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vivwritesfics · 7 days

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Vampire!oscar with human girlfriend who wants him to feed from her

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okay so this is at the top of my inbox but @biancathecool and i coincidentally had a conversation about this and here we are

warnings: blood drinking talked about (human and animal mentioned)

Oscar used to eat well. Before he met her, before he fell in love, he ate like, well, a king. He didn't care who he fed from, as long as he was eating well.

But then he fell for a human. He hadn't expected it, hadn't expected to want to do anything but feed from her once he met her. He'd pushed her hair to the side and had felt his teeth elongate.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't puncture her neck and feed from her. Most humans enjoyed it. It was a euphoric feeling, as they slowly drifted into an eternal sleep.

Oscar kissed her neck. He forced his teeth back and pressed his lips to her neck. She ended up in his bed that night.

Even after he had slept with her, Oscar didn't want to let her go. A human that made him not want to feed on humans? Why should Oscar want to let her go?

When they began dating, Oscar stopped feeding on people. He couldn't bring himself to do it, couldn't bring himself to harm someone. Not since he met her.

Animal blood didn't sustain him like human blood did. Oscar ignored the signs his body gave him, the signs of his body growing weaker. He used to be incredibly strong, incredibly fast, but not anymore.

She noticed this change in Oscar, and it was incredibly worrying. He hadn't told her what he was yet. But, when she cornered him, almost crying because she seriously thought he was dying, he told her. He revealed his teeth and let his eyes glow.

But still, something was wrong. He didn't tell her what was wrong, but she knew it was something.

And then she realised that she'd never seen him feed. Maybe he did. Maybe it was in secret, but she'd never seen it.

"Hungry, baby?" She asked one day as she sat down and moved her hair away from her neck.

Oscar couldn't hide the way his stomach growled. But still he said, "No, I'm fine," he said and kissed her cheek.

But then she climbed into his lap and stared at him, her expression stern. "Oscar, come on," she said, tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck to him. "I know you're hungry."

Oscar bowed his head, pressing it against his shoulder. "Starving," he replied, his voice gravelly. "But I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay," she whispered as she ran her hands through his hair. "I trust you to stop."

Oscar lifted his head from her shoulder. His teeth slipped down and he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing softly. But then she felt his sharp teeth graze over her soft skin. A gasp left her lips and Oscar pulled away, but she shook her head. "Keep going."

Oscar sank his teeth into her flesh. "Shit," she cried, but it came out more like a whine. Oscar pulled his teeth away and licked her skin. A soft moan left her lips as Oscar began drinking from her. It really was a euphoric feeling, one she wouldn't mind feeling for the rest of her life.

Even when she began growing light headed, she didn't register it. It felt too damn good. It was only when her gasps few weak and her eyes began fluttering shut that Oscar pulled away.

He licked his teeth as he looked at her. Shit, he had gone too far. She looked so incredibly weak. "Oh fuck," he said, pulling her against his chest. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he gasped as she weakly lifted her hand to his face. "I didn't mean-"

"Shhhh-ut the fuck up," she mumbled. "I'm fine. I'm alive. And that was incredible."

But Oscar wouldn't be feeding from her again, not for a long time (no matter how much she loved it).

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paperweight91 · 2 months

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We’ve been teasing and scheming all week, now it is time to announce our full AU. We’re All Monsters will be co-written by @krirebr and me! Kris will be handling our Vampires and I will be handling our Werewolves. But don’t worry that doesn’t mean they all won’t be meeting each other throughout this AU. As for how? Well you’ll just have to wait and see.

This will be building off of Kris’ Psycho Killer AU and will feature some of, if not all the CE characters we know and love.

We’ve outlined the reader pairings and nicknames below, we hope you’re as excited as we are to delve into the supernatural with us!

Andy Barber - Runner

Ari Levinson - Queenie

Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen - Angel

Frank Adler & Pete Brenner - Dove

James Mace - Sneak

Johnny Storm - Cutter

Lloyd Hansen - Snipe/Spitfire

Ransom Drysdale - Little Rabbit

Steve Rogers - Sunshine

#we’re all monsters #vampire!au #werewolf!au #supernatural!au #andy barber #ari levinson #curtis everett #jake jensen #frank adler #pete brenner #james mace #johnny storm #lloyd hansen #ransom drysdale #steve rogers

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thetypingpup · 1 year

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Imagine eating out vampire!Yeosang for the first time.

Yeosang falls back against the pillows, his jaw dropping to let out a moan of pleasure. The candlelight casts a flickering sheen over his sharp fangs. The only sounds in the room are his frantic, breathy moans, and the slick slide of your mouth moving up and down on his cock. He didn’t think it was possible for him to sweat anymore, and yet perspiration makes his skin shine from the exertion, glimmering beautifully in the light. For the first time in so long, his blood courses through his veins at a brisk pace, and he can feel his heart hammering in his chest. Even as you swallow around his length, you can’t help but stare at him. Yeosang, lost to the throes of pleasure, is truly a sight to behold. His pretty features are contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed above his half lidded eyes, his scarlet gaze glowing and boring into your own. His long tresses of black hair frame his face. You can see his sculpted chest rise and fall from where his frilled shirt is parted in the center, ruffles of cotton framing the muscles enticingly. Even the last remnants of your own blood staining the corner of his lips make him look ethereal, like the nocturnal monster, contrasting the decidedly submissive position he’s in. The contrast has your clit pulsing with excitement, beyond satisfied that you have this creature of the night at your mercy.

As soon as his pleasure begins to mount, you stop. It takes everything in you not to relent and give him what he wants when he whines for more. Such wanton need pitches his voice beautifully, and you almost want to make him cum now to draw out more of those beautiful sounds. But as much as you’d love to bring him to the edge now, you both want to make him wait, and try something new while his body is alight with pleasure.

Dipping down lower, you pull back from his cock, your lips trailing along his inner thighs. Already, his core tightens in anticipation, and he watches your every move with rapt attention. You trace the muscles of his thighs slowly, making sure he savors the warmth of each press of your lips. His grip tightens on your hair, his legs parting more to give you more room. Your own hands dip down, fitting to the curve of his ass before squeezing softly. Already, he sighs in excitement, angling his hips up as if asking for more. Pressing your thumbs right against the curve of his ass, you spread him open, revealing his clenching hole. You glance up at him, brows quirked inquisitively, and he nods emphatically, telling you to go ahead.

The prolonged wait was worth it, because the moan he lets out when your tongue sweeps over his tight ring of muscle is the most gorgeously erotic sound you’ve ever heard. The flames spike suddenly, casting a brighter gleam onto the room. Your tongue roves languidly, circling his hole, applying just enough pressure to have him sighing out moans. His legs rest on your shoulders, thighs clenching on either side of your face, and you let yourself sink into the embrace. You lick at his entrance, picking up the pace in time with his eager moans and tugs on your hair. His balls rest right atop your nose, surrounding you in the thick musk of his arousal, and you feel yourself clench just at his inviting scent.

