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jennay · 1 year ago

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Noah Sebastian x reader

Request: I've got a fluffy one with Noah!! You've been best friends forever, and one day, Noah looks over old pictures of you guys and realizes that he's in love 🥰

An: this is around 3-4k and it's the longest thing I've written on here. I loved this idea so much. 🖤

Noah Master List

Noah didn't want to tell you the bad news. He didn't think you would take it well, but much to his surprise, you acted like you didn't care.

You didn't want him to feel guilty, so you put on a brave face and pretended it didn't matter. "It's okay." You give him a reassuring smile. "We've celebrated so many birthdays together, one more or less won't make a difference." You wrap your arm around his and pull him along. "Let's make the most of our time?"

"Really? You're not mad?" He asks, sounding doubtful but following your lead.

"I know you have a lot going on, and you need to show up at these things." You say, stopping in front of an old building with a sign that says 'Antiques.' You'd always loved browsing through the dusty shelves and finding hidden gems from the past.

Noah, on the other hand, hated the smell and the clutter of these places, but he never complained when you dragged him along.

"Come on, let's go treasure hunting." You say, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

"It smells like my grandma's attic," Noah whispers to you, keeping his hands in his pockets and looking around nervously. He always acted like he was afraid of catching some ancient disease.

"Stop." You laugh, "You're literally so dramatic."

You unlock your arm from his and walk into one of the sections filled with stuff from the 1950s. You loved the feel of the fabrics between your fingers, the smell of old perfume and dust, and the thrill of discovering hidden gems among the piles of clothes.

You told everyone you would reinvent the style and wear them, but you never did. Instead, they collected dust and stayed in boxes. You always told people it was because your apartment was too small for such a big project, but the truth was, you just didn't have time for all your hobbies.

Noah watched you with amusement, wondering what was going through your mind. He'd known you for a lifetime, yet you still surprised him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him watching. "You look awkward, Noah. Can you at least pretend to look at something? They're gonna think you're casing the place."

He saunters closer, standing behind you and leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder, "I hate this place."

You pick up another shirt, holding it in front of you, and observe the fun pattern, wondering if it's worth it. "Do you think I should get this?"

Noah stands straight and gently grabs the shirt from your hands and holds the shirt close to your chest, imagining what it would look like on you. "I like it, but I think your boobs are too big." He laughs. "I don't think it's going to fit."

"My boobs aren't even that big." You say, shrugging your shoulders; you grab the shirt back, folding it and setting it down.

You notice his eyes falling to your chest as he says, "They are!"

You cross your arms over your chest, a light laughter falling from your lips, "Stop looking at them!" You snap your fingers at his face, "My eyes are up here!"

"Sorry, but the denial is extreme."

You tilt your head back, looking at the ceiling, praying for the strength not to murder him right then and there. "Let's get out of here; I'm not asking you for advice ever again."

Noah laughs, following you down the aisle, and when you reach the door, he gladly reaches out, holding it open. "After you." He smiles goofy as he showcases the world outside.

He inhales the fresh air, glad to leave the musty store behind. "How about a drink?" He gestures to the bar down the street. "Or are you ready to call it a night?"

"Let's go to my place instead. I still have some beer from the last time you were over. And I found these old photos of us when I was packing. You have to see them!"

He freezes on the sidewalk and gapes at you. "Packing?" His voice croaks, and his smile quickly fades.

Your eyes widen. "Shit." You say under your breath. "Noah, I…let me explain."

He blinks at you a few times, waiting for you to start explaining, but you can't find the words.

You and Noah never kept secrets from each other, and his heart sank at your words. He feels anxious as he wonders why you're moving and why you didn't tell him sooner.

You two had been inseparable since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood in Virginia, and when he moved away, you followed him. You had never lived more than half an hour apart.

"I meant to tell you, but I knew you'd freak out, and I had this whole speech planned." You say, trying to sound casual. You hope he'll understand you're not abandoning him but just trying something new.

He shakes his head and walks away from you towards his car. He presses a button, and the doors unlock.

"You can explain in the car." He says coldly.

He's angry you didn't trust him enough to tell him sooner and feels betrayed by your secrecy.

You fasten your seat belt, feeling a knot in your stomach. The silence between you and Noah is deafening. You wish he would say something, anything, to break the tension.

Noah rests his head on his hand on the middle console and steers the car with the other. His expression is blank, but you can sense his resentment. "Where are you moving? Is it far?" He asks, his voice flat.

"Washington." You manage to squeak out.

He straightens up and grips the wheel with both hands. He glances at you when he stops at a red light. His brown eyes are cold and distant. "That's two states away from me." He says, his tone bitter.

You sigh heavily, "My brother offered me a job, and with it being a new company, I want to help. He helped me through some pretty hard times." You pause, remembering how your brother was always there for you when you needed him. "I wanna help him out now that he needs it." You say softly, hoping he will see how much this means to you.

You glance at him, hoping to see some understanding in his face.

"What about me?" He quietly asks, his voice cracking slightly. "You're okay with just peacin out on me?" He stares at you with disbelief.

"It's not like that." You try to explain, but your voice trembles. "Noah, you do this to me all the time. Every year four the last four years, to be exact." You look away from him, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. Arguing with him was your least favorite thing to do.

He rolls his eyes, "My job is touring, and I always come back!" He reminds you, raising his voice slightly. "And when I'm not working, I spend time with you!"

He pulls into your apartment complex, but you don't respond to his words. There was no use in adding gasoline to the fire.

You unclick your belt and open the door. On a typical day, this is where Noah would get out and meet you in front of the car and give you the biggest bear hug telling you he will see you soon, or he would come upstairs and have a few drinks while the two of you played games and laughed your asses off, but Noah won't even look at you after you.

You shut the car door and walk around to his window. He rolls it down and numbly looks at you. You hate this. You hate hurting him like this. "I know you're mad, and I'm sorry. I should've told you a long time ago. Before I started packing." You say in a shaky voice. "I didn't mean to upset you."

He nods, biting his lip. He doesn't know what to say to you. He feels like he's losing you.

"Can you wait a minute? I have something for you." You ask him, hoping he will accept your gift.

He studies you for a second, noticing the fear in your eyes. He doesn't want you to be afraid of him, but he's angry, too. "Yeah." He says softly, giving you a weak smile.

Noah waits for you in the car, lost in his thoughts. Is he wrong for feeling this way? Does he have the right to be upset?

You come back with an envelope in your hand. You hand it to him through the window. "These are some photos of us. I thought you might like them." You say with a sad smile. "I made copies so you can keep these."

He takes the envelope from you but doesn't open it. He looks at you with a conflicted expression. "Thanks." He says quietly. "I'll look at them when I get home."

Noah was curled up on the couch, his eyes glued to his favorite show. He knew it was a futile attempt to distract himself from the pain of losing you.

The envelope you gave him lay on the coffee table, a silent reminder of what he was about to lose.

He had brought them down from his bedroom, telling himself he would look at them, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. They just taunted him with their presence.

He glanced away from the TV, noticing his bandmate and friend coming down the stairs. He watched as Jolly approached and sat on the couch beside him.

Jolly picked up the envelope and examined it curiously. "What's this?" He asked, shaking the envelope slightly.

"(Y/n) gave me some pictures," Noah muttered, turning his attention back to the TV.

"Ooh, pictures? Like naughty pictures?" Jolly joked, wiggling his eyebrows. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the photos.

Noah didn't stop him; he wanted to see the pictures, too, but he needed someone else to do it. "She's moving to Washington next week," Noah states painfully. "She thinks she gave them to me as a parting gift, but I think she's a sadist."

Jolly hands Noah the photos one after one, making sure that he looks at every single picture. "You're going to let her go?"

He shrugs at his friend, "I can't tell her what to do, man. It's her life."

Noah stares down at one of the photos, feeling nostalgic. He smiles as he recognizes it's a picture of you and him from your teenage years when you were both rebellious and adventurous.

Noah remembered the day perfectly because it was the same day your parents decided he was able to stay with your family for a few weeks until he could figure something out.

He was always grateful for your parents, who treated him like their own son. He bounced back and forth between your house and a few others, never feeling like he belonged anywhere. But with you, he felt at home.

You were sitting next to him on a bench at the park, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your hair was bright pink, contrasting with your black clothes and accessories. You wore stud bracelets and Converse shoes, showing off your punk style. Noah wore skinny jeans and a red band t-shirt, matching your edgy vibe. You thought you were the coolest kids in town, but doesn't every 16-year-old think that?

You had a camera in your hand and snapped a selfie of the two of you, capturing the moment forever. You smiled at him with your eyes sparkling, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He still feels it every time he looks at you.

He continues to flip through the photos, listening to Jolly's side comments about how dorky the two of you are or how he couldn't fathom having a friend that long.

