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If it’s family, you protect. Doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not.

Aveline

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First Timers [Vic]

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She felt the tension building up in her body like a wave that was about to come ashore fiercely, inevitably. The girl moved back against Vic’s mouth, craving the pleasure he granted her with soft whimpers slipping her pink lips ; sounds she didn’t hear coming from herself before as she was on the edge. “Oh god, yes, Baby!”, Donia moaned, gripping tightly on Vic’s roots, feeling how her walls started to quiver in a bitter-sweet climax washing over her mind, her body, and left her heavily breathing on the bedsheets. Her head fell back on the pillow and she felt the aftermath warming her body as she layed there and dared to open her eyes to cast a look down at the boy between her legs. Her hands loosened her grip on his hair and instead gently carded through his light strands, humming softly as she did so. “That was good”, she muttered.  

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huntresscaraquinn

Was it always like this?

That was all Cara kept thinking as she watched the change overtake Oliver. Or, at least, that was what she assumed was happening, why he couldn’t respond to her. In the state he was in, she imagined there was nothing he could do except let it happen.

But even just watching it was agony. Bones cracked, and his beautiful coat split and then peeled away. His teeth fell to the floor in a puddle of red and his spine rippled as the change continued. …How did he survive this? How did he do this every time? And how could any other being – wolf or not – stand there and watch it and not feel utterly horrible about the pain being endured?

Finally, Oliver – the human Oliver - lay face down on the floor, fighting to steady his breath. She picked up a blanket, ready to drape it over him before suddenly stopping. After all that… Maybe he still hurt. Maybe anything touching him would make it worse. So she set it beside him, silently waiting for him to tell her what she could do. How she could help.

Oliver sensed how Cara moved but remained still on the ground, attempting to swallow down the rest of blood in his mouth but the taste was repulsive, so he instinctively spat out and wiped his mouth when he slowly picked himself up. His movements were wary as if he wasn’t sure how fragile this new set of bones were with his chest heaving shakily with each breath he took. He was disoriented and every inch hurt what was a broad hint that he needed to focus on changing appropriately in the near future and to not delay it again for that long.

He looked up at Cara and a trembling hand reached out for the blanket bshe held to tug it over his body; his mind was mostly blurry at the moment but he remembered that she tended to get flustered over any inch of exposed skin and besides, he was cold for the first time since the left.

With a bit of an effort he sat up to lean against the couch with the blanket halfly wrapped around him. He was still struggling to breath calmly with some interruptions of coughs and soft choking noises, but eventually even that seemed to ease. His fingers picked up one of the teeth on the bloodstained floor next to him and he eyed it, then chucking it aside with a lame move. Maybe he should say something but his throat hurt and he also didn’t know what he was supposed to say at all. So, he just sat there in silence without looking at the hunter and focused on the relief spreading in this sore, human body.   

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ademonssoul

Arthur could have hired separate rooms for them but he wanted to keep his eyes on her too. He didn’t know much about her except that someone from his gang had recommended her and he had agreed to take the meeting, and taken her in as part of his crew soon after. It had happened so fast that Arthur hadn’t even done a background check on her. However, the person who had recommended her was a valuable part of Arthur’s crew and he trusted him more than any other, so he took his word for it. He thought it was suspicious that there was no one that could be missing her, but she could also just have a very private life like many criminals. He did trust her and believe what she said, but he was not taking any chances.

“Unless they find out where we are and come in with guns and kill us.” Arthur said but for the first time today he didn’t sound all too serious. Arthur walked around the suite, opened the curtain to watch the rain trickle down against the window. He let out a sigh. He wasn’t all too happy about this but that was the life of a criminal, you had to be flexible and quick to react. At her comment he turned back to her, showing her a grin. “No, we don’t have to play cards.” He said. “Me neither. I only like poker, but only when I can make a little bit of money.” He joked, taking off his jacket and hanging it around the back of a chair. “How’s your nose?”

A scoff fell from Tiio’s lips at Arthur’s almost joking response (though she was well-aware that this was indeed a real possibility). Her eyes followed the man through the room and how he looked out of the window, the smile he offered her when he turned back managing to make her feel taken aback a little but of course she didn’t show it. She already encountered Arthur a few times before she got her first mission today, always in the presence of the person who she asked to suggest her as a possible employee to her new boss but she never saw him grinning.

