<b>[at 4:20 a.m.]<p/><b>707:</b> [rolls over and shakes MC awake]<p/><b>707:</b> lol 420 blaze it<p/><b>MC:</b> [shoves a pillow in 707's face]<p/><b>MC:</b> you literally have never done a drug in your life<p/></p>
tbh i only drew this bc i really wanted to draw thighs w/ stockings lmao i needed practice painting stuff heh genderbends are really fun so why not
also curvy yuuri will be the death of me
and to all of my new followers from the prince!au I thank you guys so much for liking it! I have a few things sketched out that I will most likely be finishing when winter break comes around so stay tuned! :D
title: kisses of carmine genre: explicit smut (with some fluff!) | vampire!au pairing: jung hoseok x reader x kim taehyung. plot: vegas to seoul. note: it is my aim to make people feel “put off” by these vampires. they are not desirable- i want to show the sadistic side to vampires more in this scenario, so please feel free to not read it if the use of very Messy themes make you extremely uncomfortable. warnings: daddy kink, girl on girl action, blood, gore, violence, the “c” word, a bad finger smut, seokjin being weird note note: this is split up into two parts as it would definitely be 20-30k all together, so, to save the trouble, here’s part 1 set in vegas, part 2 will be in seoul!!!
August 27th, 1956. 3 days after the death of Y/N L/N.
Chicago lies in pools of red.
It’s almost as if the sunny state of Illinois has been put under strict curfew- it involves rushing around in the safe, broad daylight with the uncertain safety that city cops have to provide, and then locking doors and shutting curtains on starswept evenings all in the fear of what remains unleashed in the shadows.
It’s been a full week since the mass murder on the city church. A show of crimson puddles and torn necks, eyes lifeless and bodies mangled in the nave and chancel of the large, rustic framed church. The stained glass can no longer offer a light as it lies in a shroud of melancholy and regret. America, a place of freedom and power, confined to curfews from 6am to 7pm- all at the hands of the Crimson Killers.
Newspapers eventually stopped writing articles for them. The news begins to get unhyped when it’s a new killing for every front page.
In Bates Manor, a large and neatly designed mansion located in the sparse green of the Black Forest near the outskirts of Chicago, Kim Taehyung paces back and forth with his hands in a knot behind his back. His mind is cloudy, thoughtless, empty.
“Pacing isn’t going to find her.”
At the brisk, bitter sound of his lovers voice, Taehyung opens his discoloured red eyes to briefly stare at the other boy, sitting with his legs outstretched towards a dancing fire, ankles hooked over each other silently thinking and breathing. He makes not a single noise in the haunting silence of the house.
“I’m working on it,” Taehyung replies. “Don’t rush me.”
“She could be out of Chicago for all we know,” Hoseok barks a laugh sarcastically. “And ‘ain’t that a bitch. I’m just wondering…whose fault might that be?”
His words are suggestive but Taehyung need not think hard. The results of what happened three nights before, with red stained bedsheets and broken furniture pieces- not to forget the discarded carcass of whatever loser he had emptied in the stale bathroom moments earlier-, had been disastrous. When Jung Hoseok, official superior mate of the younger, more naive vampire Kim Taehyung, had stepped into the scene with a heavy sense of burden on his beautiful expressions, Taehyung was restless. No blood, no love, no sex- his mate was resentful.
It all comes back to you- the beauty for the beast.
And, despite being your now mate, which only rarely happens, Kim Taehyung has not the smallest clue on your whereabouts.
I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so.
Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it.
Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous
“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace
to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy
today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t
handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time
high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a
month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are
times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.
“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy
dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me
with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had
created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco
mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he
still had a reputation to keep.
“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t
have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his
little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact
that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed
to any god there was up there to help him.
And just like that.
“Draco!” He turned
his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood
behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best
friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry
and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.
“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he
stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back
your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked
at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were
nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and
held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she
swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly
since you never visibly shown you were affected.
“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You
smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile
disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The
blonde gave you a baffled look.
“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You
hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.
“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.
Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and
decided to play along.
“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching
the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he
spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th
of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time.
“You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.
“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip
and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson
was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also
disintegrated your intelligence. Pansy
stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I
won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.
You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your
first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s
a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of
course. Friends don’t do that. You
sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle
and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to
you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at
him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit
it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy
having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.
“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his
shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk
evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You
suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”
“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing
“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”
He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he
just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for
dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a
friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the
start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and
how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There
are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty.
God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.
He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest
his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his
blonde locks between your fingers. You
knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except
“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down
at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand
movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm
over his eyes.
“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what
she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with
concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but
you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the
“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked,
trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a
half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn
yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The
blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you
were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.
“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better
view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He
sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your
heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was.
He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually
felt something when he kissed a girl.
“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He
said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on
our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft