#DEMONIC FORCE WITH A SIDE OF SPAGHETTI

[slashfuhrer]

sacred deer x saltburn x reddit

[sinsandsweetness]

PENANCE

(Stepdad!Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ smut, p in v, spanking, mentions of church (though that’s not rlly the focus hehe…)

notes- not my best or longest ik, but i do still have more stepdad!rick coming, and i’m rlly excited for it. so stay tuned<3

His stormy blue eyes keep darting up to yours. Face practically twitching, along with his cock. Strained in his jeans, palming it subtly to try and relieve the abundance of pain you’ve been causing him all morning.

Earlier, dripping wet and fresh out of the shower, you were met with those same blue eyes, raking their way down your towel covered body. Rick Grimes, freshly shaven, dressed in a cream coloured button up and a musky cologne.

“We’re leavin’ in 5.” He says all gruff and frustrated. As if you’d been the one taking your sweet ass time in the shower, stealing all the hot water. When in reality, he’s the reason your shower was lukewarm at best. Draining the hot water tank with steam surrounding him as he touched himself to the thought of you. Picturing you in your lacy boy short panties and white spaghetti strap cami, swaying your hips and making breakfast downstairs when you didn’t realize anyone else was awake. Especially not your pervert of a stepdad who watched the whole thing in agony, so desperately wanting to push you up against the counter and fuck you til you scream his name.

Unfortunately, his sinful daydreams were forced to a halt at the shrill sound of your mothers voice calling him from up in the laundry room.

So yeah, he took his sweet time in the shower, trying his best to pretend it was your own hand stroking his dick. Or maybe even your mouth. Warm and wet and so fucking eager to swallow. But even as the fog lifted in his brain and he watched his cum swirl down the drain, he remained hard as a rock. Realizing quickly that you’re the only one that even stands a chance at easing his frustrations.

And that’s how he finds himself here. Unable to register a single word coming from the front of the church. Too focused on your tiny sundress and your pretty face. Sitting next to you in the pews, listening to Gabriel go on about gratitude and the importance of life or whatever. You don’t care. You’re not there to preach. Maybe to pray. Pray that your stepdad will give into the urges he’s having such a hard time hiding. That he’ll take you outside and fuck you against the side of the church, letting everyone hear the way you beg and scream for his heavenly cock.

He won’t. But you’d sure love it if he did.

You squeeze your legs together at the thought. Letting out a woeful sigh.

“Stop doin’ that.” He hisses, quiet enough that your mother, eyes focused on the hymns in front of her, doesn’t hear.

“Doin’ what?” You ask. Looking like a damn doll when you glance up and flutter your lashes. “What do you mean daddy?”

His face twitches and you know you’ve set him off. You have the overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss behind his earlobe. Something you’d recently discovered could almost make the man whimper. You don’t. But you really, really want to.

Instead you shift around in your seat. Squeezing your thighs again and crossing your ankles under the bench, fighting back a moan. Fighting your own fucking demons at this point. You can feel your wetness through your panties. Your dress, rising up further with all of your fidgeting, baring your smooth, soft skin. Clamping your thighs down on the hands in between them, desperate to find some friction to relieve yourself. That’s partly what’s killing him. Your dress. How short it is. How you keep fucking fidgeting around right next to him, clearly all worked up. Clear to him at least.

Thinking about your legs. Your legs wrapped around him. Around his head. Over his shoulders and everything in between.

But mostly, it’s killing him to think about the fact that you’re just as sexually frustrated as he is. So damn horny that you’re actually squirming away on the church pews during service. During fucking church, your mind is still on his cock.

When he first met you, white sundress and innocent eyes, he never would have thought he’d get off on the thought of corrupting you. Of stealing every ounce of innocence you have left, for him to experience and to hold. To think about late at night when he couldn’t fall asleep next to your mother. You. So pure and innocent. A real shocker that he didn’t see it coming.

But that late summer evening when he finally got you alone, the sight of you sinking down onto him, gold cross necklace dangling in between your breasts as you bounced up and down, he realized there was nothing better. Nothing that could get him off quite like the act of corrupting you. He couldn’t even think of another girl he’d rather ruin.

“Quit fidgeting.” He says through his teeth.

“Or what? Gonna punish me?”

Oh damn. That was it.

“Get in the truck.”

You didn’t dare disobey. He took a second to compose himself before leaning into your mothers ear and whispering some excuse about you not feeling well. That he was going to take you home so you could rest, and then he’d come back to pick her up. He kisses her on the cheek before following you out of the church. Receiving a sweet and clueless wave from your mother when you look back from the aisle. Rick watches your ass bounce the whole way to the truck.

At home, he wastes no time ripping your panties off and bending you over the kitchen island.

“Can’t believe you fuckin’ wore this thing to church,” he grunts, your minidress bunched up in his hands as he grips your hips, pounding into you with no remorse.

“Thought you liked it!” You whine, legs already shaking as they struggle to keep you upright.

“Like it for me. Not for everyone else.” He smacks your ass. The sharp sting, thrusting you further into the cool marble countertop. You hold in your whine. Stunned by the tingles erupting on your skin.

And then he does it again.

“Ow!”

“Thought my pretty girl wanted to get punished. Isn’t that what you said? Isn’t that why you wore this?” He doesn’t stop until your cheeks are painted red and the tears are streaming down your face. Until he has you cumming on his cock with a choked sob and a cry of his name. Ass cheeks numb where his handprint is burned into your skin as a not so friendly reminder of exactly who you belong to.

And later that night when he catches your pained wince as you sit down for supper, Rick has to physically hold back his smile. So fucking proud of the fact that he’s the reason you’re ass is so raw. That his hands made you so sore. And even more proud at the fact that the second your mother falls asleep, you’ll be dragging him into your bedroom and begging him to do it all over again.

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[gods-favorite-exorcist]

I wanna hear more about the baby exorcists, please rant as much as you want/can, thank you!

I totally didn't start sobbing over this but anyway- typos bc it's midnight when writing this and I have long ahh nails

When the exorcists were first created, they were seen as mistakes, mostly because of thier appearance. Nut adam decided to keep them because they looked like Quote "bad ass demon killing sluts" (they were in fact infants)

Adam absolutely loves the kids, spoils them rotten, they're also All autistic i don't make the rules. (Yes I do)

He buys them all plushies and everything

What about food? Yeah they have almost zero clue what normal food tastes like, they've lived off protein powder and other shit like tht bc adam bought it in bulk.

Sera hates the exorcists with a burning passion, she dosen't even consider them true angels, and honestly neither does adam, but sera is the most vocal about it, hating how violent they are, she made it clear ro all the exorcists tht they weren't angels in her eyes. Lute, spending all her time outside the compound with sera and adam, dosen't see herself as am angel either. It's been slowly affecting the other exorcists as well.

After vaggie fell it took her almost a year to see herself as an actual person, and even with how much she hates lute, they're still sisters and vaggie hopes lute gets away from them too.

About thier violent behavior- yeah they're semi feral, Ray eating, stuffed stabbing, feral ass toddlers. Adam genuinely puts lute on a toddler leash in public. It is that bad. Lute is definitely a bit more... disturbed... she used to stab all her stuffies as a kid and would disect rats before eating them. She'll murder smaaall creatures for fun and then giggle and kick her feet while forcing her sister to watch human centipede with her.

They never really got the chance to grow up, they were probably around 14 when the first extermination happened, so just imagine what thy would do to a young teen.

OK here's some random little hcs for the au

All thier handwriting is absolutely shit. They learned from copying Adam's fucked up handwriting

Vaggie cried when she had spaghetti for the first time

They had little cult like matching outfits consisting off a black dress in warm months and a long sleeve black shirt and black pants in cold months, all with a small x on the right side of the chest, they switched over ro thier standard uniforms around 12

They all have the exact same birthday, December 25th. 1167.

Just projecting but lute's never eaten bread before

Lutes the oldest by .75 seconds, there's only a minute different from the oldest and youngest out of the 200 soilders.

Adam is considered thier father, and is treated as such, but the archangel Micheal was the one ro first design them.

Thier original designs were closer to the standard idea of a gardian angel, not the mass of eyes but the standard paintings you'd see in church.

[holylulusworld]

Fluff and smut with larp!night!dean x princess!reader, hide and sick smut with demon!dean x reader, or if you remember in early seasons when Bella made Dean wear the tuxedo for the mission/event, what if she also made reader wear a beautiful form fitting spaghetti stripped, floor lenght with a slit on the side, red silk dress and a pair of simple black stiletto pumps, Dean watches her coming down the stairs like: 😍🤤😩, reader having basically the same reaction when she sees Dean, realizeing in that moment they're in love with each other, all thanks to Bella for basically forcing them to dress like that, ending with slow, soft smut. You can do whichever you want whenever you want.

Hi hun! I love all of them. I'd like to put them on my list. I don't know when I'll be able to write these ones, but I want to. :)

I took a screenshot and put it in my "to write" folder for 2024. 👀

[madlymine]

Episode 8 - Recap

♠ CHARACTERS: Aono the ghost (ML) Yuri the airhead (FL) Fuju the victim (ML's best friend) Mio the horror-enthusiast (FL's potential best friend) + Uchida the volleyball team's ace (got hurt in ep4) + Midori the psycho (FL's older sister)

♠ EP8: aaaaand just when I thought the shrine from the previous episode was related to the evil demon, it turns out that it was a trick by Uchida and his friends to lock Fuju in the storage room..... Really? show. Add something INTERESTING FOR A CHANGE!

Fuju: "meh, that Uchida is a kid. I mean this whole curse rumor is ridiculous."

demo (aka but), Fuju stops talking and doesn't finish his thought. I think he does have feelings for Yuri now. GOD SAVE US ALL. ehem, let's move on. Yuri calls Mio and asks her to come and help them out. After she gets the message across, the connection gets cut off and then suddenly there is no signal in Yuri's phone to call again. The 2 wait in hopes that Mio understood the situation and is FINALLY leaving her house.

F: "how did you start dating?" Y: "Aono helped me carry books and I confessed to him." F: "umm, isn't that too quick?"

RIGHT AFTER. A DEMONIC VOICE IS hEARd FROM BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR: "hey~ hey~"

F: "someone is there! open the door!" DEMON: "if I open it, what will you give me? F: "what? Uchida?" Y: "that's not him. it's Aono." F: "but it's not Aono's voice." D: "it is." F: "liar. i don't know who you are but stop this sick prank!" D: "you are wrong again."

Y: "Fuju stop. can't you tell? this is not his normal state." F: "Aono, what did you do at Mio's house last time?"

Y: "don't." F: "this is our chance to talk to his evil side. I'll ask what I can."

D: "if I anSWER, what will you give me?" Me: "gum?" :p

Well, Fuju throws a sandwich from the offering shrine at the door. & it immediately turns to black dust.

D: "I paid her a visit.” F: "Why?" D: "If I answer, what will you give me?" *Fuju uses another sandwich* D: "to posses her."

Then multiple hands starts banging on the high windows of the room! D: "open the door~ open the door~"

Y: "if we don't let you in, what will happen?" D: "he'll disappear."

F: "wait.." Y: "after you disapper..." F: "I said wait!"

Y: "If I die, can I see you?" D: "You can't. we'll neBer see each oDer again."

F: "What are you asking? don't tell me. after you help him rest in peace, you plan to follow him?" https://youtu.be/BQ_0QLL2gqI

Y: "I won't :3" F: "then why are you asking such questions?!"

D: "let me in~ I'm cold." F: "don't talk to him anymore! he might be lying.” Y: "but he might be telling the truth." F: "that's fine too! let's allow Aono to go to heaven this way." Y: "why do you think heaven exists? if he dies, he'll probably go to some cold place and be alone forever."

Fuju probably wants to stab himself at this moment lol

Y: "Aono, come inside me. I'll warm you up."

THE DOOR OPENS! Then part of Yuri's hair turns white. I guess the possession thing ages you?

Aono in Yuri's body: "Fuju! I'm inside who?" F: "are you Aono?"

>>> Scene changes to Mio struggling to leave her house :(

[back at da School] A/Y-body: "there is no heaven. Yuri said that?" *Fuju is too overwhelmed to speak* A/Y-body: "I thought ppl disappear when they die. But why am I here.. Tell Yuri for me.."

>>> Scene changes to an alternative universe with shades of pink! It's a place where Yuri traveled to, when Aono took over her body. Now she is sitting at a dinning table full of food and facing Aono.

A: "dig in." Y: "that's a lot of food. & why do you seem strange?" A: "Eat. before it gets cold." Y: "I'm not even hungry. sorry..."

He cuts her off by stuffing a fat hamburger streak into her mouth with his bare hand. HAHAHAHA

She moves her head away while chocking. But suddenly he is behind her, locking both her arms and forcing her to eat.

A: "Eat." Y: "I can't!"

Then he pushes her face into the spaghettis plate in front of her o-o & stuff it in her mouth with his bare hand again. Yuri struggles and pleads him to stop but he doesn't listen, until they hear a door somewhere.

Y: "Someone is here?" A: "she is back. hide!"

He pushes her under the dinning table.

A: "don't get found no matter what."

Yuri sees a barefoot female in a red dress coming in but can't see her face.

Barefoot: "is someone here?" A: "no one is here." B: "I see."

OMG! I have to admit, my heart jumped when the barefoot mystery lady walked away BUT then came back towards the table while stumping loudly on the floor! I expected that to happen but I still got freaked out *laughs nervously* I had to pose to regulate my heartbeat. My first scare *amused*

Yuri covers her mouth & nose, trying not to make any sound. But we can see the barefoot woman bending down slowwwwwly to look under the table, with her loose hair being the first to appear to us and Yuri. & when her forehead becomes visible, Yuri returns to her body!! DAMN.

Yuri vomits the beef-jerky she bought in a previous episode. Fuju fed her the beef to make Aono leave her body. When she asks about Aono, Fuju tells her that he passed on. Aono stayed for her but decided to depart because he didn't want to cause pain to anyone anymore.

Y: "He left without saying anything to me..." F: "Maybe he was afraid you'd trigger his evil side. that's why he left without seeing you. he said he is sorry and thankful for everything."

TOOK HIM LONG ENOUGH.

[Fuju walks Yuri home because he is worried about her]

Yuri sulks and throws a load of craB his way. She tells him about all the pervy incidents between her and Aono..... and calls it fun. So why would her think that it was hard on her? She thinks it was one-sided love after all.

ROFL! Her head just works backwards. She needs therapy for real.

Y: "I hate Aono. I should have died that day then."

Fuju realizes that she tried to kill herself when Aono died so he hugs her.

CAMERA angle changes and we see Midori (aka extra trouble) watching them from a window and talking to herself: "they're hugging" with a devious/slightly-blank expression on her face o-o'''

a year ago

[imhereformr]

It had been years since he’d had to sneak in somewhere. Riven’s position as captain in the Magix Elite Force granted him easy access to just about anywhere he needed or wanted so long as he could justify his reason for being there. But this, he had no valid reason. It would result in his suspension, if not complete dismissal, from the force. He didn’t think he’d get caught – you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks, but that doesn’t mean they forgot old ones – but even if he did, he knew he had to take the risk.

