#but mostly he is just simply my babygirl and i love him rip to you but I'm different

[applesandbannas747]

There's so much I love about Kyle's flashback and the insight it gives on his character. We see him falling in love with fencing and looking up to his uncle and wanting so badly to be part of that world.

But with Jesse Coste for a cousin, not only does he always fall short, but it's more personal because of that relationship--he'll always be compared to Jesse by virtue of being related to him. And he's aware of it--he's heard it before and probably hears it pretty regularly even now. It would be easy to resent Jesse for always being better--for being the ideal Kyle's always being measured against.

But instead of calling Jesse names or being angry at this boy for approaching him to talk about Jesse, he answers honestly and proudly that Jesse's unbeatable--even before realizing that being related to Jesse labels him as cool too. He genuinely admires Jesse and is proud of him and to be his cousin.

And then we see too the way Kyle's identity gets wrapped up in Jesse. Kids are flocking to him excitedly calling him cool for being related to Jesse, and we all know very well how often Kyle talks about Jesse and being related to him from then on. It's clear that Kyle's feelings about Jesse are genuine, but he mentions it too much to be purely gushing--he mentions it because he's learned that people like him better for his relationship to Jesse. There's got to be some self-worth issues all tangled up in there, and I think we see the roots of it all here.

[mncxbe]

what are your thoughts in this last bsd episode? (Mostly on akutagawa cuz you write for him a lot)

Oh my so glad you asked anon. I'm gonna discuss everyone but ofc we're starting with the supreme babygirl.

Aku absolutely slayed in his new Rashomon armor or whatever it was. no bcs he's so juicy. I feel like everyone was so pretty this episode, but Aku even more so. Really missed him on screen♡♡ He's so pretty I wanna bake him a fig pie fr.

But on another note rip to my fav old man. I knew Fukuchi was gonna die and all I wanted for him was a dramatic death. HE DID GET IT. Did I cry? Yes.

It's still funny to think how he told Poe the whole story of his childhood with Fukuzawa so he can write the book💀💀

But then again. LOVED IT.

Now on to Fyodor. I personally don't think he's dead. I just have a hunch + that arm really detached kinda too easily ngl. Maybe Nikolai managed to teleport him somewhere and then just pretended to mourn his death? After all he's a good actor.

Sigma is 100% alive. I'm sure of it.

And the skk screentime? Absolute perfection. How can people say that skk isn't real when Chūya wore those scleral lenses and vampire teeth AND growled/hissed like a vampire; all for Dazai? They're canon I'm telling you.

That's kind of it in terms of characters♡

I'd also like to point out the amount of foreshadowing in this official art.

Nikolai's arm LOST IN THE SAUCE (the portal) then Fedya lost his right arm? And oh man. I thought Asagiri simply gave Fukuchi a bombastic outfit but nah💀💀.

Anyway cannot wait for the next chapters I'm so excited. Also gonna post some Aku content soon cuz it's been in my drafts for weeks now.

[seita]

— types of doms.

kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

+ details what type of doms they are! 

— kuroo tetsurou.

› hard dom and a little mean

› he looooooves punishments so the bigger brat you are the more fun it is for him

› not for you tho bc he will make you cry your little heart out

› call him daddy, sir, or master!!

› you’re his babygirl when you behave but you’re his stupid little pet when you’re bad ):

› very into degredation and dacryphilia

› thinks you’re prettiest when you’re crying about how his cock is too big and how it hurts <3

+

“you wanted to act like a little brat but you don’t want to take your punishment?” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head, “that won’t do at all, kitten. you know better than to disappoint me.”

he grinned when the last words immediately made you cry, “i-i’m sorry, sir! i’ll do better! please punish me!”

the sound of you begging for him to punish you made his cock twitch in his pants. you would have drooled at the sight had you not been forced to your knees. they hit the hard floor with a thunk and it made you wince.

he made a mental note to make sure you were okay afterwards.

but for now, he pulled his cock free, “i’m going to fuck your throat and if you even think about pulling away, you won’t cum for a month.”

— kozume kenma.

› lazy dom

› he’s not strict nor does he care for punishments

› you can call him whatever you want but he likes how his nickname comes off your tongue when you’re cumming

› kind of mean bc he likes to watch you struggle to ride him

› he’s into neglect; he likes to ignore you and watch you cry for his attention

+

his eyes were glued to his phone, scrolling through twitter. even the pretty sounds of your whimpers wouldn’t draw his attention away.

you rocked your hips against his, his cock throbbing inside you as your cunt clenched around him from the stimulation of your clit. as you were whimpering and crying about how good his cock felt, his breathing wasn’t even fast.

he appeared completely unaffected.

it made a sob rip through your chest. you wanted his attention so bad, you wanted to see that your tight little cunt felt good.

with renewed vigor, you began to bounce, using his knees behind you as balance to easily lift and drop yourself down his length.

“ken!” you sobbed when he didn’t even twitch.

the sound of his nickname from your lips made him look up at you finally. tears were making tracks down your cheeks and it made him throb inside you again, “a-am i doin’ good?” you asked, seeking his praise.

his gaze softened for a second before he suddenly looked back at his phone, fighting a smirk when you sobbed again, “go faster and then we’ll see.”

— yaku morisuke.

› hard dom!

› likes to be called sir

› expects you to be a good little service sub and do everything in your power to pleasure him

› makes you worship his cock and balls daily <3

› his punishments are so mean ):

› he’ll ignore you and humiliate you until you’re crying in his lap and begging him to forgive you

› and the best way to do that is to take his cock down your throat like a good little girl <3

+

“i thought you said you could take it, princess?” the name sounded derogatory, condescending and made your skin crawl. you knew he was disappointed; you’d promised you could take him all the way down your throat and you kept choking and pulling away, leaving his cock to throb at nothing.

precum drooled from the tip to the floor, making him glare at you.

“are you stupid? hm?” he snaps, “see, this is why i think i need a new little pet to fuck. since you can’t seem to appreciate my cock properly.”

his words make your eyes widen frantically, shaking your head, “n-no sir! please, i can do it, i really can! l-love your cock so much...’s just too big...”

he hums, fisting your hair once more, “you can take it, if you really wanna show me that you’re my good girl...you’ll take my fucking cock down your throat.”

— bokuto koutarou.

› service dom from hell.

› literally will do anything and everything to please you

› call him daddy <3

› he’ll call you puppy <3

› doesn’t rlly do punishments

› his form of punishment is fucking you until you’re completely dumb on his cock and sobbing for him not to make you cum anymore

› will overstimulate himself because of how desperately he wants to fuck you

+

“puppy’s cunt is so wet,” he pants, burying his face in your neck, “creamin’ so much around me. you’re daddy’s good girl, yeah?”

“yes, daddy! lo-love your cock s’much!” you whine, nails biting in his biceps.

he doesn’t even notice, too absorbed in the lewd sound of your wet little pussy taking his fat cock. he’d already milked orgasm after orgasm from you and you could barely tell up from down at this point.

“i’m gonna cum, puppy,” he whines, “can daddy cum in your little cunt? please, puppy?”

“yes!” you squeal, “please, want your cum so bad, daddy, please-”

“alright, pup,” his voice grows tighter as he slams his hips against yours, mouth opening in a loud throaty moan as he cums, filling your sensitive cunt right up.

he doesn’t stop, however, even after his cum is fucked out of you. even when he starts tearing up from how sensitive his cock was as he continued to fuck you, intent on filling you up until his balls simply couldn’t anymore.

— akaashi keiji.

› soft dom <3

› doesn’t care what you call him, whatever you want works <3

› he’s a bit of tease

› likes to edge, deny, and ruin your orgasms

› because he likes to hear the way you cry for him to make you feel good

› knowing you could reach down to rub your clit but you want him to do it makes his cock hard

› uses very soft petnames for you like honey and pretty baby <3

+

“ah, you got tighter,” he mutters, mostly to himself, rocking his hips slowly against yours, “are you about to cum?”

your mouth falls open and you nod, tearily staring up at him in a silent plea for him not to pull away.

but he does. and you sob, kicking your legs as your body twitches sporadically.

“shh...” he soothes, offering a sweet kiss to your forehead, pushing his cock back into your tender little cunt, “you’re doing so good, just a little more and i’ll make you cum nice and hard...”

“p-please, keiji, it hurts!” you sob, clinging to him as you cry, “w-wanna cum on your cock so bad, please!”

he smiles, “you can take a little more,” he assures, letting you pull his chest flush against yours so you can cry against his neck, “you’re such a good girl, letting me edge you like this. you know it’ll be worth it.”

you really do but that doesn’t mean the build up isn’t hell on earth.

— konoha akinori.

› he can either be the meanest dom imaginable or the softest service dom for you

› another one who doesn’t have a name preference but he likes when you call him sir when he’s being mean and daddy when hes soft <3

› will call you bunny or little one <3

› sort of a sadist tbh

› into physical punishments like spanking

› will also slap you bc he thinks you’re so pretty when you stare at him with watery, startled eyes

› but he also loves when you cling to him and tremble in his arms when he makes you cum <3

+

“daddy...” you pant, eyes rolling back as his cock reaches that sweet little spot deep inside you, “feels good...”

“i know, little one,” he grins, “i can feel you squeezing me...you’re gonna cum soon, aren’t you?”

you nod and open your mouth to say something but you cut yourself off with a little squeal when he suddenly folds you up into a mating press.

“yeah, there we go...” he pants, “you’ll cream nice and hard for me in this position won’t you?”

when you don’t answer for a second, he reaches down and slaps you across the cheek. it makes you sob and your cunt clench down even tighter. suddenly, you begin trembling and your eyes roll back, making him moan.

“fuck, you’re cummin’ now, huh? all cause i slapped you?“

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[thewritingginger]

AoT Boys - Preferences

This is something... I have nothing else to say about it lol

Also it may be a bit all over the place idk 

Fandom: Attack on Titan Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager & Jean Kirstein Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Fem! Bodied Reader, Mentions of sex, Swearing, lot of boob, ass, & thigh talk, also switches b/w saying s/o and you I'm a mess :)

 Enjoy ~

Reiner

Reiner is a simple man that loves dem tiddies!

Big or little doesn't matter

Man has giant hands and if it fits it ships

“You fit so perfectly in my hands.”

Loves to lay on your chest - #LittleSpoonReiner

When he had a particularly rough day all he wants to do is nizzle into your chest and breathe in your scent

Likes to massage them over your clothes when y’all make out

Can’t keep his mouth off of them, licking and biting them as he also plays with your nipples

He may give them a few smacks here and there if that's the mood 😉

Honestly would so happy to just play with your chest and nothing else, especially if you really like it

Likes when his s/o rides him - not only cuz it gives them more control of the pacing but also bc he gets a full view of their breasts

If you want to make this man nearly combust send him a saucy pic while he’s out/at work and can’t get to you

Man is weak for some lacy lingerie - really likes pastels and white (to him if makes it almost feel naughtier cuz of how sweet it looks)

“I was thinking of wearing this to our date tonight, do you like it? 😇” - w/ a mirror pic of you in a matching lacy set, wearing one of his large button up shirts and make sure you put your hand on your cheek sweetly, pressing your breasts together

He would call you so fast!

“Sweetheart, I am at work! Please-”

“And change of plans, instead of going out Imma need you to be on that bed when I get home tonight because we will not be leaving that room till you’re completely fucked out.”

Really likes clothed sex - why would he just rip of that pretty lingerie you put on for him when he can continue to enjoy it on your beautiful body while he rails you?!

He just overall enjoys seeing and feeling your chest and bonus points for it also feeling good for you though he doesn’t really touch them w/o your permission/ when y’all are getting it on

However, in his sleep his hand can become a bit of a wanderer

So he is a perv but not so outwardly so

Really likes lacy or mesh shirts where can see your bra/bralette  - though sometimes it can make him feel some type of way

“Beautiful, I always love what you wear but you gotta stop doing this to me, my heart can’t take it.”

Man just melts for you! ok?! 

Armin

Armin is a Thigh Man! and I will die on this hill!!!

He loves to hold and squeeze them - in both sexual & non-sexual situations

Laying on them is prime time for him, he may even leave a few sleepy kisses behind before falling asleep on them

Also Thigh fucking is his jam!! And you can’t convince me otherwise

Not only does he love the feeling of your thighs jerking him off but also it’s about that teasing he loves to give his s/o

May even taunt them about it

“You like feeling my cock slide between your thighs?”

“My Angel wishes they had my cock inside them, huh.”

He also just generally loves kissing, licking and biting your thighs, he likes to take his time especially when he is about to go down on you

He likes to have his hand on his s/o’s thigh while sitting next to them, whether at home or out for lunch with friends - not necessarily in a sexual way well… unless you want him to 😉

Want to make him excited? Wear some thigh high stockings

If you are wearing a skirt and at some point in the day you lift the hem to show the garter strap holding up your stocking he’ll let out a little low hum of approval and needs to get his hands on you soon 

That also goes for if you want to send him a little pic in the day to show you miss him just a little

“Thinking of you bb 🥰” - w/ a picture of your skirt raised or just in a pair of cute panties while sat on your knees with your thighs pressed together would do the trick

He would blush a little at the initial shock -especially if around others-  but would be quick to excuse himself before responding

“You’re so beautiful, when I get home I’m gonna spread those pretty thighs open and have you screaming for me.”

Boy really likes not only shear tights but also fishnets

Whether you wear them under a skirt/dress or under distressed jeans and it peeks through holes and over the top he’s in for it

Has 10000% had sex with a pair of fishnets on - the ones with the extra large holes that he can fit his dick through - yes ma’am

Also just plain old ripping them open so make sure you don’t spend a lot of money of your tights cuz they might not last too long oop

Eren

Also a Boobie Man!

Whether he is just chillin on the couch watching t.v. with his s/o or making out and getting down to business, his hand somehow always finds its way to a boob

He will just put his arm around your shoulder and snake his hand down the collar of your shirt and just cup it - maybe will begin to give a few squeezes here and there mf treating it like a stress ball smh

Will motor boat you - he doesn’t care if there isn't much to your chest either cuz he will go for it anyway

If he is having sex in missionary best believe both his palms would be kneaded his s/o’s breasts

Or if from behind he will lean over and wrap his arm around their front to hold them

But lets need not forget the tiddie bounce when his s/o rides him

So many choices baby boy doesn’t know which one he likes best 🤔

Loves some tiddie-fucking

And cumming on dem boobies as well

“You look so good with my cum drippin down your tits.”

This bitch will be at work and ask for nudes smh

Of course he wants boobie pics - loves when you are topless and holding your breasts with your hands or simply just your cleavage down your shirt

“You’re always so good to me Babygirl. I’ll see you when I get home 😉”

Likes when you wear revealing tops

Of course he’ll about throw hands if someone's gaze stays a bit too long but he is proud of his baby and knows they are beautiful

Eren, unlike Reiner, is more outwardly pervy

Always encourages you not to wear a bra

“Your nipples are so cute, why wouldn’t you want to show them.”

Also you know he aint afraid to stare and when you catch him he’ll just give you a wink and a cocky smirk

Jean

Bonafide Booty Man!

Like Reiner, the size doesn’t matter!

Big or little - if he can grab he can vibe with it

This boy always has his hand on the butt any chance he gets

Cuddle Time? His hand will rubb and hold the booty

When y’all are making out? You best believe he’ll pull you real close and squeeze your ass

So safe to say that taking his s/o from behind is great booty access

Also reverse Cowgirl is a nice view as well

“Fuck, I love seeing your ass bounce on my cock.”

Loves to squeeze, jiggle and spank your butt

Also kissing and biting the cheeks are a yes in his book

Likes to bend over his s/o and go down on them from behind, having is tongue covered in their taste as his hands grope and smack their ass - sign him up

Likes days in at home with you, especially if you opt out of wearing pants - Pants are always optional in his household  😉

If he sees cheeks he’s a happy man

Expect to get little booty love taps &/or pinches while around him - mostly when it’s just you two at  home

If you want to fluster him a bit give his ass a little smack/squeeze of your own 

Likes when you send him pics but when he’s at work? He’ll have to breathe for a minute and leave the room if others are around

“Baby, should I get these?” - w/ a pic in a dressing room wearing a silky “pajama” short set that leaves little to the imagination; booty on full display of course

“Yes! 😍😍😍”

“My sweet girl, I want to see you in that when I get home.”

Big fan of leggings and high waisted pants on his s/o - all about extenuating that booty

Just tight pants in general tbh

If you ever come out in a little number and the booty is poppin he’ll grab your hand and make you do a little spin for him to get a full 360 view

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[blushnote]

↳ requested | 1.6k words

↳ dom!wonwoo smut

a/n: HELLO. i’m sure everyone is wondering what’s going on and WHY i’ve been absent for a few months. put simply: things got hectic and i needed a break! i’m not saying i’ll jump back into being completely active again, but that i’m going to come on as often as i can! (which might be every few days or so! i apologize!!)

as a treat for everyone - this features rich girl wonwoo! <3 

wonwoo stands at the street pole, conversing with his friends. the bar is unusually crowded. mostly likely because it’s a friday and there isn’t much else the townspeople would rather do than get plastered, forgetting the atrocities of work. his friend extends a box of cigarettes to wonwoo, offers him one, but he shakes his head.

since getting involved with you, wonwoo has attempted to forfeit smoking. it has always been something he’s done to pass the time at the street corner. plus, he likes the idea of blowing a big, stinging cloud right into someone’s face when they give him attitude. 

instead wonwoo suckles on a lollipop that tastes like an artificially sweet strawberry, pushes up the bridge of his glasses, and folds some silvery hair under his beanie. he knows it’s about the right time for you to be returning from that dinner party your parents forced you into attending.

as wonwoo’s friend exaggerates a tale about getting into a fist-driven confrontation at a bus stop last week, someone strutting by on the packed street bumps wonwoo’s shoulder.

