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anna-sinclair:

Facing a world-ending death day is so bad for the skin and pores. It isn’t morbid if it’s true and you’ll soon learn vampires are very much that sometimes.

Makes me glad I’m only half vampire. Don’t think I can handle much more morbid.

#c; anna

trystan-scofield:

An 8? An 8? No, no, Kent, I’m a full throttle ten because I’m a top notch L'Oréal worth it.

I said what I said, Trystan. Now you’re a 7 for being obnoxious.

#c; trystan

celinexneumann:

Finally someone in this town who knows how to have a goddamn good time. We’re drinking the entire bar, babe.

The people out there don’t know how to let loose, it’s a shame.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

#c; celine

alec-merriman:

Alec’s intent was never tying the woman down and force the belief the control did not work both ways. Tina could breathe in his direction and he would come crawling back to her on his hands and knees if that satisfied her desirable demands, can he say the same for other endeavors from his past? No, the two supernatural beings living each day surviving loneliness were twin flames dancing the beat to the same chaotic drum thumping in their veins from the moment of conception, from the moment this world decided to cast them aside as the monsters for stealing what their hearts clamored towards. They found themselves an old solution in the throes of their bedroom hymns and he cannot in any conscience ignore the possessiveness growing inside of him like a cancer infecting his damned soul. Alec ceased the movement of his finger as Valentina stripped herself of the last standing barricade dividing his mouth from the curves of her torso, taking a painful pause to admire the hybrid’s external anatomy for his morsel enjoyment. “Patience, patience, love, don’t rush and don’t test me.” He hummed, leaning forward to press a few kisses to her chest and moving to brush the very tip of his tongue along the tender flesh of her left nipple. “Then again, baby,” Alec commented after a moment, reaching up a hand and tangling his fingers through Tina’s locks before yanking as hard as he could, “You hunger for me to fuck you rough.” He slipped a digit inside of her with absence of forewarning and began pumping in and out with a steady pace, hooking his finger until it made contact with her g-spot, “Oh, darling, who knew you were wet already.” Alec released yet another hum, removing the soaked index finger and placing it to his tongue before running his thumb along Tina’s lower lip, giving her a taste of her own juices. “Now, let’s try this again, baby. Beg me.”

Don’t test me... oh but she wanted to. Craved to test him with every inch of her being... she didn’t know what was coming over her. Didn’t know who she was in that moment, but with every minute that ticked by in this moment, Tina found that she didn’t care. Not when Alec was touching her in every way she needed. Her skin burned with every press of his lips on her, a moan tumbling from her lips as his hand found its way into her hair and pulling the silken tendrils hard-- the bite of pain shooting like electricity. Her hand gripped around his wrist of the hand that was tangled in her hair as if it were a lifeline. Tina knew that she could have broken out of his grip if she wanted to, needed to, but the darkest part of her enjoyed being in his grasp; enjoyed being the hunted-- a thrill running down her spine. Tina didn’t want to give into his demands, but her resistance was fraying and unraveling at the edges, and the intrusion of his finger within her was her downfall. “Alec,” his name tumbled from her lips before she could stop it, not with knowing that she needed so much more; what only he could provide to her. Tina took Alec’s thumb in her mouth, licking him clean and nipping lightly at his skin before removing the digit from her mouth. “Please,” the word nothing more than a whisper out of her mouth, “give me all of you. Make me forget everything but you.”

#c; alec #yooo these two nasty lmaoooo love it

anna-sinclair:

Not saying that we aren’t going to be decimated, but I may as well look nice.

Just because it’s the end of the world, doesn’t mean we gotta look the part.

#c; anna #they probably bump into each other since she visits kade

trystan-scofield:

I can’t seem to step a foot from the porch without any of the gawking.

Not bad, Scofield. I give you an 8.

#c; trystan

celinexneumann:

God, just shut your face and drink.

You don’t have to tell me twice. Cheers.

