved's soul and just about scraped off whatever was bothering them singlehandedly. Was there something in the coffee he's made them? Something in his general air and manner, how he knows to handle people? The sex they had afterwards? Beloved cannot tell, but they do feel infinitely better.

[virgo-mess]

TIG Character Masterlist

Requests and Asks are always open!

Terry Silver Fics

Silver Thread Universe

Terry Silver x OC Series

Silver Thread - Terry Silver falls hard for Daniel's older sister, Veda LaRusso during the summer of 1985. Set before and during the events of kk2. (Almost enemies to lovers. But mostly fluff. Tons of fluff) (Complete!)

Silver Bells (Silver Thread Sequel)

Silver Bells- Terry Silver and Veda LaRusso end up at the same ski resort during Christmas 10 years after their breakup. Set during December of 1995. (Rekindled Romance, although it was never really over. Is it ever over when it comes to Terry Silver?) (In progress)

Cash Fics

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Good Cop, Bad Cop- Cash heads to his hometown for the first time in nearly twelve years and does everything he can to reclaim his first crush, the girl next door, the one that got away. (a request from @karatekels) (Cash x Reader) (complete)

Kidnapper for Hire

Kidnapper for Hire- Cash is hired to fetch a girl with a big price on her head but for whatever reason can't bring himself to hand her over.

The Birds and the Bees

The Birds and the Bees- Cash Ewing and Shaylee Harris were not only neighbors but also the best of friends. Until that one summer changed everything for them.....(friends to lovers and rekindled / second chance romance)

Valek fics

Valek x OC

Untitled- Valek stumbles upon a girl who bears a striking resemblance to the girl he loved and lost in his days of priesthood.

Cult of TIG movie drive for your viewing pleasure 🩵

[larabiatasstuff]

I have a request if you feel like writing about our majestic vampire king: Y/N is his mortal lover and one night Valek says that he hasn't seen his reflection in centuries and has forgotten what he looks like, so she describes in detail what he looks like to him. She is very complimentary and praising (of course) and it ends up turning both of them on 😏

Oh anon that's a wonderful request. Thank you so much for sending it I'm excited to write that for you 🖤

It was nighttime at the manor when I was sitting at my dressing table, brushing my hair. "You look breathtaking tonight my treasure." came Jan's voice from behind me. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my neck. He sighed and took a seat in the large armchair in the corner of the room. A hint of sadness in his eyes. "Are you alright my love? You can talk to me Jan you know that." he gave me a small smile. "I know my treasure it's just... It has been centuries since I last saw my reflection and I think I forgot what I look like." I felt a sting in my heart when I heard him say that. I never had a problem with the fact that Jan was a vampire and he always seemed so strong and at peace with everything." Oh I'm sorry to hear that my love. For how long did you think about that? " I asked, got up from my chair and walked towards him. "For a few days. Anytime I see a mirror or a reflecting surface. Maybe I should look at the portraits in the gallery again." "No, Jan these paintings doesn't even show a glimpse of what you look like." I climbed on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. "What if I tell you what you look like? I'd love to describe to you how beautiful you are." he looked at me with wide eyes "You would do that for me? What did I do to deserve you my treasure?" "You're the man I love with all my heart,of course I'll do that for you. Let's see, where do I start? Oh yes your eyes. You have beautiful eyes with the color of diamonds. I remember my heart fluttering when I first looked into them. Your dark raven locks frame your face perfectly and the contrast to your soft, pale skin is perfect. "I said while running my fingers through his hair. Jan's eyes were fixated on my face, listening to every word I said." You have a perfectly shaped nose that crinkles a little when you're laughing and you always flare your nostrils when you're upset. I love your rosy lips that are so soft and full and kissable." I described and let my thumb glide over his bottom lip and I noticed that his breathing got heavier and the grip of his hands on my thighs got slightly stronger.

Part two 🖤

[fangirlstorycreator]

What I think each of Thomas Ian Griffiths characters would give you as a nickname 💚

CK Terry Silver: "Sweetheart" obviously 💚

KK3 Terry Silver: Depending on his mood, either "Baby" or "Babygirl" 💚

Jan Valek: I think his nickname for you would be "My treasure" 💚

General Taligaro: "My Darling" or "My Beautiful Muse" 💚

Terry McCain: "Beautiful" or "Honey" 💚

Brandon Miller: I think he would just call you "Sexy" 💚

Cash: I see him calling you "Gorgeous" 💚

And last but not least, our playful boy Max Parish: It goes without saying "Babes!" 💚

[moonchildbaby]

⛧Queen of the Night⛧ Jan Valek  x Fem!Reader

Inspired by I_$uss by Ленинград (Leningrad) 

I took the sin half hearted

but in the strictest possible sense

You were beautiful like Jesus

in art masterpieces

I thought I would ascent

because of your beauty or my sensations

A/N: Ritualistic and Cult Initiation, Vampires, Dubious consent, Smut, implicated violence, fem!reader and we pretend that Jan Valek has Terry Silvers nails ok

Wordcount: 1,218

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“Scream. That’s it.” the deep voices purrs in a deep slithering hiss. “Scream as loud as you can and know you’ll be screaming only for me.” His grin is all midnight and red lipped against his marble complexation, the long fingers clasped around you drawing crimson patterns on your skin as the sharp nails easily scrape through the surface of your soft flesh. Lovingly he marks you. All his. The moonlight illuminates Jan Valek’s eyes through the painted window high above, the only natural source of light painting his orbs white as snow. His touch is frozen like morning dew yet something akin to warmth still lingers under the surface of his digits, disturbing you even more. Maybe the hundreds of candles illuminating the dark church his followers have lit are the reason for that peculiar sensation. They sit watching, engulfed in eerie silence, their eyes glazed chips of ice as they follow the spectacle taking place on the altar. Having come from far and near, they made their way through the deepest of nights, mere shadows in the late October wind to lay their eyes upon the new mistress of the night. 

Upon the initiation. 

The vampire master claiming his mate for eternity. 

“No god can help you now, no book nor prayer can save you. All there is and will be inside of you is me and the night. “ Jan purrs as lips kiss the tender flesh of your breasts, lying bare to him as you shiver helpless and unmoving completely numbed by the poison coaxing out the night in your veins.  Marked by the father of all Vampires himself. The way he holds you is an unearthly sensation as removes any remaining garments separating your bodies and you find yourself squirming in horror. The light in his pale eyes sends chills of equal desire and horror down your spine. A chuckle slips from the velvet lips as Jan finds himself bemused, your terror so endearing to him. His mouth grazes yours in order to soften the sharp edges of fear. The nightwanderer holds you in an embrace akin to a lovers as you feel his long sharp digits claiming you, pain and pleasure clouding your mind as you feel your own fingers digging into Jan's broad shoulders. Trying to hurt him with, scrape him open with your fingernails, hoping to kill him - only to want him closer, more, intensely, everywhere. In haze your mind struggles for control against the dark fluid pressure coaxing and pressing every nerve as you feel yourself slipping away, slowly and surely engulfed by it’s power. 

And then he is, everywhere and swiftly part of you as your legs wrap arounds his waist, compiling with unspoken commands the horror fading into a lingering white noise under his caresses, rough and gentle at the same time. Every touch holds a never felt intensity to it. Stronger than any drug your lips have tasted before and mind exploding in sensation when Jan's fangs find the soft flesh of your bosom, biting, kissing and sucking. Delicious and bittersweet remainders of the last human quantity of blood you possess wanders down the vampires throat as watches his beloveds reactions from hooded ice blue slits, taking pleasure in the spectacle before him. “Nobody would be able to love you like I do.” he coos the voice deep and sinister, feeling them clench around him shivers running over the exposed skin.

You are helpless as you hear your mouth forming a new name breathless at first, trying to suppress the urge as breath turns into moan and moans into screams. As Jesus turns into Jan, God to master. The white rose petals are painted crimson from your blood as the pressure fleets from your mind, limbs twitching as you feel the coldness creeping in contrasting to the boiling heat inside your womb as your midnight lover claims you roughly. His sharp thrusts mix with the boiling of your blood, feeling like acid in your veins as your screams grow hoarse, high pitched the sound akin to a lamb being slaughtered, half alive as their brains are devoured, as pleasure and pain overtake you thunder mixing with your shared moans of release as you come around him. Jan flings his head back at the sensation, his raven locks shimmering a midnight blue as his fingers dig into your hips. The tarnished droplets of rust leaking from pale skin proves the success of turning as the realization has him wasting himself inside of you. 

Now you will be his and only his. For eternity. And nobody can take you. Not even “God”.                                                                                                              Spine chilling, melodious laughter erupts from the back of his throat. Primal, pleased and greedy it resonates from the Church walls as blackness floods your irises and bliss wipes out the remaining consciousness bidding you good night one last time. 

Sometime after, minutes or seconds have molten into each other, you feel yourself woken by a soft touch of your head and the cool, silken touch of familiar lips against your own. 

Jan’s hand cradles your face for a moment, wolf eyes taking in your nude form, the soft flesh paling as the moon paints the final turning from the livestock to a child of the night. A child of his own like his hundreds of followers. 

“Stand” he instructs, his hand engulfing your own and you let yourself be lifted by his steeled strength. 

The mind in trance your senses flood every fibre of your body. Your vision and smell sharp as the blades on the altar. You taste and smell simultaneously- the  mixed fluids inside and leaking from you, the blood beginning to curst into darkness, the scattered rose buds, the candle wax, the leather band from Jan’s book on the lectern, the wood of the pews and the insects living inside the walls. The stones wet from the rain washing across the thin glass, excitement and aroused murmurs of the crowd when Jan raises his voice. 

“My children, you are invited -                                                                           Join me and my bride in our first hunt as a finally completed family.”

Desire fills your body up to the point you feel it vibrating with greed. Blood. Food. Warmth. The idea abolishes morals and horror swiftly, brains descending into  final darkness, gone akin to a fleeting musing. 

A black robe is draped and fitted around your form in seconds, a crown of black roses and nightshade on your head, hair smoothed out by the gentle hands of your followers. Your hazy mind cannot pinpoint why you would ever have come to think of them as scary, haunting individuals when they could not be more alluring. These are your people, your flock, your home. Pale eyes which have now become your own interlock with the icy blue ones of your new found messiah. Your midnight lover and husband. It is as if you can appreciate his true beauty only now. Deadly and dark as Onyx. Nothing to be afraid of. He is a part of you now. 

The crowd erupts into wild and feral excitement as the two of you share the first kiss that marks the beginning of a new era. A new time. And what a bloody one it will become. 

All is a blur as your eyes take in every lightning illuminating the dark  the masses begin waving back and forth like weeds in a storm. The dead of night in their stare as their mouths open to chant, a dark melodious sound that vibrates through every stone on the premises and that is sure to bestow a nightmare to every human heart close by.  Hundreds of arms raise themselves as they follow you and their leader, thousands of white flowers raining from their palms the white storm reflected in the pale colour of your orbs - “Let her rise -The queen of the night.”

A/N: The queen is an actual flower and is funnily enough associated with good fortune so I deemed it very fitting that if there was a vampire wedding ceremony that this flower would be included. 

I recommend looking at the music video from Leningrads “i_$uss” as it is incredibly well made in my opinion and the song served as my main inspiration for the oneshot. I warn you it is a bid graphic. I believe listening to it while reading this fic enhances the outwardly feeling that “you” may have felt in this clearly outwardly wedding haha. 

Happy spooky season everyone! 🕷 ⛧

[senka-mesecine]

Moonlight walking

I smell your softness

Carnivorous and lusting

To track you down among the pines

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(yes, it is a Jan Valek self insert, I’d say) 🌙 x

[sweettee18]

John Carpenter’s Vampires Imagines 2/2

Jan Valek x (F) Reader 2/2

Elizabeth arrives at her destination with Lucy , unbeknownst to them not only Jack Crow was behind her, someone from her past shows up an sees the reunion.

Elizabeth stepped out of the car and headed to the back and unstrapped Lucy from her car seat. She looked around to check if the coast was clear before proceeding to the spot.

The place looked deserted, but she kept her guard up. Elizabeth picked up Lucy and placed her inside a medium sized storage shed and whispered to her, “Do not move from this spot or make a sound, no matter what you see or hear. You hear me?” Lucy nodded in agreement and Elizabeth closed the door and walked toward the front of the Territorial Prison.

Meanwhile, Jack caught up with Elizabeth to see what she was up to, but was very careful not to be seen. As this was happening, Elizabeth looked around the area and called out, “Valek?” But there was no answer, only the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees and the crickets chirping. 

Before she could call out to him again, a familiar voice from behind her, said, “It has been a while, Elizabeth.” She turned around to see Valek standing before her, with a small smug, tugging at his lips.

Elizabeth walked toward him and said, “It has only been three years. I do believe that you did receive messages from my friend who is staying at my apartment for me until I returned. I hope you didn’t hurt her.” As he walked toward her, he replied, “Don’t worry, I didn’t kill her, nor did I lay one fang or finger on her.”Jack watched them embrace from his hiding spot. Elizabeth did not want to let go of him, but she had to sometime. Finally, they broke the embrace.

“Where is our daughter?” Valek asked. She replied,“She’s here.” She turned to the direction of the storage shed and called out to Lucy. The shed door opened and Lucy peaked out her head to see what was going on. “It’s all right, Lucy.” Lucy began to run toward her mother and immediately clung to her legs. Valek bends down to get a closer look at his daughter. 

Valek said in a gentle voice to Lucy, “Hello Lucy, do you remember me?” Lucy cautiously stepped forward, and immediately, she nodded. “The last time I saw you was when you were just born, it was a shame that you both had to leave in such a hurry. I’m so happy to finally see you again. ” He said he placed his pale hand against Lucy’s rosy cheek.

As this was happening, a voice from behind them said, “Well, isn’t this sweet?” All three of them turned around to the direction of the voice, and was shocked to see that it was no other than Elizabeth’s ex-boyfriend, Geoffrey, with a crossbow in his hand. “One big, happy family.” he said as he was getting closer. Valek growled, placed both Elizabeth and Lucy behind him as his fangs extended. He raised his crossbow at them and said with a psychotic smirk to Elizabeth,“I told you I wasn’t giving up, but you didn’t listen.”

Geoffrey pointed the crossbow right at Valek. As he step forward, he said to the group, “I’m not here to start a fight, I’m only here to take what belongs to me and be on my merry way. ” Elizabeth yelled out at him, “I’m not your property, I don’t belong to you! And neither does my daughter!”

What Geoffrey said next pissed off Valek, “I could care less about the brat. She can stay here with your baby daddy.” How dare he insult his daughter? Who does he think he is? But before Valek could do anything, Jack jumped out of his hiding spot with his crossbow pointed at him, “How about you drop your crossbow, or you will be the first to go into your grave.” 

Geoffrey and the group looked over to see Jack pointing the crossbow at him. Elizabeth was shocked that he actually followed her when she told him she had to do this alone, of course, Jack never listened.  Geoffrey chuckled and pointed the crossbow at Jack.“I don’t believe that’s going to happen. I’m going to take Elizabeth with me, and you are not going to interfere.”

Jack looked over to Elizabeth, and said to her, “Valek, if you want to earn my trust, I suggest you look after Elizabeth and Lucy. Get them out of here, I’ll take care of him.” But Geoffrey I said, “She’s not going anywhere with that bloodsucking leech.” Almost immediately Valek had this smirk form on his face as he said, “Not if my flock has anything to do with it.” As soon as he said this, the rest of his vampire fledglings came out of their hiding places, and began to surround Geoffrey.

“Leave the vampire hunter, get the one that you’re surrounding.” Valek commanded his fledglings. As this was happening, the sun was beginning to rise, and it wasn’t much time before they were all going to be turned to dust. Almost immediately, Valek grabbed both Lucy and Elizabeth, and made a big jump to her SUV while the rest of the fledgling had to retreat back inside the building, leaving Jack and Geoffrey to have a standoff.

“I’m not leaving here without Elizabeth, even if takes me to rid of anyone, including you that are in my way.” Geoffrey said as he pointed the crossbow at Jack. And Jack said, “I don’t know what’s it going to take to get through that thick skull yours, that she is no longer with you, and I made a promise that I will protect her even if she’s with Valek.”

Before Geoffrey could pull the trigger on the crossbow, he heard the engine of Elizabeth’s SUV start up. He looked over and saw Elizabeth driving off down the road with both Valek in the front seat and Lucy in the back. Luckily, for Valek , the windows are well tinted and UV safe. But not dark enough to be pulled over, according to the law.

This was a great opportunity for Jack to take action now Geoffrey was caught off guard. Almost immediately, Jack pulled the trigger of his crossbow and the arrow whipped through the air and straight into Geoffrey’s back, severing his spinal cord, paralyzing him from the waist down. Jack kicked the crossbow away from Geoffrey’s hand, bender down to his level where he laid.

“Don’t worry, you’ll survive for the next 12 hours. That is if you survive the vampires that are hiding away inside this building just waiting to feast on you. And of course I do doubt they’ll let you live after what you just try to do. Enjoy the sun burn.” Jack said as he placed his sunglasses over his eyes, picked up the crossbow that he kicked away and walked to his truck, Geoffrey cussing out to him. Of course, Jack ignored it. He turned over to him and said, with a smile on his face, “You can call me every name in the book. I’ve heard it all, and I said them all.” Jack hopped into his truck and drove straight to Elizabeth’s home.

Epilogue

Sometime later, Elizabeth was able to come up with a cure for Katrina, even though Jack and Tony said that it was irreversible. But it was possible.

Katrina was cured from her vampirism before she could turn fully undead.

Including Tony, who was recently bitten by another vampire in the last fight.

It is unknown of what became of Geoffrey. But there are doubts that he may not have survived Valek’s fledglings feasting on him. So come to believe that he is dead.

There was some peace between Jack and Valek, despite him killing his group of hunters/friends.

As for Valek, Elizabeth and Lucy… Elizabeth returned to the bar, now promoted as manager.

Valek got a job as a night doctor at the hospital, right close to Elizabeth’s job.

As for Lucy, not only she would be starting kindergarten, but she was just getting her trainer fangs in.(Don’t worry, she knows how to control her thirst.)🤣🤣🤣

Valek decided from now on, him, and his fledglings were only hunt those who wish to do harm on others.

Hope you guys enjoyed this story. Like and comment. May you all have a great day.

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No Reason To (34/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to tag previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!”

A/N: 

However, the more comments and response I receiver from chapters will inspire me to write more frequently. It was one of the reasons why I took such a long break – because it felt like no one cared about this series anymore. So, i’m hoping that people still do.

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 05x06 & 05x07

“You’re helping with the reading?”

Theo turns at the sound of your voice, blinking. He thought you’d already be inside. “Scott talked to me at school,” Theo nods, falling next to you with a faint smile. You fall next to his side with ease, any previous doubt you’d had about him pretty much gone. Of course, there was still a part of you that wondered. Especially because of how skeptical Stiles was, and you trusted Stiles. But Theo had also helped you discover more about your powers, and was still continuing to do so. Not only that, but it seemed he was willing to help the pack as a whole as well. “I offered my help.”

You hum in recognition; “i’m surprised he agreed.” The words slip past your lips before you can properly assess them, and then stop yourself from saying them. Turning to Theo once more, paused in front of your own front door, your eyes widen. “I didn’t mean it like that--”

“It’s no worries,” Theo brushes off easily, laughing lightly. “To be honest, i’m surprised as well.”

His words ease you and you let your shoulders fall, a small smile falling on your lips. “Well,” you continue, gesturing to the door, “we’ve got a long night ahead of us, so...”

Theo leans forward, grabbing the door for you and stepping back; “ladies first.”

You forced yourself to stop from blushing, ducking your head slightly to hide what little bit of red that had managed to grow on your cheeks. Theo steps in behind you, and as you turn to say something, you’re not even really sure what, you let out a little gasp of surprise at how close he is. There’s a moment of awkward pause where the two of you just stare at one another, Theo feigning obliviousness as you desperately try to stop yourself from blushing.

What’s wrong you? You mentally slap yourself. He was just walking inside. Nothing more. You don’t have to be so jittery.

A cough interrupts you from your thoughts. Turning your head over your shoulder, you meet Stiles’ gaze where he stands with the rest of the pack. Embarrassed, you once again lower your gaze to the floor, quick to create some distance between you and Theo, instead falling next to Stiles. You ignore the look he sends you, crossing one arm over your chest with a thick swallow, turning to your brother; and careful not to meet Theo’s gaze.

There’s only another moment of awkward pause before Scott speaks up, coughing in an attempt to diffuse the awkward tension. He sets out the Dread Doctor’s book, following with the many copies he’d made, on the table before you all, leaning back once he’s done.

“My mother’s book clubs usually has a lot more wine.”

“Well,” Stiles speaks up, and finally you turn to him, “they also probably didn’t read books that cause violent hallucinations.”

“That’s why Malia’s here,” Scott explains, eyes on said girl with a faint smile.

“So none of us go running into traffic?”

Scott pauses at Kira’s question, biting his lower lip; “or worse.”

“Like what happened to Judy,” Malia comments, pausing when she notices the looks sent her way. “Chapter fourteen.”

Rubbing your hand across your face, you sigh.

“Maybe I should have my mother read it,” Lydia jokes, though it’s more of a sarcastic comment than anything. “She might remember a girl with a tail leaping off the ceiling and attacking everyone.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “if it works.”

Lydia pauses; “it has to.”

“What’s that mean?”

Lydia inhales deeply, as if mentally preparing herself for what she’s about to say. “I think... I saw them during my surgery.” Your eyes widen, turning to her with concern etched deep in your gaze. “When I look at the cover of the book... it’s almost like...”

“A memory trying to surface.”

Blinking, you turn to Theo.

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t that what Valek wanted when he wrote it?” Kira asks, to which you nod.

“If they did something to me,” Lydia continues, “I want to know what it is.”

-

You try to focus on the words on the page, you really do. But as each moment passes, you find it harder and harder to do so. 

When you raise your head, desperately trying to look for a distraction of some kind, it’s almost instinctively. You don’t mean to do it, because deep down you know you need to read this book because, you never know, something could’ve happened to you. But you don’t even really realize you’ve looked away until you notice Stiles, sat to the side of you, rubbing at his right shoulder, face scrunched up in discomfort. And at that point, you’re glad you were looking for a distraction or else you wouldn’t have noticed.

“Did something happen to your shoulder?”

Stiles blinks, turning to you with surprise; “what do you mean?”

“Your shoulder,” you repeat, gesturing in the direction of it with a tilt of your head. “You keep rubbing at it.”

For a fraction of a second, almost too quick for you to properly see it. If you hadn’t been focused on him so intently, if you had even blinked for too long, you would’ve missed it. Stiles’ face falls and this look passes through his eyes, but then he blinks, and it’s gone. “Oh,” he says after a moment, eyes flooding with clarity. “The jeep broke down again. I hit my shoulder trying to fix it.”

Brows furrowing, you pause, unsure. But that look...

Leaning forward, you move to set your hand against Stiles’ arms; “are you sure? Because--” 

Darkness. Fear. Terror. Regret. Guilt.

Gasping, you pull your hand back. Lips left parted, you glance down at your hand before looking back up at Stiles, trying to make sense of what had just happened. You know what happened; it was the same thing that had happened with Isaac that one time. You’d done it Scott before too. And once with Stiles. But at the same time, you don’t. 

It just hadn’t happened in so long that you hadn’t thought... and Stiles, he’d felt so... so cold.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Stiles reaches out for you and you pull back hastily, hating the look of hurt that crosses his expression.

“Sorry, I...”

Blinking, you pull yourself out of your thoughts, meeting Stiles’ gaze. He looks confused, but you can also see a sliver of fear in his gaze; fear that he’d been caught. But on what?

That look...

Choosing to brush it off, you shake your head, setting your hand in your lap. “Nothing,” you lie, knowing you don’t sound all that convincing but continuing anyways. “I’m just tired. It’s... I’m fine.”

“Y/N--’

“It’s fine, Stiles.”

There’s a moment of pause, the two of you looking at one another. You’re not sure what to say, and you know neither is he. You hadn’t meant to snap but nothing of what had just happened made sense and it was clear by the look in Stiles’ eyes, he didn’t want to tell you what he was so clearly hiding and that angered you somewhat. It was best, for now at least, to just leave it alone.

Nodding, Stiles turns back to his book, glancing your way one last time before doing so.

With a shaky sigh, you glance down at your lap, where your hand rests, watching as it shakes.

When you’d touch Stiles, those five things is what you had felt. All the flashes of images that had burned through your mind had been a blur and you couldn’t make sense of them all. But you saw blood, a lot of it. You could still hear the yelling that had echoed in your mind not moments before. And most of all, guilt. Stiles felt guilty.

He was being chased and then... nothing.

Clenching your hand shut, you shake your head.

-

Scott...

Slowing your step, you feel a shortness of breath. A gasp leaves your lips and it feels like your world spins, your palm falling on the set of lockers next to you, trying to balance yourself.

You can’t breathe, it feels like your throat is closing in on itself. But nothing’s choking you, and oddly enough, it doesn’t feel like that. This feels different. This shortness of breath feels familiar all the while foreign, different. There’s no pounding, no headaches, your powers aren’t spiking out of control, because; it’s not your powers. It’s Scott.

Asthma. Scott’s having an asthma attack.

Eyes falling shut for a moment, you try to exhale, it coming out more wheezed then anything. Scott, the voice in your head says again. You need to get to Scott. You need to help Scott. He’s... He’s having an asthma attack. His inhaler... You move to step forward, your feet feeling oddly enough incredibly heavy. One step, then another, then it feels like you’re falling. The world’s spinning, fading, your eyes fall shut, bracing yourself.

Nothing ever happens. You don’t hit anything.

Opening your eyes, your throat suddenly feels clear. It feels like you can breathe. What...

It’s then you notice that you’re no longer in the school hallway anymore. You’re... home? Not only that, you’re in the upstairs hallway, right outside your bedroom door. 

“What the...”

“Please! Daddy! I--!”

There’s a loud thud, and you blink, head jerking back. That voice had sounded like you, but higher pitched; it sounded like you but younger. But, how can that be possible? You’re right here. You’re...

Taking a small step forward, you hesitantly let your hand fall on the door knob to your door, where the sound hand come from. It’s cold to the touch, and part of you, like an echoed whisper in the back of your mind tells you not to open the door. There’s nothing but bad memories there. And yet,  you find yourself turning the knob and pushing the door open, and your eyes land on the sight of your father’s back, hunched over something. Or rather someone. When your gaze lowers, you realize it’s you.

A young you. You’re no older than seven there, on your back, staring up at your father with wide and terrified eyes as he glowers down at you, hand raised.

Your heart plummets; you know what this is. This... This memory.

“Shut your mouth!” Rafael roars, grabbing your tiny wrist in his own much larger hand and tugging harshly, yanking your younger self up to your feet. A cry leaves your lips and the you now watches in horror, a memory of your own all but unfolding before your very eyes. “Your brothers asleep next door! Do you want to wake him?”

“No, no! But, daddy, please--!”

A growl leaves your father’s lips, then he tugs, hand still wrapped around your wrist, all but tossing you across the room, directly where you’re stood now. Without thought, without rational thought, you move to catch your younger self, but you slip right through your own fingers, crashing against the wall right next to the door. 

Just like you had that night...

You’re crying now, sobs leaving your lips. You watch as your younger self bites your lower lip tightly, in attempt to quiet your sobs. For Scott, it had always been for Scott.

Then, there’s footsteps. You turn to your father, he doesn’t hear them. He hadn’t heard them that night either.

The door bursts open then, and your mom appears through the doorway. You watch as her eyes widen, taking in the situation before her very eyes. She’d just come home from work when she’d heard the yelling and screaming. Her eyes drift from Rafael, your father, her husband, to you, her daughter, his daughter, crumpled on the floor, curled into yourself as wretched sobs leaves your lips and then this expression washes over her.

Hatred, betrayal, fear, disgust but most of all, guilt. Guilt because she hadn’t know. Guilt because she’d let this go on this long. And guilt because she hadn’t been there to protect her own daughter. She’d blamed herself for months, years, maybe she still did now. Blamed herself that all of this had happened right under her nose and you, her sweet, selfless daughter and endured it all without ever saying a word because you hadn’t wanted to be a bother.

This is the night mom kicked dad out of this house. This is the night your father threw your brother down the stairs. This is last night your father ever hurt you. 

This is the night you ruined everything.

“--Y/N! Y/N!”

Blinking, you gasp, suddenly feeling the hands wrapped around your arms. You feel your heart spike in panic, remembering what you had just witnessed, your own memory, and you fear that the hands belong to your father. That you’re not just witnessing the memory anymore, but reliving it all over again and you let out a shrill scream, not realizing where you were.

“Y/N! It’s Theo, Y/N!”

The screaming stops, and it feels like you finally focus on what’s before you. Sure enough, Theo’s crouched before you, desperately trying to calm you.

It’s then you notice the group of students surrounding you.

Theo glances over his shoulder, before meeting your eyes. The question still leaves his lips, but part of you figures he already knows; “what happened?”

“I... I don’t know.” You whisper, eyes distant, dazed.

Frowning, Theo bites his lip in thought. “Here,” Theo says after a moment, shifting to wrap his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you to Scott.”

-

“You guys try to find Stiles and Lydia. We’ll find my mom.”

Nodding at both Theo and Malia, you follow quickly behind Scott, heading down the hallway with him. As you turn towards the hallway, Scott pauses.

“Wait,” he calls, moving his hand out in front of you. You turn to him with furrowed brows. “We should split up,” he suggests, causing you to frown. “We’ll find her that way quicker.”

“Scott,” you sigh, “splitting up never helps.”

“I know,” he inhales deeply, shaking his head. “It’s just we don’t have a lot of time and....”

Huffing, you glance down the other way, biting your lip in thought. He’s right, you don’t have a lot of time but splitting up is never a good idea...

Against your better judgement, you nod. “Fine,” you finally agree. “But call me if anything happens.”

Nodding, Scott starts to shuffle backwards; “same goes for you.”

-

The elevator dings, and as it does, you kick your right foot back, steeling yourself.

Wiggling your fingers, testing the feeling of this new found power that you’re able to mold and move to your discretion, you narrow your eyes at the sight of one of the Dread Doctor’s holding Scott up off his feet by his throat. You might not be a werewolf, but you still manage to let out a nasty growl, focusing your eyes directly on the Dread Doctor as it turns to you and tilting your chin upwards.

It skids back in response, Scott falling to the hospital ground with a thud in response. “Go!” You call to your mom, urging her forwards as you take a few steps forward yourself.

This... thing, the Dread Doctor, it’s strong. You might just be learning the true nature of your powers but you know one thing, that hit would’ve sent anyone else flying. The Dread Doctor simply only got knocked back a peg or two, you won’t be able to hold it off forever and certainly won’t be able to defeat it. All you need to do is hold it back until Melissa can get Scott to the elevator. Then, you run.

Should be easy enough. Though you knew it wouldn’t.

As the Dread Doctor marches towards you, it’s steps thudding, you raise your arm, swinging it across yourself sharply. It manages to be enough to knock it against the wall, giving mom the perfect chance to run by, Scott in her arms. Once you’re sure they’re past you and close to the elevator, you turn your attention back to the Dread Doctor, just narrowly missing a hit to the head.

Straightening out, you move to send it back again, but the Dread Doctor catches your wrist in it’s grasp. A soft cry leaves your lips in response, the grip tighter than you’d expected it to be. Any tighter and you’re sure it’d break your wrist, but instead, the Dread Doctor opts for reaching for your throat with it’s free hand much like it’d done with Scott. You inhale sharply, gasping desperately for breath as you feel yourself being lifted off the floor, the tips of your toes kicking frantically against the tiled floor.

“Y/N!” You hear Melissa call, her voice raw. “Y/N!”

Eyes widening, you feel your face grow warm as the Dread Doctor’s grip tightens, it becoming harder and harder to breathe by the second. What to do. What to do. Wringing your hand still grasped in the Dread Doctor’s own, you feel your panic spike ten-fold. Think, Y/N. Think!

Your left hand. It’s still free. It won’t be enough to do any serious damage, but it might just be enough to give yourself a moment to break free.

Raising your left hand, you narrow your eyes despite the growing need for air. You force all your power, all your being, into your left hand, holding it by your side, muscles tensing, hand shaking from the force of it. Then, just as your eyes fall on the Dread Doctor’s own once more, you push your hand forward, thus sending the Dread Doctor back.

You fall to your knees with a gasp, bracing yourself as you wheeze.

“Y/N! Now’s your chance!”

Looking up, you watch as the Dread Doctor easily begins marching towards you once more. And you know Melissa’s not only right about this being your chance, but it’s your only chance.

You push yourself up to your feet without hesitation, tumbling over your own feet slightly as you turn around, just managing to catch your balance. It takes a lot of focus and strength to keep yourself steady, your vision somewhat blurry from the serious lack of air you’d experience not moments ago.

You just manage to make it into the elevator, slamming to the wall opposite of the door and turning just in time to see the doors slide shut, the Dread Doctor’s eyes on your own the last thing you see.

Sliding down, you set a hand against your chest, gasping.

“We never should’ve read that book.”

-

“Hayden? It’s Scott.”

