you are a porcelain doll

cookiewafflenerd  asked:

Headcannon where Rfa+V+Saeran is scared of something strange or an everyday object, and cant seem to get over it? (Also I love your guy's headcannons)

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Zen:

(Candles)

  • He doesn’t own a candle for a reason
  • He had a dream once that his hair got caught in the flame and he went bald
  • Ever since then, he’s never had one again
  • You found out when you started bringing them into his house
  • Whenever you would light them, you would notice they would be blown out two seconds later
  • Zen just can’t handle it
  • Sometimes he’ll blow it out just as you light it

Yoosung:

(Porcelain Dolls)

  • One of his aunts had a collection of them in her house
  • When he was little, he had to sleep over due to a family emergency
  • He was haunted by those eyes that followed him around
  • It didn’t help that he saw a horror film featuring them when he was a little older
  • Ever since then, he’d be squeamish with most dead-eye looking dolls
  • He gets shivers even when he passes by one in a gift shop
  • “The eyes! They’re following me.”

Jaehee:

(Squidgy Stress Ball)

  • You found out when you were looking through some gifts her co-workers got her
  • You pulled out the little, squishy stress ball
  • And she started flailing her hands and telling you to put it away
  • She just doesn’t like the look of it
  • And she really doesn’t like the feel of it
  • It makes her think she’s holding a squishy rodent or something
  • She’s really squeamish around it too

Jumin:

(Anything covered with Tiny Holes)

  • Basically, he has trypophobia
  • He gets really tense whenever there’s a fruit or vegetable whose seeds look all webbed and holey
  • Even things like strainers give him goosebumps
  • If you bring something like that towards him, he will become as skittish as a cat
  • He doesn’t know where the fear came from, but he just hates it
  • It’s also one of the reasons he prefers stripes and lines over circle patterns

Seven:

(Geese)

  • You noticed he never feeds them
  • Which is odd because he loves all types of animals except insects
  • Turns out he’s scared of them
  • If there’s a flock of them near a lake, he will take the widest detour to avoid them
  • If the geese start hissing, you don’t even see him run
  • He just disappears into thin air  
  • He actually does have a reason for it, considering he once got chased and bitten on the butt by a goose

Saeran:

(Tape)

  • He’s not scared of it as much as he loathes the feeling of it
  • He doesn’t like sticky textures in general
  • But tape is the worst
  • He’ll use it to actually tape things shut
  • But he hates when any part of it gets stuck on his skin
  • If it does, he takes forever to peel it off because he’s cringing so much
  • You’ll hear the quiet, “Ew ew ew ew” until he gets it off

V:

(Dishwashers)

  • When there was no dishwasher in his house, you thought he was just old fashioned
  • Nope
  • Turns out he’s freaked out by dishwashers
  • He doesn’t like the sound they make
  • He also doesn’t like putting dirty dishes into a machine
  • It weirds him out for some reason

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@localelderfrog wow you are involved in this one too

Once i had a porcelain doll in my room and it moved.

I was chill with that, as long as it didn’t kill me. One day, Makenna was over at my house and I told her my doll moved and she thought i was just trying to scare her. The dool was facing my bed wich is facing away from the door when we were in there. I think we moved to the living room when Makenna needed to go to my room. She entered and the doll was now facing somewhat towards the door. Of course, she freaks out and she goes and get’s me. We go back in and the doll is now full on facing towards the door.

I gave that doll away to a teacher that got arrested. Don’t know where it is anymore.

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BTS reaction: gf/bf/crush back hugging them while they’re brushing their teeth

ranmin10: BTS reaction when they were brushing there teeth in the morning and there GF decided to back-hug them sleepily and touch there stomach ?i think this shit is SUPER CUUUTTTEEE!!!!!!

Such a cute request *-* Thank you! - admin Evv

Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

He wanted to make a surprise for you. Jin left dance practice early. On his way to home, he went to buy flowers and something to eat, all for you. He was happy that, finally, he’ll spend some time with you, alone, without his members, your friends or any other random eyes on you. He quietly opened the door. When he found you sleeping on the couch, he felt disappointed somehow. He was planning all day what he’d cook for you and what you two will be doing this night. But he couldn’t blame you that you fell asleep. He took you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. A little bit disappointed he went to the bathroom to prepare himself for sleep. The last thing that he had to do was brushing his teeth. Still thinking about you, peacefully sleeping, he looked at the mirror. Your   little body showed in the mirror. Jin was curious as to what you were doing so he just stood there and he was looking at you. When you came and only back hugged him, mumbling something about fairies and unicorns, Jin smiled widely and let you hug him till he’ll finished. It was the cutest thing he ever saw. His little, cute y/n. All his disappointment disappeared and all his love that he has for you fulfilled him inside. This small gesture assured him how he wants to spend rest of his life.

Yoongi

Originally posted by new-message-bts

Their comeback is coming soon so he’s staying up till morning hours, always working on songs. This time he came back to home after 3 am. You were already asleep but you heard when he was closing door, even though he was trying hard to not wake you up, you heard everything. You decided to go to sleep, it was normal for you that he was coming back that late, so why should you care? But his heavy steps made you worried. You stood up and went to the bathroom. Yoongi didn’t notice when you walk in. When you saw his reflection in the mirror, your heart stopped. He looked like a ghost or zombie. Dark circles under his eyes which you didn’t notice earlier. Yoongi was tired, it had already been already 2 weeks that he was preparing everything for their comeback. You were half asleep but you wanted to comfort him so you lumber to him and back hugged Suga. At first he was surprised by your acting but after few seconds he started to be more and more relaxed because of your touch. The only thing that he wanted to do now, was going to the bed, lay down all night and all day with you in his arms. He would turn to you, give you a soft kiss and take your hand into his, walking straight to the bed.

Hoseok

Originally posted by jaayhope

It was a morning like others. Hobi woke up first like always. He knew that you liked to sleep in, so he wouldn’t wake you up. Before getting out of bed, he gave you a peck on the forehead and looked at you, thinking how beautiful you looked sleeping. Finally, when he took his eyes away from you, he went to complete his morning routine. He was happy and already hyped; the weather was nice, birds were singing, this day seemed to be great, and the most important thing: he woke up next to the person that he loves, which made his day perfect. Brushing teeth is boring. Hobi was dancing and trying to enjoy this activity. Then he felt someones hands playing with his shirt and his stomach. Similar touch made him laugh from happiness. He turned to you and gave you the most beautiful of his smiles. He made you lean back against the wall next to the washbasin. You didn’t know what was happening, you just woke up and you weren’t in contact with the world yet, so you didn’t pay too much attention on what your bf was doing. Hobi took your toothbrush and asked you to open your mouth. When you opened your mouth without hesitation, he laughed again how cute you looked when you were still half asleep. He put the toothbrush into your mouth and started to brush your teeth for his own. He was enjoying it to much, tbh but he didn’t want to hurt you so his moves would be really soft, he would treat you like a porcelain doll which can break after one bad move.

Namjoon

Originally posted by forjimin

It was a very special day. Your 5th anniversary. You started dating before his debut. This relationship was going really good. You understood each other like no one else. You could talk about everything, laugh together and cry together.
You two set up to meet in your favourite place, the park where you first met each other. But you had different plans. You called Namjoon to wake him up and say some cute words but the truth was that you were already outside his dorm. Jin let you in their dorm, he took all of the boys to leave you and Joonie alone.
You were listening to every his move because you didn’t want to him to find out that you were there. Breakfast was already prepared by Jin, you only had to prepare roses, candles and all romantic things that came to your mind. Namjoon wanted to look perfect this day (like he doesn’t look like this every second). It took him awhile to prepare himself. Clothes, hair, jewellery, a gift for you. You were already tired of waiting so you went to look for what he was doing. Namjoon was in front of the mirror practising weird speeches. You didn’t know what the speech was about, but you randomly came up to hug him and said “yes” like he was proposing to you. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, smiling and showing him dimples. Namjoon wanted to act angry at you, that you came into bathroom without any permission, but he failed; he was just too happy and excited for today.
Nj: Can I brush my teeth now?
Yn: Yeeees - you said in the most cute way you could. Namjoon started to laugh because of your cuteness. You were so adorable.
Nj: so, would you let me go?
Yn: of course not, I won’t let you go. I want to stay like this forever.
He didn’t mind it. He liked the feeling of your touch on his skin. This anniversary would be special, he knew this

Jimin

Originally posted by morekpopmore

You were spending holidays in his parents house in Busan. His family loved you. They saw how much in love you two were and how much support you were giving him. His mother already treated you like her daughter-in-law. You were happy that they accepted you, same with Jimin.                                                  It was your first morning here. You woke up first but you were too busy looking at Jimin and playing with his hair to get out of bed. He woke up, looked at you and quietly said “good morning” and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Finally Jimin stood up first. You were bored alone so you decided to go with him. Feeling your hands massaging his abs and your breath at his neck, he felt himself melt inside. Love filled all regions of his body. He gave you the sweetest smile that you ever saw from him. When he finished, he did the same thing with you. He just back hugged you, playing with your shirt and kissing your head. Jimin was really glad that he had someone like you by his side. Just small gestures you are making, smiles or words, were giving him much happiness. This moment didn’t last for too long. Because how long can someone be washing themselves for? Jimin told you to come back to bed. He went to the kitchen and prepared the best breakfast that he was able to make. He tried his best for you. He brought breakfast to you and you two ate in the bed. You were planning your time in Busan and even your future.

Taehyung

Originally posted by kimthwriter

You two weren’t a couple, actually you two were friends, really close friends. You acted like a couple, but no one took the  first step to ask the other one out. You were scared to dating a famous idol, and Tae didn’t want to destroy your friendship.
It was the first time for you to stay over for a night in his dorm. You had a lot of fun. Playing games, watching movies, shopping online and gossiping about everything and everyone. This was perfect. You fell asleep next to Tae and he didn’t mind, so he just laid next to you and went to sleep too. He woke up first. Your face was snuggled in his neck and his hand was around your waist. He spent  a few minutes looking at you, but he needed to solve his physiological problem, so he quickly stood up and went to the bathroom.
You noticed it when he left your side, but you didn’t say anything. After a few minutes you felt alone; you felt so good, safe and loved in his arms, you wanted to feel like this again. So without thinking, you went to the bathroom where Tae was. He was in front of the mirror, all smiley and happy, like never before. He was there only with his body, his minds was in a different place. He was remembering last night; your smile, your laughter, your face when you were focused at the game. He got a little bit scared when you back hugged him. He felt like the luckiest boy in the world. You told him that you wanted to cuddle with him because you felt good in his arms. Tae’s heart pounded like crazy. It was the first time he didn’t know what to say. He felt good in your arms too, and he didn’t want to be only a friend for you. He turned to you and hugged you tightly. He said “I love you” in the deepest voice, straight to your ear. This quick back hug just ended your friendship and started something new, something filled with love, care and a lot of cuddles.

