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Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 1]

Originally posted by dimblethum

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut


A quarter century had passed since your birth and here you stand. Your emerald evening gown is pulled up, helping you to move quickly into an empty room somewhere in the plaza. The sounds of the string quartet your parents hired to play at your birthday party are muffled as he shut the door behind you.

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darthvders  asked:

Breathtaking kiss + obikin

Here you go!

Rating: T

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker

~1300 Words

Addition Tags: Canon Divergence, Post-Utapou, Anakin Doesn’t Fall

For the sake of this AU, pretend Anakin had a dollop of common sense and didn’t go running to Sidious’ rescue. Instead, he’s already at the Temple during Order 66.

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It hurts. It always hurts. In their relationship there is no such thing as soft touches or sweet kisses. It’s rough and painful. There’s always crescent shaped cuts in his wrist and fingertip bruises on his hips. Blood coats his lips from teeth.

It’s always the same. Every time. Dean fingers him open, hard and rough, spit coating his hand instead of lube. He pins Sam to the mattress as he fucks him from behind, animalistic sounds spilling past his lips because it hurts him as much as it hurts Sam but they wouldn’t have it any other way. Dean thinks, he hopes, he prays that if it hurts when they do this, that they’ll stop. That they’ll realize that a sin as dark as this isn’t supposed to feel good and they’ll finally stop.

Sam cried through it. His face pressed down into the pillow, his tears staining the fabric but Dean never sees it, never hears it because Sam knows that if he does then it will stop. And Sam doesn’t want that because he loves this too much.

It’s the only way he can have Dean and he will take it.

But still, at night when Dean is snoring loudly beside him, his face twisted in a picture of torment, Sam will dream of a place, of a time, of a universe where he can have this where it doesn’t hurt. He dreams of adoring smiles and tender touches. He dreams of a home that is permanent and doesn’t smell like mold. He dreams of a place where Dean smells like fire and wood and not like cheap beer and stale cigarette smoke. He dreams of a place where one day we will walk down the aisle to the man that he loves, a perfect bride for the perfect man.

Except Sam knows that he’s never going to be able to wear white for Dean. He’s worn white, covered the insides of him from Dean too many times.

In the morning, when the sunlight filters in through the window and washes away the sin that comes out in the night, Sam will place his own fingers over the imprints that mark his skin and he’ll hiss when he presses in on them and Dean won’t touch him again until it’s dark and the shadows come out to play.

And while Sam dreams of a place where everything is soft and he can make sweet sounds for Dean instead of choked sobs and sharp intakes of breath, he will still say please.

He will still beg for more because it’s the only thing he can do.



☾ pt1 | (1/?)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut + expecting parents au

word Count: 4,724

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin 

↠ description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.


“I want to have your baby,” is a particular string of words that is only considered acceptable in a certain number of situations.

Maybe between two lovers getting lost in the moment of their heightened feelings, and somehow the words just slip — that’s probably the most common occurrence of the phrase. Or maybe it’s a night out, alcohol in your system, and the words just sort of spill past your lips to the most ridiculously attractive stranger you’ve ever seen before you can even think to stop them. Even that, can still be considered at least borderline passable usage of the phrase. Hell, even the instance of a teenage girl proclaiming her love for her favorite celebrity with the heavy proclamation is still considered normal for the most part.

These, along with a few far-fetched others, were the only situations you could think of that allowed for the usage of those six words to be passable, yet, here you were, uttering that exact phrase, when you were in absolutely none of them. You weren’t getting caught up in the moment with lust-glazed eyes, you weren’t drunk and spewing nonsense at a bar to some guy, and you most certainly weren’t some star struck teenage girl staring up at her celebrity crush’s poster.

No, you were none of those things.

Instead, you were sitting across from your ex-boyfriend telling him that you wanted to have his baby… Yeah, totally passable usage of the phrase, right?

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  • white people: ugh Moana looks just like elsa/anna/rupunzel!
  • Pacific islanders: look at her nose! she has my nose!!! and the hair! i used to hate my hair but moana has it! and Moana has my body shape <3
Why does every sneak around with Stilinski’s sister? ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Stiles’ younger sister, Lydia’s younger friend, sneaking around with Isaac.

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Word Count: 700


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When We Collide

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”So what you’re saying is that I woke up this morning expecting everything to be butterflies and rainbows, called my chauffeur to pick me up and wasted gas all the way over to my office just because you couldn’t satisfy my request?”

Luke’s tone rose by each word that left past his pink lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his marker rolling between his fingers.

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Serena’s ecstatic reaction to kissing Bernie

Fix You Up - Castiel

Castiel x Child!Reader

Prompt: Cas crash lands in the backyard of a small girl named Y/N. His wings are bruised and cut. Somehow Y/N is able to see them and decides the only way to fix him up is with a good ol’ fashioned round of doctor.

This is probably gonna be REALLY cute so lets go!

The night was peaceful, calm. The soft hum of cicadas filing the forest air. A slight breeze whisked though the trees eternally, like that mild wind would keep up, forever rustling the trees.

Everything was almost suspended in a painting, the dark blues and greens blurred together in a photographed vision of peace among the earth.

And sitting there inside her bedroom was a little girl. Her bright E/C eyes sparkled with a fascinated innocence as she gazed up at the star speckled night sky. A smile was pasted onto her lips as the slowly moving stars captivated her entire existence.

And then, as if on cue, one star began moving quite a bit faster than the other ones.

She gasped. A shooting star! The H/C haired girl scrunched her eyes closed as she murmured a wish inside her head.

‘I really wish that I could have a friend! Pretty please?’

When she opened her eyes it startled her to see that the star wasn’t going away. It was getting bigger…

Her body was frozen in place as the bright white star appeared more red, a bit like a fire in her mind.

With a loud bashing sound that hurt her ears, the star crashed into her backyard.

She yipped like a startled fox, what was that!? The girl crouched down, her little eyes peaking over the windowsill to see the crater.

A few seconds later, almost routinely, a figure seemingly emerged from the rubble.

The girl gazed back up at the moon, briefly whispering a thank you before sprinting down the wooden steps, grabbing her flowery robe and throwing the door open.

By this time the figure had fully separated from the rubble and began shaking off the dirt that clung to his weakened frame.

“E-Excuse me!?” She chirped, her eyes fully drawn to the massive, towering wings that were attached to his shoulder blades, seemingly phasing through the trenchcoat he wore.

He looked at Y/N oddly, his head cocked to the side like a cat.

“Are you an angel?” He seemed a bit taken aback by this, momentarily wondering how she could have concluded this fact. You know, other than the fact he just crashed into her yard.

He paused, “Yes…”

She didn’t make any move of shock or understanding, only kept on glancing at his wings. In the pale moonlight she could see where the muscle at the top was scratched and some feathers had fallen out.

Y/N pointed to the tops of his majestic wings, “How did that happen?”

The man’s brows furrowed until he concluded that she must be able to see his wings. She must be an angel’s vessel… And a powerful one at that. He suspected that her blood was suited to Violiel. She even slightly resembled her when she was a fledgling.

“…I think that it’s better you don’t know about that” He murmured, his teeth clenching slightly at the pain brought with their crooked angle. Shaking his wings lightly, the dirt was shaken off the folding of his feathers.

The girl shrugged, walking closer to inspect the damage.

“They’re very fluffy… Does your cut hurt?” He looked at the young creation of his father with adoration. With all the things that he had done wrong… This was certainly his most redeeming creation.

“I suppose it does, yes” Almost instantly, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the house.

Her house looked fortunately spared from the wreckage his fall caused. It was true that he was expelled by the angel warding and he needed to return to the fray but for now… He supposed that it wouldn’t be too terrible if he laid low for a night.