Swallowing thickly, you bite your bottom lip, eyes on your brother as he presses himself up against the door of the room Hayden has locked herself in. As a moment of silence passes as Scott’s words, you can’t help but glance Stiles’ way, remembering that the last time you’d actually had a proper conversation with him was the night you’d touched him and felt nothing but cold.

Now, it just feels weird between the two of you. Different... And by the look in his own eyes as he meets yours, you know he feels the same.

“I know that you’re scared, but we just... we want to help.” Once again, no reply. Turning his head over his shoulder, Scott turns to Liam. “I can hear her heart beating,” Scott explains, “she’s really freaked out. What happened?”

Liam shrugs; “she was okay when we got here,” he says, voice pitched in panic. “I went to text you for two seconds and she locked herself in.”

Brows furrowing, you shake your head; “why?”

Liam turns to you, “I don’t know.”

“She’s definitely a Chimera?” Scott confirms, shuffling on his feet slightly.

Liam nods without hesitiation; “she said she heard a voice saying, ‘your condition improves’.”

Sighing, you shake your head.

“Okay,” Stiles breathes, stepping forward, “that’s unsettling.” He slips past you and you take a step back without thinking, not wanting to touch him. What’s wrong with you? It’s just Stiles. Your boyfriend, Stiles. The one you love; Stiles.. Shaking your head, you focus back on the situation at hand, letting your eyes fall on the back of Stiles’ head as he leans against the door. “Hayden,” he calls, knocking, “this is Stiles. Your sister works for my dad down at the station. Look, just open the door, okay? You can trust us.”

Yet, again, no response. Realizing this, Stiles takes a step back.

Suddenly, you find three pairs of eyes on you. “What?” You question, shaking your head.

“Say something,” Liam urges, gesturing in the direction of the door.

“What am I supposed to say?” You hiss out in a whisper, shaking your head at the three boys. “I don’t know this girl, and even if I did, it’s clear she’s scared out of her mind. And I don’t blame her. Talking to her through a door is not going to persuade her to come out or let alone believe any of the stuff we’re saying, which, by the way, sounds insane to someone who has no idea what we are talking about--!”

Your long ramble is interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking. Your head snaps towards the door, as does the other three, and your lips part when the door opens enough so you can fully see Hayden. Hayden who has glowing eyes, fangs and claws.

“I believe you.”

-

“We’re lying to him!”

“I know.”

“We’re using her!”

“I know.”

“Then why are we using this plan?”

Scott huffs, shaking his head. “Cause it’s the best one we got. The only one we’ve got. And if this works, then, we’ll have one. We’ll have a Dread Doctor.”

Brows furrowing, you scoff; “do you even hear yourself? If, key word; if. We’re using her as bait, and there’s no guarantee this plan is going to work because our plans never work. And do you really expect me to just stand out here, waiting for one of those things to come, all while neither of them have any idea what’s really happening? And Stiles is out there with Theo and...” You trail, shoulders falling.

Scott’s brows furrow at your sudden stop, lips pursing in concern. “And what, Y/N?”

“Nothing,” you dismiss, shaking your head. Feeling your heart pound against your stomach, you set your hand against your chest, trying to calm yourself. You’re not sure what came over you, why you got so mad. The plan was stupid, but you also know, like Scott had said, it was the only one you had and tonight was possibly the only chance you had at catching one of these things. “We should probably start setting up, i’ll find Malia and Lydia--”

Scott catches your wrist before you can walk off, pulling your eyes back on his with a blink. He stares down at you, brows still furrowed together with a deep frown marring his features. “I know you’re lying,” he says softly, eyes flooded with concern. “What’s the matter, Y/N? You’ve been on edge for the past few days and... I don’t know, i’m concerned.”

Swallowing thickly, you glance down at your hand briefly before meeting Scott’s gaze. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Y/N.”

Sighing, your shoulders fall. “I’m just worried, okay? About everything. That’s it.” Seeing the look of doubt in his eyes, you steel yourself, squaring your shoulders in an attempt to seem more sure of yourself and your words. “I’m fine.”

You know he doesn’t completely believe you. You know he’s doubtful. But Scott doesn’t push it, because he can see it in your eyes that you don’t want him to. Not this time at least. Instead, he simply lets go of your wrist, watching you turn away with a frown. You’ve never hidden something from him before. Sure, sometimes he’s had to persuade it out of you, but you’ve always confided in him.

Why the sudden change?

-

“So what’s the punishment for killing a Chimera?”

Rolling his eyes, Stiles scoffs; “you get to spend five hours in a car with Theo Raeken.”

Chuckling lightly, Theo shakes his head.

Then, Stiles’ pauses, realizing that no, that wasn’t his punishment and no this wasn’t a joke. It was much more than that. His punishment... it was much bigger than that. “Look,” he speaks up, frowning slightly as he glances out before himself, eyes distant. “I know what my punishment is.”

Theo turns to him, brow quirked in curiosity.

“I’m gonna lose my best friend,” Stiles finally says, voice faint. “I’m gonna lose Scott and... I’ll lose Y/N.”

-

“When’s dad coming back?”

Brows furrowing, you pause at the voice. “Scott?” You call faintly, turning your head over your shoulders, both ways. That had been Scott, but it had sound younger... like he was a kid. And for some reason, despite that sentence being incredibly odd, it felt familiar.

“It’s your fault he left!”

Gasping, you turn around sharply, just managing to catch sight of something run around the corner ahead of yourself, into another hallway. The figure was small, like a child.

“It’s always been your fault!”

“Scott? Is that you?”

Taking a step forward, hesitant and slowly, you move to make your way around the corner, setting your hand against the set of lockers. You go do so slowly, cautiously, but then you hear your name be whispered in a hushed breath and once again you spin, thinking you’ll find Scott.

You do, however, it’s not how you assumed.

Your lips part, breath getting caught in the back of your throat at the feeling of something piercing your stomach. Your wide eyes meet Scott’s before lowering down to your stomach, gaze finally settling on the sword piercing through your skin and the blood bubbling around the edges, pooling down your shirt.

“Scott...” You’re cut off by a gurgled cough, your own brother ripping the sword he’d pierced you with no more than seconds ago suddenly, causing blood to pull in your mouth.

As you feel your legs grow weak beneath you and your vision blur, the last thing you see is Scott smirking down at you.

-

Gasping, you sit up with a start, your skin clammy.

As memories of what happen resurface, you feel yourself let out a whimper of fright, your hands falling to your stomach, expecting to pull back and see blood. There’s nothing. Your hands are dry. As you glance down at yourself, the wound, the hole where you’d been stabbed by your own brother is gone. As if it had never been there.

For a moment, you’re baffled. It couldn’t have been a dream, couldn’t have been a nightmare, because you hadn’t been asleep.

Then, it clicks; the Dread Doctors.

Pushing yourself up to your feet without hesitation, you race through the halls of the schools, heading towards the boys locker-room. 

When you get there, Malia, Lydia and Scott are already there. But Liam and Hayden are gone.

-

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TIGmas Day #2 - Saturnalia

This fic is for @cortmac1989, who has asked for Valek romancing Reader at a Christmas masquerade! I’ve taken a bit of liberty with the request to stretch it out a bit longer – hope you don’t mind and that you all enjoy!

TW: Stalking; Voyeurism; Blood-drinking (due to vampirism); confession under duress (mesmerization); dark, rough sex; References to violence and murder; Gratuitously going against the lore (or lack thereof) of vampirism from the book/movie to fit my own agenda

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Saturnalia

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Valek’s POV:

He takes care to press down with every step, ensuring that a footprint is left behind in the snow. It was important to never give the humans a reason to suspect he was anything more.

Jan Valek had always embraced the winter months; the loss of hours of sunlight giving him the opportunity to surround himself with people going about their lives as usual beneath the blanket of darkness. Christmas was quickly approaching, and Valek always found himself wistfully thinking back to his human life at this time of year. His family, their traditions, all long dead… watching people all around him, bright and alive and happily thinking of their loved ones could make him feel either moved or horribly depressed.

Tonight it has him feeling empty.

He makes to leave, to return home and to his lonely, meaningless existence, when something suddenly catches his attention: an intoxicating scent on the wind that washes away all traces of his melancholia.

Curious and almost unable to help himself, he tracks the scent. He knows that the aroma belongs to a human, but he can’t remember the last time he was so tempted by the bloodlust, feeling his canines start to lengthen and sharpen as his mouth waters. He pauses in his search of the source of the appealing scent, getting himself under control – he was able to relatively blend in with the humans when his vampiric instincts lay dormant, his features only revealing their true form when he was making use of his abilities to fight or feed. There would be time for that, once he had isolated the victim…

Nicking his tongue on a still-sharpened fang, he lets his own vampiric blood flow into his mouth, helping to distract him from the scent until he is able to continue his pursuit. Eventually, he comes across a small group of people bundled up for the weather and chatting amongst themselves. One woman, the source of his temptation, stands slightly apart from the crowd, watching the others talk with a slight smile rather than participating in the conversation.

“Everyone is coming on Friday night! No excuses!” one woman’s voice drowns out the others, resulting in a cacophony of whoops and groans from the others.

“Do we have to wear a mask?” someone complains, murmurs of agreement echoing him. “Halloween was months ago!”

“Yes!” the woman insists. “It’s going to be a fancy Winter Solstice masquerade, and you’re all cooperating. We haven’t all gotten together in years, and this will be fun!”

“Your version of ‘fun’ is very different from the rest of ours, Roberta,” another person chimes in, and the woman, Roberta apparently, scowls at the group.

“We will have my family’s manor to ourselves, with full access to their liquor cabinet. Am I really asking for so much here?”

A hush falls over the group for a brief moment.

“Masquerade ball it is!”

“Great idea, Roberta!”

“Can’t wait for Friday!”

Roberta smirks, pleased that the group has been won over, but Valek finds his gaze drawn to you, the wallflower, as you roll your eyes at your friends.

“Hey, how did you get Y/N to agree to come? There’s no way alcohol would be enough to win her over!” someone asks with a laugh, and you jump as you become the new topic of conversation. Roberta throws a friendly arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“She’s staying with me while she’s here; she has to!” the woman announces smugly, and you give a bashful, reluctant smile.

“Plus, she described it to me like a Saturnalia celebration, so I’ll just hide in the corner and observe from a safe distance,” you add, your smile fading as no one recognizes the word or asks about it. Valek himself is surprised that you’ve mentioned the ancient Roman festival – it has no current cultural relevance that he’s aware of.

“Ugh! No nerd stuff, please!” someone chides you, and you scowl. “You’re supposed to be taking a break from all that, Y/N!”

“And you will not be hiding in a corner during my party!” Roberta insists. “Hopefully you and Michael will hit it off before then so that he can help you have some fun!” she winks roguishly at you, and Valek hears your heartbeat speed up as you blush.

“You’re going out with Michael?” someone asks excitedly, and the other women in the group burst into giggles.

“Roberta–” you hiss at her, yanking yourself out of her grip. “I’m not talking about this. I’ll see the rest of you on Friday!” you snarl, stomping off down the snow-covered street, clearly upset.

Valek ghosts after you, staying in the shadows. Perhaps the opportunity to feed will present itself to him – he wants to savour you, just the once, and if he wasn’t rushed at the thought of being discovered, there was less chance for an… accident.

“Y/N, wait up!” Roberta calls, jogging to catch up with you. You reluctantly stop to wait for her, tapping your foot impatiently. Valek takes the opportunity to move to the other side of the hedges that line the sidewalk you were on, allowing him to eavesdrop and watch you through the snow-covered pines without being spotted himself.

“I can’t believe you,” you grumble as she approaches, and from what he can see, the woman has the grace to look abashed.

“I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t thinking,” she says, and you two set off down the path together.

“Why are you insistent that I go out with him while I’m here?” you ask quietly after a minute or two of walking in silence, and your friend peeks over at you, concern in her eyes.

“I just… I worry that you’re alone, Y/N,” she admits. “Your parents have been gone for a few years now, you’re away from your hometown and busy with school, and I know you’re not the most social person… I just want you to be taken care of, hun.”

You let out a deep sigh, your breath coming out in a spiraling, misty cloud.

“I’m fine by myself, Bob,” you tell her, and both your mouths twist into a smile at what Valek presumes is a nickname. “I appreciate your concern, but trying to force the issue isn’t going to get me into a relationship that lasts. The right person will show up when it’s time; I don’t want to rush it.”

“I get it, I get it. I won’t do it again, I promise. Just please give Michael a chance? For me?” she asks you hopefully, and you roll your eyes.

“Fine,” you give in with a reluctant smile. “But just a quick cup of coffee – I don’t want to be stuck at a restaurant for hours if this goes south.”

Your friend nods, a wide smile on her face, and skips off ahead of you, whooping into the night.

So, he wasn’t the only one that felt alone during this time of year, Valek muses to himself as he follows the pair of you to the elegant manor house where you’ll be staying. It was unfortunate, but truly made you the ideal ‘victim,’ loathe as he was to use that word. But you had no family, you were here for a short period of time… it would be easy to make you disappear in the event that he got carried away.

He doesn’t think he will – sure, your blood was inviting, but he finds himself equally, if not more so, interested in your brain.

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One Day Later…

Reader’s POV:

You force yourself out of Roberta’s home, bundled up against the cold. You really don’t want to go on this stupid date, but you had promised, and you didn’t want to be rude to Michael.

You stifle a yawn as you make your way to the coffee shop, grateful that you’d at least be able to wake yourself up a bit with a nice, hot beverage. You hadn’t slept well the night before, and as twilight turns to dusk the darkness isn’t helping with your fatigue. Still, it’s a beautiful, clear night, the snow still thick on the ground and the treetops, so you do your best to enjoy it. Perhaps Michael would be late, and you could take some time to yourself; your journal and a bag of poetry were in your bag.

Unfortunately, you see him waiting for you outside the coffee shop as you approach, and he gives you a beaming smile that you do your best to return. No time to enjoy the night on your own, then.

Michael wraps you up in a friendly hug as he greets you, the embrace lasting slightly longer than you are comfortable with. You two weren’t complete strangers; he’d been a year above you in high school and you had seen each other at the few social events you had attended with your friends in the years since.

Once you grab your drinks you decide to make your way to the nearby park, making small talk along the way. Michael is… fine. He’s friendly, not leering overtly as he checks you out (you’re grateful again for the cold weather and the layers of clothing it affords you), and he even offered to pay for your coffee, but there’s just… nothing between you. You feel no spark, no real interest towards him, and every attempt you’ve made to tell him about your hobbies and interests he couldn’t be bothered to indulge you, always steering the conversation back to himself.

You’re disappointed, but not surprised. Like you had said to Roberta yesterday, you aren’t going to hit it off with someone by being set up with someone else. You’re old-fashioned, romantic, reserved, with a bunch of interests that people rarely wanted to hear about. Finding someone that you would connect with would be like finding a needle in a haystack, especially in this tiny town.

You sigh internally, trying to turn your attention back to Michael instead of counting down the minutes until you can go home.

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You manage to make it an hour and a half before you start laying it on thick with the exaggerated yawns, and Michael eventually takes the hint, walking you to the entrance of the park.

“I hope I’ll see you at Roberta’s party on Friday,” Michael asks with a boyish grin. “I’ll be the one in the mask!”

You let out a genuine laugh for the first time that evening. “Yes, I’ll be there – she’s insisted on it!” you reply wryly, avoiding the subject of seeing him there. You’re bad at rejecting people – you hate disappointing anyone, for any reason – and are hoping that you can just go your separate ways without having to formally announce it.

Fortunately, Michael just wishes you a good evening with another hug that you force yourself to return before he turns to head home. You frown at his back. It’s not like you need him to walk you home – or even want him to – but the gesture would have been appreciated. Letting out the sigh you’d been keeping inside all evening, you turn to head back home.

“Excuse me,” comes a smooth, deep voice behind you that makes you jump; you hadn’t heard anyone coming up behind you. Turning around, you’re taken aback by the massive man that stands just a few feet from you. He must be nearly six and a half feet tall, with long, pitch-black hair that flows to his shoulders, blending in with his dark clothing. In contrast, his skin is incredibly pale, and his eyes were a piercing blue-grey that you can’t look away from.

You take a reflexive step backwards and bite back a gasp, and the man tracks the gesture before taking a few steps back. You feel guilty immediately – he seems polite, and you hope your jumpiness didn’t offend him.

“I apologize; I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he says gently. “I merely wanted to ask if this was yours.”

He holds up a book which you immediately recognize as your poetry collection; it must have fallen out of your bag somewhere.

“Oh, yes! Thank you so much!” you exclaim with a smile, accepting the book from his gloved hand and returning it to your bag. “How did you know it was mine?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Nobody else is here. Someone was just leaving as I arrived, but he did not seem like the type to read poetry.”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing – no, Michael was definitely not the literary type. This man, on the other hand…

“He’s not – not for my lack of trying, anyway,” you say with a wistful sigh. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you introduce yourself, extending a mittened hand to him.

