#dpr ian one shot
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Rated: M (18+)
Genre: smut, fluff, one shot
Synopsis: after a bad break up you meet a handsome man in a dog park.
Warnings: one ass smack, protected sex, cute nicknames and penetrative sex.
Words: 3,049
Author’s note: I wanted to write something more soft and with autumn vibes. I just haven’t written in so long and wanted to put this out before winter. I mean it hasn’t snowed for me yet so I don't count it as winter yet lmao.
It was a cold crisp early autumn morning and you were walking your dog Jax, a Shiba Inu breed. Your ex boyfriend got you while on a trip to Japan. Your ex boyfriend left you with the dog he was yours anyway. The break up was a nasty one with your ex boyfriend. Ever made time with you he was either busy with work or hanging out with his loser friends you disliked so much.
Things weren’t always like this you once both loved each other very much after dating for 2 years decided to love in and build a life together you always wanted a dog so on a business trip to Japan your boyfriend got you Jax for your birthday you cried holding the small puppy in your arms the best birthday gift ever.
Let’s be real, you felt like shit your boyfriend came over last night to pick up his stuff. He was moving in with his best friend, the one you hated because he was so far up your boyfriend’s ass honestly he should have dated him instead.
When you and your ex boyfriend would get into heated fights and he was anywhere nearby he was always picking a side and it was always his best friends of course even when he couldn’t be anymore wrong that was the bro code shit these men spoke of because it just didn’t make any sense to you.
You were holding Jax's red leash as you entered the dog park. You could hear the fall leaves underneath your shoes crunch as you walked on the leaves that have fallen from the trees.
You had a hand holding a hot coffee while the other held your dog’s leash tightly when suddenly a small black dog a mini pinscher breed it jumped on top of your dog and it scared you a bit not knowing if they were playing or not you were paying to much attention to the two dogs in front of you that your hot coffee spilled all over your jeans.
“FUCK” you yelled out feeling the coffeee seep through your pants burning your thigh. “I’m so sorry, is everything ok?” You heard a deep Aussie accent and as you looked up you saw the most beautiful man you ever came across.
“Let me help you, I'm so sorry about that.” He rushed over with a stack of napkins handing them to you. You pressed the napkins to your thigh on the wet spot but your eyes never left his.
“Lori come here” he lifted the dog up in his arms. Something about a man with a dog since your ex boyfriend wasn’t a dog person he just got you the dog because he thought it would keep you company and leave him be with his friends.
“It’s ok I just got burned a bit by the coffee but I’ll be ok.” He opened his mouth in a gasp.
“That is not ok let me make it up to you I’ll get you a coffee. I’ll also get Lori here a new leash here since hers snapped.
You watched the man be all lovey woth hos dog and it warned your heart instantly. “I can come with you if you don’t mind Jax here needs a new bowl.”
“Really? Well then let’s head over there now if you don’t mind”
“So I know your dog’s name Lori and you know my dog Jax bit that is your name? My name is YN by the way.”
“My name is Christian I usually don’t let my dog loose I’m a responsible pet owner I promise but her leash unexpectedly broke and well she’s a playful dog and so when she saw the only other dog at the dog park she got a bit excited.”
“I see that it’s ok really.” You self consciously put a strand of your hair over your ear.
“Well I’m a bit glad things happened the way they did I mean minus the hot coffee spilling on you.”
“So to the pet store then to the cafe to get my coffee? You owe me.” You joked.
“I’m a man of my word YN.” The both of you walked out the dog park making your way to the pet store.
Christian looked through the dog leashes and decided on a black one you could see him testing out its strength.
“I’m sure you’re good with that one.” You teased walking toward another aisle full of all types of pet bowls they had: stainless steel, ceramic, plastic, double bowls, elevated dog bowls the list went on and on.
“Having a hard time picking one?” It was now Christian’s turn to tease you.
“Well it’s much harder than picking from leashes I’ll tell you that.”
“Ppft I digress.” Christian picked up a stainless steel double bowl and walked to the counter.
You followed behind him “you needed a bowl too?”
“No, since I saw you having a difficult time I picked one.”
“That was nice of you thanks.”
You both walk out and this time Lori is on her leash. Christian is still holding the brown paper bag with the bowl in it.
“So the next stop is the cafe?”
“Yes the cafe it is but let’s do outdoor seating since we have the dogs with us.”
“I mean that makes a lot of sense to me.” Christian smiles.
The both of you walk two blocks down from the pet store and there is the cafe.
“Two… or should I say an outdoor table for four since we have our furry friends.” Christian says and we are seated by an older woman outside.
“Are you ready to order?” The cute older lady says.
“One iced americano and….” He looks at you for your order.
“Hot coffee light and sweet three sugars please.”
“Ok and I’ll bring some treats for the furry friends too.” The lady leaves.
“She’s nice.” You say.
“I feel like dog people are usually nice people.” Christian looks under the table at the two dogs who are lying peacefully on the ground.
“I think we tired them out today.” Christians head pops back up from underneath the table.
“I mean we walked everywhere maybe that’s why.”
“So tell me about yourself, where do you work? Do you have a boyfriend?”
“ I work in marketing and no I don't. I had one but not anymore. You?”
“ I work in the arts so painting and sculptures mostly. I don’t have a girlfriend I haven’t in a year.”
“Oh that sounds so cool and why not? You’re very good looking and with that accent I’m sure you have no problems.”
Christian laughs when the older lady returns this time with a tray and two drinks she places the drinks on the table and gives the dogs treats.
“Enjoy the drinks, anything else I can get you?”
“No, we're done for now thank you so much .” You say. You both are sipping from your hot drinks.
“When you truly love someone and have your heart broken it takes time to heal.” Christian continues the conversation.
“I get it well I just got out of a serious relationship “
The both of you continue to talk about life and other things. You looked at your phone and you have been at the cafe for an hour now.
“I should get going now, you know shower from the coffee that spilled on me earlier.”
“Let’s exchange phone numbers.” So the both of you did and you were on your way “I’ll walk you home if you don’t mind” Christian still held on to the paper bag he was such a gentleman.
You and Christian walk along with your dogs. “Ok well this is me right here thank you for walking with me.” You say as you stand in front of your apartment building.
“Let’s stay in touch.” He simply says and with that Lori leads the way. You watch him for a bit then head upstairs to your apartment with Jax.
When you reach your apartment you use the key to open your door to your surprise you see your ex boyfriend on the couch.
“What are you doing here?” You were highly annoyed by his presence.
“I got the last of my stuff and to return the key.”
“Ok well thanks I won’t live here long anyway.”
“Why not? And where were you?” Why did he care about you and what you were doing? He just needed to be on his way.
Jax stood in front of you very protectively.
“What does it matter to you? We aren’t even dating anymore.”
“Are you seeing someone else?”
“You have no right to ask me that it’s none of your business.” You raised your voice and Jax started to bark at him.
How dare this man be back at your apartment without a heads up and he had the nerve to be jealous when you broke up with him 2 weeks ago.
“If you aren’t seeing someone it would be a simple question to answer but you can’t because you’re with someone else already I know it just tell me.”
“You are sick and twisted, you know that? It is none of your concern what I do, who I say or who I don’t see now, get out of my apartment right now.”
Jax barks got louder and your ex boyfriend got up from the couch throwing the key over your head. What a dick and he just reassured you that breaking up with him was the right thing to do. You wouldn’t ever go back to that.
A month has passed since your break with your ex boyfriend and you had been texting Christian daily. It was cute flirty texts and getting to know each other better. Mostly you haven’t seen each other since the cafe date your break up felt so fresh you couldn’t move on just yet.
You have been looking for new apartments because you thought moving from this old space you shared with your ex boyfriend would help in the moving on process. You reached out to a few realtors on some properties and waited for them to contact you for a viewing.
You were getting ready for bed when Christian texted you again. You smiled as you read his text. He couldn't wait to see you tomorrow you replied and put your phone on the nightstand smiling to yourself you couldn’t wait to spend time with him again soon.
You went to sleep and were awakened in the morning by your alarm clock. You hit the stop button getting up from your bed and you start to get ready for work where you will be counting down the minutes for when you’ll see Christian again. The day hasn’t even begun and you knew you would be dreading it.
You finished your work for the day but acted as if you were busy with someone before you were given an extra task you didn’t want not today you had plans and you were excited for those plans you kept looking at the time hoping it would pass faster.
It was 5:30 PM and you were clocking out. You had to rush to the train to get home to shower and get dressed for your… well not date you didn’t know what it was you and Christian haven’t discussed that yet and you both were just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes you would make out but before it got too intense, always stop yourself. You weren’t fully healed from your breakup and it didn’t feel right to have sex with another man in the apartment you once shared.
Lucky you the train pulled up on the platform as soon as you finished climbing the stairs. You got on the train and saw a seat so you sat down. Today was your lucky day. Indeed, you checked your phone to see Christian had sent you a photo of him at his art studio. The man was gorgeous. He was so focused on his sculpture donning black frames to get a better look of his work.
You almost missed your stop because you were too enthralled with the photo. You grabbed your purse and rushed out before the doors could close. You had 3 blocks to walk before you were home to get ready and you were speed walking. You had a lot to do and you didn’t want to keep him waiting. You reach your building and let out a sigh of relief time to get pretty, you thought to yourself. You laid your clothes on the bed and stepped in the shower. You knew exactly what makeup and hair style you wanted. You got out the shower in your towel and started to prepare for… whatever this is.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror making sure everything was looking right then headed quickly out the door. You met up with Christian at the bowling alley and then after had sushi for dinner. You weren’t talkative and Christian seem to pick up on it.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, popping some sushi into his mouth.
“I’m sorry I’m so quiet, I'm just in my mind too much.”
“We’ll talk to me, what's on your mind right now darling?”
Your heart thumped harder at the nickname.
“Well…” you blushed, picking at your California roll with the chopsticks.
“Are you not into the date?”
There it goes he said it a date this is a date all your worries and headache went away with one simple word date you smiled
“No, I love it and thanks for the date.” You drank the rest of the sake and started to eat and become more engaged with Christian now that he put your worries at ease.
The date was done and you both had a great time and decided to head back to your place. Jax eagerly greeted Christian since they have become very much acquainted.
“Hey Jax, did you miss Y/N? I’m sorry I kept her from you but she’s here now.”
Jax jumped on your lap and you started to scratch his head. The both of you sat on the couch talking and taking turns petting Jax. After a while Jax was asleep and you put him on the couch next to you.
“I bet Lori misses you too.”
“My mom is taking care of her now.”
“Really why?”
“I’m leaving this weekend I have an art show. I was wondering if you would like to attend with me?”
“Of course I’m sure my mom won’t mind dog sitting for me.”
Christian leaned over kissing you unexpectedly but you reacted by kissing him back. The both of you were all each other on the sofa.
“Let’s take this to my bedroom.” You said leading the way. The both of you went straight to the bed clothes were being removed and thrown on the floor.
The both of you were naked and you laid in the middle of the bed Christian’s hands caressing your body. Something caught Christian’s eyes on your nightstand and you quickly knew what it was your vibrator that you had used earlier in the day you forgot to put it away.
“Oh babe I see you were having fun without me.” He grabbed the vibrator turning it on.
“I think I’ll have more fun with you now.” You spread your legs giving him access to you. Christian smirked as he pressed the vibrator over your clit.
“Is that ok?” He moved the vibrator in a circular motion.
“Put it higher.” You bit your lip watching him work the vibrator on you.
“I think you need more than a vibrator.” He said and you looked down at him and saw his erected cock.
“You’re right about that I’m tired of my hands and vibrator.”
“Well I can be of some assistance to you.” Christian got his pants from the floor and went in his pants pockets pulling out a condom.
“I know you can.” You watched as he put the condom on then picked up the vibrator again placing it back on your clit this time with higher speed.
You moaned at the high speed vibrating perfectly against your clit. Soon after Christian entered you slowly as he kept the vibrator pressed against you , the sensation of him in you stretching his walls and the vibrator would have you cumming in no time.
“That feels so good Christian oh my God.” You threw your head back moaning louder. Christian picked up the pace, his hips slamming against yours as he put the vibrator on the highest speed.
Your body felt like an explosion of sensation, a wave of relaxation and peace taking over your entire body shortly after. You couldn’t believe how quickly you orgasmed . I mean he was hot and extremely talented in bed. You have been deprived by a man for so long your body responded quickly to his.
“Darling I know you didn’t cum that quick did you?” A very cocky grin played on his lips.