Noah felt a strange sensation in his chest as he continued flipping through the images. He saw your smile, your eyes, your laugh, and he realized how much he missed you. He was starting to comprehend why he was so upset you were deciding to move away from him. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Fuck." He says, tilting his head back and dropping the photos beside him. He runs his hand down his face dramatically. "I can't let her go."

Jolly finds this whole situation amusing. "Oh?" He laughs.

"It's her. It's always been her, dammit! I'm mad because I love her, and she wants to leave." He shakes his head, feeling a rush of emotions.

Jolly chuckles at Noah's sudden realization. "Yeah, man. I was wondering how long that was going to take. Glad you caught up." He says sarcastically.

Noah leans forward, groaning while resting his face in his hands, "What do I do?"

Jolly stands up, stretching his arms out and yawning. "You can start by, I don't know, telling her?" His hands fall back at his side, "Why are you still sitting here? Go tell her." He demands. "I think heartache is great for making music, but dealing with you having a heartache moping around all the time is going to be miserable for all of us."

Noah looks up at him with a hopeless expression. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I ruin our friendship?"

Jolly rolls his eyes and grabs Noah by the shoulders. "Dude, trust me. She feels the same way. She's been dropping hints for years. You're just too dense to notice." He says bluntly.

Noah blinks in disbelief. "What?"

Jolly sighs and lists some examples. "Like how she always hugs you longer than anyone else. Or how she laughs at your lame jokes. Or how she looks at you with those puppy eyes. Or how she always calls you her best friend, but in a way that sounds like she means more. She's never gotten along with any of your girlfriends…and she's jealous when you don't spend time with her?"

Noah thinks about it and realizes he's right. He feels hope, "She does do those things."

Jolly nods and pushes Noah towards the door. "Exactly. Now go get her, tiger." He laughs.

Noah smiles and walks out of the door, leaving Jolly behind.

Jolly shakes his head and smiles to himself. "I did it."

You'd just finished packing the last box for your kitchen. You hated packing. You always left it until the last minute, hoping that somehow it would magically get done by itself. You always procrastinated. It was your biggest weakness and a terrific motivator.

You lay on the cold kitchen floor, exhausted from the continuous packing. You felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you looked around the empty room.

This was where you cooked, laughed, cried, and shared many memories with your friends. And now you were leaving it all behind. You thought about asking a friend to sit with you, but part of you wanted to be alone. This would be your new norm until you made new friends.

Am I doing the right thing? You text your sister.

You needed some reassurance, some validation, some support. You peeled yourself off the ground, lazily crawled to the fridge, and popped open a beer. It was one of the ones that Noah left. You stared at the label, feeling a weird pit in your stomach. You wanted Noah here helping you through this and sharing what's supposed to be a positive pivot in your life.

You wanted his support more than anyone's, but he ignored your text, and you decided to give him space. You understood why he was upset but thought he would get over it. It's not like the two of you were dating, and this was somehow breaking up your relationship. But maybe that was the problem. You wanted more, and he didn't.

You sipped the beer, feeling the bitter taste on your tongue. You wished you could talk to him, hear his voice, see his smile.

You wished he would tell you that he loved you, would miss you, and would follow you anywhere, but that just wasn't the case.

I think big decisions are sometimes scary. Besides, this will be the first time you won't have your sidekick, and I'm sure that's a weird feeling.

You sigh as you lean against the cupboard, texting her back, I don't think I can do it.

You feel a surge of panic and desperation. You can't leave without telling him how you feel. You can't let him go without knowing if he feels the same. You stand up, set your beer on the counter, and search for your keys. You knew what to do, and it was now or never. You didn't care that you were in pajamas; you needed to talk to Noah and understand what would happen if you chose to stay. You grab your purse and head for the front door.

As you open it, you're startled to see someone standing in your doorway with his hand up as if he were ready to knock. Your heart stops as you recognize him. It's Noah. He's here. He's looking at you with shock and confusion. "Hi?" Noah says as if the wind has been knocked out of him.

You stare at him, speechless. You can't believe he's here, at this exact moment when you were about to find him. Is this fate? Is this a sign?

"Is this a bad time?" He asks.

You shake your head no. Your shoulders relax, and you smile while letting him in. You hang your purse on the coat rack and lead him to the living room. "Sorry, there's shit everywhere."

He doesn't seem to care. He only has eyes for you. "You can't go." He bites his lip nervously. "I can't let you."

Your eyebrow raises, and you decide to stay quiet, hoping he will enlighten you.

Noah nervously grabs your hand and pulls you to the couch where the two of you sit. He turns to face you, holding your hand tighter than before.

"Just hear me out for a second." He swallows hard, unsure of how to say the words. "I'm an idiot." He exhales loudly. "I'd do just about anything for you. I hope you know that. Miles got us out of that interview on your birthday… the one out of town. So that I could be with you."

You pull your hand back, squeezing the bridge of your nose. "You guys didn't have to do that."

You feel guilty.

He reaches for your hand again, gently caressing it with his thumb. "We did Because I wanted to spend that day with you. I need to tell you something."

He looks into your eyes, his own filled with sincerity. "I'm in love with you." He says softly. "I can't stand the thought of losing you."

You feel stunned. You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't that. You feel a surge of joy and relief mixed with disbelief and fear. Is this real? Is he serious? Do you dare to believe him?

Your stunned face finally shows a smile creeping on your lips. "Good. I was going to find you to tell you the same thing."

He grins, no longer nervous, as he brings his hand to your face, closing the gap between your lips and pressing down. You feel his tongue gently trace your lip, asking for permission, and you don't hesitate to accept, allowing his tongue to dance with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling his heartbeat against yours, and before you know it, he's pulling you on his lap and deepening the kiss, making you moan softly.

In between kisses, he tells you how much he loves you, wants you, and needs you.

You gently pull away, resting your hands on his chest, lust in your eyes, craving more touches from him.

He smiles at you with love filling his eyes, "This means you're staying, right?" He rests his hands on your hips, waiting patiently for a response.

You giggle, a little surprised by his question. You thought it was obvious. "Yes," You say, looking around the apartment, "Wanna help me unpack?" He groans, but his eyes sparkle with joy. He pulls you closer and kisses you softly. "I guess I can, but only because I love you."

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misskassycollins · 26 days ago

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Okay i’m having some thoughts and feelings about when Alice asked ‘how many came out of the road with you last time’… it was coven 2. Agatha and Nicholas… and only Agatha survived the road

(Insert Agatha putting up one finger gif, that I have no idea how to make)

Also here’s hoping for season 2 with So much more Agatha x Rio backstory…🖤🙏🖤🙏🖤🙏🖤❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Like maybe Rio and Agatha loving and fucking so much that their love conjured a child… Rio is daddy and Nicholas is baby… maybe why Agatha name a rabbit (bc they fucked like rabbits) Senor Scratcy = baby daddy Spanish + son

Sooo many hidden gems for the rewatching and I’ll keep posting them now that seasons over and give everyone more reason to watch bc they better deliver on a season 2

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agatha x rio #billy maximoff #nicholas scratch

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 1 year ago

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❧ blog recommendations

“that boy is a monster.” —monster, lady gaga

❝to me, supporting people who do what they love is the most important thing, especially if they’re making others happy. these people deserve to be recognized for their hard work❞ —kosmo

DISCLAIMER: writers on tumblr deserve to get their work put out there through reblogs, reviews and comments, as it helps motivate them to continue to write amazing stories. be sure to at least give some of these writers the attention they deserve. they would all definitely appreciate it. it helps to know that their work is being appreciated instead of just being mindlessly consumed.

i will definitely add more writers if i find more that i like. remember to support these creators! their work deserves it!

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BLOG RECS

— @lady-jane3

➵ lovely writing style and frequently posts something new for readers to enjoy. i frequently come back here if i’m in the mood for something quick and fun. ✨

— @aestheticpearl

➵ lots of gn reader content so anyone can enjoy her writing. i dig the aesthetics of her blog too. such an amazing and talented writer 🩵

— @her-satanic-wiles

➵ holy crap do i love the stories she writes 🤭 the dark fiction is disturbing, but that’s what makes it so good. if you’re in the mood for something eerie then definitely check her out

— @undyingghoul

➵ i swear anything he writes is so good. i love to sift through the sodo fics they write because they just got me giggling like a high school girl. definitely go check them out ‼️

— @p1nkcanoe

➵ lots of juicy ghoul x ghoul content that i like to binge 👌 love the writing style and definitely deserves the attention she gets. hilarious asf too, keep it up!

— @writingjourney

➵ in love with the writing style. high quality papa content for all of the emeritus enjoyers out there. creative stories and juicy smut. we love to see it ‼️

— @serene-sun

➵ idk what it is about his writing, but there’s something to it that just makes me go argagaggrgagagrga 👹 definitely go check out the writing on his page, it’s worth it

— @copias-sewer-rat

➵ her stories are creative as shit??? like holy crap i’ve only read a couple fics from them but i am hooked!! very talented and definitely deserves more support and recognition 🙏

— @emeritus-fuckers

➵ this blog is run by three talented writers and holy crap is it a goldmine. there’s a lot of stories to pick and choose from, and they’re all so good 🙏🙏

— @ghulehunknown

➵ went through the kinktober prompt list on her page at its just so 👌👌 10/10 writing skills. lots of love for the papas on this blog too.

