#THE REASON THAT PEAK HAPPENED IS BECAUSE I WAS ENJOYING THE MOMENT!!!!!!! AND JUST LIKE THAT!!!!!! I REACHED THAT PEAK AGAIN

[littlexdeaths]

bye bye bye - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

opposites attract masterlist

warnings: gareth is a dickhead, hope y’all like some cheesy fluff, eddie is a complete dork but we love him for it.

a/n: this is a repost of my first y2k eddie fic, with some much needed edits and additions. i will be working on editing and posting the rest of this series soon. i hope you enjoy 💕

word count: 1.5k

Today really hadn’t gone how you’d planned.

You had been hanging out with Eddie and his band mates, something you’d done quite often. Only this time you made the mistake of wearing your *NSYNC tour shirt.

It wasn’t a secret that you and Eddie had polar opposite tastes, it was apparent by just looking at you. You were all pink, bubblegum and boy bands. And your boyfriend was a leather clad, heavy metal enthusiast.

Despite these differences, you fit so well together.

And as they say— opposites attract.

But one of his friends was always more standoffish towards you because of it. While you were always nice to Gareth, he seemed annoyed anytime Eddie brought you around. But today that annoyance had seemingly reached its peak.

And all over a stupid t-shirt.

Eddie had gone to get you both a drink, leaving you in the living room with the three other males. They were discussing the newest Linkin Park album. Which oddly enough, was a band you actually enjoyed outside your normal realm of music.

You perked up at the mention of the album, as it had been the only thing Eddie had been playing since it was released. Feeling eager to see what they also thought of it.

“Oh come on man, you can't say Meteora is better than Hybrid Theory,” Jeff scoffs, shaking his head in response to Gareth’s admission as Eddie leaves the room.

The male rolls his eyes before tossing a piece of popcorn at Jeff’s head, “See that’s where you’re wrong dude, have you tried listening to the albums back to back?”

You take this as an opportunity to add in your two cents, trying to include yourself in the conversation despite your nerves.

“Well, personally I think both albums are great in their own—”

You are interrupted with a loud snort as Gareth rudely cuts you off, glancing down at your shirt before meeting your eyes.

“Why would we care about your opinion of it? All you listen to is boy band trash pop,” he sneers, rolling his eyes as he turns back to his friends.

It felt like someone had punched you in the gut, any other words became lodged in your throat. Jeff and Grant throw apologetic glances your way, but continue on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Eddie returns shortly after, completely oblivious to what had just transpired. He plops down next to you on the sofa and passes you a can of coke. Due to your solemn appearance, he knew something was wrong. He just didn’t know what.

A frown tugs at the corner of his mouth as he wraps an arm around your waist, tucking you into his side.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks softly, replying with a shrug of your shoulders.

You let your eyes fall to the open can of soda clutched in your fist. You didn’t want to talk about it, especially not in front of them. The last thing you wanted was to cause a scene, or to give Gareth the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

So you sat quietly through the next half hour, letting Eddie enjoy the time with his friends.

But he couldn’t seem to let it go, far too focused on what had caused this sudden shift in your mood. So he ended the hangout early, claiming to be too tired from work. But all of you knew the real reason, guilt filled your chest as he walked you out to his van.

They must think you’re a buzzkill too.

The questions started the moment the door shut behind him, badgering you the entire way back to your house. You easily dodged his line of questioning, claiming to be tired. But Eddie wasn’t having any of that, he could see right through you. He always could.

“Baby, come on. Talk to me please,” he pleaded as he followed you up the stairs to your bedroom.

You continued to ignore him as you sat on the bed with a sigh. You felt embarrassed, knowing such a silly comment shouldn’t bother you as much as it did. All you wanted was for his friends to like you, but it was made abundantly clear that they didn’t.

All because you favored pop music? It all felt so trivial, like they weren’t even willing to give you a real chance. It hurt your feelings more than you cared to admit.

But Eddie being the sweet, doting boyfriend that he was— wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Just tell me what happened, sweetheart.” He says, kneeling in front of you, palms resting on either side of your thighs.

“It’s stupid,” you mutter, avoiding his curious gaze.

“Nothing that upset you this much is stupid,” he counters as you let out a groan, dramatically falling back onto the mattress and covering your face.

You hear his exasperated sigh, feeling the weight of his chest against yours as he leans over you. Eddie carefully removes your hands from your face, looking down at you expectantly.

“Your friends don’t like me,” you utter softly.

He frowns, confusion settling on his features.

“Why do you say that?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes which causes his frown to deepen.

“Well, just look at me…” you trail off, gesturing to yourself. “And look at you.”

It’s his turn to sigh now, taking your hands as he guides you back into a sitting position. Eddie cups your cheeks in between his palms, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I know what you’re insinuating, but I promise that’s the furthest thing from the truth.” He reassures you, his dark eyes utterly sincere.

And as much as you want to believe him, there’s still a small part of you that wonders if maybe they are right. Maybe you’re too different. He must be able to read the apprehension lingering on your features, as one of determination crosses over his.

“I don’t know what they said to make you think that,” he pauses to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. “But I won’t hesitate to kick some ass, sweetheart.”

Despite the teasing lithe in his voice you know he’s serious, quickly shaking your head. The last thing you’d want is to cause more beef with his friends.

“It’s fine, Eds, I’m just too sensitive.” You give him a quick peck on the lips, “Let’s just drop it, yeah?”

You pull away to scoot further up the mattress, patting the spot beside you. But he shakes his head, remaining on the floor for a moment. His eyes dart contemplatively around the room, stopping on the shelf that held your extension CD collection.

A Cheshire-like grin tugs at his lips as he moves towards it, balancing on the balls of his feet. Your brows knit together in confusion as his ringed fingers graze over the plastic spines, stopping once he finds what he was looking for. Eddie pops the disc out of its case and into the clunky boombox before pressing play.

The beginning chords of Bye Bye Bye fill the once quiet space of your bedroom. Your boyfriend quickly jumps to his feet, spinning around to face you. He plants his feet on the carpet, head falling forward as his hands raise up in a marionette style.

Your eyes widen in realization as you crawl back towards the edge of your bed, suddenly intrigued. Eddie shoots a wink your way once he meets your gaze, beginning to sing along. His voice stood out amongst the others, the raspy quality brought a new edge to the track.

But he didn’t stop there.

You watched in amazement as he nailed all the choreography from the music video. You had no idea when he found the time to study all the moves. Between classes, work, hellfire and band practice he barely had time to think.

But knowing he took the time to do this, specifically for you— made your stomach flutter.

You can’t stop the smile from lighting up your features, giggling as your boyfriend continues to serenade you.

“I don’t want to be your fool, in this game for two…”

Eddie drops to his knees at your feet again, coaxing you onto the floor with him. He presses feather light kisses all over your face, the sensation causes you to giggle more. As hurt as you had been, the male always knew how to make you forget your problems.

At least for a little while.

“That’s my girl,” he mumbled, grinning down at you.

He’s a little out of breath from his impromptu dance routine, bangs lightly sticking to his forehead.

“You’re an absolute dork, Ed,” you giggle, ruffling his curls in a playful manner.

But the way he’s looking at you has your heart racing. His head dips, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss as the song comes to an end.

“Now, admit it,” he chuckles against your mouth, nudging his nose with yours. “I’m a much better dancer than that Dustin Timberlake.”

You laugh loudly, fondly shaking your head at him.

“It’s Justin, baby…”

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[k-hotchoisan]

OKAY OKAY OKAY BUT YUNHO GRIPPING YOUR HIPS (I’m a thicker girl so I got thick hips let me live) PRAISING YOUR CURVES BUT BUT BUT ALSO MUTTERING MINE AND JUST BEING SUPER POSSESIVE AND SLIGHTLY DEGRADING and maybe tells you to open your mouth so he can 🗣️💦 (only if you’re comfy with that) BECAUSE SOMEONE KEPT BOTHERING YOU AND OOGLING IVER YIU AND YIU DIDNT GET IT AND WERE SO INNOCENT AND LET IT HAPPENED…..I’m not thinking about that at all. 😫

Alright, enough of San for now, I know some of y’all hotteoks are hungry for some Yuyu so I’m serving it on silver platter for you guys 🥳😛🩷

As always, enjoy! 🩷

golden retriever

<Yunho x fem!reader>

Synopsis: “Do you get jealous?” You ask your partner one day. Well, you were about to find out.

Genre/warnings: dom & possessive!Yunho, dirty talk, slight degradation, oral (m & f receive), unprotected sex, cumming on face, cum eating, orgasms

Taglist:

@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs

Golden Retriever.

That’s what everyone seems to associate Yunho as—loyal, considerate, funny and especially so loving. You felt it first hand, even before the both of you officially started dating—him constantly making sure you were comfortable in a room full of mostly men (his friends).

And when the both of you became official, he let you do whatever you wanted—mostly with his arms constantly around you, and you chalking it off as him being clingy. Well, he is known well to be very affectionate, not that you were complaining, and he doesn’t get upset easily, at least, that’s what it seemed.

He was definitely a giver, and he’d cross over the fucking oceans to make sure you were content.

People have different sides to them, that was a fact you knew clear as day. But such a soft person like Yunho, definitely had another side to him right?

“Do you get jealous?” You ask out of the blue. Yunho blinks at your question, wondering what to even reply to that.

You’ve asked all his friends, and they were all pretty adamant that he’s not a jealous lover. It still did not deter you from poking the bear.

And you definitely got your answer when his demeanour completely changes at the sight of another fuckin male trying to talk to you. It started off as ogling your body from a distance. At first Yunho brushes it off—he’s being held hostage by Mingi at the moment near the bar. He doesn’t shift when the male strikes up a conversation.

Yunho simply watches you attempt to entertain this sorry excuse of a person.

And he slams the glass whiskey glass (god knows how it didn’t break) when he notices the way the male is brushing his fingers on your shoulder, and Mingi only surprises a smirk as he watches your boyfriend intercept the failure of an interaction this male tried to initiate.

You jolt slightly at Yunho’s sudden touch on your waist but for some fuck ass reason, introduce the male to Yunho, who apparently was your friend. Yunho barely keeps his face poker, forcing smiles while the male who Yunho does not even bother remembering his name continues to yaps his fucking head off.

Yunho’s annoyed. And he’s never really felt annoyed often.

The fact that you’re completely oblivious to it all makes all the more astounding, especially when your friend had almost touched your arm up while he was laughing away, and Yunho’s arms wrapped around you in the guise of pulling you away, which you thought was nothing more than just a gesture of affection from Yunho.

Half way through his yapping, Yunho, at the peak of his irritation cuts him off, telling you that he has to rush back for an important show he’s catch up on. A blatant lie that you or your friend never caught on.

Oh, but you soon do, when you reach home with Yunho and he has you carried bridal style right into the fucking bedroom.

Yunho has you sprawled on the bed, his fingers wasting no time to tug your bottoms off—including your panties. He’s in a rush to strip you bare for him. Your breathing is jagged despite you trying to calm yourself. Yunho’s lips are burning against your skin as he trails his lips from your sternum till he reaches your hips.

“Pretty curves. So perfect for me”, he murmurs, pressing soft kisses against your skin after every word that leaves his lips. Gasps escape your lips every time you feel him suck against your skin, leaving pretty love bites to bloom in his wake.

“Yu-“, you try, but you’re immediately cut off when he plants another hickey on your hips, a soft groan replacing what you wanted to say.

“Do I get jealous?” He asks rhetorically, crawling over to face you from above. He scoffs as he sinks his fingers into your mouth, swallowing hard when you take his fingers, licking and sucking with a glazed out expression. “What do you think?”

You’re barely in the right mind to process his question, even when he pulls his finger out of your mouth, and especially when he trails his soaked fingers right to your pulsating cunt, rubbing your clit in slow circles.

You grasp at any remaining sanity that remains, your mind swimming in the depths pleasure, ready to just plunge in any moment.

“N-no”, you answer, completely entranced by the way Yunho is staring right into you, lust dripping in his gaze, before your body jolts in pure bliss when he stuffs you two fingers full, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck.

“Not wrong, babe”, he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes entirely.

“But I fucking hate it when people touch what belongs to me.”

There is a haze that’s clouding over your mind when he begins slowly pumping his long fingers in and out of you, the squelching sounds exposing how much of a dripping mess you are. You try to focus on his words, but barely anything is going through.

“And do you know what belongs to me?” He asks you again, his fingers now completely pulled out of you, leaving your cunt fluttering uselessly in the air. You feel like your heart is at your throat, threatening to jump out from the anticipation. You’ve never seen Yunho like this before, and it’s sending electricity through your spine, you feel goosebumps litter across your skin.

You choke on sob, your turn to swallow hard this time.

“Me?”

Yunho’s smile spreads across his face again, oddly calming, holding anything but hints of gentleness.

He’s not planning to let you go tonight.

He’s not planning to let you sleep tonight.

“Smart girl”, he hums, soothing his hands across your thighs, spreading them open, barely giving you any time to process before his cock pushes into your hole, fitting in all the way through despite his size. “But not smart enough to ask your little friend to fuck right off.”

Your mind blanks out, your breathing deepens in an attempt to accommodate his fucking cock that suddenly slid into you, another hard swallow as your thighs shake, and soft whimpers escape you. Yunho finds it all the more endearing watching you slowly fall apart right in front of him like this.

His good boy golden retriever personality is far from a facade, but there’s a sore spot in him that he does his best to ignore. And he does it well.

At least, up until now.

“And you’d best remember that, babe”, Yunho grunts, his thumb sinking into the corner of your lips, watching your eyes roll back as he snaps his hips against yours, making sure you feel the entirety of his cock filling you up to the brim, the sounds growing wetter by the second.

“-big”, you mutter, your body fighting against the pleasure, your eyelids barely holding up. His fingers press against the sides of your cheeks as he tilts your head to face him, your eyes watering slightly as you hear Yunho’s voice lulling you back.

“What was that?”

You don’t even hesitate, only feeling your thighs twitch whenever he slides his cock into you again, letting your words leave your mouth without even bothering to filter.

“You’re so fucking big. It’s so much. Fuck.”

Something in Yunho shifts, and he slows down in you, his cock decorated with glistening sheens of precum and cream when he pulls all the way out. You gasp at how empty you feel, about to whine at Yunho and your promptly shut up when his face is right at your soaked pussy, lapping you up from your hole all the way up to your clit.

Your hands immediately tug on his hair. Yunho’s gaze is eyeing you down—watch your reactions as he slowly brings you off the edge. His cock can’t take it—he’s rutting against the sheets and staining them with his thick precum, but he still continues to flick his tongue against your clit, making sure your arching your back in pure bliss.

“That’s it, remember who’s in between your legs, fucking you with his tongue”, his voice vibrates through your pussy.

“Yunho, fuck-, wait, I’m gonna cum-”, you gasp, your orgasm being dangled right before you, creeping into your body. Yunho doesn’t relent, for the first few seconds, and you’re sent off the edge, your toes curling when the sensation hits your pussy, and then your empty, pulsating pussy is filled up all the way by Yunho’s thick cock in seconds.

All while you were being engulfed by your orgasm.

That’s when you realise it—he’s gonna send you to the fucking stars—his cock in you while you were cumming amplifies the amount of stars you see splattered in your eyelids, and he doesn’t give you a chance to cry about being overstimulated, because his hand has your throat in a chokehold while he makes sure he fucks you while you ride your orgasm out.

He never once breaks eye contact with you throughout the process, enjoying the feeling of your cunt just clamping down onto him while he fucks you full. Fuckin hell.

“That’s a good girl. See, it isn’t so hard to be well-behaved, isn’t it?” Yunho hums, his voice still low and husky, biting back the pleasure he’s feeling. You don’t answer—only soft hiccups as your eyes continue to water, but the sounds of your wet, sopping pussy does.

Yunho’s lips engulfs yours, prying your parted lips to open further, and you taste yourself in him, moans muffled when he pins your wrists above you, snapping his hips against yours with raw desire.

“You’re gonna behave and take this load”, he whispers when his lips leave yours, wet with spit. You nod frantically, already surrendering yourself to him. He pulls out of you with a wet sound following, before his cock is facing you, letting you watch him fuck his hand.

A string of curses tied with your name leaves Yunho’s lips when he ruts before jerking slightly, then spurts of white decorate your pretty face, and you stare up at him, cum dripping down your chin, as your tongue sticks out. Yunho only takes it as an invitation to collide his lips against yours, satisfied that he’s tasting himself on you.

“Fuck. Can’t get enough. Need more”, he hisses before his lips are your neck again, littering his marks all over your sensitive skin as he pushes you down back onto the mattress to spread your legs open, giving your clit light taps as his half hard cock slides right back into your abused cunt, and you return the favour with marks down his back.

“Yu-ah! It’s too much”, you pant, your tears fully streaking down your temples when you feel him completely growing fully hard in you.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll definitely show you what’s too much.”

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[fallingdownhell]

Genshin men w/ vampire!reader? Like, reader fought in the Archon war as a cold-hearted general, but as time passes on they mellowed out and is now a (bat full of sass n rizz) humble traveler. Perhaps even looking for someone to call a mate~

Yes! I love me some vampires! Characters Included: Diluc; Neuvillette; Heizou Content: gender neutral reader; vampire reader; mentions of blood; general headcanons; some own made up headcanons about vampires that I like Word count: 2k words Enjoy<3

Diluc

okay, I don't know if I'm the only one on this, but I think Diluc fits so well for the whole vampire astethic

he's got his own mansion, multiple staff, he's got fame and wealth, and he's good looking on top!

he just fills all the checkmarks you could wish for, so there's no reason not to pursue him

from the moment you first ran into Diluc, you were mesmerized by this human, the smell of his delicious blood tempting you

you were originally planning to travel through Mondstadt, maybe stay for a week or so. That quickly changed and within the week, you found a place to stay for a while longer

You started going to Angel's Share on a regular basis. Not to drink, but to flirt up that good looking redhead bartender

Diluc was not at all used to someone flirting so shamelessly with him, he felt embarrassed, but also enticed by your advances. He's never met such an eccentric traveller like you

one particular night, you were shamelessly flirting with him again, he finally decided to do something about it, asking you on a date

happily, you accepted and since then, the relationship with him has been moving forward

being with Diluc was everything you imagined it to be, and so much more. He's a romantic lover, one that constantly looks out for your wants and needs. He always prioritizes your comfort first, always so gentle and, especially at the start of you two dating, very coy

as the relationship progresses, Diluc also grows into it, getting more and more comfortable around you and expressing his feelings to you truthfully

One day, when he told you about his past and the things that had happened to him, you decided that it was time for you to be truthful to him, as well, so you told him about the secret you had kept up until that point

he was shocked at first, he certainly didn't believe you. Surely, he would have noticed if his lover was a bloodthirsty monster that could only survive off of human blood

but when he saw how serious you were about it, not the faintest hint of a smirk or anything else indicating that this was a joke, he grew a bit wary of you

definitely needs time to process the information and will have another talk with you were he asks you questions about your existance. Like, how old you really are, what you experienced throughout your years, how you survived off of blood without him ever noticing, etc.

you're being completely honest with him, answering all of his questions and in the end, he nods and accepts you with open arms again. He loves you too much to care about a not so minor detail like that

but his curiosity is peaked and after some time, he would approach you with the offer for you to drink from his blood, because he wants to know what it feels like

for a second, you're taken aback, staring at him, and Diluc gets nervous, wondering if he crossed some sort of line with his question

you then have to explain to him that you would love to drink from him, but for a vampire, drinking the blood of someone you love means to claim them as yours. You would basically mark him as your mate with your bite.

first, he's shocked by this new information, but the more he thinks about it, the more he likes it. So he tells you to go ahead, even tilting his head a bit so you have better access to his neck

if it's possible to fall even more in love with him, then you just did, seeing how he presents himself to you like that is truly adorable to you

it's a passionate night you two spend, and the next morning, Diluc wakes up, covered in your bite marks all over his body. Some just for the sake of marking him, and some where you had fed from him

looking at himself in the mirror, he traces the bite mark on his neck tenderly, smiling as he's reminded of your gentle touch

and when he thinks about the claim you now have over him, being marked as your "mate", as you called it, he couldn't be any happier. Diluc is looking forward for the rest of his life at your side..

Neuvillette

being an immortal being himself, I like to think that he has a vast knowledge about other immortal or long living beings and can easily tell them apart from humans

so when he first notices you in a crowd, he knows that you're not just your average human, but he didn't close enough to actually confirm his suspicion before you were gone again

he doesn't mind different species visiting or passing through Fontaine, but he has to make sure that they aren't a threat for his citizens

he's actually quite a bit surprised when one day, you approach him and begin to compliment him on his appearance

he answers in kindas he tries to figure you out, which you soon notice. The chief justice isn't exactly as sly as he may like to think of himself

reaching for the opportunity, you tell him that you'll gladly answer all his questions about yourself if he's willing to go out to dinner with you. To your surprise, he agrees

Dinner goes well and you're surprised to find out that you're actually older than Neuvillette is, but neither of you bothers that fact very much

he figures you out as a vampire rather quickly as well and from that point on, you share a pleasant time with him, conversing with Neuvillette feels so easy and natural to you

the two of you continue to meet up from then on, but the relationship itself starts out years later. Even though you keep flirting with him and dropping hints that you're interested in him left and right, he either doesn't pick up on them or he just doesn't have the courage to act on it

only years later, once you've finally had enough of this game, did you confront the Chief Justice about your feelings for him

You've gotten the Iudex flustered quite a few times with your flirting or some pickup lines, but when you confessed your honest feelings to him, that was the first time you genuinely saw him blush

you decided then and there, that you'd do anything you can to see him like this again

from the beginning, there are no secrets whatsoever between you two. He knows about you, and you know about him. He supports you with whatever he can, like finding discreet sources to cover your need for blood, for example

since he's got quite a bit of knowledge about vampires, he's also familiar that vampires, not all, but most of them, like to take long term partners as their mates, since this species tends to be very territorial towards those people

he can't deny that he's thinking about it from time to time. You claiming him as yours, and him claiming you in return. Forever bound, spending your lifetime together for however long it may last

but yet again, for a long time, he doesn't bring it up to you, fearing that he might scare you off, that you don't want to be bound to him like that, knowing how much you enjoy your freedom and to travel around Teyvat

and over all this worrying of his, he completely ignores the fact that you basically live now in Fontaine, your travels having come to a stop a long time ago to be with him, since you know that he can't and won't just leave his nation behind. And you're perfectly content with your decision

but, if you really want anything like that to happen, you'll have to be the one to bring it up to him again

and as soon as you do, he's all smiles, all his worries fading away, he's the happiest he's been in a long while. Knowing that you want to spend the rest of eternity with him, bound to him like he'll be to you.. it's more than he could have ever hoped for in life

when you drink his blood for the first time, he can't help but to ask you what it tastes like and wether you enjoyed it

will insist that you keep drinking his blood from now on. He will get jealous if you drink any other blood, at all. It's actually quite cute to see him pout like that, but please reassure him that you still love him very much, you just can't always drain him of all his blood the entire time

Heizou

from his first interaction with you, he knows that something is up with you

he can't quite explain why or what it is that sets him off, but his intuition is telling him that something is wrong. And he's learned that his intuition is always right

so he does some digging, and soon finds stuff that just doesn't add up to him

before you can leave Inazuma to continue your travels across Teyvat, he confronts you about his findings, pestering you until you give up and confess your secret to him

he's surprised, since he didn't think it'd be something so out of the ordinary. And yet, his instincts tell him, that you're speaking the truth. So he decides to believe you

keeps following you around and asking questions whenever he can. His interest about you has peaked, and he wants to figure you out and learn everything there is to know

it's from that point on that attraction begins to settle in between the two of you and soon enough, Heizou invites you out on a date

you accept and the date goes surprisingly well. More dates follow and soon enough, the two of you are actually dating

each passing day spent with you, Heizou learns more and more about you and how you operate as a vampire

will one day ask you to drink his blood, which you refuse, claiming that you already got enough souces to get your blood from. He'll ask you why you refuse to drink his, but you avoid his question and continue to do so, no matter how much he keeps prying

eventually, he'll shut up about it, but still keeps the question in the back of his mind

will ask you stuff like, if you ever plan to turn him into a vampire as well. To that, he's also not granted an answer

at one point, Heizou will have enough and just straight up ask you why you refuse to drink his blood

with a bit of prying, you end up telling him about the process of mating for vampires, how it's done and what it entails. Hearing you explain, he can't help the blush that rises to his cheeks. He can't believe he asked something like of you so casually!