“I’m I’m I’m so sorry I…. I…” you sounded like a broken toy repeated itself.
“Oh no it’s ok I’m not done with you just yet babe. Now lay face down for me.” You did as you were told and he smacked your ass. Your legs were straight and hips slightly raised off the bed. Christian entered you from behind. He felt bigger than before in this position.
Christian stroked deeper in you as he nibbled on your ear then softly bit your shoulder and proceeded to your neck.
The passion filled through your veins as his pace quickened. Your pussy pulsating in his cock adding even more pleasure you both were close to reaching your high.
“Fuck I need to get on the pill again so you can fuck me raw.” You looked back at him as you both reached your climax and he pulled the condom out tying it up and threw it in the trash can.
“Well luckily you are my girlfriend now and we have a lot more time to do more of that on our trip.” He grabbed your face kissing your lips and you both cuddled on the bed.
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Kiss Me and My Bones Turn to Ash
Synopsis: You get introduced to Mito in the worst way possible.
A/N: I love AU’s like this. This was a long time coming, but finely, this WIP is seeing the light of day after some long months. I tried to make it 5k words or less, but apparently, 7.3k is the smallest I can do. I hope DPR fans (and even nonfans) enjoy this little one-shot of mine. As always, much love, Jenn
Pairing: DPR IAN x Reader
Genre: Demon!Mito, Demon AU,
Word count: 7368
Warnings: dark themes, sacrificial themes, light BDSM, smut, blood, light gore mentioned, there is some dirty shit in here y’all. Mentions of drug-use
Your throat was raw and your skin ached.
Raw from screaming and attempting to struggle out of the many hands that gripped your arms and legs. Your one last shot at freedom echoing between cypress trees and an endless midnight sky. Multiple hands stripped away every last shred of dignity from your body until there was nothing left but tears that flowed freely down makeup smeared cheeks down to naked skin.
You were defenseless as these intrusive hands came by the dozens - yanking and pulling you down dirt paths deeper inside the forest.
It didn’t matter how your voice rose in a crescendo of despair; the fear worming its way deeper inside your gut. The small hope you’d held onto that someone - anyone - would save you died the minute your bloodied back met cool stone.
You continued to give them a fight as they spread you like a star across the midnight stone of their altar. You wouldn’t make it easy for them. While they treated you like something disposable, you knew your life meant something to you with all the moments you’d never see flashing wildly behind frantic eyes.
It wasn’t until the ropes cut painfully deep into the skin of your ankles and wrists that you felt the last grain of hope die in your chest. The prayers to whoever was listening, cracking one last time and washing out to silence as a wolf howled somewhere off in the distance.
No one was listening to the sounds of your prayers - or so you thought. It wasn’t until later you’d learned he’d been walking beside you, as they dragged you through dirt and rocks that cut into your skin. He watched and listened as you thrashed and cursed them with your own hatred bubbling molten hot beneath muscles and bone.
He watched and waited for the perfect time to peel free from the shadows and find his new home inside you.
Cloaked men came together to form a tight circle around the altar. Their arms raised up along with their voices in a deep chant that you swore made even the branches on the trees tremble. Was it Latin? Aramaic? The only ones who knew were the voices of the men and whatever god they were praying to.
You were trying to catch a glimpse around the edge of the hood of someone’s clock - was that Devin from microbiology? - when a knife started to carve shallow lines across your stomach.
A fresh wave of screams rose from your throat. The sound was lost inside the ominous chanting of men with hidden faces and the night. You knew your thrashing was pointless. You weren’t miraculously going to develop superhuman powers and Hulk your way free from your restraints.
So, with each descending cut down your abdomen you snarled, “Fuck you!” In their direction. Your fear was bleeding away into something carnal - something worthy of savagery. No longer did you want them to see you weeping for a God to save you. If you were dying, it would be with defiance in your eyes and skin in your teeth.
Another seething retort was flaring to life on your tongue when you noticed him, and that was when your world completely shifted.
You had to be hallucinating him. A sadistic trick of your own mind to find comfort in…what? He didn’t seem real. He couldn’t be. But there he was. Over the shoulders of these hooded men, at the backdrop of the forest, he paced around them. His eyes pitiless and empty except for what looked like a blue spark of flame. His thumb traced the bottom of a pouty lower lip with the top of his Cupid bow curling into something sinister. You were watching him - you’d seen him and for some reason it brought him joy. He seemed amused, whoever he was, and that amusement sent that blue spark into a flame that lit up the entire iris of his eyes.
He was handsome. The kind of handsome Roman sculptors looked for as a muse when carving into marble. You were willing to bet that there were dozens of odes and poems written just about him. Dark long hair framed his features and somehow made the pout of his lips more exaggerated. The edges touched the collar of his black trench coat that framed wide shoulders. Shoulders that spoke volumes of muscles that rippled with power and seduction: that left thousands begging for forgiveness for following any that wasn’t him. His jawline was razor sharp and the bones of his cheeks raised high. A part of you wanted to call him Apollo, but deep down you knew if he was a God he could only have one name.
Hades.
The chanting came to an end and with it the carving. You didn’t want to turn away from him - your lord of the underworld - but your curiosity took hold. You wanted to see what these bastards had done.
You didn’t yell or scream when you saw the drizzles of blood that ran like heavy syrup down your sides. The crudely cut shape of a pentagram carved into the soft flesh of your abdomen.
He could’ve done better.
It felt fucked up to think that way but you were all out of tears and if you were going to die you at least wanted it to look better than resembling a carved-up Christmas ham. The enter situation began fucked up from the minute you woke up inside a cell and only worsened with each passing hour. If only you hadn’t accepted that stupid invitation maybe then you’d be home in your room eating discounted Oreos and on to your next Netflix binge.
The regret built thick and thicker on your tongue until it made it impossible to swallow past the growing rage. Or maybe your throat was just raw from all the unanswered pleading you’d done - you were done crying. If you were going to die you refused to let it happen with fresh tears in your eyes.
You took in a heavy breath and let yourself grow rigid - hard and hollow - ready to curse them and show them your defiance. It didn’t matter if it was a pitiful last attempt at acting like you had any semblance of control. You weren’t going down begging.
“Fuck-“
You. That’s how it should’ve finished.
Instead, one of the hooded assholes - Jisoon from economics, it looked like - let out a gasp. If you were under better circumstances, you would’ve made fun of him.
“It’s you! Oh, my lord!”
His body collapsed down to his knees. His arms out in front of him in what he must have thought resembled reverence. In actuality, he looked more like he was afraid.
Groups of hooded heads turned to see what made their brother fall to his knees. Your own head included. You weren’t entirely sure why you needed to look. You knew he was there.
You’d felt him long before your eyes ever gazed upon him.
He manifested from darkness. The shadows cast down by the moonlight from trees, bushes, and rock slithered to create his form and once he was made he stepped out into the clearing. The second the group of eyes fell on his darkened figure they followed down on their knees. Their faces buried in the dirt where their praises fell from their lips to the soil.
“What are you praising? The dirt? Fuckin’ idiots,” you snarled.
If you’re going to worship something - someone - you look it in the eyes. Let them feel your devotion like a plague.
One of them looked at you then. His hatred was evident on his face. If he could, you were sure he would’ve spit on you. If you could, you would’ve strangled him with the rope he left you to die in.
“Dark lord - foul one - we bring you the offering that you have desired.”
Besides the long dark coat he wore underneath was a graphic shirt that reminded you of a Rorschach painting. Black designs flooded the white material until it took on different shapes. It was tucked inside black denim that hugged his thighs and dove inside black combat boots.
If he really was a demon he was not only the most ridiculously good-looking one out there, but self-consciously stylish.
Your head dropped back against the stone. Your wrists and ankles are still tightly spread and trapped by the ropes that hold you bound in place. You want to keep looking at him. The desire to look at him was overwhelming, but your body was too weak to fight the exhaustion of holding yourself up.
He walked calmly into the circle they created with you at the center. His eyes took you in and you swore you could feel the trail they took along your body. You felt a need so violent suddenly flash under your skin your wrists jerked against the rope. A whimper of urgency to plead with him to touch you almost escaped your lips, but you caught it and swallowed it back down.
A sexy smirk played across his lips. As if the son of a bitch knew what he almost made you do in a sacrificial circle with you as the main star.
Fresh anger brewed in your stomach and you were ready to spit it out at his feet when you blinked and he was just there. His hand clasped tight to your cheeks in warning as his obsidian eyes of flame met yours.
“I wouldn’t do that, little lamb.”
You would have told him to shove it if he wasn’t holding on to your face so painfully tight.
“Is this all you brought me?”
Well, that was fucking rude.
“Lord Mito- “
One of the hooded assholes from earlier began to rise from his knees. This guy makes himself the preverbal leader of this merry band of idiots. He was on his way up from a one-knee position when Mito stopped him. His only other free hand halted him in place.
At first, you thought it was nothing more than a gesture. He was staying still because his master instructed him to do so. It didn’t hit you that it could’ve been something else until you noticed his pale complexion begin to darken to crimson. The other hooded assholes now looking around in uncertainty and - something you truly enjoyed - fear.
“You come to me - like your parents - to make deals for your Ivy League tuitions with riches and recognition and you come bearing fruit from only one tree. You ungrateful roaches.”
With each word he spoke the boys began to writhe on the ground. Their identities exposed to you the way they’d exposed you to their treachery - naked and alone - to a demon for slaughter just so they wouldn’t need to try hard at life. Some of them you’d thought were your friends.
“We have more! We can get you more!”
“There are tons of these drunk bitches back at the house.”
More drugged women they meant. More women like you who were dumb enough to take their betrayal as friendship. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted revenge. It stoked the dying fire of rage that was left in your gut and made it new.
For a moment, you blinked, and your entire world evaporated into darkness. A part of you screamed as you tore your face free from his hands to stay put - to be a good girl.
What had being a good girl ever got you but sacrificing yourself until you end up on some fucked up altar in the woods.
You were surprised when Mito didn’t turn his grip tighter to hold you in place. He didn’t try to keep you in place and was willing to let you go. Your defiant eyes staring up into his that flashed with mirth.
“I have a better offer for you.”
Your voice was hoarse. Hours of begging for your life will do that to you. Now it felt like its own premonition. Maybe to begin again all of what held you back needed to be stripped away in fire and blood to show you what you were capable of becoming.
“Shut up, you whore.”
It was Carl - sweet coffee shop Carl - who lashed out at you then. His words full of a frantic need to keep you quiet. Mito’s head tilted in his direction giving Carl only a sideways glance before a hand moved into view. His middle and ring finger making a swift motion up sending Carl up into the air.
When Mito spoke the rich baritone of his voice grew darker. The night itself shifted back as if whatever words he hummed in Latin were more terrifying than what resided inside it. You watched as Carl tried to scream as his body contorted in an ungodly way. Blood pulled from the corners of his mouth and eyes with unspoken words gargling out his agony.
“I don’t expect any further interruptions, children” Mito snarled with Carl dropping in a twisted - and very dead - heap on the forest floor. “I smell a deal coming. Please, little lamb, continue.”
Your tongue flicked across your cracked lips. Your hesitancy dying off as soon as you watched his hungry eyes follow their movement.
“I offer you them.”
A crescendo of yelling rose as a wave around you. The men who sought to end your life with brutality did not seem to enjoy losing their lives the same way. How funny.
Mito made a swift turning motion with his hand and pulled it close to his chest. In the span of the same heartbeat it took to do it all the screaming stopped. He’d stripped them of their voice.
“If I wanted them I would have them.”
You shook your head hard once to deflect his claim.
“That’s not true. If that was the case, they would already be dead. Especially Carl. You’re stuck in some weird servitude thing. I bet you can’t even leave this area.” An unnatural cold wind rushed over your skin. It involuntarily caused your hands to grab at your bindings as a shiver ran across your body igniting it in goosebumps. “I can offer you all of them. All twelve of them along with my servitude and the release to feed freely as you wish until I’m dead.”
Everything appeared to grow still as his eyes searched your face. Was that excitement in his eyes? You couldn’t tell at first but realized the growing flames that seemed to leap up endlessly past his iris wasn’t because of anger. It was the thought of new prospects. A freedom to feed in a way he’d been denied after however long he’d been summoned.
Mito began to slowly lean down towards your face and you struggled not to turn away. The fire in his eyes created the illusion that you were falling further into hell and, maybe you were. Strangely enough - for him - you were willing to burn.
