Whitlocklibrary - The Stars And Moon

I cannot begin to explain to you guys how much I love Felix and Demetri’s stupid little 19th century robes

Saving his Damsel~

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🃜 pairing : David × Female! Goth! Mate Reader

🃜 fandom: Lost Boys x Reader

🃜 summary: Reader is new to Santa Carla and after avoiding the boardwalk for months she joins her friends for a night. She is drawn to the carousel and thats where she meets the boys. (no use of y/n) (I left the outfit entirely up to you the only thing described are the belts, boots and jacket. But you can imagine your look however you want)

🃜 Word Count: 2.3k

🃜 Warnings: Physical Assault, Death

🃜 Requests: Open

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The lights of the Santa Carla boardwalk will draw anyone in from tourists to surfers and even goths like yourself. You were still new to Santa Carla area having moved there a few months prior. You had been to the boardwalk a few times,but people weren’t really your thing so you stayed away. One night your friends that you’ve made since moving there wanted to go explore the boardwalk. They only went to it during the day,their parents didn’t want them out after dark, but they were finally able to go. You spent the evening hours getting ready, teasing your hair into a huge messy up-do. You used a lot of hairspray, starting with your roots you styled it into a poofy and messy look. After your hair was done you covered your face in white foundation before lining your eyes with black liner, big bold wings now standing out against the white foundation. And to top off the look you added black lipstick to your lips.

Now your outfit. You had dug through closet for an hour before finally deciding on something. You had slipped on the clothes you chose before layering some belts and chains around your waist. And finally to complete the whole look you throw on some combat boots and your black leather jacket. After spraying some perfume, you grab your keys and head out the door. And in your driveway sits a black 1967 Chevy Impala, it shines in the last bit of sunlight.

You slide into the drivers seat, setting your bag beside you. After sliding the key’s into the ignition you start the car,and it comes to life with a small hum. You sit their for a few minutes going through your cassette tapes, before deciding on The Cure. After sliding the cassette tape in,you car is filled with the lyrics from A Night Like This. The drive to the boardwalk was peaceful, most of the locals retreating into their homes before nightfall. The boardwalk was mostly full of tourists and the braver side of the locals.

You park your car in a spot that was close to the boardwalk. You barely come here at night so you wanted to make sure you could get away fast. You were the first of your friends to get there so you get out, and lean against the rails by the entrance. People watching was always fun in Santa Carla, there were so many different types of people. There were the tourists, the punks, the goths (like yourself), the girls who just wanted a good lay, and the guys who would jump anything with a set of legs. And of course there were the Surf Nazi’s, they were some of the crudest people in Santa Carla. Your thoughts were cut off by loud bike engines,and you knew which group it was. All of Santa Carla knew who they were. The infamous Lost Boys.

You had never seen the group in person so you looked curiously. There were three blondes and a brunette. The first blonde you saw had curly hair, a patched jacket, and cherub like face.

The second blonde had long, wild blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s wearing a black coat that reaches his knees with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and split up the back, ending at his waste-line. The next one you saw was the brunette, he was tall and wore a black jacket without a shirt underneath it. And the final one you saw took your breath away. His short hair was styled into a mullet, and it was a platinum blonde. He wore a leather jacket, matching gloves, and dusty black pants. As you were looking him over, he was looking right back at you. And your eyes collided (e/c) clashing with an icy blue. You quickly averted your eyes not wanting to get on their bad side or have to much attention put on you.

Unfortunately for you, their attention was already on you, specifically David’s. The rest of the boys heard David’s thoughts through the pack bond, and they knew that he called dibs on you. The boys stayed perched on their bikes as David watched you with a cigarette between his lips. Then your friends finally arrived, and you headed into the boardwalk with them.

“Let’s go boys.” David says as he climbs off his bike and makes his way onto the boardwalk.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 𓉸𓉸𓉸𓉸𓉸 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You knew that your friends weren’t gonna stick around long. They were the type to go find any guy that would show interest. Since they ditched you, after some debating you head to the carousel. As you get on the carousel you notice a beautiful black horse,and make a beeline for it. You climb up on it, sitting sideways so your legs can dangle off the side. Your hand wrapping around the pole to keep yourself from falling as the carousel starts to move. As the ride moves you swing your legs humming Girls Girls Girls by the Motley Crue. Santa Carla was always full of excitement, but at this moment it was peaceful. That peace didn’t last very long when suddenly you felt two people move behind your horse.

“You got some pretty good music taste Goth girl.” You turn your head towards the voice, and you see two of the blondes behind you. The one that spoke was the long haired one.

“Yeah didn’t expect a girlie like you to know Motley Crue.” The curly haired one says as he leans against the back of your horse.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Looks don’t define a person’s music taste.” You shoot back with a small glare as you cross your arms across your chest.

“Oh the little lady has some fire in her.” A new voice joins in as the third blonde appears on your side. His hand coming up to grab the pole as he leans in a bit closer. As he leans closer the fourth one joins standing by the front of the horse, they made it to where you couldn’t run.

“What’s a pretty one like yourself doing all alone. We saw you with a group earlier.” It was the platinum blonde again.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business…” You trail off realizing that you don’t know his name.

“David.” He says before pointing out each of the boys.

“That’s Paul.” It was the long haired blonde that first spoke to you, and he sends you a flirtatious smile.

“Marko.” The curly haired blonde. He sends you a wave with his fingers sporting a cheshire grin.

“And Dwayne.” The brunette didn’t say anything all he did was send you a nod.

“Well David as I said before I don’t see how it’s any of your business where my friends are.” You say before dismounting from the horse and leaving the ride once it stopped. Marko and Paul move to stop you, but David stops them with his hand.

“No one touches her. She’s mine.” Paul and Marko hold their hands up in surrender already knowing what this means with their brother. He rarely showed interest in anyone unless he was wanting to feed. And they could tell he didn’t want to feed on you. No he wanted something else.

“Well then let’s go get your girl.” Paul says as him and Marko start to shove each other making their way off the carousel. David and Dwayne share a look before following after the Terror Twins.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 𓉸𓉸𓉸𓉸𓉸 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After escaping from the boys you wander around the boardwalk slowly gathering your friends so you can leave. Their parents still wanted them home at a good time since so many people go missing at night. So you made sure they left the boardwalk safely, and made it to their cars. You quickly do a head count of your friends before you all head towards the parking lot. Making sure they’re all safely in their cars and heading home you go to your own car. You reach into your bag grabbing your keys, continuing to your car until you hear a wolf whistle.

“Hey there hot stuff how about you join us for the night.” A male voice calls out followed by catcalls from what you believe are his friends. You ignore them picking up speed as you make a beeline for your car. It happens when you’re about an arms length away. You’re grabbed from behind your keys falling to the ground as you start to struggle.

“Come on baby don’t be like that we saw you with those biker punks. So come on you can show us a bit of attention.” The hands that were on you yank you around making you face the group. It was a group of the Surf Nazi’s.

“Let me go.” You say as you bring your hand up trying to pry his hand off.

“Playing hard to get I like that.” The guy says laughing as you attempt to pull away. His grip tightens on you, yanking you closer to him. As his grip tightens you let out a pained cry.

“Stop squirming.” He says as one of his hands grab a fistful of your hair. Another pained cry leaving your mouth. Before anything else can happen the roar of bike engines fill the air as four headlights surround you and the guy.

“I believe the lady said to let go.” David says from atop his bike, gloved hands clenching his handle bars tightly. The guy looks at his friends and they all just laugh.

“Or what. You’re out numbered.”

