#and build you a house with the perfect doorknob

[ainosgarden]

Obsessed with the fact that Steven Yeun and Ali Wong are soulmates in both Beef (2023-) and Tuca&Bertie (2019-2022) but in the most opposite way possible

#beef #beef netflix #tuca and bertie #steven yeun #ali wong #on one side theres bertie and speckle #all love and nurture like #babe i wanna bake you vanille croissants forever #and build you a house with the perfect doorknob #on the other side theres amy and danny #all hate and depression like #motherfcker im gonna ruin your life like you ruined mine #bc we both know it’s our own faults but at least you’re in this misery with me #and both are perfect *chefs kiss* #anyway watch beef on netflix its incredible

[taeghi]

tainted love || (m)

demon!heeseung x reader | SMUT, angst, pwp

➤ summary : heeseung was just trying to do his job, there’s no way a demon could fall in love with a human. it was forbidden. but you summoning him accidentally or not, started the toxic relationship between you two. 

➤ includes : choking, oral, fingering, dirty talk, biting, slapping, spiting, toxic-ness lol

➤ word count : 16.5k

trigger warning : mentions of death

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you were excited when you first moved into your new home. it would be the first time you lived alone in your entire life. you loved the house you bought. it was old, ancestral and just perfect for you, right on the edge of town where it was the perfect mix of loud and quiet. 

once you were all moved in, you were excited for your best friend, mary, to come over and see it. you had spent all day decorating and organizing, so the house felt like ‘home’ to you. the house had felt so welcoming to you, so you wanted it to feel welcoming to mary as well. 

just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the new neighbourhood. mary arrived at your doorstep, excitement radiating from her whole body. 

you greeted mary with a broad smile, happy to have your best friend over for the first time, “mary! i’m so glad you’re here!” mary’s hair was as long as ever as it stopped right above her hips. The few beauty moles she had around her eyes and cheekbones gleamed out at you. 

mary’s eyes crinkled as she smiled hard at you, “me too, y/n! let me see this house you bought then!” 

you beckoned your friend into your house, wanting her to follow you as you led the way through the new halls adorned with antique furniture and delicate wallpaper that was left behind for decades. you ascended the sweeping staircase, your footsteps bouncing off of the walls. 

“girl, this house is like a time capsule!” mary remarked from behind you, her voice and eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. “where’d you even find it?” 

you shrugged as you showed room by room, “just online. it was cheap– i guess because it’s so old.” 

“how old?” 

“really old.” you both laughed, “so old that i can’t get a door to budge open.” you glanced down to the last door at the end of the long hallway. 

“really?” mary’s head tilted. 

“yeah, the one on the very end there, with the faded floral patterns.” mary walked past you to the door and stopped in front of it. “i’ve tried for a few days now, even one of the movers couldn’t get it to budge. he said something about the hinges being rusted down.”

“let me try,” mary declared, her delicate hand reached out to the ornate brass doorknob you had tried to turn for hours. 

as she turned the doorknob, the door swung open easily. too easily. 

“hey, what?” you exclaimed, moving closer to see it better for yourself, “how did you do that?” 

mary shrugged with a concerned look on her face, “i don’t know. i just opened it.” 

“what the hell, i’ve been trying for days, mary!” 

mary chuckled, “well, let’s see what’s up there then.” she pointed inside the newly opened door which reveals a narrow flight of stairs leading to an attic. “an attic filled with mysteries.” mary said in a fake scary voice. 

mary let you go in first, climbing up the creaky, dusty steps, anticipation building with every reak and moan from the old house. the air grew thick with dust, swirling around them like ethereal spirits. both of your eyes widened at the sight before you at the top of the stairs. the space was illuminated by a single beam of light filtering through a small window. it cast long shadows on the faded wallpaper and illuminated the forgotten items from the previous owners. 

“there is so much shit up here,” mary said beside you; both of you were standing still and taking in the scattered items spread about. she stepped around you, brushing off the layer of dust from an old trunk. she ran her fingers over the tarnished lock, contemplating what lay inside, “shall we see what’s in box number one?” 

your eyes sparkled with anticipation, “absolutely.” 

with a click, mary opened the trunk, revealing a trove of memories. it was full of sepia-toned photographs, delicate lace gloves and a journal with yellowed pages. 

“look at this photograph,” mary showed you, holding up an image of a young couple embracing, looking madly in love. you peered over her shoulder, a wistful smile spreading across your lips as you looked at the pair. 

mary continued to skim through the first box as you stood straight again. your eyes scanned your new attic, and you felt your heart skip when you noticed a dusty, wooden box tucked away in the corner. you walked towards it, your hands starting to tremble for no reason. 

you could hear mary shifting with excitement as she found something new in her box, but you were too interested in the box in the corner in front of you. you knelt on the floor, your hands traced the chest, feeling some magnetic pull to it strangely. 

you carefully opened the box, revealing an ancient wooden board intricately carved with symbols and letters. you realized that it was a ouijia board. its surface adorned with faded letters and a small wooden planchette. 

mary gasped behind you, her eyes widening with awe and caution, “y/n, isn’t that a ouija board?” 

you nodded, your voice filled with wonder and uncertainty, “yeah, i think so. i wonder why it’s been left up here, ya know, because they’re like a window to the other realm, right?” 

the two of you exchanged a nervous glance before mary spoke again, her voice barely audible, “what do you say, y/n? should we use it? break in your new house?” 

you hesitated, your mind starting to understand the fear that this board could evoke, “i don’t know, mary. it’s risky. what if we unleash something?” 

mary placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “we’ll be careful. we won’t stay for long. we’ll just ask a few harmless questions, and if things get weird, we’ll stop, okay?” 

you sighed but slowly nod, “alright, we can try it. who knows, it might not even work.”

“probably not, but it’ll be fun to try.” 

you and mary gathered around your kitchen table, the ouija board spread out before you. soft candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. 

you hesitated, your two fingers trembling as they hovered above the planchette, “are you sure about this mary? i have a bad feeling.”

mary’s voice was pure excitement, “we’ll be fine y/n, just a couple of questions, ok?” 

they placed their fingers lightly on the planchette, their anticipation growing with each passing moment. the room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting their next move. 

“is there anyone here with us?” mary asked, her voice confident, waiting for a response from the other side. but as minuted passed by, the ouija board remained still, its surface unyielding to their inquiries. 

“maybe it’s not going to work, mary.” you said with a tinge of disappointment. 

mary sighed, defeated and regretful, “i guess you’re right. i shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up too high.” 

just as you two were about to lift your hands from the planchette, a sudden chill filled the air, causing both of you to shiver. you exchanged a puzzled look with mary as your attention was drawn back to the ouija board. slowly but surely, the planchette began to move, gliding across the board’s surface with an eerie certainty. 

your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest, “uh mary, it’s moving.” 

“i know,” mary replied in disbelief as the planchette stopped over “YES”. “oh my god.”

“oh my god,” you repeated, “that wasn’t you?” 

“no! was it you?” 

you shook your head, “definitely not.” with your body scared to the bone, mary let out a laugh, “what’s so funny?” 

“nothing! nothing.” mary waved her free hand, “just, this is going to be so fun.” 

you sighed, “just, be careful, alright? i don’t need my new house to be haunted or something.” 

mary agreed and then asked again in her confident voice, “who are we speaking to?” 

again, your eyes widened in disbelief as the planchette spelled out a name, letter by letter. 

H– E– E– S– E– U– N– G. 

“heeseung?” mary repeated, her voice filled with confusion, “who’s heeseung?” 

your brows furrowed, trying to think if you know anyone by that name, “i don’t know mary, i’ve never heard that name before. it could just be a random spirit trying to communicate with us.”

mary shrugged and continued, “what do you want, heeseung?” 

the planchette moves then, their fingers still atop as it spelled out the next word. 

H– E– L– P.

you exchanged concerned glances with your friend across the table. the atmosphere in the kitchen growing heavy and gold with the unexplained presence. 

“h-how can we help you?” mary asked the board. 

I– N– C– U– B– U– S.

“what the hell’s does incubus mean?” you asked your friend. 

“isn’t that like, a sex demon?” mary said, stifling a laugh. 

“a sex demon?” you repeated, tilting your head in confusion. 

“yeah, seems like someone’s horny in the afterlife.” mary jokes, making you bite your lip to stifle your own laugh. 

before either of you could speak again again, the planchette started moving, dragging your fingers along with it. 

N– A– M– E. 

“name?” mary said out loud, “say your name.” 

“what, why me?” 

“because it’s your house, and we found this thing upstairs.” 

you sighed before stating, “y/n.” 

you expected the planchette to move again so the spirit could reply, but instead the small kitchen window above the sink swung open, letting the wind from outside enter roughly. the cold gust of wind blows out all the candles, plunging your kitchen into darkness besides the lone street lamp outside. a low guttural growl resonated through the air, sending shivers down your spines. 

“jesus!” you jumped up, your hands leaving the board as you get up and close the window that was hitting the wall now. mary followed you, but turns on the kitchen light instead. “what was that?” 

“i don’t know, wind.” mary said with a sarcastic tone, “it’s fine.”

“what? you weren’t scared by that?” you asked your friend curiously. 

mary shrugged again, “i mean, you felt how rough the wind was, and this house is old. it makes sense that the window would open like that.” 

you stared at your friend in disbelief, your hand stayed on your chest as you tried to slow your breathing. mary started grabbing her belongings, slipping her bag over her shoulder, oh so chalantly as you felt petrified from the events that occurred only a minute ago. 

“so are you taking that thing home?” you asked mary, referring to the board that sits still on the table. 

“what, no?” mary replied with a crinkle of her nose. 

“but why not? you’re the one who likes these kinds of things.”

“well yeah, but we found it here. and god knows how long it’s been here, i wouldn’t want to upset it.”

“upset what?” your eyes widened in fear. 

mary only laughed at your expression as she came over to you, her hands rubbing your shoulders as you face each other. “y/n, calm down, nothing even happened! we spoke to a spirit for five seconds and then the wind blew open the window. just put the board back in the attic and go to bed.” 

you sighed at your friend, dreading to go back up into the attic once she’s gone. 

“i’ll see you later, alright?” mary said as she stands on your porch with a smile, “nothing’s gonna happen so just enjoy your new house.” 

you told your friend to have a goodnight before going around and making sure every door and windowwaslocked for the night, keeping all the lights on as you do so. when the time comes for you to put the board in the attic, you closed your eyes and placed it on the closest box to the stairs before turning and bolting down the stairs, slamming the floral door shut behind you. you wished the door would have never opened in the first place as you slide into bed, scared for the first time in your new house. 

you were only able to sleep for a few hours before you were awoken suddenly. your body jolted awake as you sat up in your bed. your chest heaved heavily as you looked around your bedroom, but ultimately saw nothing. 

you brushed a hand through your wild hair, mentally laughing at how scared you truly were. when you stretch out, ready for bed again you realized how damp your panties were and you wondered if you were having a wet dream of some sort that woke you up, but couldn’t seem to remember anything. 

when you started to lay down again, figuring that it must be around 3am and you needed to go to sleep, you heard a creak from the other side of your room. you instinctively turned your body to face the corner, but again, nothings there. you told yourself that it’s just the old house, but for some reason you couldn’t get rid of the feeling that it’s something more. 

one more time, you started to move your pillows so you could go back to sleep, but you heard a creak again from the same spot in the dark corner of your room. your eyes widened at the spot, suspecting to see something or someone other than the wall and darkness, and were about to go mad when you see nothing again. you smiled to yourself. thinking about how crazy you must truly look if anyone was here with you. 

“looking for me?” a man’s voice spoke from the otherside of you. you could barely see the person before you were screaming, crawling backwards to the other side of your bed to get away from the voice. “hey, hey, it’s okay, shh.” 

“no! who are you!” you cried out, your body shaking with fear. 

“c’mon, y/n.” the man tsked at you, “you know who i am.”

“no! i don’t! please! just leave me alone! please!” you started crying, tears running down your face in an instant from pure fear, not knowing what this man was going to do with you. 

“y/n, say my name.” his voice was stern, but playful as he speaks to you. 

“i don’t know you’re name! and i don’t know how you know me! please! please! don’t hurt me!” 

the man sighed, “fine.” he lifted his pale hand and snapped his fingers. instantly the tears brimming your eyes were gone, but your cheeks were still wet from the previous ones. your breaths calm and your body stopped shaking. your mind went clear, even though the deep, inner voice of yours was still screaming for help. “i didn’t want to have to do that, but you need to listen to me and calm down.” 

your eyes snapped to the man, wanting to scream but can’t from the peacefulness taking over your body. you could actually examine the man now. he was tall and lean, he exudes an otherworldly charm that seemed to fascinate and terrify you. his hair was jet-black and falls over his eyes, yet frames his face that was carved in the moonlight that enters your bedroom. 

your heart was racing, but was slowing down the more deep breaths you take. his eyes were dark brown as they stare back at you. 

“who are you?” you voice was steady when you speak, which surprised yourself. “what did you do to me?” 

his voice was smooth and melodic when he spoke again, “you know who i am.” 

“i don’t.”

“you do,” the man sat on your bed, hands grabbing your shoulders so you look right at him, “think y/n. who am i?” 

you were about to shake your head no, but suddenly there were flashes in your head. the man sitting in front of you, laying in your bed, smirking up at you as you hover a top of him. a flash of him laying shirtless and having abs that make you want to marvel at him for hours. and the final flash of him throwing his head back, letting out a moan of your name. 

“heeseung.” you stated, your eyes widening in realization and fear, but your body refused to act the way you’re feeling deep down, like you’re stuck. 

the man, heeseung, smiled slyly as you say his name, “there you go, good girl.” 

“how- what?” you questioned, wondering how you knew this man in front of you was heeseung, the spirit you contacted earlier through the board and how did you get those, those memories of him. 

his smirk grew deeper on his face, “i gave you a nice dream before i made you wake up, i thought you’d like it.” 

you think more about the dream he must’ve given you, and pushed away the thought that crosses your mind of how you wish the dream would have lasted longer. there’s a whole demon sitting in front of you, and you can’t seem to react the way you want to, just placed frozen on your bed. 

“what do you want, heeseung?” you asked him, your voice almost monotone, but really wanting to scream. 

a tantalizing smile curled onto his heeseung’s lips before he speaks, “you.” 

the voice in the back of your head screamed louder, wishing to get away from him, but yet you stay still, “why me?” 

heeseung grabbed your hand in his, his skin cold against your own. you felt disgusted as he touches you, but lean your hand into his. “because you summoned me and set me free. and now, i need to fulfill my duties.” 

you wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. you were trapped still on your bed with a demon holding your hand. and all you could do was sit there, expressionless. “what- what did you do to me?” 

heeseung retracted his hand, “i’m sorry, i had to so you would listen, i can make it stop.” 

“please.” your begging word came out monotone. 

“i will. but first you need to understand how you’ve summoned me to fulfill my duty as a worker of the underworld. can you listen?” 

you nodded slowly, wanting to understand more about this demon and how the hell he’s ended up beside you. 

“i’m an incubus. and the main part of my duty is to pleasure women, sexually. and i can do that for you, y/n. i can sense that you’ve never properly been pleasured,” heeseung’s hand pushed your hair behind your ear and you struggled to not shiver at the contact, “i can make you feel good.”

you gulped as you dare to look heeseung in the eyes. you noticed the way his dark eyes glint in the moonlight and how his jawwasheld tonight as he smirked at you. you hated yourself for thinking how attractive he would be if he was a human. “how would you know?” 

heeseung almost let out a laugh at how naive you are, but he found it charming at the same time, “because i am a demon y/n. i’m forever trapped between realms for my actions i did as a human. and for that, i’m forever yearning for a taste of the forbidden. and you, y/n, have summoned me and are now my object of fascination. i can make you feel good, i know you want me to.” 

“no, i don’t.” you speak, trying to defend yourself from the demon. 

heeseung tsked, “as an incubus i can appear as anyone that the woman so desires. i’ve appeared as many celebrities, ex-boyfriends, random strangers the woman has seen on the street. but for you, you desire me.” 

you avoided heeseung’s stare now, nervousness wanting to spread all over your body as he calls you out. you’re sure that if you weren’t under this trance of his your breathing would be rapid and you’d be fidgeting. 

you felt heeseung’s hand slither to your jaw, turning to your face gently to look at him, “just say the word y/n, and you can have me.” his melodic voice was in a whisper as he was mere inches away from your face, “just tell me you want me.” 

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest even though the rest of you remained in an unwelcome calm. a magnetic pull between you and heeseung has somehow grown too strong to resist in the few minutes he has sat in front of you. 

with trembling lips, you looked into heeseung’ captivating eyes, swirling with a seductive and darkness glaze, and a surge of boldness coursed through your veins as you give voice to your deepest desire. 

“i want you.” 

heeseung’s enigmatic smirk widened, a flicker of satisfaction danced on his face. it was as if your confession had unlocked a doorway to a realm where pleasure and danger intertwined. 

he leaned closer, his breath caressing your lips before they were pushed onto yours. heeseung’s fingers snap in your ear, and suddenly you’re overcome with so many, too many emotions all at once : fear, lust, nervousness, curiosity. 

in your dimly lit room, with your lips pressed together with a demon’s you know you should’ve pulled away and ran, but there was a dark lust inside of you. curious to see how heeseung could have pulled you in so quick with his words. a surge of electricity coursed through your body, feeling a connection with heeseung deepening. the kiss ignited a fire within you, a flame that seemed to consume all over her overbearing emotions. 

heeseung’s lips were soft, yet demanding, drawing you further into a world where pleasure and danger danced perfectly together. it seemed like both of your desires intertwined, blurring the line between terror and passion. 

time seemed to stand still as you deepened his kiss. your mouths moving in perfect synchrony as if you’ve kissed one million times before. 

as heeseung pulled away, your eyes locked, your heavy breaths mingling in the small space between you. heeseung’s hands came up and roughly pushed you down against your bed, your head landing in your pillow. heeseung’s head delved down, sucking and biting immediately onto the sweet spot on your neck. you gasped, arching your back into his chest, wondering how he found the perfect spot so quick. 

you could feel heeseung smirk against your skin, “i know all your desires y/n, everything that makes you feel good.” he lifts his head to look into your eyes, “everything that you’ve been deprived of, never having the chance to be perfectly pleasured by someone else.”

you gulped harshly because it’s true. every time you’ve had sex it’s always been disappointing and you’ve never been fully satisfied. your last boyfriends would take charge during sex, and would never give you the room to express what makes you feel good. you’ve tried random hookups with guys at bars or ones you’ve meet on tinder, but they never know how to please you and only take care of themselves. 

“i told you,” heeseung pressed a kiss into your cheek, “i’ll make you feel good.” he pressed a kiss into the other, “it’s what you deserve.” 

you nodded gently at heeseung’s statement, allowing yourself to fully trust a demon with your body, wanting to taste the pleasure that you do deserve and should have felt before. and for some reason, you didn’t feel any hesitation giving your body to him. 

heeseung’s hands started to grope your body, trailing down your sides and massaging your thighs at the end. he grabbed your thighs, pulling them so they bend at your knees and wrap around his waist. his lips were meshing against yours roughly, the way that you’ve always wanted to be kissed. your ex boyfriends were always so gently and sweet, which you could appreciate, but sometimes you just wanted to be taken roughly. 

heeseung’s hands pulled up your shirt, letting his flood at your neck as he exposes your breasts to his sight. his hips were grinding into yours as his hands groped your breasts. you could already feel how hard he was in his black pants as he grinded his hips into your core. you could feel your wet panties get wetter with the friction. 

heeseung finally pulled off your shirt, taking a break from your lips. “fuck, such perfect tits.” heeseung groaned before he’s putting his lips over your erect nipple. he switched between your breasts, his tongue circulating the nipple in quick motions. you moaned at the cold air brushing against your skin once he pulled it off. 

heeseung suddenly pulled your legs straight before pulling down your sleeping shorts so you were left in only your panties. he was then spreading your legs wide as he kneels down between your legs. 

“wha-?” your voice was cut off as he pressed his mouth to your wet mound. a moan leaves your lips instantly, never having a man go down on you before. 

“fuck, baby, so sensitive already?” heeseung mumbled as he pushes your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to his eyes. 

you could only moan again in response as he delves down again, his tongue against your bare pussy now. heeseung moaned as he tastes you, his eyes closing for a brief second to take in your taste. your jaw droppedas you watch him in between your legs, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth and around your lips. 

he made sure to reach every part of your pussy, letting his saliva mix with your own wetness that he’s made. 

