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cillivnz · 1 year

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tidal [murphy macmanus]

PAIRING — MURPHY MACMANUS x F!READER

GENRE — SMUT, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF.

WORD COUNT — 2030

WARNINGS — established relationship, cursing, mentions of physical fights, deep cuts (cleaning = pain), bruises, blood, injured!murphy, reader cleans his scars, pet names, sexual innuendo, oral sex (m! receiving), smoking, p in v sex, cowgirl, creampie, slight breeding kink, breasts/nipple play.

A/N — wanted to write fluff, but my horny ass can’t sway from smut. so, enjoy.

NOTES; Leannán — lover

"Fuckin' cocksucker." You hear your boyfriend yell as he entered the apartment. Glancing over your shoulder to see he hasn't yet reached the living room, you proceed with making coffee for the two of you. "What's wrong, baby?" You call out. When no response followed, you decided to pause your coffee preparation and look for Murphy.

Your eyes widened when the sight of him revealed, silhouette first. Murphy was leaning agonisingly against the wall which his bloody hands stained red. The same crimson dripped out of a slick cut tainting his still flawless skin, knuckles reddish blue with incisions.

"God, darling! What happened?" You rushed over in a frenzy, almost falling to the floor, Murphy with you. He chuckled slightly at your reaction before groaning when it ached to laugh.

"He-he, you shoulda' seen the other guy." He said when you began stroking his cheek just below the cut, he winced softly at that. You let your exasperation be known at his pride.

His shirt was torn from places near and above his abdomen which turned out to be slashed as you took a closer look; even, superficially, drawing blood. Your brows furrowed together in pain. You had (through great difficulty) come to terms with his and Connor's way of living, but seeing Murphy in physical agony was something your heart could never grow accustomed to. You knew he was in the best of spirits knowing he let 'justice prevail' yet another time, but you knew he'd feel guilty letting you take care of him. Seeing the pleading look on your face, Murphy gave you a weak smile, the helplessness evident on his face.

"Oh, baby—" you slowly trailed off, kissing the unharmed portions of body. When your kisses trailed off to his abdomen, and finally down to his v-line, you understood where this would end up, and you weren't in the mood right now.

Boy, were you wrong.

"—let's get you cleaned up." You grabbed his hand and gained composure, a tear escaping your eye, unnoticed by Murphy. He let out a sigh before limping slightly, and following you to the bathroom.

You grabbed the medical kit from the cabinet, back facing him as you ordered, "Go sit on the slab, I'll be with you in a minute."

Though the sight of you right now was inviting; tight jeans hugging your curves perfectly, and one of his old t-shirts which was a little raised due to your stretching to reach the topmost shelf, which Murphy would've done for you, if he wasn't the patient; Murphy obediently sat on the slab.

When you turned around his eyes immediately landed on your tits. The shirt was so loose that your bare shoulders were visible, as was your tainted collarbone from Murphy's kissed and your tits. It seemed significantly low-cut, more than needed at the moment. You saw him shift in his pants from the corner of your eye; eyes rolling in disbelief.

He's horny. Broken, beaten up, and horny.

Taking antiseptic and pouring it on some cotton you began to address his wounds.

He seemed to be taking the pain pretty well; his high pain tolerance came to you as no surprise, considering how many brawls he's been in, but he did wince a little as you moved to the slashed flesh of his face. "This one's deep — I'm sorry for the sting, baby." It saddened you to see him in this state, but he did his best to show you he's alright, chucking softly, before coughing in pain.

"I hope I ain't broken somethin'." He groaned, beginning to shift to his side so he could look at you better. "I hope it's not a rib." You sigh softly.

"What was it this time?" You asked, not facing him while rummaging through the drawers to find gauze. "Hm?" He halfheartedly questioned. His eyes were on your body and your body was on his mind; thoughts of you were cut short when you, yourself asked him, "Why did you fight?"

"Rocco." He said less and you understood. You chuckled when he said, "He's a troublemaker, wee lad." You were about to leave the bathroom, looking for a substitute to the hidden gauze, when he grabbed you by the arm. "Come 'ere for a sec," he pulled you closer. You stood between his legs, arms on either side of him.

"You're not even gonna kiss your patient, doctor?" He massaged your curves. "Might be the only cure for me—" His eyes trailed to your lips, oh, how he'd want nothing more than those plump, soft, crimson lips to paint his skin! "You'd make a naughty patient, Murphy." You teased in a sultry tone, "Can't help it," he replied, "My doctor's the sexiest."

"Oh, yeah?" You teased, giggling, "Tell me more." He grinned.

"See, she's the prettiest lass ever. 'Never seen beauty like hers." You blushed, "She's got sexiest eyes that look into my soul when she's sucking my cock. She's got a cute little nose that scrunches up when she laughs at my jokes. And don't get me started on those lips of hers..." You inched closer, softly kissing his neck, and around the tender skin above the cut on his cheek.

"And if her kisses are the cure to my wounds, I'll let myself be slashed over and over." He breathed out, eyes closing in relief when you began sucking on his sweet spot. He placed your hand on the bulge in his pants. "Look what you do to me."

"I didn't do much..." Your voice trailed off as you kissed along his jaw. "You needn't. I could never get over you. Even when you're not around, I'm like this— at the sheer thought of you— it's paining me."

You were at a loss of words; never able to compete with him when it came to vocalising your love, but he never complained. You made up for it by staying. He'd expected you to walk out the first time he got into a fight — but you didn't. You stayed; kissing his crimson scars and watching them heal by your love.

"I'll have the water running for you." You pecked his lips, he nodded, smiling into the quick kiss.

He sat curled by the sink while you filled the bathtub for him. As it filled, you grabbed his hand, and gently stripped him off his rags. Once bare, he let you guide him to warm waters. He was hesitant in sinking in, shivering a little. It wasn't the water though, he trembled from pain and his state devastated you.

"Try to relax, honey." You cooed; he simply sighed in response. "Would you like me to help you?" You asked, an insinuating smirk plastered on your face.

He knew your looks of sexual innuendo like the back of his hand, for he elicited them.

"Please, have your way." He whispered. Even Murphy was surprised at the fact that his hard-on was now noticed by you, not when you removed him from his clothing. "Is this for me, baby?" You asked as you slowly stroked his cock. "All for you, my love. It's made for you." He groaned, head fall backwards as you applied more pressure and hastened your movements. You hummed, licking a long strip from the base to the slit at the tip. "God, you're killing me."

You hum in satisfaction— the sound sending shivers down his spine, causing him to twitch in your mouth. When he began fiddling in the bath— hands not knowing where and what to grab, you began stroking his length instead, free hand gently pressing him down so as to lay him. "Relax, Murphy. I want you to relax for me." Your tone was soothing, nonetheless sultry.

He then let the warm waters consume him. You were all he needed in this cruel world of injustice and dirty politics; to find something as sweet as you, the Lord really did consider him a Saint for blessing him like this.

"That's it darling, I'm gonna cum for you." He grabbed your hair and began hastening your movements. You sucked determinedly, eager to satisfy, and your efforts bore fruit when he hit the back of your throat and let his seed flow down.

"Oh, sweet angel..." He grabbed your face to kiss you. It was damn near impossible for you to not touch his face— his black eye, and slit cheek preventing you— nonetheless, the kiss was passionate and loving.

"Let's get you cleaned, my love." You helped him bathe.

After drying him, you gave him warm clothes to wear. The Boston winters were cruel, and the rain outside was merciless, too. He wore a cozy grey sweater, and sat in front of you, on the couch.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The first puff was passed to you, as became his habit; lighting it for himself, yet he'd always let you have it first— something you've always found endearing, though he doesn't realise how much these little make you fall harder in love with him, as if being more than head over heels as you are was possible.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" You asked him, when his gaze darkened. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now." His voice, barely audible.

"Murphy..." You look at him pleadingly. He knew, too, he couldn't even walk without your support and he wants to pound you. But his hard-on was back, and it throbbed for you.

And, that's how you ended up like this.

Riding him fervently, while his hands practically ached to touch you, still, placed on his sides. His grip on the sheets scrunched the bed-sheet; you were desperate to touch him, too, but your own hands were pinching and playing with your nipples.

You bounce on his cock; the lack of support making your movements sloppy, yet so hard and deep, your thighs ached every time you would lift yourself till only the tip remained inside and then pushed back down as your cunt squeezed him in like a vice.