“I can fix it! Just you wait!” She said with a cheer.

His sky blue eyes flickered with adoration for the small human, “What is your name?”

“Me? I’m Y/N. What’s your name, angel?” She had pushed aside the front door and beckoned for him to follow her. He folded in his wings to fit and shuffled in after her.


Y/N scrunched up her nose, “Cas… Cassiel?”

He shook his head, “Cas-ti-el”

“Cas…ti…el. Castiel… That’s such a pretty name!” The innocent figure had led Castiel into the living room and let go of his hand to rummage around a small box in the corner.

“Aha!” He leaned to the side in order to see what she had brought out.

It was a small plastic container with a red cross on the front. She opened the box and grabbed a handful of packets.

“Sit, sit! I can help!” Y/N grinned at the mere concept of being able to help someone else.

Ripping open the paper packet she revealed a large Dora the Explorer band-aid that she eagerly wrapped around the cuts that fit. Amusement drew a small smile from the stoic angel as she tried her absolute hardest to decorate his damaged wings with bright pink and blue band-aids. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that his wings wouldn’t heal this way.

“Thank you Y/N, it feels much better now” He was finally grasping the concept of why a human would lie in this instance. It made her look so incredibly happy.

With a childish laugh she burrowed her face into the blackish blue shimmer of his feathers, chuckling as she murmured how fluffy and soft they were. “Like a cloud” She mumbled.

It was a truly amazing sight to see, such a pure white soul. So absent of what the casual person would maintain. Her soul was so entirely bright that it practically illuminated the dimly lit living room.

Oh how the world would change poor, innocent Y/N.

But for this one instant, Castiel was pleased to have met the small girl with the bright blue band aids.

So yeah! That was my very first Child!Reader and I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed writing that! Thank you so much for the ask! 

me thinking about all the possibilities we can be given in ep 9 of yuri on ice

dunkirk || part four

(part one)

(part two) 

(part three) 


y/n’s always been there for harry, so why does he want to take little miss kendall jenner as his date for dunkirk’s premier?


“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N.” A huff slipped past your lips as you crossed your arms and slumped even further down the bench, refusing to meet Niall’s gaze. 

“I’m not being ridiculous. Just because I refuse to go home if Harry’s there doesn’t mean I’m being ridiculous.” 


“How did you even find me?”

“You and I both know you’d never stray too far away from home. Plus, you always come t’ t’e park whenever you’re stressed. And, uh - Y’know. T’e fans are like detectives.” Niall gestured for you to scoot over a tiny bit before sitting himself down next to you. “I know Harry’s being a prick, but I hate seein’ t’e two of you bein’ mad at each other. Not t’ mention, it’s never blown up t’is much before. And I know you’re really mad at Harry cos he wants t’ take Kendall to the premier, but if you could just come back and I’ll get him to-” 

“It’s not helping that you’re the one who came to find me instead of Harry.” You murmured, wrapping the coat tighter around yourself as you shivered slightly. 

“If you won’t come home for Harry, will ya at least come home for some hot cocoa? Just t’ warm ya up. Your nose is all red and your fingers look blue.”


“Thanks very much. Have a nice day.” Harry smiled, taking the bouquet of roses from the storeowner as he placed a couple notes in her hand. 

If he was going to get you to forgive him, he was going to do it right. With flowers, chocolates, and a big ol’ speech at the end. Thanks to the boys, he finally understood why you were mad at him. (Besides the part where he kicked you out of the house. He had a lot to apologize for.) He had been ungrateful, and yes, maybe he took advantage of you sometimes. He felt extremely guilty after his little chat with the boys, and he would have understood if you didn’t want to speak to him anymore. 

You had done so much for him, and supported him with everything, so now it was his turn to do something for you. Harry had already planned out exactly what was going to go down. He had gotten Niall to go and fetch you, so that would give him time to prepare. First, he would be there on his knees when you open the door. At this point, he really didn’t mind if he looked pathetic or not - All he wanted was his Y/N back. Afterwards, he get up from his knees and hand you the flowers. And then he’d go on with his speech, and then, he’d take you out for a nice dinner. Not to mention, he had also bought a couple gifts for you. Now, he knew he wasn’t going to win you back with just presents, but it was worth a shot. 

“This’ll work. This’ll work.” Harry muttered to himself as he dug through his pockets for the house key, being careful not to drop the flowers. He’d dress up in that tux you liked on him, and everything would be fine - God, he had fucked up really badly, didn’t he? Harry just wanted this to work out.


“Now, are you ready to go?” Niall rolled his eyes, watching as you picked the remaining sprinkles off your plate and popped your finger into your mouth. You guys were on your way back until you had gotten distracted by the donut store. You hadn’t eaten anything all night, but a donut probably wasn’t the most nutritious choice. You dragged Niall in there not only for a donut, but.. Well, you were nervous. What if things were just plain awkward with Harry now? You certainly hadn’t planned out what you were going to say to him. Should you apologize? Maybe you were the one who was being dramatic. It was just a premier, after all. But it was Harry’s premier - That was a big deal. 

“Can’t we get another one?” You smiled sheepishly, trying your best to stall as much as possible. 

“I know what you’re doin’, Y/N. I wasn’t born yesterday.” Niall snorted, reaching over and pulling the plate away from you. “I promise nothing bad is going t’ happen.” 

“But what if.. What if I made things weird? He probably knows I like him and, ugh, this is just.. I’ve never been in this situation before.. We should google it! Ask YahooAnswers or something.” You offered, Niall laughing lightly before shaking his head and pushing his chair back to stand up. 

“C’mon. Let’s go solve t’is problem. Are you coming or not?” 

“I’m sorry for not realizing how much of an idiot I was. I’m sorry for being an arse in general. I know I’ve been a shitty friend lately, and I really wanna make it up to yeh..” Harry trailed off, rubbing his hands together nervously as he paced back and forth by the front door. Where was Niall?? Or more importantly, where were you?? The confidence he had earlier was beginning to dissolve into nothing but doubt. This wasn’t going to work - You were a smart girl, a speech and a couple presents wasn’t going to woo you. On the other hand.. You were Y/N. Sweet, forgiving Y/N. 

“My Y/N.” Harry whispered to himself, his head whipping towards the door when he heard the doorbell ring. Odd. Didn’t Niall have the house keys? Oh, whatever. He snatched the bouquet of roses off the countertop and checked himself out in the mirror one more time before walking over to the door. His hand froze to the handle as he stared down at it. It was now or never, right? “Let’s do this.” He breathed out, clearing his throat before opening the door. 

“Before you say anything, I-” Harry immediately cut himself off when he realized it wasn’t you who was at the front door, it was- “Kendall?” 

“I should apologize, right? I mean, I was a little mean. And I didn’t explain everything to Harry. Maybe I should have hinted more instead of completely shutting off.” You shrugged, sticking your hands in your pockets again as you and Niall walked through the neighbourhood to the house. 

“I’m not going t’ interject. I give terrible advice, love.” Niall snorted, waving you off. The both of you rounded the corner, closer to the house. “I’m not going to say much, but I know for sure Harry’s got somethin’ planned fer ya. A big surprise, he said.” 

“A big surprise, huh? The last time he said that he came back with short hair.” You laughed lightly, walking into the driveway and- “…?” 

You froze as you saw someone none other than Kendall pulling Harry into a tight hug and planting a kiss on his cheek before chattering about something. Harry was holding a bouquet of roses, and he was wearing a tux, and- This was what you came home for? To see Harry and Kendall, and rub it in your face to confirm that yes, he was definitely taking Kendall Jenner to the premier. 

“Certainly a surprise.” You snapped, immediately u-turning and heading back to the park. You knew it was a bad decision to come back. 