“that’s so fucking good.” you told him, not missing the smirk on his face when he heard your words. 

heeseung then slipped a finger inside of you, instantly finding your g spot. you cried out his name, wanting to tell him to not stop, but you could tell he didn’t plan on it. his free hand finds your breast, taking the nipple in between his fingers. 

you felt overwhelmed by him in the best way. his tongue and fingers reaching every pleasure point of your body. you don’t think anyone has ever been able to find everything that makes you feel good before, even your ex boyfriend that you dated for years. 

heeseung groaned into your core, losing himself in your taste and walls as his two fingers massage your g spot in circles, “you love the way i play with your pussy, y/n?” his voice was deep when he speaks to you, and it makes you throw your head back into your pillows. 

suddenly all of the pleasure heeseung’s been giving you stopped, and before you could complain, a sharp slap hits your wet mound, the wet sound echos into your bedroom walls. “heeseung!” 

“i asked you, question.” heeseung dark eyes meet yours through your legs, “answer me or i stop.” 

your chest was heaving from the pleasure and shock, “y-yes, i love it.” 

heeseung smirked at your answer, “good girl.” before he delved back into your pussy, his fingers fucked into you at ease as his tongue switched between sucking and circling your clit. your body relaxed into the pleasure again, grabbing onto his hand that rests by your chest. 

without thinking you pulled his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them instead of letting out the moans you know you can’t control. your actions make heeseung groan against your pussy, the vibration making you suck his fingers harder. your body felt like fire as your tongue circles his fingers like his tongue circles your clit. 

your body started to move against your bed, unable to stay still from the pleasure. his fingers dropped from your mouth and landed on your thighs to keep them open. his tongue started to delve deeper into your pussy as his fingers pick up their pace. heeseung keeps groaning against you, loving the way you started to grind back onto his mouth. 

you could tell heeseung loved having his tongue and fingers in you, and that only adds to the pleasure you were feeling. loving the fact that a man (whether he’s a demon or not) actually wanted to pleasure you, something you’ve never experienced with your past, selfish partners. 

your back arched suddenly off of your bed, the pleasure becoming too much for you to hold back, “fuck, heeseung!” you cried out his name, pushing your pussy farther into his face. 

“you gonna cum, angel?” heeseung’s lips mumbled against your clit, his fingers starting to pound into you, rubbing your g spot every time. 

“y-yes! please don’t stop! please!” your begging this time was so different from how you were begging him just minutes ago. 

“cum for me, y/n. cum all over my fucking face.” heeseung encouraged you, and it was all the took for you to come undone with just a few minutes of him pleasuring you. the feeling was new to you as you had never come undone from someone’s tongue and you wished your high could last longer. a final, high pitch moan left your mouth before you were pushing heeseung away from the sensitivity. 

heeseung grunted but pulled away, licking his lips to vanish your juices off of his lips, “fuck, you taste good.” heeseung leaned down and pressed a kiss onto your lower stomach that was heaving with your chest, trying to catch your breath from the orgasm he just gave you. 

before you could speak again, heeseung’s hands were sliding under your body and flipping you around onto your hand and knees. your body still felt like mush from your orgasm so he could easily handle you. 

you heard heeseung start to unzip his pants, pulling them to reveal his cock. when you turn, wanting to catch sight of it, you gasped. his cock was long and hard. there were veins trailing up the sides that reached the red tip, oozing with precum. his girth will definitely stretch you and you wondered for a second if it’ll even fit inside of you. heeseung caught a glimpse of your concerned face, pressed a hand onto your lower back so your chest and face are against the pillows. 

“don’t worry, angel, i’ll be gentle at first.” heeseung speaks to you, massaging your ass cheeks with his hands, trying to calm you in any way that he knows. 

heeseung spits down onto your pussy, making you squeak as you felt his spit trickle down your pussy. he spits in his hand and smeared it over his cock, lubing up everything as both of you know he’s definitely the biggest you’ve ever and probably will ever take. 

heeseung gave your ass one more smack before he’s pushing his cock into your dripping pussy. your mouth dropped open as you pressed your face into your pillows, feeling your walls stretch so well around him. you were thankful for the orgasm he gave you before, because you’re sure it would’ve hurt more if you weren’t so wet and stretched from his fingers. 

once he’s fully inside he stopped, letting you take deep breaths into your pillow as you adjust to his size, “do i fill you up good, y/n?” heeseung asked, massaging the red hand print he’s left on your ass. 

“mhm,” you mumbled to him in your pillow, “so good.” 

heeseung started to fuck into you then, holding onto your waist as he thrusts from behind. you could feel his hips hit your ass every time his cock was deeply delved into your pussy. you swear you could feel him in your stomach. 

“fuck, it’s so big.” you moaned out, your hands clutching your sheets as his cock stretches you out, feeling every inch of your walls, even the parts that have never been touched before. 

heeseung aimed for your g spot everytime, the rough patch rubbing against his cock so easily. you wondered how no one has been able to find it before since heeseung has seemed to find it so instinctively. 

heeseung’s hands were molding into your ass, grabbing and massaging as he uses it to fuck into you. his own mouth was dropped open as he fucks you, leaning down to kiss your back gently, in complete contrast to how rough he’s fucking your pussy. you felt like you were being ripped open, but you could care less from how good it felt. 

heeseung reached around you, wrapping his large hands around your breasts, pulling and tweaking your nipples. you manage to sit up on your knees, pressing your back into his chest as you turned your head to look at him. his eyes that were once brown were now full on black. you could see your own fucked out reflection in them before you were grabbing his head from behind and pulling his lips onto yours. they mesh so well together and you know it should scare you, but it only leaves you wanting more and more. 

his cock was lodged so deep inside of you as he fucked up into you at the new angle. your ass was jiggling each time he slams his cock back into you. your tongues were exploring each other’s mouth, tasting each other as his hands keep roaming your body. 

at once, you were being pulled away from his lips as he pushed you back down onto the bed. your face in the pillow and your ass up, pussy still gripping onto his cock. he was grabbing your hands from the sheets and pulling them behind your back, locking them in place and using them as a new holder to fuck into you. 

heeseung started pulling his cock all the way out of you, before ramming it back in all the way. you could feel his cock hitting your cervix as you cried out his name. “oh fuck, heeseung!” 

“yeah, that feel good?” heeseung said, his voice relatively calm, “who’s pussy is this then?” 

“yours! fuck, all yours!” you replied instantly, not even thinking about anything else, drunk on the pleasure. 

heeseung kept fucking into you as he reached for the hem of his black shirt, pulling it off his head so now he’s completely bare behind you. you turned and graveled at his body. it was pale, and the moonlight seemed to make it glow. you could see sweat starting to form around his faint abs that blended in with his milky skin. his broad shoulders slink into his small waist perfectly. everything about heeseung seemed to be beautiful, and that’s so, so dangerous. 

heeseung’s suddenly pulled out of you, making you whine. he chuckled darkly as you, before he flipped you back over onto your back. instinctively you spread your legs for him, just wanting him to be back inside of you. heeseung grabbed one of your legs, putting it up on his shoulder while the other leg wraps around his waist. 

he slipped his cock back into you and you both groaned at the new angle. heeseung leaned down and pressed a deep kiss onto your lips briefly. 

“open your mouth, let me see your tongue,” he stated and you do as you were told. 

heeseung spits into your mouth, making you moan as you swallow. you wondered for a second how he knew that you were into that, but then remember that he was not just a normal man on top of you, he was an incubus, and his duty was to know every single one of your desires. the thought gets pushed away by the pleasure before you could think more of it. 

“yeah, you like that? you like being my bitch?” heeseung asked you, his black eyes, almost covered by his eyelids that were closing from his own pleasure. 

“i love it! i love it, please.” you replied truthfully. heeseung smiled devilishly at your obedience. 

heeseung stopped pounding into you, and you watched him reach over to your nightstand, your embarrassment crawled up into you as you sat up, “wait!” you speak, but it’s too late, heeseung had already pulled out your vibrator, and the devilish grin only grew on his face. 

“what?” he tilted your head as he saw the pink on your cheeks, “you don’t think i know how often you use this to pleasure yourself?” 

“i- i,” you tried to speak but were too embarrassed and watched him examine the vibrator. 

“why can’t we let it join our fun?” 

you gulped, new ideas and images of heeseung filling your mind at his suggestion, “we, we can.” 

heeseung smirked at you, and you only fall deeper into him as he turned on the vibrator. the noise filling your room as he pressed it into your clit. 

“fuck!” you cried out instantly, your pussy was still sensitive from the orgasm before. 

it only took a second more before heeseung was shoving his cock back into you, fucking into you so fucking deep as he pressed the vibrator harder and harder against your clit. your hands flied up by your head, pulling at your pillow as you take the pleasure that heeseung was giving you. 

only curses leave your mouth as your body began to rave on the pleasure. heeseung’s free hand reached down to your neck, successfully choking you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head uncontrollably. 

heeseung was biting, licking and kissing your leg that was hooked onto his shoulder, his eyes watching the pleasure take over you. you had never felt so exposed before, but you wouldn’t want anything else in that exact moment. you love the thought of heeseung just wanting to see you come undone on his cock. like it’s the only thing he’d ever want in this world. 

“yes, that’s a good girl, take my fucking cock.” heeseung grunted out to you, his grip on your neck not releasing. 

he kept pounding into your, your body began to twitch again, not being able to stay still from all the pleasure and adrenaline running through your body. 

heeseung pressed the vibrator into your clit harder, stopping his thrusts with his cock deep inside of you as he bended over and kissed you. his tongue swirling around your mouth. you can’t kiss him back properly as moans just keep falling out of your mouth. so, he sucked one of your fingers into his mouth. 

“oh my god,” you let out, watching the handsome man lick and suck around your thumb as he made deep eye contact with you, his cock seeming to hit every inch of your pussy, the veins dragging so perfectly against your wet walls. 

“no one’s ever made you feel so good before, right angel?” heeseung asked you, a smirk on his face that dropped quickly when you don’t, when you can’t answer. his hand left your waist and slapped you across your face, “answer me.” 

“no! never! only you!” you replied, liking the way the sting felt on your face. the pain just mixed with the pleasure. 

heeseung’s hand wrapped around your neck again, squeezing tight as you took his cock. suddenly you can’t take the pleasure anymore, “cum, gonna cum.” you told him. 

he released your neck and slapped your face again, slapping both of your cheeks as you started to grind down on his cock as his hips meet your own. the vibrator makes wet squelching noises as it pressed between your pussy lips and clit. 

“cum for me, angel, cum all over my cock,” heeseung nodded at you, “wanna feel how tight you get around me when you cum.” 

his words set you off again, and your body convulsed as you felt the coil in your stomach snap. all the pleasure taking over your body as you tensed and untensed your limbs, feeling the high make your body and mind melt away. you could do nothing as heeseung continued to pound into you, letting you ride out your high with his cock constantly hitting your g spot. 

“that’s it, that’s my good girl.” heeseung groaned out, your tight, wet walls affecting him just as much as he’s affecting you. there was a sense of pride in you as you come down from your high as you watched heeseung struggle to keep his own composure. 

he turned off the vibrator and threw it to the side of the bed, almost completely forgotten as he grabbed your legs and pushed them down onto your chest. heeseung was then hovering over top of you, his cock still plunged deep inside. 

“fuck,” you let out, his hands gripping the back of your thighs, “you fuck me so well.” 

“i know, angel, i told-, told you I would.” heeseung’s voice was getting breathy as he was reaching closer to his high, “want you to cum one more time for me, y/n, please.” his begging voice and eye contact made anything feel possible to you. 

heeseung’s fingers slipped down to your sensitive clit, rubbing small circles into it as his pace of his thrusts didn’t slow down. 

it only took a few more thrusts before you were hitting your third and final orgasm of the night, the most you had came before. your body felt like it was on a sensitive overdrive as heeseung fucked you through your high. your jaw dropped in a silent scream as your walls tightened around heeseung’s cock for the last time. you could hear heeseung’s groans as he was getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. 

“please cum, heeseung, please. wanna see you cum for me,” you begged him, eyes pleading as he held onto your thighs tighter. 

“fuck, fuck,” heeseung let out before he ripped his cock out of you. his hand started jerking his hard cock, slippery with your cum and juices. his eyes switched between your swollen pussy and your fucked out face. “y/n, yes!”

you could feel heeseung’s warm cum land on your lower stomach, his grunts mixed with the mentions of your name. you had never thought your name sounded pretty before, but it slipping off of his lips made it seem ethereal. 

both of your chests were breathing heavily as heeseung leaned down, meshing his lips onto yours in a messy, but almost passionate way. the passion delved in the kiss stirs something in you, scaring you when you remembered that he’s a demon you’ve accidentally summoned. 

you shoot your eyes open at the thought, sitting up in your bed, reality consuming you that you’ve just had sex with a demon. 

but when you looked around your room, feeling your lips still tingle from the kiss that was happening just a second ago, you find yourself alone. no one in your room except for you and the moonlight. 

then, an almost instantaneous need for sleep started to consume you, and even when you tried to fight it just mere seconds before you pass out, head falling back on the pillow, you fail. your body lays on your bed in a peaceful, innocent manner, so much different than how it was interacting minutes before. 

when you awake again, it’s morning, the moonlight filling your room has changed into midday sunlight. your head felt like it was pounding when you sat up, placing your hand over it for some comfort. you felt confused when you tried to piece together what’s going on. 

suddenly, painful quick images flash in your brain. images of heeseung, his mocha eyes turning black, his cold lips against yours, his hands roaming over your body. 

you rip off your blanket that has been covering you. you were wearing your pajamas and it makes you question yourself on how you went to bed. you have no memory of getting dressed or putting the blanket over top of you. or even how you wiped up heeseung’s cum off of your stomach. 

you briskly get out of bed, making your way across the hall to the bathroom. you turned on the cold water, needing some sort of relief from this awakening. you lean against the counter with your hands on your cold, wet face, soaking in the water as you try to recall more memories from the night before. trying to distinguish if it was all a nightmare or real life. 

you walk yourself through everything you could remember. it’s too detailed to just be a nightmare, but you don’t remember anything after heeseung pressed a final kiss to your lips. his lips, they were perfect, they knew everything that could make you feel good. 

then, the memory comes back. you stand up straight, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you pull your hair back, desperate to see your neck. 

and there it is, a bright, purple hickey right below your ear. 

your breath started to pick up pace as your fingers run over the bruise. fear and astonishment filling your body as you realize that everything you think happened last night, did in fact happen. 

you had sex with a demon. 

and you liked it. 

there was no doubt in your mind that it wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had. that you wouldn’t kill to have it again, to see heeseung one more time. feel his lips trail over your body, utilizing every part of his and your body to make you feel good. 

and that thought terrified you. 

there was no way you were craving sex with a demon, wishing that you could see him again. you sounded crazy. 

so you told yourself that it was all a trick, and that after this exact moment you would never think of the demon with the cherry lips and soft black hair again. it was over and done with as what happened was part of his ‘duties’ or whatever. it meant nothing and never will, heeseung the incubus was out of your life for good. 

it didn’t take long for heeseung to start corrupting your dreams, blurring the line of what a dream and a nightmare is. in the depths of the night, your slumber was disturbed by images. 

always finding yourself in a desolate dreamscape that you wander through, listening to whispers of your name in the air. the voices draw you towards a figure standing in the shadows. the closer you get, the more you could realize that it was heeseung, his presence both captivating and terrifying. 

you could feel fear clenching your heart, your instincts wanting you to flee. yet, a part of you secretly relishes these dreams, these encounters with the enigmatic demon who holds a power over you whether he knows or not. 

in the nightmare, heeseung steps forward, his eyes gleaming with his charm. “angel,” he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that you remember it has. “you’re mine, right?” 

conflicting emotions surge within you. you know you should be frightened by him, to resist his demonic presence. but a part of you craved his attention, relish in the intrigue and danger that pulsed through your veins. 

as he moves closer in the nightmare, reaching out and placing his cold hands on your bare arms, it sends electric currents surging through your body. making you feel a sort of high heeseung has only ever been able to give you. 

despite the initial fear of your nightmares, your secret longing intensified the more you dreamt of him. it was a twisted dance between fear and desire. you yearned for the darkness that consumed your dreams, drawn to heeseung like a moth to a flame. 

you started seeing flashes of what could only be heeseung during the day when you were awake. seeing him in the reflection of the window when you were washing dishes, only to turn around and to find no one. 

when you went out to a cafe with mary, you swore you saw heeseung standing across the street through the cafe’s window, but he was gone when you turned your head completely to look at him. 

finally, feeling insane from seeing him in your dreams and while you were awake, you had enough. you needed to talk to heeseung. you needed to see him for more than a second again. 

knowing the only way you reached him before was thrown on a dusty box in the attack, you started to march your way to the attic, just wanting peace from this hellish reality you’ve been living in for weeks. 

as soon as your hand was about to turn the copper door knob on the faded floral door, you heard his voice behind you. “and what do you think you’re doing?”

you squeak and turned around, facing the demon you were looking for, “i wanted to talk to you, again.”

heeseung scoffed from his position of leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, “right, but you and a ouija board don’t go so good together- especially since you summoned me last time,” heeseung started to walk closer to you, “who knows who you could’ve summoned this time.” 

you gulped as you stared up at the demon who had been in your dreams for the past month, “well, i didn’t know how else to contact you! you- you keep showing up in my dreams and i know, i’ve seen you.” 

“y/n,” heeseung glanced into your eyes, and you saw his hand start to move by his side but ultimately stopped and dropped back, “you can’t contact me again, that’s part of the whole incubus thing. we should never speak again.” 

“w-what? but what about my dreams and i saw y-!” heeseung’s finger pressed against your lips, stopping you with a quick “shh!”. 

“those should stay between us, i shouldn’t be doing those things. i could get in serious trouble.” 

heeseung’s eyes were serious as you look into them, trying to get every detail to truly remember them in their mocha form. his finger dropped from your lips and hesitantly puts his hand back to his side, like he wanted to touch you but he can’t. 

“then why were you doing those things?” 

heeseung shrugged as he scanned your confused and frustrated face, “i don’t know. i shouldn’t have though. i won’t anymore.” 

you scoffed, not being able to comprehend the turn of events, “so, this will be the last time i see you?” heeseung’s lips fell into a frown and his eyes hold sadness with your question. you take his expression as the answer you didn’t want to hear and looked away from him, to the floor. 

“i’m sorry, angel.” heeseung’s whispered words reached your ear as he steps closer to you, only an inch away from your face. his hand reached up to grab your chin, pulling your face so you looked at him instead of the oak floor. your eyes have nowhere to look except for him. you take in every detail of his face, his moles by his lips– the one on his forehead that you catch a glimpse of through his bangs, his thin nose that you just want to kiss. 

“this’ll be it.” are his last words before he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. you stood on your toes to kiss him back, wanting him to feel all your emotions in the kiss. the kiss felt like a collision of souls, a culmination of desires that transcended into his and your realm. 

your hands leave from your sides to wrap around his neck, but they ultimately fall back down to your body. you open your eyes and that’s when you see heeseung was no longer in front of you, his lips have left yours, his final, lingering touch. 

you stood alone in your hallway now, your heart heavy. you knew this connection with heeseung could’ve ended with a heartbreak, but you wish it would’ve lasted longer. you wish you could’ve talked to him more before the final kiss. 

with tears streaming down your face, you whispered a final goodbye to him before going to bed, hoping and wishing that he would visit your dreams again. 

there were no more dreams of heeseung. no more sightings of him. just, nothing. 

it made you question if he was even real and wasn’t some part of your imagination. 

the more you questioned yourself and heeseung’s intentions, the more you could feel yourself grow into the dark pit your mind had made for you. your inner self was battling too many fights at once that your physical self felt weak and tired. everyday went by at the same slow pace with the same boring routine. each day seems to fade into one, unable to tell the difference between them as you fight the internal battle you’ve created for yourself. 

on one side, you knew that heeseung was dangerous. just a few months ago you didn’t even think demons were real. but now that you were aware, you should know all of the scary movies and stories and myths you had heard about them were real. you knew that heeseung had a power that could harm people. the thought of him hurting someone jabbed at your heart and made you feel ill. 

on the other side you felt a strong connection to him. the way he was gentle with you and watched over you even though he knew he shouldn’t have. it lets you know that he must also feel the same connection that you do. he’s alluring and different and makes you feel like you’re special. no one has ever been able to make you feel as good as him. 

so now that he’s gone, you struggle to really know your worth all because of a demon. 

at work, mary seemed to notice you were struggling, well everyone could tell. but your friend confronted you one evening as you were leaving work. “hey, y/n!” 

you turned at the voice of your friend, watching her chase after you in your work building. you hold the door for her and watch as her smiling face approaches you. usually you would be happy to see your friend, but you’re just so exhausted that you struggle to smile back at her. 