Jungkook   

Originally posted by babybun19

You two spend all night watching movies, playing games and just enjoying being together. You were awake till 4am. Maybe you would stay even longer but Omma Jin told you to go to sleep. The boys had a free day so you could spend all day together and sleep for how long you wanted.
It was 2 pm and Jungkook woke up. All of the members already left the dorm to enjoy their free day. Jungkook wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t wake you up. You refused to get out of bed, so he decided to kick you out of there later. He woke up in a very good mood. He was singing, dancing and enjoying his bathroom routine (this sounds so weird). Jungkookie sang your favourite song which was “Butterfly”. When you heard his beautiful voice, you wanted to hear it more clearly. You went to the place where your bf was. He saw you; he just smiled and continued to singing with the toothbrush in his mouth. You came and hugged him from behind. It make him feel happy. Jungkook felt loved and he realized how much he loved you. It was only a hug and it made him the happiest person in the world. He was still singing, he took your hand, slowly pulling you to stand in front of him. You closed your eyes, enjoying his voice. He lifted you up, put you on the washbasin. His voice started to be more and more quiet. Suddenly he kissed you. It was a soft and mature kiss. After the kiss, you two just stared at each other. Words weren’t needed. Both of you knew what the other thought and felt.

I Am Not Peggy

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Peggy Carter (mentioned)

Warnings: Nothing much, swearing, violence, angst

Summary: You are Captain America’s girlfriend and you find that you will always be compared to a certain piece of Steve’s past.
Word Count:
1562
A/N: This was really bad and Steve’s a bit of a dick tbh but I can see where they’re both coming from… this is dedicated to my favourite, the steve to my bucky @sickplanets <3 I am open to do a part two!!!

Originally posted by from-wizards-to-soldiers

Originally posted by ibidyouallaveryfondfarewell

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Bts reacting to you sending a cute, caring message!

You: [Hi babes I know you’re busy but please eat and take breaks. Don’t overwork yourself! I want you home in one piece, well more like I need you home in one piece. You’re my best friend and I love you so much! I don’t know what’d I do with out you. You’re truly one of a kind and I’m so lucky have you be mine ♡] 

Namjoon:

*See’s his phone light up and notices its you. Does his cute, shy hand-over-mouth thing*

Him: [Aish I love you too baby you’re too cute~ Why would you make me a mess right now when I have lots to do… Its okay though darling. I’ll be home soon! ♡]

Jin: 

Him: [Who put you up to this?]

You: [What do you mean?! Let me be nice for once -_-]

Him: […Thank you love, you mean a lot to me too and I also care for you dearly… I’m still suspicious though…]

*Still feels warm and fuzzy. Is grateful you sent a cute text because cuuuuute~*

Hoseok:

*Gets super excited and starts jumping everywhere* *sends you a selca bc why not*

Him: [Ahhhh jagiyaaaaa you’re so cute! I love you my small porcelain doll! I hope you’re taking care of yourself too. I want you to be healthy my little angel! ♡]

Yoongi:

*Is confused and a bit surprise*

Him: [Oh thanks babe. I know I don’t say this a lot but I love you so much. Please take care of yourself too ♡.]

*slightly smiling bc you thought of him*

Taehyung:

*heart eyes to the max* *squeals*

Him: [Jagiiii oh my god you are so cute! I may be busy but come visit me okay?! I need to see you and give you hugs and cuddles and we can go get ice cream! Come during lunch yeah? I love you!!]

*starts showing everyone else* “Look at this cutie!”

Jimin:

*blushy Blushy BLUSHY* *Also tries to hide his phone*

Him: [Baby this is unexpected. I love you too, take care of yourself! To be honest you made me flustered and you’re not even here… do you see what you do to me!? ♡]

Jungkook:

*laughs to himself*

Him: [Aww you looooove me you little loser~ Don’t worry I love you too! Take care of yourself also okay? I’ll see you later honey, you can show me how much you care for me then ;)]

From nonnie:  Hi! Can you do a logan x reader fic where the reader has deep feelings for logan but they have this friends with benefits thing going on and she’s scared to tell him but one day after they bang he tells her he actually cares for her *feels everywhere* 

Word count: 1237

Originally posted by pleasingpics

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“F-fuck Logan, don’t stop.” You sighed, the man on top of you thrust his hips in a languid motion, hitting right where you wanted him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. His hand was in your hair and he tugged hard, you moaned and reveled at the feeling of his lips and teeth against your neck and his beard scratching against your collarbone, and it felt so fucking good you almost screamed. Logan pounded you harder, you yelped at the feeling of his tip hitting that spot and he used his free hand to brush against your bundle of nerves, earning a throaty moan from your lips.

You raked your nails down his back as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, you bit down hard as he bottomed out inside you. You felt yourself come undone. “Yes-yes Logan, oh Logan, harder, please, I’m cumming-”

“That’s it- princess, oh yes, I’m fuckin’- I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” Logan whispered against your lips.

His eyes were burning into you yours and you used your legs to pull him closer again as your pussy started to quiver around him, silently answering his question. You moaned into his kiss as he spilled himself inside you and he smothered his face into your neck and growled as he rode out his orgasm, still deftly swiping his fingers over your clit, drawing another screaming orgasm from you.

He slumped next to you as you both came down, automatically pulling you to lay on his chest.

~

This had been going on for about 3 months, you and Logan became friends with benefits after he came back from a mission, covered in blood, some of his own, some of his enemies. His clothes were ripped to shreds and although he didn’t need any medical attention, he let you help him anyway.

But things don’t always go as planned, things change and so do people, including you.

After a whole night of non-stop, unbridled sex, and everything that leads up to it, you had fallen asleep curled against Logan’s vigorous body once again, every inch of him stuck to you like velcro.

You had woken the next morning to Logan’s face smushed against the space between your neck and collarbone, his snores rumbled through his body and the vibrations tickled your skin and you giggled lightly.

You had taken a moment to admire his sleeping form; his hand had absent-mindedly cupped your breast in his sleep and the other winded behind your back, you had draped your arms around his broad shoulders. The way your bodies were tangled made you look like tangled vines, your leg was hiked up over his hip and his legs were between and underneath yours.

You felt complete, you were caught in pure bliss, but you just wish you didn’t have to hide.

Hm, Y/N.” Logan mumbled in his sleep, that’s when you knew you were in love with the man wedged against you. And you didn’t know what else to do apart from close your eyes, letting the smell of smoke and sandalwood engulf your nostrils.

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You had taken a night to yourself, you walked around the grounds of the school without telling anyone where you had gone, seeking a silence the inside walls couldn’t give you. You were becoming afraid of your feelings towards Logan, there was no way he would return them, and you were contemplating on shutting whatever it was between you down.

When you arrived back into your assigned room, you were shoved against the shut door by a strong pair of familiar hands.

“Logan! What the fuck are you doing?! And why are you in my room? I thought we were keeping this whole… thing… low-key?” Your chest heaved as you tried to get your breathing even again, looking up at his darkened eyes.

“Next time you go for a fuckin’ walk, TELL SOMEBODY!” You flinched at his growing volume. “You know that we don’t have some magical barrier around this place- god, whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

He went to open the door but you stopped him, grabbing his wrist, your fingers didn’t even manage to wrap around it fully, he was so… big. His arm went limp against your touch, and you trailed your fingers up to his jaw, stroking the scruff that was there.

Kiss me.” It was more a plea than a demand, and you couldn’t meet his eyes as you let the words roll off your tongue.

Logan then proceeded to pin you against the door again, but this time he was gentle as ever, treating you like a porcelain doll in his calloused hands. You wracked your brain to try and remember when the last time he was this tender with you, and you lost yourself in his touch.

He stooped and caught your soft thighs, wrapping them around his hips and leading you to your bed. His lips were timid and soft against your own, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck with the same gentleness, easing you back onto the mattress as his body hovered over yours.

The kiss was light, there was no teeth, and only a slight amount of tongue and you sighed as you broke apart. You slowly peeled one another’s clothing off, moving like waves, for the first time you felt nervous, and you could feel his body language shift.

When you were both bare to each other, Logan peppered lazy open-mouthed kisses from your lips to your breasts and you arched your back as you felt two familiar fingers enter you at a mind-boggling pace. His slow, teasing movements made you gasp and writhe against his fingers. You reached for him and started stroking his cock at the same pace as he was stroking you, earning a small moan that vibrated against your lips.

As he pushed into you, you felt whole, and not like the usual way; you felt your chest swell and your fingertips tingle with electricity as he slowly thrust inside you. It was the first time you hadn’t cried out or groaned in lust and it was warm and fuzzy, your body wasn’t covered in sweat, and you started to rock against him, but he held your hips in place.

“Listen I…I love you, Y/N, ever since you woke up that morning and let me stay, you didn’t tell me to wake up or get out like I would do occasionally do to you because you were snoring, ” You giggled at his words,  "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve met, nobody compares.“ You breathed a sigh of relief as he confessed.

"I love you too, Logan.” You kissed him deeply as he started moving again, a few moments later the tension behind your naval snapped and you came undone around him, and he stumbled down right after you.

It was going to be difficult, but you were anticipating the ride.

Vampire AU - Jungkook
  • Genre: Smut
  • Pairing: Jungkook/reader

A new student of the Academy in Seoul gets lured by a very sweet and addictive fragrance. His curiosity pushes him to follow this deliciously enticing smell which ends up in a very mysterious meeting.



The first meeting

Originally posted by nnochu


Jeon Jungkook has just stepped into the vast hall of the Academy in Seoul. His eyes scanning the robust building as he sheepishly moves onwards. He set off from his apartment slightly later than he had initially planned, but here he is, still having at least 20 minutes to the start of the very first lecture in his life, a lecture that marks the beginning of a new chapter in his existence - the studies. He had applied for the Academy and somehow got admitted, perhaps out of sheer luck. At least, that’s what he thinks it was. Such strokes of luck have been continuously reappearing for as long as he can remember, one thing that he cannot complain about. He really is lucky. 

He is wandering around the corridors of the old building, looking for a certain classroom.

“Dang it,” the boy curses quietly, “I should’ve checked the timetable more carefully.”

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot recall the number of the room. Randomly, he decides to take the next turn left, which leads to yet another corridor. He can smell a very sweet fragrance that lures him to one of many doors. He follows blindly, being utterly mesmerized by the intoxicating scent. The door is open and he stops by, peeking inside.
  
There you are, leaning over the desk and sorting out some papers. They must be very old, judging from their yellowish hue and tattered edges. Jungkook holds in a breath, lips slightly parted. He forgot what he was about to say.
  
“What’s your business, boy?”
  
If it’s only possible, the pleasant timbre of your voice, despite the strictness of the question, seems to be even sweeter and more alluring than the smell lingering in the room and radiating from your persona. He swallows, spellbound by the perfection of the woman in front of his eyes. He can clearly tell you are older than him, but in all honesty, it’s not because of the wrinkles or any other traces of the flow of unrelenting time. It’s rather because he can sense this aura of dignity and nobility around you. The complexion of your skin is akin to that of porcelain dolls, so fair and shiny. Makes him want to run his hands over the area around your neck and…lower, so enticingly exposed by the snowy-white shirt you’re wearing. 

“Have you gone deaf?” you raise your eyes and Jungkook feels attacked by the intensity of the gaze. 

“How can a human being have such ridiculously beautiful eyes?”, he wants to ask but bites his tongue. 

“Emm, Ma’am… I was thinking… I mean, I think I’m lost and I was thinking if you could help me,” Jungkook utters not really recognizing his own voice now. 

“You should stop, then”, you say in a grave tone. 

“Stop what, Mrs…,” he questions, gathering enough courage to get closer to your desk. 

“You should definitely give up the thinking and ask for help, it doesn’t seem to be one of your best assets anyway, boy,” the mockery stops him dead in his tracks.

 “Excuse me?”, he asks, bewildered.

You take a sharp breath, already running out of your short supply of patience. “Listen here, you’re a pretty face but I sincerely hope you’re at least smart enough to see that I’m a terribly busy person, so…,” Jungkook blinks twice in disbelief upon hearing this questionable compliment. You continue unfazed, in a melancholic manner, shuffling the papers in your delicate hands, “So, come on boy, spit it out already or just get the hell out of my sight.” 

Upon hearing that, Jungkook’s body gets all tense, not liking the way how your sweet voice changes into something more of an unspoken threat. 

“I can clearly see that, Ma’am. I can see you’re very busy,” he stutters a little and goes on, trying not to look away and withhold the weight of your gaze, “I won’t bother you anymore. I’d very much appreciate if you could just show me the way to…,” and then he unexpectedly stops talking. 

“To where? Why did you stop? Did you forget how to use your mouth?” a smirk appears on your face as you keep on observing the obviously flustered boy, standing in front of you. 

“No, it’s just…,” he mumbles. 

“It’s just what?” you nag him, tilting your head to the side.

“Thing is, I can’t recall the number of the room and…,” not being able to contain your amusement, you laugh out loud, giving him a disapproving look. 

“Oh my, oh my. It keeps getting better and better. You’re actually quite entertaining.” 

Jungkook’s face reveals the mix of emotions bottling up inside of him. He clenches his fists, blushing furiously. 

“Is it because of anger or maybe he’s just too shy?” you ponder, starting to enjoy this conversation perhaps a little more than you should. 

“Do you know the name of the lecturer, or maybe the subject, anything for that matter?” you question, giggling softly. 

“History… It’s history,” the boy blurts out bitterly. In spite of the attempt to control your reaction, you fail and end up smiling even wider than before.

“Are you sure of that, boy? Or perhaps you need a moment to think it through and…”, he butts in, not allowing you to tease him any further, “Yeah, I’m damn sure, Ma’am. So damn sure.” His chocolate brown eyes narrowed visibly, a vein popping on his slender neck, disappearing somewhere under the collar of the white shirt. 

“What a handsome brat,” you lick your lip while thinking to yourself. The contrast between that puppy-eyed boy from just a moment ago and the furious young man glaring at you right now is just too striking. 

“Very well, boy. Very well,” you hum quietly. “Let me show you the way then…” 

Jungkook stares absent-mindedly at your hips, which are smoothly rocking from side to side, as you languidly approach him. It seems to him now that the luscious smell is even more distinctive. It magnifies with each and every step that you take. Finally, you halt, stopping quite close to the handsome boy, and yet, he wishes you were even closer. He barely manages to suppress the sudden urge to pull you in and close the remaining distance between you two. 

You gaze at him, smiling maybe a bit too provokingly. 

“Ready for a little trip, boy?”

Once again, you can admire how his perfect face blushes all shades of red, knowing all too well that this time it’s not because of anger or irritation. Jungkook nods bashfully, feeling that he won’t be able to say anything out loud.


Sometime later, Jungkook is finally sitting in the classroom, waiting for the lecture to begin. The mysterious lady he has just met gave him precise directions and made sure that he arrived at the proper place, repeating things twice as if she sensed Jungkook’s inability to focus and listen to her attentively. 

It wasn’t his fault, though. Ok, maybe he isn’t the best one when it comes to approaching and interacting with females, but she was on an entirely different level. Jungkook’s never seen a more beautiful human being. It was… It was almost as if she wasn’t real… Totally out of this world. Yes, this is what it was. This is how he felt in her presence. There was something other-worldly about her, something that he can’t forget. If only he asked about her name or anything that would enable him to find her. Well, most probably she is a worker here, but without any info, it may be quite troublesome to look for her. Jungkook sighs, feeling a bit down. 

Suddenly, the noise in the lecture hall eases off slightly, and all of the students that gathered in the room hurriedly take their seats, preparing for the class. Jungkook raises his head and reluctantly gazes in the direction of the door, expecting to see yet another typical history teacher, a boring and old man with little to no sense of humour. At least, that’s the image stemming from his own school life experience. But, oh dear. The boy almost springs to his feet when a certain mysterious lady enters the room, filling the lecture hall with this delicious smell, so familiar to Jungkook.

You briskly move to the desk and lean against it, facing your today’s audience. Jungkook notices how intently your eyes scan the faces of the first-year students. 

“Is she looking for somebody?” 

Jungkook hears soft whispers coming from the girls behind him. His palms begin to sweat, nervousness creeping over his entire body and then, you are finally done with the search. Or perhaps, a hunt. Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours. As ridiculous as it may seem, Jungkook really feels like a pray, though. Once more, the sweet melody of your voice sends shivers down his spine. 

“Hello there, rookies. My name is Y/N and I’m very sorry to inform you that starting from today, I’ll have to bear with your annoying asses at least till the graduation ceremony,” a sly smirk forms on your lips as you keep on gazing at Jungkook, “I sincerely hope it’s going to be a fruitful time, despite all the adversities of the academic year and the incurable idiocy of some of you… Let’s hope for the best, though.” 

The students are visibly taken aback by the bizarre treatment they’ve just received from their new charismatic teacher. Still, it seems none of them took offence and the lecture begins to take its usual course, only though it has a different ring to it because all of the students appear to be utterly fascinated by this strangely irresistible lady. Till the very end of the lecture, Jungkook can’t shake off the feeling of uneasiness lurking somewhere at the back of his head. His intuition tells him that this memorable meeting will be the beginning of a completely new phase, the beginning of something that will change his life for good.


The restaurant

Originally posted by nochuie


Old habits never die, and through the course of your long life, you’ve acquired quite a few of them. One of which was that hot mug of black coffee sipped somewhere at the back of your best friend’s restaurant. You always choose this one particular table and always, without any exceptions, order the same type of coffee. No milk nor sugar, bitter black coffee brewed only by one particular waiter, because apparently, nobody else is able to do it the way he does. Just one of your many quirks. Are you to blame, though? The everlasting, solitary life of a vampire must have taken its toll on you in one way or another. If not for your human friend, you’d have probably gone mad a long, long time ago. 

Being a born vampire from a noble family, you’re as if to say under constant scrutiny. Your not so loving family members keep their watchful eyes on you, hoping for some fresh and disgraceful news that would grant them the possibility to butt in and spread some gossip and calumny about you. No, your noble and dignified vampire relatives are not so virtuous as they aspire to be, and certainly not even half as trustworthy as they claim they are. For that, and many other reasons, for as long as you remember you’ve been rather detached from that fake community of vampire snobs. It’s maybe not as much about your family only, rather the entire race in general. You can’t help to feel appalled by their actions. They are like parasites. Of course, you’re vampires and it’s only natural you have to drink blood to live, but it seems the majority of your fellow bloodsuckers have somehow become all too greedy. The excessive desire to drink and taunt the mortals is something that you do not approve of. Be it boredom, gluttony or just the fascination with weaker and defenceless humans, it has just all gone out of control. Your kin are nothing less than a clique of hideous, full of shit and insatiable brutes desperate for any type of entertainment that would ease their boredom and somehow tend to their worn-out by time souls. 

If that wasn’t enough because you’re a member of this aristocratic and honourable (as they fancy calling themselves) vampire clan, there are some duties that have been imposed on you, and sadly, you can’t wriggle out of them in spite of numerous attempts. Although by day you are a distinguished and well-respected professor of history at the University of Seoul, night-time brings forth less admirable activities. With a heavy heart, you had to agree to become an owner of a nightclub, in the centre of the city. It’s a place where people and vampires mingle, something like a melting pot for these two races. More importantly, this club is a principal spot for business transactions or meetings between the members of different clans and many other questionable people, needing to tend to their affairs on a relatively safe ground. In other words, the management of this place has been a huge pain in the ass since the day your relatives decided to entrust it to you. That’s why that hot mug of coffee is a very much needed treat, helping you to relax a little just before the usual night-time madness.

You swiftly open the door of the restaurant and are welcomed by one of the waiters, who immediately leads you to your usual table. Sitting down, you quickly scan through the restaurant looking for your friend, but it seems that either she is not here, or she is taking care of things in the kitchen because you can’t really see her anywhere. You get all comfortable at the table, opening one of the old books found somewhere in the depths of the university library. Feeling totally at ease, you start examining the front cover of your little treasure. You’re about to open it and start reading when something or somebody casts a shadow on the book. You sigh, a little pissed. 

“How many times have I told you not to stand in the light when I’m reading, hmm?” you ask, not raising your eyes from the book and mentally cursing the idiocy of your regular waiter. 

“Well, at least he can prepare some decent coffee,” you think to yourself when the person finally moves aside, no longer obstructing the rays of the dawning sun coming through the huge windows. 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but out of the things you’ve told me not to do, there’s been nothing about the light, so far.

A strangely familiar and beautiful voice forces you to look up. However, something is off because it’s certainly nothing like the voice of the guy that normally takes your orders. It’s Jungkook. It’s that impossibly cute boy from the university. Your student too. He starts counting on his fingers. 

