especially on the second gif

As Rogue One has finally been released and everyone is drowning in feelings, we’d like to use the week of April 10th to April 16th to finally host a RebelCaptain Appreciation Week, dedicated to celebrating our favorite tragic power duo: Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor.

We are launching this appreciation week in collaboration with the amazing @rebelcaptainprompts, who graciously created all the writing prompts you see below, and who will be an additional source of promotion for works.


  • Day One: Favorite Scene(s) || Writing Prompt: Family
  • Day Two: Song Day || Writing Prompt: Comfort
  • Day Three: Tropes || Writing Prompt: Undercover
  • Day Four: AU of your choice || Writing Prompt: Nerve
  • Day Five: Quote Day || Writing Prompt: Home
  • Day Six: Diego Luna and Felicity Jones Appreciation || Writing Prompt: Hope
  • Day Seven: Free day || Bonus prompt: Future

We know that this is a bit short notice, so we will be having a MAKEUP WEEKEND: April 22nd-April 23rd. If you’re unable to participate during this time or miss one of the days, please post your works during that weekend so that we can reblog them.

Please use this week to celebrate Jyn and Cassian in any way you want to, whether it’s making gifs, graphics, mixes or fanvids, writing fic or meta, creating fanart, etc. Also, because we know that appreciation weeks sometimes skew towards visual work, we included a second writing prompt (thanks again to @rebelcaptainprompts​​ for them) to help get those creative juices flowing.

Don’t feel limited by the intention of the prompt - if you’d like to write meta about your favorite scenes, or make a gifset about ‘comfort’, go ahead! Feel free to fill both prompts on each day. Feel free to complete a prompt for both Jyn and Cassian! The point is to create as much positive Jyn x Cassian related material as possible.

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Thanks for making it through to the end of the post :) Feel free to message us with any comments, questions or concerns. We hope you guys have a lot of fun and we look forward to seeing what wonderful things you will create!

Scott: *Pops top out of champagne bottle.*

Champagne bottle: *Bubbles up and overflows.* 

Scott: *Realises what’s happening* Oh shit! 

Me: Scott, sweetheart, what did you think was gonna happen?

Can you do bedroom sex but with your parents downstairs?


“But what if they won’t like me? Haven’t you seen any movies? The dad hates the boyfriend.” Jungkook said as we walked up to my parents’ house. I took his hand in mine and gave it a squeeze.

“But there are movies where the family loves the boyfriend.” I reassured him. He gave me a weak smile and I stood on my tip toes just a bit to peck his cheek. He smiled as I pulled away and cupped my face with his hand, bringing me in for a kiss.

When the door opened, we looked to see my little sister holding the door.

“Were you about to kiss?” She asked, cocking her head to the left. I scrunched my nose at her and ruffled her hair, as if to distract her.

“Lana, this is Jungkook.” I said, pinching her cheek. She swatted my hand away and made a face.

“Hi Lana. Your sister told me a lot about you.” Jungkook said, bending down onto one knee.

“Your name is weird.” She said.

“Lana!” I scolded. Jungkook laughed.

“It is. But hey, you can call me Kookie if you want.” He suggested. Lana’s eyes lit up and she jumped onto him, surprising him and making us both laugh.

“I like Kookie!” She squealed. Jungkook patted her back and carried her into the kitchen, where my mom was setting down some plates.

“My baby is finally home.” She said, rushing over to hug me.

“Hi mom. This is Jungkook.” I said, introducing her.

“My my! How handsome he is.” She said, taking Lana from him. He blushed and stuttered a thank you.

“His name is Kookie!” Lana said, struggling to get down.

“Only you can call me that.” He told her. She nodded and ran off. Probably to get her toys.

“Where’s dad?” I asked, taking mine and Jungkook’s coats to the coat rack.

“Behind you.” A voice said. I turned and saw him, smiling in his suspenders and flannel.

“Papa!” I shouted, rushing to hug him. He chuckled and hugged me, placing a kiss onto my forehead.

“How’s my girl been?” He asked.

“Good. I want you to meet Jungkook.” I said, going over to Jungkook and having them meet. My father looked him up and down and I heard Jungkook swallow.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stuttered, shaking his hand. My father stared him down until they shook hands, my father earning a smile onto his face.

“Strong grip! You picked a good one.” My father said, engulfing Jungkook into a hug. Jungkook yelped and I snickered.


“So Jungkook, my little girl tells me you’re in a band.” My father asked him as we sat in the living room. Lana and Jungkook were playing with her toys and he froze.

“I am. With 6 other members.”

“Can we hear you sing?” My mother asked enthusiastically.

He looked at me and I shrugged. He sighed and stood up, clearing his throat and wiping his hands in his pants. He looked down and then back up, a nervous smile on his lips.