"That's it, baby, cream on that cock." He looks up to you, your messy hair framing your face perfectly as sweat began to form in your cleavage. Your lips were swollen from kissing him, your breasts bounced with every thrust and your knuckles turned white, gripping the sheets instead of running your fingers through your boyfriend's hair.

He was in so, so deep— his tip kissing the top of your walls rhythmically every time you'd shove down on his cock. You were mesmerised even more so by his face. Those pale blue eyes looked at you, pleadingly; aching, for you to cum. He needed release, of modern worldliness and sexually, and you've become that release for him.

It only took a few more thrusts before he plunged inside you and began grinding your hips together. "Yes, fill me up!" You moaned like a pornstar, causing Murphy to continue thrusting into you, while his mouth ravenously devoured your tits. The overstimulation driving you into a frenzy; you shivered uncontrollably as he stilled, having his fill of you, and letting your excruciatingly hot walls drain his cock.

“I love you so much,” You moaned, as you began to pull yourself up, away from his cock, but it seemed like your cunt's vice-like grip had other plans. "I love you too, leannán— so much." He whispered, out of breath. His swollen lips wet at the sight of you— dripping in his load and your own cum. He pulled you in for a fervent kiss before he could get hard again and fuck you more than both of you could handle right now.

You laid him down whilst kissing, and he weakly pulled the blanket up for you. The minute you snug in, his strong arms wrapped around your waist; one hand tracing circles around your nipples, as if hardening them would put you to sleep, but the little erotic feeling satisfied you.

And your tidal love sweeping Murphy's shores of sins clean was all this Saint could've prayed for.

So you drift off to sleep, in each other's embrace.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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IT'S ME AGAIN HIHIHIHI i wanted to ask whether u have read crime and punishment???? i've been thinking about it a lot and now it keeps popping up whereever i go and ofc bsd fyodor exists too and i keep thinking about him and sighhh i think i should do it..... (i literally already have the book too......)

- @catchuuu

MICKEY U HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE…….….. i HAVE in fact read crime and punishment and i’m gonna let u in on a very embarrassing secret if u promise not to laugh :’3

……. i bought the book and read it…. because of fyodor bsd…………………….. look. i wanted to get into classic lit ok and. i just thought he was hot 😭😭 so i was like hmmmm let’s check out his works IT’S SO EMBARRASSING BUT I THINK I WAS REAL AS HELL TOO…………

anyway i was pretty young so it might not have been the best choice, it’s a VERY heavy book just language-wise, dostoevsky is not for the weak 😭😭 but it’s very good and interesting too!! i think i would love it even more if i reread it now… dostoevsky is basically known for being kind of a master at exploring the human mind and obv the main thing he explores in this book is guilt. and how the mc raskolnikov begins to punish himself for his crime the moment he commits it…. i like it it’s good :33 would def recommend it!! but it’s not everyone’s cup of tea and some scenes are very Raw. there’s one that’s pretty infamous where the mc dreams about one of his childhood memories right?? when he saw a horse get whipped to death… and it’s just really. ough. made me feel kinda sick. stuff like that is common for dostoevsky so watch out!!!

ooohhh and mickey !! while we’re on the topic of russian lit :333 gogol is super good too !! so far i’ve only read one of his shorter stories, diary of a madman, but that one was so cool. i like him a lot he’s definitely …. a lot more unhinged than dosto….

#I THINK READING IT MAKES FYODOR’S CHARACTER MORE INTERESTING TOO #like his fixation on crime/punishment….#my interpretation of the book is basically that crime and punishment arent opposites or even consequent #they only exist together !! crime demands punishment and punishment doesnt exist without crime #like. raskolnikov is basically his own worst enemy. he’s the one who’s plagued by guilt and almost exposes his murder on his own #idk i just think it’s interesting!!#aaaaa one more thing i will say is that i do Not enjoy dostoevsky’s romances lol. like… at all 😭😭#they could be a lot worse but they follow this weird savior comolex thing where the woman is always very intelligent #but needs to be saved by the (more intelligent) man… like the woman is the saint and the man is the sinner #idkkkk it just icks me out i think crime and punishment would be better w/o it but who am i to deny doestoevsky’s his wattpad romances #PLS LET ME KNOW IF U READ IT MICKEY i’d love to hear ur thoughts!!! there are lots and lots of great quotes in it :33 #ask tag ✩#mickey !! ✩

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batfambrainrot · 1 year

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HOTCHSAM + cruel summer - sinners & saints on wattpad, a aaron hotchner story.

#oc: samantha riggs #fic: sinners & saints #author: elfaouly on wattpad #this is shitty I apologize they deserve better #anyways cruel summer is such a bop #god bless miss swift and her lyrical ability to work for literally any oc/pairing ever

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cherryqueen28 · 7 months

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lyworth · 4 months

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I made a fanfic cover for my Ominis x MC fic, A Song of Saints and Sinners! If you like banter (roasting), rivals to lovers, and are curious about an entirely new spin on the In the Shadows questline, you might like this one. You can find it on Wattpad or AO3!

PS; Bonus points if you know the movie poster inspiration I used!

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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Sweet Tooth ~ JJK | m.list

Bills and rent are piling up, so your roommate suggests you look into a gig she stumbled upon. But it's not what you expect. or Jungkook runs a vampire blood bank and you service clients with your blood.

✨ title: sweet tooth (ongoing) | series ✨ pairing: vampire!jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 32k+ counting | ✨ rating: m/18+ ✨ genre/au: vampire!au, supernatural!au, eventual romance, slow build, eventual smut ✨ warnings: blood drinking, vampire bites, compulsion/mind control, mysterious jungkook, mentions of death, needles (will add warnings as chapters are posted) ✨ a/n: this story is inspired by the vampire diaries ✨ playlist | ✨ read on AO3 | Wattpad

✨ chapters: one - the mystery job two - the first bite three - the decision four - the two best friends five - the saint six - the sinner seven - the 200

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coldresolve · 7 months

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Moneymakers, pt.xxxviii // All Saints Are Sinners

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A note is played as a sensor detects that the front door has been pushed open. Low tiks, faint against the loudspeaker muzak, as the soles of his shoes dislodge from sticky stains on the white tiled floor. The ambient hum of fluorescent lights, of the air conditioning, of the coolers scattered all around. Gas stations all have that hum.

He makes for the drink aisle with a laziness to his step, loose straps from his backpack tapping at his chest and arms, eyes unenthusiastically scanning through foggy glass doors. Most of the options strike him as entirely unappealing, while some – chocolate milk, protein shakes, yoghurt – make him nauseous to even consider.

Renee hasn’t been high for a full day. He noticed it on waking up, and it’s only getting worse. That lethargy, the grey filter that slides down across his vision. Drowsiness that expresses itself clearly in the way he moves, as if his body will only operate in slow-motion. Boredom exacerbated, but juxtaposed with revolt at the mere thought of actually doing something about it. The hollowness of all the things which normally feel so vivid. His mood, seeping down through the concrete and the dirt.

When Lazarus dropped him off by his car this morning, Renee talked him into a quick deal before they parted, just fifty grams. The look of concern on Lazarus’ face, the begrudging acceptance, sparked a shame in Renee that’s hard to just brush off. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t cracked open that bag yet - because punishing himself with cocaine withdrawals seems more appropriate. Is that irrational? Probably. But what isn’t?

Goosebumps break out across his arms when he opens the cooler and is rushed with a front of cold air. He picks out a couple different energy drinks. As he makes his way back through the store, he grabs a small container of nuts, as well as a handful of protein bars, haphazardly discarding his pile of items on the counter. He’s pretty sure he’s forgetting something, but his mind is hazy, and he can’t really bring himself to care.

The cashier, a girl who doesn’t look much older than twenty, gives him a nod in place of a proper greeting, and starts scanning his items. Renee watches her progress, rubbing his eyes, and then his gaze thoughtlessly drifts to the magazine rack next to the counter. Among celebrity gossip and headlines that fill half the front pages, he catches an image of Conrad – that vacation photo the media always uses, taken on some pedestrian road with palm trees in the background. A black person’s arm – Howard’s, presumably - is draped over his shoulders, but their face is cropped out of frame. Conrad looks at ease in that photo, at least more at ease than Renee has ever seen him in person. There’s still an awkwardness to his posture, he clearly doesn’t like having his picture taken; but his smile looks genuine. Next to the picture of Conrad is a stock photo of a man’s silhouette illuminated from above, face obscured in the shadows cast by a hoodie.