“You’ve told me not to bother you after class, also not to ask stupid questions… And… Oh, yes! There was something about not staring at you, but I think I can’t really promise not to, so…”. 

“What are you doing here?” you interrupt him, not being able to conceal your confusion. 

“I’m working, Ma’am,” he says, smiling softly. 

Oh, wow. I wouldn’t have guessed. Thank you,” a little mockery helps you to regain your composure. 

“I’m in need of some cash. I’m a poor student, after all, you know,” he answers truthfully. 

“So, you decided that becoming a waiter is a good idea?” Your eyes scanning his body now. That apron wrapped around his hips certainly draws too much attention. 

“Dunno, but it seems the uniform fits quite well. What do you think?” 

Oh, god yes. It does fit well. You just wish the apron didn’t cover that much of his muscular thighs

“Ahh, you could even walk naked around here, If you want to know that badly what I think. What matters is my coffee and I have a feeling you will screw it all up.” 

He grimaces offended and takes a sharp breath of air, probably to voice his disagreement, but you cut in again. 

“And, no, I’m not finished yet. I’ve had the same waiter for over like 3 years, brewing exactly the same coffee for me almost every single day because none other was skilled enough to do it properly, and now… Tell me, boy, do you think you have what it takes to prepare that damned coffee? Do you?” 

There was a short silence following your intimidating rant, making you feel so damn proud of yourself. But then, the boy standing in front of you just smiled.

 “Ma’am, I’m not scared of you anymore,” he beams sweetly, “You’re not that terrifying, after all.” 

Your brows furrow angrily. “What does he mean anymore?” you ponder internally, hating to admit that somehow during these past few months his attitude towards you has changed dramatically. You don’t exactly know, though, what has caused such a sudden shift in behaviour. 

“No?” you ask, a bit too weakly. 

“No. Not at all,” Jungkook responds without any hesitation. 

“Oh, is that so? Call your boss. I have to talk to my friend,” you spit out hastily, much to Jungkook’s amusement. 

“So, my boss is your friend?” his eyes widen a little. 

“None of your business, just go and bring her here! I’m not going to waste any more time talking to you. I’m short of it, anyway…,” fingers nervously running through the long strands of your shiny hair. 

The boy doesn’t move an inch, though. He’s standing there, staring at you with this annoyingly cute smile. 

“Oh, goddammit. You’re so fucking disrespectful! I’m your teacher, you brat!” you almost slam your fist on the table, but fortunately, somehow you manage to keep it all at bay. 

“Exactly, that’s the point. Teachers should neither swear nor behave like that in the presence of their students, Ma’am. I hoped you would know better than that…,” he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, getting more and more cheeky

“Wh-who do you think you’re talking to you li-…,” you hiss out, standing up from your chair but you’re interrupted. That oh so accurate epithet you were planning to use will have to wait till the next occasion. 

Hello, darling!” your beautiful friends storms out of the kitchen, causing a little bit of disruption, and perhaps, uneasiness among now visibly tensed waiters. That rude brat seems unfazed, though.

“No, no ‘hello darling’,” you say, maliciously pointing your finger in her direction, “You better tell me, what the fuck is this nonsense all about?” 

She rolls her eyes, fixing the chef uniform that she’s currently wearing, “What nonsense are we talking about, exactly?” She is as professional and as calm as ever. If not for the fact that you’re best friends, you’d probably feel a little uneasy.

 “This nonsense,” you exclaim, now shifting your finger to point at Jungkook.

 “Oh… That cutie? Wha-What about him?” she asks, genuinely interested.

 “Cutie?!” you repeat the nickname in disbelief. 

“He’s not cute, he’s fucking rude and sassy. Like, why the hell did you even hire my own student? Where the fuck is my usual waiter, anyway…,” you take a breath of air in order to continue, “What is going on here, are you plotting with him?” 

She starts giggling a little, “Wait a minute… Are you telling me he’s your student? Oh my, it’s actually quite amusing”. 

“What’s so amusing about that? I demand explanations. Tell me, since when exactly did you start to hire kids with no experience and knowledge about being a waiter in this, let me state it out loud, high-end, fancy restaurant of yours?”

“There are certain reasons… It’s not always about experience. You’re an intelligent person, you should know it well,” she says casually. “By reasons you mean a pretty face and a…,” you stop suddenly feeling that your throat got so dry it’s difficult to finish the sentence. 

“Would you like some water, Ma’am?” Jungkook asks politely. A little smirk on his face laying bare the truth behind this fake act. 

“This is fucking unbelievable!” blood boiling in your veins as you shot your friend a deadly glare. 

“You mean it’s my fault? Oh, no, no no, my darling. I’ll tell you what happened to your beloved waiter. He fucking filed a resignation! He quitted the job, not being able to handle your picky ass. What was I supposed to do? This kid was the only one eager to take up the challenge. How about that? Huh?” 

“He did, he did what?” a sudden realisation got you off the hook but it was soon replaced with anger. 

“That ungrateful bastard! I even gave him decent tips!” you cry out loud stomping your feet. “Why is everyone at me today, what did I do to deserve that…,” you groan. 

“Oh, my… Don’t be such a drama queen. I got you a new, even cuter waiter. What seems to be the problem, darling?” She pulls you in for a hug. 

“Don’t you like him? Common, just look at him,” she encourages. 

“Common, look at me,” Jungkook echoes, bowing slightly to adjust to your height. Slender hands resting on his knees as he does so. 

“I don’t want to,” you mumble quietly. 

Jungkook turns to your friend, “She is a stubborn one, isn’t she?” He asks a bit perplexed, “And all that because of coffee?” 

She rubs your back reassuringly, “No, she’s-she’s just stressed out because of that night shifts at the club and all… Normally she isn’t all that grumpy, you know.” 

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he heard right.

“What club? What night shifts?” he asks, hitting the high note. “Ahh, she is the owner of a clu-,” you butt in immediately, wriggling out of her embrace and looking up at Jungkook and your friend. 

“Damn, girl!” you practically hiss at her. 

“Do you own a nightclub? Oh shit, Noona!” Jungkook is visibly shocked and so excited. Also, the way he has just addressed you makes you feel some weird things, down there, in your tummy. 

“Where, where is it? What’s the name?” he keeps on asking the same questions, bringing you back to your senses. 

“Oh, cut it, will you? You’re not getting any more info! Now, shut up and go make that coffee already,” you order and look away, being too afraid to face him right now… Your friend spilled the beans, but none of you knows yet that this seemingly innocent slip-up will turn out to have tremendous consequences for later.


The boy gets bitten

Originally posted by jjeonguk


“This entire place reeks of hypocrisy,” you growl. 

Heels clicking on the wooden floor as you hastily retreat from that dark pit of your nightclub. As soon as you push the large door and the cold strokes of night air tickle the skin of your heated cheeks, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. This night really was busy. Fortunately, it’s all over.
  

Suddenly, your muscles tense and you get uncomfortable for some reason. There is this familiar scent of fresh and absurdly sweet blood hanging in the air and making all the bloodsuckers go nuts. Instinctively, your legs guide you in the direction of that intoxicating smell, making your senses sky-rocket in response. It lures you to the lane at the back of the club and then you halt abruptly.
  
The world starts spinning around you.

“Jungkookie?” you question silently.

The boy is pinned to the wall, with some repulsive leech sinking his teeth into that delicate and pink flesh. His face contorting with pain and horror.
You get that sickening sensation at the very bottom of your stomach. Jungkook opens his eyes and you could swear that he almost smiles when he notices you standing there and witnessing this impudence.
  
You leap forward, grabbing the neck of the attacker and pulling him back. Jungkook’s blood starts streaming down his torso as the boy sinks to his knees like a lifeless puppet.

“You fucking pests never learn not to touch what’s not yours,” with such words of farewell you twist the vampire’s neck. The creature squeaks like a pig for one last time before turning to ash and forever disappearing from this world.

You kneel down, stretching your arms to embrace the poor boy. You cup his chin and lift it up a little, wanting to look into his eyes. You would expect him to be terrified and appalled by you and your kin. You would expect him to hate you.

“Noona?” a faint smile appears on his face.

“I fucking told you not to come here.”

“As if I ever listened,” he starts shaking in your arms, “Why am I so cold, Noona?”

“Cause you’re dying, idiot.”

Your lower lip starts twitching dangerously.

“That’s too bad…,” he grimaces.

“I really thought we were going to hit it of-”
  
“Stop wasting energy on stupid shit,” you reprimand him, “I-I can help you.”

“How?” he mewls.

Your pulse starts to run wild as you shift your eyes looking straight at the bite mark.

“I’ll have to bite you and turn you into a vampire,” you inhale sharply, “The guy sucked so much blood you really are in a miserable state.”

The disturbing silence forms a lump in your throat.

“So basically either you let me do that or you die here, in this reeking of alcohol back street.”

You hold your breath, preparing to hear his decision.

“Shiiit, do you even need to ask?”
  
He smirks as if he wasn’t about to pass away in your arms. You stare at this perfect smile. Exactly the one that used to annoy you so much, only now you’d do anything to make it last forever. His eyes flutter and the boy loses consciousness. Your grip on his arms tightens as you hurriedly sink your teeth into his neck.


The unquenchable thirst

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


The clock has just struck 8 o’clock. 

“Heck, morning classes,” you swear under your breath as you rush down the vast corridor of the University of Seoul. At last, your hand squeezes the door handle and you open the old and squeaky door in one sharp tug, somehow completely forgetting to conceal your inhuman powers. Happens all too often.

The previously annoyingly loud students hastily return to their seats in complete silence. You can only hear some faint and hurriedly murmured words as you put down your leather briefcase on the desk placed in the middle of the lecture hall. You turn to face the class and your body goes all stiff. With your arms crossed over your chest, so as to cover up the sudden nervousness that has just attacked your entire being, you greet the students and proceed with the lecture.

“Stop staring, stop staring, you insolent brat,” there is this disturbing presence in the room which has been the cause of the excessive heat in certain areas of your body. You don’t even have to look in his direction, Jeon Jungkook is here, as rude as always.