He's mortified, but you laugh it off, reassuring him that you didn't mind it at all

but after hearing your explanaition, he can't stop thinking about it. He actually likes the thought of belonging to you..

so, after a passionate night shared between two lovers, as you lay there cuddled up to him, he asks you again to drink his blood, but seriously this time

looking up at him, you see the determination in his eyes. This time, he knows what he's getting himself into, and he still asked you to do it. How could you possibly still deny him?

So you nod, leaning in and gently kissing the juncture of his neck for a bit, before you bite into the soft flesh. It hurts quite a bit as your teeth pierce his skin, and he can feel the blood rushing out of his body, and your tongue lapping it all up

euphoria runs through his veins at the feeling, he finally belongs to you, completely. His mind, body and soul, all yours

will insist that you only drink his blood from here on out

will definitely ask you, later down the road, to turn him inot a vampire as well. One lifetime with you just isn't enough for him. He loves you, deeply, and if there's a possibility for him to spend even more time together with you, he would be a fool to pass it up...

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[oxymorayuri]

❞𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙.❝

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Law/Ace/Doffy: pol | Kid: ダイコン

Headcanons » Law ✧ Ace ✧ Kid ✧ Doflamingo Wordcount » 1873 Info » Fem reader, mature/kinky things but also fluffy and cute

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤

» When you read something to him: Usually you're with Law in his study, even when the two of you are doing separate things. He's mostly working on some plans or studying medical books while you're quietly reading a book on the sofa, simply enjoying each other's presence. Some days, however, you decide to read in the library. There is a big and cozy reading corner with lots of cushions and blankets, as it is always cold in the Polar Tang. The reason why you love reading there is because of the large bull's eye that reveals the secrets of the sea. Sometimes you sink into your thoughts and dream of the future as you gaze out into the blue, not even realizing how Law quietly sneaks under your blanket. Only when he takes you in his arms and presses you against him, you come back to yourself and drop your book. You talk briefly about the day so far, what you've done and then he lays his head on your lap. You brush his hair out of his face, he looks a little tired and has come to you to relax. You are his safe place, just as he is yours. You know immediately what to do and turn a few pages in another book.... "I assume we're having our little reading session again today, darling?" It's become like an unwritten rule for you, that when he lies down on your lap, you read to him and then take a nap together. Law looks at you with one eye open and grins, as you turn to the page where you left off last time. He likes the way you change your voice depending on what is happening in the story and after a while he is so relaxed that he falls asleep. When you hear his light snoring, you smile at him lovingly and put the bookmark on the current page before putting the book aside. You snuggle up to him and enjoy the peacefulness.

» Your fragrance: The perfume you wear and your own scent have a better effect on him than lavender and directly soothes his senses. You smell like home to him. When you are together with the others and you lean on his shoulder, he always tries to discreetly place a kiss on your head. Your hair always smells like fresh lemon, but rather light and refreshing. You don't like classy and expensive fragrances and prefer things to be natural and simple. Your scent is like aromatherapy for Law and that's a secret you'll never discover.

» Your hips: Law is pretty good at keeping his face under control, but when you're wearing a crop top and showing your hips, you can see the blush on his cheeks. He really has a fetish for your curves and your belly. He places a thousand kisses on your tender skin as he goes down further towards your private parts. His lips fly so softly over your skin that you can barely feel them. When he's on top of you he loves to grab you by the hips to pull you towards him. Skillful hands caress your sides, giving you goosebumps and making you arch your back because of all those tender touches. The squeezing sensation builds up in your lower middle and you literally beg him to release you. Law is someone who likes to try out lots of positions, preferably ones where he can grab you by the hips to guide you. While he is still on top of you, he pulls you towards him and turns so that he is now underneath you and you are sitting on his dick. You are visibly surprised by the sudden change of position and need a moment before you start riding him. However, Law doesn't give you a second, moves along your thigh to your hips and moves you up and down. The forthcoming penetration makes you see stars and after you both reach your peak, you let yourself fall exhausted onto his chest. He kisses your forehead tenderly and caresses your hips as you both calm your breathing.

𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝐷. 𝐴𝑐𝑒

» The wrinkles around your eyes when you laugh: Your laugh alone makes him turn around as soon as he hears it, but the little wrinkles on your face are another level. He also shows no shame and stares into your face lovingly. Of course, you don't miss his stares and his answer to why he's staring at you so intensely was simple: "Your wrinkles are so adorable when you laugh.". He then had to convince you that he finds them charming, as you don't exactly find your wrinkles cute. In your eyes, they're more of a sign that you're ageing. His reaction afterwards was almost funny, because now it was him who was offended. In his eyes, the wrinkles only mean what a cheerful person you are.

» Your skin: Your skin is so soft and gives off a warmth that he doesn't even have, even though he's pure heat himself. lol. If the guy doesn't feel your skin on his, he feels like he's hypothermic. Nevertheless, he would never get on your nerves, he rather keeps it to himself how much he longs for your skin. That means he'll take every chance he gets to touch you. You're cooking? He will of course help you by hugging you from behind, putting his hand over yours and you two stir together :D He loves it when you sunbathe. Not only is it a nice sight for him to ogle you while you sizzle in the sun, it's also the perfect opportunity to touch you intimately in public. (Ace is definitely the type to have sex in public. Nicely on the beach while the sun goes down *-*) He definitely has a lot sunscreen in stock, even if he doesn't need it for himself, but it gives him one more reason to feel your skin without being intrusive. He applies the cream very thoroughly and definitely every 2 hours. At first you thought he was very sweet and attentive because you couldn't reach all the spots, then you realized that he just wanted a opportunity to grope you… But you won't say anything against it because you enjoy how thoroughly he massages the suncream into your skin.

𝐸𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑑

» How you dance: No matter how full the pub is, his eyes are always on you and follow your rhythmical movements. His breathing slows down while your hips move seductively. You are a passionate woman but you dance just for yourself and simply enjoy the music as it moves through your body. Kid sometimes doesn't even notice when one of his crew members is talking to him… mostly it takes him a moment or two to react. He also finds it very satisfying to watch you reject other men. He feels proud. However, if someone touches you, he doesn't hesitate and intervenes aggressively. Just look and don't touch is the motto. You also like the way he gets angry and intervenes, so you happily snuggle up to him while you make a face at the other guy. Kid doesn't seem like it, but it takes a while before he forgives you for being such a hottie that other men keep coming crawling up to you. You enjoy it though, because it's almost cute how a tough guy like him pouts. However, he will forgive you... at the latest when you dance for him in your shared bedroom, in private ;)

» Your quick wit: Well, you do not only bark, you also bite. The Crew knows that and those who don't know you will find out soon enough! Kid never has to get involved when you're arguing with others. You're eloquent and if necessary you'll hit them! But don't worry, he's always keeping an eye on you and if you show him that you need his help, he won't hesitate and will happily take over the beating.

» Your relationship with his crew: Even if you are the captain's lover, it doesn't mean that you have automatically earned the respect of his crew... But it didn't take long for everyone to consider you one of them. For Heat, for example, you're like a little sister and you're probably the only one he's okay with when she cries (He hates crybabys, lol). The first person you really became friends with was Killer, and not just because Kid told him to look after you when he couldn't himself. It's actually because you both like spaghetti, while the others are already sick of it and you're an insane cook. The first time you cooked spaghetti, he liked it so much that he ate all the leftovers at night. This is especially important for Kid, because if his people don't love you, why should he?

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜

» Your appearance: Doflamingo is an obsessive narcissist. He may love you in his own twisted way but he always says he owns you. He proudly displays you by his side and that's why your looks are important. In Doffy's eyes, you wouldn't be his queen if you weren't the most beautiful woman in the world. People who disagree with him will lose their lives faster than they would like… Because how dare they think that a man like him doesn't have the most beautiful wife. Not because you are incredibly beautiful (which is definitely true) but because Donquixote Doflamingo will only have the most beautiful woman by his side. (Know the difference..)

» How you moan his name: Doffy loves to get the softest sounds out of you while he fucks you into madness. "Say my name, my angel." You look up at him hesitantly. You can't think straight as he hammers into you, his movements are vigorous but so skillful that it doesn't hurt. It just feels so good when his tip triggers your G spot. Since Doflamingo isn't even waiting for you, he casually wraps a hand around your slender neck, forcing you to keep your gaze upright. You feel so intimidated when you look into his eyes… When you are intimate with each other, you have the honor of looking into his eyes. His gaze burns itself into your brain and if you're honest, you feel powerless. When you finally let yourself be overtaken by all your feelings, you can't help but release them through your voice. You are incredibly turned on by the way his elegant hand slowly takes your breath away and you arch your back. "Oh Doffy…" With these two words, you let the last bit of air out of your lungs and let your head fall back. "Fufufufu… My beautiful angel, don't stop singing for me." You completely let go of your embarrassment and give yourself completely to him. Your sweet sounds have an electrifying effect on him, feelings are released in his body that he can't identify, he only knows that he won't leave you to anyone. Your voice belongs to him alone and he decides to let the whole castle hear how he ruins you.

Hope you like it, I'm off to the land of dreams, good night :3

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒖𝒓𝒊 ♡

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[wheeboo]

in bloom | kim mingyu

SYNOPSIS. in which you struggle to tell your husband something that can make or break your relationship. PAIRING. idol!husband!kim mingyu x afab!reader (ft. best friend!seulgi) GENRE. fluff, established relationship, idol au, pregnancy au, comfort WARNINGS. reader is pregnant and has female reproductive organs, vague mentions of intimate relations, mentions of fatigue and throwing up, terms of endearment, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.5k

requested from anon: idol!husband!mingyu x reader where you find out ur pregnant, and youre nervous to tell mingyu <3

notes: this is my second time ever writing a pregnancy au (first time on this blog), so... i hope u enjoy! i had too much fun with this lol

Being in the bathroom has never been this suffocating before. It's embarrassing, because literally anyone can walk in and hear the way you've been hacking over the toilet the past couple of days just like at your workplace, but the sudden bursts of nausea leaves you with no other option. You take a deep breath, attempting to compose yourself, and finally manage to stand up straight.

The little stick trembles in your hand, and as you peer down at the result, you swear you can feel the world around you completely stop. The two unmistakable lines are staring down at you through the small window of the test. You blink a few times, shaking the test even, as if hoping the lines will disappear or change, but they only remain.

It takes a moment for the reality to sink in. You're going to be a parent. A million thoughts race through your mind, and amidst the chaos, one question stands out: how do you share this with Mingyu?

Your husband is an idol, for God's sake. You've already seen the intensity of his schedule, the rigorous demands of his career, and the constant scrutiny from the public that has negatively affected other celebrities too. It feels as if you're going to be dropping a bombshell down on him.

You both always been careful when being intimate. And though you've had your conversations together about what it would be like to start a family, you never imagined it would happen quite like this, right at this moment when your husband has been reaching the peak of his career and is constantly in the spotlight. The timing couldn't be more unexpected, yet here you are, holding the proof of the little life growing within you.

Bringing the test out of sight, you splash some water on your face, taking a moment to collect yourself, before calmly making your way out of your bathroom, even with the anxious pounding of your heart feeling like it's bouncing off the walls of your place. And then suddenly, you're met with Seulgi running up to you from your living room.

"Well?" she asks, hands clasping together in excitement and an eager smile spreading across her face.

You turn towards her, and for some reason seeing the way your best friend's eyes are literally glowing with curiosity and anticipation almost makes you want to pull her in for a hug and sob into her shoulders. But you can't do that𑁋you're still struggling to process everything.

Instead, you take the pregnancy test out and show it to her.

Seulgi's eyes widen, and her hands fly to her mouth in disbelief.

"No way! Are you serious?" she whispers loudly, staring down at the test just to make sure.

"Yeah, I..." You take a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Seulgi just squeals, unable to contain her joy. She pulls you into a tight hug that makes you let out a groan at the sudden pressure over your tired body, yet you feel a sense of relief and happiness sharing this moment with someone close.

"Sorry! Oh my gosh, I feel like crying. This is𑁋I'm so happy for you!" Seulgi exclaims as she lets you go, holding your shoulders at arm's length and bouncing up and down happily.

The two of you share a knowing smile with each other. And as Seulgi catches sight of the way your smile doesn't seem as bright as hers, the way it doesn't seem to reach to your ears, she takes a step back, concern etching across her face.

Seulgi takes your hands in hers. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

You let out a sigh. "I'm... I'm just overwhelmed, you know? It's a lot to take in, especially considering Mingyu's schedule and everything."

Seulgi squeezes your hands reassuringly. "I'm sure he will be over the moon, Y/N. He loves you more than anything."

Her words seem to offer comfort, but a lingering worry tugs at the edges of your thoughts. Seulgi senses your unease and pulls you into this time, a gentle hug.

"Listen," she says softly, rubbing her hands up and down your back comfortingly. "Mingyu is your husband. He loves you, and this is something you both have talked about before, right? You both will figure things out, so don't worry too much, okay?"

Feeling a bit more reassured, you manage a small smile. "You're right. I... I just need to find the right time to tell him."

When you both pull away from each other, Seulgi just grins.

"You'll know when the time is right, Y/N," she says, taking another glance down at the test out of excitement once again. "I'm going to be an auntie and spoil that little one rotten!"

You only let out a laugh and playfully shove her away, a lightness in your heart gradually replacing the worry in your bones.

It's been hard trying to conceal away the fatigue whenever you and Mingyu wake up together in the morning and the subtle changes in your eating habits, but you've managed to keep it under wraps so far, constantly playing it off as stress or tiredness, though you do marvel at how your husband is just a little more oblivious than you thought.

Seulgi has been nagging you almost every day to take it easy and to share the news with Mingyu. And as the days pass, the weight of the unspoken truth feels heavier, and you realise that the longer you wait, the more difficult it becomes to find the perfect moment.

So you decide to act on it. You venture to the grocery store to buy some ingredients, and prepare a romantic, intimate dinner at home. You hope that it could help clear away the cloud of anxiety running through your mind and encourage you to finally tell him once and for all.

As the savoury aroma wafts through your home, you set the table with care, ensuring everything is just right. And when you overhear the familiar clicks of the locks at the front door, you take a deep breath, your heart beating a little faster, and slowly make your way to greet him.

Mingyu walks in his almost disheveled glory, a charming mess that somehow makes him even more endearing. His tall, strong frame moves with a grace that seems effortless. You can tell the day has left its mark on him, evident in the slight weariness around his eyes, but there's an unmistakable warmth and charm that lingers in the way he carries himself.

When he catches sight of you, his eyes lock onto yours, and a smile spreads across his face, seemingly erasing any signs of fatigue.

"Hey, beautiful," he greets, closing the door behind him and coming up to you to place a sweet kiss to your lips, like he always does. Then he gestures towards the table. "What's all this?"

A shy smile plays on your lips as you take his hand and lead him to the table. "I thought we could have a special dinner tonight. Just the two of us."

He quirks a teasing eyebrow up, eyes scanning over your face. "Did I forget something?"

You shake your head. "No, you didn't forget anything, honey. I... just missed spending some quality time with you. That's all."

Mingyu's expression softens, and he pulls out a chair for you. God, you love him. "Well, I'm all yours tonight."

As the two of you begin to share the carefully prepared meal, the tension in the room slowly dissipates. He tells you about the recent preparations for his group's performance at an upcoming award show, and you update him on all the latest gossip at your workplace.

You love the sense of normalcy returning to your evening and being with him after such an eventful day. Yet within you, the anticipation courses through your veins beneath the surface of your composed act.

It becomes a bit too hard to handle that you have to dismiss yourself to the bathroom to calm yourself down.

Your hands clutch the countertop as you take a deep breath and lock eyes with yourself in the mirror. The reality of the situation dawns on you anew, the nerves doing nothing but making you overthink. It's a blend of excitement and anxiety, and it makes you tighten your grip on the cold surface of the sink.

You look down at your pocket, where the pregnancy test is safely tucked away. You know you can't postpone this moment any longer.

You've imagined the two of you as parents so many times𑁋waking up together and preparing breakfast for a little one, taking family trips, and experiencing the joy of watching your child grow before your eyes. Envisioning this kind of future with Mingyu has always been a dream, and now that it's becoming a reality, the knot in your stomach tightens.

When you head out of the bathroom, you catch sight of your husband already tidying up and washing your dishes under the dim kitchen light. And for some reason the sight alone is enough to send a surge of warmth through you and make your heart leap out of your chest. You married this man, decided to devote your entire life to him despite the complications with his career, and now, you're about to share a piece of both of you with him.

He dries his hands upon noticing you coming up. Then he looks at you with those warm, loving eyes, and it hits you like a wave𑁋the realisation that this incredible man, who has been your rock, your love, and your partner in all aspects of life, is going to be the father of your child. Just in that moment alone, you swear you fell in love with him all over again.

"Hi, angel." He reaches for your hand, interlocking your fingers together and you can feel his wedding ring pressing against your skin, giving you a playful twirl before pulling you into his arms. "What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"

You smile softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. Mingyu has this uncanny ability to make you feel safe, and right now, you need that more than ever.

"Nothing, just..." You bring a thumb up to brush over his skin. "Thinking about you."

Mingyu giggles heartily, pushing back some hair away from your face. "Oh, yeah?" His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "Hmm, is it good thoughts?”

You only give him a sly grin. "Always."

Mingyu just pulls you even closer, his hands making their way down to hold you lightly at the waist.

"Good, because..." He leans in, pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. "I've been thinking about you too."

You laugh softly, relishing the feeling of his warm breath against your skin. When he pulls away, your gazes meet together, and you take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. This is it𑁋the moment you've been waiting for.

"Can you close your eyes for me?" You whisper, a nervous but hopeful smile playing on your lips.

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "What's this, a surprise?"

You nod, trying to conceal the trembling excitement in your voice. "Just close your eyes, honey. Trust me."

He chuckles but obliges anyway, shutting his eyes and wearing a curious grin. You take a moment to compose yourself, feeling the weight of the moment settle on your shoulders. With a deep breath, you retrieve the pregnancy test from your pocket and carefully place it into his hand.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Mingyu blinks his eyes open, and as he sees the pregnancy test in his hand, his expression transforms from curiosity to bewilderment. He looks down at the test, then back at you, his eyes widening with realisation.

"I𑁋is this...?"

"Yeah, we're..." Your words trail off for a second, and you swallow down the lump in your throat. "We're going to be parents."

Mingyu's eyes widen even further, and for a moment, he seems frozen in place. The seconds only continue stretch, feeling like an eternity in the utter silence of your place. You watch the flicker of emotions on his face𑁋surprise, confusion, shock, joy, and a hint of nervousness.

Then, as if a switch is flipped, a radiant smile breaks across his features. Before you can say something, you find yourself being lifted up and sat on the island of your kitchen with Mingyu standing between your legs.

"W-We're going to have a baby?" he stammers, as if the test wasn't enough to convince him and he needs to hear it from your own lips.

You cup his face with your hands. "Yes. We're... we're going to be parents, Gyu."

That's all it takes him for to kiss you, a gentle yet fervent kiss that feels enough to knock the air out of your lungs. Smiles emerge on both of your faces, laughter leaves your lips as he peppers kisses now all over your face.

"I can't believe it," he says between kisses, before pulling away to look at you. There's something a bit different in the way he's looking at you now, something deeper, more profound. "You're carrying our baby. I'm... I'm going to be a dad."

He gently rests his forehead against yours, his hands still cupping your face.

"We're going to be parents," he repeats, savouring the words on his tongue. He knows that phrase will be repeating in his head for the longest time. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

You kiss him again. The kitchen seems to glow with warmth and love as Mingyu holds you close, refusing to pull away anytime soon.

A pair of large arms sneak around you, the soft light of the morning seeping in through the small window and bathing your bathroom in an relaxing, ethereal glow. Mingyu nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his familiar scent wrapping around you comfortingly.

"Good morning, my love," he whispers, lips grazing against your ear.

You dry your face with a towel, letting out a contented sigh as you relax into his embrace. "Good morning."

As the quietness of the morning takes over, you feel Mingyu's hand drift a little lower, before stopping right at the hem of your shirt.

"Can I?" he asks carefully.

You can't help but grin. "You know I'm not even showing yet, right?"

Mingyu just smiles meekly against your skin. "I know. I just want to feel close to the both of you."

So with a nod, you feel his hand make its way under your shirt and gently rest on your stomach. It's only been a day since you've told him, yet he traces over your skin with such tenderness that it makes your heart swell with right out of your chest. He's always been this gentle with you, treating you with the utmost care and love as if you're the most delicate treasure he's ever held. And now, knowing that he's going to extend that same love to the tiny life growing within you, it brings heat to your eyes.

You lean back into him, relishing the warmth of his touch.

As his hand comes to a stop, he places his head on your shoulder. "This is real, isn't it?"

You cup over his hand with yours, following the way he's caressing over your stomach. "Very real."

Mingyu presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, and one to your shoulder blade.

"I love you," he murmurs into your skin. "I love you both so much."

His words linger in the hushed bathroom, and you both stand there for a little while, simply basking in the warmth of the moment knowing that your little family is now in bloom.

"I love you too," You finally reply, turning so that you can face him. "We love you too."

Mingyu just pulls you close and kisses you once more. He will never get tired of hearing that.

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[ruskaroma]

ordinary, corrupt human love. | chapter 1: written in blood.

Warnings: this series will include highly disturbing/dark topics such as stalking, unhealthy obsession, graphic descriptions of violence, blood and gore, manipulation, gaslighting, large age gap, emotional/psychological abuse, dom/sub undertones, bad BDSM etiquette, etc.

this is a dark fic, written in john's pov and a glimpse of how his mind works. if you still continue to read and get triggered, that is not my responsibility.

Summary: John finds himself a new obsession.