Renee swallows, looking away before he can read the actual headline. Behind him, the door chime goes again, and he hears someone walk up behind him. A deep breath, then he clears his throat at the cashier. “Uh. Give me four packs of Marlboro reds as well.”

The girl looks up. “Do you have an ID I could see for that?”

Renee blinks. Gives the cashier a look.

“We check everybody, sir.”

Renee lets out a dejected sort of breath, fighting the urge to roll his eyes, and fishes around in his pocket for his wallet. “Driver’s license alright?”

The girl gives him a patient smile. “Just something with your face on it.”

He holds the card out between two fingers, and can’t help but curse himself at the way his hand is shaking slightly. The girl doesn’t comment on it, though, eyes quickly scanning the card before she nods and turns to the shelves behind her.

As he pays credit and shovels his items into his backpack, Renee feels watched, in a way that’s more than a little intrusive, by the cashier, by the customer behind him, by the camera above the counter, by Conrad, grinning from a tabloid shelf. He shrugs the backpack on, pushing past the customer behind him and heads for the door before the cashier is even halfway through wishing him a good day.

Grey clouds swirl like a layer of cotton above the landscape, too light to threaten rain, but none the less suffocating. The wind blows across the concrete field surrounding the gas station, biting at his skin through the seams of his clothes. Would’ve ruffled his hair a week ago – now the lack makes him shudder more easily. He climbs into the Clio, discarding his backpack on the passenger seat, pulls a cigarette and lights it. He takes the first few drags in silence, listening to how the wind swirls around the car, feeling its miniscule tugs on the carrosserie.

It’s such a cliché, framing the bad guy as a menacing figure cloaked in shadows. Something about that image alone feels like a caricature that serves only the purpose of dehumanizing, othering. People always strip away the understandable parts of evil to avoid having to face it in themselves. They shut their eyes to swallow that pill.

A turn of the keys, and the Clio rustles itself awake. The sound of the old motor is starting to become more reminiscent of a tractor than a car. Cigarette burning between his fingers, Renee pulls out to the gas station’s exit ramp, back onto the highway. He loses himself in driving. Everything else becomes secondary to following his own flow, the mindless weaving in and out of lanes.

But he hasn’t been on the highway for more than five minutes before a loud beep from the dashboard makes him look down. The little light next to the gas indicator has turned on. The needle is deep in the red.

Renee lets out a groan, gritting his teeth tight, clutching the wheel a little harder. “Shit.” He fiddles with the different settings on the turn signal lever, barely keeping the car in the center of his lane as he tries to find the setting that lets him see how many miles he has left. How do you go to a gas station and then forget to get gas?

A couple minutes of fiddling with the lever pass, until he finally gives up. There are no gas stations until he reaches the summer home neighborhood, and the highway is separated by a fenced off median strip, so no U-turns, either. He’s just gonna have to cross his fingers and hope.

His teeth are gritted until he finally reaches his exit, somewhat relieved that if he does get stranded, at least it won’t be on the side of the highway. There’s a red light at the end of the exit ramp, and he cringes at having to rev up the car in first gear to avoid stalling on the incline.

The country road he turns onto is deserted, fields on either side all rows of plowed mud, interspersed with patches of skeletonized trees. Isolated homesteads placed a respectable distance from the road, and the occasional faded colors of a billboard advertising private insurance or heavy farming equipment.

He's a mile in when the dashboard beeps again, and soon after, the car starts to slow down. Renee curses, changing to a lower gear, which seems to work for all of ten seconds, but then it slows again, even as the pedal is pushed to its limit. The tractor-esque likeness of the sound seems to amplify as the engine struggles to keep up. Eventually, it coughs, lets out a spluttery death rattle, and then stalls completely.

Still rolling with the momentum, Renee stomps down the clutch and switches the ignition off and tries to restart it. Uncertain whirring, in a rhythm that makes the whole cabin vibrate, but it never takes. The car creeps to a halt on the side of the road. Renee tries again. And again. On his fourth try, the engine doesn’t even try to stir – nothing happens at all.

Renee pulls the handbrake and sits back, rubbing his face with both hands, pressing his fingers hard over the thin skin of his closed eyelids. Feels like letting out a scream, but all that comes out is a low groan. He sits like that for a full minute, breathing through his nose. Then he lets his hands dump into his lap, staring bleakly out the windshield.

In the distance, a row of trees parting two fields are being pushed sideways by a rough wind, the last stubborn leaves breaking off, dancing across the horizon.

Renee looks at his backpack, jaw working. Grabs it, finds leverage with both thumbs in a small hole by the zipper and forces it apart by pulling on the fabric. From one of the smaller rooms, he pulls out the bag of cocaine, from another, his wallet. Discards the backpack on the passenger side floor with a little more force than necessary. He fishes his phone out of his wallet and balances it flat on his thigh. Nudges a few clumps of powder onto the screen. It’s all automatic at this point, he doesn’t even have to think about what he’s doing. The clumps are broken with a credit card, and two lines are arranged side by side along the length of the phone screen. His hands are shaking as he rolls a five dollar bill into a straw.

He pauses. Feels like throwing up. Feels like strangling himself with the seatbelt. Feels like bashing someone’s skull in. Feels like...

Closing one nostril with his index finger, holding the bill carefully between thumb and middle finger, Renee lifts the phone up, leans down. It’s a familiar feeling, however gross it felt the first time he tried. Like sucking powdered sugar straight into your brain. It appears at the back of the throat, and then you have to swallow it, despite the bitter taste, like you swallow the clots of a heavy nosebleed. Renee leans back, sniffing hard as he rubs his nose, letting out each breath through his mouth. Leans down for the second line, which goes up just as easily, sniffs some more. His throat is already starting to tingle. He licks the remaining powder off the phone, drying the saliva in his jeans.

Slightly breathless, he slumps back against the seat, hand clutched around his phone. Hits the back of his head against the headrest a couple times, scowling at nothing. Stalling won’t do him any good. He grits his teeth as he unlocks the screen, filtering through contacts until he finds Davin’s number. Rests his elbow on the ledge under the side window, leaning his temple against the root of his hand, lifts the phone to his ear.

The low dial tone, dragging across the ground once, twice, before there’s a click, a muted shuffling. Renee bounces his heel against the floormat.

There’s a faint thud, like a door closing, before Davin speaks. “Yeah?”

“My car broke down,” Renee says. Winces, but keeps his voice even. “I ran out of gas, I mean. I just need a hand.”

There’s a brief silence, and then Davin lets out a sharp sort of sigh. “How do you expect me to…?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” Renee bites, “Figure something out. I mean it, man, I’m stuck in the middle of… piss-all nowhere.”

Davin lets out an exasperated breath. “I don’t have a car, Renee.”

“Then find one. I’m not walking four fuckin’ hours.”

Another silence, longer this time. A deep breath. “Alright. Send me your coordinates, then.”

Renee sniffs. “Shall do.”

A split second after he has ended the call, Renee tosses the phone onto the dashboard, leaning forward, running his hands over his head. Why’s it taking so long to kick in, anyway? Two lines usually get his heart beating in no time. He’s not that tolerant, is he?

Seeping through the dirt, like the roots of a tree clawing to get a proper hold of the earth, or the fluid that leaks out of a decomposing coffin. It strikes Renee as a natural law of sorts. Gravity, but not in the physical sense.

They see him like an alien, a stereotype. They attribute his actions to something inhuman and foreign, something unrecognizable. A nightmare, a monster. A hooded figure in the dark. Evil as something extraordinary.

It’s actually pissing him off, how delusional people choose to be. The mental gymnastics they have to employ to stay blind. While Conrad sees the good in all people, Renee sees the spiteful, the malicious, the selfishness everybody tries so damn hard to deny. He sees the egocentric note that carries every act of altruism, the spite and jealousy that accompanies every form of love. Ambition is a euphemism for greed, justice always stems from a sense of superiority. Nothing, absolutely nothing, is holy. Once you start digging past the surface, the only direction you can go is down.

Despite the lightness of the clouds, a few small specs of rain have scattered on the windshield. Renee lights another smoke, watching it slowly collect and bleed down the glass. Something inside him is returning, he can feel it. It’s been hell for a while, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Maybe Conrad got his claws into him after all. That naïveté played tricks, in its own subtle, insidious ways. Renee forgot himself in a moment of weakness, and he ended up sharing the delusion. But evil is universal to the point of banality. Despite Conrad’s insistence, there’s nothing extraordinary about what Renee has done, or about his drives. Renee only stands out for honesty.