“I’m a born singer jom nujeobeorin gobaek, i swear. Eonjena meolgiman haesseotdeon singiruga nun ape isseo, yeogi isseo…”

He was nervous at first, but loosened up when I smiled at him, letting his vocals chords do what they were meant to do. He finished and my parents applauded him, my mom touching her heart.

“You’re good.” My father said, patting his back as Jungkook came to sit by me. I intertwined our fingers and he smiled. I looked and my parents were watching us.

“Remember when we were like that?” My mother asked my father. He chuckled.

“We didn’t have manners like they do.”

I rolled my eyes, smiling and stood up.

“Come on Kookie, let’s get ready for bed.” I told him. He nodded and thanked my parents again for letting him come visit. They smiled and nodded, watching us sneak off to my room.

I locked the door and flopped onto my bed, the coolness of it making me sigh. Kookie smiled and joined me.

“Told you they would like you.” I smiled, facing him. He sighed.

“I was nervous. I was going to excuse myself to brush my teeth. Your father is intimidating.” He said. I kissed his nose and he scrunched it up.

“I’m going to change.” I said, getting up. He nodded and went towards his bag, to do the same thing. I can our from the bathroom and saw him shirtless, his arm behind his head as he looked at my ceiling. He turned when he heard me and made a face and touched his heart.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re still beautiful.” He groaned. I rolled my eyes and joined him on the bed, sitting on top of him.

“I like this position.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’re gross Kookie.” I giggled and got off of him, only to have him sit on top of me. I whined and he shut me up with a kiss.

“You can’t keep shutting me up with kisses.” I said, as he pulled away.

“Why not. They’re fun.” He said in-between our kisses.

He moved down to my neck and I let out a sigh. His hands roamed my sides, brushing against my chest and then back to my sides. I felt something against my thigh and giggled.

“What?” He asked. I raised an eyebrow and he smirked.

“You make me like this.” He said, kissing me, his tongue licking my bottom lip for entrance. His hands felt their way up into my shirt and stayed near my stomach.

“Don’t be shy.” I whispered in his ear, nibbling onto it.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said, his voice hitching in his throat as I took his hands and placed them on my chest.

“I know you won’t.” I said as I let him massage my chest, earning a small moan escape. He kissed my neck, sucking below my earlobe. My hands roamed his torso, tugging at his sweat bottoms. We got them off and he lifted my shirt up, leaving kisses down from my collarbone down to my navel, and back up.

I undid my bra and he bit his lip. He kissed me and started to slowly make his way down, stopping at my chest. He took a breast in his mouth, flickering his tongue around, making me bite my lip. His other hand roamed my thighs, massaging them and just feeling them.

He brought his lips back to mine and smirked, slowly pulling my panties down.

“Who knew the Golden Maknae would be this excited?” I teased. He smirked again and leaned down to my ear.

“You have no idea.” He said, slipping a condom on and thrusting into me. I gripped the sheets and was about to scream when he covered my mouth.

“Shh. I hear someone coming.” He whispered, still covering my mouth. There was a knock on the door.

“Do you guys need any blankets?” My mother’s voice called out. Jungkook let go of my mouth for me to answer.

“We’re good. Thanks.”

“Okay well goodnight you guys. We’re in the room next door if you need anything.” She said, leaving. Jungkook looked back at me and kissed my lips, biting them both.

“I guess I need to keep this here so you don’t disturb your parents sleeping.” He said, his hand still on my mouth.


He thrusted into me, making me arch my back.

“I told you. You had no idea.” He growled, as I hugged my legs around him, bringing him closer. He sucked on my neck, the same spot that would easily be hidden with my hair and continued to thrust into me.

Every thrust was different, meaning he hit a different angle, driving me crazy. He hit one angle which made me scream into his hand, making him smile.

He continued to hit that angle and I felt my whole body shake like never before. I moaned against his hand, hot from the heat of my mouth.

“You need to be quieter Jagiya..” he said in my ear, a moan afterwards escaping his lip. I bit his hand and he chuckled in my ear.

“You don’t want your parents knowing what I do to their little girl hm?” he asked, rocking his hips into me harder and faster. I bit my lip and he covered my mouth again, moans escaping my mouth like water. His moans filled my ear, soft and low, making me wild.

I could feel my walls closing and I arched my back, causing Kookie to bite my neck. I arched my back one last time, moaning out my climax.

“Jagiya…” he moaned, his pace slowing down. He slid out and was going to finish himself off when I climbed on top of him, kissing his neck.


“Shhh. Don’t ‘jagiya’ me.” I smirked, kissing my way down from his neck to his torso, leaving a soft trail of kisses against the crevices on his stomach. He placed a hand to his face, his bottom lip tucked underneath his teeth as I licked his member.