Author's note: this is my first ever fanfic for this fandom and i am beyond excited to share this with you guys! though i must say before you begin, english is not my first language and there might be a few errors in my writing here and there, so i apologize in advance.

but either way, i still hope you enjoy this piece, and i can assure you that once i finish writing this series there will be more to come! i really enjoy writing john wick be a merciless bastard who kills everything that breathes, and i hope you enjoy it too as much as i did.

please, please, PLEASE tell me what you think in the comment and reblogs and likes would be so appreciated. it motivates me to write even more :)

(also this is not edited so all mistakes are on me and i apologize)

Word count: 8.1k

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It’s one of those days again.

The sound of his watch ticking is the only thing keeping his car from being too quiet. His eyes watch every single movement of his target, never leaving his sight. It won’t be too long for John to finally strike, he just doesn’t want too many civilians seeing the horror that’s about to happen right before their very eyes.

His mind is thinking of many things he could do with this target in particular. A lowlife thug that got himself involved with a very dangerous Italian mob, but then again that’s not the reason why John’s murderous intent is at its peak at the moment.

He’s angry at something, he just doesn’t know what. And this target of his isn’t helping his situation at all. Reading his criminal record made John think this could be a chance to cure his boredom. This man is not only a sex trafficker, but also a pedophile who has a history of targeting teenagers to rape and sell to the black market that’s as fucked up as him.

He doesn’t normally take his time thinking of ways to kill his targets. He points, shoots, leaves. This one in particular though, got him facing a side of him that John himself doesn’t want to face.

He would start by breaking every single one of the man’s fingers. And if that doesn’t do any justice, he’ll cut them off.

One by one, let the man savor the feeling, let John relish the nightmare.

He could slit the man’s throat, watch as life drains away from his body, watch as the man clings to his legs for mercy. John could even pull out the man’s dick, step on it, fucking cut it off and shove it so far down his own throat that he couldn’t scream for help if he tried.

It’s John’s version of Colombian Necktie. A classic, only ever tried it out four times, hopefully this would be the fifth.

John is never the one to take pleasure in killing people, but these past few months have proved him otherwise.

Maybe it’s because of Helen’s death, and the way he was basically forced to sculpt the demons he buried back into himself. His only remaining bit of humanity was taken from him, and he’s coping in the most unhealthy way possible. Perhaps Winston was right about dipping his pinky a little too much into the pond, but it was inevitable.

John has gone back to his old ways. Taking contracts here and there to distract himself from the void in his heart. He remembers how burying a knife into someone’s throat for the first time in many years has ignited something in him he didn’t even know he had.

That’s why he’s here, exiting his car in a swift move, following his target as quietly as possible into a narrow alleyway that stinks of garbage in piss. This would be a nice place to kill a guy like him – right where he belongs.

John’s movements are so discreet the man couldn’t even sense him until John wrapped his right arm around his neck and his other hand went to cover the man’s mouth. He walks them both to the back of a building as the man struggles, where John’s sure no more people are present, and he kicks him on the jaw to stop the man from making any more noises.

John can make this quick. Pull out his gun and blow his brains out. But there’s that sinister glint in his mind that’s telling him to do something unimaginable – grotesque even – a death a man like him deserves.

The man tries to swing his arm at John but misses pathetically. The poor guy’s already shaking and John hasn’t even begun.

John doesn’t respond to the pitiful attempts of questioning who he is and who sent him here, he simply pulls his knife from his pocket and wastes no time slashing it against the man’s throat, the blood spraying all over his face. The man tries to stop it by shakily covering the deep cut with his hand, but it’s useless.

He’s gargling, choking on his own blood, and John’s watching it all unravel with a familiar glint in his eyes.

John is contemplating if he should follow the plan he made in his head or just leave it like this. Somehow, the sight looks rather incomplete to him. He knows what he’s done is not enough, but that could be just the rage talking. The man’s already dead, and surely cutting off his dick and shoving it so far down his throat it comes out of the wound would leave an ugly reputation on his name. 

Would that be a good thing? John is already feared enough, would it be a good thing to make people fear him even more? But then again, this won’t be the first time he’s done it. Doing it again one more time wouldn’t make any difference.

He glances down at the dead body on his feet before he kneels down to do the unforgivable.

Slicing off a man’s cock is easy. Too easy. John’s knife is perfectly sharpened and stoned, he merely uses any strength to cut it off. The sight is so fucking ugly, too much blood, but nothing he can’t handle.

Once that’s done, John uses his other hand to force the dead man’s jaw open, immediately greeted by the foul stench of blood as he shoves the unpleasant dick into the man’s open mouth. The genitalia is definitely not long enough to reach the throat, but that won’t be any problem for John.

He grits his teeth as he forces his hand in there, not bothering to care even if the jaw breaks and the hole becomes even wider, his goal is the only thing in his mind.

The blood continues to drip and he has never been so grateful for wearing an all black uniform for this occasion. Soon enough, after a few minutes of such a brutal wrongdoing, John sees the tip of the cock reaching the deep wound on the man’s throat as it continues to peak its way out.

A sick, small smile spreads across John’s face. The smile is barely there, but he’s fucking enjoying this more than he’d like to admit. He can only imagine how the news would spread across the assassin underworld like a wildfire.

The Boogeyman’s back in business and he’s scarier than ever.

Perhaps this might be the way to lay his point across. This is a way to show them that it was not a good idea pissing him off, killing what’s his, and bringing him back in business. They’d regret it, but it would be already too late for that.

John uses his other hand to pull the cock right out of the man’s throat but not completely. Half of it is hanging out and John thinks he could even consider this as a masterpiece. There’d be flies and maggots that would make the scenery better, but the cleaning service is there for a reason. He can’t just not use it.

John stands up from his position, pocketing his knife back into his pocket before retrieving his phone with the other. He dials a number, waits for them to pick up, all while admiring his work on the ground.

His previous contracts these past few months all ended in such an unimaginable, ugly way. He figured that by showing them that he’s capable of such brutality, it would increase the numbers of people calling him in for more jobs, because this is exactly what they wanted. They wanted Baba Yaga, the ruthless killer of the underworld who stops at nothing to finish his job, and he’s simply giving it to them.

Someone picks up the call and he straightens his posture, checking the time on his watch before speaking.

“This is Wick. John Wick, yes. I would like to make a dinner reservation for one.”

The news spread faster than anticipated.

The notorious man John Wick, the hot topic of the criminal underworld at the moment, even gained the attention of The High Table, and it all happened in the span of one day. That’s how quick the news spread amongst his fellow assassins, though that’s exactly what he was going for.

John expected it so he isn’t surprised when he receives a call from Charon saying Winston wants to meet him.

He inserts a coin in the door and the small window opened briefly. The guy on the other side immediately recognized him, not wasting a single moment to open the door and let the man of the hour in. All eyes are on him the moment he steps into the club, but no one dared to murmur anything to anybody – not when the man himself is here.

They know better.

John spots Winston at his usual spot drinking his usual order, signaling John to sit beside him where a glass of bourbon is already present. 

“Jonathan,” Winston greets, raising his glass. “We have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

“I figured,” John replies, though not interested. He slides himself to the booth and takes a sip of his own drink. “I don’t understand why though.”

“Are we really playing this game, Jonathan?” The manager raises a brow. 

“I was just doing my job.”

“In a way you don’t normally do,” Winston then adds. “Or should I say, in a way you don’t even do.”

John gives him a look, but he could tell Winston doesn’t know how to interpret it. His face remains emotionless, not letting the mask slip and grant Winston the privilege to take a peak. John will continue to play this game until he’s satisfied, until he feels something again. Surely he’ll find what he’s looking for while doing the only thing he’s ever good at – slaughtering.

“Let’s just say I was trying out a new technique,” John says, voice deep and almost sinister. Winston’s scared, though he doesn’t show it, John knows. 

“I have known you ever since you started, Jonathan. Not once did it cross my mind you would do something so.. horrifying as this. You discarded the body like he was some sort of pig, so believe me when I say I couldn’t believe it at first.”

John has no idea why Winston’s whining about him being horrifying, when that’s all they’ve been saying about him ever since he joined. He didn’t gain this reputation for no reason, now he’s just simply showing them what more he’s capable of.

“You should’ve seen his record.” His tone is menacing, swirling the drink in his hand as he stares deeply at Winston’s eyes. “He’s worse than a pig.”

The drop of the curse word takes Winston by surprise. “So is that what it is, then? You killed him that way because you think he deserved it?”

“Not really,” John simply sighs, leaning back on the leather seat as he takes another sip of his bourbon. He really isn’t planning on staying longer, but Winston seems to be taking his sweet time asking him a bunch of stupid questions. “I couldn’t care less of what he’s done. I was simply… bored. Saying that I did that because I think he deserved it gives people a reason to think that what I did was justifiable.”

The look on Winston’s face says enough. He’s afraid of John, afraid of what he has become. Hearing John say he did such an unforgiving thing just because he was bored is beyond frightening. No man has ever inflicted so much fear on him before – at least not until John.

“I think we’re done for tonight,” Winston finally says, not wanting to hear any more disturbing thoughts of John, but he remains polite and calm for the sake of their friendship. “You have a good night, Jonathan.”

John gives him a nod, standing up from his seat and downing his drink in one go. “Goodnight, Winston.”

He exits the club with an eerie aura following behind him, not caring about the way people are looking at him like he’s got Death himself walking beside him.

It makes him wonder that maybe death doesn’t follow him after all.

Maybe it is him.

Someone offered him five million to fuck up a man who allegedly stole a fuck ton of kilograms of cocaine from their warehouse, and really, who is John to decline the offer?

Hunting the man is easy. It didn’t even take a day to locate where the man lives, and John’s already breaking into his apartment to shoot the guy and leave. There’s no point in rummaging the place for the cocaine, all of it is already up the man’s system by the looks of it, and killing him is John’s job.

John wants to finish this one fast, he’s got other business to attend to. As he backs up the frightened, pathetic excuse for a man against the wall, he takes his gun out of his holster and aims directly at the head, right between the eyes, and he watches in great pleasure as the residue of his brains splatter against the walls and the floor.

This man didn’t even put up a fight. John thinks this is a waste of time.

He exits the apartment with disappointment heavy on his shoulders, slamming the door shut. Although the gun he used has a silencer, the rooms are too close to each other. He’s sure there might be other people who heard the shot of his firearm.

The apartment building is located at the filthy side of New York, where most known drug dealers and junkies do their nasty deals. It’s no surprise that as soon as John steps a foot out of the worn out building, all eyes are on him, but mainly on the clothes he’s wearing. They’re planning on mugging him out, and John would like to see them try.

Just as he’s about to walk to his car, his phone rings abruptly in his chest pocket. He retrieves it in one swift motion, not noticing that a gold coin fell out as he does so, and he continues walking to not waste any more time.

“Sir! Excuse me, sir, you dropped something!” John hears from behind. He doesn’t bother looking.

The call isn’t nearly as important as the business he needs to attend to, so he hangs up the call and pushes his phone back into his pocket. As soon as he does that, he feels a small hand touching his shoulder.

John’s hand immediately flies to wrap his large hand around the person’s wrist, turning around to see a young woman with a bewildered expression on her pretty face, little fingers holding his golden coin that looks far too big on her hand.

She looks scared, terrified, and oh how fucking awful that makes John feel. Like he’s been punched right in the fucking gut. He’s enthralled.

“I wasn’t–you dropped it and I’m just giving it to you, I promise!”

She’s looking at John with big, doe eyes. She also looks freshly showered, wrapped in a black puffy jacket that makes her even smaller than she already is. John lets his eyes linger on her lips, so plump and glossy. Her voice sounds sweet, soft, something John isn’t used to hearing.

John can’t help but to stare.

“Are you–are you gonna let me go, mister?”

The way she stutters triggers a hot feeling in John’s guts, and can’t help but to rub his thumb on the girl’s dainty wrist before slowly letting her go.

So delicate, he could snap them in half.

“Sorry,” John apologizes, taking the coin from her hold, and his fingers itch at the way her skin feels so soft against his rough hands. “Force of habit.”

“It’s okay,” she smiles a little, and there goes that hot curl in John’s stomach once again. “That thing looks expensive so be careful next time.”

Just like that, John doesn’t get the chance to reply back. She makes her leave and patters away from him, and he watches. He watches until she’s out of the view, taking a turn to a corner, leaving John with something he can’t quite figure out yet, but he soon will be.

For the first time in a while, he feels something new.

Suddenly, everything is too good to be true.

John will find himself staring at his hands for too long, still feeling the ghost of her soft skin on his fingers, fantasizing about her pretty face and soft, plump lips.

It’s scary for him to feel something again because that only means destruction. John likes to believe he has a gift of ruining everything he touches, especially the pure ones – like her. It’s a proven statement. Just look at Helen and Daisy.

This little one won’t be any different, he’s sure of it. John’s whole body is heating up everytime he thinks about her. The look on her face when she saw John’s chilling expression, her wide eyes, so glossy and innocent.

John wants to see her again.

His fingers itch, yearning to touch her again. 

Why he’s suddenly interested in a young woman he just met a few days ago, he has no idea. John’s a bit confusing – fucked up, even. He long accepted the fact that his mind is nowhere near healthy years ago. He tried to push those thoughts away when he met Helen, but now he’s out of his shell and back in business, there’s no need to.

He’s always been one of the wolves, and now that he’s laid his eyes on his next meal, he will make sure there’s not a single thing that will get in his way to hunt her down.

He had a crisis for two days before doing the unexpected. It didn’t take long for John to find her. 

Now, John has been following her around for a week, and he noticed a certain pattern his little one likes to follow as she goes on her day.

The very place where they met is where she lives, surrounded by a bunch of goons who have no idea what to do with their lives. John begins to wonder why she’s living in a place like that. He could take her, put her somewhere safe, under his care and protection. Make sure no one will dare to lay a finger on her.

John knows where she works. At a veterinary clinic not too far from her apartment, which is why she walks to work every three in the afternoon, but not without stopping by in her favorite deli and getting a large order of her favorite sandwich. She’s a part-timer. She’d be at school from seven to twelve, and at work from three to eight.

John finds the little things she does amusing. He’d be seated in a cafe right across from her work, watching how she moves around her office through a big window, petting and cooing at the animals who come and go.

She’s so perfect, so pure, so naive. She has no idea that a monster is lurking ten feet away from her, watching her every move like a hawk, thinking about the ways he could destroy her, make her his.

John is not delusional. He’s fully aware of what he’s doing and he’s aware of what people might call him. 

Stalker.

Creep.

They don’t know him though. They don’t know why he acts this way. They’d do the same if they were him, that’s for sure. He’s not the bad guy here, he’s simply just protecting her little one, even from afar. John went as far as destroying a whole Russian Bratva for a mere puppy and a car, he’d do even worse if she’s somehow taken away from him.

John sees her exiting the building and his first thought is to follow her. He stands up from his seat, the cup of coffee long forgotten as he makes his way out of the café and keeps a safe distance between the two of them. It’s risky, especially in the broad daylight, but John knows she’s too oblivious to notice.

She’s with her friends this time, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by John how she clings at the shirt of her co-worker as they cross the street, small hands fisting at the fabric. He thinks about how he won’t ever let go of her hand once she’s his. He’s not big on physical affection, having to grow up with no parents and a rather strict orphanage, but maybe he could be gentle. Engulf her hand in his, stroke it with his thumb, tuck her hair behind her ears, show everyone that she’s already owned.

They wouldn’t dare to lay their hands on her again.

John walks in the middle of the sidewalk, not bothering to move away despite seeing people approaching. He doesn’t need to, the look in his face is enough for people to give him the way. It’s interrupted however, when someone does try to get in his way, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back a little.

John clenches his jaw, pissed. He takes his eyes from his little one and on the person who so rudely interrupted what he’s doing – it’s Marcus.

“John? I was just looking for you at the Continental.” Marcus has a small smile on his face, clearly not aware of John’s expression.

His eyes dart behind Marcus, where his little one is supposed to be, but she’s gone. John feels something curl in his stomach, his fingers itching again, eyes rapidly searching for her in the sea of people.

He looks at Marcus again, deciding he’ll just find her later, but he worries that something might happen to her now that John’s attention isn’t on her.

“Why?” he almost snaps, voice deep and laced with no emotion.

“Why? Because it’s been quite some time, John. I haven’t heard from you since the Iosef situation, but I did hear you’re back in business,” Marcus replies, but when he sees how distracted John looks, his voice falters. “You working?”

“Yeah.” The lie comes off smoothly. “I’ll see you around.”

John taps Marcus’ shoulder, trying to sound as polite as possible even though he badly wants to break a couple of his teeth for taking his attention away from her. He knows Marcus is probably noticing something, but John’s never the one to care.

Marcus drops the subject. “Alright, John. I’ll see you around.”

With that, John disappears in the crowd with no looking back.

It’s been awhile since John last took a job.

He can’t seem to take his eyes away from his little one. He can’t stop fucking stalking her from morning to night time.

John’s afraid that once he takes his attention from her even for a second, something bad might happen to her. It’s engraved in his mind that she can’t protect herself and he’s solely there to be the protector.

No one would understand. He’s doing this for her own good.

John’s absence at the Continental doesn’t go unnoticed by Winston and Charon. They’re his favorite, after all. Watch his every move carefully ever since that ugly murder John did. Perhaps he could make his next kill even uglier. To them, it’s vile and grotesque. For John, it’s special and unique.

This time, it took a good self-beating before John decided to take a contract. Three million to hunt down a rival crime lord, nothing he can’t handle, but somehow it brings an unusual feeling on his shoulder he isn’t fond of. Perhaps because John’s leaving his little one for a while and he isn’t quite sure what to feel. Worried and pissed – but mostly worried.

That is why he hired someone to trail his little one on his behalf. Everyone in business would do anything for a coin despite how fucked up disturbing it is. John offered a generous amount of coins to keep the assassin’s mouth shut, but he also held him at gunpoint and gave him a good talk before he sent the dog out in the field.

His only job is to keep an eye on her, report everything he’ll see to John, and maybe even take pictures for safety purposes.

John has been overseas in the last three days, and everything that’s been sent to him has been his only form of entertainment. There’s videos of her giggling with her friends, videos and photos of her in the library, outside her school, her work, and even in her apartment. There’s also information sent to him about the background of her friends – every single one of them, because John didn’t pay so much for nothing.

There’s one particular friend that ticks off John in all the worst way possible. He’s young, around her age, and the way he hugs and touches her just fucking sets him off. John wants to break his fingers in half. He reminds himself that once he’s home, he’ll make sure to take care of that boy himself.

“What else have you got?” John questions through the phone, and it doesn’t take long for his precious dog to respond.

“Oh, he is one creepy motherfucker. I’m starting to understand why you’re so riled up with this guy, boss. The urge to strangle him every time he gets in the picture gets stronger and stronger everyday.” He hears a laugh at the other end. The guy that’s working for him – Alex, if he remembers correctly – is young, new in business, knows not to fuck with John so he keeps his job adequate. If Alex ever notice how fucked up John is for making him follow a young woman to keep his life in order, he doesn’t say anything about it. “Just tell me when I can shoot this guy and I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

“Leave him. Keep an eye on him, but don’t kill him,” John advises, his tone leaving no room for discussion. “I’ll handle him myself when I get back. For the meantime, focus on Y/N and keep any troubles out of her way. Fail that task and I’d serve your head hot on a platter.”

“You got it, boss.”

John is playing nicely.

He’s not going to force his way into her life. He’s gonna be welcomed, with open arms, desired.

There are times he’d thought about giving in to his desperation and act with his dick instead of his head. There are times he’d thought about following her to a dark street, where no one’s around, he’s on the prowl and ready to pounce. He’d put a fabric against her mouth and nose, laced with enough chemicals to make her pass out and for him to carry her in his car with no problems whatsoever. John thinks about how he’d make it look like he’s just picking up his very drunk and passed out girlfriend and no one would know a goddamn thing.

John would keep her in his house where she won’t need anything but him. 

But of course, he’s not that cruel.

They’re only thoughts. Thoughts that he tries hard to keep away, but at the end of the day he reminds himself that he’s better than that.

John is not going to force his way into her life.

He’ll make sure to get her addicted enough to come crawling at his feet herself. She’ll be dependent on him, won’t be able to live without him. John will make sure his plan will go out smoothly or otherwise he’ll be the one bringing Hell with him on this land and seek as much havoc as he possibly can.

The death emissary himself will strike tonight.

A Friday night out with her friends has John on high alert. That’ll only mean she’s constantly surrounded with people, god knows what could happen if John even takes his eyes off her for a second. He lurks on the side, blending himself with the crowd as much as he can all while keeping his gaze on her. 

He doesn’t need any drugs to keep his mind insane, because the sight of a specific man getting very close to what’s his is enough to make him visualize all the ugly and twisted ways to kill a man.

She’s wearing a thin silky dress that’s low on her cleavage and shows her perky breasts. She’s currently the flame in a room full of moths, John included. Everyone’s eyes are on her, observing the way she sways her hips and sings along to the loud music – John’s fingers itch.

The itch to kill is back again, driving into his veins, his hands twitch on the table. John wants to pull out his gun and shoot everyone in this fucking room. He wants to stab them in the eyes one by one and make them feed it to themselves. He wants to grab this guy on the neck and slam his head against the wall repeatedly until his brain scatter all over the fucking place and there’s nothing left for him to ruin.

This guy is getting on his fucking nerves.

John watches as the man smoothly brings his arm on her shoulder, whispering something in her ear that doesn’t make her look so impressed. In fact, she looks disturbed, uncomfortable, tense. Despite the guy being her friend, John could tell she doesn’t feel comfortable with the way he’s showing her affection.

It’s hard to see her like this, but he knows he can’t just jump in between the two of them and beat the shit out of the guy until he chokes on his own blood. He’ll have to wait, maybe after this party, he’ll strike and discard the body in a way that’ll make even Winston spook in his sleep. It’s not a major offense to kill a man that’s not in the game anyway – or at least that’s what John tells himself.

This guy wouldn’t be able to be three feet near his little one once John’s done with him. He’ll be six feet under.

John sees her swiftly moving away from his touch, trying to make her rejection look as polite as possible, which receives a not-so-amused reaction from her little friend.

This guy doesn’t deserve her at all. No one does. Except maybe John, but that’s because he knows he’s capable of actually taking care of her and keeping her safe. Nobody would understand what he feels, what he yearns, what he wants.

Good girl, John thinks. Walk away.

His gaze follow her as she makes her way to the backdoor and out to the cold air of the city. John follows in a hurry, keeping a safe distance between the two of them, then opens the door as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t let his presence known.

There are a few people on the street, either having a smoke break or making out against the piss stained wall, but she stays just beside the busy road as she wraps her arms around herself.

His gaze burn daggers on her exposed back, the urge to cover her up with his jacket and take her home. A drunk man comes stumbling out of the club, accidentally tripping over his steps and he pushes her hard enough to make her yelp as her heels lose balance and almost making herself get run over by a passing truck.

Almost.

Everything happens so fast. One moment John is standing five feet from her, the next is he’s grasping her wrists in his hand and pulling her back to her feet and dragging her back to the curb. He was already on the act once he saw the man exiting the club, he knew exactly this would happen.

The scene looks strangely familiar, one John could never forget. The same position, same hand placement, same rough fingers around her wrist and dark eyes boring into hers – their very first meeting.