Davin’s greed is blatant. As is Lazarus’ willful negligence, entirely unjustified despite his efforts to deal conscientiously. Even Conrad himself, so keen to keep up a façade of innocence, gets that hateful look in his eyes, and his attempts to humanize himself occasionally get marred by a vengeful, sadistic desire.

A gun or a knife, hm? Or something else…?

Gun.

Where? …Where would you shoot me?

Head.

That’s the thing: You have to own it, don’t you?

Renee chuckles lightly to himself. Leans back against the headrest, eyes closed. Maybe it’s the coke creeping in, but it feels like a veil has been lifted.

The man he was six months ago, before all of this, before he even met Davin, is still in there. Renee can feel him. That carefree, fuck-all attitude, the easy way he carried himself, the deep sense of independence, remorseless freedom. His head got clouded by the fog of uncertainty, but he can lift himself out of it easily enough. It’s all so straightforward.

You just have to own it.

💵

Thirty minutes pass. The peak of the high, Renee spends pacing for a hundred yards up and down the country road, wind chill biting at his face, but muted under the familiar sense of euphoria. Once it starts to dip, around the forty-five minute mark, he climbs back into his car and chases with another line, smaller this time, nothing crazy. Sits with his knee bumping against the steering wheel, hands kept warm in his pockets, just enjoying the sensations of being, for a while. The way his heart beats, the way the air feels in his lungs, the numbness of his throat, the back of his tongue. He feels as easy and light as he does resilient, self-assured. Exquisitely fucked up and powerful. He feels like himself.

He sees the car coming from a mile away. A small, dark dot on the horizon that slowly rides the waves of the landscape. A sedan. Renee recognizes the typical design of a Mercedes long before he can make out the logo on the front grill – something about pareidolia, the expressions that cars make. Mercedes always look vaguely pissed off. As it pulls up on the opposite side of the road, Renee can’t help but marvel a bit. No scratches or dents in the warm gray lacquer, shiny wheel rims, tinted windows in the back. The kind of car you can tell has leather seats before you even take a look inside.

Bracing his door against the impact of the wind, Renee steps out on the road in the same moment Davin does. The few strands of hair that aren’t caught in the bun on the back of Davin’s head are instead whipped about his face. The collar of his coat is turned up.

Renee lights a smoke, then points to the Mercedes with the cigarette. “I didn’t think you could hotwire cars that new.”

As Davin shuts the door, he looks at the car briefly. “You can’t,” he concedes. And he holds up his hand, wiggling a key between his fingers.

Renee frowns. “It’s yours?”

“It’s a rental. For now, at least. You reminded me why it might be a good idea to have a second car available.”

He walks toward the back of the car and pops the trunk open, pulls out a red gas canister and a funnel. Hands both to Renee, who, much to his own quiet dismay, has to throw the fresh cigarette away before he takes them.

As he fumbles with the gas cap on the Clio and sets up the funnel, Davin stands a few paces away, watching. Renee can’t help his stomach from churning at that feeling, as if every movement he makes is being noted, jotted down. The stench of gasoline fumes soon serve as a distraction, as he pours the clear, yellowish liquid down the funnel. “Listen, I, ah…” He clears his throat. “I had a bit of a mental breakdown yesterday. After I left, I mean.”

He glances up at Davin, who has only raised a brow in response.

“I don’t really know what happened, it’s just… been a crazy couple weeks, you know? I think it’s been building. But it’s all good, I’m fine now.”

Davin snorts, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat. Looks into the distance for a moment, lips pursed. When he looks back at Renee, his expression is solemn. “I couldn’t have done this alone. So as much as I hate having to rely on other people, I have to rely on you. I have to be able to trust you.”

Renee grimaces. “You can,” he says. “You can, dude. I just freaked out a bit, but I’m back in business, I’m feeling it. I’ll do whatever.”

Davin nods slowly. Markedly doesn’t say anything.

For once, the ominous silence doesn’t really bother Renee, at least not to any greater extent. Although brief, he said his piece, so now it’s no longer on him.

The last few drops of gasoline are shaken off the canister, then the funnel. Renee screws the cap back in place, handing canister and funnel to Davin before he ducks into the passenger seat of the Clio, without shutting the door.

On the first turn of the key, the engine rustles awake.

Renee shoots a wide grin up at Davin. “We’re so back, baby.”

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juleworm · 1 year

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hello!! given that it is the first weekend in june, i'd like to go through everything that i read in the month of may and say if i would or would not recommend it and why. lets go !!

in chronological order of reading:

king of pride - ana huang: YES absolutely! god i loved this book. more specifically, yes i would recommend it if you like opposites attract in romance and dating, or if you like income gap relationships ( he's a billionaire, she's a struggling author ), and yes if you like incredibly hot and well written spicy scenes between characters. i honestly can't even think of a no unless you literally just hate spicy romance as a genre; even then i still think this book deserves a chance for your time. i absolutely adore this book.

2. den of vipers - k.a. knight: yes if you miss reading self-insert on wattpad and like pick me fmcs. the vipers themselves do have a lot of good character behind them, but as far as the fmc...i just really didn't like her. i did finish the entire book hoping that it would get better towards the end, but in my opinion the ending was one of the worse parts of the book and throughout it all it felt very predictable. would i generally recommend this? no. but it's definitely a hit or miss book. you'll either really like it, or not like it at all.

3. does it hurt? - h.d. carlton: yes yes yes yes yes. this was my favorite read of the month of may. i'd recommend it even more if you like witty and funny fmcs; it's sort of a dark romance version of grumpy x sunshine. it has a lot of spice and it's very creative if that makes sense? it's not just boring vanilla missionary, that's for sure. the mmcs character is phenomenal and both of them each have very full character arcs. but i wouldn't recommend it if mentions of incest and domestic abuse trigger you, or if body horror and gore triggers you.

4. never lie - freida mcfadden: yes if you're new to thrillers and want something easy to digest. definitely not if you're not new to thrillers and have read some absolutely breathtaking ones that kept you up at night. to me it had a rather predictable storyline, a twist that falls flat, and characters with absolutely zero depth or anywhere near a completed arc. i really did not like this book at all. also yes if you like a quick read; this didn't take me very long to get through.

5 + 6. there are no saints / there is no devil [ sinner's duet ] - sophie lark: yes if you like a "beginner" dark romance that doesn't stray too far into depravity, but still has a very dominant and demanding mmc. no if you've read things by h.d. carlton or other dark romance authors and that's your expectation level. this might come off as boring to you. however as this was a bit tame for me storyline wise, the spicy scenes were amazing and i did like that they were both artists. i feel like usually billionaires are business-oriented but it was cool to see a wealthy and famous artist. also yes if you like mentor romance dynamics.

7. iced out - veronica eden: yes if you like boys who are very clearly written by women ( in a good way! ). the mmc is perfectly balanced; he's as hot and dominant as he is cute and sweet and nice and thoughtful. he's pretty much the picturesque model citizen for what a girl typically would want in a perfectly healthy romantic relationship. there's very little drama between characters, which i personally liked. but no if parental death or familial death or grief/loss are triggers for you. for a more in-depth response, i did a spoiler free book review here!

if you do read any of these let me know! i'd love to see how our opinions differ :))

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sourlemons262 · 1 year

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Every Saint Has A Past, Every Sinner Has A Future

Credits to @lemoncielart for their gorgeous Matthew fan art that I silhouetted!

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad | Spotify Playlist | Pinterest Board | Updates at least once a month

Matthew Fairchild has a problem. After 5 years of sobriety, he’s found himself in a place where he’s ready to have a real relationship and start a life. Unfortunately, as the only child who can pass on the family name, his mother is more than ready to set him up with every Shadowhunter woman in the London Enclave. Everything changes when he meets an American Shadowhunter whose talent might save a place he loves deeply and whose boisterous personality might ruin the years of walls he’s put up around his heart.

Post Chain of Thorns Matthew x OC based on the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Filled with drama, comedy, and slow burn romance xD.

Published Chapters:

Prologue: New York, 1904

Chapter 1: The Near Death of a Bachelor

Chapter 2: A Secondary Set

Chapter 3: Night at the Ruelle, Part I

Chapter 4: Night at the Ruelle, Part II

Chapter 5: The Aftermath

Chapter 6: Az Men Zitst in der Heym

Chapter 7: Fifty-Fifty

Chapter 8: Because You Left

Chapter 9: What’s In a Name?