Y/N- Y/N, wait!” 

Always be Here

Originally posted by squintlovely

Charachters: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, ABUSE - if you are at all uncomfortable with this then I highly suggest you do not read.

Request: an imagine with jughead comforting a reader with nightmares pls <3<3

A/N: Here you go sweet anon! I hope you enjoy ;-*


Your past was rough. But everyone knew that. Your dad beat your mother and sometimes you until the age of 9 when a neighbor filed a police report after hearing the terrible sounds one night. Your father was currently in jail serving a life sentence and your mom had packed all of your things and moved you both back to her hometown of Riverdale. 

You kept to yourself mostly, until a raven haired boy by the name of Jughead Jones approached you. He had been intrigued with you the moment his eyes landed on you, he noticed all of your behaviors but never pried, trying to make sure you were never uncomfortable.  

Eventually, your past made its way past your lips a couple years after meeting him and all he could do was hug you as you told him detail after detail accompanied with a load of tears. But he never minded, in his eyes you were strong and beautiful and he could never see you otherwise. After that, you both were closer than ever, and you were always there for each other, especially when a good rant just need to leave your systems. 

Your mother on the other hand never really did recover. She was always in and out of rehab every few months, claiming she was going through yet another problem. Because of this, she was never really there to parent you, you practically raised yourself. Without Jughead you would’ve truly been alone.
Your past plagued you with nightmares. Your mom’s screams for help, your father yelling at her to shut up. And then he would come after you. Night after night the torment continued and each morning you would lock it all away and wait until the next one that evening.

You never let anyone now about the nightmares. They were your own little secret. Jughead had his suspicions when he would continuously see the bags under your eyes, but said nothing.

Now it was another normal Friday night. You and Jughead were both at your house finishing homework so that you wouldn’t be stressed about it the rest of the weekend. He usually would accompany you on Friday nights so that you wouldn’t be lonely. (Your mom had checked herself into another rehab because of ‘attempted drug use”, but you knew it was just another excuse.)  

On that night, you had ordered takeout from Pop’s as you both worked on homework for Algebra 2. After you had finished an hour later, you realized just how late it was. “I can’t believe it’s already 10:00.” Jughead quickly looked at the clock to confirm your statement. “Wow.” He commented. 

“You turned to him with a look of worry. “Jug, I don’t want you walking home this late, especially with Jason’s death. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you-.” He quickly cut you off. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the couch here or something.” He assured you. You nodded and went to grab him a few blankets and a pillow so that he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. He thanked you and then went to situate them in a way that would suit his tall figure.

“I’m go gonna go to bed then, Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning Jug.” You said as you kissed him on the cheek and then headed off to your room. You brushed your teeth and washed your face quickly before changing into some pj’s and climbing into bed. You sighed softly knowing what was to come when you closed your eyes but persuaded yourself to do so anyway. A few minutes later, you were asleep.

“You lying slut!” your father roared as your mother flinched in her seat. “You know you aren’t supposed to talk to other men! What the hell were you thinking!?” Your mother looked at him confused. “I was talking to my cousin. I haven’t seen him in 5 ye-.” She was interrupted with a loud slap. She gripped her cheek as hot tears ran down her face.

“Don’t talk back to me! You should know not to by now.” He took another swig of what seemed to be his fifth beer. “I don’t fucking care if he was your cousin, you’re mine.” He took another drink. “You and little y/n over there.” He turned to you as you tried to avoid his stare. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” He growled as you quickly looked up at him. “I-I’m sorry daddy.” He grinned, “That’s better. “Now,” he walked over to your small trembling frame and came to stop with his arms crossed.

“Any news about school? How are your grades? He opened another beer as he waited for you to answer. ‘Well, we had a spelling test but I…” you trailed off knowing you’d be in trouble. “But what?” He snarled. “I-I-I didn’t d-do so well.” You finished quietly as you looked down. Your father was enraged.

You felt a burning pain on your cheek and shrieked in response. “Why the fuck are we putting you in a damn school if you never learn anything you fucking idiot!!?” he shouted as another strike came down. All you could do was scream when-

You were shaken awake as blue worried eyes peered down at you. His rustled black hair fell in his face as he called your name trying to get a response.
“Y/n?” you sat up breathing hard as you gripped the sheets, trying to gain some control over your movements. Stray tears fell down your face as Jughead pulled you into his body trying his best to calm you down. “Shh y/n… It’s ok… I’m here…” You only heard small bits of what he was saying as you tried to calm down.

“Hey, can you hear me? Good. Now listen to my voice. I want you to breathe in and out with me, understood?” you nodded as you listened to his soothing voice and inhaled. “Good job, you’re doing so good, I’m here y/n, I’m here.” You continued to deep breathe and eventually the tears stopped. But Jughead continued to hold you, slightly rocking you back and forth.

“How long?” he finally asked after a moment of silence. “How long what?” “How long have you been having nightmares?” he clarified. You finally detached yourself from him and immediately regretted it when his comforting arms disappeared. “Since I moved here.” You replied quietly.

“What” you cowered and bowed your head immediately muttering a sorry. “No.” he lifted your head up with his pointer finger. “Don’t you ever be sorry. I’m just upset that you never told me about this within the longevity of our friendship.” He looked into your deep e/c eyes and sighed. 

“Were they about your dad?” you nodded slowly. He silently cursed to under his breath. “Y/n, I can’t pretend I know what you’re going through because I don’t. But I will ALWAYS be here for you, ok? Always. Even if its 2 am and you’ve woken up with another nightmare call me, and I will come for you. I promise.” Your lip trembled as he pulled you into another embrace. “I’ll always be here…”

dusknightmare  asked:

"You dumb cat! I just wanted you to kiss me, can't you take a hint already?"

“You dumb cat! I just wanted you to kiss me, can’t you take a hint already?” Marinette pouted her lips as she stared down the small black kitten in her arms.

“Yo girl you can’t force Mr. Whiskers to love you,” Alya said as she reached out to take the squirming kitten from Marinette.

“I just wanted to cuddle with the kitty,” Marinette said dejectedly still pouting.

“I know another cat you can cuddle with Marinette,” Adrien’s words slipped past his lips before he could stop them

“You do?” She looked up at him hopefully.

“I think he means Chat Noir, Mari,” Alya laughed. Marinette frowned.

“Yeah well I wouldn’t be cuddling Chat Noir if I found him in my room,” Marinette said as she turned back to Alya. Marinette was thinking about what she might use to hit him with before shoving him out the window while Adrien on the other hand was having trouble breathing.

“Yo dude you okay?” Nino asked his very frozen and red friend. Adrien wondered just what Marinette had in mind for Chat Noir as he made the decision to visit her later tonight.

you ain’t getting sin from me that easy!

What Happens in Vegas

What Happens in Vegas

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1261

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

The story is for (@winchester-writes) #Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge. My prompt was Jameson Irish Whiskey - “What the actual fuck happened last night?”. The quote will be bolded in the story.

Rose I hope this is what you wanted and all the best for your birthday.

Thank You to @mycapt-ohcapt and @wereleopard58 for helping me with ideas on this.

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This is for @itstousledbird!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

This was supposed to be routine. Routine. Routine. Routine.

You repeated the thought like a mantra, attempting to ignore the sore parts of your body as another cough wheezes past your lips. Smoke, dust, and ash all inhaled and promptly coughed out, sucked in, until you manage to wiggle a hand free from its confines and cover your mouth.

It takes a couple seconds before you can somewhat breathe again, at least without another coughing fit. Shifting your body makes some of the small pieces of rubble shift and drop down, another thing of dust lifted up but you’re able to ignore it well enough. Pulling your other hand free from the fallen debris and sucking in a sharp breath, it had to have been broken, there was no way that it wasn’t.