— @sentientgolfball

➵ deserves more recognition !!! very personal style of writing, and i love reading through the stories they create! definitely deserves more credit here on tumblr 🙏

— @gravehags

➵ i just started reading the ghoul bicycle series and it’s literally so good omg. absolute hidden gem of a blog and deserves all of the love and praise she gets 🫶

— @bupia

➵ literally on the floor from her writing like 🫣 everything she writes is so good and so creative. like i read one terzo smut and i’m already hooked. keep it up!

— @miasmaghoul

➵ all of her writings are nasty, but a good kind of nasty. i like reading their work, there’s always something new to explore and it’s always such a great experience! love this one 🖤

— @da-rulah

➵ i read a couple of fics on here and it’s good shit. has a lot of papa content, very very nice style of writing and i love the aesthetics too 🙏🙏

— @xxcallmemaryxx

➵ i love reading through her writings!!! stories that can be enjoyed by anyone, and it’s just a joy to sift through honestly 🖤 please check this blog out

— @molly-ghuleh

➵ wahhhh this one is so good!! it’s so wonderful reading through her stories like holy crap 🤭 camellia is definitely a good one on here and i just started reading it

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friendly reminder that there’s always more writers out there that deserve all the love and support they can get! be sure to support these writers by reblogging their work and commenting!

if i find more amazing writers i’ll definitely add them here. but this is all i can think of for now ♡︎

#recommendations #fanfic rec #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #the band ghost x reader #author rec #ghost bc fic #nameless ghouls

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sabine-smitten-obviously · 6 months ago

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And now i want to find myself a haunted cottage ... to find the love of my life ❤️

I just started this wonderfull gem yesterday and finished this morning. And i am so reluctant to part with it that i even consider to reread it immediately.

So if you are into Good Omens, like Human AU and searching for a kind of different plot - here are my thoughts on a wonderful fanfic from @commodorecliche !

😃 Whats it about?

Aziraphale buys a little cottage and finds some books in it, written by A.J. Crowley. Oh - and there is a ghost in the house! You will never guess who that might be ... But what might sound cheesy really is not. I so loved the authors notes that i will throw them in here:

This is a ghost story. This is a story about the remnants of ourselves we leave behind. This is a story about life and about all the things that cannot be hidden, even after we die. This is a story about finding comfort in another creature, despite the dimensional divide that might stand between us. This is a ghost story. This is a love story.

And that it is. The notes say it all!

{There are minor spoilers ahead - i tried to collect my thoughts without giving too much away, but pls only go on if you are ok with that! }

What i absolutely adore in this wunderful piece:

🤍It is a tale of love told from Aziraphale´s point of view only. Being a ghost story i had goose bumps several times during the first chapters. Nothing too scary, but quite exciting! It also has a bit of angst in it, but mostly it is deeply loving and what hurts is the fact that - well - Crowley is a ghost and Aziraphale is human. There is a natural limit to their connection. I dont want to tell more because i dont want to spoil the story. You should definitely mind the tags before you start reading!

❤️ It is a human AU but takes on a very different plot with Crowley being a ghost. So somehow this is so far unique to me in the GO-universe, where most human AU tend to put them both in the same place - be it rockstars, book sellers, teachers and parents and so on.

🤍Having a ghost and a human falling in love with each other - oh it is so sweet but also ... tragic? Having someone to love without being ever able to touch him? To barely feel him? Crowley is so well written, he is merely an essence - there and at the same time not.

🩶What i really enjoyed is that you will know every character but most of the stereotypes are left out. Anathema is not psychic (or at least it isnt mentionned) for example. There is no bickering between Aziraphale and Crowley. No sentences or dialogues from GO thrown back to the reader. Still everything blends together so well.

🖤 Oh and i loved this fact: Crowley is a writer! Crowley is the one with the words !!! and for once there is no stumbling, no "ngk", no "fuck" no nothing. Most of human AU leave Crowley with "clever hands" but words not so fluently ... (A fact that kind of surprises me often because i am not so sure every Shakespearean Text is really Shakespeare ... right? ;-))

❤️Aziraphale is happy with his body - this is something i deeply appreciate. I have read roundabout 60 fanfics so far and in most human AU his thoughts about himself can be rather derogatory.

🖤Crowley is not the one begging Aziraphale to stay or be together with him - also a quite common theme in GO-fanfics. I absolutely love that!!

I kind of realise now that me writing reviews is my way of parting with a story that particularly got to my heart. This one is truly beautiful for several reasons and i had everything from goosebumps to laughter to angst to heartache to relief to sadness. It ends well, if it is happy is really only your choice. ❤️

This story made me finally set up a "re-read-list" and i absolutely recommend it, if you´re in for a bit of heartache, a different plot and a different version of a "and they life happy ever after". It is a quiet, lovable and aching book, well balanced and still easy to read.

ps: I thought a lot about it, could i do it? Could i fall in love with a ghost? I would like to think of myself as having stayed in the house but probably i would have run. If i had come past this first angst and built a connection - would i have been able to? Would it have been enough to simply love? To have an ethereal connection and know you are not alone but ... no friends to share with, to be grounded to the house, no picnics, no touch? What are your thoughts on this?

pps: if you have read this one, pls come here and scream and cry with me in the comments!!! I dont want to tell too much here but there are scenes in the book that i would love to romp on in the comments!!

#good omens #aziraphale loves crowley #crowly x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #fanfic #crowley #good omens fanfic rec #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfiction review #fanfiction review

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maple-the-awesome · 2 years ago

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Heir ||

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2,825

Requested by Anonymous: Okay so can u write (or if u don't take request can we just discuss?) about mob! Peter Parker when the reader is pregnant?? Like he'd be absolutely hyperactive and take care of her every second. Not leaving her for a sec alone and then taking all his work into his office at home bc he just wants to stay near to her. Constantly spoiling her and buying her everything she is craving, baby proofing the whole house, constantly having sex bc she is extra horny and then of course talking to her baby bump when he thinks she's fast asleep!! Just . So. Cute. I'm always a sucker for pregnant reader stories. Here you go 💜 Warning: Suggestive/Explicit content (nothing too detailed, but the request does involve a horny pregnant reader and Peter's a deliverer, sooo~)

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Peter Parker, a young tycoon from upscale New York who likes to attend the most lavish of social gatherings and only owns what is considered 'top of the line' be it clothes, jewelry, houses, cars - you name it, but that is, of course, a part of his carefully constructed public image. Hidden in secret and shadows, his name is one often whispered as a form of jinx from the mouths of the criminal class. They understand the red ink Mr. Parker's name is written with; they know the true nature of his work.

Peter has quite the reputation, to put it short. Extortion, loan sharking, and corruption of public officials can be considered the 'nicer' side of his dealings, although seeing the exact lengths most individuals go through just to avoid a frown upon his face, it can easily be concluded that he's perfectly willingly to go much further if business calls for it.

He's headstrong and cold meaning that, once he sets his mind to something, there is no convincing him otherwise unless a certain voice is to plead it. There is a voice that can speak louder than his all by a mere breath against his ear; a sound sweet enough to poison his every thought, shatter his iron will, and remove that fearsome reputation of his like a form of temporary baptism.

For you, his precious wife, there is only 'Peter', a loving husband so devoted to the one who holds his heart that he would remove mountains if you preferred the view, carve the earth until it's hallow if you desire a gown of rare gems, and set fire to all of New York just to see your face shine in the golden flames. For you alone, Peter will take a knee, being whatever pleases you, although at the moment, all you ask is that he accepts defeat.

It's quite amusing really. Within the years of your marriage, you've heard countless accounts about how savage and gruesome your dear husband is; the wolf from fairy tales or, more fitting to his nickname, a spider haunting the dreams of those with severe arachnophobia. You'd be more inclined to believe such stories if not for how adorable he currently looks, his legs sprawled out across the floor as he struggles to put together the complex design yet remains very adamant that he will not be accepting defeat against a pile of rosewood.

You've been here watching the scene for well over an hour now, sitting rather comfortably yourself in a new rocking chair while snuggled up in an equally young silk blanket, soft cotton pajamas, and wool socks with a warm mug of ginger tea housed in your hands.

Without anything else to truly do and knowing full well any offers of assistance will continue to be denied (you've tried), you have taken to either sitting or pacing about the room every now and again to stretch your aching back, but you make sure to do the latter sparring since you've discovered the more you move, the more you increase poor Peter's worry.

The record so far is five minutes before your husband is hovering at your side, fussing like a British nanny over something: do you need anything, princess? Medicine? Another blanket? Is it too cold in here? Too warm? Perhaps it's best if you go lay down or shall we go for a walk in the garden for some fresh air?