Chapter 10: To Be Normal

Chapter 11: The New French Couple Down the Block

Chapter 12: A Peregrination of Comedy

Tag list: @soybean-official @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @tess-is-reading @lemonalienlime @bankofwildflowers @justbrainrot @akisekurahara @fangirlfreak08 @daisymydaisycarstairs @luciehercndale @streettealee @koussevitzky @rinadragomir @faithfromanewperspective

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pxiedustnblades · 1 year

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*knocks on the door quietly, and then peek inside, bringing cookies and chocolate*

Hi Faye! :D How are you doing? I saw your requests for ask and questions, so, here I am bringing them to you! :D

1,2,3,6,9,13,20,27 and 28! :D I know they are a lot, so feel free to answer only the one you feel the most! No need to answer them all, if they make you feel overwhelmed. :)

--Nemo

Nemo!!

Oh my goodness thank you so much for the chocolate & cookies! Always a treat to hear from you. And always more then happy to oblige with answering those asks. While there are a lot, I am eager to answer them all. I am up to the challenge. Here, have some coffee for while you read.

1) Who was your first ever OC? Do you still "use" them? How have they evolved over time?

Aww this is a treat! My first ever OC was a HC’d lovechild between Kisshu and Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew. Her name was Claire Momomiya and I adored her like nothing else. Even so far as to making a silly little comic book with a school friend. The writing was atrocious and very cliche middle schooler wattpad weeb. 🤣 So you know, grossly cringe. Ugh since then Claire is still used be she is completely separate from her original counterpart. She now goes by Clara and has matured a great deal. Although I don’t use her anymore, she is still such a memorable and precious OC that she will never be discarded. I will find something for her one day.

2) Who is your newest OC Why did you make them?

Yvette is my newest oc! I made her shortly after I started playing God of War and saw Tyr’s design. After hearing what a gentle giant he was, and then seeing him in Ragnarok, I couldn’t help but be smitten. That and comparing my own height to his. 😳 He’s such a sweet, wise soul whats not to love though? Even if he is a bit of awkward giraffe lolol. Between that and general simping gutter brain, I wanted to give him someone to love and be loved by. But not by me lmao. No self insert here. But uhh my gutter brain was strong with this one because size difference make brain go brrr. And somehow these became the horniest, most mature, yet sweet canon x oc ship I have to date. Whoops?

3) Biggest self-insert OC?

OOH! That would be my sweet pea, Faline! Closest tie with her would be Florence. Although both are actual self inserts. Faline has been my longest standing Self-insert (going on 2 years soon) and one that holds most of my similarities. Including my height, build, my autism, my not-so-great childhood, trauma, and mental health. Genuinely v little difference between her and I.

6) Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

I mentioned it before but Clara is currently the one without a story. Although I’m not quite sure if you’re talking actual physical written & completed story or just a general background. I’m assuming the latter, but please correct me if I’m wrong. I will eventually give Clara a proper story, but for now she is content seeing me bond with my other OCs.

9) Favourite OC?

Oh my Gods, Nemo; how can you ask me such a thing? 🤣Just kidding I can actually answer this. My beloved Claudia is my favorite. She was such a treat to create. To go from a minor character made to push a plot point, to then being one of my biggest muses, she is a gem and a half. She is as complex as she is beautiful, and I look forward to continue creating stories for her and Darius.

13) Which story has the most lore?

Oh Gods “Saints & Sinners” by far. Ash and I have spent almost two years developing that universe. It initially started off as a silly “what-if” thing but now we have a whole world, timeline, rules, deities for every basic thing, A deity hierarchy system, Soul-bondings, rules for said deities, the reset system, etc. it used to only focus on four characters, now its expanded to following 8. 4 couples, all soul-bonded deities. It’s an incredible experience.

20) What story are you the proudest of? Why?

Hmmm probably “burn scars” as of right now. Its still in the works but its pushing me out of my comfort zone to deal with more graphic, emotion-heavy scenes. Trying to capture something like that is not easy, but considering it’s such a crucial part in Darius & Claudia’s timeline I am determined to get it right.

What are your favourite movies?

I’m not much of a movie person in general but the ones that have higher chances of holding my attention are animated films. I’m the worst when it comes to watching films. Its like pulling teeth to get me to do.

Thank you again for asking me everything Nemo! I hope you enjoyed!

- Faye

#ask game #faye answers

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ao3feed-larry · 1 year

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We Sin as Devil's Do | Chéri 2 | L.S

by miriad_ct27

THIS IS THE SECOND PART TO CHÉRI. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ CHÉRI, GO DO THAT OR YOU WILL SPOIL EVERYTHING!!!

"Like you said, Harry. We sin as devils do. I'm the sinner. You're the saint"

(Original Author: USERINVALIDTRYAGAIN on Wattpad)

Words: 846, Chapters: 2/38, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/v0L2Mx7

#larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #We Sin as Devil's Do | Chéri 2 | L.S #<p>by <a rel="author

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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Sweet Tooth ~ JJK | 5

✨ title: sweet tooth | series (ongoing) ✨ pairing: vampire!jungkook x donor f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ ✨ genre: vampire!au, supernatural!au, eventual romance, slow build, eventual smut ✨ summary: Bills and rent are piling up, so your roommate suggests you look into a gig she stumbled upon. But it's not what you expect. OR Jungkook runs a vampire blood bank, and you service clients with your blood. ✨ playlist | ✨ read on AO3 | Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ~ the sinner

✨ chapter 5 ~ the saint | word count: 6.0k warnings: blood drinking, vampire bites, compulsion/mind control, mysterious jungkook, mentions of death, needles, language, allusions to sex, reader almost falls asleep at the wheel, an erection

Jimin awoke early this morning, writing--but mostly doodling in his journal. His mind wandered to his last interaction with you. The resemblance between you and Nari was uncanny. Though he didn't have a long interaction with Nari, he did have many years of exchanges with those in her lineage--but none resembled her more than you.

He quickly stuffed the journal underneath his pillow when he heard shuffling through the hallway. Taehyung peeked his head into Jimin's room with only sweats on. Jimin guessed Ji-na hadn't left.

"You're up early," Jimin noted, knowing his best friend was a night owl and wasn't one to be up when the sun was out.

Taehyung smirked, munching on a bowl of cereal in his hands. "Someone kept me up all night."

"Mmhm, I bet," he said, shifting himself on the bed, covering up his journal. "Can you guys pipe down? I can hear everything you do, remember?" Jimin pointed to his ears.

"Jealous much?" Taehyung raised a brow, continuing to munch on his cereal.

Jimin scoffed. "Hardly. It doesn't sound like you're doing a good job." He couldn't help teasing his friend. Taehyung and his splendor of women weren't new to Jimin. Years and years of women, some things never change.

Taehyung brought his backhand up, pretending to swat him from far away. "Yah--" he yells, quipping back at his friend, almost spilling his cereal bowl. "Maybe you need a good fuck--what about Ji-na's roommate, the new girl?"

Jimin and you? He laughed, shaking the thought from his head. His only job was to protect you, not fuck you. Besides, you weren't his type.

"You got all that pent-up stress from the business. You need to relax," Taehyung pointed out.

"Yeah, you wanna know why I'm stressed? Cause you're not pulling your weight with all the fucking around you're doing," Jimin spat out at him. JK didn't employ the two of them for the hell of it. There's a business to run.

"Yah--it's not my fault," he said with his mouth full of milk, practically spitting it across Jimin's bedroom floor.

"We're leaving for Daegu in two days, so tell Ji-na to go home." Jimin didn't want her to tag along for their trip, and JK trusted them and didn't need Ji-na to mess it up.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. I'll be there." He didn't know the big deal, and Taehyung could just compel her to do whatever he wanted.

Don't get Jimin wrong, he liked Ji-na, but she loved sticking her nose where it didn't belong--like bringing you in on this vampire business. He never wanted you to be in any part of it, but here you were, sleeping soundly down the hall. Maybe it was better to keep a close eye on you rather than be a shadow lurking from far away.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Jimin cried, sweeping across his dresser, causing the books and trinkets to fall onto the ground.

Taehyung ran into Jimin's room. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he shouted, looking at the mess his best friend had made. "What the hell, man? Did something happen?"

With eyes focused on Taehyung, Jimin charged into him, pushing harshly against the wall with such force it caused a dent. "You! You happened! You and your stupid new plaything," Jimin was referring to Ji-na. "I fucking told you not to mess around with her, and you didn't fucking listen. AGAIN!" Jimin's nostrils flared, the veins around his eyes erupting from underneath his precious pale skin, fangs out, ready to pierce them into someone.