“You’ve got a deal, little lamb,” he breathed across your lips just before he crushed his mouth against yours.
You shouldn’t have thought of it as a kiss. It was visceral - every part of you fought against your ropes, digging the thread deeper into your flesh just to feel his pouty lips envelope over yours. The tip of his tongue moved across your lower lip, asking for entrance, and you gladly gave it.
You opened to him without hesitation and Mito deepened the kiss. He used his tongue to open you up further; cracking your lips and smearing it against his own. At the first hint of copper on your tongue Mito let out a moan that made you strain against your bindings. The sound was pure sin. It was the promise of pleasure and pain - of being torn apart and made anew.
When he tore his mouth away from you in a snarl, you almost screamed out in frustration, but the twelve hooded assholes who you’d offered up did it for you.
You couldn’t see all that well what was happening in the clearing around you. The sounds of screaming resonated back inside the night sky once more, but this time it no longer was yours. You listened as some ended abruptly while others gurgled around throats full of blood just before their end. The sound of flesh and thicker things landing with a plop on the dirt made your stomach flip. Splashes of blood rained down on you and you squeezed your eyes shut tight.
It felt like an eternity before the screaming stopped abruptly after the sound of a boot crunching the bones of someone’s neck. You could hear the wind move across the leaves and scatter them over objects - maybe bodies, maybe rocks - and branches. It became so eerily quiet that you wondered if the whole thing had been a dark part of your imagination.
Maybe you’d open your eyes and find yourself back inside the party. Your friend handing you a warm beer as you danced to a remix of some song that you didn’t know half the words too. It was a good thought - a great one, actually - but one you knew wasn’t going to be true.
When you opened your eyes a hurricane of emotion billowed up in your chest and threatened to release from your lips. Mito was floating above you, his eyes completely consumed with the flames that earlier had only shown like dying embers. Now, the fires were completely stoked by the souls of the corpses littered around you.
A devilish smile showcasing perfectly white teeth raised his lips as he watched you swallow down your fear. You could’ve sworn they all looked very sharp and pointy, but just like his eyes you watched as they all but disappeared. The only thing left to show for what had happened was a naked torso covered in tattoos and streaked with blood.
“Are you afraid?”
You licked your lips as you tried to think of how to answer and watched as hungry eyes followed the movement once more.
“It depends on what you mean by afraid,” you answered him softly. “Am I afraid of being in your debt? No. Am I afraid of you? Yes.”
His finger dragged along your cheek and followed the curve of your face. You thought he would stop there and gasped as he traced it further down to your throat, over your chest, and to the curve of your breast.
“You’re smart to be afraid of me,” he replied huskily. His body was no longer floating above you but was now being held up by his own weight. “But I promise to take good care of you, little lamb as long as you promise to do the same for me in return.”
His head dipped to the curve of your neck to press a soft kiss just below your ear. The intimacy of the gesture wasn’t something you’d prepared for. You’d expected him to be brutal; to take without remorse. Instead, Mito pressed his lips softly against your skin as if to tell it a secret.
It didn’t seem possible, but as his lips glided down your throat and to the hollow of your collarbone an ache began to grow hot and molten in your blood. He placed one last kiss between your breasts before his tongue dragged a hot line down close to the carved flesh of your stomach.
You were aware of his hand as it crept up your thigh. Mito made sure he took his time with every inch his fingers took - tracing over the dips in your hip and over the mound of your pussy. Constantly he teased you - getting close and pulling away - and never let you have an inch of relief.
A whimper was rising in your chest. Your hands no longer docile as they struggled to loosen the hold of the ropes at your wrists just so you could lace your fingers roughly in his hair. Mito’s tongue ran over the top point of the pentagram causing a hiss of surprised pain to rush past your lips. You wanted to move away from his wandering tongue as it continued to explore the open wound, but a strong hand held you in place.
Mito worked his mouth over the botched grooves of your stomach - cleaning up the last remnants of your fucked up night. A growl was growing louder deep within his chest, humming against your skin, just before he shoved his tongue brutally into the open wound.
The pain tore the air from your lungs. The scream you would’ve unleashed was stolen by silence and two thick fingers pushing themselves past your folds until they were knuckle deep inside you.
You wish you could say that your body fought him - your thighs had clenched shut around his arm or your hips made it impossible for him to enter you. That he didn’t find your pussy dripping and eager for him. None of that would be true, however.
Your body accepted him like a zealot to a newfound religion, and his fingers pushing past your folds to fuck you had your hips rising up to meet him with devotion.
“Please,” you hummed.
You didn’t care that you were begging. You were ready to shout for him to go further - deeper - when he inserted a third finger. The feeling of your pussy stretching followed by the overwhelming sense of fullness caused you to buck against the rock. The movement forced your stomach up into his hungry mouth causing his tongue to go deeper into the cut.
The stinging sensation should’ve been enough to bring you back to your senses - a warning that this was fucked; you shouldn’t be enjoying this - but Mito made your body crave his pleasure through brutality.
His wrist began to pump his fingers in deep, curling and stretching you until you came impossibly undone. Every time he pulled back - his fingers entering you anew - he went impossibly deeper. His fingers curl enough to hold the breath in your lungs and tear it free when his thumb curved up and pressed down on your clit.
A wet squelching noise began to rise up around you. It was lewd - complete filth that mixed itself together with the sloppy sounds of his mouth hungrily cleaning up the dried blood surrounding the pentagram. Your cheeks would usually burn red hot with embarrassment at the sounds being made, but when Mito’s thumb began to apply pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, fingers still fucking you, you couldn’t find a reason to care.
With a thick pop, Mito removed his mouth from your wound. Fresh blood - your blood - outlined his puffy lips. He made no move to go back to your chest or do anything. His fire filled eyes did not stop from watching as you writhed beneath him.
“Tell me: I want you to tell me to whom you belong.”
His voice was sin. It was sex - something ancient and primal that blossomed inside you like blood on a white shirt. It made your body needy as his thumb stroked in time with his fingers as they pushed inside your cunt.
“You - fucc it’s you.”
“You’ll do what I ask of you. No questions asked.”
His curled fingers touched something deep inside you. Something that clawed a mewling sound out from between your lips and made your body struggle anew against your restraints. You knew Mito wanted an answer. The irritation was creasing that pretty brow of his and making his hairline drop to greet them.
The same irritation stoked the flame in his eyes from cobalt blue to crimson. Mito thrusted his fingers one last time into you before he removed them. If he was trying to punish you he was too late.
That last thrust - with the hard rub of his thumb against your clit - sent you barreling over the edge. Your orgasm hit you violently and fast and you found yourself wetting the front of his chest.
“Dirty girl,” he huffed. “You got me all wet.”
He moved along your body until you were eye level. Your body was still trembling underneath him when his fingers laced themselves at the base of your scalp and pulled. A yelp leapt out of you as Mito’s free hand took hold of your jaw and held your mouth open.
You watched as he accumulated salvia at the edge of his lips. Your brain barely registered what he was doing until he spit it inside your open - waiting - mouth and forced it closed.
“Swallow.”
The demand was fire. A promise of punishment if you disobeyed. You wish you could’ve said it was disgusting. The taste of blood - your blood - and brimstone staining the inside of your mouth and coating your throat pissed you off. That you fought against him and told him to fuck off. In all actuality, it only made your cunt clench down on nothing.
Once you swallowed it you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue out just to show him you’d been good. Done as he asked. The gesture alone sent a devilish smirk to curl across those pretty lips.
“Good girl. Now let me hear you say it.”
Oh. Right. “I’ll do what you ask of me, Mito. No questions.”
“I expect you to hold up your end of our deal tonight, little lamb.”
“I always keep my promises.”
You were trying to sound cheeky. Instead, it simply came out breathless. Mito was still staring down at you like you held the world he wanted to destroy and fuck if it wasn’t making it hard to think past the growing heat between your legs.
Slowly, Mito lowered himself closer to you and only stopped when his lips hovered a mere inch above yours.
“That remains to be seen.”
The baritone of his voice whispering against your lips sent your body into hyperdrive. You were ready to beg him to fuck you when he dropped the last inch and placed a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth.
The sheer softness of it startled you. Your eyes went wide as he pulled himself off of you and finally your makeshift altar. He was moving around you carefree. His movements slow and careful as he picks up his shirt and jacket out of the viscera and carnage he’d strewn across the fall leaves.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, little lamb.”
This asshole! Now your eyes were wide for another reason. You reached your arms up as high as you could raise them before giving the ropes at your wrist a shake.
“Ugh, hello? Are you just going to leave me like this in the woods?”
Mito stopped at the edge of the clearing and regarded where you were like you were complaining about being in a five-star hotel. His shrug only set a fire to blaze in your blood.
“It did cross my mind.”
“That’s gonna be a huge no for me.”
“You mean, you don’t like being tied naked to a rock in the middle of the woods?” He teased, with an eyebrow cocked.
“Tempting, but no. Not in the slightest.”
“Very well,” he shrugged. “See you soon, little lamb.”
Mito disappeared back inside the darkness he was born from, and you were ready to scream. To threaten to take your deal back when you threw up a middle finger at his exit and realized the rope was gone.
Thank god - whoever - for spooky favors.
You weren’t a smoker - still weren’t - but if offered you took one. From curious bartenders, frat parties with social smokers, and the ever-present sleazy drunks who assumed you must be a whore pressed so close to the shadows of the brick buildings Mito liked to frequent.
The only whore you were was his.
Of course, you were sure the only reason you let the toxic trash touch your lips was the same reason you drank in excess when he was gone. You weren’t entirely sure when you first noticed it. The emptiness you felt at small pleasures you used to enjoy became a distant memory.
When was the last time you truly enjoyed a milkshake? A damn good Lumberjack-style breakfast or a warm cup of coffee? These days it seems you need multiple milkshakes to really taste the sweetness of the cream or the artificial flavoring of candy. You need dozens of pancakes and a mountain of syrup to even begin to feel full.
No. When Mito was gone there was no fulfillment in anything. You were a bottomless pit of wants and craving and the only thing that could ease the burden of that unfashionable emptiness was him.
At first, you didn’t want to believe such a thing could happen, but the more he stayed away the more you felt the black hole of longing begin to brew inside your gut. You wondered if anyone else could see it; the desperate way you tried to fill it. No matter what you tried nothing could ease the ache of nothingness until he reappeared. Your knight in his all-consuming darkness.
When he would simply appear from the shadows or come up quietly from behind you while you sat on a bar stool, his hands covering your eyes and a devious, “Guess who?” cascading down your senses, you felt whole again. Complete. A fucked up missing puzzle piece finally fitting back in its rightful place.
Maybe this is what it meant to be soulless. A hollowed-out version of who you were that only knew relief by the hands of the devil.
You spent weeks since that night at the party - from your little adventure in the forest - before you saw Mito again. When he finally re-emerged for the first time that night with his hands hovering over your eyes you didn’t need to hear the husk of his tone to know it was him.
Your skin had become feverish with a desire so deep it felt like you’d taken a sledgehammer to the gut at just the heat of him pressed against your back. All the life you’d felt slipped out of you day by day, everything you loved and that made you-you suddenly was coming back with blaring clarity.
The second Mito’s warmth retreated from your back, your legs were swinging the bar stool around to follow him. He was moving to sit in the empty stool next to you. His feet barely touched down on the grimy linoleum floor before you were on him.
You secured your arms around his shoulders and, to his apparent surprise, used the momentum of your body rocking into his to pull him towards you. You weren’t giving him a second to speak or deny you any longer. With a hand secured at the nap of his neck, and the other twinning inside the soft silk of his shirt, you crashed his pouty lips down on yours. Your tongue darting to trace a request for him to open up to you.
Mito didn’t make you wait long.
As suddenly as you’d taken hold of him Mito took hold of you - trapped you - in his arms. His kiss devoured you; ate and tasted up every whimpering plea his tongue stroking over yours coaxed from your chest.
You felt alive. You felt whole again.
Every sinew - every nerve of your body crackled with electricity, and as Mito’s hands glided up the back of your thighs you swore you could’ve become a storm.
The both of you had stumbled into the bars’ back bathroom. The door held together by makeshift locks letting you know the entire place heard every moan he’d torn from you as he fucked you. When his cock bottomed out - so incredibly deep - between your folds and left you coming all over the edge of the bathroom sink, you knew that the whole entire bar heard.