It's amusing to you how doting Peter can be - well, how much more doting he can be, is a better way of putting it. Truth be told, he has always been an attentive husband, existing at your every beckon and call despite his own busy work schedule.

Each morning, you awake to kisses down your collarbone and a freshly picked flower next to your plate at breakfast. Throughout the day, he spares every possible second that he can for your request, becoming all yours during those breaks no matter how short. Do you want to read together in the library? Eat lunch in the garden if he has that much time? Peter has never been against any suggestion regardless of how rushed he may be in the moment, going as far as to sneak into the nearest closest for…Well, you can probably use your imagination for that part.

Peter prides himself on rarely letting you down, pained too deeply by your tears and too afraid of your shouts (a funny thought considering what his job entails). Fortunately, your fights are few and far inbetween, his anger reserved for work alone, not his precious wife who, quite honestly, is the only good thing to enter his hectic life aside from May and even Ben when he was still around - Oh, and also that little life you currently carry within your womb; they’re a fairly recent add on to Peter's list of loved ones.

You remember it like just yesterday when you had first told him the news. You, yourself, had been a nervous wreck despite having been actively trying for children. All of your preparation and desires seemed to instantly go out the window in that moment, replaced by the weight of the world upon your shoulders as you stared at that little white test confirming for certain that you are, in fact, carrying the weight of a little world inside of you.

Pregnant? Are you really ready to do this? Can you really be a good mom or will you somehow mess it up? What if Peter was only pacifying you when he offered to fulfill your desire of bearing his children? What if he wasn't being honest then and actually detests the idea of children running around his mansion, screaming and creating messes as children typically do? So many worries plagued your mind that day, all put to rest once receiving Peter's true reaction.

It took him a minute - actually four - where he just stared at you, letting the wheels turn inside his head while carefully asking if you were being serious. Then, within seconds - which is no exaggeration -, you were within his arms, your face soon cupped in his hands as he tearfully asked you the same question again followed by giddy laughter when you confirmed it a third time.

Your husband has always been doting, however now that you hold his child - his heir - this behavior has been increased tenfold. You officially bear double the importance to him, thus any harm that may befall you would become his downfall leading to him collapsing in on himself like a dying star (excuse his dramatics). Therefore, Peter has amplified his protective and attentive behaviors, becoming a hyperactive presence in your life that can be admittedly overwhelming at times.

It began plainly enough with him moving all of his work to the home office where he could be within range of your calls for every second of the day. Parties, business trips, and anything else that would require traveling became forbidden, not that he ever cared much for them anyways. Security had also been added upon with Peter triple checking all interviews and background checks which were usually entrusted to his right-hand man, Miles, who has never steered him wrong before, but one can never be too careful.

While not bad in the beginning, Peter’s anxieties soon became suffocating. His innocent research into all things parenthood soon started viewing every piece of advice or recommendations as holy. The doctor said too much of something isn't good to eat? Then you won't taste a grain! There can be germs around the mansion that cause you illness? Everything must be washed! Everything! Oh, and the mansion must be entirely baby proof! Each corner, every nook and crank - Nothing left to chance! Simply put, Peter doesn't want to take any chances, treating you as if you're some sort of ticking time bomb which is, in a way, true given your horrendous mood swings at times.

For a while there, it felt that Peter was coming to you everyday with something new he wanted to try. Playing certain music to help the baby's development or drafting a new meal plan that gets rid of some of your favorites because a certain ingredient isn't 'good for you'. Being currently drained due to a changing body, you’ve been in no mood for Peter's 'crowding', and the meal thing had been your final straw. He unfortunately learned this the hard way when you finally lost your patience resulting in a full hour of shouting at him then another sobbing your apologies.

After that day, Peter has backed off a little. He still spends every night reading parent books which are left stacked at his bedside, but he's much more reasonable with his suggestions and has learned to not believe everything he reads, usually running it through Aunt May first just to be sure he won't get his head ripped off if he brings the information to you (yeah, you're not quite sure he's recovered from the trauma of your scolding, poor baby).

Of course, you can never truly be mad at Peter for caring, something he knows, too. Pregnancy is stressful both mentally and physically, thus it's lovely to have a husband just as willing to trek through the ugly as he is to observe the beauty.

As it's hopefully been made clear, he has no issue in spoiling you. Anything you want is yours to have. Are you craving some foreign food? He'll have it flown in or hire a special chief to prepare it just for you. Do you wish for cuddles? He'll move his schedule around the best he can to accommodate for a day in bed, snuggled in mounts of blankets as you rest comfortably in his arms. Even if you're suffering from horrible mood swings, be it awful crying or livid screaming, he will happily endure it feeling it's the least he can do in return for all his wife is doing for him.

Oh, and then there's the sex. Why hadn't anyone told you being pregnant would make you this horny? Some days, you're barely able to keep your hands off of poor Peter (not that he's actually suffering in any shape or form, quite the opposite). Of course, you blame him for it because not only did he make you this way, but he insists on being in the same room as you practically all hours of the day. How are you not to leap at him when he's sitting right there, looking all hot and sexy as he runs his hand through his hair or bites his lip in concentration while going over paperwork?

…Yeah...Peter's probably fucked you more than he's actually completed any of his work, but when your wife is sitting on top of your lap, peppering your neck in kisses and pawing at your erection all while swelling with your baby within her womb? What's a man to do?

Looking back at how perfect Peter has been, you don't think you could ever feel more confident in who you've married. He could've turned you away that first day you asked him to impregnate you, he could be doing the bare minimum without any personal inference just to keep you ‘happy’ and out of his hair, but instead, he has remained loyal to his responsibilities, going above and beyond in the name of pure love. It's enough to make you swoon (and maybe a little aroused, damn your hormones), however at the moment, you're a bit too tired to express any of it outwardly. Maybe later when you have the energy for something more physical.

Right now, you only wish to close your eyes, enjoying the warm sun which floods through the window at just the right angle that it blankets you in the rocking chair - something you're sure Peter took into consideration when planning the layout of this nursery. Bless him indeed.

You have zero intentions in moving, too warm and too at peace especially since the baby has finally stopped wiggling around like a little worm inside of you. Not wanting to disrupt the precious bean, you'll remain put in silence where you can both rest together.

You hear Peter give an exasperated groan from where he sits on the floor. Based on it, you're certain he must have his hands in his hair, tugging at the roots. Accompanied with the sound of him stretching his legs and the amount of time it takes him to actually stand up, you'd guess it must've been hell for his muscles to stay in such a position for so long, not that you feel that bad, only for a second at most. If you've survived seven months of your entire body aching, he can surely manage a numb feeling in his legs for a few minutes.

He tip toes over the hurricane of wood planks, but gives a good kick to some of the screws with a hissed breath and hands placed on his hips. He'll have to ask Miles for someone who can build this damned crib for him, he doesn't have the patience to fiddle with it any longer, but at least his anger is forgotten once he looks at you. The golden sun dressed over your face, the peaceful rest of your skin and slight part of your cherry lips as you take in each breath: you’re truly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, a fact he is constantly reminded of especially in the small moments like this.

Peter wonders if your baby will take after you. He desperately hopes so, if not in appearance than at least in personality. He hopes that whoever they end up being, it isn't anything like him. Although he was happy to take Uncle Ben's place in the business, it wasn't what Ben wanted and, now that he is going to be a father himself, Peter finally understands that.

The more he thinks of his precious child, the more certain Peter becomes that he doesn't want them to be his heir. He doesn't want them to know violence or bloodshed, lies and deceit. He doesn't want them to tell the other children at school that their daddy is their hero - to ever think such a thing in admiration because that would just be the first step down his path.

He wants them to be like you. He wants them to be kind and patient, fair and dignified. He wants their love, yes, but he also wants them to be realistic as you are - to know that what he does for a living isn't truly a good thing and that they should strive to be something more, something better. They don't need to be proud of him, but he will forever be proud of them. That's what Uncle Ben wanted for him, and while he failed on that front himself, he hopes his child can do better; he'll do better by being around to lead them down that right path.

Kneeled in front of you, Peter whispers all these things, his hands gracing your swollen stomach as he makes a trail of endless promises to the unborn child who can’t process any of it at the moment, however that's fine; Peter will be there to remind them of his love throughout the rest of their life.

"...I can't wait to meet them..." He hushes, pressing his lips to your stomach in a long kiss. Only a few more months and he'll be able to do the same to their forehead. He'll likely never stop either, not if he remains this drunk on admiration towards them.

You smile, blinking open your eyes to gaze down at him, "They can't wait to meet you either."

"How do you know?" He challenges playfully, leaning into your touch when your hand rests upon his cheek, always so warm to him.

"Because they kick anytime they hear your voice," you explain, letting your other hand fall onto your stomach, "They were sleeping peacefully until you started talking. Now they’re wide awake waiting for you to say more."

