#cause god damn is it thick compared to the shelves

[waluigis-cock]

Progress on my hobby desk so I have a place to paint and build my necrons in an organized manner

[leeknowsintrusivethots]

Marked By Him

Part 1 | ?????

Pairings: Lee Know(SKZ)/OC, Secretssssss here

Summary: Vampyres dominate the entertainment world with their otherworldly beauty and talent. It's a world you must be born into, but a few lucky ones are Marked. Stripped from her home and everything she knows, Minji's Marking means that she has to rely on the Devil himself, Lee Minho, to be her mentor. He's cute and sweet to the public, but behind closed doors the monster comes out to play.

Content: Angst, slow burn romance, lotsa plot, eventual smut, vampires, darkish romance, original characters, first person perspective, general 18+ content, asshole Lee Know, alternate idol universe, love triangle (Surprise), pet names: kitten/mouse

WC: 2,208

Minors do NOT interact. Do NOT repost my work in anyway. This includes translations or sharing to sites such as Wattpad or Ao3.

Notes: I have risen from the dead through the power of Stray Kids. This one is intended to be a long form story, probably around 20 parts or so or until it reaches a natural end. Individual parts will be labeled as smut and smut warnings will be included for future parts. Ngl, it's mostly wish fulfillment and because not many people seem to write longer SKZ content. Enjoy, my dirty dirty friends.

"He will meet you in Conference Room Number Zero."

I waited for his arrival with anticipation creating a knot in the pit of my stomach. Not even meeting the CEO of JYP Entertainment had caused such nerves to take root. This was the person I would be spending most of my time with - the one who would integrate me into my new life. He would be my mentor and teacher. I could only guess at what kind of person he would be.

Would he be kind? Smart? As ethereal and graceful as they usually are?

They were known for their cold beauty - so chilling and unreal that it haunted people as well as it enamored them. I am sure, just like humans, they varied but every single one that graced the media was the image of physical perfection. They were Gods come to life amongst mortals. If even the average ones were half as good looking, they still had to be pretty damn exceptional compared to humans.

And so I waited.

The dusty, peculiarly ancient looking grandfather clock chimed in the corner of the room. It didn't fit the image JYP was associated with: a sleek and modern entertainment company that housed some of the brightest talents in Korea. As a matter of fact, the entire 'conference room' felt out of place compared to the rest of the building. The modernity of the outside was forgotten in the confines of the four walls that surrounded me.

The wallpaper was reminiscent of an ancient mansion: a dark royal blue with silver feligreses interspersed through the length. All of the windows in the building were tinted darkly to ward off paparazzi but also natural light, but the windows in this room were completely covered. The only light source came from elegant sconces that dotted the walls and an antique lamp that sat in on the corner of the desk I was seated at. The rest of the room was filled with shelves of books and peculiar looking items that my frazzled brain refused to make sense of.

All I could do was marvel at where life had taken me: at how I was going from ordinary to extraordinary.

The doorknob twisting had me sitting up straighter in my seat and my eyes widening in alert. I held my breath as the door disengaged and opened. It felt like life had gone into slow motion as he entered. As I took in my mentor, the world stopped as my heart sped up and heat rose in my cheeks.

He was beautiful. He had sharp facial features that only God himself could have chiseled: perfectly pouty lips that would put most human women to shame, large dark eyes that captured the soul at a glance, perfectly styled black hair that looked so thick and soft I wanted to run my hands through it just to see if it was real, and clear skin without a single blemish. He could have been a painting, a true work of art.

And even more insane: I knew who he was.

I watched music videos with him in them. I bought his group's albums at every release. I had posters of him on my bedroom walls back in Busan. I had spent countless hours of my youth being a dedicated fan.

"Minji?" Lee Minho questioned with a raised brow.

I was so enraptured I hadn't even noticed the door shut. I hadn't even noticed that he had crossed the room to stand behind the chair opposite of me. I had also completely forgotten my manners. I pushed back from my chair in a haste and stood up. I bowed deeply, partly out of how much respect I had for him but also as an apology for forgetting myself.

"Hello. I am Minji," I greeted formally.

He nodded with an air of boredom about him in return before taking the seat he was behind. Even the way he sat was gracefully beautiful. The man could burn whole cities and he would be forgiven based on his looks alone.

"Sit," he commanded simply. I did as I was told and resumed my seat immediately. I couldn't help but to study his features further, committing them to memory to paint later. His sharp jaw, his soft looking mouth, and his eyes. Eyes that were staring at me with something scarily remicent of disdain under a dark cocked brow.

Suddenly, I felt inferior. I felt unworthy to look at him so blatantly. Who was I to stare at someone like him? My eyes fell to the table before me in something akin to shame.

"I am assuming the Tracker gave you all the usual information pamphlets?" he asked in a bored tone. I got the impression he wanted to be anywhere other than in that room with me. It hurt that the man I idolized seemed to be so disinterested in me, but what did I expect? He had millions of fans all over the world.

"Yes," I answered as steadily as I could. I heard him rustling through papers and waited as patiently as I could for him to offer more information or even ask something else, but he didn't. I only willed myself to glance up at the loud thud of something being dropped onto the desk in front of me. It was a large book - a textbook. It was eerily new and modern compared to the rest of the contents in the room. The title was simply "Marked."

"This book has been approved by the Association to help guide you into your new life," he said with a small but beautiful chuckle at the end as if he found the book amusing more than anything. "You will finish a chapter every two days in-between normal idol training."

"I- I can do that," I stuttered when he paused as if waiting for a response.

"Good girl," he almost scoffed in mockery at my answer. My cheeks heated again and strangely a small tingle made itself known between my legs at the insincere praise. I did my best to ignore it. When he didn't continue, I chanced a glance up at him to find him smirking in amusement before he continued. "After each chapter, we will meet here for any questions and to review what you have learned."

He paused again, and I nodded to show I understood without daring another look at him. I was never a loud or overly confident person, I was simply quiet. That didn't mean I was a doormat, until Lee Minho walked through the door. I was fairly certain at that moment I was wearing a shirt inviting him to step on me.

"I was told to make myself available to you for further questions and help in between meetings," he continued. I heard a rustling as he stood from his chair. I refused to look up even as his shoes appeared in my peripheral. I could feel his presence next to me like a reaper come to take my life, but the normal feeling of body heat was absent. A cold hand pushed the long loose hair back from my shoulder, exposing the bare column of my neck to the chill of him and the room. I involuntarily shuddered.

"You won't have any questions or need any help, will you?" he asked with a faux saccharine in his voice that somehow chilled me to my core. The blood in my veins had turned to ice as my heart pumped harder to compensate. My words stuck in my throat as a strange panic set in.

I knew they were dangerous. I knew they could hurt me, but this was Lee Minho - Lee Know of Stray Kids. He was the weird but sweet one who showed his affection by spanking his fellow members. He was not the kind of person who discreetly threatened strangers, but I felt like that's exactly what he was doing.

"Answer me, Mouse," he all but demanded with the fake sweetness fading and the chill boredom returning to his voice.

Insanity comes in all forms and from all places. Sometimes it's as simple as someone making a noise that gets on your nerves that makes you snap. In my case: I had traveled to a whole new city on my own and uprooted my life in a move that was not of my choosing. I was alone. I was scared. I was changing into something I couldn't even begin to comprehend in a world I had only read about, and the man I had considered to be my ultimate kpop bias was threatening me and treating me like a burden. The actual audacity.

My head snapped up and my eyes found his. I stared at him with a newfound sense of annoyance. I didn't ask for this - I wasn't even sure if I wanted it. How could he treat me so badly when he was fully aware of the situation?

"My name is Minji," I snapped with as much force in my voice as I could muster. "If we are to be forced into this situation together, at least call me by my proper name."

