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In Dreams (The Raven Cycle amv)

Since The Raven King comes out today, I wanted to post something special before I dive into the end. I’ve been wasting away months of my life drawing all the scenes for this video, and now it’s finally done. I hope you enjoy it!

Mafia! Johnny

» An AU where Johnny is a mafia leader but accidentally falls in love with a girl.

  • Oh boy, I’m probably gonna die after this
  • But anyways, Johnny, as a mafia leader….interesting
  • He is really intimidating, mostly because of his hard stare and frame so tall and strong
  • He dressed up smart but shaggy at the same time. To a normal person, he would look terrifying
  • Tattoos, piercings all lining his body, contaminating his milky white complexion 
  • But that was what caught your attention when you saw him sit across from you in the local bar
  • Hair shiny, slicked back. His hands were big, veins popping from underneath the skin, his fingers slender
  • Johnny was the kind of person no one wanted to mess with. Leader of the most terrifying mafia clan in town, hard to contradict and extremely hard to win against
  • He had a special way with words. His talk more than often manipulating people in dangerous ways. His illegal smirk whenever he got his way
  • You were sat on your uncomfortable seat, a Martini in hand and time to spare. He was so different from other people that you couldn’t help but stare at him
  • His strides were so calculated and soft that it would bring a cat to shame, movements so confident and assured that you wanted to give him an award
  • When he ordered a Sunset Rum, you had caught his voice. Deep and thick with his funny but sexy accent. He hadn’t noticed you ogling at him yet and you decided to enjoy the view for a while
  • Your blind date had ditched you and left you sitting in the tight red dress your friend had forced you into
  • So much for being that strong, independent girl who never needed to impress a man
  • But today you were needy, for something. Something that made you feel alive, painful yet pleasurable. Which is why you put extra effort in your appearance
  • Johnny finally noticed your burning stare and raised his eyebrows at you. You gave him a small smirk with your bright red lips, bringing your drink closer to your face
  • He looked away, smiling to himself and staring at the small glass with his drink. He wore a black coat and white collar shirt. It wasn’t ironed which added to his distraught yet intriguing look. You were never into good boys who dressed straight with matching underwear
  • He lifted himself up and brought the drink over to you,digging his gaze into you
  • Both of you just sat in silence, not knowing how to strike up a conversation. You wished people could just initiate sex without flirting or a hearty conversation. As rude as it was, it was easier
  • He smelled like honey and smoke
  • “Did you get stood up or something?” He asked. Your eyes widened at how close he was. The voice that melted you from within so far away was now ringing in your ear as close as anything could be
  • “Did you come back from a funeral? You’re definitely dressed like you are.” You were good at retaliation. Most of your attempts at flirting came off as mean and rude but he just smirked. He liked your vigour. One question led to another and his hands were up on your thigh. He was close, close enough for you to kiss his plump lips. “Not here,” he said, giving your thigh a hard squeeze. You bit your lip and just stared at those damned lips of his. He pulled you by the hand and led you out of the warm bar. The air was cold but his hands weren’t and as he led you to his car, you grew colder and more impatient. No one had turned you on like this
  • The pressure between your legs was immense as you were carefully thrown into the backseat of his car. Rough but gentle, he was. His movements and the smooth skin of his abs were the only thing you remembered. Followed by the intense euphoria his touches sent you into, a bliss, desperation for more, begging, screaming
  • He talked dirty but didn’t make you feel like a slut. It was more deep. This guy knew what he was doing. His tattoo covered arms were blush red, the blood running vigorously through him. His black hair had a blue sheen to them as they grew wet with his sweat. His tattoos making your small head wonder and the piercings that felt cold against your skin
  • When you both were done with your little activity, he sat back, instantly pulling out of you. Most boys would fall against you and whisper something sweet. Like “that was amazing babe” or “Maybe we should catch a drink later.” But not this lad
  • He sat back, pulling on his pants as you tried your best to cover up as quickly as you can. Heart beat faster than a horse and cheeks burning because of the excessive exposure of skin
  • He brought a cigarette to his lips, setting fire to it god knows when. You sat there staring him in awe, feeling a bit used as he didn’t say a word. I mean, you guys literally just fucked
  • He offered you a smoke but you denied, wanting to leave. “Uh I should go,” you uttered. He blew a puff of smoke through his nose and turned to look at you. The parking lot was empty and unlit. The only source of illumination was the moon and the far off street lights. The piercings on his ear glistened against the faint light. He looked like the devil, a beautiful devil that allured people into his den of sin. He leaned in, the fragrance coming back. He reached for your face and slid the stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your face was a mess. Red lipstick smudged and eyes black with run down mascara. You had faint red hickeys all over your collarbones. “Can we do this again sometime? And preferably not in my car”
  • A mistake once committed becomes a lifelong habit. You both slept with each other a daily basis. He was always stressed because of money dealing, drug dealing, enemies coming for his life. And you just needed to kill your boredom. Your fucked up relationship remained a secret to his gang and your friends. The last thing you needed was your friends to know that you sleep with this dubious boy who you knew nothing about
  • He never told the boys  because he didn’t them to think he was in love. Which he wasn’t, at least he thought so. He was the leader, the person that made everything run within and outside his clan. The leader people feared because of what he can do. A powerful delinquent who could not be moved from his stance