With your only useable hand you shift uncomfortably to one side, shimming your hand from the side to pat down your torso, feeling the lump beneath and after rummaging in the dark you finally pull out the communicator. Flipping the switch on, the broken screen lights up the collapsed debris you’re trapped in. Flicks of dust and ash filtering through the air, stirred up by the explosion and your presence.

Static from the communicator nearly makes you jump, an agonized groan as the static continues before finally reaching a signal.

“Hello!? Anyone there, respond!”

Pressing down on the button you take a breath, ignoring the urge to cough.

“I’m here.” Your voice is a lot softer than you would like, but after letting go of the button brief static fills the small space again, and you lift your head up to take a glance at the ruins you were trapped in. A small space you were fortunate enough to be in, but large piles of concrete and wood surrounded you, threatening to fall at the smallest movement. Behind you a sharp piece of concrete jutted against our spine painfully, the sticky feeling when you shifted let you know it pierced skin and you were likely bleeding. But it offered slight support for your to rest your head back on.

“[Name]! Is that you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s your position?”

You glanced around the small confined space, there wasn’t anything distinguishable to make out, and the blast you were sure had been big enough to knock you from your original location.

“I don’t know, sir. The explosion collapsed everything.”

Silence greeted you, and you wondered briefly if this small spot was going to be your grave. If they were going to find you, you hoped you would be in an easy location but.. You could feel your palms get slick with sweat, the small space was stuffy, and it made your heart hammer.

There’s no oxygen flow.

You kept yourself from hyperventilating but you could feel the steady increase of your heart, it pounded against your rib cage like you wished to pound on the debris to get yourself out. But you didn’t know how far down you were, and how much was above you, the last thing you wanted to do was die slowly with part of your body crushed.

“What was your last position?”

“South-” You could feel your lips tremble, and you tried to reign in your emotions. You had been taught better, and like liquid steel you filled your veins up with it, calmed your beating heart and closed your eyes. Picturing another place, a beach, a comfy bed. “Southeast of barracks. Near the tower.”


Thousands of thoughts threatened to consume you and throw you into a panic and you tried to focus on meditating, on slowing your breathing to keep yourself from using what little oxygen you were sure you had in this makeshift coffin.


Your heart jumps, and your fingers tremble when you press onto the communication device.

“Bucky?” Oh thank God. He was alive, he had survived the explosion. “I mean, uh, Sergeant.” You corrected, thankful that he wasn’t here to see the blush you could feel crawl itself up your neck and flush your cheeks.

“Are you alright?” His voice is quiet, almost nervous and you furrow your eyebrows and open your eyes, as if that’ll help you picture his face better.

“Besides being trapped in what could become my coffin, I’m fine.” You breathe out a shaky laugh and let go of the communication button, squeezing your eyes closed.

“Don’t joke about that.” His voice is serious and your stomach drops with guilt. You hadn’t meant to upset him, but joking in scary situations had always made you feel better.

“S-Sorry, sir.” You stammer your reply, chest squeezing and churning feeling of guilt. You really should just focus on clearing your thoughts and keeping your heart from racing, and talking to him didn’t help either of those things, for many reasons.

“You didn’t answer, soldier.”

Oh! Right, the question.

“F-Fine for the most part,” You licked your lips. “My right hand is broken, and there’s concrete against my back, it’s wet so I assume blood, but I can feel my toes.” You swallowed down a nervous laugh.

There’s a large sigh of relief through the communication device and you open your eyes and look down at it.

“I thought I had lost you.”

Your heart hammers against your ribcage once more, and you inwardly curse at him, why did he have to sound like that?


“I saw the explosion hit,” Silence follows for a moment. “You were the closest, others are injured but I couldn’t help but-” It falls silent and you look down, wondering if the communication device had loss signal or just died on you. Damn thing could never hold a charge properly.

“I was scared,” Scared? “We’ve been uncovering the rest of soldiers, some have.. Some didn’t make it. Others are injured or in critical condition but there was no word from you. I thought.. I thought-” There’s a shuddering sigh and you don’t know what to say, chewing on the inside of your lip as you stared up against the darkness. “It’s been several hours since the explosion with no word, they were ready to rule you off as KIA.”

Hours? KIA? You can feel your stomach clench and you squeeze your eyes shut, pressing down on the communication device so it keeps you from hearing his reply. Instead, he can hear your shuddering breath and sniff before you release the button. They had almost ruled you out and this would have been your coffin for sure, calling against the communication device until it died and either the debris crushed you, or you suffocated.

“I wasn’t just scared.. I was terrified. How could I lose you?”

What in God’s name was he saying? Confessing, what was going on? Was this some joke done by your comrades since they knew of your feelings for the sergeant? If it was, you would be sure to wring each of their necks so they would wish the explosion had killed them-

If it hadn’t already.

You swallowed thickly. The small space of your enclosed coffin was starting to feel warm, sweat beginning to beat against your forehead and you didn’t want to say anything about it. You were running on limited time, and you didn’t want them to know, didn’t want to worry anyone into recklessness.


“I’m here, sorry.” You suck in another breath and try to hold it.

“Are you alright?” You wonder if he’s going to repeat that, but you know it’s a stupid question because you would if the situation was reversed. In fact you’d probably be a blubbering mess on the other side of it, trying to remain cool headed in the face of the person you had fallen in love with nearly dying. Perhaps it was a good thing your feelings weren’t requited, you don’t know how well you’d handle this situation if he cared about you, like you did him.

“Fine, sir. It’s just getting stuffy.”

The line was silent, and you cursed, you hadn’t said the right thing.

“Are you running out of oxygen?”

You didn’t want to answer, squeezed your eyes shut and hoped maybe he would change the subject.

“Soldier, answer me.”


“Yes, sir.”

You let go of the button and immediately on the other line before he lets go of it, you can hear shouting. Commands to hurry up the search project, distant shouting.

“[Name], I need you-” His voice cuts off and you can hear him curse, and imagine him running his hand through his hair like he usually did when frustrated. “Stay with me okay? I can’t lose you.”

“Careful, sir, tell a girl that and she’ll get the wrong idea.” You joke, hoping to lighten the mood slightly, less the situation send you into an actual panic.

“What if I want you to?”

Your heart jumps, and you can feel the heat crawl back up to your face.


“Goddamnit [Name].” There’s shuffling around, another shout, another command but he hasn’t taken his finger off the button. “We’re a week away from going home and you manage to get yourself in this situation.”

You press the button and laugh softly.

“I’m always looking to spice things up.”

There’s a small but pained chuckle in response.

“Yeah, but how about you wait to spice things up after I ask you out?”

You freeze, not like you could have moved anyway, the steady thumping of your heart and you struggle to keep yourself from breathing shallow.

“D-Don’t make jokes like that.” You don’t even have the will to play it off as a joke, to continue to pretend you don’t have feelings for him so things didn’t get awkward.

“I’m not joking.”

You’re floundering for words, pressing down on the button to speak but your mouth opens and closes. Finally letting go of the button and staring up into the dark, heart hammering in your chest. Had the oxygen made you hear what you wanted? It was a nice way to go but a little heartbreaking if that was the case..


“I’m here!” You jerk, a stabbing pain against your back from the movement and dust kicks up and you cough once.

“Goddamnit, [Name].”

“Sir-I,” You struggle for the words again and swallowing is dry and painful. “What are you- I mean- if so.. How-”

“Slow down,” You immediately snap your mouth shut and close your eyes, remembering that you need to breathe deeply and attempt to calm your racing heart and the nervous butterflies that are making you feel sick.

“I.. From the first moment I saw you.”

Oh how terribly cliche he was, and how terrible you were for letting that fluster you even more.