I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting him to give a dark chuckle and his eyes to fill with - amusement? I also wasn't expecting long elegant fingers to reach up and take hold of my chin in a firm grip. His touch was cold. Despite my efforts to keep it from affecting me, it shot sparks of heat through my entire body in contrast to his temperature.

"Maybe not a mouse, then. A kitten with little ineffective claws," he mused. He held my gaze as he taunted me, keeping his hold firm on my chin. His face came closer and my delusional heart pounded out an encore. His soft lips were right there, just mere inches from my own. I could feel his cool breath on my cheek as he moved to my ear. His next words tickled my skin and had me shivering again. "Careful, Kitten. I like the feisty ones."

Insanity gripped me again. It was madness, pure and simple. I was taunting not a God like I thought, but the devil himself. I was starting to see that, but I did it anyway. "I'm sure they don't feel the same way. Cats are very good judges of character."

A sharp inhale against the side of my face followed a light chuckle as he pulled back to hold my gaze captured yet again. The amusement was still present, boredom all but gone, but it was mixed with something else - something darker, scarier.

"Word of advice kitten," he started. His cool hand released its grip on my chin to trail up my jaw and to the center of my forehead. "This Mark doesn't mean shit. You will never really be one of us - just an imitation - and no one here will praise you for it. It's a target, and you will be surrounded by predators."

"Why?" His words chilled me, actually had me fighting the impulse to shake in my seat, but the confusion weighed out. I didn't understand this world - I didn't understand them.

"Don't ask questions, Kitten, and maybe I'll take care of you if I decide it's worth it." For just a brief moment, his eyes glanced down at my lips. My silly heart almost couldn't take it, but I persevered.

"But-"

"No," he stated firmly. His hand had fallen back to my chin, and his thumb brushed against my lower lip almost accidentally. My breath hitched. "Listen and behave, Kitten. That Mark already draws attention, don't make it worse by being a brat."

With that, his cool presence was gone. He moved away so fast that I blinked and he was across the room at the door with his sinful fingers wrapped around the door handle. He didn't turn back as he spoke again. "A car is waiting at the front of the building. It will take you to the dorms. Welcome to hell, Kitten."

His words, combined with the entirety of the events that had just transpired, were the icy wake up call I needed. I had been Marked. I was entering a new plane of existence I knew hardly anything about, but I was already learning. It was dangerous. It was not at all like the media and the Association wanted the world to believe. They had painted the things that go bump in the night to be beautiful but perfectly normal parts of society - but the painting was beginning to turn red for me and it was only day one.

An antique mirror wedged between two bookshelves caught my eye. I vacated my seat and went to stand before it. The girl in the mirror was familiar. Long, dark hair, a light complexion with a smattering of freckles across the nose bridge. It was me, yet it wasn't. The mark stood in stark contrast against my skin. It was a dark purple outline in the shape of a crescent moon. It was a sign that I was changing. It was a sign I was becoming one of them.

I was becoming a Vampyre.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

pretty please chris watching you h*mp a p*llow?🥺💕

A/N- I bet Chris would love to catch you like this and wanna watch you get yourself off. 2.3k

Anyone who reads, smut. All smut. Just how this works, expect it. Daddy Kink as well. 

“Dodger, he's gone for another two whole days buddy.” You reach down to ruffle your good boys ears, and he whined again with a huff, making you laugh thoroughly. “Would a bone make you feel better?” As soon as you said bone, the dog's ears perked and you beckoned him to follow you to what you called “The cookie closet.” The pantry.

Opening the door, he charged inside and sat up just as pretty as you could picture, what he always did for a treat. “Hmm, cookie for you, cookie for me? That sound fair?” Reaching in the bag, you dug out a chewy bone for Dodger, who once he had it, he raced off to his bed in the hallway. And you scanned the shelves looking for your favorite Milanos. Pepperidge Farms, you're a lifesaver, you think as you snatch the bag and leave. Since it was getting late, and you had already talked to Chris that evening, you decided it was a good time to turn in for the night. Chris had sounded different, recalling your conversation.

“I miss you, but I'm damn glad your wrapping up soon.” you had spoken into the phone while cooking a meal for one. A fresh salad with some produce you were given by a neighbor from there garden.

“Miss you to Babygirl, a lot more then you know.” His voice sounded weary, like maybe he was overtired. It had been a long six weeks. Normally he didn't sound this tired though.

“You okay Chris?”

“Just ready to be back home with you and Dodger, Babygirl.” 

After turning off the lights, and heading up the stairs, Dodger was snoozing in the hallway still, you go into your bedroom, prying open your bag and flicking on the tv to some comedy program. Glancing at the bed, you bit your lip feeling that all to familiar ache in your lower belly. Not only did you miss your boyfriend for his company, you missed his attention. Six weeks was a really long time. Fuck to long, you been holding out. Masturbating just wasn't the same, but fuck a girl has needs.

You can hold out for two more days. You say to yourself as you proceed to go into the master bath and take your nightly shower. Right? No big deal.

It actually was.

The shower did nothing to relieve that coil settled in your belly, even Chris soft patriots tee was aggravating and while laying on top of the covers, it prickled against your nipples till they ached and kept brushing against your skin in the pleasurable aggravating as hell way. “Jesus Christ” You muttered as you sat up and ripped it off, tossing it aside. “Well, this isn't any better.” You say out loud to no one, your thighs rubbing back and forth to alleviate the friction.

You glance at the nightstand, processing the toys you had available, but hell if any of them really were what you wanted. You wanted Chris. His thick fingers caressing your core and opening you up for him, his cheeky grin looking down at you while he told you to cum for him, his mouth would nip and play with teases against yours until you couldn't take it anymore. Reaching over to grab his pillow, you smother it over your face, breathing in deeply, simply cause it smelled like him, moaning into it before pulling it away.

“God when is the last time I was this fucking needy?.” You ponder as your fingers dig into Chris’s pillow, rubbing it against your body, up and down. Fuck it felt good, heavier than the tee shirt teasing you before. You arch your body into it, pushing your head back. You need more. Fuck how you need more. Spreading your thighs your rub it down over your cunt, grinding into it with a sigh. It's been ages since you humped, and to use Chris’s pillow just seemed naughty. Rubbing yourself all over what was his. You just couldn't resist.

Flipping up, you fold it in half and kneel over it, grinding yourself against his pillow. Reaching a palm behind you to grasp the headboard, and rocking your hips back and forth, giving soft moans, especially when you dipped forward, putting some hard pressure to press against the pubic bone. You got a little bit louder at that one. Just a tad. “Oh fuck.” God, it felt good, naughty to be so needy You had to hump and grind like you were out of control. You stopped holding back, making as much noise as you wanted. Who the hell is gonna hear you?

    Chris happened to catch a later flight. As soon as his part was all over, he didn't bother waiting. “Just have my things sent to me,” he informed the assistants, and taking his essentials, he was gone. Digging his keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the front door and was greeted with a soft warning bark from Dodger, but Chris hushed him as he closed the door, thinking you must be asleep. Hearing his person, Dodger Immediantly scrambled up to Chris, who knelt down to meet him, rubbing your ears and kissing the tip of his black nose. “Hey bubs, you keep Y/N safe?” The steady thump of his tail and whines in greeting coming from Dodger, as well as him trying to toppled him over. “Okay, okay. I'm glad to see you too.”

A soft cry came from upstairs, both Chris and Dodger perk at the noise, followed by a muffled curse. “Well hell... sounds like Y/N is not asleep.” Pushing himself back to a stand, he had Dodger go back off to his bed, and Chris let his jacket slide off his shoulders. Ascending the stairs, your noises grew louder, and he would be lying to say that didn't cause him a hard-on. Pausing at the door, he listened for another moment, and then knocked. You sounded surprised when you called out “Don't come in!”