His chest stutters. His hips twist and squirm. His deep moans turn to high pitched whines in a matter of moments. The longer you have him submerged in this new type of pleasure, the more the shadows recede. The flames atop the candelabra candles grow bigger, brighter, almost completely eliminating the darkness in the room. The luminescence builds in intensity in time with his mounting pleasure, flickering more incessantly as his release fast approaches. He bucks his hips up against your mouth, pleading for more. He writhes over the silken sheets, singing your praises without being prompted. The tip of your tongue dips just past the tight pucker of his entrance and that’s when he cries out, his howl of bliss not unlike that of a lycan. His cock bobs, precum beading at the tip and sliding down his length in subtle rivulets.

His impending release closes in, rapidly approaching the deeper you slide your tongue inside him. Never has he had someone explore him so intimately, and he absolutely revels in it. He lets you stretch him open, first with the gentle press of your tongue, and then with the slick slide of your probing fingers. His legs slide off your shoulders, falling open impossibly wider, welcoming you in deeper and deeper. He already feels he can cum like this, with his cock completely untouched, with his balls simply caressing your face with the barest contact. But it’s when you hit a spot within him he didn’t know was there, when your fingertips gently massage a sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him, that he cries out to the moon and cums hard. He arches up, clenching around you in fluttering pulses. The fires burn so brightly, so intensely, that the flames atop the candle wicks sound like a fireplace flare. You pull your face back, working him through it with your skilled fingers. His cum lands on your face in thick, hot rivulets of release, sliding down your cheeks and right past your parted lips, and the corner of your lips quirk in a grin as the delectable taste settles on your tongue.

As soon as he comes down, the flames dissipate, leaving only dying embers atop the wicks. The shadows come back, as does the glow of the moonlight streaming in from the window. You kiss along his inner thighs and hips as he comes down, grounding him, all the while staring at him in his post orgasm haze. He’s as beautiful as ever, sweat glistening atop his brow, his hair sticking to his face, a pink flush tinting his skin from the exertion of it all. Even in his centuries of existence, he has never experienced anything like that, and you’re all too eager to show him more.

#ateez smut #ateez yeosang smut #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!ateez #sub!yeosang #sub!ateez yeosang #*boom* vampire!yeosang #the pup actually types #monsterfucking #supernatural!au #ateez x reader #ateez x you

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girl8890 · 2 years

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JK | The Wolf Within You

word count: 2.2k

Summary: Arranged marriages always seemed to be so boring on the outside. A treaty pairing the two wolf clans together was the only reason you and Jungkook got married in the first place. But once you saw the little omega shy away from you, holding onto his sleeves for dear life, you knew your marriage was going to be anything but boring.

Paring: Omega!Jungkook x Alpha!Reader

Genre: supernatural!au, arranged marriage!au, smut, some fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!jk, pwp, vaginal sex, oral sex (m), oversensitivity, orgasm denial, reader is a little minx, repeated orgasms, bondage, jealousy, use of the word “slut” once, pain!kink, humiliation!kink, marking!kink, biting, hickeys, blood, praises, begging

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Standing above your dear husband sends a thrill through you. Him clawing at his retrains, cock hard and free but with no way to relieve himself. It’a a beautiful sight. And he is beautiful with all your past markings upon his skin, the ones you carved out with your teeth and claws to remind him who he belongs too.

If anyone were to tell you a year ago you would enjoy being married, you would have laughed in their faces. You only got married because it was your duty as the head alphas daughter to marry an omega from another clan. You remember screaming, pleading with your father not to marry you off to some random omega. Men always - even omegas - found a way to use you.

Vanilla sex wasn’t your thing, and you often found yourself in the bed of omegas that felt the same. But you knew not every person, especially other wolves, were like that. They saw a young female like you and wanted to claim you, defile you, ruin you and make you their submissive.

You wanted none of that, and thinking that would be your life if you were forced to marry made your blood boil with hate. It wasn’t until you actually met the omega, that your whole outlook on the idea changed.

Jeon Jungkook, your husbands name is. A virgin at the time, and one that was shyer then a bunny being cornered by a bigger animal. Seeing him, you happily gave your vows, and on the night of your wedding you taught him just how wonderful your life together was going to be. Exactly how it is now.

Him underneath you, looking like the bunny you referenced earlier, and you the big bad wolf stalking to eat him up. You lick your lips, excitement coursing through you as you think of all the ways you’ll be mating your husband tonight.

Your decked out in the skimpiest of laundries. Black like your wolf, but with a singular white flower etched on the breast of the corset to signify Jungkook’s wolf. When Jungkook walked into the room, finding you with two ropes in hand and standing like the bad ass you are, he ran to the bed almost tripping half way there as he stripped of his clothing.

Jungkook may have not known what he was getting into marrying you, but the pleasurable senses you’ve ignited in him since that has only served to make him happy you did. Jungkook easily fell for your after that first night in bed with you. He especially loved the markings that still carved his skin from your bites. Him often touching them when your not around and smiling fondly at them. And now he’s here, withering underneath you and struggling to breathe as he waits for you to finally touch him.

“P-please, wife- Ah!”

You bend down and bite his cafe when he calls you wife. That title is only used when you two are around the pack, but once your bedroom doors close titles are banished from your minds.

“Wife, is not my name, Jungkook. What happened to my good little boy?”

Jungkook curses at himself for forgetting one of your rules for play. Even as he moans when your sharp claws start to scrape up his legs, he hates when you call him a bad boy. He hates you thinking of him as a bad boy. He always wants to be good for you.

“N-no, no! I’ll be good, I promise… y/n.”

You smirk as you see your little omega start to shake out of nerves. Jungkook is always so fast to want to please you, and the only way he knows how to do that is to follow your ever command. That includes the rules! Even if it was just a slip up, you can’t let him calling you something other than your name pass you by.

“Tsk-tsk. I’m not so sure about that, my love. Looks like I’ll have to remind you who’s the predator-“ You grab onto his cock with a tight grip, making him gasp. “And who’s the pray, here.”

With one dip of your head you swallow his cock whole. Bobbing your head up and down super fast, and having to hold onto Jungkook’s quivering legs as he falls apart underneath you. Your tongue swirls around his head, and lays flat against his length each him you move your head up and down. It pulses inside your mouth and both Jungkook’s and your eyes roll back at the sensation.

Jungkook is screaming, “Fuck, Y/n! fuckfuck… so good. Your so good, Y/n!”