  • You were a distraction for him. Your hard demeanour, dainty face, small body. It was what attracted him. How you weren’t shy, how daring you were, how you never judged, never asked him who he really was
  • It had been a month and his feelings began to change. He was a broken person, love was the last thing on his mind. The last time he witnessed love was when his father had kissed him on his head and told him to be a good boy. The last kiss, the last glance and then he was gone. Taken away by the car crash, Johnny was alone. His mother remarried which made her even more distanced. She hated him, thought he was the reason why she had to marry his father. And once he died, she wasted no time in providing him with an abusive step father
  • When you arrived at his lavish place,one day, his gaze was different. His touches were softer and voice slow, like he was reciting the words to his favourite poem. You felt weird after, leaving his apartment with millions of thoughts in your mind
  • Later that week, he arrived at your place. It was a shock at first because he didn’t seem the kind of guy to arrive at a girl’s place. You were in your ugly pyjamas, not looking your best self. But he was a bloody mess. Red liquid spilled from his wounded lip and a big purple bruise sat on his eye. His white collar shirt was shredded, showcasing the wounds and gashes that were dangerously swollen and bloody
  • You were almost in tears, you had never seen anyone so broken before. He had been drinking too with his fists red carrying slits and bruises. He leaned against the door before falling into your arms. His hair were dishevelled. He still smelled the same. You could recognise his scent anywhere. You carried him to the couch, sitting him up and fetching a first aid box
  • You sat on his lap and cleaned his wounds. His eyes were closed and breath short and steady. He’d often flinch as you applied the anti septic to his sickly wounds
  • You didn’t know when you fell in love with him. Didn’t even know how and why. It just happened. That day, when you guys fucked..no..had sex. There was a difference between the two. There was definitely an unspoken feeling between you two
  • He finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he said. He still looked as breathtaking as ever. “Why Johnny? Why…” you cried, not holding back anymore. He pulled you into his chest and caressed the small of your back. You pulled away and stared at him with wet eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? Get into fights, smoke, waste your life drinking?”
  • He stayed silent for a minute and then spoke. “If I told you, will you leave?” He almost whispered. You shook your head, throat in painful knots. “I’m a mafia leader,” he managed. You had a hunch he was related to people that were up to no good. That he was up to no good. You nodded, understandingly. As you raised your hand up to clean the wound on his cheeks, he stopped you. “I’m poison Y/N. I destroy things, decay them, make them cease to exist. But I’m-” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m also in love with you.” You smiled at that, half relieved and half excited. He held your face in his palms that had a metallic whiff to them, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. A kiss that tasted like salt, like water on a hot hot day. It was gentle, polite, beautiful. You wanted more.
  • That night he had made love to you,telling you he loves you with every move. You woke up next to him, his face still swollen and messy
  • Johnny wanted to keep your relationship undercover, still not letting the boys know about you. He acted strange at times, often cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you
  • It was less sex, more cuddling. More watching movies and exchanging jokes. He became human around you. Whereas with other people he would be tough and a pure hoodlum, he was so sweet towards you
  • He often warned you about people who might try to hurt you. He had made a promise to not lose you, after his father. He wanted to protect you the way he couldn’t prevent his father’s accident
  • He slowly broke the news to the boys, who were caught off guard
  • His clan was filled with gorgeous boys, ranging from teenagers to early adults. They were all so much more playful around each other, joking and running around like hooligans. It was a surprise because you had expected them to be dark and scary. Although they were like deathly wolves with other people, they were nice to you. One of the boys, Taeyong, would often thank you for the ways in which you had changed Johnny. In ways he had become more human, more gentle with the boys
  • Johnny wasn’t perfect. He was still a mafia leader who would interact with the wrong guys, carry out activities that were against the rules of a civilised society. He didn’t change completely. He was still the Johnny people feared and respected. But not with you. You were his everything. Every ounce of him yearned to protect and love you. And you didn’t want to change him either. For who he really was, broken and cold, made you fall in love with him in the first place.

A/N: I still can’t write smut and maybe it’s lacking smut stuff but eh…enjoy!

Teasing

Originally posted by rapebysatan


Requests: “Hi I love your writing and I was hoping of you could write one where the reader is teasing Paul while hanging out with the pack and then he gets so frustrated that he makes the both of you leave and end up having rough sex in the car please? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense” -Anonymous and “so i saw your sex with paul lahote headcanon list, and i saw the thigh riding and i was wondering if you could write a paul lahote smut with thigh riding please? and the reader would be a curvy girl?” -Anonymous

Warning: Smut

Author’s Note: I decided to add these requests together to give me more of a plot to work with. I decided not to make it car sex bc I have a headcanon that Paul has a tuck, plus I don’t think any car would give Paul enough room to tease/fuck you as much as he’d like to. Also, I don’t write specifically for one body type, I try to write where anyone with any body type reads my work can imagine themselves in it.

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