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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 1 month

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Pretty Pointy Smile Chapter 4

This is set in more of like the 1950-60s/ish time period.

Warnings: eventual smut, physical assault, a gun, a lion attack

The local sheriff was irate, but took one look at the state of Bucky and decided fair was fair, so no charges were brought against the circus. The man attacked by the lion was not too pleased but decided to let things go instead of ratting out his friends and catching a charge himself.

The next few weeks were rough as the circus still traveled and Bucky had to lay still. The vampire act was cut for the time being so he could heal, and it made him feel useless to just be idling by while everyone else had to work. It also took a financial toll on the circus since it had quickly become their big moneymaker. He looked forward to the day Happy would clear him and he could start again.

“Come on, Happy, give me some good news,” Bucky sighed as he was inspected again. The bruising had gone away, the wheezing slowly dissipated, and his lip healed. He was just happy that he didn’t lose one of his fangs from the assault.

“I know you’re wanting to get back out there kid, just give me a second,” Happy teased him, listening through the stethoscope again. After a beat he pulled away and gave Bucky a wink. “You’re good.”

“All good?” Bucky smiled wide.

“All good, vampy. Get back to work,” Happy clapped his shoulder as he packed up his medical bag.

“Thanks, doc!” Bucky clapped Happy’s shoulder back then quickly ran out of the tent looking for Y/N. He found her by the elephants, giving treats to her favorite Penelope. “Y/N!” Bucky called as he jogged up to her.

Y/N whirled around to him, her eyes giving him a once-over. “Bucky, why are you running? You have to heal–”

“I’m healed!” Bucky cheered, raising his hands above his head. “Happy said I’m all good to go! We can start the act again.”

“Oh!” Y/N smiled widely and rushed towards him. She opened her arms and he quickly stooped down to pick her up in a hug, swinging her around and laughing.

“I’m so happy, Buck. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Y/N asked as she seemed to inspect his face when he put her down.

“I’m fine, all good to go. I’m ready to get back into it.”

“Great. Let’s practice tomorrow before the show to make sure we’re all still good with our blocking, then we can do it again starting tomorrow night.”

“Sounds perfect,” he smiled widely at her.

Y/N squeezed his arms, giving him a brilliant smile back. “I’m so happy to have you back. I won’t have to be in the sideshows anymore after tonight.”

Bucky looked at her puzzledly, “What do you mean? You’ve never been in the sides before?”

Y/N sighed, her eyes turning away. “Yeah, well, the vampire act has been such a hit that without it we’ve had to do different things to make up for the loss. And I used to do sides all the time when I started,” she waved off his question and started walking towards her personal tent.

“Wait, what exactly are you doing for the sideshow?” he asked as he followed her.

“Well, show this off,” she answered curtly, showing him her tattooed arm.

“What do you mean ‘show it off’?” he asked, a strange feeling twisting his stomach.

“It means exactly what it sounds like, Buck,” she started to walk more briskly towards the tent.

“So you’re sitting in one of the sides, just showing off your body?” Bucky asked incredulously.

“Yes, that’s the whole point. I’m covered nearly head to toe in tattoos. What good is that if I don’t show them off once in a while? And it gets us more money,” she said as they reached the tent.

“Yeah, but…” Bucky didn’t know what to say, or why he was feeling so angry about the idea of Y/N doing this. She’d done it before, she’d chosen to get the tattoos, she wasn’t ashamed of them. So why was he angry?

“But nothing. Look, is it enjoyable having people ogle you? No. But it works. Now leave me be, I have to get changed.”

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Later that night as Bucky was helping backstage with the big tent show he kept feeling that strange feeling from earlier. He didn’t want Y/N sitting in a booth dressed in very little showing off her body to others. It didn’t feel right to him. Yes it paid, and probably well, but he didn’t like it. He kept chastising himself mentally. She doesn’t belong to you. You are not together. She can do as she pleases. Why would she ever be with you anyway? It was a long show that night.

After it was all over the sideshow acts quickly dispersed to their booths and tents. The public from the big tent show and those still trickling in would follow the flow from booth to booth, getting snacks and treats, getting their fortune read, looking at the bearded lady and other strange acts. Bucky decided to roam around and see the sides, or at least that’s what he told himself as he beelined it to Y/N’s tent. Tents were reserved for the more private or pay-per-view types of acts. He got in line, which was pretty long and full of men, he noted, for the tattooed ringmaster. The line slowly trudged along, and the sounds of hoops and hollers could be heard periodically. Bucky knew this was a bad idea, that he wasn’t going to like what he saw, or maybe like it too much, but his body was moving of its own accord at that point.

Once it was his turn he handed the ticketer his coins, who gave him a wink when they recognized him, and walked into the tent with a few other people he was grouped with. There was a small stage with a gate around it to stop people from walking up onto it. The top of the stage was shrouded in a black and white striped curtain. A gramophone in the corner was playing some music. Once everyone was inside and the tent door was shut, a crew member inside the tent switched out the record on the gramophone, and as the upbeat music began the curtain was pulled back.

Y/N was sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage, half turned away from the crowd, and wearing a skimpy bathing suit that matched the black and white striped curtain. Her hair was pulled all up in a messy updo, curls falling out randomly, with a large white ribbon holding it all together. Her makeup had been purposely messed up a little, the bright red lipstick smudged along one side of her mouth. Her body was on almost full display, showing off just how many tattoos there really were, some of them peeking out from the bathing suit. The crowd whooped, whistled and hollered as she slid off the stool and fully faced them. She started to pose in different positions, dancing a bit as she would shift from one pose to another.

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, his jaw hung open. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it wasn’t this. Y/N posed and danced through the whole song, her hands sliding around her body to bring attention to some slightly larger tattoos, and once it ended she blew a kiss and sauntered back over to the stool, sitting on it as the curtain closed around her.

They were quickly ushered out once the show was over. Bucky felt like he could use the fresh air and quickly walked back to the big tent. He didn’t know what to do with himself. His hands were shaking and his nether regions were throbbing. He’d taken care of himself before, but this felt almost desperate. He stumbled through the tent’s backstage area, apologizing as he bumped into people, and quickly found his way to a secluded corner of the fairgrounds. It was very difficult to ever have a moment’s privacy or peace when working in a circus. Bucky had seen others sneak off to try and get some alone time together, but the sounds of moans and skin slapping skin were always easily heard.

He hid behind some equipment set off to the side for storage, plopping himself down so no one could see or hear him. Once he felt the coast was clear he undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his mid thighs. His cock quickly jumped to attention, slapping against his stomach. He took hold of himself and pumped gently, moaning quietly at the relief. He hadn’t done this in a long time, hadn’t felt the need to, but then again he’d never had much experience with women before. His fangs were a little too much for them usually.

As his pace picked up he pictured Y/N, nearly naked, sliding off that stool and dancing to meet him. He gripped his cock a bit harder, his head falling back as he envisioned her touching him, molding her tattooed body against his. He’d held her so many times while doing the vampire act that he could almost feel her ass pushing against his cock as he held her by the throat. His hips bucked up into his fist as he moaned a little louder. It was like he could almost hear her moan his name as he pictured her sinking herself onto his cock. “Y/N!” he whimpered as he came, shooting threads of cum onto his hand. It took him a few minutes to come down from the euphoria. As he cleaned himself up and wiped his hand off in the grass he suddenly felt dirty. You’re such a creep, what would she think of you doing this? Here? Outside and in public? Thinking of her? It felt like he was being punched in the gut again. He moaned out of frustration as he tucked himself back in his pants, quickly getting up and shamefully walking back towards the big tent. How am I going to get through rehearsal tomorrow?

**picture is from Pinterest, it's AI so "artist" or "creator" is unknown**

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #smut #circus #circus fanfic #vampire!bucky barnes #vampire #vampire!bucky barnes x reader #chapter 4

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cherriesrae · 1 year

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are vampy and bunny fluffy? Or all dark and shit?

You're lucky I missed writing about them lol, here's a small blurb on their dynamic->

Y/N absolutely loved being a part of youth group activities, what Y/N didn't know is that Harry was one of the significant donors every year to a charity she volunteered for. Leading a whole tribe of vampires in San Fransico and owning a bar could have told her he had the money, but in no context did she think Harry was donating toys for children during the holidays.

And the way she found out wasn't exactly life-changing, but it was a shock. Y/N had spent the whole day writing invitations at the center, getting the news out that they would have a gala to help buy presents for less fortunate children. There was even a QR code on the paper to a spreadsheet of children and amazon lists they could buy directly from. Coming back to Harry's and taking a bath with the new vampire-themed bath bombs- she thought were hilarious when she saw them on sale at a lush after Halloween and promptly bought the lot - and coming up with a cup of chamomile tea to help relax.

Using the keys Harry had insisted she take after also insisting he not be invited into her home until she knows she's serious about him. She walked in and saw Harry sitting on the loveseat next to the couch sipping a mug of something- she had no idea what it could be - but it was however the playboy bunny cup she had gifted him after her very theatrical Halloween.

" Hi Bunny, how's the new project going?" On top of the volunteer work she had put in, she was also working on a winter theme window art at an Applebee's. " They givin' you those martinis you like for free or are you sober there too?" Cuddling up next to Harry on his loveseat.

" I told you, I only drink on the job when I'm working for you." Sliding under his arm that was holding the copy of a Taylor Jenkins Reid book he had taken without her knowing borrowed from her, she closed her eyes and loved into the warmth of his skin. Thanking the creators for making “ vampires have cold skin” just a story and not the truth.

" Oh yeah? And why is that?" Harry had set the mug down and switched which hand had a hold of his (her) book. Pulling her up and putting his nose to her jugular, like he was Eve, teasing himself with forbidden fruit.

" Because you're my boyfriend, and it's a bar, and my boss is insufferable." Harry nips at the skin, a lovebite forming after her words. " I'm just joking, you grump. I wanna take a bath, would you come with me?"

" Anything for you Bunny," He pinches her upper thigh as she risings off the cushion, a gentle reminder of who she was talking to.

" C'mon, we're using those bath bombs I bought for you," Y/N calls from her spot in the bathroom when she didn't hear Harry get up. A soft hand then begins to trail up her arm, " God, sometimes you're quiet, and sometimes you're too quiet, y'know that?"

" I know, but you love it." With the water already beginning to fill the free-standing tub in the middle of the bathroom, Harry began to slowly undress his favorite snack. Started on the button-down shirt she had been wearing, all the while making eye contact with her in the mirror. When they hit the last button became undone, the shirt- that he was sure was undoubtedly his by the way she was swimming in it - slipped to her elbows and caught. Harry recognized the matching cream bra that had the clasps in the front.