Ever since you turned him into a vampire he has been a frequent visitor at your house. Duh, be it only your house. He’s been coming for your blood, not wanting to feed off other people. “I don’t want their blood, I only crave yours,” the dubious reasoning behind Jungkook’s insatiable thirst is now resonating in your head. You’d never expect that this newly-turned bloodsucker will be the cause of such a turmoil in your rather uneventful life of a solitary vampire. Fair enough, he’s been pestering you to feed him, which is something you would be able to deal with somehow. Temper the boy, establish some rules, like do’s and don’ts of him getting his portion of the red liquid coming from your veins. Thing is that with time, as he’s been feeding off you more and more frequently, he’s also been gaining an unusual strength. Your rules, any control you had over the boy, and even your own self-control have begun to crumble at a devastating pace. His thirst, the desire to drink your blood, much to your dismay, has unexpectedly evolved into something much more troublesome for both of you. He is not only feeding off you, the very act of sinking his teeth into your skin seems to get him off so fucking much he simply cannot hide it and keep it in. 

Your cheeks have gotten so red now you’re appalled by how much all of this affects you. You lost. You simply gave in and one night you let him have sex with you. One big mistake which has laid the foundation for the current issues with Jungkook’s unquenchable thirst.

You are pacing around the lecture hall, feeling as his eyes follow your every movement. You let out a weary sigh, reaching for the exercise book and quickly scanning the pages. You want something to distract this annoying brat.

“Open the books, page 120. You have the remaining of the lesson to answer questions 6 and 7. Don’t slack off. I’ll grade it.” 

Upon saying that you let yourself gaze at Jungkook, smirking triumphantly at the over-confident bastard. A dissatisfied wave of groans echoes in the lecture hall, as if taking up the challenge, the boy smirks back. 

“Eat crap, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper to yourself, but apparently the message is delivered as it occurs to you that the boy`s eyes are intently watching your lips and their movement. He raises his eyebrow as he languidly opens the exercise book. Finally, he bends down over the notebook, smiling playfully. The room is silent again and you close your eyes for a brief moment to let that sink in, relaxing as much as you can. However, this little paradise doesn’t last long as the sudden grunting noises force your eyes open. It’s Jungkook. His arm is raised, seemingly innocent chocolate eyes staring at you again. Only you know the real side of this sickeningly sweet gaze. It’s a devil in disguise.

“Ekhem,” he grunts even louder.

“What now, Mr. Jeon?”

He is visibly pleased with your vexed tone of voice.

“Could you please help me with one thing here, Professor? I seem to run into trouble.”

“Why does that not surprise me, Mr Jeon? It appears to be your speciality.” You reluctantly stroll to his desk and look at his notebook over his shoulder. 

The proximity between you two makes your stomach clench up in knots. The page is empty, though, unnerved you shot him a reprimanding glare. He only smiles, picking up the pen. He begins writing. Slowly, surprisingly neatly written letters start appearing on the white page. Your gaze falls upon his perfect fingers and slender arms. It brings back the memories from the other night, the night during which these hands were freely and lustfully roaming down your naked body. You swallow hard.

“I’m itching to hear you whimper as I dig my fangs into you again and again.”

Your heart rate quickens and palms begin to sweat nervously. The boy has even the audacity to look up and provocatively runs his tongue over his sinful lips while obnoxiously staring at you. You’re also painfully aware of the little whispers behind your back, the rest of the class has gotten all too interested in you and this… 

“Fucking imbecile,” you hiss, wanting to break his neck like you did with the guy at the back of your club. Jungkook beams even wider. The regret of having so openly lost your cool in front of the other people, hell, during a fucking lecture to be more precise, is just unbearable. Suddenly, the door swings open, squeaking as loud as ever, and a middle-aged guy peeks inside.

“Mrs Y/N, you’ve been summoned by the principal. Pressing matters, if you please, just come with m-mee,” the guy stutters, being obviously afraid to interrupt you at work. You’re not exactly known as the most friendly lecturer here. Normally, you’d send him a deadly glare but now you couldn’t be more happy to see him.

“You heard him right, the lecture is over. Don’t forget to bring the assignment to our next meeting,” with these last words you exit the room, not even bothering to look at Jungkook.


Knock-knock-knock.

“Yes?”

You lazily stretch your sore legs underneath the desk, eyes finally leaving the stacked up pile of documents on your desk so as to glance at the door of your office. The principal gave you like a whole bunch of old manuscripts to examine but you didn’t complain at all. The rustling of old papers has been one of the very few sources of joy in your life. Up until recently, that is. The door clicks, only then you start having this funny feeling in your stomach again. The room is now gradually filling with the sweet and so well-known to you scent. Your brows furrow.

“Have you run into trouble again?” you ask sarcastically, fingers tapping restlessly on the surface of your mahogany desk. His face finally appears in sight.

“You have no idea, Professor Y/N. It’s never been this urgent.” 

He gently closes the door, and with a rather too cocky smile, he turns the key in the lock. Being ridiculously content with himself, he tosses the key in the air as he approaches your desk. It lands in his hand and then he quickly puts it into his trousers’ pocket.

Your mood suddenly drops.

“No blood sucking at the University.” If looks could kill, Jeon Jungkook would most surely be dead by now.

“I know,” the response was too nonchalant for your own liking.

“So what the fuck are you even doing here?!” Rising to your feet, you slam your fists on the desk. The room falls silent. The boy inhales sharply while ogling your body. His eyes glitter and they become narrower as he wordlessly takes advantage of your anger. His stare makes you sit down again, squeezing your thighs in agony. You can’t lose this time.

“I’m not going to wait till the evening,” he announces.

You snort with laughter trying to keep your appearances, but the malicious threat behind his words is giving you cold chills.

“And tell me boy, who says you have the right to decide about anything here?”

This time it was his turn to chuckle.

“Ai, Noona, Noona…,” the amused whisper sounds so sexy

The air around you suddenly feels too heavy and your chest goes up and down in an uneven manner. Hesitantly, you turn your eyes to look at Jungkook. He’s just walked past the desk. You don’t want to look at him anymore, you don’t want to be in the same room with him. You feel so weak and helpless your eyes shut tightly despite your will. The chair rocks slightly as he grabs its handles. You can feel he sinks to his knees pulling the chair even closer. Alarmed, you open your eyes, face reddening as the boy is so close that his breath tickles your cheek. At this point, you’re really struggling to remain a sitting position. If you moved just a little you’d land straight into the boy’s arms with your head tightly pressed to his chest. Involuntarily, you notice that his arm muscles got all tense, the grip on the handles might be a bit too hard. You’re trapped like a birdy in a cage.

“Fuck, just drink the blood and get out,” you snapped extending your hand for him.

He didn’t budge an inch, apparently not being interested in your deliciously exposed wrist. He just keeps staring at your face. You blush even harder, withdrawing your hand.

“What is your problem, brat?” You question fidgeting impatiently in your seat.  

He shakes his head, “I didn’t come for this.” He lets go of the handle and gently runs his fingers over your shaky hand. Your breath hitches at this sudden display of affection. It feels pleasant.

“You know, Baby Girl…,” he trails off allowing himself to gather his thoughts. He gently cups your small hand. It looks so fragile and delicate when he holds it like that.

“Last time,” he continues, “last time you gave me something much more…,” his chocolate eyes lock with yours and you’re basically not breathing at this point.

“You know I’ve realised that I crave you more than your blood.”

You can hear your own heartbeat and you’re sure he can hear it too. He swallows and his Adam’s apple moves against the creased collar of the university uniform shirt. As if it was your last attempt at regaining any control over this situation, you try to mock him again, forcing a half-assed smirk on your blushing face. 

“What is it, boy? Can’t keep it in after I played with you a little last time?”

He doesn’t seem to be bothered by your cheeky remark. His clouded with lust eyes are still stubbornly gazing at you, making you feel totally vulnerable and weak.

“If it’s just me, Noona…,” Jungkook begins but his beautiful voice cracks a little forcing him to clear his throat before finishing his sentence. 

“If it’s just me Y/N, then why do I sense the scent of your soaking-wet panties?”

An awkward squeak of disbelief or maybe even surprise mixed with desire lays bare how much of an effect this boy has on you. The feelings of embarrassment, of fear and unquenchable lust, all combined, make you jump to your feet forcefully pushing Jungkook away. You want to escape, aiming for the door of your office while struggling to make use of your wobbly legs. 

This pathetic pursuit to free yourself from the source of your problems soon turns out to be futile as Jungkook effortlessly grabs your hand and spins you around to push you down on your own mahogany desk with your ass wriggling against his crotch. He mewls and lets out some incoherent noises. Blood rushing to his cock as you do your best to slip away from his grasp continuously rubbing his manhood with your buttocks. The more you fumble in his arms the more violent he gets to make you stay still. 

“Fuck, Noona, would you please stop squirming like thi-” he squeals like a girl when your ass bounces off his dick during this heated tussle. 

You can tell it must have felt really good. Jungkook looses his grip for a moment burying his head into the crook of your neck breathing laboriously. His lady-like squeaks make your pussy go crazy with need as it throbs each and every time the boy makes these delicious and lewd sounds. His limp state doesn’t last long, being totally lost in his own urge to get more of that friction against his fully-erected member, Jungkook abruptly shoves his hand under your skirt. He lifts it up almost tearing the fabric which makes you fuming mad.

“You little shit, haven’t you heard of a thing called a “zipper?!”

You don’t know how but, taking to your advantage the fact that the boy was temporarily defenceless having almost come into his pants, you manage to turn around to face him. His totally fucked-out expression cause you to mindlessly open your mouth completely forgetting what you were about to say. The memories of him crying out your name while you were sucking him off the last time don’t help one bit.

“Noona, let me fuck you, please!”

His desperate plea sends waves of heat down your belly and if you could you’d sink down on his cock this very moment without any regrets. You start chuckling when you feel his trembling hands hastily trying to fight with the zipper of your high-waisted pencil skirt. 

“Oh, what an obedient boy,” the whisper makes Jungkook flinch as the cold shiver runs down his spine. He groans in response, like a small puppy which wiggles its tail after being praised by its owner.

“I’m done, Y/N,” he squeaks enthusiastically, once again addressing you without any proper honorific. 

He yanks the skirt off together with your drenched underwear. He basically stares at your pussy and wet from your juices thighs while trying to undo the buttons of your shirt. He is so impatient he’d most probably tear it off you, but he doesn’t want to risk angering you again. While fighting with the buttons he starts humping your leg, not being able to wait any longer. 

You look at him, totally mesmerised by the show he is giving you right now. His uniform looks painfully tight in the crotch area, the pre-cum leaking out of his needy dick has already left some stains on the trousers. He keeps on humping, pushing himself down on your leg which is accompanied by the moans and whispers of obscene words muttered under his breath.

If it wasn’t for your own throbbing clit, you’d gladly continue enjoying the view even longer. Seeing him behave like a bitch in heat is, without a shade of doubt, the most arousing thing you’ve ever experienced in your long life. 