“Boys.” With that one word the boys descend onto the group. One set of hands is carefully yanking you out of the guys grip and pushing you towards David. Screams fill the air behind you, and you go to turn around before a gloved hand is stopping you.

“You don’t need to see that Doll.” David says as he pulls you closer to him. His free hand comes up to carefully fix your hair.

“Did he hurt you anywhere?” Words evading you all you can do is shake your head no. Your mind was still trying to wrap around everything that was happening. You were being saved by the Lost Boys. The biker gang that everyone in Santa Carla avoided, who they were scared of, but they were helping you.

“Hm good.” David says as he looks up at the carnage behind you. His eyes zeroing in on the one who had his hands on you. He was left alone but unable to run away after Marko broke his leg. The rest of the boys knew their brother would want him. For touching his mate that guy signed his own death warrant.

“Alright boys feeding time. Finish up and bring that one back to the cave with us.” David says and your face shows confusion at his words as the screaming begins to quiet down.

“Feeding time?” You mutter to yourself and look up at David.

“Feeding time? What are you talking about? What are you?” At your questions David chuckles.

“What am I. Why I’m yours just as much as you’re mine.” He says as he pulls the cigarette from behind his ear and puts it in his mouth.

“Yours?”

“Yes mine.” He says after lighting up the cigarette. He slides backwards on his bike making room in front of him. Leaning forward he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in front of him.

“So the Doll wants to know what I am. You hear that boys she wants to know what we are.”

“Who wants to know?” Paul says playfully

“The Little Lady wants to know.” Marko says. You let out a huff as they mess with you, and then you feel David’s hand on your chin making you look up. This time your breath catches in your throat again as you stare at a completely different face. His face looked monstrous his eyes now a reddish yellow, and his teeth now fangs. You look at him in awe and excitement as your hands come up. The boys look on with surprise on their faces from your reaction.

“Oh my god you’re vampires.” You say with a small squeal as your hands latch onto David’s face, tracing his vampiric features.

“You’re not afraid.”

“Afraid? No. Excited. Yes.” Your hands keep roaming his face.

“Never seen someone so excited over this.” Marko says from behind you.

“It’s weird they usually scream in fear not excitement.” Paul says as they begin to dispose of all the bodies except for one.

“How long have you been a vampire? Can you still eat human food? Does garlic actually work on you.” You start rapid firing questions and the boys could barely keep up.

“Woah doll calm down. I’ll answer all the questions you gave back at our cave.” David says as he gently pries your hands away from his face. The boys walk back to their bikes after getting rid of the bodies, Paul carrying the unconscious body of the guy who decided to mess with you. As he passes by Dwayne hands you your car keys that you dropped.

“You’re riding with me we’ll comeback for your car.” David says as he moves you to sit behind him.

“Wait before we go does this mean I get to be one of you.” You ask as you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Yes you’ll become one of us tonight doll, and that piece of garbage will be your first kill. Now hang on tight we’re about to have some fun.”

The Stormcloud~

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🃜 pairing : Caius × Female! Winx Fairy! Reader

🃜 fandom: twilight × reader , Winx Club x reader

🃜 summary: (Takes place during BD Pt 2) Reader is the adopted sister of Bella, but she has a secret as well. She’s not human, she’s a fairy. Charlie adopted her after Renee left with Bella, and as she got older she found out that she was a fairy. She spends most of her time at Alfea, but still manages to come see Charlie. Charlie knows of the supernatural world since Reader is a fairy, but he pretends to stay in the dark for all other supernatural creatures minus the fairies. And now her adopted sister is reaching out for help. (no use of y/n) (i left the fairy outfit up to you so you can imagine it however you want)

🃜 Word Count:4.1k

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𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

When Bella moved to Forks she was surprised to not see her sister there. Well adopted, after Renee took her and left Forks, her father was heartbroken. He slowly worked his way up and became chief of police. And on one of his usual patrols he found a young child wandering out of the woods. The child was covered in dirt and her hair stuck up like she was struck by lightning. He quickly pulled his car over and bundled the child up in his jacket before putting them in the car. He had brought the child to the hospital,and stayed there for a few days as the child recovered. The only thing that the child could remember is her name, and her age. No one came forward to claim the child, and Charlie didn’t want to send her into the foster system so he adopted her.

Renee and Bella leaving left a hole in his heart, but it was slowly healing with the help of your presence. You grew up in the town of Forks and everyone loved you. You were the towns local sweetheart, and you were kind to everyone. And when Bella came to visit you made sure to make her feel comfortable. You grew close with her even though you were a little older than her. And when she stopped coming for the summer you were going with Charlie to California. As you got older you would notice weird things happening. When storms were coming, you were drawn to them. When they would come in you would be on one of the cliffs letting the wind blow through your hair. And when you would touch metal you would feel a small zap.

And then one day everything fell in place. Yo had been on the cliffs, your legs dangling over it as a storm brewed. As you watched the clouds move across the sky a bright light flashed beside you. You turned your head and beside you was a man, a beautiful man. He was tall with long orange hair and pointed ears. He introduced himself as Professor Palladium, a teacher from Alfea the College for Faires. At first you had laughed at how ridiculous it sounded until he showed you the proof. And then you were whisked away to Alfea after saying goodbye to Charlie. You were still home for the visits with Bella but she didn’t know the truth. It stayed between you and Charlie,who now new about the supernatural world on earth. You knew how dangerous it was from him to know the truths of other supernaturals so you both agreed for him to play dumb.

Since you were in the magical dimension with your friends, known as the Winx, you missed everything that happened with Bella. You weren’t there when James attacked her, when the Cullen’s left, her trip to Italy or the Newborn army. Even though you weren’t there Charlie still kept you updated on everything that you missed. And when you found out about Bella being drug into the supernatural world, you were pissed to say the least.

You were celebrating the defeat of the Dark Wizard Valtor when you received the call from Earth. Charlie had visited the Cullen’s after Bella’s honeymoon,and he found a newly turned Bella. He still pretended to not know anything as he saw his other daughter and was introduced to his granddaughter. He called to tell you everything that he found out, and not long after that call you received one from Bella. She was asking you to come home to visit her,and of course you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t know however was the predicament that the Cullen’s and Bella had gotten themselves into. And that leads us to where we are now. In a snowy clearing two groups of vampires are seen. On one side with the wolves were the Cullens and on the other side dressed in black cloaks were the Volturi.

"Aro, let us discuss things as we used to do.

In a civilized manner." Carlisle stepped forward and spoke surely and clearly.

"Fair words, Carlisle." Aro said. "But a little out of place, given the battalion you've assembled against us."

"I can promise you, that was never my intent." Carlisle said. Everyone watched Aro peek around him at Renesmee. Bella glared at him and held her closely.

"No laws have been broken."

"We see the child." Caius stated firmly. "Do not treat us as fool's."

"She is not an immortal!" Carlisle shouted.

"These witnesses can attest to that. Or you can look." He gestured back to Renesmee with his hand. "See the flush of human blood in her cheeks."

"Artifice!" Caius shouted back.

"I will collect every facet of the truth." Aro held up a hand to silence them. "But from someone more central to the story. Edward, as the child clings to your newborn mate, I assume you are involved." He held out a hand and walked a few steps forward.

Edward gave Bella a look and then walked forward towards the Volturi member's.

Aro took Edwards's hand in his own, cupping it, reading his mind. Aro's face went through a series of emotions, before he dropped his hand and looked over at Renesmee and Bella again.

"I'd like to meet her." He said intrigued.