“You were stubborn, strong, determined. No matter what, you didn’t let anyone or anything get to you. Even when I was purposely hard on you to try to break that.”

“I knew it!” You nearly shouted, turning into a half cough and wheeze that has you cringing. “You sonofabitch.”

There’s muffled laughter on the other side and it eases the tightness in your chest, but only produces more nervous butterflies.

“It wasn’t hard to see how you felt. Purposely teasing you was fun.”

“You what?”

“The security checks while you were changing, or in the shower weren’t exactly random.”

“You pervert!”

His laugh is full blown now, and though you’re so embarrassed and sure that your face is every shade of red that existed, enough blood rushing up to make your head spin. You couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face.

“Wait- does that mean?”

“More than likely, yes.”

“Why did you move me from the barracks I was in?”

“One of the guys confessed to having feelings for you..” There was a sheepish tilt to his voice, but no remorse or guilt to be heard.

“So you moved me away?”

“Yes, I didn’t want him hitting on you.”

“Were you jealous?”


You hadn’t expected that response and felt yourself stunned into silence. Sure, you knew exactly who he was talking about, the guy hadn’t been subtle about his advances. You had attempted to be polite, and it had been failing miserably for you that day you had planned to confront him and set him straight. Instead, you got orders you were switching barracks and thus, switching routine up and after that you barely saw him and your problem was effortlessly, but confusingly, solved.

“How could I not be?” There’s a nervous laughter from him, and you’re silent. “You’re beautiful, more so than any porcelain doll.”

“The nickname-”

“Yeah, doll.”

Your stomach is rolling with butterflies and you’re blushing so bad you’re on the verge of tears, and maybe you’re a little scared, nervous for sure. You hadn’t expected any of this to happen, and maybe you really were hallucinating.

“This spunky woman comes in, prettier than anything I’ve ever seen and manages to kick ass and take names while she’s at it. I thought you would give me the most trouble, and I was right.”

“Sorry?” It sounds more of a question than you had meant it to be.

“It’s not exactly easy to keep how I felt hidden around you, but it was a good kind of trouble.”


“I should have told you sooner.”

The two of you had been on friendly enough terms, you went out with your other comrades and Bucky would tag along. You would playfully hit on him and he returned the favor, you had never thought it was anything serious, that he would ever return the feelings you had developed for him. You were content to keep it to yourself, the last thing you wanted was to be transferred to someone else because you couldn’t keep composure. But if he had found it, did he know? For how long? Did he not transfer you because he felt the same? You had considered him a good friend, and you had hoped he felt the same, and you thought you had done a good job of keeping it strictly professional on missions such as these. Never letting your thoughts stray, drilling your instincts rather than what your heart and head wanted you to do when danger rose.

You shifted uncomfortably, the air was hot, and it was getting difficult to breathe and honestly you were getting scared. More so than you were before, unable to contain the rapid drum of your heart any longer, from his confession and from your situation. It felt like fog to think, and you had been so caught up with nervous excitement you hadn’t realized the state you were in. The sweat dripping down the side of your neck, the shallow breathing, it was all drowning out the excitement of his confession and placing you back to reality.

“[Name]?” There’s an urgent concern and you press down on the button, allowing your head to fall back.

“It’s hot.” You murmur, too tired to lift your voice any higher and there’s panic through the device which is only hot against your stomach.

“[Name], stay with me. You’ve survived longer than this in situations.” It was a lie, and you both knew it. You had been unconscious under the rubble for an unspecified amount of time if what he said earlier was any indication. They had been ready to say you were KIA and give up, how many hours ago was that? It had to be a lot, but your hazy memory couldn’t place the exact number.

Just a lot.

“Can we..” You lick your dry lips, and your tongue feels foreign in your own mouth. “Can we.. stop talking about the past? I could.. I could be dead in a matter of hours and I don’t.. I don’t really want to think about what could have been.” You let go of the button and he’s about to speak but you aren’t finished. “I.. I don’t know.. But can I be selfish?”

“Whatever you want, doll.”

There are tears burning against your eyes, and it’s not from blushing.

“Make me up a future.”

“A future?” His voice is shaking, there’s concern and you know you should be worried too, but you can’t bring yourself to feel it.

“Mhm.” Is the most you can muster at the moment.

“How about a future with me? We’ll get you out of there, and I’ll ask you to marry me.”

That brings a small laugh from you.

“Aren’t you skipping the dating phase?”

“What if I only want to spend the rest of my life with you? We’ve already been through enough.”

“Okay..” You smile against the tears dripping down your face. “Make me up a future with you.”

“We’ll get you out of there, we’ll get married. I’ll get down on one knee and propose to you, can you forgive me for not having a ring at the moment?”

“I guess.” You chuckle at the same time he does.

“Thank you, doll. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll buy you the prettiest ring it’ll make your dead ancestors roll in their grave out of jealousy. Then we can go search for a house, I know you said you wanted a quiet one, away from the noisy city - maybe something with a large yard. Maybe something by a lake?”


“We’ll get a dog, like you always talk about getting once you’re out of the military. A big ol’ dog to run around our large yard, we’ll stay up and watch the stars and movies. I’ll make you breakfast in bed everyday if you want me to.”

His voice is like a lullaby, the fuzzy warm feeling in your chest is only making you even more tired. You want to sleep, and the nagging voice telling you to keep awake is only growing more and more faint.

“[Name]?” There’s his frantic voice, and it takes too much energy to push down on the button for the device, and everything else in you to respond.

“M’ere.” Is all you manage, his voice growing faint and you can hear shouting but there’s a fuzzy silence in your head and sleep sounds so wonderful. A nice nap before you continue this silly conversation with your hallucinations.

Yes, that sounds nice.

You drift in darkness, floating through time and space. Like a slow decent down a calm river, slowly being taken away by the waves and it’s so soothing. If this was death, then it wasn’t so bad, you could get used to it. But there’s something rough digging into your back and shoulder, a violent shake of your little tube.


Something is up against your face, and you toss your head one way, attempting to remove the uncomfortable sensation but the rush of cold air has you peeling your eyes open and squinting against the light. The oxygen mask pressed to your face as others rush around beside you, and you can see his face hovering over yours, wide blue eyes filled with worry.

“Am I in heaven?” You manage to mumble, some energy returning to you, and the smile that breaks across his face makes the still butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“Not yet, doll. You can’t go where I can’t follow you.”

It’s painful, your entire body aches. There’s a rough makeshift cast on your broken hand as they lug you up to your feet, attempting to keep you awake while another comrade keeps the oxygen mask to your face. You shoot them a sour look and they roll their eyes, and you can faintly hear ‘just be happy you’re alive’.

“[Name],” You turn your attention back over to Bucky and your heart leaps into your chest when you see him down on one knee. The hallucinating thoughts and conversations had been real, and the blush manages to creep back up onto your face, much to his amusement. “Will you marry me?”

The grin is through tears, and they allow you to remove the oxygen mask so you can say yes properly, and before you know it you’re swept up into his arms. Lips pressed heavily against yours and the oxygen you had is knocked out of you, the flush burning against your face.

“Hey, hey! Goddamnit Barnes! We just got her breathing, try not to take it all away again!” He pulls back and is met with a harsh smack against his head from the grumpy field medic who places both hands on her hips and looks at your two grinning faces.

“Alright fuckin’ lovebirds, put the oxygen mask back on her. She’ll need it until she’s back where I can examine her lungs properly.” You begin to whine but Bucky has already moved the oxygen mask back into place, and before you can call him a traitor, he’s already scooped you up into his arms. The medic rolls her eyes but a soft smile graces her face.

“Congratulations, you two.”

Happy New Years!