A tiny bow in the matching color set on the front hooks, " all wrapped up, just for me." Harry sighed under his breath, licking his lips. Y/N laughed light and airy.

" Gods, are you never not horny? My big bad vampire of San Fransico drooling like you've never seen my tits-"

" In my most amicable defense, you have amazing breasts." Harry's voice was still soft like the moment would break if the volume was raised. " I truthfully do love you, Bunny. With m'whole heart."

" I love you, Harry."

#cherriesrae blurbs #cherriesrae asks #vampire!styles #vampire!harry #vamprry #harrystyles blurb #harry styles x reader #cherriesrae #harry styles #cherriesrae anon

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 years

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bb when she finds harry wearing the shirts she had stolen borrowed from him

bb: What…What are you wearing?

vampy: Clothes…?

bb: Yeah, mine!

vampy: You’re joking, right?

bb: That’s my shirt, give it back.

vampy: Y/N, this is literally my shirt that you stole from me. You’re telling me I can’t wear my own clothes now?

bb: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I literally bought that shirt back when I first got to LA.

vampy: Oh, did you?

bb: Yes.

vampy, crossing his arms challengingly: Where’d you get it, then?

bb: …Thrift shop.

vampy: Yeah, because you’re totally going to find a shirt from a brand new Marc Jacob’s collection at a thrift shop. So realistic.

bb: I got lucky.

vampy: I’m sure you did.

bb, suddenly launching at him and tackling him to the ground: GIVE ME THE SHIRT!

vampy: ITS MY FUCKING SHIRT!!!

bb: NOT ANYMORE

vampy: OH SO YOU ADMIT ITS MINE— OW! YOU BIT ME?!

bb: AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN IF YOU DONT HAND OVER THE SHIRT

#ysijwa!ask

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years

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I'm such a slut for wardlow maso 🥵

Can I have his version of the Jay White hc I requested a while ago? (The one where she's a spicy content creator and he finds out about it?)

Sweet lord of the dark 🥵

Uh, yes! I love this

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnhausen , @starwithaheart , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @cuzimacomedian , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

“Cody, what are you watching and why the fuck are you so focused on it?” Wardlow unbuttoned the cuffs of his navy blue dress shirt as he glanced at Dark Order’s Ten who was currently on the opposite bed of their shared hotel room with his laptop resting on his thighs.

Wardlow just got back from a lovely third date with Y/N and was ready to take a quick shower and go straight to bed when Ten answered:

“Crimson Hesperus and her delicious everything uploaded a new video” Cody opened the side pocket of his duffel bag and fixed his gaze on Wardlow “You might wanna go for a walk or something” He smirked as his fingers pulled the travel size lube bottle from the small pocket.

The name, yet strange and unusual, still somehow sounded familiar to Wardlow’s ears “Let me see her” He stood up and sat on Cody’s bed, making the other man frown “Dude, REALLY?! Get lost! I have a very painful situation that I need to handle!” Cody waved the lube bottle in the air.

“Shut up” Wardlow took the laptop away from Cody’s grip and brought it to his bed. He sat down on the mattress and pressed play on the video. His green eyes stared intently at the screen as the mysterious woman revealed herself.

Her jet-black wig was long and fell into soft waves down her back and stopped right on her tailbone. On her left and right temples are two thick horns protruding crookedly, a black veil adorned with red lace kept the bridge of her nose and her eyes covered, leaving only her vampy red lips on sight.

A blood red corset with detailed black roses showed off her feminine curves, put her breasts in full evidence and still managed to leave a mysterious aura around her - even though she wasn’t wearing any underwear and was currently dry humping a black satin pillow.

Wardlow could feel his own dick getting hard the more he watched her, until something caught his attention. A phrase tattooed from her collarbone to her shoulder suddenly made him gasp “No fucking way!” Wardlow grabbed his phone from his pocket and went through his most recent emails until he finally found what he was looking for.

A wicked grin took over his lips as he stood up from the bed to adjust himself in his dress pants before looking at Cody and threatening “If you jerk off while watching that video or any one of her videos I’ll send you to the ICU!”.

“C’mon, man! At least tell me who she is!” Cody yelled when Wardlow’s hand grabbed the doorknob of their room. The minute he slammed the door behind him, Cody yelled again “COCKBLOCK!”.

You had just finished getting dressed after your shower when someone knocked on your door. Your hands wrapped the towel around your wet hair before opening the door to find Wardlow standing there with a predatory look on his face.

His thick fingers traced the tattoo on your collarbone through the tank top “Veritas numquam perit” He smirked at you “Nice tattoo”. The frown between your eyebrows was the evidence of your confusion “I’m not sure if I follow-” You suddenly stopped talking when Wardlow showed your OnlyFans profile page on his phone.

“How do you-”

“Email” He smiled “You sent me an email about the next AEW’s meeting under the address ‘[email protected]’ so you know, I just put two and two together”.

You just wanted to bury your head in the sand! This was the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever gone through in your entire life. You were sure you could never look that man in the eye ever again until you felt the warmth of his palm on your cheek.

Wardlow brushed his lips against yours before teasing your bottom lip with his teeth “Why don’t we go inside” He placed your hand on top of his clothed erection “so I can finally meet Crimson face to face?”.

#wardlow imagine #wardlow fanfiction #wardlow x reader #wardlow #wardlow aew #michael wardlow #masochist headcanons #masochist writes

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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do you see any of your harries or y/ns doing you know…anal…?🥸 like i don’t know really. i don’t really see aster y/n and harry doing it because it would be too overwhelming for her. Maybe gravity H and y/n because they have more experience and like things a little more rough? Or prosecco H because he would take such good care of her. Hmm def professor H because he’s the filthiest nevermind 🥸🥸💗 love you lindsee the vampy blurb was the CUTEST!! (Oh and vampy would too agsjdjej)

Gf……………..I……….I cannot even disclose how many times I’ve thought ab adding something like this into so many blurbs🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸 but ur right I can’t see aster bc it’s just….it’s too overwhelming and it feels too impersonal for them:( but I can see MAYBE! Gravity bc you’re right h is v experienced and had lots of things he wants to try w y/n but idk ab Prosecco tbh and idk….I think maybe prof h but I’d have to think ab that a little more but tbh the one that would the most I think is……..******* 🥸🥸🥸 I’ll let u guess who that is and ALSO!!!!!!!! A few couples I haven’t even written ab yet would def def def be down I think and also ur right probs vamp they have a lot of time on their hands to try new stuff it’ll come up eventually but ahhhhh!!!! KWMSMMD thank u for reading the new blurb it makes me so happy u liked it thank you!!!!

#terrified ppl are going to unfollow or be upset about this idk why HFISHFUSHFSU #I was never going to admit that I thought about adding this until I came to a specific couple #anon #ask #inspo

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Ooh! Requests are open, you say? Well, if it wouldn't be too much of a bother, could I please get headcanons of Ace, Rook, Vil, and Idia with an s/o (preferably female, but it doesn't matter that much) who has a super cutesy and girly aesthetic all year, but becomes a Halloween fanatic as soon as October comes around? Horror movies, Halloween-inspired outfits, telling the boys urban legends, and overall being so far divorced from her normal self that she could give them whiplash? Thank you!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Initially, Ace isn’t sure if it’s you or him that has lost their marbles. It takes him a while to get used to your Halloween aesthetic, but when he finally comes around, he likens it to seeing a new “side” to a card after flipping it. Ace actually finds that he prefers this to the usual cutesy stuff. It’s just easier for him to relate to spooks and gore than it is to pink and frills.

He pretends like he doesn’t recognize you when you pull up in your new dark, vampy look looong after he has put two and two together. Ace will tap his foot impatiently, glance at his wrist (at some invisible watch), and make a big show of how “(Y/N) is running late for a very important date!” before eventually asking “the scary stranger” out.

Ace sneaks around candy in his pockets and bags, just in case he ever gets bored during lecture or while he’s party prepping for Heartslabyul. He’ll pass some along to you if you’re craving something sweet for the season (though he’s hesitant to part ways with the cherry-flavored ones; those are his favorites)!

He’s all up for scary stories and movies! Ace will insist on sharing and watching in the dark to really crank up the scary atmosphere. And besides, if you end up spooked, you can always cling to him for emotional support, right?

Rook appreciates all of the facets that make you up. He especially finds that predictability of yours to be of interest. It always seems to be Halloween, and Halloween alone, that brings about this shift in your behavior, and it’s fascinating for him to observe and engage with.

He’s both a bystander and an enabler, depending on the situation. Sometimes Rook will just happily watch as you go through your wardrobe of outfits or dig through a stash of candy for just the right one, and other times he’ll seize your hand and suggest tackling a Halloweeny adventure or activity. He’s got lots of artsy ideas in mind, from making homemade yard decorations to painting pumpkins!

Rook delights in thrills and chills! He’ll eagerly listen to any story and watch any movie you have to offer, and he’s prepared to tell some of of his own, too. The contrast between his dazzling smile and the grim nature of his tales makes him an excellent storyteller--you can feel a shiver run along your spine as he launches into the next one.

He loves the experimental looks you throw together to celebrate the season, no matter how outlandish they are! Rook volunteers to contribute to the outfits, whether through doing your makeup or gifting small, macabre accessories (namely, jewelry made from real bone). He gets pretty creative with his makeup looks as well, whether it’s drawing in stitches using eyeliner and shadows or inking in stars beneath your eyes.

Vil isn’t the least bit surprised, as he’s the type that’s quick to adapt. Ever the fashionista and an entertainer, he knows that one can change their appearances--and even their behavior--as often as the leaves change colors depending on the season.

He sheds his own skin expertly, changing his style to adapt to the season. Vil doesn’t go full-on campy Halloween fashion (you’d never catch him dead in a neon orange sweater). He’s elegant with hat he chooses to wear, but makes an effort to coordinate with your outfits. You might show up looking like a witch, while Vil’s got cat-shaped studs to match, or a smoky eye look inspired by a witch’s brew.

He’s always in the mood for a good, frightening tale--perhaps it will give him ideas for the next Movie Appreciation Club production. Recline in the Pomefiore lounge with a cup of crisp, freshly pressed apple juice and spill all the scary stories your little heart desires to Vil. He’s sure to lend an ear.

