seducing-women

Protective (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Requested: Yes
Prompt: 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” with Dean Winchester
Summary: A vampire hunt goes off tracks.
Word Count: 1000
A/N: I wrote this on my Supernatural account and decided to combine the two. Hope you enjoy!

    You unzipped your black leather jacket and settled it on the back of the bar stool, knowing you had the full attention of your target. He was a vampire that had drawn your attention by his pattern of seducing women and leading them to their deaths. As you revealed your bare shoulders, you fought the chill that crept up your spine at the intense feeling of being watched. You watched him make his way towards you from your peripheral vision. You pretended not to notice him as you smiled at the bartender.

    “What can I get for you?” the older man asked as he tossed his bar rag over his shoulder.

    “I’ll just have a cold beer,” you answered politely.

    “You sound like my kind of woman,” a deep, smooth voice chuckled from your right. You turned and eyed the man with feigned interest. “Do you mind if I join you, dollface?” he asked. You batted your eyes lashes and sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you let your eyes skim over him. He was tall and lean, but you didn’t doubt he was strong.

    “I don’t mind at all,” you smirked and leaned forward on the bar, revealing more cleavage. His dark eyes honed in on the movement. You couldn’t help but smile as he fell for your bait. Now all you had to do was lead him outside and snap the trap.

    The bartender popped the top on a beer and set it in front of you. You picked it up and took a long swig, relishing the cold liquid as it slid down your throat. He grinned and never took his eyes off you as he sipped from his own beer.

    “Open a tab, anything this lady wants, is on me,” he told the old man who nodded and walked away.

    “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you placed a hand on his firm bicep. He simply waved his hand dismissively and took another sip.

    “A woman as lovely as you, shouldn’t have to pay for drinks,” he hit on you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his mock chivalry. You played along and kept conversation headed in the right direction. You told him everything he would want to hear. You had no family, you were out here alone looking for work, and no one knew you were here. It made you a perfect target. As the conversation turned personal, he slipped his hand across your thigh. You startled slightly as you heard glass shatter from across the bar. You raised a brow and scanned the crowd to see Dean glaring at the back of the vampire’s head. You couldn’t help but shake your head.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested as he slid his hand towards your hip. You smiled flirtatiously.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you smirked your red lips and stood up. You pulled your jacket off the chair and in a fluid motion, you put it on and threw a wink at him. He smirked and led you by your hand out of the bar. You spared a glance back at Sam and Dean to see them move forward.

Instead of leading you to the parking lot, like you expected, he led you around the building to the grimy, shadowed side. He pushed you against the wall and smashed his mouth against yours. Your mind spun as you were caught off guard. You expected him to take you to an abandoned place, like he had with all his other victims. His hands explored your body, and you felt violated by his touch. One of his cold, dead hands slipped into your hair while the other jerked your leg around his waist.

“I haven’t wanted a woman like I want you before,” he growled softly into your ear. You felt another disturb chill. “I think I’ll keep you,” he added, his voice growing rougher. When he pulled back, you saw the row of razor sharp teeth in his mouth. Your eyes widened and you shoved against him with all your strength. He stumbled back, taken off guard. With some space, you entered into a fighting stance. He sneered and lunged forward at you. You dodged and with a quick movement, pulled out the silver knife that you kept tucked in your boot.

“A hunter!?” he growled. “I’ll make a pet out of you,” he sneered before surging forward again. He tackled you to the ground and you brought your knife up between the two of you. Before you could make the killing cut, his head rolled off to the left and his dark blood splattered all over you.

“Eww,” you groaned and pushed his limp corpse off of you. You looked up to see Dean holding a machete now covered in blood. He looked worried and you wanted to roll your eyes. “I totally had him,” you complained as you took Dean’s offered hand. You frowned at the blood that smeared over your cheek.

“He was all over you,” Dean frowned as he started to walk away.

“Wait a minute,” you grabbed his wrist. “Are you jealous, Dean Winchester?” you teased. He rolled his eyes and faster than you could blink, his hands were buried in your hair and his lips were on yours. The kiss was passionate and made your knees tremble. When he pulled away, his green eyes met yours and he smiled at the breathless state he left you in.

“I’m not jealous,” he answered. “I’m protective,” he smirked. You remembered exactly why you fell for him in the first place.

“Would you two please just get in the car?” Sam asked. You looked over at the tall man who had already seated himself in the passenger’s seat. You shook your head to clear away the remaining daze from Dean’s kiss and made your way to the black Chevy Impala that had become your home in the last few months.  

things bi girls are likely to do:
•feel attraction to at least 2 genders
•get annoyed when a dating sim only lets you seduce men/women
•steal the last nacho from right under your nose

things bi girls aren’t likely to do:
•cheat on their partner

I feel like people tend to imagine achilles as being big and hairy and muscle-bound but I just want to remind y’all that he apparently spent quite a long time disguised as a girl and nobody could fucking tell?? including Odysseus, who had to trick him into revealing himself, but was apparently not smart enough to figure out which of the beautiful women in front of him was a man in a dress???

so like please consider: petite fine-boned achilles. achilles with killer cheekbones and big dark eyes w long eyelashes. ppl meeting achilles and being all “you’re the one who’s supposed to be a scary warrior?” and then later he he picks up trojans twice his size and flings them across the battlefield and they’re like ‘oh’. achilles being significantly shorter than hector and needing to tilt his head back to yell at him. patroclus being able to sling achilles over his shoulder. patroclus giving achilles piggyback rides. achilles needing patroclus to reach stuff down for him sometimes. achilles being the little spoon. tiny pretty achilles okay

HeyO! This was a bit of something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. Had it in my mind to do an Irish/Celtic/Gaelic/Welsh/Scottishwhathaveyou guide for awhile. Finally got around to it, at the very tail end of summer. So here goes.

Aos Sí: Irish term meaning “people of the mound”, they’re comparatively your faeries and elves of Irish mythology. Some believe they are the living survivors of the Tuatha Dé Danann. They’re fiercely territorial of their little mound homes and can either be really, really pretty or really, really ugly. They’re often referred to not by name, but as “Fair Folk” or “Good Neighbors”. Never, ever piss them off.

Cat Sidhe: Cat Sidhe are faerie cats, often black with white spots on their chests. They haunted Scotland, but a few Irish tales tell of witches who could turn into these cats a total of nine times (nine lives?). The Cat Sidhe were large as dogs and were believed to be able to steal souls by passing over a dead body before burial. Irusan was a cat sidhe the size of an ox, and once took a satirical poet for a wild ride before Saint Ciaran killed it with a hot poker.

Badb: Part of the trio of war goddesses called Morrígna with sisters Macha and Morrígan, Badb, meaning “crow”, was responsible for cleaning bodies up after battle. Her appearance meant imminent bloodshed, death of an important person, and/or mass confusion in soldiers that she would use to turn victories in her favor. She and her sisters fought the Battles of Mag Tuired, driving away the Fir Bolg army and the Formorians. In short: total badass.

Merrow: The Irish mermaid. They were said to be very benevolent, charming, modest and affectionate, capable of attachment and companionship with humans. It is believed that they wore caps or capes that would allow them to live underwater, and taking a cap/cape of a merrow would render them unable to return to the sea. Merrow, unlike regular mermaids, were also capable of “shedding” their skin to become more beautiful beings. They also like to sing.