Nabu had been the one to tell him. About the relationship; the engagement; and the – in Riven’s opinion – far too rushed wedding. He wanted her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him. He did. He also knew he should just let her go, let her marry whatever the fuck his name was, but he couldn’t not try. She needed to know how he felt even if he was years too late.  

Musa had been the one to break it off. It had nearly broken him; he’d refused to leave his room in his and Timmy’s apartment for weeks afterwards. Ultimately, she’d been right, though. They were becoming different people – growing apart – and it was better to break up now than wait until their different paths became too much and they grew to resent each other.  

Musa had released her first album a year before they’d broken up. Her tour had been hard, with him having to stay in Magix for work and her being everywhere, but he’d thought they could survive it. Their relationship had already survived so much. Musa’s star, though, had only begun to shine. Over the years after the breakup, she only became more and more successful. Every bit of which she deserved, and every bit of which Riven had followed from afar.

She’d offered for them to stay friends once the wounds had healed but Riven had declined. All the news he got of her was from the guys or magazines. His therapist – he'd gone to see a therapist; Musa would have been so proud – agreed that it was best to cut her off entirely. Beyond the whole listening to her music thing, Riven thought he’d done pretty well at that. It had only taken him a year to stop looking her up borderline obsessively, he’d dated other people, he’d even had a serious relationship or two. His only problem was that none of the others were Musa. No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to come back to her.

So here he was, the day of her wedding, climbing a tree on the side of the hotel she was getting married at, praying that he’d be able to find the room she was getting ready in before the ceremony started. And that she’d be willing to hear him out. 

Riven managed to find an open window that led into the end of a hallway. He made his way through the navy halls, stopping to listen for her voice behind every single oversized door. Nabu, after some bribery and threats, had told him that Musa and the girls would be getting ready on the fourth floor. He’d begged Riven to think through his actions and not do anything stupid, but Riven was also certain that Nabu was on board with whatever his plan was. From his description of Musa’s fiancé, he hadn’t sounded too fond of the guy.  

The sound of footsteps put Riven on high alert. He managed to duck into a broom closet just in time to see Stella turn the corner. Jackpot. The blonde swung her long, gently curled hair over her shoulder and punched in a code on the door pad opposite his hiding spot. From the door, he heard a sound he would recognise anywhere: Musa’s voice. Double jackpot. Now he just had to pray that the girls would leave Musa alone for at least a minute at some point before the ceremony started.  

He stood in that closet, watching her door for close to half an hour when his saving grace arrived in the form of an older woman with greying brown hair piled high on her head and a clipboard in her hand. She punched in the code to the door – which Riven paid much closer attention to this time – and exited three minutes later with the five bridesmaids in tow.  

And no bride. This was turning out to be much easier than he’d anticipated.

Riven seized his opportunity the minute the woman he assumed was the wedding planner and Musa’s friends were out of sight. The light on the lock turned green on the first try and he slunk into the room as quietly as possible. Musa was turned away from him, staring at herself in mirror. Lucky too because it wouldn’t have made for a very good winning-her-back moment for her to see his jaw drop and his mind go entirely blank.  

Musa wore a minimalistic, figure-flattering white dress with spaghetti straps, a deep V and a low back. She wore very little jewelry: a pair of diamond earrings, her engagement ring and her mother’s necklace – the one she never took off that he’d recovered in Black Mud Swamp the year they first met. Her long, dark hair was curled softly, like she was a movie star right out of the 1950s. He missed her hair; missed running his hands through it; missed the way he could bury his face in it when they hugged so that the smell of her shampoo could envelop him entirely; missed the way she would play with her pigtails when she was nervous; missed the way her hair would fall into his face when she leaned over to kiss him before they went to bed every night. More than anything, he missed her.  

“Riven?” He stumbled out of his memories and into present day at the sound of her voice. She’d turned to face him, the train of her dress bunching at her feet as she spun. It had been so long since he’d heard her say his name. He’d forgotten how nice it sounded. “What are you doing here?”

“You look beautiful” he whispered thoughtlessly. Musa lowered her eyes, her face flushing like it had whenever he’d looked at her in the early days of their relationship. She ran her hands along the sides of her wedding dress – the dress she should be wearing for him – smoothing out non-existent creases in the fabric. It made him smile to know he could still make her blush like that.  

“What are you doing here?” she asked again, bringing her hands together to fiddle with her engagement ring.  

“I...” Fuck. How did he do this?  “...Should have written something down.” Yes, that would’ve been a good idea. He wasn’t Helia; words didn’t come naturally to him. The old Riven would have turned around and walked away, wouldn’t have even given it a shot. He wasn’t the old Riven anymore, and he wasn’t leaving this room without Musa knowing how he felt. He’d have to wing it. “Don’t marry him.”

“Riven, I-”

“Please. Just hear me out.” Her objections ceased, and she lowered the hand she’d put out in a stop motion. “I love you. I have never stopped loving you. I have thought about you every single day for the last seven years, four months and twenty-one days. Since the day you left. And every single one of those days, I have kicked myself for letting you go; for not fighting harder for you. For us.”

Riven approached her. With every step, he felt his heart beat harder, coming to a brutal halt when he stepped in front of her. Her eyes, for the first time since he’d complimented her, met his. She was inches from him; so close that the smallest movement would bring them together. The heels she was wearing made her taller – brought the top of her head to his lip instead of his shoulder. Had his mind been anywhere other than desperately wanting her to come back to him, he would have commented that she hated heels with a passion, and he’d always thought she’d wear sneakers with her wedding dress even if Stella gave her a headache about it.  

He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, not missing the way she leaned into his touch. Her heart longed for his just as much as his did for hers. “You belong with me, Muse. You know you do. We belong together.” His hand cupped her chin, pulling her into a kiss. Never had anything felt more right than his lips on hers. The second they connected; he knew everything would work out. He could beat the worst monsters, defeat his darkest demons, save the most helpless and conquer the universe as long as he had Musa by his side.  

Musa’s hands came to rest on his chest, balling her manicured fingers into his thin white t-shirt and dragging him into her as they lost themselves in the kiss. The longer it went, the more certain he was that she would leave with him right then if he asked her to. He would have too, if the planner hadn’t punched in the door code and announced her presence through the heavy door.

“Gimme a second” Musa managed to shout, mere inches from Riven’s face, before the woman had entered the room. The planner shut the door, informing Musa that she would be right outside and that the ceremony was ready to begin.  

Musa stepped back and Riven had to wrap his arms around her to keep her near him. “I have to go” she whispered.  

“Please, please don’t marry him.” Teenage Riven would be mortified to hear his voice crack as he begged Musa not to choose someone else, but adult Riven couldn’t care less. He would beg and plead and grovel if it meant that she’d stay with him.  

“It’s too late. I’m sorry.” She laid her hands on his chest and pushed their bodies apart. He watched, heart shattering, as she stepped away from him. Her voice broke, tears pooled in the corners of her eyes and her lower lip quivered, but ever his fierce Musa, she stayed strong. He wished, just this once, that she would break. Musa stepped away from him and turned towards the door, gathering the train of her dress in her hand as she walked away. She wiped her eyes quickly before grabbing the door handle.  

“Musa,” he heard himself say before she had the chance to turn the knob. A deep sigh and she turned to him. He’d never been good at reading people, but Musa he knew. She wanted him to fight for her, she always had, and, for the most part, he always had. He always would. He’d just fucked up that one time when it mattered most. “I’ll be out front. If you change your mind.”

She didn’t answer, merely shook her head and then she was gone, whisked away through the door and down the hall by the planner. Riven sat himself onto the nearest piece of furniture – a fancy-looking emerald green couch in the corner of the hotel suite sitting room – and dropped his head in the palms of his hands trying to stop himself from crying and shaking.  

He hadn’t felt pain like this in years, hadn’t felt anything like this in years. He hadn’t been numb – he’d known numb before and that wasn’t what the last few years had been – but life had been significantly less vivid. Everything always felt so much more with her. The lows could be soul-crushing agony, but the highs were pure ecstasy and worth every second of pain. He would willingly suffer through millennia of agony for just one hour of ecstasy with her again.  

***

Musa’s mind buzzed as she followed Christina, the planner, through the hall and into the elevator, down to the main floor. The woman – an absolute godsend in the madness that was planning a wedding and a tour in the same four months – babbled on about how adorably nervous Liam – her fiancé – was.  

She’d met Liam three years ago on a talk show. He was an actor – had started off as a child on a sitcom and managed to make the incredibly difficult transition from child star to serious adult actor. He’d been sweet and charming during the pre-interview and through the whole taping. They’d run into each other again a year later at a movie premiere – she'd sung the main theme and he was close friends with the star. He’d asked her out at the end of the night. He was cute – tall with broad shoulders and sharp features, just her type – so she’d said yes. It turned out that he was also funny and incredibly witty.  

She loved him.  

Christina led her out of the elevator and into one of the back hallways. At the end of the hall, Musa knew she’d find her friends and father waiting patiently for the ceremony to start. Musa knew what would happen: Christina would put them in order, then cue her assistant to tell the violinist to start playing – Riven had always loved hearing her play the violin, they’d talked about having one if ever they got married. Musa couldn’t let that detail go. Once the music started, the double doors would open onto the ceremony room. Hundreds of guests would be seated in the room, surrounded by thousands of dollars' worth of flowers and floating candles.  

Much sooner than she’d anticipated, it was Tecna’s turn. The purple-haired fairy – her maid of honour – turned out of the waiting area and moved up to the double doors at exactly the speed Christina had indicated; not too fast like Flora had or too slow like Stella – who, realistically, had been enjoying the moment of spotlight – had. Musa’s father turned to her, a genuine smile on his face, to ask if she was ready. Musa smiled and nodded.  

Her arm looped through her father’s and Christina handed her the bouquet of exquisite flowers – arranged by Flora, of course. The woman moved behind her to spread out her train. As she neared the door, the guests stood for her. Her father nodded to a few at the back that he recognised, but Musa’s focus was at the front.  

Liam stood with his arms folded behind him. Riven would always stand with his hands in his pockets or his arms crossed. Liam’s smile widened when he saw her. Riven only smiled when he saw her. Liam mouthed the words I love you and Musa felt a pang. She’d just heard those words in a different voice, and they’d had so much more impact. Musa smiled at him, repeating the mantra in her head.

She loved him.

She loved him.

She loved him.

She was at the altar. Her father was hugging her and whispering that he loved her and wished her nothing but happiness. Musa was stepping up to the altar. Liam was shaking her father’s hand. The photographer’s assistant was adjusting her train for the photos. Liam was smiling at her. Tecna was taking the bouquet out of her hands. Liam was reaching out for her hands.  

Musa snapped out of her haze. Her hands were in Liam’s and the officiant was welcoming the guests. Please turn your phones off. Don’t take any pictures. It’s not every day you meet someone that touches your soul. All the cheesy shit people said at weddings. Musa ignored the man they’d hired as she played the scene with Riven over in her mind.

He still loves her.  

And she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t compared every boyfriend to him. Including Liam. She’d also be lying if she said that she didn’t think about him when she was alone. When she was lonely. When she wanted someone to hold her. When she touched herself. When she cried. When she laughed. When she had news to share. When she wrote a song she really loved.  

It was always him.  

Pressure on her hand brought her back to present day. Liam was saying his I do. He was giving her that smile that, up until fifteen minutes ago, she thought she’d be happy enough to see every day.  

Happy enough.

Was that really enough?  

“...Take Liam Lukas Caffrey, here present, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”

“I...” Hundreds of eyes stared at her expectantly. She had two words to say. I do. It wasn’t that fucking hard. Musa looked up at Liam. At those pretty dark green eyes of his watching her with all the love in the world. “I...”

It wasn’t enough.

No one would ever be enough if they weren’t Riven. She’d tried to deny it, but it was true. And he was right. She belonged with him.  

“No” she sighed. The love in Liam’s eyes turned to confusion. Behind her, Stella mumbled out a what. “I can’t... I’m sorry.”

Musa picked up the skirt of her dress as much as she could and walked away. She picked up speed with every step, desperate to get away from the prying eyes. Desperate to get to Riven. I’ll be out front. If you change your mind. Had he meant it? She rushed through the double doors, past Christina and through the lobby. In the corner of her vision, she saw the doorman standing to open the front doors for her, but she got there before him.  

Lights flashed in her eyes as she pushed through the doors and onto the front steps. Her name was being shouted and paparazzi cameras popped at every angle, but she registered none of it. Musa searched the sidewalk for that telltale flash of magenta, trying to control her already heavy breathing and not appear as panicked as she felt.  

He wasn’t sure why he’d even waited. It’s too late. That should be an obvious clue that she didn’t want to be with him. Still, he waited. He’d sat in her suite for two minutes trying to compose himself before sneaking out of the room and down to the lobby. He’d gotten there just in time to hear the music start. Part of him contemplated waiting, running into the ceremony when the officiant did the speak now or forever hold your peace thing (did they even do that in real life? It hadn’t been done at Flora and Helia or Stella and Brandon’s wedding). Ultimately, he decided not to. He’d told Musa what he had to say. All he could do now was wait.

Riven took a seat on a bench in the park across the street. He absentmindedly watched park-goers walk by, blissfully unaware that he was falling to pieces as the seconds ticked by. It took all his self-control not to think about Musa marrying someone else; to stop himself from physically and mentally falling apart. Old demons tried to claw their way to the forefront of his mind, to tell him that she wouldn’t want him, that his efforts were futile, but Riven refused to listen to them. He wasn’t that sixteen-year-old kid anymore, and he knew, he knew that he and Musa were meant to be.  

Finally, after searching for what felt like an eternity, she spotted the telltale magenta hair forcing its way through the crowd. The joy that swelled in her was unlike any happiness she’d ever felt. He’d waited. Musa kicked off her heels and took off running towards him. He made it to the front of the crowd just in time for her to throw herself into his arms and pull him into a kiss.  

It was heaven to feel his lips on hers, to feel his arms wrapped around her. Musa never wanted to lose this feeling. He laughed into the kiss and Musa swore it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. Riven shuffled forward, lowering her onto one of the hotel steps as they finally pulled apart. The smile on his face could put the suns of Solaria to shame, but, as much as she loved his smile, Musa was only focused on his eyes. She loved his eyes; loved the way they shone every time he looked at her.  

Riven rested his forehead against Musa’s. Those magnificent blue eyes looked up at him so lovingly, just the way he’d longed for her to look at him for all those years. Riven swore then and there, he would move mountains to never lose that look. He was so happy he didn’t even care that all the paparazzi were watching them. Let them watch.  

“I’m so sorry. I was so stupid... I-” Musa started.  

“It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

“Now and forever. I love you, Riven.” Musa pulled him into another kiss. Camera flashes went off around them but Riven only saw the stars that shone in his head every time she kissed him. He pulled away from her just enough to whisper I love you too, Musa before kissing her with all the love he could muster.  