As much fun as he likes to see you having with this time of year, Vil occasionally has to step in and keep you in check, reminding you that a certain prank might not be worth it or to put down the piece of candy you were going to eat. When the tricks and/or treats get to be too much, you could seriously hurt yourself or get a cavity... and that’s the last thing he wants!

Is this... Is this the legendary gap moe they speak of in anime legends? Idia hadn’t expected this turn of events at all, but this plot twist excites him. He has a hard time containing himself and just kind of... giggles to himself in a mad sort of way (he does a bad job of hiding it behind his hands, too).

Honestly? The way you dress during Halloween time draws less attention to you and Idia. Oftentimes, your peers will remark that it’s odd that you’re together (your usual aesthetics clash so much with Idia’s gloom and doom demeanor!), but now your vibes match a lot more. He’s thankful that your new look unintentionally gives you two the privacy that he enjoys.

Since you’ve both got a morbid interest in scary stuff, it’s time for a gaming and movie-watching marathon! You’ll speedrun through all the classic monster movies and gushing at the corny effects, then take turns playing horror games, swapping in and out each time one of you die in-game.

Idia always has a stash of candy on hand in his room for late nights gaming--but since you’re getting into the Halloween spirit early, he’ll fork over some whenever you’re over. He actually just dumps everything into one big bowl and tells you to take as much as you want, not unlike how many houses give candy to trick-or-treaters!

#twst x reader #Vil Schoenheit #Vil Schoenheit x Reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #Idia Shroud #Ace Trappola #Rook Hunt #Idia Shroud x Reader #Ace Trappola x Reader #Rook Hunt x Reader #Reader #self insert #curiouser and curiouser #disney twisted wonderland

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Hi! 👋. Could you do a Klaus imagine where the Reader is living with the Mikaelsons for a long time, Reader and Klaus like each other but doesn't express it to each other, but all the other Mikaelsons know that they like each other. So Rebekah sets them up on a surprise date ( Rebekah and the Reader are best friends) . The Reader is a vampire. Thank you for writing. I love ur fics ❤❤

Hidden Expresses

Entering the Mikaelson compound I feel eyes staring at me so I glanced over my shoulder seeing Klaus eyeing me before he drank some beer from a glass. A smirk on his lips seeing me looking his direction. "Close your mouth love. You might droll on that shirt." He spoke pulling me from my gaze, as I felt my cheeks staring to turn red so I spun around so he could only see my back again. For the past few years I've been living with the Mikaelson family in New Orleans. When I was turned into a vampire by my best friend Rebekah after a werewolf bite me I soon realized I couldn't resist my feelings for a certain Mikaelson anymore.

Klaus sips from his glass watching you go upstairs to your room never looking back at him. It drives him completely mad that you didn't change when you became a vampire, all of who you used to be was there. The girl he fell in love with, hopelessly in love with. "You know you'd actually get somewhere if you stopped eyeballing her and instead told her how you felt Nik." Rebekah entered the room making him role his eyes. "It's safer if she doesn't know little sister." He replied leaving the room. Rebekah put her hands on her hips getting annoyed with the two of you. Elijah and Kol were the same way. The two of you just wouldn't admit that you like each other.

Someone knocks on my door and I called out reading the Twilight series and finding barely anything in common with real vampires in this book. Rebekah stepped in my room opening my closet and pulling out a dress. "Y/n, we're going out tonight." She tossed me the orange dress and I slowly changed into it. "Bex why are we going out exactly?" I asked as we walked down the street with the moon above our heads. After walking for a little bit we ended up out at the bayou seeing a table with food and drinks for two on it. Footsteps approach in the distance so I spun on my heels showing my fangs only to see Klaus wearing a dress shirt and pants, confusion written on his face. Why is he here. Rebekah what are you doing.

"Little sister what have you tricked us into?" He asked stepping closer towards us his blue eyes flickered from me to my best friend. "You two are being infuriating with the looks at each other. The rest of us can't take all the hidden romance. So you're going to have this date and deal with your problem or I'll shove a dagger in your back Nik." She huffed throwing her arms up before vampiing off into the woods. I tried to not stare at the hybrid before me but failed only to see him eyeing me up and down before holding out an open hand. "Shall we, Y/n." Putting my hand in his he helps me sit down then goes to his seat staring at me. "I can't believe Bex's cooked up this crazy plan. I mean like a date in the middle of the woods." I blurted out seeing him raise a brow at me. "Are you saying you wouldn't have agreed if say I'd asked you?"

Tilting my head down I feel my cheeks get red even though vampires can't really do that. "No I didn't mean it - of course I would've if you - I like you - uh." I couldn't form a damn sentence and he chuckled shacking his head with a smile. "I'm just teasing, love. I must say though I'm not annoyed by your company. It's actually rare for you be exactly the same girl you were when you were human." Taking a sip from my glass I tasted some fancy wine staring into those blue eyes. "Nik, don't laugh or call me stupid for saying this but - before I was turned I had a small crush on you and now it's grown bigger..." I slowly admitted spinning my daylight ring on my finger waiting for his response.

He gets to his feet walking over to my side of the table pulling me to my feet and at this point I expect him to laugh or run at me just confessing my feelings. But instead he cupped my face in his hands leaning down kissing me and I gasped remembering the times I would dream this would happen and now it's for real. Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck I kiss him back playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He tugs me forward to his chest wrapping his arms around my waist. We broke the kiss even though we didn't need air for me to see a smile on his face as he whispered resting his forehead onto mine. "I love you too, Y/n with all my heart. If you wouldn’t mind I'd like to make up for lost time." I stuttered out lightly blushing. "What about Bex she'll come looking?" He shakes his head lifting me up into his arms vamping us into an old cabin that is obandin now. "She won't find us out here and if she does I'm sure she'll be thrilled." He breaths out laying me on a bed after removing his shirt kissing me once more. My hands tangled themselves in his hair deepening the kiss thinking in my head, thank you Rebekah.

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shinobusupremecy · 2 years

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Vampire Shinobu x f!human reader part 2

A/N: This is part 2 of @mxxstiq vampie Shinobu au. But the thought of Shinobu sucking blood from our neck got me in a chokehold. I’m so sorry for the person I have become. But please enjoy this.

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Your eyes tiredly flutttered open and the first 5 seconds of being awake you already regretted it. Your whole body was sore, your bruises still purple but some showed signs of fading, it still hurt to breathe so your rib was probably still in the process of healing.

A face suddenly popped up out of nowhere, looking down at you.

“Yo-hoo!~ You’re finally awake!” You didn’t know how to respond but you could guess she was the one that treated you. You were thankful that she didn’t do anything bad to you while you were defenseless.

You gave a small smile before trying to sit up. Graceful hands quickly pushed you back down.

“Ah ah ah! You have to rest! Your body is severly hurt and beaten up, if you want it to heal I suggest you lay down” You looked to your side and saw you were inside a small room that was weakly lit up.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you saw the same purple eyes.

“Oh uhm..hi” Awkward silence engulfed the entire room.

“Well...that’s a start at least” You chuckled awkwardly. “Anyways! You’re gonna stay in bed for a few more days and after I have taken care of you, you will be in tip-top shape!” You were glad that someone could finally treat you and even better it was the woman you saved! Favour for favour!

“I’m Shinobu, Kocho Shinobu” You liked that name alot and you then introduced yourself.

The woman really held her word when she said you were gonna be in tip-top shape. After a few weeks your body felt good as ever! Thanks to the woman. You were gonna make sure to thank her alot for it.

After another few weeks you were itching to get out of here. Don’t get me wrong you were thankful for Shinobus treatment to you. You really were! She was kind and caring, she gave you love that you haven’t recieved in several years due to you living alone and your parents are dead. But it’s just that you want to go out and see the world again! Being locked inside this old building with nothing to do for weeks were sure taking a toll on your mental health. But your body was in tip-top shape like Shinobu said so you could probably leave, you just had to tell Shinobu before going.

But there was one problem though. Your village. Do they still hate you for what you did? Probably. You maybe can’t go back. What if they hunt you down? Then what would you do?

‘I’ll be fine! I just have to find a new place to live at. No biggie. Even though all of my stuff are still in my house’ Your mind continued to ponder.

“Y/N?” Your head quickly turned to the voice and there Shinobu was.

“You’re leaving already?” You scratched your neck a bit before nodding.

“You know what I think? I don’t think you should leave. I do however think a little deal or a reward should be in order!” What? She doesn’t want you to leave? That sounded suspicious and wrong, you did not like it.

“A reward? Wasn’t me saving your life enough?” Shinobu shook her head all while smiling like you said something stupid.

“But then I saved you. When you came stumbling into my arms. I could’ve easily hand you over to the village but I didn’t. I saved your life as much as you saved mine”

“Yeah. You saved my life as much as I saved yours. I think we’re even” Shinobu thought a bit about her next words before she spoke up.

“I think our deal will benefit us both in our own ways! I don’t understand what’s the problem. You haven’t even heard the deal yet”

“Fine. I’m listening”

“I will give you protection and give you a home right here. You get to live with me! In exchange~” Shinobu paused her sentance, you send her an annoyed look. “In exhange for your blood once a week!” Your eyes widened. So it was true? She was a vampire?

“What’s with the shocked look? I thought you figured it out by now, haven’t you seen my fangs?” Shinobu opened her mouth and showed her fangs.

“I’m sorry but I have to decline. I don’t wanna turn into a vampire and I think I can find a new place for me to call home rather than...here” You had to pause to find the right words. Her home was nice but just not something you would wanna call your own home.

“I sadly don’t think you’re in any place to decline this deal” Qucik as light Shinobu pinned you down, her knee digging into your back rather painfully. “You’re dealing with a vampire here, darling. I can easily overpower you any day in the week and hand you over to the village because I am suree they wanna have a word with you. Or I can just suck your blood out until you’re nothing but a empty husk! Like you thought you will not be turning to a vampire so no need to worry about that. But the odds are all in my favour so I think the smartest thing your little human brain can think of is just to accept the deal!” You tried to squirm your way free but Shinobu only dug her knee deeper.

“Ok fine, I’ll accept your deal”

“Wonderful!” Shinobu got off of you before taking your wrist gently and lead you to her sofa where she quickly pushed you down letting herself tower over you. You blushed immdietly at her action.

“W-woah hey what is this!?” Your cheeks were burning and the teasing smirk she gave you did not make you feel better at all.