“you going home now?” mary asked once she’s reached you. 

“yeah,” you replied, starting walk outside now with mary beside you. 

“right, well can we talk for a second?” 

you stop and nod at your friend, wanting her to continue. 

“y/n, i’ve noticed a change in you. you seem, i don’t know, depressed. you can tell me what’s going on.” 

you tense at her words, not knowing what to say. “nothing’s wrong, mary. thanks though.” you turned away from her, hoping to get to your car quickly. 

“wait, y/n!” mary’s arm grabbedyou to turn you around. “please, i know something’s wrong. you haven’t been the same since you moved into that house.” 

you hesitated, torn between keeping your secret and the need to confide in someone. finally, you spoke in a hush tone incase someone walked by, “mary, remember heeseung, that demon we spoke to on the ouija board.” 

“yeah…” mary’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. 

“well, we accidentally summoned him, so now he’s, he’s visited me in my dreams. i hear him whispering and i see him. we’ve, spoken before.”

mary’s eyes widened with shock and concern, her voice filled with urgency, “what do you mean you’ve spoken?”

you shrugged, not wanting to tell her that you’ve had sex with him, “not much, and i can’t seem to resist him. but, he’s gone now.” 

“what do you mean ‘gone’?” 

‘he said that he shouldn’t still be in contact with me, and that it’s no good, so he’s left.” 

mary grabbed onto your shoulders so you could only look at her. “listen to me y/n, you have to fight this. whatever going on with you now. heeseung is manipulating you. he’s a demon! you must break free from him, from this, whatever you have with him!” 

but even as your friend warned you and told you the same things you’ve told yourself, your heart raced with longing for heeseung. you yearned to see him and talk to him at least one more time. heeseung was just too strong to resist. 

“i, i can’t mar,” you admitted. “there’s just, something about him. i know it’s wrong, but i can’t help myself.” 

mar tried to hide the disgust that was filling up with her when a genuine smile spread across your face for the first time in weeks, and it was because of a demon. an evil demon that she thought was only doing harm to her friend. 

as mary reached out to hold your trembling hands she spoke, “y/n, this isn’t good for you. maybe you should stay at my house, and get away from him.”

“no!” you ripped your hands out of your best friends, “i don’t want to! i don’t want to do any of that. heeseung, he. he’s different.” 

“he’s a demon!” 

you scoff, “you don’t think i know that? i’m connected to him! more connected than i’ve been to anyone. he understands me. and you’ll never understand that.” 

“right, i’ll never understand how my friend turned out to be such a freak! you need help!” 

you jaw droppedat your friend’s words, pure anger and guilt taking over you, “yeah fuck you, mary! you’re the one that wanted to play the ouija board in the first place! so it’s your fault!” your words snap at her and you see her face fall at them before you turned on your heel and beeline it to your car. not looking back as you pull out onto the street, ready to go home. 

that was the last time you went to work or saw mary. 

your days from then on consisted of laying in bed and sleeping. it felt like there was a part of you that was being torn apart and you didn’t know how to fix it besides having heeseung next to you. you were sure nothing or no one else could complete you again. 

your eyes felt soulless and your cheeks were stained with tears. after you lost count of how many days you layed in bed you seemed to have lost the reason why you were even crying. 

heeseung wasn’t coming back. and that should be good, all he does is bring darkness around him. but then the thought of never seeing him again made you feel worse. 

your body began to subtly shake as you began to cried quietly. your pillow being drenched in tears again before you fell asleep once again. the mid afternoon and tears lulling you to sleep so quickly, but the last conscious thought on your mind was of heeseung, yet again. 

since heeseung left, you’ve had no dreams of him, but this time, you could feel him creeping around your mind. you were calling out to him in the woods that weren’t recognizable to you, begging him to step forward because you knew he was there. the forest was dark and every tree looked the same. 

suddenly, a light was glowing behind a tree, so bright that it was almost blinding. you knew you should go towards it, having no fear in the dark forest now because of this light. 

your hand reached out and touched the dark oak as you peer around it. there, surrounded by the bright light, like it was his aura, was heeseung, leaning against the other side of the tree with his pretty smirk on his face that you missed so much. 

his name sounded foreign on your tongue when you said his name, and when he speaks back you realized you almost forgot what his voice sounded like completely. you were telling him how much you miss him, and then he’s pinning you up against the tree so you can’t move, his lips dangerously close to yours as he tells you he missed you, too. 

just when your lips were about to touch, you jolted awake in your bed. 

your room was pitch black now that it was midnight. your chest was heaving from the intense dream you were just having. you turned around to grab the glass of water on your bedside, bringing it to your lips just as you heard his voice– and you think you were dreaming again. 

“i didn’t even have to infiltrate your brain that time– that dream was all yours.” 

you drop the glass out of your hand, hearing it smash against your floor as you turned around again in bed, your legs coming up to your chest as you looked at your window. 

there, leaning against your window sill like he was against the tree in your dream– is heeseung. 

nothing about him was different from the last time you saw him. his hair, his eyes, and his cherry lips were the exact same. though, he’s wearing a plain t shirt with his black pants this time. he lookedalmost innocent in the moonlight that’s radiating off of his pale skin, but you know it’s the last thing he is. 

“heeseung!” your voice was hoarse when it comes out– it being the first time you’ve spoken in weeks. “wha- what’re you doing here?” 

heeseung chuckles as he pushes himself off the sill, “what? you don’t want me here?” 

“no! i do!” you speak quickly, sitting up on your knees to look at him better. he’s standing on the side of your bed, right in front of you on your knees. 

“i know,” he nodded, “ and i shouldn’t be here, but i saw you dreaming about me so i just had to come.” 

your hand jutted out and grabbed his wrist that’s dangling at his side, “please, stay, just a bit longer. i missed you.” 

you see heeseung’s eyes fill with hesitation as he looked down at you. your hand droppedfrom his wrist as he moves his hand up to your face and grabbeda hold of your jaw. his thumb started to gently trace over your bottom lip. 

“i missed you, too, angel.” his nickname for you falls easily off his lips as he speaks, and it makes you want to close your eyes to take in the moment but don’t just in case when you open them again he’ll be gone. “it’s late though, you should be sleeping.” 

“no, heeseung! please, i don’t need to sleep. just stay.” 

heeseung tsked but nodded to your pillow behind you, “let’s lay down, then.” 

you fell back into your bed, watching as heeseung lifted your blanket and crawled in beside you. you were laying on your back as he was laying on his side facing you. he reached up and pushed your hair behind your ear so he could look at you better. 

“i really missed you,” you toldhim with sorrow in your eyes. 

“i know, and it upset me to see you that way everyday– you were just so– so sad,” he responds, you feel his hand slip under the sheets to meet your hand, linking your fingers together. 

“i just, can’t forget how you made me feel. i’m so happy when i’m with you,” 

heeseung’s hand went limp in yours at your words, “you shouldn’t feel that way with me, y/n– you know what i am,” heeseung own eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt as he looked at you. your room stayed silent as you take in his words, hearing from him what you’ve been telling yourself the entire time. “but, you’ve changed me forever. you’ve shown me that even in this demon form i still have feelings.” 

your gazes locked, in that moment both of you realized that you were both trapped in a blessing and curse. a force that defied the rules of the mortal and death realm. but, despite the risks, both of you couldn’t deny your feelings for each other. 

“so then stay with me, at least just for tonight.” you suggested, hoping and praying that he said yes. 

heeseung nodded, the weight of your choices on both of your shoulders, “of course.” 

with a tender smile, heeseung leaned in, making your lips meet each other in a soft lingering kiss. he pulled away for a moment, taking in your reaction, which is full of longing and neediness, that he leaned in again, longer this time. 

instantly, you feel in a big burst just how much you need him. and he could sense it too. you feel him smile into the kiss, almost teasing you about your desperate need for him. 

“you want me, y/n?” he mumbled into your lips, not wanting to pull away. you whimper a yes into his mouth, his tongue exploring yours as they mesh together in a more feverish kiss. “‘m gonna make you feel good, angel.” he pressed a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. “why don’t you take your shorts off for me?” 

“okay,” you whispered to him. you lay your head further into your pillow as you reach down, untie and then slip off your short– just what heeseung had asked you to do. 

heeseung didn’t hesitate to place his hand on your pussy, the part that he didn’t know he’s been missing so much until now. his two fingers started to find your clit, rubbing circles around it. it was a light pressure at first but it already started to feel so good since it was heeseung there with you. his mocha eyes had already turned full black when you looked up at him again, his gaze on you intent as he watched you respond to his touch. 

your back started to arch when heeseung picked up his fingers’ pace and pressure. he leaned on his side, holding himself up on his arm as he watched you with a smirk on his face. you were about to tell him to go faster when he suddenly pushed his fingers inside of you, making you gasp out. 

“hee– please,” the nickname falling from your lips sent a shiver down his spine, not having heard that name since he was a mortal. 

heeseung’s fingers were so much longer than your own, him being able to reach places no one has before. your wet walls took him in so well that it was hard for him to move his fingers. 

“tell me how good you’re feeling,” heeseung practically whispered into your ear. 

“feels so good, heeseung, please don’t stop.” you begged him, his fingers slowing down their pace for a second so you could respond to him. 

“who’s making you feel so good,” heeseung’s voice was stern, “tell me.” 

“y-you, heeseung. only you can make me feel so good.” 

heeseung chickles at your obedience, “that’s my good angel.” 

heeseung didn’t hesitate to then curl his digits, immediately brushing your g-spot, making your toes curl in from the pleasure. you could feel the tension building in your body– growing in your stomach. heeseung loved watching you begin to unfold just from his fingers, but it scared him that he liked it so much. 

heeseung had made multiple women feel good in his time as a mortal and as a demon, but he’s never truly cared to make them feel good except for you. with you, he only wants you to feel good again and again and again. 

as the pleasure continued, your brain stopped functioning properly, only being able to focus on heeseung and his actions. you were so close to your high that you felt like you could climax at any moment. 

heeseung bent his head down and kissed your clit, making your hips arch into his face, causing him to chuckle into your wet folds, “so close are we? feel like you can cum?” 

you whimper a yes, “s-so close, please hee.” you just kept begging him tonight. not wanting him out of your reach ever again. 

heeseung’s tongue wrapped around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. a loud gasp escaped your lips as your hand fell down into his black hair, pulling on it for support. heeseung only continued to finger fuck you and suck your clit. his tongue seemingly hitting everywhere that made you feel good. 

“right there! please! right there!” you cried out to him, your eyes threatening to shut. 

“cum on my fingers, y/n, cum all over like the good angel i know you are.” heeseung’s words were muffled in your wet pussy. your thighs were closing around his hand. the pleasure from his fingers, tongue and words becoming too much for you. 

a final wave of pleasure pushed you over the edge, making your body tense and numb as you rocked out your high. your whiny moans and calls of heeseung’s name were the only sounds in the room as heeseung let you ride out your high on his tongue. 

when your body finally came down and crashed back down onto your bed you sighed, feeling too weak and happy o push heeseung away from you. he placed a final kiss on your clit and gently pulled his soaked fingers out of you before popping them into his mouth. 

you were about to protest before he was humming around them and speaking, “god, you taste so good, i don’t know how i could ever leave you.” you placed your hands over your face, too embarrassed at his statement to look at him. “stop, lemme see your face– i missed it so much.” heeseung pulled your hands away from your face. 

“i missed you a lot, too, hee.” you toldhim seriously again. having no idea that heeseung’s spine shivered at the nickname once more. 

heeseung pulled the blanket over you both, laying down beside you again. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his cold chest. you didn’t mind his lack of body warmth, finding it easier to fall asleep on in your hot bedroom. your fingers interlocked with his as your bodies suctioned together, neither one of you wanting the other to go. 

“go to sleep now, angel.” heeseung whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss onto your head. 

“i don’t want to.” you toldhim honestly, scared that when you wake up he won’t be here. 

“y/n, go to sleep. i promise you i’ll be here when you wake up.” 

“promise?” 

“i promise. there’s nowhere else i’d wanna be.” 

a soft smile spreads on your face as you nestle into his chest, eyes finally closing. you felt his chest rise and fall with every breath he took, even though there was no sound of a heartbeat coming from it. 

but as heeseung’s fingers caressed your hair, you allowed yourself to let go of the worries that plagued you. in his embrace you found solace, a refuge from the chaotic reality that awaited you outside of this moment, outside of this house. 

your bedroom, in that serene moment, the world slumbered around you two. you finally surrendered to the peace that eluded you for so long. with your heart steadily beating and breaths slowing, you drifted off into a deep slumber. you know that within the confines of this shared embrace, you would find strength to face whatever the future held, united with heeseung that seemed to defy all odds.

when you awakened to the gentle rays of dawn, your eyes fluttered open, instantly shifting to the space beside you. you felt your heart skip a beat when you see that heeseung was still there, his presence warm and comforting against his cold skin. 

heeseung was already awake, glancing down at you softly as you fully wake up. 

“you’re still here,” you whispered, your voice mixed with surprise and relief. 

heeseung’s lips form a tender smile as he speaks, “of course. i’ve been watching you sleep.” he confesses, his words carrying a sense of vulnerability. 

a red blush colours your cheeks as you sit up beside him. “and i slept so peacefully. it’s been awhile since i’ve slept this good.” 

heeseung’s eyes change with your words to ones of regret, “i know you’ve been so sad,” remorse fills his words, “it feels like all i can do to bring sorrow or fleeting pleasure to people.” 

you shook your head, your eyes sincere as you reach out to touch his cheek gently, “you make me happy, hee. just having you here for more than an hour means more than you’ll ever know.” 

a graceful smile joins heeseung’s lips, hopefulness in his eyes, “i promise, y/n. i’ll stay by your side forever.” 

with his words you realize how isolated and alone you have been feeling with your struggles. but now, with heeseung by your side, you felt like you could do anything in this sanctuary with him. even if he was surrounded with darkness that threatens to consume you. 

you quickly push the last thought away, leaning in to brush your lips against his in a gentle, soft kiss. a kiss that both of you find a sense of belonging in. the promise of his presence and unwavering devotion filled your core with happiness. 

one evening, as halloween approached, you two found yourselves cozying up on the couch, spending the entire day showing heeseung some popular horror movies. it had been weeks of living in isolation with heeseung, the flickering glow of the screen filled up the living room you’ve been spending the most time in. your fingers were intertwined with his as you both were watching ‘Paranormal Activity’. 

heeseung let out an amused huff from beside you as another jumpscare happened on the screen. “i still don’t understand how people can find these movies scary.” he states in bewilderment. 

you chuckle softly, putting your head on his shoulder as you do. “well it’s a way to feel scared without any real consequences. like you aren’t actually getting chased by a ghost woman.” 

heeseungs laugh fills the room, the tension of your unique situation momentarily forgotten as you absorb the movie. when the credits started to fill the tv, the room fell into a comfortable silence, and your fingers continued to trace random, gentle patterns onto heeseung’s thigh. 

“can i ask you something, hee?” you askedhim as he started to find another horror movie to laugh at. 

“mhm,” he mumbled a yes, eyes trained on the tv. 

you took a deep breath, your fingers stilling on his thigh. “how did you become a demon?” 

the question hung in the air, and for a moment you thought he hadn’t heard you. but heeseung slowly put down the remote he was holding and looked over to you. his eyes held a hint of melancholy, as if your question had flashed multiple memories through his mind all at once. 

“it’s nothing special of a story, really.” he shrugged and sits back into the couch, attention only on you now. 

“okay, but i want to hear it.” you told him and he rolls his eyes playfully, “please.” you whine only for him to laugh. 

“fine, but really, it’s nothing special, i was selfish, i let my desires control me– which made me hurt the people that i cared for. i betrayed their trust, and let my own pleasure overshadow everything else.” 

“like what?” 

heeseung sighs, “i use to be a musician, and i was in a band.” 

“a band?” you exclaim in excitement. 

“yes, and we were somewhat popular. a couple of people came to our gigs. mostly women.” you elbow him and he chuckles but continues, “it’s funny, but i’m serious. i used a lot of the women that came to our shows for sex, and then i wouldn’t talk to them again. i didn’t care if they had boyfriends or husbands or girlfriends or– whatever– because i knew i’d be gone the next day to another city.” 

“okay, but i don’t know how that would make you a demon, a lot of men are fuck boys.” you interject with confusion. 

heeseung hesitated, “well, i had a friend– he was my best friend– jake. he played guitar in our band. and he had this girlfriend– and i- i don’t know.” 

you place your hand ontop of his, “it’s okay heeseung, you can tell me. please.” 

heeseung sighedagain, but continues, “i was drunk or high a lot and one night, after a show, her and i were in my dressing room, and we– we hooked up.” you take in a sharp inhale at his words, “and jake, he walked in.” 

“what did you do then?” 

“i- i wanted to chase after him, but minjeong– his girlfriend– told me to stay and that she’d talk to him. and then i didn’t hear anything from them until the next morning and, and–” heeseung sits up, putting his head in his cold hands. 

“and what?” you askedhim, your hand instinctively coming to rest on his back. 

“they told me– the cops told me, that jake had died in a car crash. he was speeding and he was drunk and he died.” 

“i’m so sorry, heeseung i-.” 

“no, don’t be.” heeseung sits up and lookedat you, your hand falling from his body. “i don’t deserve to have any sympathy. he’s dead because of me.” 

“no, he died because he was speeding and drunk.” 

“yeah because he caught me with minjeong. god– and he loved her so much. i don’t know why i did it.” 

“well you said it yourself, you were high or drunk. it’s not completely your fault. minjeong also was a part of it.” 

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heeseung sighs, his eyes closing as he placing his hand over his eyes, “yeah and thats why she took her own life.” 

a small gasp left your mouth. 

heeseung lookedat you with remorse in his eyes, “i’m sorry, maybe i shouldn’t have told you this.” 

“no,” you sit back into the couch’s arm rest, “it’s alright. i just wasn’t expecting it.” 

heeseung scoffs, “well you don’t become a demon for no little accident, angel.” 

the room feel hoarse and dry as you take in what heeseung has told you. you know he’s a demon, and he’s done awful things. but you just could never imagine the heeseung that you know to cause such awful things to happen to others. 

“so,” your voice was small when it comes out, “how did you die?” 

heeseung cracks a sinister smile in the corner of his mouth, “an overdose. a month after jake passed.”

“oh my god,” your hand covers your mouth. 

“it was an accident. i just needed something to cope with the loss of them both– and the guilt.” 

 “i’m so, so sorry, hee.” 

“no!” heeseung turns to you, almost anger in his eyes as he speaks, “i told you. dont feel sorry for me. i don’t deserve it. jake and minjeong didn’t deserve what i did. and i can’t make up for it– but maybe being a demon– sent to hell for eternity can somehow make up for at least 1 percent of it.” 

you swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the self-rage in his eyes, “heeseung,” you began, moving towards him on the couch so you were next to him, holding his hand. somehow in his story you two had separated. “i know that what you’ve done in your past has caused a lot of pain, and guilt. but you’re not alone with this anymore. you have me, and i believe that someone– anyone can change and have redemption.” 

heeseung’s eyes changed from anger to gratitude and disbelief, “you don’t hate me for what i’ve done?” 

you shook your head no, your heart aching for the demon that you love. “no, hee. i can see that you feel so guilty, and have remorse. we all make mistakes. it’s important that you grow from them, even if it is in an unwanted location.” 

heeseung lets out a heavy sigh and finally gives in to your touch. “i’ve carried this burden with me for so long. not a day goes by that i don’t think of them, and how if i had the chance, i would take it all back. i would bring them back to life in an instant.” 

you give him a kiss on the cheek, “we all deserve a chance to change and to heal. i believe in you heeseung– im sure not all demons are as loving and guilt ridden as you. i’m here for you.”

heeseung’s eyes soften as he lookedat you. his expression filled with love and relief. he nodded to the couch cushion behind you, wanting you to lay down with him. you do so with no hesitation. your face pressed into his chest, breathing in his scent. 

the last words you hear before you fall asleep, wrapped together with heeseung on your couch are,

“you’ll always be an angel.” 

the weeks had started to stretch into months, and the isolation, the secrecy and the shadowy nature of your relationship with heeseung was beginning to take it’s toll. the love you shared was undeniable, but it was also tangled in such darkness. 

your phone calls with your parents, once filled with excitement, had turned into strained conversations. it seemed like every time the phone rang with their caller id, you found yourself rolling your eyes and snapping at them once you answered. soon, the phone calls stopped happening. 

your dreams and aspirations, once a beacon of light for yourself, now seemed like distant fantasies that you could never reach. that you never wanted to reach. you found yourself becoming increasingly negative about everything except for your relationship with heeseung. 

after the last phone call from your parents, heeseung’s concern became palpable. he had been watching your calls with your parents overtime, and had seen how dark and mean they had become. his gaze continuously filled with more and more worry. bitterness seemed to have filled you everytime you spoke to your parents, your friends or about your future or interests. 

one day, heeseung had caught you staring at the picture of your parents sitting on the window sill in the living room. your eyes were glazed over, but he could tell you were hurting and confused. heeseung prepared himself before walking over to you. his touch gentle as he brushed your hair behind your ear. his cold heart tinged as he watched a beautiful smile spread across your face. the smile he only ever sees when you were talking to him. 