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               Another day, perhaps another year, spent by his side and in his arms.
         The two of you spent the holidays with just one another and a crackling warm fireplace. While the two of you celebrated with your own pleasurable fireworks as the both of you converged as one.


             Trapped underneath Laito, the both of you lay by the crackling fire which popped as it ate away at the logs, on layers of soft blankets. As Laito held your wrists above your head with his hips pressed against yours as he lead down and moaned in your ear,
    “How about we celebrate the New Years by becoming one?” He blushed as the fantasy of you panting and moaning his name passionately as he played mercilessly with your body. As Laito groaned your name in your ear, as a blush of warmth blossomed throughout your body and pooled between your legs. With Laito’s thick harden length pressing against your center, as a soft whimpered slipped past your lips. While your eyes grew hazy with lust,
   "Ah~ what an erotic face little bitch, for that I’ll give you more pleasure.“ Laito cooed as he teasingly thrusted his hips against yours, grinding your hips as he watched the blush grow heavier on your cheeks. As he let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips holding them more as his movements grew rougher,
   "Beg for me to love you all over.” He groaned as he sunk his fangs deep into your skin, ripping through it painfully as you let out a meek whimper that excited Laito even farther. As you begged for him, while you wrapped your legs around his waist. When Laito let go of your wrists and ran his hands down your sides before running them up your shirt.
   Panting, “Ngh, little bitch I’ll ravish your body to the point of exhaustion.” He cooed as he watched your crimson blood flow from the deep mark, as he ripped your bra down freeing your breasts.
   "So feel my love deeply little bitch.“ Laito growled playfully in your ear.


             Gently kissing you, Kanato slipped a small half of a warm chocolate coated strawberry past your lips. As you groaned into Kanato’s mouth at the creamy and juicy flavor of the two mixed together. When Kanato pulled back with a soft smile and his lavender eyes dancing with delight,
    "Ne~ delicious is it not?” Kanato questioned as he watch you savor it’s flavor before agreeing with him with a grin. When Kanato’s smile twisted into a predatory smirk as he pushed you down onto the fluffy blankets.
    “But wouldn’t the chocolate and strawberries taste better if I ate them off your nude body?” He mused with a soft cooed as his eyes began flicker with desire as he picked up the knife. Which gleamed from the glowing light castes by the fire. As Kanato swiftly ripped through your shirt and bra as the tip grazed your skin, splitting it as blood began to well up along the cut.
    Sharply yelping Kanato’s name as his eyes lowered to the cut that was in the dip between your breasts,
    “Perhaps the strawberries and chocolate will taste even better mixed wth such sweet blood.” Kanato cooed as he dropped the knife next to you and picked up the hot bowl of melted chocolate drizzling into yours breasts. As it makes sure to coat your nipples, before taking strawberries and placing them on your soft buds.
    Panting softly with your cheeks a soft pink flush as you whimpered Kanato’s name, he drunk in the sight greedily as he groaned,
    “Ah, my little doll looks so cute coated in sweets while wearing such a naughty face.” Reaching down Kanato ran his slender fingers through your hair as he promised with a deep and husky voice that made your eyes widen as your heart fluttered.
       "I’ll make sure to devour you painfully as I claim all that you are.“  Kanato leaned down and ate a strawberries


               Running your hands through its soft red hair making it messy as Ayato rested with his head on your chest. As he watched the fire crackle and leap as it danced on the log it burned. When he suddenly pulled away and looked down at you where you laid underneath,
       "Nn,” Ayato grunted with a smirk as his yellow green eyes sparkled with desire as he admitted, “listening to your heart pumping blood is making me excited, all I want to do is mark you all over, but first,” Ayato ripped off your shirt, reducing it shreds as he threw it on the floor. Before leading down, his breath hitting your skin softly as he snapped your bra with his fangs.
   Letting out a startled whimper as you eyes went wide with shock and you exclaimed Ayato’s name. As he grabbed your breasts roughly as pain flickered in your eyes at the abuse.
     Growled possessively,
    “These are mine, you are mine, everything you are belongs to me.” As he sunk his fangs deep into your skin just above your nipple, as he groaned at the taste of your blood as it began to rapidly pour into his mouth.
     "Only give your blood to me!“ He ordered as he moved between your breasts and ripped your skin open with his fangs,
     "Allow ‘this pain and everything am into you. As I teach your body over and over who it belongs to.” He groaned as your blood dripped from his lips and onto your skin,
     "Never show this cute face to another person ever.“ Ayato commanded as he ran his hands down yours sides and to your hips,
     "I’ll make you addicted to me, so that you only ever crave my touch and yearn for my fangs.” Ayato proclaimed as he ripped off the rest of your clothing, leaving you bare as he said softly, the pride in his eyes fading to show his unsure vulnerability,
     "Because it’s more than enough to stay by my side as we cross into another year, isn’t it?“

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Sakamaki’s Eldest Three
Worked on by two friends and myself, but one seemed to vanish from online. So in their honor and the permission of the other I will post what we have created together.

He will never allow you to escape, now that he finally has you cornered.


           Wrapping your legs around Ayato’s waist, and your arms were draped around his neck, with the tips of your fingers nuzzled into his red hair. As you arched into Ayato, with your head held back by Ayato as he held your hair in a firm grasp.
   "Tell me. That I’m the best and all you need is to remain by my side.” Ayato’s voice started off rough as it slowly began softer and vulnerable as he leaned down to kiss you. His lips cold and soft against yours as his arm that held you by your waist tightened. While his fangs softly grasped your bottom lip before he shallowly pierced it.
   Making you yelp against Ayato’s mouth as blood began to filled his mouth while he groaned loudly. As he pulled away,
   "I’ll mark you over and over, so be proud and display them with pride.“ He commanded with a smirk as he lightly kissed your jaw while scrapping the tips of his fangs against your flesh.
    "The blood closest to your heart will taste the best, I bet.” Ayato commented as he let go of your hair and removed the red bow, dropping the flimsy fabric onto the floor.
     "Do you wish for Ayato-sama to mark your breasts and claim for my own?“ He questioned with a purr as a flush burned in your cheeks as your breath hitched. While Ayato slowly unbuttoned your shirt, exposing more and more of your skin to the cold classroom air. As the possibly of someone walking in on the both of you began to dawned on you as you voiced your cornered.
     "Let them, everyone should know the best prey belongs to me!” Ayato smirked as he suddenly ripped your shirt as you loudly gasped and questioned why.
     "So now you’ll be forced to wear my jacket to cover yourself. It will be clear to everyone whose you are now.“ He explained as he leaned down and pulled your bra down so that it pushed your breasts up. As he dug his fangs into your flesh just above your heart. While pain coursed through your body at his harsh bite as his hand began to run up your backsides before running down your sides.
      "Your blood, I can feel it coursing through my vines. I need more.” Ayato growled when he pulled away as your blood stained his lips and dripped onto your flesh. As it ran down the curve of your pushed up breast while Ayato groaned and a possessive desire flickered in his eyes.
    “Everything, I’ll take everything and consume you completely. Your mine.”