Later that night, Mito made two deals with two grimy-looking fucks. They weren’t into specifics of the deals they tried to make, and that was the thing about demons. Specifics. They were wordy bastards - great at mind games and twisting phrases and promises around until it sounded like a sweet deal, but the fine print was always missed. Needless to say, the two men had made their own separate deals that night. Neither one of them made it to see the sunrise.
After that night, Mito allowed you to travel with him. When you made yourself useful and found him unsuspecting souls full of grief and gluttony and, Mito’s personal favorite, rage. He particularly enjoyed the souls that looked sweet on the outside; soft and sincere sounding with their crosses around their necks. Underneath all of that tried-hard smile was something sinister; something Mito claimed to be the sweetest flavor of sin.
You weren’t sure how all of his deals were struck. You were positive the women, and some of the men, probably asked for the deal to be sealed with a kiss. Sex. Not all of them prefer a handshake and words of good faith. One guy, in particular, wanted the deal to be sealed with a little flame, making Mito do a weird magic trick of using his finger like a candle.
Yeah, that was a weird one.
None of them made it past a week. Some - if they were lucky - got a few months.
That’s how you ended up backstage in a band’s dressing room. You’d met the lead singer at a club they’d been performing at. He’d sauntered up to the bar pressing the crotch of his jeans against your ass and tried to play it off like he was just leaning against the bar - waiting for a drink just like you.
The dislike for him was instant.
You allowed yourself to listen to him ramble. His pickup lines were incredibly atrocious. He thought being in a band made him instantly fuckable.
The only way you saw out of your predicament was to play into it and invite him to meet Mito. There were four other members in their group - four other people to come along for the ride. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourself to their dressing room so Mito could do his whole song and dance.
Show them he’s a demon and did his best not to freak them out. He was out there buttering them up. Five fresh souls for the taking.
Whenever he made a fresh deal Mito liked to fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of a fresh soul, or a fresh kill when a particularly delicious sinner sat down at his table was too good to pass up (here is where the word games came into play). Whatever it was, he came back to you in such a euphoric high the tattoos that painted his skin writhed like a living thing.
You weren’t complaining, not really. Your only complaint - if you had one - would be on those days when he’d made multiple transactions in a day. You cared very much when your overstimulated body threatened to rip in half as his cock pushed back inside your bruised walls; fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips. His teeth leaving impressions in the mounds of your breasts.
There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to come back in one of those highs. He’d warned you to stay put and that taking one foot outside the room meant punishment.
Mito wanted you close and easy to find. You, however, were growing impatient.
You hated how easy it became for him to read you, especially during sex.
There were times you enjoyed playing hard to please and Mito? Well, he enjoyed playing into it just to tear you apart and turn you into a crumbling mess beneath him. It was his way of reminding you that he owned you - mind, body, and soul - and while you continued to play your little games, it was only because he allowed the facade of freedom to dance like little sugar plums around in your head.
But there were moments he stripped those sugar plums from your head.
The first night he’d marked you had been in the dressing room of someone famous. It’d make you nervous to be around them not because of who they were - you would have cared less about their money and a false sense of infamy. No, it made your skin crawl to watch these people negotiate deals with Mito as if they were making a setlist. They were too stupid to realize they needed to read the fine print; to know that fine print was open to change whenever Mito saw fit.
You tried to wait like he’d asked, just like now, but the place made your skin crawl. You’d grabbed your bag and had just made it to the door, your hand on the knob twisting and swinging it open when - like Houdini - Mito was just there.
An itching sensation began to grow between your shoulder blades. One where you couldn’t tell if it was a warning, you just being antsy to flee, or an actual damn itch. Whatever it was, maybe you should’ve listened to the first part, but just the memory of being left alone - again - inside another dressing room left your brain pleading with you to flee.
Mito be damned.
You slid off of the couch and your chunky boots made a resonating thud inside the empty room.
Yup. Time to go.
The second your hand wrapped around the doorknob and pulled the door towards you flashbacks of that night replayed through your head at warp speed.
He didn’t seem surprised at your attempted departure. Instead, with an arm draped against the doorframe, Mito seemed like he was actually waiting for you to open it. A flurry of thought erupted in your head on how you could explain what you were doing - what he was seeing. You could easily tell him you’d sensed his presence at the door and were just trying to make it easier for him to enter. You knew, however, when reflecting obsidian eyes glanced down at your bag clutched tightly in your hands the jig was up.
“And where, little lamb, do you think you were going?”
“Mito I wasn’t-“
“And don’t lie to me,” he continued. His words over saturating yours as if he wasn’t finished talking to begin with.
His body immediately encompassed what small space was left between you, him, and your attempted exit. His pitiless eyes were still staring down at you - waiting for a response - while he closed and secured the door behind him.
You already knew the minute you saw him at the door you weren’t going anywhere. Now that he’d locked you in, sent your pulse racing with excitement or fear you weren’t too sure which was which. Lately, the two seemed to blend together.
He was pushing you back farther into the room; your feet backpedaling into a moment of peace before you knew what would happen.
“I was tired of waiting for you to get back. I was going out for a smoke.”
“I told you to wait here,” he growled.
“And I wanted a smoke.”
You wanted to sound unmoved by the fluorescent gleam of rage billowing up in his eyes. At any minute his left could wash over to the bleak white that promised he was minutes from breaking. The facade of playing a mere mortal man bleeding away until all that stood before you was Death.
You were so hyper-focused on him that you weren’t aware he’d backed you against the built-in makeup counter until your lower back came into painful contact with its edge. Just as a sharp gasp huffed from your lips Mito’s hand struck out - fluid and snake-like - to wrap around your throat. Constricting just enough to remind you it was there.
“Little lamb, I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen.”
He did. He’d told you many times. Mito even embellished his warnings like a tiny little nightmare meant to keep children from adventuring out into the woods.
Don’t go out there children. That’s where the wolf resides and he’ll tear you to bits.
You always were a whore for things with sharp teeth.
“You did, but I can’t help it,” your words gasped around his tightening grip. “You know I love to see if you’re a demon of his word.”
You watched intently as his eyes scanned your face. The Smokey trundles of white that began to billow up inside his left eye as his nostrils flared. A part of you felt victorious. A matching smirk was seconds away from sliding the corner of your lips upward until it was cut short.
Mito released his hold from your neck, his body moving back just enough to allow space for him to turn you around to face the mirror. His hips closed the few inches he’d given while he kicked your feet apart.
“You love being punished so much, don’t you, little lamb. Always testing your limits and one of these days you’re going to push too far.” As he spoke, his words curled at the base of your spine brimming with a threat that sent your heart thundering in your chest. “You’re so gluttonous for my punishment, let's see how you handle this.”
The reflection in the mirror showcased your uncertainty. Your brow creases with the weight of unspoken questions as to what Mito could possibly mean. For a split second, ice-cold fear encapsulated your mind that maybe this was it. Maybe your deal was done and he was finished with you.
That thought was ripped from your mind as Mito pushed your skirt up to your hips and a sharp smack of his hand against your ass brought you back to the present. Looking in the mirror, you could see his right eye was brimming with fire while the other had been completely consumed with white.
He pressed up against you to keep you trapped between his body and the counter. Mito’s eyes watching as you watched him begin to remove his jacket and then the colorful shirt that had lived underneath it.
No matter how many times you’d seen him naked, Mito never ceased to catch the air in your lungs. Your body forgot to register to breathe as you drank in the caramel tone of his skin and the museum of art that now slithered against his flesh. His muscles bunched and flexed as he tossed his clothes aside, and already you could feel the fabric of your underwear become soaked.
He dragged a hand from the base of your spine and slowly moved it up until his hand laced in your hand. His fingers twinning in its strands and pulling back hard enough to tear a scream from you.
With his free hand, he spanked you hard on the same cheek. The sting dulled out the momentary pain you’d felt.
“Tell me. Let me hear you say what you want.”
“I want you.”
Another hard smack against your ass left your hands scrambling for something to hold you up; anything at all. The only thing you logically seemed to find was the mirror itself.
“You know that’s not what I meant, little lamb. I know you want me. You’re soaking my clothes.”
Licking your lips, you caught his gaze in the mirror and held it. Your chest heaving as you struggled to get out the words you knew would ruin you.
“I want you-I want you to fuck me, Mito. My lord. My master.”
You threw in the last for fun. You knew he loved it when you used pet names for him. One that reminded you both of who - what - he truly was.
“As my slave commands.”
You weren’t about to correct him, because you were. You knew without him you were nothing and when he dropped to his knees in front of your cunt with his tongue pushing between your folds, you knew Mito worshiped you too.
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The Video below is a clip from one of Ian's INSTA lives where he talks about his fear of manic episodes taking over, and how it effects or can effect his life.
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☆彡 BLUE-JISUNGS' 2ND ANNIVERSARY ! ★彡
4/03/2022. that’s when a certain silly girl decided to post her first work to a new platform. that silly girl is axe and a new platform (for her) is tumblr. 2 years passed so so quickly i don’t even know how?? thank you all for being here for me and supporting my work, it means so much to me!!
to celebrate this, i decided to make an event!! it’s nothing too fancy but i hope you’ll enjoy it: seventeen members as dpr ian and dpr live (dabin) songs! ofc i wouldn’t be myself if there wasn’t a little twist~~ here’s the deal: i’ll post titles of songs so far, you don’t know which member it is unless posted AND within each fic there’s a spoiler who’s gonna be next !! the range is 500-4k words for some of them, there is a variety of genres so i hope everyone will find something to enjoy. also, i made most of the banners myself — however id like to thank @slytherinshua , @eternalgyuuu and @l3visbby for your help with some of them !!
i don’t wanna make it too long so if anyone is interested, a few words from me and thank you note is below the masterlist ! <3 be aware that the schedule may change as i haven’t written all pieces yet!
ACTION!, dpr live — c. vernon [4/03]
SO I DANCED, dpr ian — l. chan [7/03]
SUMMER TIGHTS, dpr live — k. soonyoung [10/03]
TEXT ME, dpr live — k. mingyu [12/03]
PEANUT BUTTER & TEARS, dpr ian — y. jeonghan [15/03]
BALLROOM EXTRAVAGANZA, dpr ian — l. seokmin [18/03]
SO BEAUTIFUL, dpr ian — h. joshua [21/03]
YELLOW CAB, dpr live — b. seungkwan [24/03]
JASMINE, dpr live — x. minghao [27/03]
PLAYLIST, dpr live — l. jihoon [30/03]
MERRY GO, dpr ian — w. junhui [1/04]
JAM & BUTTERFLY, dpr live — j. wonwoo [4/04]
ONE SHOT, dpr ian — c. seunghcheol, [7/04]
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don't go insane | pjm + jjk
Jungkook's friends warned him not to go looking for Thirteen, Seoul's most prolific "pleasure dealer."
↳ pairing: incubus!jimin x human!jungkook
↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | strangers to lovers | fantasy | angst | smut
↳ wc/date: 3.9k | November 2023
↳ warnings: idk if this is dead dove or just shitty but maybe don't read this if you're sensitive to problematic characters, alcohol, strip club, jimin is sort of a drug dealer, humans who have sex with incubi can become addicted, codependency, dry humping, shower masturbation, unprotected anal sex, anal sex without prep, painful sex (but consensual aside from the whole addiction thing???), blood, pain kink, degradation, humiliation, jungkook has issues i'm ngl, jimin also has issues sdhkfjs
↳ notes: this was written for @irishhorse-blog for the halloween drabbles (ik i'm late but halloween is a lifestyle, not a season) who was interested in jikook! this probs went in a totally different direction than you'd ever imagine 💀 idk what i was thinking while writing this, as usual. pls don't @ me jhsdkfjs bye🦇 unfortunately, i couldn't figure out who the original person was who made the jimin edit so shout out to them, whoever they are
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↳ what was jai listening to? don't go insane - dpr ian
The bouncer looks over Jungkook’s ID for too long. He shines his mini flashlight at the plastic and watches how the shimmery symbols reflect in the light as if to say, I’m real, please believe me, and Jungkook watches with clammy palms splayed against the sides of his thighs. The denim of his jeans soaks up the moisture as he subtly rubs his hands along the seams like it matters if he’s sweaty. No one will be shaking hands with him tonight, and if everything goes according to plan, he’ll be sweaty for another reason.
That is, if he actually makes it inside the club before it closes.