Chris pushed the door open anyway to find you sitting straddled on a folded pillow, kneeling with a hand fisted in the material bunched between your thighs and a hand clasped over a breast, having been teasing your nipple with tugs and twists will they were swollen.. “Chris! what are you doing here?” You whimpered out, a look of shock and embarrassment crossing your face, and you move as if to pull out the pillow between your thighs.

“Whoa, baby, why you stopping?” He strides over to where your kneeling on the bed, grasping your chin in his thumb and forefinger, looking firmly in your eyes. “Daddy didn't say you could stop, keep going.” Releasing you he moved to sit in a reading chair in the corner of the room, where he had a perfect view of you slowly starting to rock again against the pillow, your eyes not leaving him. “Go on baby, I want to see you get cum all over that pillow.”

You started to ride again, it was slow as you started to get that build up again. “Do it feel good on that pussy that belongs to me, Baby? All nice and wet thinking about riding your daddy?” Chris asked as he pressed his palm against his erection in his jeans, your body starting to bounce a little more.

“Y-Yes it does, Not as good as you though.” You whine pressing down into the pillow as hard as you can, rubbing the cotton against your mound. “I rather it be your fingers, or your cock.” You whined at him and Chris shook his head with a click of his tongue in disagreement.

“Not yet, Baby. Like I said, I want to see you cum on that pillow. Then we will see what happens after that.” Blue eyes roamed over your body, from your tense thighs clasping the pillow in place, your pussy starting to look raw and glistening the more you worked on getting yourself off. He rubbed at his beard as you continued rocking hips, your torso flexing with your movements, your breasts bouncing, perfect mouthfuls for him. All the way to your face starting to twist again in pleasure. Soft little whines going high pitched the closer you got.

“Okay, rub at your clit, make yourself cum,” Chris instructed as he shifted his long legs out further and he opened his pants, withdrawing his hard stiff length, watching you, who he considered his, so fucking beautiful, getting yourself off.  

It was quite exciting for you, being instructed in what to do, and you prominently did as you were told, wetting your fingertips with a suck between your lips and dipping between your thighs, teasing, and circling around your bud before touching yourself, building up the momentum. You looked over at Chris with his hand fisted around his length, slowly rubbing up and down it, his chest heaving a bit more, and he nodded at you. “Keep going Baby. Do as your Daddy says.”

So you did, you didn't want to disappoint him and your fingers were familiar with the motions, knew just what twists and pressure was needed and your head tipped back as you bounced on the pillow as if you were riding Chris, tugging on your bottom lip in concentration till you snapped, warmth flooding from between your thighs and buzzing pleasure racing through your body, you twitched and quivered as you slammed yourself back down, feeling your cunt trying to find what you really wanted. “Look at me, Baby.” He growled out, and with a heaving breath that expanded your chest, your head dropped to see him, his swollen cock twitching as he rubbed his palm and fingers up and down the velvet hardness, thick veins throbbing.

His other hand patted his slack clad thigh beckoning you over. You moved off the pillow, your slick coating your cunt, your inner thighs. Sensitive as you moved over his leg, but not sitting down yet. “I'm so glad your home already” you purr as your hands push into his hair and his hand cups your mound, rubbing between your folds. “Me too, this is a perfect welcome home.” Pulling his hand away, you lower onto his thigh, and the slacks material clings right to your wet cunt, Chris can already feel it soaking into the fabric.

He took a hand that was braced against his chest, flipping it so he could see your palm and spit in it, bringing it down to his cock, that you promptly started to work him, rocking your hips back and forth against his thigh, your soft little whimpers coming more frequently this time compared to last time. “Better than the pillow? My pillow?” Chris’s lips turned into a smirk as you nodded, confirming what he knew. Fingers dug into your waist, rolling you forward when you rolled back to him, grinding your sensitive little clit into him.

“Nasty girl, rubbing herself all over Daddy’s pillow.” Still clearly amused at your antics, you couldn't help but grin at him in a teasing manner, even as he released your hips and pulled your forward to the thicker part of his thigh. Your hand gripped down below his cock and rolled his testicles in your palms running fingers through short bristles of hair. You licked your lips while watching his nostrils flare, his eyelids flutter just a bit before you went back to stroking his cock, thumb twirling around his swollen head. “I was so fucking horny and needed to. YOU said you were not gonna be back right away.” Of course, you were playing with your accusations. Chris arched a brow listening to you and arched his hips to fill your hand once more.

“So fucking horny and needed to hump a pillow that waiting for two days was impossible?” Chris drifted off and removed his hand from your back, gripping your chin between his fingers and dragging down till you opened your mouth. Letting his fingers he had touched you with earlier fill your mouth. “Suck, if your that horny, that should be a treat.” Your lips clasped around, and let your tongue draw them in further, collecting your taste. Cupping a breast, he nipped around the curve, and drew a tongue through the cleavage, latching onto a nipple to tease, popping off as you squealed slightly around his fingers. “Tender Baby?” moving up your collarbone, and releasing your hip to grasp the back of your neck, pulling his hand away from your mouth and claiming your lips as his own, dropping those soaked digits to tease your clit, have you cum all over his leg. He hissed as your grasp tightened around him, and he jerked his hips faster to cum, your mouth dropped open and your eyes closed, but he was quick to snap you out of that. “Eyes on me baby...”

Meeting his, your watered slightly with being so closed and trying so hard to do as he asked, that when you did come, drenching his slacks and grinding down as hard as you could, ribbons of cum shot all over your bouncing breasts and over your face, Chris reaching his own orgasm. Bracing your hand against his chest to keep upright as he sunk back into the chair, his face one of bliss as much as you knew yours was. Appreciative Blue Eyes roamed your body, and he reached up to smear it into your skin. “Fucking beautiful, I should come home early more often.”

Pulling you into his chest, you wriggled in closer, and he kissed your neck, rubbing the small of your back. “You want to go take a quick clean up shower, then I will finish with you.”

You lifted your head. “Finish with me?” Chris chuckled softly. “Oh, you didn't think we were done babygirl? Oh hell no, we're not done till your cumming around my cock tonight.” Giving a slight swat to your ass.

“Better not keep me waiting too long.”  

[lazylazyhowl]

prehension (of snakes and cherry blossoms)

prehension (noun) – gripping firmly, apprehension by the senses; understanding

["See me." In the dead of night, the line between far shore and near shore, blurs.

They meet, and it's 23 years too late; but they might as well.]

Written with SasuSakuTwitFest Day 2 (Connected) in mind.

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Have you heard about building B?

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A peeling coat of faded yellow paint, partly overtaken by chalk graffiti and moss. The building is a little worn and faded, more obviously ill-maintained compared to the rest of the school.

Classes haven’t been held here for years now, ever since a newer building was founded right next to it.

The hallways are lined with locked doors. There are crisscrossing caution tapes blocking off stairways, and the dust-caked windows are bolted shut, leaving the air thick and musty.

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A senior died there twenty years ago. They say the ghost of that student still walks those empty corridors even now.

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It’s when she’s wandering through the east wing of the second floor that Sakura comes across him in one of the storage rooms.

Rows of stacked desks and chairs are pushed against the wall at the side, and miscellaneous items crowd the cobwebbed shelves. He’s sitting by the window on the opposite side of the entrance, chin in his palm as he stares out the dirty, moon-glazed glass.

He seems to be a senior, but she can’t be sure. The colored tie that’s supposed to set the grades apart is missing from his uniform ensemble.

Sakura’s heart has jumped from sheer surprise upon catching sight of him in the corner; now it begins to speed for an altogether different reason.