[bluemoondust]

Just found your writing and it's so good omggg ;u; If you have requests open, would you be willing to write some yandere!Zenitsu getting lovestruck by reader whilst on his travels, kidnapping them and trying to get them to marry him? I'm good with saucy or even dark themes, I just need more of the spaghetti boy in my life, pretty please! <3

✧Lovestruck — Agatsuma Zenitsu✧

♥(✿ฺ´∀`✿ฺ)ﾉ Thank you for the compliments! I'm glad you enjoy my writing. And yes, I'm absolutely willing to write for Zenitsu; he definitely deserves all the love. He's my favorite of the trio.

Note: Zenitsu is obviously aged up.

Warning(s): Obsessive Behavior, Borderline Devotion, Kidnapping, Forced Marriage, Delusional Behavior, Unhealthy Mindset

Zenitsu has always deemed himself unworthy of becoming a demon slayer, yet he still persists towards the road of that title. All he wants is to feel loved, appreciated, and warmth when he needs it the most. The world is definitely scary and he's honestly surprised that he's made it this far when he's so... Average. Dull in comparison. Could he even amount to being a demon slayer in comparison to others like who are braver and much stronger than him? How was he supposed to stand beside them when he is just a coward who could never hold a candle to them?

Even so, he keeps going. He keeps going along the path he set off on in the first place. All he can think of, besides surviving, is what purpose could he possibly uphold. That is, until he met you. It was a meeting that happened by chance and certainly one that Zenitsu did not see coming. Of course, that's how life was after all. But instead of it turning out to be for the worst, it was possibly the best he could ever ask for. You were a kind soul; that was the first thing he took notice of when you aided them during an encounter with a demon. Not only that, but you were simply... Breathtaking and amazing.

He was stunned to say the least and you gently shook him to see if he was alright. You probably thought he froze in shock from the attack, but that wasn't the case. After the matter was resolved, Zenitsu was insistent on you traveling with him. He just couldn't let such a wonderful person like you leave, only to never encounter you ever again. He had to keep you around. He practically trembles in happiness when you agreed, finding his eagerness to be cute. Besides, it's better to travel with others than alone, right?

Zenitsu wants to know everything about you. Nothing you talk about loses his interest as he takes in every word you spill to him. The more you around him, the more he clings to you. Showing no sign of pushing him away just digs a deeper hole for you, darling. But how can you say no to that face? It would be like kicking a poor little puppy should you reject any of Zenitsu's offers or requests to come along with you. It should be done so you'd get used to it once the two of you are together.

To make matters worse, if you're the type to express praise and compliment, you've got him hooked. This will only cause Zenitsu to work so much for your sweet words as he eats them up. He loves the look you give him when you swat away those negative comments towards himself. He feels like he's the center of your attention. That no one else matters but him. It honestly makes him want to cry with joy. So, you have his complete devotion towards you. He'd do anything just for you to praise him for doing so good.

The only reason he'd kidnap his darling is when there's so much in the way. You see, Zenitsu has grown so attached to you that he will take your side no matter what. He'll even let himself get hurt if it means you'll be safe. What it means that there is so much in the way is that there are either too many who would try to take you or the dangers are growing too much for his heart to handle. The former would be more likely. Zenitsu is the type of yandere to get delusional and more so as time goes on. Which means at this point, he already believes you two are meant to be. It gets concerning.

"I... Noticed you weren't talking to me. Did I do something wrong? I can't stand the idea of upsetting you." Hurt isn't even the right word to express how he felt when he took note that you were avoiding him. He's sure that you don't mean to. You're just... Busy. Yeah, busy. He makes excuses for you. Eventually you do confront Zenitsu on his behavior and even try to help him. You believe he's too reliant on you for validation.

That... Absolutely does not sit well with him. At all. "What do you mean? My actions are only because I love you! Can't you see? I would do anything for you! I'm even doing better in training just to make you proud!" His words are suddenly getting more erratic and frenzied. Zenitsu suddenly questions if anyone put those thoughts in your head and the possibility of you trying to leave him. No. You can't go. You're everything to him. He suddenly has his hands on your shoulders, begging you to stay.

Soon, everything just goes black for you. It astonishes you once you awaken in a secluded area. Did Zenitsu just knock you out? It becomes clear as you feel the slight pain on the crook of your neck. His hands were on your shoulders, shaking you. There was an opening. You soon realize your situation now as Zenitsu approaches you, apologizing for what he had done. But... You'll forgive him right? Of course.

Marriage suddenly comes to conversation, or what else you'd like to call your questioning him and his pleading of this being for the best. It takes you by surprise, then you try to gently inform him that marriage was too big of a step for you two. This only breaks Zenitsu's heart. What were you saying? You're not making sense. Again he'll make excuses for your answers, disregarding your true words. It's fine. Everything will be fine. You just need some time. Some time to adjust to your— well, your and his new life.

It's okay darling. You don't have to agree to his proposal now. Marriage is a big step, but it won't be so once you two get accustomed to the life you will have until the day death will do you part. You will accept once you see how much of a wonderful husband he can be. Don't worry, he will do his absolute best to show you that everything will be okay. Are you proud of him?

[honeyabyss]

How the newly Dateables would do in a “The Forest” AU

So this was inspired and allowed to post by @lucifers-favorite-pen

I read theirs about the brothers and had to write something for the others as well!

Definitely check out their post too: The Brothers in “The Forest”

Warning: some curse words, very slight gore

Solomon:

I have ANOTHER child?

ignore that, I didn't say anything, you have no proof I have a child, can I request a paternity test before I start searching for him?

will spend at least an hour at the planecrash harvesting everything that seems of use... So basically picking up everything until his bag is completely stuffed

no magic? That's a problem, tries to summon his pacts nonetheless, obviously fails, gets a bit disgruntled by the fact he now has to carry all the shit he picked up himself, will try to load it into the bag of someone else only to get called off

"but it's for us~ it's going to help the group immensely! Won't you help me carry it?"

Lucifer: "why would we need so many wristwatches and coins?"

"to make bombs!"

Lucifer:" that would only endanger us more, leave it here"

Solomon getting forced to leave things behind so he isn't overloaded anymore (Mammon will most definitely pick up all the wristwatches for later selling purposes)

will not help building a shelter, “you know I would help but I'm just not as strong as you... In our team I am the brain and you guys are the brawn”, will get hit by the demons... That's probably the first time he dies, through discovering friendly fire

will be using the brothers as a shield, because he doesn't want to respawn and lose all his stuff

actually will help Beel building traps around the base, well he tells where to put what, but that still helps to fend off many nightly visitors

will collect body parts of the cannibals out of the traps first thing in the morning

"Solomon are you making a cannibal leg stew? I think I just became a vegetarian"- everyone. periodt.

5/10 survivalist. He sure is intelligent and will make some things easy, but he is still a shady and selfish bitch, You're getting attacked? Watch Solomon hiding 2 meters away from you behind a rock while he plunders Mammons dead body

Diavolo:

“oh? This is way more fun that sitting in this noble meeting I just got teleported out from” (every noble will panic, but Dia doesn't care)

“this is my son? How exciting I'll show him his future Kingdom once we saved him! wait he's not real? He will disappear when we finish the game?” sad Dia 

is excited all the time, “oooh is this what a camping trip feels like? Except for the plane crash of course... But walking around the forest with friends, making a shelter, eating food at a campfire... That's exactly a camping trip!”

Diavolo please calm down, you're going to lead the cannibals to us

"Cannibals? How interesting, but would they even eat us? I mean it's a human game right? So if humans see them as cannibals then they would eat humans not demons or angels right?" sorry Mc, you’ll be sacrificed...

Will test out that theory. Surprise, he is wrong and almost gets eaten if it weren't for Lucifer and Barbatos protection, gets a good scolding afterwards, will be more cautious from then on

“Barbatos, I command you to protect Mc all the time! We can't have something happen to them even if it is just in a game”

building a shelter? Never done it before but it sounds fun, will instantly adjust to Beel, if you chop wood you have to get rid of your shirt first right? Will give his best and use his strength to carry as many logs as he can

just shirtless lumberjack Diavolo

hears someone complain about not being able to use magic. Oh right he could have used magic, had too much fun to even consider using magic. “This is a great challenge for us all!”

10 /10 even though he doesn't notice it, he is giving his best without having to think about it, has a whole lot of fun and isn't the tiniest bit scared. Will ask for a repetition of the game, ending in everyone running away to destroy the game disc

Barbatos:

smiles while he asks who of the brothers he has to murder thanks to this mess he's now in

will kill Levi, confused when he respawns without Barb having to rewind time, makes the job easier for him

will give out jobs to the group to organize everything so they can be sure they have everything covered

"Mc your job is not dying, sit down on this tree stump and watch out for any inconvenience that might occure... What did you just say? Could you repeat that?... There is a horde of naked men without genitals running down the hill? I- Did you hit your head in the plane crash?"

"Oh unholy devil king, you are right!"

Will move camp immediately somewhere more safe

build a camp? He has so many jobs, he is overseer, he will find food and make meals out of it, he will make a list of the materials they have and calculate how long they can last with it

will be on night watch every night, makes them move to a new location almost every day due to spotting patrols, not everyone is happy about it but they do as he says cause Dia trusts Barb, and Lucy follows everywhere Dia goes, and everyone else is scared of Lucy

will not die, the first fight he gets into a sweat will be in the endgame, will be packed with medical equipment, food, drinks and strong weapons, endgame is suddenly easy

10/10 pacifist run (besides the unavoidable fights in the end), is pretty chill most of the time, has everything and everyone under control

Simeon:

"did anyone get hurt? Here let me check up on everyone, oh my-" holds hands over Lukes and Mcs eyes and whispers to the others "Is that stewardess dead?"

Mammon:"sure is" instantly starts searching for valuables on the dead body

Simeon will guide Mc and Luke out of the plane to the side where they can't see any gore and make them wait there

holds hands of Luke and Mc on the way through the forest so a) they don't get scared and b) so they don't run off after any animals they see

shelter job? Take care of the children (Mc and Luke), plant a garden of herbs and berries with Luke, Mc and Barbatos, keep Solomon away from the campfire it's dangerous enough already, don't let Solomon cook a concoction that will kill them even faster

weird, naked, unsocialized man are attacking us? “Mc, Luke stay close behind me! I, archangel Simeon will protect you... With this sharp stick, cause I don't have any other weapons or magic to hand, but do fear not!”

will die the first time protecting Luke and Mc... Will be devasted when they both respawn with him as well “I failed at keeping you safe... forgive me”

will craft himself a bow and arrows and be even more determined to protect the precious young ones

will not kill animals, “we have enough berries, herbs and other edible things, look this tree bark tastes great, it's like spaghetti if you cook it in hot water and with this berry juice on top it's a perfectly fine meal” Will be the only one eating it, even Luke prefers not to

will not give up and stay positive (even when everyone ignores his suggestions), Mc and Luke try to cheer him up by doing some of his suggestions

5/10 he really tries but there is only so much he can do, he has no real weapon and even when he does he prefers to only knock out his enemys and run, making the cannibals only more aggressive with every fight

Luke:

doesn't see shit, because of Simeons hand, “what happend? What's going on? Why are we waking up in a plane?”

follows Simeons advise, gets extremely embarrassed about holding his hand "I'm not a child! I won't run away!.... Oh look there is a cute deer... did it get separated from his family? Maybe we can help him? Wait Simeon don't pull me away-"

"don't worry Mc I'll protect you!" gets scared of the cannibals and will hide behind Mc and Simeon

won't be able to do any physical labor to help build a shelter due to his childlike physic, will carry dry sticks and rocks to the camp with Mc and build a campfire for later

“I want to bake some dessert, do you think we can find flour here? And eggs? I can make a cake through melting these chocolate bars we found at the airplane, okay let me go look for baking materials”

 from there on nobody left him even one second of privacy, you need to go to the toilet? Okay let's go to this bush I wait behind you, you don't need protection while peeing? Maybe not but you might run away

Luke being stressed and embarrassed 24/7 and getting teased about it by the demons... You need to go to the toilet again? Let me take you on a walk chihuahua~

1/10 he is not a help most of the time, does prioritize the wrong things, it's just a game...and he is weak for sweets and cute animals

[crimsonwolfie]

Best Mistake — Hamish Duke x Reader (x Knights)

Requested by @mysticalcrownbear

Prompt: The Knights accidently summon you, (the reader) a succubus when trying to summon Zecchia. You have a strong liking towards Hamish Duke, and he’s very much into you too.

Word count: 2,095

Hope you guys like this!! Sorry if it’s crap - requests are open!!

Masterlist

Best Mistake Part 2

“It’s not that they have all our stuff...they stole it. So - let’s steal it all back” Jack whispers as he leans forward, straightening his posture in seriousness.

“Are you suggesting a magic heist?!” Randall says, stalking towards Jack

“Yes. A magic heist” Jack replies as he steps up from the couch. Both boys shine a ray of mischief in their eyes and madness in their energy

“MAGIC HEIST! MAGIC HEIST!” They both chant, as Hamish and Lilith begin joining in synchronisation

“MAGIC HEIST MAGIC HEIST MAGIC HEIST!” The Knights chant like toddlers demanding candy.

—

“Well you didn’t think to warn us about that?!” Lilith hissed, eyes dark with fear and damage after the images she’d experienced. Hamish, Jack and Randall all sat with Lilith in the Blade and Chalice collectively recovering from their fear corners. Lilith rocked slightly from side to side whilst Jack was holding a pack of ice on the side of his head. They were tired, scared, drained...but desperate. They couldn’t get into the vault without being stuck in the “fear corridor”. Hamish chugged a swig of his whiskey, slamming the glass down onto the table with force, trying his best to forget what he went through -

“Stupid Ricky Simarco and his stupid fifth birthday party” he groaned, eyes fixed into a trance like state

“What did you see?” Randall asked Lilith, who replies with a simple “nothing”.

“Nothing?” He asks again, confused to why she didn’t see anything

“Nothing.” She confirms, although her shaken state says otherwise.

“Okay, since we can’t get through to the vault, i found the perfect solution” Jack enthusiastically gushes. “We summon a demon! There’s loads of different types to summon and i think i found the perfect one!”

The fellow knights all look around at each other in suspicion...could this actually work? Or is Jack literally insane?

“It’s name is a Zecchia” Jack points towards a yellow dusted page in an old, crippled book “it’s a baron demon, meaning it steals anything that the summoner desires it to”

“Won’t we have to do something for it? You know, a catch?” Lilith questions, her big brown eyes looking up to Jack

“No! You see that’s the beauty of it. We call it, they show up, we pay the toll and they’ll do our bidding!” He replies almost as if it was complete rocket science. “You just gotta follow the protocol perfectly”

“I’m in-“

“-Me too!” Hamish and Lilith both declare with their whole chests, meanwhile Randall starts struggling with the decision...

“Nope.” He announces. “No thanks. No way. Nope. Not a demon. Not ever.” Adamant as ever, he puts his hand on the table as a way to stand against the debate. He gets up and walks away before the others can stop him.