“choose a better place to stand.” the stranger rumbles, agitated.

wonwoo flicks up his middle finger indifferently. “fuck off.” he grunts, the fog of his breath appearing in the night air.

he’s feeling sort of agitated himself. your parents have tethered you to a leash lately, forcing you to all these fancy gatherings and opening ceremonies and dinners. to put it frankly – wonwoo misses you. your laugh, your eyes, the texture of your skin, your voice in his ear. he’s been wanting an excuse to get his hands all over you. every single inch.

that’s when he hears the ding in his jacket pocket. looking away from the dramatic enactment involving his friend driving a fist into his palm, wonwoo checks his phone to see a text from you. a series of images.

23:28 // JPEG.1034

23:28 // JPEG.1035

23:28 // JPEG. 1036

the three pictures load. he chokes on his breath.

23:28 // i know u don’t like when i spoil my lingerie but.

23:28 // don’t i look so cute :( so fuckable?? im srry but I had to :(

his teeth crack the strawberry lollipop into sugary shards in his mouth. that lace is squeezing your flesh in all the right places. the picture with your fingers splayed teasingly over your underwear, hiding your core, it’s enough to make him shudder, salivate even. he’s officially ignoring his friend’s story by tapping a reply, fiddling with the thin stick in his mouth.

(ww) 23:30 // u free now? head to my place.

he receives an answer immediately.

23:30 // hmmm why?

(ww) 23:30 // u know why. don’t act like such a brat.

already, wonwoo can sense the desire form inside him. pounding almost. like a second heartbeat. you’re usually compliant and bending to his carnal whims. maybe all this time away from each other has you forgetting just how well wonwoo can fuck that stubbornness out.

23:30 // it’s new. i don’t want u ripping anything!!

(ww) 23:30 // idc.

23:30 // so mean!! not even gonna let u touch me now :-)

(ww) 23:30 // yeah. ok. we’ll see about it then.

after sliding his phone back in his pocket, wonwoo glances briefly in through the bar window. he sees a bartender pour a glass full of ice cubes before sloshing in a surge of alcohol. at that, wonwoo gets an idea. when his friends question about why he’s leaving so suddenly, he smirks.

“need to teach someone how to behave.” wonwoo shrugs before jogging quickly across the street.

“i’m not gonna tell you again. keep your fuckin’ thighs spread nice and wide for me or else i won’t let you cum – not even once. you understand?”

a harsh dip in your stomach suggests the breath you just inhaled. after a moment of silence, he hears you comply, and watches with his hungry, intent gaze as your legs part open for him. wonwoo has been teasing you with a bowl of ice cubes. at first, he held them to your nipples, had you whimpering into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed his tongue against yours. but the real fun began when he introduced the ice cubes to your lower region. it was a very different punishment compared to his past endeavours, a tantalizing one.

wonwoo returns the cube to the nook of your inner thigh, then creeps it slowly toward your core. you’re beginning to tremble with the restraint required to not snap your legs shut. the ice cube ghosts transiently up your slit, a contact you had yet to experience, and a beautiful gasp tears from your lungs. he swears that you leak even more onto the sheets.

he takes the cube away, then drags his warm tongue from the bottom of your pussy right to the top, delivering a slow, flat lick which tastes sweet and cold and makes him so unbelievably dizzy with how much he loves it.

“w-wonwoo, please, pl-please keep going.” you stutter, opening your thighs even wider to invite his tongue.

he shakes his head. “what else did i tell you? don’t ask me to do anything. you’ll lie there and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” smiling, wonwoo issues a tight grip on the ice cube and presses it right into your clit. you whine sharp and loud, your hands traveling all over your body in confusion, not sure if it’s more pleasure than pain, or a hot mix of both.

“or are you still interested in acting like such a brat, hm?” wonwoo utters in his deep voice. “ like a smug little princess who thinks she can tease me whenever she wants and she’ll still get my cock all the way inside her? nice and full, just how she likes it. is that it, babygirl?”

he feels the ice melt under his fingers. you can hardly piece together a response, just a very incoherent, “no wonwoo” as tears start slipping down your cheeks. wonwoo takes the cube away, then massages your clit with his thumb, warming you up slowly. a few jolts pass through your body. he can tell you’re falling apart inside with how badly you want to cum, though wonwoo had strictly told you to hold it. he rubs and rubs and rubs, barking at you to control yourself, your pussy so slippery with arousal that it’s running all down your skin and wetting the bed.

right when he feels you’re about to snap, wonwoo completely removes his touch. you wail at that, suckle in a shaky breath and cry his name.

“please, wonwoo! i-i’m sorry, m’soso sorry! i’m sorry for acting so bratty and sending those pictures, t-teasing you like that! but i just c-ccan’t take this anymore. treat me however you want, but please let me cum!”

he’s truly missed the sound of you begging for him. his cock twitches in his pants, reminding him of how hard he currently is. each time you cry the boy’s name in such a lewd manner, there’s another surge of pleasure and he aches even more, to the point where he could cum just from touching himself over his clothes. still, wonwoo must ensure you’ve really learned your lesson. so, he offers you a deal. he’ll get to watch you pleasure yourself with the ice cube until he cums.

and so wonwoo sits in a chair based at the end of the bed, a hand stuffed down his pants, watching you swirl an ice cube at your sensitive core. he guides you every now and then: “hold it right there, pretty baby. let it melt all the way down. that’s it, sweetheart. n-now rub it, okay? f-finger yourself too. nnrgh, f-fuck. fuck you sound so wet. m’gonna c-cum—”

his strokes lash faster until wonwoo’s head rolls back against the chair, his eyes blinking shut while he chases his high. he hears you continue to whine as he cums, his cock throbbing in his hand, still so hard and heavy. in fact, wonwoo requires a moment just to breathe and let the heat circulate properly through his body.

with his fingers covered in the sticky mess of his cum, wonwoo approaches the bed again, fingering it as deep as he can inside you. he’s unable to remove his gaze from the filthy sight. there’s something so raw and intimate about watching his own seed getting pumped into you that sets his whole body aflame. he decides to let you orgasm as well, stimulating your g-spot consistently, letting you clamp down tight and ride his hand until you’ve got a full fix.

wonwoo supposes he’s done his job.

“i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look at an ice cube the same way again.” you laugh, sitting back against the headboard, tucked into his t-shirt.

drawing a warm washcloth between your thighs, wonwoo blinks at you, a very sly grin forming on his mouth. he plants a kiss on your nose.

“good. means it worked.” the boy says.

he folds the cloth over and finishes the last of his cleaning, ensuring there’s nothing more of his fluids that are still leaking out or anything sticking from your orgasm. grabbing your overnight bag off the floor, wonwoo pulls out a fresh pair of underwear and helps you slide into them. your lingerie sits in a pile off to the side, a few lace straps ripped.

“sorry about your little outfit.” wonwoo apologizes, staring at you earnestly. “it was pretty. you look good in everything.” he squeezes your hip and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay.” you murmur. “i’ll order something even better. and i’ll surprise you with it. maybe for your birthday. sound good?”

“mmhm.” wonwoo purrs, pulling you down with him to cuddle up close for the night.

“as long as i can take it off you, sweetheart, i’m fine with that.”

[obxlife]

Childishness (JJ x Reader)

A/N: And now a JJ fic! I’m so excited about this one. I swear this anon has the best ideas ever (I’m pretty sure it’s the same anon that requested Hotel Madness). I just love this kind of childish and fluffy concepts with JJ.

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word count: 3,704

Request: Hey! me again — so like an imagine where you're close friends with Kie and work at the Wreck with her and just always having this banter with JJ or something

Summary: You had met JJ because he was a friend of your coworker, Kie. And from the start you both seemed to hit it off. If by hitting it off you meant banters and ridiculous discussions. 