He has a sharp profile and endless dark eyes that’s framed by long thick lashes. His equally dark hair contrasts a pale skin, washed colorless by the moonlight, and millions of dust particles float lazily around him.

It’s an otherworldly sight that sends goosebumps up the sides of her arms, and her better instincts tell her to leave immediately and leave him be.

Still, her feet remain glued to the spot by the door as she smooths clammy palms against the knitted sweater she wears over her uniform.

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say it was love at first sight. Quite a loaded situation for lightning to be striking, too, and there’s no sense to it at all. She just knows he’s taken her heart without having to lift a finger.

“Annoying…”

She hears him mutter. His voice is deep, so quiet that she might have missed it if not for the silence.

“You there.”

Before Sakura can react, the boy turns his head and looks straight at her.

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If you ever come across the ghost, no matter what you do, never look it in the eyes.

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She gasps and takes a step back, her puny heart leaping to the hollow of her throat.

When he drops down from his perch, his height unfurls. He’s probably a good head taller than her. With the moon at his back, his eyes don’t glow in the dark or anything, not even the slightest glimmer, but she senses the weight of cold lead from them all the same.

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You’ll meet a terrible end.

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“Those eyes are quite something,” he says, and Sakura hastily lowers her gaze away, her stomach twisting into nauseous knots. Oh god, oh god, what has she done? She shouldn’t have looked, shouldn’t have dallied around.

“I-I’m sorry.”

She sees his shadow on the gritty tiled floor, looming closer, and considers fleeing. But then again, she has a feeling she wouldn’t get very far.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, wringing her shaky fingers together. “For staring. I’m so sorry.”

“Look at me.” He’s still approaching her, and she begins to make out the mud on his shoes, how his uniform is disheveled in that rolled-around-in-in-the-dirt way, opened at the neck to reveal the strong lines of his collarbones.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine. Lift your face.”

Sakura shakes her head no and squeezes her eyes closed for good measure. She hears him sigh.

“Sasuke.”

Though it was out of nowhere, what startles Sakura more is that his voice has come from right in front of her. She can feel him, well inside her personal space and blocking the moonlight.

Her heart is in overdrive. She blindly takes a step back and almost trips over herself.

“Wh-what?”

“Name?”

She puts a hand to her chest to try and contain the beating there. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess. “I-I’m sorry?”

“Name. Yours.”

It takes her a moment more before she finally gathers her wits. “S-Sakura…”

“Sakura, huh.” He says her name in this slow, considering drawl, and Sakura flushes anew. Can he see her blush? Can he see the effect he has on her? What will he do, knowing this? She tugs at the long sleeves of her sweater and brings them up to hide her face. She never thought it to be the case, but she’s exactly the type to get tricked by men, isn’t she?

“U-um, Sasuke…san?”

“Drop the ‘san.’”

“I’m sorry…”

“Stop apologizing, annoying.”

“I’m so—okay…” Sakura cringes, her head sinking between her shoulders. She can still feel his gaze on her, feel self-conscious about her large, sweaty forehead, and every strand of hair that’s out of place. Having her eyes closed only makes it worse. “Sasuke…kun…then?”

He makes a noise in his throat, and it’s hard to tell if he’s displeased or not.

“You shouldn’t stay here, Sakura.”

She loves it, Sakura decides, when he uses her name, regardless of context. It sends this warm fluttering down to the pit of her belly.

“…Well, neither should you,” she says from behind her sleeves. “…Sasuke-kun.” She tests and can't help another rush of heat in her cheeks.

Sasuke’s silent for a length before saying, “Fair.”

“Let’s both leave then,” he says, and it takes her a moment to respond.

“Huh?”

“You and I. Let’s leave here together.”

She’s not sure what to say to that, not even sure if she quite understands, but she can’t deny she likes how he’s said it.

She likes it a lot.

“Sakura.” Her skin ripples again. When he says nothing else, she cracks her eyes open to take in the chest of his shirt, missing a few buttons; the hand that’s he’s holding out to her. (There’s dried blood on his knuckles, under his nails.)

“No?” He presses, and she wants to shake her head and tell him it’s not even close to no. It’s scary how much she wants to take that proffered hand, damn the consequences. And because of exactly that she holds back, tucks her hands closer to her chest to restrain herself.

“I…”

She watches with a held breath as his hand looms so near she can make out the callused spots on his palm and smell burnt smoke on top of the rust of blood. His fingers skirt near her chin, her windpipe, but not quite touching.

“Look at me,” he stresses, “when you speak.”

“No…I…”

“Our eyes already met. What are you still holding back for?”

Her breaths grow shallow as her pulses quicken into deafening booms. Sakura can’t find fault with his argument, though she’s not sure if it isn’t just because she’s also tempted for justification to look at him again.

(A part of her hopes, maybe the curse can be reversed by pretending their eyes never met.)

“It’ll be fine,” he says, and she’s so tempted to believe him.

Sakura swallows, her mouth dry. Her eyes dart tentatively up a few times before she finds it in her to look at him. (She has to crane her neck to even meet his gaze.) Her chest tightens as she stares into his eyes, transfixed by their depths. Most of all, his mouth quirks in this little pleased, knowing smirk, and it’s unfair.

“Come with me, Sakura.”

That’s unfair, too.

Sakura doesn’t think she’s afraid of him anymore. Never was, actually. But what he’s offering is unknown to her, and that’s scary. Leave with him to where? For what purpose other than just deserting this forsaken building?

“I don’t know how.” Sakura looks away. She’s aware that she’s not saying no, and the reality is that she no longer cares.

She just wants to be with someone so badly she might have followed anyone else, and Sasuke—Sasuke feels right. Perhaps this back and forth between them has only ever had one ending.

He holds out his hand to her, gesturing for her to just take it. She unclenches her fists.

“It’ll be okay?”

“Aa.”

“Promise me-” Her voice cracks. She screws her eyes shut and sucks in a breath as if all her unshed tears would disappear along with it. “Sasuke-kun. Promise me you’ll be okay, ‘cause I can’t-”

“Promise.”

His gaze is unwavering. Sakura chews at her lower lip. When her fingertips hover over his and hesitate, he only patiently waits, and it gives her that extra shred of confidence. With one last steadying breath, she slides her hand onto his and gasps audibly from the feel of his skin against hers.

His palm is rough like she’s imagined. Large.

So warm.

Human.

It’s been too long—twenty-three years in fact, since she last felt another’s touch, and the sudden swell of emotions is enough to choke her.

Sasuke’s strong fingers encase hers, interlace with hers and the firm grip brings such immense relief that she only knows to burst into tears.

“You’re with me from now on,” he tells her as he wipes at her cheek with his thumb, and she sobs harder. Through the blur of tears, Sakura can see him smile, see his eyes bleed a haunting, spinning red. They’re beautiful. Hypnotic. As if she isn’t already ensnared in his web.

“Okay.” She grips back at his hand just as firmly.

And she thinks, they will be okay after all.

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Omake:

The school ground is quiet as they slip out through a broken window on the first floor, and Sakura can’t help but be nervous as she takes her first step past a point that up until just yesterday she wasn’t able to cross.

She’s tried to leave many, many times, only for her legs to freeze and her mind to be overcome with an irrational need to retreat to the very heart of the building. Where she belonged. Alone.

None of that tonight. Sakura passes building D and reaches the quad, drinking in her surrounding in quiet wonder as she trails behind Sasuke.

A lot has changed from the school in her memory, but the general layout is still the same, from where the statue of the town’s founder proudly stands, to the red eaves that hang over the guard office. They overlap with her hazy memories and fills her with a familiarity that eases her nerves.

Building A is still there as well, looking only a little less rundown compared to her building.

(Hers. No matter how lonely, it had been home.)