Púca: Also called a phooka, these are the chaotic neutral creatures of the Irish mythos world. They were known to rot fruit and also offer great advice. They are primarily shapeshifters, taking a variety of forms both scary as heck and really really pretty. The forms they took are always said to be dark in color. Púcas are partial to equine forms and have known to entice riders onto its back for a wild but friendly romp, unlike the Kelpie, which just eats its riders after drowning them.

Faoladh: My all-time favorite Irish creature. Faoladh are Irish werewolves. Unlike their english neighbors, Faoladh weren’t seen as cursed and could change into wolves at will. Faoladh of Ossory (Kilkenny) were known to operate in male/female pairs and would spend several years in wolf form before returning to human life together, replaced in work by a younger couple. They are the guardians and protectors of children, wounded men, and lost people. They weren’t above killing sheep or cattle while in wolf form for a meal, and the evidence remained quite plainly on them in human form. Later on, the story of an Irish King being cursed by God made the Faoladh a little less reputable.

Dullahan: Dullahan are headless riders, often carrying their decapitated cranium beneath one arm. They are said to have wild eyes and a grin that goes from ear to ear, and they use the spine of a human skeleton as a whip (What the WHAT). Their carriages were made of dismembered body parts and general darkness. Where they stop riding is where a person is doomed to die, and when they say the human’s name, that person dies instantly.

Gancanagh: An Irish male faerie known as the “Love-Talker”. He’s a dirty little devil related to the Leprechaun that likes seducing human women. Apparently the sex was great, but ultimately the woman would fall into some sort of ruin, whether it be financial or scandal or generally having their lives turn out awful. He was always carrying a dudeen—Irish pipe—and was a pretty chill guy personality-wise. You just don’t ever want to meet him—it’s really bad luck. 

in case you haven’t noticed, i’m straight. i’m a straight man. i don’t ‘bang dudes’ and i don’t wanna ‘bang dudes’. have you ever seen me without this stupid internalised homophobia which causes me to repeatedly seduce women i don’t have any emotional connection with to maintain my precarious self-image while vehemently denying that i feel anything more than friendship for my best friend / roommate / life partner of the last 25 years despite the fact that i once publicly serenaded him with a love song at one of our monthly dinner dates until i flee the city in panic shortly after he comes out for fear of my own big feelings? THAT’S straight.

Favourite Jikook stories/au’s on AO3

Hope this list helps out! Got some of you asking about it so made a full post :) 

1,  On Patrol - Season 2 by Ragi (season 1)  
Officer Jeon still has his eyes on Mr. Adorable.
Officer Min is a little bit in love with his neighbor.
Captain Kim finds comfort in his new family.
It’s happily ever after for everyone…right?
I mean, really, what can possibly go wrong?

2, Heartwrecker by yuuami
“What if you accidentally fall in love?”
Jeon Jungkook is a full-time student and part-time “Heartwrecker”: that is, he gets paid to break up relationships by seducing women away from their partners. His records, much like his appearance, were flawless.
But when Jungkook is hired to break up the relationship of Taehyung’s childhood best friend, he finds the presence of overwhelmingly attractive Park Jimin a bit more distracting than he could ever expect it to be…

3, Ocean Eyes by BansheeAHo
Jimin spent a long time trying to gather pieces of his heart with trembling hands, only for Jeongguk to stumble and let it fall to the ground again.

4,  My Favourite Kind of Crime by DulcetSmiles
Jeon Jeongguk’s your everyday police officer, working the daily grind and getting through life without much of a care. It isn’t until a certain Park Jimin is transferred to his division that he starts to question things he hasn’t before, coming face to face with feelings he isn’t quite sure of.

Or

That one cliche trope where Park Jimin is so attractive that Jeon Jeongguk finds himself questioning his sexuality.

5,  your little moon face, shining bright at me by cygnus (lucid_wisteria)
“Whoa,” Jimin let his mouth slightly hang open in complete awe. His voice– it was rich and dulcet, a beautiful tone that seemed to enrapture the entire audience as well. There was an airiness to his voice, something akin to tender passion intertwined with a soft spirit, effortlessly undulating through the run of notes and ad-libs. No one seemed to care about the small junctures of instability, no doubt from the anxiety he had from his first time performing in front of others, and it was only the subsequent beauty they could focus on, “he’s–”“Hot.” Hoseok finished for him, eyes blown wide with delight. Jimin frowned and gave him an inquisitive leer. He caught Jimin staring, “What?“

Or

Jimin meets someone interesting during one of their open mic nights.

6, Énouement by Hobimii
In which Jeon Jeongguk is a chauffeur who’s stuck with a guy that won’t stop requesting a pick up from him. Park Jimin refuses to be taken anywhere if the driver is not Jeongguk.
Rich boys are a fucking handful to deal with.

7,Muted love by papa_ya
But the words are silent, falling from his lips and rolling soundlessly down the floor. His mouth moves uselessly, trying to emit sound, and sound. He is a marionette on broken strings.
What the fuck?
Jimin frowns. Concern etches his soft features.
Kookie, what’s wrong with your voice?”

–Or;

Jimin is a model living with his tattoo artist boyfriend. Nine years into their relationship, Jungkook loses his voice. The only cure is to say the thing he has been holding back from saying.

8, Pick me up by Priska
"I’m older, that makes me your hyung.” He explains as if it wasn’t obvious and jungkook has the audacity to actually look offended.
“But I’m alpha and you’re an omega. Age doesn’t matter, I’m above you.”

9, Things Half Done (Things Half Said) by gloomy
Jungkook tries to deal with living 325 kilometers away from his best friend, and finds that he simply can’t.

10, We’re headed to nowhere (but nowhere is somewhere to me) by soxfordcomma
In which jimin’s husband stopped loving him a long time ago, and the universe wants to bring the glow back to the young man’s cheeks. 
(This was published a few days ago but guyyyyys I’m already in love with it. After On patrol and Ocean Eyes this is a must read for me) 

11,  너의 목소리 Your Voice by pinkmonnie

“Is it possible to fall in love with someone just by the sound of their voice?”

Jeon Jungkook is a twenty-three year old young man, starting his tertiary studies at Seoul National University. He is incredibly independent, handsome, and rich. He is mute. The only thing he loves to do is live inside his own little world full of books and music and photographs.

Park Jimin is a twenty-five year old Assistant Professor in the College of Humanities. He moved 3 minutes away from campus just so he could dedicate more time to researching and teaching. His dream is to become an actual Professor and write books about Japan.

They fall in love.

12, Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile for Me by Ragi
Jimin’s not entirely certain that he’ll be alive to see his 18th birthday and finally escape from his father’s abuse, but Jungkook’s music keeps him believing that he might actually make it.

13, The Bet by jonghyunslisterine
Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

14, Can’t pin me down by busan_brat
Jeon Jungkook is Asia’s biggest pop star and it is Park Jimin’s job to make sure that it stays that way. (This is my forever favourite, it’s super good.) 

15, Once upon a timeshare by namakemono
Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.

16, Nice Guy by drpuffles
Jeon Jungkook is 23 and already the CEO of SJ Group. He thinks he’s got everything figured out, until he meets Park Jimin.Their lives become more intertwined than Jungkook could’ve ever imagined.

17, Can You Give Me My Breath Back by DeadpanSnarker
Six months till the tournament that would decide Jungkook’s future.
Six months where he and his team were in dire need to monopolize the ice-rink that had taken a liking to Uni’s new sweetheart. Where Jimin made a bet with Jungkook, which, if Jungkook lost, he would have to be taught how to ‘truly’ skate.