“y/n, i need to talk to you.” 

“sure, about what?” your smile never left your face as you looked at him so lovingly in the eyes. 

heeseung sighed before he speaks, “i’ve noticed your anger, your negativity– you’ve not been who you truly are, for a while now.” 

your smile dropped at his words, “what’re you talking about?” 

“i’m talking about, how you apparently hate your parents now, and how you don’t want to go to work, or hang out with friends. you just want to stay in this house.” 

“well of course i want to stay in this house, “ your hand jutted out and grabbed his arm, “that’s where you are. where you and i can be together.” 

heeseung suddenly wants to shake you and hope that it’s enough to wake you up from whatever trance you’ve been in for weeks. but he knows that’s not the solution. 

“y/n, angel,” he sits you back down on the couch with him. “i knew this would happen, but i hoped it wouldn’t. but it has.”

“what’s happened?” you asked him confused, feeling your heart pick up its pace at his seriousness. 

“when a human interacts with a demon or spirit for too long, it starts to affect them, change them in a way.” you pout as you looked up at him, trying to understand what he’s saying. “i’ve changed you, y/n. i’ve turned you into someone you’re not.”

“no you haven’t!” you argued, ripping your arms away from his grasp. 

heeseung sighs, “c’mon angel. you know that you’ve never been such a bitter, negative person. that’s not you! you’re sweet, and kind, and- and an angel!” 

heeseungs words seem to break a small bit of ignorance in your brain. tears start brimming your eyes as you looked at him. “i- i don’t know whats happening to me, heeseung. i can’t control it. i feel lost.” 

heeseung’s expression turned to pained as he took your hands into his. “y/n, our love is special, but there’s darkness. i’m the darkness. you deserve a life full of light, hope and true love. i’m afraid that i’ve been dragging you down into my shadows, losing you.” 

your heart ached at his words, realization setting in. “what do we do, hee? how can we stop it?” 

heeseung looked into your eyes, hesitation and regret covering his face before he speaks, “well, there’s two choice, angel. it’s not an easy one, but it’ll make you feel better.” 

you nodded, “tell me, heeseung. i’ll do whatever it takes.” 

his voice was soft and filled with anguish when he speaks again, “you either come with me to the dark world, where our love can exist with no secrecy, or i leave, and eventually your goodness, your light, yourself, will return.” 

your tears started to spill down your cheeks as the gravity of his words sunk in, but you knew what you wanted to do. “i choose you. i’ll come with you.” 

but heeseung shook his head, “i won’t let you make that sacrifice, y/n. you deserve a life filled with great things. i can see it ahead of you– i always have been. and i won’t be the one to extinguish your light and life.” 

“no! i can’t imagine being without you, heeseung.” 

heeseung gripped your hands tighter in his, “i know it feels like that now, but i promise you, you’ll feel so much better without me. you’ll feel love from everyone that cares about you. your family, your friends– the life and people you have in the future.” 

“hee, please.” 

“i can see your children, y/n. your daughter looks so much like you.” 

you burst into tears at his words, your body falling forwards onto his. “heeseung, i- i can’t.” 

“you can. and you will. i’m sorry for the pain i’ve caused you. i didn’t want this to happen, but i’m so selfish.”

you take his face into your hands, examining every part of his face, scared that it’ll be the last time you see him, “you aren’t selfish heeseung. you’ve showed me what real love is like– real love is when you love someone no matter their mistakes, you love someone even when others tell you not to. i’m so grateful for you, i can’t let you go.” tears started to fill heeseung’s eyes as well, your warm hands on his cold skin making his dead heart ache. “please, don’t leave, heeseung.” 

his voicewasraspy when he speaks, “i have to, angel.” 

you shook your head, not wanting to believe it, but knowing deep down it has to happen. you have to get back to your old self. you could not live in isolation with a man who’s not alive anymore. “then please, stay one more night.” 

heeseung bit his lip, knowing he shouldn’t, but also knowing he could never say no to you. “okay, angel. i will.” 

you instantly press your lips to his. the ever so familiarity of them engulfs both of you. 

“i love you.” you told him sincerely. 

“i love you, too angel.” his breath fanned over your lips before he’s grabbing the back of your neck with his palm lightly, pulling you closer to him. his tongue entered your mouth, wanting to taste everything from you for what he knows will be the last time. 

your hands started to slip down his chest to his black jeans. his own cold hands were keeping your lips locked with his. he ignored your attempts at undoing his jeans by pushing back onto the couch, your lips and tongues still meshing together. 

heeseung talented hands pushed aside your shorts and panties, finding your clit so easily now after months spent together. you moaned into his mouth, his fingers adding just the right amount of pressure. 

suddenly, heeseung pulled away from your lips. your chests were heaving from the lack of oxygen. he pressed a final, quick kiss to your lips before he delves into your pussy. his fingers keeping your shorts and panties pushed to the side. your juices coat his lower half of his face. his eyes closing as he tastes you, wanting to remember the way the sweetness tingles on his tongue. 

two of his fingers slip inside of you, heading straight for your gspot. a gasp of his name left your mouth, and your hand shot to tangle with his soft, black hair. 

“you’re so good for me angel, always taste so good.” he mumbled into your wet lips. the vibration of his words rumble through your body and straight back down to your core. your hips found it hard to stay still as heeseung’s implementing pleasure continues through your body. your mind started to become hazy the faster your high approached. 

“i’m gonna cum, hee, please, please let me,” you begged him out of habit. 

“yes angel, do it for me, let me taste you cum one last time.” 

you reached your high with a heavy heart, but pleasure still coursing through your veins as you wanted more of him. you whimper at the loss of contact as he pulled away from your core. only for you to be flipped over onto your stomach. you feel his hands started to pull down your shorts and panties before he discarded them across the living room. 

“wanna fuck you from the back, know you love it when i do.” heeseung’s voice spoke, his hands coming down to roughly grab your ass. 

“please, sir, want it so bad.” 

his hand slapped down on your ass cheek hard, causing your body to rock forward into the couch arm rest. a cry escaped your lips but the pleasure from the slap rippled right down to your gaping core. 

“that’s my good girl, beg for this cock.” 

“i want your cock deep inside of me, wanna feel it touch my cervix, please sir.” 

you heard heeseung’s dark chuckle before he slapped your ass once more as he slipped his hard cock into your wet core. he slipped in so easily and filled you right up. “fuck,” he groaned once he’s balls deep, “like this pussy was made for me.” 

you whimper at his words, agreeing with him. 

heeseung’s thrusts started out quick and rough, just how you know you both like it. just like how you both know no one else will be able to make each of you feel this good ever again. you know only heeseung could make you feel this high with just his cock. 

your nails started to dig into the couch cushion underneath you as heeseung’s thrusts started to get sloppier. your orgasms starting to ignite from the pleasure. grunts, curses and whimpers of each other’s names fill the living room as you both cum at the same time. 

your breaths were heavy as heeseung’s sweaty core lays ontop of your back, still wanting to be as close as you as possible before he could never be again. he pressed a kiss into your temple before he slowly pulled out, wincing at your soft whimpers from the overstimulation. 

your breaths were steady when you felt something warm and wet start to clean inbetween your thighs. you look and see heeseung fully dressed, wiping the mess you had both made in between your thighs with a cloth. you watched him as he so carefully gets every sticky substance off of you, before he pressed a soft, delicate kiss onto your bare thigh.

when he was done, he placed the cloth on the coffee table and sighed as he meets your eyes and offered you his hand, “come, let’s get you into some clean clothes.” 

it was silent between the two of you as heeseung picked out some grey sweatpants and a sweater for you to wear. when you dressed, he layed you down into your bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and tucked you in. you couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face, and you didn’t mention the tears threatening to leave heeseung’s eyes as he sat on your bed, looking down at you for the last time. 

“i love you, y/n.” heeseung spoke quietly, as if anyone could hear him. 

“i love you, too, hee.”

heeseung’s hand reached out and brushed a fallen piece of hair behind your ear, “you know you’ll always be my angel, right?” 

a sad, whimper of a yes escaped your mouth, then heeseung leaned down, pressing his lips into yours. your eyes closed, wanting to take in his presence as much as you could, so you could remember everything in perfect detail. 

you’re about to object to him leaving, but when you open your eyes, heeseung was gone. 

you sit up in your bed on your elbows, looking around your room frantically. tears were blurring your vision as you tried to find his silhouette in the shadows. but you know it’s no use. heeseung is gone, and you will never see him again. 

the days after heeseung left were agnoizingly slow. each moment weighed down by a sense of loss and regret. you wish you could’ve went with him. but the other part of you knows that this was for the best. but his absence felt like a gaping void that seemed like it would never be filled or satisfied. the sunrises no longer held the same excitement for the day ahead of you spent with him, and the nights were now filled with loneliness instead of your shared laughter. 

but as the weeks passed, a subtle shift occurred. a shift so subtle that you didn’t realize it had happened until weeks after. the painful hole in your heart started to fill with light that you thought you had lost forever. the world, once shrouded in comfortable, dark shadows, started to regain it’s bright, welcoming colours. 

you called your parents. 

you dialed their number with a sense of hope, knowing that your past conversations had been filled with anger and resentment. but as your mothers voice greeted you on the other end of the line, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. tears started streaming down yoru face as you began to apologize. 

your parents’ voices were filled with love and understanding. they forgave you, and for the first time in a long while, you felt the warmth that came with love and care. it was the first step of healing for you. the first step to rediscovering your brightness that life could offer you. 

you began to rebuild your life. working towards finding a journalism job, fixing your relationship with yoru parents, and resetting goals you had lost for months. 

you reached out to mary, wanted to make amends for how distant and unkind you were to her. you met at your favourite cafe, the familiar scent of coffee and baked goods creating a comforting atmosphere for your nerves. 

mary looked at you with curiosity and concern as she sat down in front of you. you took a deep breath as you both said hello. your voice already filled with sincerity and apologetic. 

“i’m so sorry, mary. for the way i’ve acted and how we ended it. i shouldn’t have pushed you away or treated you so poorly. i know you were just trying to help me– and you know, you mean the world to me. so i hope you can forgive me. if not now, then in the future.”

mary’s eyes softened instantly, and offered you a forgiving smile. “of course, i forgive you. it was kinda my fault you met heeseung in the first place.” 

his name makes your heart ache, “what do you mean?” 

“i’m the one who wanted to use the oujia board remember.” 

a smile cracks on your lips, “right, i guess so.” mary laughed for a second, before her eyes widened suddenly. 

“so what did ever happen with him? is he, gone?” 

you gulpped before you speak, “it’s a long story, but yes, he’s gone.” 

mary nodded in understanding, “so what’re you going to do now?” 

your shoulders perk up at her question, “well i’m almost done selling the house– and i’ve got a job in new york at a newspaper reporting job.” 

mary’s eyes expand in surprise, “that’s great, y/n! but you love that house!” 

you shrugged, “i loved that house. i’ve had a change of heart. i want something new, with no memories attached to it– or oujia boards in the attic.” 

mary laughed, and offers her coffee mug in the air for you to clink yours together, “here’s to fresh starts– and having no oujia boards in attics.” you smile at meet your mug with her’s, welcoming the new beginning of your life. 

as you sipped your coffees together and caught up on each other’s lives, you felt a renewed sense of hope. the future was filled with uncertainty, and the pain of your separation from heeseung always lingered, but you knew the memory of him will only help guide your future. 

you were determined to shape a future that would be defined by your newfound strength and resilience, and a life enriched by the lessons you learnt with heeseung. 

years have passed, and your time in new york has brought you nothing but amazing opportunities. your life has taken a new, vibrant direction. 

now, you stand proudly with your family, beaming with joy as you showed them the very first house you have ever bought. their laughter and excitement filled the air as they explored the town their mother and wife had grown up in. 

as the day was soon to be ending, your daughter’s voice chimes up at you, “c’mon mom, let’s go to grandma and grandpa’s for ice cream!” 

“yeah! i want chocolate ice cream, mom!” your son jumps up at his sister’s idea. 

you agree with a warm smile, following your family back towards your car. but, just before leaving, you cast one last look back at your old home. 

there, in your old bedroom window, where the moonlight shined in so beautifully, stands heeseung. his presence is fleeting, but the same playful smirk adorns his face, the very expression that had drawn you to him from the beginning. in that moment, your eyes interlock, and you feel the unspoken connection that had transcended realms. 

the certainty settles within your heart that someday, your love will bridge the divide between the mortal and otherwordly, between an angel and a demon.

as you walk away, hand in hand with your husband, you knew that the tapestry of your love with heeseung is far from complete, and the promise of your reunion lingers in the air, like a whisper that only you and heeseung can hear.  

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One Word (Yandere!Toji x Reader)

~All he wants is a name~

CW: Previous abusive relationships. Current abusive relationship. Yandere!Toji. Kidnapping. Implied NSFW(kinda).

Word Count: 950

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Your hand squeezed the doorknob so hard you swore you heard your knuckles crack. Trembling, you let your sweaty forehead rest against the bathroom door, closing your eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Toji crooned from the other side of the door. “All you have to do is give me a name. Just one word, then it’ll all be over.”

Even though he couldn’t see you, you shook your head. “No. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

From the other side of the door you heard a thump. When Toji spoke again, his voice was louder. He was probably leaning against it. “Really? You’re trying to protect the guy that beat on you for three months?”

“Toji,” you said. You knew how much he loved it when you said his name. Maybe it would make him go easy on you, and you could escape today without any blood on your hands. “He’s not here. When I left him, he never even looked back. I bet he doesn’t even remember my name.”

You bit your tongue until you tasted the salty tang of blood as you waited for his response. On the other side of the door he was silent; you couldn’t even hear his breath, and you were surprised that he hadn’t forced his way in yet.

It was a courtesy, you knew. Ever since Toji brought you - kidnapped you - to his home in a secluded countryside, he had removed all the locks in the house, except for the front door and windows, the former of which he had the only key, while the latter he had bolted shut. The only reason he hadn’t pushed into the bathroom was out of some misplaced respect for you. Or maybe he was having fun.

He was probably having fun.

It seemed like you were destined to have one abusive relationship after another. Your first boyfriend was notorious for his gaslighting of you, and you had to deal with a year of feeling like you were crazy until you finally caught on. Your second boyfriend had seemed, at first, to be a little better. Until you found out you were the other woman, and he had a wife and two kids with a third on the way. Your third boyfriend had worked slower. While you had dated and broken up with the other two in a span of a year or less, this one had worked with a deadly patience.

Your honeymoon phase lasted two years before any dangerous signs decided to show themselves. At first, you excused it by saying he was stressed, an excuse which would damn you. He would come home angry, shout at you, pick at every little mistake you made, then leave again. But he’d make it better the next day, bringing you gifts, cleaning the house, and taking you out to picture perfect dates. Later, you would learn that this was called love bombing. You thought it would get better, but each day it only got worse, building to a deadly climax.

It got worse and worse until one night, you found yourself out on the street, fleeing from your boyfriend and nursing a broken wrist. That was how you met Toji. He took you to the hospital, and after you left your boyfriend, you couldn’t say anything but yes when he asked you out on a date. Your reprieve lasted only three weeks, until one day you woke up in a strange bed, in a strange house, and Toji explained that you’d never leave.

Four months later, and you were here, hiding in the bathroom from a man that could break the door down with one hand. He had demonstrated his inhuman strength dozens of times, and though he’d never laid a hand on you, every time you saw him crumple a doorknob in with a single squeez, or snap a crowbar in half like a twig, you were left shaking.

“Listen, babe,” Toji said. “You know I love your loyalty, but my patience will only last so long. You just have to give me a name, and I’ll do the rest.”

You felt your heart plummet.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please, Toji, I don’t want anyone else to die because of me.”

Toji snorted. “Why? Don’t tell me you still love him. A guy like that doesn’t deserve anything from you.”

You wondered if he could hear how ironic that statement was, coming from him. 

“No!,” you cried swiftly. “I just don’t want to be reminded of him again, that’s all. Toji, I never loved him-” a lie “-I’ve only ever cared for you!” Another lie, but maybe this one would make him give up.

There was silence from the other side of the door, lasting long enough that you felt hope start to bloom in your chest. Then you heard a familiar sound that made your eyes sting anew, a sound like the crumpling of a soda can. Toji had just crushed the bathroom’s door handle.

It was useless, but you still pushed back as he forced the door open. You still fought when he swept you into his arms. You snarled and cursed when he threw you onto the bed, because while Toji might be dangerous, he had never turned his anger towards you. You turned your head away when he tried to kiss you, but he only took your face in one calloused hand, holding it steady so he could place a quick kiss on your lips.

“I thought you already learned that what I want, I get,” Toji murmured. “By morning, I’ll be leaving with a name, no matter what.”

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[c-e-d-dreamer]

Like Good Neighbors Do

A/N: It's officially the last day of @nestaarcheronweek. It's definitely sad to see a great week of content come to an end, but I hope everyone has enjoyed it as much as me :) @dustjacketmusings and the bookclub get full credit for this idea, and I would like to thank all 200 of you who voted in my poll to decide who should break their face. In the end, I did decide maybe they both should be shirtless after all ;) Enjoy!

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Cassian tugs at the waistband of his shorts, shifting and maneuvering the fabric until it lies just how he wants it across his hips. Low enough that it shows off his v lines, but high enough that he won’t get any angry calls from the Neighborhood Watch Group. He turns slightly in front of his bedroom mirror, examining how the hem of his shorts fall, admiring how the red fabric sits on his thighs. His quads are definitely on full display. It’s perfect. Maybe he’ll have to thank Mor for this Solstice gag gift after all.

He grabs a hair tie from his dresser, scraping back the curls of his hair and pulling them into a messy bun away from his face. He pads down the stairs and grabs his shoes next, lacing them up quickly and heading for the door. Before his hand closes around the doorknob, though, a thought strikes him. He quickly drops to the ground and does a dozen push-ups, rolling onto his back and doing a quick set of crunches next. He hops back to his feet, glancing down at his chest, his abs, flexing his arms to look at his biceps. It definitely did the trick. He’s ready now.

With a determined nod, Cassian yanks open his front door and jogs down the front steps of his porch. He turns right when he reaches the sidewalk, keeping his pace light, almost slow. He makes sure he keeps his head forward, doesn’t turn to look, doesn’t give himself away, no matter how much the desire to thrums beneath his skin. But he still checks, out of his periphery. He still waits to catch a hopeful glimpse of her staring.

Maybe today her jaw will slacken at his apparel of choice for his run. Maybe he’ll even get to hear the sound of her gasping softly floating on the breeze as he runs past her house. Maybe, if he’s really lucky, she’ll call out his name. He’d love to hear his name fall past those lips again. They can chat again. Start with menial stuff like the warm weather. Cassian can ask her what book she’s reading today. She’ll ask if he wants to come inside and—

Cassian is so caught up in the web of images his mind has begun to spin that it takes him a moment too long to realize that the porch next door is actually empty. She’s not there.

Nesta Archeron isn’t there.

Cassian stops and turns to face the house completely, frowning. It’s near identical to his own, pale blue siding to his yellow, and on her porch, a swing dangles from two chains hooked to the ceiling. And every Saturday, ever since the days have gotten longer, ever since the weather has turned from cold and biting to warm and breezy, Nesta has spent her afternoons sitting on that swing with her legs curled up and a book balanced on her knees. It’s given Cassian the perfect excuse to see her recently, to talk to her, to continue their neighborly games.

To say that Cassian has been a goner for Nesta Archeron since the day she moved in last fall, would be an understatement.