#c; celine

alec-merriman:

Alec always thought himself a sexual creature, finding company in the bed of another regardless of gender only to disappear without a trace of goodbye. He toyed with the emotions of his partners, dangling their own desires as an ultimate manipulation and utilizing his special abilities to do so. Not necessarily force them to comply or make those more agreeable without consensual means, but more along the lines of acting on what they already craved with lowered inhibitions. Those who caught Alec’s fancy paled in comparison to Valentina, however. She could handle him with one bat of the eye, she could control him in a way no one has ever accomplished in the centuries he sauntered across this desolate earth. Everything about Alec screamed danger with every unprovoked senseless murder to the height of his magical dark gifts. And yes, he knew there was a darkness within him scratching at the surface, it’s a monster he contended with each day and the same monster Tina has not bore witness to herself compared to the horror stories. That changed instantly with one small click. The woman whispered his name, pawed her hands along his chest before she could not resist following the same path with those luscious lips of hers, and finally forgetting self-preservation to possess what is possible when fear was no longer a part of the equation. He took a moment to tilt his head to the side very briefly for her easier access before their mouths connected, nudging his tongue between Tina’s lips as he handed over the control for a pause. And then a hand lifted, grazing the hybrid’s throat teasingly and resting under her chin as he abruptly shattered the kiss. “You’re mine. And I’m yours.” Alec spoke in a low whisper, his darkened gaze drinking in every inch of the woman as the monster unleashed from the cage confining him. He suddenly hooked his hands underneath Valentina’s thighs, wrapping her legs around his frame as he lifted her from the ground. He wasted no time making the journey from the living room to the bedroom they were more than likely going to share in the future, setting her down on the bed as soon as they reached it. Alec tugged his shirt over his head, climbing on top of the mattress and hovering over her, fingers tearing open the buttons of Tina’s jeans as if it was nothing. “Tell me how much you want me, baby.” A hand dipped between her waistband, his fingers teasing her through the fabric of her underwear, “But this time, I want you to scream it.”

Tina throughout her life was not one to completely follow rules-- never let someone have complete control over her. Even Malcolm tried, but everyone knew where that got her with her disobediences; it was ingrained her to never give herself over to someone so completely and fully that they would crush her... but she was finding that she’d so willingly let Alec have that control. Playing her like she were a fiddle. Valentina only shivered at Alec’s words, but not of fear... no, something more primal-- a growing flame within her that was all consuming. She could see something in Alec that would make some people run away seeing it there in the depths of his eyes, but it resonated in her-- driving home that she really was his and he was ruining her for anyone else. Tina made no protests as he picked her up and took her into the bedroom, with her body pressing against the bed before she could even blink; looking up at Alec as he removed his shirt. It wasn’t the first time that she’d seen him in this light, but she would always take her time in drinking in the sight of him. If there was a God out there, they made no mistakes in sculpting Alec from whatever marble they used. Then his hands were on her, touching her, causing a shuddered moan to leave her lips, but she needed more than what he was giving her. Would she make it easy? Hell no. Where’s the fun in that? “You know I want you, Alec,” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her hands unbuttoning her sleep shirt, slowly revealing herself to him until she was able to remove the shirt completely and throwing it to the side, “it’s going to take a lot more than light petting to get me to scream your name, baby.”

#c; alec #we're getting into no gif territory anyway #also Tina's a fucking tease lmaooo

kadexsommers:

“Oh, darling, you didn’t.”

Kade grabbed the spare blood bag he set aside for dessert and slid it across the table toward her without a word. “I see you have been busy bedding the psychopathic one. How is he in the sack?”

“Except I did,” Tina said with a sigh, taking the blood bag gratefully as she sat down across from the vampire. She couldn’t even believe that she was talking about this to anyone-- she wasn’t exactly the most... open person. “It wasn’t like it was on purpose, but he has a way with words and the fact that he beat the shit out of Malcolm apparently was a turn on,” she muttered as she fiddled with the bag, “I’d be lying if I said it was anything other than mind-blowing.”

#c; kade

kadexsommers:

Oi, now what has you in such a tizzy that you’ve gone and interrupted my dinner?

Every bang a witch with two personalities?