He let out a soft moan, making me smile. I took him in my mouth and let my tongue do the work, him bucking his hips upward every once in a while.

I took him in deep and pulled out, licking his head and the juice seeping out. I continued, slowly tasting him until he let loose, making me swallow everything.

“That was… New.” he breathed. I shrugged.

“It’s not like I’ve never given you one before.” I said, heading to the bathroom to clean up. He joined me, a new set of pajamas in hand. I smiled and took them, grabbing my toothbrush.

“But never like that. Especially after our second time of doing it.” he said sheepishly. I smiled to myself. It was true. He wasn’t wrong.

We’ve only had sex once, and that was for his 18th Birthday. For the next two years, we’ve only done oral because we wanted to wait for marriage. Some were amazing and some were just quickies, mainly him. Especially before he left for tour.

He knew I never liked that stuff, especially when it’s me that’s getting worked on. Once in a while I’ll want it, but he knows I like pleasing him and he knew what he was doing.

Except for his first time doing it. I chuckled to myself as I rinsed my mouth out, my clothes already on.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I was remembering the first time we did anything. Remember? We were alone and one thing led to another.”

“I remember us being nervous as hell. We didn’t know what we were doing but to us it was amazing.” he laughed, rinsing his mouth out as well. I headed to the bed, instantly tired from everything.

“I’m glad your parents didn’t hear. Especially your dad. He would have killed me.” Kookie yawned. I chuckled and yawned, resting my head on his shoulder.

“He would have.” I said looking up at him. He looked down at me and I laughed.

“I wouldn’t have let him though.” He smiled and kissed me, resting his head in mine as we drifted to sleep


A/N: Again, I’m so sorry with the slow updates, school’s a binch and I’m trying to survive. I’ll try my best to post at least one chapter a week for you all, but there’s no promises ): Again, I’ll try my best to get these up for you all to read! Thank you for understanding, enjoy :)

Word Count: 4.2K+

Warning: Profanity…angst-y

It had been a little over half a day since your incident, you still lying unconscious on the cot as Kylo had took time from his work to visit you here and there in case you had woken up. At first, he did it with the thought of scolding you the moment you’d slip back into consciousness, telling you how stubborn and selfish you were being; but then he realized how cruel and heartless that must’ve seemed, and at the moment, he really couldn’t act such way especially after the argument. So he decided he’d be by your side the moment you had awakened just to see if you were okay. Although he couldn’t be by your side the whole day, he made sure almost everyone in the med bay would notify him the moment you were snapping back to reality.

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Spencer Reid imagine

Daydreaming was a curse for me especially in a job were I couldn’t afford to dream for a second. Yet here I was at my desk tapping my pen staring off into space,well more like staring at Spencer whilst he talked to Derek about the case.

Doctor Spencer Reid the smartest guy I’ve ever known and here I am just dreaming about him,god I’m twenty four and here I am with a school girl crush on one of the team members.

“You know it’s rude to stare” I jumped out of my daydream when I hear Garcia’s voice in my ear. I turn to face her a smirk creeping on her face “it’s adorable though how you’re seriously crushing on Reid” I shake my head turning my attention back to Reid.

“It’s annoying because I’m me and he’s well Spencer boy genius with a big heart and help me Garcia” I pled to her but she just laughs making me go red.

“Listen to me Y/N first of all you being you is why everyone on the team loves you all right you’re awesome trust me I know awesome when I see it,plus Reid is totally crushing on you as well so just go for it all right” she gives me a wave after that heading back to her bat cave.

I sigh running my hands through my hair get a grip Y/N. I look back up to where he had been talking to Morgan only to be greeted with an empty space,right back to work I pick up my pen and flip through the case file checking to make sure we hadn’t missed anything.

“Um hi Y/N” I froze at his voice taking a deep breath and turn to face him.

“Hey Reid” I say looking up at the tall boy from my chair, “what’s up?” I ask seeing the look of panic on his face.

“I was well I was um wondering if you would like to go on a date with me” his voice came out rushed and frantic. But I understood everything he said and it made my heart flutter.

“I’d love too Spencer” I say ducking my head a little trying to hide my pink cheeks from the rest of the team who were watching from the brake room.

“I’ll completely understand,wait did you say you’d love too” his face was as bright as mine I just nodded looking up at him. “That’s actually really great Y/N I promise I’ll make it the best date you’ve ever been on”

“I’m sure you will Spencer,but we got a case to solve before that” I say pointing down to the file on my desk knowing how we couldn’t be caught up in the moment too much.

“Of course,I’m just gonna go back to my desk but I look forward to our date” and with that he placed a kiss on my cheek and headed back to his desk.

“I have to go find Garcia,but first I need to calm my heart down” I mutter going back to the case.