Or as how Jimin had phrased it, ‘By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have fallen in love with figure-skating’. Surely things didn’t work out in Jungkook’s favour.

In their fickle game, Jungkook is in for sex and Jimin is in for love. By the end of the six months, perhaps he would like figure-skating, but he would have adamantly fallen in love with the figure-skater.

Bad Boy
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *nursing a cut above Sherlock's eye* I can't believe she actually punched you.
  • Sherlock: *winced* People don't like it when their affair is exposed to their entire family, even if the murderer was caught. Lesson learned.
  • Molly: *smirks* You were showing off.
  • Sherlock: A bit.
  • Molly: *smoothes his hair aside* There. Good as new. Try not to entice anymore guilty widows to punch you, yeah?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* It's me, Molly.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Still... *ruffles his hair; thoughtful* looks hot, though. I always did like a bad boy *giggles; leaves*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow*
  • A FEW DAYS LATER
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *reading on her sofa*
  • -knocking-
  • Molly: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *gently prodding his black eye; wincing* Didn't work...
  • Molly: *arms folded* Another widow.
  • Sherlock: An old lady. Someone tried to mug her *shrugs* I stepped in.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* Oh...
  • Sherlock: *gestures* May I...
  • Molly: *shakes her head* Sorry, yes. Right *pulls him inside* err, sit down. I-I'll just... *hurries to the bathroom*
  • Sherlock: *smirks*
The Signs as Night Gods

Aries: Al-Quam- god of war and night, guardian of caravans

Taurus: Shalim- “evening star” god of dusk, known for beauty

Gemini: Nephthys- goddess of the cycle of death and rebirth, as well as night

Cancer: Yohualticetl- called “lady of the night” she was a moon goddess who guarded infants

Leo: Tezcatlipoca- god of the night sky, rulership, hurricanes, obsidian, and more

Virgo: Metztli- deity of the moon, night, and farmers

Libra: Itzpapalotl- skeleton goddess who transformed into human women to seduce men (and sometimes eat them)

Scorpio: Trivia- goddess of sorcery, ghosts, tombs, and torches

Sagittarius: Summanus- god of nocturnal thunder

Capricorn: Indra- god of the sky, ruler of all others

Aquarius: Breksta- goddess of twilight and dreams, protects people from sunrise to sunset

Pisces: Asteria- god of nocturnal oracles and the stars

so the Imposters tv show looks really great and promising:

  • we have a bisexual female con artist who seduces men and women, makes them fall in love with her, then takes them for all they’re worth
  • she is played by an israeli-american actress
  • three of her ex-spouses: two men and one woman, all decide to team up, track their mutual ex-wife down and get some payback. but in a non-threatening, this is a black comedy about con artists kind of way. all of them are still adorably hung up on her
  • one of the two men is Jewish, from a traditional Jewish family, and he’s at the center-stage of the trio
  • and the con artist girl is not painted as the dreaded Depraved Bisexual trope, but is a very likeable human being who is just doing her job, is a part of a larger scheme, and circumstances are more than they seem
  • and i got the sense that instead of her mark she is about to actually fall in love, for real, with a handsome MOC
  • also, Uma Thurman is there

#THIS IS THE KIND OF QUEER STORYLINES I AM HERE FOR

The Demonic Hierarchy by Diabolus Est Nuntius

THE HIGHER ECHELON

SATAN ~ Power, Knowledge, Mastery, Control, Command, Lust, Wisdom, Occult Adepthood. 

LILITH ~ Sorcery, Infertility, Lust, Feminine Power, Incubi, Succubi, Sexual Power. 

ABADDON ~ Destruction, Death, Perversion, Fetishism, Torture, Pain. 

BEELZEBOUL ~ Protection, Bravery, Authority, Power, Position, Possession, Influence Over Others, Prosperity. 

ASMODEUS ~ Lust, Desire, Love, Possession, Seduction, Excess, Debauchery, Adultery, Passion. 

LUCIFUGE ~ Money, Wealth, Promotion, Command, Employment, Attainment. 

BELPHEGOR ~ Beauty, Attraction, Love, Success, Science, Invention, Sloth, Creativity. 

UNSERE ~ Healing, Fertility, Childbirth, Vanquishing Malady, Knowledge. 

AGALIAREPT ~ Initiation, Knowledge, Hidden Wisdom, Occult Knowledge, Gateways, Guidance, Revelation. 

TAROON ~ Lust, Love, Desire, Seduction, Wrath. 

LUITHIAN ~ Knowledge, Study, Learning, Wisdom, Intellect. 

RASHOON ~ Love, Alliance, Seduction, Enchantment. 

VERRINE ~ Healing, Health, Impatience, Medicince. 

ASHTAROT ~ Lust, Love, Relationships, Friendships, Psychogones, Egregores, Homunculi, Desire. 

VERRIER ~ Healing, Herbalism, Health, Disobedience, Vanquishing Plague. 

ASAFOETIDA ~ Feminine Sexuality, Seducing Men, Beauty, Seduction, Fornication. 

BEHEMOTH ~ Greed, Avarice, Gluttony, Luxury, Pleasure, Sloth, Sin, Debauchery. 

SONNELLION ~ Hatred, Discord, Conflict, Arguments, Separating Lovers, Chaos. BAAL ~ Power, Authority, Wisdom, Occult Knowledge, Sin. 

TEZRIAN ~ War, Discord, Conflict, Arguments. MAMMON ~ Money, Greed, Avarice, Profit, Wealth, Commerce. ROSIER ~ Love, Relationships, Reconciliation, Harmony. 

BAALBERITH ~ Knowledge, Pacts, Alliances, Blasphemy. 

SATANACHIA ~ Magickal Protection, Revenge, War, Weapons, Bravery, Fortification. 

MEPHISTO ~ Death, Pacts, Desire, Knowledge, Possession, Revenge, Manifesting Desires. 

DELIPITORAE ~ Magickal Grimoires, Literature, Writing, Hidden Texts, Scribes. 

FLEREOUS ~ Victory, Power, Command, Retribution, Justice. 

SVENGALI ~ Vengeance, Revenge, Destruction, Deceit, Retribution, Malice, Wrath. AMMON ~ Longevity Of Life, Health, Strength, Fortitude. 

MUSISIN ~ Commanding Those In Authority, Binds Alliances, Sustains Partnerships, Influence Over Others. 

HUICTIIGARA ~ Sleep, Insomnia, Dreams, Dream Prophecy, Nightmares. 

KHIL ~ Earthquakes, Astral Chaos, Storms, Destruction. 

FRIMOST ~ Seducing Women, Infidelity, Lust, Wanton Desire, Debauchery, Sin. 

BECHARD ~ Stroms, Winds, Weather, Lightning, Astral Storms. 

CLISTHERT ~ Illusions, Apparitions, Insanity, Madness, Paranoia, Obsession. 

CLAUNECK ~ Riches, Wealth, Prosperity, Success, Attainment. 

BUCON ~ Hatred, Discord, Separation, Misery, Nightmares, Loss, Ruin. 

MORAIL ~ Invisibility, Astral Projection, Illusion, Apparitions. 

HIEPACTH ~ Reconciliation, Binding Friendships, Love, Allegiance, Partnerships. 