Sakura looks to the boy at her side; her new haunt, her tether. (Hers.) She still knows nothing about him beyond the name Sasuke. And those red eyes that have faded back to black soot is sure to be a loaded topic, too.

There are many things she wants to ask him, but she decides she’ll take her time learning. The truth is she has nothing but time.

“What?”

She's all giddy from that single glance he spares. Does he have to be so cool from every angle? Her gaze drops to his bloodied knuckles.

“Do your hands hurt?”

“Not really.”

“Did you hurt them breaking into the building?”

“No.”

Sakura tries to contain an amused grin. She can see him being quite a frustrating conversational partner in the future, but for now she’s quite enjoying it. “How did you hurt yourself then?”

He doesn’t say anything for a while, and she can see the cogwheels working rapidly behind his faraway gaze. “Trash disposal,” he tells her, a full ten seconds later that she has to wonder what exactly he’s filtered out before coming to that answer. He pats her head. “Don’t worry about it. I clean up pretty well.”

As they leave the school ground and continue walking in silence, Sakura thinks about the smoke she’s smelled on him. Has she gotten involved with a pretty dangerous person after all?

[thevoidwriting]

Game set match, chess oh all I heard was chest.

It was a beautiful day, sun high, Valent just put the house beach side really nothing could fuck this up.

But then you heard the cheery ring, "darling it's game time my little flower bloom." He waved you over with a wink.

"ok but I get to chose this time, last time it was hide and go fuck." You sigh fed up, what did you really expect he is an Incubus.

You look at the games on the shelves, an old looking one stands out, ordently carved, beautiful beyond belief.

"this one I think ." You pick it up and see it's an old chess board. Weird he never said anything about this normally he love to brag about his collection of old trinkets and such.

You wave him over, he smiles. "So you've chosen, what is it, oh that old thing I can't remember the last time I played." He could but it was to painful.

"it's a chess board, maybe we could play get our minds a work out instead of our bodies this time." You hope this works, probably not but it was worth a try. "Or we could do both strip chess. That way both of us can be happy (Y/N) think you get a mental workout and I get fed win win." So much for that ideas Valent just had to put that in there, or I could win and not fuck him. Big gamble but it might work.

As you set up the board you noticed that it's not black and white pieces but rather Ruby and sapphire pieces, damn this is a fancy board.

He looks fondly at the set "I know that look, one of my darlings made that for me before he realized that forever was to long and walked out of the garden, I miss Dame sometimes." He pet the board.

"That's kinda sweet in it's own right." After I finished setting it up I asked red or blue he picked blue, since red went first, so I moved my pawn forward and stared the game as it progressed I realized I suck compared to him, I mean he's older than dirt but still I would like to think that I have some skill but it's a losing battle I'm in my panties and he's only lost his shirt.

"Check mate, well blossom, you know what time it is. F-e-e-d-i-n-g time~" smug bastard.

So I accept defeat, but ask one question, "why do you only feed from me, why not anyone else?", He moved his head from side to side via tilting. "Because from the moment you entered my garden I could love no one else and because I get a bigger boost of energy." With that he pulled me into his lap and kinda held me for a sec before carrying me off into to bedroom, damn his strength and damn that it's a turn on.

"are you going to feed or just carry me around." I snap cause after ever feeding or breeding session I end up sleeping for 16 hours.

He just hummed and placed me on the bed. Then started to strip him self which wasn't much just a pair of blue sweats. His dick was about 13 inches fully erect and it was about 9.5 inches thick not to easy to take with out prep or even with prep but he has his ways.

After he was done getting the nessassry gear (lube, ball gag if I scream to much, lotion, oils for after care, snacks and bottles of water), he got to removing the rest of my cloths, my bra and panties, then I was as bare to him as I was the day I was born.

"Sweetie you look amazing like this but I think you'll look better fucked silly." There it was the fucking hearts were back in his eyes telling me that he was low on energy to keep human form.

So he started to kiss me and not gonna lie it was kinda nice, our teeth clicked a few times, I bit his lip when I needed air he just kinda moaned but knew what meant, so he started to kiss around my face starting with my cheeks to my ears then my jaw line, he kept going till he hit my color bone to make up (not that his other marks have gone away yet.).

After he was satisfied with the new bloomed points he went to where he bit you to mark you as his and bit down hard enough to draw blood to remark you.

"You look amazing with my bite on you." You could do nothing but moan his pheromones was doing something to your brain. As he moved down to your chest he started to play with your titties starting with the left, taking it in his mouth to play with, nibbling and sucking it once it's nice and perky he moves to the right going the same treatment.

Then moves his left hand down to your slick pussy to check if your ready for the next step and to no surprise you are, so we gathers some slick and starts to play with your clit causing you to moan way to loud and move your hand to cover your mouth or try to the second he sees you try nope his tail grabs your wrists and binds them in place.

"Don't cover your sounds dearest they are too wonderful.~" he's teasing again but you really don't care cause he's moving his fingers to penetrate you, beginning with just his middle till theres no trouble then two and angles it just right to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing spots.

Then goes back to kissing you as if he's not building that knot steadily tighter and trying to make it snap without eating you out not that he'd skip that part.

You end up pulling away as you feel that knot release and bite him on his shoulder as not to scream out as your fluid gushes out on to his hand and bed. You look dazed and blissed out, "really only after that your dazed well will have to make it over stimulationed then." He moves down to your soaked cunt and bares a hungry grin.

Valent pokes he's tongue out to taste your sweet nectar, he hums out happily this is what he wanted and needed, so he drives right on to opening you up with his flexible appendage. Still humming that unknown song so it vibrates with in you so all you do is babble about it's too much or to go deeper honestly your are kinda lost and he's just enjoying his time with you before your reasonable mind comes back and you smack him with a pillow.

But due to your first orgasm of the night your sensitive and your next is just around the corner he can feel the inner walls tighting on his tongue and then the wonderful knot snaps and drinks the nectar you give him with gusto. "Break." You whisper, he nods and grabs a bottle of water for you to hydrate and tells you to sip slowly as he preps himself, a copus amount of lube on his cock, he works it up and down slowly so all you hear is 'pap pap pap' kinda soothing in away.

After you finish your water he just looks at you wiggles his eyebrows and smirks. "Are ya ready darling?" He asks even though your going to say no not yet and he does it anyway, so he get between your thighs and messages them lightly, he grabs his dick and thrusts it's in half way letting you get used to that before he put the rest in as he waits he idly plays with your tits and says this of all things, "you know I think we should have a kid it would be cute you know." How is he not affected I can barely think straight and hes just popping off like we're watching TV.

Before I could finish that thought he thrusts the rest of the way in I could feel him against my curvix, once again he waited thank the gods, this time he didn't pop off and let me breathe after about 5ish minutes he started to move, he made damn sure most of my "oml spots" were hit which made it harder to think and all I was at this point was a breathing cocksleeve. Which did nothing but moan and try to milk him for all he's worth and I'm not even mad this time.

The gentle paps were back but they were getting louder and so was the buzzing in my head, he decided to go faster and somehow breeched my womb and do to his pheromones I ended up cumming and i came hard it gushed on his stomach and cock, the bed was now soaked and that tiped him over the edge and I felt thick, hot creamy lquid inside of me and I kinda criged a bit he laughed at that and let me go (not that I could move with jelly legs Valent) and got more water and snacks then laid down next to me.

"Not my best work but three orgasm is the minimum. You are going to drink this bottle then eat something then you can sleep." He said and winked, the after care started with that I did as he said and then just tucked myself to his chest. "Night Valent." I yawned.

"good night darling, love you so much."

[promptswrites]

BTHB: kneecapped

“Don’t you have something better to do?”

Alec shot Oliver a weird look, his eyes narrowing. “And what on earth do you mean by that?”