“We’re still doing this.”

“Yeah totally”

“He’ll get over it”

-

Hamish, Lilith and Jack all stand around the summoning circle, ready to summon Zecchia, the thief demon.

“Zecchia, appear before us so that we may negotiate the fee for your service to empty the vault of the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose and remand those goods into the possession of the Knights of Saint Christopher” they all chant in synchronisation. Below their feet is a demon trap, purposed to trap the summoned demon in order to negotiate wisely. As soon as they finish the chant, a sound of wind brushes past them...but shorty followed by silence.

“Zecchiaaa?” Jack quietly echos into the distance of the house, uncertain if the summoning ritual worked or not. The 3/4 knights walk around the hallway wondering where they went wrong.

“Maybe we messed up the incantation?” says Lilith

“We did everything right?” Hamish replies

Suddenly, the door bursts open as Randall rushes in, slightly out of breath

“- guys STOP don’t do this-” He shouts as he blows out the candles nearest to him on the floor “-Alyssa and i were discussing demon summonings and-“

“-and you suck at it” you pipe up.

Emerging from the shadows of the staircase, you quietly and elegantly walk down, eyes never leaving the people below you...but one in specific - the man dressed in the waistcoat. You’re wearing a red, laced spaghetti strap bodysuit that’s tucked under a pair of tight fitted sheer black leggings (clearly i’m not going to have you wear only underwear and a bra like every other succubus - *que that not on MY WATCH vine* we are more PG here y’all - also may i add, your body size does not matter here. All body types are beautiful and you should love your body, don’t fall for these skinny stereotypes! Curvy girls are breathtaking too!!! <3 okay back to the story lmao). With midnight black wings as beautiful as can be and horns impeccable in sight, you stare with your big Y/E/C eyes as your long Y/H/C, silky locks fall past your shoulders. The sound of your black stiletto heels click and clack on the wooden floorboards, as further silence echos in the walls. The Knights are struck by your beauty, chocked for words at what they’re seeing in front of them. You swiftly bring your wings to your side, stroking your arms as you approach the people below you.

“You’re not what...we...expected” Randall slurs- i mean drools ;)

“That’s because i’m not” you sigh, bringing your arms across your body. “You summoned me, a succubus. Not Zecchia. But hey, you’re not the first...you’re meant to use alcohol as a summoning ingredient. She’s a sucker for it...senses it from many realms away” you continue, shaking your head and rolling your eyes playfully. Looking around the room, you can’t help but keep looking back to the tall man who has a perfect complexion and long, dirty blonde hair with blue crystal eyes. With lips so succulent...you want to kiss all over them and run your hands through his locks, as he uses his large, soft hands to roam around your body-

“So who did we summon?” Your thoughts are interrupted by the small, gorgeous lady to your right. She has blue streaks in her black hair, and a cute little button nose that you want to just *boop*!

“I’m Y/N, a succubus” you smile delicately at the woman in front of you, glancing back to the man who caught your eye before.

“And you are?” You question, turning your attention to the male on your right

“I’m Lili-“

“Not you! This handsome gentleman in front of me” you point with your long, ‘black as night’ painted fingertip towards the tallest man.

“I-i’m Hamish. Hamish Duke” he replies, cheeks blushing a gentle shade of crimson.

“You’re really hot” you tease, biting your lower lip in hot anticipation at your dirty thoughts. Hamish’s eyes widen at this, bringing his hands towards his front slightly.

“I could say the same for you, love” He gulps. He doesn’t know this, but you can actually read his thoughts; images of him pushing you up against the wall, his hands on your ass as your legs wrap around his middle, lips working sweet magic as you’re caressing his face and hair...leaving small, wet pecks on his neck as he moans your name out loud, thrusti-

“Hey, i’m Randall” the tall, pretty brunette calls out, stepping towards you. He brings his hand out to shake, to which you accept. A huge grin is painted across his face as his hand touches your dainty one, Lilith just rolls her eyes and huffs.

“Okay okay let’s wrap this up here” she remarks, pulling Randall away from you. You turn to see a shorter male, who sports platinum blonde hair that falls to the side of his face. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you alright, pretty boy?” You ask, genuine concern across your face. Randall giggles like a school boy at your words, repeating (and i quote) “hehe pretty boy heheee” quietly in the sidelines whilst pointing at Jack.

“I....uh....hi” Jack replies, fixing his hair after noticing you were looking at him

You lightly laugh “hi, cutie”

You look back over to Hamish, as his filthy visions are still happening

“I can read your thoughts, you know” you laugh as he blushes bright red and covers his front completely now

“It’s okay, i liked them” you continue in a husky tone, stepping closer towards him with your hands in front of you, gasping to be touching him.

He reaches his hand out towards your stretched hand, gently touching your fingers and delicately wrapping his large ones round them. You both intertwine fingers, as gazes are locked onto you both. He pulls you towards him, his head tilting slightly in awe at your appearance.

“Uhhh...okayyyy?” Lilith gawked as the rest of the Knights share glances of pure confusion and slight panic.

You chuckle lightly at Hamish’s actions, as

he wraps his arms around your lower back, swaying from side to side.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers into your ear which sends excited chills down your spine. He smiles looking down at you.

“What is happening right now?” Jack asks the others, who shrug their shoulders watching like hawks. Lightly, you plant a small kiss on his lips...which Hamish returns, only with more passion and lust. The kiss deepens as his hands grip tighter and your thrusting into him for more becomes intolerable, until you both need to release for air.

“Uhh Hamish? Y/N? Hello?” Randall waves his hands in the air trying to signal Hamish, but proves useless. As you’re heavily gasping in air, you notice Hamish’s mouth - your red lipstick has smudged all over his mouth

“BRO you look like a clown!!” Randall cracks up, laughing hysterically. Jack and Lilith snort upon seeing Hamish’s state, but he doesn’t care. He quickly and forcefully grabs you again and drops you bridal-style whilst passionately making out with you once again. Jack, Lilith and Randall all look back up from their laughter fits to see you two basically eating each other’s faces. Suddenly, it’s not that funny anymore - just disturbing.

“Okay that’s enough, Ham-burger” Randall shouts. Nothing.

“Yo Hamish dude stop” Jack sings, which again does nothing to Hamish and you.

“Yeah this is now how i thought my Tuesday was going to go” Lilith says as she gestures towards you two. “Is he enchanted or something?!”

“I uh...maybe?” Jack mutters

“Maybe i am too” Randall eyeballs you and Hamish “wait...i said that out loud didn’t i?” he quickly looks down and plants his face with his hands. Yeah...he was totally thinking of a threesome at that time.

Begrudgingly you break the contact between yours and Hamish’s soft lips and lift yourself up from his arms, yet he continues leaving sweet, soft kisses on your neck.

“I know what you’re thinking, cutie” you look up to Randall, who squeals in embarrassment and mouths ‘don’t tell them’ towards you, making you laugh.

“What were you thinking about?” Jack asks

“Basically he was thinkin-“ you begin

“NO no NO DON’T say anything” Randall barks out, breaking Hamish from his trail of leaving kisses down your neck

“You know what nevermind” Jack grunts as he scrunches his eyebrows up in discomfort.

“Okay this is getting too weird now. Hey, Y/N can we get Zecchia please” Lilith asks, seemingly annoyed

You sigh loudly, clearly annoyed that your fun was about to be wrapped up “fine. But i want to see you again” you say, stroking Hamish’s hair out of his face.

“Why does she have to go? Can’t she stay for a little longer?” Hamish pleads, but is shut down by Lilith giving him a death stare whilst growing towards him.

“It’s okay, she’s right. Okay well this was amazing. Call me again” you say as you wink towards Hamish, who’s knees buckle slightly. You walk towards the middle of the room and straighten yourself up, lifting the strap of your top back onto your shoulder.

“Nice to see you, lovelies” you give a little wave with your hand, then click your fingers and disappear. The Knights all glare round to Hamish, who straightens himself up and buttons his waistcoat back up.

“Have fun there buddie?” Randall quips, smirking slightly at his friend

Hamish doesn’t say anything, he just looks down in embarrassment

“Oh, and you might wanna-“ Randall gestures for him to wipe his lips, as Jack and Lilith silently chuckle from the other side of the room.

It’s safe to say, you left your imprint on Hamish Duke...and he won’t be forgetting that any time soon.

Let me know what you guys thought, and of you want any more fanfic :)

[slashfuhrer]

I swear these posters for the Killing of a Sacred Deer are pure art

[dean-winchesters-gardian-angel]

The Same Bed - Chapter 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights they have and their reliance on each other.

Word count: 2044

Warnings: Fluff, angst, blood, description of injury, swearing, heated scene, slow burn.

A/N: “Welcome to the end” as chuck so bluntly put it. This is the last chapter of The Same Bed and as exited as I am for the story to conclude and for you all read it, I am as much saddened by its departure. It’s been a highlight of my week. I love Fridays but to me it’s as mch because of the weekend as it is because of my posting the next chapter. You have all been so kind and your reactions to this story are so heartening but alas this is the end. Not to say there wont be more to come ;) So for the last time on The Same Bed; Read it, enjoy and I’ll see you on the other side. There’s a tag list, so be sure to tell me if you want in, as well as a masterlist so be sure to check it out. As are all that came before; Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

Series masterlist

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They sat in the bathroom without a word while Y/N pulled the glass from his palm. The occasional flinch would draw her attention up to his face. His eyes were half-closed all cockiness washed away. This was the Dean no one else got to see. The Dean that was allowed to feel pain even if from the comparatively small cuts on his hand though to anyone else they were considered bad and warranted a visit to the hospitable for stitches. This Dean didn’t use all his energy blocking out natural reaction to stimulus or emotions. This was Y/Ns Dean.

Y/N was delicate as one could be when removing glass from an open wound. She cleaned his lacerations with alcohol holding it over the sink as the reddened liquid pooled in his palm and streamed along his skin, dripping off the back of his hand. She rinsed off his hand and dried it before taking a bandage wrap from the kit and spinning it around his hand. Tapping the ends securely, she looked up at him. Y/N cupped his face urging him to look at her but as a result, Dean squeezed his eyes shut leaning into her hold, before pulling away avoiding her gaze.

“We should go to bed.” Dean nodded acknowledging her whisper. She followed Dean back to his room. He picked up the glass on the floor and nightstand as she watched him from the doorway. She took a step forward.

“You can’t stay here.” Y/N scoffed as Dean hardly even glanced over his shoulder moving the glass into the little garbage can next to the nightstand.

“Why the hell not? I don’t care how much you hate me, Dean, I’m just trying to help you.”

“I don’t hate you…”

“Seriously? You can’t even look at me god damn it! Dean what have I done to you other than support you! I don’t deserve this! You kick me out! You ignore me! You have no right to treat me this way!  I helped with your nightmares! With anything you asked me to and even when you don’t ask me to, I’m there for you Dean! I deserve an explanation! That's the very least I deserve!” Dean spun around quick as a wink. He’s been expecting this but nonetheless hoped they’d manage to avoid it. He had scripted what he’d say though apparently, he subconsciously knew what he truly wanted to say because given the opportunity he went off.

“Because I fell in love with you! I was better off pushing you away and hurting you myself than risk losing you because I was too caught up with loving you. To get distracted and miss something on a hunt! Or have some demon take you and hurt you to get to me! I had to push you away because I fell in love with you!”

“That makes two of us Dean! You think you’re the only one with feelings! You really think pushing me away is going to stop me from getting hurt!? And you’re hardly careless enough to miss something on a hunt because you were distracted by me! Also, how dare you blame me for that Dean, what you’re saying is utter bullshit! God, I just want to punch you right now, knock a little sense in into that brain of yours, you’re being so stupid! You’re also not the only one with enemies! I’ve killed countless demons! Maybe you’ll be the one taken and tortured to get to me huh! Ever think of that! I’m not asking for a goddamn marriage proposal Dean! I want my friend back! I want you back Dean you have no idea how much I miss you!”

“‘That makes two of us?’ You’re in love with me too?” Dean was looking down at his aching palm, holding it in his healthy hand.

“Did you completely ignore everything I just said after that?” 

“No, no I heard you, and you’re right. I have no excuse for the way I treated you and you do deserve better. And God did I miss you too. I’m really, truly sorry.”

“Good, you should be.” He could hear the smile on her lips before he looked up to see it. “That’s the most ridiculous reason I’ve ever heard for pushing someone away by the way.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Also, really unfair.” The smile was gone again.

“I know.” She laughed softly.

“Dean you realize I’ve loved you for -- jeez -- for forever. Notice I didn’t push you away when I became aware of it.”

“Forever? Like since we met?”

“Yeah, and I still outlasted you before turning into a complete dick.” Dean chuckled looking up to the women he now openly loved. She had moved closer to him and the door had been closed.

“Yeah, I was really just sick of you being so nice but look at you know.” His words were laced with sarcasm as he smirked, awaiting her reaction.

“Well, you did say you loved me so I guess I can stop now.” She took a step closer just as Dean did.

“It was that spaghetti sauce you made. I love a woman who can cook.” Another step closer.

“That, I must say, is one of your more sexist comments.” She reached for his hips pulling him against her body.

“Well, I guess since I’ve made one, I might as well make another. You’re mine.” His hands came to her cheeks as his eyes bore into her own.

“That’s not sexist, that just possessive.” Y/N had never been one to welcome possession in that way. She was her own person and would be treated as such, but the way Dean said it didn’t imply possession or ownership, it implied protection. He was promising that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe and she knew he would.

“I mean it though, you’re mine.”

“As long as you’re mine.” Dean didn’t waste any time, responding with a strong, insistent kiss. His demands were met as she pressed her lips against his. Their moves were synchronized, hands sliding over shoulders and under shirts, feet ambitiously stepping towards the bed, lips sucking on whatever skin they could get at, eyes closed as the verbal communication had been put to a minimum, all words translated into touches. Dean backed his way to the bed dropping his weight gracefully while still holding Y/N as she braced herself on her hands on each side of Dean's shoulders. Y/N moaned into the kiss as she straddled Dean's hips, moving her hand under the hem of his shirt sliding them over his taut torso. They parted, catching their breath as she rested her forehead on his breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, with a smile.

“Dean.”

“I know,” He opened his eyes brushing her hair from hers to look into them. “hunt tomorrow.” She smiled holding back a giggle.

“I was really hoping you would forget about that and just kiss me again.”

“I still can.” He leaned up capturing her lips with his. “We really should sleep though.”

“I know but,” She kisses him again working her hands over his body “I really don’t want to.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said as he sat up holding her in his lap kissing her once more. “I really, really want to, but there’s this part of me that wants to do this properly.” He brushed more hair from her face to behind her ear cupping her cheek.

“Properly?”

“A date, dinner, a movie maybe.”

She chuckled. “That’s lame. But I accept.”

“You realize you’re the cheese ball romantic who forced me to watch Grease.”

“Not anymore, mister ‘I don’t sleep with a girl before I take her out.’ Also, you love Grease.” He kissed her again acting as though he couldn’t get enough of her, which, had she asked him, was true.