His ID is real, but Jungkook has an “angel-baby face,” as Hoseok calls it. It doesn’t matter that he has hole-punched his face to slip silver rings wherever he can. According to his roommate, round cheeks and eyes pulled straight from a Disney movie are enough to slam Jungkook face-first into the land of perpetual childhood.
“Alright,” the bouncer reluctantly shoves Jungkook’s ID back into his hands and motions toward the door with his flashlight.
Jungkook hears one of the clubbers behind him groan, “Fucking finally,” but he’s too giddy to pay them any mind. He tries to keep calm as he slips through the doors, focusing on walking purposefully rather than skipping with anticipation.
He’s getting way too ahead of himself. A plan is in place, and Jungkook is determined to follow it. Straying from the plan, well, he doesn’t want to think about what that might mean for him.
For a strip club, Ego is far less seedy than Jungkook anticipated. The club is dark enough to give patrons a false sense of anonymity necessary for men to comfortably sit back in black satin chairs and let their tongues hang out of their mouths as male dancers gyrate in front of their faces. There are patrons of other genders, as well, but Jungkook thinks the men are the most afraid. They take their pleasure in the dark because it’s safe. Only the occasional strobe light of pink and gold casting a sugary glow across everyone’s faces breaks the facade, and even then, the effects are minute.
Jungkook thinks he has gathered this much about the club and its patrons by the time he eases into a barstool and sips on his overly-priced cosmopolitan. It’s the only fancy alcoholic beverage he knows of that isn’t dark liquor.
If this were a regular night out with Hoseok and his other friends, Jungkook would be throwing back tequila shots or sipping on a vodka cran. Rather than wear a nice black buttoned shirt and slacks, Jungkook would be sporting baggy cargo pants and an oversized t-shirt.
The thought that this isn’t just one of his regular Saturday nights reminds Jungkook that he should be nervous. And, fuck, he is. The back of his neck is hot, and a sweaty imprint is left behind when he lifts his hand from the black marble bar counter. It fades eventually, but it’s there.
He tells himself as he flags down the bartender that after one more drink, he’ll be ready. He can’t get too drunk; he needs his wits about him.
In the end, Jungkook is lucky that he’s only on his second drink, or else he wouldn’t have noticed the very thing he came to the bar to find.
Behind the bartender’s ear, half obscured by his mint green hair, is a small tattoo of an inverted pentagram with a dagger running through the middle. Jungkook’s heart kicks up in his chest, practically launching him over the counter. Three words are all he needs to speak. Three words. Three words. Three words.
“Um,” Jungkook begins, hearing the insecurity bleeding through his tone.
Shit.
“Would you like another drink, sir?” the bartender asks with a raised eyebrow and an airiness to his voice that catches Jungkook off guard.
Three words, three words, three words, it’s only three words.
Swallowing thickly, Jungkook straightens his posture and looks the incubus dead in the eyes as he says, “I summon Thirteen.”
Jungkook doesn’t know why he does it. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t. Hoseok laid them all out for him before Jungkook ran off to Ego with his phone on Do Not Disturb and his heart in his throat.
For starters, it’s illegal.
Jungkook gets nervous about simply returning his past-due library books. How would he survive jail? Or even if he doesn’t go to jail, he’ll at least get a hefty fine thrown at him and a mark on his record. That’s enough to make him want to start crying just thinking about it.
Then there are the dangers, which explains why this is so illegal.
Jungkook doesn’t believe in it– he thinks it’s all discriminatory rumors and exaggerations. Incubus or not, they’re just a person. How could sex with a person be dangerous? Sure, there’s the supposed high, but Jungkook just can’t see how it’s possible to become addicted to a person.
Take the vampire blood epidemic currently sweeping the nation. Jungkook understands that. Humans ingesting vampire blood for the hallucinatory high that comes with it, that type of addiction makes sense; it’s consumable, tangible.
To be addicted to a person sounds fake.
For a brief moment, as the mint-haired bartender leads Jungkook through a series of backdoors marked “EMPLOYEES ONLY,” Jungkook thinks perhaps Thirteen is fake, too. Maybe this mint-haired bartender is going to kill him for being fool enough to believe in Thirteen.
All the horror stories Hoseok fed him earlier come bubbling up his throat like acid, images of people with sunken faces and cracked lips hovering around clubs, not unlike Ego, fingers shaking for a fix they can’t get anywhere else.
It’s illegal for incubi to feed off of humans. Incubi can only feed from other immortals; humans’ souls are far too fragile. Jungkook is a human, but he’d never consider himself fragile. He has grit despite how his hands shake.
“What’s your name, kid?”
The bartender’s question jerks Jungkook out of his spiraling thoughts. It takes Jungkook a deep inhale before he finds the ability to speak, and by that point, the two men have stopped in front of a plain black door with the number 13 embossed in gold in Jungkook’s sightline.
“J-Jungkook,” he answers, belatedly realizing he should have given a fake name.
With a curt nod, the bartender turns to the black door and knocks on it three times in quick succession.
From the other side of the door comes a low voice speaking a language Jungkook doesn’t understand. The lock clicks and the sound makes Jungkook realize he can’t hear the loud music from the front of the club. Just how far back is he?
“Come on,” the bartender orders gruffly.
Stumbling forward, Jungkook tries to recover, but his confidence wavers once he peers through the cigar smoke weighing heavily in the air.
It’s a private lounge, perhaps one of those VIP rooms where more than just a routine lapdance occurs behind closed doors. Jungkook wouldn’t know; he doesn’t have the money for that type of thing.
Through the smoke, a man reclines on a red velvet couch with one arm draped over the back and his muscular thighs spread open. Dressed in a slate grey suit with a tastefully patterned tie snug at the base of a throat covered in thorny tattoos, he looks nothing like Jungkook had pictured.
Pleasure dealers are said to be dirty and seductive villains who lurk in the shadows and lure you in with a promise of a good time. Thirteen is sophisticated and intimidating, with a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His eyes, black and ringed an ethereal blue, pierce into Jungkook. Something about him is suffocating, with one look capable of stealing the air out of Jungkook’s lungs like a violent intrusion.
The hand not gripping the back of the couch rests on his left thigh, palm facing upward. At the subtle flick of Thirteen’s middle finger, the bartender shoves Jungkook roughly into the room. The room, he hadn’t noticed, his entire body drawn toward Thirteen.
“Sir,” the bartender bows at the waist. “Jungkook has summoned you.”
Thirteen’s thick lips curl into a smirk that sends a rush of trepidation through Jungkook’s bones. Stony, yet with the slightest glint of amusement, Thirteen’s eyes shift from the bartender to Jungkook.
“Is that so?”
Jungkook’s next swallow is slimy, like a slug inching down his throat. It reminds him of the time Hoseok hexed him with a case of vomiting slugs after seeing the spell in a movie.
Unable to speak, Jungkook simply nods.
Thirteen leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs with his hands loosely clasped between his spread knees. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Jungkook-ssi?”
Thirteen hisses Jungkook’s name, and Jungkook feels as though he’s being squeezed, Thirteen somehow wrapping around his body like a serpent despite sitting across the room. Warmth spreads across Jungkook’s cheeks and down the back of his neck. The room is stifling, but Thirteen’s gaze makes his chest feel cold.
“Pleasure,” Jungkook finds his voice enough to whisper the word right back. “I seek pleasure.”
Thirteen has a piercing just below his plush bottom lip, a tiny silver ball that matches the location of the little chocolate mole beneath Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook wonders what the silver ball would feel like if he licked it. He’s horrified by the thought.
“Did you not come to beg me for pleasure, Jungkook?” Thirteen’s breath is hot against Jungkook’s neck.
If Jungkook turns his head to the side, he can line his lips with Thirteen’s, make them overlap, and pry them open with the tip of his tongue. The thought assaults his mind.
Thirteen digs his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and yanks his head back to force their eyes to meet.
“Stop fighting me and fucking beg for it,” Thirteen growls.
“Please,” Jungkook whispers. He squeezes Thirteen’s shoulders, straight and thick with muscle Jungkook wouldn’t expect from such a polished appearance. Even the thickness of Thirteen’s thighs beneath Jungkook is surprising.
Sitting in Thirteen’s lap, Jungkook feels small.
“Are you sure you want this, human?” Thirteen spits the question, “Because it doesn’t sound like it.”
Thirteen is cruel. His lips curl into a smirk that’s just as attractive as it is mean. His grip on Jungkook’s waist is bruising and nearly painful, but Jungkook likes it. Usually, he doesn’t. Usually, Jungkook wants to be taken care of gently. He likes soft love, soft touches, soft fucking. Whatever this strange desire to be ruined is, it’s not normal. He yearns for it. His body aches as his mind reels.
Own me, take me, ruin me.
A sick mantra clouds Jungkook’s brain. He tries to blink it away, but the more he struggles against this strange pull, the foggier his head becomes.
“I-I want it,” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as a sudden wave of pleasure strikes him in the gut. It’s hot and wet, like lava rolling under his skin, from his chest down between his legs, where his cock is painfully hard in his slacks.
“Want what?” Thirteen mocks Jungkook’s inability to speak.
Jungkook can’t stop himself. He ruts against Thirteen’s body, rocking into him to get as much friction as possible. It shouldn’t be so hot, shouldn’t be hurling Jungkook toward an orgasm so quickly, but he feels like his entire body is pulsing.
“Y-Your cock.”
“No.”
Never in his life has Jungkook ever wailed, but he does now. He sobs with his entire body, back concaving and face buried into the crook of Thirteen’s neck when he cums.
It shouldn’t have been so easy. Aside from pulling Jungkook’s hair and letting him sit in his lap, Thirteen never even touched Jungkook. Yet he came, the force of his orgasm making him tremble like an addict going through withdrawal.
“Good things come to those who wait, little Jungkookie,” Thirteen murmurs in his ear.
A sharp contrast to his earlier behavior, Thirteen runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, smoothing out the strands he’d disturbed when he tugged on them so harshly. The action is confusing, though Jungkook’s brain is mush inside his head.
Jungkook tilts his head back to look Thirteen in the eyes. His eyes cross and waver, unable to focus on Thirteen’s face despite being right in front of him. Sleep, or something like it, tugs at Jungkook’s eyelids. His eyes flutter rapidly as the room spins.
“You taste exquisite,” Thirteen sounds pleased when he speaks. Jungkook doesn’t understand.
“I-”
Jungkook is falling. His eyes are closed, and his fingers stretch into the empty air, searching, no longer holding onto Thirteen’s muscular body. The darkness that sucks him up is cold, like the feeling in his chest when Thirteen looked at him for the first time. It seeps into his bones until Jungkook’s entire body trembles.
Jungkook is falling, and there is no one down below to catch him.
Jungkook wakes up in his bedroom to the sound of Hoseok singing. His heart beats painfully in his chest. The rhythm is irregular, skipping a few beats or pumping so slowly that Jungkook panics, wondering if it may stop altogether. By now, the sensation shouldn’t be alarming; he’s been having these nightmares for weeks.
Every morning, he wakes like the living dead, sitting up abruptly with his fingers clawing at his chest and his mouth hanging open as he gasps for air that somehow chokes him when it goes down.
Falling, always falling.
It takes many minutes before Jungkook is calm enough to get out of bed. His knees are weak as he slowly creeps around his bedroom, searching for clothes that aren’t soaked with sweat. Laundry piles up wherever it can; Jungkook can’t remember the last time he cleaned anything in his apartment. He sifts through the piles as he flips through the catalog of dreams in his head.
Hoseok keeps telling him to go to the doctor. Insomnia isn’t anything to be ashamed of, his roommate insists. Plenty of people suffer from nightmares – or worse.
Jungkook knows all this.
The thing is, the cause of Jungkook’s insomnia isn’t the mystery Hoseok thinks it is.
Dark eyes stare at Jungkook from the bathroom mirror. The skin beneath them is puffy and purpling, so swollen that the bags wrinkle the tops of his cheeks. He tries smiling at himself in the mirror, and the black in his eyes remains empty, still murky waters.
Turning on the shower gets more difficult every day. Jungkook's hands shake so hard that he struggles to grip the knob tightly enough to twist it. He can’t ask Hoseok for help. Sleep deprivation can only explain away so much.
Jungkook keeps the water cold. He shivers beneath the stream pelting his skin, and clenches his teeth to stop them from chattering. The temperature never chases away the need that eats at his insides. His body burns with it. The cold water and the heat of his need create a tornado inside Jungkook’s mind, uprooting every sane thought until all he can focus on is the arousal stirring in his stomach.