“I’m gonna suck out your blood! It’s part of our deal after all and is also what I deserve! You see, I haven’t had any human blood for months” Shinobu confessed. Shinobu was sure to go insane if she couldn’t get your blood right now. Your neck looked so soft and she was sure your blood was now all fresh and sweet. Just how she likes it!

You had to admit that you were kinda impressed about her being able to mask it so well. You understood that it must’ve been hard for a vampire to go without blood for so long, poor woman is litterally starving herself. You guessed she deserved your blood for everything she done for you but out of all way to do it was this the one!?

“Isn’t there another way for you to take my blood than this?” You felt really weird being in this position and also really flustered.

“Hm, maybe. Don’t worry though, this won’t take long” Shinobu laid her hand on your cheek and turned your head to the side exposing your neck.

Shinobu lunged down like a starving animal (which she kinda was) and you sucked in a deep breath when you felt a quick pain of Shinobu piercing her fangs through your neck and uncomfortably felt blood quickly coat the area around the two holes Shinobu caused. Your cheeks were burning even more if possible. Your hand grabbed the sofa pillow and the other grabbed the seat cushions.

After Shinobu was done you suddenly felt cold wetness. You couldn’t turn your head to the side to see what Shinobu was up to although you could already guess what that cold wetness feeling was which made you blush even more.

“Don’t worry, I’m just cleaning your neck” Shinobu said as she licked her lips, your blood coated her around the mouth. Shinobus hand left your cheek and you could finally look up at her.

“Can you please find another way to do this next time?” You requested still trying to process what just happened. Plus your neck was kinda hurting right now and bleeding.

“Hm, no. I like it this way. You just have to adjust to it!” You gave Shinobu a slight glare which she responded with by cupping your cheek.

"After all...this is apart of our deal is it not?”

A/N: Shinobu only pinned Y/N down to prove her point, idk if that’s a good way to do it but I mean Shinobu got the job done.

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joyfulhopelox · 3 years

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blood ties | pjm

Pairing: vampire prince!Jimin x vampire servant!reader (royal!au, fantasy!au)

Genre: romance, angst

Rating: pg15

Warnings: mentions of blood and hints to death

Wordcount: 3.8k

Prompt: He's of royal blood, while she's nothing but a mere servant. From strangers to acquaintances, to friends then to lovers. Age doesn't matter.. But titles do..

AN: This was requested by @fluffyydumplings and it was an amazing prompt! I love royal and vampire aus and this paired with Jimin....woah! I am so sorry for being so late with this! I have a lot of collabs and some own health issues that are really slowing me down :( I hope that this is what you wanted and I am sosososo sorry for the delay!!! Thank you @notyouroppar for reading this for me you are a star in disguise.

Hope you enjoy!! I would love to hear what you think! ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 : 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟 - 𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒌𝒆

The first time you encountered Park Jimin was purely by mistake. It was a mistake that would end up changing your life forever. You didn’t realise it then, but locking eyes with the royal Prince would seal your fate.

“Y/N, the East wing needs to be cleaned before the King arrives tomorrow!” The Matron yelled at you, her fangs glowing under the lowlight cast by the torches.

Working within the Royal Palace would be considered a blessing for most people, as this was the highest position anyone born outside of the gates could achieve. Most importantly, being a servant catering directly to the Royal Family was considered an honour and a gift. An honour that most people would have killed for. Some even did.

Vampiric laws were ruthless, you may just as well have not had any. Made to benefit the strongest, belittling the weakest- status above everything else. Whoever proved their strength would be acclaimed; whereas the ones that lost would be exiled, or even worse, killed.

This is how you’ve lived your life for the past centuries. In fear, alone and under the power of social standing. You had the luck to be employed under the Royal Family, a lowly servant barely acknowledged by the head groundskeeper. Sometimes you wondered if you were a vampire or a ghost, a faceless servant, sometimes referred to as ‘girl’. It was your identity, or lack of. You’d accepted your fate a long time ago, time was not an issue, you had plenty of it. Immortality sounded like a dream, but if that dream was to be spent in chains, naked and alone in the burning sun, you would’ve rather chosen death.

“I will get to it right away Ma’am.” You bowed, the motion already having become muscle memory. You were so used to lowering your head to everyone you sometimes wondered why you even bothered rising up to full height.

“Right away!” She yelled at you, her lifeless eyes flashing red. The same red you bled when you were found lying in front of the Palace Gardens. A distant memory of silver hair, someone’s breath across your face, shadows of whispers swimming in your head it’s all you can remember.

It will all be ok. I promise.

But it wasn’t. Nothing would be ok. You can’t remember much from that time, or the times before it. You recall having knowledge of happiness and freedom. Of the sun shining above your head and the warm embrace of love. Now, all you knew was darkness and servitude, shadows and regrets.

Everything still felt new to you. No matter for how long you’d been serving the Royal family, walking from one wing to another felt like an adventure to you. Mouth agape you took your time, the route you picked a fairly unfamiliar one. The rich paintings on the walls, along with the vast open corridors and grand staircases should’ve made the Royal Palace seem spacious, offer it the airy aura such an extensive structure ought to have. Yet, you felt suffocated, restricted as if an invisible force was holding you down every time you dared to think of freedom. The faces in the paintings mocking you and your low birth, the staircases reminding you of how small and insignificant you were.

As a vampire, your senses were heightened, yet the force with which the hand suddenly pulled you back screamed strength and power. The electric shocks running throughout your body were a natural reaction to a predator, a predator that could snap you in half judging by the grip on your arm.

Before you could stop yourself, the whimper of surrender had already left your lips. Then your survival instincts kicked in, and without hesitation you fought to free your arm.

“Shhh.” The voice seemed to reverberate not only throughout the corridor but it latched itself onto your mind, its tendrils slowly taking root inside your brain. “Don’t speak.” The voice whispered in your ear as you felt the soft brush of someone’s lips into your hair.

Heart constricted you hissed at the attack, your eyes glowing red as the tip of your fangs peeked through your lips. You knew you didn’t stand a chance, the power of the person holding you so strong you felt your knees wobbling.

“Who-” You gasped, the suddenness of being pushed into the wall, the body keeping you hostage pressing against you, rendered you silent.

“I said shush. You’re going to get me discovered.” You could only obey, your blood quietened and the only resistance left in you, subdued.

The musky scent that invaded your senses made you think of the one place you loved to be in, the one place where your world felt bigger than this castle and your dreams could take flight – the library.

Suddenly, the scent disappeared and you felt yourself be freed of the constrictions. Quickly turning around to face your attacker, you gasped as the sight of the proud Royal heir, Prince Jimin, was the last thing you’d expected.

“M’Lord.” You went to bow, but he grabbed your hand before you could even blink.

“Don’t. Not when I’m alone.” He requested, his voice growing deeper with each syllable. “I would like you to forget my status.” His eyes flashed red, a warning.

Nodding slowly, you forced yourself to relax, the tension in your shoulders slowly melting away. You didn’t know what possessed you to open your mouth, but the words came tumbling out before you could second guess yourself. “Status is important, you’re a Prince and I’m a lowly servant. To disregard that is punishable by death.” You recited.

Your voice was like honey to Jimin’s ears, his eyes trained on your fretting hands, he slowly released you from his hold. Your scent drew him in too much for his own comfort. He couldn’t risk being this near to you. Whereas normally he wouldn’t have thought twice about a servant in the Palace, something about your blood enchanted him. He couldn’t ignore it, he craved it. Studying you he decided he would risk it.

The solitude he’d lived in until now ate at him. He never got the chance to taste freedom. Bound by duties and status, he was forced to keep up the princely act. Despite the facade, underneath he craved to be just Jimin. His eyes trained on you, taking in your modest clothing he felt the tendrils of hope grow until his heart felt as light as a feather. Maybe you would be the one to free him.

A wolfish smile threatened to take over his face. Reaching out to you, he gently lifted your head up until you had no choice but to look at him. “We can be friends.”

“I–“ You stared at him, eyes wide, doubt creeping in your mind. Was he completely ignorant of his own selfishness? Sensing the hesitation in the step you took backwards– the signs of fear shining clearly in your eyes, Jimin’s heart dropped.

He was aware you didn’t know each other, and in your eyes he was still your Master, whether he liked it or not. He knew that you would kneel should he wished, as a servant you’d do anything he asked. But he didn’t want a servant, he wanted a friend. Someone he could trust with his true self. He knew that in order for that to happen he needed to show you his true self.

“Come.” He took your hand and guided you down the corridor only to come to a stop in front of a door you knew all too well. “I like to spend my time here when I don’t want anyone to bother me.” He muttered, hesitant to tell you.

The sight of his downturned lips, the frown marring his face made you realise that maybe, maybe even though he was of Royal blood, he may just be like you. Alone and a slave for the rest of them.

For months you’d meet in the library, the scent of bergamot and musk calling out to you. At first you felt as you did when he cornered you in the corridor. A mouse trapped in a cage. As time passed, you realised that as much as his power over you subdued any thoughts of disobedience you may have harboured, he wasn’t commanding.

He kept his distance from you, his seat by the window a few good metres away from yours. He would speak softly, his voice easily picked up by your sensitive hearing. And he would almost always listen to what you had to say.

Subconsciously, your blood seeked his, your soul craved the gentle touches he graced the pages of the books with. Until one day you found yourself perched next to him on the windowsill.

“Here,” Jimin held out his book towards you, his encouraging nod urged you to take it. “It’s my favourite.”

You didn’t hesitate, you knew that Jimin, as cruel as he may have seemed at the beginning, was not a liar. What he said is what he meant. Grasping the object, your fingers lightly touched his, the familiar spark of his power zapped you and you quickly pulled your hand back, the book falling onto the floor with a thud.

“Oh!” Jimin quickly picked it up and placed it in your lap. His hands hovered and you froze, uncertain of his next move. When he simply brushed the unruly tendrils of hair away from your face you breathed out.

“What are you afraid of?” He gently asked and you couldn’t help but glance at him. “Is it death?”

You knew the answer, and you weighed your words carefully before you answered. “No.” You shook your head. “Being alone, hopeless and enslaved for the rest of eternity. Loving and losing.” You smiled bitterly. “But death, death would be freedom.”

Jimin opened his mouth to argue but you stopped him. “I’ve lived like a nameless girl for centuries, I am not willing to die, but I am not scared of it.” The conviction in your voice as you said that made Jimin think that perhaps, perhaps you two shared more similarities than he thought.