A/N I’m only on season 2 of Criminal Minds hence why Y/N is twenty four


FIVE TIMES OLIVER CALLED FELICITY ON BOYS NIGHT (Or Stages of Their Relationship Through Drunk Talk) 

Inspired by last night’s Colin and Stephen goodness. I have no idea where this went. Tommy Merlyn is alive and well (and in my head he lives in Bali and that’s who Oliver and Felicity visit on the show). 

One shot. Sort of AU. Canon divergence at least. Hope you enjoy it! :)



It was her phone ringing at an ungodly hour that woke her up. Grumbling, she reached out to the bedside table and touched the phone. Half-asleep, Felicity picked up the call without opening her eyes to see who it was and placed it on top of her ear. The moment she did…


Someone slurred, making her open her eyes to check the caller id. Unknown. 

“Um. Who’s this?” she asked, stifling a yawn, making a mental list of people she knew, men in particular, who could be drunk at this hour and calling her. The number was unsurprisingly zero. 

“This is me,” the heavy male voice rasped out, as if she was supposed to miraculously know exactly who he was, before he burst into chuckles as if he’d cracked the joke of the century. Felicity sat up in her bed, frowning. 

“Who are you?” she asked again, sleep fading from her mind. 

“Who do you want me to be?” the male voice asked flirtatiously, before someone else guffawed loudly from behind him. 

Rolling her eyes, Felicity cut the call and snuggled back into bed. 

It rang again. Same number. She gingerly picked up.

“I’m hurrrt,” the guy said, slurring his words. “Why did you cut my call?”

“I think you have the wrong number, mister,” she told him firmly. 

There was silence for a long minute, before the guy whispered quietly. “But I like your voice.”

Felicity blinked in surprise at the sincerity in the tone, before shaking it off. “Um. Thanks, I guess. But I have to…”

“Your voice is like red wine,” the guy interrupted. “It’s making me heady.”

“I like red wine,” she said before she could stop it.

“Me too. I have my own nightclub. Verdant,” he informed her, pride evident in his tone. Felicity sat mute, stunned. Verdant? No way. There was no way…

Oliver fucking Queen had drunk dialed her by mistake. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to talk, but he interrupted, again, his voice a whisper. 

“My best friend just passed out,” he babbled without pause. “We are at our party. It’s great. We sang. A lot. And danced too. And I think I’m a little drunk. Do you think I’m drunk? I’m a little sleepy too. I should sleep before I find some girl. Tommy and I have vowed to stay away from girls for a week. It’s compcilated…no…compli-naked… no, that’s not right. Why do I always get to naked? Ah. Do you under…stand?”

Felicity covered her mouth with her hand to stop the giggles from bursting out. His jumbled words and that concentrated tone as he tried to get them out were surprisingly cute. Drunk Oliver Queen sure was entertaining.  

“Yes,” she replied, laughing. 

She heard a soft sigh on the line. “I like your laugh. I like your voice too. Have I told you that? Talk to me.”

Felicity raised her eyebrows.


Well, he’d said please. And she was enjoying this, whatever this was. Decision made, she settled back in her pillows, and started talking. It was a strange, long night.


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I got carried away a bit, and this took a turn I didn’t expect. But I’m not sorry.

Warnings: smut, blood and submission.

Request by anon

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?” you repeated, eyeing yourself in the mirror. “Nothing. I’m content.”

He released a frustrated groan under his breath before sucking in a deep breath. You watched him straighten up, though the action was considerably less intimidating. His dark brown hair was disheveled and matted with a light sweat to his forehead.

“Damn,” you observed, “you’re worse than a junkie.”

“Brilliant deduction! Want a bleedin’ medal?”

You raised a brow.

Kai smacked his face, rubbing his stubble tiredly.

“Can’t you just help a sociopath out?”

You turned to him.

“We’ve already had this discussion. No.”

“I can give you-.”

“Nothing,” you interrupted, crossing your arms. “I don’t want anything from you, Kai. I like my life. I like my boyfriend. I like my job. There’s nothing I want from you that could make me change my mind. Plus, I’m pretty sure I can think of a handful of humans who’d be more than willing-.”


His jaw was tight. If he applied any more force, you thought he might shatter his molars.

“I want your blood, Y/N. Yours. Do I need to fuckin’ spell it out for you?”

“Well, if you’re offering-.”


Inhaling quietly, you studied him with a squint.

A second later and you shook your head.

“There’s nothing special about my blood. You’re being needy because I was there for you when no one else was. It was my mistake. I’m not letting it happen again.”

Before he could so much as lift a finger, your arm flew forward. Either he was too weak to fight back or he wasn’t even trying. Whatever the reasoning, you were easily able to send him soaring backward into a chair and secure him.