"I'm just having some fun with her, and then she brought in her roommate. The more, the merrier, right?" Taehyung smirked.

Jimin told him not to talk to Ji-na at the bar, but Taehyung being Taehyung, didn't listen, didn't care, and did what he wanted, whomever he wanted. "No, you shithead. I don't want her involved."

"Why not? You know how much we love new blood."

"You don't fucking get it. How would you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Even if Jimin tried to explain, Taehyung wouldn't understand. When Jimin first heard your voice over the intercom, he was trying to come up with excuses to make you leave, but JK was already expecting you. It was too late when he opened the door, and you were standing in front of him. A part of him was close to compelling you to leave and never come back, but to deceive JK would be a stupid thing to do - practically asking for a death sentence.

"You could've compelled her and told her to go away. Did you forget you're a vampire?" Taehyung ridiculed him as they'd never used their abilities before.

"Forget? How can I forget? I have a lifetime of this life, all thanks to you," Jimin spat out.

"You're still mad about that? Come on, man, it's been so long. And you must admit, vampire life is ten times better than that measly little life we were living."

Yes, there were perks to being a vampire, and at one point, Jimin enjoyed it, even letting his humanity go, but he was tired of living this way. Was this all there would be to life?

Eat, sleep, work, kill?

But then there was you, probably the only thing keeping him alive. Taehyung was lucky Jimin made a promise to Nari.

Did he like that you were now involved in this vampire business? No, but he'd figure it out somehow.

When you opened your bedroom door, you found Jimin in an 'about to knock' state with his fist in the air. You chuckled at the funny expression on his face. "Hi," you uttered.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you to open the door. I'm normally better at this whole thing."

You thought he would step out of your way since you had an appointment soon, but he didn't move an inch.

"Can we talk for a second?"

Opening your door wider for him, you stepped away to let him in, closing the door behind you. "What's up?"

"How...how are you?" he asked as though he hadn't seen you, but the two of you had dinner together just last night.

Unsure of his intentions, you answered him anyway. "I'm fine. How are you?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.

"Good. I'm good. Just wanted to make sure you're all set for today's appointment."

Ah, so this is what this conversation was about. Why didn't Jimin just spit it out? "Do I sense concern for my well-being? I may not have vampire senses, but I do have Spidey senses," you chuckled at your little joke.

"Spidey senses?"

"Vampires don't watch a lot of movies, do they?"

"Is this what the young kids are watching these days?"

Young kids?You laughed at his comment and supposed you were young compared to Jimin. "Wait, how oldare youexactly?"

Jimin looked at his feet, indistinctly muttering under his breath.

You held your hand up to your ear. "I'm sorry, I don't have the supernatural ability to hear like vampires. What did you say?"

He cleared his throat. "I'll be 102 this year." Even Jimin couldn't believe how long he's been alive. It was never his intention, but here he was, almost 102.

An audible gasp left your mouth. You didn't mean to make a big deal, but holy shit. You would never want to live that long - you'd be bored out of your mind, but imagine all the things you could accomplish.

"Yah--I look good for 101. Don't you think?" He pointed out, fixing his perfect blonde hair with his fingers.

You snorted. "Easy for you to say! You're never going to age physically. As for me, I'll be all old and wrinkly."

Jimin laughed. He quite liked that idea, seeing you grow old and wrinkly. You deserved to live a full life, even if it meant being alongside vampires. He'd do his best to make sure you would see and do everything you'd want.

"Are you on your way to your appointment?"

"Yeah, I was about to head there right now," you said, turning around to grab something out of your bag, which was sitting on the dresser.

Jimin's eyes narrowed at what you grabbed. Something shiny caught his eye. "What's that?"

You held out your hand, revealing a fistful of Hershey's Kisses wrapped in silver. "Want one? It's been helping me calm my nerves." Again, the last appointment was traumatic, but the bills weren't going to pay themselves, right?

Jimin plucked a Hershey's Kiss from your palm, unwrapping the silver and white tag before tossing it in the trash. "I prefer the one with almonds," he grinned, holding his arm for you to take.

"Noted."

Was this the real reason why Jimin showed up outside your door? He wanted to make sure you made it to your appointment, alright? Sweet of him, but you've spent days mentally preparing for this appointment. You didn't need a babysitter, and you were sure he had better things to do with his time.

The sun had barely gone down when you showed up at your appointment - only this time, you weren't alone when you arrived.

Mrs. Kim was in her usual spot, but you spotted a young woman in her early 20s waiting for her appointment. It looked as though she'd been here before, and she didn't look nervous since she was busy filing her nails.

"Mrs. Kim, what's Dani's ETA? I have places to be," the young woman complained. "He was supposed to be here anhourago."

"Chae-won-ah, if you want to get paid, you must donate. You know the rules," Mrs. Kim explained, pushing her spectacles further up the bridge of her nose. She glared at Chae-won before indulging in her book.

Chae-won uncrossed her legs, facing Mrs. Kim. "He'salwayslate, and it's so annoying," she whined, acting as though her whining would make Dani hurry to his appointment.

Mrs. Kim sighed, clearly irritated with Chae-won and her impatience. She firmly closed her book. "There's nothing I can do about that. He comes when he comes."

The two continued bickering until Chae-won was fed up with all the excuses. She huffed, stomping her feet over to the small coffee station, putting a coffee pod into the machine - the button lighting up for her to push. The coffee's quiet dripping and the familiar aroma were soothing - it helped calm your nerves. Brewing coffee in your apartment always made your home feel like a home. Though--not like anyone could call this blood bank a home.

You quickly glanced at Chae-won before checking in with Mrs. Kim, grabbing your buzzer, and awaiting your turn to go in. She was frustrated as she put creamer into her mug, causing coffee to splatter onto the crisp white table.

"Sweetheart..." You and Chae-won peered at Mrs. Kim, but she directed her attention to you. "Your room is ready, and your client will see you in room three."

Chae-won glared in your direction, annoyed that she was here first but you were going in before her. She hated that she was always paired up with Dani, she'd prefer others, but it wasn't her choice.

Politely, you nodded, standing to make your way to the door marked three. As you gripped the buzzer, it almost slipped out of your hand due to excess sweat beginning to form.You got this, and it won't be like last time.

Once you reached the door and walked through the threshold, you recalled your previous appointment with Lucas. You shut your eyes, shaking the thought away.

The man sitting on the leather sofa happily hummed a tune as you approached him. "Oh, hello," he perked up in his seat. "New blood,hmm?"

Was there a sign plastered to you? Or could he smell you once you opened the door? Regardless, you greeted him with a thin smile, narrowing your eyes at the silver tray in front of him. This wasnotgoing to be a typical appointment...or would it?

The silver tray held a pair of gloves, an alcohol wipe packet, a tourniquet, a tube, a needle, a band-aid, and the oddest item was a coffee mug.Yes- a coffee mug.

After noticing the tray of medical supplies, you observed the glass of water and the small yellow packet sitting next to it, wondering what it could be.

He could sense your nervousness as he began to put on the purple latex gloves. He was acutely aware of it once blood donors understood his way of collecting the blood he craved.

You sat next to the handsome man with shoulders as wide as the ocean and a gaze that could pierce your soul. You didn't want to underestimate this vampire like you did the last. Though, by the looks of it, he'd be an interesting one.

His eyes roamed over you from head to toe, flashing a grin before introducing himself. "The name's Jin." You sheepishly nod. "As you can tell, I do things a little differently. Are you scared of needles?"

Who likes them, is what you thought. "I don't love being poked, but I'll do whatever's necessary." To be honest, you'd prefer being pricked by a needle over-pierced by two fangs. Needles were bearable.

Jin's face lit up in delight. "Ah--that's what I like to hear." He happily grabbed the gloves and proceeded to put them on.

Did every vampire have their kink on how they'd draw blood? Jin would be on your list of strange and peculiar immortals.

"Arm," Jin instructed, holding out his purple gloved hand, and in the other was the tourniquet. You complied with no hesitation on your part. He tightly knotted the elastic around your bicep, making you extend your arm to feel for your veins. Jin leaned in closer, inspecting your arm. "My goodness, I'm going to need a microscope to find your veins," he teased.

It's been a minute since you've been poked with a needle, and suddenly your mouth became dry, causing you to gulp. You tried to break up your nervousness by asking Jin some questions. "So, um...how did you learn to do all of this?" Not every day do you meet a vampire who knows how to draw blood this way.