“John,” he returns, taking your hand in his large one to shake it. Your skin never touches his, but you feel a thrill of electricity race from your palm up your arm, making you tingle.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you breathe, finding yourself reluctant to step back from his personal space.

“And you,” he replies, not taking his eyes off of yours as if considering something. Your heart is thumping like mad, and you’re glad there’s no way he can hear it.

“So, the not-poet is a friend of yours, then?” John asks with an amused smirk.

“Who?” you ask, momentarily confused. This man’s presence is very overwhelming, and you find it hard to focus on anything else. “Oh, him! No, not really,” you say, rushing to get the words out. “We haven’t seen each other in years and were just catching up.”

“That makes a bit more sense,” he replies, and you cock your head at him inquisitively. “Someone closer to you should have the decency to walk you home, especially so late at night.”

You feel yourself flush, and hope that he attributes it to the cold.

“I don’t mind,” you say shyly, unable to look him in the eye as you speak. “It’s let me talk to you.”

Braving a look up at his face, you see him smiling down at you, his blue eyes glittering like the snow under the lights that line the sidewalk.

“May I walk you home, then?” he asks quietly, seeming nervous himself. “Provided that I would not be imposing.”

“You’re not imposing!” you say quickly, hoping that you’re not coming across as too eager. John merely grins at you before asking you to lead the way.

You slowly make your way back to Roberta’s home, trying not to shuffle your feet, but you can’t help it – you don’t want this walk to end. You and John talk about literature the way that you haven’t been able to with anyone outside of a college lecture hall, and it feels wonderful. John is knowledgeable, opinionated and thoughtful, and you’re both firing off questions one after the other. You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so comfortable with a stranger; he doesn’t even feel like a stranger!

All too soon, you make your way to the front gate to Roberta’s home, turning to John with a sigh.

“This is me,” you inform him reluctantly, trying not to let your disappointment show. “Thank you so much, for giving me my book, and walking me home.”

“It was my pleasure, Y/N,” he replies warmly, before giving you that look again that has you desperately wanting to know what he’s thinking. “Have a good evening.”

“You too, John,” you say, giving him a timid smile. “I’m really glad that I met you.”

You fight the urge to look over your shoulder to see if John is still there, forcing yourself to walk up the driveway and to the large, ornate front door. The moment you close the door behind you, you press your nose to the glass of the window to check, but you can’t see him standing there. Turning, you lean your back against the door with a sigh.

What an absolute dream…

An encounter with someone like that, even just a one-off as this was – and your heart twinges at the thought of not seeing him again – made you believe that your approach to romance was correct. Why settle for just anyone when you now had evidence that someone like that existed?

“You look like you had fun.”

You jump, a guilty smile spreading across your face as Roberta enters from another room with a smug expression.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie flatly, and the woman rolls her eyes.

“Oh please, you look positively smitten. I’ll admit, I didn’t think things would go quite this well when I set you two up!”

You open your mouth before snapping it shut again, weighing your options. Telling Roberta that your good mood was from spending time with anyone other than Michael would beget a hundred more questions that you didn’t want to answer. A large part of you wants to keep John a secret, keep tonight something that belongs only to the two of you.

You hide a smile behind a feigned yawn, moving towards the stairs and the privacy of the guest room you were staying in.

“I’m not talking about this right now. Goodnight, Bob.”

“Sweet dreams,” the woman replies, her tone thick with implications. “I plan to see this romance for myself on Friday night!”

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Friday Evening…

Valek’s POV:

He feels he’s making a mistake, but he just can’t help himself.

Entering a venue amongst a large group of people, their inhibitions lowered as they celebrate, their collective blood pumping in their veins, and your mouth-watering scent among them… For all his centuries as a vampire, Valek finds himself doubting his self-control.

He’s been taking precautions, to be sure – feeding far more than usual in the days leading up to tonight, the Winter Solstice. Tempting as you are, he finds he no longer wants to feed on you – he doesn’t think of himself as worthy.

He remembers that quote about the flower by Osho – about not picking a flower that you love, as it then ceases to be – and finds it appropriate for you. As much as he wants to take you, consume you, that would deprive the world of the beauty and life that you bring into it, should he get carried away.

Despite that, he’s going to see you tonight; he can’t bring himself to stay away.

You’ve made him feel nearly alive again, ever since your meeting a few nights ago. He’s been plagued by desires; for your blood, yes, but also for more of your conversation, your smile, your essence…

He has been tempting fate these past few evenings, needing to be close to you and content to just watch from a distance as you appear at one of the manor’s windows or walk into town with your friend. He doesn’t let himself approach the home, not wanting to torment himself, even as you sleep. Instead, he has left deep red roses on the doorstep every night for you to find in the morning. Somehow, you rightly knew that they were intended for you.

He adjusts the cuffs of his blazer, still unaccustomed to this type of modern clothing. He’s chosen a black three-piece suit and tie, his shirt a deep blue that matches his mask, his hair down, and finds himself feeling only mildly foolish. Based on the conversations he’d overheard when he had first spotted you, he assumes that this is customary.

Valek is not sure what he wants from tonight beyond getting close to you – again, this all seems like a risky endeavour – but he hopes that one night will be enough to tide him over for eternity.

It would have to be.

He makes his way to the party, the path to the manor familiar to him by now, and joins the throng of people. It doesn’t take him long to find you by scent alone, avoiding attention and standing off to the side, his wallflower. You’re wearing a floor-length, strapless blue dress and a swirling mask of blue, white and gold, your hair in an elegant twist that emphasizes your graceful neck.

Tonight will be difficult.

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Reader’s POV:

You watch the party from a respectable distance – it’s truly a sight to behold, but not really something you want to partake in yourself. You promised Roberta you would stay downstairs and in the ballroom until at least midnight, but you’re finding it difficult to keep that promise, and it’s only just past 10.

“I did not take you for someone that would attend this sort of bacchanalia, Y/N.”

The voice sends shivers down your spine, your memories and dreams over the past few days not doing it justice. Your heart immediately begins hammering away as you turn to face him, and he is utterly resplendent in blue and black – your costumes compliment each other.

“John!” you exclaim, trying to keep the overwhelming joy you’re feeling inside. “I was coerced into coming. What’s your excuse?” you ask, curious, and he smiles secretively as he holds out a glass of wine to you. He is wearing gloves, even indoors, but you don’t comment on it as you accept the beverage. Your mouth is suddenly very dry, and you take a healthy sip of the wine, feeling warm.

“I’m quite certain that the entire town was invited. I recognized the address as your own and found it difficult to believe that you would be hosting something like this; I should have known subterfuge would be involved.”

You giggle, the wine going right to your head. “This is my friend’s parents’ place; I’m staying with her while I’m in town. She demanded I stay down here until at least midnight as a lodging fee.”

“You’ll have to introduce me to her at some point tonight. I have to thank you for ensuring your attendance,” he teases in his deep, smooth voice that has your cheeks flaming beneath your mask. “You are dazzling.”

You try not to hyperventilate, pressing yourself against the wall for support.

“So do you!” you reply quickly, trying to recover. “You look…” Stunning? Gorgeous? Delicious? Like a dark prince straight from my indecent fantasies?

“…noble! Plus, we match!” you tack on hastily, trying to move right past your corniness.

John doesn’t seem to mind, giving you a dashing smile that has you nearly swooning. Instead, you quickly finish the rest of your wine, needing the courage to continue having a conversation with this unattainable entity. Your talk quickly returns to your passionate discussion of literature, and you find yourself relaxing in John’s presence, almost unaware of the party surrounding you.

Looking back up at John – you find your eyes need to take frequent breaks from gawking at him to allow you to maintain some degree of focus – you see that he is looking at you with an amused expression.

“What?”

“You’re practically dancing,” he comments, and for the first time you notice that you are indeed swaying to the music, an orchestral version of one of your favourite pop songs. “Would you like to?” he asks, and you immediately start to panic.

“No!” you cry out before it occurs to you how the rejection might be taken. “Not because you asked, I mean; I just can’t dance.”

“Nonsense,” he counters immediately, stepping closer to you and making you tilt your head nearly all the way back in order to keep looking up at his handsome face. “It’s all in the leading. May I?” he asks, extending a hand towards you. You bite your lip, setting your empty glass down on a nearby table before placing your hand into his much larger one, your fingertips tingly as they brush against the supple leather of his glove. That same feeling of electricity shoots up your arm and nearly has you letting out a moan; the alcohol clearly isn’t helping you keep your composure.

John leads you towards the edge of the dance floor, then turns and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer but not flush against him. He raises his other hand, still holding yours, then moves his gaze pointedly to your left shoulder, your arm still nervously pressed against your side. You slowly lift your hand up between your bodies, placing it on his broad shoulder, and he gives you a pleased smile. He guides you through the slow dance, his palm pressing yours in a way that somehow has you moving the right way.

“Wow, you were right!” you exclaim in surprise, hardly able to believe it. “It’s all in the leading.”

“You are also a very good partner,” John croons down at you, his eyes twinkling beneath his mask. “Very responsive…”

His words have you blushing and feeling nearly dizzy as you sway to the music under his guidance. You could happily get lost in this moment, in his blue, blue eyes forever…

But after a few songs, you’re feeling overwhelmed and need a break; it’s almost hard for you to breathe. Reluctantly, you remove your hand from his shoulder, and he respectfully releases you.

“I’m going to go get some water if I can, provided Roberta hasn’t replaced it all with vodka. Can I get you anything to drink?” you offer with a smile, wanting to do something, anything for him. John’s lips twitch in amusement, but he declines your offer, and you move through the crowd, trying not to stumble in your haste to get to the refreshment table and back to him as quickly as possible.

You gulp down the cool water greedily, still feeling so warm all over. You’re desperate to return to John – you feel a tangible ache at being apart from him, and while you’re not sure that it’s a good or healthy thing, it’s not something you’re willing to endure any longer than you have to.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

Whirling around, you’re disappointed to see not John, but Michael, his black and gold costume a bit too ostentatious for your liking. But you suppose you’re being a bit unfair; there was nothing this man could do to hold a candle to John in your eyes.

“Good evening, Michael. Enjoying the party?” you ask politely, even as your eyes scan the ballroom for John – he’s not where you left him.

“I am now. Would you like to dance?”

You hesitate before giving your answer. You really don’t want to give Michael the time of day, but you’re not comfortable with rejecting him, especially surrounded by people you both knew. And even without alcohol, him possibly seeing you with John, or any other factors, men could be unpredictable when they were jealous or rejected. You look for John somewhat desperately one last time, hoping he’ll come save you, but he is nowhere to be found.

“Okay,” you agree noncommittally, unable to feign even a shred of enthusiasm. Unlike John, Michael pulls you tightly against him as he dances with you, his hips chasing yours in a way that makes you feel dirty and uncomfortable. You try to step away after the song ends, but he tightens his grip on you, giving you a pleading expression, and you resign yourself to another dance. He isn’t even bothering to try to speak with you, content to occupy your body rather than your mind, and you’re not upset about it as it allows you to keep your thoughts on John.

You manage to talk Michael out of asking for a third dance, but he doesn’t get the hint, attaching himself to your side as you move through the ballroom, still looking for John. He was so tall, so impressive, so utterly impossible to miss, that you’ve all but accepted that he’s left the party. You hope he hadn’t seen you dancing with Michael and gotten the wrong impression…

The large clock chimes twelve times, and you’ve never been more grateful for the sound. You’ve held up your end of the bargain to Roberta, and are now free to leave the party, and without John’s presence, there’s nothing to keep you here.

You fake a yawn, trying to look at Michael with an apologetic expression that you know rings hollow.

“Oh, I didn’t realize it had gotten so late. I’m exhausted,” you say. Michael looks pleased to hear this information, and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end at his expression.

“Would you like me to walk you to your room?” he purrs, and you suppress a shudder, certain that he will misinterpret it.

“Oh, no thank you,” you say clearly. “It was wonderful to see you again, Michael. Have a good night.”

You move past him without another word, not wanting this conversation to go on any longer, and hurry to the staircase and your bedroom. You slip inside and immediately take your mask off, feeling dejected. John’s presence at the party had been such a wonderful surprise, but his disappearance has left you feeling hollow and surprisingly upset.

There’s a knock at the door and you reluctantly open it, expecting Roberta to be chastising you. Instead, John’s tall form looms in the doorway, his dark mask still concealing his face. You briefly stop breathing, your heart thudding against your ribs.

“John!” you cry, the joy evident in your voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw you leave after speaking with that man from the park, and you looked upset. Are you alright?”

“I –” you start to say, but you pause, wanting to choose your words carefully. Were you alright? Probably not, considering you were head over heels for a mystery man you barely knew.

“I thought you had left, and I didn’t want Michael bothering me anymore,” you tell him instead, keeping things vague. “Where did you go? I was kind of hoping you would come rescue me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t have been proper.”

“Regardless, it would have been appreciated.”

John opens his mouth to continue your banter but freezes, his head turning to the stairs. After a moment, you hear the footsteps that had undoubtedly caught his attention; he must have excellent hearing. Feeling brazen, especially seeing as you don’t know if or when you would see him again, you take John’s hand and tug him inside, closing the door and turning out the light. You press your ear against the door, listening to the approaching footsteps. John watches you, an amused smirk on his face, and you glare at him in the silence. Eventually, the footsteps retreat, and after a moment or two of waiting, you conclude that Michael has gone, flicking the light back on with a sigh.

“You know, you could consider telling the man you are not interested,” John suggests with amusement. You growl at him.

“I shouldn’t have to outright reject him to keep him from trying to follow me to my bedroom,” you snarl, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Plus, men aren’t always the most accepting of a rejection.”

John is visibly upset by the implications of your words, and something about his slight shift in demeanour has you feeling wary.

“Are you suggesting that someone hurt you as a result of you rejecting them?” he hisses, the sound making you shudder.

“It was a long time ago, and it wasn’t that bad,” you reply quickly, wanting him to settle down. “Loads of my friends have experienced way worse! It’s fine, John, really,” you add, trying to reassure him. His jaw is still clenched, but he takes a deep breath, clearly trying to calm down.

“Why would anyone respond with such anger?” he asks, sounding appalled. Perhaps the culture where he was from was vastly different from America.

“Most people only want to hear what they want to hear,” you say with a shrug. “No one is interested in honesty. I mean, I think I prefer the truth, but even I lie to people if the need arises – I’ve accepted that it’s necessary.”

“Do you mean you would always prefer the truth?” he asks, his eyes locking with yours with a serious expression.

“Yes.”

“In every circumstance?” he presses, clearly fishing for something. It has you feeling nervous.

“Yes, I think so,” you breathe, your eyes at his back as he walks across the room to look out your window. After what feels like an eternity, he turns back to you.

“I have not been honest with you, Y/N,” he confesses, looking deeply into your eyes with a pained expression, and you immediately feel yourself choke up. Of course this wasn’t real; there’s no way that somebody like him could truly exist.

Best get the truth out of him now, then, so that you could move on. You can already feel tears pricking your eyes, so immediately affected by his deception.

“W-What do you mean, John?” you ask in a weak, timid voice, and he takes a deep breath before responding.

“My name is not John,” he begins, and you tense up, the blood in your veins turning to ice. “I am Jan Valek, the first and oldest vampire.”

Neither of you blink or say anything for a long moment, your eyes locked. Finally, you let out a breathless, slightly hysterical laugh, the alcohol burning away your nerves.

“T-That’s a good one!” you giggle, unable to contain yourself, and John surveys you with a mildly irritated expression.

“I could prove it to you, if you’d like,” he offers.

“Oh by all means, go ahead!” you agree, beginning to laugh harder.

In a movement far too quick for you to see, he closes the distance between you, taking you in his arms and lowering his head to the side of your neck for a long moment, inhaling deeply. Your laughter dies in your throat immediately. He releases you, taking a step back before reaching up to pull away his mask. Blue veins beneath his pale skin are now prominent around his eyes, and he opens his mouth, revealing a rapidly growing set of sharp fangs.

You scream, stumbling backwards, but then he is on you once more, covering your mouth and nose with a gloved hand and lowering you to the ground gently.

“Calm down, Y/N,” he commands you, a strange light shining in his eyes, and against all rational thought you feel your body start to relax, your heartbeat returning to normal.

“That’s good,” he murmurs approvingly. “Speak quietly,” he adds, his eyes doing the glowing thing again, and you feel the scream you had been building up fade away. He removes his hand from your face, and you wrench yourself out of his grip, scampering back and away from him.

“What…” you begin, clearing your throat as your voice comes out hoarse and soft. “What did you just do?” you demand, the alcohol helping you push past your fear into anger.

“Mesmerization – it’s a sort of hypnosis,” John – Valek, apparently – explains, his voice calm.