He didn’t seem surprised by the gesture, nor did he try to fight it.

“I’m going to meet my boyfriend,” you relayed, approaching him. “By the time I come back, you’ll be gone.”


“Kai, stop. You…are better than this.” You paused, grimacing. “I can’t believe I just said that either. But, seriously, get a hold of yourself.”

His head slumped backwards and despite your better judgment, you wandered over to his side. Last thing you needed was a drugged out vampire/witch in your apartment.

The moment one hand went to wrap around the back of his skull, Kai grabbed your wrist.

The pressure was soft, but clingy. His bloodshot eyes tried to mask a poorly hidden desperation. Both pupils were dilated.

“You know,” he slurred, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek, “you’re my favorite human.”

“Witch,” you corrected, unable to not find his attention somewhat amusing.

“With little experience,” he approved, stubble scrubbing against your skin like sandpaper. “Means your blood is extra special. You’re my special human. Don’t want anyone else’s blood but yours.”

He continued nuzzling your hand. You found it both mildly unsettling and oddly adorable.

“Quick fix,” he whined quietly, pulling your fingers to his lips as he blinked rapidly. “Half a pint’ll do me over. Won’t bother you again after this.”

You released a pained sigh, thumb brushing thoughtlessly over his upper lip.

He responded by kissing the pad of your thumb.

“I’m not doing this again. Last time, okay?”

“‘Course,” he agreed, releasing your hand. “Last time.”


“Oh, Jesus, not again.”

This time, he was splayed out on your bed, sheets bunched up beside him. Your duvet was discarded somewhere on the floor.

“Y/N,” he greeted lazily, eyes glued to the ceiling. “So glad you’re here. Mind sparing a bit o ‘fluid?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Unless you want me to piss in your mouth, I suggest you get the hell out of here.”

“Piss in my mouth?” he repeated slowly.

Without warning, he exploded into a fit of giggles, fingers grasping the sheets in mirth.

You mentally made a note to clean them after he was gone.

“I’m a kinky bastard, but not that kinky,” he professed. “Know you said last time you weren’t going to donate again, but you don’t get it, Y/N. You don’t understand the high you provide for me. It’s…I imagine

it’s magical.”

“ I’m sure you can live without this.”

Twisting around, you quickly ridding yourself of your shirt, discarding it gracelessly on a nearby chair. You inhaled deeply, arms reaching for the ceiling. The position was held until you felt the pleasurable burn of your muscles.

“But I don’t want,” he say thoughtfully.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you mumbled, shimmying out of your jeans.

He didn’t respond to your quip.

Instead, he vacated the bed. Not that you heard or noticed him.

Until you felt the unexpected pressure of two warm hands settling on your hips.

“Kai,” you warned, peering over your shoulder at him.

“Hm?” he hummed, shamelessly pressing into you.

“Get off me.”

“Don’t wanna.”

His grip tightened. You tried to ignore his hardening length digging teasingly against your ass.

“Heard a rumor you’re not happy with your boy toy.”

“You haven no ri-.”

“Don’t I?” Kai inquired with a raised brow. “I keep tabs on my favorite human, Y/N.”

You couldn’t be sure if he was serious or bluffing.

“So…you’ve got the romance, flowers, blah, blah, etcetera,” he listed off, two fingers slipping under the waste band of your underwear, but going no further. “But, when it comes to getting naughty, he falls a bit…short.”

One calloused hand skimmed up your rib cage, nails grazing the skin experimentally.

Involuntarily, your breathing grew shallow.

“Bit sexually frustrated, aren’t you?” he continued.

You were ready to lift one heel and slam it down on his toes when without warning, he grabbed a breast, smirking when you shivered.

“Could do anything you wanted me to,” he suggested, thumb brushing over the outline of your hardening nipple. “Could be a good little boy for you, if you want. Could easily spend hours, giving attention to your gorgeous little cunt. And it is gorgeous, Y/N. Can’t say I haven’t spent a pretty day or two, thinking about it.”

His breath ignited a wave of goosebumps over your shoulder.

“Playing with your clit. Sucking on it. Getting you all worked up. Always giving. Don’t have to worry 'bout my own needs. I’ll put my tongue to good use, mistress.”

Your hips jerked forward when the two previously inactive fingers on your waste, slipped across your opening, not penetrating, but brushing over the sensitive moistness with a tempting intent.

Protesting the action would have been counterproductive. Despite Kai’s irritating nature to manipulate and be a general ass, his words were making you embarrassingly wet.

And that’s what was throwing you off about this.

“You are a pathetic junkie.”

You felt his shrug before he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re my conflicted, sexually frustrated supplier. Don’t think we need to point fingers on who has it worse.”