"YouTube," he said casually, continuing on his quest to find the perfect vein.

You audibly gasped, and your eyes bulged. "What?" There was no way you were going to let a vampire draw your blood who learned it from a YouTube tutorial. This was in no way hygienic, was it? You were close to pulling your arm away and choosing the latter option.

Jin laughed at how easily you were fooled. "I'm kidding. I'm a doctor."

A quiet 'oh' escaped your lips.

"I like you." He grinned. While he was distracting you with his jokes, you didn't even notice he had already swabbed your arm, pricked you with the needle, and began drawing your blood, which was going through the plastic tube and dripping into the coffee mug.

"When did you...?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm a good doctor, and I've hadyearsof experience."

Of course, you had plenty of questions now that you learned he was a doctor, and again, your mouth was always faster than your brain. "Then why don't you get blood from where you work?"

"Ha--See, that would be too easy, now, wouldn't it? To be honest, yes, I could get blood from my job, but why raise concerns when there doesn't have to be any?" Jin sat in a relaxed position, spreading his legs, waiting for your blood to drain into his mug.

You supposed he was right. Vampires probably had to stay under the radar to not get caught. "If you're a doctor, don't you see patients during the day?" Again, your mind is flooded with question after question.

"You're a curious one, aren't you?" He cocked an eyebrow and sported a smirk, but he had no intention of answering your question. Some vampire secrets needed to stay a secret.

Glancing at the coffee mug nearly full, Jin snagged the cotton ball, pressing it where the needle met your vein. He carefully placed the needle on the tray. He grabbed the band-aid, ripped the package, and retrieved the flexible unicorn print adhesive on your wound.

Why couldn't all of your appointments be like this, you thought. Needles? Sure. Vampire fangs? You might have to rethink this. Would you be able to request Jin all the time?

After wrapping you up nicely and neatly, he relaxed on the leather sofa with his coffee mug in hand, taking a sip and licking the blood that escaped into the corner of his mouth.

Jin hummed. "Jimin was right. Youaresweet."

You slowly craned your neck in his direction, the follicles on your arms raising, your face turning pale like you'd seen a ghost.

Sweet.

It's the second time you've heard this. How was this possible? It's certainly not a coincidence unless vampires are compulsive liars - well...Regardless, you needed to get down to the bottom of this. Maybe Jimin could be of some help.

A sudden cheerful smile was plastered on your face, causing Jin to scowl at your drastic behavior change. "Can I be of any other service to you today?"

Jin shifted his position on the sofa, straightening his back and placing his mug on the tray. "We're all done, but you should drink some liquid IV before you go," he insisted.

You straightened out your slacks when you stood, "I'm okay tha--"

You had awoken in the room you had grown accustomed to. You were sure you were overstaying your welcome, but something must have happened again. The last thing you could remember was talking to Jin, and everything became pitch black.

No wonder after an appointment, it's suggested a donor should stay overnight in case anything happens - primarilydying. It would be unfavorable for you to die with vampire blood in your system, but who knows, did you even have any tonight if you ended up in your room?

Have you entertained the thought of being a vampire? Of course, you have. Who hadn't after watching the Twilight series - though you were a bit disappointed they didn't glitter in the sunlight. But again, what vampire would want to be caught burning in the sun just to glitter? You weren't sure how that all made sense.

But you promised yourself you'd make enough money to live a cushy lifestyle, have Jimin compel you to forget and move on with your life, and wouldn't be involved with any more vampire business. You feared life would become complicated if you continued down this path.

Donor appointments wore you out, and the chocolate helped a bit, but again, you were famished, ready to devour whatever was in the fridge. After changing into your pajamas, you made your way down the familiar corridor of JK's home. Did it still creep you out? Yes, it was another reminder of why you needed to get out of this business as soon as possible.

When you opened the fridge, it was pretty empty, which was disappointing, but the freezer, not so much - it was always filled with some kind of ice cream. This time instead of cookies and cream, it was replaced with an infinite supply of...sweet corn ice cream. Were you looking at this correctly?

"Well..." you narrowed your eyes at the peculiar flavor of ice cream. "It's this, or I go back to bed on an empty stomach." Not like ice cream is the worst to eat in the middle of the night, but your sweet tooth always got the best of you.

Ripping the plastic open, you were baffled by the ice cream's shape. You didn't think it would look like an ear of corn, and here goes nothing -and it was nothing like you expected. The ice cream itself wasn't bad, typical vanilla encased in a chocolate wafer, but what threw you off were the pieces of corn embedded within the vanilla ice cream.

Interesting.

"Those are hard to come by, so you better finish that," a low husky voice chimed in from behind, making your heart jump out of your chest.

"Jesus, fucking Mary--" you turned around to see who the mystery person was. "And JK!" Why, why did he always have to sneak up on you like that?

"I'm not Jesus, nor should we fuck Mary. Hardly a saint, more of a sinner," JK said with a smug smile. "It's starting to become routine, us meeting in the middle of the night while you're helping yourself to my supply of ice cream." He continued to blankly stare at you, holding the melting ice cream.

"Stop sneaking up on me like that. It's not very nice."

JK chuckled. "Sorry, it's kinda my thing."

When you stepped closer to JK, he was dressed nicely in a red bomber and black slacks. You didn't mean to, but you eyed him from head to toe, causing him to smirk. You cleared your throat when you noticed the smirk, quickly darting your eyes away. "Are you headed out somewhere? It's two in the morning."

"Yeah, I have some things to take care of," he said ambiguously, with no intention of clarifying what he was up to.

You could sense you weren't welcomed, so you took your ice cream and walked past him, mumbling a 'kay.' Reminding yourself to stop getting up in the middle of the night. Stupid sweet tooth.

With his hands in his pant pockets, JK watched you pass by and debated with himself before speaking up, "Do...you wanna go with me?"

His question caused you to stop in your tracks. Was JK's hard, mysterious exterior starting to melt? Was he finally warming up to you, to having you around? You never understood his deal and why he was so cold and awkward when you were around the house. Turning to face him, you answered, "Sure, but first, let me change." Wherever the two of you were headed, you were sure you shouldn't be in your pajamas.

JK didn't inform you of any details of where you were headed, and you didn't expect him to. You supposed you trusted him in a weird sense, that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you - you were, after all, an employee of his. You suspected he'd want to keep you alive for his benefit and the benefit of his business. You weren't sure what his gain was of keeping this blood bank business, but maybe one day you'd find out.

The ride to your unknown destination was uneventful. JK didn't make a peep - no music or conversation, only the quiet hum of his car filled the silence between you. And to be honest, JK was intimidating, not because he was a vampire but because you felt drawn to him and didn't know why. There was a desire in you, urging, pleading, wanting to blurt out everything on your mind. Ask him all these things you're sure others have already asked throughout his lifetime. So, you tried to distract yourself by looking out the darkened window, letting your mind wander off into the unknown.

You awoke when you felt the car come to a halt. JK pressed the ignition button to turn off the car, not even bothering to tell you that you've arrived at your destination. At the same time, he opened the driver's door, letting himself out.

Quickly, you straightened your posture and tried to flatten down any hair out of place. Oh god, there was dried slobber in the corner of your mouth. JK saw that. God, you're so fucking cute.

Two pounds on top of the car spooked you, making you jumpy again. "Chop chop, sleeping beauty. I don't have all day," JK implored while leaning against his car. "Got places to be, people to see."

Stepping out of the car, you quickly stood to your feet, closed the door, and swiftly followed him. You glanced at your surroundings to see where you were. In front of you stood a facility overlooking the ocean - were you in Busan?

As the two of you approached the building, you squinted at the sign placed off to the side,Busan Community Blood Bank. Coming to a blood bank didn't explain anything, and knowing JK, he'd go around in circles if you asked him questions. Taking one more look at the sign, did you just read,Donated by Jeon Jeongguk?

What the hell was going on? And what were you getting intoagain?

"You...really run a blood bank?" You asked with a confused expression. This revelation was surprising. You had this stereotype of vampires, and JK was nothing like what you've seen portrayed in movies and TV shows. Was it fair to assume that all vampires were vicious and terrible people? No...so maybe it was time to change that.

Of all people, you didn't think JK would be considered asaint. Everyone in the clinic, including staff and patients, greeted him warmly with huge smiles as he continued walking through the hallway with you. Though you couldn't help but think of the worst at the same time, was everyone under his vampire compulsion, or were they employed by a man who hasn't aged a day since he was, oh, you don't know 22 or 23?