Oliver shrugged as he stepped past him and pushed the door open. “I don’t know. You tell me.”

For a guy who’d been begging to become a part of the Ghouls, Alec sure wasn’t showing his gratitude. Oliver just didn’t get it; Alec prioritized everything else but the assignment at hand.

As if the group didn’t have enough lazy freeloaders as was.

They crossed the dim street and headed down it. Even though Oliver had lived on that street for the better part of his young life, he swore he would never get used to the constant noise. Car alarms, drunken yelling, sober fighting, crashing of objects, TVs blasting soap operas way too loud, children crying.

But as soon as the Ghouls got enough money to move the hell away from there, they would. And that was why they were there in the first place.

One simple job; one simple robbery. In and out, fast, quiet, and unseen. Just like any other day.

The only thing that was different was Alec.

Take the new guy, Oliver, he’s skilled. Don’t be such an idiot, Oliver, give him a chance. Quit being such a pussy, Oliver, and toughen up.

Fucking Alec and the charm that had all the higher-ranked members swooning.

“Come on”, Oliver said and glanced at him over his shoulder. He did his utmost best to keep the annoyance from showing in his voice, but he was pretty sure he failed. “You remember where we’re going?”

Alec rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “I remember. God. If we’re gonna do this, can you just shut up? I’m kinda tired listening to you whine like a damn baby all the time.”

“Yeah, maybe I wouldn’t have to whine if you lifted a goddamn finger every once in a while”, Oliver hissed.

What had he done to deserve such a teammate?

“Yeah, and maybe I’d actually—” Alec said but then stopped. His eyes narrowed on Oliver and he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You know what? Nevermind. Let’s just focus on the task.”

“Fine by me”, Oliver said, turning back to the street ahead.

It was going to be a long night.

—

Oliver slid the lockpick out of the lock, drew in a deep breath, and inched the back door open.

Oh, thank God. Disarming the alarm had worked.

He took a quick peek inside — nobody there — and then slipped in, Alec right at his tail.

Hurrying past Oliver, Alec headed further into the pitch black house.

“Hey”, Oliver hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, and grabbed Alec by the shoulder. “You get the door.”

“You’re supposed to—” Alec started.

“Get - the - fucking - door”, Oliver said, yanking Alec back towards himself. “Anyone comes in, you bash their heads in. I’m gonna get the box.”

Even in the near black darkness, Oliver could see Alec’s eyes flame in barely controlled anger. Yet, through gritted teeth and clenched fists he nodded, backing away to the door.

Oliver huffed and walked off.

It didn’t matter what Brie had told them to do. He knew better; leaving finding the right box to Alec was a mistake. That kid could never get anything done, not right.

As long as Alec didn’t act like a stuck up coward, nobody would ever find out Oliver had decided against Brie’s straight orders.

And it wasn’t like Alec would be in any trouble down there. All the Jades were at the funeral in another city, hours away. It didn’t matter who stayed down and who went up.

He snuck through the dark corridor and up the stairs.

The house was big, a mansion more than anything, decorated in all things gold and shiny. The Jade Angels sure loved shoving their wealth in others’ faces.

Fuck them.

Oliver hurried down the second-floor corridor and then through the last door on the right.

Stepping inside, he could tell the intel was right. Rows and rows of shelves filled with antiques, jewelry, rarities, the sort.

But none of that was why he was there. No, the jewelry, the antiques, it was all pocket change compared to the real thing.

The Winter Egg. Priced at nearly ten million dollars, that was their ticket out.

The mansion was usually a fortress with tens of guards and even more Jades just posting around. The leader’s funeral was a one in a lifetime chance.

And it wasn’t hard to figure out where the egg was.

At the very end of the room stood a safe, protecting its treasures with three combination locks and walls as thick as Oliver’s arm.

Oliver grinned as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Miss Candy hadn’t visited the Jades just to satisfy their dirtiest needs; she’d walked away with the codes to the safe and a promise of half of all they’d earn by breaking in.

He opened the notes in his phone, hurried over to the safe, and—

A scream.

Oliver flinched back and up, his blood skipping over a beat. What the hell had that been?

Something crashed and someone shot a gun.

Shit. He couldn’t trust Alec to even watch the door?

Tossing his phone back into his pocket, he hurried back into the corridor outside. That goddamn kid, he really couldn’t do one, simple task on his own?

There was a cry and a grunt, followed by a short-lived scream.

Oliver’s heart picked up the pace as he rushed down the stairs, hopping three at once. He drew his gun out and stopped at the bottom, quickly taking in the situation—

Alec on his back on the floor, sobbing and whining.

One dead guy. A Jade. Two guys still alive. Jades, too.

“Hey!” Oliver snapped, brought his gun up, and pulled the trigger.

The other Jade was dead before he hit the floor. The other one gasped and flinched back, desperate to take cover, but Oliver was faster.

He’d always be faster.

As the second guy hit the floor, dead, the rumble of an approaching car made Oliver’s head snap up and at the general direction of the front door.

Shit. They shouldn’t have been back so soon!

“Come on”, Oliver said, pushing down the anger flaming in his chest. Oh, that goddamn Alec, he’d done something, hadn’t he? “Let’s go.”

Oliver hurried over to Alec and past him to the back door, pushing it open with his shoulder. He stepped outside and—

“Wait, I can’t—” Alec yelled after him, his voice breaking into a wet gasp at the final word. “I can’t walk. They— They busted my knee. They—”

Oliver froze.

What did I do to deserve this idiot?

The approaching car’s headlights illuminated the mansion from the other side.

Ah, shit.

“Fine”, Oliver hissed and darted back to Alec. He crouched next to him, wrapping his arms around Alec’s back, and met his bloodshot eyes. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be”, Alec said and laughed airily through a sob, closing his eyes. He threw his other arm around Oliver’s neck and nodded. “Let’s go.”

He couldn’t drown a scream as they stood up. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter, his body trembling and shaking as he bit down on his lip and silenced himself.

Oliver held him tight. “Come on, we gotta be quick.”

-- 

Oliver dropped the phone onto the grass and turned his gaze to Alec’s flushed face. “They’re coming, alright? It’s not gonna take long.”

Alec nodded his head up and down, tears streaming down his cheeks. He still refused to open his eyes — was the pain really that bad, even lying down?

“Let me see”, Oliver said and sighed, turning slightly around on the soft grass to get a better view of the newbie’s knees. He reached his hand out to touch his leg—

“Don’t”, Alec gasped and snapped his hand up, snatching Oliver by the wrist. His fingernails dug into Oliver’s skin. “Don’t touch me. Don’t. It’s… God, it’s bad.”

“What the fuck did they do to you?” Oliver asked, pulling his hand away from Alec’s legs.

Alec still didn’t let go, though.

“I knocked one of them down and focused on another one, but then the— The first one hit me with something”, he said, his breath coming out in sharp gasps between every two, three words. “I couldn’t even fucking dodge.”

Oliver eyed him as Alec finally opened his eyes and laughed. There wasn’t a lot of humor in his tone.

“Maybe you were right”, Alec said, shaking his head ever so slightly as he stared up into the night sky. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this job.”

You think?

Oliver grimaced but stayed quiet. Brie was already gonna kill Alec for what had happened; he didn’t need any more shit from anyone else.

Besides, there was something about the whole situation that made Oliver… He wasn’t even sure. Feel bad, maybe? He had told Alec to stay at the door, after all. This was his fault.

“I mean, I know that you hate me. And that’s fine, seriously, I don’t care what you think of me”, Alec continued, his voice quiet. “I know I am a fuckup. That’s all everybody’s ever told me, anyways.”

Oliver couldn’t help the sting of discomfort stabbing through his chest.