HUMOTS ~ Reveals Lost Books, Remote Viewing, Lost Texts, Hidden Secrets, Revelation. 

GULAND ~ Inflicting Disease, Causing Plague, Inducing Illnesses. 

MERSILDE ~ Astral Travel, Astral Projection, Remote Viewing, Seership, Scrying, Cartomancy. 

SEGAL ~ Apparitions, Hauntings, Possession, Paranormal Phenomena, Egregores. 

SURGAT ~ Entrance To Forbidden Places, Remote Viewing, Seership, Divination. 

SIRCHADE ~ Power Over Animals, Communing With Animals, Earth Magick, Divination, Nature. 

FRUCISSIERE ~ Necromancy, Mediumship, Scrying, Necrophilia, Death. 

FRUTIMIERE ~ Happiness, Festivals, Celebrations, Victory. 

THE LOWER ECHELON

 ALASTOR ~ Death, Bloodshed, Destruction, Torture, Perversion. 

ANSITIF ~ Possession, Sin, Debauchery, Infidelity, Wanton Desire. 

ARIOCH ~ Revenge, Justice, Retribution, Punishment. 

BAALZEPHON ~ Protection, Security, Servitors, Guardians. 

LEONARD ~ Sorcery, Black Magick, Occultism, Voodoo. 

MASTEMA ~ Mergings, Pacts, Succubi, Incubi, Servitors. 

MERIHIM ~ Pestilence, Plague, Malady, Bacteria, Disease. NAAMAH ~ Seduction, Fornication, Fertility, Lust, Seducing Men. 

RIMMON ~ Healing, Health, Science, Medicine, Knowledge. 

VERDELET ~ Ritual Magick, Ceremonies, Compromise, Influence. 

ARPHAXAT ~ Possession, Sin, Decadence, Debauchery, Blasphemy, Hatred. 

BALTAZO ~ Possession, Magickal Attack, Insanity, Paranormal Phenomena. 

CAMBIONS ~ Incubi, Succubi, Homunculus, Magickal Children, Psychogones. 

OLIVIER~ War, Destruction, Conflict, Discord, Battlefields, Chaos. SUCCORBEMOTH ~ Jealousy, Envy, Egotism, Vanity, Selfishness. 

SHABIRI ~ Blindness, Deafness, Inlicting Wounds, Infection. 

MULLIN ~ Sorcery, Spellcraft, Magick, Hexing, Cursing. 

EISETH ~ Lust, Prostitution, Adultery, Fornication, Fascination. 

AGRAT ~ Lust, Seduction, Whores, Depravity, Fetishism. 

CARNIVEAN ~ Sin, Obsenity, Lust, Degredation. Wrath. 

ABYZOU ~ Miscarriage, Infertility, Psychic Attack, Vampirism, Hauntings, Possession. 

MULCIBER ~ Engineering, Architecture, Knowledge, Warfare. 

SCIRLIN ~ Divination, Seership, Infernal Messages, Scrying. 

XAPHAN ~ Fire, Burning, Fire Elementals. 

PRUFLES ~ Discord, Arguments, Dividing Lovers, War, Poverty. 

PICCOLUS ~ Mediumship, Sacrifices, Seership, Servitors. UKOBACH ~ Fire, Pyromancy, Destruction By Fire, Immunity To Burning. 

MOLOCH ~ Manifest Desires, Revealing Secrets, Portals, Entrance To Other Realms. 

RIBESAL ~ Illusions, Anger, Rage, Wrath, Phenomena. 

ABALAM ~ Seduction, Possession, Debauchery, Destruction. 

BALTHAZAR ~ Misery, Discord, Luna Bonnie, Command, Evil.

new wave artists/bands and their rpg classes
  • The Buggles: Freelancer/Adventurer. Reasoning: Present early on. Their breakup after their second album flopped, followed by Geoffrey Downes moving to Asia (e: the band, not the continent) while Trevor Horn shifted focus to producing, parallels the first job change of a game - the moment where, mechanically speaking, everything changes as the PCs begin to embrace divergent roles.
  • Billy Joel: Rogue. Reasoning: I want to establish that I don’t think Billy Joel is in any way cool. He’s not even Nerd Cool like nearly everyone else on this list, where yeah they’re a goofy weirdo but they own it and make it work. One time I realized I didn’t know what Billy Joel looked like so I looked it up and got confused as to why Google was showing me all these pictures of a washed-up high school physics teacher. Anyway his songs are all about shit like “seducing good Catholic women into a life of sin and debauchery” (Only The Good Die Young), or “fuck breaking my back at a nine to five job maaaaaaan” (Movin’ Out), or “you dig it when I act like a reckless asshole” okay hold on actually in retrospect maybe the bit in You May Be Right where the speaker motorcycles home blind drunk should have been a red flag?
  • Cyndi Lauper: Gladiator. Reasoning: There is no way that Lou Albano didn’t teach her a bunch of powerful wrestling secrets. There’s an alternate universe out there where she joined the WWF in 1984 and became the woman Undertaker. Nobody would have beaten her ever.
  • Devo: Either alchemists or black mages. Self explanatory.
  • Frankie Goes To Hollywood: Either cleric/white mage or druid, depending on how you feel about Weed Joke’s. Reasoning: Frankie say relax.
  • Fred Schneider: Beastmaster or Summoner. Reasoning: While he’s an excellent and unique performer, the girls in the band - despite doing what once might want to call “backup vocals” - feel like they do an equal or even disproportionately high amount of the work carrying each song, y'know? Also I like to imagine his ultimate skill is summoning a living planet named Claire.

And, of course,

David Byrne: Warrior. Reasoning:

Moonlight Reign (Ch. 2)

A/N: It’s been a pretty hot minute since an update, but I hope you think it’s well worth the wait (also some inklings of romance should be embedded soon!)

Originally posted by sugagifs

Pairing: Mafia boss!Yoongi x reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Angst, fluff, possible future smut

Summary: SOme things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world that you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?



Namjoon closed his eyes, not wanting to watch as you went down, your eyes closing while your body went limp in Hoseok’s arms, “Y/n!” Jungkook, who was beginning to sober up shouted as he went to your body, “What the fuck, Hobi?!”

Hoseok, known for his nonchalant violence, shrugged, “She was threatening Namjoon,” Namjoon sighed as Jungkook scoffed.

“Threatening?! He gripped her wound, she flipped out!” Jungkook yelled as Hoseok placed your body on the couch.

“Hobi, you idiot,” Namjoon sighed, “Yoongi will freak out if we take some girl who patched up this drunk dumbass,” He gestured to Jungkook, “Let alone, how Jin will react if he finds out we knocked her out!” 

Jin was a natural born pacifist with a firm belief that talking, even if restrained, beats force. This philosophy, made him Yoongi’s second in command at the company.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was aggressive more than passive, but with a purpose. This purpose was why Bangtan became top, Yoongi always had purpose with each heavily calculated move, making him leader of the company and empire. 

With Namjoon as his second in command for the underground, he knew he would be the most screwed if Yoongi found out he made this girl a problem, “Make her forget it,” Namjoon sighed.

“Do I look like some Men In Black shit?” Jungkook slurred slightly.

Hoseok rolled his eyes, “Give me the flask,” He ordered, looking toward his pocket packed with either vodka or moonshine.Jungkook was an alcohol lover, no doubt, despite the fact he was usually the discrete hitman, sent off to seduce both men and women only to end them, but as much he loved his job, he loved the alcohol in the flask a lot, “You owe me more,” He grumbled, handing over the vodka-filled flask.