Edward hesitantly turned around and gave them a look, telling them to come forward. Bella grabbed Renesmee’s hand and began walking forward with Jacob by their side. After a few steps she stops and turns back to where Emmett stood with Rosalie. Without a word being said he starts walking with them to where Aro stood with Edward.

"Ah." Aro said as we all arrived. The smile on his face was big. "Young Bella." He elongated her name.

"Immortality becomes you." Aro listened to the sound of Renesmee’s beating heart, and laughed his high pitched sound.

"I hear her strange heart."

Renesmee looked up at Bella and she nodded. Reassuring her it was okay. Aro bent down slightly looking at her. Renesmee slowly walked away from Bella toward's him ready to show him everything, just as she'd done so many times before. Jacob let out a low growl.

Edward and Bella tensed, standing together.

Emmett stood ready to stop anyone in who had any idea's on harming her.

Aro's hand, went out toward's Renesmee, but she stayed serious and looked up at him ignoring his hand.

"Hello, Aro." Her sweet voice came out soft and serious.

Renesmee slowly moved her hand toward's Aro's face, confusing him for a moment, until she touched his cheek. His face showed complete amusement.

"Magnifico." Aro said softly. His face once full of wonder and curiosity, turned sullen and he backed away from her. Bella quickly stepped forward and pulled Renesmee back toward's her.

"Half mortal, half immortal. Conceived and carried by this newborn, while she was still human." He gestured back to me, speaking every word slowly.

"Impossible!" Caius scoffed. Jacob began snarling as Aro whipped his head around toward him. Edward, quickly ushering them all back toward's the family behind them.

"Do you think they fooled me, brother?"

Jacob snarled once before walking back with them. Which the Volturi found amusing. Caius never stopped gazing at Aro and called out behind him.

"Bring the informer forward." The guard brought Irina forward and everyone moved closer with them. She gave a sorrowful glance to her sister's.

"Is that the child you saw?" Caius asked, pointing a finger at them as they reached the rest of them family.

Irina looked at the small family before looking at the ground.

"I-I'm not sure."

"Jane." Caius called out to her, for her to use her gift's.

"She's changed." Irina said quickly. "This child is bigger." Her voice filled with emotion.

"Then your allegation's were false." Caius stated.

"The Cullen's are innocent. I take full responsibility for my mistake." Irina looked over to her sister's, Tanya and Kate, mouthing to them that she was sorry.

One of the guard member's, lit up a flame.

Everyone stood still watching as the following event's unfolded before them.

"Caius, no!" Edward shouted, realizing whatever it was before them all.

Felix, stepped forward and swiftly, took Irina's head from her body. Caius grabbing the flame and bringing it down on her body.

"Irina!" Tanya and Kate screamed for their sister. The two blonde's ran forward screaming in agony at them.

Many member's of the group attempted to grab them. Bella grabbed Renesmee and placed her on Jacob's back, putting the backpack she packed on her. Emmett dashed after Tanya and Eleazar tried to get Kate, only to be zapped away. Garrett came up behind her and wrapped his arm's around her tightly. She was shocking him with everything she had.

"Blind them." Emmett said to Zafrina.

Both Kate and Tanya immediately stopped struggling as hard, given that they couldn't see.

"Give me my sight back." Tanya shook with anger.

"Tanya, this is what they want. If you attack now, we'll die" Edward walked over and spoke softly to her.

As they try to calm the two sisters down, a clap of thunder is heard and a rain shower pours over Irina’s burning body. The rain successfully puts the fire out before Irina can turn to ash. Everyone stands absolutely still as this unfold in front of them. The sisters now being able to see, can see their sisters body that was still intact other than a few burns on the ground.

“Now that just wouldn’t do.” You say as you walk out of the woods line, your boots crunching on the snow.

Bella breathes your name out in horror.

“I swear Bells I can’t leave you alone for five minutes. I leave for school and you manage to bone a vampire and make a little hybrid.” You say as you shake your head in mock disappointment.

“Who is that?”

“Why is there a human here?”

Murmurs are heard across the clearing as you reach where Bella is standing.

“Now where is my niece that Dad told me all about.” You say before spotting Renesmee on top of Jacob.

“Ah there she is. She has your eyes Bells, but I believe we’ll have time for introductions later. Now I believe I have a body to retrieve.” You say as you turn and begin walking toward the Volturi.

“Wait. You can’t-“ Bella says trying to stop you.

“Bells trust me I can handle myself.” You say before continuing on your path. Your eyes trail over the line of menacing vampires. You knew very little about the Volturi, but you were able to figure out who was in charge. They all had matching red eyes, but that was the only matching feature. Your eyes trailed over the leaders, the first one was a tall man with long brown hair. His face looked like he was full of sorrow, and could turn to dust at any moment. The next one was an average height man with long black hair, and a sinister smile. And finally the last one was a blonde man that stood with a menacing look, but that look changed when your eyes met. Something felt like everything suddenly clicked into place.Caius’s piercing gaze locked onto yours, his usual icy demeanor faltering as something unspoken passed between you. His jaw tightened, his expression a storm of resistance and disbelief, but his eyes betrayed him, beneath the veneer of control, they burned with recognition.

You mentally shook yourself, wanting to stay focused on the task at hand.

“So it seems you have brought another human into the midst Carlisle.” The man with the black hair says as you slowly get closer. You let out a snort at his words as you stop a few feet away from them.

“A human you say. Well sorry you big disco ball, but I’m not human.” You say as you lean down and begin to pull Irina’s body towards you.

“How dare you-“ Alec says as black mist begins to leave his hands, but he stops when Aro raises his hand. You continue to pull Irina’s body making sure to grab her arms and head.

“Not a human you say. That makes things interesting then.” Aro says with a sinister smile and begins to step closer to you but is stopped by Marcus. Aro turns to his brother who was holding his hand out towards him. Aro quickly grabbed his hand like it was made of gold. As the two were distracted you motioned for the sisters of Irina to come and get her body. They sped over and took the body from you both giving you appreciative smiles. You give them a small nod as they move back to the other coven’s beginning to put their sister back together.

Aro's voice broke through the suffocating silence, that filled the clearing.

“The soulmate string,” he whispered, the words so soft they should have vanished into the air, yet they echoed like a bell tolling in the distance. He let’s go of Marcus’ hand and they turn to where you stood, not far from them. Your gaze followed theirs, drawn by something primal and magnetic, until you saw it, a shimmering thread of light, delicate yet unyielding, stretching from your chest to Caius. The string pulsed with a rhythm that mirrored your own heartbeat, radiating an ancient energy that defied comprehension. Gasps rippled through the clearing as Marcus’s gift allowed everyone to glimpse it, just for a moment, a bond that transcended centuries, lifetimes, and even the laws of their immortal existence. The thread shimmered like starlight, golden and iridescent, before it faded from view, leaving only the weight of its presence behind.

The clearing stayed tense between the groups,and with you right in the middle. Carlisle took a few steps forward looking at Aro.

"Aro, you see there's no law broken here."

Carlisle stated, ready to have everyone go

home.

"Agreed." Aro gave a slight smile. He licked his lips and tilted his head.

"But does it then follow that there is no danger?" He took a few steps forward. "For the first time in our history, humans pose a threat to our kind.Their modern technology has given birth to weapons that could destroy us." He looked back to the Cullen’s curiously.

"Maintaining our secret has never been more imperative." His words as he nodded caused most of the guard member's to smirk, making everyone all frown. "In such perilous times, only the known is safe.Only the known is tolerable, and we know nothing of what this child will become. Can we live with such uncertainty? Spare ourselves a fight today, only to die tomorrow."