Just as you feel his legs start to tighten under your hands, indicating he’s about to cum soon, you take your mouth clean off of him. Jungkook lets out a huge gust of air that he didn’t even realize he was holding, and looks down at you with tears in his big doe eyes.

You smirk at him, and dig your nails into his thighs until he hisses. ”Did you really think I would just let you cum after what you did? Are you that stupid?”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, and even though the feel of your nails and your words hurt his heart his dick jumps for them. You taught him very quickly what his kinks were, pain and humiliation being two of them.

“N-no, Y/n! I realized I was bad. I won’t do it- Ah Fuck!”

You dive your mouth back on him, sucking the life out his cock before you even let him finish speaking. You do this on repeat for what feels like hours. Coaxing all the profanities out of him, and then pulling right off as soon as his cock swells in your mouth. Bringing him just to the brink of climaxing, and stopping all together to hear his pleads and begs for you to forgive him. Silly little wolf.

You take your head off him again, licking your lips as pre-cum even starts to leak out of them. “Say it, Jungkook.”

Jungkook is in a daze. The constant stopping and starting your doing is making everything around him look like a blur. His cock his purple, it’s so close to cumming. He thinks with one more lick of your tongue he’ll be cumming in seconds, breaking another one of your rules as to not cum unless you let him.

He doesn’t want to disappoint you, and once his mind and eyes clear, then registering what you said. He knows what you want him to say, it’s just so humiliating to say. It’s something of his kind and gender frown upon, and even saying them just to you has his whole body turning red in a blush.

Once you realize Jungkook’s hesitance, you crawl closer to his face and straddle his waist. You grab ahold of his binding on his wrists connecting to the headboard, and pull his whole body closer to you. Your almost nose-to-nose, and the way your smiling down at him has his whole body shivering.

“Say it, or I won’t let you cum. I’ll get myself off with another wolf and keep you here to rot.”

You don’t mean your words, and deep down Jungkook knows this. You would never cheat on your beloved, especially since he’s so perfect for you. That doesn’t stop Jungkook from swallowing around the lump in his throat, and the sting of jealousy in his spine from hearing your threats.

He looks into your eyes, pleading and saying, “Please don’t, Y/n. I’ll-… I’m your little slut.” You smile. “I’m yours to claim, and mark, and fuck whenever you please. Use my-… use my cock however you want.”

You let go of Jungkook’s restrains, having him fall back onto the pillow behind him. You straighten your back, feeling satisfied at his words. You especially loved how he hesitated with saying you can use him anyway you like. That’s your own personal kink about this endeavor. Being the ultimate dominate alpha to his submissive omega. You feel the wolf within you howl at his words, and you let your pheromones surround your husband’s senses.

Jungkook’s eyes roll back when he gets a whiff of your pheromones. He could roll in it, it smells so good. The wolf within him scratching the surface to let you mate him, and begs you, “Oh god, Y/n please! I need you.”

You shuffle down a little bit, holding yourself above your husbands leaking cock and aim the head right at your center. “What do you need, my little omega?”

The tease is small, but as you ask him this question you rub the head up his cock through your folds. The feel of your wet kissy against his swollen makes Jungkook arch his back as another drop of pre-cum leaks from him. You just feel so good, and wants to be inside of so badly.

His usual shy demeanor diminishes once desperation hits him. The way your rubbing his head on you just become to much. He’s so close, too close and he doesn’t want to cum anywhere else but inside of you.

“I want you! I want your tight pretty pussy… I’ll be so good for you, baby. Please let me be inside of you.“

You smirk down at him, feeling like the queen of the world on her throne as you praise him, “Good boy.”

With one swish of your fingers to move your panties to the side, you plunge yourself on top of him. Jungkook cries out, arching his back as he cums right away deep inside of you. His restrains biting his skin as you start to fuck him the life out of him. Spurt after spurt is shot within you, and your miking it right out of him. You love the smell of his cum leaking out of you, and you don’t stop bouncing on top of him ever after he finishes.

Jungkook soesn’t care about being oversensitive. It’s something you find so sexy in him, anyway. So you continue to bounce on his cock with a fast pace, all the while your clawing and biting at his skin to mark everywhere you see.

He loves when you do this. Use him for your own pleasure while you mark him to the point it looks like he was attacked. Painting his skin with blue, purples, and lots of red. Jungkook cums again when you lift your face up and he sees his own blood drip from your mouth. Knowing you’ve marked him to the point of bleeding is another thing he finds so attractive that he can’t hold himself back from screaming out in pleasure.

You laugh as he moans like crazy, filling you up to brim with his cum as you pull orgasm after orgasm from your little omega. Watching him come apart fully until he can’t take it anymore.

After his fifth orgasm, you pull yourself off of him. Jungkook is now breathing out of control, feeling like he just left this world and is in a new galaxy after you fucked him raw. His cock is spent and laying between his legs, and he watches you with lazy eyes as you crawl up to unchain him.

The second you do, you tell him, “Hold me.”

Two words that somehow spark a little bit of energy back inside him. He spins around and envelopes you in his arms. You giggle as he buries his face into your chest, wanting to be as close to you as possible and taking a big whiff of your smell. His skin is so warm now after so many orgasms that it feels like a blanket to you. You run your nails down his back, feeling him shiver even now as you scratch at his skin.

“You did so good, little wolf,” You say against his hair, kissing the top of it.

He hums his thank you, but after a moment of blissful silence his eyes shot wide open when he realizes something.

“You didn’t cum,” He says, jolting upwards to look at you in the eyes. You raise a pointed eyebrow as if to say so what? “You won’t-… your not going to-… I can-…”

You watch as your husband struggles to tell you how he feels, but once you see the sadness in his eyes and pouty mouth you understand why he’s so frantic about this. Your threat from earlier hitting him to hard in the heart this time.

“Oh, my love. I’m not going to find another wolf to mate with.” Jungkook’s eyes decrease in size ever so slightly from your words, but the fear is still there. He doesn’t want you with another wolf, he doesn’t want you with anyone. He doesn’t want others to know just how good it feels to be with you. When you see your first words weren��t that reassuring, you then say, “I would never do that to you. And it was pleasurable enough to see you come undone for me so many times, that I didn’t need too. Stop your worrying, and hold me already.”

You giggle when your done speaking, and your reassuring words are enough to calm Jungkook’s rapid beating heart. He goes back to laying on your chest, holding you even tighter in his arms then before like your requested. He’s helpless to do what you say, and truthfully, he wants to spend the rest of his life doing just that.

“I love you so much, Y/n.”

Your hand freezes as it goes back to rubbing at his back from his words. You look down at your happy husband, and a small smile graces your face.

It’s crazy to think how the world paired you two together. Two people the wolves judge so much for doing what they love in the bedroom, but once those two doors shut it’s like there’s no world outside the two of you anyway. You both love each other so much, and you don’t care if people find your ways of enacting pleasure out of the other person to be weird.

You’re a mated pair, arranged marriage or not. And you both will happily shout from the roof tops how you feel about each other.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” Your wolf scratches at the surface to say more, and you give in to its begging. “More then the wolf within you knows.”

The End.

#jungkook #jk #bts #jungkook bts #jk bts #Jungkook x reader #wolf x wolf #supernatural!au #dom!reader #sub!jungkook #wolf!jungkook x wolf!reader #omega!jungkook x alpha!reader #omega!jungkook #sub!jungkook x dom!reader #the wolf within you #love is love #jungkook smut

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rec-review8890 · 2 years

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JK | Wolf x Wolf! RECs

All Recs are Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader.

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

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NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work.

Title: Mate 💦🐑💜📝

Author: @7deadlysinsfics

Summary: 9 parts. Alpha!jk x Omega!reader.

↳ "Jungkook knew in his soul from the moment your eyes met his in the forest that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you at any cost. You’d been through hell while escaping a place that had treated you horribly since your childhood, and it was strange how calm you felt in his presence when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger. Something inside of you told you to trust him."

Title: Claws of Carnality 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @jjungkooksthighs

Summary: Ongoing. Alpha!jk x Omega!reader.

↳ "For years, you’d had to watch every omega you knew present and subsequently pair with their destined mates. Lonely without your own, you yearningly wish that your purebred omegean genes weren’t the source of your late bloom. Then, during one particular eclipse, you dream. It is one unlike anything you’ve ever had before and at its root is him, who is sin incarnate. After begging for him to find you, will he claim you as his own?"

Title: Rabid: The Beginning 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @bonny-kookoo

Summary: Ongoing. Alpha!jk x Omega!reader. Prologue Series to authors one-shot Rabid

↳ "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But for Jungkook, who spots his mate at an annual werewolf festival, this might be not all that accurate; because your absence makes his heart feel nothing- it only makes him hurt."

Title: Suddenly 💦🗒

Author: @kookiecrumb

Summary: Alpha!jk x Omega!reader.

↳ The Request: "Omega!reader and Alpha!jungkook and they are both in heat. It happens while he is out and she is at home? Breeding Kink?"

Title: Of Rain & Lilacs 🐑👊📝

Author: @blancetude

Summary: Ongoing. Alpha!jk x Omega!Chubby!reader.

↳ "When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings."

#jk #jungkook #bts jk #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #wolf x wolf #alpha!jungkook x omega!reader #alpha!jungkook #wolf!jungkook #werewolf!au #supernatural!au #fic recs #bts fics #Love this au so much #wolf!jungkook x wolf!reader

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imdyingforthis · 1 year

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Supernaturals ur franmaya

#ace attorney #franmaya #maya fey #franziska von karma #supernatural!au #my art

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dancing-heart-pony · 9 months

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him busy eating burgie

#antisepticeye #darkiplier #danti #antiseptiplier #arts #WIP #doodles #supernatural!au #??? i guess #him busy eating burgies #*feral noises*#dark boyz

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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❝ sunrise suffocation ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis an unusual pair are called upon as the guardian angel of a small child but sour attitudes don’t last long. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / demon!minghao / angel!reader / enemies to lovers, supernatural edition / they can’t stand eachother at the start / mentions of blades/weaponry / tattoed hao ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing minghao x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.5k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note i will not state how many times i’ve watched this gif; fanfic name is lyrics from ‘plastic hearts’ by miley cyrus // also use of “甜心” (tián xīn) by minghao, translates to sweetheart (please correct if otherwise)

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Oh that red hair you oh-so despised. Why must it have been him you were paired with to watch over this child with? You would certainly speak with the higher powere about this situation when you returned to heaven.

“Why the sour face, 甜心?” he mocked, spinning the dagger between his fingers in some fancy trick, “not happy to see me?”

He pouted, jutting out his lower lip as he finished the question with a tilt of his head. You scowled, clicking your tongue as you folded your arms across your chest.

“Why the fuck would I ever be happy to see you?” You hissed back lowly, narrowing your eyes at the red head. Nothing would distract your eyes from falling to the black horns that curled out of his skull and parted that bright coloured hair a little or the piercingly blue eyes that stayed on your lithe form in front of him.

“Such harsh language when we’re assigned to a kid,” he tutted, creating a small ‘tsk’ sound as you both turned your head to watch the kid doing cartwheels on the grass not far away from you, “cheer up.”

“I’ll cheer up when this is over,” you mumbled, exhaling as you dropped your tense shoulders, “what are we even supposed to be doing with her?”

“Well,” Minghao spoke, stopping his dagger tricks suddenly, “we have to make sure she makes the right decisions until she turns 18 - oh and make sure she doesn’t get killed, that’s mainly your job.”

Your eyes fell on him with a glare, scoffing. Of course that was your job, you’d be taking the kid to the high gates of heaven if you didn’t do your job successfully - and frankly that was the last thing you wanted to do with your boss’ temper. The two of you stood there for a few more moments, metres apart as you refused to go any closer to him. The damned kid had just turned 6 and you had to work with this asshole as her guardian angel until she was 18? If you could you’d have jumped off a cliff, except you can’t die and therefore it would be futile.

The sun decided to be particularly temperamental on this day, dashing to hide behind clouds and dulling the mood occasionally. Minghao and yourself was sat at a quaint table outside a coffee shop. Inside the coffee shop sat your assigned child - Shin-hye, who was now 16 on a date with a guy from her school.

Minghao drummed his fingers against the glass table, watching her through the window.

“She has awful taste in men.” He muttered, shaking his head before tilting his head back. You took the moment to admire the pale skin of his neck, littered in black ink. You clicked your tongue to object his opinion on the guy Shin-hye was seeing however a chime from your phones cut you off. Your gaze fell to the message: should Shin-hye kiss Eunwoo?

In a split second, the two of you scoffed, both echoing out loud an “absolutely not!” in sync. You stared at Minghao and Minghao stared back with the blue eyes that were growing on you - at least they were certainly less scary. Had you both just agreed on something for the first time in the past ten years you’d been working together on this assignment? Yes, yes you had - and in sync too, to make matters worse. The sound of the coffee shop’s bell chimed as the door opened, promptly closing afterwards as Eunwoo passed the table that Minghao and yourself sat at. Both of your stares watched him leave, the silence thick and suffocating as neither of you knew what to say in the moment.

January

Five months left of this assignment, you reminded yourself as you watched the rain race down the windows, creating pretty patterns amongst their song. Shin-hye’s birthday was five months away, leaving you to grasp at the concept that you’d no longer have to cope with Minghao’s finger drumming or the sight of his - admirably pretty - detailed daggers.

Despite the way you felt at the beginning of this assignment, years ago on Sin-hye’s 6th birthday, the atmosphere had changed and attitudes had shifted, most certainly. What you lacked was the ability to see that it definitely felt the same way for Minghao too. He was already biting his nails at the thought that he wouldn’t get to stare at the way your feathered wings would move with your expressions anymore, or the way your halo began to glow as the sun set.

The situation left you both heavily conflicted, grasping to what time you had left together knowing you were beginning to walk on borrowed time. Angels and demons? In a relationship together? Certainly not in this lifetime, you’d be stripped of your wings and thrown back to the dirt of earth - and you didn’t quite know what would happen to Minghao. Yet there was something so luscious about the scent you carried, how your lips glistened from your lip gloss and the scoff you’d resonate when you noticed him staring. He couldn’t help it.

Neither could you, painting the memory of his pale skin heavily decorated in tattoos into your mind every chance you got or watching the way that his pierced tongue would dart out to wet his lips when he was concentrating on his dagger tricks - that you didn’t know he did specifically to try impress your sweet little angel heart. Both of you better than anyone else should understand life’s cruel, cruel ways and your slow slip into mutual obsession was one of them.

February

A soft ‘tsk’ came from you as you were yet again bickering over one of Shin-hye’s decisions, after all these years. Your rare synchronised agreement two years ago was the only occasion of it, every other decision since ending up in a heated argument. Unbeknownst to you, Minghao felt something every time you managed end up in each other’s faces, yelling opinions blindly. It was the urge to kiss you, to just shut you up in the moment.

He contained himself well. He didn’t know how much of a rule following angel you was, unfortunately he couldn’t read minds to find out.

“Every excuse you throw out is useless,” you ridiculed him, your hands flying up in your frustration, “that’s why she’s in this position in the first place!”

Minghao scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stabbed the wooden table in between you with one of his decorated daggers that was carved on its hilt - you’d been unable to look at them close enough to discover what exactly was carved on them. You flinched at his action, staring at the blade anxiously as you figured you’d probably pushed the demon to his limit finally, after all these years.

“Don’t be so stupid, 甜心,” there he went with that stupid nickname again, causing your heart to do flips despite how terrified you seemed to be mentally, “you were the one who won the decision for her to quit school.”

“That’s what you think is the issue?” You asked bewildered, staring at him with furrowed brows, “not your decision to cut all of her family off with absolutely no reasons? Huh?”

Minghao admired the way that your brows had knitted, your mouth still open in confusion more than hate at that time. You had chewed your lips a little prior to the argument and he was now noticing how you’d made them bleed a little. He fought back the frown he was experiencing, looking away.

“Fine,” he muttered, rubbing his head, “have it your way.”

March

Shin-hye had once again found another love interest that caused you both to have another special agreement. You thought the guy was handsome - and he liked dogs - and Minghao didn’t give his reasons for agreeing with Shin-hye’s decision. Truthfully, he recognised that time was running out with you - only two months left until the assignment was over and you’d be returned to your eternal homes respectively. He didn’t want to argue anymore and create more awful attitudes with so little left when he wanted to shoot his shot, so he’d taken to simply agreeing with your decisions - Shin-hye was almost 18, she’d live with whatever consequences his actions gave her.

Shin-hye picked up a lot of new habits and established a change in routine following her new partner’s appearance. One of them specifically was watching the sunset on the daily with him and ultimately, that lead to you and Minghao also basking in the orange glow.

“Two months left.” Minghao suddenly mumbled and you rose a brow, turning your gaze from the content couple further along the roof to the redhead beside you.

“Glad to be getting rid of me already?” You pursed your lips, not expecting Minghao to shake his head as his eyes stayed glued to the sunset. You blinked, unsure as to why he wasn’t teasing that sickly sweet nickname or taunting you in any way.

He continued to not speak, giving no more information as the conversation ceased to exist.

April

“It’s almost like every sunset is one you’ve never seen before.” You whispered, your voice soft as Minghao stood behind where you was sat on the roof’s edge, dangling your legs freely. Shin-hye hadn’t given up the sunset routine, even a month later but you wasn’t complaining.

“Just like some people in this world.” Minghao spoke up. It’d been too long since the two of you last bickered, the atmosphere always weirdly comforting instead of tense and suffocating. You tapped your fingertips on the concrete you sat on.

“You never argue with me anymore,” you mumbled, looking over your shoulder at the tall demon, who had his hands shoved in his pockets, “it’s like you’ve gone soft.”

“You could say that,” Minghao chuckled in the slightest as he glanced at you, “some things changed is all.”

“Are you just going to leave it at that?” You huffed at the lack of information you was receiving from him when you poked to get some. You had hope, even in the slightest, that Minghao turning soft had to do with you.

“Mhm. Stop being nosey.” As serious as he may have attempted to come off as, you could hear that lingering taunting voice within it. Minghao had been like this for weeks now, avoiding most conversations with you. After this time, you were tired of it as the sunset illuminated both of your inhuman bodies.

“Kiss me.” You demanded in an oddly quick manner, catching both yourself and Minghao off guard as you swallowed your pride suddenly, those blue eyes finding your sitting form.

“Despite it literally being forbidden?” Minghao hummed, crouching beside you so you were on eye level. You gulped, unable to use your voice under his gaze as you simply nodded in response. He smirked momentarily before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

May

Birthday month rolled around too quick for either of your liking, having to participate in Shin-hye’s big 18th birthday decisions despite the fact the two of you were clinging to your time together. Nothing could pause time or deter her birthday from happening - you knew that too well. Minghao’s fingers laced with yours as he grabbed your hand.

“You know I’ll stay in contact,” he hummed, his eyes on Shin-hye as she assisted with the balloons for her birthday, giggling with her friends, “we can sneak to earth whenever - we can keep watching these human sunsets.”

“Do you even get sunsets in hell?” You mused and he paused before shaking his head as his answer, followed by a ‘nope’ with the ‘p’ popped. You rose a brow, glancing at him to see how the hues of oranges and pinks reflected in his oddly coloured eyes. His gaze moved to yours, where he flashed a cheeky smile in your direction.

“Funny how you’re going to miss me now, 甜心.” He commented. Naturally, you rolled your eyes but you damn well knew he had a very strong point. It had taken twelve years of watching over some human child for the demon to grow on you, which when you’re immortal it is quite a quick amount of time. Minghao sighed, removing his hand from yours as he instead moved to wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

He always carried the strong scent of ash and smouldering flames, like someone had a bonfire and the fire was dying out - just constantly. You didn’t think angels personally carried a scent, nobody had told you but then again you were usually only surrounded by other angels and perhaps angels cannot smell each other. To Minghao however, you carried a gentle scent of fresh roses that didn’t sting his nose when he inhaled it for too long. Sometimes he would smell lavender too and it’d take him back years, perhaps decades to a relationship he had with a mortal who used lavender spray to help her sleep.