Got enough dinner for two?

#c; kade

alec-merriman:

Funny, Alec commanded the ceasing of their dance, and yet, the pair reverted to the same push and pull rhythm from their first and last conversation. Valentina unwillingly falling into the role of prey while the hunter, a predatory dark witch craving his pound of flesh, lay in wait as he dangled the bait luring the subject of his desires to a dark doom they both would succumb. Even as the hybrid’s palms created their scorching path along the blood-soaked clothing covering his chest, Alec neither moved from where he stood or lifted his own hands to satisfy the hunger for the physical connection. He would deny himself the pleasures, building until Tina was the one to steal it in any way she decided. A playful game, a dangerous one, ripe for the picking and ecstasy, fulfilling a prophetic destiny where two beings were sent on a collision course from the moment they connected. Alec’s savage gaze locked with the woman’s, sensing the growling beast within him screaming for a release, watching as the pressure reached a fever pitch with Tina. One more step and their bodies would be flush with each other’s, cloth the only menial material standing between them and the contact high. Alec’s fingers twitched irritably, craving to rip the fabric from her frame seam by fucking seam, stopping to imagine the taste of her skin on his tongue and the curvature in which his lips will trace. The sound of his name falling from her petals in a breathless sigh drove him to madness. “No. Why should I feel regret when you have me crawling back to you, baby?” Alec stepped closer still as her hands clenched tightly, finally lifting his own to rest along the bend of her waist, moving forward a short distance until he was pressing Tina’s back against the same wall they smashed not too long ago, “I told you before, Valentina, I could be anything you desired. Give you anything you desired and you were intent on denying yourself.” He leaned forward, trailing the length of her jawline with his mouth before pressing it to her ear, “You prefer hearing me say it then. Alright.” Alec pressed their bodies together. No more space, no more second-guessing. “I want you. Not because he does, not because neither of us are dancing around the other. No…I want you. All of you. More than I have ever wanted anyone and if that’s our love story, so be it then.”

There was a part of her that waited on baited breath terrified of what he’d respond to her question with. A part of her expected a ‘yes’ to tumble from his lips, and that thought alone would be enough to crush her. That thought was banished before she even heard the words that she was so desperate to hear, just from his gaze upon her like he was a caged animal barely keeping enough control from pouncing on her very form; like there was nothing else in the world that he craved. It was exhilarating that she held such a power that she never knew possible over one of the most dangerous dark witches that walked in the town. A gasp fell from her lips as her back made contact with the wall, his hands on her waist scalding her cold skin even with her shirt’s fabric as a barrier. God, she wanted to feel his hands all over her until every inch was on fire and it was like he knew what she was feeling and thinking before she did, his lips trailing a line of fire along her jaw. His voice causing her to shiver with the anticipation and honesty she heard; it was intoxicating. “Alec,” his name tumbling from her lips at the contact of his body against hers almost in prayer, her hands releasing the white-knuckled grasp of his shirt to skim across the expanse of his chest; not shying away from touching him-- she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Just this once she wanted to let go of all the guilt, the self doubt, the war she held inside of herself that was putting a stranglehold on her heart. She simply wanted to take what was hers. Her fingertips grazed the skin showing at Alec’s collar lightly before her lips found their way there-- pressing their way up from his chest to his neck, stopping just before their lips made contact. “Then I’m yours,” her voice a hoarse whisper, “I want you, Alec.” Without any words to express her thoughts, her needs, she pressed her lips against his to say anything that she couldn’t verbally.

#c; alec #lmaooooo weird when there's a gif of two of your characters just making out lmao

alec-merriman:

Alec carelessly waved away the other side’s attempt at asking for help from a coven leader who landed her name on Malcolm Winslow’s shit list, it is highly probable the woman’s growing family would ultimately provide a distraction severe enough that she would rescind the offer for the safety of her little rugrats, “No use shedding tears for a side of yourself that’s harmed you as much as it has. As much as he has.” He at least understood what losing a piece to who you are caused in the grand scheme, a shifting change, the formatting empty shell of one’s former self. Alec lost himself the day he discovered his abilities and ripped the innkeeper to shreds, he lost anything making him good as he watched the man’s wife beg him to stop before she met his same fate. He broke down his personality and rebuilt someone entirely new, someone who could never experience devastation again. A power-hungry psychopath now crumbling at this very instance of a weakness. “You want transparency, sweetheart, then transparency it is.” Alec closed what little space remained between the two of them and practically stalked over to where Tina stood, invading her personal bubble a little too closely for anyone’s comfort. He could feel it, though, the rising tension sparking like an electric current. “I have played and replayed those conversations, both ours and him, until my mind fucking melted. And the only valid explanation I can proclaim with confidence is how that part of him that feels everything all at once for you has seeped itself into me.” Alec cocked his head slowly to the side, his chest almost heaving, “The time I have spent in my prison was thinking of nothing but that kiss. Every hour, every minute, every second ticking by knowing I wanted to do more than just that. You, running through my veins, in a constant loop I cannot escape. And I think you, Valentina,” He lowered his tone to a whisper, “You want the fluffy romance with him, sure, but there is an innate part of you that craves the heat. The passion. It’s a part you battle, yet, that part poured her desires when she chose to kiss me back.” Alec released a small hum, “Time to stop the dance, baby. Here I am.”

Her brows furrowed at his words. How could she not mourn the side of her that she’d grown up with? It gave her her wolf, a friendship that knows no bounds-- she was never hurt by that, only by Malcolm. It was times like that Tina wondered what life would have been like if she just stayed away like Roman had wanted. Her thoughts were chaotic, spiraling until Alec stepped closer, his voice dangerously dark; enticing. He was a hairsbreadth away and she could see every inch of him that was stained with Malcolm’s blood, a sick note of satisfaction ran through her even though she should have been disgusted that even the smell of the lingering blood sang to her. Her eyes moved up to Alec’s dark ones, the tension palpable enough that it rooted her to her spot-- God, there was just something about it that made her weak. Like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a lion even though she was the new Alpha predator. Her hands moved to his chest out of their own volition, coming to rest over where she knew scars from their last encounter rested; either to keep the space between them or to just feel some sort of contact, she wasn’t sure. Tina watched Alec speak, scanning his face for any sort of deception but when she could find any, she was at a loss for words. She bit her lips as she felt a wave of nervousness come over her-- this was very different from last time where she’d come off the high of a fight. She could blame that on a whirlwind of emotions and not knowing any better... this time though, she would have no such excuse. This was going to be a conscious decision. Tina felt weak under the his gaze, on the edge of a precipice-- one push from just giving in to abandon. Tina took stepped closer, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly in her fingertips as she thought on his words. Her mind lingered on the fact that the feelings he has for her all started from the feelings that the other Alec had for her first; he couldn’t exactly control it. “Do you regret that the other you fell for me?” her voice quiet with how whisper close they were, her eyes dropping to his neck as she spoke, realizing that there were multiple hungers brewing inside her, “maybe you’re right, maybe there is a part of me that craves more than that moment you gave me last time-- but I need to know that you want me, not just because of his influence.

#c; alec #too lazy for a gif lmaooo

alec-merriman:

I’m more than satisfied watching him suffer for his lifetime of wicked deeds. And from how I hear it whether this brings you the slightest comfort for all I care, you two aren’t the only ones he will rope in to help clean the mess. Apparently, the other me garnered Cassie Thornton’s fucking sympathy.

“Bonds such as yours are made to be broken. He dies and poof, it all goes away.” In his centuries’ worth of experience, Alec knew shattering an Alpha’s grip over the werewolves in his pack regardless of a species change where Valentina was concerned meant warping the fabric of a supernatural’s design, a power even he did not possess. Her words uncomfortably bothered Alec, however, more than wishing he simply murdered Malcolm where the Alpha stood had. “It sounds like you haven’t come to terms with the fact that all you’re going to have left is me when he’s gone. I may look like him, sound like him, but I’m not the Alec you fell for. It’ll just be me and I know that’ll be less than what you want, so I’m used to that. And hell,” He lifted his hands in a shrug and clapped them together, “Maybe I went after your former leader as a twisted declaration I was worthy of your love, but you made a choice to stay, Tina. You made the choice to know me because I’m the one who will be here when all is said and done.”