A quiet, faint snicker in response to his statement was heard but as soon as he brought her attention back on the fact that she got punched in the face, she stopped it. “Hurts like a bitch”, she told him and rolled her shoulders in a slow shrug. “But I’ve survived worse.” For another time her eyes wandered through the room, then again over Arthur. “I know I’m new to the business but I always thought guys like you have some sort of bodyguards. I mean, I get that it’d me stupid to put them in front of the door because it’s too suspicious but still - “ Arthur seemed more like the type of a man who prefered to take care of himself than trusting anyone else with it.

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sky-deparadis

Rayvenna walked over to him, deciding to let go of her suspicions for now at least. If he wished to hurt her he would’ve done so already. She too the field glass from him, aiming just as he said and spotting the young boy. As he had begun to explain who she was currently looking at, Ray couldn’t help but be reminded of her first time in the hospital, she seemed just as miserable as that boy and remembered how eager she had wanted to go home, back to the silence and excessive decadence that came with her father’s life, as well as the bloodshed.

“O’Donoghue does ring a bell. We stopped dealing with them after a few too many shady deals. Did they put him in the hospital?” Ray wondered what connection Abel would have to Brady and why he’d ask her of all people to do something involving such a delicate situation. The hitwoman immediately began thinking he wanted vengeance for the boy or to undermine the O’Donoghue’s business as a means of payback.

“No...” Abel paused before he’d add an explanation of why they were here, finding himself again feeling that too familiar twinge of guilt that was a part of his life for a long time already. He shook his head lightly, sorting his thoughts to get his head back into the actual matter. “I did”, he said, defying her assumption. It was an ugly truth he locked away in the very back of his head but it wouldn’t cause it any less to sting; it was always evident, 24/7 and any ease was only on short-time. A small breather that wasn’t even worth the talking. He shifted next to her, his shoulders visibly tensing for a moment as he added: “I was a lot younger, liked to pull immature shit to piss others off and stuff, the usual. I ran him and his nanny over when I was out with a friend. Didn’t pay any attention, it wasn’t on purpose but you can imagine what happens if you fuck with people of our kind.”

Frankly, it almost got him killed and Abel’s head was only left on his shoulders under certain conditions and thanks to Henry St. John’s negotiating skills and convincing to bail his son out. “The O’Donoghues are bribing the doctors to keep their son like that because he’s already so long in a coma because of me. I told you I’ve got red in my ledger and need to wipe it out - now, they’re leaving the citiy for a week and their enemies will surely take on the opportunity to get to their son. If anything happens to him I’m dead.” He was already doing the dirty work for them to repay his debts but this was the more crucial part of his whole predicament. Eventually, he turned his head to look at Rayvenna. “I am asking you to look out for him that week. If anyone gets near him I want you to wipe them out. Just until they’re back.”

[pagewoman]

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

John Muir (via pagewoman)

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First Timers [Vic]

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Donia’s head fell back on the pillow. She started to feel a little dizzy and arched her hips towards Vic, her breath hitching with soft whimpers escaping her lips as his tongue worked on her. Her fingers found his hair to hold him in place with a harsh tugging now and then when he found a spot that got her all tingly and resulted in an unfamiliar feeling building up; it was something big and overwhelming she wasn’t sure to be ready to feel. She wanted to pull away from is mouth but at the same time there was no better place she wanted to be this very moment - squirming under Vic’s tongue with her legs crossed behind his head.

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ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ | Adam

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simplyamplex

“Yes, yes it is.” Her face scrunched up in happiness before a smile burst forth.  She simply couldn’t contain it and why should she?   They were getting married and it finally felt as if everything was getting back on the right track.  What could her mother do now that the two of them had finally agreed to take the next step?  This marriage would do nothing for her brother’s hopeful career in politics and in the family business, but Lilith would do everything she could to make up for it.  Her free time would go to planning events for Theo to network in and going to events to build and foster relationships that he could use.  She would work harder to make up for the fact that Adam was no lordling that could be used to make those relationships easier.  Her mother would see reason.  After all, she had never forcibly made her break up with him.  She had only ever tried to maneuver the situation in which she could cast a bad light on him because her over protective motherly instincts had told her that this simple boy was no good for her.  Well she couldn’t think of anyone else that could make her feel this happy.  He pulled away from her and her hand immediately went back to grab for his arm, only to find that it met the open air as he had already turned around.  Her expression dropped and she found herself crossing the room with a quick leap over the box.  “I just…” Lilith jumped forward and wrapped her small arms around his waist, pressing her face against his back.  “I need a second.  Don’t leave yet.” She took a deep breath and took in that scent that was uniquely Adam.  It was something that she had immediately it’s absence after he had gone away. There was comfort in that smell.  It was home.  She stood there for a few seconds, unmoving.  Only when she felt the ridiculousness of what she had done settle in did she finally let go.  “Okay, now you can take a shower.”