“Sleep then?” She asked.

“Yes, please. Haven’t slept properly in two nights.”

“How’s your hand?” They shuffled around in the bed to be in their respective spots.

“It’ll be fine. Thank you by the way, for taking care of me even when I really didn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Just promise me you won’t push me when I try to help you next time, okay?”

“Nuh-uh, it's my turn to help you.”

“You know,” She lifted her hand for him to take which he did only to pull her over into his arms. “to be fair you had the opportunity to help me a couple of seconds ago, but you turned me down.” There was a smirk on her face as she looked up to him from his chest.

“Oh, don’t you worry your little head about that. I’ll make sure you get all the help you need…and more” He winked at her before kissing the top of her head as they did their collective best to fall asleep.

“Dean?”

“Mmm.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“What are your nightmares about?” There was a substantially long pause in which Y/N considered telling Dean not to worry about telling her if he didn’t want to but he finally answer. Though it was a whisper, it rang through the room being the only sound to be heard.

“They used to be of my mum, or Sammy getting hurt.”

“And now?”

“You.”

“I’m not that scary am I?” Fully aware that that wasn’t why him dreaming of her was scary, Y/N rubbed his chest with her hand in a reassuring manner. She managed to get a chuckle out of him though.

“No…you dying. I’ve lost you thousands of times in thousands of different ways. And I’m never able to save you.” He stopped there fearing he’d sob if he kept going, nevertheless losing the battle against a single tear that ran its path on the side of his face. Y/N turned gently in his grip holding his face against her hand to kiss him tenderly.

“I’m not going anywhere, Winchester… Promise.”

“You can’t promise something like that.”

“Sure, I can. I just did, didn’t I?”

“Y/N—“ “Dean. Stop worrying, just stop. Let it all go. I’m right here, I’m in your arms, alive and safe. Stop worrying about what could happen, be thankful for what you have. With the life we live Dean, it’s the only realistic way of being happy.” Dean took what she said to heart though it would inevitably be hard to follow through.

“I promise to try.”

“That’s all I ask… me huh... you dream about me.” Y/N was flattered though unmistakably hurting on behalf of Dean.

“What can I say, I’m hopelessly devoted to you.”

“I knew you love that movie, and don’t even try to deny it Dean-o”

“Still sounds stupid.” Dean said with his eyes closed referring to his nickname.

“Good” There was a giggle before they settled. With one last kiss she rested her head over his heart and fell asleep closely followed by Dean.

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They never go to ‘properly’, instead, agreeing, after a not so long talk, that they had had enough dinners and movie nights to last a lifetime— though they wouldn’t write off their traditional movie night. In reality, they were both too impatient after sleeping in the same bed, the sexual tension had become tangible. They had also come to an agreement to continue sharing the same bed seeing as it was the only way either would sleep properly, holding hands of course. Y/N had gotten hurt on multiple occasions and Dean naturally blamed himself. Meanwhile, Y/N didn’t give in to his behaviour; telling him to grow up and that ‘Shit happens’ as she politely put it before telling Dean to get the first aid kit or back in bed seeing as he always picked the topic back up before going to sleep. Dean had also gotten hurt on several occasions as well, though Y/N would help him without a word. Y/N didn’t care about how many times she would get hurt and Dean was the same with himself. They were both happy at the end of the day, as long as they got to fall asleep in the same bed.

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A/N: I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been here since the beginning as much as those who have join since; I appreciate you all.

I had so much fun writing this story and even more fun having you read it. I’ve gotten so much love out of writing this and it’s thanks to my readers. So thank you. 

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[judge-dragon]

Things I've Learned From My Ghosthunting Family

If you hear a voice in an allegedly haunted building or area don't answer. By now it's time to Smudge-N-Go.

Bring offerings. Food, Drinks, etc. Being a ghost takes a lot of energy and though you probably won't see them eat/drink the item they will gain energy from it.

Compasses will work in place of an EMF Meter.

Do not point the EMF Meter/Compass at metal or windows, they will give you false readings. This also means that not every reading you see will be correct.

It's best to bring a friend.

Do not sleep/stay in the area for more than 12-24 hours (depending on what happened in the area you may not want to sleep there at all).

Bring batteries for everything.

If you go into an area and end up in The Backrooms, start counting the seconds. One Mississippi, Two Mississippi, Three Mississippi, and so on and so forth. AND STAY IN ONE AREA.

Do NOT take anything unless you're willing to part with something. It's best not to take anything though.

If things get cold, congrats, you found something. Smudge-N-Go.

If you see a weird snailtrail, congrats, you found something. Smudge-N-Go.

If you hear someone calling your name but sounds like a broken or scratched old record that has a weird wavy sound, congrats, you found something. Smudge-N-Go.

Be kind to the spirits. If one is toying with you or you wish to stay longer simply ask, "May I stay longer?" If something more happens then you might want to leave.

Holy Water and Garlic Water will be your two best friends.

So will a holy symbol (doesn't matter if it's the Christian Cross or a Giant Flying Spaghetti Monster pendant. If it makes you feel safe that's all that matters).

If you get hurt by an unknown force, leave immediately.

Do NOT use a Ouija board but if you do be sure to bury them far away from each other and far away from the area. Burning them will result in the spirits being free in our world. You may have the wrong spirit. Not only could this anger them (depending on the spirit) but they might come for you or wreak havoc.

Note: These rules may vary from place to place and this is just the beginning of rules my family taught me. These rules are from my Grandpa's (my mom's dad) side of the family as they have been ghost/cryptid/demon hunting for a long, long time.

~ Stay Haunted

[marnie1964]

Karate Kid/Cobra Kai survey

i'm gonna consider myself tagged

It’s the year 2021 and you’re obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?: an unexpected turn of events but it's passing the quarantine, i guess!

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?:  to be completely honest, i don't really like the movies? i didn't vibe with them as a kid and when i went back and tried to watch them this year i couldn't make it all the way through.* i think they're well crafted movies, but i've never liked relatable young boy wish fulfillment (i couldn't even get thru harry potter as a kid), and i think the first one is guilty of burying the lede twice over with regards to mr. miyagi and later the relationship between kreese and johnny. and lucky me--these are exactly the areas that cobra kai delivers on.

*except for the third one, which imo is a camp masterpiece and also genuinely heartbreaking. it's the only one that allows daniel to be an genuine pain in the ass. i think i've finally figured out what the target audience for cobra kai is: people who's favorite karate kid movie was tkk3 (me).

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character: johnny! what is a man but a miserable pile of bruce springsteen lyrics? or aimee mann lyrics? or mountain goats lyrics? or otis redding lyrics? or--fuck, have americans ever written songs about anyone else? i have an unreal amount of good will towards this man and his late-life struggle for recuperation. he's the heart of the show both in terms of his relationships with other characters and in terms of zabka's chemistry with the other actors.

my deep dark double secret fave is kreese. he makes me feel real anger in a way that's usually reserved for characters in vince gilligan shows. i'm a bit obsessed with him and his preoccupation with johnny and later johnny's teenaged son (I Have Thoughts). the show does a great job of making what he did to johnny--and all the years and years and years of fallout from that--feel really real, which makes him one of the most viscerally despicable villains i've ever come across . it's unironically among the best portrayals of domestic abuse i've seen, may god have mercy on our souls. the decision to pop out from behind a fucking cardboard cutout of himself to scare daniel in tkk3 was also a hilarious galaxy brain move. aspirational stuff.

also--shout out to daniel-san. the writers really had to work their asses off to make him into a character that appeals to me, and i think they did a great job of it. he's a cringey tool who's capable of displaying a surprising amount of integrity under the right circumstances! he's tom wambsgans! he's pete campbell! he's wonderful i love him!

Favorite ship:  johnny & daniel (what if mysterious skin was a sports comedy??)

Underrated character: the True and Correct answer to this question can only be aisha, although i don't think she was actually underrated by anyone besides the writers. chozen is also lowkey my favorite katate child because c'mon, he had everything (spear fights! ziplines! teen death matches! formfitting disco-era polyester button down shirts worn with gold chains!)

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):  uhhhh... the only teen couple that could have been interesting is tory/aisha. they were cute together and their friendship rang true to me. it's that thing where you're the new girl and you're conventionally attractive, but on the inside you know you're a freak so you immediately gravitate towards the most obvious female outsider. i lived it, bay-bey!

i also think there are interesting things to explore with carmen and johnny's relationship. i don't know if the writers are even aware of it (i lean towards no b/c men amirite) but the entire premise of carmen's character is that she chose to live in poverty to protect herself and her son from a bad man with power. she's thereby the exact opposite of johnny's mother, who (at least by his understanding) married hollywood film producer shmarvey shmeinstein to provide her son with a better life. so, there's a lot to unpack in his attraction to her. also they're super hot hur hur i like sexy nurse thing hur hur.

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?: i can't look directly at it, but sweep the leg. zabka what the fuck man.

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?:  i don't think i've seen anyone mention this one yet, but the football jersey with the sweatpants. it makes him look so small and huggable, i wanna pick him up and set him on my shelf or something.

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver: bring back ali's lesbian girl gang!!! or else--dutch. he was funny and iconic, i loved his exaggerated offended reaction to everything daniel said or did in tkk. also, i'm tacky so i'm a sucker for aggressively bleach blonde hair. the SCANDALIZED wasp couple standing behind ali and johnny in the spaghetti scene will also do. or terry's secretary (an mvp--i believe the original actress has passed away so in my heart of hearts she's portrayed by j. smith-cameron).

Scene that lives in your head rent-free: the whole character development speed run that johnny does from sweep the leg to crying while handing daniel the trophy to getting strangled in the parking lot by his beloved teacher. i'm especially transfixed by that last bit--what's the thought process of a man who decides to publicly execute his teenage student via strangulation? why did none of the many bystanders call the police? johnny is the real kitty genovese, prison for everyone.

from the cobra kai series proper: daniel's decision to greet johnny with a big hug after not seeing him for 35 years and never actually being friends with him (I Have Thoughts), the heinously creepy scene where johnny is repeating the cobra kai mantra for miguel and his entire disposition completely changes (demonic possession shit), and johnny's tiny go-ahead-and-kill-my-abuser nod (his face is so stoney after being so animated at dinner) coupled with daniel's shaky little sign of relief (macchio is really the cutest when he looks scared).

it goes without saying that every johnny & miguel scene lives rent free in my HEART.

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?: anthony becomes relevant for one (1) episode next season when amanda and daniel finally get around to putting him up for adoption.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war.  Which dojo do you join?:  i enter the cobra kai dojo decked out in all of my snake-themed clothing and jewelry (it's a lot). i approach kreese and explain to him that the open mouth of a snake, viewed head-on, is a yonic symbol. i am permanently banned from the cobra kai dojo.

(seriously though, assuming i'm a teen in this scenario i think i would have vibed with tory/miguel/aisha. dimitri and sam would have driven high school me up the fucking wall though. the cobra kai style looks like more fun/better exercise. do i also genuinely believe most young girls could actually benefit from someone yelling no mercy down their neck? maybe so 💖)

What’s your training montage song?:  50ft queenie - pj harvey (it takes place in the alison bechdel feminist karate dojo ofc)

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?: it's a full episode flashback to the time johnny got arrested in albuquerque, new mexico. johnny's court-appointed attorney is a weirdly hot babe who seems like a super straight laced killjoy at first, but soon reveals herself to be an unhinged woman. one thing leads to another, and johnny winds up in bed with her and her loser husband. there are lots of great themes about punitive justice, people's ability to change for the better (and worse), and what makes someone "good" or "bad" to begin with, but mostly it's just really hot sex. the husband tries to sell johnny a prepaid cellphone and johnny tell's him that cellphones are never gonna catch on, cause who want's to be bothered by people all the time like that?

better call saul. it's a better call saul crossover ep.

(fwiw think that greg 'hbo succession' hirsch should also be terry's cousin greg on the non-roy side. think about it--the roys are small people, but cousin greg is really tall?? and who else is really tall, and a blue eyed brunette to boot? terry silver. it all adds up! this never becomes relevant to the plot, in any case, i'm just considering it canon until the writers come to my house and explicitly tell me i'm wrong.)

Tagging: anyone who's interested 😘

[hollyxqx]

chained  //  yoongi  //  01

↪ PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader ↪ SUMMARY: Min Yoongi, a demon, has been ordered to protect you as punishment for his crimes; no matter what...and he's not happy about it. ↪ WORD COUNT: 6.3k 

↪ WARNINGS: dubious consent | blood | violence | attempted sexual assault | filthy demon sex

ONE | TWO | THREE

Her? Seriously?

Those were the first thoughts that entered Yoongi's mind when his target was revealed to him. He was sat on a chair in the courtroom with a guard on either side of him, each one had a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place. Not that he would have dared move, anyway. He had caused enough trouble, which had landed him in this precarious position in the first place. And now he was paying the price.

Being a demon there were rules and restrictions they had to follow; just like humans. Yoongi had broken not just one but many of them. He'd killed another demon. He'd killed an ancient demon, which was considered heinous. You were to respect your elders, not kill them. The ultimate sin. He was lucky he wasn't being obliterated.

Instead, his punishment was you.

Apparently you were important for a human. Just looking at you, Yoongi couldn't see why, you looked like every other human to him. But according to the Judge you were going to be the mother of a baby who allow demons to finally live freely on earth. Something his kind had strived for since being banished from the planet thousands of years ago. You were the one to change that. Allegedly.

He was ordered to protect you. At all costs. Your life was essentially in his hands. The last thing he wanted was this kind of responsibility, this burden. Especially considering if he failed and you died, he would too. A demon's death wasn't exactly painless either. It was far worse than any human could even imagine. It was the ultimate punishment.

"Do you have anything to say before you are banished to Earth?" The judge's voice reverberated throughout the room and straight through Yoongi. Even he found it frightening.

"No." Yoongi said, head hanging low. He had a smart mouth and did not trust himself to speak in that moment. Knowing him he would make it worse for himself.

"Then I hereby sentence you to protect the human Y/N. You may return when your task is complete."

With a pounding of the gavel, Yoongi's world went black as he was teleported to Earth to begin his prison sentence.

***

Earth always smelled strange to Yoongi. He had been here three times before, on hitman business of course, and it always smelled the same. Like humans, he thought to himself. Humans had a very distinct odour, it was their blood. They smelled metallic. Sometimes Yoongi could even smell their emotions, human pheromones were highly detectable by demons. Especially when they were scared or frightened, sometimes even when they were happy.

He had landed on the street that you lived on, but with nothing other than the clothes on his back. He looked down at his wrists. Tattoos had appeared around them, black intricate lace bands that looked pretty but were actually handcuffs, tying him to you. He peeked at his ankles, confirming his suspicion. Tattoos had appeared there too. Shackles to go with his handcuffs, he was a prisoner after all. He sighed. He needed to find some accommodation.

Instinctively he could sense you were near by. It must be part of the spell that was written within the tattoo. He assumed he would always be able to feel where you were and if you were in danger. He followed that feeling, walking to your apartment building. He would choose to stay here for convenience sake. If he had to save you at a moments notice at least he would be close by.