"I'm sorry," he doesn't look it, a delighted smile still tugging at his lips. He always apologizes, although he's far from being meaningful. Sorry that you must endure so much pain and stress, but not sorry that it's all going to be for your beloved child. Nine months in return for a life which will continue to grow and carry the best traits of you both, isn’t that a good deal?

Fortunately for your husband, you have never been truly mad, agreeing that it’ll indeed be worth it in the end. Slumping back your head against the chair, you close your eyes again and hum as you remind him, "...Peter, they're waiting for you to say more."

He beams, dropping his head lightly against your stomach where his ear can press against your covered skin as if it’ll allow him the deepest connection with the life waiting inside, "Then I will say more."

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j0kers-light · 8 months ago

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Hi Chaos! I was wondering if you ever thought about writing for another Batman Villain like Jonathan Crane a.k.a Scarecrow, bc Cillian Murphy is really hot especially playing Jonathan Crane in the Batman movies 😩

What’s your thoughts about this idea??

Love your work by the way😉

Hey hi love!! 🖤✨

I mean I could. I’m a slut for Scarecrow and Murphy know he’s fine sooo.. 😏 I could whip up a thought or two however, imma leave it up to the professionals like my girl @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away or just anyone after searching the #Jonathan Crane fanfic tag for some hidden gems.

I got Joker on the brain and I’d hate to cheat on him 🙂

J doesn’t seem like the type who would share

#thanks anon!#thanks for the ask!#jonathan crane fanfic

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solmints-messyocdiary · 10 months ago

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Tagged by @rottent33th @bluecoolr @plentscorner @the-pinstriped-hood @goldrose-star

I love how so many mutuals tagged me for the Greek myth quiz ahsjsjjsj. Thank you 🖤

Child of Hades

Congratulations and welcome to cabin 13! You are a demigod child of Hades, ruler of the Underworld. Some even consider him the god of "hidden wealth" as all the precious metals and gems also fall into his domain. As such you are able to summon and banish the dead, see people's life auras, manipulate the darkness, shadow travel, and in the rarest case, control precious metals. Apart from an early death, you can look forward to the inevitable drama that your simple existence brings with it. And perhaps playing fetch with Cerberus in the Underworld.

Tagging... @ace-of-hearts-and-spades and whoever would like to do this!!!

#I got daddy hades LESGOOOOOO #My zodiac sign shares custody with Hades and Ares #I was a little sad to see no one got Ares :(#justice for my man!#where's the art solivagant

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lis4ux · 6 months ago

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Thank you!!!! What you said about the Jiara fic comunity is so real!!!!

I am a small writer and I post every now and then and the biggest difference is that I don’t really promote my content on social media to the fandom not even on Tumblr (‘cause tbh I don’t want people I know irl to see it lol) so because of that I don’t really have a familiar “name” in the fandom and I rarely receive any feedback on AO3 even though the clicks aren’t bad at all.

I feel like the fandom has a certain amount of very well known authors (or even creators of fan art) that we all know and interact with a lot (which I also LOVE so much) and then doesn’t pay much attention to smaller creators, if you go on Ao3 on the Jiara tag there are actually multiple fics being uploaded every week and many more still in work and the majority of them are actually very well written pieces and such good content.

I personally don’t think that my work is anywhere close to some of the best fic we have in the fandom but it’s not bad at all either and after years of writing for Jiara and multiple fic uploaded (which again aren’t doing bad in terms of hits of kudos) I just received my first comment a couple of weeks ago and it’s so true that it makes all the difference.

There’s a multi chapter fic I’ve been working on for months that I kept in the drafts for so long and lately I’ve neglected it ‘cause of lack of motivation, after that comment I got back my inspiration and spent days writing, to the point that now it’s almost done.

I don’t think any of us write for the purpose of validation or getting praise, we do it ‘cause we enjoy it and we are passionate about the characters and the show, but it’s nice when you’ve shared your ideas and what you’ve spent so much of your time on with the fandom to get some interaction to simply make it known “hey I see you and I’ve spent some time on this, your time invested wasn’t for nothing”.

Smaller writers who aren’t interacting with the fandom on social media are there too and are creating beautiful stories almost daily, some people are just not willing to try something new from people they don’t know…also I suggest to go dig to some of the old stuff from years ago, there are so many hidden gems that never got the deserved attention 👏🏼

I agree completely!

I use the Kiara Carrera/jj maybank tag and I see new stuff up all the time! I also really enjoy the older works, they’re what got me into writing my own honestly.

So happy that you are continuing to write and know that if I come across your work I will most definitely be leaving a comment 🖤

#writers are amazing #a03 writers #jiara #jiara fanfic #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jiara obx #jiara outer banks #jj x kiara #writing community #comment #a03 comment #writers supporting writers

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mrs-snape5984 · 5 months ago

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“Oh, but what will it take ‘till you believe in me the way that I believe in you?”

“I said I love you, that's forever. And this I promise from the heart, I couldn't love you any better. I love you just the way you are…” (“Just the way you are” by Billy Joel)

I will turn 40 years old in two months. 40 goddamn years on this planet…and only now - at my lowest point in my existence - I realised something. All my life, I’ve been hidden behind a mask. A mask, made of all my responsibilities and supposed duties, which I’ve put on from a far too young age. A mask, which helped me to hide all my ugly vulnerabilities and my true self from other people. A mask, which I thought would keep me going and going for lengths…hiding myself behind an “I’m fine” or a “No, it’s okay!”. A mask, which also came with the capability of erecting thick walls around my heart and soul…building a fort around the real Julia.

21 years ago, when I’ve found the perfect coping mechanism for myself in the love to Severus Snape, I started to allow myself being vulnerable in my little stories about Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules. Only Severus was permitted to know, what’s really going on behind this mask. He became the safe space for my deepest thoughts and emotions…the only place, where I’ve granted myself the right to express my own wishes.

And suddenly, after almost 40 years of existing in this world, I recognised, that there’s a drawbridge to my fort…and that there’s someone, who’s brave enough to knock on my door. Someone, who isn’t afraid of looking at the personality behind my mask. Throwing all my unpleasant traits at them, the defensive guards of my fort tried to scare them off in an almost desperate attempt…pushing them away to protect my raw core from being seen.

But my guards got propitiated by this someone. One after the other, they laid down their weapons and lowered the drawbridge ever so slightly…centimetres for centimetres…until someone slipped into my fort…getting a glimpse of the real Julia behind the mask. They made themselves comfortable within the black walls of my fort and switched a light on. This little light is shining through the eyes of my mask now…and it didn’t stay unnoticed.

All of a sudden, some people started to notice a change in my mood, my behaviour and my attitude. Even my children are wondering about the unfamiliar lighthearted happiness of their mother…despite the confines of my disease ME/CFS. Someone lit a fire in the darkest corners of my heart…and for the first time in my life, I allowed myself to acknowledge my own wishes and hopes. Maybe, I don’t have to hide myself behind walls and a mask the whole time? Maybe, there’s even some beauty in the rawness of my soul? Maybe, I’ll be bold enough to act on my own dreams and desires for once? Maybe, this time, I’ll be brave enough to stand up for myself…and let myself heal. Maybe, for once, the mask will be discarded for someone.

As always, when I’m thinking of these complex urges to express myself through Severus and Jules, I commissioned my dear friend @madfantasy to help me by creating the perfect artwork for my ideas. Mani, you beautiful gem of a human being, you’ve outdone yourself with these masterpieces! When I explained my imagination of Jules, showing herself to others (here presented as an audience behind the green flames of the fireplace) only behind the alleged safety of her well worn mask, I wouldn’t have thought, that your realisation of this idea would even be possible like that. But again, it seems as if you’re capable of understanding the pictures on my mind. Thank you for your willingness to hold the paint brush…helping me to pour my emotions out into art. Feel hugged, my precious friend.

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

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bradshawsbitch · 2 years ago

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 🖤

ohhhh, thank you cass!! five?? man, alright!! I'll see if I can find some hidden gems for y'all! I think most people miss my drabbles/ficlets I did for a 300 follower celly back in November!

I have to say my Christmas Bradley fic. I had so much fun writing it, so much fun just thinking on it and sort of researching actual flights and trains they could take during those days!

I really do like my 'First Snow' fic with Bobby - that's when I really felt I started to sort of give him his own voice - a man who loves odd cups and trinkets!

I do really love Son of A Preacher Man with Rhett. That one just flowed out of my fingers and just felt so right to write, y'know? I loved the process of coming up with that one.

I am very partial to Songbird - I know some may have tired of hearing about it, but that one felt cathartic to write. Just something about appreciating someone and sort of making them feel like they're worth loving when they don't think they are? I adore this fic still actually.

Of Pet Names and Pumpkin Patches. This one I got reminded of recently, and even though it's not my best written story, I feel so nostalgic when I read it, because I had just started writing for Bradley and I can tell that his characterization has grown since then in my mind! It's also just sort of a sweet, funny sort of fic that's just nice to read sometimes!