Biting your lip, you forced yourself to not think about the hand massaging your breast or the two fingers stroking your pussy.

It was cheating. The word alone made an unpleasant bundle of guilt swish in your stomach. Your boyfriend was a great guy. Better than you’d dated in a long time. Treated you with a respect difficult to find nowadays.

So, the sex wasn’t up to par. Was that really worth throwing away months of a well paced relationship just for a few seconds of mindless pleasure? Especially with Kai, of all people! Witch you may have been, but you made an effort to be good. To fight the actions of creatures like him.

Then again, befriending him wasn’t exactly a step in that direction.


He was gone. There was no Kai anymore in that tone.

You’d have found his submission more comical if it didn’t concern you so much.

And intrigue you.

“I’ll be a good boy, promise,” he insisted. “Our little secret. Fair bargain, I think. In fact, I’ll give you a free sample.”

Unexpectedly, he removed both hands and stepped away from you. The disappointment you felt at the loss of contact wasn’t something you wanted to mull over.

You watched him kneel before you, eyes wide, but focused. More focused than you normally witnessed when he was craving your blood.

“C'mere,” he gestured.

When you stayed immobile, he huffed under his breath. With a few quick movements, he shifted over on his knees so he was eye level with your hips.

You knew what he was about to do. That, perhaps, was the worst part. You knew and you felt…excited. Relieved, even. For the first time in months, you were about to receive just as much as you gave. Properly.

It was selfish and terrible, but equally thrilling and arousing.

“Part your legs a bit for me, darling.”

You did as he said, teeth keeping a tight hold of your bottom lip.

Kai smirked, hands steadying themselves on your hips.

“My, my, you have been a lustful young thing, haven’t you?”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, ignoring your embarrassment.

“Yes, mistress.”

His fingers hooked inside the waste band and leisurely slid your panties down. The entire time, his tongue was caught between his teeth while his eyes never strayed from your pussy.

You stepped out of your underwear, nearly shaking with excitement when he threw them over his shoulder.

“Hm,” he marveled, tilting his head. “I was right. Gorgeous.”

The compliment made you not only blush, but faintly irritated. Were your priorities really that sideways?

This depressing thought spurred forth your next action.

Swiftly, one hand grabbed a hold of Kai’s hair by the roots. With a jerk, you tugged backwards, ensuring his eyes shot up to yours.

“If you want my blood, you work for it. Got it?”

You didn’t even realize you had a dominant streak until Kai’s obedient nod made you smile.

“If I don’t reach my high, you sure as hell won’t reach yours.”

“Yes, mistress.”

With a last second scan, you released his hair. Kai wasted absolutely no time.

It took no longer than five minutes for you to cum. Whether this was a result of not being pleasured for so long or Kai’s genuine talent, you couldn’t be sure.

What you could be sure of, as one hand found his hair again and kept his tongue and lips fastened to your clit, was that you were entirely willing to make this bargain again.


This arrangement lasted a solid month. Which surprised you. You thought the morals of exchanging blood for sexual acts would disgust you. At least enough to put up a bigger argument next time Kai dropped by.

But, that wasn’t the case.

The next meeting was certainly a bit awkward. You’d gotten home from your shift to find him sitting patiently on your bed. He didn’t say anything. Just watched you as you tiredly shed your clothing. His submissiveness was foreign, but enticing. It wasn’t until you were blessed with a quiet Kai that you realized how much you appreciated it.

“How are you?”

It was strange, but you couldn’t help yourself from asking. Kai may have been a junkie and willing to go to great lengths to get what he wanted, but he was still a living creature beneath that mindless desperation. Debasing him completely didn’t get you off and it wasn’t something you were completely comfortable with doing.

“You aren’t going to bruise me,” Kai complained. “I’m a big boy. Do your worst.”

“Do you want a safe word?”

“Unless you’ve got plans to kill me, I really don’t see the point.”

That had been the last discussion about a safe word or really words in general.

Kai would drop in three times a week, sometimes four. Always when you were alone. His snark, thankfully, wasn’t present and he did everything you requested of him.

At first, you were careful about limits. The first week was spent primarily on your bed with Kai buried in between your thighs. He was astonishingly energetic, licking and sucking away at you like a starving animal. His fingers were also animated, taking to pinching your nub and driving in and out of you at deliciously wicked speeds.

No orgasm was ever faked, and if it was taking you a while to get off, Kai worked with a stunning voracity to make sure you reached your peak.

This is what made you bolder.

The second week, you ordered him to touch himself.


“I want you touch yourself.”

He studied you with a squint.

“You get this isn’t about my pleasure, right?”

“Yes. It’s about mine. Drop your pants, sit down in the chair, and touch yourself.”

Your voice didn’t so much as shake.