         "Need I even questioned what you desire? When lust and greed tell me such a honest story as they dance in your eyes and dominant your body.“ Reiji purred as he told you in taunting amusement,
      "What lustful prey you are, hot and receptive to my simplest touches, I believe I need not ask, only act.” Smirking Reiji added,
       "So quickly are you reduced to nothing but basic desire.“  You blushed with embarrassment at Reiji teasing words, as you looked away sheepishly and softly denied it.Causing Reiji growled dangerously, his eyes narrowing while Reiji stopped with his hands placed on your hips, while his grasp become harsh, as you whimpered out in agony,.
     "How deplorable you are, denying me so boldly.When I so graciously decided to pleasure you in ways that are unimaginable. Perhaps my affections where misplaced?” His words were cold and clipped as your eyes widened with a different type of fear and you yelped out a distressed protest. As Reiji smirked in amusement and bloodlust flickered in his sharp, cool, eyes.
    “Then I’ll strip you of everything. Your humanity, pride, peace of mind, dignity, everything. As I train you, whip you into perfection.” Your heart stopped at his words before it began to pounded painful, as your breathe caught and your eyes filled with uncertainty.
    “Is that what you hoped for when you picked me? To lacking any flaws and be my treasured prey?” He questioned with a soft coo, as he ran his hands gently up your sides, his eyes softening only slightly. When you whispered Reiji’s name and told him with a gentle yet determined voice that you would endure anything he sought fit to remain by his side.
    “Such willful prey.” Reiji praised you before,musing with a dangerous smirk, “I wonder how much pleasure your mortal body withstand in a single night?” As he lowered his head, his breath hitting in shallow dip just above your collarbone only for a moment before the tips of his fangs teasing grazed the soft skin as he moved below your collarbone.
    Sinking his fangs in deep, ripping through your skin with ease as pain and pleasure laced throughout your body in an intoxicating manner that had you mewling his name desperately. While Reiji lightly groaned and pulled away, taking pleasure at the sight of your blood rapidly trickling from his bite mark as it started to pool, while Reiji rhetorically questioned,
      “How long before you give into unconsciousness?”


      Shuu’s lips were cold against your warm skin as he lazily trailed kisses down from behind your ear, along your jaw and to your neck. While you melted in his arms, which were wrapped loosely around your waist, with your back pressed against his chest. As your cheeks began to burn with a deep scarlet blush that slowly spread throughout your body became warm with a soft lust.
    Shuu drawled, “Heh, your such a lewd woman, becoming excited from such simple actions.”, his chest lightly rumbling as he spoke, while your heart began to race as you feebly protested.
     "You say as such yet your blood is calling to me, begging for my drink it slowly.“, smirking as he taunted you, Shuu scrapping the tips of his fangs painfully on your skin and over an fresh and healing bite mark as you let out a sharp gasp.
     "I haven’t event bitten into you and your already making such erotic music.” He purred as you whimpered out a weak denial, that he chuckled in amusement at, continuing with more taunting words designed to fluster you more.
     "Even your body pleased for me to pierce it with my fangs.“ Shuu’s baby blue eyes began to dance with bloodlust tempted by the idea of bitting into you.
      Shuu voice grew husky, as his throat began to burn and while his thirst grew, and the sound of your heart rapidly pumping your sweet blood nearly tormented him.
     Such a troublesome and scary woman, tempting me in such a way.” He hummed as he lightly licked the healing bite mark which has been torn open slightly by the tips of his fangs causing your hot crimson blood to slowly trickle out. While you squirmed, moaning at his feeling of his cold touch on your now burning wounds.
    “I’ll satisfy you till you pass out from exhaustion. All you have to do is surrender and offer up yourself as easy prey.” Shuu groaned before sinking his fangs in deep, reopening the bite mark allowing the blood to spill out and flood his mouth. As gave a low and pleasured moan, while his addiction to your own personal flavor grew.
         The sharpness of the pain and the sweetness of pleasure swirled through into a thought consuming sensation that you gave yourself to as you closed your eyes and whimpered out a soft moan of Shuu’s name.

Affection in Public Headcannons
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Deep and longing kiss on your lips to leave you breathless.

        These kisses of Shuu’s always attracts attention to the both of you and never fails to leave you flustered with embarrassment and panting. To which he teases you about being lewd getting excited from a simple action in such a place. As Shuu takes great pleasure in the display he creates with you, also more important it shows others you have already been claimed.

Sneaking off to drink your blood.

        Your flustered face often makes him thirsty as Shuu yearns to to see more of your lewd face. As he takes you to a less populated area or even into an alleyway where your fear of being caught excites him to do more to you. As he slowly undresses you and creates more and more mark. Which sometimes leads to you making sounds loud enough to catch someone’s attention to which Shuu teases you about the lewd music you make.

Holding your hand, almost always.

       Having no desire to lead where the both of you go, most of the time. Shuu just holds your hand and allows you to take him wherever you please. This is always a way from keeping Shuu from wondering off, or prevent him from being left behind, since he normally ends up in trouble if left alone.

Wrapping an arm around you, or holding you from behind.

      This public display of affection also shows his claim on you. It also keeps him warm, since he is unable to create his own body heat he just steals yours. Though this mainly occurs while the both of you are checking out to which he clings to you from behind, with his head resting in on your shoulder. But when the two of you are sitting down he wraps an arm around you so he can kiss you or you can feed him if the two of you are eating.

           "I think someone else heard the lewd music you were making. What a naughty woman you are wanting everyone to watch.“ Shuu purred as he pinned you into the wall in the alleyway between the building. With his arms wrapped around you while you quickly protested Shuu’s claims,
   "Then why are you moaning so loudly?” He taunted, “Do my fangs pleasure you so much?” He mused as you soft whimpered his name, as his words burned you and made your breath hitched,
     "Should I do more than? To satisfy your lewd desires?“ He questioned his voice husky as he slipped your shirt down and off your shoulder exposing another mark, but Shuu didn’t stop there as he pulled your shirt lower still. While your breast began to press against the cold bricks as Shuu exposed them,
     "I don’t care how loud you get, either way I’ll do what I like to you even if countless come to observe us.”


Possessive and rough kisses on your lips, that leave them tingling.

          Out of desire, embarrassment and possessiveness Subaru will randomly kiss you either to get you to shut up, because he wants to or jealousy. Either way Subaru is jus as rough in a way that nearly bruises your lips but always leaves them tingling as it lingers from the roughness that he can’t always control.

Gentle kisses.

        Subaru always rather be gentle with you since he does treasure you, so you never know if Subaru’s kiss will be tender or rough. But these kisses leave you just as dizzy and surprised.

Forcing you to leave with him so he can satisfy his thirst.

          The thought of anyone else seeing or hearing the way you act when he pierces you with his fangs is unacceptable and angering. Because that’s a sight for Subaru alone as he will force you to leave with him, but he does attempt to restraint himself until you do something that drives him mad.

Wrapping his arm around your waist.

          Even though Subaru denies it he enjoys holding you close and feeling your warmth, it’s comforting. Even though he claims that it’s to keep you from being bothersome and getting lost. It also sends a clear sign that you belong to him.

              Wrapping an arm around your waist, Subaru held you close to his side as he glared at the male who had been stare at you from behind the counter of the ice cream shop. As ice cold dread sapped away at their coloring leaving them paler as they looked away causing Subaru to smirk with amusement.
   Focusing on you Subaru watched as you took a bite of ice cream, as he suddenly grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. As he leaned down to lightly kiss you, parting your lips with his own. Subaru slipped his tongue instead your mouth tasting the ice cream as a blush began to color his when he suddenly pulled away as you swallowed with a blush that matched his.
    “Let’s go right now, I can’t control myself much longer.” Subaru growled in a raspy voice as your eyes widen and he stood up, pulling you with him.
   "It appears my claim on your isn’t good enough, I’ll have to make more when we get home, so prepare yourself.“ He whispered in your ear as he smirked and warned,
    "Once I start I won’t stop till I satisfy my hunger with your body and blood.”


Request: G-Dragon has a daughter that is 4 years old and does not know if he is her real father because he is never around.

(For optimal immersion, I am naming your daughter Mirre.)


   “Wake up, baby girl.” I whisper softly, brushing the tips of my fingers over my daughter’s soft cheeks. With a tiny giggle, the corners of her lips begin to widen, revealing the adorable smile that melts my heart every time I see it.