You take a few steps back closer to where your sister stood, your body tense and prepared to fight. Edward perked up after a second looking to the woods next to them, gaining everyone’s attention. Out from the forest walked Alice and Jasper, side by side.

"Alice." Edward said quietly.

"Alice." Aro gasped in excitement.

Alice walked by giving Bella a knowing look, and giving you a small nod in greeting.

But they didn't stop to stand with the covens.

They walked straight over to the Volturi side. Met quickly by Demetri, stopping them from going any further.

"My dear, dear Alice, we're so glad to see you here, after all." Aro said happily.

"I have evidence that the child won't be a risk to our kind." Alice stated, trying to push through the guard members holding her back.

"Let me show you." She held out her hand as she spoke kindly.

"Brother." Caius said unsure. Aro motioned for her to be let through. Alice pushed away the guard members and walked over toward's Aro. Demetri slapped Jasper face as he tried to fight to go with her. Aro grapped Alice's hand quickly, being pulled into whatever her vision was, and he looked almost frightened. Everyone stood in their places, untouched as Aro slowly removed his hand from Alice's.

A terrified look crossed his face as he glanced around at all the people before him. Edward smirked, knowing Aro was terrified of Bella.

"Now you know." Alice growled. "That's your future. Unless you decide on another course."

"We cannot alter our course. The child still poses a grave threat." Caius stepped forward talking lowly to Aro.

"But what if you were sure she could remained concealed from the human world?"

Edward called out to them. "Could we leave in peace?"

"Of course. But that cannot be known."

Caius called back to him with a scowl.

"Actually it can." Edward said softly with a smile. Alice walked away from Aro smiling. Two figures emerged from the forest, which Alice and Jasper had come from. It was a younger man and woman. They walked all the way up to Alice and stood by her.

"I've been searching for witnesses of my own among the Ticuna tribes of Brazil. " Alice spoke softly.

"We have enough witnesses." Caius spat.

"Let him speak, brother.” Aro hushed him.

"I am half human, half vampire. Like the child."

The man named Nahuel said.

"A vampire seduced my mother, who died giving birth to me. My aunt, Huilen, raised me as her own. I made her immortal."

"How old are you?" Bella stepped forward calling out curiously.

"150 years." He looked back at Bella and smiled.

"At what age did you reach maturity?" Aro asked.

"I became full-grown seven year's after my birth. I have not changed since then." Nahuel replied Bella looked back up at Renesmee , reaching out and holding her hand. She smiled down at Bella, still on Jacob's back.

"And your diet?"

"Blood, human food. I can survive on either."

"These children are much like us." Marcus said amazed.

"Regardless, the Cullen's have been consorting with werewolves, our natural enemies." Caius stated. Aro turned and placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head.

Knowing what he had seen in Alice's vision, was not a chance Aro was willing to take.

Though, he had much more knowledge than before.

"Dear ones, there is no danger here. We will not fight, today." Aro said looking at the Volturi group. The outer part of the group beginning to retreat into the forest. As the the Upper and Elite guard begin to follow.

"We have them on the run. Now is the time to attack." Vladimir said walking up to Carlisle.

"Not today." He smiled happily at them.

"You're all fools! The Volturi might leaving. But they will never forgive what happened here." Stephan yelled. Everyone ignores them and you begin to walk towards your sister, wanting to officially meet your niece. The rest of the Volturi turn to leave when it happens. Vladimir and Stefan both speed towards you. Knowing that if they take you out then Caius will retaliate. Edward catches their thoughts and turns to you.

“Vladimir! Stefan! Don’t.” He yells, but they ignore him. They continue speeding towards you, but no one here knows what you are, well except for Alice and Aro who saw you in the vision. Vladimir reaches you first and his hand goes around your throat in a tight grip. Bella let’s go of Edward and speeds over to where Stefan was getting ready to join his partner. She grabs him by the back of his neck and slams into the ground, cracking as the vampires body comes in contact. The commotion behind them cause the retreating Volturi to halt and turn. Then suddenly and animalistic snarl is heard through the clearing, and everyone turns to the source. Caius. The vampire king stood there with fury etched onto his face as he sees his mate being held by her throat. He begins to take a step forward, but is stopped by Aro’s hand on his shoulder. He whips his head to his brother with a snarl. How dare Aro stop him from protecting his mate.

“Brother don’t. Just watch. Your mate will handle it.” Aro says calmly already knowing of your capabilities. Caius lets out on angry huff but turns to where you are. His hands clench tightly by his sides as he sees Vladimir’s grip on your throat.

“I suggest you let me go.” You say calmly your (e/c) clashing with red.

“Or what? You’re just a pathetic little human.” Vladimir says with a sneer as he grip begins to tighten. He expects you to cower in fear but you do the opposite and laugh. Dark thunder clouds begin to form in the sky strikes of lightning beginning to hit the ground surrounding the both of you.

“For the last time. I AM NOT A HUMAN. NOW ENCHANTIX.” You yell. A bright light surrounds you as you transform into your fairy form. Your regular clothes change in your fairy outfit that was a mix of black,blues,and silver. Your wings sprout out of your back, a combination of blue and silver. The storm clouds circle above the clearing as the air around you grows static. All of the vampires in the clearing look at you with awe and a little fear.

“You vampires really think you’re the most powerful supernatural creature. You think it all revolves around you.” As you speak you reach up with your hand,grabbing Vladimir’s arm, and fill him lightning. You could channel lightning into your body like Kate was able to.

“But here’s the thing. You really aren’t, I just fought a very powerful Dark Wizard before my sister called me. All creatures have weaknesses, and for you vampires its your cockiness. You believe yourselves to be invincible.” Vladimir’s hand falls from your throat as the lightning continues to pour into his body. His knees buckling causing him to kneel in front of you. You look towards Bella and you share a look with her. You tilt your head towards the Volturi as you grip Vladimir by the back of his neck. She nods as she realizes your idea, and the both of you begin to drag the Romanians to where the Volturi stand. As you both get closer Demetri and Felix break formation as soon as Aro nods. They meet you in the middle and each one grabs a Romanian holding them in front of the leaders.

You turn to Bella with a smile and bring her in for a hug.

“Go back to Edward Bells. You guys deserve to be happy. I’ll handle everything here.” You whisper into her ear as her arms come up to carefully hug you being mindful of your wings and her strength.

“Are you sure sis. They might hurt you.” She says her voice dripping with concern. You pull back with a smile and glance behind you to where Caius stood, his eyes glued to your form.

“I’ll be okay Bells now go be happy. And tell Wolf boy if he does anything to my niece I will drown him with rain.” You say, and Bella laughs with a smile.

“Keep in touch with me sis. I love you.” She says before speeding back to her family. Edward sends you a nod and a smile before the Cullens retreat with their allies. You send a nod back before your wings lift you off the ground and you fly to where the Romanians are kneeling in front of the kings.

“You know you guys never really had a chance with defeating them.” You say you circle above them.

“Its kinda sad that you had to wait for someone else to challenge them.” You were taunting them and they knew it as they both let out snarls.

“Now Now Cara Mia no need to rub salt in their wounds.” Aro says as he takes a step forward and you turn towards him.

“Hmph no one ever let’s me have any fun.” You say with a pout as you flutter above them.

“No need to pout la mia tempesta.” Caius says as he also takes a step forward. Your heart skipping a beat at the sound of voice, and seeing his smirk you knew he heard it. He walks closer to where you’re fluttering above the ground.

“Why don’t you come closer and help me rip their heads off their pathetic bodies.” You fly closer to the ground hovering above him before landing. He holds his hand out for you to take and you do.