Honorable smutty mentions are these drabbles - one where Rooster rails you in the shower, and one where he begs you to sit on his face - hehe 🤭

#this was so much fun!! thank you!!#bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #rhett abbott x reader

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year ago

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Hey Bestie 🖤 I have a Valek request (surprise 😁) We are in a hidden relationship with him cause it's not allowed for humans to be so close with vampires.Everybody thinks they're dangerous and evil. So we're seeing each other just for a few minutes a night but then one night we can't hold back anymore and we're going to see him. He's afraid that someone could have seen us at first but he yearns for our touch and it gets very physical and spicy😏With a happy ending. Take all the time you need Bestie 🙏 I love you ☺️

Thank you so much for the ask bestie! I am more than happy to write this for you 😃 enjoy 💚

Contains: sexual content, female oral receiving, vampire biting

To you, the whole world felt like it had gone insane. You had grown up in a world where vampires were only in movies and were little myths and fairytales that children heard, the human race never expected them to actually exist. The truth about vampires was slightly different than what everyone thought, instead of the vampire race being started by Dracula, it actually started over 600 years ago when a group of priests experimented with one of their own. They turned him into the very first creature of the night, a vampire. He was the very first of his kind, and therefore the most powerful of the entire race. He made other vampires to join him in his world of darkness, they were known as higher vampires, they had similar abilities to the very first vampire, but nowhere near the capabilities of him. There are two diffrent ways to turn a human into a vampire, one of them is where they simply bite a human and allow the venom go through their body, changing them into a lesser vampire within a days. The other way is to drain the human of blood until they are on the brink of death, then the vampire will give them their blood, ingesting the powers of the vampire they are with. Many vampires have been made with just a simple bite, but only higher vampires are strong enough to create a vampire the other way. Many of the higher vampires have sired someone, but the very first vampire never had. Because he is the first, he will only feed on animals for blood, but he will not bite a human. He will only bite his soul mate once he finds her.

The blood chemistry changes when a higher vampire meets their life mate, a magical bond exists between them and a normal venom infused bite will not change them into a vampire. Instead it will release a diffrent venom that will enhance the mates physical desires, making them feel a heightened sence of pure pleasure. In order for a higher vampire to turn their mate into one of them, they must drain them of their blood, and feed them theirs in return. This was one of the many things you learnt about vampires as you grew up. You learned that garlic is nothing but superstition, it doesn't affect them in anyway. Holy water IS corrosive to vampires skin, and a cross is only effective if it has a figurine of jesus on it. Also, a steak to the heart will kill lesser vampires, but will only injure higher ones, it's similar to someone trying to stab a car tyre with a butter knife. Only higher vampires were able to walk in the sun, they found a cross many hundreds of years ago, and they tried to do a ritual where they could walk in the sun without any damage, but unfortunately it didn't work. However, they destroyed the cross and made a series of rings out of the gems stones and magically infused wood, and when they wore them, they were able to walk in the sunlight with no issues at all, just as long as they were wearing the ring.

Only the very first vampire and the higher ones had these rings, thus making them even more powerful. The very first vampire was described as being incredibly tall, long black wavy hair, pale eyes, long fingernails and veins around the edge of his face apon his pale complexion. His name, was Jan Valek. You were taught that all vampires were dark and cruel, and if they even so much as glanced at a human, they wouldn't think twice about ripping their throat out. They were true monsters....but what people say...aren't always true...as you learned one night. You and a friend of yours had decided to go out for a drink in the local bar, this friend wasn't always reliable, but if it got you out if the house, you didn't mind who you were with. You both walked together to the bar, it was pitch black and there were other people your age just hanging out and drinking, both inside and outside the bar. "Are you ready to get drunk!" "Well, not so much drunk" "Oh come on Y/N! We need some fun! Hey, how about we find someone to go home with tonight huh? There's loads of sexy looking guys around hear!" "You know I'm not that type of woman Gabby, but if you want to find someone sexy, who am I to tell you what you can and can't do? All I'll say is, be careful and remember your tazer in your handbag, ok?" "Alright fine....god you sound like my mum" You and Gabby have a few drinks and have a relatively nice time out, it's nearly midnight when your sat at your table and Gabby runs back over to you, she is looking very excited.

"Y/N! Y/N! Is it ok if I leave you too it? You see that guy at the bar? I'm taking him back to my place to give him the time of his life!" "I supose that's fine Gabby, just remember-" "Be safe and don't forget about the tazer, I know. I'll see you later!" And with that, she runs back up to the bar and starts making out with this random guy. You were used to this sort of thing, always being the third wheel, it was normal for you. Other guys never gave you a second glance, so why bother going to look for attention? It was just a waste of time. Gabby walked out of the bar with this man, leaving you alone while other people were with their friends having fun. You were a very sensible woman and knew how to protect yourself just incase anyone tried anything. There were rumours that vampires were seen around this area for the last few weeks, but that didn't bother you. If there really was vampires around, wouldn't there be death reports? Especially with what everyone thinks vampires are like. Anyway, you sat there on your own and finished your drink, you didn't feel like staying out much longer, especially not with anyone to talk to. So you paid for your drinks and made your way outside, where there were only a handful of random drunk men all chatting and drinking. So you wait patiently in the area where taxi's turn up, one or two always come buy every half hour or so, but it seems that someone has seen you and likes the look of you. "Hey there sweet lips, what a girl like you doing all on her own huh?" "My name isn't sweet lips, I'm waiting for a taxi home, and I'm not a girl I'm a woman. Now go away"

You step away from him, but he takes another step closer to you, clearly not taking the hint. "I said go away" "Ah come on baby, you wanna have a little fun? I can show you something impressive" "Trust me, I highly doubt you have ANYTHING impressive to show me" "Wanna bet?" When you look at him, he shows you a large beaming smile, and suddenly 2 sharp fangs form at the top of his teeth, you instantly reach into your handbag once you realise he's a vampire. "Now, why don't you come along with me and I'll show you a good time eh?" "How about you go f#ck yourself" "You asked for it b#tch!" He lunges at you, but you grab his wrist, pull him down and take out your taser from your handbag. You taze him right inbetween his shoulder blades, making his shake in pain as he screams. He falls to the ground when you back off, still with the tazer in hand. "Oooh, you like it rough do you? Well let's see how you like this!" He runs right at you to attack you, but your one step infront, you dodge him for just a moment, but that was all you needed before you kicked him right in the ribs, and he fell to the floor winded. You don't hold back, you punch and kick him again and again, not allowing him a chance to get up and do something to you. Once you can see that he is in a complete state on the floor, you tell him. "I would have called the police, but pr#cks like you deserve karma" You are walking away from him when you suddenly bump into someone without realising.

He was 6 ft 5, he had long black wavy hair and his eyes were a piercing colour, almost like pearl mixed with diamond.

"Are you alright?" "Huh? Oh yeh, I'm fine. That guy over there was being-" "I know what we was doing...I was about to intervene before I saw how you handled him...I'm impressed..." "Thanks...its no less than what he deserves. Anyone willing to attack a woman on her own needs a taste of his own medicine. And I wouldn't be suprised if he's tried hurting other women too" "He's a disgrace to his kind..." "Yeh your ri-wait, his kind? You know he's a vampire?" "I can sence one of my own kin from anywhere, he's a disgrace. If you'll excuse me for just one moment" This towering man slips past you and makes his way over to the man who tried to assult you as he was getting back up. This man must have been a vampire too, but he seemed very mature....and strong. "Get up!" "Who the hell do you think you ar-Oh! My lord! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!" "I said get up!" "Yes, yes my lord" The man scrambles to his feet and addresses him, straightening himself up to look impressive. "I was a witness to how you treated this young woman, how do you explain yourself? And don't you dare think about lying to me, because I will know if you are. Remember, I witnessed what you did" "My lord, I-I was only trying to get lucky. She's looked-" "She looked what?" "...Easy? I was just trying to-" He couldn't say anything else when this mysterious man grabbed him by his throat and held him up, pinning him against the wall, it completely stunned you. "You dare speak about this woman in that way? Woman are suposed to be protected, cherished....not be seen as inanimate objects for your own personal use!" "I'm sorry-I'm sorry!"