Pulling away momentarily, his slim hands raised to unclasp the chain that sat around his neck day in and day out. You watched him, confused as to what he was doing now - especially when he wasn’t speaking.

“Lift your hair,” he whispered, watching you intently as you obeyed, allowing him to clasp his chain around your much more dainty neck, “this way I’m always with you.”

His intentions became clear and you caught yourself smiling to hide the embarrassed blush that was flushing your cheeks, leaning to give him a kiss. You hummed, glancing at your wings before - rather boldly - reaching to brush your fingers against the feathers. You grasped at a particular feather, wincing with a small whine as you tugged at it, pulling it from your wing. Minghao opened his mouth as you held it in front him, shaking your head.

“A piece of me.” You smiled, ignoring the tears that brimmed in your eyes. Minghao sighed.

“Literally.”

You tapped your foot out of boredom as you watched a street performer further than the street to you. You believed he was tap dancing but you hadn’t a clue what the humans called it. They’d occasionally toss a coin into the fabric hat in front of him so perhaps he was good at what he was doing. The golden chain around your neck glittered in the sunlight as you stood on the bustling street. You were prepared to return to heaven by this point, although that idea quickly left your mind as the familiar bright red hair of a tall Chinese demon appeared amongst the heads of the crowds, your face lighting up.

He approached, getting closer as you ran to him, his arms wide as he laughed when you collided with his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around him. He pressed a kiss to your hair, avoiding your halo precisely.

“I missed you too,” he breathed into your ear as the two of you stayed glued together in a hug. You were about to argue that he was missing something before his voice spoke once more, “ 甜心.”

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen minghao #seventeen the8 #svt the8 #svt x reader #svt #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt minghao #xu minghao #supernatural!au

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imikhailotakeyouian · 2 years

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Galladrabbles - Prompt: STOLEN

Hello, beautiful people!

It’s gonna be a super duper drabbling month with the October challenge as well and I am sooooo excited about it!

So for the weekly @galladrabbles prompt from @ianmewkovich I am playing again a supernatural!AU card with Mickey as a sort of jinn/demon **

Enjoy!

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“Make a wish.”

It’s Ian's umpteenth stint at the psych ward and when he looks at the creature who introduced himself as Mickey, he’s certain he’s a figment of his imagination. “Like what?”

“Why are you here?”

“I’m bipolar.”

Mickey sneaks in front of Ian. “So?”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

Mickey nods and licks Ian’s lips with his long tongue. “Your payment?”

Ian leans to bite Mickey’s lips but fails. “Take everything you want.”

“I could steal your heart.”

“Deal.”

“Your bipolar for your heart. You sure?”

“Only if we seal the deal with a kiss.”

Mickey’s eyes sparkle. “Deal.”

#galladrabbles #100 words #my writing #supernatural!AU #jinn/demon!mickey #cause why not

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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1000 Follower Celebration! *Closed*

We've hit 1000 followers!

I legit can't believe it but we did it! Thank you all so much for all your support and for sticking around. You guys make writing fun and constantly inspire me everyday to be better.

So as a thank you, here's a special celebration!

Celebration masterlist!

Choose a character (or two 😏), some prompts and/or tropes, and an AU if you want

Prompt:

1: “God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

2: “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.”

3: “Can he fuck you like this?”

4: “Can I kiss you?”

5: “Every moment of my life, every decision I’ve ever made, has led me to you and I don’t regret it. Not for a single second.”

6: “I want to have her babies.”

7: “Wife me up.”

8: “I burn for you.”

9: “You make me so mad. So fucking mad. But I will never, never leave you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.”

10: “I can’t do this anymore.”

11: “Let me have you. Please.”

12: “I can’t imagine a life without you.”

13: “D-don’t leave me, you’re my life.”

14: “Don’t come crawling back to me when this all goes wrong.”

15: “I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

16: “Choose me.”

17: “I have always loved you.”

18: “You are my light.”

19: “I need to be inside you.”

20: “God you taste divine.”

21: “You’re mine.”

22: “Let’s break the bed tonight.”

23: “Wanna blow this off and fuck?”

24: “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

25: “We could go anywhere. As long as I’m with you, I’m home.”

26: “Please, I can’t lose you.”

27: “You and I are endgame.”

28: “C’mon, you’ll be less cranky after you’ve had a snack and an orgasm.”

29: “We don’t have any popsicles left. Can I suck on yours?”

30: “All this has accomplished is ruining my panties.”

31: “God you’re so dumb.”

32: “You’re lucky I love you.”

33: “You better be on that bed, face down, ass up by the time I count to ten.”

34: “I can’t leave knowing you’re angry at me.”

35: “You wanna watch the Office, eat pizza and have sex?”

36: “Happy anniversary, can I peg you now?”

37: “You’re going to be the death of me.”

38: “I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.”

39: “Are you naked?!”

40: “I’m gonna suck the soul outta you.”

41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.”

42: “Can I beat them up?”

43: “So are we just going to stand around all day or are we going to fight?”

44: “I would burn worlds for you.”

45: “I told you to stay put!”

46: “They have your eyes.”

47: “I will never stop fighting for you.”

48: “You can take it, you were made for it.”

49: “You keep going like that and you’re going to end up over my knee with a bruised bottom.”

50: “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Character:

Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufyson

Peter Parker

Logan Howlette

Erik Lensherr

Charles Xavier

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Arthur Curry

Obi wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Din Djarin

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Castiel Novak

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Trope:

1: One bed

2: Friends to lovers

3: Enemies to lovers

4: Forbidden love

5: Deathbed confession

6: Forced proximity

7: Mutual pining

8: Fake dating

9: Opposites attract

10: Single parent

11: Second chances

12: Love triangle

13: Amnesia

14: Auction

15: Arranged marriage

16: Blind date

17: Return from the dead

18: Unexpected pregnancy

19: Sex pollen

20: Truth serum

AU:

1: Soulmate

2: A/B/O

3: Supernatural

4: Royal

5: Modern

6: Sugar Daddy

7: Mob

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vivwritesfics · 7 days

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I heard through the grapevine that your request were open only till tomorrow night so

Werewolf!carlos 🤭🤭 fluff

Y/n constantly teasing Carlos because he always looks like a confused puppy 🐶 and he’s like Amor im a dangerous apex predator not a puppy.

babe ily (also i was gonna write this, read THIS by @lewmagoo, fell in love with it and... this happened) (if you guys are as obsessed with Rhett Abbott as me plspls read it) (even if not still read it lol its so fucking good)

warnings: light smut

Carlos was insanely protective over his family, over his pack.