Feeling equally thirsty for his dick as he is for your body, you reach out for his trousers and unbuckle the belt. Skilfully, your fingers get rid of the school uniform and his boxers, finally freeing the boy’s erection. He instantly presses himself again, right against your thigh, milking you with his pre-cum. He hums in approval, being just as vocal as he was the last time when you took care of his needy dick. Despite his desperate attempts, he has only managed to undo one of the buttons. He rests his forehead against yours. Begging eyes and soft moans, trembling fingers still fighting with the shirt, the boy really is a mess and you have no intention of making you both suffer, even a second longer.

“Baby girl, please I…,”

“Shhh…” you coo, “Let me take care of this.”

Quickly, you undo the buttons, both of your and his shirt. He doesn’t even wait for you to finish and strips naked the moment he feels it’s loose enough to take it off.

“I need you so much, Baby Girl,” he whimpers while putting his hands on your ass and lifting you up to seat you on the desk.

“Fuck no, Kookie, not here, not the desk,” you start panicking, thinking about the squeaky sounds it could make while he pounds into you. 

“You’re gonna break it,” the warning sounds rather plausible, considering how strong he has become thanks to feeding off your blood. 

You can see that it takes every ounce of his willpower to listen to you, yet another time. He was just about to pound right into your tight core but he takes a deep breath and makes you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. 

With inhuman speed, he carries you to the old couch. He lays you down carefully, immediately spreading your legs and positioning himself right in front of your pussy. He pumps his dick two or three times and you can’t help but swoon over his fully erected member. He moans way too loudly for the present setting but you’re much more worried about the length of his cock to care about being found out by some eavesdroppers. 

“How did you even fit in therr- aah, Kookie!” this time it was your turn to scream. Jungkook buried himself, filling you up to the very brim. 

“Why so tight, Noona?” he whines, collapsing on top of you. 

He props himself on his elbow, shutting his eyes. He is out of breath and his chest moves up and down unsteadily. 

“Please, don’t clench like this or I’m gonn- mhmmm,” you interrupt his begging cry with a lustful kiss on his red and plump lips while caressing his back with your hands. It’s all new to him and you know you’re his first woman ever. His tense body seems to loosen up a bit under the soft strokes of your loving hands as well as thanks to your hungry kisses. You let out a small groan of disapproval when Jungkook breaks the kiss to catch some air. His cheeks are red and he is panting heavily. 

“I’m going to move now,” he informs as if to prepare himself rather than you.

“Come and fuck your Noona, just as you promised, Baby boy,” you dig your nails into his ass cheeks and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

He rocks his hips, pushing himself in and out. First thrusts are a bit shallow, but soon enough he gains speed, making your head go dizzy. Finally, he rubs over the sweet spot, there in your pussy. Your head falls back as if on cue, the boy brings his shaky fingers to your delicate clit and begins to experimentally rub it with his thumb while pounding inside you. 

His dick slides in and out of your pussy making sloppy sounds. He growls, at the wet and lovely sounds both of you make. The fascination in his eyes urges you to start touching your breasts. You want him to lose all control and go absolutely wild with you. 

Your fingers start rubbing the perky nipples. Jungkook immediately shifts his gaze to your bouncing boobs and he clenches his jaw trying to suppress the needy moan that threatens to escape his lips. 

Unexpectedly, he leans in and kitten-licks your exposed neck. 

Small goose-bumps form all over your flesh and there is a huge lump in your throat as he gently brushes his fangs over the skin of your earlobe. 

His thumb continues rubbing your clit in small circles while he keeps on attacking your entrance with his throbbing dick. You can’t control your moans anymore and it seems both of you are nearing the climax. 

You’re almost there, you can feel your body breaking apart, but there is still something that you unconsciously yearn for. 

Forcefully, you grab Jungkook’s head and push it to your neck, moaning his name in heat. 

He stiffens for a moment, dumbstruck by your behaviour, but soon enough he regains his composure and licks your neck with his hot tongue, preparing his little sweet treat to get bitten. Your body trembles in anticipation when he slowly opens his mouth and sinks the fangs into your neck. Blood rushes through your veins as he sucks it, swallowing with gulping sounds. 

His thrusts have become erratic, but the moment he bites you, your walls start clenching uncontrollably, pushing you over the edge. Your pussy is creaming out for Jungkook who also starts cumming not being able to withhold any longer.

You feel so stuffed with his huge dick and you know your pussy is dripping wet. His balls continue making clasping sounds while he rides out his orgasm in your pussy. 

Jungkook accidentally grazes your neck with his fangs while the feeling of ecstasy takes control over his mind and body, causing several small cuts. Blood starts dripping down your neck and back, ruining the couch. Your body is so fired-up you don’t even feel the pain when he accidentally hurts you, quite to the contrary, his fangs bring you to your final release. 

When both of you are finished, Jungkook puts his head on your boobs, breathing heavily. Drops of sweat drip down his forehead as he lays on you and tries to calm himself down. His heart beats so fast, you reach for his damped bangs and take them away from his forehead. You’ve never felt so good with a man. Truth is, you’ve never ever craved anybody like Jungkook. The sudden realisation causes your heart to skip a bit. The boy immediately lifts his head and gazes at you curiously. His brows furrow at your scared expression.

“Noona, does it hurt?” he glances at your neck, voice filled with worry and the feeling of guilt creeps over his entire being.

At first, you don’t respond, not really knowing what he means while still being caught up in your own thoughts.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” the boy gets almost teary-eyed, running his finger over the skin on your neck and the freshly made cuts.

Your belly clenches and it’s suddenly too difficult to say anything seeing him so sick-worried over such a nuisance.

“It didn’t hurt, you idiot,” you mutter, too afraid to say anything else. You don’t want to start crying right in front of him.

“Noona?” the boy asks, not letting you get away without any explanation.

“Oh, shut up, will you?” You kiss him deeply, trying to hide how emotional you got because of him. The kiss is long and passionate. He kisses you as if he was afraid he might lose you at any moment. Suddenly, you decide to bite his lower lip.

“Oi! It hurt!” the boy exclaims.

“You’re still gonna pay for the ruined couch and my skirt, you brat.”

He cheers up, hearing you scold him again. The room is filled with the beautiful sound of his boyish laughter.

Make me, Noona. Make me.”

He cups your face, putting your foreheads together while smiling sheepishly at you.

The Money

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae

Rating: 18+ (Explicit Sex, Cartel!AU)

Word Count: 8,126

Summary:  It’s 1970′s Florida and the Baekhyun’s cartel has just been broken up by the feds. Still at large is the ninth member of the cartel, known only to federal agents as the Money. Jongdae is the Money and he has one job: keep it safe. Keep it safe, and try to get them the hell out. Part of The Cartel, a multi-author collaboration. 

Contributors: the always wonderful - @baebae-goodnight​ LOOK AT THIS MOODBOARD. Thank you to @eradikeats-writes for using her Yixing, and @the-porcelain-doll-xo for using her Chanyeol. 

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not a monster to me.

Originally posted by kingdomofeclipse

klaus mikaelson x reader

prompt: you see klaus kill for the first time and surprisingly it doesn’t scare you as much as it should…

warnings: SMUT, DIRTY TALK, SWEARING, BLOOD.

i’m tired as shiiiit so, my editing wasn’t very thorough. 

the cold air nipped against the bare skin on your legs as you trekked through the woods. dressed in only klaus’ large tshirt, you let out a shuddering breath - klaus had spent the day with you then got an ‘important’ phone call and left. he’d been doing that a lot recently but never letting it slip what he’d been doing or where he was going. at first you assumed he’d been sneaking off to see another woman but soon shook that thought away, he’d never do that to you, would he?

your question was answered as you walked closer to a large clearing in the woods, klaus had his back to you and four large men were stood in front of him. you quickly hid yourself behind a tree and watched the scene unfold.

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What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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Imagine...Proving To Chuck That You Can Get The Archangels To Behave

Characters: Y/n, Chuck, Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel

Pairing: Chuck x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Fluff, sorta angry reader but nothing serious, bratty ass Archangels, fluff, more fluff and then kinda hinted at smut at the end…

Word count: 875

Summary: Of course, Chuck thinks you won’t be able to discipline his powerful, archangel sons. But you’re determined to prove him wrong. 

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon- Oh my God, I love all your one shots, they’re amazing! Could you please write male reader smut or fluff with Jensen, Benny or Chuck? That would be great!. Ok, so I made it gender neutral, and I went with Chuck and fluff. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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“CHUCK! I SWEAR, IF YOU DON’T GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, I’LL MURDER YOUR GODLY ASS MYSELF!”

You threw the pan down, a hole burnt through it as you glanced around your house.

Everything was a mess.

The couch was ripped up, the walls were scorched and there were holes in the floor.

Actual, huge holes, that seemed to be never-ending.

Then there were those four morons, all sat on the floor, looking down like a bunch of five year olds.

“You gonna tell me what the hell happened?”

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Fic Recommendations

This is a list of all the fics that I recommend. I will be continually adding to this list as I discover new ones that I enjoy reading. I hope you all find some entertainment in reading the fics I have suggested. 

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What They like to call you - Avengers

NOTE: You can call this a starter for my non-ending fic list that I’ll be uploading today.

ps: I know this sounds like a huge lie since I’m the one saying it but I promise I promise I promise I’ll be posting around 3 fics today to kinda make up for the mini hiatus I went on. I was sick forgive me but I’m feeling much better now.  I'm rambling at this point…. btw Gifs arent mine.

                                     These Are Alphabetically Aligned.

Bruce Banner:

Mon amour, my love in French. he loved you so much even words couldn’t express how much he did. he never thought he’d find someone that would be willing to put up with him or his burden that he was cursed with. it felt like a miracle to him.

Bucky Barnes:

bear that was his nickname for you, he loved hugging you he basically felt safe and accepted by you like you could never do him wrong, he found you so cuddly, some times he’d call you baby bear when you were acting cute around him it would make him smile.

Clint Barton:

I think he’ll call you dove just my dove every time because of your white innocent soul you remind him of a white dove. but seriously he is bird man what do you expect.

Doctor Strange:

Dimpleface he thought it was the cutest feature in you, he loved how they complimented your smile. you were always so humble and playful around him you just never stopped smiling.

Loki Laufeyson:

he’d call you darling as the world rolled gracefully off his tongue every time he sees or in need of you. you were so dear to him you were the only one that seemed to care about him after all he has done.

Natasha Romanoff:

She would call you kitten. she wasn’t all cuddly and stuff, but seeing you always reminded her of a cute, adorable kitten that she would always love to snuggle with.