"Silence!.....Leave this place and never darken the sight of any woman ever again, do I make myself clear?" "Yes! Yes I'm sorry lord Valek" What did he just say? No! It cant be can it? He throws this guy to the floor and he runs away as quickly as he could, and this man turns back and walks back to you, your to stunned to say anything. "I apologise for my actions just there, but like you said yourself, he deserves a taste of his own medicine" You were still a little shocked, and he could see that etched on your face. "Please don't be afraid my dear, I do not wish to frighten you in anyway. I'm sure you have heard many tales about my kind-" "Your him aren't you?" "I'm sorry?" "Your really him....your Jan Valek" He gives you a small smile "Indeed I am....and your...your not frightened....I can sence it from you" "No...no I'm not frightened" "How? Humans fear my kind and flee the moment they see us....but you haven't run away from me? Despite knowing who I am? Haven't your kind told you many terrible tales about me?" "They have..." "But?..." "But I'd rather see things for myself before I can judge" Again, a small smile is smoothing over his lovely lips, showing his beautifully white teeth. But something caught his attention, he could hear the sound of a patrol car coming that way, as well as police cars, there were patrol cars who had people trained in killing vampires who drove them, they were a danger to Valek. "Let me walk you to your taxi" He offered as you both walk towards one that just pulled up, he opened the door for you and closed it behind you when you got your seatbelt on.

He leaned against the open window as you look back at him. "I must leave, it's not safe for me to be out hear" "So? I wont be able to speak to you again?" "Is that something you would like?" "....yes, I would"

"Then we shall....this address is where it is safe for both of us" He says handing you a card, delicately brushing his fingers against yours as he pulls away. "If you wish to see me again, I will be at this address before sunset....but before you go, I must know....what beautiful name was bestowed to you?" "Y/N" "Y/N...its like music to the ear" He gently takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. "I will hope to see you again, my dear Y/N....have a pleasant night" And with that, the taxi driver goes down the street as it takes you home, and Valek is able to flee the scene before the patrol arrives. You had many thoughts running through your mind as you make your way home. How the hell did you manage to speak to the very first vampire? Why didn't he kill you? Why was he interested in helping and talking to you? Why did he look so handsome? You shouldn't fine someone you just met so handsome, despite him being a vampire, THE vampire! Were you dreaming? Why did he kiss your hand and look at you like that? And will you really go through with it and see him again? Your family were so against vampires that if you mentioned anything about them, they wouldn't listen to single word you say, they were dead set against them...but you weren't.

You spent a few days at home, thinking about the pros and cons of seeing Valek again, and after some careful consideration, you decided to go. The next early evening, you told your family you were tired and were going to bed, they didn't care and said goodnight to you. Thats when you went upstairs to your room, slipped out of the upstairs window and made your way down the drain pipe to the ground. It was easy and you had done it many times before, so you slipped into the garage and pushed your moterbike out to the street, not wanting to make anyone in the house aware. You turn your bike on and head in the direction of the address he gave you. It took about 20 minutes to get there, and when you arrived, it was a motel. It didn't look very popular, but maybe that was a good thing. This may have been a safe place for vampires, especially considering he isn't able to be around humans in public for more than a few minutes without the fear of being hunted or killed. You parked up outside and walked towards the motel, there was only one room that looked like there was someone inside, so you walk up to the door and gave it a knock. And as soon as you did that, it swung open and standing in the doorway, was Valek. "You came, please come in Y/N" "Thank you" You walked in and there were other vampires there too, maybe 7 or 8?

They were all doing their own thing and chatting amongst themselves. "Y/N, may I offer you a drink?" "Oh yes please" He guides you over to the drinks table and he makes one for you first, then himself. It was surprisingly pleasant considering you were in a room filled with suposed monsters. They were all happy to meet you and talk to you, you spent most of the night talking to Valek but the others too, it was much calmer and nicer than any nights out you had with any human you knew, you really enjoyed yourself. You had been there nearly 3 hours already, and you started to feel quite hot, and Valek could see that. "Y/N your very red, would you like to get some fresh air" "I would love too" He walks you out of the motel room and you both lean against one of the vampires black cars outside, it was so nice to feel the cool breeze as you start to feel better. "I'm so pleased you came to see me Y/N, I wasn't sure you would come" "I honestly wasn't sure I was going to either, but I'm so glad I did. I've had the best night ever hear, laughing, drinking and feeling more at home than I do in my own house. My uhh...my family arent the easiest to live with" "Oh no, may I ask why?" "They're just so closed minded, they are so judgemental of everyone and I don't want to be anything like them. My parents are even judgemental towards me, they don't like who I am or how I like to experience new things. I honestly feel trapped there sometimes, but i have nowhere else to go" "Well you do now" "What do you mean?"

"You can be around us, everyone in that motel room really enjoyed your company and they have told me themselves that they hope you come again. I certainly hope you come back again, having you around....makes me feel more alive than I have ever felt" "You really mean that Valek?" "Every single word" This is very sweet of him to say, but you have some doubt. "What's wrong?" "Its just...Valek I....I don't know why you of all vampires would want to spend time with me" "What do you mean?" "Isn't it obvious? Valek, you are the oldest and strongest vampire in the world, the very first in existence" "What does that have do do with anything?" "I'm just some random human...I'm nothing special...so I don't understand why you would want to be around me. Humans think vampires are dangerous, so wouldn't vampires feel the same way about us? I just...." He listens to every word you say, and be can feel the worry behind them, but he is about to put all those thoughts at ease. He doesn't say a word as he steps up right infront of you, looking down at you with his piercing eyes. His knuckles gently brush against your cheek before his hand rests against your face, the tention between you both was deafening and you were desperate for his touch. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, there was this electricity you felt, and you didn't understand what it was, but with him being this close to you now, you knew what it was. Your eyes closed in anticipation of his touch, and then when you feel the soft smooth feel of his lips pressing against yours. It was very slow and delicate at first, almost like he was a little hesitant to come on to strong, but you had other plans.

Your hand gripped the back of his neck and your other hand grabs him by the collar, pulling him in closer and creating more passion between you both. He couldn't contain himself, he holds you against his body as he lifts you up and sits you on top of the car, slipping himself inbetween your legs as he stands above you, never breaking the kiss. My god this felt so good, his lips were so soft and yet full of hunger, and his tounge danced in your mouth as you grip a little harder onto him. You couldn't keep your hands off eachother, it was electrifying. A very loud noise suddenly burst through the air and startled both of you out of that moment, you hold onto eachother as you see that one of the higher vampires has got very drunk and fallen against a large rubbish bin, and that's what made the crashing sound. You look back at eachother and let out a little giggle when you realise it was nothing to be scared about. Unfortunately, before you and Valek could continue what you started, another higher vampire came out and called for Valek to come and help him, apparently one of the others had seriously hurt themselves and was in need of his help. He agreed and helped you down off the car, even though he wanted nothing more that to take you right then and there, and you wanted him too. "I uhh, I think it's time for me to go now Valek. If I'm not back soon, my family will know I snuck out" "I understand Y/N....this whole night was...." "Really nice..." "Most definitely....will you come back?" "Absolutely" He gave you a warm smile. "I'll see you soon, goodnight Valek" "Good night Y/N" He cups your face and kisses you sweetly just before you head to your moterbike, it made your cheeks warm from the blush. You give him a smile and a wave before you drive down the road and on towards home.

You managed to sneak back into your room without anyone realising you had gone, that was a very successful.....and perfect night.

You were able to do this for the next 2 weeks without being caught, and as things got worse between you and your family, it just got better and better with Valek and the vampires. You had made life long friends with a few of the higher vampires, and things just improved more and more between you and Valek. You couldn't stop making out when you had some time alone together, and each time it just got better and better. Valek had told you last night that it was only going to be him at the motel tonight, as the others had work to do, to improve his mansion. He told you about his mansion before and said once it's safe for humans, he would show you around. You were secretly quite happy that it would be just him tonight, you had so many scenarios in your head about being with him, could tonight be the night? 20 minutes before you were going to leave, you were in the kitchen having a drink when your father came in. "Why are you so happy?" "Am I not allowed to be happy?" "You never smile I'm this house" "And I wonder why that is" You say leaving the kitchen and walking into the living room. "Hey! I wasn't finished talking to you" "Well I am, so leave me alone" "You and your mother have something we want to discuss with you" "What's that?" You mother sits up to look at you, and says "We're going to need more rent money off you Y/N. Instead of £500, were going to need £800" "What?! It that's my entire paycheck! How will I afford to pay my bills and my petrol for my moterbike of you have all my money?!" "That's not mine and your mothers problem, we need the money" "If you need money that bad, get yourself a f#cking job!"

"I'm not working! Why should I have to get a job?" "Because your supose to be the ones paying for this house and supporting your daughter, not the other way around! You don't make Josh get a job!" "Your brother is a good boy, he doesn't need to work" "He's a bully who makes my life a living hell! And it's the same with you both too!" "Either you give us your money or your out of this house!" "Fine! Then I'm gone!" "Good! We never loved you, you were only something we could use! I hope you get eaten by vampires when your all alone out there in the street!" "Little do you know dad, but I would actually prefer the company of vampires to you and this hell hole of a house any day! I'm getting my things!" You stormed up the stairs and packed all your stuff up, your clothes, essentials, paperwork and anything what belonged to you. You didn't have much anyway so packing wasn't a problem, what was the problem was where you were going to live, what were you going to do. You storm back downstairs, through the door and start putting everything into your moterbike. Everyone came out and your dad said. "This can all be avoidable Y/N, just give us all the money you have when you get paid and you can stay hear. As long as you cook and clean every inch of this house too!" "How about you go f#ck yourselves! And by the way, not only will you never have anymore of my money, but I've been saving cash in my room from all of you for years! I've got a good couple of thousand in this bike" "You what?! Give it to us!" "No! You never helped me or made me feel like I was part of the family, I hope I never see you #ssholes ever again!" And right after you put on your helmet, you were driving as quick as a flash away from your family forever. You were finaly free of those cruel bast#rds.....but what were you going to do now? You had no home, and all the anger had flooded away, and now sadness had set in.