Curiosity got the best of you, and with your mouth being faster than your brain like always, "Are they being compelled?" You asked, blabbering away with a running list of questions in your head. JK swiftly whisked you away into an empty room, pushing you against the wall, covering your mouth, putting his index finger to his lips, and urging you to be quiet. You tried muttering something through his hold, but he wouldn't budge. Instead, he glared at you, eyes dilating, forgetting he couldn't compel you.

"Gotta know when to shut your mouth, love. You never know who's listening," JK cautioned, finally letting you go from his grasp as he stepped back from you. He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

With a remorseful expression, you apologized to him for being forward. "I'll be careful. I'm sorry."

He didn't bother to acknowledge you, but he fixed his red bomber jacket and walked out of the room with no intent on telling you why the two of you were there. To be honest, his behavior towards you started to get on your nerves. Did he hate you or something? Why bother asking if you wanted to tag along if you were only going to be an annoyance to him? Would you ever come to fully understand this immortal being? Probably not.

The morning consisted of gallivanting around the blood bank and talking with the rest of the staff. As you expected, many of the women staff and even some of the men fawned over JK, making him blush and giggle. This new side of JK was perplexing to see. You didn't know what to make of it. Was it real? Was it fake? So many questions...

You stopped in front of a photo, framed to the wall at the back entrance of the facility, and there it was, JK shaking hands with another man, underneath the photo was the date - 1852. Pointing to the photo, you whispered to JK, "How do you get away withthis? Hmm?"

JK toyed with his lip ring, hands behind his back as he brushed past you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Guess you'd find out another time about Jeon Jeongguk -the saint.

Following JK, another woman staff sheepishly greeted him, "Hi Jungkookie," before running away, the blush on her cheeks as red as JK's jacket.

"Jungkookie?" you teased. You'd remember that next time when you wanted to annoy him.

"If you don't want to call me JK, you can call me Jungkook. It's harder for people to pronounce my birth name, so I tell people to call me JK or Jungkook."

It was funny that JK mentioned that. You noticed throughout your time here, that the staff informally called him Jungkook. Maybe his relationship with his staff went beyond just business.

"Well...that'sridiculous." Jungkook furrowed his brows. "Oh no! Not your name! I mean, if people pronounce Timothee Chalamet, they can pronounce Jeongguk." You quite liked how his name rolled off your tongue. Not that it should be intimate, but you wondered how often he heard others call him by his birth name and if it was something he preferred.

JK chuckled. "Who's that?" he asked. You assumed he was referring to Timothee Chalamet.

You smiled and shook your head. "No one important."

"Did Jimin or Taehyung tell you my birth name?"

"Oh no...I briefly saw it in the signed contract, and it was written outside on the sign." Paying attention to details was your thing, especially when it came to your favorite creative things to do. It was kind of your job to pay attention to details like that.

"Ah, I see. Well, you can call me whatever you're comfortable with then." JK flashed a smile, which was a rare sight for anyone to see.

As the two of you roamed through the clinic, the path you were on led you out toward a small garden overlooking the ocean. It was confirmed that you were indeed in Busan. It's been a while since you were on the coast, so this little impromptu trip was a pleasant surprise.

"You okay?" JK asked.

"Yeah...I'm okay. I think I'm just overwhelmed at times by this whole vampire world. I mean, when Ji-na said that there was this job she had--I wasn't expecting this at all. Well, to be honest, I wasn't sure what I was expecting when I made the call. I just went with my gut, and now, here I am."

JK nodded, wanting to understand your concerns. "No, I get it. When I first turned, I felt my whole life was upside down. There were times when I didn't want to bethis--a vampire anymore," he said casually, hands in his jacket pockets as he continued walking towards the edge to see the ocean view.

This was the first time you heard that JK didn't want to be a vampire. Curiosity always got the best of you and would wander to the depths of your mind, thinking about the what-ifs. Would you, yourself, ever want to become a vampire? The endless possibilities you'd have, but then again, hearing JK's perspective, maybe it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows - perhaps it was just torment and agony over a prolonged life that seemed to never end.

You had suddenly stopped, so he looked back to wait for you. "Don't get me wrong. Being a vampire has its perks, but sometimes there's just this ceaseless thing called life."

"So you don't want to live forever?" you asked when you caught up to him.

JK let out a hearty laugh. "God no---there's nothing I want to keep me here, keep me somewhat alive."

"Well, there must have been something or someone to keep you going throughout your lifetime." You imagined he had a myriad of stories and adventures throughout his life, and you were sure he'd open up more in due time, but for now, you wouldn't pry.

The breeze picked up; you guessed it was because you were near the ocean. Although the warmth from the sun began to hide behind the summer clouds, you wouldn't trade this moment for anything. You loved the sea and its vastness of the unknown, which reminded you of JK. You hadn't known him for that long, but you wanted to know more, but that's only if he were to allow it. You didn't want to put your nose where it didn't belong.

JK observed you close your eyes, soaking in the gentle mist, lightly touching your face. He chuckled to himself, remembering how he used to enjoy the small joys in life. And after being alive for so long - he forgot what it felt like - to be human.

The ride back to Seoul was, again, uneventful. JK wasn't much of a conversationalist, which was fine - it was nice to be in his presence, with no need to fill the awkward silence with nonsense.

"Thanks for letting me tag along on your little trip. You didn't have to, but you did," you remarked, grabbing your bag from his trunk.

He flashed a close-lipped smile and nodded.

"I should go home before it gets late. I'll see you later, JK."

"Jungkook," he stated firmly while closing the trunk.

You smiled. "Jungkook."

"You know, you're more than welcome to stay over whenever you want. I know the drive is long."

His suggestion was unexpected. "Oh...it's fine. I kind of like the drive, and it gives me time to think," you said before opening the car door to the driver's side, "Have a good night,Jungkook."

"...Night."

Your day with Jungkook was unplanned, but it was lovely. He seemed as though he was beginning to open up a bit more with you.

On the drive back to Seoul, your eyes were heavy with sleep, but you were only fifteen minutes away from your place. You shook off sleepiness and straightened your posture, rolling your windows down to get fresh air.

Almost there. Don't fall asleep.

Walking into your apartment after a long drive felt nice. You plopped on your couch, splayed out with no worries in the world. Should you just take a few steps to enter your bedroom? Probably yes, but the couch seemed more comfortable than your bed at the moment. In a wink, your eyes were closed, your mind drifting off into reverie. The day you had was exhausting, so an escape from reality and into fantasy was idyllic.

"I missed you so much," Jungkook whispered as you lay against his chest. It feels as though you've been in this exact position all day.

You grinned. "I haven't left your side."

"It feels like you've been away for a lifetime," he countered, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

Peering up to face him, your hands softly caressing his cheek. "I could spend a lifetime with you," you said, reaching to kiss him.

The sound of your bluebirds' alarm awakened you from your dream. It was odd to have dreamt of Jungkook, your second one, and it felt so real - like he was really with you in bed, but the thing was, you were asleep on the couch. So how could this be? Dreams were always trippy and you could never tell how they started.

Rubbing your eyes. "Way too much vampire interaction, that's probably why," you muttered.

"Jungkook-ah," Jimin repeated his name several times before snapping out of dreamland.

"Mm, what?" Jungkook mumbled, wiping the drool that pooled in the corner of his mouth.

"You were dreaming."

"Yeah, and I was rudely interrupted," he grumbled, uncovering the duvet from himself and heading to the bathroom.

Jimin chuckled, following behind. "We're dead, but clearly, your dick is alive. Must have been a good dream."

"What do you want?" Jungkook blurted in annoyance, turning on the faucet and beginning to splash water on his face.

"Taehyung and I are leaving soon. Do you need anything else from us before we go?"

Jungkook peered at Jimin through the mirror, water beading from his hair onto his face. "Just make sure they're not fucking up this whole operation. We've had too many incidents lately, and I don't want people snooping around."

Jimin saluted him. "Got it, boss." He quickly stepped away, giving Jungkook some privacy.

Jungkook made sure to listen to Jimin close the door before taking a deep breath and looking at himself in the mirror.

Get ahold of yourself, he thought. It's just a dream, but they were your dreams. Dreams that he wanted to continue invading, but he knew he shouldn't. Dreams where he wondered if they could become real. But dreams were dangerous - dangerous because he was creating a fantasy that he could never live in, or could he?

✨ next chapter ~ the sinner

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