   “Morning, eomma.” She stares up at me with bright, beautiful eyes that remind me so much of Ji-Yong. She is a spitting image of him. He has always taken pride in it, when he is around, that is. 

   Leaning down, I press a kiss to her forehead. A hearty laugh falls past her pink lips when I lift her right out of bed and into the air, smiling widely up at her. Bringing her back down, I rest her on my hip and carry her to the kitchen where I set her on the counter. “What would you like for breakfast, love?” I ask, leaning on my elbows.

   “Whatever is easiest for you.” She smiles at me. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by love. 

   “How did I end up with the most considerate, intelligent, gorgeous, and loving daughter in the world?” I sigh, wrapping her small body in my arms and hugging her impossibly close. She giggles loudly as she squeezes me back. With a sigh, I release her and look through the cabinets to begin making her breakfast. “So, Mirre, your birthday is in a few days. Appa and I would like to know what you want.” I inform, already knowing and having already bought the deluxe doll house she has been swooning over for months.

   I wait for a few moments, but when the silence goes on for too long, I furrow my eyebrows and turn around to face her. To my surprise, a frown has settled itself on her pouty lips. “What’s wrong, Mirre?” I ask, becoming concerned.

   She looks up at me with a tiny jump, as if she were just startled out of deep thought. “Is G-Dra- G-Dragon my real appa?” She asks.

   Every ounce of breath has left my body as I stare at my daughter in complete shock. My mouth slips ajar, the words I was going to speak caught on the tip of my tongue. How do I even respond to this? Why would she think Ji-Yong isn’t her appa? Why would she refer to him as his stage name? I know she has heard me call him Ji-Yong. Many more questions fill my mind but by her silence, I can see she is becoming uncomfortable. “W-What makes you think he isn’t your appa?” I question somewhat sternly. 

   A frown settles itself on her face. “He never comes home.. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. He didn’t come to my last birthday, he missed Christmas and he missed your birthday, too, eomma. You’re always sad.” Mirre looks up at me with tears leaking from her eyes. 

   From the wetness on my cheeks, I’m also crying. I didn’t even realize I was sad about this. Mirre brings up a good point. I’ve been ignoring the fact that Ji-Yong is never around. I never wanted to accept it and it has always been easiest to ignore how much I’ve been hurting. “And now you’re crying again.” Mirre sighs, her bottom lip quivering. 

   “Hey,” I smile, wiping my tears away quickly, “I don’t want you to worry about me, okay? Ji-Yong is your appa. He will be here for your birthday and he will be around more often. I promise you.” I hold my pinky out, grinning when she links her own tiny pinky with my own. 

   “Hey, babe.” Ji-Yong greets upon answering his phone. My immediate instinct is to melt into his words, but I refrain.

   “Hi.” Silence spreads over the line. I can tell he knows something is wrong, which is exactly why he isn’t saying anything.

   “Is everything okay?” He questions cautiously. 

   He genuinely sounds concerned, which leads me to bite my lip harshly, desperately trying to hold back tears. “Ji-Yong..” I murmur, tears already beginning to slip down my cheeks. 

   A sigh falls past his lips and I just know he is running a hand down his face. “Don’t cry, love. C’mon, you can tell me.” He says softly. 

   With a deep breath, I am able to compose myself. “You’re never around.” His stunned silence prompts me to continue. “When’s the last time you saw your daughter? She asked me today if G-Dragon was her real appa. She barely even knows who you are.” I rant, all of the words just spilling out of my mouth. “Think about that for a while. Maybe you’ll start putting you daughter before your career, G-Dragon.” 

   “Happy birthday, my love.” I sigh, kissing Mirre on the cheek. She giggles happily, staring up at her deluxe doll house. The last of the guests have left, and I can just tell how exhausted she is from all the exertion and playing.

   “Thank you for the presents, eomma.” There is a hint of sadness to her voice. I can see in her eyes that she misses her abeoji. “Appa isn’t going to come, is he?” She murmurs, her sad, little eyes gazing at the floor boards. 

   I immediately engulf her in my embrace. “I don’t know what to say, my love.” I sigh, at a complete loss for words. How do you explain to your daughter that her abeoji cares more about his career than he does his family? “Appa is just-”

   “I’m here!” A voice suddenly yells from the doorway. Mirre and I both snap our heads towards the direction of the noise. Standing in front of the door, holding a giant, wrapped box, with sweat pouring down the side of his face, is Ji-Yong. “I got stuck in traffic for three hours.” He gently places the box down and leans against the wall. “I tried to get here on time.. this was my chance to show you both that I’ve changed and I messed it up..” 

   Before his spiel can continue, a tiny squeal interrupts him. “Appa!” Mirre shrieks, bursting out of my hold and sprinting as fast as her miniature legs will take her towards Ji-Yong. “Appa!” She jumps into him, effectively knocking him over.

   “Hey baby girl.” He laughs holding her tightly to his body. “I missed you so much.”

   “I missed you, too, appa.” She cries. I can see the pain in his eyes just from those few simple words. He makes eye contact with me, but I quickly avert my gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” 

   Ji-Yong lets out a choked sob. “No, baby girl. I love you and eomeoni with all my heart. You two are the only girls I want in my life.” He says sincerely, running his fingers through her hair. 

   “Did you get me a present?” She asks excitedly. He nods, prompting her to run over and rip away the wrapping paper. “Appa.. eomma already got me this doll house.” She giggles, looking over at him with innocent eyes. 

   I hold in a laugh, shaking my head. “Oh man… do you want me to return it and get you something else?” He frowns.

   “No, it will do.” She grins. “Now my dolls will have two houses!” 

   As I stare fondly at our daughter, I don’t notice Ji-Yong make his way over to me. “I’m sorry for never being here for the two of you.” He whispers. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I hold back the urge to start crying. “I didn’t have my priorities in check. I don’t want to mess up what I have. You and Mirre are my life. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.” He runs his fingertips over my cheek. “I love you.”

   “It’s going to take more than an apology and some sweet words to convince me otherwise.” I state matter-of-factly, smirking at him. He flashes me a smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips. 

   “I’ve got a lot planned for you, love.” He grins cheekily, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll see soon. I’m changing my ways.” 

   “Appa!” Mirre calls. “Please come build the doll houses for me!” With a quick wink to me, Ji-Yong goes to help assemble the doll houses. I stare adoringly at my small family, knowing that things are going to turn around and only get better from here on out.


“Hiya gorgeous, i bought you this because it reminded me of you but don’t worry it’s no where near as cute” The smirk on Kai’s face was clear as he winked at you causing your face to heat up immediately, much to the distaste of your brothers Damon and Stefan who had both joined your side as Kai had approached you holding the stuffed animal. You gave him a warm smile before taking the teddy out of his hands cuddling it into your chest gently. “I love it, thank you Kai” your tone was soft as butterfly’s swarmed your stomach, “You could repay me, how about i take you out for dinner then we go back to your hou-” your face got redder as Kai spoke his hand now resting on your cheek before Damon smacked it away and Stefan moved infront of you “That’s enough, leave witch boy before i snap your neck” Damon ordered calmly pushing Kai away. A small chuckle slipped past Kai’s lips as he raised his hands in mock surrender as he began to walk away, “See you around gorgeous” he called back to you before continuing his walk. “I do not like him” Damon grumbled putting his arm around you as he pulled you back towards the house, “Neither do i” Stefan agreed walking closely behind making sure no one was going to follow, especially a certain witch who stole your heart.  

Hey guys, I’m on a serious The vampire diaries binge so most my imagines will probably be about The vampire diaries unless you guys request something else..I hope you like it, sorry for any bad spellings/grammar. Much love xox

~Requests are open~