Yoongi walked in to the foyer. There was an office marked 'building manager' and he listened for a moment. His heightened sense of hearing allowing him to realise that no one was on the other side. He unlocked the door with force, breaking the handle as he did so and entered the room.

There was a filing cabinet to his right and he opened the top drawer and started rifling through. He was looking for a list of the building's tenants, for two reasons. One; he wanted to see if this definitely was your building and two; he wanted to see which would be the easiest apartment to take over. Ideally a single tenant. Dealing with a family would be...messy.

He hummed in satisfaction when he found exactly what it was looking for. His eyes quickly scanned the page and to his delight there Y/N L/N was. His instincts were right. Next he looked for his target. When he saw a single guys name in apartment 3B he knew that was where he would head next.

He put the file away and left the office, taking the stairs to the third floor. He reached 3B and knocked on the door. After a few seconds the door swung open and a middle aged man stood before him. "Hello," Yoongi said and used his powers to throw the man with extreme force backwards into his apartment. He hit the wall and instantly was unconscious. "Thanks for the apartment." Yoongi said, striding in and closing the door behind him.

Step one, completed.

***

You were struggling with your shopping bags as you awkwardly fumbled with the door to your building. It was your fault for going grocery shopping on an empty stomach. You practically bought everything in sight, your hunger getting the better of you. However, you managed to make it to the elevator and press the button for your floor. Just a few more minutes and you would be home and free of the heavy bags on your wrists.

You reached your apartment and as you struggled with the keypad one of your bags split open and the contents spilled all over the hallway. "Oh shit." You groaned at the mess. Carefully you placed the remaining bags on the floor and did your best to gather the spilled items. However one stray tin can had rolled away and you crept along after it.

"Does this belong to you?" An unknown hand had reached down and picked the can up, inspecting it with a smirk. His eyes went to you and he wiggled the can at you. You let out a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"Oh yes, guilty!" You smiled, standing up. "That's mine."

"Spaghetti hoops, huh?" He asked, grinning almost wickedly. Your face flushed with embarrassment and you cursed your impulse buying.

"I went shopping on an empty stomach, what can I say." He reached out and handed the can back to you. "Thanks."

"Do you need a hand with the rest?" He asked, gesturing to your shopping bags strewn on the floor.

"Oh no, it's ok, I got it. Thanks though." You replied with a wave of your hand.

"If you're sure..." He trailed off. "I'm new to the building. May I ask your name?"

"Welcome," You said brightly. "I'm Y/N. And you?"

His eyes flashed with something you didn't recognise and it made you uneasy.

"Yoongi."

***

Yoongi paced the length of his stolen apartment, mind ablaze. After meeting you in the flesh earlier that day he knew exactly why he had been assigned to you, of all humans. You weren't like the rest of them. He suddenly understood why you were so special. And it was all because he had an almost uncontrollable urge to eat you. He wanted to devour you slowly.

He'd never had that feeling for a human before, ever - and he had been around a lot of them. You didn't smell like any human he'd ever come across either. You smelled sweet. Like sugar. It was bizarre to him. He wasn't even aware that it was possible to feel this way about a human. To his knowledge it had never happened before. He couldn't even contact anyone in the demon world to ask for more information.

As he continued pacing he felt something strange in his chest. That's new, he thought. Was it you? He paused for a moment, closing his eyes trying to focus on the feeling. It was you. But it didn't feel good. Something was wrong.

Suddenly, he was overcome with the urge to find you as this new feeling in his chest worsened. He didn't know how he knew it but he was certain you were in danger. Immediately he left the apartment and just let his feet guide him, trusting his gut instinct. He made his way down the stairs and out the building. His chest was burning now, he knew you were close.

As he scanned the parking lot he spotted you. You were pressed up against the wall where the trash bins were, hidden away from the world and a man was holding you at gunpoint, trying to snatch your purse from you. Yoongi rushed over and using his demon strength he lifted the man by the scruff of his collar, easily pulling him off you. With his free hand he casually snatched the gun out of his hand, to prevent the man from doing any damage. Yoongi didn't miss the wide eyed look of shock on your face.

Yoon giacted on instinct, twisting the man's head, instantly snapping his spinal cord. He crumbled down to the ground in a heap, dead. You screamed.

"Are you ok?" Yoongi asked you. He could hear your heartbeat and the smell of your fear almost turned him on. It radiated from you, filling his nostrils and making his brain cloudy. You didn't reply. "Are you?" He urged.

"Y-y-you, you - he's d-dead." You stuttered, raising a shaky hand to point at the body. Yoongi hadn't even thought twice about killing the man. He was a demon. Killing humans was normal for him. They were weak and inferior, their lives didn't mean much to him.

"He was going to kill you." Yoongi stated the obvious.

"You can't just kill people!" You hissed. He shrugged.

"He was only human. Not much of a loss." He said simply. Your face twisted in confusion at his words. No one told him he couldn't tell you what he was. He wasn't breaking any rules....as far as he was aware. "How did this even happen?" He asked, gesturing to the body.

"He followed me home..." You whispered. Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment. You're trembling voice and frightened demeanour combined with the smell of you was threatening to overcome him. He needed to be in control and you were making it difficult. "Why did you do that?" You asked shakily.

His eyes slowly opened again. "To save you."

"How did you know where I was?" You looked at him with such large, innocent doe eyes it almost made him want to bite into your flesh there and then. If only you knew what a monster he was, you wouldn't be gazing at him like that.

"I felt it." He said, eyes hardening as he looked at you. You looked bewildered.

"You...felt it?" You queried. He nodded. "How?"

"I'm not what you think I am, Y/N." He said quietly. "Go inside. I'll get rid of him." You didn't move and it frustrated him. He strode over to you and in one swift move, picked you up and forcibly took you back in to the building. He ignored your cries to put you down until you were at the elevators. "Go home." He instructed, giving you one more stern look before walking away.

"Wait!" You shouted but he ignored you. He had a body to dispose of.

***

It had been hours since you made it home and your heart was still hammering in your chest. What you had just witnessed outside made you question everything about your strange new neighbour. He had said some incredibly odd things that you could not forget, no matter how hard you tried to push them out of your mind. Yet, without him there was a high chance you would have been six feet under now. The thought made you restless, doing nothing to calm your shaking hands.

You thought about trying to find Yoongi's apartment, in a wild attempt to pry any answers you could from the man. You realised, with a sigh, you had no idea which door belonged to him. You'd have to wait for another chance encounter, and even then, you weren't guaranteed anything.

You made yourself some tea and with trembling hands you wandered over to the window ledge. Looking at the night sky was always calming to you and you loved this little nook where you could sit in your apartment. All you wanted now was calmness, after the chaos of the earlier evening. However something caught your eye in the parking lot. It was Yoongi.

He was stalking across the concrete, almost prowling and you noticed something animalistic in the way that he moved. His shoulders were hunched slightly and his brow furrowed with what looked like fury. It sent a shiver through you. It was only when he crudely used the back of his forearm to wipe his mouth clean did you notice the blood on his face. It covered the whole lower half, spilling down on to his neck and shirt. Was he injured? What was going on?

It was as if he could feel your eyes on him. As if by magic he paused, looking up directly to your window. You gasped, spilling some tea on the ground as you leapt back, caught. How could he have possibly known you were standing there? It was late, and dark. Any normal person would be long asleep.

You waited a moment before cautiously leaning forward to peek out the window again, but he was gone.

***

Weeks turned in to months and although you didn't see Yoongi you never forgot about him. It was strange to you how he could just vanish like that and you even questioned that he might have moved out. You were just going to have to accept that this person did something heroic for you once upon a time and that was it. Part of you wanted to thank him but you'd never be able to.

You were sitting at the red light, fingers aimlessly drumming along to the car stereo as you hummed along with the song. You were in no real rush to get home so you didn't mind the wait. Suddenly, a banging on the window caused you to almost leap out your seat. You turned to the source of the noise, mouth falling agape when your eyes locked with Yoongi.

"Get out the car!" He practically screamed, banging furiously on the window. He tried to open the driver door but it was locked, the handle clicking adding to his frustration. You were utterly bewildered. "Y/N listen to me! You need to get out now."

You rolled the window down as you frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?" You asked, incredulously.

Yoongi said nothing, leaning inside the open window and unlocking the door. He then proceeded to swing the drivers door wide open and made quick work of your seatbelt. He ignored your cries of protest, choosing to essentially rip you out of the car. In a moment you were in his arms being dragged to the pavement. "What the hell are you doing?!" You yelled, hitting your fists against his chest, struggling in his grip.

He said nothing, however your question was answered for you when a car came careering into the side of yours, crushing the metal where you had been sitting only moments ago. The sound of metal hitting metal rang in your ears and you gasped loudly in shock. "Saving your ass, again. You're welcome." Yoongi said almost smugly. He let go of you and you almost crumpled into a heap, legs weak from fright.

"H-how? How did you know?" Your voice was hoarse. You looked up at him wide eyed in terror.

"I felt that you were in trouble." Was his vague reply, much the same as the last time you had questioned him.

"That would have killed me." You stated the obvious. "You saved my life. Again."

"You're a fucking headache, you know that?" Yoongi said suddenly angry, pointing a finger at you. "You're the most troublesome human I've ever come across."

There he went using the word 'human' again, almost as if it was an insult. As if he wasn't human himself. "I didn't ask you to do that!" You retorted, matching his anger. "That was your choice!"

"It's not my fucking choice." He uttered darkly. His eyes narrowed at you. "Stay out of trouble, Y/N." And with that he turned to leave. You were quick this time though, reaching out to grab his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. He turned slowly to look at you.

"What does that mean?" You asked. He shook his head, refusing to answer. "Will you at least let me thank you properly this time?"

"How are you going to do that?" He scoffed, shrugging your arm off him.

"I was hoping you could tell me." You offered, somewhat shyly. You couldn't let him get away this time and disappear for months again. "Let me just sort out my car and I'll buy you coffee or food or something. Please."

You didn't care how desperate you sounded, you just need to make sure he wouldn't leave. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine, whatever."

***

Yoongi couldn't believe he was sitting opposite you in a fucking human coffee shop of all places. The only reason he'd even agreed to it, aside from the pitiful look on your face, was because he was getting bored living on earth. All he did was wait around for you to get in some petty human danger so he could step in and save the day. After months he'd had enough.

The two of you were sat in a quiet corner of the coffee shop as you sipped a latter. Yoongi had ordered as well but he didn't drink it, he just didn't want to pique your curiosity and invite awkward questions by not ordering anything. After all, you thought you were doing him a favour. He smirked to himself. Cute, he thought. Humans are dumb.

"Will you tell me how you knew where I was today?" You asked in a small voice, stirring your coffee absent mindedly. Yoongi audibly sighed.

"Call it intuition." He replied, watching you curiously. He'd never seen you in daylight before and he took the time to study your features. You were attractive, by human standards, that was for sure. His eyes roamed your face, down to your neck and he could see the veins there. It took everything in him not to lick his lips as he imagined his teeth sinking into your flesh.

"Intuition..." You repeated, your voice trailing off. "Is it the same intuition that brought you to me before? That night I was mugged?"

Yoongi nodded.

"You're like my guardian angel or something." You joked, letting out a little laugh.

"I'm no angel, Y/N." He said darkly. You watched him carefully. "Trust me."

"What are you?" You said quietly, eyes never leaving his.

"I'm a bad guy." He said, unable to resist enjoying how you visibly tensed at the words. He couldn't help it, he loved when you were scared. He licked his lips. "I'd be your worst nightmare if I was allowed."

"What does that mean?" You asked cautiously.

"I told you before; I'm not what you think I am." Yoongi replied, leaning his forearms on the table, edging closer to you. "Human." He whispered deviously. Your face contorted in confusion, mouth falling open in shock.

"Human?" You whispered. "What are you?"

"Let's just say...I'm a prisoner." He offered.

"I don't understand." You frowned.

"You're not supposed to." Yoongi couldn't help but crack a smile at your expression. Oddly, he enjoyed teasing you. "I guess you'll be needing a ride home?" He asked, switching the subject. Yoongi had recently been able to acquire a car, having learned to drive a long time ago.

"Oh...." Your voice faded away at the realisation. "Yeah. Yeah I will."

"Follow me." He instructed, slipping out of his chair and making his way to the door. You reluctantly trailed behind.

***

Months passed again and still no sign of Yoongi.

It wasn't like you missed him exactly. It was more a winding curiosity about him. After the day he joined you for coffee and dropped you home you felt like you had even more questions than before.

A thought occurred to you, maybe there was a way you could summon him. He appeared whenever you were in danger, so logically...if you were in danger again, that would cause him to show his face, right? Why didn't you realize this earlier? You could have seen him months ago. The only question now was, how exactly do you put yourself in harms way without dying or getting seriously injured.

Acting on impulse you grabbed your jacket and keys and made your way outside. You had an idea. A risky one, nonetheless, but an idea.

You made your way downtown, to an area you knew was dodgy, especially at this time of night. It was notorious for prostitution and gang violence, often appearing in the news when there were gun related deaths. A place you'd never go before, but now you had a guardian angel. You had a sense of confidence you didn't have before.

As you walked you heard catcalls and whistles from the men sat drinking on the side of the street. You ignored them as you strode by, unsure of what the next part of your plan should be. However you didn't have to think for too long because someone was approaching you.

"Hey baby, how much?" A man was leering over you, a sneer on his lips. He had a silver tooth and a menacing looking face tattoo, like a stereotypical bad guy.

"I-I-I'm not a - " You stammered, backing away from him. He noticed and grabbed your forearm, snatching you close to him.

"I know a whore when I see one." He breathed, his disgusting breath tickling your face. You screwed your face up at the sensation, trying to yank your arm back. His grip only tightened.

"You've got the wrong idea!" You shouted, struggling in his grasp. "I'm not."

"So does that mean you're free then?" He smirked. Before you knew it he was pulling you down an alley, his strength overwhelming you. You stumbled along behind him, fighting him the entire way. He seemed to enjoy your suffering.

He stopped under a light on the side of a building, harshly pushing you up against the brick wall, caging you in with the weight of his body. You heard him grunt as he gripped your hips tightly, pressing his hard length against you.

"Stop, please!" You whined, beating your fists against his chest. He had the audacity to laugh in your face.

He ripped open your blouse, buttons flying off and landed somewhere in the distance. The fear started bubbling in your chest and you began to scream. "Shut the fuck up." He hissed, a hand flying to your mouth, pressing his palm against your lips to muffle the sound. With his free hand he fumbled with his zipper on his jeans. You panicked and started to thrash against him but this only made him wedge his knee against you to hold you still.

Your jeans were next to go, shoved down to your knees along with your underwear. You started to panic, eyes wildly searching for any sign of Yoongi. Surely he would know you were in danger and come swooping in any moment now? The alley was deserted aside from you and the creep and some trash cans.

This was really happening. You were an idiot.