Struggling to answer, he thought of what he would have liked to hear from his friends in this instance. Words that were never uttered. “You’re not alone, I’ll be right here.” His hand cupped your cheek as he peered into your eyes. “Right beside you.”

For the first time in centuries, you felt the corner of your lips lift, a small awkward smile appearing on your face. A stranger to the sensation, you blinked hard, unsure of yourself.

“You smiled.” Jimin poked you, his own laugh filling the vast space in the library. The mellow, low sound filled you with warmth, offering the surge of confidence needed for your own smile to widen. It once was a cold and empty space, where you’ve spent the little time you had accompanied only by books and cobwebs. Now it has become a sanctuary. Your sanctuary. Filled with warmth and laughter, secrets and shared sorrows. You swore that these moments will forever be engraved into your mind, and little by little–your heart.

As the night bled into day, so did your dream in reality.

“Jimin, you know I can’t.” You softly whispered, running your fingers through his hair, the scent of musk and bergamot offering you comfort. The knowledge of him leaving made you anxious, the loneliness that had started to disappear in the past few months rearing its ugly head once more.

“Y/N, you can-” You don’t know what possessed you, the sight of his lips forming into a soft pout entranced you and you pressed your lips to his before he could say anything else. Too stunned at your own bravery you yelped as you jumped backwards.

“I’m so sorry, you’re the Prince, and my friend–“ You slapped your hand over your mouth at your preposterous assumption. Jimin was the Royal heir. You were a lowly servant. Who were you to dare even imply such notions?

“Y/N.” Jimin reached out for your hand, as he got up, pulling you along with him. He couldn’t stand the way your eyes were avoiding him. The need to get you to obey him shook him to his core and he closed his eyes in an attempt to reign it in. You were not a possession.

“Open your eyes.” He coaxed you, his hands caressing your hair with such care and gentleness as if you were made of porcelain and could break at any time. And maybe you were.

Breaking your resolve, your eyes met his and you realised right then and there how much your heart ached for him. How much you wanted him to have you. All of you.

Gently stroking the hair off your forehead, he pressed a soft kiss there, the line of your relationship becoming a blur under his ministrations. The feel of his fangs pricking at your neck roused a moan out of your throat, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly for support. The electrifying feeling of his venom coursing through your veins, followed by the euphoria of his tongue licking the wound to seal it, made your knees weak and with a whimper you collapsed into his arms.

I love you. Forever.

The distant sound of hoofs broke through your concentration, the weeds that you had been trying to pull out of the ground long forgotten as you stood up. You easily recognised them, the rhythmic pattern of the trot- one that you have gotten used to. The Prince was returning home from negotiations with the neighbouring land.

Trying to look unaffected you stayed behind when the rest of the servants lined up to greet the Royal Party. In truth, your senses were going wild. The scent of the Prince getting stronger and stronger by the minute, you found it hard to concentrate and keeping your face schooled in a disinterested expression proved to be a challenge.

When the first line of riders appeared in the distance, the servants bowed, heads almost touching their knees. Frozen on spot, the scent of lilac combined with bergamot enveloping your senses, your knees weak at the thought of Jimin being this close to you.

“Y/N! What are you doing?” The girl next to you grabbed onto your skirts pulling you out of your daydream. You felt the cold reality wash over you as you were reminded where you belonged. In a row of faceless bodies, all made to serve, your head bowed down to status with no right to the matters of the heart. “Bow.” She hissed at you and you threw one last desperate look at the riders hoping to catch a glance of your only hope in this world.

Before you were forced to kneel down to the ground, you locked eyes with him for a split second. Though a second was as important to you as a drop was to the ocean, why did this second feel like an eternity?

An eternity that ended with the announcement of his immediate engagement to the Princess from the neighbouring Kingdom.

I swore to love you forever. I’m sorry.

You never thought those obsidian eyes would ever cause your heart to willingly break itself like that, but with each lingering gaze and smouldering touch of his plush lips, you felt them chip away at you. Little by little until you became the masterpiece and he, the master.

“Y/N” He reached out to you, his gentle gaze reeling you in. Lost in the depths of his eyes you felt the pull of his blood calling out to you, enchanting yours into submission.

His touch felt like fire, the burn of his fingertips on your skin felt like needles piercing deep into your heart. A heart which you readily packaged and gave to him.

I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill that promise.

The quiet moan passed your lips coaxed by the feather like kisses pressed against your pulse. “Y/N, open your eyes.” His voice was demanding, commanding you to listen to him, to obey him.

Unable to resist the charm he had over you, your eyelids slowly parted, your breath hitched at the sight of his glowing red eyes. Mouth wide open the display of his elongated fangs reminded you where you were, and who you were with.

“It’s ok Little Lamb.” His gaze softened, his eyes still trained on your neck. A gourmand appreciating his food, a God enjoying his offerings. That is what you were to him.

Burying his nose in your tresses, he inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of peonies your blood emanated. “Your blood smells delectable, Little Lamb.” He moaned, the hunger pains overtaking his senses. His heart and soul screamed at him to take you as his. His mind knew that if he did, he would only ruin you. Already being tied to him, body and soul, he knew you’d readily agree. The thought of you surrendered under him, as he pleasured you whilst taking what was his, made him hiss as a shudder wrecked through his body.

“Jimin, please, take it.” You whispered, your blood yearning for him.

No.

The strength Jimin needed to step away from you physically hurt. Seeing you so vulnerable, so ready for him to take you made his heart clench and he needed a distraction from his hunger. Your hooded smouldering gaze drinking him in as you licked your dry lips sealed your fate and with the depravity of a glutton, his luscious lips enveloped yours.

Your hot breaths intermingled as his tongue licked your lips before it met your own. The force of the kiss took your breath away; yet another bit of you, gifted to him. As you separated, he caught your face in his palms, a desperate attempt to keep you near him. He didn’t want to do this. Pulling as far away from you as he could he avoided your eyes.

“Jimin.” Your voice sounded like a desperate plea to his ears, and for a second he felt his soul cry out for yours. I’m sorry. As quickly as it came it also passed, the hunger intensified the redness bleeding into his irises. Growling at you, he tested the waters. A slow deliberate step brought him closer towards you, a predator testing its prey. Survival instincts were moot, the love your blood sung to this man, this vampire, your Prince and Master, rooting you on spot. Aware of the fate that awaited you, you stood tall. You wanted, needed to feel in control of yourself, this time you would not allow him to command you. His blood running through your veins pushed against your conviction, a battle of power coursing through your body. But this time you would not give in. If he was going to break you, he would have to do it whilst looking you straight in the eyes.

“Y/N.” His hoarse voice turned feral, the hunger becoming too strong for him to continue. In a second he was by your side, your eyes barely able to keep up with his movements, and with quick precision his arms wrapped tightly around your midriff holding you in place. As if you could move, as if you wanted to move, you couldn’t even if you tried. From the moment he cornered you in the corridor that one fateful night, you’d been his to take and do as he pleased.

Grant me one wish.

“Please.” You saw the flash of black across his pupils, in a moment of clarity he was begging you to leave, to move, to do something.

With a subtle shake of your head your hands cupped his face, thumbs lightly tracing the delicate outline of his lips. Those lips that had the power to not only love you, until you were a writhing mess under their touch, but also destroy you, an elegant mask hiding the predator underneath.

“You need to do it, Jimin. If not for you and your future, for me and my freedom.” Your voice broke, you wanted to be selfish for once in your life, even if it meant your demise. Summoning the last bit of courage in you, your eyes turned red– a sign of provocation. You were willing to fight him if needed.

Don’t look back.

And you didn’t. Pushing him away from you, you hissed back at him taking a defensive stance. “Do it!” You growled, the fierce look on your face completely masking the fear bubbling up inside you. Taunting him you pierced the thin layer of skin as you bit your lip.

“Prince.” You snapped, “do it.”

The fierce tone in your voice snapped Jimin out of his daze, his hunger diminishing. In its stead hopelessness bloomed in his heart. He promised he’d love you forever, now he realised he had to break that promise.

“It’s ok, I’ll be here when you do it, I will be by your side.” You extended your hand towards him, an invitation for him

The strong smell of peonies was all Jimin could sense, the scent taking him back to your days in the library, where the two of you shared secret smiles and touches. Where you shared your whole self to him and where he did the same. You became one then, both body and blood. How could he take it back now?

“Y/N.” His voice was barely above a whisper, you’d have missed the plea in his voice if your full attention had not been on him.

Stepping closed towards him, your arms outstretched and inviting, a reassuring smile painted on your face. “It’s going to be ok, you need to end it, for my sake. Please.” You begged. “I’ll be with you, forever. I promise.”

A lover’s embrace– is all it took for Jimin to snap, his hands fisting in your hair as he buried his nose in the nape of your neck, his fangs nipping at your skin. He knew he was crying, the droplets washing away the blood at the corner of his mouth as he took back the last chance he had at love.

A soft smile graced your lips, relief washing away the pain you felt. Finally.

It’s not the end, only the beginning.

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jawllines · 7 months

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MISS JAWS I LOVE THE NEW BALLERINA HARRY POST OMG THE SMUTTTTT!! WHEN DO YOU THINK VAMPY Y/N WILL BE OUT CAUSE THAT SNEAKY WAS EVERYTHING

IM HOPING SUPER DUPER SOOOOOON :-) IM FEELIN REAL INSPIRED

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anotheranimewriter · 3 years

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How You Met The TR Boys

PC: Google! This hotheaded, yet oh so level headed boy, man oh man, could I tell you that this boy is literally in my top 3 for comfort characters.

Missed the last meetings? Catch Up Below:

Mitsuya Takashi

Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

So after I finish up the main TR boys, I'll be doing some boys from the other gangs! So there will be some character spoilers but I will try to keep it manga spoiler free!

CW: Swearing (I honestly suck at this warning because its very rare for me to not curse for certain characters, so bare with me okay?) THIS ONE HAS A TEENY TINY SPOILER, BUT Y'ALL CAN SQUINT RIGHT PAST IT OKAY? Thank you 🥰

Keisuke Baji: He really is a sweet boy at heart, but his ferocious nature is a force to be reckoned with and we all know he isn't one to back down from a challenge. He definitely doesn't need to prove himself but that doesn't stop him.