Warnings: A bit of swearing, a bit of angst, a bit of abuse (no fighting but bruises and the aftermath of abuse) and a whole lot of FLUFF

CHILDISHNESS

JJ had first heard of you from Kie. He was out on the water with all of the Pogues when she had mentioned you, her new coworker, and how cool you were. 

“So there’s this girl, Y/N, right?” Kie began to say. “She started working my same shifts about a week ago and she’s awesome. But you guys would never guess what she did yesterday!”

The rest of the Pogues weren’t very interested in what Kie was saying (except Pope, who stared at her with loving eyes), so they simply muttered out a small, “What?”

JJ was at the bow, pulling up a net filled with fishes onto the boat as John B was sipping a beer next to the fishing rod he had perched on the side of the HMS Pogue. 

“She kneed Rafe in the balls!” Kie exclaimed. John B spit out his beer out and JJ whipped around to look at Kie. “Holy shit, really?” John asked from his side. JJ was now interested in this girl. If she could kick Rafe with no shame, then she was definitely worthy of the Pogue’s time.

“Yeah! He had been trying to flirt with her all night and then when she finally rejected him, he got all pissy and began to come at her.”

“And then she kicked him?” Pope inquired. Kie nodded her head vigorously. She took a sip from her beer before laying it down next to her and continuing on the bracelet she was making. 

“I think we should hang out with her. She’s really cool.”

The Pogues never agreed to actually hang out with her, but JJ’s curiosity was peaked just enough for him to head over to the Wreck the following afternoon during Kie’s shift. 

Opening the door to the busy restaurant, JJ spotted Kie behind the counter. He sat down in front of the bar and smiled at her. Kie just gave him a knowing look. 

“She’s outside right now, but she’ll be back soon,” she said, turning her back on him to get some drinks for a couple of customers. JJ opened his mouth out wide, offended that she had said that (even if it was true).

“What? I only came here to see you!” he exclaimed. Kie rolled her eyes and noticed you walking back inside. Following Kie’s eyes, JJ spotted you for the first time. His mouth fell open again. This time in shock. 

You were exactly his type. From your hair color to the shape of your face to your lips to everything. You were everything he had ever wanted in a girl. 

“I can’t believe some of these customers!” you told Kie, not even sparing JJ a glance. 

Kie laughed. She knew what you meant. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Turning towards JJ, you smiled at him. “May I get you a drink, sir?”

JJ knew that you thought he was a customer, so he kept playing along with what you thought. “Yes, please. And also some fries, babygirl.”

At the nickname you rolled your eyes. This was what you had been talking to Kie the past few shifts you had together. Customers were always trying to flirt. 

Kie laughed at your reaction before throwing the rag in her hands at JJ’s face. Shocked you turned to look at her. Noticing your expression she laughed even louder. 

JJ removed the rag from his face and glared at Kie. “Wow, thanks, Kie. That was so nice of you.”

Kie continued to giggle while your questioning eyes darted between the blond boy and the brunette girl. 

“That’s you get for trying to flirt with her, J.”

You were still confused. “Um, excuse me? Do you two know each other?”

Kie simply nodded while JJ continued to glare at her. “Yeah. This is JJ, my best friend.”

“Oh,” you blushed. You had been pretty rude to him before and now it turns out he’s Kie’s friend? “I’m sorry for being rude. I’m Y/N.”

JJ stared at your hand that was outstretched before you. He took it, shaking it up and down before relishing in its softness. He smiled, making you smile in return. Then you let go. 

Before an awkward silence could fall over the three of you, JJ said, “I wasn’t joking about the drink and the fries, Y/N.”

The teasing tone in his voice made you laugh. Instead of heading towards the kitchen, you turned to Kie. “What do you think? Should we get him what he wants?”

Kie pretended to think before shaking his head. Once again JJ pretended to be offended before transforming his facial expression to resemble one of a small puppy. 

“Your puppy eyes won’t get you what you want, JJ,” you said, already comfortable around him. He had an aura that was friendly and sweet, and you liked it. He seemed to be nice and funny and a good friend, which were all traits you cherished in people. 

“You’re the first girls that have ever resisted my pleas,” JJ stated in a breathy voice. You giggled once again as Kie moved past you towards a table that was on her section of the restaurant. 

“Yeah, right. I don’t believe that at all,” you lied. He was attractive, and you could bet that he had spent many nights with many girls. And that he had a line of girls hoping to be his next conquest. 

“Are you kidding? Have you seen me? I’m the definition of hot,” he stated as a fact. Grabbing onto your tray, you began to move away from the counter. 

“I’m working right now. I’m too busy to hear your dirty lies!”

As you walked away JJ checked you out, shaking his head. He was glad that you had taken his joking lightly, and even gladder that you had been able to respond to his banter so smoothly. Not only were you perfect look-wise, but you seemed to be perfect personality-wise as well.

Once you had returned to the counter you found JJ still there, playing around with a lighter. Kie was still not back and you guessed she was probably taking orders from new clients that had entered the Wreck recently. 

“So, are you like an arsonist or something?” you asked him teasingly as you approached him. You had cleaned out most of your side of the restaurant, which meant that you could relax for a little. “You seem to like playing with the fire of that little lighter.”

JJ smirked. “I might be. I guess you’ll never truly know.”

You gasped, pretending to be scared for your life. He looked up at you as his fingers stilled, cocking an eyebrow in your direction. Once a smile broke out onto your face, his smile followed along. 

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“You know that the Lake Ness monster would win, right? Like, it’s obvious,” you said before heading to a table to take the family’s plates. You smiled at the small children and their parents before saying, “I’ll be right back to take your orders for dessert.”

JJ had been following you around the Wreck, trying to reply to your conversation. “You’re kidding, right? King Kong would win!”

You spun around to look at him. “How? I bet King Kong can’t swim, and we specifically said that they were in a body of water.”

You continued to make your way to the kitchen, pushing the doors open as JJ followed you right in. Nobody even flinched at his presence. He had been there every time you had been there during that day. He had been visiting the Wreck a lot more frequently since he had met you, always trying to make an excuse to see you. He would mostly steal Kie’s belongings when she was hanging around the Pogues and then take it back to the Wreck the following day. It was the best way to make sure to have an excuse to see you and talk to you. 

JJ would not admit it to his friends, but over the past two weeks he had developed a crush on you. It began with a simple infatuation the first day he had met you, but it had developed to a full-on crush after having bantered with you for the first time. 

Your childishness was something Kie lived for. There was never a boring moment between you two, and hearing your ridiculous arguments always made her day better. She was also happy for her blond friend. Kie could tell that seeing you was JJ’s favorite part of the day. The smile on his face every time he was around you or around someone that mentioned you was enough evidence of this. 

“Have you seen King Kong’s muscles? That boy is ripped!” JJ exclaimed while putting his hands before him as if it was obvious. You still had your back towards him while you left the kitchen, but turned your head to stare at him. God, you thought.

You headed towards the table you had just been at a minute before and took your notepad from the pocket of your apron. “Okay, what may I get you for dessert?”

As the family relayed their order to you, JJ stood at your side waiting. He watched you write, the loopy and smooth letters of your writing covering the page. When he saw you hesitate regarding an order, he said, “Vanilla ice cream.”

You gave him a thankful smile as you wrote the last order down and went back to the kitchen. JJ was still hot on your trail. “So? What are you going to say to defend the Lake Ness monster?”

You laughed as JJ kept pushing. “Or are you ready to admit that I’m right?”

“God, no,” you exclaimed. You pinned the order at the wire that hung over the dessert station in the kitchen. “Look, is King Kong ripped? Yes.”

JJ did motions of victory as you turned towards him. “Are his arms going to be of any use if he can’t swim? No, they won’t.”

JJ froze in the middle of his victory dance. “Huh?”

You giggled for the millionth time around JJ. “I rest my case.”

You pushed past him and exited the kitchen. You stood behind the counter, grabbing a coke can and spilling its contents into two glasses. 

You placed one on the counter for JJ and sipped the drink from the other cup. It was cold, which refreshed your sweaty body. JJ took his usual seat behind the counter and smiled at you before taking a huge gulp from his coke. Your nose scrunched up. 

“How can you drink that so fast? The gas bothers me way too much to be able to do that.”

JJ burped. “I’m just too good at chugging. Years of practice at keggers, you know?”

You swatted your hand in the space between you and JJ, trying to get rid of the smell of coke he had burped out. “I bet you suck at chugging. You’re just saying that to make yourself sound badass or whatever.”

JJ laughed and exclaimed, “I swear it’s true! Just ask Kie about it.”

You giggled and took another sip from your cup. Suddenly a bell chimed from the kitchen. You stood up and headed inside taking the dessert order from the counter where it was perched on. Once outside you headed towards the table of the small family and placed the food down. 