For an hour, Jungkook jerks off under cold water and can’t reach an orgasm. He rubs his skin raw until tears and snot mix with shower water. It hurts his body, and the aching thing inside his chest that he thinks is his soul.
Why can’t he get rid of this need?
“Jeon.”
A rough hand shakes Jungkook’s shoulder. His head slips from where it rests on his forearm and smacks the surface of his desk.
“What! What?” Jungkook flings his head back, reeling from the sharp pain stabbing his forehead. “What’s happening?”
Taehyung gives him a sad smile as he crosses his arms against his chest. “It’s after five.”
Jungkook blinks and looks around at the empty desks surrounding them. “Oh.”
“Come on, get up.” Taehyung cups his hand under Jungkook’s armpit and hoists him to his feet. “A couple of the guys are going to that new club, Id?”
Jungkook’s heart is thunderous, like a feral animal locked in a cage. He clears his throat before correcting his coworker, “Ego.”
Taehyung snaps his fingers. “That’s it. I was close enough. Weird Freudian shit.”
Jungkook is mostly silent on the subway while Taehyung babbles about the newest office gossip Jungkook has managed to sleep through – again. Hoseok says it’s insomnia; Taehyung thinks it’s narcolepsy.
Jungkook knows it’s Thirteen.
The headache that has made a permanent home nestled in the folds of Jungkook’s brain spikes as the two men wait patiently for the bouncer to check their IDs. Well, Taehyung is patient. Jungkook is sweating through the armpits of his work shirt.
“Hyunwoo said this place is a strip club at night but a pretty standard bar during happy hour,” Taehyung explains because he thinks Jungkook has never been here before. “The duality of it all, right?”
The mint-haired bartender looks at Jungkook with a blank expression, void of any hint of recognition. Jungkook isn’t sure if he should be grateful or offended as he sits with the rest of his coworkers at the bar. They all sip dark liquor that burns the back of Jungkook’s throat, reminding him that this was never really his scene.
He pretends to care about their idle conversation, laughs at all the right moments, and sucks on ice cubes to keep his mouth busy. The bartender doesn’t look him in the eyes when he gets Jungkook a second round, but all Jungkook looks at is the pentagram etched into his skin.
Taehyung’s fingers tickle Jungkook’s elbow, forcing him to look away from the bar.
“I’m gonna take a piss and then probably get outta here,” Taehyung announces. Two hours have passed, but Jungkook wouldn’t know.
The moment Taehyung leaves, Jungkook turns to the mint-haired bartender. The bartender stands off to the side to wipe down glasses and organize the alcohol bottles. His eyebrows furrow when Jungkook clears his throat to get his attention.
“I summon Thirteen,” Jungkook speaks confidently this time, even though he has to sit with his hands clasped between his thighs to keep them from shaking.
“He’s busy.”
Jungkook swallows thickly. “What?”
“Thirteen is busy. He cannot be summoned tonight.”
Anger flares in Jungkook’s chest, heating his face and neck. “What the fuck do you mean he’s busy?”
The mint-haired bartender rests his forearm on the counter and leans close enough for Jungkook to see the flecks of red in his irises. When he speaks, he shows the unnatural points of his canines.
“You better watch your tone with me, kid. Wouldn’t want to get blacklisted, would you? ‘Cause I can make it where no dealer in Seoul will do so much as look in your direction. Got it?”
Shame makes Jungkook want to be stubborn and refuse, but his desperation wins. He ducks his head and nods, aware of the fear rolling off him and realizing he doesn’t care. He doesn’t want just any dealer; he wants Thirteen. But he just wants to experience it once to have him fully. That’s all. Only once. Then his curiosity will be satisfied, and he can stop having dreams about the moment Thirteen takes him, finally takes him all the way, touches him, kisses him, tastes–
“You coming?”
Jungkook startles when Taehyung appears at his side once again.
“Uh,” Jungkook eyes the mint-haired bartender, but he’s no longer looking at him, “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready to go.”
Jungkook returns the following day.
No Thirteen.
Jungkook returns the day after that.
No Thirteen.
Jungkook shivers and shakes through a week.
No Thirteen.
More weeks pass, more tremors and nightmares stack up against Jungkook’s withering sanity.
No Thirteen.
“Please,” Jungkook begs with a sob muffled by the carpet.
He presses his face into the floor, cheek squished in a way that will leave marks on his skin. Jungkook took up the position as a sign of submission that his body naturally fell into without any thought. It should be embarrassing how quickly he sank to his knees in front of Thirteen.
For months, he’s been plagued by the creature in his dreams. For months, all he has thought about is being taken, owned, ruined. He wants to feel full, to be desired. He wants to know, for the curiosity to be satisfied, the way he knows Thirteen could satisfy him.
Only Thirteen.
“Please, what?”
Claws dig into the back of Jungkook’s neck, piercing the muscle and hooking into it so deeply that Jungkook can’t move. He feels blood trickle down his shoulders and pool in his collarbones, but the pain never comes.
All he feels is need.
“Please fuck me,” Jungkook whimpers. “I’ve waited. I’ve been good; I came back. I waited for you.”
Thirteen scoffs as he releases Jungkook’s neck, only to dig his claws into the mess of his hair and yank him backward. Jungkook is pulled onto his knees with his head tilted backward to stare at Thirteen, who hovers above him with a biting, upside-down grin.
“Is that supposed to flatter me, Jungkook-ah? Am I supposed to care that you came sniveling at my door every day for months?” Thirteen twists Jungkook’s hair so tightly in his fist that Jungkook feels strands pull from his head. “Begging for me like a bitch in heat, weren’t you? Desperate for cock and to be praised?”
Each harsh word feels like another claw stabbed into soft flesh. Thirteen’s jeering hurts more than the wounds he digs into Jungkook’s skin, but he can’t stop himself from groveling. His mind is no longer his own. He is desperate. So, so desperate.
“I’m going to die,” Jungkook gasps when Thirteen roughly pushes him to the floor. Hot tears flow like lava down his plump cheeks. “I’ll die.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I will,” Jungkook sobs. “I will. I feel it, I will.”
Thirteen’s claws rip into Jungkook’s jeans, shredding the denim until there’s nothing left but tattered scraps of fabric wrapped around his waist. The air is cold against his bare skin, and he realizes belatedly that his briefs are mutilated, too.
“I decide whether you live or die, Jungkook-ah,” Thirteen whispers against the curve of Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook feels the tip of Thirteen’s cock press against his hole while Thirteen’s clawed hand grabs the meat of his cheek to spread him open. “Now shut up and have your reward for being so patient.”
Pain speers Jungkook’s body, sinking so far deep that he swears it creates fissures in his soul. Something horrible rips through Jungkook’s eardrums; it’s animalistic and wild. It’s his own scream, he realizes with a raw throat, that fizzles into whimpers with every rock of Thirteen’s hips.
It hurts getting fucked by an incubus, but Jungkook should have known that. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure so addicting, the feeling of having one’s soul devoured at the same time one's body is satisfied beyond their wildest fantasies. Thirteen fucks into Jungkook with his body, but he tears into his soul with his mind.
Drained, Jungkook wonders if this is how he’ll die.
“Is this what you wanted?” Thirteen hisses. His voice takes on a slurred, gravelly sound that makes Jungkook’s skin prickle. It’s demonic, otherworldly.
“Y-Yes,” Jungkook hiccups, and it’s true.
The skin of his cheek and knees is rubbed raw from being thrust against the carpet, and snot clogs his nostrils from how much he’s crying. When Thirteen twists his hair between his claws and tugs, Jungkook’s orgasm punches him in the chest, leaving him heaving as Thirteen fucks him into overstimulation to the point that he can’t breathe.
This is exactly what he wanted.
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Porchcrawler
Pairing: Christian Yu (DPR Ian) x GN!Reader; Genre: Supernatural AU, Angst; Rating: sfw, PG-13, Warnings: a gun, christian being hurt, mentions of blood, one gun shot, mentions of monsters; Wordcount: 550
Summary: Usually everyone should stay in their homes at night, but an unusual guest appears at your house and needs your help.
A/N: Finally a tipsy drabble again!! Also a chance to let my newest obsession take place :D
They came at night, crawling out of the abyss of the shadows to roam freely through the dark. Ever since you were little, you just knew to stay inside the second it got dark.
Yet, you found yourself outside way past midnight, holding a rifle at gunpoint. You stood on your porch, staring into the dark with narrowed eyes.
The fading moonlight, which slowly got blocked by heavy clouds. Still, you could make out the man standing at the gate to your property. He held his side and limped slightly as he grabbed your gate to steady himself.
You noticed the motorbike, which had fallen down to the ground behind him. So that was the loud noise you had heard just a few minutes ago. You grabbed onto the rifle a little more tense when the man suddenly staggered towards your home.
“Stop right there!”
He halted and finally looked up, seeing you standing on the porch with the gun pointed right at him. He shakingly raised one hand, trying to convey that he wasn’t a threat, despite his appearance. “Goodness, you surprised me. I’m so sorry. I mean no harm.”
You squinted your eyes at him. Carefully you took another step forward, appearing in the range of the sensors to trigger the light on your porch. “Why are you here?”
He lowered his hand again, clutching his side once again. “I got hurt and had hoped to find some help here. I didn’t expect someone to live here. I’m so sorry. Goodness, I just, sorry. I’m Christian.”
You lowered your rifle and tilted your head, checking him once over again. “How did you get hurt?”
He slowly staggered closer, appearing in the light of the lamp over your head. Christian wore a tethered leather jacket with a white tee underneath. Though it wasn’t as white as it used to be, spreading blood left a stain on his side. A few tattoos peaked out of it.
“This doesn’t look like a simple motorbike accident.”
Christian smiled lopsidedly. “One of them attacked me as I was on the way to my safe point.” He didn’t have to explain it any further, you knew exactly what he was talking about.
With a nod of your head you beckoned him inside. As you were about to turn around, you saw his expression morph with horror. Your head whipped to face your porch again, seeing one of the crawlers squeeze themselves out of the shadows.
“Watch out!” He rushes forward, ignoring the pain scorching through his body.
The heavily deformed creature pounced forward as well, its slimy appearance glistening in the light on the porch. ‘They got more aggressive’, you thought to yourself while your body moved on autopilot.
Christian tripped and slammed down on the stairs, groaning in pain.
You on the other hand raised your rifle and pulled the trigger. You staggered back from the draw back, quickly refilling the gun and shooting once more. You watched the creature fall to the ground, twitching like an insect before it dissipated into smoke.
“Goodness gracious. Oh boy, you’re a good shot!” Christian pushes himself up again, wincing from another shot of pain running through his body.
You grinned at him as you crouched down and carefully helped him up. “I have my moments.”
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[Not So] Small Greyson Update!
🐉: I got the biggest opportunity in my life recently. I would have to thank my oldest sister for this, she some how got ahold of one of my lyrics sheets and sent it to one of her friends who so happens to be a producer and well… he liked it! *laughs with a big smile* He actually liked it enough that he called me and asked if I wanted to record and help produce and turn this into an actual thing to put out into the public. Both the song and music video have dropped! Have some shots from the video of ‘Don’t Go Insane’, hope you enjoy it!~
I’m very happy with how everything turned out, I think it fit my artist visions perfectly.~ *snorts* This is actually a dream come true, I never thought this would happen. I thought the minute I dropped out of college and went into the club scene I wasn’t going to really have an opportunity but I guess…things change. *smiles warmly* I really have to thank my sister, my mom is also very proud. She called me screaming and raving about how talented I am and that she knew I was destined for great stuff. *fond eye roll* I’m so happy right now gods, I still can’t believe this happened. I’m on one of the best highs.
I will say this whole music video made me realize I look fucking hot in suits. Like damn I should wear them more often.~ *crosses his arms with a smirk*
It also made me realize that I love collars and need to buy myself some more.~ They’re such a good fashion statement. *tiny squeal* I love the colors throughout this whole thing, the clothes is amazing, the actors in the video were so nice, just ughhh I’m going to stop rambling. *laughs* I’m so blessed and so euphoric with stuff right now anddd…there might be something else coming out sooner or later.~
Now! *claps his hands* Jooheon is taking me out to eat to celebrate.~ Make sure to check out the song and music video.~ *winks*
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Hello I have prompt aka one of my obsessions in your ask box:
Magnus meeting Izzy shy older brother after months of hearing about him and getting instant whiplash cause he hot af & freaky af 😬
Sorry this took a while shshshsh I’m writing like 2 words a day.