“You!” she gasps, not caring about the fact that she almost just got hit by a fucking truck. “I know you! You’re the guy outside my apartment that day! What are you doing here?”

John stares. Predictable. Of course she’s talking to him like they’ve known each other for years. She’s too friendly.

“Hello to you too,” John replies, though his tone is blank as well as his face. “You remember me.”

“‘Course I do,” she giggles, a little tipsy, pupils dilated and licking her lips nervously. “You’re pretty hard to forget. I remember asking my neighbors around the area if you’re new there, turns out you were just visiting.”

John furrows his brows, hand still not letting go of her wrist. What does she mean by she’s asked around the area about him?

His face must’ve looked confused, he sees her grinning childishly. “It’s a coincidence that I see you again!”

Not a coincidence, but fate.

John doesn’t believe in a lot of things, but he believes in fate. Fate brought him Helen, and now fate is bringing him another angel. If she really went as far as asking the neighborhood about his existence, then it must be fate.

“I’m Y/N. I figured if we keep bumping into each other then you should at least know my name,” she says, completely oblivious that John already knows everything that has to be known about her. From her little mannerisms to the last name of her fucking grandmother. “May I know yours or are you just gonna stare at me all night?”

“It’s John,” he gulps, not wanting to look like a loser in front of her, not after everything he went through for her. “It’s really nice to see you again.”

He sucks at this. He fucking sucks at this.

“You haven’t answered my question, by the way. What brings you here?”

It hangs in the air, John lets go of her wrist. Luckily, he thinks fast enough and says the first thing that comes to his mind. “Work.”

“Ah, work,” she nods. “You work here? In the club? What are you, a bouncer or something?”

“I don’t. Someone I work with is in the club.” A lie, but it’s not like she would know. “We had a talk.”

“Not really a man of words, eh?” she raises an eyebrow teasingly. 

“This is the most words I’ve said in the past few days,” John says. “I’d say you’re special.”

The look on her face is enough to make his entire night even better. Blushing, lips opening and closing, not knowing what to say. John wants to graze his thumb on her lips, thinking about how good it would feel stretching over his cock.

He blinks. Where did that come from?

“For someone who doesn’t talk much, you sure make it sound smooth when you do. Are you always this slick, John?” she giggles again, music to his ear. “That’s actually better than what I heard from my friend earlier, so thank you.”

“That’s good to know.”

Before she could say anything back, the door of the club opens once again and her friends appear, waving a hand at her and beckoning her to get inside. She looks at John, gives him a sympathetic look, as if apologizing that their talk gets cut off too soon.

“I’m really sorry but my friends want me back in there. Hopefully we can continue this again, yeah?” she smiles cheekily, tucking her hair behind her ear. “If you want, you could give me your number so we can talk someplace else? You know… with no one bothering us and all that.”

There it is. John didn’t think it would be this easy to sink the hook in. All he needs to do is pull and take what’s meant to be his.

“Sure.” He enters his number swiftly, feeling that familiar burn in his guts once again when he sees the wallpaper being her pretty face. “Feel free to message me whenever you want. I’ll make time for you.”

She looks at her phone and smiles before starting to walk away from him, waving a hand goodbye, but it doesn’t feel like a goodbye. John knows it isn’t. She’s already his the moment she started talking to him again.

“Of course! Get home safe, John! I’ll see you soon!” 

“You too.”

She doesn’t know John won’t be heading home any time soon until he knows she’s safe and sound in her apartment.

Jay Lopez.

The name burns on his tongue. Bitter and resentful. He stares at the photos his precious dog sent to him and he has to stop the impulse to burn every single one of them.

Jay Lopez is the guy that’s been leeching on his girl since the dawn of time, and thankfully John is here to put an end to it. 

He’s hideous. It’s interesting how John stooped this low that he’d be willing to kill a college student for being too near his little bambi, but alas, he’s never the one to care for such things. Morals and righteousness have never been in his book, not now, nor ever.

It’s only a matter of time until he gets rid of this pest. He’s fucking creepy, follows around not only Y/N but a bunch of other women. 

John doesn’t want his death to be quick and simple. He wants to do it in an ugly way, make sure his body will never be found, make sure he’ll never get to lay his hands and eyes on what’s his. The way Jay stares at her in these pictures ignites something evil within John’s veins. It’s been awhile since he felt something like this.

“Alex.” he looks at his pet standing by the door, waiting for the next command. “Bring him to me alive.”

“Can I at least rough him up a bit?”

John doesn’t answer at first, looks back at the photos on his table. “Do what you want, just make sure he’s still breathing when you bring him here.”

“On it, boss.”

Truth be told, John doesn’t need a pet to order around for this job. He has himself – a labeled attack dog of the Tarasovs for years, their hellhound, chained and muzzled unless they need him to kill. He’s a one man army as some would say, he doesn’t need Alex running around doing tasks for him, but it sure does make the job a lot faster.

It’s not a way to downgrade his reputation nor skills to hunt, he really just needs this Jay guy gone as fast as possible.

On the same day, Alex manages to haul a very brutally violated Jay to the floor of his basement. He stinks, pants wet from piss and a face John is having a hard time recognizing.

“You said rough him up a bit, not make him look unrecognizable.”

“Same thing.”

Jay is sobbing his eyes out, his cries of pleas falls to deaf ears and John just wants to fucking bash his skull with his own foot. “W-who are you guys?! What the f-fuck did I do?! Get me out of here or I’ll tell the fucking police–”

John kicks him on the chin hard to stop the goon from rambling. “You’re not telling anybody any shit, tough guy.”

“So, what are you planning to do to him? Can I watch?”

“Can you handle it?”

Alex shrugs. He’s in the presence of the most dangerous assassin in the underworld, wouldn’t hurt to learn anything from his skills and techniques, doesn’t matter how fucked up it is.

John nods towards the chainsaw sitting at the corner of the room, and Alex turns to face him with wide eyes. “Jesus Christ, man. You serious? Last time I heard you’re a hitman, not a serial killer.”

“Same qualifications. Same thing.” John grabs the man by the arm then drags him to a chair. He takes a rope from the table and swiftly ties him up securely. “We start with the head, then arms and legs. It would be hard to put his entire body in a drum full of acid, so we need to cut him off one by one.”

Alex looks like he’s about to run off somewhere safe from what he’s witnessing. “You’re talking like you’ve done this before, holy fuck.”

John gives him a look, and Alex immediately shuts his mouth. Right. He’d done this before. This is completely normal.

“I’ve been following you for a while, Jay. You’re a creep who befriends pretty girls, then you’ll drug them and make them have sex with you,” John taunts, the sound of his heels hitting the concrete floor is enough to send shivers down his spine. “Is that what you’re also planning to do with Y/N? Be her friend and fuck her once she’s drugged up and vulnerable?”

It’s a bold statement coming from John himself since he’s no better man than Jay, but at least his intentions come from a different place.

“You-you’re fucking sick!” Jay spits.

“I’m sick? I’m not the one going around making girls uncomfortable now, am I?” he picks up the chainsaw, then watches in enjoyment as Jay widens his eyes in fear. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, Jay. You won’t be able to use your pathetic little dick of yours to any woman ever again, and most importantly –”

John fires up the chainsaw, adrenaline coursing through his veins when he sees the horrified look in the man’s face as he tries to get up and scream for help.

“I can finally sleep well at night knowing you’re not in Y/N’s life anymore.”

As John steps into the light, a roaring chainsaw in his hands, Alex could only watch in horror as the basement gets painted with blood in mere seconds.

There’s a vacant apartment just across her room, giving John the perfect view of what she’s doing while she’s alone.

Most of the time, John will pull up a seat beside the window and take pictures. The other half of the time is just him staring, observing. It seems that she’s too comfortable knowing there’s no one across the building so she doesn’t close the curtains, leaving John no choice but to keep his eyes on her.

He found this place just three days after following her. He couldn’t help it. Following her to school and work suddenly wasn’t enough for John that he had to find a way to somehow watch her even in her sleep. 

He should be ashamed of himself. He should feel guilty for what he’s doing – he should stop, but he just can’t. John’s already done too much. This is like being pulled back into the underworld all over again but this time, there’s something good that’s waiting for him on the other side.

Maybe it’s the delusion that comes with it that’s not stopping John from whatever he’s doing. Lately, he’s been thinking about how life would turn out to be if his plan goes out smoothly. They’d live happily ever after, she would end up loving him just the way he planned it out to be, and John will make sure no one will ever dare to take those peace away from him again.

He’d make sure no one will ever come close to her again once she’s his. She’d be isolated but protected. Just how John likes it.

It’s been two days since John gave his number, but he knows she’s just giddy and nervous to text him. He’d seen her staring at her phone, biting her bottom lip anxiously, thinking if it would be a good idea or not. He knows she’ll give in one way or another because he sees it in her face. She’s too easy, too gullible, too naive.

She’s lonely, just like him.

John could tell she’s waiting for someone – she’s desperate, no wonder she asked for his number the second time they met. She wants someone to take care of her, to hold her, tell her that she deserves the world. That someone is John whether she likes it or not.

This isn’t just any unhealthy obsession. John finds himself too deep to get out. He knows her little mannerisms, studied her every action, has a red room full of her pictures and no one can’t say he’s not ready to give up anything for her. John has already given up his sanity ever since he mutilated a man for being too close to her.

She’s his life now, his everything.

John watches intensely as she shreds her clothes in her room, baring him the full view of herself naked, and John grips the side of his chair too hard his knuckles turn white. This is the first time he’d seen her naked, it’s so sudden and so… perfect.

His cock fattens in his pants as he observes every curve of her body. Her waist is fucking perfect and her body is thick yet delicate. John thinks about bruising her sensitive skin, leaving a mark that will show everyone that she’s owned. He would love to see her in a collar, hear it jingle when she crawls. 

She’s completely fucking naked that John wonder just how naive she is to think there would be no one seeing her like this. What if John isn’t the only one watching her? What if somebody else sees her like this? His fingers itch, jaw clenching.

He’d kill them. He’d kill them in front of her, and the thought somehow made his cock hard even more. He grimaces, disturbed at the reaction of his body.

John doesn’t really understand the sexual aspects of killing, but now he’s thinking about how she would react if she sees him working. He’d kill someone in front of her and he’d see the look of disgust and betrayal in her face. He can already imagine how her eyes would well up with tears and fuck, his dick shouldn’t be this hard.

She’d fear him, and John would be turned on. How fucked up would that be? Just how fucked up can his mind get?

He resists the urge to wrap his hand around his cock because fuck no. He would not stoop this low, he is not a teenage boy. No matter how strong the thoughts get, the thoughts of wrapping his own hand around her neck, squeezing it hard and cutting off her airflow as John forces his cock in her cunt, hearing her mewl and scream and beg to just –

John sucks in air, eyes back on her in her room, wrapping a robe around herself and heading to the bathroom. This is fucked up. His cock is incredibly hard and leaking, and his mind won’t stop thinking about how good her pussy would feel around him.

He’d talk her through it. Whisper sweet nothings in her ear as she releases around her cock, praising her for being such a good girl. Then he’d fuck her again, in a different position, debauching her in different ways not even the devil himself could think of.

John would ruin her, and she will have no choice but to accept it.

He brings his hand to his face as he sighs deeply. He wonders what Helen would feel of what he’s doing. Disgusted, no doubt. This is not the same man she fell in love with years ago. He would never do something like this, but fate has its plans, and John believes everything happens for a reason.

She was brought into his life for a reason and it’s up to him whether he takes.

John doesn’t realize that he’s been staring at nothing for too long until she comes back in his view once again. Her hair is still wet, still wrapped up in a fluffy pink robe, and John’s fingers itch to grab, squeeze, possess.

He sees her picking up her phone, staring for a moment before her fingers start typing. John has been anticipating this moment for so long, the time has finally come.

In his chest pocket, his phone buzz silently, the vibration sending excitement in his whole body.

There it is.

13.06.15 11:46 PM UNKNOWN NUMBER : hello! this is Y/N from the club the other night

13.06.15 11:46 PM UNKNOWN NUMBER : also that Y/N who returned your super expensive looking coin hehe ;) i hope you didn’t forget about me!

There it fucking is.

John’s lips curl into a small smile. His efforts are finally paying off. 

All he needs to do is to get what’s his.

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[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere! luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons

Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of violence, physical abuse, and blood.

There may also be possible triggers in this story.

If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please hit the 'back' button on your device or computer and read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events.

I would like to thank @berrypuddingpwease for helping me expand a concept to full-fledged headcanons featuring one of my favorite characters from MXTX's danmei series, Scum Villian's Self-Saving System, aka SVSSS. This is dedicated to you, my friend :)

So without being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy!

Luo Binghe had suffered one tragedy after another in his life, and being a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect with a scummy master would later serve as the foundation of his twisted personality in the future. You know it will happen because you have read it. This world you had woken up in, is none other than the famous stallion novel, Proud Immortal Demon Way. Your current incarnation wasn’t a member of Luo Binghe’s three digit harem nor the villain Shen Quingqui, but an extra, a senior disciple in Qing Ding Peak. 

Since you weren’t equipped with a system, at least that you were currently aware of at the moment, it wouldn’t be considered OOC for canon fodder to try and be a good mentor to the current white lotus that is Luo Binghe, or try to improve your own cultivation so there was a chance you would survive the sect’s demise when the protagonist emerged from the Endless Abyss as an awakened Heavenly Demon. 

It started off with the small things; greeting Luo Binghe  with a smile whenever you saw him, sneaking an extra bit of food or medicine into the woodshed when you were sure no one was watching you, especially Shen Qingqiu. He might be a good teacher, but his temper was a legend in this peak. 

The only way you could help Luo Binghe improve himself was to purposely compare your cultivation manual with the one he had, the false one written by the peak lord in an attempt to thwart the protagonist’s growth. By doing this, it would add another reason for Luo Binghe to hate his shizun. 

You allowed him to borrow your book to copy any information he needed, as long as he was discreet. Lup Binghe swore to take good care of the manual, holding it close to his chest with sparkling eyes as he stared at you with a smile. It was cute, this white lotus version of Binghe. 

Seeing positive changes in how behavior had been worth withstanding Shen Qingqiu’s anger, especially when he found out just the other day that you were the culprit who had been sneaking an extra portion of food to the protagonist. Good things the sleeves of the cultivation uniform were long enough to hide the bruises starting to form on your arms. There’s no doubt that the sect leader will start dishing out punishment to you from now on, even for the smallest mistake. 

Oh, well. You’ll just have to be more careful in behaving around the rest of the sect and Binghe from now on. Still, how could he continue to grow without triggering the events that would lead to his blackening?

As you contemplated these thoughts, you could not have realized nor believed just how much of your presence in this world the plot of Proud Immortal Demon Way in very unexpected ways until it was too late to revert the damage that had already been done. 

Luo Binghe is a  very sticky, lovesick puppy for the shixiong who has treated him with so much kindness and respect and it scares him. He’s afraid he’ll wake up one morning….and realize that it had been a sweet, sweet dream. But he wakes up early every morning, and he sees his shixiong teaching the others alongside Ming Fan….and when his shixiong sees him, he smiles. And it is a warm, friendly smile that Binghe secretly wishes would belong only to him and no one else. 

With his shixiong, Binghe’s life in the peak is so much better. He hasn’t been this happy in a long, long time…so why was his shizun continuing to punish his shixiong so unfairly? His shixiong didn’t do anything wrong! He is training him and the other disciples in preparation for the Immoral Alliance Conference, and doing more than his fair share of the chores around the peak! 

But no matter what his shixiong did or did not do, their shizun would pull him away from him or the others, and his shixiong would not return to the bamboo house until it was past dinner-time. 

Shixiong tried to brush off his concerns with a smile, but Binghe wasn’t blind! He sees the angry whip marks on his senior’s arms, his head and robes soaked with tea, the pained look in his eyes! Shixiong….Shixiong doesn’t deserve to be treated like this!

He needed to get stronger. Not just to protect himself but to make sure Shen Quingqui wouldn’t hurt his shixiong ever again! And if the sect didn’t accept them being together, then they will find happiness elsewhere. Rogue cultivators did exist beyond these mountains, although the other disciples believed they were wholly evil. But Binghe has come to realize that this world isn’t just black and white. 

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[debonairprincesposts]

If you have requests open I'd love to request a Lucifer x reader angst. When he finds out they're dating Charlie, he gets too protective and ends up scaring them away. After seeing how upset she gets when the reader breaks up with her because of him, he has to try and patch things up.

Thank you anon for this wonderful request! I thrive on angst. Ask and you shall receive! Mostly.

Anyway! Here is your Lucifer x reader angst.

Hope it’s to your liking-

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

It’s finally happening. Charlie was finally going to introduce her partner to her dad. She just hopes that he doesn’t hate (Name) as soon as he sees them.

“Calm down, Char! I’m sure it’ll go great- I mean, how bad could it be, right?” You tried to comfort Charlie. Not like you were any better. You were just as nervous, maybe even more. You were going to meet the king of hell for heaven’s sake!

“No- you’re right! There’s no way he won’t like you! You’re like- the nicest person I know! He’s bound to take a liking to you-,” Charlie says, pacing around the hotel lobby. Nobody was present at the moment, she told everyone that she was gonna have an important meeting with her dad and had Vaggie request that nobody be present in the lobby at that time.

Knock knock

He’s here! Already?! You just hope that everything goes well and he ends up liking you. Charlie would be pretty upset if he didn’t. You would too-

“Charlie! So good to see you again!”

Lucifer said as he basically crushed her in a bear hug with a grin.

“G-Good to see you too, dad!” Charlie wheezes out as she hugs him back.

He lets go as he walks into the lobby, “So what is this important thing you wanted to show me, Char Char?”

“Uhm- dad, I just wanted you to meet someone really important to me, so- Uhm,” She drags you over by the shoulders, “meet (Name)! My lover!” Says Charlie with a nervous smile.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir!” You extend your hand for a shake, Lucifer grabs your hand with narrowed eyes and a strained grin as his grip on your hand tightens to a painful degree. “Likewise.”

Awkward silence…

“Alright!” Says Charlie with a clap to clear the awkwardness, “Why don’t you two get to know each other while I go get us some drinks.”

You look at Charlie with a pleading look to not leave you alone with her dad, because you know for a fact you would’ve been dead ten times over from the way he’s glaring at you if looks could kill.

Charlie gives you an apologetic smile as she quickily makes her way to the bar in the lobby.

“So,” He suddenly says, startling you, you turn to look at him. The way he’s looking at you tells you he’s displeased that you’re in a relationship with Charlie , “What are your intentions with my daughter?” Distrust clear in his voice.

Sweat drips down your temple. You take a deep breath, “I love her, sir. I want to try my best to make her happy like she does with me.” You say with a shaky smile.

His eyes narrow even further than before, “I’m not buying it. You’re a sinner! The only reason you’d be down here is if you did some really terrible things. Why would a terrible person like you want to be with Charlie. What is your plan exactly? Are you trying to exploit her kindness? Steal her money? Her life?”

He’s basically glaring now.

Your eyes widen as you immediately go to deny all the things he said, “What? N-No! I would never- I love Charlie! I wouldn’t ever do anything like that!”

“Bullshit!” Venom drips from his voice, he’s actually really starting to scare you now. Charlie, where are you?? “I want you as far away from my daughter as possible. Do you understand?”

“But sir-,”

“I said- Do you understand?” His eyes flash red as his horns slightly peak from under his skin.

“O-okay-,” you say dejectedly as you try to keep your tears at bay.

“Wonderful!” He goes back to normal as if he didn’t just basically threaten you, grin wide and everything, “I’m sure you’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, right?” He says with a threatening grin. “And Charlie better not hear a thing about this, clear?”

“Crystal.” You say as you look away to hide your tears.

After Charlie comes back with the drinks, you excuse yourself to the restroom to wash your face.

Charlie shoots you a worried glance. You flash her a small smile as you pass her.

“You didn’t say anything mean, did you dad?” Charlie shoots her dad a suspicious look.

“Pfft- What? No- I would never!” He lied as he took a sip of his drink, “They’re just the sweetest person ever! Good find Charlie!”

Her eyes sparkle as she heard what he said, “Right? They’re so nice to me too. They make me breakfast in bed practically everyday! Oh- and help with managing the hotel when I’m not here too! And their massages are the best! I love them so much!” Charlie continues going off on a tangent about all the nice things you’ve done and such.

As Lucifer listens to her talk, he starts to feel a bit guilty about how he treated you earlier but erases that thought from his head. He needs to keep his little apple pie safe. No matter the cost.

(Name) never returned to the lobby after that. Lucifer decided to excuse himself deciding that it’s gotten late and that he needs to attend to his “kingly” duties tomorrow. Charlie goes to the bedroom to find (Name) already asleep. So she goes to bed too with a smile on her face. In her mind, her dad and her partner liked each other. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

The next morning, Lucifer gets a call from Charlie. She’s sobbing, barely getting her breaths out as she tells him that you broke up with her.

“Why would they break up with me!” She sobs, “Was it because of me? Because I did something?-,”

“No Charlie! Definitely not your fault. Maybe they left for a good reason?” He says unsure of himself.

Charlie pauses on her end, “Did you do something, dad?”

“O-Of course not, sweetie!-,”

“Dad, please!”

“…” Lucifer is at a loss. He didn’t know Charlie would be this devastated. “I’ll go find them and talk to them for you, okay apple pie?” He settles.

Charlie sniffles, “Really?”

“Really! They’ll be back with you in no time! Not a problem at all! So just- stop crying, okay? Please?” If he needs to go find that sinner his daughter likes then so be it.

“Okay,” Charlie says, “ But please- don’t say mean things to them okay?”

“Of course, sweetie,”

They both hang up.

Lucifer messed up bad. He didn’t mean to make Charlie that upset. He needs to find that sinner, and convince them to go back to Charlie. He just hopes he didn’t scare them too much the last time they both talked. He needs to fix this.

You moved back to the little apartment you had. It wasn’t much, but at least it was a roof over your head. As you head out to try find a new job, Lucifer pops outta nowhere making you take several steps back.

“Hey there! Mind having a talk with lil old me?” He says with an expecting grin.

You were scared for your life. You already did as he asked so why was he here?!

You shakily smile as you answer him, “Of course, sir.”

His grin widens as he opens a portal to a cafe of sorts. He leads you inside to a private booth. He motions at the seat infront of him, gesturing you to take a seat. He calls the waiter over, orders you both drinks then you settle in silence as the waiter leaves.

He clears his throat, startling the crap out of you. “So,” he says awkwardly, “How are you today?” He asks as he tries to start small talk.

“Fine,” You reply.

He winces at your dry response.

“So uhh- Charlie sounded pretty upset this morning when she called me,” He says as he fiddles with his fingers.

You were too scared to say anything really. You already knew Charlie was going to be upset, but it’s not like you had much choice in the matter.

He was gauging your reaction to his words. You seem to be just as upset as Charlie sounded on the phone with him earlier. You look like you are close to tears.

He sighed as he finally got his thoughts together, “I’m sorry.” He says looking at his lap, seeming completely ashamed of his actions.