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Chapter 6: The Steel Winner

Cato Hadley x reader

Warnings: sparing, weapons, blood, kills, violence, fear, dictatorship, it’s the Hunger Games lol

Word count: 1,751

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Y/N's pov

The screen had become a permanent fixture in Y/N's life. Days blurred together as the Games dragged on, filled with blood and rain and death. Her parents no longer tried to pull her away. She trained in the mornings, listless and robotic, but each afternoon and evening, she was back on the couch, eyes locked on the television, heart clenched in constant dread.

Clove had still been alive until two days ago.

Y/N could still hear her own scream echoing in her ears—raw, broken—as she watched Lucian drive a spear through her best friend’s chest. Clove had fought like hell, refusing to go down, even after he severed her arm. She had taken his hand in the fight, cut it clean off in one brutal strike, her last act of defiance.

Y/N had collapsed to the floor, sobbing, her fists slamming against the wooden panels of her living room.

Clove was gone.

Clove, her best friend, her sister in everything but blood.

She was gone, and all that remained in the arena were two boys—both from the Career alliance that had ruled the Games like gods among mortals. Cato from District 2. Lucian from District 1.

Selene had died the same day as Clove.

Y/N had watched in numb silence as Cato finally turned on the girl who had flirted with him so shamelessly. It was brutal—Cato had lured her in with the same smile, the same charm she had used on him. Then, when she had let her guard down, he struck.

No hesitation.

A sword through the chest.

Y/N didn’t know if it was revenge for Clove or just a final shedding of the act. Either way, Selene died staring at Cato with confusion, her hands clutching his shirt as she fell.

And now, only two remained.

Lucian, bloodied, one hand missing, barely able to hold his blade.

Cato, wounded at the thigh and side, soaked in rain and blood, breathing hard, but alive.

Y/N sat forward on the couch, her heart in her throat, barely able to breathe.

"Here we are, folks!" Caesar Flickerman's voice boomed through the speakers. "The final showdown of the 72nd Hunger Games! District 1 versus District 2. Two of the fiercest warriors we've seen in years!"

Claudius chimed in, voice reverent. "Cato looks like a storm—calculated, deadly. But Lucian? He’s not going down easy. That boy’s rage is burning hot. This could end in any direction."

Y/N didn’t blink.

The arena—once a city, now reduced to broken buildings overtaken by nature—was a battlefield. Rubble and ash littered the streets. Rain fell in slow, steady sheets, soaking through Cato’s dark clothes as he stalked forward. Lucian stood across from him, breathing hard, swaying slightly. His face was pale from blood loss, his severed arm wrapped tightly in what remained of his shirt.

They didn’t speak.

They just charged.

Cato’s sword met Lucian’s in a violent clash of steel. Lucian’s eyes were wild with fury, his movements sharp despite his injury. But he was slower now, weaker. Cato’s injuries were severe, but his stance remained firm. He fought like someone with something left to lose.

The sound of blades rang through the Capitol broadcast. Y/N’s nails dug into the armrest of the couch.

Lucian landed a shallow cut on Cato’s shoulder. Cato roared in pain and slammed the hilt of his sword into Lucian’s face, breaking his nose. Blood poured from both of them. It was vicious, relentless.

Lucian screamed, charging with a final burst of strength. But Cato ducked, pivoted, and in one brutal, final swing, drove his blade through Lucian’s gut.

Time stopped.

Lucian gasped. His sword clattered to the ground.

Cato didn’t let go. He twisted the blade once before pulling it free, stepping back as Lucian fell to his knees, and then face first into the mud.

Silence.

Then the arena erupted into the sound of trumpets and cannon fire.

"AND WE HAVE OUR VICTOR!" Caesar’s voice roared, overwhelmed with joy. "CATO OF DISTRICT 2 HAS WON THE 72ND HUNGER GAMES!"

Y/N sat frozen, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

Cato stood over Lucian’s corpse, his sword shaking in his grip, his eyes distant and hollow. The rain soaked him, blood pooling around his boots. His chest heaved, but he didn’t move.

He didn’t celebrate.

He just stood there.

And on the screen, the Capitol crowd went wild, chanting his name. A name Y/N had whispered in the dark. A name she had screamed into her pillow. A name she had cried for when he walked into that arena.

Cato.

Victor.

But Y/N couldn’t feel victory.

She felt like something inside her had shattered beyond repair.

Cato's POV

The pain was gone.

At least, the physical kind.

Capitol medicine had seen to that in less than twenty-four hours. The torn flesh in his thigh, the deep slice at his ribs, the cracked bone in his shoulder—all healed. He stood in front of the mirror in the lavish victor suite, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit that fit him like it had been sculpted directly onto his body. His hair was neat, face clean. Too clean. Too untouched for someone who had just bathed in blood and rain and death.

He didn’t recognize himself.

Behind him, Brutus leaned against the dresser with crossed arms, sharp eyes tracking him in the mirror.

“You remember what I said?” Brutus asked, voice calm but edged with steel.

Cato nodded, jaw clenched.

“No mercy. No empathy. You won because you're the strongest. Own it. You show them anything soft—regret, pain, heart—and they'll smell it on you. And then they’ll use you.”

Cato turned slightly. “They’ll sell me.”

Brutus didn’t look away. “If they think you’re pliable, if they see someone the citizens will want to touch, they'll put you up for auction. Maybe not right away. Maybe they’ll call it charity, or a celebration tour. But it’ll happen.”

Cato’s chest felt like it was caught in a vice.

“And if I act like a monster?” he asked.

Brutus’s lips curled in a grim smile. “Then they’ll fear you. And no one wants to touch a monster.”

Cato looked back at his reflection. The boy staring back wasn’t seventeen. He wasn’t even human anymore. He looked like a weapon carved out of victory and vengeance.

“Got it,” he said quietly.

Brutus stepped forward, placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Good. Don’t flinch. Don’t smile. And whatever you do, don’t look sorry.”

The prep team appeared minutes later, dousing him in expensive cologne, smoothing out every crease, brushing invisible specks from his jacket. Then it was time.

He walked the gleaming halls of the Capitol studio with silent footsteps, cameras already catching his entrance. The roar of the crowd from inside the studio was deafening. They chanted his name—Cato, Cato, Cato—as though he were a god.

As though he hadn’t just killed 23 other kids to be standing there.

Y/N's POV

Y/N couldn’t sit still.

She stood with her arms wrapped tightly around herself, just in front of the television in their living room. Her parents sat on the couch, silent, the air around them thick with tension. The moment Caesar Flickerman appeared on screen, dressed in a shimmering emerald suit, her stomach twisted.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you’ve all been waiting for—please welcome, the victor of the 72nd Hunger Games—CATO!”

The audience screamed. Lights burst across the screen. Cato walked out onto the stage like he owned it.

And in a way, he did.

He was beautiful in a way that made Y/N’s heart ache. But something was wrong.

His eyes.

They were empty.

No smile curled at his lips. No trace of the boy she had trained with, laughed with, spent the night with just days before the Reaping. He sat beside Caesar like a lion among sheep—cold, composed, calculating.

“Cato!” Caesar beamed. “You’ve had quite the journey! The highest score in training, you dominated the Careers, and now—you’re our champion! Tell us, how does it feel to be the victor of the 72nd Hunger Games?”

A long pause. Cato tilted his head slightly.

“Expected,” he said flatly.

The crowd laughed nervously. Caesar chuckled, brushing it off.

“Well, modesty certainly isn’t part of the package, is it?” Caesar joked. “Tell me—was there any moment in the Games where you thought, ‘this might be it’? Any moment where you were afraid?”