His confusion was evident, but he did as you requested.

As you guessed, watching him masturbate was a deeply satisfying sight. On some level, you did want him to get pleasure from this arrangement, but more of it had to do with fascination. Fascination that you could get the Gemini coven leader to strip from his boxers, sit down, spread his legs, wrap his hand around his generously sized cock and slowly begin stroking himself. In front of you. Simply because you commanded it.

The control was intoxicating.

You didn’t ask him to do anything else after he climaxed with a strangled groan. And it was one of the first times you could tell that Kai had no idea what your game was. Or, at least why you were getting off on watching him get off.

The rest of the month followed roughly the same schedule. You’d give him a command and after a brief, but curious glance in your direction, Kai would obey.

A good deal of the commands required getting you off. At your request, Kai got into the habit of bringing a vibrator. Which he put to very, very good use.

Some days, the commands were about getting him off. You were creative and it was never in the same way. Granted, he’d always be the one to touch himself, but sometimes, it’d be while kneeling on the bed or bent over a chair so you could admire his cute ass. Once, you even deprived him of his sight with a scarf, enjoying the slight uncertainty his hand underwent when stroking himself.

By the four week, you were comfortable enough to ride his persistent tongue into pleasure without an ounce of shame or embarrassment.

On the days Kai didn’t show up, you questioned what you were doing with him. In public and surrounded by your friends, you were passive and social. On the nights you two were alone, you were loose and experimental with a serious dominance kink.

For a long time, you were puzzled and faintly appalled by your actions.

Then, one night, it hit you.

When were you going to get this sort of sexual freedom again? This ability to explore what made your toes curl and your fingers grasp onto the headboard until your mind went white and your voice, hoarse. Nights with Kai made you feel liberated. They made you feel like a woman. The herege never once judged you, though he got your blood in the end, so that was his triumph.

Regardless, the ability to delve deeper into your sexuality and learn the new ways your body responded to stimulation was one of the biggest reasons you never denied Kai your blood.

If there was any guilt you ever retained, it was because Kai did the things you asked for blood, nothing more. It would have been nice if his actions were genuine.

But, he was a psycho, you reminded yourself. The only genuineness he was capable of was either torture or making deals.

This, when you looked back on the whole fiasco, was ultimately where you made an error in judgment. Assuming Kai regarded your meetings as nothing but a necessary task in order to gain the true source of pleasure: your blood.

In fact, you were completely unaware that after only two weeks together, he’d completely kicked his blood habit.

And, that he was testing you.

It wasn’t until the month was complete that you found out why.


He wasn’t sitting on the bed this time.

Instead, he was standing, and physically, looked immaculate. Hair combed, beard trimmed, and he looked at you differently.

The moment you absorbed all these changes, you felt a distinct shift in power.

It definitely wasn’t in your hands anymore.

“You look healthy,” you greeted. “Who finally got through to you?”

A part of you couldn’t deny that you were somewhat disappointed. Your sessions would most likely come to an end. And the Kai before you certainly didn’t look like he took orders.

But, you weren’t selfish enough to deny feeling genuine happiness that he wasn’t a junkie anymore. No one deserved to be a victim of that urge. Of course he will always have to live with the desire to drink blood, but now in a controlled manner.

“That’d be you, darling,” he revealed. “Put plenty of things in perspective for me.”

“Good,” you encouraged, offering him a light smile.

He kept up his observation of you without a blink.

“Seen yourself in the mirror lately?” he inquired.

Immediately, one hand patted your hair.

“Did a bird shit on my head again?”

You maneuvered over to the mirror, fingers examining your head.

Kai slipped up behind you and cut short your search by taking hold of your wrist.

You looked down at it, then at him.

“Skin’s not the vibrant glow it normally is,” he pointed out.

With furrowed brows, you glanced at the mirror.

Wow. How did you miss that?

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered,” he continued. “Always giving me the amount of blood I ask for isn’t an easy task. Or a healthy one. But, I can’t have you getting hurt.”

You nodded absently. Your brain was more thrown about the consideration Kai was giving you.

“Why are you being nice?” you asked, eyeing him cautiously.

“Like I said…got a bit of perspective about things,” he answered.

“Do I need to be worried?”

“Hardly. Not only have you fulfilled my needs, but you did so discretely. As an added bonus, you even made personal sacrifices. That right there…that’s the way to a psycho’s heart.”

You retracted your hand.

“I think you’re overestimating my worth.”

“Darling, you’re underestimating yours. Let me break what’s happened in the past month, down for you. I was vulnerable, needy, and weak. Rather than make a name for yourself - which I’m beginning to doubt even crossed your mind - and rat me out to Damon, you got me my fix. Discretely. With me so far?”

“Anyone would have done that.”