“And the vanilla ice cream,” you stated placing the tall glass on the table along with a spoon. “Is there anything else you would like?”

The mother of the family smiled at you before shaking her head. However, her small daughter said, “You and your boyfriend are really cute!”

You blushed. “My what?”

“Your boyfriend,” she repeated as if it was the most obvious and natural thing in the world. “The blond boy that follows you around!”

You turned to look at JJ. He already had his eyes on you and waved his hand when they connected. You blushed even harder than before and returned your body towards the girl. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you explained. She just shrugged and continued to lick her ice cream. 

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It was the first time in a month that JJ wasn’t at the Wreck during your shift. You frowned at how bored you were. Everything seemed dimmer when he wasn’t around, and you felt yourself longing for his presence. 

“Cheer up, baby,” Kie said to you. “He’s just busy. It’s not like he has another girlfriend or something.”

You sighed, rubbing your hands on your face before trying to slick your baby hairs back. “I know that. I just get bored.”

“Ugh, you guys are so in love it makes me nauseous,” she groaned, making you laugh. 

“We aren’t in love. We’re just friends.”

Kie could only scoff. Nobody with eyes would ever believe that. 

“You keep telling yourself that.”

You frowned at this. Did you and JJ really give off that impression?

You were brought out of your thoughts by a customer raising their hand and waving you over. You sighed, missing JJ. 

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One day JJ showed up extremely bruised. It was a Thursday, which meant that it was your day closing up. The restaurant was almost empty and you gasped when you caught sight of him.

“JJ!” you sped to where he had collapsed. “Are you okay?”

JJ nodded slowly, but it soon turned into a shake of his head. “I got beat up.”

“Well, I can see that, Captain Obvious. What do I do to help you?”

JJ laughed at your response before simply hugging you. He breathed in and out, calming his heart. It had quite the opposite effect, as his heart began to hammer in his chest from being around you. 

You wrapped your hands around his body for a few moments before pushing him back. “I’m pretty sure there’s a first aid kit somewhere.”

As you began to search for the kit, JJ clenched and unclenched his hands. He wasn’t going to tell you about his father, but he could at least seek comfort in you. 

Placing the kit beside him, you began to clean JJ’s wounds. The ones on his face weren’t very big. The cuts had already begun to bleed less as you passed the cotton swab over them. The bruises were a bit bigger, and as you slowly raised his shirt (after asking for permission from him), you noticed he was completely littered with them. 

You took out a tube of cream from the kit that said it would help get rid of bruising. Taking some of it in your hands, you used the fingers of the other to spread it over his skin as softly as you could. You didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was. 

JJ tried to level his breathing. He hated feeling the way his father made him feel. Luke Maybank made JJ feel weak and sad and unloved. The exact opposite of what you made him feel.

Once you stood up and stared down at JJ you had the urge to hug him. So you did. He wrapped his arms around you. A tear fell down his cheek and onto the skin of your chest. His sniffles filled the silent air of the restaurant, and you were certain you heard the kitchen door close behind the last person leaving. Your hands moved up and down the blond’s back until you could no longer feel him shake. 

He pulled away from you just enough to look up at you. He opened his mouth to speak his gratitude towards you, but you said, “I know, JJ.”

He closed his mouth again and pressed himself as close to your body as possible. His vulnerability shone new light upon him, revealing a side to the boy you had never seen. You wanted to help him and be there for him and just -- you wanted to love him.

Your realization made you freeze for a second, afraid of what it meant. However, not a second later, you realized that if it meant being with JJ than it was fine. He made it fine.

Trying to lighten the mood you said, “Are the other guys worse than you are?”

JJ laughed softly, tracing his fingers over the vertebrae of your back. His fingers circled them through your shirt. “You bet.”

His whisper was soft but he sounded strong. Because that was what he was. Strong. 

You didn’t let go of him until the sun began to rise the following morning. 

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John B had noticed that JJ began to stay over at the Chateau less and less. He had decided that the next time he saw his blond best friend, he would ask him about it. 

“Where have you been staying recently, man?” John B inquired the following day on the HMS Pogue. JJ was laying down at the bow of the small boat while Kie was seated on top of her cooler and Pope was resting against the seat behind the wheel. 

“At Y/N’s,” JJ replied, not really thinking much about it. Kie perked up, as well as the two other boys. 

“What do you mean ‘at Y/N’s’?” Kie wondered. Pope and John B weren’t really sure who Y/N even was. 

JJ groaned. “I mean I’ve been staying at Y/N’s.”

“Are you sleeping with my friend, J?” Kie voiced out. That made everything click in John B’s and Pope’s mind. 

“Holy shit, you got a girlfriend?” John B asked. He was surprised and shocked. JJ had always been a ladies’ man and never one to commit. 

“No way,” Pope whispered. 

JJ rubbed his hands over his face before putting his hands in his hair. “No, Kie. I’m not. But thanks for putting that image in my head and making me hard.”

The exasperated tone of his voice was enough to confirm that he was indeed not sleeping around with you. 

Kie gagged at what JJ had said while John B let out a boisterous laugh. 

“So what’s she like?” Pope asked. 

“I’ve told you about her thousands of times already! Did you ever listen?” Kie questioned. 

John B and Pope shared a blank look before muttering, “No, not really.”

It was JJ’s turn to laugh. Then he spoke, “She��s amazing, man. Y/N’s just easy to be with and she’s down to earth and easygoing and -- she’s perfect. Perfect for me at least.”

John B cooed. “Our little J is in love!!!!”

Pope laughed and began to poke at JJ’s side, teasing him about you. Kie joined in as well and noticed how red JJ’s cheeks were. He was blushing. 

When everyone calmed down, Kie asked, “You actually love her, don’t you?”

JJ could only nod. He really did. 

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“Oh my God, shut up! You know burritos are better than tacos!” you shrieked at the blond in front of you. 

You were closing up the Wreck, about to head home with JJ. He had arrived in the early afternoon and had been making conversation with you. Obviously you both fell into your normal antics. Childish banter. 

“No way,” JJ laughed. He grabbed onto your hand and began to walk home with you. “I know for a fact that tacos are better. They are way more - I don’t know - fresh than burritos are.”

You looked down at your clasped hands and smiled. The past few weeks had been different compared to the first seven months of your relationship with JJ. He had been holding your hand and hugging you for longer than usual. And you absolutely loved it.

“How about we just agree to disagree for a change,” you offered to him, looking up into his baby blue eyes. 

He smiled back at you and gave in to what you had said. “Okay.”

You walked in silence for a while, turning down a small street on the Cut where your house was. Your hands were swinging between your bodies and you wondered whether he felt the same things you did for him. 

“What are we doing tonight?” he asked you. Normally you would always have a plan: a movie to watch or something to bake. JJ had always just followed along with whatever you wanted. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “We can do whatever you want to do.”

JJ smiled at this. All he wanted to do was lay in bed and hug you. So that was exactly what he did. After each of you had taken a shower and changed into something to sleep in, he pulled you into your bed and smiled at you. His arms went around your body and pulled you close to him. 

You felt the sudden urge to kiss him. But you didn’t act upon it. You only stared at him. 

He opened one of his eyes. “What are you doing?”

You sighed. You thought of what Kie had said to you earlier that week. He loves you, her voice rang in your head. I know he does, and I know you love him, too.

“I have a confession,” you began. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

JJ snapped his eyes open. “Oh.”

Silence floated around you only for a second before JJ spoke again. “Why don’t you?”

You stared at him blankly. “What?”

“Why don’t you kiss me?”

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I’m nervous, maybe?”

JJ laughed at the stressed tone of your voice. You were going to begin to rant soon, so JJ decided to prevent that from happening. He leaned forward and connected your lips for a moment. He began to pull back, but you wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him back towards you. His lips were soft and gentle and sleepy. Your’s were too. 

When you broke apart the both of you smiled. 

“That wasn’t so bad, Maybank.”

JJ laughed and brought you to rest on his chest. “Don’t be so childish.”

You scoffed, offended. “I thought you loved my childishness.”

“I do,” JJ mumbled, drifting off. “I love all of you.”

You smiled softly, pressing one last little peck on JJ’s lips before laying down and dozing off. 

“I love all of you, too.”

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Dancing With A Wolf ( Klaus Mikaelson x Reader )

WARNINGS; careful folks, this gets a little spicy. it's not smut though because I'm a coward. I am getting more confident though lmao. Also, there's gore and stuff, it's Klaus. Requests are open!

The atmosphere was reminiscent of a time long since passed, the loud, pulsating sound of music blasted in his ears, annoyingly loud due his heightened senses. Mostly because instead of some genre he actually liked, this little club had a knack for computer generated music, 'techno'. Klaus was perfectly fine with being called old-school if it meant that he didn't like dubstep.