“You hypnotized me?!” you hiss, injecting as much venom into your voice as possible since you are unable to yell at him.

“I didn’t want you to draw anyone’s attention, Y/N, I apologize,” the vampire offers, somehow sounding both sincere and unrepentant.

“Why? Are you going to kill me?” you ask him, whimpering at the thought. Strangely, the thought doesn’t upset you as much as the fact that he has been lying to you.

“No.” His reply is forceful and immediate; he looks anguished at the mere suggestion.

“Then what do you want?!” you cry out as loudly as you can, tears streaking down your face. You’re very aware of how the cut of your dress and your updo leave your neck completely exposed, and you pull your hair out of its twist to fall past your shoulders, concealing you. You know that it’s a completely pointless gesture, but you can’t help yourself, the instinct to cover yourself overwhelming.

Valek watches you with a pained, sad expression.

“It is not your blood that I desire, but your heart,” he confesses, longing and desire filling his eyes. “When I first came upon you, I did want to feed on you. Your scent is… intoxicating,” he groans slightly, his eyes rolling back into his head. Goosebumps erupt over your body as pure, primal terror courses through you.

“But as I heard you speak, as I watched you, as I spoke to you myself, you captivated me,” he continues, as though he hadn’t just admitted to wanting to drink your blood. “I have never been drawn to another as I have been drawn to you, Y/N. I have lived over seven hundred years, and in you I find a kindred spirit for the first time; you make me feel alive in ways I long thought were impossible. I have never wanted another the way that I want you, and I know that I will never find another like you as long as I live. I would happily spend the remainder of my existence by your side, and you would be the only thing in this world that I would cherish.”

There is a prolonged silence between you as you struggle to think of something, anything to say in response. Eventually, you give up.

“What am I supposed to say to that?” you ask, your voice slightly hysterical. How could you believe any of this?

“Do you desire me in the same way? As a confidante, a partner, a lover?” he asks bluntly. “Please, beloved, tell the truth,” he adds, and you feel the mesmerization at work once more. You’re upset that he’s controlling you with his strange magical abilities, but the urge to answer builds within you, creating a pressure so great that you are quickly forced to respond.

“Yes,” you moan out the truth, the intense feeling immediately dissipating as the words leave your lips. “You have been everything I have waited for, everything that I hoped a soulmate could be.”

The look he gives you is that of a man seeing the sun for the first time, awe and euphoria practically pouring out of him.

“But this is too much!” you continue, brushing aside the guilt that makes your heart clench as you watch his own break at your words. “You wanted to hurt me, to kill me! You’re not even human! And you lied to me – how am I meant to trust anything you say, to trust you with my life, when I’m… I’m so scared of you right now!” you sob hysterically, wrapping your arms around your knees. “I don’t want to feel this way for you, I don’t want to love you!”

You force yourself to look back up at him, scared at what your rejection might cause him to do. He is frozen in his crouched position on the floor across from you, eerily still, an expression of pure agony on his face. His eyes flit to yours, and then he nods, standing up in a flash of movement that causes you to let out a strangled yelp. He lifts you to your feet before you can protest, his movements gentle and controlled, and you find yourself trembling in his grip.

“Sleep, beloved,” he murmurs, and your eyelids immediately feel heavy. He guides you to your bed, helping you onto it but making no move to join you. You know that you should feel upset, angry, terrified – who knew what the extent of his strangely hypnotic powers were? – but you find yourself trusting him against your better judgement. He covers you with the blanket, looming over you, and you close your eyes – it’s too difficult to look at him right now. Still, you feel a tear escape and trail down your cheek at the mess of emotions that would be overwhelming you right now if you weren’t so tired.

“Be at peace, my treasure,” he coos softly as you drift off. “I wish for nothing more than your happiness.”

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The next few days are hard and lonely. You had steadfastly rejected Roberta’s invitation to spend Christmas and New Year’s Eve at a nearby ski lodge with your other friends, desperately needing to be alone. You’re grateful for the time to yourself – you know you wouldn’t be able to hide the turmoil of your emotions from anybody. You had initially wanted to get a flight back to school when you woke up the day after the party, wanting to be away from this place and anything that made you think of him, but a snowstorm had grounded all flights.

You’ve been too scared to leave the house, afraid of running into him despite knowing that he wouldn’t need to lie in wait for you in town if he wanted to see you. Regardless, you’re grateful for the fully stocked fridge and pantry – there was no reason you would have to leave the little bubble of safety you had encased yourself in.

You yawn once again despite it being the middle of the day, rubbing your eyes sleepily. The days since the masquerade have been devastating – you’ve floated around in a fog, confused and heartbroken and exhausted. You can’t get Valek out of your head; you dream of him, you think you see him in the shadowy corners of the manor… you recognize the symptoms of lovesickness and heartbreak from your favourite old romance novels, but you never expected that the pain could be quite so intense.

You’ve taken to jotting your thoughts and feelings down in your journal, just needing to get them out of your head – this isn’t exactly the sort of thing that you can talk to Roberta about. A shame, really; she’d been wanting for you to have a love life for years now, and now that you actually have a situation you can’t even come to her with it.

You wander around the manor, eventually ending up in the ballroom – you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to visit it since the night of the masquerade. You wrap your arms around your body comfortingly – the large, open space is incredibly drafty and cold when not filled with people. Your eyes instinctively move to the wall on the far side of the room where the two of you had stood, and you again feel overwhelmed by your emotions. You miss him terribly; not just his presence, but the way he made you feel worthwhile, hopeful for the first time in a long time.

But, as much as your heart aches with regret, you can’t stop the shiver of fear that runs through you at the thought. Valek was a vampire, immortal, lethal; he had wanted to kill you before you had even met!

You force yourself to head back to your room, the ballroom bringing up too much for you to handle just now. It’s dark again already, and you turn the bedroom light on as you enter. Your eyes flit to your journal, still laid open on your desk, bits and pieces of your handwriting jumping off the page at you.

… It isn’t only the feelings he sparks in me, but their depth; I never would have believed such intense emotion existed, let alone that it could be felt so much, and for so long…

… I haven’t had a restful sleep since that night, and it’s starting to affect even my waking life. I see him in every shadow, anticipate him around every corner; he has consumed me entirely, and I fear that it will go on forever…

You grimace down at your messy cursive, feeling pathetic. Who’s to say that he had even been genuine about his feelings for you in the first place? You could be mourning the loss of a relationship that he never even wanted.

You turn to sit on your bed, and as you do you notice that your book of poetry is open on your bedside table, a deep red rose placed along the spine as a bookmark. You freeze. You had buried that book in your luggage the morning after the party, and tossed the roses away immediately afterwards, not wanting to see anything to do with him, and you have been alone in the house for days now. Against your better judgement, you pick up the book, moving the rose to rest on the table and reading the poem on the open page.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

You find yourself tearing up as you read the poem with fresh eyes, Valek’s choice both beautiful and heart-wrenching. You’re still unsure if you can believe his feelings to be genuine, but if they are, you both share the same intense angst of an unrequited love. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself as you prepare to confront him.

“Valek?” you call out, your quiet voice still echoing through the silent old house. It was the first time you had said his real name; you haven’t allowed yourself to since learning it.

There’s a light breeze behind you and when you turn, Jan Valek is standing in the middle of your bedroom. Your heart races immediately, both in fear and longing, and you’re unable to tell whether you want to run into his arms or to run away. You survey each other in silence for a long moment, and then he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Don’t!” you growl out, your voice not betraying any of the nervousness and fear you’re currently feeling. His mouth snaps shut.

“Don’t even think about trying your mesmerizing hocus pocus on me, Jan Valek!” you snarl, and he presses his lips into a thin line; you think he may be trying to keep himself from laughing, which only fuels your anger.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You follow me around because you want to… kill me, or eat me, or whatever, you spy on me, you hyponotize me into confessing that I’m in love with you, you break in, you read my journal, you go through my things!” you pause mid-rant to catch your breath, angrily tossing the book of poetry at him, and he lets it smack him in the chest, remaining perfectly still. “How am I meant to feel about all of this, Valek?! I’m scared, I’m angry, I haven’t slept in days, I don’t even feel like a person anymore! You’ve ruined me!” you sob, unable to look him in the eye, instead staring at the ground in front of his feet.

“But I don’t need to tell you any of that; God knows you’ve been watching me suffer this whole time,” you whisper softly, your anger completely drained from you and replaced with a painful emptiness. You hear a sharp intake of breath that makes you look up at him through your tears; he looks completely devastated.

“So what do you want?” you ask, bracing yourself for the answer, be it in the form of words or his fangs piercing your flesh. “Why are you here?” you demand, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I could not bring myself to stay away,” he admits in a quiet, pained voice, looking at the ground just as you had during your own little speech. “At first I was merely being selfish, needing to see you again. Then, I saw you suffering as I have been, and I needed to know that you would pull out of it, that you would be alright. But it has been days, and you are in such pain… I do not know what I can do to make it stop, but I will do anything you ask; I cannot bear knowing of your heartache any longer.”

Your heartbreak takes on an entirely different level of hurt as you watch this giant, otherworldly man come undone at witnessing your suffering. So much of your soul longs for Valek, your love for him rivaling all other emotions, and you find yourself needing to ease his pain, so intertwined with your own. But how to do it?

“Give me a minute,” you tell him quietly when he looks like he’s becoming agitated with your lack of response, “I’m trying to think.” He nods, seeming relieved that you’re planning on answering him at all.

You force yourself to confront all of the negative feelings that this man – for he was still a man, at least in some regard – to try to figure out where they were coming from and how they could be rectified. There was just so much that was completely unknown to you: who he was, what he was, what he wanted with you… perhaps getting some answers would help clarify things for you.

“You forced me to tell you the truth,” you remind him bitterly, and his mouth twists into a grimace. He certainly seems to regret his actions. “Will you do the same for me? Answer my questions honestly, no matter what?”

He nods immediately, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile. “I will never lie to you again, dear one. Ask me anything, and I will tell you true. And if at the end you wish to be rid of me, I will never bother you again.”

Your heart twinges painfully at the mere thought of never seeing him again, but you push your feelings down for the moment, giving him a nod.

“Sit first, please,” he implores you, gesturing to your bed. “You are exhausted, beloved.” You move back, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to get too comfortable and fall asleep. Now that Valek is here, much of the pain you had been enduring had gone away, being replaced with overwhelming fatigue.

“What about you?” you ask, crossing your legs under yourself.

“I do not tire as you do; my kind has no need for sleep.”

“Well, sit for my sake then, if you would. Looking up at you will hurt my neck after awhile.”

Amused, he looks around the room at his various seating options, then neglects them all in favour of kneeling on the carpet before you, looking up at you with pure devotion.

“V-Valek,” you stammer, peering down at him. “I meant in a chair…”

“I am where I wish to be, Y/N. Now please, what answers are you wanting to hear?” he insists, gazing up at you expectantly.

You decide to start with some of the safer, less personal questions – namely, the ones about vampirism.

“So… you’re a vampire,” you begin hesitantly, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.

“I am,” he answers, smiling at you indulgently.

“Does that mean that you kill people regularly?” You hold your breath, bracing yourself for the answer.

“Not regularly,” he clarifies. “I have killed vampire Slayers who attempted to kill me and mine, mostly.”

“There are vampire slayers?” you interrupt him, incredulous.

“Yes, they are a part of the Catholic Church.”

You blink down at him, stunned as you process that piece of information. “That’s… er… alright.”

“I do not make a habit of killing humans, Y/N,” he continues, returning to your initial question. “I have, on occasion, gone too far while feeding, and lost myself to the moment, but not for many years. It is largely an issue of self-restraint, and I have had centuries to develop that.”

You mull this information over.

“So you don’t normally kill people to feed on them?”

“Rarely, and never intentionally.”

“And how often do you feed?”

“Every week or so.”

“And do your… victims know about it?”

Valek looks away from you with a contrite expression. You wait him out for a long moment, staring down at the top of his head, but he doesn’t respond.

“You promised,” you remind him, and he looks back at you, ashamed.

“They do not,” he admits, and you find yourself reflexively leaning away from him. His eyes track your movement with an unhappy expression. “Please, may I explain to you why?”

You nod; if he’s willing to give you the truth, the least you can do is listen to it.

“Once we have fed, it is common practice to coat the wound in our saliva. It seals the wound and expedites healing. By morning, they will have a faint bruise, and the area may feel tender for a day or two, but nothing more. I typically mesmerize the victim to sleep beforehand; they never realize anything has happened.”

“You mesmerized me to sleep,” you point out with a cold expression. “Did you feed on me?”

“No, beloved, I assure you. I knew from the first minutes of our conversation that I would never in good conscience feed on you,” he reveals, sincerity ringing in every word. “Without your permission, that is.”

“Why would someone give permission to be fed on?” you ask, confused. “What good does it do them?”

“Companionship between vampires and humans is not unheard of, romantic or otherwise, though I have no personal experience with that sort of thing,” Valek says, and your heart skips a beat. “Some humans offer themselves to be fed on in place of unwitting victims, believing it to be easier on their conscience for befriending one of my kind.”

He rests his head on your mattress next to your legs, looking up at you with a scorching gaze that has your knees going weak. “I have also been told that the sensation of being fed on is nothing short of ecstasy.”

Your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself by adjusting your position – namely so that you can clench your legs together, darkly seductive images coming to mind. Perhaps Valek’s vampirism was yet another reason you had been drawn to him, your sexual fantasies far less innocent than your relative inexperience would suggest.

“Regardless,” you say, trying to get back on track – or at least away from the current topic. “Just because you heal someone up afterwards and they never know about it doesn’t justify feeding on them without their knowledge.”

“I agree with you; my reasons are entirely selfish,” Valek concedes, looking regretful once more. “But think of how you responded when I showed you what I am; how you are still afraid of me now.”

You swallow, thinking back to the primal fear that flowed through you as you had seen his true form for the first time.

“I do not enjoy being a monster, Y/N,” Valek admits, his voice filled with anguish. “I do not want to cause harm to humans, to see their fear and revulsion in their eyes. Not even if I can compel them to forget it by morning.”

You pity him, seeing the toll that the centuries of suffering he has endured has taken on him. It wasn’t his choice to be a vampire, you presume, and watching others be terrified of you for doing what was necessary to stay alive must be intolerable. Perhaps there is some logic to his approach…

You pester him with further questions, each of his answers only bringing up more questions. He tells you about his abilities – you grill him particularly aggressively about mesmerization – and how many of his kind there are, which prompts questions about how someone is Turned into a vampire. The interrogation goes on for ages, and you find yourself fighting your fatigue more and more as the night stretches on.

“You said that you were the first vampire the other day - How did you become a vampire if no one was around to bite you?” you ask, immediately feeling horribly guilty as the question has him nearly cringing. “I’m sorry! You don’t have to tell me.”

He looks back up at you appreciatively, slowly lifting a gloved hand to yours, stroking the back of your hand. You snatch up one of his fingers, giving it a squeeze with a shy smile, and his gaze softens at the gesture.

“I said that I would tell you the truth, my treasure, and I will. But thank you for your grace, Y/N,” Valek coos, and you feel yourself blush. He summarizes the brutal and unjust exorcism gone wrong, and you feel a vicious rage building within you that you haven’t experienced before.

“That’s horrific,” you hiss, nearly shaking in your anger. Valek reaches up without having to look, reclaiming your hand once more.

“Do not be angry, beloved – it was very long ago, and I have made peace with it.”

“How?!” you ask incredulously. “What could possibly help you get over something like that?”

“It enabled me to meet you.”

His tone is casual, as though it should be obvious that knowing you was worth torture and a warped, twisted life of immortality, though he can’t bring himself to look into your eyes. You’re sure he can hear the way your heart is hammering under your ribs.

“Valek… you can’t mean that.”

He smoothly gets to his feet, turning to look down at you with reverence. “I do mean it, little one,” he croons. “I may have accepted this existence centuries ago, but I have never been grateful for it until I met you. My heart no longer beats, but I feel as though it could for you, Y/N. I desire you in any and every capacity you would allow me to have you, my love."

The confession is everything you dreamed of hearing one day, and so much more.

“The other vampires that you mentioned before, the ones that were involved romantically with humans… how did those relationships end?” you ask hesitantly, and Valek’s eyes light up at the implication that you aren’t completely shutting down the idea of being with him.

“Some go their separate ways, some live out their partner’s mortal life with them, and others go on forever, the vampire Turning the human,” he explains, laying out your options. “I would never Turn you unless it was something that you wanted, Y/N,” he assures you. “I will be with you until your dying breath if you permit it, be that as a mortal or a vampire.”

You’re not sure when you moved off the bed, but you find yourself slowly closing the distance between you until you’re nearly in his arms.