What the hell was this kid on about? A fuckup was playing it up a little.

“I know I haven’t been doing much, and I know this isn’t an excuse, but I just… Didn’t want to cause more problems for you guys”, Alec said. A pathetic attempt of a smile rose on his lips and he huffed, closing his eyes again. “You gave me a home. A fresh start in life. Food, clothes, friends. And all I can give in return is trouble. So I just… decided that I shouldn’t do anything. At least if I didn’t do anything, I’d never cause problems, right?”

Oliver bit down on his lip as he turned his gaze upwards, to the dark night sky.

“Brie’s gonna kick me out after this, isn’t she? I fucked up”, he said. “I just… I just hope she won’t. I have nowhere else to go. Not anymore.”

Oh, shit.

Oliver closed his eyes as he breathed in, a band tightening around his chest. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

“Listen”, he finally said, and looked down again. Alec met his gaze, still holding his wrist. “Take your time, alright? Even if you take some time to get used to this shit, the Ghouls aren’t going anywhere. And about Brie…”

Oliver grimaced.

“I was the one who was supposed to be the lookout, right? So what happened is basically my fault anyways”, he said, eyeing the newbie’s widening eyes. “You just focus on getting that knee fixed up, alright? Let me worry about the rest.”

[claitynroberts]

Captain Hook & Rapunzel

Part 1 of 3 —> Part 2 Part 3

Description: Reader insert; multi-part oneshot. The reader has been a member of Team Free Will for a year now. During an unexpected lull in jobs recently, you, Sam, Dean and Cas decide to attend Jo’s themed birthday party. During the events of the night, cards are shown and things definitely take an unexpected turn.

Author’s Note: This fic was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and her Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge, and it is my first ever reader insert, as well as SPN fanfic. I’ve tried so hard to authentically portray the beautiful characters of the series, but I’m only human so please bear with me! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Contains: angst, some language, fluff, potential bad decisions, physical fighting/violence

Warnings: physical violence, taking advantage of a drunk female (the reader) is mentioned but never acted on thanks to a big muscular hunk ;)

If you find any other triggers that may affect readers please let me know and I’ll add them here

Word Count (parts 1-3): 7,106...sorry, it’s so long :D

*This pic isn’t mine, credit to the owners and Google images.

You had been a member of Team Free Will for some time now. Long enough to fall into a comfortable, yet predictable, routine with the boys. Research, road trip, more research, gank, repeat. Like washing your hair, or winning the nightly games of rock, paper, scissors with Dean when y’all fought over the bed in the motel room, it became second nature.

You and Sam had become pretty close during this time, especially since you both enjoyed the more brainiac side of things. Cas even seemed to enjoy your quiet company; it was the precarious friendship with Dean that could make things uncomfortable sometimes. It’s not that you two didn’t get along, but sometimes the bond you shared felt as if it went substantially deeper than either of you let on.

The strange lull in paranormal sightings and jobs recently was odd; and to say it was taking its toll was an understatement. As much as you enjoyed spending time with Sam and Dean, you had spent more idle time with the boys in the bunker over the last couple weeks than you ever have. It was beginning to strain the friendships between each of you.

To pass time, you and Sam had spent time together digging through old files, inventorying artifacts and cursed objects, and even brushing up on the obscure lore the Men of Letters left behind. Whenever the dust got to you and caused your allergies to act up, you would spend some time with Dean cleaning and oiling guns or helping tune up Baby. You even had a Netflix binge session with Cas one time, although you had to explain to him that ‘no, watching Grey’s anatomy did not train you to be a real doctor’ no matter how real it seemed.

On this particular day though, you had decided to spend some much needed time alone listening to music and catching up on your very large ‘to be read’ pile. Toward the halfway point of the dusty tome you liked to call ‘light reading,’ sleep began to pull at the edges of your consciousness. The soft rock on the radio combined with the heady scent of the musty pages lulled you into a light doze. About the time you decided to let go and surrender to the tide of sleep, allowing it to pull you under its soft current, the phone began buzzing. Loudly.

A tortured groan fell from your lips as you roused yourself enough to locate the damn thing. Pulling the phone out from under your hip you noticed Jo’s name on the screen.

“Girl, I love you and all, but you just called as I was drifting off into what was probably going to be the best nap of my life,” you grumble-whined into the receiver.

“Sorry, not sorry,” came her clear voice. “You think every nap is going to be the best nap of your life,” she shot back with mirth.

“Well, if I keep getting interrupted how am I supposed to be able to compare them, huh?” You said, using your most logical sounding, matter-of-fact voice.

“Listen, just give me two minutes, then you can return to your nap.” You could practically see her eyes roll.

“Fine. Your time starts now.”

“As you know my birthday is this weekend. So I am going to have a party. You, Sam, Dean, and Cas are invited.”

“Alright.” Sigh. “Do you need us to bring anything? Booze, food, boozy-food…” you replied with a giggle at your own joke.

“No smart-ass. Mom and I have it covered. Be at the Roadhouse Friday night around nine.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” You said, pantomiming a mock salute, although you knew she couldn’t see it.

“Oh! Before I forget. It’s a costume party. Theme is Modern Fairytales. Be sure to tell the boys.”

“I will never understand your obsession with costumes.” You groaned as your rubbed your thumb and index fingers across your forehead.

“It’s kinda like a scaled down Halloween in April.” She said.

“Alright, we’ll be there.” You replied, huffing an exasperated sigh,

“In costume!”

“Yes, in costume.” You acquiesced.

“Good! See y’all then!” Her voice was so chipper you could hear her face splitting smile, as she hung up and the line went dead.

You sat up and texted the guys, Family meeting. Kitchen. 5 minutes, and carefully placed the thick book on your nightstand. Switching off the radio as you walked out the door and toward the kitchen.

Padding down the hallway, you made it to the kitchen before the rest of the crew, your stomach growling very loud. Geez, I guess I shouldn’t have skipped lunch. Opening the pantry you noticed your favorite snack, (Y/snack of choice), was up on one of the higher shelves. This place was not designed with average size humans in mind, you thought. Raising up on your tiptoes and stretching out the rest of your body did nothing to help the situation, especially since you could just barely touch the corner of the package. Struggling to retrieve your bounty, you didn’t notice the figure behind you until he reached up and retrieved your snacks; his chest brushing the side of your arm and his wrist grazing your fingertips.

Startled, you whirled toward the intruder and let out a small yelp, soliciting a grin from him. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You yelled, smacking him in the chest.

Feigning offense, he raised the snacks higher, “Oh, so you want me to just put these back, then?” He stopped in midair and quirked an eyebrow.

“Dean, no! I haven’t eaten all day, and all I want is my (snack of choice). Plus, that’s not where I left them, so some titan around here must have gotten into them.”

He threw his head back and let out a bellowing laugh as he handed you the package. “Titans. That was a clever one, (y/n).” Still grinning he leaned against the counter and set to work wiping the grease off his hands with the towel he was holding. “Of all the things we’ve ever been called, Titans was not one of them if I remember correctly.” He looked at you with a smirk, his eyes crinkling with mischief. “Weren’t titans devilishly handsome and well endowed in the...ahem...height department?” His eyebrow quirked up again, his flirtatious words making a scarlet blush rise to your cheeks. God, he was so attractive; not that you’d ever let him know that.

“I think that’s all wishful thinking,” you spat back while rolling your eyes. “Where are the other two at?”

He cleared his throat. “I think Sam is heading up from the archives, and Cas was watching something on Netflix last I checked.” His half smirk dropped and his eyes became heavy with concern as he remembered why he was called to the kitchen, “what’s up with the abrupt family meeting?”

“Nothing bad, I promise.” You raised your hand as if testifying in court.