“Shut up,” Namjoon snapped as Hoseok poured the liquid into her mouth then closing both her mouth and the flask, “Now come on, Yoongi is going to be really annoyed.”

Annoyed he was, Yoongi heard the story from the three men with a straight face and an occasionally raised brow, “So this is Jungkook’s fault?” He concluded as the younger nodded, “Well if you had not been so successful tonight with your jobs, I’d be pissed,” Jungkook noticeably relaxed, “Namjoon, have any of the girl you picked up found you by your first name? Have any of mine?” He shook his head, “Hobi, we get it you’re the drug guy,” Hoseok nodded as Yoongi heaved a sigh, “Well, let’s hope she believes that she got wasted, and Jungkook will convince her of that much.” The younger nodded again, “Namjoon, Hoseok, if you’re still suspicious, feel free to investigate, but as long as she provides free nursing to this accident prone idiot, I have no current issues, good fighter or not.” All three men nodded once more.

—-

You heard the door close and you immediately ran to the kitchen sink to spit out the vodka on your tongue. Hoseok hadn’t made sure you swallowed, a truly rookie move. This wasn’t the first attempt someone made to make you forget, and one of your bittersweet abilities was to find a way to remember, remember that Jungkook is a member of Bangtan and so was Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, and the unseen Hoseok. You had met Bangtan, well five of seven leaders, and now you had to hide from their eyes, from that world, because you don’t want to hold a controller to this game. 

You dry heaved at the feeling of the alcohol on your taste buds, “Fuck!” You cursed as you watched your arm drip blood.

They couldn’t at least patch you up? You had work tomorrow.

You sat up straight as you heard the plan. You were to burn it all. You were to watch it all go into smithereens. It was upon the plan explanation that you realized all the people you would be leaving behind. All the people who raised you.

“…Now we will have to get rid of everyone who knows your face, y/n-” Your uncle Byungjoo spoke.

Byungjoo was the second hand man to your father, and he was a ruthless man. He loved nothing but money, hated everything but money. One exception, however, was your father, and he only loved you because your father did.

“No.” You spoke out as your father stiffened and Byungjoo sighed.“Y/n, it’s for your safety.”

“If you do it, I will throw myself into the fire,” You seethed and Byungjoo chuckled, assuming it was a joke, “I swear on the blood of my father and your wife, I will die with those people,” Byungjoo ceased his giggles.

Your father took your death threats seriously. He may not have been loving, but he needed you to live, being you were his only child.“Y/n-”

“Let it go, Byungjoo, they live, end of discussion.”

The next morning was rough, to say the least.

With a sense of deja vu, you woke up to the sound of banging on your door. Groggily, you got up, opening the door cautiously, only to find the last person you wanted to see, “Hey, y/n, are you okay? You drank-”

“You’re a bad liar,” You shot Jungkook’s attempts down quickly as you walked towards your living room, leaving him to walk in and close the door, “I don’t drink,” You stated, sitting on your couch, turning on the news as he stood, dumbfounded, at the entrance of the closed door.

Jungkook didn’t know what to do, or who you even were anymore. He was shaken to the core by the prospect of Yoongi having to punish him. He shuddered, praying you were nice enough to ignore you being knocked out and alcohol being shoved down your throat.

“Wh-Why haven’t you called the cops?” He tripped over his words.

You scoffed, “Don’t insult me, like I don’t know they work under your little group’s thumb.”

“Y/n-”

“I spit out the vodka,” You explained, “It was a shockingly tiny amount of chloroform, so waking up wasn’t rocket science.”

Jungkook was speechless as he took notice of the news, “…Byungjoo was beaten severely outside an elite strip club, and he is still in Intensive Care. The last time we saw him was….” Jungkook took notice of the way you flinched.

“Did you…” Your voice was now quiet, “This is some sick prelude to a prelude?!” Your voice grew angrier, “Then what the fuck is the finale?”Your eyes were slightly glossed over, betraying you. You always had a weak dam blocking tears. Jungkook softened a bit at how hurt you looked, while you internally slapped yourself, angry that you felt a pang in your chest for the heartless filth that was your uncle. 

Jungkook froze again. His hazy memories of befriending and drinking with Byungjoo at the club slowly flowing back to him. A river of alcohol and strippers led the recollection. The night was beaten back into him by the sight of his faction of men giving Byungjoo the “warning”, but why did you care so much? “You know I can’t tell- Who is he to you?” Jungkook’s demeanor changed quickly and you could only stare.You two stared at each other for a while. You smacked yourself again for giving yourself away. 

There was no way in hell Jungkook wasn’t beginning to piece together who you were, all because of your stupid big mouth. Let’s make friends with the cute douche next do you said. Idiot. Jungkook, however, felt like he struck gold. Bangtan has been looking for you since they took over, and finally their plans could kick into high gear. If his hunch is right, and if you are cooperative, everything could finally fall into place, Bangtan locked in as kings, highest influencers, permanently.

“I have to go to work,” You stood up, “I think it’s best we stay away from each other.” Jungkook blinked for a moment only to begin sifting through your drawers, “Jungkook, stop!” You yelled, pulling him as he hit the wall next to him.

You and him struggled with each other, gridlocked, “Are you the green haired little girl?” He asked and everything stopped for both of you.

You humorlessly chuckled, “Wouldn’t I have killed you or your family by now?” You released your hold on his neck, “I’m going to work, steal whatever you want I guess.”

As Jungkook heard the door slam, he called Yoongi, “What?” The gruff voice of his hyung came.“She remembers-”

“What?! Are you fucking-”

“She’s the green haired girl, I think,” Jungkook spoke as the line went dead, “I’m almost positive, she left me in her house and went to work, what do I-”

Yoongi cooled the fire of his anger momentarily to register the information his dongsaeng administered. You, the girl who plays nurse to Jungkook, are the green haired psycho kid killer, the heiress to what was the biggest underground, and aboveground, empires. He smirked, excited to finally see who you grew up to be, and hungry for the answer to the question that could permanently seal him in as king.

“Tell me where she works and her name, and you will put everything back after you’re done, don’t let her know what you’ve seen” He ordered, “We want her to sweat, we want her scared, and we need her.”

—-

You always hated rock, paper, scissors.It was the game that ⅔ of the time that made you the bar waitress. The girl who dotes on the tables surrounding the bar, a demographic of touchy sports fanatics and lonely people looking for anything to go home with. The tips may have been nice, but they certainly weren’t that nice.

“Have fun,” Eunhwa, the owner of the locally famed restaurant spoke in my ear, “That guy is just sitting at a 8 person booth alone.” you grimaced as she took another very obvious look at the man, “Nevermind, I know who he is,” She sighed, looking at you, “God, you have grown, be careful today.” Your eyebrow quirked at her awkward shift in topic.

Eunhwa was your nanny in a sense. She taught you how to poison people but she also read you bedtime stories each night. After it all burned, she gave you this job when she realized you were abandoned. These days, she would mostly just come to open everything up and then go home, leaving the day to her manager, the shitty sex-hungry woman that was Dohye. She didn’t really talk to you, you didn’t have the right parts to interest her, she did however butt in when a moderately good looking man had the unfortunate fate of catching her radar. Although she was still stunning at only 30 years old, she was a crazy possessive one night stand that made one into at least seven. 