“You are mesmerizing me, Jan Valek,” you accuse, looking up at him with unbridled longing. “You have to be. This can’t be real.”

“I assure you that you have the same hold on me, my treasure,” Valek purrs, his presence seeming to surround you, though he makes no move to touch you, as though worried the gesture might scare you away. “You have me completely at your mercy, Y/N. I will give you anything, you need only to ask.”

“I… I want everything that you are, Valek,” you confess, feeling as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders the moment you get the words out. “I love you; I need you.”

Valek slowly reaches for you, drawing you close to him with an arm around your waist, his other hand gently brushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear before cradling the side of your face.

“Kiss me,” you beg in a whisper, and he immediately obliges, bending to capture your lips with his own. The tingling sensation that had raced through you when your hand had touched his gloved one in the past pales in comparison to the sheer electricity that courses through you as your lips meet. Your desire fully overwhelms you as you throw yourself at him, leaping into his arms to twine your arms around his neck, your bodies flush with one another as you kiss him with everything you’ve got.

Valek seems briefly taken aback by your ferocity; it takes him a moment before he lifts you right off your feet, holding you against him with ease as you devour one another. His lips are surprisingly soft and warm, and incredibly inviting – you find yourself getting dizzy. Valek lowers you back to the ground, trying to break the kiss, but you cling to him; he ends up having to forcefully pull you off of him.

“You stopped breathing, beloved,” he explains with a chuckle when you pout at him, not even aware of your body frantically trying to catch its breath. You blush, horribly embarrassed, and he scoops you up, carrying you to the bed and sitting you down on it, moving to stand back from you, intent on waiting for you to calm down.

“That’s hardly my fault,” you say huffily, staring up at him with dark, hooded eyes, and he smirks down at you in a way that has your whole body trembling with need. “Please don’t stop!”

Valek has you on your back on the bed quicker than you can blink, looming over you with his larger form but pointedly not touching you. Impatiently, you reach up to pull him down but he thwarts your attempts, gathering your wrists and pinning them over your head gently with one hand. Such a little act of dominance has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, completely ready and willing to give yourself to him in any way he wants. 

“Tell me what you need, my heart. I want to taste your desire in your words,” he purrs, lowering his body closer to yours but remaining just out of reach.

He makes you want to let go and lose control and just feel, and you tell him as much, shamelessly begging him to take you and do all the darkly romantic, sensual things you didn’t think you’d ever be able to bring yourself to ask for. The heated look he gives you assures you that he will give you them all and nearly has you delirious with lust.

He moves agonizingly slowly, his hands controlled and precise as he undresses you. Every inch of your flesh exposed to his gaze is looked upon with adoration and awe, and he doesn’t stop to give into his burning desire to touch you until he has fully divested you of your clothes, relying on every shred of patience he’s developed during the course of his existence. Having not had his centuries of experience, you eagerly try to push his heavy coat off his shoulders, your fingers moving to the buttons on his shirt as he chuckles and moves to help you take off his coat.

“Patience, my dear,” Valek croons, taking hold of your hands once more as you squirm underneath him, chilly and impatient and desperate for his touch. “I fully intend to savour every moment of this as I make you mine.”

“But I want to see you!” you whine, pouting up at him and batting your eyes. He looks down at your naked form, desperate with need for him, and the pale blue veins around his eyes start to appear as he gives into his carnal desires. He licks his lips, and you see his fangs sharpening in his mouth.

“Fuck,” you moan wantonly as his vampiric side comes out. Instead of the fear that you had felt the first time you had seen him in this form, now it only sends a thrill through you; somehow, you want him even more because of the danger he poses. Valek, however, misunderstands and immediately moves to soothe you.

“It is alright, Y/N, just the similarities between bloodlust and my lust for you that bring this side out of me. I can stop if you are frightened, but I assure you that I am still in control of myself.”

“I’m not!” you pant, unsuccessfully trying to squirm out of his grip and pounce on him. “Please, Valek, I’m not scared of you doing anything except stopping.”

He leans down to kiss you once again to silence your complaints, and you happily oblige him, letting him kiss you into submission, his dark hair falling around you like a curtain. Still with his lips on yours, Valek tears his gloves off to reveal his long, slender fingers and sharp nails, running them lightly up your sides and making you arch up off the bed with a wail, your cries swallowed by his mouth.

He releases your lips, allowing you to catch your breath while he lays kisses all over your face as though he wants to claim every inch of you. You hope he does; you’re already all his.

“Your skin tastes of sunshine,” he murmurs seductively, his lips moving lightly down your neck to one of your shoulders, then slowly making their way along your collarbone to the other. “I would bask in your warmth forever if you would let me, beloved.”

“I will, I do,” you moan, reaching between you to try to finish taking off his shirt. A loud, purring rumble emanates from within him as your fingers stroke his bare chest, giving you a fluttering sense of pride. Feeling more confident, you slide your hands up along his neck to hold his face, tilting it upwards so that his eyes meet yours. He cocks his head at you with an inquisitive expression.

“You know that I love your old-fashioned approach to romance, Valek,” you tell him seriously, “and we will have my entire lifetime – if not forever – to take things slow. But I need to be yours right now. And I don’t want you to be gentle; show me that you desire me the way I do you – don’t hold back.”

He gives you a nearly feral look, his hands curling into fists as he tries to control himself; somehow, you are able to sense the energy he’s fighting to keep inside of him instead of tearing into something.

“You wish for a taste of darkness, beloved?” he asks, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. You gawk at his broad, pale chest, trying not to drool, and lick your lips. Valek hisses at the action, adjusting himself over his pants. You sit up, your hands moving to his belt; this time, he doesn’t stop you.

“I wish for a taste of you, Valek,” you tell him in a fierce whisper, looking up at him as you remove his belt and move to the button of his pants. “If being rough with me will make you feel half as good as I know it’ll make me feel, then yes, please. Claim me, my love. Make all of me yours.”

He pins you back against the sheets with a growl, his sharp nails drawing teasing patterns across your breasts, your nipples peaking as if to demand more of the rough treatment. You arch your back, thrusting your breasts into his hands with a needy cry. Valek is utterly merciless in his torment, bringing you to the threshold between pleasure and pain and keeping you there. You are practically vibrating with need as one of his hands trails down your torso to your thighs, parting them with ease. One long finger slips between your slick folds, grazing your clit, and you shriek, bucking your hips towards him. You hear him snicker softly against your chest, his lips and tongue continuing to tease your breasts as his hands move lower.

“You are otherworldly when you are giving into sin, Y/N,” he croons, his fingers insistent as they explore your entrance, slick with your arousal. You let out a whimper that he swallows into his mouth, his fingers working at your clit and not relenting until you’re on the precipice of orgasm before he backs off, only to repeat the action, edging you over and over until you’re nearly delirious. And still, all you want is more.

“Please!” you manage to beg him, your hands guiding his face to your neck, wordlessly trying to convey what you want. You’re losing all sense of lucidity, clinging desperately to your sanity as he brings you so close to the edge. Valek turns his head to the side, his tongue reaching out to lick the outer shell of your ear and making you shiver.

“Please what, my sweet? I want to hear you say it,” he whispers, and you can tell he is enjoying prolonging your torture.

“Bite me! Feed on me!” you demand shamelessly, your eyes shut tight as you try to focus on the feeling of his mouth on your skin, seeking any indication that he will give this to you. “Make me scream for you.”

You hear him inhale deeply, his nose lightly running up and down the side of your neck, and you turn your head to the side to give him better access. His fingers have stopped their endless teasing of your swollen clit, but you are still trembling in anticipation. You feel his tongue dart out and give your sensitive flesh a sinful lick, making you gasp for breath.

Finally, you feel him bite you, the only pain being a slight sting that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you. You’re not even sure that ecstasy was an accurate enough description for this feeling coursing through your veins – the pleasure is absolutely indescribable. Your eyes roll back in your head, the parts of your body not currently pinned in place by his body thrashing out of your control as you come violently. You hear yourself distantly shrieking in rapture, moaning and whimpering his name, babbling for more as he feeds on you, his fingers relentless at your clit and drawing out your climax – or maybe he was just making you orgasm again and again without interruption.

Eventually, he ends his torment, licking your wound to seal it before lifting his head from your neck, traces of blood on his lips. He stares down at you with a satiated expression, trying to remove his hand from between your clenched thighs, still spasming and out of your control. You’re sure that your inner thighs will be bruised from how you had squeezed them against his firm hand, and the idea only adds to your bliss. He leans down to kiss you but hesitates, unsure of your willingness to taste your own blood. You’re able to gather enough strength and lucidity to force yourself to sit up and kiss him, pulling him down to lay on top of you. There is a slight metallic taste to his lips, but it is largely overshadowed by the intoxicating taste of Valek, an indescribable flavour that you’re sure you’ll never get enough of.

“Finally satisfied, my little temptress?” Valek asks teasingly against your lips, your body completely relaxed beneath him.

“Nearly,” you hum through a yawn, blindly reaching to remove his pants once more. He groans, rolling over with you and cradling you on top of his chest.

“You are exhausted, beloved,” he points out, stroking your hair affectionately. “There will be time enough for that later.” Stubbornly, you ignore him, pushing yourself up onto your knees and tugging his pants down his legs, trying and failing to dodge his hands as they snatch up your wrists.

“Valek!” you whine, pouting down at him. His lips quirk into a smile at your persistence, and you narrow your eyes at him before throwing one leg over him and straddling his narrow waist, inches away from where you really want to be. Valek stills, transfixed, and you slowly bend down until your face is right above his, feeling decidedly naughty.

“I believe we agreed that you would be rough with me, my love,” you murmur, one hand drawing teasing patterns across his bare chest. “I hope you don’t think I’m so delicate that I’ve already had enough of you tonight. I need you to defile me, inside and out.” You grind yourself against his firm abdominal muscles, and he growls. You decide to try the innocent approach next to get him to give in.

“Please?” you ask, batting your eyelashes down at him with the most innocent expression you can muster, and he lets out a wild snarl, rolling you onto your back again and tearing off the rest of his clothes hastily before positioning himself between your legs. You can’t see his cock, pressed against him as you are, but you can certainly feel it, the silky hard length rubbing against your thighs enticingly. Eagerly, you wrap your legs around his waist, trying to line him up with your entrance by feel alone.

“You will be my undoing, my treasure,” he tells you, his blue eyes locked with yours, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you until your foreheads touch.

“And you will be my forever, Valek,” you reply, kissing him passionately. He thrusts into your wet heat in one fluid movement that has your toes curling and sets about claiming you yet again; you have only so much time before the sunrise.

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[FYI: The poem Valek chose for her is “Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond” by E.E. Cummings]

Hope you all enjoyed! Day #3's fic is looking to be more depraved than this one, if all goes according to plan... 👁️👄👁️ (It's a carry-over from Dark Desires October I didn't get to; sue me!)

[terrence-silver]

which do you think is the most unusual or surprising kink for each TIG character?

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― To me, Terry McCain always seemed like he actually, deep down, liked subbing. Or rather, someone else taking charge and relieving some of his tensions and all the stresses that come with his particular line of work --- which are many. There's a lot of stresses in being a Detective --- in being in Law Enforcement --- trust and believe. Guy's immensely dedicated to his profession, his badge, his colleagues, his duties, those he puts behind bars and does he doesn't even more so; he works too hard, he kicks, he fights, he's a bit unhinged and very impassioned by nature and needs to blow off some steam lest he blows a fuse. These are just facts. Not to mention, it's hard to explain, but something about a very temperamental man like him being so full of perverted innuendos, being so cocky, hotheaded, naturally volatile and conventionally Catholic (with a tinge of guilt that might come with unconventional desires) yields itself to be the belief that he'd enjoy being reigned in and topped and letting loose through that, even if he doesn't realize it and nobody else realizes it either, because he has all the supposed markers of someone who takes charge, right? Right!? Wrong. In my humblest of opinions, it's usually the people who are full of bravado and excessive excessiveness that enjoy being put in their place once in a while and silenced; Terry McCain is one such person, I feel.

― Gus Travis has a thing for domesticity. I think he likes aprons, housewives, someone devotedly waiting on him and he likes homes in general, or rather, homeliness and its overall setting and atmosphere; could sound unusual, but when you live a criminal lifestyle, robbing, stealing, being on the run, spending time in compounds, harbors, boats, ships and on living the life of a felon, the concept of domesticity becomes rare and attractive irregardless of the fact that Gus always just dreamed of sailing out and never coming back. One doesn't cancel out the other. He enjoys fucking someone bent over a counter. Over furniture. While they make him dinner. While they draw him a bath. He wants to approach them from behind while they iron clothes or lounge at them and get handsy while they're carrying in groceries they picked up at the supermarket as he angrily demands to know where were they and what took them so long. He might just enjoy spicing up his kink for domesticity by playing the role of a jealous husband, which is everything but a role. He really is like that. But, as for the rest? He wants to be everything he's not; A man who's happily settled down in a sleepy suburbia; the big bad criminal fucking and despoiling his person on every surface ordered from some glossy catalogue like a man on dry land should.

― Just going off of sheer logic, you know what a Vampire who's been bereft of the sun undoubtedly want most? Just making love somewhere out in the open. Unfettered. In nature. Under God's sky. Maybe a summery, abandoned beach somewhere, absolutely uninhibited and unburdened, as naked and free as Adam and Eve in the garden before the fall. That feels like Jan Valek. Profoundly so. Because, lets face it, he's for sure tried everything --- he's had six centuries to try everything, not limited by stamina, exhaustion or basic human needs. Blood play and being telepathically connected with his whole coven, feeling everything they feel, copulating with them, copulating and seducing his victims too, eating them and drinking them and all sorts of unimaginables that we could reasonably subscribe to the Father of the Damned himself, but the one thing Jan couldn't have is, say, sex under the sun. Just simply basking out there, feeling someone's skin warmed by the rays from above next to his; a fantasy so prevalent, out of reach and overidealized in his mind that it turned into a dream as well as a sexual desire. Proof his soul has been regained. That he's whole. Liberated. He's wanted this all his life and couldn't have it. Maybe it's precisely why he aches for it.

― You asked for surprising and unusual kinks these characters have, but would anyone really be surprised if I said Jack Blaylock has a fixation for lust murder as a concept? Would anyone really be surprised by that? That he's an Erotophonophiliac and Autoassasinophiliac in equal measure? That he likes death? Fetishizes it, rather. Putting someone in potentially mortal danger and bringing them back from the edge before actual harm can come to them? That he finds it to be an artistic craft? Killing in a lovely way? Killing gruesomely? Killing neatly and killing chaotically? Pretending to kill and making it look and feel real? That he finds it erotic? Like an artist painting a canvas for commission? That his sexual fixations are just as fatal as his profession? That the fact he terminates targets for hire bled into what he wants in sex? That he finds the dead beautiful? Alluring? That he could very well verge into flat out Necrophilia? Thing is, he wants to wrap his hands around your windpipes and press down enough to make you lose consciousness, or dig the tip of a sword to a jugular just precisely enough to where if he moved a mere centimeter, he'd bleed you dry. Maybe have you lay down perfectly still, pretending not to be alive anymore, while he trails his hands across your arms, legs. Yeah. There's a thought.

― Being a dirty cop who likes making his profit on the side through extortion, abductions, embezzling and kidnapping, having his professional (and unprofessional) criminal career leanings possibly blend in with his kinks, I think Cash has a deep abiding relish for when his hostages actually...get a load of this...manage to escape. Or rather, to be more precise provide good sport and offer him the opportunity of a good chase. Not so much to where they actually endanger and sabotage the mission, but certainly enough to where he can intercept them, capture them, subdue them, threaten them up close and personal and retrieve them back. He doesn't mind a good fight. A good kick. Some spitting. Some blood. Doesn't mind meekness and surrender either, so long as there was some unexpected spice to the whole issue at hand. Something to quell the often repetitive catch and grab home invasion tactic that makes him his profit and the long, tense, tedious hours and days of negotiation actually needed to earn him that ransom money. And even though he's all strictness and he might tell a hostage to sit down, stay put, be quiet and obey, Cash actually wants them to misbehave and show some spunk and teeth in spite of what he says. It's exhilarating, it's lively, it pumps up the blood, and most importantly --- it's hot.

― I think Terry Silver's tried every type of sex, fetish and kinkery under the sun throughout his life, so if one thing that could be surprising or unusual in the bedroom with him is that he's actually a sucker for plain old intimacy and someone just taking care of him. Someone he can put his guard down with. Be 'weak' with, considering he's someone who places immense value into strength and supremacy as an ideal and this is precisely why this desire for someone's dedication is so oddly transgressive for him in the first place. He wants someone he can be vulnerable with behind closed doors, as much as Terry can be vulnerable in the classical sense. A kink for someone being his savior, even, considering trauma, personhood and sexuality correlate and intermingle very deeply with him, and the many times, and that one particular crucial instance he was saved during the war quite literally set up the trajectory of his whole life from there on out. As such, on some guilty, immensely hidden and pathological level Terry gets a kick for someone standing up for him to the degree it actually turns him on because he correlates it with love. He doesn't need anyone to do it. He's stronger, more capable and cunning than anyone he goes toe to toe with, but it's the act of devotion itself --- oh, the act of devotion that works as a potent aphrodisiac when Terry sees you speaking up for him, defending him, championing him that just does something to his brain that makes him want to excuse himself to go and fuck you that very instant.