You were in floods of tears the whole time you drove to the motel, and all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs and let it all out. Which you actually end up doing, it was extremely releaving and the sadness was screamed out along with the anger, at the end of it, you just felt tired of screaming, but my god it was good to get it all off your chest. If you hadn't have done that, you knew you would have been a wreck infront of Valek, and that's the last thing you want to be infront of him. You arrive outside the motel just after sunset and Valek is stood there waiting for you, you take off your helmet, and he instinctively know somethings not right, he can see your cheeks stained with tears. He uses his super speed to stand right beside you once your off the bike. "Y/N! My goodness what has happened? Has someone hurt you?! I swear if anyone even so much as laid a finger on you-"

"Valek please just take a breath, noone had hurt me, I'm ok" "Then what on earth has brought so much sadness and anger to you? I can sence it on you, it feels like it was stronger before you got hear" "Its my... it's my family Valek......they've kicked me out" "They what?! They've made you homeless? How could they do that to you?" "Valek listen, can we talk about this inside please? I'm cold out hear" "Yes of course, come with me" He put his arm over your shoulder as he lead you into the motel room, it was instantly much warmer in there, and it helped you feel more at ease. You both sat at the end if the bed, his arm still around your shoulder in a comforting way.

"What happened Y/N? Why did they kick you out?" "They demanded I give them all of my money. I was the only one who had a job in that house and i did everything to support them, when they don't lift a single finger. They demanded I give them my entire paycheck and cook and clean the house every day. There was no way I was going to do any of that, and they said I either had to give them my money, or leave" "Oh my poor Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened" "You want to know something Valek? I'm actually releaved" "Releaved?" "Yes!" You say standing up, feeling a sudden burst of energy. "I was really upset and angry at them when it happened, but on the way hear, I did something that really helped. I never voiced my worries or problems, I try to hid it away. So I screamed at the top of my lungs as much as I could when I was driving. And I feel like a enormous weight has been pulled off my chest! I'm free! I'm free of them and I don't have to live in a god awful house with those #ssholes anymore! I have some money saved up so I can look for a place of my own, and I-" "Woh woh just stop there for just a moment. Y/N, I am so glad you feel happy about this, if I'd have known you were struggling that much in your house I would have intervened before. But listen to me when I say this, you do not have to spend your hard earned money on another home, because you already have one" "What do you mean?" "With me....come and live with me Y/N..." Now he stands up with you, being much closer to you. "My mansion has hundreds of bedrooms and places inside for fun. There's a games room, dining room, a ball room plus so much more, there's everything there you could ever want. My mansion can be your new home if you would like it, everyone else would love to have you there...and I would want nothing more than to have you stay. I could see you without having to worry about your safety, I could protect you from anything and anyone who tries to hurt or upset you...."

His hand held yours as he looked deep into your eyes. "I....I need to be around you Y/N....be with you....I adore you....what do you say? Will you stay with me? I could give you a home" "You reach up and hold his face in your hand. "Your mansion isn't my new home Valek....you are..." You knew that you loved him, and you knew you wanted nothing more than to share your life with him too. His smile was so beautiful as you tell him that, and he simply can't contain his excitement, he kisses you with an explosive passion. He instantly lifts you into his arms as he holds you against his chest, you hold on desperately to his shoulders and neck as the kiss gets more and more desperate, there was so much tention between you both, finaly you could do something about it. He throws you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, that was an incredible turn on, and it just made you wetter as he climbed on top of you and captured your lips in a fiary kiss again. You have had sex before, but this was truly something else! He tears your shirt away to reveal your bear breasts and his mouth is instinctively around your nipple, circling it in perfect motion as his hand is cupping and playing with your other breast. His hands and mouth were working magic on your body. I knew I wanted to f#ck him, but I didn't think I knew what that meant until right now. with his mouth feeling so good against my bare skin and my back arching off the bed as my hands tangle themselves into his thick black hair, my body was craving his touch "Oh f#ck" I moan, my eyes barely able to stay open, shivers of pleasure going through my body like electric shocks. He just smirked as he left and trail of hot, mark leaving kisses down towards your lower stomach. He rips your trousers off within a second, and he can see how wet you already are. "Oh f#ck Y/N, I've wanted to taste you for so long...but in more ways than one..." He makes sure your looking at him when he bares his vampire teeth, he licks the area of your inner thigh, asking for permission through his eyes. You were more than exited for him to bite you, you nod at him through your shaking desire, and once he sees that, he closes in on the inside warm skin of your thigh, biting into the soft and silky smooth skin. "HUH! Oh f#ck!" As soon as he bit into your leg, there were waves of intense desire and pleasure pulsing through your whole body, straight from that bite. And the more he sucked, the stronger it felt, it was as if any orgasm you had felt before was just a little muscle spasm compared to this incredible feeling. You couldn't contain the pure extacy that burst out of your lungs as he brought you to the most absolute purest of pleasurable feelings, you had never felt anything like it! Even after he stops biting you and licks the area where he bit you, it heals very quickly but the feeling us still resonating in your thigh and body. His hand glided up your body and eigjt up towards your neck and face, he glides a finger over your mpitj as he whispers "Isn't it beautiful? Something you'll never forget? I know I wont..."

A breathy moan escapes your lips as his hand glided back down your body, his delicious smile making you feel more and more turned on, but now it was time for the best part. His buried his head inbetween your legs and completely devoured you without holding anything back, he was like a man starved. It instantly made you shake and whimper in pleasure, somehow, the bite had done something to your body. It appears the venom released into your blood stream, has increased the nerve endings in your entire body, making even the smallest of touches feel orgasmic. He doesn't stop licking and sucking at your tender clit, inserting two fingers inside of you and bringing you to orgasm within mere moments of him touching you down there. You feel multiple orgasms flow through you again and again, your shouting out in utter pleasure from all this excitement flowing through you. You get to a point where it's so strong, you feel like your about to pass out, but he senses this and stops after making you feel your 4th orgasm just with his tounge. You lie on the bed, exhausted from all the pleasure, but he wasn't finished yet. He was just giving you a break before the main event, snd he did that by slowly undressing infront of you, releasing his rock hard throbbing cock, it bounced against his stomach as it was pulled out of his black boxer shorts. You were able to get your breath back before he was on top of you again, you could feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, and his bare muscular chest pressed against your breasts.

"You sound so beautiful when you cum...do you want more?...." "Yes Valek" "Tell me you want more....beg for me..." "I need you Valek! Please f#ck me! Make me yours!" And just like that, he pulls you up and sits you on his lap in the lotus position, grabbing your hips and sliding himself inside of you with one fast thrust. Your breath catches in your throat, my god he felt so good inside you, he stretched you and you could feel his full length and he bucked your hips back and forth. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers leaving scratches all over his back as you hold him against you, f#cking you mercilessly and making you see stars. Again and again he makes you cum so strong that you feel like you going to pass out in his arms. You can feel hes getting close now too, he looks deep into your eyes, still thrusting into you. "Just one more my beautiful treasure, just cum for me one more time..." Tears are streaming down your face, but despite the sheer over stimulation your feeling, you are able to nod in agreement for him, and he kisses you neck as he starts thrusting harder, and harder.

"Oh god Valek! I can't! Oh f#ck I'm gunna-" All of a sudden, he slams you down onto you back against the bed and full on pounds into you with all his might, bringing you to the most powerful, full body shaking, lung squeezing screaming release you had ever experienced in your entire existence! You were so loud you thought the next county could hear you! He hit his release too, just as strong as yours, and he was loving every single moment of your body experiencing everything he was doing to it. Once he finaly stoped moving his hips, you rest your head against his shoulder for a moment, feeling absolutely exhausted and drained from the whole experience, but it was the best s#x of your entire life. "I have lived for 600 years, and tonight was the best night I have ever had" "It was incredible Valek....I feel so....I cant keep my eyes...open..." "Shhh my beautiful treasure, you need to relax and sleep after our time together. Hear, let you help you get comfortable" He lies down beside you and pulls you into his arms, you have little to no strength at all, your barely able to hold onto him. He lies your head on his chest, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair. "That was the best night of my life Valek... you were so...it was..." "Shhh my treasure, you need to sleep now. That's it, just close your eyes...I'll be right hear...."

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