“Let go of me, please,” Byungyeol begged you with sorry eyes as you finally relented and released his torso from your arms with a trembling lip and a river that couldn’t stop from your eyes.

“I can’t… You can’t… Please, stay with me. I’m so scared of being alone-” You sobbed into your hands as you both sat in a car outside of your new home with pseudo-parents for your school’s concerns next door. His hand on your head quieted you. 

“I love you,” He whispered, kissing the top of your head,, “I rarely ever say it, but know that I do, my daughter,” He opened your door, “We will see each other again, I promise, give me three years and we’ll be together again, a normal family.” 

Rat bastard. You internally seethed as you patted down your black shirt with The Rose Palace embroidered on it with an accompanying rose, pondering how to approach the only guy in the bar area. While it had been a few hours since opening, the regular area was flourishing with customers, but the bar was fairly vacant, leaving you to saunter over to the mysterious man- holy shit was he attractive.

Yoongi sat, attentively waiting for the great y/n herself to take his order. He expected nothing much, seeing as you were a known hermit according to Jungkook, he didn’t expect much in your physique. He was told you were a strong-willed and smart-mouthed girl to Jungkook, so he expected some crappy service due to your sharp tongue slicing through your tip amount.Never in his life had Yoongi been so wrong.

He didn’t expect to choke on the water that had been previously set out on the table upon seeing your face. In a word, you were stunning. He watched as you did rock, paper, scissors, and something about the way you pouted upon losing made his whole demeanor quiver a bit. Your bandage on your arm didn’t go unnoticed by him either, perfectly wrapped.Yoongi sighed, you were nothing but a puzzle piece as far as he was concerned, but the way you were shaped made him want to connect you to him, even if for one night. However, you still had the possibility of a wit to make his libido for you shrink, and that possibility went to shit when you introduced yourself as his waiter.

“Hi, welcome to-” Your voice cracked somewhere between the welcome word, and so did your self-esteem a bit. Yoongi took notice of the very evident crack, stifling a chuckle, “I’m sorry you’re like really-uh I- drinks?” Your smile was nervous, and Yoongi’s lips perked up at your nervous nature.

“I’ll be having some friends around soon, but I’ll go with just a water, for now, save my day drinking for later,” You giggled a bit, like an idiot as he ordered. You nodded, scribbling on the pad absentmindedly as you went to fetch the water.

The moment you turned around, you hit the notepad on your face as you walked to the counter, “I’m such a dweeb, Ilhoon,” You stared at the drawing of a sloppy spiral on your notepad, “Can I get a water?”

The bartender, a man about 30 years old, chuckled, “That was a nice spectacle there,” He stated as he got the water, “This always happen when a guy like that comes in, or almost any person really, it’s amazing how you can’t talk to customers.”

“Fuck you,” You huffed, taking the water from him, placing it on a circular tray.“See? You stutter all innocently and like a submissive-oh, now I get it,” He smirked, “You like the domineering type, and they have you all-”

“Fuck you.”

Yoongi wanted to bang his head on the table, this was too sinfully good. He cursed his hearing as he heard the proceedings of your back and forth with the bartender. You were a submissive type, a kitten with sharp nails and a mean bite, and he found himself yearning to feel those claws on his back-

God, he needed to get laid. It’s evidently been too long.

He watched as you brought the water to him, placing it down with a slight tremor, “Let me try my little intro again,” You giggled, “Hi, welcome to The Rose Palace, my name is Y/n, and I will be your waitress today, how many are you expecting?” 

Yoongi’s lips quirked at your bright smile, “Six more guys, that alright babydoll?”

The nickname brought a heat to your cheeks that screamed you needed to get laid too, “Yeah, no problem, let me get the-”

“Menus? Already got them, sweetie,” Your skin pricked at the nauseatingly sultry voice of Dohye, “Wow, I’ve never had seven men at once,” She purred, “But I can take this if you-”

Yoongi’s eye twitched at the older woman trying to slide in his pants. He may have been depraved, but he certainly wasn’t that depraved.“I’m good, thanks,” The pure venom in your voice didn’t fall on deaf ears, but Yoongi’s, and he likes it.

“Oh come on, what’s your name, cutie?”  She winked and you internally puked.

“Uh, Yoongi,” He stated and he noticed as you tensed up, the name immediately recognized as the ever so famous leader of Bangtan.“No need to be shy-”

“You know what, you can have it,” You stated, and Yoongi snapped his head to look up at you, only to see you making eye contact with the rest of his party, Jungkook leading the pack.

Yoongi cursed, but refocused on the task at hand, and that was intimidation and forced compromise, not flirtation and consensual fornication, “No, I like my current waitress, thanks.” Dohye rolled her eyes at this and you felt your body freeze while she stalked off angrily.

“Y/n, baby!” Taehyung’s outburst made Yoongi’s eye twitch. Did he just fantasize about someone Taehyung fucked? Gross.

“Baby?” Your eyebrow quirked, and Yoongi internally sighed in relief, and as the guys settled in, your pretty smile was wiped from your face instantly, Hi, welcome to the-”

“Vodka,” Jungkook winked at you, and you simply nodded, actually writing words now that all these cute guys have been demystified.

“God, way to be rude, Kook,” A man, who seemed to be older, scolded.

“Wanna know what’s rude? Hitting fresh stitches,” Jungkook shot and you scoffed.“So is scratching someone with the suture needle,” You reciprocated.

“Oh, boss, we got another guest outside, shall I go fetch him?” Namjoon spoke up.Yoongi thought for a moment, “Take Hoseok and Jin, he can’t walk too well no?”

Namjoom nodded and Hoseok, who waved in a sheepish way, and Jin, the pretty man bowed politely as they left the table.

“No, no, she can’t see me,” The man outside begged Namjoon as he grabbed him, “I sold her out, she’ll kill me.”

“You’ll be dead if you don’t go in there,” Namjoon seethed in his ear, “Now let’s go, old man.”

“Ilhoon, get me a vodka and go, okay? Get everyone out, now,” He nodded, not bothering to ask questions as this kind of threat has presented itself many times before with mine and Eunhwa’s past, and he learned by now not to question you about yours. You were thankful Bangtan were currently the only customers, “Remember when my father came? This is even more dangerous.” He pressed a button that sent a light buzz to each waiter’s pager Eunhwa had us all carry for stuff like this, each buzz signaling who goes when.Watching your coworkers go one by one, Yoongi watching as well, you set the vodka down, slamming it down in front of Jungkook, “Anyone else?”

“Go ahead boys, I think we can get us a family discount, right, Byungjoo?” You stopped as you turned towards Namjoon, who was holding a bruised and blood-stained shit-stain of an uncle, and for the first time in years, you saw red.Byungjoo flinched, “Y-y/n, please I-”

“What is he shaking for? What’s she gonna do?” Hoseok scoffed, “I got her knocked out in two seconds.”

Yoongi shook his head at Hoseok as he observed your body language, and he knew you wanted blood, but would you go as far to kill a family member.“She won’t kill her own family,” Taehyung guffawed.

“Really?” You laughed humorlessly, “Uncle, how old was I when I first killed someone?”

“E-Eight,” He spoke and Yoongi noted the sureness in his statement

.“Who did I kill?” You asked, taking off the promotional button for the restaurant.