So what was Klaus doing in a nightclub, anyway? Honestly, he had no clue, other than the fact that you simply wanted to go to one. And Klaus would do anything to please you.

Recently, you had had a change in self esteem, as it was coming close to a year since you and Klaus had announced that the two of you were an item. Every day since then, it seemed like you had saw yourself in a brighter light.

You made Klaus better too. More rational, less evasive. He made long term plans and saw them through, without getting others to do his bidding. He had spent alot of time adjusting to trying to become a better guy for you. And it was hard.

He still made mistakes. He still killed people, and he still enjoyed it. But at the the same time, every time he would come home dripping in blood, the taste was a little less satisfying in his mouth when he saw your face.

Klaus, currently, was not a very happy man. He was very glad that you were starting to like your body more, and that you were less ashamed of it, however, he did not like knowing that everyone in this club other than him knew you had nothing to be ashamed of.

You were dressed in a bodycon, mauve dress that was one-shoulder, and reached down to your mid-thigh. Your hair was pinned up in a tight bun, and you were wearing enough makeup to add three pounds to your face. Your lips were very glossy, and very, very kissable.

The lighting in the club only illuminated the highlighter on your nose and cheeks, as the two of you walked into it. You were dragging Klaus by his hand behind you. "This music is rubbish." He complained. You turned around and grabbed his waist, looking up at him, as he was quite taller than you.

"This is a test for me. I think I might actually feel confident to come out looking like this." You told him, your eyes glittered and your lips pouted. He sighed.

"You're more manipulative than you think, (Y/N)." He responded sarcastically, but let his shoulders relax. He would make sure you would have a good time tonight.

"And you're more compliant than you lead on~" As he pulled away from you, he stepped back and peered over the heads of several strangers to the bar. "Let's get some spirits, shall we?" He asked, not really wanting an answer as he was already heading in the direction.

The bar had metallic silver barstools and a marble countertop, the bartender was a younger girl with bright pink hair and a nose-ring. She was mixing drinks left and right, not skipping a beat as she looked up at the original hybrid. "What can I get for you?" She asked.

Klaus gave her a cheesy grin. "Four shots of Whiskey, if you will. And a bloody-mary for the lady." He ordered. She slid the shots across the countertop and your boyfriend (you loved referring to him as that), downed the first and the second with ease. You sat on the barstool and his hand touched the small of your back.

"I'll be right back, love. I've got to go to the john." He said in a hushed tone. You chuckled at how proper he was. Sipping on your drink, you gave him a small nod. "By all means, Klaus."

As he disappeared into the sea of people, you crossed your legs and pulled down your dress over more of your thighs. Some fruity, colorful drink was plopped down in front of you.

"I didn't order this." You told the bartender. She shrugged. "The guy in the leather jacket bought it and told me to send it your way."

You turned around and sitting three stools away from you was a man in a brown leather jacket, he was wearing a grey V neck under it, he had a goatee and a reddish-brown man bun. He gave you a wink and you blushed, not because of him, but because of the compliment of being bought a drink.

"Thank you, but I can't take this." You told him, nearly shouting over the music. He scooted a couple bar stools over to you so that he was now right beside you. He clinked glasses with you.

"Sure you can, and all you'll owe me is a dance." He half-joked. You laughed and took a sip of the fruity drink. You thought it was like, a martini or something.

"I'm (Y/N)." You introduced yourself, holding out your hand to shame his politely. He took it and let his hand linger in yours to long. His grip was forceful. "Call me Adam." He said. You pulled your hand away.

"So, you live around here?" Adam asked, propping his elbow onto the counter and leaning against his own body weight. You shook your head. "I live a town over, in Mystic Falls. It's a whole lot smaller than here." You were honest because you didn't see this man as much of a threat.

Adam wasn't paying attention to you, his eyes were focused on your chest, following the curves of your cleavage. You felt them burning on your body. You wriggled in your seat.

"Oh, alright. So then, tell me this," He began, finally you noticed the smell of intoxication on his breath. As you waited for his words, you jumped at the sudden, cold touch of rough, clammy fingertips on your leg, beginning at your knee and inching up your thigh. "What's it gonna take for me to get you out of here, babygirl?"

You froze, not used to this kind of attention from a stranger, severely uncomfortable and very ready to leave. Before you could stand up, or even let a word leave your lips, with a gust of wind came your boyfriend.

"Is there a problem here, mate?" Klaus asked, he appeared as he always did. Calm, and collected. His hands were shaking with fury, giving his demeanor away.

"Where the hell did you come from, man?" Adam returned. He stood from his bar stool and stepped closer to Klaus. You were sitting down still, in between the both of them. The amount of masculinity in the air was toxic.

"Do you want to tell me what the hell you were doing just now?" Klaus did not answer his question, only gave him another. Adam laughed, leaning in closer and mumbling drunkingly into his ear, which was complimented by a dirty blonde curl. Adam's whispers were shouts to Klaus.

"I was about to take this beautiful lady to bed." He laughed, rolling his eyes in your direction. "Before I was so rudely interrupted."

Klaus was fuming. Infuriated, he let a grin creep onto his face. He stared deeply and convictingly into his eyes. "Why don't the both of us step outside?" The hybrid was compelling him.

You waited a moment to follow them, trying to access the situation and recovering from what had happened. When you finally followed, you met back with the men in the alleyway behind the club.

Adam's nose was now crooked, and bleeding, trickling down into a busted lip that was bleeding just as profusely. You gulped, backing up against the wall. Klaus's eyes were reddened and the color was a fiery amber, black lines retreating from the bottom of them. He was veering his fangs, they were sharp needles about to pierce the man's skin. His goatee had been ripped from his chin, what was left up it was in small, coarse curls around his jawline.

"I would start this sentence with 'if you ever lay a finger on my lady again..', however I won't give you the opportunity." Klaus forcefully pulled Adam's hand up and bent in backwards, causing a clean break with a hard, gut-wrenching crunch.

He wailed.

Klaus laughed.

He continued to play around with Adam, using him nearly like a ragdoll. He slammed the man against the brick wall, his head hit the back with a thud. Just as you were about to protest and save this man's life, you watched as a tiny pill in a plastic bag fell from his pocket. Klaus picked it up off the ground. "Mate, is this a roofie?" Adam's intentions became clear. Your heart sank.

Klaus grabbed him by his brown leather jacket and slung him into the wall, first at a regular man's speed and strength, and then faster, more forcefully. You watched as blood and what seemed like it might be brain splattered against the bricks. With every slam, Klaus's expression was more exuberant.

You were certain that Adam was dead before he finally hit the ground. Klaus wiped blood from his own face and returned to you. His arm snaked around your waist and his hand rested onto your side. It would leave a bloody handprint on your dress.

Maybe you were going insane, but looking at Klaus and the way his anger was simmering with an oddly justified explanation, his furrowed eyebrows and blue eyes were dark with aggression. He looked actually quite... hot.

You reached your hand up to his jaw and let your thumb pull down his bottom lip. He turned around to you and watched as you gave him an almost lustful gaze. He certainly did like where this was going.

He leaned into you, putting your back to the wall more gently then he did Adam's. He forced your hands off from his own face and let his cup yours, his puffy, naturally pink lips slammed into your glossy ones, he didn't care a single bit about the transfer.

Your heart began to race, but you let your lips synchronize with his, you mumbled something against his mouth but he didn't part for you to respond. Sloppily, his lips moved for of yours and then returned, his tongue crept in between your teeth, he pinched your side and your mouth opened more. Your fingers clinged to sides of his belt loops. You pressed his hips toward you, and he exerted some more pressure from his body onto yours. He could hear sirens in the distance. His eyes darted to the side for only a moment to remember the dead body a few feet away from the two of you. He cursed his own name.

"Jump." He told you, in a low, husky whisper, and at first you were confused, though you obeyed him. You exclaimed a small squealing giggle as you wrapped your legs around his hips. He was carrying you back into the street lights. "Where are we going, Klaus?" You asked him, almost annoyed by the longing you were feeling for him. "Hold on, darling. We're going home. We have some things to take care of." He told you, directly in your ear. He nibbled on your earlobe and you nearly lost your mind. What a fucking tease.

You had never been more thankful for an increased speed.