“C‘mon don’t be pussies! It’s just a boxing place, it’ll help with those cheap shots you throw Chifuyu!” Baji teased, flashing his vampiric grin at his friend who playfully shoved his shoulder to the side. “Shut up.” Chifuyu mumbled as the rest of the TOMAN boys laughed in unison at the little interaction. Baji swung open the door wide, nearly shattering the glass against the adjacent wall “I have returned!” Baji hollered from the front door catching the attention of several existing boxers who only rolled their eyes at his ‘little’ entrance before returning to their original positions. “Yo! It’s the manic kid!” An older man yells to someone in the back away from the TOMAN boys view as they follow Baji, who was currently striding to the older man.

“Well, today is Friday. You said your best fighter would be here but I’m only seeing old news.” Baji declared, sliding his tongue across his teeth before letting it rest under one of his long fangs. “Vampy boy. You’re a cocky one huh?” A voice said behind the TOMAN boys causing them all to turn in the direction of the voice, only to reveal a girl who stood dead center, carefully wrapping the bandage around her knuckles. “Yeah, so what? I got all the reasons to be. Kicked everyone’s ass in here.” He stated, as he began moving away from the counter to stand directly in front of her, nearly towering over her frame. “Everyone? Sensei, you fought Vampy Boy?” She asked leaning to the side of Baji to look behind him as the older man chuckled while shaking his head. He slowly got up from his seat as he walked away from the counter.

“You wanted the best kid. Remember that. Those were your words.” He said as his final statement before disappearing into the locker room. Baji scoffed at the older man’s comment sizing the girl in front of him. “You’re the best? Damn, then I guess this place is perfect for you, Chifuyu.” Baji exclaimed as the girl chuckled softly “Which one of you is Chifuyu?” She asked leaning to the other side of Baji to look over at the TOMAN boys, carefully watching an embarrassed Chifuyu shyly raise his hand but his eyes remained glued to the ground. She smiled at the shy boy before moving away from Baji to stand before Chifuyu. “Let me ask you something, 2 or 5?” She asked as Chifuyu raised his gaze to look at her with a puzzled expression, but he was only met with a sweet smile displayed across her lips. “Um.. 2, I guess?” He replied hesitantly, shrugging his shoulders as she nodded, turning back to Baji.

“Alright, your friend has spoken. I’ll only use 2 moves to take you down.” She said watching Baji’s face crack into a wickedly wide smile, she was doing nothing more than fueling him up. He was always one for a competition, it was in his nature, he refused to turn back from any challenge presented to him “Baji. You can’t fight her, she’s a girl.” Mitsuya chimed in, almost breaking the tension that was growing in Baji. But her laugh severed that thought in Baji’s mind. “That’s fine. You don’t have to worry about that Baji. Unless, that’s your way of backing down. Don’t tell me you’re all fangs and no bite?” She teased feigning a sad pout, creeping closer to Baji as he laughed. “You wish, princess.” He mumbled as he prepared his fist at his sides. “You wanna do this here?” He asked, looking around surveying the space as she nodded, “I don’t need that much space.” She explained as he nodded, tying his hair into a tight slicked back ponytail.

Baji was always ready, it didn’t take him much convincing to beat someone, but she inspired a whole new flame within him, he didn’t just want to beat her, he wanted her to eat her words. He studied her stance, cautiously watching her feet and just as he was going to make the first move, she made quick work of her space, as she extended her arm almost as if she was going for a punch, faking the move as her frame lowered itself from his view. Crouching down, kicking her foot across the floor connecting her force with his ankles, catching him completely off guard. Baji stumbles back as she sits herself on his torso holding his arms above his head “That was cheap shit.” Baji snapped as she smirked, leaning further down until her lips were near his ear. “It was, but I don’t see you fighting me. What happened, Vampy Boy? Where was all that cocky shit you were talking about?” She whispered before moving away from his ear.

Baji chuckled slowly as he lifted his body upwards “Keep talking.” He taunted before turning his body under her hold, flipping their hands as he pulled her off and down onto the ground, with him now straddling her torso. “Tsk tsk tsk.” You think that weak shit is cute huh princess?” He asked against the shell of her ear, feeling a shiver run through her body under him. Once he had moved his face up from her ear to now look at her, Baji noticed exactly how close their faces were, and that’s when he noticed the faint scar that ran across her face, from her eyebrow to her lips, completely forgetting where they were for a split second he broke off the grip from their hands, causing a confused look to appear on her face as she tried to bring her hands down from above her head.

Even though Baji’s mind was focused on other things, he wasn’t going to let her be completely free. Using one of his hands to grip both of her wrists as he placed them back above her head allowing his other hand to carefully trace over the scar “What happened there?” He asked softly, his hardened eyes growing softer as he felt the depth of the scar, fighting back the urge to hiss at the rigid skin, he could only imagine the pain.

“Something horrible that made me the best fighter in here.” She snapped moving her face away, and just like that Baji knew he screwed up. His touch became somewhat toxic to her as she roughly broke one of her hands free using all her force from her hand and knee to push him off of her. Sending him back onto the floor, but not too far from where she was now sitting. “Nice match, Vampy Boy.” She commented before getting up from the floor and walking away from the TOMAN boys with such a haste as she unwrapped her hands, as Baji noted the shaking within them, he assumed it was just nerves from no longer being considered the best in the club, but unfortunately for him, he couldn't be any more wrong. “It’s Baji!” Baji called out taking account of her overall change in demeanor, she wasn't the same playful tease from when they first walked through the door. “Well then, nice match Baji!” She flagged him down before disappearing into the back.

“Her name’s (Y/L/N) (Y/N), by the way. Since you were so interested in her scar.” One of the patrons snapped at Baji as Smiley scoffed, as something clicked within him. “Her brother was killed by the Black Dragons.” Angry then followed up his brother's statement “They used her as bait to get her brother.”, the twins looked over at Baji who only nodded. “You know kid, you're honestly lucky you still have two legs. Last guy who mentioned that scar.. Well it didn't end so well for him.” The patron continued as a visible shiver ran down his spine, causing him to jump at the memory.

“Me and you (Y/N)! I want a real match!” Baji declared loudly, causing the girl to walk from the backroom, still clearly shaken up from earlier. “You know what? You’re fucking on Baji. No rules. No weapons. You want an early grave? Fine by me, who am I to stop you.” She declared her nearly cracking her composure in the process as Baji nodded. “I’ll be waiting. So don’t take too long training for me, ’kay princess?” He lightly teased, winking at her causing a small smile to appear on her face as she flipped him off before disappearing into the back once more “You know where to find me!” She finished as Baji nodded before turning towards the front door, this may have been their first meeting but it would definitely not be their last.

#tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #baji keisuke imagine #baji keisuke imagines #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers imagine

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jinpanman · 4 years

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Vampire’s Wine

pairing: vampire boyfriend!jungkook x fem human!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: 18+, fluff, slightly nsfw, established relationship

warnings: this whole thing is a disgusting bloody mess and not in the way you think. menstruation talk - from the use of hygiene materials to the smell of period blood, jk loves period blood - oop., casual conversation about sex and genitals

summary: You decide to brave the mystery that is menstrual cups. Jungkook is intrigued to say the least.

a/n: i needed a break from all my long af fics. u can blame my brain. u can also blame Jess @shelive-shelove for telling me to write this. and for helping me pick a member to write about - but then again, she always picks jk. also @joonie-mono kept judging me so now that it exists she has to read it. :-)

The simple matte black box sits on the bathroom counter and it’s incredibly intimidating despite it just sitting there. You pick it up and open the case to reveal an equally black menstrual cup sitting on top of a black pouch. A slip of paper falls out when you open it and you pick it up.

Greetings Y/N! We’re so glad you’ve decided to become the owner of a BLAKD cup. We understand some people don’t want color stained cups so we went ahead and…

You toss the card to the side and pick up the cup and turn it around in both awe and trepidation. There’s a knock on the open door but you don’t bother to look up.

“What’s that you go there?”

“JK honey, tell me. How am I supposed to stick this up my nether region?”

Jungkook snorts and plucks the cup from your hand.

“Well, my dick is bigger than this and you do such a good job taking it all in so I know my baby can handle this small thing.” He pats your cheek lovingly

You squeak and swat his arm away in disbelief. “Jungkook! I swear! You—that’s different! I’m not horny when I’m trying to stick this-this monster inside of me.”

He laughs and quickly covers the little distance between you, pulling you flush against him.

“First of all, that’s an insult to my dick because this,” he waves the cup in front of you and you roll your eyes at him “is no monster. Secondly, maybe we should get you horny first so it won’t be an issue.” He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip in anticipation.

You scoff and push him away, taking the cup back from him.

“I need to figure out how to stick this up my very unaroused vagina, so please go and do your vampy things and leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He merely shrugs but of course your boyfriend who must know everything about everything asks, “But babe, what’s wrong with what you usually use?”

Ah, now that’s a good question. You’ve used pads and tampons for so long and frankly you are so utterly fed up with the mess that is Aunt Flo.

“Jungkook, you won’t even understand even if I told you.”

“Try me.”

You raise a brow but proceed anyway. “Well they stink, for one.”

“False. I love the way you sme—okay, sorry. Go on.”

“Pads are so annoying especially when you’re sweaty and they stick to your butt and somehow you always end up bleeding everywhere except on the pad! And then tampons! Just the general scare that it’ll be stuck there for too long or it’ll poison you or that you’re actually not bleeding as much as you thought you were and you’re dry af and it gets so uncomfortable to take out!” you voice dies out, nearly out of breath because you failed to pause after each sentence. Jungkook watches you with amusement painted throughout his face and relaxed posture resting against the counter.

Your chest is heaving but you continue after taking a few short breaths, “Period panties are okay but I’d like some extra insurance y’know? Also everything is so fucking expensive! Tell me why we’re being paid to tend to something we absolutely cannot control? I fucking bet you if men had periods, they’d free bleed every month and expect everyone to be okay with it. But because we’re women we have to hide it because it makes—”

Jungkook breaks you off mid-tangent kisses you and grins. “Had to stop you before you start ranting for a whole 10 minutes and then forget why you were talking in the first place.”

You return the kiss and give him an appreciative smile. Most people aren’t into the “kiss someone to get them to shut up” but in your case, you appreciated the kisses because one, Jungkook gives the best kisses and two, you really would go off forever if he didn’t shut you up.

“Thanks, baby. Now please leave,” you say before shoving him out the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

After what felt like (and probably was) two hours you are finally out of the bathroom, feeling so utterly defeated and exhausted. You had gotten it in, but at what cost? Both your hands still reek of blood despite scrubbing thoroughly for several minutes with soap. Your thighs are aching from squatting for so long as well. You plop down on the couch beside your boyfriend who’s occupied playing some rando shooting game on the PlayStation. He inhales deeply and shoots you a quick glance. You give him a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything.