“M-Mina,” He was sobbing by now.

“She was my aunt,” You mused ripping the needle off the button. As soon as you did so, you made a running start for him.

“Honey, maybe you should let up a bit,” Byungjoo mused as you yelped from the feeling of his wife’s heel digging into your stomach, “Byungyeol will kill you if he notices.”

“What? Is our new little bug gonna tell on us?” She giggled, her face too beautiful for such an ugly woman.

For as far as you could remember, Mina served as your caretaker, not by choice. She often used you as a foot stool or put out cigarettes on your arms just for a laugh. She hated you, she hated your skin, she hated your smile, so she destroyed as much as she could, and she filled you with rage. Your father was catching on to what would happen when he was out, and he seldom showed you concern, but he caught sight of you weakening, so he handed you a tiny butterfly knife and nodded at you.

You didn’t understand what it meant until now.

“My darling, she hasn’t done-

“Exactly, she just sits there, like a fucking child!” She screamed at me.

“She is a child!” Byungjoo yelled back to her.Now Byungjoo couldn’t care less as to whether or not you lived or died, but encased in Mina’s room was you, her, lights off, TV on, and almost definitely a camera that Byungyeol could see through, and Byungjoo knew so.

“Children are too weak to liv-”

“So childish of you, Mina,” The cold voice of your father sent a shudder down her back and you took a deep breath as her heel retracted from your body.

“Yeolie, I-”

“Byungjoo, you will not move,” Your father stated, “Y/n, use the present I gave you, and Mina, let’s see if you are going to let a child get the better of you.”

“Th-This is ridiculous!” She stomped her foot down as I gathered the knife from my sock.

“So is hurting my heiress because you didn’t age well,” Your father chuckled.That’s why.She hurt you all because you were young like some fucking witch?

“Well?”  Mina inquired, “What a sad excuse of an heiress, I was eight when I killed my mother, and look at you, cowering there, shaking the sad excuse of a knife in your pathetic hand, do something, kill me, you little-”In that moment, you began to see red, and you dove at her, plunging the knife into as far up in her chest as you could reach, knocking her back into the armchair she was sitting in. Byungjoo sobbed as my father patted your head.

 Yoongi acted quickly, grabbing you by the waist after you landed on top of Byungjoo, sticking the pin in his shoulder to the hilt. Before you could do any more damage, you were hoisted off your uncle, landing a few good kicks into his shins before your breathing began to even.

“What the fuck was the point in bringing him here?!” You screamed, still trying to go at him as Namjoon chuckled, ripping the pin out of Byungjoo’s shoulder while your uncle yelped.

“We got big plans for your death anniversary, and we only need the missing family member for it. We were hoping your little reunion would wiggle out where he is,” Yoongi stated and you slowly began to laugh.

“You want my father?” You cackled, “Tell me when you see him.”

“You don’t know-” Jungkook began.

“No, fuck face, I don’t, he could be dead for all I care, and he feels the same about me.”  You stated, “I’m a mafia kid before I’m his, you fucking idiots.”

Yoongi stood, dumbfounded, and a little defeated. He didn’t factor in your own father not loving you since all signs pointed to that he did. Yoongi cursed himself for not factoring in such a possibility, a high one at that.

“I’m the little shit green girl, congrats, but I’m a dead end, now let go of me, because I’m going to kill him,” You seethed and Yoongi clicked his tongue.

“A dead end, huh?” He mused, “Fine, but we’ll be keeping you around.”

“Excuse me?” You turned your head to look the leader in the face.“

Congratulations, you’re hired as our new nurse-”

“Fuck off.”Yoongi smirked, putting his mouth next to your ear, “I can get you thrown in prison, green girl, plaster your whole face across the media, and trust me, you won’t like the prison under my control,” He whispered and he noticed you stiffen.

You nodded, not wanting to reunite with who was behind those bars, “I need to be paid, I can’t threaten this place’s safety,” You demanded and Yoongi conceded.

“Very well, wouldn’t want anymore shows, babydoll,” Yoongi taunted you, “Namjoon, take him back to home base, him and I got business,” 

You snarled at Byungjoo.“You’re dead if I see you,” You promised.

Byungjoo only managed a sob as he was roughly pushed out. “Jungkook, Jin, take her home,” Yoongi ordered and both men nodded, standing up, “I have to get back to the office,” You scoffed at the sound of him maintaining his facade. “See you around, nurse,” He snickered, letting you go as your head spun at what you had just agreed to do.

Restaurant Dates Are The Worst (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

A/N: This is an adaptation of the Sebastian Stan version of RDATW (a very faithful adaptation, almost word for word except it’s written in third person and ot second). It’s for a dear friend of mine (me heartie @bathshebaa who has the hots for Tom Hiddleston *wink* *wink*)

Word count: 3.5k

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She looked around her, scrutinizing the surroundings, letting her eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – she looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from her, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while twaddling.

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extensive list of things i know about the legends of tomorrow from my dash:

  • badass Time Bisexual™ sara lance travels through time and space to kiss ladies
  • lesbian is not a bad word
  • banged the queen of france (not her fault, she was seduced)
  • corrupted women in some village (in her defense, they were happily  corrupted *finger guns*)
  • kissed guinevere (sara lance-a-lot?? is she sir lancelot??? idk) (did they bang too?)
  • there are some dudes also
  • that’s it
The huntress in the forest

Feysand fanfiction:

AU: Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian are sent to the mortal realm to hunt an animal to bring back a trophy to the Illyrians. But when they finally find an animal in the seemingly abandoned mortal realm, a young huntress steps in and takes their kill. Furious and curious, the three follow the lone huntress, the future High Lord seems a little more curious than his two friends though.

Word Count: 1670

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anonymous asked:

I really like your Villain!Deku HC!!! Can you do more, maybe NSFW ones. or anything really :3

(Trust me, I got more where that came from! Here! Have a formal banquet AU!)