Nick Fury:

he wasn’t very sentimental, but let say he’d call you a few names here and there, but his most favorite to call you would be Sunshine since you’re always so happy you’d brighten up his mood.

Odin (bet you didn’t expect that):

Go away, you dead oaf it’s the wrong place mate!

Peter Maximoff:

Peter always thought you were so cute, so he just stuck to calling you cuteness with his sweet sweet accent.

Peter Parker:

Peter would call you Bubbles because you were always bright and in happy mood around him cheering up his whole day you were so bubbly in his eyes and he adored it.

Sam Wilson:

Boo, he always called you boo you were always sexy in his eyes so he just never stopped using it and just stuck to it.

Scott Lang:

Muffins he loved calling you muffins. you reminded him of a blueberry muffin for some reason so he just kept using it.

Steve Rogers:

Doll you were perfect as a porcelain doll in his eyes, you never made mistakes or had flaws in his eyes you are the literal meaning of a complete human being.

Thor Odinson:

Thor always calls you Queen you were a Queen in his eyes, everything you did every move you took, you were still going to be his Queen.

Tony Stark:

Stark would call you every name he could think of Going on from Babygirl, Doll face, Sweetheart, gorgeous even going crazier with names as Hot Mami, the names never stopped with him and they don’t seem to be going to an end any time soon.

T’challa:

Angel, That’s what he’d call you. you were so pure always making him as if you were his angel that he got sent to him from the sky, he loved you so much he would never risk losing you.

Vision:

Sweetheart, it was classic a name you could never go wrong with he adored you for accepting him. he found you a really sweet and you had such a big pure heart that he loved.

Wanda Maximoff:

Giggles you always giggled, making her giggle too, even though you hate the way you always giggle like a school girl around her but she loved it.

The Heavens [Masterlist]

Authors:  @bread-jinie @rudeboywonho @the-porcelain-doll-xo

Creative Content Contributor: @everybodykpops with her PHENOMENAL mood boards for each chapter. (these will be added to the masterlist as each one shot is posted).

Summary: Nine celestial deities control the delicate balance in our galaxy. They move about freely, doing as they see fit to preserve its continuity. Immortal and unchanged by the human construct of time, they have been about since the Big Bang itself; forged from its energy, they rose. Each presides over his own realm, each very different in his own regard. With a united front they’ve kept their civilizations safe and at peace. That is, until that horrifying day. The repercussions threaten to pull the very thread that keeps this fragile system intact.

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Salvatore Sister

Imagine~ The first time Kai sees you and he’s already completely infatuated with you. 

Word Count: 1358 

“Someones here.” Damon groaned, interrupting the conversation between your brothers. You were the youngest of the Salvatores; you were Damon and Stefan’s little sister so when they turned they turned you as well; just so they wouldn’t leave you. 

You listened out hearing footsteps approaching the front door, and on cue three large knocks echoed through the boarding house. 

Damon stood up from his seat, approaching the door whilst you resumed your conversation with Stefan. 

“Why are you here?” you heard Damon say coldly making you and Stefan both spin around to see who the visitor was. 

A young man, around 22 was standing in the doorway. He had messy dark brown hair, scruff travelling down to his neck and a fairly built physique. 

“I was bored.” he said plainly as he strolled into the home, not noticing you or your brother. 

“Well you need to leave, like now.” Damon said in an attempt to distract Kai from seeing you. 

Both of your brothers were very protective of you and never roped you into any of the drama, so when their current enemy was standing in the house you lived in they became nervous. Most people didn’t even know you existed; only people who’d met you did, never anyone who could hurt you. 

“Why? Are you hiding something from me because we both know that isn’t a good idea.” the boy chuckled as he barged past Damon. 

You and Stefan were still sitting on the couch, watching the two men bicker. 

As soon as Kai barged past Damon his eyes landed on you, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. You gave him a small smile, unsure what to do. 

“No need to stare, I know I’m perfect.” Stefan said jokingly, making you erupt in giggles. Kai’s eyes brightened when he heard your giggle, but he was still stuck in his position; his jaw still hung open. 

“U-um Hi I-I’m Kai.” he stuttered as he began to regain his composure. 

“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.” you smiled, still giggling slightly from Stefan’s comment. 

“Oh god. Please don’t tell me you like her.” Damon groaned as he slowly closed the door behind him. 

“Yeah, better not because she’s already got a boyfriend.” Stefan said looking over to you making you give him a look because you both knew you were single. “Me.” he said. 

It took everything with you to hold in your laughter as Stefan wrapped his arm around you, but you still had a large grin on your face; making it look you and Stefan were happy together. 

Damon snorted in the back, desperately trying to hold in his laughter whilst Stefan put a large smile on his face. 

The look on Kai’s face fell and his eyes filled with disappointment. “Oh, I thought you and Caroline were a thing.” Kai said sadly. 

You pretended to be surprised, as if Stefan had been cheating. “Um, who the hell is Caroline?” you said annoyed, imitating a jealous girlfriend. 

“She’s nobody. I promise.” he said as he grabbed you. Damon was using all of his will power to not burst out laughing at the two of you. 

But your will power wasn’t enough to stop your laughter,  when you saw the fake desperate look on Stefan’s face you couldn’t stop yourself from erupting in laughter. 

Kai’s face was washed with confusion, as he turned to Damon for answers because you and Stefan weren’t going to be giving any as you both in tears of laughter. 

But Damon was laughing just as hard as you were, leaving Kai standing in the middle of the room; completely out of the loop. 

After a while you began to regain composure and said “I’m Y/N, Y/N Salvatore.” You wiped the tears from under your eyes as the confusion in Kai’s face was replaced with relief. 

“I didn’t know they had a sister.” Kai said as he glanced between the three of you. 

“Not many people do, they’re very protective and even though I’m just as old as they are; they still act like I’m a porcelain doll.” you sighed, looking at your two brothers. 

Kai couldn’t keep his eyes off you, taking in every detail of your face. Making sure he didn’t miss a single feature. 

“So.. you’re single?” he asked, a small grin beginning to form. You could hear Stefan and Damon groaning in the background at the fact that their enemy right now was completely infatuated with their little sister. 

“Yes, I am in fact single.” you giggled, a light blush forming on your face. You could hear his heart thumping in his chest from your presence and his face was redder than yours was. 

“Thank god, because you’re like really pretty.” he mumbled earning a glare from Damon. 

“You’re not bad either.” you replied playfully making his heart skip a beat. 

“No, I don’t give permission or blessing or whatever it is.” Damon sighed, standing next to the two of you. “No, please. Don’t tell me you like him." 

It was at this point you realized that Damon could hear your heartbeat and how it was constantly skipping a beat as the boy in front of you threw compliments your way. 

You looked at Damon sternly before he pulled you aside taking you into the kitchen. "What was that for?” you asked rubbing the wrist Damon had grabbed. 

“I could feel your heart beating when he told you you were pretty. You’re not aloud to like him, he’s the enemy.” he whisper shouted, not wanting to draw unwanted attention. 

“Damon, please. I mean he’s really attractive and he’s sweet to me.” you said with pleading eyes; you wouldn’t usually do this with a boy but something seemed rebellious about the enemy liking you. And in all honestly you really liked it. 

“No, he’s not sweet. He’s the devil.” Damon said, clearly irritated. 

“Damon please, just give him a chance. And if he uses me at all I give you complete permission to tear him apart limb from limb.” you said, looking into his eyes in hopes he’ll break. 

“Fine. But if he hurts you or even lays a hand on you, I will end him. I don’t care what you say. Understood?” he said sternly. 

“Understood.” you said, your face beaming. 

You and Damon entered the living room to see Stefan and Kai standing in an awkward silence. “Took you long enough.” Stefan sighed looking at the lanky boy standing in front of him. 

“Okay, listen to me Parker. You get one chance with my little sister and if you hurt her in any way, shape or form; I will tear you apart. Understood?” Damon said, his speech for Kai almost identical to the one he gave you. 

“Understood.” Kai said beaming as he looked back over at you. “So how does lunch sound?" 

"Sounds great, let me grab my purse.” you smiled, as you turned around smiling at your brothers; both of their faces plastered with a disgusted look. 

“Don’t bother, I’ll pay.” Kai said politely, clearly trying to make a good impression to you. 

“You sure?” you said, halting in your tracks. 

“Anything for you.” he smiled, clearly head over heels for you. 

Kai had felt like he’d known you for ages even though you’d only met about 10 minutes ago. He’d never been one to believe in love at first sight but when he saw you he was completely love struck. In all honesty he still was. 

Damon gagged, looking over at Stefan who was mimicking the amount of disgust which was on his brothers face. 

“Okay then.” you said, a smile plastered on your face. “I’ll see you guys in a bit.” you said to your brothers as Kai approached you. 

“Remember, if you touch her I’ll rip you apart.” Damon shouted as you both began to leave. 

“Not too sure if I can stop myself from touching her.” Kai said lowly to the boys, a smirk plastered on his face leaving the two of them in absolute disgust.

Imagine...Demon Dean Being Obsessed With You

Characters: Y/n, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)

Warnings: Angst, dark ass fic, kidnapping, reader held hostage, Demon Dean being a stalker and gross, sadness, just…it’s weird and dark…

Word count: 971

Summary: You’re the only thing on his mind and he’s determined to make you love him, whether you like it or not.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon - Could you write a Demon!Dean fic based on Make You Love Me by Gavin Creel where he becomes kinda obsessed with the reader? Ok, so took me forever to find the song, and this is where I went with it. Dark as hell, but this is where my mind decided to go. . Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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He’d say he loved you.

In his sick and twisted mind, the way he felt was love.

Ever since he’d left Sam in that bunker, left his little brother and embraced life as a demon, Dean had no interest in anything.

He’d fuck women. 

Leave them sad and alone in bed. 

Find another, and repeat the cycle.

He had no care for anything or anyone.

But then there was you.

You hooked him immediately.

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A Life You Deserve (John Wick x Reader)

Originally posted by giantmonster

Who ever thought that The Boogeyman could fall in love. 

SPOILER FREE FIC consisting of 100% sappy fluff. 

A very loose Part II to this (x) – though it can easily be read on its own. 


John lay on his side next to you. His eyes were closed. His body was relaxed. His breathing was steady. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was just a man lulled into a slumber because it was a basic, human need. Instead, you marveled at the fact that the Boogeyman slept.