After his match, he leans in close to your stomach and takes another big whiff. You’ve long passed being surprised at how much Jungkook likes smelling you. You’d think he was a werewolf or something. Not that you’d tell him that because you were not in the mood to be dicked down just to “prove a point.”

“Hm? You don’t smell like you normally do?”

“Huh, I’m honestly shocked considering how much I bled all over my hands and thighs.”

“Careful, Y/N. You might make me horny,” he muses as he enters another match.

“You’re gross.”

“So, what does the blood just… sit there?”

“Mm, yeah. The cup keeps it all inside and when I take it out the blood will be there.”

“Tell me when you’re gonna take it out, okay?”

Without breaking eye contact with the television screen, he tilts his head to plop a quick kiss on your forehead. You pull a blanket over you and watch on as your endearing thousand year old boyfriend destroys the hundredth controller because he’s still very much a baby vampy and sometimes he forgets his own strength.

“Ohhh my goood this is so fucking weird,” you mutter in disgust.

Here you are, at the end of a full day of doing absolutely nothing, squatting in the tub once again. This time, instead of sticking a foreign object up your vagina, you’re trying to pull it out. You finally have a grip on the stem and your thighs are screaming at you but you fight through the burn because no way in hell are you gonna risk dropping your cup in the toilet bowl. The several guides you found on the internet said it helped to use your muscles to push it out.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

You push and you eventually feel the suction giving way. A few drops of liquid spill out over your hand and you grimace at how warm it is. You finally pull it out from inside you and you lift it up to inspect the contents of the cup. God it was startling how warm the cup is. It was both disgusting and fascinating to see how much blood you can bleed within half a day. And the best thing—it doesn’t smell! You’re done being weirdly fascinated with your blood now. You’ve definitely been with Jungkook for too long. You hold the cup away from you and tilt it to pour down the—

“NNOOOO!!!! STOP Y/N!!!!”

Your boyfriend stumbles into the bathroom and you watch him with absolute befuddlement as he inches closer to you with crazed eyes.

“Baby,” he reaches out to you, “what were you just going to do?”

“Um, pour out my period blood?”

“Baby!!” he practically whines and kneels beside the tub.

“...Yes? Jungkook?” You’re at a complete loss for why he came bursting here in such a hurry.

“I thought I asked you to tell me when you were gonna take it out.”

“I’m sorry hun. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m just taking it out?”

“Babe.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Jungkook, I don’t even know what you’re talking about so if you could just tell me, that’d be great.”

He groans into his hands and peeks at you through his fingers.

“I wanna drink it.”

Oh, for god’s sake. You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t ignorant to his obsession with blood, especially during that time of the month. He was a vampire, after all. This was a whole new experience though with nearly an ounce of your blood right in your hand. Before you can second guess yourself, you hand the cup to your very pouty boyfriend who takes it with a now huge smile gracing his face.

He brings the cup directly under his nose and takes a quick whiff. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. And then he lets out a deep, guttural moan. He flicks his tongue in the pool of blood then promptly empties the blood into his mouth. A normal person would not shiver at the sight of their boyfriend drinking their blood, but you’ve long resigned the fact that you were not normal. Your eyes fixate on the trail of blood that missed his mouth and now fall down the side of his mouth to his chin. You swallow in sync with Jungkook who hands you back the empty cup.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Please never stop using this cup. It is the greatest creation of the modern times… Next to the internet. Also don’t ever drain your blood anymore. Give it to me. Save the ocean.”

“You absolute dork,” you laugh and continue your downward gaze of his body. That’s when you see it.

“Oh my god. Jungkook. Did you… baby are you horny?”

#jungkook fanfic #btsghostie #vampire jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #f:vampire's wine #i'm so sorry #also black menstrual cups do exist #omg you guys tell me to stop re-editing this every 10 minutes

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 years

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we talked about how anthrorry would miss the new years eve kiss from y/n and that he was like ”yeah that sucks but we can do it later”, now if we put the bloodsucker and bloodbag in this situation we know that he would actually DIE if he wouldn’t be able to kiss her right on the fucking clock that night

vampy calling Y/N while she’s away for New Years with her family, right before the clock strikes midnight: Baby.

Y/N: Hi honey, happy New Years Eve! How are you and the guys—?

vampy: I called so we can have our midnight kiss when the clock hits twelve.

Y/N: ….Harry I’m across the country…?

vampy: Kiss the screen.

Y/N: I’m in the living room with my entire family, I’m not kissing the phone. That would look ridiculous—

vampy: IF YOU CARE ABOUT ME AND THIS RELATIONSHIP, YOU’LL KISS THE SCREEN!!!!!

Y/N: Harry—

Niall screaming in the background: KISS THE FUCKING SCREEN HE ALREADY HAD A MELTDOWN BECAUSE YOURE NOT HERE AND DECAPITATED MY REPLICA OF THE IRON MAN SUIT!!!!!!!!!!

#ysijwa!ask

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arianajbb · 3 years

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FIC RECS - 5

💕 rewards by @malfoysstilinski

💕 hogwarts express by @malfoysstilinski

Draco fucks Y/N to prove a point to Harry who he knows is hiding in the storage compartment above, watching the whole thing.

💕 phosphenes by @minty-malfoy

draco finally figures out all the mistakes he’s made to you, harry is determined not to repeat them

💕 What in Carnation? by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

The swim team is holding a flowergram fundraiser for Valentine’s day, and you have a secret admirer.

💕 please don’t take him (even though you can). by @nsfwsebbie

She can have anyone she wants, but you can never love again. Not without him.

💕 his own doing by @fuckingdraco

after draco breaks your heart, a new romance blooms.

💕 x by @dadplease

💕 x by @malfoysstilinski

riding draco’s thigh in the common room.

💕 Interrogation by @lovinglokilaufeyson

After joining Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad, Draco goes to extreme measures to find out more about Dumbledore’s Army. Specifically, through you.

💕 three’s a crowd by @malfoysstilinski

draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop.

💕 Strange Courting Rituals of Reformed Hydra Assassins by @river-soul

Bucky leaves encouraging notes and presents for the depressed reader to brighten her day except everything is written in his creepy serial killer handwriting. Her coworkers are alarmed by the notes like girl this is straight out of a criminal minds episode but Reader thinks it’s sweet.

💕 linger by @buckysbeloved

in which Draco Malfoy wants to be cared for and you want to care for him- yet you only speak through lingering touches and fleeting glances.

💕 The Wedding Date by @river-soul

Reader needs a wedding date to scare off her persistent ex-boyfriend and wants Natasha to come with her. Natasha has another suggestion in mind.

💕 Forever by @donutloverxo

You've been in a secret relationship with Steve for two years. What happens when he tells you he wants to be with you forever?

💕 When I Find You, I'll Find Me by @river-soul

After a 4th of July party at your friend’s house unearths some insecurities on Bucky’s part he suggests you’d be better off without him. You show him just how wrong he is.

💕 3am by @honeysucklesteve

he won’t ever say i love you, but he’ll always fuck you until you can’t stand.

💕 If You Go Down To The Woods Tonight by @badassbuchanan

late night patrols and lonely ladies

💕 Play Dirty by @jurassicbarnes

(Office AU) In which Steve plays dirty in order to make you work late and later you have to play dirty to get Steve to confess his feelings for you.

💕 Dial Tone by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a phone sex worker who gets a new caller.

💕 Serpentine by @cherienymphe

One night of passion ruins your life forever.

💕 red, white, blue’s in the sky, summer’s in the air, baby heaven’s in your eyes by @cloudystevie

sunday’s are for football games and attention

💕 The Perfect Fit by @amandaoftherosemire

Steve Rogers always seems to be wearing shirts that are way too tight for your peace of mind. One day you get the whole story.

💕 Bulletproof Epilogue by @amandaoftherosemire

You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?

💕 x by @mypoisonedvine

💕 x by @mxchellesworld

blurb on hate sex with bucky and he’s just really rough and degrading

💕 relentless by @cap-n-stuff

Bucky had enough of your shameless flirting and was going to show you just how much you were his and his alone.

💕 A Fresh Start by @angrythingstarlight

Andy has his perfect family with you, and now he wants more. Whether you want it or not. Andy knows what’s best, he always does.

💕 Know It All by @moonbeambucky

Your grades and patience are tested when you’re paired together for a class project with the one person you cannot stand, Bucky Barnes.

💕 I Can’t Swim by @revengingbarnes

The reader pretends to drown to grab the attention of the hot lifeguard who looks after the beach. Lies don’t last long though, and eventually it backfires.

💕 Captain Jealousy by @nony-bear

You and Steve have been keeping your relationship a secret to avoid public backlash for your age difference. However, after watching Steve flirt with a new agent at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, your jealousy and frustration come to a head.

💕 Taking Care Of Needs by @badassbuchanan

💕 A Christmas Compromise by @stargazingfangirl18

Even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, all you wanted for Christmas was Ransom.

💕 Never Leave You Standing Part 1 Part 2 by @thebookwormslytherin

💕 Love Theoretically

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 10(Epilogue) <-- (my favourite chapters)

by @mypoisonedvine

having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind. you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

💕 Catfish Part 6 by @vampy-doll

💕 x by @mypoisonedvine

💕 x by @thewritingdoll

Bucky and dirty talk

💕 x by @mypoisonedvine

dark!reader x steve rogers high school AU , where R is rich spoil brat & she always had a crush on steve but she always bully him by calling him skinny and all and Then yrs later, time changes her family discarded her from will and she becomes poor and need job, got hired for PA by dark ceo!steve rogers who she bullied her all school life

💕 Just Falling by @indyluckycharlie

A one shot set in 1936. You’re attending art school in New York, and you became fast friends with your classmate Steve. His best friend Bucky though? It took you a little longer to warm up to him given his reputation as a ladies’ man. But now, you’re happy to call him a friend. But nothing more, right?

💕 Golden Hour Daydream by @indyluckycharlie

Set sometime in the 1930s. Just a late afternoon date with your favorite fella.

💕 The Girl In The Diner by @tinymalscoffee

He was just too naive to see how naughty she really was.

💕 attention by @golden-parker

Bucky has been too busy to give you the attention you’re craving, so you take matters into your own hands.

💕 Beg for Daddy by @sweeterthanthis

The thought of your mother passed out next door, the other side of your bedroom wall, did nothing to quell the intense hunger you felt for him.