The man's hot breath was against your neck as he kneed your legs apart. You felt yourself start to sob, fighting to keep your legs closed. Before he could do the thinkable he was torn away from you, leaving you to collapse in a heap on the ground. Your theory had been right. Yoongi was here.

You watched as Yoongi threw the man on the ground as if he was a rag doll, giving him a harsh kick to the side as a good measure. The man groaned and rolled over but Yoongi wasn't done yet. He stood over him and picked him up by the throat, high enough that his feet dangled off of the ground. The man was choking and spluttering, grasping at the arm Yoongi was using to strangle him.

Yoongi's eyes were dark and thunderous, narrowed in to slits. His strength was terrifying. The man's eyes started to bulge as blood started to pour from his mouth. He was thrown to the ground and Yoongi was left standing there, pieces of the man's throat still clutched in his fist and you realised what had happened. He'd torn the man's throat out with his bare hand. Your mouth hung open in shock.

It was as if he finally remembered you were there, dark eyes turning towards you. He stalked over to you and for a moment you felt pure, unadulterated fear, wondering what was going to happen next. Instead, he offered a hand to you and you scrambled to your feet. His eyes shifted uncomfortably, desperately trying to avoid looking at your naked lower half and you hastily pulled your jeans and underwear back up. However, your top was still broken and you shivered exposed in the cold night air.

"Here." Yoongi was offering you his leather jacket and as he looked at your bare chest you blushed. You slipped it on, zipping it up. "What the fuck are you even doing here?!" He hissed. You finally met his eyes and you could see his jaw was clenched, a vein popping in his neck.

"I was walking." You said quietly.

"In this area? Are you fucking stupid?!"

"I-I didn't realise."

"You are a fucking nightmare." Yoongi gripped you by the elbow and began to drag you out of the alley. You followed almost dutifully behind, scared to speak incase he got angrier.

You didn't get any catcalls this time as you walked with his protective arm over you. He said nothing as you walked and you knew by the route he was taking that you were headed back home.

"I'm sorry!" You eventually squeaked. He gave you a dark look.

"Do you do this crazy shit on purpose?" He muttered. You remained silent.

It wasn't long before he was leading your shaking body into your apartment, closing the door behind you. You realised this was the first time he'd ever been inside your home. You stood awkwardly a few feet apart from each other. His head was low, avoiding looking at you. "Thanks for saving me. Again."

"It's not my choice." He uttered lowly. He looked tense, almost as if he was in pain.

"Still. I appreciate it."

"I've never seen a human who gets themselves into so many dangerous situations. Have you ever thought you might be cursed?" He sneered, running a distressed hand through his hair. He began pacing your living room, almost as if he was frantic.

"Um...are you ok?" You asked tentatively.

He didn't stop pacing. "It's you." He said gesturing to you, still not meeting your eyes. "I can't deal with this."

"No one's forcing you to help me!" You replied. He let out a mocking laugh.

"That's exactly it y/n. Someone is forcing me to help you. I don't have a choice." He stopped pacing to look at you. "You are my punishment, because being around you was the worst thing the council could think of."

"What?" You stammered, bewildered.

"See these?" He rolled up his sleeves, showing you his wrists where there were intricate black, almost lacy tattoos. "And this?" He yanked down the collar of his t-shirt and you saw a similar pattern around his neck. "These are spells. They are shackles, tying me to you. I couldn't escape you even if I tried."

"Spells? What are you talking about? This is a weird joke, Yoongi."

"Do you know what I am, y/n?" He said huskily, licking his lips. You were frightened again. He took a step towards you and you took one back. "I'm a demon."

"No you're not." You utter weakly, not entirely convinced of the words yourself.

"But I am." He took another step forward. "How do you explain half of the stuff you've seen me do then? Hmm?"

"I-I don't know."

He stood an arms length away from you now. "It's torture for me being around you."

"Why?" You whispered, feeling a little guilty and a little let down.

"Because the smell of your blood drives me fucking crazy."

He was mere inches from your face now and you noticed his eyes were a different colour than they were before. Instead of the black orbs you had become familiar with his eyes were a fiery hazel shade, blazing with something you didn't quite recognise. Whatever it was, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"So you are a vampire now?" You shot back, feigning all the confidence you didn't have in that moment. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head.

"I told you what I am. Demon's have bloodlust too." He gripped the jacket you were wearing - his jacket - and pulled you towards him. "Your scent is going to be all over this now." He murmured.

"Is that a bad thing?" Your voice came out whisper like. It was overwhelming to be this close to him. A demon. Someone you've watched kill twice now. Someone who could kill you in a heartbeat.

"No. It's not."

His head dipped low into the crook of your neck, nose running over the skin. You should have pushed him away but something in you was almost enjoying it. After a few moments his lips brushed your neck and instantly you felt your skin heat up at his touch. He planted a soft kiss  before you felt his tongue lap at your flesh. It was dizzyingly pleasurable. He must have been enjoying it as well because he groaned.

His teeth began to scrape at your skin and you panicked. He was going to bite you. "Yoongi," You said fearfully, trying to push him away. "Stop."

It was almost as if you had burned him because he leapt away from you. His eyes were spaced, almost as if he was drunk, lips plump and swollen. "Sorry. I didn't mean to. I got carried away."

"Is it because of my...my blood?" You asked curiously. He nodded.

"I should go. Are you going to be able to stay out of trouble or do I need to stay and babysit you human?" He asked.

"Stay." The words left your lips before you could think about it. He quirked an eyebrow at you, as if questioning your sincerity. "I feel...safe when you're around."

"You shouldn't."

***

Yoongi lay on your sofa for that night, staring at the ceiling, still trying to process the fact that he was there. He'd agreed to stay for one night, neglecting to tell you the fact that being around you almost made him feel drunk on your scent. It only got worse the longer her spent around you. It was bordering on torturous now.

The sound of your footsteps interrupted his internal turmoil. You padded barefoot on the carpet to the kitchen, passing him as you went. He decided to get up and follow you. He nearly groaned out loud when he saw you were in nothing but an oversized tshirt. "Y/N." He spoke lowly. You gasped and dropped the glass you had been drinking water from. It smashed on the floor.

"Yoongi! You startled me."

He crossed the room using his entire body to push you up against the counter. You stumbled backward and he caged you in with his arms against the granite. "You can't wear stuff life this around me." He growled. His eyes swept your flimsy t-shirt. It was clear you didn't have a bra on. Yoongi wondered if you even had panties on.

"It's just a t-shirt." You said almost breathlessly.

"You don't understand how being around you affects me." He clutched at material of your shirt, balling it in his fist. He could barely contain himself when he heard your breath hitch.

"Yoongi." You whispered. His head dipped down to your neck, nose running over the flesh. You smelled even better than earlier. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer you, instead choosing to lick a long, hot stripe up your neck and to your jaw, giving him a small taste of you. He felt your skin ripple with goosebumps. You were frozen as he kissed your jaw, then your cheeks and then finally capturing your lips with his. To his surprise you let him, kissing him back, even moaning when his tongue slipped into your mouth.

Yoongi's brain was foggy as his tongue slid against yours, wet and dirty.  He pressed himself into you harder, a hand running up your shirt to grip your bare hip, keeping you in place against him. You gasped and pulled away when you felt his erection. It only made him move back to your neck where he started to suck on your skin. It was the only thing holding him back from biting you.

"I want you so bad, it's hurting me y/n." He said, slipping his other hand up your shirt and grinding his hips against you. "You feel that? You feel how hard I am. That's you."

"Can you even have sex?" You blurted, breath short from want.

He smirked. "Yep. And so much more."

He moved, lifting you up and placing you on the counter as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Lips returned to yours as his hands wandered over your breasts, twisting and rolling your nipples in his hands. As if on autopilot he lifted your shirt up and off your body so he could look at you, tossing it to the floor with little regard.

"Are you going to fuck me?" You asked, looking at him coyly.

"I'm going to ruin you." He replied devilishly.

Hands fisted your underwear, tearing them clean off your body as if to drive his point home. The elastic snapped against your skin. Yoongi stroked the outside of your bare pussy, keening when you shivered.

"Please touch me."

His finger slipped into your folds and he moaned out loud feeling how wet you were already. You wanted him too and it made his ego swell. "You've wanted this for a while haven't you? Wanted me to touch you like this?"

"N-no." You stammered.

"Lying is what bad girls do." He stopped stroking you and you whined. "I won't touch you again until you tell the truth."

"Yoongi, please."

His lips returned to your neck as his fingers danced over your thighs, teasing you. "That's why you were naughty tonight right? You wanted to see me. You've been thinking about me a lot huh?"

"Ok fine." You groaned. "I wanted to see you. I wanted you."

"Good girl."

He resumed touching you and enjoyed how you squirmed beneath him but the hardness between his legs was beginning to ache. He unzipped his jeans freeing his cock and pressed the tip of it at your entrance, gripping the back of your thighs. He was still fully clothed and you had a death grip on his t-shirt.

"Wait," You panted, pushing his chest. "Condom."

"I'm not human." He laughed. "You can't get pregnant."

Unable to wait any longer he pushed inside of you swiftly. You wailed at the stretch. He knew he was big and he knew he should have gone a bit slower but he was loosing any and all inhibitions. He started to fuck in to you, rough and controlling. You squeezed your eyes shut as you clung to him.

"Y/N." He whispered, tongue languidly lapping at your neck once more. He couldn't stay away. "I'm going to bite you."

You protested, shaking your head desperately but Yoongi was gone, past the point of no return. His teeth sank into your flesh and you cried out. He knew it would only hurt for second before the endorphins took over. A long, hot, red line dripped down your chest between your breasts. He moaned against your skin as he sucked the blood into his mouth. You tasted even better than he imagined.

Your pussy squeezed around him as you came, it made him light headed. Yoongi had to physically tear himself away from your neck before he did any real damage. He was scared he wouldn't be able to stop if he didn't.

Yoongi came a few thrusts later inside of you.

He pulled away to look at you as he came down from his high, feeling completely and utterly blissed out. You gave him a dreamy look. "Are you ok?" He said, voice low and breath ragged. You nodded. He gently put you down, a stark contrast to how he was fucking you before, his lust fuelled frenzy over.

"I'm going to be sore tomorrow." You said as you hobbled over to your discarded shirt and slipped it on. He readjusted his clothes and made himself decent as well. "Are you still going to stay?"

Yoongi scoffed. "I said I would didn't I?!"

"I'm going to go clean up." You looked at him as if you wanted to say something else but didn't. You left the kitchen and the regret of what he had done immediately began to sink in. He'd had sex with a human.

↪ chapter 02 

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[caprina-mints]

Hey, can I have a headcannon of eyeless jack, Jeff, clockwork, Toby finding their y/n asleep in the woods Gender neutral please 👌

Eyeless Jack :

✭ He'd Be pretty Damn angry at how careless you were.

✭ Who in the right mind would sleep in the middle of the woods completely vulnerable an unarmed!?

✭ Oh yeah.. You

✭ He wanted to teach you a lesson on the dangers of sleeping out here alone . He wanted to scare you so he Hid behind a bush throwing rocks at you and he pretty much imitated a demonic screeching from a demon that went berserk.

✭ That Got your attention and you Jolted up awake, your head snapping on every direction while making sure you're still in one piece.

✭ The bushes started rustling and you could hear a very audible and threatening growl within those rustling bushes and that got you scared shitless.

✭ You just woke up and now you had to be faced with this bullshit. Of course you're terrified.

✭ Standing up immediately you dashed away from your spot heading towards a random direction and you could hear stomping and loud footsteps following behind you.

✭ this time you thought you were fucked . Absolutely fucked but you didn't expect your boyfriend to randomly body slam you down on the ground.

✭ You were both relief and pissed because this fucking gray demon pulled that stupid stunt on you.

✭ he didn't give you the chance to voice out your wrathful anger when he started lecturing you about how dangerous it is to sleep in the woods alone.

✭ You appreciated the fact that he was looking out for you but the lecture he gave you took more than 5 hours straight and he had to shake you awake every time you dozed off and continue his lecture.

✭ by the time he was done you were completely asleep.

✭ Sometimes he wonders why he even started dating you but he couldn't find it in him either to imagine his life without you.

✭ Sighing in defeat he picked you up and carried you back to the mansion and tucked you in bed before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Clockwork :

❃ Like Jack she's pretty pissed off when she found you asleep in the middle of the damn woods.

❃ What if a bear suddenly appears and eats you? Or even worse, what if the Rake escaped and was roaming around again?

❃ She tried waking you up by shouting your name, pinching your sides, shaking you awake and even tickling you.

❃ It was no use.

❃ It was like this when you sleep. You turn into a fucking corpse that takes forever to wake up .

❃ You'd honestly be mistaken as a corpse if it wasn't for the rising and falling of your chest.

❃ She almost had it with you and was even considering the idea of stabbing your leg so you'd be awake seeing how dead you were in your state of unconsciousness.

❃ But that idea was set aside completely when you muttered Clockwok's name.

❃ You were lucky though. Because she was honestly about to stab your leg a second ago.

❃ Instead she managed to pull you on her back for a piggy back ride and thus began a slow and silent walk back to the mansion with you sound asleep on her back.

❃ But The moment you woke up you were face to face with an angry looking clockwork and yup. You better brace your ears for a whole 5000 pages worth of scolding form her..

Toby :

✃You learned a valuable lesson to never sleep in the middle of the woods again because of this boi of yours.

✃ You were asleep and unconscious when Toby spotted you laying motionless on the ground.

✃ You were a really heavy sleeper and didn't wake up to every attempt he made to pull you back into reality.

✃ He tried it with several attempts he actually thought you were dead and started crying.

✃ Yes he thought you were dead.

✃ He was very Hysterical about it and overly dramatic.

✃ Being emotionally unstable he was hyperventilating and started hiccuping while sobbing.

✃ You were slowly waking up because of the familiar tics and Toby's voice. His tics were more violent than normal though and he seemed to be sobbing?

✃ Opening your eyes you sat up from your position only to see flowers surrounding your being forming a big circle around you from where you laid and a flower crown on your head.

✃ " What the fuck Toby? "

✃ The moment he heard your voice he directly ran toweads you and strangled you in a very tight hug.

✃ You were confused but after slowly looking through the hints of what's happening you were starting to see the bigger picture here.

✃ He thought you were dead...

✃ " I thought you w-were dead! " Yup you stood corrected .

✃ You started rubbing his back while rocking your body along his in a back and forth motion which slowly calmed him down.

✃ " D-Don't leave me... " He muttered making you frown.

✃ This boy will be the death of you. You're becoming too soft around him.

✃ " Wouldn't dream of it " You replied and he snuggled onto you the blissful smile on his face didn't go unnoticed by you.

✃ He held your hand tightly and you hummed a small tune that slowly lulled him to sleep.

✃ A small nap with Toby wouldn't hurt right?

✃ You were about to fall asleep when you heard footsteps approaching you and it was more than 1 alright.

✃ " You're alive? " Ben appeared out of nowhere along with the rest of the creeps

✃ you couldn't even form a proper expression because all the muscles on your face just literally died.