Instances like these were so rare. In the year you’d been with him, you’d only been able to spend  a handful of nights together, and you’d learned to treasure every moment. Perhaps that was why you could never sleep when he was by your side. He always looked so vulnerable, and even in the safety of The Continental, you still felt the need to watch over him. You’d grown to love John more than you could comprehend, and with that love came the constant need to keep him safe. Naturally, he’d assure you that he was perfectly fine—usually as the Continental’s doctor administered him sutures after a job—then change the subject. But you were stubborn, so if he wasn’t going to let you protect him while he was awake, then you’d do it when he was unconscious and had no say in the matter.

In the mornings, he went right back to real life. There was no groggy twilight to ease him in. It was always an alarm jolting his eyes open, and by the second time it buzzed, he’d be sitting up mumbling some variation of “I’m awake, I’m awake” irately at the offending clock. Then he’d turn his attention to you, most likely still asleep, and lay back down to pull you against his body. His arms would snake around you. His lips would graze your neck. It was time to switch roles. He was the protector once again, and you were his porcelain doll. Fragile. Captivating. He told you this on a regular basis. And you believed it to be true. John wasn’t one to say things he didn’t mean. He didn’t like to waste words.

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Vampire Friends & Apology Gifts

Alec Lightwood imagine

Summary: Since you’ve gotten hurt on your last mission, Alec’s behavior changed towards you. Preventing you from being a Shadowhunter and doing what you love, you slowly start to feel lost.

A/N: I know this has been long overdue, but this week has been crazy. There was the Stydia kiss we had been waiting for for years, I went to a Bastille concert, got Ed Sheeran tickets, and finally, after 3 years of trying, I managed to get tickets for Tomorrowland. So clearly, I needed time to process all of this, and I can only hope your week has been as amazing as mine was.

Prompts: “I fall for the worst ones.” – “Stop blaming me for all the stupid things you do.” – “I am here to grace you with my presence.”

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“What do you mean, I can’t come along on the mission?” You crossed you arms and frowned.

“Well, I can’t really make it any clearer, can I? You’re not going on the mission.” He emphasized.

“That’s not fair!” You scowled at him. “What did I do?”

He sighted, knowing you weren’t going to let this go. “You got hurt last time, remember?”

“Oh come on, that was weeks ago.” You were fuming with anger at how unreasonable he was being. “I was barely bleeding!”

“Broken bones don’t bleed, Y/N.” Alec reasoned with you. “You are not coming with us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him before giving up. “Fine!” you grunted, storming towards your room.

You watched the flickering light above the door and let out a breath before knocking on the door, only to be greeted with the pair of brown eyes you were hoping to see.

“Y/N,” Simon smiled at you, “what are you doing here?”

“I am here to grace you with my presence.” You smirked.

“You were banned from going on the mission, didn’t you?” He smirked as well, making yours drop.

“Yeah.” You grumbled.

He held the door open for you.

“Come on in.”

You had been staying with the vampires for a couple of hours, spending some time with Simon, who had become a friend of yours over the couple of months. Needing to rant about how unreasonable Alec was being lately, you had almost been talking the whole time.

“And last week, he wouldn’t even let me go on a recon mission. I feel like he just wants me to sit in my room, doing absolutely nothing and I hate it.” You were sitting on the opposite side of Simon,

“Finally! Your friend stopped talking!” Raphael cheered from the other side of the room, laying on the couch. “What are you even doing here?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I could ask you the same question.” you said, wanting some time alone with your friend, which he wasn’t.

“I live here.” he retorted.

“Touché.” You looked back at Simon, suddenly feeling hungry. “Hey, you’ve got something to eat?”

He pursed his lips. “Sorry, all we’ve got is a 19-year-old virgin, and a 27-year-old musician.”

“Sorry I asked.” You scrunched your nose, not wanting to know more.

Suddenly, you heard a loud knock on the door. “I guess I’ll get it then.” Simon mumbled when Raphael didn’t move.

“Where is Y/N?” You heard an all too familiar voice yell, making you sigh and roll your eyes. You were so not in the mood for a lecture from him.

“Well, if it isn’t the 19-year-old virgin.” Raphael muttered from his corner, making you smile just a little bit.

“Hey Y/N,” Simon grimaced, “look who’s here.”

“Y/N. I’ve been looking everywhere for you, and this is where you’re at?” Alec was staring at you with fire in his eyes.

“Welcome at the shelter for runaway Shadowhunters.” Raphael exclaimed, still not having moved from his position.

You rolled your eyes at Raphael’s statement. “Well, not for long anymore, because we were just heading out.” You forced a smile at Alec, taking Simon by his arm.

“We were?” Simon asked, looking at you. You just glared back. “I mean, yeah, we are.” He tried to fix his mistake by smiling, making Alec narrow his eyes at him.

“Uhm, on second thought, I might stay here instead. Wouldn’t want Raphael to feel left out.” Simon grimaced.

“He can come with us? Could be fun.” You tried, desperately not to go home yet.

“You know what else sounds fun?” Raphael answered. “Walking around in the sun to work on my tan… I think I would really rock the ‘slightly crisp’ look.” He said sarcastically.

“Ugh, see you later Simon.” You grumbled, disappointed you didn’t have an excuse not to go home.

“Later.” Simon smiled at you before you made your way to the door, Alec following right behind you.

You felt a cool breeze hit you in the face when you opened the door, along with some small drops of rain, making you even moodier than you already were.

After minutes of just following you, Alec had enough of the silence between the two of you.

“So you’re friends with the vamps now?” He asked like it was a bad thing, which in his eyes probably was.

“I’m sorry I don’t see them like walking bulls eyes you can practice your archery on.” You spat back, feeling offended for Simon, and actually even Raphael, who wasn’t really that bad.

“It’s not safe with them Y/N.” He tried to reason with you.

“Are you seriously starting with that bullshit again?” You stopped walking to look him in the eyes.

“Do I have to remind you of what happened last time I walked into that place?” He raised one of his perfect eyebrows.

You sighed, perfectly remembering what had happened last time. “Yeah, who would’ve thought they didn’t like the way you threatened them, pointing an arrow at their faces and all.” You said sarcastically.

“I did it to protect you!” As if wanting to make his statement more dramatic, heavy rain started pouring out of the sky, replacing the small drizzle that had already been falling down on you.

“Stop blaming me for all the stupid things you do!” You huffed out, seriously getting tired of his behavior. “I don’t need you to protect me, I’m a Shadowhunter, I’ll manage on my own.”

“What’s so wrong with me wanting to protect you?” He furrowed his brows, clearly not pleased at the way this argument was going.

“You don’t protect me, Alec. You treat me like a porcelain doll that can break at any given moment. I’m a Shadowhunter, and you’re preventing me from being one, and you know what that makes me?” You let out a sigh and wiped some rain drops from your forehead. “If I can’t be a Shadowhunter, I’m nothing.” You had trouble not to break down at that moment, so you decided it would be easier to make your way towards the institute on your own, leaving Alec too baffled at your statement to follow behind you.

“You’re not nothing to me.” He murmured while you were almost completely out of his sight, and out of hearing distance. He let out a sigh. “You’re everything.”

Turning off the warm water, your hand reached out of the glass door, searching for the towel you had left there somewhere. You walked out of the shower and started drying your hair with the towel when you heard someone knocking on your door.

“Just a minute!” You yelled from your bathroom, hoping that whoever was at your door had heard it, and had the patience to actually wait until you had at least dried yourself off and put some clothes on.

Not really looking what clothes you took out of your closet, you quickly went to open the door, revealing the one person you hadn’t expected to see.

“Oh, it’s you.” You spoke without much enthusiasm.

Alec’s eyes dropped, and quickly looked back up at you, only to divert his gaze yet again, anywhere besides you. “You, uhm, didn’t button your shirt.” He said, blushing.

You furrowed your brows and looked down at yourself, only to see you were revealing some skin of your upper half.

“What’s the problem? I’ve trained with you wearing less.” You inspected his movements, trying to figure out why he had a problem with it.

“Uhm, no problem.” He smiled, fixated on looking no where else but your face. “I, uhm, I came here to apologize.”

You raised your eyebrows, caught off guard by his words.

“I brought you a gift.” His hands suddenly appeared right in front of your view, revealing the small faux plant. You couldn’t help but smile when you recognized the familiar shiny silver flower pot.

“That’s so cute.” You gushed when you took it from him. “I actually bought the exact same one for your sister, but she accidently dropped it, and now it’s chipped on one side, but you can barely —,“ you felt a small piece of the pot missing under your fingertips, just as you wanted to place it on your desk, and turned it around so you could actually see the missing piece, “see it.” You silently finished your sentence.

You quickly turned around to look him in the eyes. “Alexander Lightwood, did you steal your sister’s plant, just so you could give it to me?”

He looked like he was caught stealing cookies out of a cookie jar. Or, well, stealing faux house plants out of his sister’s room.

“Well, I didn’t really know what to get you, and it’s not like there’s much choice in stores at this hour at night, but it’s the thought that counts, right?” he tried.

You raised an eyebrow. “I still haven’t heard an apology.”

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, before blurting out his apology.

“I shouldn’t have banned you from going on that mission, and I shouldn’t have come to hotel Dumort to come and get you. I know what being a Shadowhunter means to you.” He confessed, making your mouth fall open, because in all of the years you had known Alec, you’ve almost never heard him apologize.

“And lastly, I should’ve told you I liked you from the moment I knew I did.” He gave you a small smile, not knowing how you would react to his confession. “I only did those things because I was really scared last time we went on a mission, and I didn’t want to see that pain on your face ever again.”

You were shocked at his confession, but not too shocked to not say anything. You crossed your arms and walked a bit closer towards him. “So, let me get this straight: you did stupid things, which almost cost us our friendship, just because you like me?”

He just nodded.

You pursed your lips. “And you never thought it would be easier to just say you liked me?” You let out a sigh yourself and closed your eyes before mumbling something.

“I fall for the worst ones.”

His eyes grew wide when he heard you murmur those words. “Wait, so you like me too?” he sounded hopeful.

“Yeah, I do.” You smiled. “Well, don’t get me wrong, I don’t like the Alec that banned me from going on missions and all that, but I do like the Alec that’s standing right in front of me, apologizing, and even bringing a gift, even if it’s something he stole from his sister.” You narrowed your eyes, thinking about what you’ve just said. “Well, maybe don’t steal anything again, okay?”

He couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.”

“You know which Alec I also like? The one I’m going on a date with, later this night, just to watch some Netflix or something.” You smirked.

“I like that one too.” He smiled widely, not believing his luck with you.

“Okay, but now I really need to kick you out of my room.”

His smile fell. “What? Why?” he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion while you pushed him out of the door.

“Because I have a date to get ready for.” You said, right before you slammed the door shut in his face.