💕 Take a break by @badassbuchanan

all work and no play makes Y/N a whiny little brat

💕 heavy is the head by @luciilferss

As the princess of the great lands west of the Indigo Sea, you were born with a burning loyalty to protect and serve your people. From war, from famine – from the rebels that terrorize your land. But when an ambush from said insurgents sees you kidnapped, you’re suddenly torn between service to your country and duty to your family – and, maybe, that odd little feeling that’s evoked by the terrifying men the rebels call Captain.

💕 here, kitty kitty by @nsfwsebbie

Your sugar daddy wants his wildest dreams to come to life. You, on the other hand, aren’t really into it.

💕 Angel Baby by @brooklyns-boys

💕 on my tongue by @moteldwelling

‎‎your next door neighbor was going to be the death of you. tall, dark, and ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎handsome - it doesn’t even seem to matter ‎that he’s your dad’s best friend.

💕 Whatever It Takes by @wienerbarnes

The Avengers recruit you, a medical genius of sorts, to help solve the case of an agent who is dying from an unknown illness. You seem to catch Bucky Barnes’ attention.

💕 Hey Neighbour by @moonbeambucky

You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 4 years

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Blood red mist - Japer x reader

Hello everyone. Sorry for my long absence, life got in the way. But here you go, a jasper hale x reader pic thats been long overdue for @imyourapocalypse, there will be more parts but heres part 1! :)

“Guys, it’s okay, i’ll take her.”

The one sentence that you didn't think really meant anything, until it did.

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Birds. Frikin birds. Normally you were one with nature, but not when it decided to wake you up as soon as the sun rose. You groaned and rolled over in bed mushing your face into the hard lump that was your fiancé. He snickered under his breath and stretched out next to you, rubbing a hand over your back, playing with your hair. You looked up and smiled at him, taking in his brilliance, his messy blonde hair glimmering in the sunlight, the beams from the early morning catching his face making him shimmer, his skin like diamonds.

“Morning cowboy.” He smiled back and pulled you into him, placing his nose in your hair, breathing in your scent.

You had met Jasper a few years ago now. You think back to when you watched the tall, pale, blonde haired man float through the school office while you were there to pick up copies of your recommendation letters. You'd been so startled and taken aback by his beauty and piercing amber eyes that your fingers shook and the manila folder you were holding slipped out of your hand and landed on the tiled floor with a dull thud. A classic scene from every cheesy rom-com you'd ever watched, only you didn't care, because as you leant down to pick up the folder in embarrassment, Jasper helped and as soon as you looked into his glowing eyes, you knew fate was a real thing.

Since then you'd been with the Cullen’s through almost everything, well, not with them in person some of the times. You'd been accepted to University across the country and missed most of the recent drama that surrounded the Cullen family and Bella Swan, but having recently graduated you were back now and you couldn't be happier, neither could Jasper.

At first you weren't sure if you liked Bella, you were a few years older, and weren't one for drama, in the beginning you didn't click, however, overtime when you had a holiday or came to visit the Cullen’s you grew closer and closer and were practically best friends. You could relate to one another… both human (Well, not Bella anymore) both in love with good-looking Vampires.

You were still away at University when Bella was changed, due to come back only a few days after. Jasper had been filling you in on everything that had been happening, and you face timed with Bella every day until the change happened. You'd got back and were instantly kept away from your friend, only glimpsing her still, frozen form through the smeared glass of the Cullen’s make shift infirmary. Jasper assured you it was for your own safety, his Major side was out in full force, his mind floating back to the time he trained New Borns with Maria. He knew how destructive they could be, what little willpower and resistance they had and he constantly worried for your safety.

You'd managed though. Survived through it all, somehow unscathed, the meeting with the Volturi, which…. you weren't actually there for, again. Something you weren't involved in. If it had been Bella she would have been brought along but Jasper was protective on another level, dominant. You could never win a fight with Jas, his need to protect you and your bond too strong to fight.

Now it was just another day. The Volturi were gone, the other vamps, the family friend had all gone too, now it was just you and the Cullen’s, you and your mate. You smiled to yourself. Finally, the first day things can start going back to normal.

-A few hours later -

You were laughing at something Rosalie had said while cupping a mug of hot coffee in both of your chilly hands. The air outside was frosty, the remnants of winter lingering. Rose had been talking about some girl who'd tried flirting with Emmett in the local convenience store.. lets just say if looks could kill, that poor girl would either be a New Born or dead.

Bella and Edward joined you in the Kitchen, even without vampire hearing you could make out what they were saying. Jacob, as much as he wanted to, couldn't come over to look after Nessie, He had pack duties and so now Bella was saying she couldn't join the family hunt. You smiled and coughed a little. Both looked at you, unaware you and Rose were sitting across the room.

“Guys I’ll be here, I can look after Ness.. I know you wanted to get her some school supplies Bells, I know the perfect shop in town I could take her to and then we could get some food! Have a girls date.” You smiled, your teeth sparkling against your slightly chapped, rose red lips.

“What’s this about a girls date.” The southern accent made your skin tingle and before you could turn around Jasper was already behind you pressing a kiss to the sweet spot on your neck, you sighed and leaned back against him.

“Y/N is taking Renesmee into town for some shopping and food while we all go hunting this afternoon.” Bella smiles at you gratefully but you feel Jasper tense behind you. You watched as Edward rolled his eyes and gave you a small smile, obviously listening to Jaspers loud thoughts.

“Darlin, I don't know if I like the idea of the two of you being without one of us..” You were next in line to roll your eyes, turning to look at your fiancé, you took his hand and kissed his knuckles.

“Jas, were only going to town, we will do a little shopping for school supplies get some food, the human kind, and then before you know it i’ll be calling you to come pick us up again!”

You stood up off the stool and kissed his cheek, slipping out of the room away from Jasper before the Major could disagree, It was decided. The vamps would do the vampy hunty stuff, and the Human and hybrid would look for cute fluffy pencils and sparkly backpacks.

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It was just after Christmas, the air was frigid and frost still nipped at both your noses as you skipped down the steps of the restaurant. The snow had finally cleared, but still no signs of green life in the town of Port Angeles. Somehow Nessie had persuaded you into getting ice cream even though it was the middle of January. Bags in one hand, Nessie’s gloved hand in the other, you walked side by side back to your car a few streets over from the parlour. It was oddly quiet, but then remembered there was some sort of celebration going on near the dock, the reason you hadn't seen anyone on the walk back to the car park. You had parked where you normally did, the same car park behind the book store Edward had once saved Bella in.

You could see it, your silver BMW under the single street light, bathed in a warm glow. A belated graduation present from your family. You smiled and thought of Jasper. Wondering how they were getting on at the hunt. Just as you were about to reach for your phone you heard a twig snap at the edge of the trees. Then a swoosh, something passed your eyes in a flash. Something wasn't right.

Your phone started to buzz in your pocket.

You stopped. Nessie stopped. Something didn't feel right. Your smile faded, somewhere in the distance you could hear a scream, but then realised it had come from right beside you, You slowly turned to look at Renesmee, fear on her little face. You were confused, until you felt it. Your stomach felt warm, hot almost, only one part of it, then all of it at once, flashing burning pain.

You sank to your knees, the bags in your hands dropped with a dull thud and the contents slipped out onto the wet asphalt. Nessie was staring at you in shock, you looked down and choked as you watched the silver handle of the knife, wedged in your body, bob up and down in time with the rhythm of your laboured breathing. Your phone was still ringing, the sound a fuzzy noise somewhere floating in your scrambled thoughts. In the distance your were sure you heard a howl. They were too far away. You grabbed Renesmee’s hand, giving it a squeeze, you were crying, a red haze seemed to float around you both, like raw energy flickering in the night sky.

“Nessie look at m-me, don't be scared.” You sobbed, you were dying, you could feel your energy fading, the red haze around you seemed to get brighter. “Nessie, it’s okay, shhh.” You were trying to calm her down, your hand still clutching her small one. Your eyes were flickering.

“Nessie, my phone, can you get my phone.” You weakly pointed to your blood soaked pocket. She seemed frozen, unable to move, then something clicked inside her. She grabbed it answering the frantic caller on the other end.

“Uncle Jas, Uncle Jas there’s so much blood.” Nessie cried. Jasper. Your eyes were getting heavier, you could hear Jaspers frantic voice on the other end. Suddenly you felt the phone pressed against your ear, it felt like your could hear the sound of your blood rushing around your body.

“Jas-jasper,” You were crying harder, the man you loved frantic on the other end. “I love you Jas, I love yo-you.” You couldn't hear what he was saying, not really, the pain taking over, the darkness creeping closer and closer, the red haze getting brighter. You were dying, and everyone was too far away to save you.

Rose’s P.O.V.

The hunt had been a successful one. We hadn't been able to hunt as a family for a long time, always something popping up meaning people would have to stay behind. Jasper was on edge, everyone could tell, obviously thinking too much about Y/N, his mate. We didn't really blame him, we all know how it feels when it comes to the care of your Bloodsinger.

We had all finished up, just getting back to our cars when Bella’s phone rings. Jacobs name flashing across the screen, Bella answered still laughing at something Emmett had said, but her tone changed instantly. Everyone could hear the conversation. Jake sometimes freaked out about the whereabouts of Nessie, but this time it was different. Something was wrong.

“Bella! Wheres Renesmee and Y/N?! Something is wrong, Nessie is in trouble, our bond, I can feel it she's scared, really scared, I'm going to find them now!”

We all looked at each other and then to Jasper, he was staring at Alice, who had fear and an absent look in her eyes.

“Y/N’s hurt.” If i wasn't already dead my heart would have stopped. All of us were at our cars in a flash, quicker to get to Port Angeles by car than running. Jasper had his phone pressed to his ear, no doubt trying frantically to call his mate. She was answering, Jasper was banging his fists against the dashboard, anger and fear radiating off his pale skin.

“C’mon darlin pick up pick up.” Pain and worry in his voice. The phone is answered.

“Uncle Jas, Uncle Jas, there’s so much blood!” Everyone could hear Renesmee crying on the other end of the phone, then it seemed like the world stopped. Y/N’s weak voice whispered through the receiver.

“Jas-Jasper.” She was crying, if vampires could cry, we all would be too. “Jasper, I love you.” The line went dead just as we reached the “Welcome to Port Angeles sign.” Alice had seen where they were and it didn't take a detective to figure out where Y/N would have parked.

We just all hoped we would get there before it was too late.

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