Also, song playing in the club is Don’t Go Insane by DPR Ian (who may or may not be a potential Magnus fancast? 👀)
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Isabelle had lied to him.
Sure, she’d talked to him for ages during lunch and coffee breaks at work about how sweet and cool and handsome her brother was, and also about how he always got all shy and blushy around the boys he liked, and dropped maybe a thousand hints about how Magnus and the mystery brother would make a very very good couple.
And now that he’s seen the guy in person - at Isabelle’s birthday party in a downtown club - Magnus can confidently say that Isabelle lied.
Because nothing could prepare for just how fucking hot he was.
Magnus had arrived a little early - just before the celebrations started but just in time to find Isabelle waiting right outside the club for her brother. He decided to wait along with her, making idle talk, until Isabelle’s eyes brightened at the sight of something and she threw out a hand, waving excitedly.
“There he is!”
Magnus turned to look, and was greeted by the sight of a heavy Zero motorcycle zipping past at full speed before it made an impressive u-turn in the narrow street, screeching against the asphalt, and came to a stop in front of the club.
The driver pulled off his helmet, giving his head a little shake to tame his messy hair, and Magnus’s world stopped spinning for a moment because holy hell was he gorgeous.
A jawline that could cut glass, dark hair had stayed messy even after he’d run a gloved hand through it, and supple lips that curled up into a gorgeous fucking grin as he looked at his sister.
“Hey Izzy,” he said as he dismounted the bike and caught an overexcited Isabelle who’d run straight to her brother in a hug. “Happy birthday, you little minx.”
Magnus watched on, as he pulled away from Isabelle and, as she continued to chat away, brought one hand up to his mouth, catching the strap around the wrist with his teeth and pulling it open. He didn't stop there, though. His teeth were catching on to the very tip of one of the fingers now, pulling the glove off in one fell swoop.
Oh my poor little heart.
Magnus watched him repeat the operation with this other leather glove, every single brain cell chanting hot hot hot hot hot hot, really, who could blame him when there was this extremely hot, leather-clad bike-riding beauty in front of him?
“-Magnus?”
Magnus snapped back to reality, where he was now face to face with Isabelle and her brother. Isabelle was looking rather smug, as if she could read Magnus’s mind.
“Magnus,” she continued casually, “This is my brother Alec.”
“Nice to meet you,” Alec said, holding out a hand. Magnus shook it, trying not to think of how warm Alec’s hand was. “Izzy has told me a lot about you.”
“Did she now?” Magnus's gaze slanted over to Isabelle, who was still looking smug. “All good things, I hope.”
“Definitely all good things,” Alec grinned.
They headed indoors, where Magnus met the others - her boyfriend Simon, her adopted brother, Jace, his girlfriend Clary, who was also a childhood friend of Simon. Rounds of shots were ordered, and they chattered amongst themselves. Magnus had been worried about feeling left out, but Alec was sitting right next to him, and occasionally turned to Magnus to make idle talk. They’d talked so far about their hobbies and work, and Magnus’s cat, and Alec’s bike, complete with pictures of course.
Now, after the fifth round of shots, Alec got up on his feet, and held out a hand to Magnus. “Wanna dance?”
Magnus blinked, brain going blank in surprise, but his hand thankfully moved on its own to take Alec’s.
“Sure,” he said lightly.
Alec dragged him to the dance door, a sort of vindictive smile on his face as he interlaced his hands behind Magnus’s neck and pulled him close. His fingers were digging into the slightly overgrown hair of Magnus’s undercut, and he briefly forgot how to breathe.
“I don’t know how to dance,” Alec said, grinning. “I just wanted to get you alone.”
Something like a record scratch sounded in Magnus’s head. They were slightly swaying anyway, a contrast to the rather energetic song playing on the club’s loudspeakers.
“Oh?” Magnus raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. “And to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“You’re just…” Alec giggled. “So handsome. You’re even more handsome in person than the pictures Izzy showed me.”
“Isabelle dearest showed you pictures, huh?” Magnus mentally wondered if he needed to thank Isabelle or be annoyed with her. He definitely needed to demand to be shown whatever pictures she’d shown her brother.
“Mmhmm,” Alec grinned a little. His cheeks were a little flushed, courtesy of the alcohol in his system.
The song shifted a little, going from electric vocals to a deep bass guitar, and Alec gasped a little. He pulled away from Magnus, poking him in the chest with a finger as he stepped backward, a glint in his eyes as they met Magnus’s.
“Watch me, okay?” He practically purred, and it took Magnus a moment to realise that the low, shaky breaths he was hearing weren’t from himself or Alec but from the song itself. Alec stood in front of him, eyes gleaming, one hand resting in his hair while the other had a thumb hooked into a belt loop on his pants.
The beat dropped, and Magnus’s jaw nearly dropped as Alec leant backwards, grinning madly as he thrust his hips in tune with the beat. Alec straightened, only to grab Magnus’s hand and bow over backwards, the taut tension between their hands the only thing keeping him from falling over to the floor.
So, yes, Isabelle lied to him about her brother’s true colours. But watching Alec like this, all inhibitions gone, sweat lining his face and the arched column of his neck, the t-shirt he wore under his leather jacket rising up just the littlest bit to reveal a sliver of skin, teeth biting into his lower lip as his hips swung up and down… he could hardly say he minded.
When the beat subsided and Alec finally pulled himself back up - all thanks to his core and no thanks to Magnus, he asked,
“I thought you didn’t know how to dance?”
“That was the only move I know.” Alec winked. “Among maybe five others. I’ll show them to you when the music wills it.”
Magnus laughed. “You really are something, Alexander.”
Alec grinned, pleased.
He sidled up closer to Magnus. “How about we sneak out of here and go for a ride on my bike? Or maybe a different type of ride?”
Alec winked at him. Magnus laughed again.
“We’ll get to it all once you’re sober, Alexander.” He pulled Alec by an arm around his waist. “We’ll get to it all.”
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(some) KnB characters and their favorite kpop acts
After seeing a post by @imalwaysinconfusion, I could not stop thinking about the characters and the type of music they would listen to, as music is very cool and event more important to me as knb. But then my recent expertise lies mainly in kpop so this the post. All credits for the idea go to them, hope me doing this is okay :] Most of these are based on vibes and vibes alone
Akashi Seijūrō
(Honestly I’m having a hard time with him, so many signals and yet nothing I could understand, great start)
BIBI
Day6
Midorima Shintarō
Shinee + gg (taemin bias)
Him and Kise have a similar taste but it’d say Midorima is more chill (but don’t come across him on twt during yet another fanwar)
Kise Ryōta
Loona
Itzy
NewJeans
Jeon Somi (when I think of fast forward, I see Kise, why is that?)
XG
He’s either the most nicest person you can meet at the concert or he won’t be afraid to drop kick someone from being a bg stan, the line is very thin
Aomine Daiki
Ateez(!!!)
MonstaX
P1Harmony
Stray Kids (with this I’m really not sure, but he’d love megaverse and side effects for sure)
Murasakibara Atsuchi
Xdinary Heroes
Ateez (Mura would love FOB -> mingi loves FOB -> I love both ATZ and FOB with mingi being my bias-> dots are connected)
Either Woodz or Gaho or both but both of those might be too light for him
Dreamcatcher (feels like Himuro’s influence)
Kuroko Tetsuya
Day6 (wonpil bias, won’t elaborate)
DPR, DPR LIVE in particular
Hoody
Dean, heavy on him
Kagami Taiga
Stray Kids
iKON
bold shot, but somehow, I feel like he would like BlackPink a lot
epik high
Woodz
Kiyoshi Teppei
Seventeen
GOT7
Red Velvet, heavy on Red Velvet
T-ARA, KARA
TEEN TOP, B.A.P, Block B, VIXX, basically all the best from early-mid 3rd gen
he's the chill type and would get along with everyone, despite their music taste and would try to learn about one's favorite artists, if he doesn't know them. he also misses how back in the day idols would interact between groups
Hyūga Junpei
Kard
SuperM
Cheetah
Rolling Quartz <3
he just likes badass people, dunno
Izuki Shun, aka a man with perfect taste
DPR IAN
J-hope
BIBI
Jamie (!)
Koganei Shinji
Xikers, definitely xikers
Billlie
5th gen stan for sure
Takao Kazunari
NCT all units
Riize (maybe)
SM gg
Basically I see him as a huge SM stan
Sakurai Ryō
Lucy
Onewe
AKMU
Himuro Tatsuya
The Rose
Tablo
Woodz
Dreamcatcher
Aida Riko
Yezi
AleXa
G-(i)dle
Mamamoo
(i just think she's very cool and would love cool woman of kpop)
Momoi Statsuki
Nmixx
TXT
enhypen
Oriwara Shigehiro
NCT dream
Riize, big fan of riize, totally has mastered play a guitar move
was this post just me assigning my own favorite artists to these characters, thus making a situation where they had to be my bffs? mayhaps. but i had a lot of fun
#kurokos basketball#knb#黒子のバスケ#kuroko no basket#kpop#music#playlist#akashi seijuro#midorima shintarou#murasakibara atsushi#kise ryouta#aomine daiki#kuroko tetsuya#kagami taiga#himuro tatsuya#kiyoshi teppei#hyuga junpei#izuki shun#takao kazunari#koganei shinji#sakurai ryou#aida riko#momoi satsuki#oriwara shigehiro#how many tags can i make#this feels like im going to break something#yeah im not going to tag every single artist mentioned lmao
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Rated: M (18+)
Genre: smut, fluff, one shot
Synopsis: You book a hotel suite for you and your husband for valentine's day.
Warnings: none for now
Words: 1,322
Author’s note: I wanted to write something for valentine's day and here it is!
It was valentine’s day and you had booked a luxury suite complete with a spa tub and private terrace. You couldn’t wait for your husband to come from work and see how nicely you had decorated the bedroom. Rose petals scattered on the bed and floor with red shiny heart balloons filling the room. Your husband was taking longer than usual so you took a shower and got ready in a red lacy corset and thong set. You had curled your hair and your makeup was sultry to match your sexy look.
You put on a silk robe over your frame. You laid on the bed with your phone in hand. You were on the bed texting your husband Christian.
You: hey babe I can’t wait to see you soon 😘💋
You removed the robe trying to find a seductive pose for when your husband entered the room. An hour had passed by and you got sleepy waiting for him laying your head on the pillow and you fell asleep quickly.
Christian entered the suite using the extra hotel key card you gave him the night before, as he made his way to the bedroom he saw you on the king sized bed soundly asleep. Christina placed the huge bouquet of red roses on the desk along with a huge brown teddy bear and expensive chocolates he had bought you for Valentine’s Day. You looked so beautiful and peaceful he didn’t want to wake you so he smiled at you and headed to the shower. He had a long day at work so he decided to freshen up and let you sleep for a bit.
Christian took his time showering and lotioned up he put on the black silk boxers with red heart patterns you had packed in his overnight bag. Christian made his way back to the bedroom and you were still asleep and he noticed your right breast was exposed and it had popped out of the corset as you were sleeping.
You looked so beautiful and soft, his amazing wife and he saw all the hard work you put in to make this a special night, his heart fluttered and cock hardened at the sight of you. He couldn't help but climb on the bed over to you. You were irresistible and his hand made its way slowly to your exposed breast cupping it lightly.
“My darling, I'm here.” You stirred in your sleep but you didn’t open your eyes. Maybe you were just dreaming you thought to yourself.
“ Baby girl, please wake up.” He massaged your soft fleshy mound. With your eyes still shut he knew there was something he could do to wake you up. Cristian’s mouth latched on to your nipple as he sucked lightly on it he could feel your nipple hardened against his warm mouth.
“Babe?” Your eyes shot open he sure knew how to wake you up. Your hands Quickly found their way to his head as you massaged it. “It took you long enough to get here.” You closed your eyes letting out a moan as he suckled harder.
Christian was very skilled with his lips and even more so with his tongue he knew how to make you feel really good and that’s exactly what he was doing tonight. You watched as his teeth lightly gritted against your nipple causing a hot sensation between your legs. You wanted your husband very badly and you wanted him right now. You couldn’t wait any longer; you needed him inside you.
Christian could sense the urgency in the way your body reacted to him. Today was the day for all the lovers and he was going to show you exactly how much he loves and appreciates you. Your body is a temple and you are his goddess he would worship you all night long.