He still remembers that first day. He had seen the moving truck pull up first, and then he’d seen the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. Her face was all cool and cutting angles, eyes piercing even from his window next door, a willowy dancer build clear beneath her sweater, as she strode up the front walkway of the house, shoulders back and head held high. Her hair looked like burnished gold in the low, autumn sun, braided around her head like a crown. And she had looked like a queen, barking orders to the movers about what to put where.

Cassian had walked next door the next day, ready to use being a good neighbor and welcoming her to the neighborhood as the perfect excuse to talk to her, to learn her name. She’d taken one look at the plate of cookies in his hand and asked him what was wrong with him, informed him that no sane person actually liked oatmeal raisin cookies. It had lit a fire that blazed through Cassian’s veins that he still had yet to douse, that left him going back for more. He lived for the spark that glinted in her blues before she rolled them. Lived for the way the corner of her lips would twitch up with a hidden smile before she scoffed. Lived for the teasing and the taunts and the way his chest felt the first time he made her laugh.

And now, she’s not even here to appreciate his outfit. Or lack thereof.

Cassian’s eyes dance around her porch, looking for a clue that maybe she just stepped inside for a moment, but there’s no book sitting on the swing, no glass sitting on the small outdoor side table. The only thing on Nesta’s porch is a small package placed just beside the door. It has Cassian’s frown growing. Maybe she’s not home?

With a soft sigh, Cassian turns back on the sidewalk, prepared to finish his run regardless, but he barely makes it a step before he recognizes the small, dark colored sedan in the driveway. It’s Nesta’s car, which means she’s definitely home. He glances back toward the front door again. Should he wait her out? He doesn’t want to look like a creeper, doesn’t want her to step outside just to see him standing here dumbly.

He huffs and shakes his head, picking up the pace and starting into a full run after all.

The entirety of the eight mile loop Cassian does on the weekend, he thinks about Nesta. Maybe she’ll be back out on her front porch when he heads back toward his house. Maybe it’ll be better if she sees him after his run anyways. He’s certainly worked up a sweat under the afternoon sun. He just hopes his hair hasn’t gotten too unruly and frizzy from the exertion. But of course, the entire idea relies on Nesta being on her porch when he gets back.

So as Cassian starts on the final two miles of his run, he starts to formulate a backup plan, starts to think about what he’ll do if Nesta isn’t on her front porch. It would be so easy, an easy story, an easy lie. She’d never know, and he could still talk to her today. By the time he’s jogging past Nesta’s still empty porch, the decision is made.

He takes a moment to breathe, to cool down his thundering heart after his run. One last deep, heaving breath, this one more for nerves than anything, and he rolls his shoulders, walking up the front path and the front steps to Nesta’s house. He glances over both shoulders, ensuring there’s no neighbors lurking, watching, and when he’s sure the coast is clear, he bends down and grabs the package waiting for Nesta. He tucks it neatly under his arm, clears his throat, and raises a fist, knocking on her front door.

Hello, Nes. Your package accidentally got delivered to my house.

Hey, sweetheart. Looks like the mailman got the address wrong.

I have your package. Can I come in?

As the seconds continue to tick by in silence, Cassian frowns. He tries knocking again, but still, there’s no answer. He leans over to peek in one of the front windows, squinting through the pane and trying to spot any hint of golden brown hair, of blue eyes.

“Nesta, it’s Cassian. Are you here?” Cassian tries calling through the door.

He waits another minute before stepping back down off the porch. He follows the large, round pavers that are inlaid in the grass around the side of the house. He’s just reached the fence that winds around Nesta’s backyard, reaching over the gate to unlock and open it, when he finally spots her.

Nesta has a blanket strewn out in the grass under the sun. She’s laying on her stomach, knees bent and legs swinging back and forth aimlessly while she reads the book perched between her hands. She has on a pair of black biker shorts, the fabric tight and short where it rides up her thighs. Cassian’s eyes trace the line of her body, along her legs, over her ass, up her back.

His attention snags on her hair, on the fact that her hair is down. It’s the first time he’s ever seen it this way, falling in soft waves over her shoulders and down her spine. It’s beautiful and steals the breath straight from his lungs, his heart skittering between his ribs. He wonders what it would take for Nesta to let him run his fingers through those strands.

Before Cassian can truly spiral about seeing Nesta with her hair down, she pushes up onto her left hand. She uses her right hand to brush her hair over her shoulder and to her back, and Cassian realizes that she isn’t wearing a shirt. She isn’t wearing anything other than those black biker shorts. He takes in her full breasts, the perfect size to fit in his large palms, and his mouth goes dry. He wants to feel the weight of them in his hands, wants to knead them, wants to get his mouth on those dusty rose nipples.

The next thing that Cassian knows, he’s losing his balance. He must have unlatched the lock without realizing, must have put too much weight onto the gate in his dazed state, because suddenly the ground is coming to meet him. He tries to splay his arms, but with the package still in his grasp, he can’t quite brace himself. His face smacks straight into one of the stone pavers, and Cassian swears that he can hear the distinct crunch of his nose. Pain flares and radiates across his face, and he lets out a pained groan, rolling onto his side and clutching at his nose.

“Cassian?”

Cassian blinks open his eyes to find Nesta now standing above him. She has one arm crossed across her chest, covering herself, her face bewildered as she stares down at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Nesta demands, face twisting into a scowl.

“Package?” Cassian wheezes out, just the one word sending another jolt of pain through his face. He pulls himself up into a sitting position, blood beginning to trickle between his fingers.

“You’re bleeding all over my patio.”

“So sorry, sweetheart,” Cassian drawls, pressing against his nose to try and stop the bleeding. “Any chance you have a towel handy?”

Nesta scoffs and rolls her eyes, but she vanishes inside her house. When she steps back outside again, Cassian is only slightly disappointed to see that she’s thrown on an oversized tee, but she tosses a dish towel at him. He balls it up and presses it against his nose, mopping up the blood as best he can.

“So, do you plan on telling me what exactly you’re doing in my backyard?” Nesta asks again, crossing her arms.

“I was just bringing you your package…” Cassian starts, pulling the towel away enough that he can see how bad it is.

“The package you stole, you mean? I have a Ring camera.”

Cassian winces and instantly regrets it. “Was just trying to help, sweetheart.”

Nesta hums, but it’s clear from the sound that she doesn’t quite believe him. Her eyes narrow, eyebrows dipped low, as she assesses him, as her attention sweeps over his frame. Cassian watches the exact moment she realizes his current state of dress. Those blue eyes widen slightly, lips pinching together for a moment. The smallest dusting of pink scatters across her cheeks, and her throat works as she swallows.

A smirk starts to tug at Cassian’s lips, pride swelling in his chest at his having an effect on her, at his shorts working after all, but it’s another movement that he instantly regrets. Slowly, he lifts his fingers to his nose, carefully pressing and feeling along the ridge.

“I think it’s broken,” Cassian murmurs, dropping both his hands back into his lap. “How does it look?”

“Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to lie?” Nesta taunts, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. “It’s certainly an improvement to your face.”

“What if I wanted you to be honest?”

Nesta scoffs and shakes her head, but even with the pain making his eyes water, Cassian can see the barely concealed amusement in her face. The way her eyes glint extra blue under the sun, the way she presses her lips more firmly like that will fight back the fond smile.

“Glad to see that despite breaking your nose, your ego is still fully intact.”

“I heard women like a rugged man with scars. Isn’t that what’s in all those smutty books you’re always reading?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“I’d certainly love to help you reenact one.”

Nesta throws her head back, and there’s Cassian’s favorite sound. Light and breathy, her laugh is truly his favorite melody. It takes the pain of his broken nose to stop his wide grin in response, but there’s no stopping the way his heart swells, the warmth that blooms through his veins, twining like vines around his limbs just like that sound.

“You’re insufferable,” Nesta teases, although there’s no real bite behind the words.

“Any chance of you helping my insufferable self to the ER? I don’t think I can drive.”

“Fine, but if you bleed all over my car too, I’ll kill you.”

Carefully, Cassian pushes himself back up to his feet. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

Thankfully, the ER isn’t too busy, and they don’t have to wait too long before Cassian is taken back. They reset the bones of his nose and splint it, the nurse carefully taping and bandaging everything in place once the doctor is finished.

“The doctor prescribed some painkillers, and you can ice it for the swelling, but you should be all set,” the nurse explains, handing over the script to Cassian. “You just need to sign the discharge papers, and then your girlfriend can take you back home.”

“Oh, I’m not—”

“Thank you,” Cassian cuts Nesta off, nodding to the nurse who offers one last friendly, if not a bit awkward, smile before vanishing to grab the paperwork. He can feel Nesta glaring at him now, but he lets her stew another few moments before finally turning to her. “I should thank you too, for driving me.”

Nesta’s gaze softens then. “Well, I couldn’t just leave you to bleed out in my backyard, could I? I was being neighborly.”

“You should let me properly thank you too,” Cassian dares to push, smiling when Nesta fondly rolls her eyes.

“Why do I have the feeling your idea of ‘properly thanking me’ involves some sort of innuendo?”

“Oh, no. We’d save that later. I was actually just thinking dinner? I’ll cook and everything. You wouldn’t even have to leave your house.”

Cassian watches, entranced as Nesta’s eyes narrow slightly, as her bottom lip finds home between her teeth. Say yes, say yes, say yes, echoes like a chant, a prayer, inside his mind. It’s a plea that thrums in time with the pounding of his heart. With every second that passes, he feels like he can’t breathe, anticipation prickling along his skin, squeezing inside his lungs.

“Alright, but I expect dessert too.”

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[leeknowsintrusivethots]

Marked By Him

Part 1 | ?????

Pairings: Lee Know(SKZ)/OC, Secretssssss here

Summary: Vampyres dominate the entertainment world with their otherworldly beauty and talent. It's a world you must be born into, but a few lucky ones are Marked. Stripped from her home and everything she knows, Minji's Marking means that she has to rely on the Devil himself, Lee Minho, to be her mentor. He's cute and sweet to the public, but behind closed doors the monster comes out to play.

Content: Angst, slow burn romance, lotsa plot, eventual smut, vampires, darkish romance, original characters, first person perspective, general 18+ content, asshole Lee Know, alternate idol universe, love triangle (Surprise), pet names: kitten/mouse

WC: 2,208

Minors do NOT interact. Do NOT repost my work in anyway. This includes translations or sharing to sites such as Wattpad or Ao3.

Notes: I have risen from the dead through the power of Stray Kids. This one is intended to be a long form story, probably around 20 parts or so or until it reaches a natural end. Individual parts will be labeled as smut and smut warnings will be included for future parts. Ngl, it's mostly wish fulfillment and because not many people seem to write longer SKZ content. Enjoy, my dirty dirty friends.

"He will meet you in Conference Room Number Zero."

I waited for his arrival with anticipation creating a knot in the pit of my stomach. Not even meeting the CEO of JYP Entertainment had caused such nerves to take root. This was the person I would be spending most of my time with - the one who would integrate me into my new life. He would be my mentor and teacher. I could only guess at what kind of person he would be.

Would he be kind? Smart? As ethereal and graceful as they usually are?

They were known for their cold beauty - so chilling and unreal that it haunted people as well as it enamored them. I am sure, just like humans, they varied but every single one that graced the media was the image of physical perfection. They were Gods come to life amongst mortals. If even the average ones were half as good looking, they still had to be pretty damn exceptional compared to humans.

And so I waited.

The dusty, peculiarly ancient looking grandfather clock chimed in the corner of the room. It didn't fit the image JYP was associated with: a sleek and modern entertainment company that housed some of the brightest talents in Korea. As a matter of fact, the entire 'conference room' felt out of place compared to the rest of the building. The modernity of the outside was forgotten in the confines of the four walls that surrounded me.

The wallpaper was reminiscent of an ancient mansion: a dark royal blue with silver feligreses interspersed through the length. All of the windows in the building were tinted darkly to ward off paparazzi but also natural light, but the windows in this room were completely covered. The only light source came from elegant sconces that dotted the walls and an antique lamp that sat in on the corner of the desk I was seated at. The rest of the room was filled with shelves of books and peculiar looking items that my frazzled brain refused to make sense of.

All I could do was marvel at where life had taken me: at how I was going from ordinary to extraordinary.

The doorknob twisting had me sitting up straighter in my seat and my eyes widening in alert. I held my breath as the door disengaged and opened. It felt like life had gone into slow motion as he entered. As I took in my mentor, the world stopped as my heart sped up and heat rose in my cheeks.

He was beautiful. He had sharp facial features that only God himself could have chiseled: perfectly pouty lips that would put most human women to shame, large dark eyes that captured the soul at a glance, perfectly styled black hair that looked so thick and soft I wanted to run my hands through it just to see if it was real, and clear skin without a single blemish. He could have been a painting, a true work of art.

And even more insane: I knew who he was.

I watched music videos with him in them. I bought his group's albums at every release. I had posters of him on my bedroom walls back in Busan. I had spent countless hours of my youth being a dedicated fan.

"Minji?" Lee Minho questioned with a raised brow.

I was so enraptured I hadn't even noticed the door shut. I hadn't even noticed that he had crossed the room to stand behind the chair opposite of me. I had also completely forgotten my manners. I pushed back from my chair in a haste and stood up. I bowed deeply, partly out of how much respect I had for him but also as an apology for forgetting myself.

"Hello. I am Minji," I greeted formally.

He nodded with an air of boredom about him in return before taking the seat he was behind. Even the way he sat was gracefully beautiful. The man could burn whole cities and he would be forgiven based on his looks alone.

"Sit," he commanded simply. I did as I was told and resumed my seat immediately. I couldn't help but to study his features further, committing them to memory to paint later. His sharp jaw, his soft looking mouth, and his eyes. Eyes that were staring at me with something scarily remicent of disdain under a dark cocked brow.

Suddenly, I felt inferior. I felt unworthy to look at him so blatantly. Who was I to stare at someone like him? My eyes fell to the table before me in something akin to shame.

"I am assuming the Tracker gave you all the usual information pamphlets?" he asked in a bored tone. I got the impression he wanted to be anywhere other than in that room with me. It hurt that the man I idolized seemed to be so disinterested in me, but what did I expect? He had millions of fans all over the world.

"Yes," I answered as steadily as I could. I heard him rustling through papers and waited as patiently as I could for him to offer more information or even ask something else, but he didn't. I only willed myself to glance up at the loud thud of something being dropped onto the desk in front of me. It was a large book - a textbook. It was eerily new and modern compared to the rest of the contents in the room. The title was simply "Marked."

"This book has been approved by the Association to help guide you into your new life," he said with a small but beautiful chuckle at the end as if he found the book amusing more than anything. "You will finish a chapter every two days in-between normal idol training."

"I- I can do that," I stuttered when he paused as if waiting for a response.

"Good girl," he almost scoffed in mockery at my answer. My cheeks heated again and strangely a small tingle made itself known between my legs at the insincere praise. I did my best to ignore it. When he didn't continue, I chanced a glance up at him to find him smirking in amusement before he continued. "After each chapter, we will meet here for any questions and to review what you have learned."

He paused again, and I nodded to show I understood without daring another look at him. I was never a loud or overly confident person, I was simply quiet. That didn't mean I was a doormat, until Lee Minho walked through the door. I was fairly certain at that moment I was wearing a shirt inviting him to step on me.

"I was told to make myself available to you for further questions and help in between meetings," he continued. I heard a rustling as he stood from his chair. I refused to look up even as his shoes appeared in my peripheral. I could feel his presence next to me like a reaper come to take my life, but the normal feeling of body heat was absent. A cold hand pushed the long loose hair back from my shoulder, exposing the bare column of my neck to the chill of him and the room. I involuntarily shuddered.

"You won't have any questions or need any help, will you?" he asked with a faux saccharine in his voice that somehow chilled me to my core. The blood in my veins had turned to ice as my heart pumped harder to compensate. My words stuck in my throat as a strange panic set in.

I knew they were dangerous. I knew they could hurt me, but this was Lee Minho - Lee Know of Stray Kids. He was the weird but sweet one who showed his affection by spanking his fellow members. He was not the kind of person who discreetly threatened strangers, but I felt like that's exactly what he was doing.

"Answer me, Mouse," he all but demanded with the fake sweetness fading and the chill boredom returning to his voice.

Insanity comes in all forms and from all places. Sometimes it's as simple as someone making a noise that gets on your nerves that makes you snap. In my case: I had traveled to a whole new city on my own and uprooted my life in a move that was not of my choosing. I was alone. I was scared. I was changing into something I couldn't even begin to comprehend in a world I had only read about, and the man I had considered to be my ultimate kpop bias was threatening me and treating me like a burden. The actual audacity.

My head snapped up and my eyes found his. I stared at him with a newfound sense of annoyance. I didn't ask for this - I wasn't even sure if I wanted it. How could he treat me so badly when he was fully aware of the situation?

"My name is Minji," I snapped with as much force in my voice as I could muster. "If we are to be forced into this situation together, at least call me by my proper name."

I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting him to give a dark chuckle and his eyes to fill with - amusement? I also wasn't expecting long elegant fingers to reach up and take hold of my chin in a firm grip. His touch was cold. Despite my efforts to keep it from affecting me, it shot sparks of heat through my entire body in contrast to his temperature.

"Maybe not a mouse, then. A kitten with little ineffective claws," he mused. He held my gaze as he taunted me, keeping his hold firm on my chin. His face came closer and my delusional heart pounded out an encore. His soft lips were right there, just mere inches from my own. I could feel his cool breath on my cheek as he moved to my ear. His next words tickled my skin and had me shivering again. "Careful, Kitten. I like the feisty ones."

Insanity gripped me again. It was madness, pure and simple. I was taunting not a God like I thought, but the devil himself. I was starting to see that, but I did it anyway. "I'm sure they don't feel the same way. Cats are very good judges of character."

A sharp inhale against the side of my face followed a light chuckle as he pulled back to hold my gaze captured yet again. The amusement was still present, boredom all but gone, but it was mixed with something else - something darker, scarier.

"Word of advice kitten," he started. His cool hand released its grip on my chin to trail up my jaw and to the center of my forehead. "This Mark doesn't mean shit. You will never really be one of us - just an imitation - and no one here will praise you for it. It's a target, and you will be surrounded by predators."

"Why?" His words chilled me, actually had me fighting the impulse to shake in my seat, but the confusion weighed out. I didn't understand this world - I didn't understand them.

"Don't ask questions, Kitten, and maybe I'll take care of you if I decide it's worth it." For just a brief moment, his eyes glanced down at my lips. My silly heart almost couldn't take it, but I persevered.

"But-"

"No," he stated firmly. His hand had fallen back to my chin, and his thumb brushed against my lower lip almost accidentally. My breath hitched. "Listen and behave, Kitten. That Mark already draws attention, don't make it worse by being a brat."

With that, his cool presence was gone. He moved away so fast that I blinked and he was across the room at the door with his sinful fingers wrapped around the door handle. He didn't turn back as he spoke again. "A car is waiting at the front of the building. It will take you to the dorms. Welcome to hell, Kitten."

His words, combined with the entirety of the events that had just transpired, were the icy wake up call I needed. I had been Marked. I was entering a new plane of existence I knew hardly anything about, but I was already learning. It was dangerous. It was not at all like the media and the Association wanted the world to believe. They had painted the things that go bump in the night to be beautiful but perfectly normal parts of society - but the painting was beginning to turn red for me and it was only day one.

An antique mirror wedged between two bookshelves caught my eye. I vacated my seat and went to stand before it. The girl in the mirror was familiar. Long, dark hair, a light complexion with a smattering of freckles across the nose bridge. It was me, yet it wasn't. The mark stood in stark contrast against my skin. It was a dark purple outline in the shape of a crescent moon. It was a sign that I was changing. It was a sign I was becoming one of them.

I was becoming a Vampyre.