“We both know that help will be minimal, Malcolm literally beat the shit out of her not too long ago and now she has a family to care for.” Tina didn’t think badly of the coven leader, but she knew that people had priorities when it came to family, and she and Alec would most likely come second to the woman protecting her children. They were on their own. “Malcolm dies and that’s one more piece of me that’s lost,” the words tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop it, clamping her lips closed tight while she mentally cursed herself. Did Tina want Malcolm to die? More than anything. And more than anything did she wish to be the one to deliver that blow, but there was a part of her that would mourn the bond breaking that tied her to her werewolf side; the side that was slowly being lost to the void. Tina crossed her arms as Alec spoke, his words ringing the bell of truth that left her uncomfortable. It was a replay of her last conversation with the other Alec-- how once he was gone, the whole dynamic would be changed and it would never be the same. That there was a possibility that this Alec wouldn’t care for her in the same way, and yet there he was-- stating that this whole thing could have been a confession in and of itself. He was hitting every nail on her insecurities. “It’s hard to come to terms with that fact when you make it difficult to do so. It just makes the difference between the two of you that much more stark and mind boggling-- he’s so transparent and you’re here using words to beat around the bush on what might or might not have been the reason to attack Malcolm. It’s an emotional roller coaster that I strapped myself into but you don’t make it any easier-- hell we had to beat the shit out of each other for you to even let me in the first place. How is that fair to keep having to do this dance?”

#c; alec

alec-merriman:

It’s a treat because I basically hammered in the point his days were ticking down. Okay, yeah, so keeping him alive wasn’t something I totally thought through, but I’ll handle it.

I know the extent of the pain and misery he’s inflicted on the countless assholes he wrapped around his finger, but out of everyone Malcolm has ever fucked with, you are the one who suffered at his hands the greatest hence the fact why his death should be rightfully reserved for you. What makes you think I can’t protect us, Valentina? I’ve survived this long and one Alpha isn’t worth shit. You know, the whole cold-blooded killer thing, baby, you could be proving him right when you’re in love with one.

So, you not only wounded an Alpha’s pride but you left him like a cornered animal. Not your smartest move, Alec, and the only people that are going to be forced to handle it is me and the other you because, guess what, you’re not back a hundred percent. You swoop in, cause chaos, and leave others to clean up the mess. Mainly me.

“You obviously don’t know a single thing about werewolves. You really think it’s easy to kill an Alpha you’re bound to? I may be a hybrid, but my bond to Winslow is still there. If we could just kill the ones that hurt us, no Alpha’s would dare. You can’t protect someone you don’t understand or bother to understand.” She wanted to strangle him for not thinking things through, her head was spinning from the emotional whiplash that the alternate personalities were putting her through. Tina sighed at his words; there it was... the familiar feeling of conflict within her-- like she was being pulled in separate ways. “Alec, you have done nothing to earn my love. The other one has, but you? I don’t know you. I know how you came to be who you are but I don’t actually know you. Does that sound like love to you?”

#c; alec

alec-merriman:

It isn’t Halloween yet, Tina. No tricks, just treats.

I did leave him bruised, bloody, and extremely confused using his fear against him. I could’ve ended his ass, but I didn’t for you. He’s your kill.

Treats? How is this a treat? I can’t believe you left him alive-- what would you do if you were attacked and pride hurt? Would you just sit around waiting to die or would you retaliate?

Alec-- what makes you think that I want to be the one to kill him when there are so many others in that line, queued up for the honor? I tried my damnest to be the opposite of what Malcolm wanted me to be, and right now he wants me to be a cold-blooded killer. I don’t want to be that, and I won’t. Thanks, but no thanks. Now you’ve put both of our lives on the line.

#c; alec