Adam’s head turned slightly back at Lilith when she spoke up and the next moment he felt her petire, warm body pressing up against his from behind, fragile arms lacing around his torso in an embrace that told him a story of absence, of the lack of having someone to hold and being held by, of making plans in a small apartment that didn’t fit in the big world where Lilith came from. Adam stood still, his head slowly sinking back and his eyes focused on the ceiling before they fell shut for a moment. It was quiet, his own breath the only thing he really took ote of besides Lilith’s chest that moved with his in the same, steady rhythym. Her heart bumping lightly in her ribcage against the layer of his skin and shirt. It was a peaeful moment. Something they didn’t have since he came back and he was aware that it was mostly to blame on him. So, when she eventually let go off him and he opened his eyes again it was like someone snatched away his chair when he was about to take a seat. This was Lilith. They were about to get married. This was their life and only theirs and no one, not even her mother could take that away from them - simply because it was what they both wanted. Instead of heading straight for the bathroom he turned again and lifted his hand to stroke over Lilith’s cheek - a strangely tender gesture though his face remained the bland, somehow serious mask he seemed to wear all the time since he came home. And then, there was a small spark lighting his features up when their eyes met. “I love you”, he told her and it sounded like a re-assurance. Like a statement that was needed to be said in this matter in case she or him ever doubted it. “I really do. We’re gonna figure out how to make this work, right? We can do this.”

[requiem-on-water]

by Toniese (craftofthewind)

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lungsandlips

“You want me to act?” Immediately Ari tensed up. Yes, he wanted to be an actor. That’s what he had wanted for some time now. Hell, it was the reason he got into the work he had been doing before. But things hadn’t been going his way with that part of his career. Porn acting was so different to television and movie acting. It was cheesy and didn’t need anyone to believe it. It wasn’t the part of the show everyone was there to watch. Honestly, Ari had begun to feel like he wasn’t very good at it. Disappointing Luce now, or even worse messing up and getting sent out of the shop with a load of junk that wouldn’t help them, would absolutely crush him. But how did he say no? Taking in a shaky breath he just nodded his head and flashed Luce the best smile he could muster.

The shop itself seemed surprisingly normal. Save, of course, the types of things that they were selling. A little darker, not as clean and definitely no florescent lights but it reminded Ari of the little trinket stores you sometimes found in strip malls. Or maybe even the old antique stores that were more like thrift shops from deep within the most interesting closet in the world. Separating briefly from Luce he walked around the interior, trying not to overthink this acting thing and at the same time trying to look like he knew what he was doing and what he was looking for. Eventually, after looking disinterested at a few objects he carefully picked up and set back down he made his way around to the shop keeper, leaning his elbows on the counter in front of him as he eyed the guy up and down a few times. Hopefully Luce appreciated this.

“I got a whole ton of stuff I need to pick up. Think you can help?”

“Precisely. Just don’t exaggerate.” Luce patted Ari’s shoulder with encouragement as he pushed the shop door open with his free hand and let go off the other to roam around by himself. It wasn’t horribly difficult to fool a shop owner but sadly, even for common witches it was easy to get fooled by them in return. The only thing to avoid it was to appear confident, competent and sometimes a little menacing to keep them from doing so. Ari would be able to handle it, he was certain about that. His eyes followed his boyfriend for a small while through the shelves, then Lucifero disappeared in the back of the shop.

The shop owner looked up from a lecture that looked like a catalogue of curiosities and met Ari’s gaze with a curious yet slightly bothered look in his eyes, but eventually he nodded. The glass and an empty package of aspirin was indicating that it wasn’t his best day, so maybe Ari would be able to forgive him the lack of motivation after been out to a boozing night. “Sure. How can I help you?” He examined Ari, seemingly taking note of not having seen his face around here. “Are you new in town or just passing through? Usually I know my customers unless they are... tourists.” A small smile was offered and showed a row of slightly crooked teeth although the man barely reached his 40ies.