[virgo-mess]

@karatekels and I were talking about how TIG characters are either Fluffy or Psycopathic with the occasional fluffy psychopathic one lol. So here's a venn diagram of where I think those characters fall with no explanation 😂

[larabiatasstuff]

Part five🖤

Valek pulled me close to his body,my back against his chest. His hands kneading my breasts while he was kissing my neck and whispering sweet words of love in my ear. He let his other hand wandering down between my legs feeling how wet I already was for him. His fingers started drawing circles over my clit making me moan in response,his movements were slow, too slow for my taste "Valek please..." "Shhhh... I know my treasure, but we have all the time in the world now. There's no need to rush anything. Just relax and enjoy it." I pressed my back against his body and felt him getting hard. I tried to be patient but the urge to feel him was unbearable." Valek... " " Yes my treasure what do you need? " " I need you. I... I need to feel you. " I felt him smiling against my skin." As you wish my treasure." he gently spread my legs and entered me from behind with one deep thrust. He was huge but the stretching felt so good. He started moving his hips in a slow pace and he hit every single spot. He held me in a tight grip pushing me further and further to my climax. "Yes Valek, just... just like that it's so good. I'm close my love." he stopped for a second turning my head to look at him. "What did you call me?" he asked looking deep into my eyes. "My love. If that's okay for you." "You don't know how much that means to me my treasure." he kissed me again, his hips now moving faster and harder while his fingers were rubbing my clit and I felt like I would faint when I reached my orgasm and he followed shortly after. We lay like this for a moment before I cuddled against his body my head resting on his chest almost expecting to hear a heartbeat. "That was wonderful Valek, almost like magic. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you." he placed a kiss on my head. "Don't mention it Y/N, this is what is important. Our love. We're finally together and I couldn't be happier. I love you Y/N, my beautiful treasure and I promise that I'll shower you with all the love and affection you deserve." "I love you too Valek. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, or maybe longer."

Part one here 🖤

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I have a Valek request (surprise 😁) We are in a hidden relationship with him cause it's not allowed for humans to be so close with vampires.Everybody thinks they're dangerous and evil. So we're seeing each other just for a few minutes a night but then one night we can't hold back anymore and we're going to see him. He's afraid that someone could have seen us at first but he yearns for our touch and it gets very physical and spicy😏With a happy ending. Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 I love you ☺️

Thank you so much for the ask bestie! I am more than happy to write this for you 😃 enjoy 💚

Contains: sexual content, female oral receiving, vampire biting

To you, the whole world felt like it had gone insane. You had grown up in a world where vampires were only in movies and were little myths and fairytales that children heard, the human race never expected them to actually exist. The truth about vampires was slightly different than what everyone thought, instead of the vampire race being started by Dracula, it actually started over 600 years ago when a group of priests experimented with one of their own. They turned him into the very first creature of the night, a vampire. He was the very first of his kind, and therefore the most powerful of the entire race. He made other vampires to join him in his world of darkness, they were known as higher vampires, they had similar abilities to the very first vampire, but nowhere near the capabilities of him. There are two diffrent ways to turn a human into a vampire, one of them is where they simply bite a human and allow the venom go through their body, changing them into a lesser vampire within a days. The other way is to drain the human of blood until they are on the brink of death, then the vampire will give them their blood, ingesting the powers of the vampire they are with. Many vampires have been made with just a simple bite, but only higher vampires are strong enough to create a vampire the other way. Many of the higher vampires have sired someone, but the very first vampire never had. Because he is the first, he will only feed on animals for blood, but he will not bite a human. He will only bite his soul mate once he finds her.

The blood chemistry changes when a higher vampire meets their life mate, a magical bond exists between them and a normal venom infused bite will not change them into a vampire. Instead it will release a diffrent venom that will enhance the mates physical desires, making them feel a heightened sence of pure pleasure. In order for a higher vampire to turn their mate into one of them, they must drain them of their blood, and feed them theirs in return. This was one of the many things you learnt about vampires as you grew up. You learned that garlic is nothing but superstition, it doesn't affect them in anyway. Holy water IS corrosive to vampires skin, and a cross is only effective if it has a figurine of jesus on it. Also, a steak to the heart will kill lesser vampires, but will only injure higher ones, it's similar to someone trying to stab a car tyre with a butter knife. Only higher vampires were able to walk in the sun, they found a cross many hundreds of years ago, and they tried to do a ritual where they could walk in the sun without any damage, but unfortunately it didn't work. However, they destroyed the cross and made a series of rings out of the gems stones and magically infused wood, and when they wore them, they were able to walk in the sunlight with no issues at all, just as long as they were wearing the ring.

Only the very first vampire and the higher ones had these rings, thus making them even more powerful. The very first vampire was described as being incredibly tall, long black wavy hair, pale eyes, long fingernails and veins around the edge of his face apon his pale complexion. His name, was Jan Valek. You were taught that all vampires were dark and cruel, and if they even so much as glanced at a human, they wouldn't think twice about ripping their throat out. They were true monsters....but what people say...aren't always true...as you learned one night. You and a friend of yours had decided to go out for a drink in the local bar, this friend wasn't always reliable, but if it got you out if the house, you didn't mind who you were with. You both walked together to the bar, it was pitch black and there were other people your age just hanging out and drinking, both inside and outside the bar. "Are you ready to get drunk!" "Well, not so much drunk" "Oh come on Y/N! We need some fun! Hey, how about we find someone to go home with tonight huh? There's loads of sexy looking guys around hear!" "You know I'm not that type of woman Gabby, but if you want to find someone sexy, who am I to tell you what you can and can't do? All I'll say is, be careful and remember your tazer in your handbag, ok?" "Alright fine....god you sound like my mum" You and Gabby have a few drinks and have a relatively nice time out, it's nearly midnight when your sat at your table and Gabby runs back over to you, she is looking very excited.

"Y/N! Y/N! Is it ok if I leave you too it? You see that guy at the bar? I'm taking him back to my place to give him the time of his life!" "I supose that's fine Gabby, just remember-" "Be safe and don't forget about the tazer, I know. I'll see you later!" And with that, she runs back up to the bar and starts making out with this random guy. You were used to this sort of thing, always being the third wheel, it was normal for you. Other guys never gave you a second glance, so why bother going to look for attention? It was just a waste of time. Gabby walked out of the bar with this man, leaving you alone while other people were with their friends having fun. You were a very sensible woman and knew how to protect yourself just incase anyone tried anything. There were rumours that vampires were seen around this area for the last few weeks, but that didn't bother you. If there really was vampires around, wouldn't there be death reports? Especially with what everyone thinks vampires are like. Anyway, you sat there on your own and finished your drink, you didn't feel like staying out much longer, especially not with anyone to talk to. So you paid for your drinks and made your way outside, where there were only a handful of random drunk men all chatting and drinking. So you wait patiently in the area where taxi's turn up, one or two always come buy every half hour or so, but it seems that someone has seen you and likes the look of you. "Hey there sweet lips, what a girl like you doing all on her own huh?" "My name isn't sweet lips, I'm waiting for a taxi home, and I'm not a girl I'm a woman. Now go away"

You step away from him, but he takes another step closer to you, clearly not taking the hint. "I said go away" "Ah come on baby, you wanna have a little fun? I can show you something impressive" "Trust me, I highly doubt you have ANYTHING impressive to show me" "Wanna bet?" When you look at him, he shows you a large beaming smile, and suddenly 2 sharp fangs form at the top of his teeth, you instantly reach into your handbag once you realise he's a vampire. "Now, why don't you come along with me and I'll show you a good time eh?" "How about you go f#ck yourself" "You asked for it b#tch!" He lunges at you, but you grab his wrist, pull him down and take out your taser from your handbag. You taze him right inbetween his shoulder blades, making his shake in pain as he screams. He falls to the ground when you back off, still with the tazer in hand. "Oooh, you like it rough do you? Well let's see how you like this!" He runs right at you to attack you, but your one step infront, you dodge him for just a moment, but that was all you needed before you kicked him right in the ribs, and he fell to the floor winded. You don't hold back, you punch and kick him again and again, not allowing him a chance to get up and do something to you. Once you can see that he is in a complete state on the floor, you tell him. "I would have called the police, but pr#cks like you deserve karma" You are walking away from him when you suddenly bump into someone without realising.

He was 6 ft 5, he had long black wavy hair and his eyes were a piercing colour, almost like pearl mixed with diamond.

"Are you alright?" "Huh? Oh yeh, I'm fine. That guy over there was being-" "I know what we was doing...I was about to intervene before I saw how you handled him...I'm impressed..." "Thanks...its no less than what he deserves. Anyone willing to attack a woman on her own needs a taste of his own medicine. And I wouldn't be suprised if he's tried hurting other women too" "He's a disgrace to his kind..." "Yeh your ri-wait, his kind? You know he's a vampire?" "I can sence one of my own kin from anywhere, he's a disgrace. If you'll excuse me for just one moment" This towering man slips past you and makes his way over to the man who tried to assult you as he was getting back up. This man must have been a vampire too, but he seemed very mature....and strong. "Get up!" "Who the hell do you think you ar-Oh! My lord! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!" "I said get up!" "Yes, yes my lord" The man scrambles to his feet and addresses him, straightening himself up to look impressive. "I was a witness to how you treated this young woman, how do you explain yourself? And don't you dare think about lying to me, because I will know if you are. Remember, I witnessed what you did" "My lord, I-I was only trying to get lucky. She's looked-" "She looked what?" "...Easy? I was just trying to-" He couldn't say anything else when this mysterious man grabbed him by his throat and held him up, pinning him against the wall, it completely stunned you. "You dare speak about this woman in that way? Woman are suposed to be protected, cherished....not be seen as inanimate objects for your own personal use!" "I'm sorry-I'm sorry!"

"Silence!.....Leave this place and never darken the sight of any woman ever again, do I make myself clear?" "Yes! Yes I'm sorry lord Valek" What did he just say? No! It cant be can it? He throws this guy to the floor and he runs away as quickly as he could, and this man turns back and walks back to you, your to stunned to say anything. "I apologise for my actions just there, but like you said yourself, he deserves a taste of his own medicine" You were still a little shocked, and he could see that etched on your face. "Please don't be afraid my dear, I do not wish to frighten you in anyway. I'm sure you have heard many tales about my kind-" "Your him aren't you?" "I'm sorry?" "Your really him....your Jan Valek" He gives you a small smile "Indeed I am....and your...your not frightened....I can sence it from you" "No...no I'm not frightened" "How? Humans fear my kind and flee the moment they see us....but you haven't run away from me? Despite knowing who I am? Haven't your kind told you many terrible tales about me?" "They have..." "But?..." "But I'd rather see things for myself before I can judge" Again, a small smile is smoothing over his lovely lips, showing his beautifully white teeth. But something caught his attention, he could hear the sound of a patrol car coming that way, as well as police cars, there were patrol cars who had people trained in killing vampires who drove them, they were a danger to Valek. "Let me walk you to your taxi" He offered as you both walk towards one that just pulled up, he opened the door for you and closed it behind you when you got your seatbelt on.

He leaned against the open window as you look back at him. "I must leave, it's not safe for me to be out hear" "So? I wont be able to speak to you again?" "Is that something you would like?" "....yes, I would"

"Then we shall....this address is where it is safe for both of us" He says handing you a card, delicately brushing his fingers against yours as he pulls away. "If you wish to see me again, I will be at this address before sunset....but before you go, I must know....what beautiful name was bestowed to you?" "Y/N" "Y/N...its like music to the ear" He gently takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. "I will hope to see you again, my dear Y/N....have a pleasant night" And with that, the taxi driver goes down the street as it takes you home, and Valek is able to flee the scene before the patrol arrives. You had many thoughts running through your mind as you make your way home. How the hell did you manage to speak to the very first vampire? Why didn't he kill you? Why was he interested in helping and talking to you? Why did he look so handsome? You shouldn't fine someone you just met so handsome, despite him being a vampire, THE vampire! Were you dreaming? Why did he kiss your hand and look at you like that? And will you really go through with it and see him again? Your family were so against vampires that if you mentioned anything about them, they wouldn't listen to single word you say, they were dead set against them...but you weren't.

You spent a few days at home, thinking about the pros and cons of seeing Valek again, and after some careful consideration, you decided to go. The next early evening, you told your family you were tired and were going to bed, they didn't care and said goodnight to you. Thats when you went upstairs to your room, slipped out of the upstairs window and made your way down the drain pipe to the ground. It was easy and you had done it many times before, so you slipped into the garage and pushed your moterbike out to the street, not wanting to make anyone in the house aware. You turn your bike on and head in the direction of the address he gave you. It took about 20 minutes to get there, and when you arrived, it was a motel. It didn't look very popular, but maybe that was a good thing. This may have been a safe place for vampires, especially considering he isn't able to be around humans in public for more than a few minutes without the fear of being hunted or killed. You parked up outside and walked towards the motel, there was only one room that looked like there was someone inside, so you walk up to the door and gave it a knock. And as soon as you did that, it swung open and standing in the doorway, was Valek. "You came, please come in Y/N" "Thank you" You walked in and there were other vampires there too, maybe 7 or 8?

They were all doing their own thing and chatting amongst themselves. "Y/N, may I offer you a drink?" "Oh yes please" He guides you over to the drinks table and he makes one for you first, then himself. It was surprisingly pleasant considering you were in a room filled with suposed monsters. They were all happy to meet you and talk to you, you spent most of the night talking to Valek but the others too, it was much calmer and nicer than any nights out you had with any human you knew, you really enjoyed yourself. You had been there nearly 3 hours already, and you started to feel quite hot, and Valek could see that. "Y/N your very red, would you like to get some fresh air" "I would love too" He walks you out of the motel room and you both lean against one of the vampires black cars outside, it was so nice to feel the cool breeze as you start to feel better. "I'm so pleased you came to see me Y/N, I wasn't sure you would come" "I honestly wasn't sure I was going to either, but I'm so glad I did. I've had the best night ever hear, laughing, drinking and feeling more at home than I do in my own house. My uhh...my family arent the easiest to live with" "Oh no, may I ask why?" "They're just so closed minded, they are so judgemental of everyone and I don't want to be anything like them. My parents are even judgemental towards me, they don't like who I am or how I like to experience new things. I honestly feel trapped there sometimes, but i have nowhere else to go" "Well you do now" "What do you mean?"

"You can be around us, everyone in that motel room really enjoyed your company and they have told me themselves that they hope you come again. I certainly hope you come back again, having you around....makes me feel more alive than I have ever felt" "You really mean that Valek?" "Every single word" This is very sweet of him to say, but you have some doubt. "What's wrong?" "Its just...Valek I....I don't know why you of all vampires would want to spend time with me" "What do you mean?" "Isn't it obvious? Valek, you are the oldest and strongest vampire in the world, the very first in existence" "What does that have do do with anything?" "I'm just some random human...I'm nothing special...so I don't understand why you would want to be around me. Humans think vampires are dangerous, so wouldn't vampires feel the same way about us? I just...." He listens to every word you say, and be can feel the worry behind them, but he is about to put all those thoughts at ease. He doesn't say a word as he steps up right infront of you, looking down at you with his piercing eyes. His knuckles gently brush against your cheek before his hand rests against your face, the tention between you both was deafening and you were desperate for his touch. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, there was this electricity you felt, and you didn't understand what it was, but with him being this close to you now, you knew what it was. Your eyes closed in anticipation of his touch, and then when you feel the soft smooth feel of his lips pressing against yours. It was very slow and delicate at first, almost like he was a little hesitant to come on to strong, but you had other plans.

Your hand gripped the back of his neck and your other hand grabs him by the collar, pulling him in closer and creating more passion between you both. He couldn't contain himself, he holds you against his body as he lifts you up and sits you on top of the car, slipping himself inbetween your legs as he stands above you, never breaking the kiss. My god this felt so good, his lips were so soft and yet full of hunger, and his tounge danced in your mouth as you grip a little harder onto him. You couldn't keep your hands off eachother, it was electrifying. A very loud noise suddenly burst through the air and startled both of you out of that moment, you hold onto eachother as you see that one of the higher vampires has got very drunk and fallen against a large rubbish bin, and that's what made the crashing sound. You look back at eachother and let out a little giggle when you realise it was nothing to be scared about. Unfortunately, before you and Valek could continue what you started, another higher vampire came out and called for Valek to come and help him, apparently one of the others had seriously hurt themselves and was in need of his help. He agreed and helped you down off the car, even though he wanted nothing more that to take you right then and there, and you wanted him too. "I uhh, I think it's time for me to go now Valek. If I'm not back soon, my family will know I snuck out" "I understand Y/N....this whole night was...." "Really nice..." "Most definitely....will you come back?" "Absolutely" He gave you a warm smile. "I'll see you soon, goodnight Valek" "Good night Y/N" He cups your face and kisses you sweetly just before you head to your moterbike, it made your cheeks warm from the blush. You give him a smile and a wave before you drive down the road and on towards home.