Cato leaned forward, one elbow on his knee.

“No.”

Caesar blinked. “No?”

“I’m from District 2. We train our whole lives for this. The moment I stepped into that arena, the only thing I saw was victory.”

Y/N’s breath caught. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

“I killed because that’s what I was there to do,” Cato continued. “And if I had to do it again, I’d make the same choices. I didn’t come to make friends. I came to win.”

Gasps and murmurs from the audience.

Y/N’s hands trembled. Her nails dug into her palms.

“Even with Clove?” Caesar asked gently. “She was from your district. She was your cousin and your ally.”

Cato’s face didn’t change. “Allies are temporary. I didn’t kill her, but if it had come to that, I would’ve.”

Y/N’s knees gave a little. She sat down on the floor without meaning to.

“And tell me this,” Caesar continued, voice more serious now. “Was there someone back home? Anyone special who you fought for?”

Cato hesitated.

Y/N leaned in.

His jaw tensed. Then he looked into the camera, eyes hard as granite.

“No.”

Laughter from some of the crowd. Others murmured.

But Y/N… she saw it. The flicker. The shift in his eyes.

He was lying.

He was lying, and it hurt him to say it. She could see it in the way he blinked a little too long, the way his hand twitched slightly on his knee.

He was protecting her.

Her heart ached in her chest, torn between pride and grief.

Caesar wrapped up the interview with charm and grandeur, ending it with: “Cato of District 2, the Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games, ladies and gentlemen!”

Applause thundered. Lights blazed.

Y/N sat in the dark of her living room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

He was alive.

But he wasn’t Cato anymore.

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Smoker’s Cheshire~

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

🃜 pairing : Smoker × AFAB! GN! Cheshire Cat! Reader

🃜 fandom: one piece × reader, Wonderland x reader

🃜 Summary: “Ahh thank you…”

“Smoker.” He grumbles out as he lights his cigars.

“Thank you Smoker for the help.” And this was the day you joined the marines, and also the day you became inseparable from Smoker.

(This is the Smoker version of my Cheshire cat! Reader series)

🃜 Word Count:4.5k

🃜 Warnings:cursing,injured reader, fighting, SMUT (Minors Do Not Interact). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my lovelies) Explicit Sexual Content. Punishment,Oral (Female Receiving), PIV, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink, Biting, Possessiveness , Choking, Aftercare (because that’s important)

🃜 Requests: Open

𓉸ྀི ✩₊˚.☪︎ ⁺₊✧

Curses are heard as as the G-5 division makes there way through the village. The lead they had turning out to be false,and now they are just trying to leave this mad house. The island that they ended up on was a maze of madness the villagers not being any help. Now they are just trying to make their way back to the ship so they can leave the island. They all stop when they hear a mad cackle and they see a girl with long blonde hair, a blue dress with what looks like a white apron on the front,and black shoes with white socks standing at the base of a tree.

“Byyyyy the way if you’d really like to know he went that way.” You jump down from the tree with both hands pointing in each direction. You were on the shorter side standing at 5’6 with (h/l) purple and pink hair that brings out your bright yellow cat eyes. You had on a purple shirt ,and a pair of black pants that were tucked into black boots.

The girl looks at you in confusion not noticing the small audience you have gained.

“Who did?”

“The White Rabbit.”

“He did?” The girl asks with a look of hope.

“He did what?” You say in confusion.

“Went that way?”

“Who did?” You tilt head keeping up the confusion.

“The White Rabbit.”

“What rabbit?”

“But didn’t you just say. I mean …Oh dear.”

You smile wide before disappearing in front of the girl then reappearing behind her hanging upside down on a branch.

“Vice Admiral should we interfere.” Tashigi whispers.

“No let’s see what happens so far they are justing messing with the girl no harm has been done.” Smoker replies as he let’s out a puff of smoke.

“Can you stand on your head?” You let out a small laugh before swinging yourself over the branch to sit on it.

“However if I were looking for a White Rabbit. I’d ask the Mad Hatter.”

“Mad Hatter? Hmm no no I-I-I don’t-“

“Orrr there’s the March Hare in that direction.” You point in a random direction.

“T-Thank you.I think I shall visit him.”

“Of course he’s mad too.” You say as you prop your head up with your hand.

“But I don’t want to go among mad people.” The girl stomps her foot against the ground as you swing down from the branch landing in front of her.

“Oh you can’t help that most everyone’s mad here.” You begin laughing as the girl runs off.

“Ahh that never gets old.” You say as you stretch.

“You can come out now I know you are there.” You say before turning in the direction where the marines were standing. You see the group of people slowly coming out and you rake your eyes over them before they stop on the person at the front. He was tall, incredibly handsome and very muscular he had slicked back white hair, brown eyes and a scar that started at his hairline and end by his right ear. He is wearing a large thick white and blue specialist marine jacket which he keeps open, with greenish fur lining the neck, wrists, and hem. On top of what he is wearing he has the traditional Marines' military coat over his attire, draped over his shoulders like a cape and with a jitte strapped to his back. And to top of his look he’s wearing brown leather gloves, blue jeans with a brown belt, and large military-issue brown leather boots. Overall he was hot.

“Well Well if it isn’t the marines.”You say as you circle the group.

“Let me guess you were told the Strawhats were here.” You say before you stop in front of the woman in the group. She is wearing a floral button-down shirt, blue capris, dark pink gloves with a white trim, and dark pink boots.

“This has happened before.”

“Yes it has. You are the third group of marines who have been lead here. Honestly you need to stop listening to the leads. They are coming from Buggy the Clown.” You say as you look at your nails slowly becoming bored.

“Tashigi you didn’t say the information came from that crazy clown pirate.”

“I-I didn’t know commander they didn’t tell where it came from.” You look back and forth between the bickering pair as a laugh bubbles up.

“Oh this is hilarious. I swear you marines never learn. Buggy likes sending you guys here hoping that the Queen of Hearts will behead you. This island is called Wonderland. That’s why you don’t get much help from the villagers.”

You say before disappearing in front of the group momentarily. They look around in surprise trying to find you. Before they can move you reappear in front of Smoker.

“Listen the Queen knows you are here and she doesn’t like it. I’ll help you get back to your ship if you take me with you.”

“How do we know you’re not tricking us.” Smoker says as he narrows his eyes.

You let out a sigh and roll your eyes before holding out your wrists.

“I know you have sea prism cuffs. So put them on me. I’ll lead you to the ship and get you away from here.”

“Commander I say we trust them. It’s the only way we’ll get off this island.” Tashigi says eyeing you out of the corner of her eye.

“Fine.” Smoker grumbles before he pulls out the cuffs and slaps them on your wrists. You keep yourself steady as you feel the cuffs drain you. Your hair slowly becoming duller and your eyes loosing their shine.

“Lead the way.” Smoker says and you roll your eyes before turning and walking down the trail. You lead them through the small patch of woods before you reach the next village.

“What devil fruit do you have if you don’t mind me asking?” Tashigi asks as she falls into step beside you.

“I have the neko-neko no mi fruit model : cheshire. I usually have cat ears and a tail but those only come out when I’m using my full powers.” You respond as you continue down the path that leads to the docks.

“Well here we are now take me with you and you’ll get away without the queen knowing.” You hold your wrists out waiting for the cuffs to be taken off.

“No we won’t be taking those off till we are sailing away from this island.” Smoker says as he lets out a puff of smoke. You huff and roll your eyes.

“Fine I suggest we get on the ship now I see the Queen’s soldiers coming this way.” And with that sentence all of G-5 spurs into action. You are ushered onto the ship and they get sails ready and before you know it you are finally sailing away from Wonderland.