#kpop smut #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #kpop fanfiction #kpop ff #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids ff #skz smut #skz imagines #skz ff #lee know smut #lee know fanfic #lee know ff #lee minho smut #lee minho fanfic

[thezoraprince]

Monsters - Link (BotW) x mother!reader

“Hi, I was the anon who asked about the doing a more familial headcanon/imagine and if you want the do it the scenario I was thinking about is as follows: afab!reader is links mother, along with a husband and younger daughter. Generally, this link is closer with his sister and father than he is with his mother. He still very much loves his mother, and she him, but he just prefers to show his love from a distance, which is a nicer way to put it. One day, the readers husband takes the daughter out for the afternoon for a hunting lesson or some such, and they won't be back for a while, leaving the reader home with link who decides not to go. The reader is reading a book or something in the den, and link is out training in the backyard when a bokoblin or some other monster breaks in their home. The reader is so taken aback that the monster strikes her with a club before she can have a second thought. Nearly unconscious, the reader hopes that her child link makes it to her husband and daughter safely, resigning her own safety. When link bursts in through the backyard in a rage and slays said monster, rescuing his mother in the process. Mother and son bonding ensues. I know this a long ask but if you decide to do it I would be so very grateful. Have a wonderful day. 😊” - anon

ahhhh!!!! i love this request so much!! i hope you enjoy <3

it’s a rainy afternoon

the family home in Hateno is quiet

your husband took your daughter fishing in Hateno Bay

and the rainy weather makes it all the better to go

but your son, Link, decided to stay home 

perhaps it was the dreary day

or the fact that he just wasn’t feeling his best today

but he stayed nonetheless

you’re in the den, curled up on the sofa with a good book

and Link is in the backyard, practicing his sword technique

you’ve already lectured him enough in his life to not track mud into the house

but you know that your husband and daughter will be the biggest culprits today

“Just don’t catch a cold, dear.”

it’s the perfect rainy day

until it isn’t

the doorknob jiggles

you assume it’s your husband and daughter returning from their fishing trip

and your nose is so far deep in your book that you don’t look up

but something doesn’t feel right

a strange silver hand grabs your book

and when you look up, you scream in fear

a silver bokoblin has managed to find it’s way into your home

both you and this monster look to each other for a moment, studying the other

but as you try to leave the sofa, it blocks you

your heart races

more and more fear building in your system

your husband is away

and Link is far too young to handle this situation in your mind

and before you can even thing of another thought, you’re unconscious 

your eyes open to the sight of your son

he’s crying heavy tears, clutching onto you tightly

your memory is a bit of a blur, but you hold him just as tightly back

your eyes drift to the silver bokoblin body just a few feet away

once your husband and daughter arrive home, the atmosphere in the home is drastically different

but it’s not somber

it’s full of love

full of hope

you and your son are closer than you’ve ever been

and he’s so happy to see you safe

#botw x reader #botw #totk #totk x reader #link x reader #x reader #<3

[sweetlittlegingy]

Vigilante Shit

✰ Midnights MasterList

✰ Pairing: Ex!Cyclone x Y/n, Bradley Bradshaw x Y/n x Jake Seresin

✰ Word Count: 2.5 k

✰ Warning: Cyclone cheating, wine, swearing, divorcee, minor violence, smutty themes, flirting, teasing, protective!Ice, protective!Jake

✰ A/n: This series is just gonna be done in random order lol. Let me know if you want a part 2! Also, I do not have a taglist, follow my library and turn on notifications for updates!

✰ Library

The other line of the phone call goes silent and as you pull it away to end the call, you quietly wonder when your whole world had gone to shit. You stare at the phone screen for a minute, the dial pad blurred as a single tear falls from your waterline. You’re quick to wipe it away, and both hands brush against your cheeks before you take a deep breath and smile.

The bar stool is cool against your legs, and the small tick of your legs is more than annoying. The rhythmic tapping of your heel against the metal base rings through your ears, like a ticking clock. Though you couldn’t move, not when you had an array of photos scattered in front of you of your husband with some hussy.

You glance at the clock on the wall and watch as the hand slowly ticks in a countdown. You grab your glass of wine and finish it in one go. It might have only been 11:30 am, but you needed a drink, in the form of liquid courage. 

You slide off the stool and put the now empty bottle of red wine into the recycling and your glass in the sink. Your hands smooth down against your waist to fix your skirt and blouse. The one-to-many buttons undone, and your skirt might have been a tad short for visiting your husband, but you truly didn’t care.

You gather the pile of pictures, as well as the divorce papers you had drafted, and make your way to your car. The pictures had shown up in the mail not even a week ago, with no return address, and left you with no idea who had sent them. You had your suspicions that something was going on, but you honestly didn’t think he was that stupid. Though you had been proven wrong, and it was even worse than you assumed. You clocked that the girl in the picture was Beau’s pretty new assistant and a small smile forms on your face at the realization that they would both be handled in one swipe.

The drive doesn’t take long, no, Beau had made sure that the house was close to the base. All of those late nights now make perfect sense. You get past security easily, they all knew you, you had been married for 5 years now and were on base regularly. Apparently not enough though, given that you hadn’t caught them in the act.

Your hand settles on your purse as you park to grab the tube of lipstick, reapply a coat, and check your hair before getting out. You slip from the shiny Audi, not so gently slamming the door, before moving for the set of buildings. 

You catch sight of a few pilots, and you give them a teasing smile as you walk past, their gazes burn into your back as their eyes settle on your swinging hips. The pilots had always loved you, the 11-year age difference between you and Beau, put you at the exact age of most of his men. Your heels click against the tile floor with each sway of your hips, and your stride speeds up the longer you think about their affair.

You catch sight of the little hussy typing away at her desk, and her eyes flash up to you at the sound of your heels. Your stride doesn’t slow, not even when you see the door to Beau’s office shut.

“You can’t g–”

Your glare and the finger in her face shut her up. You can hear your husband's voice through the door, and you can recognize a few of the others too, but can’t place them. Your hand grasps onto the doorknob to turn it while giving the door a firm shove.

The door knocks off the back wall and has the four men in the room going silent. Your eyes skirt around the room, looking at each of the pilots before you even think about looking at your husband.

The only one you know is Maverick and while you don’t recognize the other two, they sure are pretty to look at. The pair of them remain silent as they look at you, the blonde’s eyes tracing up and down your body before giving you a dazzling smirk. The other has dark brown hair and a mustache that you’re sure would feel like heaven between your legs. His eyes watch you, though when you give him a wink his eyes seem to dazzle with imagines of all the things, he wants to do you.

“I tried to sto–”

“Shut up, you little whore.”

The words drip venom as you say them and it has everyone’s eyes widening in shock. You catch her out of the corner of your eye and you almost laugh at her face of pure shock. Though it doesn’t matter, and your eyes only move from the two pilots when you see Beau start to get up.

“Sit down.” Your tone is anything but playful and it has your husband ready to argue. You slip farther into the room, before knocking the door closed with your heel.

“Maybe we should just step out.” It's Maverick that suggests it and you can see how uneasy he stands in the corner.

You look back at Maverick and give him a sickeningly sweet smile. He seems apprehensive about giving you one back, though both pilots in the chairs are more than willing to give you smiles that just about make your knees weak.

“No, I’m going to be really fast.” Your eyes cut back to Beau, and you can tell that his temper is barely remaining at bay. “Probably about as fast, as you fuck that little bitch.”

The flash of recognition in his eyes has you smiling, as a small laugh falls from your lips. You watch as he sinks back into his chair, and his eyes flash around the room avoiding your gaze. You slip between the set of pilots and stand directly in front of Beau’s desk, bending forward so that you can lean on the desk. Though the small pop of your hip has your skirt rising and you are positive that blondie and stash are enjoying the view.

“You gonna look at me?”

His eyes flash to you for a second, before he’s back looking out the window. Your tongue sucks at your teeth and his avoidance is only making you madder. You harshly slam the stack of pictures on his table, and you can feel the three men behind you lean forward to see. A whistle falls from one of them, while the other covers his cough with a laugh, and Mav seems to be choking on his own spit.

You watch and wait for Beau to look at you, though his gaze moves from the pictures and back out the window. Your heel taps on the floor, and you can feel your temper rising with each passing second that Beau won’t look or talk to you.

“Have anything to say for yourself?”

Your question is met with silence and another laugh falls from your lips before you're grabbing the pictures and turning around.

“He won’t look at them, you boys want to?”

The blonde gives you a teasing smirk and you can tell that he wants to play along, though stash places a hand on his thigh when he goes to lean closer to you. The sight of the pair only makes your smile grow, and when you turn back around hoping that Beau is finally looking toward you.

Your nails tap on the desk, “Don’t you want to at least try and tell me they aren’t what they look like?”

Your voice is questioning and slightly teasing, yet you still get no reaction. A frustrated breath falls from your chest and your hand on Beau’s desk stops tapping to settle on a paperweight. You glance down and find a glass ball, that just barely fits in your hand. Your eyes trace back up to Beau, finding him still avoiding you.

“Fucking look at me.”

The glass ball is flying through the air before you know it and smashing into the wedding photo in on the shelve behind him. It just barely misses the side of his head, though it finally gets him to look at you and you almost want to laugh at the sight of his worried eyes. He should be fucking worried, you were the one with all the power now, thanks to the prenup he had you sign.

“Here’s how this is gonna work,” You can tell that he wants to cut in, though he remains quiet. “You’re going to sign these papers and I am going to take just about fucking everything from you. The house, the bank account, joint and personal, four out of five of the cars. Baby you’re not even going to have a pot to piss in.”

You lean up from your place against the desk, to move around closer to Beau. Your hand dances across the back of his car, as you lean in close to his ear. Your eyes remain on the pilots in front of you, enjoying the way that they follow each move you make.

“But do you know what I’m going to really enjoy, baby?” Your eyes fall to Beau’s hands that rest in his lap, clenched in a near-death grip. Your lips brush against his ear and the small shiver that runs up his spine makes you smile. “I’m really going to enjoy when Commander Kazansky gets ahold of you, he should be here anytime.”

That has his back going ridge and you have to step back quickly as Beau shoves back his chair. His eyes are on fire and you step around him, to walk closer to the pair of pilots. You didn’t think that Beau would raise a hand against you, though you also had just threatened his career.

“You’re lying.”

His voice is seething and if you weren’t the one in the line of fire, you might have laughed.

“No, I’m not.”

It’s clear and crisp and only adds to the raging fire that is your soon-to-be ex-husband. His eyes are on fire and as he steps toward you, you step back though your hips are met with a pair of hands that stable you. At first, you glance down to find a pair of hands that have your blouse in a death grip, and then following it up, you find blondie and stash standing behind you, glaring at Beau.

“Get your hands off my wife.”

The hands at your waist tense slightly, though remain in place.

“You’ll do well to remember that the Navy doesn’t stand for violence Admiral, especially against women.”

It’s the blonde that speaks and you have to stop your thighs from clenching together. The drawl in his voice makes your breath hitch, and the small circling motion of his thumb against your hip has you breathing again.

Beau’s eyes flash to your hips, then back to the duo standing behind you before he’s stepping toward you again.

“You’ll do well to remember your place, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, Admiral, remember your place.”

How you had all missed the arrival of Commander Kazansky is beyond you, though you can’t help the smile that graces your face at his appearance. His eye’s cut from Beau to you and the harsh glare instantly falls.

“Y/n, Sweetheart, Sarah is just outside why don’t you go see her. You shouldn’t have to see this.”

You smile at Ice, before grabbing the photos and divorcee papers off the desk and walking to Ice.

“Make sure he signs these, won’t you Uncle Tom?”

Your question is answered with a nod and wink before he grasps them from you to look at the photos. His hand rests against your arm as he looks at the pictures, then he gives you a gentle squeeze before kissing the side of your head and ushering you out the door.

You find your Aunt Sarah and she instantly has you in her arms. You weren’t a Kazansky by blood, but your mother and Sarah had grown up together, and when your mother passed Tom and Sarah took you in as one of their own.

“How are you, honey?” The question is muttered against your hair, and you shrug your shoulders in answer.

“I could be worse, at least we don’t have any children.”

Your voice is smaller than you wish it was and has Sarah tightening her arms around you while stroking the back of your hair. You glance around the room and find that Beau’s assistant had despaired. Your aunt catches your gaze before you can even question.

“Tom excused her and will be having a meeting with her later.”

“I just really wasn’t expecting it, especially when the prenup stated that cheating would automatically end in the other party's favor.”

Sarah nods at you, though before she can reply the set of pilots are exiting the office with Tom right behind them.

“Sweetheart, this is Lieutenant Seresin and Lieutenant Bradshaw I’ve cleared the rest of their day and they are going with you. They’re going to help you pack all of Beau’s things and then stay with you until he picks them up. I don’t want you seeing him alone.”

At the last sentence, his eyes move from you and stare at the pair, making sure they understand his exact orders.

“Of course, Sir.” It’s the blonde one that speaks up, Lieutenant Seresin and his eyes move from your uncle to once again trace up your form. “We won’t let her out of our sight.”

“We'll make sure that she is well taken care of.”

It’s Bradshaw who comments and while it might sound innocent to your uncle, the heat pooling between your legs is anything but innocent. Your uncle dismisses the three of you and you hug your aunt before leaving. The pair of pilots walk behind you closely and the hand that skirts along the back of your thighs has you smirking. You glance over your shoulder and are met with two sets of eyes that hold nothing but mischief and desire.

“Come on boys, we’ve got a business afternoon ahead of us.”

The hand beneath your skirt is yanked back and you smile at the both of them, liking how easily you’ve been able to fluster the pair.

“Right, of course. Do we need to stop and get boxes?”

You stop in front of your car and turn to the pair. You bite your lip as your eyes trail up both of their form and the flight suits that do nothing to hide the remarkable physiques under the fabric.

“Oh no, Beau’s things are on the front lawn already.” Your finger comes up to trace along the zipper of Lieutenant Bradshaw’s suit before you switch over to Lieutenant Seresin and take a small step closer. Your bodies are barely touching and the flex of his fist at his side is all that’s stopping him from grabbing your waist.

“But I’m sure I can find something to keep both of you busy.”

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[heartidylla]

if only i knew , part one / ???

leon kennedy x f!reader ( my own au , real game plot will not mix)

summary : you and leon meet in the floral shop which you had built from the ground up as one of your most iconic childhood dreams, within those few moments of preparing a bouquet you both begin to feel a connection like never before.

word count : 3.3k

pronouns : no usage of y/n [ you ]

warnings : childhood trauma , yelling , faint sense of abuse.

speaking color coding

“” — leon

“” — you

“” — others

a little girl who was running into the abyss of alleyways to escape the adults who only had the horrid intentions in mind wasn't common for any kids within this community. in the case of the state of their living area, it was obvious why everyone couldn't go a day without being on their toes. the entire neighborhood was run down. lawns were overgrown and covered in weeds — hell, in some places she couldn't even tell there was a sidewalk to walk upon. the houses were starting to emerge within nature themselves. concert porches were cracked, and the wooden ones were fading away. the workspace buildings that surrounded the run down homes weren't in better condition. the area contained few street lights which caused most of their surroundings to be pitch black. a perfect space for those who needed to hide within, and those who were hunting the prey. everyone has to be smart in this world. one wrong move and she’d get swept away, never to be seen again. as one of the oldest kids in this dump of an environment, all the youth looked up to her with the utmost respect and then for leadership in how to survive.

all of that extra training had come around to be useful as quick huff came out of the sprinting girl's mouth. she never tore her eyes from looking forward, following her first rule to survive in this suffocating and dangerous place: never look back. she kept her eyes on everything that could possibly slow her down and dodged those areas with efficiency; sharp turns were her forte after all these years of practice. when she heard the footsteps die down from behind her, she didn't stop even though her lungs were burning up from the lack of oxygen she was getting; however, she felt a sense of luck that she was in fact breathing. many people — many kids, don't make it out of those situations, and even she felt as if her luck was running out.

she managed to make it home safely, and walked up her run down, and massively broken porch to put her hand onto the doorknob which belonged to the house she was living within. although, she froze in her spot the moment she heard the clashing of tableware and yelling at the top of someone's lungs that came from the inside and escaped into the air from the opposite side of the door. the little girls head fell, as she let go of the doorknob and took a step backwards.

"why am i still here?" the nameless girl questioned herself, hands absentmindedly hanging formed into fists as all the angered voices from within her head had begun to take over her sense of better judgment. she turned around and looked at the darkly dimmed sky. her surroundings were close to blackness if it wasn't for the one streetlight in front of her house which shone a small portion of her overgrown lawn and rundown road. something — an instinct from within the girl's stomach begged her not to go, not to let this emptiness that her parents forced onto her to be the blockage of her own mind. the same brain that knew how to survive, and never failed her once. however, in the heat of the surge that years of untouched emotions brought up within her, she went back on her rules. she walked down from the porch, slightly tripping over one of the stairs within the process. she lowly cursed at the instability of the entire neighborhood that she knew like the back of her palm.

with her hands lodged within her slightly hole-covered sweatshirt, she walked down the sidewalk which led her away from her childhood house. one thing she did appreciate about this horrid area was the fact that due to how dim it was, she could see the stars clear as day. she would get absorbed within the sight of them at any given point in time. she's let her guard down for just a second to admire how beautifully they shined above her, giving her some hope that even though they weren't seen all the time, they still shined beautifully … and that's exactly the reason why she didn't see the fully blackened car following her trail, and why she didn't hear the door open, and why she didn't know that someone was standing right behind her until there was a hand covering her mouth and it was too late for her to run away.

a soft tune surrounded the entire floral shop that you had built from the ground up. as you put your phone on the hand free stand, your phone screen automatically turned on to reveal which track was playing: lover by taylor swift. you softly smiled as you grabbed a batch of bundled up flowers and put them in vases to showcase your advanced abilities to the multiple customers which would fill in the small gapped room.

it was springtime, and the demand for bouquets had sharply increased. it kept you busy since you worked alone. you didn't have the social battery to even ponder the idea of hiring anyone to assist you on day to day tasks that you have been effectively doing alone for years now. whenever you looked at the brightly painted hues that surrounded your shop, you couldn't help but admire all your hard work.

you didn't want to give anyone a piece of your success because you had done it all on your own, and nobody but you helped during all those years of struggling in order to achieve exactly what you had dreamt about since you were a kid. a simple childhood fantasy that you never thought would be brought to life. now that it was, you couldn't be happier. you were living the life of healing your inner child: your childhood dream had come true. the moment everything was prepared, right on the dot of 7:30am, you flipped over that 'closed' sign to an 'open' one, and continued with preparation tasks until customers began to flow into the building.

leon, age 21, an upcoming rookie to the raccoon city police department had an upcoming birthday to celebrate. He was typically a loner within the city, a man who had difficulty speaking to others without a sense of awkwardness, and had become quite close with an elder who lived nearby his living quarters. she had asked him for help numerous times, and he willingly agreed. soon enough, he was hanging around her place for more than what he could ever imagine. he'd just stay there and fix up the state of it, sit down and talk with her as he drank the homemade tea she placed in front of him, listen closely to all of the advice she could ever give someone about her own life experiences.

if you knew him you wouldn't be shocked to hear that he liked it. he liked being within the elder ladies' presence because he didn't feel so alone in that moment, and it was also the first time didn't present himself as awkward around someone. so, in thanks for all those moments which were shortly coming to a hold due to his recruitment process quickly progressing, he decided to get her a bouquet of flowers. he remembers how she stated that lily of the valley were one of her favorite that her husband would gift to her, and since that conversation they had tried to plant various types of flowers; however, the soil was too dry and it came out to be a bust for awhile until they were able to nurture it to health again. so, he's settling on a lily of the valley bouquet.

he had heard about a simple floral shop from the outskirts on the streets. it seemed to be quite popular amongst the community, always highly praised — especially the customer service. he didn't overhear a single bad comment, and it looked like everyone but him had bought from the store. as he stood in front of the store which had its own comforting atmosphere about it: a softness which could affect any state of heart. just by looking at the outside decorations which were different colored pots filled to the brim with beautifully placed flowers as if it was straight out of a magazine, he felt much more at ease to know his bouquet is in the best of hands.

when he opens the front door into the store, he is greeted once again with a brightness that seemed to be more of a secret rainbow oasis than a store. the inside was, too, decorated perfectly. the owner had already sold him the moment his eyes laid on the front door; and now, he was certain this would be his go-to spot for whenever he needed anything floral. though, the one thing that completely sold him into desiring to make an appearance more frequently than he expected him to was the gentle demeanor of the supposed owner who stood behind the front desk. you had been smiling at him as you observed him checking the area out. "welcome, please let me know if you have any questions." your tender toned voice flowed pleasantly off your tongue and into his ears, and somehow in that moment your voice had unknowingly became his favorite sound.

his mind went completely blank as his mouth had become agape at the sight of you who was wearing a knitted sweater that seemed to be thrifted, a black skirt that hugged your lower half's form alluringly so, and tights which shaped out the nature of your legs, finishing the look off with mary janes, and a ribbon which tied up into a loose ponytail in order to keep your hair away from the flowers as you worked which proved to be worthless due to the fact that shorter strands had slipped through and fell directly into your face. "okay." he replied dryly, sending you an awkward grin before he quickly turned around to internally curse at himself for his horrid social skills.

his hands fled into his blonde mess, shaking the ends of his hair as if he wanted to shake that entire exchange between you two from his mind. he used his hands as a cover to take another glimpse at the woman in charge of this store, giving you a side glance. he looked at you through a detective lens, closely analyzing your motions and body language. he tried desperately to find a flaw within your demeanor; however, he was met with only the gentle and addictive warmth that surrounded you.

you sent a patient smile his way while neatly bundling up another order that was made online. what caught his attention the most was your long lashes that had absentmindedly enticed your gaze, and those glistening lips that were covered in gloss. his tensed body eased as the weight off of his chest from his previous dispirited state had become history. it was that moment when he realized that the aura of the store wasn’t because of the flowers or the decorations … it was because of you. he took a quiet and deep breath as he mentally went through the script in his head a few times before walking up to the counter.