✃ " Toby Said you died out here " Ben continued making you look at him with a deadpan expression.

✃ " I was asleep... " You replied and the creeps stood silently watching you.

✃ " I fucking knew this idiot missed something " Another comment was heard from masky and before you could say anymore Trenderman and Splendor came running towards you bringing a glass coffin.

✃ " We bought the coffin! And it's fashionable... Wait why are you awake shouldn't you be dead? " Trenderman asked in confusion.

✃ Well... You definitely learned your lesson that day.

Jeff :

☆ Is it just me or is your boyfriend an asshole? Oh wait he is one.

☆ This burnt spaghetti saw you asleep in the woods one day and thought it'd he fun to pull a prank on you or just plainly mess with you in general.

☆ First he snapped a few pics of you in his phone and he even drew a dick shape on your cheek and made your eyebrows really thick using a marker.

☆ And last but not the least.

☆ He threw you in the fucking Lake.

☆ Yes he did and you resurfaced faster than Ben could say ' I '

☆ while you were gasping and coughing due to the water entering your lungs your annoying boyfriend was gasping for air clutching his stomach while laughing like a psycho killer.

☆ You weren't feeling good that day and you even caught a small fever that's why you were resting for a bit but this asshole had the fucking nerve to do that to you!?

☆ You couldn't even force yourself to be angry because you felt really weak and you noticed how your clothes were stained in black.

☆ touching your face you smelled the scent of ink and immediately knew what Jeff did.

☆ You were extremely angry but you didn't have the energy to explode because you weren't feeling well so you just ignored his presence and left him there while he was too busy laughing.

☆ You went back to the mansion took a shower and slept in your seperate room this time.

☆ Jeff came home to see that you weren't in his room and tried knocking on your door for several times.

☆ " Oh come on y/n. You didn't find that funny even just a little bit? You're a bit of a kill joy now aren't you? " He teased and again. He received no answer from you.

☆ He felt anxious and nervous knowing that he fucked up good this time because you weren't answering to his jokes, and taunts when you'd usually react immediately to kick his ass.

☆ " Nice going asshole you pulled a stupid prank on your own girlfriend/boyfriend like that even though they were sick and not feeling well? " Ben commented walking past Jeff .

☆ That's when Jeff realized something. He didn't just fuck up... He REALLY fucked up. Big time.

☆ by that time he forced open your door busting it open with one kick and he saw your form buried in the covers.

☆ He was not a gentle or nurturing type but he felt guilty ( surprisingly) for what he's done and took care of you the whole time you were sick. He won't leave you alone even for a second and would get angry if you tried to push him away.

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Top 5 relationships in The Mortal Instruments

Lets be real the shadowhunter chronicles has grown into a huge world world with more characters than could ever all stay in one in any one institute (and remember institutes are for some reason designed to accommodate the same number as nice hotels) and because so many of them interact we have had some pretty cool characters and some pretty great relationships. I thought I would make ranking lists ranking the my personal favorites for members of family as well relationships in each series. IMPORTANT: When I say “relationships” I am not being specific to any one type of relationship (romantic/family/friend). I just mean two characters who share a type of bond.

Since The Mortal Instruments or TMI, came out first I will start with it. 5 relationships in TMI who have really well done dynamic’s and I want to take this opportunity to spotlight them below

5.) Jace & Church

Aww Church, he was doing the grumpy cat act before it was cool. Everybody loves Church. Church loves Jem and likes exactly one person per series/generation. In TMI the one person Church likes is Jace. Now other instances you could argue that Church liking Jace is just another attempt of CC to enforce that Jace (mr. blond hair, gold eyes, gold skin, takes a bath in golden spaghetti) is the golden boy and everybody should like him. But once you look at who Jace and Church are as characters (what character Jace has that's not referenced by his aforementioned coloring) them being buddies makes a lot of sense. For one thing we know from the falcon story that Jace is fond of animals that have adittutes, which Church certainly does. The first time he made friends with such an animal Valentine... But Valentine is gone when Jace meets Church, and none of the Lightwoods mind if Jace wants to goof off with the cat (to them that’s probably one of the least reckless things Jace likes to do). So for Jace Church is in essence a way to reclaim part of his childhood that Valentine tried to twist and corrupt.

On the other side I love how respectful Jace is of Church’s boundaries. Guys Church has a past as extensive and hard as any other character in TSC. HE has been both a pet and a wild cat many times over, he ha been treated well by some humans, and horribly by others. This is no purring kitty-cat that is going  to just climb into someones lap wanting hands run through his fur or to be picked up and carried around. No Church doesn’t like that. Jace understands this, and never tries to force Church to let him handle him. IF Church wants Jace to touch him he will take the initiative and walk up to Jace’s leg. If not Jace is perfectly happy to hang out in a room or follow the cat at a distance, pretending to chat with him. I saw a post that said that even after Church got reunited with Jem (churches OTH) Church still considers Jace his buddy and they hang out during visits, that is precious.

4.) Alec and Magnus aka Malec

Aww Here they are, fandom darlings and CC’s poster couple for LGBT+ inclusion. I promise that is not why I put them on this list. I actually never give characters or couples brownie points for being same sex or anything like that because so many writers try to get away with making “Gay” a characters whole personalty or squeezing in characters for the sole purpose of saying “look inclusion, look I can be woke” and then they don’t consider it necessary to put the level of characterization they would into a straight character in. I do like inclusion and feel it is important, but only when it is fully developed to the best of a creators abilities.

Now I will admit here that Malec are only my second favorite romantic couple in TMI. That being said I do really like them. I like the pace that their relationship develops at. When other couples did the whole love at first sight or suddenly inexplicably in love. Malec moved at what I consider a pretty realistic pace and you could easily follow their journey. In book 1 they met at a party and decided the other was pretty cute, started to spend time together on occasions, started to like each other, then started to really like each other. It’s  not until  the very end of book 6 where you fee like the two are really committed to the whole “Okay it’s you and me till the end” idea, and you are glad to finally see them there.

That brings me to my second reason for liking Malec. They are a hot mess, as all three main couples are, but unlike with the other two Malec never pretended to be anything other than a hot mess. If I compared Malec to Clace i would say that Clace follow a pretty typical fairy tale formula: I met you and I loved you, then the evils in the world conspired to keep us apart, but I fought my way back to you and now we can live happily ever after. Malec aren’t like a fairy tale though. They are that high-school/early college couple who are consistently on and off. The rocks in their path aren’t “evil forces” it’s just them. Just the fact that they both have a tendency to be whinny, stupid, jealous, controlling, a!@#$”s to each other. Honestly if they didn’t care so much about each other, then they would be a really toxic couple. But they do care a lot about each other. They hated when they were always fighting. They hated seeing each other so sad. But they couldn’t just forget about their problems or pretend them away. So many times throughout TMI Malec would find themselves at a cross road where on one path they force themselves to change and see if that made their relationship better , and another path were they decide that it is just to much to and call it quits. They broke up twice because they got to times where it was just to much to keep going the way they were and neither were ready to change. But then they couldn’t stop thinking about the other or missing the other. So, when they met up again they would always reconcile and be ready to put in the work to change their relationship for the better.  Looks like those changes worked out given that years down the line we see then happy, married with two kids, happy at their jobs, hosting social gathering with their friends as apposed to before when they would always spend then picking at each other or having an outright fight.

Malec are not perfect, TMI never pretends they are. They are both a lot to deal with and at least a few times one of them will slam their hands down on some surface, and I as a reader found myself wishing I could bring my hands down on the pair of thems heads. But I consider Malec a pretty gritty look at what any couple can be like at their lows, as well as the highs they can reach if they are willing to put in the time and work, and exactly why some are willing.

3.) Maia and Bat

What? What was that? If Malec are only my second favorite couple in TMI then who is my favorite? Oh, it’s Baia. Baia is like literally the perfect couple. They met years ago became best friends, tried dating and went back to being best friends when Maia-who had just gotten out of an abusive relationship and was still recovering- told Bat that was all she could handle. Their friendship is shown in the background throughout books 2-5 and we see that they always have each others backs. We see Bat is always their for Maia, always trying to take her out as a friend and convince her to have fun. Maia supports Bat’s DJ career and talks about how much she admires him for perusing such a normal mundane life because (regardless of the fact that they aren’t normal mundanes) its what he wants. Their relationship is brought to more of a focus in book 6 when shadowhunters leave, demons attack and their fellow downworlder start staging uprisings. Both of these two are still so young, and now (with their Alpha away indefinitely) their whole world is falling apart. Fixing this isn’t their job, no one has tasked them with it, but its the only way to keep themselves, each other, and everything they love safe. SO they make the choice to take action. Like everything in their lives since they met, they make a point to always support each other. Bat challenges an aggressive wolf for control of the pack because he has sen this wolf go bully those close to Luke and is determined to protect Maia. When Bat goes down in the fight Maia tags herself in and fights to protect him. When Maia wins she wakes up Bat isn’t upset or embarrassed that she had to save him, He immediately throws support to her as his Alpha. One of Maia’s first act is to make Bat her Beta because they are a team and their is no one she trusts more. They rebuild their pack and the Predator Lupis together, and also get back together. But that is less important because no matter what their relationship they have always and will always be there. 

Seriously when every other couple acted stupid, was over dramatic, were never sure where they stood with each other; Maia and Bat were true friends, true love, and unwavering in their support. So what keeps them from being number 1 on this list? Well were still a background relatonship for most of TMI (a lot of the fandom either didn’t remember or didn’t care that they got together at the end or that they were even friends). Also knowing CC and general media aimed at TMI’s age group I have to unfortunately believe that if CC had wanted to bring more focus onto Maia and Bat,then she would have made them way more dramatic and less awesomely supportive. Moving on

2.) Valentine and Luke

I can hear the gasps from here. No, not read that wrong, it really says Valentine and Luke. How could I talk just get praising a supportive pair only to go and talk about a pair that betrayed and tried to annihilate the other? Well for one thing I will remind you Valentine and Luke whole dynamic is friends to enemies. As that they really work. Luke never had what it takes to be a shadowhunter on his own. He says himself that he couldn’t bear easy marks, he couldn’t do simple training exercises, he was miserable and ready to just drop out and give up. Then Valentine “came into my room and offered to train me”.  Even in the future Luke says that in their first interactions that Valentine saved him. That he is the one who made Luke into a shadowhunter. Well truth be told Valentine made Luke more of an assistant Shadowhunter, to him, but it is still farther than Luke was getting on his own, and its completely genuine when he says he loved and worshiped Valentine. You see why he was so blind to what Valentine (Stop trying to pretend you were always in the right Lucian) what both of them were becoming. Valentine gave Luke a life as a shadowhunter, and then he took it away. Valentine thought he was covering himself, that he was getting rid of a doubtful ally before he had a chance to become an enemy.

Getting Luke turned into a werewolf was easily the biggest mistake of Valentine’s life. Shadowhunter Luke was never able to do anymore than listen to Valentines orders and carry them out with no thought but how much doing so would please Valentine (Shadowhunter Luke= Valentines pet lap dog.) Werewolf Luke could say no. He could fight Valentine to a stand still at least, beat him at best. Werewolf Luke had knowledge and insight as to the needs of both Downworlders and Shadowhunters, and used that knowledge paired with Valentine’s impediment threats to rally the downworlders and get them to force the clave to give up 4 seats on the council. Because of Luke Valentines war caused Downworlders to get more rights instead of less. (Shadowhunter Luke=Valentines pet lap dog. Werewolf Luke= has more brains and skill than Valentine) Valentine thought he was getting rid of a potential threat when he had Luke turned; instead he gave his strongest supporter the push needed to break away from him, and the motivation to take become the man who had enough power to foil all his plans. That their is Irony at its finest my friends. I love it.

And Now 1.) Jace and Simon

This is hands down the best relationship in TMI and should I ever make a top 5 relationships This one will definitely be in it. How can they not when they are literary the TSC equivalent of Batman and Superman. (I mean that quite literally by the way. Jace is Batman: A hero who lived a life of pain and loss and used that as a motivation to protect people and prevent harm. Simon is Superman: A hero who wasn’t born into this world, these people weren’t always his people, but he decided that this was his home now and he was going to make it a better place.) There are so many things I love about these two I love how well their relationship was paced in how as they got to know each other more they transitioned from enemies to rivals to friends to family. I love their banter. these two together make me laugh more than any other pair. The number one thing I love about Jace and Simon is how careful CC was to keep them standing on Equal ground.

I meant they weren’t equal when it came to who had Clary’s affections. No Jace won that battle the moment Clary ditched simon, who was in the process of asking her out, to go find out who Jace was and what he was doing at the club. But lets look at virtually every other factor. Both are young men only 16 who have suffered the loss of a loved one before and are fiercely loyal and protective of the ones they have left. Neither are always sure who they can trust. In book 1 Jace is introduced s having vanquished more demons than anyone else in their age group, Before the end of Book 1 Simon is revealed to be skilled in archery and uses that skill to vanquish an incredibly dangerous Greater Demon. In book 2 Simon dies then is brought back from the dead to rise again, Jace does the same, through admittingly different methods, one book later. Jace is from a powerful race of hunters (shadowhunters), lets make Simon a member of a another powerful race of hunters (vampires and then Shadowhunters). Oh it looks like Jace has extra gifts his blood is special. Jace gives Simon his blood and Simon now has extra gifts to. Both of them have been hunted over their gifts, both have tried to help and protect the other. Jace giving Simon that Blood was a huge sacrifice and then he sacrificed for him again by admitting what he did to Valentine, knowing it will anger Valentine and could cause him to lose love for Jace. So in the second half of the series Simon starts Sacrificing for Jace. He gives up not only the mark of Chain which protected him from harm, but also a beloved memory connecting him to his own late father. Jace showed Simon a lot of the Shadoworld, and Simon returned that by teaching Jace aspects of mundane life. He told him pop culture references, let him stay with him in his apartment, taught him to play video games, and even took him grocery shopping. (Ask me why Jace seems more human when he is with Simon yet more like a fantasy man with Clary)

After reading Tales From The Shadowhunting Academy I will say that Jace was the ONLY one of the TMI gang who deserved to get Simon back. He is the only one who ever seemed to think about how Simon must be feeling or made any effort to be there for him. Alec and Magnus ignored Simon and acted like they didn’t care that he was back, while Isabelle and Clary were both incredibly selfish and only seemed to think of themselves. They actually had the audacity to blame Simon for not remembering them, and make him feel more like crap for not being able to just walk back into a life they knew he couldn’t remember, knowing that he sacrificed his memories to save THEIR lives. Clary Isabelle I am so disappointed in you ladies. Jace you are doing great.

Ending this to anyone wondering if at this point if I ship Jimon; Yes. I think they would have made an awesome couple. I also think they are awesome as friends and brothers in law. Any way you slice it Jimon is top tear writing

This has been my top 5 TMI relationships. I will do a TID top 5 when I either learn how to make these smaller, or have the time to do one this long again. Heads up it will probably be the second one.