“Finally I’m free from that island.” You say with your signature smile on your face.

“Why did you help us so easily.” You turn and see the white haired man in front of you.

“I wanted to get away. Years ago the kingdom was actually peaceful before the Queen of Hearts took over the people of Wonderland were able to live in peace and not worry about being beheaded. The queen of hearts actually has a sister ,the White Queen, she has been trying to stop her sister, but as you can tell it hasn’t happened yet. And when you appeared I figured it was finally time to help the marines and maybe get a way off the island. Now can I please have these taken off. I can’t exactly escape since we are surrounded by sea water.”

Smoker eyes you before he takes the cuffs off. You’re hair regains its vibrancy and your eyes brighten back up as you activate your floating.

“Ahh thank you…”

“Smoker.” He grumbles out as he lights his cigars.

“Thank you Smoker for the help.” And this was the day you joined the marines, and also the day you became inseparable from Smoker.

*4 months later.*

Curses fill the air as the doctor stitches up your wound. You would normally be able to heal it but a piece of sea prism stone ended up in the wound so you had to see the doctor to get it removed then stitched up so when your healing abilities kicked in it would heal good.

The door opened and Tashigi stepped through with that scolding look on her face.

“You have to be more careful, Ches!” She huffed stepping up to you worriedly. Being only two women in G-5 you had grown close since they took you from Wonderland.

“It’s just a scratch.” You mused watching her eyes narrow at you. She was not amused one bit by your playfulness and apparently, your Vice Admiral wasn’t either. Considering you had disobeyed his direct order, but it ended up helping you catch the criminals.

It was as if he appeared out of thin air, you definitely didn’t notice him behind your friend. Materializing out of nowhere was something he could actually do with his devil fruit powers. Your constant recklessness tended to get on his nerves sometimes.

“You got hit with Sea Prism Ches, I know you’re a bit mad but that doesn’t mean you need to be reckless.” Tashigi continues to scold you not taking notice of Smoker behind her.

His white hair slicked back and buzzed at the sides making his already sharp facial features look more savage. His dark eyes always seemed aware of everything around him no matter how much he drank or how busy he was. His shirt and jacket always hung open showing off the toned chiseled chest that could rival the description of Greek gods. Several battle scars lined the thick muscle. Even though he had a belt slung around his waist his jeans hung just low enough to make a girl think sinful thoughts. He also had another scar over his face making him look even more menacing. His large hands were covered with the thick brown gloves he always wore. He gave you the impression of a delinquent funnily enough.

“Chessur my office when you are done here.” He said gruffly before turning on his thick boot and strutting off. His voice did something to you, sent shivers down your spine and heat began to bloom in your core.

Tashigi watched him go, a grimace on her face. You winced knowing you were going to get yelled at.

“Serves you right.” Tashigi snapped and you offered her an apologetic grin. When the doctor finished she escorted you to your fate.

“Do you want me to wait for you?” She asked hovering near the door you were about to knock on. “No, I have the slight feeling it’s going to be a while.” You sighed and knocked on the door as she strutted down the hall.

The door swung open quicker than you anticipated. He stood there with two cigars clenched between his teeth. He stepped back allowing you to enter, the tension from his annoyance was almost palpable. The door shut behind you and the unmistakable click of the latch shutting had you jumping.

“Vice Admiral Smoker I..” you choked on your apology when he spun facing you, cocking one eyebrow and crossing his arms over his massive chest. You were in trouble, you thought to yourself swallowing hard. His large hand, void of his usual gloves, grabbed your wrist and turned your arm assessing your wound.

“You what?” He asked voice gruff and deep. He released your arm opting to grab your chin and tilting your gaze up to meet his. You face flushes red as you fight the urge to fade away.

“I am umm sorry sir.”

“Are you sorry for disobeying me or sorry you are in trouble for it?” He asked, a puff of smoke clouded your face and he didn’t let go of your chin. Your hesitance alone was enough to answer his question. “We caught the criminals..” you started.

“Do you think I want to see my men hurt? Do you think that your life or any of my men’s lives are worth reckless sacrifices? There were other ways to accomplish this end goal.” He cut you off, his tone scolding as he reprimanded you. You honestly expected yelling. “No sir, I don’t think you want to see that or that their lives are worth reckless sacrificing.” You breathed, his eyes narrowed searching your face. In the short 4 months you’ve been in the marines you grew close to G-5 and they became like your family.

“That was childish, don’t ever pull a stunt like that around me again . I’m still debating on your punishment.” He murmured, tilting your gaze up to meet him again. His voice was alluring, rough, and deep. You nodded, unable to find your voice especially when he was touching you like this. He pulled those finished cigars from his lips and flicked them into the ashtray on his desk his gaze never breaking from yours.

“What are you doing to me…” it was clearly a thought not meant to be uttered aloud. Your cheeks burned

“Sir..” your eyes widened as he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours. You expected his lips to be dry and rough, but they were warm and smooth against yours. The slightest taste of smoke filled your mouth as his tongue forcefully commanded entrance. You stepped closer now flush against his chest, his other hand resting on your lower back holding you in place.

It was so wrong, he was your superior but it only made you want him more. That dominating, commanding, intimidating man. His arms slipped around your waist lifting you effortlessly off the ground. He strolled to the adjoining private hall that led directly to the captain's quarters. The door closed behind him and you were practically tossed on the bed with him following quickly. He was between your thighs, your legs clenching around his waist. The growing undeniable bulge in his pants pressed against you.

His large hands slid under the hem of your uniform. They were rough and callous but you liked how they felt on your skin. He looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration as he tried to catch his breath and make sense of it as much as you were.

“You need to leave,” he whispered harshly.

“Is that an order?” You gasped between ragged breaths. “I have a bad track record at following orders.” You reminded him. If anything could make Smoker look more intimidating it was how feral your words made him.

“Then maybe you should be punished.” He says as he towers over you. Everything in your core tightened.

The snaps on your uniform couldn’t have been undone any faster. He tossed the material away as if it offended him working on your pants next you lifted your hips just enough that they could be removed before he was between your legs again. His aching bulge pressed against your arousal-soaked panties. His coat and admiral attire was carelessly tossed on the floor with his pants, shoes, and anything else in the way of his goal. Both of you were stripped of everything but your underwear.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before, the man couldn’t even be considered covered in his usual day with how he wore his uniform. His muscles on his six’ ten frame had you drooling. From his shoulders past his thighs, the man was pure god-like. Including well endowed, so well endowed in fact you were hesitant on whether or not you could take something that big.

The thought was fleeting as his hands caressed your hips and his lips brushed against your jaw. He began tracking kisses to your neck, and you sighed contently, tilting your head to give him better access. His hands slipped beneath you, unclasping your bra and pulling it from your body. Lips returned greedily to suck and kiss at your neck. You whimpered as his teeth sank into the junction of your neck and shoulder sucking harshly. There was no way there wouldn’t be a mark later.

“Smoker!” You gasped surprised as his large warm hands groped your breasts. The rough pad of his thumbs teased your nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and licked at the spot he left on your neck.

You arched your back into his touch earning a soft throaty groan in response when your pussy pressed to his clothed cock. His mouth traveled down leaving heated wet kisses across your skin until he reached your nipples. He sucked one into his mouth and a sharp cry left your lips.

His gaze flicked to yours as he licked it before moving to torment the other one. Your hands fisted in the sheets below you until he was satisfied and continued his kisses down your ribcage, your stomach, your hips, and finally your thighs biting and marking an erotic path along your skin.