“what can i do for you today, sir?” you raised an eyebrow while delicately pushing the complex-looking bouquet to the side to give you some space to take on his in-store order.

he made sure that he cleared his voice before speaking to her. “i am looking to buy a bouquet which contains the flower called lily of the valley?” his voice slightly fell with each word that escaped his lips throughout the sentence, as if his confidence coming into the conversation had slowly faded away as well. he started to fidget with his hands which had started to become damper.

“oh, how lovely.” you commented, bobbing your head as you turned around from him and started to walk off. his eyes quickly followed your figure, especially the bouncing bow that was tied up by the laced ribbon which brought your entire appearance together. a simple gaze which mirrored a child's curiosity precisely. he’s never come into contact with someone with a bluntly affable nature such as yourself. “for a girlfriend?” your voice sounded far away and muffled but he could still clearly understand the words you were speaking due to your louder volume level.

“ah – no, no.. it’s a friend of mine's birthday.” he replied, denying the girlfriend's allegations suspiciously quick, but you didn't seem to pay any mind to such a defensive response. he was incredibly grateful for that alone, taking a breath of fresh air as he realized you weren’t going to investigate him further about it.

“how sweet of you.” you compliment his efforts, coming into view with the most pleasing flowers he has ever come into contact with. they were a pearly shade of white. It completely contrasted the darker shade of green which had been painted on the stem. maybe part of that decision was because the person who was holding them was giving him the most angelic gaze he has ever had the privilege to witness. he could’ve sworn that his cheeks started to feel a bit warmer as the sight of you had slowly become ingrained into his eyes. “these flowers have such a beautiful meaning and are typically used for romantic bouquets. that's why i asked that question.” you remarked, continuing to speak in order to close the silence which had fallen over the two of you as you placed down the flowers onto the side of your workspace.

leon’s curiosity peaked once again. he wasn’t knowledgeable in the department of flower meaning, actually he didn’t even know that they had denotations ... “what's the meaning behind them?” he interrogated you on your level of comprehension on the main subject of your business. he felt much more at ease than he did prior, letting his hands fall peacefully to his sides as he waited patiently for your response.

“they represent the promise of happiness.” you answered him in a quiet voice as you looked down to the flowers with a gaze that he shockingly couldn’t grasp the meaning in it. your eyes held such a bittersweet glimpse towards the fully blossoms as you attentively placed each one in a certain spot within the process of assembling the bouquet. “-- typically used for spring weddings.” you continued as your slender fingers continued to do their job in a perfect manner. he watched as the bouquet began to come to life. the purity behind innocent youthful love he had envisioned due to his elder lady friend and her late husband’s descriptive moments which held passion for one another being brought to the present. he was completely fascinated by the reasoning on how flowers could have such an effect on the heart as his own had emerged a sensation of burning.

“i like that: ‘a promise of happiness.’” he repeated, as his nude colored lips started to tug into a certain softness. he hadn’t always had the best track record in life whether it was something minor that went wrong which caused for the rest of his day to be burned to the ground, or a feeling which he pushed to the side for too long that came back to haunt him. he always found himself struggling in one way or another, and to think that there was a flower which definition was that happiness will come and find you, it was comforting.

“yeah, me too.” your reply coming out almost as a whisper, tying up the bouquet with a white ribbon which matched perfectly with the flowers. looking up to his face to get his reaction. you suddenly were hit with a sense of immense anxiousness that shot through your bones as he had been staring at you with those ocean blue eyes that captivated you just as much as the undulation of waves the second you met gazes with them. this was the first time that you actually took in his appearance, and you were incredibly thankful that you hadn’t looked up prior to this moment because you were able to keep your composure unlike now.

his level of beauty seemed to be incredibly unfair to your (and the rest of the female populations) heart. his hair was side-parted, overgrown ashy blonde hair which laid flawlessly on his face. he was wearing a loose leather jacket with a form fitting t-shirt underneath. your cheeks were flushed due to the man’s undermining beauty which caused your mouth to fall agape. your eyes quickly darted away from his, needing to calm yourself down to prevent any further unprofessional mannerisms. “here you – here you go.” you shamefully stuttered out as you blindly handed him the dolled up bouquet that you had finished, wanting for him to leave your proximity as fast as possible in order to ease the lump that had been tormentingly building up within your chest.

he nodded his head in understatement as he reached for the bouquet of flowers, his hand rested onto yours which immediately made your skin react to the sensation of his touch. the slightest bit of connection between your two bodies had sent an electric wave throughout the entirety of yours, which made you want to retract your hand even faster; yet, something inside you wouldn’t let you move. your eyes slowly met with his, and they seemed just as shocked as yours as if he was having the same side effects. your breath slightly hitched as the butterflies within your stomach were in an uproar. the longer you two stared at each other as if you had so much to ask one another – many topics that you wanted to speak to the other about were at the tip of your tongues; yet, inconveniently unable to be brought out from your minds.

it stayed like that for what seemed like hours, getting to know one another by just looking into the other's eyes; reading exactly what the other was feeling as if the inner emotions were on both of your sleeves. heartbeats synchronizing with the others, wanting nothing more than to explore what string between you two would cause such a rare habit to occur; however, life got in the way as another customer walked into the store – a usual.

“oh my, you always know how to decorate this place!” the newcomer stated as her hand went to her mouth in adoration at the appeal of the store. your hand immediately retracted itself from his, returning to your side as you moved your head to look past him and at charlotte, the interrupting usual.

“char, how nice to see you again.” you offered her a slight smile while waving your hand before you returned your gaze back onto leon. “thank you for coming here for your flowers, hopefully i’ll see you again …” you edged your sentence on to subtly ask for the most striking man’s name whom you will most definitely be dreaming about for the rest of your life.

“leon … leon kennedy.” he softly answered while twinkling. “and you are..?” you told him your name, which he reacted with a brighter smile (if that was even possible). “thank you for your assistance.” he added on, nudging the bouquet in his hands up to his face. in all honesty, if you didn't have any self control within the workspace you would have asked for his number right then and there.

“no problem!” you waved goodbye as you watched his fading figure leave your store. the moment that door closed, your face dropped into an apathetic one as you mentally bid the beauty goodbye forever before reluctantly continuing on with charlotte's order.

never would you have expected that you’d be seeing him again very, very soon.

#leon kennedy #resident evil leon #leon x reader #leon x you #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x oc #resident evil #fanfic #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfiction #resident evil fluff #resident evil series #oneshot #short story #self insert

[parkswritessometimes]

Cape

Egotober Day 1: Cape

Egotober by: @tracobuttons

“Chase? Come on dude, open up.” Marvin's fist connected to his friend's door sending shock waves throughout the apartment. Chase had locked the door almost twelve hours ago, smelling of sweet whiskey and smoke, stumbling around and mumbling about some random idiot who tried to hit him or something. “Chase! I swear to god if you don’t open this door, I’m going to get Jackie to break it down and you’ll be paying for it!”

Marvin waited and waited but there was no response. It had been almost a week since Chase went out like this. Usually the next day he’d get an ‘I’m alive’ text or a grumble at breakfast but there was nothing. No sounds, no message, nothing. His stomach twisted with fear, as hot tears formed in his eyes threatening to spill over. His hands grew hot with anger as his magic threatened to spill out. What if this was it? What if he had gone too far and…What if he was dead in that room?

“Chase Brody, I swear to God!” A fireball formed in Marvin’s hands as he rattled the doorknob, melting the brass into a pool of liquid metal on the floor. He pushed in the white door revealing a room of darkness. The blinds were shut as far as they could go, anything that could produce light was covered in blankets or towels. And Chase, poor Chase, wrapped in Marvin’s favorite cape curled up in the middle of his bed.

Marvin’s cruel scowl softened into a kind smile as he sat down next to his friend, his hand pressed up against Chase’s hot face. Waves of relief crashed onto Marvin nearly bringing him to tears as he watched Chase squeezed his eyes shut and roll over bringing his black cape over his throbbing head.

Most days Marvin would be furious about someone, even thinking about touching his stuff. Furry would build up as he would search and scour the house, turning every piece of furniture upside down only to have learned that Jackie had “put it away”. But he couldn’t bring himself to get mad at Chase. His friend curled up in his cape that he made with his own magic, warmed his cold heart.

“You alive in there?” Marvin asked gently, shaking his friend. “No.” “I think you’re lying to me,” Marvin tried to smile at his friend, peeling his black cape off of Chase. The smell of sweat and vomit hit Marvin all at once as he revealed his friend. The once-happy father laid curled around a bottle of his favorite whiskey. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, Chaser?” “Don’t want to. Just wanna rot.” Chase rolled over bringing the cape with him.

“I know you want to, but you don’t get to. So why don’t you get in the shower, and put on some clean clothes and I’ll get these sheets all cleaned up?” Marvin’s heart swelled as Chase mumbled some curse words before nodding, agreeing to the deal. Pops and crackling bones came from Chase’s body as he stretched his body, before getting out of bed, taking the cape with him.

The second the door closed to the bathroom, Marvin started stripping the sheets off the bed. Mysterious stains fought with the original light gray fabric for attention. Crumbs from late-night snacks fell to the floor as Marvin tossed the sheets aside. He grabbed fresh group linens from the closet and got to work. Pale yellow sheets and pillows brought new life into the room. Pillows lined up in perfect order with the perfect drape of the comforter brought a sense of control and cleanliness back to the room.

Steam poured out the door nipping at Marvin’s feet as Chase exited the bathroom. A fresh pair of sweatpants and a clean shirt now graced the poor man's frame, and on his shoulder’s Marvin’s cape. Marvin scooted over on the bed making room for his friend. The two leaned in close, taking comfort in each other's warmth.

“I-I really wanna stop drinking Marv, I really do.” “I know Chaser. I know.” “I try and try and every single time I fuck up and I can’t-I’m just so-” Marvin watched as Chase tried to get the right words out, but he didn’t need to. Marvin understood. Sobriety was terrifying, even 18 months clean Marvin could still feel the pull of his former addictions, beginning him for just one more chance. Just one more spell, just one more time.

“I know Chase, I know. But you gotta try.” Marvin bumped Chase getting his attention. “How about this, since you seem to love my cape so much, for every AA meeting you go to, you can keep it for the rest of the week.”

Chase pulled the cape close to his body. The black fabric acted almost as a shield to his soul. The galaxy fabric imbued with magic that lined the inside sent pulses of magic into Chase’s broken mind. “But you love this cape, and I-I stole it and you-” “Hey, that doesn’t matter, I’ll make a new one. And if this is what gets you to go to those meetings, it's worth it.” Marvin touched his forehead to Chase’s and wiped the stray tears that fell from Chase’s eyes. “I would give up anything if it meant that you were happy.” “Okay,” Chase nodded, “It’s a deal.”

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#jacksepticeye #writers of jack #writersofjack #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #egotober 2023

[thotsforvillainrights]

Guess whooooo?

Glad to see you are doing good, may i ask if you can do some fluff with all for one, where his s/o attempts again and again to scare him and fail miserably, only to one day manage to scare him so bad he doesnt scream, he *screeches*? Like that annoying anime girl scream? I beg of you, i need to read that!

(I absolutely cannot see him doing this HOWEVER because this is fanfiction and because it would be funny as hell, I'm going to make this a reality right now. I'll tweak it a tiny bit if that's okay with you!)

~Boo!~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

Twenty eight...twenty eight failed attempts to scare him in the past 2 weeks alone. You wanted to give up hope but the persistence within you would not subside just yet. To many this would be unimportant, but to you, admitting defeat (to no one in particular) was not an option. You were determined to scare him just once even if it were only by a small margin. So you sit waiting patiently on the cold bathroom floor, counting the tile and listening to the sounds around you. For a minute you think you hear something but as it turns out, on a small bird had unfortunately ran into the glass window. You shake your head and try to hold in your laughter, biting your tongue to remain silent. The poor thing would be okay so it was fine to give the situation a small chuckle.

You needed the entertainment anyway.

You'd been inside of the bathroom for hours now. Your dedication to the bit was phenomenal yet somehow crazy all at the same time. While you were waiting for the perfect time to ambush, he was just making his way back home from a meeting of sorts. Or really it could be classified as something else? He'd preferred to call it a meeting since that sounded the most civil way to explain things. He even stopped to wash the blood from his hands on the way home so that he wouldn't startle you. He was looking forward to seeing your face after today but you can imagine his slight surprise when you're not immediately waiting on him at the front door. It raised some eyebrows between him and the doctor who would be joining the two of you for dinner this evening again. Soon realization set in. All for one knew you were up to another one of your tricks when you didn't come still even after he called out to you. The man chuckled and turned toward the doctor, crossing his arms.

"I'd mind your back if I were you. Y/N has a bad habit lately of hiding and reappearing suddenly. I suppose it's a feeble attempt to scare me. Cute, but pointless nonetheless." He smiles and begins searching for you throughout the house. Your mind was still wandering when you suddenly heard the sound of doors opening and closing. You smirked and hunkered down in your small hiding spot. You could feel the energy building up within you, the excitement of finally being successful possibly. After all, this was the only place you haven't tried to get him within the entire mansion. It's bound to work right?! You question yourself mentally, shifting positions to hop out at any time. Your heart stops for just a minute when you hear the old gilded doorknob wiggling around/turning. The door opens and you hear a familiar voice.

"Nice try my dear but I know you're in here. It's the only place you haven't tried yes?" You silently cursed yourself at the thought. You hadn't expected him to also pay attention to that fact as well. This was supposed to be your advantage. "Y/N, make yourself known to me and perhaps I'll pity your pathetic failure with affection." Suddenly he reaches forward and snatches the shower curtain open to reveal...

nothing at all.

You smirk at the opportunity present and leap out of the linen closet inside the bathroom, ignoring the clean towels falling out onto the bathroom floor around you. It was almost the perfect moment had confusion not taken over your feeling of triumph.

"Did you...did you just squeal???"

#sorry this was a bit short! #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #afo #all for one #bnha all for one #scenario

[visceravalentines]

These Violent Delights

Remember earlier today when I said I couldn't write angst? Guess I lied. 😬

Inspired by the song Hysteria by Spiritbox, one of my absolute favorite bands.

2k words

Major character death at the hands of the reader. That's it, that's the fic. Violence including bludgeoning and stabbing. Zero happy ending. Gender-neutral but there is mention of reader wearing a female victim's shoes.

He knew something was wrong when you told him you didn't want to kill anymore.

He didn't make you. He needled you about it, tried to reason with you, bully you, even piled on the guilt. He actually made you feel guilty for not wanting to slaughter perfect strangers. But you stood your ground like you never had before, and eventually he backed off, reduced to snide remarks and grumbled complaints.

But the thing about no longer being complicit: what were you now? A bystander? Sure, you weren't the one who pulled the trigger and blew the brains out of that blonde girl with the cute shoes. But you stood back and watched, offered her no aid, and when you just couldn't get her blood out of the fabric of your sneakers, you took hers. They were your size.

You were a vulture. Living on carrion.

It reduced you the way killing never had. Killing had purpose. Killing was action, motion. This…this was purgatory. You were purposeless, no matter how clean you kept the house, no matter how tightly you clamped your jaw when a new batch of hapless souls wandered in. Slowly, insidiously, it started to drive you mad.

You thought about trying to talk him out of it. It, the whole thing, the whole operation. You thought about it, but you'd never give voice to those thoughts. He'd dismiss you. Wouldn't even dignify it with a quip about you going soft, wouldn't faze him at all. So you sat back and rocked on the porch and sipped beer like water as the screaming split the twilight.

When you found yourself in his playroom one night, you couldn't have recounted how you got there. You'd gone for a walk. That house was smothering. The town was no better. Every corner held a memory. Every building was a grave. The sidewalk was spotless only because you'd bleached out the bloodstains.

Your feet carried you through the station in the dark. You knew the walk by heart. Your steps were heavy on the stairs, fingers quiet on the doorknob. You did flip on the light in this room, horror movie fluorescents heaving to life.

The sight of this place almost made you smile. It was like Bo took the blackest, most rotten pieces of himself and left them here so he could go on living. It was a room designed for exorcism. It was so heavily burdened with misery - his own, that of his victims. What you felt for him had no name, just an ache deep in the soft wet warmth of your innards.

You examined the polaroids on the wall. There were almost a hundred by now. These were irredeemable. A scrapbook of suffering. You remembered some of the women. Others were before your time.

You sensed the weight suspended above you like the claws of an avenging angel: grief, shame, fear, rage, guilt, guilt, guilt. But it didn't land on your shoulders. It couldn't. You were numb to it now. Would you ever be able to feel those things again? Feel anything at all?

You were so deep in your own head you didn't even hear him come down. His voice was the first thing that broke into your reverie.

"Whatcha doin' down here?"

You didn't answer at first. He didn't speak again. He had so few words for you anymore. Something had shattered irreparably between you. Was it the killing? Or was it something else, something before?

"I'm leaving," you said suddenly. You turned to him. His expression was inscrutable. "I'm not coming back."

He looked at you with flint in his eyes, tongue running over his teeth behind his lip. "Y'know that ain't an option."

"It's the only option. If I don't leave I'll suffocate."

"I ain't gonna let you."

You felt something, for the first time in weeks. A bright red flower of anger blooming in your chest. "You can't fucking stop me."

"I can."

"No, Bo, you can't! You don't own me! I'm not part of this miserable goddamn family!"

He tilted his chin up, regarded you coolly. "Where you gonna go, darlin'? Y'ain't got a life left out there."

"You think I don't know that? You took everything from me! I cut every tie I had for you!"

"Your mistake." His voice was so infuriatingly level, maddeningly unaffected.

You had no more words for him. You pushed past him toward the door. His grip on your arm was anticipated.

"You ain't leavin'."

"Get off me." You twisted and he gripped harder. "Bo! You can't keep me here!"

"I can and I will."

You shot an elbow back, aimed at his diaphragm, connected but not hard enough as he folded away from you. You twisted your arm again, ignored the burning in your skin, managed to slip free and darted up the stairs.

"Darlin'!" he barked. "Get back here!"

You were almost at the top when his hand closed around your ankle, yanked the ground out from under you. Your face smashed into the edge of the top stair; a crunch; the immediate flood of blood from your nose. Gasping around it, you twisted to look at him over your shoulder.

"Sorry, baby, had to be done." He tugged you towards him.

How many times had you stood at the top of these stairs and helped him do this?

You didn't bother kicking at him, pulled your leg hard enough that his wrist slid and braced against your shoe, and then with a mighty jerk, your shoe popped off and your foot slipped through his grasp.

He was surprised for only a second, but you only needed a second. You were up, out, over the stairs and into the garage. You could hear him, feel him, tearing up the stairs after you.

You both knew he was faster than you, and you were almost waiting for his arm when it looped around your neck and jerked you back like a rabid dog. He pulled you to him, his breath hissing hot through his teeth into your ear.

"You ain't leavin'," he snarled. "You're gonna rot in this shithole with the rest of us."

He was hauling you back toward the stairs, his arm crushing your windpipe harder than you expected. Panic, unbidden, flushed your veins and you clawed at his sleeve, his scars, your eyes rolling wildly in search of something, anything -

Crowbar.

Your hand swung for it aimlessly. The cold metal hit square in the center of your palm. You gripped it, yanked it so hard the nail it hung on was ripped from the wall and shot across the room. You heard the hitch in his breath as he saw it arcing toward him, felt him brace for the hit, felt the impact on the back of his skull inches away from you.

His arm went slack and you broke away, spinning, panting. Bo slumped against the wall, dazed, looking at you with disbelief scribbled across his features.

"You fuckin'...." He screwed his eyes up, grunted, shook his head in slow motion.

There was a roaring in your ears. You spat blood on the floor. Somewhere, a tether broke. You cocked your arm back again and lunged at him.

He caught your wrist, barely, flung you past him and down the stairs. Your momentum was too great to stop yourself, but you seized his collar and you fell together, tumbling over one another, landing in a heap at the bottom. You lost the crowbar, heard it clang across the floor to a corner unknown.