Your head snapped up fast enough to give you whiplash from hearing him apologize. Apologize? He’s apologizing? To you?? The King of Hell is apologizing to a lowly sinner like you?!

“I shouldn’t have done what I had. I should’ve gotten to know you better before judging you immediately.” He finally looks up from his lap to look at you to find you sat then completely frozen with a shocked look on your face.

“You love her, don’t you?” He asks you with a hopeful expression. He smiles in relief when you nod with a soft ‘yes’. His smile softens when he sees how tense you are, you look like you’re ready to bolt at a moments notice. He grimaces on the inside. He shouldn’t have been that harsh. He judged you too early. “How about we try to get to know each other for a bit. You are going to be my child in law sooner or later, aren’t you?” He takes a sip of his drink with a grin.

Your eyes glisten with tears of relief. Lucifer panics a bit at the sight of your tears before you explain that it’s just tears of happiness. He calms down at your explanation. The fact that you’re crying tears of joy over knowing that you could still be with Charlie made Lucifer change his mind about you. You might just be what Charlie needs. He hopes that Charlie can forgive him for what he did.

Negative thoughts aside! He needs to get to know his daughter’s partner better! Properly this time.

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[runnning-outof-time]

For the celebration I choose three word prompt: Number 7: " I love you."

The reader has been working at the garrison for a while. Plus Tommy likes her without her knowing it. Other thing the reader ask Tommy to take her home one night because the streets are dangerous at night. Lastly, the reader lets him stay the night with her and he confesses his feelings for her. The reader happens to feel the same way.

Thanks for sending this in Selene - it ended up being a bit longer than a blurb, I guess, but I wanted to make sure it matched what you were looking for in the original request you sent…I appreciate you allowing me to merge it into this celebration. Enjoy! :)

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All Of A Sudden

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1343

Summary: (Y/N) and Tommy find themselves getting sucked into a bit of a whirlwind-typed romance after he offers to walk her home one evening.

Rain was coming down pretty hard as (Y/N) finished up her end of shift chores at the Garrison. She liked being at the tavern after hours. Who knew a place filled with so many reveling people throughout the day could turn into one so peaceful at night?

She placed the rag and bucket she was using to clean tables down in the stock room and came back into the main bar area. Glancing aorund the room, she nodded to herself, considering her work for the night finished. Just as she was grabbing her things, the doors to the bar opened. She gasped softly at the sound, whipping around to see who was entering the building. A sigh of relief followed as her eyes found one of her bosses. “Mr. Shelby…I was just leaving for the evening,” she said to him, reaching to grab her purse from the bar.

Tommy had just finished taking off his dripping peaked cap when he heard her speak. “Oh, you’re leaving?” His question held a tone of surprise.

“Yes,” she nodded, “all of the nightly jobs are finished.”

“That’s good.”

Silence fell between them as they stood several feet away from each other. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel the heat creeping up the back of her neck as his eyes stayed on her. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel something towards him. There was just something about him that drew her in. No matter what she did, she couldn’t shake it, and it seemed to grow the longer she worked at the Garrison.

“It’s late and raining pretty bad out there,” Tommy’s voice brought her out of her thoughts and back into the conversation, “how about I walk you home?”

If her heart wasn’t racing before, it surely was now. “Oh, Tommy, you don’t need to…”

“No, but I want to,” he cut her statement off before she could finish it.

It took a moment for (Y/N) to respond, both because she was surprised by the kind gesture and also because her mind was running at about a mile a minute. Tommy stood waiting, expectantly watching for her answer. “Ok,” she said when she trusted her voice enough to speak again.

The answer was simple, but it was all Tommy needed to nod and place the peaked cap back atop his head, not caring if it was soaked. “Come on,” he said, waving her over. She listened, falling in by his side so that he could lead her out of the Garrison.

“My home’s not far from here,” she told him as they quickly began walking in the direction of where she lived, their pace hastened due to the rain that was still pouring down.

Soon enough they were inside her flat, and (Y/N) was hanging her soaked coat on the rack by the door before reaching out for Tommy’s. He looked surprised by her gesture, and she couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. “Wouldn’t want you here in a wet coat,” she gave her reasoning behind the offer.

Tommy pursed his lips before nodding, working on taking off his overcoat then. “Thank you,” he said as she took it and hung it on one of the hooks.

(Y/N) turned back to smile at him, ringing her hands together as she carefully thought over what she would say next. After a few moments, she went for it: “you should stay here tonight.” A look of intrigue flashed across Tommy’s face at her suggestion, and just as he opened his mouth to respond, (Y/N) threw a few more words in: “it’s pouring out…I don’t want you walking back in it.”

“Oh,” Tommy responded, nodding. (Y/N) wanted to facepalm, desperate to know if her added statement changed what his answer would be.

“I understand if not, but I just wanted to offer so that if…” she trailed off, failing to find the words she wanted. The more she thought, the less she came up with, so she ended off with a sigh, dropping her embarrassed gaze to the floor.

“I’ll stay.” Tommy’s response surprised her, making her eye lift up in a flash.

“Really? I mean…um, ok,” she switched up her tone, clearing her throat so that she didn’t sound so surprised by his answer. “Let me, um…I’ll go get some blankets I guess,” she then turned to walk to her bedroom.

“(Y/N)…wait,” Tommy called for her, making her stop in her tracks and turn back to him. He looked her over before continuing, “I appreciate you doing this,” he spoke with sincerity.

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” she answered him with a smile.

“I appreicate all of the work you’ve done around the Garrison, too. I appreciate you for helping me with everything,” he continued dispite her brushing him off.

She’d been a big help to him over the last several months, assisting with many different things in regards to the company, as well as being there for him if he needed someone to talk to. He told her things he hadn’t even told his family.

“It’s, um, it’s part of my…I’m happy I’m able to help you, Tommy,” she stumbled over her response, now taking note of how close he was standing. She felt her mouth go dry as his eyes danced over her face, looking as though he was committing every bit of it to memory.

Time seemed to slow down as he reached out and took hold of her cheek with his one hand, caressing it gently as he moved even closer to her. She wasn’t even sure what was happening was still real as he spoke again. “I…it’s been a while since I’ve felt for someone the way I feel for you, (Y/N),” he told her, his confession making her heart rate sky rocket. Is this really happening?, she had to ask herself.

“Tommy, I…”

“And I’ve felt it from just about the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continued. It was taking everything (Y/N) had not to let the wide smile break out across her face as she listened to what he had to say.

Is this really happening?!

“I’m sorry if I’m overstepping,” he said then, retreating slightly from his forward stance, his thumb brushing across her cheek.

“No, you’re not…you’re not overstepping at all,” she told him, responding a bit too quickly, but he didn’t seem to care. “I, um…” she trailed off, swallowing her fears (because he’d pretty much just confessed his feelings to her) before building up the courage to continue, “I feel the same way about you. I have for a while also,” she admitted, wanting to squeeze her eyes shut so that she didn’t see his reaction.

But instead she kept them wide open, and she watched as the smallest smile creeped onto Tommy Shelby’s lips. “I’m happy to hear that,” he said to her, his thumb still rubbing soft circles against her skin.

She got lost in it, and his eyes, for a few moments, soaking in the fact that the man she’d been pining for these last few months was now standing inches away from her and had just admitted his feelings for her. How exactly did this happen?

“So it’s not too early to say this then…?” she trailed off, biting on her lip as she wondered if she should go forward with what she was about to say.

“Say what?” Tommy quirked an eyebrow.

“I love you,” she blurted, quickly gasping as she brought a hand up to cover her mouth, surprised by the fact that she’d just said those three words so freely.

Before she could die of embarrasment, Tommy gently brought her hand down from her mouth before he brought his other up to her cheek. A smile flashed across his lips before he leaned in and pressed them to hers. The kiss said everything he didn’t, and it was one that made (Y/N)’s embarrassment disappear in a flash.

— I promise they all won’t be this long!! And it might have been a bit early for her to say those three words, but hell…YOLO, right??

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[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk (m)

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's friends with benefits | college AU | smut | crack

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> word count 2.4k

>> warnings fingering | dry humping | spoon fucking | unprotected sex | squirting | a lot of fluff!!! and maybe a tiny bit of angst

>> author's note so sorry for the delay babes!! i accidentally fell asleep yesterday while writing... hope you enjoy!! <3 also, shout out to @frieschan for giving me ideas dhsfjfhjsd love ya babe

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There isn’t anyone to blame but yourself. After all, you’re the one that left Jungkook after he had silently admitted he was jealous. The reason behind it is something you’re still trying to figure out. You’re uncertain about how your body reacted, but mostly you’re afraid of the definite answer. 

That night, you stared at your ceiling, reminiscing every moment you’ve had with Jungkook since the first semester. It was weird in a way, because before you and Jungkook started casually hooking up, you were an amazing pair of friends. Until the Halloween party happened and you both had way too many jello shots. Jungkook initiated the first kiss on the porch, whispering how he’s going to do something incredibly stupid but he can’t contain himself anymore. You found it cute, reciprocating the kiss back, it evolving into something more and now you’re here. Having sex whenever either of you text, mostly it’s Jungkook, and leaving each other as if nothing happened. You still act like great friends, in class too, no one batting an eye in your direction when it comes to your ‘so-called relationship.’ 

Jungkook was always a friend, one you occasionally hooked up with on the daily but again, a friend. 

Until recently, when things had taken a drastic turn. Ever since Jimin openly admitted that Jungkook has always liked you, everything changed. Then, yesterday, he silently admitted he was jealous by kissing you rather than walking out as you expected. It was messy, all of it. Mostly because you were still uncertain what exactly you felt for Jungkook. 

But then, why is your heart breaking watching him kiss someone else in the corner of the living room at this party? Why does it hurt you? 

The answer stays buried, too scared to admit towards yourself that he might mean much more than you thought. 

Jungkook removes himself from the person’s face, them tracing their tongue all over his neck and that’s when he locks eyes with you. You quickly look away, staring down at your half filled cup. Suddenly you start feeling sick, your stomach playing tricks on you, leading you to walk towards the bathroom in a hurry. Jungkook watches you scramble away, almost as if you were caught staring and Jungkook’s curiosity peaks at your behavior. 

Something everyone knows about you, you’re hard to read, no one being able to read through you despite the situation. Jungkook has always had a hard time, trying to see if you’ll ever become vulnerable around him but it never seemed to happen. Still, Jungkook loved being around you. Which also explains why he’s currently following you, leaving the person he spent the last thirty minutes making out with stranded. 

He finds you sitting down, leaning your head on the bathroom door, it being occupied by someone not feeling their best. 

You hadn’t expected Jungkook to be standing here, looking down at you with a worried gaze. 

“Hey…” He starts off, fiddling with his silver necklace. 

You stand up abruptly. “What are… What are you doing here?” You can’t look directly at him, instead focusing on the tiny details of his oversized t-shirt. 

“Why’d you leave like that?” 

A simple question, yet you find it hard to answer. It’s not because you don’t want to, you just don’t have an actual answer. You’re still trying to find it yourself. Why did you leave like that?! 

“I don’t know.” You settle on. 

Jungkook sighs, shaking his head while his grasp tightens around the plastic cup. “Aren’t you tired?” 

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. “Tired?” 

Jungkook steps closer to you, his feet almost touching yours. “This game, where you pretend that you don’t like me.” He tilts his head, his eyes locked onto yours. 

You turn your head, avoiding his eyes, scoffing. “I’m not pretending.” 

“Right.” 

You think it’s the end of the conversation, stepping sideways to move downstairs and find Jimin. 

But before you can, Jungkook grabs your elbow gently. “Y/N.” 

“What?” You’re still not looking at him. 

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t like me.” 

You debate if you should turn and say it so you can leave, but a part of you holds you off. You keep still for a good second, Jungkook growing a smile behind you. 

“Okay.” He says, sounding like he won and knows you like him. But the wall you’ve put up for yourself throughout college is not about to break over this. So, instead you turn, fixating your eyes on his. 

You wait a second, stocking all your emotions on a shelf before speaking. “Jeon Jungkook. I don’t like you.” 

In under mere seconds, Jungkook’s expression falters. His brows drop along with his smile. He clenches his jaw, looking away as he walks past you. He seems angry, and you can’t really understand why because if there’s anything Jungkook never is, is angry. It stuns you, causing you to swallow a clump, feeling suddenly small and uncomfortable in the space where everything went down between you. 

You walk away, trying to find Jimin but instead you catch Jungkook grabbing his jacket and walking out of the party in a hurry. 

Forcing yourself to find Jimin is hard, because every inch of you wants to run after Jungkook, fix everything you’ve messed up by lying to him. He deserves the truth, even though you’re scared of what will happen. 

Fuck it. 

You grab your jacket, slamming the door behind you shut and running towards Jungkook who’s walking with his head down. 

“Jungkook!” He flinches, turning around slowly. 

“What are you—“ 

“I’m such a liar.” You say, moving towards him with full speed and kissing him. Jungkook stumbles back, in shock of you kissing him after you rejected him coldly. 

“I like you. I do. I’m sorry.” You mumble against his lips, causing his own to stretch into a genuine smile. 

You continue to kiss on the street, the loud music from the party growing distant. Jungkook grabs your face gently, tracing his fingers all over the edges, admiring you while you look at him. 

“You were scared, weren’t you?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” You breathe out, letting your guard down and being completely honest. 

“I’m scared too.” He admits, pecking your lips. 

“So… What now?” You raise an eyebrow, wondering if Jungkook has any thoughts of what’s bound to happen between you.

“Want to come back to mine?” He suggests, his hold tightening as you smile at the request. 

“I’d love to.” 

One thing, you have never been at Jungkook’s place. While you both were actively hooking up, your dorm was easiest because Jungkook lives a few minutes away from campus in a shared apartment with a guy named Namjoon. He’s spoken once or twice about him, telling you how great he is and how he’s become an inspiration for Jungkook throughout college. 

You aren’t exactly expecting anything from Jungkook’s place, but you have a certain idea of what it looks like. 

When you both finally arrive, you notice how you weren’t quite wrong. The apartment is cozy, plants in some corners and very suitable. Jungkook takes off his belongings while you do the same, noticing how the apartment is completely dark. 

“Namjoon is gone for the weekend, he’s visiting his family.” Jungkook explains, noticing how your head tilts to catch a sign of his roommate. 

“Bummer…” You mumble, a bit excited to meet Namjoon. 

“You can meet him when he’s back. He’s been wanting to meet you, as well.” 

“Is that so?” Jungkook’s ears turn red, realizing he’s admitted how he talked about you to his roommate. Fuck, he truly does like you. The thought affects your heart, making it pound loud enough for anyone to hear. 

“Come on, I’ll show you my room.” You nod, trailing behind Jungkook in the darkened hallway. Jungkook swings his door open, turning on the lights and it’s just as you imagined. The color palette, the set up and how his covers match the color on the walls. 

“Do you want to borrow something to sleep in?” 

“Sure.” Your heart flusters, still in shock over how you’re currently in Jungkook’s place and how you both admitted you like one another. 

Jungkook pecks your lips, moving towards his white cupboard and fetching you a t-shirt and some boxers. When you grab ahold of it, you turn around walking towards the bathroom. 

Yes, he’s seen you naked plenty of times but it’s different. You’ve grown timid regarding everything, and Jungkook isn’t any better. He’s fumbling with words while you scurry out to change. 

While you’re away, Jungkook makes sure his bed is ready for the both of you to lay in. He’s getting nervous, because this will be the first time you’re going to sleep besides one another. Jungkook tries to lay in different positions, uncertain if he should lay down or sit on the edge. As you walk in, you find Jungkook shuffling on the bedsheets, mumbling nonsense to himself. 

“Are you okay?” You ask with a tint of humor, adoring the sight of a nervous Jungkook in front of you. 

“Of course!” He tries to prove to you he isn’t internally panicking over this. Cute. 

You don’t respond, instead moving towards him on the bed and pulling the covers to lay underneath. Jungkook notices how comfortable you are in his bed, his clothes and everything feels unreal. 

He takes a second, before joining you and holding you flush against him. Your hand intertwines with his, as his arm is snaked around your waist. 

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asks with caution. You look behind you. “Yeah.” You answer, kissing him softly before returning to your position. 

Jungkook nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, pecking your skin with his soft lips. Your heart flutters at the sweet gestures, enjoying the warmth that’s invading your whole body. 

“What made you realize you like me?” Jungkook suddenly questions. 

You trail your fingers on his tattooed hand, taking a second to truly reflect on when it happened. “I think a part of me always has… But I was scared and I pushed everything away.” 

“Relationships are scary…” Jungkook admits. 

“Yeah. But, I’m willing to overcome that fear to try this with you.” Jungkook grabs your face, making you turn to look at him. His gaze is soft, eyes tracing each detail of your face as his thumb caresses your cheek. 

“Me too. You have no idea.” Jungkook whispers, leaning forward to kiss you again. Jungkook tastes like everything that’s good about this. You curl your hand around his neck, fingers fiddling through his soft hair as the kiss grows more heated. 

Jungkook’s hand tightens around your waist, pushing himself forward so you can feel him growing under the material of his sweatpants. You’re no better yourself, your core starting to dampen. 

What started as an innocent kiss, turns into you both moaning in each other’s mouths as you grind on each other shamelessly. Jungkook’s pressing his hard-on in against your ass, while you push it towards him growing more needy by the minute. 

“Do you want this?” Jungkook pulls away to ask. 

“Yeah, I want you.” You respond with certainty. 

Jungkook grins, returning to kiss you roughly, caressing and pulling every part of your body. 

The heat grows in the room, your bodies heating up beneath the covers. Jungkook pulls it down, noticing how you’re resting one of your legs on him, spreading out for him. He doesn’t waste another second, placing his hand on where you need him the most. The material of the boxers is wet and Jungkook grows dizzy by the thought of how wet you are already. 

“Fuck—“ You breathe out, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook’s fingers tracing on your lips and clit. It’s hard for you to kiss back with every movement, so Jungkook settles on kissing you on the neck instead, biting it a bit. 

Jungkook rubs down on your clit, while letting you feel him fully hard behind you. 

“Jungkook— I need you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he pushes himself upward to remove his sweatpants and his boxers on you. He’s about to grab a condom when you stop him. 

“I want to feel all of you.” 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control, and I trust you.” 

“Okay.” He closes his drawer, moving back towards you. He places his cock in between your thighs, feeling how wet you are and you both hiss by the close contact. 

Jungkook pushes you against him, moving his hip upwards as his cock slides in with ease. Both of your mouths are agape, panting and moaning by the feeling. Jungkook thrusts upwards, holding you around the waist while his tattooed hand rubs down on your clit at the same time. 

The intensity grows a lot quicker, your brain shutting off completely as you let yourself feel everything. Jungkook has never felt you clench around him so much, making it hard for him to last long because fuck, he can feel all of you. He can feel how warm you are, and wet. 

“Shit—“ Jungkook breathes out behind you, forehead planted on the nape of your neck. You can’t even respond, too overwhelmed by everything. Jungkook doesn’t ever stop moving, his thrusts precise and consistent. 

You can feel yourself grow closer, although the feeling is a lot more intense than you had expected. It’s something unfamiliar and a part of you is scared yet curious. 

“Fuck— Jungkook I’m.” You grab onto his waist, tightening around him as your body tenses for a second. 

Jungkook quickens his movements, hitting your g-spot continuously and that sets you off. As you come undone, Jungkook notices you squirting all over the sheets. 

The sight and thought of you squirting because of him, causes Jungkook to come only a few thrusts later. When he finally pulls out, he notices you covering your face almost in shame. 

Jungkook is still in shock over what just happened, because throughout your deal, never once had you squirted. Hell, Jungkook hadn’t even known he was capable of making someone squirt. 

“Holy shit.” Jungkook exclaims, beginning to laugh as he’s delighted over the situation. 

“Shut up!” You mumble, still covering your face. 

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jungkook has never been more honest in his life. 

“Don’t say that—“ You almost sound frustrated, and Jungkook figures it’s due to you getting affected by his words. 

“Come on baby, let’s go shower.” He kisses you all over, trying to make you feel better and you give in. 

After a warm shower, you both return under the covers, your head on Jungkook’s chest as he nuzzles your arm. 

With a few words exchanged, you both fall asleep, unaware that this will be the best sleep you’ll both have in years. 

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[mayuichi]

“It can wait. For now, I just want to be with you only.„

Jing Yuan x Reader. No warning.

Note: omg im so late... Writing that at 2am when I was supposed to do it yesterday... And in just a few hours I have to do another one... Aaaaa.

Official art from Honkai: Star Rail.

The front door opens, making you look up from your phone. Your husband walks in with two bags, which makes you curious. You stand up, following him to the kitchen to take a peak in the bags, only for him to wrap his arms around your waist and spin you. You smile, embracing him back.

He kisses you gently, caressing your cheek and pushing a strand of hair away from your face. He lifts you up a little, making you sit on the on the cupboard. He nuzzles his head against your neck, humming softly.

“You smell divine, dear. Is that a new perfume?„ he asks in a giggle. He always knows when you try something new. You don't answer directly. Instead, you pout and glance over the bags.

“What's in there?„ you ask. His head peeks up, a cunning smile forming on his lips. “Why? Are you curious, little bunny?„ blush quickly makes its way to your cheeks, instinctively making you push him away.

Jumping to have your feet on the ground again, you feverishly shake your head. You can't let him be right, can you?

You can feel his hand going at your low back to lead you toward the living room. “Let me enjoy you. Work is exhausting, but it's been better ever since you are around.„ you know how important you are for him. Without you, his days would be monotonous, without anything beside work. But now that you are here, he is always so excited to get home, like a puppy about to get a treat.

He sits on the sofa, pulling you in his lap as he rests his head on your shoulder. He closes his eyes, squeezing you against him. It makes you quietly chuckle.

His phone rings, but when he sees who it's from, he throws it at the other side of the sofa. “It can wait. For now, I just want to be with you only.„

He is never one to dismiss anyone, but now that he has you, he has to set up boundaries. Once he's home and there's no urgency, everyone could wait.

His gaze scans the room, and he can't help it. He smiles at your decorations and Christmas tree. The two days he spent with you to do it have been worth it. He loves to know you've made it together.

And he knows what he bought will make you happy. Right after making you feel desperate. He is so excited to see your reaction. But for now, he just wants to hold you close and watch silly things over your phone.

And so you two did. For two good hours.

It's only after those two hours that he stands up and gestures for you to follow him. “I know you've been dead curious, and it might be the moment... Perhaps, you'll be so disappointed in me that you'll divorce.„ he jokes. But he still has this little fear deep inside. Even if he knows that would never happen.

He picks a curtain from the bag, only to reveal snowy patterns all over it. And another one with a snowman. And even more with some other scenes and winter themed decor. He even shows some winter and Christmas themed sheets...

An he has been right. You sigh in desperation, feeling like this is all a joke. But once you assimilated what happened and his goofy surprise, you burst in laugher. That is the whole reason why you love him. Just from seeing you so happy about Christmas, he bought all of that.

In a way, he is so careful and attentive to the tiniest of your action and word.

After he places it all over the kitchen table, you run to jump in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. He catches you, stroking your back gently.