[syinisuga]

☆Forbiden Fantasy☆

NamJoonxReader

Warewolf x CEO'sDaughter AU

Genre: Angst→smut→fluff

Word Count: alot of words

Warning: there is angst present in this story so prepare your heartue. The smut in this is kinda extreme rated 21+ and the fluff part is well.... fluff.. lol im sorry i'm not good with the warnings

A/N: so this one was requested by my babygirl and i love her so much!💕 this one is specially for you so hope you and everyone else enjoy this one! Thank you all so so soooo much for all your love and support for my fanfics im so happy!😊

SyiniSuga originals

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"HELP!! aaaahhhhhhhh!! Pllleeasseeee!! Daddyy help me!!!" I was screaming as i ran through a dark forest away from pale skinned, dark red eyed, sharpe fanged and crazy blood hungry zombified vampires known as HellVamps. My five year old legs could only carry me at a certain speed but thanks to my tiny body i was able to squeeze into the gap in between a tree, hiding in it desperately trying to get away from those monsters. They came closer to where i was hiding and it had seemed that they found where i was hiding. I crouched down in the tight gap hugging myself thightly, shutting my eyes as i heard their footsteps creep closer and closer, every sound of twigs and dry leaves cracking and snapping getting louder as they step closer.

I hugged myself tighter burrying my head in my knees in attempt to muffle my terrified cries. The image of my mother being murdered and ripped apart by those monster before my eyes kept replaying in my head. The words; "Run! Get as far away as you can little one!!"

Were the last words my mother let out before being devoured by them. My thoughts were interrupted and extreme fear washed over me when one of them spoke;

"Come out come out you little abomination, we just want to drink all your blood and eat your heart.. trust us it will be over as soon as it starts. We know you're hiding, so you better come out before it gets worse.."

The tone in his voice and his words made my  heart beat so fast and intensified my cries. All of a sudden i heard the sound of loud thuds and bones breaking.I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut as i screamed out loud in fear at the horryfiying and grousome sounds coming from outside the three trunk where i was hiding. 

After a while i could a hear a voice calling out my name and my body was being shaken, the voice all too familiar as i was shook awake.

"Y/N-ah wake up! Stop you're not there anymore! Wake up you're safe. Wake up!"

I shoot up awake on my bed, face messed up with tears and breathing heavily. I take a minute to compose myself before turning to the direction the voice was coming from.

"Hey you okay?" His voice spoke a little low and raspy, one hand rested on my shoulder for reassurance.

"Yeah Joonie i'm fine.. just...you know.."i spoke softly and looked at him with weak eyes thinking of the incident that day.

"If you hadn't passed by that part of the forest and saved me that day... i... would've... been..."

"Sshh~ it's okay Y/N.. dont keep thinking about it.. the important thing is 12 year old me saved your sorry 5 year old ass"

He made a harmless joke in attempt to make you laugh a little and of course it worked. You laughed and hit his hand playfully before shooting back it him.

"Watch your mouth WereWolf Boy, you work for my dad now, not only that you're my bodyguard. Which means i can fire you anytime"

"Woah okay sorry ma'am" he playfully raised his arm up in defeat as you both sat there laughing with each other.

Kim NamJoon. A Hybrid Werewolf. Tall, tanned skin, body well built and muscular, eyes a beautiful dark brown full of light, lips pink and full, hair jet black and smooth and the best part is he has a dimpled smile. Oh how i melt at that gorgeous smile. He was the one who saved me from the HellVamps, eventhough he was only 12 years old at the time he had incredible strenght and speed. He was immedietly taken in by my CEO father, yes a very famous and respected CEO of the City Protection Agency. He trained alot of WereWolves in order to protect the city and all its livings from the dreadfull HellVamps. 

Namjoon was trained under the agency seeing that he had an incredible skill and natural born traits. Namjoon and i often spent alot of time with each other during his trainy days. We used play with each other alot, go out to eat, watch a movie at my house, play video games and all that. Joonie and i became really close as we grew up and it became permanant after he finished his training and was appointed as my personal bodyguard by my father.

Joonie became my bestest friend and we've grown up together. But as i grew up to become a little more mature now, i can't help but feel that i have developed feelings for him. Not the kind of feelings you feel when you see your best friend but something more. I loved him. I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, i wanted to be what you call his mate for life. But as always, there was a problem. Though we co exist in a world with other mythical beings, it was considered an abomination if us mortals and mythicals came together in life. Not because of the relationship itself, but because of the fruit that will be produced in the future. That's right, if a baby was born between a mythical and mortal, it was told to be a great disaster, but no one would tell me why. But of course me being me, i will find a way to make him mine.

Everything was going great,i was happy hanging out with Joonie as asual. Our everdays seemed beautiful as always. But it all changed after that one day after a weekly meeting with my father.

"Hey Joonie wanna go out for ice cream?" I asked excitedly

"No y/n, i can't. I have work to do" to my suprise his answer was cold and blunt. And he used the word miss?

"Huh? Really? Oh.. well okay then.."

I thought it was just that one day, but he proceeded to behave that way. Always ignoring me and behaving really blunt, cold and stern towards me, he would'nt even reply my texts.

Finally i lost it, i could'nt take it anymore. I saw Namjoon walking back to his quaters and it was raining heavily tonight. I ran towards him in the rain, getting soaked completely as i reached him and grabbed his arm from behind causing him to turn around in suprise.

"Miss what are you doing out in the rain you better go inside before you catch a cold" he spoke still sounding blunt but with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Cut the miss bullshit please? Since when do you call me like that, huh? And why are you ignoring me? Why have'nt you replied to any of my texts?" I asked him, maybe sounding a little rude but mostly annoyed.

"Simply because i dont want to" he answered bluntly with a straight face.

My heart started to ache a little at his sharp words.

"W-what do you mean you don't want to?"

"I work for your father y/n, he's my boss and you're his daughter. I'm your bodyguard and that's that. I have to maintain my place and that place is proffesionally" he spoke ever so clearly which made you feel even more hurt.

"W-what?! Did my dad say anything to you about this,huh?" My voice now sounding a little pissed.

"He didn't have to say anything. It's what it's supposed to be. And we shouldn't be like how we were. It's for your own safety" he finished simply.

I couldn't take it anymore, i needed to tell him, i need to let him know now before it's too late.

"Joonie no. I wont allow that. I miss hanging out with you. I miss playing games and being silly with you. I miss making fun of everything and being happy with you. I felt hurt when you started ignoring me, i felt empty, alone, depressed and i started to hate myself. I felt all these things when you started to be cold towards me because i...... i love you Joonie.." i finally got out everything i wanted to say and stood there in the pouring rain, standing in front of him looking at him and awaiting his reply.

"No y/n we can't be like that. You know it's wrong. Its utterly imposible and crazy. Its dangerous not only for you but for others as well. You know that. Just... forget this ever happened go get yourself warm y/n" he sounded so cold,so blunt as he started to walk of. But that didnt stop me, i ran back after him.

"Joonie wait! Please listen to me. We can work something out,  i love you i really do... i can't think of anyone else that would take care of me like you do.. please Joonie you mean alot to me and-"

"Don't you hear me?! I will never love you! We can never be together, i don't want to be with you! I see you as my bosse's daughter and nothing more you hear me?!" He yells out and walks away taking huge steps towards his quaters.

I can't believe what just happend.. he just... i couldn't keep myself together anymore. I broke down crying on my knees, rain pouring down on my drenching me completly. I could feel the aching pain spread all throughout my heart and the warm tears flow down my face despite the cold rain. I cried out loud, my cries being muffled slightly by the rain as i pour out all the pain that had been inflicted on my heart by the one guy i loved. Father had warned me long before, he had warned me that should i ever fall for a mythical being it will bring me great pain, almost unbareble.

My thoughts were flying all over the place but was soon interrupted when i felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up thinking it was my father or one of the other Werewolf guards, but to my extreme horror i could only wish it was someone i knew.

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To be continued....

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6

[dahliawolfe]

Rough Around the Edges

Dean Winchester/ Jocelyn Smoke (OFC)

Pt 1.

This hunt is a bitch. Dean has no damn idea what they are even hunting, and it’s driving him crazy. They’ve been across three states hunting the thing, and still were five steps behind. 17. 17 young, pretty, innocent girls are all dead, and it was really starting to piss him off. He rubs his temples and takes another shot of whiskey. He just wants it to be over already so they can get back to looking for their dad. Cuz he’s been gone a fucking minute, and they haven’t seen hide nor hair of him.

The hunter is drawn out of his reverie but the smokey, melodious voice coming from the stage. He looks up to see a sight that damn near has him hard at the bar. One of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen is absolutely slaying a Foreigner song, and fuck, where has she been all his life?! When she picks up a shot glass full of amber liquor from the table nearby and downs it straight during a guitar rift, he’s convinced that he’s met his soulmate. By the time she finishes up her song, he is nearly drooling. Her honey skin, jet black hair, and big copper eyes make her stunning, but the voice that comes out of her full lips is a huge draw for him. Dean loves music. And he loves women. So, when he finds both those things in the same place…Well, damn, then it’s a good night.