His father was the head of the family, the leader of the pack. His life centred around protecting them. He'd raised his son with the same mind set, to protect his sisters, protect his mother.

He was vicious, but only when he needed to be. To anybody outside of the pack, Carlos wasn't calm, but he was in control, ready to lash out at a moments notice. Most avoided him at all costs.

But she didn't know. She didn't even know what he was when they first met. Her not being afraid of him was what drew him in. She was bold and Carlos wanted to know more.

He couldn't stay away from her. From the first time he took her to his bed, pushed his cock through her folds while she whined out his name, he knew he didn't want to. He wanted to keep her caged in his arms, his body moving against hers, for as long as he could.

It wasn't clear when they fell into a relationship. Carlos just didn't want her being with anybody else. They'd never said they were anything other than having sex, but every time a guy approached her, her was stride up to them, a growl leaving his throat (the guy always backed off after that).

Carlos was still insanely protective over his family, over his pack. She had become a part of that pack, even if she didn't realise it. (She had learnt what he was, had watched him transform right before her very eyes.)

Lando was his best friend. He'd been accepted by his family, accepted into his pack. Carlos couldn't help but treat him like a pup sometimes. In the occasions where Lando was acting childish (and not even in a bad way), Carlos could grab the back of his neck, calming him down instantly.

But there were some things that Lando said, usually attempting to speak Spanish, that had Carlos continued. Soy lago, Lando had said. Carlos's brows furrowed as he stared at his muppet friend. Lando repeated it again. When that sweet, confused look deepened on Carlos's face, she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

His girlfriend, the woman he was mated to, couldn't stop herself from laughing as she watched their interaction. A playful growl left Carlos's lips as he looked at her. But then he turned his attention back to Lando. "I am a lake?" He translated, incredibly confused.

She snorted, holding her stomach.

Suddenly Carlos was standing. He strode over to where she sat on the couch. He nipped at her neck, let out a noise from his throat (a cross between a growl and a whine, one that had her giggling).

"I'm sorry, my love," she said and kissed his nose. "You just... you look so cute when you're confused."

He glared, but she knew it wasn't serious. "I'm not cute," he insisted.

If she ran her hands through his hair, she knew she'd get him to purr like a cat. But she held back. Not in front of Lando (or he'd never live it down). "Carlos, you're fucking cute," she said. "You're like a sweet little puppy."

He stood up straight, her arms slipping from around his neck as he pulled away from her. "A sweet little puppy?! Cariño, I'm a dangerous predator, a killer, not a puppy!"

Her eyes went wide as she stared at him. "Could you say you've got... the skin of a killer?"

His face dropped as he stared at her. But his eyes flashes as he stared at her. "You're gonna get it now."

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paulie-lombardos-boy-toy · 2 years

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It’s spooky time. In this one, the Empire Bay Trio are ghostly ghosties(think of the Hitchiking Ghosts from The Haunted Mansion) haunting the city they were killed in. Henry’s death is canon while Joe and Vito both died in a car bomb.

Inspo: Grim Grinning Ghosts from Haunted Mansion here

Three sets of eyes peered from their hiding spot behind a tree as the full moon shone brightly above to reveal their true forms and their prey. Pale blue radiated from the three entities as the one in a brown jacket and a deep gash against his neck that rose to the bottom of his ear crossed his arms while one in a scorched Hawaiian shirt and burns on the right side of his body idly floated by the older ghost who wore an ugly looking tie and the left side of his face was scarred and eye a milky white.

“So what’s the plan Hen? It’s almost Halloween so technically we won’t get in trouble if we scare mortals or get caught.” Joe pointed out as Vito leaned back slightly in a mockery of a hammock in the air. “I-I don’t know.” he admitted as Vito opened a single eye. “Why not pay a visit to…old aquaintences? That is, if they’re still alive.” he cackled as Joe joined in as Henry swatted at the laughing pair.

“If they were dead, wouldn’t we have seen them by now?” Joe hooted as Vito grinned. “Hush it, you two!” Henry snapped irritably as he floated back and forth and whirled around when he saw their target booking it out of the park. “Dammit, you two!” he growled as the pair adopted a pair of innocent faces.

“Oh lighten up,Hen. It’s almost our day to shine! I know Vito wants to visit his grave and talk with Frankie and I want to sample some candy since we’ll have semi-mortal forms then.” Joe cajoled as Vito’s eyes misted over slightly at the mention of his sister and weakly smiled. “Yeah. It should be fun.”

Henry broke out into a small smile and shook his head. “I suppose so. I have a few people I would like to give a good scare to.” he admitted as Vito and Joe slapped his back. “That’s the spirit! Now we got some plannin’ to do.” As the moon was slowly covered by clouds, the trio flew off into the night towards Joe’s as the gears slowly turned in their heads as they planned the biggest Halloween scheme of all time.

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The day of Halloween, a plan was set and the trio celebrated in the only way they knew how to-by causing chaos. The poor landlord nearly fainted when a picture frame fell from the wall in front of his feet and he could’ve sworn he heard familiar laughter ringing in the empty hallway before it grew fainter and fainter before it disappeared entirely.

As the sun started to set, they boys got to work. Their first stop was the prison and Vito glared hatefully at the building that robbed him 10 years of his life and before Henry or Joe could stop him, he floated upwards before diving into the wall, his friends following behind him, uncaring that they were being gaped at by other prisoners.

Vito sooned stopped and poked his head through the wall as a malicious grin stretched across his face and the gash gaped open slightly and started to leak silver liquid over the head guard’s desk, where he was napping peacefully. He pulled the rest of his body in and dove into a picture before he caused it to drop on the concrete floor loudly and let out a manic cackle that made the guard shoot up from his desk and look around warily.

He yelped and ducked as an ugly vase flew across the room and shattered against the wall. “W-who goes there?! I’m armed!” he blustered before his face paled at the sight of a mangled face he never thought he would see again. Vito’s face twisted into something ugly and inhumane as he floated closer. “Miss me..Georgie?” he crooned as he tilted his head and caused more silvery blood to drip on the floor.

“Y-You…I never…” The guard looked close to passing out, but held onto his bearings. “I know how you treated me here. You said you never played favorite’s, but that was a crock of shit, huh?” he spat as his eyes flashed in fury. The guard whimpered and the last thing he saw before darkness was a cruel smile on Vito’s face before he disappeared into the wall again.