“... Don't ever change. You are the best husband anyone could have.„ you mutter against his chest. You would never change even for someone richer or prettier. You'd stay with him until the end, because he's all that you ever need.

“I know I'm often busy with work, but when I can surprise you, I'd do it. I hope you'll keep loving me through all. Because it definitely won't be the last time I'll do something stupid for you.„

He holds you close to his chest, internally terrified you'd leave, but also in peace to know he's all you ever want.

And he could only want you. No one could love him like you do. He isn't willing to let you go. Not now, not ever.

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[daughterofcain-67]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 (𝔭𝔱.1)

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (Right after Season 10 Episode 4) Sam and Dean have recently resumed hunting again after taking a short hiatus, then a phone call from Jody Mills peaks their interest and they want to make sure she’s alright. Meanwhile, you’re in the middle of adjusting to your new life, unfortunately your old life has a funny way of effecting you as a human.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: graphic implications and imagery of gore, violence, blood, mostly canon level but may not be suitable for all audiences.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is the first chapter of a sequel to Raised in Blood, an MOC!Dean x Daughter of Cain/Demon reader fic. If you have not read that fanfiction first I suggest you do to understand what is happening in this first chapter and how Dean and the reader know each other. I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Previously…

“You aren’t staying.. are you?” Dean asked softly.

“You know that I can’t…”

“Y/N, those things I said.. None of that was all me. Being a demon changed almost everything about me. Honestly I don’t even think before I turned you and I even had a chance to really learn about each other.”

“Then how much of it really was you, Dean? Tell me? Was it the sleeping around with other girls? Was it the anger you felt when I was trying to look out for you? What was it?”

“That night was real… the moments before the battle with station were real when you were telling me about what the mark would do to me, those were real. When I thanked you for staying when Sam and I were split up, that was real.”

You shook your head. “It may have been real for a moment. But like you said, you and I didn’t have the time to really learn. All of this has been nothing but a scrambled mess and there was nothing solid for us.”

“If you go out there, it will be a lot more dangerous. You’re human now and there’s a lot more than just the First Blade that can kill you now.” Dean said, and you could detect the very same thing that he argued with you about - worry.

“Dean? I’ll be okay. I’ve had several centuries if not millennia of experience in combat. Plus I have this.” You said an you held out your arm. “You know it won’t let me die.”

You saw Dean frown for a moment and you sighed before you took a hand of his.

“I have to leave, Dean. I told your brother that I would help you with your mark. I’ve not been much help before you became a demon throughout this entire journey. You’re still stuck with the mark, and the cycle will continue for you if we can’t friend a way to free you from the burden. Now that you’re free from being a demon, it’s time to finally hold up my end of the bargain and see what I can do.”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Then he took one of your hands. Then he handed you his favorite pistol. He didn’t mind so much parting with it oddly enough. Especially when they had their own arsenal at the bunker.

“If I don’t see you again.. keep this. I know we may not have had the best time but… I do want you to have at least something good from this ordeal.”

You nodded as you started to go up the stairs where you saw Sam drinking some coffee. He deserved some downtime after a long several months of looking for Dean.

You walked over to Sam and you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Look into the Book of the Damned.”

Now

Struggling to catch his breath while running as fast as his legs could carry him, Mikey was running as if his life depended on it. Mostly because it did depend on it .

Mikey had come across a lot of hunters in his day as a vampire but he had never seen anything this gruesome. He’d never seen someone act so ruthless, no one that refused to listen to reason. Never in his several decades of living as a vampire had he been so petrified. He was lucky he was even alive in this very moment.

He remembered the last few hours and he didn’t understand how things lead up to this. He had just gotten off work at a factory around midnight since work had started night shifts. He was hungry and it was easier for him to feed at night, naturally. But his nest had just had a big haul of animal load so he was just planning on returning home rather than being risky by going to a farm outside of town.

Besides, they had their own farm after all, he just needed to get home first. And finally, he did.

As Mikey returned to his ‘family’s’ farm, however, he caught the scent of something unfamiliar. Something human.

He thought that one human was no big deal. That the other fangs would be able to get this human taken care of especially if it was a hunter. They didn’t need any kind of trouble on their hands.

But instead, Mikey saw something that completely terrified him.

Outside of the house there were the bodies of his friends, Shane and Rory. They were headless, a sure sign that a hunter must’ve been there. But it was behind just a simple beheading. Mikey looked at the two corpses and saw several stab wounds to their chest. Mikey could smell dead man’s blood and he knew they must’ve been poisoned. Then, to the side, he saw an axe beside his two deceased friends, the blade was bloody.

Mikey thought it was a bit of overkill even for a hunter, but at least his friends seemed to have put up some kind of fight. Still, seeing Rory and Shane in this state made Mikey go queasy.

As Mikey walked further into the home he walked into a living room splattered with blood as if it had been some kind of horror scene. More of his friends, his family, were practically butchered inhumanely. Heads and bodies were severed, the furniture in disarray. But then Mikey could hear the commotion coming from upstairs.

With a gulp, Mikey made his way up the stairs and he saw a figure wearing a black hooded jacket. The figure seemed to look like a woman, so he was shocked that she seemed to be the only human in the house. He thought the nest was more than capable of handling one human, especially one that seemed so small as this person seemed to be.

But the moment that Mikey saw this human take her knife that looked liked it was dipped in dead man’s blood and the killer stabbed the leader in the beach so many times. Rather than killing the leader in one blow with a machete or an axe, this death seemed to take longer as the human stabbed his leader’s neck repeatedly until he was fully decapitated. The scene made Mikey want to vomit.

As he took a step backward, the floor creaked and that was his giveaway. He saw a pair of darkened, vicious eyes of a killer looking back at him. And that was when Mikey took off.

Mikey feared for his life and hoped he wouldn’t be found by this killer, but he was severely mistaken.

The roar of a motorcycle’s engine echoed through the forest and he heard a gunshot. The next thing he knew, Mikey fell to the floor, clutching his shoulder and he felt this intense pain, burning and he knew it was dead man’s blood. This hunter had come more than prepared.

As Mikey knelt on the ground, trying to find some sort of stick or something to dig the bullet out of his shoulder he heard the motorcycle come to a stop. Then he heard footsteps coming up behind him. When Mikey looked up, he saw the hunter standing over him, this time with a machete in her hand.

“I think I’ve had my fill for the night.”

That was the last thing Mikey heard before his head was severed off his shoulders, freeing him from this horrific nightmare.

Dean found himself in some large house, two stories, as if it belonged to some blue-collar respectable family. There were toys scattered about, trains and race cars and some of those mega blocks.

The pictures on the walls revealed that a family of four lived here. Husband and wife, and their two sons but they must’ve had a little girl on the way as one of the photos indicated some sort of baby shower. It seemed to be a sweet little family, at that only made the situation even more tragic.

As Dean desperately searched around the house to see if there were any survivors, he realized he was too late.

He peeked into the childrens’ room and saw they had been brutally murdered. Their little intestines splayed out of the boys’ bodies as they laid in a pool of their mixed blood. Then Dean ran into the master bedroom and saw that the married couple were nothing but a couple of corpses lying together on their bed. Their bodies mutilated much like the two boys.

As Dean searched the house for any sign of a monster, demon, or any other unnatural intruder. But as he looked he caught a glimpse of a masculine figure running past the hall. When Dean chased after it through, he came across a mirror and saw an image of himself with a sickening grin.

“Oh what the Hell is this?” Dean said, not having the time for these games but then a voice spoke, one that was his own and yet it wasn’t Dean speaking himself.

“Don’t you get it? You did this.” The demon said in the mirror and his eyes turned black.

“What? No i didn’t. I was on a hunt! Something else killed this family.” Dean argued and the demon version of himself smirked.

“Look down at your hands.” The vile thing insisted.

Dean hesitated before he lifted his hands from his sides so he could look down at them and sure enough, they were covered in blood. The same blood that belonged to this poor innocent family.

“No… I won’t go dark side again. I won’t let it happen.” Dean swore as he started to wipe the blood on the sleeves of his jacket, but the demon laughed almost maniacally.

“You can’t stop it. You accepted this curse, now you have to live with it. And you don’t even have anyone that can help you through it anymore.” The demon said and Dean instantly knew who he was talking about.

“How do you know she’s not in danger now? Maybe the mark will kill her if she hasn’t given into the mark’s urges yet. Maybe she’ll turn into a demon all over again because you didn’t urge her to stay.” The demon taunted.

“She will fall into the same darkness as you will. And there will be nothing either of you can do to stop it.”

Dean woke up in a cold sweat and it felt like his arm was being engulfed in flames. He had yet another nightmare, but he was no longer surprised at getting those anymore. He looked around his surroundings and realized he was in some low quality hotel room, remembering he and Sam had just completed a werewolf case.

The weird thing was the case nightmare Dean woke up from had nothing to do with this werewolf case. But the dream still felt all too real.

Ever since you left for whatever your reasons were, Dean started having nightmares about losing that control. He didn’t want to go down that demonic path again, couldn’t stomach the thought of it. He didn’t want to harm anymore people than he already did when he was a demon. The whole point of this job was to save people after all, yet Dean genuinely couldn’t remember the last time he saved someone’s life.

“You okay, Dean?” Dean heard his brother ask.

Dean lifted his head and saw Sam was already up and about. From the looks of it he had taken his shower- must’ve finished his morning run already.

“How long have you been up?” Dean asked and sat up with a groan.

“Since about five this morning. Early bird catches the worm you know.” Sam advised and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Whoever made up that bullshit can kiss my ass.”

Sam only laughed at his brother’s grumpy words but he couldn’t help but notice the was Dean put a hand over the mark. It had been six weeks since you had left and it didn’t look like it was for the better. Not on Dean’s part anyway. They had taken those several weeks and decided to take a little break from hunting up until this point.

“By the way… I got a call from Jody.” Sam said, trying to think of some way to distract Dean for a moment. He heard Dean let out a hum and took it as a sign to continue.

“She said that there was some sort of indescribable killings going on where she’s at. She doesn’t think it’s a demon, vampire, werewolf or something basic like that otherwise she would have it handled.” Sam disclosed and Dean lifted his head.

“How indescribable are we talking? It might not even be our kind of thing. What makes you think Jody needs our help with it?” Dean questioned with a hint of skepticism.

“Well… from what she said it looked like a massacre. We’re talking severed heads and from what she said the vics seemed to be vampires. But the way they were killed, she didn’t sound so sure if it was just a hunter going overboard or if it’s a creature with a vendetta and a heaping load of bloodlust.” Sam explained

“Well I guess we’d better be on our way. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve seen her.” Dean agreed as he swung his legs over the side of the hotel mattress.

Sam watched as his brother gathered his belongings and he still wondered if Dean was really okay. Was the mark still continuing to bother him more than he let on? Of course it must’ve been. It was Dean! He wasn’t exactly known for sharing his burdens, and in the moments he did share, it was after Sam practically pried them out of him.

Still, Sam had to take your words to heart when you told him to look into what’s known as The Book of the Damned. But so far he was coming up with nothing, and in truth he wasn’t even sure where he should look first. It sounded like some sort of spell book, so maybe Crowley would know something about it, or maybe if they had a stroke of luck they would come across a witch that would know something about the book.

Sam still had some concerns about Dean hunting too. He knew Dean had been itching to get back into the hunting game again and Sam was initially hesitant about letting him on this case when it came to Kate. Dean had already almost killed Kate before they discovered she wasn’t the only werewolf on the case. Sam noticed that Dean seemed almost willing to do whatever he could to kill the werewolves and ignore the grey areas. At least that was the initial before Sam managed to talk Dean down and sort of negotiate with him at least for this case.

“Hey, if this thing with Jody ends up being something bigger than we think it is… maybe we should go back to the bunker. In the end it really could be nothing. But there’s always that slim chance.” Sam spoke.

Dean opened the door but when he heard his brother speaking, he turned around, “What, and leave Jody hangin’ like that? Hell no. We find out what the Hell is going on and we get it taken care of before something happens to Jody if she gets wrapped up in something worse than just a crazy hunter.”

Sam’s lips pressed into a thin line as he followed Dean out of the door and they began their drive to meet up with their friend.

Dean started the ignition of the Impala and of course the speakers blared the classic rock he listened to all the time despite Sam’s protests. As they drove, Dean tried his best to just focus on the road but his mind started to wander off again to that nightmare.

“Dean… on the hunt, on one of those drives… I know that you don’t really want to talk much about the mark and it’s hard for you to cope with, but you said that some parts of it were embarrassing. Do you still remember everything when you were a demon? You said the whole getting along with Crowley thing was embarrassing but… but what about…”

“Y/N?” Dean asked, knowing that Sam must’ve been itching to bring you up for the longest time, even though he was dreading it.

“Yeah. Y/N… are you ashamed of her or something? Like you are about your time with Crowley?”

Dean began to remember the night in Montana. He remembered the night you were initially trying to convince him to be partnered up with Crowley. A part of him wanted to be mad at you for getting him wrapped up with Crowley in the first place. That night started off as a negotiation tactic but he still remembered how you made it to where the mark didn’t hurt as much, remembered how you soothed it. He remembered your mixed feelings about the negotiations and he remembered that he was the one that told you to relax and it lead you to a night Dean would never forget, even if it would end up being nothing but a fling for you.

Then Dean began to remember the day you betrayed him, or at least the demon he became. He remembered the urge he had to kill you because of the hurt he felt because of what you had done. But now that he was human again, he knew you were only trying to help him out, do what was best so he wouldn’t get himself even deeper into trouble. Then there was the night in the bunker when he was chasing both you and Sam. He remembered all of the awful things he said to you out of his hurt.

But the moment he saw how much pain you were in, after he finally became human again, it killed Dean to see you going through that immense amount of pain. He remembered the tears of blood streaming from your eyes in the transition as he urged you to let go of everything that happened in those several months you spent together. Dean had to admit that he hated seeing you in such a condition but once you were human, he was glad it was over for you.

Ever since Dean changed back to being a human though, he tried not to think too much about what happened. He tried not to think so much about the attachment he had to you, and he told himself that he only felt the way that he did because of the stupid mark on his arm. He told himself that the moment he and Sam found a way to get rid of it, whatever he felt for you would finally go away. But despite what he told himself, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were okay, wonder if you were safe, if her were learning how to take care of yourself now that you were human.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice broke his train of thought and he tried to remember the question.

“No, I’m not embarrassed with what happened with her.” Dean said, hoping Sam would drop this sooner rather than later.

“Do you still think about her?” Sam continued.

“I try not to. After she left, I figure it’s better to just forget about her. As much as I can anyway. She doesn’t want anything to do with us anyway, isn’t that why she left?” Dean reminded.

“I don’t know about that…” Sam muttered to himself and Dean rolled his eyes before he turned up the radio.

Several hours went by and they finally made it to South Dakota and the two brothers made it to the sheriff’s office. Naturally the two of them were dressed in their monkey suits and Dean was the first to walk through the doors. Sheriff Mills as already inside and one of the officers gave her a little nudge and the woman glanced over just to see both Sam and Dean there.

She smiled at the both of them and started walking in their direction before greeting them.

“Hey there, Boys. Good to see you the both of you.” She grinned and hugged the both of them.

“Hey Jody.” Dean smiled and she pulled away before she handed Dean the file she was holding in her hands.

“These are pictures that CSI took when they got to the scene. They’re kind of gruesome.” She warned.

“We see gruesome stuff every day. I think we can handle it.” Sam commented as Dean opened up the file. Quickly, Sam took back his words when he saw the photos.

“Holy cow-“ Dean said as he looked at all of the bodies with the severed heads, the stab wounds. It was like a blood bath. A horror scene really, even for him to look at.

“When did this happen?” Sam asked as he looked at the sheriff once again.

“A couple of nights ago. No one was left alive. But from what I’m understanding when I looked at some of the bodies, they had fangs. Obviously the coroner didn’t know to look for something like that. Either way, this kind of thing is malicious and I didn’t know who to call other than the two of you. Is there any way a monster did this? I’d hate to think a hunter did this to such an extreme.”

“I’m not too sure of any hunters that would go to such an extreme, Jody. Dean and I will look into the case and see if they had some kind of enemies. Did any of these people have enemies? I mean other than hunters of course.” Sam said and Jodi shrugged.

“They seemed to be fairly normal. I didn’t even think they were vampires. They were pretty civil, kept a low profile. I know they never murdered anyone, must’ve used animal blood to live off of since we hadn’t heard of any murders until now. They were on a farm after all so it’s not like they were stealing animals from another person’s farm. They seemed self sufficient and didn’t cause problems for the community. That’s why I was shocked when I found out that the whole farm was nothing but a vampire nest. I haven’t made any connections to see who would have been their enemies.” Jody sighed.

Dean continued to look at the pictures. He had never heard of a hunter going ballistic like this, well maybe other than himself. But then he thought about the dreams he had. What if you had something to do with this? What if the mark as affecting you and you fell sooner than you thought you would. Maybe you couldn’t handle the side effects as a human.

Dean’s jaw tightened as he closed the file and looked at Sam and Jody as they talked, “What about outside of town? Have there been any suspicious newcomers that you can think of? Any businesses outside of town that your victim’s may have had any sort of trouble with?”

“I’m still trying to look into it. No newcomers to my knowledge, but as for any businesses like competing farms, I’m not so sure. But not all the family members worked on the farm. Some of them had other careers and we’re looking into other branches or businesses that may have been rubbed the wrong way by one of the family members.”

“Let Sammy and I handle that part of it. I’m sure you’ve already got enough on your plate as it is, being sheriff and all.” Dean insisted.

“Well, before the two of you go head first into it, why don’t you both come to my place? Have some grub? I’m sure it’s been a long drive.” Jody suggested and Dean smiled a little.

“Sure, we’d appreciate that a lot.” He said and Sam agreed.

Jody told her officers that she was going home and if they needed anything from her, she would be on call. With that, Sam and Dean left with Jodi and they followed her back to her home.

Once the three of them pulled up and got out of their cars, they made it to the front door and Jody unlocked the front door and let the two hunters into the house first before she walked in as well and shut the door behind her. There, Alex was lounging on the couch once the three of them walked in.

“Jody, you’re back.” Alex beamed but then she saw both Sam and Dean with her, it was as if her eyes lit up.

Alex got up and she walked over to Jody, “You should have at least given some kind of heads up. I would have made dinner if I knew we were having guests.”

“Don’t worry about it, Alex. Why don’t we just order a pizza or something? Won’t have to worry about dishes or anything.” Jody suggested with a chuckle and Alex just grinned and nodded before she went to the kitchen to make a phone call for the pizza.

“Hey, Jody? Is it alright if I get our normal clothes so Sam and I can change out of these Fed suits?” Dean asked and Jody smiled.

“Have at it.” Jody insisted and Dean walked out of the door. Then the woman turned to Sam.

“So… how is he doing? Last I heard he had some mark you told me about?” Jody asked after Dean shut the door to get the flannels.

Sam looked up at Jody and he sighed and nodded a little before he began to speak. “The whole Mark if Cain thing is just this big can of worms we spilt all over the place. So much has happened with him and the damned thing and now I wish he never accepted the mark.”

“Is he still in bad shape?” She asked. Sam shrugged a little.

“Right now it’s kind of hard to tell… Seriously, a lot of unthinkable has happened. Dean and I were helping our friend Castiel look for Metatron but Cas and I were worried about how the mark was affecting Dean. The whole reason he got the damned thing was to kill Metatron but it was starting to get to him. He was quickly becoming more violent and so Cas and I were looking into a person that could help. And we did.”

“Oh yeah? Well who was that?” Jody asked.

“Well, her name is Y/N. She uh… She also has the mark because she is the direct descendant of Cain, his daughter in fact.” Sam explained and Jody’s eyes went wide.

“Cain? As in Cain and Abel? And he has a daughter?”

“Yeah… what’s even better was that the last demon Dean killed, Abaddon? That was her mother. But surprisingly she’s the most unusual demon Dean and I have ever met.”

“Seems a little sketchy to me.”

“I don’t blame you for thinking that… but anyways, She was trying to help maintain Dean’s urges in killing, but after a fight with Metatron, Dean… well he died and came back to life as a demon because of the mark.He disappeared with Crowley and Y/N for several months, I think Y/N was mostly there for supervision then things went wrong and Crowley betrayed Dean, he and Y/N had a falling out, so they contacted me and with Castiel’s help we found a cure for Dean and we turned him back into a human.” Sam said.

Jody’s eyes went wide, trying to think of a way to possibly take everything in, “Wow… and what about Y/N?”

“Y/N.. welll shockingly she wanted to be there at the bunker to support Dean and get him back to being human. And once that happened… she asked me to turn her into a human with the same cure. It worked and now she’s human and… well she left.”

“A demon. A demon asked you to make her human? That is weird. Even for the two of you. How do you know she’s trustworthy?”

“Trust me, Jody… If you met her, you may even like her. Even if she was a demon once.” Sam vouched for you.

“And Dean? How is he holding up after being changed into a human again?” She asked and Sam bit his lip a little.

“Honestly I don’t know. He’s on edge but he refuses to talk that much about it. He is a little antsy, when he kills a monster, it’s close to overkill. I think we should have asked Y/N to stay because when she was around, she was sort of like a harness, some sort of way for Dean to direct his urges on the right things at least.”

Jody lifted a brow and crossed one leg over the other as she listened, “Sounds like the two of them had some sort of weird chemistry. How’s Dean holding up with her leaving?”

“He prefers not to talk about it. She’s human now and he’s all about the whole not wanting to get her into more trouble I guess. He’s just in a weird spot I guess. I think he just doesn’t want to go down that dark of a road again.” Sam admitted.

“Yeah… guess I can understand that.” She agreed but then she heard the door open up and Dean walked through.

Dean shut the door behind him and tossed Sam his clothes before Jody directed Dean to the bathroom to go change. Then Jody turned to Sam once more.

“Whatever he’s going through, I think you may need to consider finding her again. A guy like Dean doesn’t deserve to go down that road all over again.”

St. Paul, Minnesota.

You could feel the wind in your hair was your rollerblades carried you through town. You had taken a break from the tattoo career and decided you didn’t want to go back home to Cincinnati. Instead, you were traveling and learning new things. Sure you could have rented or even bought a different mode of transportation and you knew at one point you needed to insider it, but you wanted to explore on foot for a while, see how other people in your condition coped. Be a little nomadic for a while.

For the most part, traveling had been a good enough distraction from what you were deep down. After all, just because you were human now didn’t mean it got rid of all the skeletons in your closet. You still had a cross to bear and you were still trying to find a way to cope with certain urges.

So far you had ridden a train for the first time, which was how you got from Sam and Dean’s bunker to South Dakota, then you decided to hike to Minnesota, which was why you were here. People were interesting to say the least, you were learning a lot about humans. Some were kind, some were not so kind, others were outrageously hateful, and the ones few and far between were like saints.

You continued to skate around but then you could hear some distinct shouting. “Hey, look out!

The next thing you knew you crashed onto the ground but rather than feeling the hard concrete of the sidewalk beneath you, you felt something hard beneath cloth. When you opened your eyes and looked down, you realized you crashed into a man.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed and you got off him and tried to get up without rolling over his fingers or toes.