You knew that was a lie the moment it passed your lips.

“Mm…'fraid not, Y/N. I don’t find that kind of loyalty.”

You weren’t sure whether to feel flattered or disturbed.

“Now, here’s where it gets interesting. After managing to control my addiction, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering why you were helping me. So selflessly, at that.”

“I got off on telling you what to do,” you defended.

“No, I get that part. But, you began making little bitty sacrifices.”

Swallowing tightly, you took a step back.

“Like what?”

“Well, breaking it off with your boy toy, for one.”

“He didn’t deserve being cheated on. It had nothing to do with you.”

Kai smirked at that.

“If it wasn’t for my mouth on your pussy three times a week, you’d have never let the poor bloke go. Had a bit of input on that one.”

Something inside you twisted in both discomfort and pleasure.

“Then, as we’ve seen, you got a bit neglectful of your appearance. Didn’t even realize how much blood I was taking from you. And yet, you continued to give it.”

Inhaling carefully, you tried getting your thoughts in order.

“You…deserved to get what you came to me for.”

It sounded like a lame excuse despite its truthfulness.

“And that’s the bleedin’ amusing part!” Kai exclaimed. “This entire time, you were under the impression I hated it. Hated getting you off, hated getting myself off while you watched, hated the complete attention you gave me. Not sure if you’ve heard, but I got a bit of an ego. And you stroked it til I was weak in the knees. You had that much control in your hands and you had the courtesy to worry about my own pleasure. Not very mistressy of you, Y/N.”

“If you were that confused, then why the hell didn’t you stop?”: you snapped. “If you didn’t like me not playing my role, you should have stopped playing yours.”

“Oh, but I enjoyed my role,” he assured, eyes taking a slow scan down your form. “Fact, if you knew just how much I enjoyed it, you’d have been more concerned about disappearing so I could never find you.”

“Are you-?”

Your voice died halfway up your throat.

“Aw, I’ve made my favorite human speechless. Well, let’s see if I can remedy that.”

Before you could blink, he snapped his fingers.

Instantly, your surroundings altered.

You were in a massive bedroom with incredibly pricey furniture. The place was well lit and seemed very modern, you could see some paintings on the walls around. The tables held an assortment of foods and beverages on them. Some, you noted, were among your favorites.

Your mouth officially parted when you saw the King sized bed and maroon sheets behind you. Also expensive, by the looks of it. Above that, your eyes honed in the silk ties bound provocatively to the headboard. That was certainly a sight that spoke for itself.

“I am not going to be your mistress!” you argued, backing away from him.

“I prefer the term girlfriend. Or lover. One in the same, really.”

He didn’t once drift from his spot on the carpet.

This gave you the confidence to try teleporting away. You hadn’t quite mastered it fully, but there was no time like the present (literally) to try.

Your eyes closed and with every bit of energy you could harvest, you focused on a new destination.

However, that familiar energy that was your constant companion, refused to manifest.

“Neat trick, innit?” Kai mentioned, pride coloring his voice. “I blocked your magic, my dear.”

With a strained frown, you opened your eyes.

“Kai, let me go.”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he promised. “In the mean time, you can consider this a vacation that’s just a bit more…permanent.”

“You’re imprisoning me!”

“Keeping,” he corrected. “I’m keeping you. Sizable difference in the terminology.”

You tried to regain control of your breathing, but your current situation wasn’t allowing that.

“I like you, Y/N,” Kai declared seriously. “You’re charming and adventurous and deceivingly thoughtful. More than that, you’re trustworthy. And have a sexual appetite to rival my own.”

“And you couldn’t have told me this without kidnapping me?”

“Keeping,” he reminded. “What would you have honestly done if I told you I was faking being a junkie because I was more addicted to you? Which sounds just as terribly sappy out loud as it did in my head. Shame. Thought it’d translate better.”

You retreated until the back of your knees hit the bed. Shakily, you sat down, palms patting the sheets beneath you.

“I’ve been kidnapped-.”

“-kept-,” Kai inserted helpfully.

“-all because I was…nice.”

Kai shrugged.

“Opposites attract?”

You lost consciousness shortly after you finished cackling. Rest assured, you found the situation more grim than hilarious.

Sighing, Kai made his way over to your unconscious form. He sat down and scooped you up carefully so you rested against his chest.

The urge to both grin and grimace was battling violently inside him.

“That could’ve gone worse,” he confessed, glancing down at you. “If I said I killed the owner of the house and stayed with her for me. Imagine you’ll blame that on being nice as well.”

He rested his chin on your head. The urge to grin won out.

The Gemini coven leader was content.


That empty feeling that eats away at your soul and makes you feel like you want to die, day after day after day and never stops…now take that pain, and use it.


You can call me Elizabeth


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