“Feel better, Vito?” Joe asked as they swooped over the other prisoners and relished in their screams on their way out. “Very. What’s next?” he asked cheerily as the moon glowed a bright orange and they could see other spirits wandering the streets and silently observing their loved ones while others reminisced their old haunts fondly.

“We’re meeting up with Marty, remember? Kid’s been dyin’ to see you again, no pun intended.” Joe quipped as he did a few loops in the air and laughed loudly as Vito and soon Henry joined in with the screeching and laughing as they swooped in between the cars towards the hotel where Marty was sitting on one of the balconies.

“Vito!! Vito,hi!!” Marty chirped as Vito floated over and ruffled his hair. “How ya doing, kiddo?” As Marty infodumped what he had been up to in the spirit realm, Vito was listening and nodded. “Sounds pretty nice. Wish we could go, but we’re here for a reason.” The atmosphere soon grew gloomy before Joe let out a cough. “No sadness. This is our day to shine!” he said and all four took off into the night to spread their mayhem across the city.

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As the four neared the graveyard, the silence between them grew as a lone figure kneeled in front of two graves with their hands clasped together in prayer. “Frankie..” Vito murmured softly and floated over to her and rested his elbows on his headstone. She looked up and was soon gazing into the eyes of her dead baby brother . “Vito.. I’m so sorry. I-I shouldn’t’ve cut you off like that. I-I was scared and…”

Vito shook his head and leaned forward to press a cold kiss to her forehead. “I don’t blame you at all. I was the one who let my emotions get the better of me that day.” he reassured as another figure appeared beside him and his eyes welled with tears as he gazed into the youthful visage of his mom.

“Mi bambino. I have missed you both terribly.” Maria said softly as she wrapped them both in a hug. “I-I’m sorry Momma. I couldn’t stay out of trouble. I didn’t mean to make you so upset.” Vito mumbled as Maria kissed his forehead. “It is of no matter. I knew my time was nearly up anyway.”

She then turned to Frankie and gazed at her with sad eyes. “I am so sorry for what you went through, my love. You were doing what you had to do to protect yourself and I am so proud of you.” she soothed as Frankie started to cry harder. The other three men stood back as the Scaletta’s caught up and noticed, with unhidden disgust, that Antonio was nowhere to be found. “Typical jackass..” Joe mumbled.

Soon, Frankie had to leave and Vito turned to his mom again. “Please make sure she gets home safe. I-I’ll see you next year, yeah?” Maria kissed his forehead again and hugged him as tight as she could before slowly fading away into a small orb and floated from the graveyard. Vito wiped his eyes and floated back to his friends. “Every year, it never gets easier.”

Henry went to the headstones and mumbled a short prayer before heading towards the gate and the other three followed. Once on the street, Vito cleared his throat and raised a brow. “Well? The night is still young,right.” he grinned slightly as the others followed suit and with a loud whoop, Marty took off down the alleyways and knocked over trashcans while Joe laughed and Vito tugged a man’s hat down over his eyes.

After a full night of mischief, the sun was starting to rise and Marty gave one last hug to the trio before fading away. The trio shared a smile and headed back home to recoup and recover.

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You'd never guess that your sweet, caring boyfriend, would be in your room sniffing your panties.

San went for the hamper as soon as he heard the water running in the next room, immediately clutching the delicate garment in his hand. He puts it up to his nose, moaning as he feels the wetness of the fabric against his skin. Fuck you soaked right through them. Leaning back against the bed, he presses his face against your panties, nuzzling the fabric and inhaling deeply to take in every last hint of your scent.

It's a guilty pleasure of his, to sniff your panties and get himself off when you're in the shower. It's his dirty little secret, one among many that he's kept cleverly concealed all this time. As it turns out, completely unbeknownst to you, your sweet loving boyfriend has been concealing a darker side, and his passion for you takes on a more...primal form.

His cock throbs just from sniffing your panties, and he's quick to reach down and cup himself through his pants. He doesn't even need to stroke himself, not yet, already insanely aroused just thinking about your scent. What must you have been thinking about, to make you completely ruin your panties like this? Were you thinking about him? Thinking about kissing him? Touching him? Fucking him? And it's the idea that you got this wet from the thought of fucking him that has him reaching down to stroke himself.

He wants you so bad it aches profusely. You turn him on so much it drives him insane. He can easily get intoxicated on your scent, and just sniffing your panties like this has his mind hazing over with a high of lust. Muffling his moans in the fabric, he bucks into his hand, just lying back getting high on your scent while his mind reels.

He thinks about how you looked today, the way your lowcut shirt let him see the swell of your breasts, how your jeans fit to the shape of your ass oh so enticingly. He strokes his cock faster at that, just thinking about reaching out and playing with your ass while you soak the very panties he has in his hands. The sheets rustle as his hips arch and buck off the bed. He's shamelessly fucking his hand now, throwing caution to the wind as he just thinks about you. God he wants you so bad.

Of course you've had sex tons of times. He's made love to you more times than he can count, satisfying you and letting you know how loves you are. And as much as he adores being gentle and intimate with you, he wants more. He doesn't just want to kiss you. He wants to lick into your mouth and taste your sweet moans. He doesn't just want to make you moan. He wants to have you whimpering, trembling, sobbing in pleasure beneath him. He doesn't just want to make love to you, he wants to fuck you, ravage you, ruin you.

A growl rises in his throat, jaw aching as sharp fangs begin to emerge. He strokes his cock faster, squeezing around his length harder, trying to mimic the feeling of your pussy or your throat wrapped around him. The copious amounts of precum just flowing from the tip slicken the slide, prompting him to move faster and faster. He imagines he's fucking you senseless, bucking his hips while you bounce on his cock and whine his name. Fuck he wants to hear you whine his name so fucking bad. He wants to hear you whimper and scream for him, howling his name to the heavens while he completely ravages you.

Bestial bellows of depravity that he's never let you hear before flow freely, emitting even through his clenched teeth. He bites at your panties, licking frantically right along the wet patch to lap up the taste of your slick arousal. Panting raggedly, he fucks his hand faster, briefly contemplating flipping over and just rutting into the bed...before he decides to do just that. Pinning your panties to the pillow, he presses his face in and breathes you in, smothering himself in you. The fact that your scent clings to the pillows only riles him up more, his cock messily rutting against the bed. It's not much longer before he stills, body shuddering as he cums hard onto the sheets. He claws at the pillow as he works himself through it, teeth clamping down on your panties as he sucks the juices from the fabric.

His fangs have no doubt left tears in the fabric, tears that he knows you'll notice, tears that in his post nut haze he hopes you'll notice. You know how much he loves you. Now, he wants you to know the full depths of his desire for you.

#ateez smut #ateez san smut #still undecided on what type of monster he'll be lmao #the pup actually types #demon!san #monsterfucking #supernatural!au

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