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That moment when you find the perfect theme but it doesn’t work out bc of an error in the code you can’t find, even after hours passed, and the theme maker’s on a hiatus since a whole year T_T

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Abel flashed a look over his shoulder when Rayvenna arrived on the rooftop, simply waving her at his side. “As I said, I need you to do me a favor. I’ll show you.” He picked up a field glass that stood on the floor and assumingly was placed there by him or someone else, there wasn’t another explanation why else it would be there, and risked a look. “The third window on the right-handside”, he explained after he checked on the situation himself and then handed Rayvenna the field glass. It didn’t get easier the more often he came here to see the young boy in his hospital bed, attached to a row of machines that were filling the room with an uncomfortable noise.

He himself only entered that specific room once in his life and wasn’t eager to repeat that experience. His mouth got a little dry while he waited for Rayvenna to get an idea of the situation and covered it up with the same nonchalant demeanor as always. “His name’s Brady”, he explained, going back to fold his arms across his chest as his eyes were still fixed on the window as if he was able to still see the person he was talking about. With a bit more emphasis he added the surname, too after a moment. “O’Donoghue. Does that ring a bell?” The  O’Donoghues weren’t the biggest fish in the ocean of delinquents but made themselves pretty known by gunrunning and Abel admitted that they were very good at handling the authorities and possible troubles coming their way.

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simplyamplex

There were women whose allure was their fire.  It translated to that same fire burning his bed sheets and it kept things interesting when it was turned against him across a business desk.  For women like the one in front of him, her appeal was not in that fire but in the softness that he felt sooth his old soul.  This was someone who didn’t make a game of guessing if she wanted him or not.  Gerard knew that she did wanted him and it in turn made him want her.  He would give her everything her little heart desired whether it be the most beautiful dress she had ever worn in her life or a man who would thoroughly enjoy pleasing her body over and over again before even thinking about himself.

He took a step towards her, intending on pulling her into his arms when her words stopped him.  It made him think.  “I…” he paused for a second, her words bringing something from the depths of his memory forward.  It was hazy and it took him a second longer than he would have liked to admit to recall the though. His entire’s life work revolved around being able to remember large amounts of information and be able to understand the interweaving of everything.  Not everyone could understand the intricacies of managing a business as diverse as his.   His memory was everything and by the way he looked around unsure, it was clear he wasn’t as comfortable as he was a second ago when he had been teasing Donia.  He looked up at her.  “I brought a bottle of wine with me.”  Gerard gave a small smile to try and keep from worrying her too much, but he couldn’t keep back the uncomfortable tone of a man unused to questioning his own words.  “I don’t remember what happened to it.”

A soft frown settled on Donia’s face when she observed how Gerard’s eyes wandered around. He made the impression that he lost something or was still a little disoriented from whatever her brother and her father did to him. Who knew how often they hit his head. Only thinking about it made her a little angry again but she forced herself tot take a slow, deep breath and not cook it up again. It was fine now. It would have consequences but now she was here with him and that was all she should focus on now.

She blinked when Gerard finally responded, finding herself also checking out the room but sadly she didn’t spot anything. “Oh... well, I have no idea either. I also didn’t see anything on my way inside.” She assumed if there had been a bottle of wine her family took it. What assholes. She sighed in quiet frustration but then waved it off with a small gesture of her hand. “I’m sorry. I’ll see if I can find something else around. But you really should take a seat, you look a little disoriented. Come on.” Gently, she grasped his arm to lead him back into the living room to the couch. The thought that he probably got enough of sitting after being tied to a chair hit her a moment later and internally, she found herself scoffing about her intention, but she only meant well, right?

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sky-deparadis

“Seriously? If that were true then I’d be like you, waiting on daddy’s words before making a single move. I don’t someone to tell me to put a bullet through someone’s eyes.” That’s what had always posed the biggest problem and drove the deepest wedge between her and her family, her refusal to comply with everything they wanted and her lack of an effort when it comes to working with others. The only reason she went along with Abel had been because she had been curious about what he wanted from her.

The brunette raised a brow as he explained further their reasoning for being there of all places. “This doesn’t make you or your plan any less suspicious, I hope you know that.” With a heavy sigh, she followed after him, freezing upon seeing the metal container. She wanted to smack his hand away merely out of pride but her short stature clocking in at five feet and one inch made it so she had no choice but to accept his extended hand. With a frustrated sigh hhe took hold of his hand and pulled herself up. The hitwoman didn’t show any gratitude, she deemed this being his idea in the first place so she saw no need to be grateful. “What now?”