He was up on all fours, scrambling on top of you, and you slapped at his face, trying to crawl away backwards into the playroom, your sock slipping on the smooth floor. His hand wrapped around your jaw and he slammed your head against the ground once, twice.

The pain in your skull and your broken nose was a blinding, blistering white flash that made your stomach churn. You kicked him in the groin, drove your fist into the side of his head, earned a split second of reprieve and scrabbled your way out from under him.

You lurched up unsteadily, backing away, dead end, no way out. The look in his eyes as he staggered to his feet was bloodcurdling. If you lived through this, if he managed to subdue you, you would die. It would take months.

"Where you gonna go?" he taunted hoarsely. "You're never gonna see the outside of this room again."

Your hand found the pocket knife clipped to your waistband. He's the one who taught you never to leave home without a weapon. Your fingers wrapped around the handle, thumb flipping open the blade. His eyes darted to the knife and back to your face and by the time his gaze refocused you were on him.

He put his hands up to stop you, delay you, but you could not be stopped. You drove the knife up under his ribs to the hilt, drew it back, thrust it in again two inches down, drew it back. His blood wept over your fingers, his hands were on your face, in your hair, gouging at your eyes, but you tucked your chin down and stabbed blindly again and again. The handle was slick. Your fingers slipped over the blade and the pain was dull and secondary.

He threw his weight at you and you crumbled, taking him with you, crumpling to the floor. You wrapped your arms around him and plunged the knife into his back over and over with such force your clenched fist thudded against his back, until his breathing diminished from a rattle to a whisper. The lights were flickering, or maybe you were losing consciousness, falling into a nightmare, waking again and again.

You shoved him off of you, got up on hands and knees, stabbed the knife into the left side of his chest and left it there. The light in his eyes was faint and fading. You knew he couldn't see you. You dragged yourself around his body, lifted his shoulders with shaking arms, laid his head in your lap.

There were no more words. You touched his face, leaving it bloodstreaked. It had been so long since you'd killed someone. You'd almost succeeded at forgetting the euphoria of it, the hum of victory in your nerves. You were exhausted, spent to the bone, the pain in the various reaches of your body blending into a single, subatomic roar. You bent low over him, stroking his cheek, until the wet sucking of his breathing ceased altogether.

Hysteria.

No screaming, no sobbing. Just the buzzing of a thousand flies beneath your skin. The leaching of color from your vision. The swing of the world on its axis was too fast, made you motion sick.

You craned your head back, sightless. You would never leave this room. You would run. You had to run. But you would forever be here, on the floor, licking a mess of blood and saline off your lips, his hair sticky under your hand. You should've let him kill you. You should've let him kill you. Maybe then you'd feel something. Something besides the gnawing, all-consuming emptiness that only surged in strength now that you were drawing breath in a world without him.

Hours passed, or minutes. His body never grew cold, remained horribly warm to the touch even as the blood ceased flowing and the pain in your head and hands pierced through the fading adrenaline. You'd thought you were exhausted before. This was different. You were a shambling assembly of pieces barely conscious.

Nothing special triggered your movement. One minute, you were lifeless, the next, you were lifting his head off your lap and sliding out from under him. You discovered the last unbroken piece of your heart when you set his head down on the hard concrete floor as gently as possible. That final shard snapped with a sharp and tinkling sound.

You rose to your feet and climbed the stairs without looking back. You left the garage, cast a glance up the street at the house, brightly lit on the hill. There was nothing for you there.

Limping, wearing one shoe, cradling your sliced hand to your chest, you started down the road. The stars were incredible overhead. It was a clear and beautiful night.

All you could see were fluorescents.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair fanfiction #house of wax fanfiction #fuck dude i hate it and i love it #my writing

[gwendolyn-of-loxley]

N7 Month Day 29: A rookie all over again...

The first thing he wasn't used to was the car.

Over his years of service in the Alliance and to the galaxy as a whole, John Martin Shepard had experienced many forms of travel. Automobile, aeromobile, all-terrain, ultra-terrain, spaceship, dive suit, chat-filled elevators, and miniaturized Mass Relays. But none of them had the context of the four-wheeler he was sitting in with Tali.

She drove. The car was quarian-designed, and his leg pain had been acting up earlier, so she let him sit in peace while she took the wheel. There was, of course, a joke thrown in about John's driving style being too chaotic for civilian traffic. He took it in stride with a laugh and a smile. Secretly, he loved watching her drive. He loved watching her focus on something.

The second thing he wasn't used to was the quiet. Granted, it wasn't bad. They rode along in a very comfortable silence. They knew where they were going (home). Knew what they would be doing (rest). Knew who they would be doing it with (each other). There would be opportunity enough to chat in the days to come. They had plenty of time, and plenty of wonderful new things in their future.

As they cruised beside the ravine, John glanced out the window, watching the lights of neighborhoods and construction. They had staked their claim on the crest of a hill. Tali had claimed the spot during the war, and that claim was honored by the Conclave in light of her and John's accomplishments. They wouldn't be in total solitude; the primary Neema settlement site was less than ten minutes away by car, and communications systems were all set. But they'd earned their space.

Tali spoke up. "Here we are," she said softly. She brought the car to a gentle stop a few yards away from the front.

"Walls, a door, and a roof," John said, his smile persistent. "Crazy how rare that is in a galaxy this big." He took Tali's hand and she squeezed it.

The third thing John wasn't used to was a house. It was borderline bizarre, walking to the front door, suitcase in hand. It was almost alien, gripping the doorknob and pushing his way into the building. The inside was lovely. The walls were a lovely shade matching the rock outside; there had been design cues taken from vertices between pre-Morning War quarian interior decoration and southwestern North American design from Earth. The house itself was technically a fancy pre-fab, but it was a garnished pre-fab, with glass windows and an analogue door, rather than an automatic one.

It was beautiful.

He turned to his partner. The love of his life. The admiral he pledged himself to with gusto and vigor. She looked back at him, hand gripping her wrist, a common sign of nervousness for her.

"Well," she asked. "What do you think?"

He let his cane lean up against the wall by the door, taking her hands in his. "It's perfect, Tali. Perfect."

Tali made a noise, one that almost incited laughter in the Spectre. "Well, we can definitely add to the decorations," she began, "and once enough progress has been made, we can build a more conventional home... but it is wonderful to finally be here."

Pulling each other into a hug, the two stood in silence. He was a rookie to this. Retirement. Settlement. Silence. They both were. But they would learn together, now that they were home.

#n7month #rookie #I know this is a bit early but I wanted to participate #mass effect #rannoch #tali'zorah vas normandy #commander shepard #although I think at this point he's probably captain #shali

[therewasatale]

hideout

On Ao3.

Summary: McCullum tracked down the vampire-doctor in one of the hideout.

Note: its the same night after the Mary fight

They finally found one of the hideouts, and this time they were able to track the leech to it. And they have arrived with a plane to kill him.

Geoffrey pulled himself up on the torn balcony, and signaled to the two to other hunter. He just had to lure the bloodsucker out in the open, it won't be that hard. He just need to get his attention, and the creature would try to run, like this leech always did.

Still, he held his sword in his left, just in case, as he slowly made his way towards the window. He had to make sure not to make a sound, every kind of vampire had keen hearing. Even one tiny sound and he could slip out of their hands.

With a drumming heartbeat, and the adrenalin rushing over his body, he had to focus even more to his movements.

There was only a candle lighting inside the room. God's know how long the place had been abandoned. This part of the city was affected by the Spanish flu at least as much as the docks. Most of the houses were empty, quarantined. These buildings provided the perfect hiding place for vampires.

He took a quick look inside; the vampire was sitting at a workbench that was placed against the wall.

Geoffrey waited until he could hear something other than his own heartbeat, before peering in again. The Ekon still didn't notice him, he held his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table. There was a torn rose laid next to the candle.

Maybe, he was already half asleep, a thought run cross in McCullum's mind, but his instinct cautioned him.

You should never underestimate a leech, Carl always told him. That was his first lesson followed by a great many others.

Geoffrey waved to his companions again to be ready, they secured their weapons with a nod. A shotgun, and a flamethrower.

The leader of the Guard took a deep breath as he turned back towards the door. His hand slowly settled on the doorknob, his muscles tensed.

"I'm so sorry."

The painful sob coming from inside stopped him.

"Please, Mary. Forgive me, I-"

Geoffrey was petrified.

"I didn't mean to-. God, what have I become?" Reid let out a tired cry that echoed in the room. His sobs filled not just the room, but the air around McCullum. "I will found out who did this to us, I will...I will...I must..." the broken words ended in another sob.

The hunter stared at the door. This wasn't supposed to happen. That bloody creature shouldn't sound this much like a human.

His fingers tightened around the cold metal in his hand.

"I'm sorry-" the Ekon's tears didn't seem to stop, his pain took over him, and pushed him into true despair.

McCullum took a step aside, his left hand was still on the doorknob, but his eyes were fixed on Reid's shaking body. The doctor buried his fingers into his hair. He was gripping his scalp and maybe he didn't realize that he was hurting himself, or didn't care. But the hunter was able to see the fresh blood running down on his neck.

He saw people like him before; fathers, brothers, or lovers who lost their loved ones, and grief, anger and pain tormented their soul. He himself was like this, after that night. If he closed his eyes, he was still able to feel the mud under his knees, the rain soaking his clothes and the smell of death and blood. But the worst was the never healing crack that run through his soul and it almost broke him.

His fingers left the doorknob.

"Geoffrey?" One of the hunter called out for him, but he didn't answer.

He shouldn't see Reid like this, he shouldn't feel sorry or pity for such a creature. He could lie to himself; that this was all just an act, that the doctor sensed him and now he played with him. It would be so much easier.

Just march in, take advantage of the surprise and strike down on the creature.

But he couldn't do that, not this night.

Reid's shoulders were still shaking, even when his voice didn't reach him anymore. His body hunched over the table, his finger still in his hair, but maybe he didn't bury his fingernails into his scalp anymore. Maybe the fog of exhaustion took over, and let him breath. The pain will come back, it always did, but after sometimes it didn't sting that deep. But until it does subside a lit, he will have to deal with the waves of grief.

McCullum without a sound walked to the edge of the balcony and lowered himself down.

"What? What are you doing?" Thomas raised an eyebrow, his dark blue eyes watched their leader carefully.

"He just left the building, teleported out the other door."

"How? We checked and-"

"We weren't careful enough." McCullum stepped between them and began jogging towards a nearby street. "Come on, we have to hurry, it couldn’t make it too far yet, we still have a chance to catch up with it.

The two Priwen exchanged glances, Jim, the younger, turned immediately, following the order without a word. Thomas did the same, but after a couple of steps he stopped and glanced back over his shoulder. The light of the candle was still flickering in the window.

"Tom, move your arse!" McCullum shouted back. As they left the building behind, the leader of the Guard tried to forget about the grieving Ekon.

#vampyr #vampyr fanfiction #vampyr 2018 #jonathan reid #geoffrey mccullum #dr reid #copper

[mochiwrites]

AT YOU, KICKS YOUR DOOR DOWN MOCHI OH MY GOD YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES i love me some character whumping

ANYEWAY OH MY GOD YES! ITS BACK! SONGBIRD AU!!! my beloved. my little criture in a jar. For the spookiest of seasonings. AND its the story whos title made me the most 👀👀👀

Grian's spidey sense for danger and weird and creepy is so. It is. Mmm yes. I could like feel the dramatic zoom in on the doorknob and the atmosphere dlkgaagads. I can see the cinematic shot in my mind. it is everything to me and ITS! THE PACING! IT IS SO WELL DONE!!!

god that wrong wrong wrong wrong wrONG part is going to rattle around in my brain forever.

Also I highkey know nothing about taurtis bc this is the first fanfic ive ever seen him in and i havent watched [or whatever it is you do w] yhs?? idk what it is actually at all. but. 👀👀I like him. I feel like i know enough about him to be thoroughly invested in whats making grians spidey senses throw so FAR OFF INTO THE VOID

Also I love a shopping montage that goes from 2000s teen comedy film to late 2000s summer horror flick wowow. The SHOPKEEPER is so CREEPY oh my GOD. is he meant to be cubs old skin I wonder bc I feel like. you mentioned something about Cub which I will not mention here bc i cant remember if it was a mentioned thing on your blog or in our dms but 👀👀I am Eyeing Him. My Eye is Upon him.

AND THEN THE ANXIETY IN A LEG BOUNCE IS JUST DFKLHHSDG THE UP DOWN UP DOWN UP DOWN IS SO GOOD TO GET THE SENTENCE STRUCTURE FOLLOWING THE SAME BOUNCING!!! AH!!! The way it pinpointed the focus of the entire scene is just. magnidficent. I love it so much.

I LOVE HIM JUST GOING TO MR JUMBO HIMSELF AND JUST BEING LIKE "Nope Im in you dont get a choice hi hello" because. AHHHH yes!!! yes!!!!!!!!! force your way in grian!!!! do it!!!! its gonna make a mess and its PERFECT!!!!!!! esp considering the circus fic comes after that and the published chapter has already made a MESS of grian I am OBSESSED.

I need to watch season 7 I need to consume og grumbot back on your grum and jrum. I want to know about the Son. I feel like I never seen mumbo w like. Kids around. I feel like a lot of the fics I see its like Scar and Grian so im like 👀👀👀look at my mumbo man.

I dont want to call it a bit but its 11 pm for me and my brain cant think of what its actually called so the way the bit dies on Mumbos lips as soon as he sees how upset grian is???? is ???????? I am?????/ yes.

G O D i love this!!! There's like this real heart and soul of 'something deeply serious is happening but theres an adventure here too" that makes me want to gnaw on something I love this so much kdslag

MY DOOR !!!!!! HOW DARE !!!!!!!!

fun fact this was supposed to be the second fic that went up but I finished it first sooooo cbfbfbfgf just in time for spooky season >:3c

I had a Little too much fun writing that door scene omg. I’m really trying to work on my horror writing abilities and building up suspense is always my favorite part !!! repeating phrases <3333

and GOD THE SHOP KEEPER PART !!!! all I will say is: good times ahead ;3

that hospital scene is absolutely one of my favorite bits of writing, For Sure. the build up of anxiety and guilt that grian feels, and it accumulates into him barging into mumbo’s house and yelling at him…. it sets a Wonderful stage for dragging gri in and making a mess of things.

I’m super excited to really start to dig into the lore and the happenings of the situation at hand aaaaaaa !!!! but there’s a journey here and we have to walk that journey with the characters and experience it through their eyes and <3333 it’s gonna be really fun !!!!

#mochi speaks #songbird’s blood au #vampire!mumbo #human!grian

[nygmcbblepot]

Chapter Four-

TW: Mentions of smut ( I didn't go all out with it since i've never written it before), and his scars

It has been a few weeks since you and Frederick has started dating. You had gone on two dates and were already planning the third.Everything was going perfect.  You were curling you hair to get ready for work. You tossed on a pair of scrubs, finished your hair, did your makeup, and left. once you arrived, you were treated by Frederick.

“Hey! are you busy by any chance tonight?” He walks with you into the building trying to be a bit discrete. Frederick was trying to keep your relationship out of work and so were you. You didn’t wanna be seen as the girl that is dating the boss.

“nope! I don’t have any plans. Why? What’s up?” you walk with him into his office.

“Would you wanna come over tonight? We could order out and watch a movie? Or if you have any ideas, I will take suggestions.” You nod and kiss his cheek.

“That would be lovely.” You walk towards the door, about to start doing your rounds until he starts talking.

“I’ll pick you up at Six. Also, by any chance did you happen to tell anybody about us together?” You drop your hand from the doors doorknob and turn around.

“No… I was going to tell my family after our third date. Why?” You start getting fidgety with your fingers.

“I just wanted to ask. I just want our work relationship to be professional and don’t want other coworkers getting involved.” he walks over to you and hugs you. “You should probably get to work,” He says opening the door.

 …

Once you got home from work, you took off your scrubs, took a shower, and put on more comfortable clothes. You knew that you both weren’t going anywhere other than his house. You grabbed a pair of tennis shoes and waited for him by the door. A few minutes later, there was a knock at your door. He was here.

..

Once you guys got back to his house, he put on whatever that was on tv. You were nervous about the third somewhat date. The third date meant the first actual kiss. 

“Im ordering from the vegan place we ate at before. What would you like to order?” he hands you his phone with the menu pulled up. This time you wanted to try something different instead of the vegan pasta you had order previously.

 “I’ll try the chicken less chicken wrap, please and thank you.”  You hand him back his phone. Fred stepped aside to call to order the food. Within an hour, your food had arrived. 

…

 Once you guys had finished eating, you watched a movie together on the couch. You had been mindlessly scrolling through Netflix for a movie you both could agree upon watching

“Oh! What about The Princess Bride?” 

“ Frederick, I love that movie but no I want something a little more.. adult. Preferably horror. There’s Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the-“

“Hell no. I refuse to sit and watch a movie about sexually active brainless teenagers that will piss me off the entire movie”

You sigh and search for La La Land on the Television.

“What about this?”

You guys finally agree upon La La Land after a good thirty or so minutes of searching.

Once the movie had ended, you helped him clean the little mess you both made with the food. 

“Would you wanna stay the night? I have an appointment with Alana Bloom and Will Graham later in the morning but can drop you off at your house before work if you’d like.” 

“I don’t wanna be a pest to you.” You say to him as he grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him.

“Never. I promise you’d never be a pest. If you are becoming one, i’d be sure to tell you” 

You start to get a weird feeling in your stomach. It felt like butterflies but also like when you’ve reached the top of the rollercoaster and then the rollercoaster starts speedily going downward. That’s when it happened. The first kiss. The kiss turned into more. Soon enough, you both were topless on his couch, making out. It wad the first time you had seen all of his scars. You had smudged his makeup off of the bullet scar at some point during the make out. You were slowly rubbing on the spot where he had been cut open and started making your way down. You started kissing up and down the scar, getting close to his crotch area. 

“Before we continue, can we take this back to your bedroom?” You ask getting off of him. 

He gets up and takes your hand, leading you into his bedroom. Once you arrived in the bedroom, he gently pushed you onto the bed  You started stripping the remainder of clothes you had on and so did he.

…

You woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast being made. You quickly got up and put on one of Fredericks shirts and panties before leaving the bedroom. The shirt was perfectly oversized. You left the bedroom and walked downstairs to the kitchen seeing your man cooking pancakes and had two cups up freshly brewed coffee sitting on the counter top. 

“Breakfast smells great, babe,” You say accidentally seeing the word babe slip out. He seemed a bit taken back at first but then answered.

“Thank you. Everything should be done shortly… darling. I’ll drop you off at your place after to get ready before work.” He smiled and finished cooking the pancakes.

…

Once you both had finished eating, he drove you back to your place. As you were driving to work, you couldn’t stop thinking about the previous night. Honestly, that was probably the best sex that you have had in a while. Once you got to work, you pulled out your phone and texted Frederick: Hey! Good luck at your meeting today. maybe after work we could go get a drink or something ;)

After you sent it, you started doing rounds. 

…

It had been almost 4 hours since you had sent the text and checked your phone for a response. But to your surprise, it said “Delivered 10:30.” Your mind had been going wild with why he didn’t answer. Was he regretting everything? Does he want to break up? Is he injured? You tried calming yourself down by eating some of your lunch and doing breathing exercises. But eventually, your mind won and your thoughts came flowing. Your first though was to call him. you knew that he might not be able to answer because who knows how long Will Graham and all of them wanted to talk. But it was worth a shot. you called and His phone went straight to voicemail. Maybe it was dead. At this point, you needed to get back to work since you had only 2 hours left before you could leave. So you decided that after your shift, you can try to contact either Alana or Will just to see if his phone had died and if he was okay. As if somebody knew what you were thinking, you got a phone call from Jack Crawford expecting it to be a work related call. Little were you aware that what he was about to tell you on this phone call, you change your life. 

#frederick chilton x reader #frederick chilton #raul esparza #chilton x reader #hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader

[bellafragolina]

—Chatting—

Prompt; How do certain Pokémon species live in human-like houses in the Mystery Dungeon world? Wings cannot grasp doorknobs.

—Checklist Anon

Sometimes they’re dexterous enough!! But I imagine most of the time, to open doors the flying types with no arms use their feet! I don’t remember what the doors on the buildings look like in the game, but I imagine it’s those with the long handles that you just push down to open the doors! Perfect for birdies!

Otherwise, maybe their homes have open skylights? Thus they can just easily descend into their homes without much worry for doors! Kinda like how it is in the post office!!

Does that make any sense?

~Renee

#checklist anon