He took his time with your thighs, holding them open eyes connecting with yours. It sent shivers down your spine. Despite his demeanor, he, unfortunately, had an iron will and the utmost patience as he took his time with you. Finally removing your panties, his eyes hungry. The sight of him between your legs and still towering over you caused a new wave of heat to pool in your abdomen.

Smoker lowered his mouth to your dripping slit tongue swiping a long slow stripe through the wetness. You almost screamed hips bucking in a pitiful attempt to get more. You squirmed and writhed beneath him. His tongue lapped at your clit, firm circles before sucking it into his mouth. It was almost enough to throw you over the edge.

One hand gripped your hip holding it firmly, the other had its fingers teasing your entrance. You bucked again as he slowly inserted one finger into your wetness. “Oh god, yes please right there!” You gasped as a second joined the first. He scissored them inside you stretching you for him. Curling them forward until they pressed and rubbed against that spot inside you that had you squirming.

His broad shoulders kept you from moving and the more intense the pleasure became the more you wanted to move. A third finger joined the other two without much resistance and your moans and mewls filled Smoker’s captains quarters. Your toes curled as you fought to keep your control over yourself. Your hand fisted in his hair tugging at the strand against your better judgment.

He hummed his approval sending shockwaves through your clit. “I’m gonna cum!” You whined arching into his touch, his mouth as he absolutely devoured you. The knot in your core unraveled as you lost every ounce of control you attempted to hold onto.

Smoker’s cool gaze watched you as you lost control. Writhing in pleasure, sounds, and incoherent babbles leave your mouth. You couldn’t come down from your high all the way because he kept firmly teasing your clit with his tongue mercilessly. “Smoker please!” You whined pushing at his shoulder, he grabbed your wrist pinning your arm to the mattress.

“I’m not done with my meal.” He murmured roughly and sucked your clit back into his mouth. Your eyes rolled as the knot formed again, building much quicker than the last time. You whined as he pinned your wrist effortlessly and the other hand was still teasing your entrance again.

“Be a good girl and hold still.” He murmured darkly. You cried out again helpless beneath his touch as you came again. Body trembling from over-sensitivity. When you came down from your second high he finally released you, letting your body calm. He licked his lips, your arousal coated his chin, eyes still hungry, and cock impossibly hard.

“I need to disobey your orders more often if that’s my punishment.” You gasped breathlessly. He smirks as his large hand wraps around your throat. With how big his hand is it fully wraps around your neck and this has your eyes rolling back slightly.

“Who said it was over little one?” He grunted. Your eyes widened and you bit back a yelp as he grabbed your hip roughly rolling you over. He grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and puts it under your hips, his hand moves to the back of your neck and he pushed the upper part of your body to the bed. Carefully arching your body so he can have it pinned perfectly to fuck you. Smoker shifted to pull his boxers off then positioned himself again between your thighs from behind. His hands rubbed your ass squeezing the plushness of it in his hands.

“Maybe I should spank you, ensure you have learned your lesson, little one.”

He breathed, his hands massaging your ass debating on following through with his words. Something inside you was desperately turned on by that. You bite your lip digging your fingers into the edge of the mattress.

The head of his cock brushed against your aching clit before he thrust all the way forward coating his length in your wetness. You were quickly reminded of how large he was. “Smoker I uh..” you swallowed hard wondering if he could hear your heart pounding.

He leaned forward, his larger body covering yours easily. One hand on the mattress next to your shoulder, the other supporting himself on the headrest, his lips at your ear. “I would never hurt you if you haven’t noticed you are rather precious to me. That’s why I am so annoyed at your recklessness.” He murmured. His words made your heart throb, had he always felt like this?

The head of his cock nudged your entrance and you moaned softly at the stretch. Your back arched the pillow keeping your hips angled up as he entered you slowly. “So big- Smoker I c-can’t.” You bite your lip sucking in a stuttering breath.

“Your so tight sweetheart, you can take it. You are doing so well.” He praised in your ear pressing a kiss to your temple, his hips paused letting you adjust to his thick long cock. His praise did something to you, penetrated your apprehensive brain and you clenched the sheets. Inch by delicious inch he filled you slowly, carefully to the brim until he was balls deep inside you. Your moans cut off in the mattress worried you would be too loud if you lifted your head.

Smoker was such a large man you felt so small and helpless beneath him.

“You're doing such a good job little one” He crooned in your ear, it was like all the pressure forced the air from your lungs “Relax and breathe, nice and easy.”

His voice alone, his praises, deep and gruff could have you cumming. Your stretched walls fluttered around his cock clenching and he groaned low in his throat. If he didn’t move soon you would combust.

“Smoker, I’m okay, just please move.”

He was slow, deliberate, as he moved his hips back and slowly guided them forward into you. You moaned loudly into the mattress. “Good girl, squeezing me so tight.” He whispered as he maintained that pace inside you for a bit before speeding up. You moan into the mattress and pushed back against him as he thrusts into you mercilessly. The sounds of his body meeting yours, lewd wet noises filling the room again as you cried out. His fingers dug into your plush hips holding you still for him with one hand as his other hand massaging your ass before he lifts up his hand and then brings it back down. You let out a loud moan into the bed as his hand makes contact with your ass. He smirks as brings his hand back down again watching you jerk against him.

“I know it feels so good, doesn’t it little one.” He murmured as he slid his hand into your hair and tugged your head up forcing you to arch your back more. “You sound so needy, fuck you are so needy for this cock.“

“Ye-yes,” you choked out in a sob, it was so overwhelming, intense pleasure that he brought you to over and over again.

“You want me to ruin you for anyone else huh?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes, Smoker please!” You begged,he smirks and wraps his hand back around your throat as he drapes himself over your body successfully pinning you between the bed and him. This new angle cause him to go deeper as your hips stay in the air. Your eyes roll back as he lightly squeezes his hand around your throat added with the weight of his body.

“Gonna cum for me little one. Gonna cum on my cock like a good girl.” The air felt like it had been pushed from your lungs. Leaving you to make incoherent whimpers and moans. His other hand worked its way between your thighs rubbing at a brutal pace against your clit. His other hand held you steady as he slammed into your dripping cunt.

His name left your throat as a stutter breathy moan. “That’s it, good girl, cum on my cock just like you did on my fingers.” He groaned as you clenched around him. His aching member throbbing inside you. You clutched the sheets letting out an embarrassingly loud pornographic moan. You gushed so hard all over his cock it ran down both your thighs.

“You are making such a mess. You like it when I ruin you, darling , only like this for me.” He groaned low in his throat as he continued fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby squeezing my cock you naughty little thing. I’m going to fill your little pussy so full so you won’t ever forget who you belong to.” He groaned as he hurried his cock, bottoming out inside you.

Your throat was raw only able to make a soft strangled moan as he filled you. His release filling your tight cunt. “That’s a good girl,” he groaned, “take every last drop for me, this sweet little cunt belongs to me,” his voice was harsh as he slowed his thrusts easing his cock out of you. You slump against the bed as you pant trying to catch your breath. You let out a soft whine when you feel something cold against your sore cunt.

“Shh Chessur I’m cleaning you up.” When he’s down wiping you down he pulls the pillow from under your hips and climbs into the bed with you. His arms slip around your waist and he pulls you back against him.

“You okay Chessur didn’t hurt you did I.”

“Yes I’m okay but..are you going to punish me like that every time?” you asked slyly and he arched an eyebrow at you. “You're asking for it, little one.” He muttered, tugging you close by the hip and kissing you deeply. You could definitely get used to this type of punishment.

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