“Oh no, it’s fine. Accidents happen all the time.” The stranger said as he got up and dusted himself off and he looked at you. You were shorter than him even with the skates and he looked down at you.

“Are you alright? You aren’t hurt are you?” You asked, feeling so flushed, embarrassed. Feelings that were new to you but they were happening more often and you found it happened when you weren’t so cautious.

“Trust me, I’m alright.” The man chuckled and smiled at you. His eyes were a deep brown like his hair, he had some stubble but it suited him well. He was cute, you had to admit.

“Again, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” You questioned, honestly feeling so terrible but you were thankful that the man seemed pretty forgiving for the most part.

“Well, I suppose you could… accompany me to dinner tonight? I was on my way to find somewhere to go before I was crashed into.” He smirked, putting his hands into the pockets of his jeans and you were stunned he was asking you to dinner, but you supposed it was the least you could do. Plus, you were starting to get hungry. Sometimes it was challenging maintaining a human body when it hungered.

“Well if we’re going out to dinner, don’t you think we should at least know each other’s names?” You questioned and he let out a little chuckle.

“Gotcha. Well, my name’s Ricky. And what might your name be?”

“Y/N.” You replied with a grin and he smiled back at you. It was a charming little grin so you couldn’t complain.

“Y/N… beautiful name. So, do you have some normal shoes to wear if we’re going out to dinner?” Ricky asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got some in my backpack. I just need someplace to sit so I can put them on.” You insisted and Ricky nodded and he walked with you to a bench close by his car. You sat down and started taking off the roller blades. You took your tennis shoes from your backpack and put them on your feet and when you put your roller blades away, you stood up and Ricky started walking with you to the car.

Ricky was a gentleman, at least that was your first impression, and he opened up the car door for you. You thanked him and got inside the car. Then when Ricky started the car, he started driving off.

“So, how long have you been rollerblading?” Ricky asked as he hopped onto the road.

“Not long. Maybe a few weeks. Trying to pick up new hobbies. I’m not really that good, barely know how to use the breaks on these things.” You laughed and Ricky just grinned.

“Hey, it’s good to try something new. And you’ll get better with practice.” He said and you shrugged a little.

“I may pawn these off. Maybe I can get a few bucks off these before I head out of town.”

“Out of town?” Ricky asked, your statement peaking his interest and you nodded a little.

“Yeah… I’m a bit of a traveler.”

“Oh yeah? Where all have you gone?” Ricky continued.

“I’ve just come from South Dakota, hiked from there to here. I’m from Cincinnati but after a falling out with a certain group of people I’m… trying to find myself. So I figure traveling around may be the way to go at least for the time being.” You admitted and Ricky lifted a brow.

“You thought traveling around like some kind of vagabond would be a good idea? You must be awfully brave.” He said, “You know some people think that’s really dangerous. People get killed like that.”

“Trust me, I’m more than capable of handling myself.” You insisted, although you were now hating just what you were capable of. Something about the human conscience.

“I see… well, just be careful. You never know what kind of people are out there.” Ricky advised.

“Thanks for the advice.” You said and Ricky grinned.

“So.. what are you in the mood for? My treat.” He insisted and you glanced over at him.

“But… I’m the one that ran into you, shouldn’t it be my treat?” You said with confusion.

“No, you’re paying me back by being my company, remember?” He reminded you and you smiled.

“Well… I’m not that sure of where to go. I don’t really know of many good places here so your guess is as good as mine.”

“Well, why don’t we try Mexican?” He suggested and you nodded.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You agreed and not long after the decision was made, the two of you found a spot and Ricky parked his car in one of the parking spots. He opened the door for you once more and you thanked him before stepping out of the vehicle.

You and Ricky walked inside and the hostess lead you both to a booth where the two of you sat and continued a conversation. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him, for a stranger.

“So, Ricky. What’s a guy like you doing asking strange rollerblading girls out to dinner?” You asked with a little grin and Ricky hummed a little.

“Actually, I’m sort of on a road trip myself with some friends of mine. We’re on our way to New York. I have a friend who’s a Broadway fanatic and he invited me and some other friends to come along. We’re coming from Montana and we stopped here to take a bit of a break from driving.” Ricky explained and you lifted a brow.

“Broadway, huh? What are guys planning on watching?” You asked.

“I think it’s called Little Shop of Horrors? Something about some man eating plant. I don’t think it will be my kind of thing since I’m not really a theatre kind of guy but hey, gives me something to do. It’s New York after all. Not every day you get to go.” He said and you nodded.

“Sounds like a fun adventure. I hope you and your friends have a great time.” You insisted.

“Yeah, me too. We’re headed out tomorrow morning.” He insisted and you hummed a little, but then one of the waiters came by to take your order. When the both of you placed your orders the waiter left yet again.

“So what sort of falling out did you have, if you don’t mind me asking? I mean you couldn’t have just woken up one day and decided to leave everything behind.” You heard Ricky say and you looked down at your drink, stirring the straw around.

“It’s… kind of a long story.” You admitted.

“I’ve got all night, and we may never see each other again so any secrets you’ve got are practically safe with me.” He pointed out and you supposed he was right about that.

“Well… when I lived in Cincinnati I was a tattoo artist. Had my own business and I was doing fine for about four years. Then these couple of guys came to my door and practically changed my life. They were brothers and they needed my help with something for their job. After I did what I could I kind of stuck around and one of them, named Dean, well he got into some serious trouble. He needed some help and I had experience in what he was struggling with and I was trying to make sure he wasn’t digging a grave for himself if he insisted on staying on the path he was on.” You said.

“Path? Was it like a drug problem or something?” He asked.

“Something like that. An addiction of sorts I guess. Anyway, it was killing him in a way but when he finally decided he didn’t want my help, I turned him over to his brother, Sam. After that, Dean was able to get better and things got squared away on his end. Then I decided to leave. For my sake I think it was better if I just left.” You sighed.

“What makes you say that? Was Dean an asshole or something? Did you have some kind of fling or something other complication?” He asked and you let out a bitter chuckle.

“You must be good at guessing… Yeah, we had a fling. It only happened one time, but a few nights before I left completely there was this argument we had and that’s what caused the falling out. He didn’t want my help anymore, so that was when I turned him over to Sam. It was better off that way.” You sighed and Ricky let out a hum.

“You sound like you don’t completely believe that.”

“I do,” You insisted, “but there are times when I wonder if I should have gone back to Ohio. Then again they knew where my shop was and I didn’t exactly want Sam or Dean to find me.”

“Ahh… that.. sort of makes a little sense? I guess?” He said unconvincingly, but that was when Ricky’s phone started ringing.

“Excuse me, I have to take this call.” He said and you nodded in understanding as he excused himself.

Several moments passed by after he excused himself to go outside and you started to grow worried. Had Ricky really ditched you? He seemed like a really nice guy so you hoped that wasn’t the case. But you supposed you could never know with certain strangers. Suddenly, out of nowhere came a bloodcurdling cry.

Someone ran inside and when you looked over, a woman was running through the front door of the restaurant.

“Someone call an ambulance! A man was attacked outside!” She exclaimed.

You stood up and ran out of the door, knowing you weren’t the only one that went to the door to see what happened. However, you were one of the first ones there and you saw Ricky there in a pool of his own blood, his chest ripped open and his intestines were on the ground. You head a few gagging noises and more screams of people that were’t used to seeing such a sight, but you. Scanned the area for anyone suspicious.

Then, you caught a glimpse of someone dressed in black running away. You took it upon yourself to run after the person and they saw you running, chasing them. The culprit started running faster and faster and you picked up your own speed just to follow them down some sort of alley.. When you did, they were cornered.

This person you could tell wasn’t anyone good. You knew they had something to do with Ricky’s death. Something deep inside you was beginning to cloud your mind, as much as you were trying to keep it at bay. The mark on your arm began to burn, giving you that thirst for bloodlust you had been doing so well at maintaining.

You slowly stepped forward, pulling out a knife from your jacket, “Now why would you go and ruin a perfectly good date. He was just a guy on the phone.”

“A wolf’s gotta eat you know. And I’m more than happy to claim seconds.” The creature said as its eyes changed color, fingernails turning to claws, teeth becoming fangs.

When the beast lunged forward, you got cut on your cheek. Of come it stung like Hell but no wasn’t the time to be fascinated by the fact you didn’t heal automatically. You felt that darkness overtake you and you started fighting back despite the werewolf’s inhuman strength and you used the blade, stabbing it in the heart.

It cried out and it fell to the side and you moved to where you were straddling it. You lifted the knife over your head and started stabbing the creature repeatedly in the chest, wanting to make sure it was gone for good.

What made you stop was the voices coming closer, asking if they heard some kind of commotion. You looked down at the blood on your hands, knowing this wouldn’t be good. You collected your composure before you ran off into the night, knowing that this would be an area you couldn’t visit again.

As you were running into the night, the smallest part of you wondered if you made a mistake by leaving Sam and Dean. You wondered if this adjustment would be too much to handle. After all, this was your first kill in weeks, what if things got worse and you found yourself turning into a murderer again? You wondered if you should risk the call.

As you ran through the woods, you found a cabin. You hoped it was abandoned and you rushed towards it. You peeked inside the windows and realized it didn’t look like anyone had been there in a long time. So you went to the back door to see if it was locked and luckily for you, it wasn’t. So you went inside and hoped you could lie low here at least for the night.

You collapsed on the couch and lied there, then you started to think of the feelings you had when you killed the werewolf.

These new feelings you were having were making you feel sick to your stomach at the fact that a part of you, the deepest and darkest part of you enjoyed the kill.

But it wasn’t human. The thing you killed was evil! It would have killed other unsuspecting humans just to eat their hearts. You did what a hunter would do and there was nothing wrong with that! At least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. Just because it was a monster didn’t mean it needed the overkill.

You wondered if that sickening enjoyment was hereditary. You hoped that it wasn’t.

You lifted an arm and rolled up your sleeve to reveal the mark. You hated what it was putting you through, hated the price that came with the mark. You weren’t sure if Sam found any leads on the Book of the Damned but you hoped he would find some clues soon for Dean’s sake. He deserved to be free from this curse.

You, however… you deserved the burden after all you’ve done in your centuries of existence. You deserved the endless Hell.

It wasn’t something you could escape from like you tried to do with the little date with poor Ricky… there would always be monsters out there.

And you were one of them.

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[starlostastronaut]

DAY 01 | A COMPLETE MESS

PAIRING: han jisung x reader

GENRE: fluff, maybe a bit of angst? not really tho

WC: 0.94k

CW: nothing i think, felix featured for like two seconds

PROMPT: "falling for their best friend. stupid, i know. i mean, who does that?" "i did"

the first story is here! i don't even know what happened here but this was born at one am, so that should be self explanatory lol. enjoy reading <3

title from complete mess - 5 seconds of summer

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“I got this,” you said to yourself, pacing in front of the boys’ dorm. Today was the day you decided to finally do it - to finally confess to Jisung. It had been too long, and the pining was getting more and more useless with every passing day. You knew he would never love you back; otherwise, the other boys would have said something by now. You knew you were in for a rejection, but you were tired of hopelessly longing. And it was better for everybody to let yourself be officially rejected and move on.

Your hand reached for the door handle. Your fingers brushed against the cold metal, and you gripped the handle, taking a deep breath. “Nope, I don't get this,” you decided in a split second, suddenly panicking. You let go of the door and turned around, fully intending to march down the hall back to Seungmin to tell him you failed and maybe to cry a little. Seungmin gave good hugs, so you would be okay.

Unfortunately for you, at that moment the apartment door opened and Felix appeared in the hallway. “Hi! Coming to see Jisung?” He greeted you in English, giving you the signature Felix sunshine smile.

You could but dumbly nod. “Yeah, that's what I'm here for. I need to talk to him,” you ended up saying. You probably sounded too serious, because Felix's smile fell for a moment. He composed himself soon enough, though, linking his arm with yours and not giving you the chance to ponder his reaction. He led you inside almost ceremoniously, just like a king would his queen. Felix released you once you stood in front of Jisung's door.

“Well, I'm off to see Channie-hyung. Be nice to Sungie, please. It was hard for him to do,” Felix said, squeezing your shoulder gently as a form of goodbye. Then he rushed off in the direction you came from, leaving you to stand there utterly confused. 

What did Felix mean by “it was hard for him”? You haven't seen or heard from Jisung for the last two days. And as far as you knew, Stray Kids were on break before comeback season. And knowing Jisung, his plan on how to spend his breaks included exactly three activities: watching anime with Minho, hanging out with you, and occasionally working on some songs. And neither of those things has ever been "hard", so what the hell was Felix on about? 

Lost in your thoughts and theories, you somehow missed that the little blonde gremlin knocked on the door. So you got properly startled when it opened with a click and Jisung's head peaked out. “What are you doing here?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“Oh, is it a bad time?” you asked anxiously, even the last bits of confidence and determination to confess crumbling down. “I can come back different-”

“No!” Jisung all but yelled. “I mean, no, stay. I actually want to talk about something,” he said, after making sure none of his members were coming to scold him for yelling. 

“Okay,” you smiled. “I wanted to talk to you too, so..." You left the sentence unfinished, letting Jisung take the lead. And he did. Jisung grabbed your arm and dragged you to his room without saying another word. Immediately after closing the door, he apologized, reasoning his behavior by not wanting the members who might be inside the dorm to know you're here. 

“So, can I-” you both said at the same time. Your eyes met, and the laugh both of you let out was nothing short of awkward. This was it, you thought. I'm going to tell him.

“You go first,” you encouraged him as he averted his gaze. You weren’t sure if you would still have the confidence after letting him speak first, but you would manage. It was better to let Jisung talk first; otherwise, he might get too nervous to speak. 

“Okay,” Jisung murmured. "I wanted to tell you, but I never found the courage to, until Felix bullied me into it this morning." He laughed, short and forcibly, to alleviate the heaviness of the situation. Jisung began pacing in front of his bed, not being brave enough to look you in the eyes. “So you know how I usually do a lot of stupid things? Well… I might have done the dumbest one yet. I kinda… accidentally... fell in love. With... with you, I mean. And it's super cliché, I know. I mean, falling for your best friend, who does that?” He chuckled, but it was very clear he's faking it. 

You stood there completely in shock. Did you hear that right? He actually loved you back. Your heart did a little happy dance at his words. So that was what Felix meant. He thought Jisung had already confessed, and that was why you came to the dorm. Which was when you remembered you still needed to tell him. Jisung was beginning to ramble, and that was never a good sign. You quickly reached for his hands, stopping him from fidgeting. “Jisung. Jisung, it's okay. I did that too.” You whispered the last part, but your words were still loud and clear for him. Jisung slowly looked up, finding your eyes. 

“I'm… I'm your best friend,” he said, so quietly that if it weren’t for your close proximity, you wouldn't have heard him. You smiled and nodded, confirming his suspicion. “Can I..." he asked. It was an invitation rather than a question, and despite leaving the statement open, you both knew what he meant.

“Yes,” you breathed out as his lips pressed to yours. 

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[wonbriiize]

pairing; sungchan x reader

genre; fluff, best friend to lovers

warnings; a little bit of cursing

note; i‘m going through a sungchan brainrot these days so i wrote this.. hope u will all enjoy it ♡ ̆̈

underneath the stars

in which you have a bad day and to cheer you up, your best friend sungchan takes you to his favorite spot…

it was one of those days where you feel like nothing in the world will ever make sense to you. the draining feeling inside of you just grows and grows and eats you up, but you can’t do anything to stop it.. you don’t know how to stop it.

usually, you get over this feeling pretty fast. you just push it aside (like all of your problems), but today, that isn’t working. instead, you feel like this feeling is at its peak.

of course your best friend sungchan noticed that. he always notices when something is wrong with you. it makes him sad whenever you’re like this… and he tries his best to come up with something that could maybe cheer you up.

“let‘s get out of here,” he slightly nudges your shoulder. “it‘s super boring anyway.”

“but it’s going to give us all the information we need for the science project,” you feel unsure about his suggestion.

right now, it’s almost 9pm and the two of you are sitting in some extra lecture at your university. it’s nothing special, just something to help you gain more knowledge for your science project (that you desperately want to do well in).

“oh c‘mon, i know your head is somewhere else anyway,” sungchan doesn’t give up.

of course, you think, he knows. he always does.

you sigh, giving into sungchans temptation.

he smiles, takes your hand and the two of you secretly leave the lecture.

sungchan knows exactly where he wants to take you. it’s his favorite spot and he‘s ready to share it with you, his favorite person.

when you arrive at his motorcycle, both of you wear the helmets that you’ve been carrying.

whenever sungchan and you have to be somewhere together, sungchan offers you a ride. of course you never decline because being on a motorcycle is a whole new feeling of freedom and you love it.

another reason why you love it is because you get to be so close to sungchan, holding him tightly while the wind blows in your face, making you forget about everything else.

which is exactly what is happening at this very moment. you have your arms wrapped around sungchan, he’s driving the motorcycle (looking so cool you wonder how that’s possible) and somehow the emptiness that you’ve been feeling all day is starting to fade.

after a little while, the two of you arrive. sungchan takes off his helmet and so do you.

you look around. complete darkness, nothing special around. you’re confused.

“this is where you wanted to take me?”

“we aren’t completely there yet,” sungchan gets off the motorcycle and puts his helmet down. “we have to walk a bit. we can leave the helmets here, no one is going to take them anyway.”

after putting your helmet down too, you guys start walking. you notice that you’re going uphill and it’s kind of making you feel tired.

“honestly, i would have rather stayed at the lecture than walk this path. it’s annoying.”

“it’s absolutely worth it,” sungchan grabs after your hand, basically pulling you along with him.

he’s much more energetic than you are, and the excitement to show you his favorite spot is making him feel even more alive.

suddenly, sungchan stops walking.

“we are almost there. you have to close your eyes now.”

“what? no i-”

“just trust me. close your eyes,” sungchan interrupts you.

you sigh, again. he just has a way to make you give in. you can never win against him.

you close your eyes, but sungchan doesn’t trust you (he fears that you will be peaking). he walks behind you and covers your eyes. finally, you guys start walking again but it only takes a few minutes until sungchan stops you.

he takes his hands off your eyes but he doesn’t move away, he’s still standing closely behind you.

“open your eyes,” he whispers in your ear.

you slowly open your eyes. the city view, that is presented in front of you with all its glory, makes you speechless. the city lights are bright, but not so bright that you aren’t able to see the stars (that are shining even brighter).

“it’s so beautiful,” you whisper amazed.

sungchan isn’t looking at the view. he has seen it more than a hundred times already. instead, he’s watching you with a smile on his face. “it truly is.”

“why did you never take me here before?” you turn around and almost fall into sungchans arms, that’s how close to you he was standing. you wanted to take a step back to create a bit of distance between the two of you, but sungchan grabs after your hand to stop you.

“i was waiting for the perfect opportunity. when i noticed how bad you were feeling today, i thought that maybe taking you to this place will cheer you up. i really hope it did because i don’t take just anyone to this spot.”

he looks nervous. “in fact, you’re the first and only person i’ve ever taken here, that’s how special this is for me.”

you can hear that he’s being sincere.. and it makes you feel so warm inside. your heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid it’s going to jump out of your chest.

“thank you,” you whisper, not being able to talk clearly because of how sungchan is holding you so close, how he’s looking deeply into your eyes, how his lips are looking so kissable…

“for taking me here. it definitely cheered me up.”

sungchan smiles. you love his smile.

okay, you breathe in. this is my chance.

“but there’s something else that could make me cheer up even more.”

you can’t believe that you’re about to do this, but honestly, it is time. you’ve been meaning to do this since the day sungchan left his family dinner to be there for you because you were having a mental breakdown (which was two years ago).

“shit, i knew i should have brought chocolate,” sungchan steps back, letting go of you. he scratches his head. “uhm, we can grab chocolate when we go back to the dorm.”

you laugh, grabbing sungchans arm and pulling him close to you again, so close that you can hear him breathe.

“no, idiot, not chocolate. think harder,” you say against his lips.

without wasting one more second, sungchan intertwines his lips with yours.

in this very moment, the draining feeling inside of you no more exists. nothing matters except sungchan and you, kissing underneath the stars.

and even though the stars and the city lights were shining brightly, nothing was shining more than sungchans eyes after the kiss, when he realized that you’ve given his favorite spot a whole new meaning.

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[xhdream]

loser(s): part two

↳ part one

pairing: youtuber theo x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 4.4k

summary: the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours, and turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years

contains: neighbours au, hard dom!reader, brat tamer!reader, enemies to lovers? trope, unprotected sex, explicit language, dirty talk, masturb. (m), overstimulation (m), oral (m/f), light humiliation kink, a few slaps here and there, name calling

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

Taeyang lost count of how many times he had to sit down to play the same game from the beginning in the last three hours.

He adjusts the camera on its usual angle, hits record, only to toss his headset across the desk ten minutes later, and just stare stupidly at the computer screen.

It’s been a week since you slept together and he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. Not only does the fact you’re constantly on his mind torturing him, but also the images that come along with the thoughts of you.

Your hand wrapped around his neck. Your breath sticking to his mouth as you call him names, bad names, mean words that would infuriate him in every other situation, but not this one.

And the more days fly by, the more those images seem not enough for him anymore. He begins to expand on them with moments where you slap his face while you ride him. Or his cock - it probably hurts, but that’s the new thing that he’s been curious about what it would feel like from you.

He wants you to punish him for all the sleepless nights you had because of his games; for all those arguments you’ve had in the middle of the hallway; for all the times he slammed his door in your face.

Taeyang opens the little drawer of his desk and pulls out the panties you let him keep from that day. It won’t feel as exciting as the first time he used them, because they’re straight out from the laundry and they don’t hold your scent anymore, but it’s better than just his bare hand.

He feels stupid; really stupid. But the embarrassment fades down the moment he covers his semi hard on with the delicate lace you wore the afternoon he fucked you.

He’s never watched any videos where the man is submissive, or gets humiliated and commanded. He’s never had any interest in experiencing anything like that, until now. Until you.

His moans slip from his lips more and more desperate in the silence of his room. His eyes are squeezed shut while his mind visualises your naked body once again; your hands and mouth are everywhere on him all at once as you use him for your own personal pleasure.

“Fuck… p-please, please, please—“ Taeyang whispers in a rush over and over again, as if you are here forcing him to ask for permission to cum.

He breaks down in his chair as the rush from this new unfamiliar fantasy brings him to his peak. The pair of panties, now messy from his orgasm, are wrapped around his cock and he holds them there for a moment till he calms down.

He has to try to film next week’s video again, but all he can think about is what the fuck did you do to him.

It was just a hook up.

There’s nothing wrong in having some fun once in a while. What does it matter if it was with the youtuber Choi Taeyang who also happens to live next door? You had a nice time together, and it won’t happen again, because you can’t stand each other - even after having an amazing mind blowing sex. Especially after that…

Nothing has changed. In fact, everything remains the same, except that he for whatever reason decided to do some of the talking online.

“You’re talking shit about me in your new video!”

Taeyang remains silent for a few seconds, because at first he doesn’t remember doing such thing.

“Oh, I think you mean the video before the one I uploaded today… The one from today is the new one.”

“I don’t care.” You throw hands in the air. “Will you please explain where that’s coming from?”