The girl begins to leave the stage, when some meathead in the front row grabs her ass through her curve hugging jeans. Dean is on his feet in seconds, cuz you don’t touch a lady like that without her permission, but it turns out, he didn’t have to worry, because the woman turns around, smiles at him, and punches him right in his nose. She turns and walks away just as blood begins to gush down his face. She takes a stool at the bar, and gives the bartender a challenging look when he opens his mouth to speak. Thinking better of it, and probably feeling like shitting himself, the bartender simply slides her another shot and makes himself scarce. Dean chuckles lowly under his breath. Damn, she knows how to command respect.

Finally, throwing on his swagger, Dean strides over to the girl, leaning against the bar beside her. “You did a hell of a job on that song,” he greets. The girl looks up at him and gives him a smile.

“Thanks,” she replies, meeting his gaze.

“Mind if I sit and buy you a drink?” She nods to the stool next to her.

“What’ll ya have?”

“Guinness stout, if that’s alright?”

“Course.” Dean waves the bartender over and orders them both a drink before looking back over at the girl, who is lazily swirling her empty shot glass around. “I’m Dean,” he introduces.

“Jocelyn.” She tips her head at him. Dean begins to speak again when a rough voice comes from behind them.

“Bitch, you fucked up,” is snarled their way. Jocelyn rolls her eyes and Dean scowls, clenching his fists in anger. Behind them is who Dean assumes is the friend of the guy Jocelyn just punched.

Jocelyn turns slowly, taking a deep breath as she does so. “And how is that, Pal?” she replies, sliding from her bar stool and standing toe to toe with the much larger man.

“You broke my friend’s nose!”

“He grabbed my ass. Which, for the record, I like if it’s consensual. In this case, it wasn’t. Perhaps, you should teach your friend some manners.”

“Are you kidding me?! Listen here, cun…”

“Hey! Watch your language!” Dean barks at the man. Jocelyn looks up at him, small smile playing at her lips.

“Fuck you, man. This is between me and her!” The man goes to grab Jocelyn, but Dean grabs the outstretched hand and twists it sharply behind the guys back, slamming him into the bar, where the hunter proceeds to let it be known what will happen if the asshole doesn’t fuck off, real quick like. “You know what?! She ain’t even worth it,” he grits out. When Dean releases him, he slams his way out of the bar, much to Jocelyn’s amusement. She lets out a snort and orders Dean another shot.

“My hero,” she croons, batting her lashes at him. Dean gives her a panty-dropping smile and tosses the whiskey back.

…

Dean smacks Jocelyn’s ass as they stumble out of the bar. She reaches back and squeezes his half hard cock through his pants, and gives him a devilish grin.

Dean grabs her by the hand and drags her to the Impala and rips the door open, throwing her in the backseat and diving in on top of her.

Dean buries his face in Jocelyn’s heaving chest, leaving love bites all over her tan skin. She tugs harshly at his hair. When his hand slides under the band of her jeans and brushes her wet heat, she gasps and arches her back.

“P-please,” she begs breathlessly. Dean grins.

“What’s that, Baby. Need something?” he taunts. She whines.

Dean manages to shuck her jeans, wasting no time in pulling his own down, reaching into the glove compartment for a condom and sliding it on himself. Jocelyn reaches down and lines him up with her entrance, thrusting forward, impaling herself on him. She moans. Dean growls and sets a relentless pace.

When Dean lifts her leg and delves in deeper, she claws at his back, under his shirt. “Daddy,” she whines, immediately growing still. She knows that that is a little taboo, especially on a one night stand.

“Yeah, Babygirl. Is Daddy making you feel good?” Dean grunts. Ok, so that was unexpected. But he doesn’t seem to be pulling away, or well, pulling out, in this instance. In fact, his pace and rhythm seems to intensify.

By the time that Jocelyn is almost at climax, she’s nearly shrieking. Dean places a hand over her mouth and pushes her over the edge, coming close behind her. When her mewls quieten, Dean moves his hand and leans down to kiss her, lifting her and sliding underneath so she can rest on his chest.

…

The bright sunlight streaming through the Impala windows nearly blinds Jocelyn. “Ugh,” she grunts into Dean’s chest. He chuckles and rubs her back.

“There’s some aspirin in the glove compartment,” he informs. Jocelyn nods and leans over the seat to grab two, tossing them back dry. She lifts her phone from the floorboard and curses.

“Fuck. I’m gonna be late for class,” she groans, drawing her tight jeans back up her legs. She pulls her black shirt over her head and tousles her hair. “Uhh, last night was…”

“Pretty fucking great,” Dean finishes. Jocelyn gives him a smile.

“Yeah. Pretty fucking great. See ya around.” She pulls him back in for a deep, filthy kiss and exits the car.

…

Sam looks at his older brother in concern. Dean is smiling around his coffee mug.

“Sam, what the hell are you looking at?” Dean demands finally.

“You’re smiling,” Sam says simply. Dean shrugs.

“It’s a nice day is all.”

“More like you had a nice lay,” Sam chuffs. Dean scowls at him.

“Shut it, Sashquatch.”

…

“And the last victim was related to these girls how?” Sam asks skeptically as they make their way to the lady Pirates softball field and Lincoln University.

“She was on the team, Sam. Try and keep up. And look, all of the victims were athletic. It makes sense that this would be the place to go next.”

“And you wanna see all the tight uniforms.”

“That too.”

…

“And you think my girls can help?” asks Coach Valerie Contanzo.

“We believe they might be, yes,” Sam replies, offering a smile.

“Ok, well, we have a skeleton crew today since it’s finals week. But you can talk to the girls who are here.”

“Thank you.”

The coach turns and begins to shout, “Kelly! Rodriguez! Smith! Smoke! Talbot! Chen! Front and center!” One by one, young women emerge from the nearby dugout. The last one in line forces Dean’s breath to catch in his throat. Jocelyn is smiling up at one of her teammates.

…

“Ladies, this is Agent Moore and Agent Tyler. They’re looking into Tabitha’s death. You’ll cooperate with them, you hear. Smoke, you can go first. Take them to my office. The rest of you, back to drills!” Jocelyn steps forward, giving Dean a shy smile.

“This way, Agents.”

…

“Jocelyn,” Dean greets when they enter the coach’s office.

“Dean,” she replies. Sam looks between them in bewilderment.

“You two know each other?” he asks.

“We met last night,” Jocelyn replies.

“I see.”

“Jocelyn, has there been anything weird going on? Any weird people hanging around?” Dean cuts in, trying to eliminate the tension.

“Ummm….Not that I can think of. I mean, there’s always the superfans. But most of them are harmless.”

“Most of them?”

“Well, there was this one guy that came to all the games. He would really watch Tabby. But he hasn’t come around since the twins scared him off.”

“What does this man look like?”

“Uhh…” Suddenly the door springs open and two heads of copper hair peek in.

“Joce, Sweetie, Coach needs you out there to help Abby with her swing again,” one of the twins chimes sweetly.

“Oh, umm… Ok. I guess. Can, I go?” Jocelyn asks “the agents”, mostly Dean.

“Sure. But let us get your number so we can hit you up with any questions.”

Jocelyn jots her phone number down on a sticky note and passes it to Dean, giving him a smile and exiting the office.

…

“Dean, would you calm down?!” Sam demands as Dean pulls another hard left.

“No, Sam, I will not calm down. Jocelyn could be getting eaten by those red headed bitches as we speak!” Sam and Dean had worked out what they were dealing with. Vetalas. And they’d worked out who they were. Cami and Candi, the twins on Jocelyn’s softball team. And her teammates verified that Jocelyn had left the field with both the girls minutes before the Winchesters arrived. One of the other girls told the Winchesters that the twins lived in a cabin at the edge of the woods near the college. It was in an isolated area, and would be the perfect place to kill their latest victim.

…

Dean kicks the door in without a second thought. Immediately, both the twins are on them. He spots Jocelyn on a nearby couch, bleeding, but alive. His anger fueling him, Dean makes quick work of Cami, thrusting his knife under her ribs, up into her heart and twisting it. She crumbles and Dean moves to Jocelyn. Sam flies across the room, and Dean growls. The other twin, obviously distraught at her sister’s death charges at him. She knocks the knife from his hand and tosses him into a nearby wall. His vision darkens around the edges, but he sees Sammy coming in for the kill. And soon enough, the bitch is falling to bits over him. He struggles to his feet and makes his way to Jocelyn. He lifts her gently, and her head lolls into his chest. She groans and blinks blearily up at him. “It’s ok, Baby. I gotcha.”

Part 2 coming soon!