You managed to sneak back into your room without anyone realising you had gone, that was a very successful.....and perfect night.

You were able to do this for the next 2 weeks without being caught, and as things got worse between you and your family, it just got better and better with Valek and the vampires. You had made life long friends with a few of the higher vampires, and things just improved more and more between you and Valek. You couldn't stop making out when you had some time alone together, and each time it just got better and better. Valek had told you last night that it was only going to be him at the motel tonight, as the others had work to do, to improve his mansion. He told you about his mansion before and said once it's safe for humans, he would show you around. You were secretly quite happy that it would be just him tonight, you had so many scenarios in your head about being with him, could tonight be the night? 20 minutes before you were going to leave, you were in the kitchen having a drink when your father came in. "Why are you so happy?" "Am I not allowed to be happy?" "You never smile I'm this house" "And I wonder why that is" You say leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. "Hey! I wasn't finished talking to you" "Well I am, so leave me alone" "You and your mother have something we want to discuss with you" "What's that?" You mother sits up to look at you, and says "We're going to need more rent money off you Y/N. Instead of £500, were going to need £800" "What?! It that's my entire paycheck! How will I afford to pay my bills and my petrol for my moterbike of you have all my money?!" "That's not mine and your mothers problem, we need the money" "If you need money that bad, get yourself a f#cking job!"

"I'm not working! Why should I have to get a job?" "Because your supose to be the ones paying for this house and supporting your daughter, not the other way around! You don't make Josh get a job!" "Your brother is a good boy, he doesn't need to work" "He's a bully who makes my life a living hell! And it's the same with you both too!" "Either you give us your money or your out of this house!" "Fine! Then I'm gone!" "Good! We never loved you, you were only something we could use! I hope you get eaten by vampires when your all alone out there in the street!" "Little do you know dad, but I would actually prefer the company of vampires to you and this hell hole of a house any day! I'm getting my things!" You stormed up the stairs and packed all your stuff up, your clothes, essentials, paperwork and anything what belonged to you. You didn't have much anyway so packing wasn't a problem, what was the problem was where you were going to live, what were you going to do. You storm back downstairs, through the door and start putting everything into your moterbike. Everyone came out and your dad said. "This can all be avoidable Y/N, just give us all the money you have when you get paid and you can stay hear. As long as you cook and clean every inch of this house too!" "How about you go f#ck yourselves! And by the way, not only will you never have anymore of my money, but I've been saving cash in my room from all of you for years! I've got a good couple of thousand in this bike" "You what?! Give it to us!" "No! You never helped me or made me feel like I was part of the family, I hope I never see you #ssholes ever again!" And right after you put on your helmet, you were driving as quick as a flash away from your family forever. You were finaly free of those cruel bast#rds.....but what were you going to do now? You had no home, and all the anger had flooded away, and now sadness had set in.

You were in floods of tears the whole time you drove to the motel, and all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs and let it all out. Which you actually end up doing, it was extremely releaving and the sadness was screamed out along with the anger, at the end of it, you just felt tired of screaming, but my god it was good to get it all off your chest. If you hadn't have done that, you knew you would have been a wreck infront of Valek, and that's the last thing you want to be infront of him. You arrive outside the motel just after sunset and Valek is stood there waiting for you, you take off your helmet, and he instinctively know somethings not right, he can see your cheeks stained with tears. He uses his super speed to stand right beside you once your off the bike. "Y/N! My goodness what has happened? Has someone hurt you?! I swear if anyone even so much as laid a finger on you-"

"Valek please just take a breath, noone had hurt me, I'm ok" "Then what on earth has brought so much sadness and anger to you? I can sence it on you, it feels like it was stronger before you got hear" "Its my... it's my family Valek......they've kicked me out" "They what?! They've made you homeless? How could they do that to you?" "Valek listen, can we talk about this inside please? I'm cold out hear" "Yes of course, come with me" He put his arm over your shoulder as he lead you into the motel room, it was instantly much warmer in there, and it helped you feel more at ease. You both sat at the end if the bed, his arm still around your shoulder in a comforting way.

"What happened Y/N? Why did they kick you out?" "They demanded I give them all of my money. I was the only one who had a job in that house and i did everything to support them, when they don't lift a single finger. They demanded I give them my entire paycheck and cook and clean the house every day. There was no way I was going to do any of that, and they said I either had to give them my money, or leave" "Oh my poor Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened" "You want to know something Valek? I'm actually releaved" "Releaved?" "Yes!" You say standing up, feeling a sudden burst of energy. "I was really upset and angry at them when it happened, but on the way hear, I did something that really helped. I never voiced my worries or problems, I try to hid it away. So I screamed at the top of my lungs as much as I could when I was driving. And I feel like a enormous weight has been pulled off my chest! I'm free! I'm free of them and I don't have to live in a god awful house with those #ssholes anymore! I have some money saved up so I can look for a place of my own, and I-" "Woh woh just stop there for just a moment. Y/N, I am so glad you feel happy about this, if I'd have known you were struggling that much in your house I would have intervened before. But listen to me when I say this, you do not have to spend your hard earned money on another home, because you already have one" "What do you mean?" "With me....come and live with me Y/N..." Now he stands up with you, being much closer to you. "My mansion has hundreds of bedrooms and places inside for fun. There's a games room, dining room, a ball room plus so much more, there's everything there you could ever want. My mansion can be your new home if you would like it, everyone else would love to have you there...and I would want nothing more than to have you stay. I could see you without having to worry about your safety, I could protect you from anything and anyone who tries to hurt or upset you...."

His hand held yours as he looked deep into your eyes. "I....I need to be around you Y/N....be with you....I adore you....what do you say? Will you stay with me? I could give you a home" "You reach up and hold his face in your hand. "Your mansion isn't my new home Valek....you are..." You knew that you loved him, and you knew you wanted nothing more than to share your life with him too. His smile was so beautiful as you tell him that, and he simply can't contain his excitement, he kisses you with an explosive passion. He instantly lifts you into his arms as he holds you against his chest, you hold on desperately to his shoulders and neck as the kiss gets more and more desperate, there was so much tention between you both, finaly you could do something about it. He throws you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, that was an incredible turn on, and it just made you wetter as he climbed on top of you and captured your lips in a fiary kiss again. You have had sex before, but this was truly something else! He tears your shirt away to reveal your bear breasts and his mouth is instinctively around your nipple, circling it in perfect motion as his hand is cupping and playing with your other breast. His hands and mouth were working magic on your body. I knew I wanted to f#ck him, but I didn't think I knew what that meant until right now. with his mouth feeling so good against my bare skin and my back arching off the bed as my hands tangle themselves into his thick black hair, my body was craving his touch "Oh f#ck" I moan, my eyes barely able to stay open, shivers of pleasure going through my body like electric shocks. He just smirked as he left and trail of hot, mark leaving kisses down towards your lower stomach. He rips your trousers off within a second, and he can see how wet you already are. "Oh f#ck Y/N, I've wanted to taste you for so long...but in more ways than one..." He makes sure your looking at him when he bares his vampire teeth, he licks the area of your inner thigh, asking for permission through his eyes. You were more than exited for him to bite you, you nod at him through your shaking desire, and once he sees that, he closes in on the inside warm skin of your thigh, biting into the soft and silky smooth skin. "HUH! Oh f#ck!" As soon as he bit into your leg, there were waves of intense desire and pleasure pulsing through your whole body, straight from that bite. And the more he sucked, the stronger it felt, it was as if any orgasm you had felt before was just a little muscle spasm compared to this incredible feeling. You couldn't contain the pure extacy that burst out of your lungs as he brought you to the most absolute purest of pleasurable feelings, you had never felt anything like it! Even after he stops biting you and licks the area where he bit you, it heals very quickly but the feeling us still resonating in your thigh and body. His hand glided up your body and eigjt up towards your neck and face, he glides a finger over your mpitj as he whispers "Isn't it beautiful? Something you'll never forget? I know I wont..."

A breathy moan escapes your lips as his hand glided back down your body, his delicious smile making you feel more and more turned on, but now it was time for the best part. His buried his head inbetween your legs and completely devoured you without holding anything back, he was like a man starved. It instantly made you shake and whimper in pleasure, somehow, the bite had done something to your body. It appears the venom released into your blood stream, has increased the nerve endings in your entire body, making even the smallest of touches feel orgasmic. He doesn't stop licking and sucking at your tender clit, inserting two fingers inside of you and bringing you to orgasm within mere moments of him touching you down there. You feel multiple orgasms flow through you again and again, your shouting out in utter pleasure from all this excitement flowing through you. You get to a point where it's so strong, you feel like your about to pass out, but he senses this and stops after making you feel your 4th orgasm just with his tounge. You lie on the bed, exhausted from all the pleasure, but he wasn't finished yet. He was just giving you a break before the main event, snd he did that by slowly undressing infront of you, releasing his rock hard throbbing cock, it bounced against his stomach as it was pulled out of his black boxer shorts. You were able to get your breath back before he was on top of you again, you could feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, and his bare muscular chest pressed against your breasts.

"You sound so beautiful when you cum...do you want more?...." "Yes Valek" "Tell me you want more....beg for me..." "I need you Valek! Please f#ck me! Make me yours!" And just like that, he pulls you up and sits you on his lap in the lotus position, grabbing your hips and sliding himself inside of you with one fast thrust. Your breath catches in your throat, my god he felt so good inside you, he stretched you and you could feel his full length and he bucked your hips back and forth. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers leaving scratches all over his back as you hold him against you, f#cking you mercilessly and making you see stars. Again and again he makes you cum so strong that you feel like you going to pass out in his arms. You can feel hes getting close now too, he looks deep into your eyes, still thrusting into you. "Just one more my beautiful treasure, just cum for me one more time..." Tears are streaming down your face, but despite the sheer over stimulation your feeling, you are able to nod in agreement for him, and he kisses you neck as he starts thrusting harder, and harder.

"Oh god Valek! I can't! Oh f#ck I'm gunna-" All of a sudden, he slams you down onto you back against the bed and full on pounds into you with all his might, bringing you to the most powerful, full body shaking, lung squeezing screaming release you had ever experienced in your entire existence! You were so loud you thought the next county could hear you! He hit his release too, just as strong as yours, and he was loving every single moment of your body experiencing everything he was doing to it. Once he finaly stoped moving his hips, you rest your head against his shoulder for a moment, feeling absolutely exhausted and drained from the whole experience, but it was the best s#x of your entire life. "I have lived for 600 years, and tonight was the best night I have ever had" "It was incredible Valek....I feel so....I cant keep my eyes...open..." "Shhh my beautiful treasure, you need to relax and sleep after our time together. Hear, let you help you get comfortable" He lies down beside you and pulls you into his arms, you have little to no strength at all, your barely able to hold onto him. He lies your head on his chest, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair. "That was the best night of my life Valek... you were so...it was..." "Shhh my treasure, you need to sleep now. That's it, just close your eyes...I'll be right hear...."

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Choose Wisely

Part 5/15

Supernatural!MultiCharacter x Reader

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a priest was never easy. Especially when demons follow you every which way. You ran away at 18 and stumbled upon the Winchesters, you learned all about the things that went bump in the night. But your life changed when you met death, and you learned all of the reasons to why supernatural things have always happened to you in particular. But when you are met with the task for choosing who will win the apocalypse, will you choose wisely?

Catch Up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You had seen him before, you thought to yourself as the raven-haired man approached from the corner of the room. Time had passed, you and the boys were zapped back to stop Anna from killing Mary Winchester before she gave birth to Sam, and now you were here. “Am I dreaming?” you asked. The minute the three of you came back to the present, you fell asleep, exhausted. You knew it was the body of the young John Winchester, but something was... different. He smirked at you and stepped closer. “I hear you’ve been asking for me” he whispered and your eyes widened in realization. 

“Michael” you whispered and his smirk widened “I do apologize for keeping you waiting, Heavens been.... well Hell” he joked but you just looked at him as he didn't seem like the type to joke. “I have been watching over you y/n” he assured “I can read your thoughts” he answered again. “Stop answering my thoughts” you whispered and he just approached you. “So how many guardians do you know of now?” he asked as he brushed back a piece of your hair, his finger caressed your cheek and it sent chills down your body. “Um,” you muttered before clearing your throat and composing yourself. “I've met five” you whispered as he cupped your chin with his fingers nodding at your answer. “Two left then” he stated and you nodded firmly, trying to remain strong but the way he was looking at you made you want to collapse.

“My God.. you are gorgeous” he whispered ‘Y/N’ you heard someone call out to you in the real world. You gripped onto his shirt and sighed “I have to go” you whispered and he just smiled and backed up. “Will I see you again?” you asked quickly, he winked at you “I’ll always be with you, just call me when you need me darling" he whispered. Your eyes opened to find Dean hovering over you. "Goodmorning... let's get breakfast" he stated. 

The walk over to the Diner was quiet. Your mind was still reeling over Michael in your dream, he chose a good body, you thought. “Whatcha thinking about,” Dean asked, “Your dad was hot when he was young” you blurted out. Your face got red as you realized you said it out loud as Dean choked on his coffee and Sam looked at you weird. “What” you whispered looking at them “I mean its true?!” you argued and Dean shook his head violently at you. “But that doesn't mean you say it” he whispered and you rolled your eyes, “Your just jealous because your dad was hotter than you at that age” you pressed and Dean scoffed “As if” he murmured and Sam shook his head. “Can we focus you two” he pressed and you finally stopped arguing. Leaning over the table you saw a new case that Sam found. “Seems interesting” you whispered as you grabbed your coat “Come on let's go.”

“Cupid” you stated as you looked at the very naked man in front of you, “This is cupid?.” Cupid nodded happily and you shook your head in amazement, that was until Dean made Cupid cry. Cupid walked towards you with his arms wide, crying like a baby, “Nope nope nope” you started as you ducked out of his reach, instead he hugged Cas who looked very uncomfortable. He then went for you again and you backed into a wall, “Okay seriously I don't want a hug” you whispered trying to push him back but he fought you and brought you in. “Oh come-” but you were zapped out. “On” you whispered, realizing he was no longer hugging you and you were no longer with Sam and Dean. You then realized that you were back in the motel, “huh” you whispered under your breath as you looked around confused. 

“Thought you might want out of that hell hole” you whirled around seeing Luc behind you, leaning against the wall. “I seemed to have walked into another,” you said quietly and he just smirked at you, before pushing off of the wall. Walking closer, you backed up. He realized you were still scared and stopped moving “Oh come on. I’m not even that bad” he whined and you laughed coldly “Yeah, that's not what I’ve heard” you snarled back. He crossed his arms and cocked his head at you, thinking of a way to make you understand you were safe with him. That's when you noticed. Looking around the room, you noticed one thing missing. “Valek” He started, making your head snap back to his in fear. As if the name would bring her back. He sat down on the bed and looked up at you as you anxiously looked around you, “Why isn't... Why isn't she around?” you gulped before looking around once more. He blinked at you, this was news to him. “Is she always around?” he asked and you looked back at him, the fear in your eyes confirmed his answer and he stood up making you jump. He searched around the room for her, no Valek anywhere. You eyed the bathroom, it was dark and the door was open. “She’s not here love” He stated while looking at you. You were still a skeptic of that but moved forward as he motioned for you to come to him, he grabbed your hand and walked you over. As you stood behind him, he flicked the light on in the bathroom. You looked around and sighed out in relief. Looking in the mirror, you expected her to be behind you. Snarling down your neck. But all you saw was him looking back at you. “She’s really got you shaken” He stated while turning around to face you. Letting go of his hand you sighed out loud. Grabbing your shoulders, he softly rubbed his thumbs along them as he examined your face. You were stressed and tired, but somehow, knowing that him being near made Valek go away made him happy. “This, this is the first time in which she isn't in a corner” you whispered in shock looking back up at him. He smiled, knowing that Valek was afraid of him, more than anyone else. “She’s afraid of me” Luc stated and you nodded, realizing that the minute he left, she would be back in that corner, taunting and waiting. The words bubbled up in your throat faster than you could stop them, and when they came out, it was too late. “Can you stay with me”

tags: @hell-itwasyou