For the sake to not get stuck in another loop-like conversation, Abel left her remark about him depending on his father uncommented. In fact, she was wrong but he didn’t feel the urge to point it out because he didn’t see a reason why he would need to justify himself in front of her. Henry St. John shared the work with his oldest child and trusted him completely, though they didn’t always agree with each other about certain measures. But nonetheless, Abel was exactly where he was supposed to be as the successor of his father’s place in the crime community and nobody questioned it.

“Oh, damn it. I knew I wasn’t the first one attempting to lurk you on the rooftop of a building in front of a hospital to murder you”, he stated her with a sarcastic twtiching in the corners of his lips and false but quiet regret, shaking his head subtly. He reached up to pull the fire escape ladder down and it gave in with a metallic sound. “I’d say ladies first but you don’t trust me, so I’ll just take the lead”, he shrugged and climbed upwards on the rooftop. It took a few minutes but when he finally made it he stood on a flat roof with a perfect sight on the upper floors of the hospital. Abel walked calmly over to the edge and folded his arms as he eyed the long row of windows while he waited for Rayvenna.

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notyourdeity

Aphrodite was no stranger to most of various sinister machinations of the underground world. Only an idiot or a blind man could ignore the hushed conversations, tabloids and closed doors, even in a mansion as spacious as the Velentzas’. However, the young redhead say that this was the first time she had found herself the unwilling hostage in a successful kidnapping.

By the time her world had started slowly filtering in around her for the upteenth time, Aphrodite found that it was almost impossible to tell exactly how long she had been out for. Whatever drug her mystery aggressors had been using was sending wave after wave of nausea through her person. It was all she could do to not throw up, late alone move. As the pounding in her head grew in a steady crescendo, all the young woman was aware of was the filtered brown light flittering in and out, seemingly following the pounding on her head, in and out… in and out… until she happened to open her eyes, seemingly as the noise was dying out and the world started to rush in in all its painfully clear multicolour madness and the shapes started to make sense… And there he was. Standing in the midst of the leftover chaos, observing her from across the room just as she observed him.

“And why should I trust you?” She asked after a moment, finally managing to focus in on someone so close to her as the first inklings of pain started to trickle in. Aphrodite discovered that with a little effort, she could manage to finally lift her head to meet his gaze head-on and unafraid. “What’s to stop you from kidnapping me next – auctioning me off to the highest bidder?”

“Good question, but it goes right back at you - why should I trust you?” The young woman wasn’t in the position to push a good deal away if it was offered to her, but to be frank, Abel had always been a man of compromises compared to his father who ran the business at his side. If he would find out that someone saw his face and was able to identify him he wouldn’t be happy of course, but the actual concerns rose from their current allies who came with their mission of this kidnapping to them. This wasn’t even Abel’s own dirty business, he was just a pawn, so if anything went wrong both would have to suffer the consequences.

He tilted his head a little bit and grasped her chin to support her head since she seemed to have trouble with holding it up and then continued in a reasonable yet slightly tensed voice: “I don’t know what kind of despicable thing you think we’re going to do to you, but if it calms you I can promise that this won’t be the case. Nice theory but not any close to it.” The young man wasn’t supposed to offer her what he did mere moments ago, he knew it and assumed she did too somewhere in that disoriented, pretty head and if he only wanted he could change the whole situation within seconds. He reached behind his back to pull out a gun and put it on her temple, the cold steel pressing into her soft skin and messy hair. With a clicking sound he cocked the weapon.

“I’m waiting”, he told her and tightened his grip on her chin ever-so slightly to put emphasis on the importance of this. “I don’t want to hurt you. This is not even my business. But if you don’t leave me a choice I will. So?”

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First Timers [Vic]

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derrieslostboys

“Of course. That’s what this is about. Both of us, not just me.“ He said.

Yes, he had a rep as a bully, a trick ass thug. But that did not retract from his intelligence as his tenderness. Victor Criss has a tenderness that he never showed at school or when he was out and about with Henry. But a side he certainly had.

“I know something better baby.“ He pressed her thighs open wider, leaning in to lick at her secret nectar.

Donia frowned softly but then she sensed how he pushed her legs wider apart and before she could grasp what he got in mind, she already felt his tongue. It caused a twinge of embarrassment in the pit of her stomach and her face heated up immediatly and she found herself holding on tighter on the sheets. “Oh god, no... you really want to do this?”, she whispered, allowing herself to peek down at him. What she saw managed to get her to the point where she could feel her juices trickling down her folds with just one look and she bit her lip. Why did he have to look that good between her legs?