  • Though Deku doesn’t normally go out a lot, he does attend formal events if it comes down to attendance being mandatory. These sorts of formal events are underground villain banquets, where villains from all across the globe visit to show off their accomplishments along with recruiting any young villains in training.
    • Quite honestly, the only reason Deku attends despite not wanting to, is because of the drinks and the women who would show off what sort of power they and their villain guilds hold. Deku isn’t much of a ladies man, but he does have the suave confidence to seduce any sort of information he can out of them.
      • The sort of information he asks for is what sort of power certain villains in other guilds have, and their locations. The reason for this, is so he could later destroy or experiment on them in the future. It’s all for the…’notes’.
  • The way he seduces women is fairly easy to him. He always keeps his confidence in check and watches his words carefully while also ‘thin slicing’ any sort of happenings around them that could’ve lead them to villainy. He finds it a bore how the reason is something he considers ‘petty’.
    • “I can see it in your eyes…you had issues in your past before running away from home my lady…” *grows a tiny, charming smile* “I can’t imagine how someone as lovely as you could live through so much pain…your mother dying in a hospital after you were born, and your father being a horrible man…tainting you and your beauty with his awful infection called his touch…” *takes her hand and gives her knuckles a soft kiss* “A beauty..no…a gem like you should be loved by the world…”
      • Meanwhile in Deku’s head: ‘Tch. What a fucking easy out.’
  • Though he does hold respect towards women, he dislikes women who are weak minded, has no resolve, or is weak in physical strength. The personality he could give less of a shit about.
    • To the ladies who had dealt with their fair share of his charm, they call him “The Devil in Angel’s Clothing”.
  • Deku is a hell of a lot smarter than when he was a hero in training. In fact, he considers himself more clever and daring. After all, before anything happens, he’s always one step ahead, and even takes the time to sort through anything he’s missed before taking any rash chances.
    • Deku’s quite the gambler. He treats life like a game, and choices like a gamble where he places his bets.
      • He even gambled several times during his stay in the Villain banquets and he wins every single time. His secret? He cheats and rigs it. It still amazes him how they’ve never caught him or even considered that the villains who play could rig the system of each game.
  • It’s a bit of a rarity for Deku to find a lady he considers ‘special’, but when he does, he wants to spend every second with her for the rest of the night.
    • It’s extremely rare for Deku to lead a woman away to spend a one night stand with her. Mainly because he doesn’t want to raise a future villain that holds his genetics.
  • There are moments in the banquet where you can sing up on stage, perform your talents that no one acknowledged, show off your powers, and even slow dance on the dance floor. It’s a way of showcasing yourself to help you gain more recognition throughout the world.
    • Deku always take these chances whenever he feels is necessary. And whenever he has gained enough confidence. At one point, he saw a few villains showing off their talents, so whenever he feels it, he may as well take part in it.
      • He mostly just stays on the dance floor dancing with women who accepts his offered invitation. His swift and slow moves and his gentle holds on them are what helps him get the information so much easier than using just his words and confidence alone. Put those four things together, and he instantly has them melting in his arms.
  • He sells out the information he learned to his league as soon as they leave. And boy, does it feel so good to stab em in the back. Especially when it comes to breaking promises to the women he seduced.
{Reaction} Mafia!EXO having a bad deal and you’re the only one that can calm them

Hi! Could you please do an exo mafia!au reaction to them coming home from a bad deal or something bad happening while they were in charge and you’re the only one that can calm them down? Thank you~💕 

Note: Mafia AU’s will be the death of me I swear. Enjoy~!

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by parkchny

Chanyeol’s shoulders were shaking as he sat on the couch, he looked as white and pale as a sheet. He’d been on a drug deal, a supposedly loyal trader. Except this time, the man pulled out the gun, and Chanyeol seemed as though he was still in shock over his near death experience despite he had been in that kind of situation a fair few times before. You stepped inside, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him until his shaking body stopped. He helped you closely, not saying a word, but feeling the comfort in knowing you’re there for him.


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by yoonem

He didn’t show it, but he felt shaken up. He had been on an assassination job, but the man had got away again. Only this time, he had put up a fight, and Kyungsoo had been closer to the bullet of a gun than he would’ve liked to have been. The others didn’t notice the horror hidden behind his poker face, but as he arrived home, you saw it immediately, and took him away from the other to talk to him, knowing that he needed to relieve of whatever had happened while he had been out.

Kyungsoo: “I nearly died… the scariest part was the thought of leaving you behind…”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by trulynatalie

Baekhyun‘s blood was boiling in anger as he returned home, he had been set up by someone he was supposed to be making deals with. The other members gracefully kept their distance from him, no one wanted to be around Baekhyun when he was pissed off. But as you walked into the room, his face softened. He smiled as you walked over and help you in his arms, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck as he slowly calmed down.

Baekhyun: “Thank you for being there, {y/n}.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Sehun scoffed as Junmyeon lectured him on the dangerous actions of his last mission. He had let one of the most notorious murders slip through his fingers. If he didn’t feel bad enough about it, Junmyeon had made him feel a hundred times worse about it. He felt his eyes squeeze tightly shut as he walked into your shared apartment as he was mid putting his coat on the hanger. He looked at you, and you understood that he had been having a bad day without any words to tell you. You put the cooking down and made your way over, wordlessly pulling him into a hug which instantly calmed him down. He changed the subject to forget about the bad day he’d had.

Sehun: “Something smells nice, what have you been making?”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by luhns

Lay was feeling unbelievably stressed. He had been overworked for the last few weeks, barely ever getting a break. If he wasn’t on an assassination mission, then he was dealing drugs, when he wasn’t dealing drugs he was in the casinos seducing women to gain secrets. It was a never ending cycle of working and stress. But as he arrived home one evening and saw you dressed in revealing clothing with a smile on your face, he couldn’t help but relax into you coaxing grin.

Lay: “You know me too well, Baobei.”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by exoxoolf

Jongdae had been trying to crack a code for the whole day. He looked tired, and frustration coursed through his veins. To crack this code was essential if his mafia group finally wanted to make a move on their greatest enemies. It was all down to him, and he was feeling the pressure alright. When you first walked in, he snapped, and told you to leave him alone and that he was busy. But as you walked over and placed a coffee on the table beside him and pulled him into a hug. He relaxed into your touch.

Jongdae: “I’m sorry I snapped, I didn’t mean it. I love you jagiya.”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

Minseok got home from a bad deal. It was the first time he had ever truly been scared. He had been on an assassination mission, and he had been incredibly close to being killed. The man had laughed in his face, saying how he was going to kill him, and then go after you and kill you too. That was the scariest part for Minseok, the thought of you dying. Eventually, he had fought the other man and finished off the job, but he was still left shaken as he came home. As soon as he walked in, he pulled you into a hug, knowing he needed to change his choice of career.

Minseok: “I’m so sorry, I love you. We need to get away from this life.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by biiloved

Tao found himself actually crying. Kris had gone, he didn’t know where, Luhan was going to be following soon. EXO M was falling apart, and he was left wondering what was going to happen next. He knew he wasn’t safe, not knowing where his leader was. You had found him in the bedroom, curled under the blankets and shaking like a leaf. You climbed in with him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and holding him close until he finally fell asleep.


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

The leader of EXO K was feeling incredibly stressed, conflicts were running within his own team, and everything felt as though it was falling to pieces. When he walked into the house, he was still fuming. When he saw you cooking him dinner, he walked over, pulling you roughly into his arms. But once you were in his embrace, he softened, holding you more lightly and running a hand through your hair.

{y/n}: “Everything alright?”

Suho: “It is now.”


Lu Han

Originally posted by baekthoven

Luhan sat in the corner to the warehouse in tears. The water stained his cheeks as he curled up into a ball of terror. The enemy had been killed, but he had been hit with sudden flashbacks, leaving him cowering in the corner next to a bloody body. He’d been ignoring calls for hours. He was finally found by yourself and Yixing later on. Yixing took a step back as you walked over to him.

Luhan: “I saw him getting killed again - I had a flashback -”

{y/n}: “It’s okay, I’m here now.” *Pulls him into a hug.* “Let’s go home”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by intokai

Kai allowed you to pull him into your arms as the two of you sat on the safe. He sighed as you pulled him to his feet. He had more than a stressful day, the deal had turned almost deathly wrong. But now, in your comfort he felt protected, and somewhat smiled as you started to saw with him in the living room with no music playing.


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by krismehard

Kris pushed his chair under the table a little more roughly than usual, and groaned as it smacked against the table and knocked off a glass which smashed against the hard tiled floor. He shook his head, about to curse when he heard the door open. He was about to snap, to tell the person to fuck off. But as he looked up to see you, he felt his annoyance drain in an instant. He walked over, closing the door behind you and told you to come and sit with him for a while.

Kris: “We both need a break, come inside for a bit. Do you want some coffee?”