You laid on your back with your feet together and your knees spread. Christian was on top of you facing you when he entered inside of you, he started out very slowly letting you adjust to his size. He had a long thick cock and and he wasn’t the type to just ram it in you and be rough, at least not until he made love to you first.
You leaned back and were completely relaxed. The relaxation actually helped increase the pleasure. Your hips were open leaving lots of area for the skin to skin contact. You always craved your husband’s body, his touch, his kisses, his closeness and you could ever get enough of him. You close your eyes indulging in the way your husband made you feel. Your husband picked up the pace, your body heating up at the pleasure he provided he was deep inside you now your moans bouncing off the walls they were loud you were needy for him.
“ Keep going babe please don’t stop. ”
“I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, my sweet angel.” Christian drilled deeper in you, your juices flowing down from the way he was hitting your g spot.
“Just like that Christian fuck I’m going to cum.”
Your eyes rolled back and that’s when your orgasm hit you it was like you were sand and he was the wave washing you ashore.
“Oh shit that was so fucking good.” You pulled your husband in for a long sloppy kiss you could feel his semen fill your pulsating walls which made him cum more.
“Darling are you trying to milk me dry? Save some for later.” He teased you.
“Since it’s Valentine’s Day I want to try something adventurous something different”
“Hmmm something like what my little angel?”
“ I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Cristian sat crossed legged while you climbed on top of his lap facing him, his legs wrapped around your back. You grinded up against his pelvis and he let out a groan. While you move up and down on his cock he kisses your face, neck and your head gently. You felt his tongue against your nipple once more as he licked them both and his hands roamed all over your body on your chest, on your arms and then your ass he grabbed your ass as he moaned into your ear you started to pick up the pace.
Christian gently grabbed your neck as he started deep in your eyes. He wanted to see your face when you came right along with him and you both were nearing your high and he knew it.
“fuck that’s my pretty wife, I’m so fucking proud of you darling. You know that right?” He whispered as you continued to bounce on his cock your breasts moving with each thrust. Christian pressed his forehead against yours and your pussy fluttered at the intimacy.
“The prettiest angel with the most perfect pussy and you’re all stretched around me. God I fucking own you don’t I? Tell me you’re mine now.”
“Yes babe, you own me I’m all yours yes fuckkkk.”
The both of you climaxed together “I love you” you say to your husband he kissed the crown of your head and lays next to you on the bed. You are both now cuddling the sex after glow shining brightly between the both of you.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, the love of my life.”
“Happy V-day my smart, sexy and beautiful wife. Did you see what I get you?”
“No I didn’t babe what was it?”
He pointed at the desk and there you saw the gifts you smiled brightly kissing all over your face.
“Thanks so much. I really love everything.” He heard the excitement in your voice and thought he did a great job.
The both of you tongue kissed very passionately and so deeply making out with each other for a few minutes and then you laid your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat until you both fell asleep in each other's arms.
#christian yu one shot#christian yu x reader#christian yu smut#dpr ian one shot#dpr ian smut#dpr ian x reader#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#valentines day
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Hello!!!! Love your writing and wanted to know if you have plans on continuing ian's fic 🥺🥺🥺 Love it soooo much 💙
Osiyo, sweets! The second part of Winterfall is half way done. I just need to buckle down and finish it. It might take me a minute, emotional reasons and all, but I’m definitely working on it. I apologize it’s taken so long.
#uni-versalizer#answered#Winterfall#I might end up working on a couple one shots I had planned for him#and a request I received#dpr Ian
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1 Shot // Haruchiyo Sanzu
CW: mentions of Bipolar 1 Disorder, mental health, alcohol consumption, slight codependency. it’s mainly just a vulnerable piece.
Not sure what the word count is either.
Artwork is not mine, full credits to the owner.
music rec- 1 Shot, Mood - DPR IAN
Sanzu felt like shit, he really did. He didn’t want to feel like this but it was one of those days where the depressive lows came before the manic highs and he couldn’t deal. He needed you but you were at home while Mikey had sent him and the Haitanis to Seoul to sort out an issue with one of their connects. It’s been two months since he’s held you, touched you, kissed you and fuck he knows it’s wrong but he couldn’t help how dependent he’d gotten to you.
When Sanzu had first come clean about his bipolar 1 disorder, he was surprised that you weren’t appalled by it. Sure he never really made much of an effort at relationships before you but the ones he did want to try with had all bolted when they found out why he’d pop pills so often. The pills had made him feel like shit but they had helped regulate his moods and kept his manic side at bay. You didn’t bolt and run for the hills like he’d expected, just grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back down on the bed stuffing his face in your chest and reassuring him that you were there and you weren’t going to leave.
He’d been stuck in his hotel room for the past two days , barely touched the food Rindou had sent to his room. Doesn’t remember the last time he showered or shaved since he started dipping. Sanzu knows he shouldn’t be mixing alcohol with his meds but it’s all he can do to numb what’s he’s feeling.
The sound of his room door opening goes unnoticed and that’s how you find him, shirtless on a loveseat with a half finished glass of whiskey between his fingers. He has his eyes locked on the view of the city provided by the ceiling to floor windows.
You don’t make your presence know, not sure if he’s actually noticed that you’re here or if he’s lost in his head. You clean up around the room, change the sheets on his bed and run a bath using the lavender bath bomb from the set on the bathroom sink. Easing your way back into the bedroom, you move in front of him taking the unfinished whiskey from his hand and resting it on the table besides him. The look in his eyes is enough to let you know that he’s not really present in his mind.
Cupping his cheeks in your hands you press your lips to his. It takes a few minutes of continuous pecks to his lips before you feel him reciprocating,feel him coming out from the depths of his mind.
“Princess?”
“Hi,baby.” You smile at him as he takes time to process that you’re really in front of him-that he hadn’t imagined you walking through the door of his hotel room.
“What’re you doing here?”
“It’s nice to see you too, Haru.” You tease, raising up and pulling him with you as he lets you lead him towards the bathroom.
“Rin called, said you’d been a mood lately but he couldn’t quite figure it out. I didn’t really dwell on it cause I know you but, then you stopped calling, stopped texting or returning any of mine…that’s when I noticed. Ran called as I was booking my flight and said that he’d already handled everything, just get my ass on the flight and here I am.”
You smile as you help him out of his clothes and push him in the direction of the filled tub. As he settles in the warm water, you unclasp one of the grabber clips holding your hair up and use it to hold the longer strands of his hair up.
“ ‘m sorry. It just hit me outta nowhere and I knew you had that big work project going on…I didn’t want to bother you with my issues.”
You don’t give him an immediate answer, instead opting to slip out off the outfit you’re wearing and ask him to move back a bit. The tubs big enough for you to settle on his lap and once again cup his face in your hands.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to apologize for things that are out of your control? Yes, that work project was important but above all you’re the most important person in my life Haru. I’m here for you, as long as you’ll have me.” You state before pressing kisses all over his face until you feel him relax and slump against the tub. His hold on your body is tight, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold you close.
“I love you,” it’s faint, but the with the way he has you pressed against him; you hear him loud and clear.
“…I know that I don’t say it often but I need you to know that I love you and I’m grateful to have you by my side.”
“I love you too, baby. Even if you don’t say it often, I know. It shows in the little things you do for me like making sure my favorite cereal is always in the cupboard despite thinking cereal for breakfast is a crime. Ensuring that I get home safely every day whether it’s doing it yourself or getting one of the boys or your driver to do so. It’s in the way you always put me on the inside of the pavement whenever we go on those little walks.”
You could go on about all the ways in which your boyfriend makes you feel loved and cherished. Haruchiyo might not be some angel but your boyfriend’s extra curricular activities were not your business. What mattered to you was that he was happy and healthy. People do what they have to do to survive and as far as you know, your boyfriend has a corporate office job that requires a lot of late nights and frequent travelling.
By the time you’re both out of the tub, your fingers have begun to prune. He wraps you in one of the big fluffy towels before pulling you back into the room with him. You’re being pulled onto his lap once he’s settled on the bed, lips trailing across your shoulder, up the side of your neck and across your cheek before he pecks your lips. You know it’s nothing sexual, just his need to have you close to feel your warmth against him; to remind himself that despite the darkness and the shit he feels, that you’re there for him. That little bit of light at the end of the tunnel whenever he’s to lost in his own head to get out alone.
“I’m gonna put a ring on this finger, y’know.” It’s soft the way he says it that you almost miss it as he fiddles with your ring finger. “Might not be today or tomorrow but I’m gonna make you my wife.” he continues, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand as your other hand plays with his hair.
Not much needed to be said in moments like this and he would never admit that he enjoys how much you listen to him rant. You’re always attentive and aware of his wants and needs that words aren’t always a necessity between you both, You don’t say much the rest of the night, just little inserts where you deem necessary until you feel him yawn against your exposed chest. You knew he never slept when his moods shifted and that he’d been out for a few hours before he woke you up for other activities.
“Get some sleep, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Ya promise?” he mumbles trying to push himself further into your chest.
“Promise, I’ll always be here.” a soft kiss to his forehead and you feel him sigh contentedly.
“Forever and Always?”
“Always and Forever,Haru.”
#bonten scenarios#sanzu haruchiyo#akashi haruchiyo#Tokyo Revengers#haruchiyo sanzu x reader#tokyo revengers haruchiyo sanzu#mikey tokyo revengers#manjiro sano#ran haitani#rindou haitani#haitani brothers#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers scenarios
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introduction
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♡ multi-stan: EXO (Baekhyun), ATEEZ (Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San), Stray Kids (Hyunjin, Felix), Seventeen (S.Coups, Dino), TxT (Soobin), BTS (Yoongi, Tae), DPR Ian, Jackson Wang, Sunmi, Bibi, Oneus (Hwanwoong)
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currently active series
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♡ OT8!Ateez x f!reader coming in summer!
updates/projects in works
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havent listened to rave music in a while but the sample used in "do or die" by dpr artic and dpr ian is tickling my brain
also that one shot at the first drop in the do or die mv where theres like the smoke and flames with dpr ian is living rent free in my head
what a cool aesthetic. i wonder how i can incorporate that in my webdev :')))))))))))))))))
#dpr artic#dpr ian#perpetually rambling#also theyre both kinda#good looking#hot#pretty#ykwim#yeah#real#also i wouldnt say its necessarily rave music but the sample is from rave music i think?#not sure really#but its club music for sure
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Tom Hardy Masterlist
Richard Armitage ML
TH Characters as...
- TH Characters as Writers
- TH Characters as Your Partner Visiting a Lingerie Store with You
- TH Characters & WoW
- TH Characters & Crochet
Random Thoughts
- Stormy Night with Alfie Solomons & Bob Saginowski
Headcanons:
- Traveling with Alfie
- Baking Hot Cross Buns with Alfie
- Bakery Love Story Headcanons
Just Papa Solomons Things:
- Watching you read
- Modern Boyfriend/Daddy Edition
- Movie night together
- Rainy days
- Summertime
- Visiting Scotland
One-Shots:
- Cards & Conversations
- Sweet Grains
- Breakfast in Margate
- Siúil a Rún
Series:
Winterfall (Tattoo Artist!Alfie x Reader, Modern AU)
Can you get this boulder off me? / No god in me, I fall on my knees / The world will see the war in me / It’s all I feel, give me your lovin’
Winterfall by DPR IAN
1. Ink & Rum Raisins
2. Mokum Part 1
3. Mokum Part 2
Headcanons:
- Stalker!Eames
One-Shots:
- The Things Between the Lines
One-Shots:
- Flowers on Sunday Morning
One-Shots:
- Over Tea & Silent Letters
Headcanons:
- Forrest crushes hard on you during a quarterly meeting
- Drinking moonshine w/ Forrest and becoming tipsy
- Werewolf Bookshop Owner!Forrest
One-Shots:
- Books, Love & Oatmeal
- Fun & Games
Headcanons:
- The Hound of the Moors (Werewolf!Heathcliff Things)
One-Shots:
- Conversations over Coffee
Headcanons:
- Just Some Werewolf!Leo Demidov Things (& A Wee Imagine)
- Werewolf bakery owner!Leo Demidov
- Crafter!Leo
One-Shots:
- The Boxer Outside the Ring
#Tom Hardy#Facepuller#Alfie Solomons#Tom Hardy Imagine#Alfie Solomons imagine#Tom Hardy fanfiction#Peaky Blinders imagine#Leo Demidov#Forrest Bondurant#Tom Hardy fanfic#Bob Saginowski#Eames#Tommy Conlon#masterlist
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