Taeyang folds arms in front of his chest while skimming your body up and down in the most obvious way. You’re wearing a pair of comfy shorts and a graphic tee; so different than all the buttoned up shirts and fancy trousers he always sees you wearing for work. Judging by the look, it doesn’t seem like you’re planning on going out with anyone although it’s Friday night.

Not that he cares.

“I filmed that before we slept together.”

“Because that makes it better?”

Realising that this conversation isn’t going to end soon, Taeyang opens the front door fully and steps aside to let you in.

You try to avoid looking around too much, but you can’t deny that you’re curious about what the rest of his apartment looks like. It has a nice fresh scent that instantly adds to the welcoming atmosphere of his simple interior.

“I thought you’re familiar with my filming schedule.” Taeyang follows close behind you.

You are, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He moves your hair carefully to the side and you feel his lips trace your skin from your shoulder all the way to your neck. It’s such a small portion of skin, but it makes your whole body crave him.

“I don’t keep up with your channel anymore.” Your voice starts softening at the subtle contact of his tongue. It brings back the memories from last week, and your heart flutters at the thought of repeating it all.

You force your legs to take a few steps forward, and you leave him hanging. Wanting to make him work for it a little bit longer, you begin to explore the living room in the mean time.

“I wouldn’t have known about it if a friend of mine didn’t send me a clip of you ranting about the annoying neighbour that makes you want to jump from the window, because she made it her life mission to ruin your whole life.“ You glare at him for a moment before taking a seat on the middle of his couch. “It wasn’t hard for her to figure it out.”

Taeyang smirks, as his tall figure stands in front of you, blocking the view of the multiple posters at the wall.

“So you talk about me to your friend, I’m flattered.”

“Not nice things,” you cross one leg over the other, acting as if you’re oblivious to his gaze that’s focused on you, “so don’t be.”

The perky smile doesn’t leave his face when he squats down, locking eyes with yours. His hands swiftly separate your legs, and that simple act alone brings an insane amount of arousal into your body.

“You did made me want to jump from the window that day.” He comments, gliding his palms up and down your bare skin. “But I was also hoping you’d come back, and you did.”

His mouth now roams along your inner thigh through wet kisses, as he speaks, while his hand caresses the outer side of it.

“Do you know what’s the most annoying part of all of this?”

“Tell me,” you say, trying to keep your tone firm and relaxed despite the warm need that’s forming in the pit of your stomach.

You sense his right hand playing with the fabric of your shorts, sneaking under it to feel your panties. They make him impatient though, and after he grips on the waistband you quickly lift up just enough so he can pull them down.

“There isn’t a moment when I’m not turned on by you cussing at me. You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad at me, doll.”

You feel the tension in the air getting thicker from his words that accompany his needy touch.

“You like being scolded, hm?” You rest your hand on top of his head, as you feel his tongue sneaking through his lips. The sudden wet contact provokes your legs to spread wider at the possibility to feel it closer to your heat.

Taeyang swipes his flat tongue along your cunt that’s hidden from your thin underwear. His palms press against your hips, as he buries his face further, humming as a response.

“Easy, Tae,” you chuckle.

The nickname surprises him, and he pulls back to find your eyes.

“I need you.” His voice softens as he speaks out the words.

You’ve never heard this tone from him before.

“I need you so bad, Y/N.”

“Do you promise not to talk shit about me ever again?”

You lift his chin even higher with your index finger while he stays on his knees for you.

“Promise.” He replies with a smirk which disappears so quickly from your thumb tugging on his lip that you almost miss it.

It’s surprising how easily he succumbs to your control. It almost feels like he’s playing with you, and you test him again with another question.

“Will you do as I say?”

Taeyang nods staring back with lust in his eyes.

“Words.”

“Yes, yes, beautiful…” He stops talking when you slide your fingers through his lips, and continues, after you gather some of his saliva. “I will.”

“I didn’t expect to see you so obedient, Tae.” You push your panties to the side and spread the moisture all over your clit, mixing it with the one that’s already been wetting your folds. “I like this version of you.”

“You got me this way, doll.” Taeyang follows the slow motions of your fingers, and his mouth waters at the sight. The memory of your sweet taste invades his senses. “Let me help you feel good.”

You guide your foot up and down his thigh, as you build your arousal in front of him.

“What can you do for me?” You ask, knowing that talking is the last thing he wants to do right now. You lead your leg to his crotch area where the contour of his erection calls for your attention. It starts twitching beneath the fabric of his sweats the second it feels the pressure of your foot.

“Anything you want, baby.. shit—“ His mouth stays open when you start stimulating him by rubbing his length. “Just tell me, please. Wanna taste you so fuckin’ bad.”

“Oh, baby, you’re leaking already,” you pout at the dark stain that appeared under your foot. Taeyang can only whine, as the place you keep rubbing in a rapid speed gets hotter from the pleasant friction. “You look like you really need to cum, pretty boy… too bad I prefer to cum first.”

Taeyang’s attention goes back and forth between your daring eyes, and your fingers gliding through your squelching entrance. He’s slowly becoming more and more submissive, and you can’t stop gushing over how hot he looks in this kind of desperate state.

“Wanna make you cum first, gorgeous…” Taeyang mutters, but his hips jerk up, needy to feel more of your touch. “Can I?”

“You can,” you reply, seeing his gaze lit up. “Go on, put that dirty mouth to good use for once.”

After moving your hand away, Taeyang leans in and attaches his tongue to your heat with the same force he did the first time. It makes you gasp, and hold the back of his head as the imensive pleasure flows through your body.

The difference is in the sounds that manage to escape from his mouth as his tongue devours your slickness - they’re not intense, grumpy groans, but vulnerable blissful ones, and you try to stay calm so you can hear more of them, but you can’t hold the emotions in for long.

“Oh, f-fuck, Tae—“ Your fingers tangle around the roots of his hair and tug from the way he digs even deeper into your cunt the moment you start to shake. Your arousal trickles down from your folds. “Oh, fuck, just like that…”

Provoked by your pretty moans, Taeyang pulls you down a bit, focusing the tip of his tongue on your clenching hole. He slurps eagerly from your leaking pleasure before licking a stripe all the way to your clit.

You don’t need to tell him to go faster. He can tell you’re close by your loud pants, and the way your face twitches, and your spine bends. Your toes curl in the air the moment he dives back in to suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves meanwhile his two long fingers slide inside you, rubbing your walls.

“S’ close—“ You choke on your whines, as your hand keeps him as close to your clit as possible.

The quick way his fingers work in and out of you in sync with his lapping tongue bring your orgasm just a second later, and Taeyang tries his best to keep your body steady on the couch with one hand as you squirm from the sensations.

His own hitched sounds get lost from your overwhelmed voice that echoes throughout the room in a high pitched tone. You stopped caring about who might hear you through the thin walls a long time ago.

You realise amused that Taeyang still gathers from your juices by open mouthed kisses even after you come back to your senses.

“That’s enough, you had your fun.” You take his jaw and squish his flushed cheeks, observing his swollen lips and sharp chin that’s messy from your arousal. As much as all that turns you on nothing can compare to the dazed look in his eyes - like he’s ready to take anything you give him.

“There isn’t a moment when I’m not turned on by you cussing at me.” His words from earlier echo into your mind. “You’re so fuckin’ hot when you’re mad at me…”

“You’re so pathetically horny, I don’t even have to ask if you’ve been using my underwear to get off.” You slightly raise your brow, then grunt at the shameless smile that creeps up on his lips. It earns a light slap on the cheek. “Such a loser.”

At this point Taeyang is one hundred percent sure he’s leaking through his boxers. He’s so turned on that he’s grateful for every small friction he gets from the cotton fabric that’s repressing his cock.

“Filled them with my cum three times.” He adds through his puffy lips that still glisten with your essence.

You try to cover up your half-smile caused by his cheeky attitude through a huff. You slap him again, but harder, and he presses his tongue against the inner side of his cheek.

“You liked it, didn’t you, perv?”

“I fuckin’ loved it.” He responds, successfully maintaining eye contact. You can feel the heat coming from his stare and it makes you feel dizzy, like you just took five shots at once.

The smacking sound fills the room again, and Taeyang’s head tilts slightly to one side. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth; his skin runs hot.

“Three slaps for the three times you used my panties like a desperate whore.”

You lean back comfortably on the back of the couch, trying to ignore the way your heart races from what just happened, but also at the image of him masturbating with your lingerie.

You tell him to strip, and he quickly gets rid of his clothes, leaving them crumpled up on the floor. After his slim figure hovers over you again, his big cock enters your vision. You lean forward and run your fingertip along its length, feeling its warm skin and every vein.

The instant twitching when you reach his tip that’s oozing deliciously with transparent essence, makes you bite your lip playfully. You give it a light feathery touch, and suddenly the only thing on your mind is to make Taeyang break down from pleasure. To milk him dry.

“Sit down.” You command, switching places with him. “No touching from now on, got it?”

“Got it.” Taeyang responds, and you notice his one hand going towards his balls, as you kneel between his legs.

You grab his wrists roughly, forcing his eyes to shoot back at you.

“You’re not allowed to touch me or yourself.”

You release his arms, hearing a sigh of disappointment. For a moment he doesn’t know where to put his hands and the awkward way he finally drops them on top of his thighs makes you laugh.

“Not used to being a submissive boy, huh?” You tap his leaky tip at the centre, and Taeyang’s tummy clenches from the sensitivity.

The ringing sound of you mocking him makes his heart flutter which doesn’t help the burning in his core cool down.

He stays silent, but judging from his dark gaze that’s solely focused on your hand hovering over his desperate erection, makes you feel like you’re both thinking about the same thing, so you do it - you give his cock a light smack.

“Fuckk—“ He sucks in a sharp breath. He bites on his lower lip with force, throwing his head back while the shocking thrill fades down. “No… I’m not.” He admits noticing you getting closer to his shaft.

He wants to snap at you to take it, but another part of him wants to indulge in this new game that you introduced to him; a game where he waits and receives whatever you decide to give him.

“You’ll learn. You need some taming, Choi Taeyang.” You give him one last glance, then release a thick string of spit on his cock before taking it in your hand.

You forgot how heavy he feels and your thighs already start rubbing against one another. You stroke it up and down slowly, appreciating the way it looks under the control of your fist.

“Such a big nice cock for someone who doesn’t know how to behave properly, tsk…” The speed of your hand quickens, and Taeyang’s chest starts to rise rapidly, his fingers form two strong fists. “What a waste,” you spit out bluntly, smearing the precum even faster.

You have to admit, you enjoy this dominant role more than you expected.

“Ahh, s-shit…” Taeyang’s built up desperation becomes even more apparent now as his tone gets mellow from the stimulation. The rush inside his tummy grows bigger with every next twist, and every new remark you decide to throw at him.

In the middle of his moans he turns quiet; too baffled from the sudden wrapping of your lips around him to say or do anything. His jaw drops as he finally gets to experience what your tongue feels like glued to his dick.

“Y/N—“ he sighs, running fingers through his hair. His tongue swipes his lips at the arousing sight of your head bobbing up and down his length; your small fist helping out by twirling around what you can’t fit inside your mouth.

Not that you can’t fit the rest of him. You can, with a little bit of effort and inevitable choking. You just don’t want to yet. He’s fully aware of that.

Taeyang’s instant reflex is to hold your head, but he stops himself on time, and his palms return to rest on both sides of his body, meanwhile, you keep humming around his throbbing erection. The amount of saliva dripping from your lips coated all of him nicely, making your hand drag along even more smoothly as you aim for his climax.

The warm void of your mouth feels so unbelievably good he starts to feel woozy, losing his entire trail of thoughts.

You gasp for air once you finally peel off. A string of drool connects you to his angry red tip before you break it off by furiously pumping his cock.

“Come on,” you encourage him, as you don’t stop jerking him off close to your charming face, “cum like the desperate boy you are, Tae…”

And like that, hypnotised by your voice and the way you use that nickname, Taeyang lets it all out. The thick ropes of cum shoot all over his stomach while his heavy eyes stay shut, and his balls clench overwhelmingly.

You bite on your lip, patiently baring your own heat between your legs as you watch him cum all over himself. Your eyes trace all the way up to the veins on his neck, and his parted lips that drop heavy pants.

Taeyang tugs on his own hair finally turning his attention back to you. He seems high, and his heavy gaze follows lazily the way you stick out your tongue to taste him, after his poor cock hits his tummy, all flushed and smeared with sticky liquid.

“Mmm, you taste nice.” You mewl, passing your flat tongue over his stomach to collect the thick essence, taking it down your throat. “I could’ve let you cum in my mouth, but I don’t think you deserve that yet.” You leave a few wet kisses around his bellybutton before sucking lightly. Taeyang humms, and glances down only to see that you’ve licked all of his seed to the last drop.

“Hope I can earn that privilege.” Taeyang’s deep voice makes your heart swell with how raspy it suddenly sounds.

You bring your hands up his chest, teasing his left nipple with your manicured fingers.

“Give me one more and maybe you will earn it sooner than you think.”

When he sees his softening cock going in your hand again, a shocking thrill shoots through his core, and it makes him wince in his seat. His muscles tense all over again at what’s possibly coming.

“Shhh, it’s not that bad,” you burst laughing at his widening eyes. He noticed his own words coming out of your lips. “I know you still have more to give me…”

Every time you smile amused at his dick he gets butterflies in his tummy like a teenager falling in love; for a moment he didn’t even grasp what you’re asking of him.

“Fuck, wait—“

But it’s too late. You’re already getting back to twirling your fist, eager to feel it hardening in your palm.

Taeyang leans his arms over the back of the couch, giving you a nice view of his throat that keeps gulping after he tilts his head back.

You stay kneeling between his feet, gliding your fist in a merciless pace. You want to make him cum again, and you want to do it as soon as possible. The wet noise mixes with his hitched breathing, he’s not even making sounds anymore; the new rush that’s building up from his sensitivity doesn’t allow him to do anything else except try to control his heavy breaths.

“Oh my god,” Taeyang lifts one arm and takes his fist to his mouth. He can feel the familiar sensation inside him bubbling up, fast and intense. “Fuck, gonna cum again-“ His voice cracks just as his thighs start to tremble around you. “Please, take it in your mouth, p-please, Y/N, shit—“

Your fingers keep up the pressure around his thickness and a moment later they’re dripping with mess again.

“Oops, I forgot.” Your bottom lip puckers out in a fake pout, as you still hold his member trapped in your fist. It’s so pathetically red and swollen. You blow on it once, and Taeyang squirms before finally facing you. “You came too quickly, pretty boy. You left me no time to put it in my mouth.”

His raspy low voice mumbles something in the lines of you’re doing it too good, and you tell him that he’s just too weak.

You don’t give him much time to regain control over his breathing, and your lips stretch out to take him deep into your mouth.

The fact he’s lost in the warmth of your small mouth again has Taeyang’s mind turning blank. He’s sensitive in general, and when you begin to move all the way down to his abdomen after he just came for the second time, completely makes him crumble.

For the first time you hear him whimper; yearn.

It’s obvious he’s trying his best to maintain his calmness, but at this point it’s impossible. Everything becomes too much for him - your tongue twirling around his cock head, the sucking and lewd slurping as you keep up the insane rapid speed that has the living room spinning in front of him. The bumping against your throat. The gagging. The vibrations from your choking, because he’s too big for your mouth, but you keep pushing yourself on him anyway.

You breathe through your nose a few more seconds, as you keep his tortured tip inside your throat. A tear escapes the corner of your eye. When you empty your mouth, inhaling deeply, you notice that Taeyang’s cheeks have falling tears too.

Your tongue glides on the side of his hard slick length as you prepare to stuff your mouth again, but you want to enjoy the captivating sight of his face coloured by pinkish tones, and half lidded eyes gleaming with tears, a little longer.

Despite feeling on cloud nine, Taeyang gives you a lazy smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“What is it?” He looks down at your figure with anticipation.

You shrug shoulders, then tilt your head slightly.

“I’m just surprised to see you like this.”

You don’t realise how his features hypnotise you; how they get you to forget about the role you’re playing, until you feel his hand around your neck. The movement, not rough at all, lifts your chin while he leans down parting your lips with his own.

The open mouthed kiss steals your breath; it fulfills all the cravings you had since you got here, but it grows new ones too.

You stand up and Taeyang swiftly settles you on his lap. The feeling of him filling you up in that moment is a delightful relief you’ve never felt before. You uphold yourself with hands on the back of the sofa while his mouth finds support in the crook of your neck.

“Ah, Tae…” You mewl at the way he pleases you in all the ways you possibly need. “Fuck, I love it…”

Taeyang holds his breath for a second, as you start to quicken the bounces. His hands scrunch up your shirt around your waist while the way your slippery cunt swallows him so perfectly has him thinking of cumming as soon as possible. But he can endure it; despite the burning overstimulation that makes his heart race, and his whimpers stuck at the back of his throat.

He has to.

“Cum again, doll, I’ll wait…” He bites the spot under your ear while his husky voice, coming out so uneven and shaky, sends you shivers. “I promise.”

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hello lovely!! can i request NORTHANGER ABBEY with carlos and exes to lovers? thank you 💌

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SECOND CHANCE. ❨ carlos sainz x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: slight sexual buildup but no smut

when people asked you what happened between carlos sainz and yourself, you never really had an answer. it had been a strange breakup, one that built and built over months, and then broke in the space of one night. you had wanted different things. you were ready to settle down, get a house, commit to starting a family. but carlos was at the peak of his career — his main focus was on racing. you needed more than he could give.

the actual fight had been a catastrophe. him shouting, you crying, doors slammed. the cool down consisted of him on his knees, grabbing at your legs on the couch, trying to reason. but you knew you couldn’t stay, it was pointless. so you left. you packed your bags and left the next morning. three years, all for nothing.

it had been just over a year since that terrible day, and you hadn’t heard from carlos once. you kept up with his races, still fully supporting him. you didn’t hate each other — and it only made things so much harder.

“come on, you deserve a break!” your best friend insisted, clicking button after button and booking your trip before you could even argue.

monaco. you hadn’t been back since you left carlos, and the prospect scared you. but you braved the memories, distracting yourself with your girlfriends and anything you could. you spent your days on the beach, your nights in clubs and cocktail bars. for some reason, amongst it all, you’d forgotten carlos still lived here.

nipping out one afternoon to pay a visit to your old favourite bakery, your mind was clear. a coffee and your favourite pastry in hand, you were actually happy. enjoying yourself. until you bumped into a figure that smelled an awful lot like your ex—boyfriend.

“mierda, sorry—” he grabbed your forearms, steadying you both. freezing, his eyes meet yours and he falls silent. you can’t stop staring at him, not really believing that he was real. actually there, close enough to touch, for the first time in a year.

“hi.” it leaves you in one breath. carlos smiles, glancing between you and the bakery.

“back for an apple pastry?” he teases and you turn sheepish, cheeks burning. “i didn’t know you were in town.”

“just for a vacation,” you tell him, only realising then that he’s still got a hold of you, chests practically pressed together. you clear your throat, stepping back. you had pictured this moment so many times, what you would say, and now it was done. the moment gone and you wished you could go back and do it a little better.

carlos nods, taking all of you in. you looked… amazing. your skin was glowing, thanks to a few days in the sun. you were still as beautiful as the day he met you. you were even prettier in real life, rather than the images that plagued carlos’ mind every night.

“how long are you here for?” he asks, and your brows raise. you knew where this was going, but you didn’t have the power to stop it.

“until monday.” three more days. “why?”

“no, no reason. maybe we could… catch up? i’ll make you dinner. your favourite pasta,” he offers, blinking down at you with those big brown eyes, and how can you say no?

he’s got a new apartment now, and you’re glad, because you’re not sure you could face the home you shared together. you knock twice before he lets you in, taking your coat and pouring your favourite wine. the pasta he always used to make for you simmers on the stove, the smells taking you back to your date nights together.

“it’s as good as ever,” you tell him after your first bite, nostalgia filling your taste buds. carlos smiles proudly. he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you stepped through the door, your cheeks constantly tinted pink.

still, the conversation was flowing like no time had passed, like nothing had happened between you. you’d been together for three whole years, it was easy to fall back into that routine again. a glass of wine or so later, you were curled up on the couch, telling him about everything that happened at christmas — the first christmas he hadn’t been to since you first got together.

somewhere between your mother’s roast potato meltdown and your grandfather’s six glasses of whiskey, his hand had found it’s way to your thigh, warm and big. your breath hitched, eyes warning as they dart to his.

“carlos…” you whisper, feeling yourself slip the closer he gets.

“mi alma,” he counters, his other hand grazing across your brow, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“we shouldn’t. we can’t,” you insist, but you sound less convincing than you intend. his hot breath ghosts over your lips, his taste so close.

“tell me to stop, and i will,” carlos meets your eyes, wide and pleading. he needs you, he’s needed you for twelve months. “one word and i’m done.”

your lips open, ready to speak, but nothing comes out. you can’t say no, because you don’t want to. any logic is gone from your mind, flooded with a love that never really went away.

in a moment, carlos presses his lips to yours. both of you fall into each other, fall into what you know so well. hands grasping at your clothes, teeth clashing and tongues hot, trying to get impossibly close. it was dizzying. carlos had always been a good kisser, but a starved man savoured his first meal like it was heaven sent.

his hands dipped lower, slipping under your top and to the warm skin underneath. palming at your chest, teasing but desperate, lips dipping to suck at the supple flesh of your throat. he pulls whines from you like an expert, your fingers grasping at the mess of brown locks upon his head. it’s longer now, you like it.

“wait, wait,” you mutter, pushing him back by the chest. so many thoughts running through your head, but it goes blank when he looks at you. pupils blown wide, hair messy, lips wet and swollen. he’s angelic, a sculpture on display in the finest of museums.

carlos finds the hesitation in your eyes and sighs. “i know.”

“what are we doing?” you groan, head falling against his shoulder. his thumb rubs at your back, comforting you coming as second nature. “i can’t just — fuck you and pretend like it never happened. i’ve been trying to get over you for a year now, and this just sets everything back.”

“did you?” he asks, unsure if he wants to know the answer. “get over me?”

“no,” you sigh, answering a little too quickly. “i don’t know if i ever will.”

carlos softens, more so if possible, hands smoothing all over you. “i love you. i always have, i always will. i’ll do whatever it takes, just — can we try again?”

you look at him, his pleading eyes and tight grip. he does love you, you’ve know that in your gut for a while now. he’d loved you so hard when you were together, with everything that he was. just because you broke up doesn’t mean that disappears.

“carlos, we want different things…” you begin into the same argument you had a year ago, and he cuts you off with another kiss.

“i don’t care. i’ll compromise, i’ll do whatever you want. we can get married tomorrow, if it’s what you want,” he professes, cupping your cheeks. you stare at him in shock, his profession of love coming crashing down.

“we’re not getting married tomorrow,” you laugh breathlessly, taking his hands in yours. “but… we can try again tomorrow, start over.”

hope fills him, a bright smile painting his face as he kisses you, again and again. maybe not tomorrow, but he knew he was going to marry you someday. sooner, rather than later.

“i love you so much, carlos.”

“i love you even more, cariño.”

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