With that sentence, all the tension left his face. The furrow between his eyes disappeared, and he relaxed his jaw which he had unknowingly been clenching. As you completed an inventory of him, watching his shoulders become less strained and his posture relax, you met his magnetic green eyes. They held yours for longer than you expected, deep green piercing into (y/ec), causing the moment to become charged with all the tension that had been building between the two of you for some time now. You were glad you had walked to the other side of the room earlier and put the kitchen table between you two; you’re not quite sure what would have happened in that moment had you been beside him. His body always beckoned you to touch him, always left you wondering what it would feel like to be wrapped up in his strong arms. To feel the short strands of his hair slide between your fingers as his lips crashed down on yours, molding to the shape of them.

The tension built and the visions of fantasy kept coursing on until a soft cough broke the two of you from your intense staring competition. “Ahem.” Someone cleared their throat from the kitchen doorway, breaking the spell and jolting you out of your reverie. You turned to see it was Sam and Cas, both of them looking at the two of you with inquisitive looks. “Did we interrupt something,” Sam asked, trying to contain his smirk. Appreciating his attempt to remain somewhat nonchalant.

Embarrassed you buried your face in your snack bag, attempting to hide your blush. Peeking up through your lashes you saw Dean rub the back of his neck with his right hand, and turn toward the cabinets to retrieve a glass, which he quickly filled up with water from the tap.

“Well, that’s not weird,” said Cas.

Chuckling, Sam agreed. Still looking between the two of you, but deciding to leave the awkward moment for later, he asked, “so why did we need a family meeting?”

“Oh! Jo is having a birthday party this Friday; and we are all invited.” You replied as nonchalantly as possible.

“That’s it?” Asked Dean. “I was in the middle of changing Baby’s oil. This could have waited for later, (y/n).” His voice was gruff and aggravated as he feigned outrage for interrupting his alone time with the classic Impala. To undiscerning ears he would have genuinely sounded angry, but you knew him better than that. He was attempting to save face by making it sound like he had better things to do than stand around the kitchen with you.

Rolling your eyes at him and his weird obsession with his car, you went on. “There’s one catch. It’s a themed party.”

“Huh-uh. No way am I dressing up to attend her birthday party.” Dean said adamantly.

“Okay, first of all, Dean, we all know you’re a closet nerd and secretly love LARPing. This is no different. Second of all, her theme is ‘Modern Fairytales’ so we have to come dressed as a modern interpretation of a fairytale character. Third of all, we are all going in costume. No ifs, ands, or buts.” Sometimes the only way to get through to these three lunk-heads was to put your foot down, hard.

“Dean, she’s right,” Sam agreed with a smothered chuckle, “and it sounds like fun.”

“I’m not sure what any of that means, but I am in as well,” said Cas.

“I’ve already got my costume planned.” You said to Dean, raising your eyebrow.

“Fine.” He replied, unhappily. “I’ll wear a costume. What are you two thinking of going as?” He jerked his chin at Sam and Cas.

“Nope.” You interrupted. “No stealing ideas. No piggybacking. No talking about costumes in general until we are ready to go to her party. Got it?”

“Fine”. All three of them replied at once.

This was going to make for an interesting evening, that was for sure.

——

Friday night finally came around, and you couldn’t deny it—you were pretty excited to see what the boys came up with. You had decided you were going to go as modern Rapunzel, your character being loosely based on the Disney version instead of the original tale. Since she was a sweet, sheltered girl, you thought a modern day version would wear a pretty floral sundress. The dress you chose was a pale pink color, trimmed in lace, with a beautiful pattern of cherry blossoms on the skirt and bodice; a white pair of ballerina flats adorned your feet, and a blonde waist length wig covered up your (y/hc) hair. After you had checked and double checked your outfit, you decided you were still missing something. After you thought for a minute you realized what it was.

Down in the kitchen you were rummaging through the cabinet beside the stove attempting to find the smaller skillet you knew you could carry around for an evening. As you were stooped down digging through the various pots and pans, Dean quietly walked up behind you, unbeknownst to you. “Let me guess, Cinderella?”

You raised up abruptly smacking the back of your head against the cabinet opening. “Son of a bitch,” you groaned as you retreated from the storage space with your pan. “No I’m not Cinderella,” you said rubbing the goose egg forming on the top of your skull. “And what is it with you always sneaking up on me?”

“What can I say,” he shrugged. “I’m silent but deadly.”

“You know you just compared yourself to a fart, right,” you asked as you turned around.

While he was silently contemplative, mouth gaping like a fish as he remembered the conversation and attempted to come up with a retort to explain it away, you got a look at him in his costume. Dark wash, nearly black jeans adorned his beautiful bow legs. He wore a dark maroon shirt, untucked, with the top two buttons unfastened and covered by a black leather jacket. His dark emerald eyes were rimmed in a line of kohl, and a ruby earring adorned his left ear. On his left hand, was a shiny silver hook with a black leather cuff; his trusty Colt 1911 strapped into a shoulder holster in lieu of a sword. The breath caught in your throat as you took in how attractively badass he looked.

Giving up on his internal dialogue, he asked, “Alright, Blondie, who are you supposed to be, then?” His words broke through the mental fog brought on by his presence.

“Rapunzel. Obviously.” You said as you brandished your frying pan at him.

“Gesundheit.”

“Smart ass.” You rolled your eyes. It’s a wonder they haven’t become stuck in the back of your head. “Where is your brother and Clarence, hmm?” You asked affectionately using Meg’s nickname for Cas; as the words left your lips you heard Sam and Cas arguing as they approached the kitchen doorway.

“Cas, I don’t think you understand the theme here,” Sam was finishing as they entered the room.

“You explained it to me and now I understand perfectly,” he began, “we are supposed to dress as modern interpretations of fairytale characters.” He looked between the three of you. “Dean is obviously Captain Hook, (y/n) is Cinderella, you are Prince Eric, and I am Aladdin.”

Sam facepalmed, and you spoke up, “Umm, I’m actually Rapunzel, Cas.” He looked at you confused, so you didn’t bother to elaborate on the finer points of fairytale/Disney lore. “How are you dressed like Aladdin?”

“Aladdin was a street urchin who stole in order to feed himself and his primate friend Abu. Street urchins today look like anyone else, just like he resembled the people surrounding him. Thus, by wearing my usual attire, I am Aladdin.” He grinned in self-satisfaction.

Your eyes became wide, a retort on the tip of your tongue, when you locked eyes with Dean; his expression telling you explaining things to Cas would take more time and energy than it was really worth. You let the subject drop. Looking over at Sam you realized he pulled off a great modern rendition of Prince Eric. He had on salmon colored shorts that fell a couple inches above the knee, boat shoes, a white oxford button down with the sleeves rolled up, and a navy colored sweater tied across his shoulders. A pair of Ray-bans covered his eyes and a captain’s hat sat atop his luscious mane of hair. Around his neck hung a sign with the words, “Have you seen Ariel,” written on it. You stifled a giggle, “nice costume there Sam.”

He grinned in thanks.

“Well, then. Should we blow this popsicle joint?” Dean asked with reluctance.

[creepypasta-fandom-is-trash]

Fighting

This one is a bit angstier, but here’s another @asktehslenderbros inspired fic full of cool Slender craziness. 

The manor rumbles under the feet of the visiting monsters in the Slender manor. Dust falls from the ceiling like fairy dust as the very foundation of the building is vibrated. Stormy weather can be seen from every window as the house continues to be battered from the inside.

This chaos, however, doesn't affect the day-to-day lives of the temporary inhabitants of the Slender house. Some of the more frequently visiting members are calm, their expressions melted into boredom as they continue on with their lives like normal people. Younger and less experienced monsters cower and awkwardly shamble away from the noises. Crashes and banging thunders through the manor hallways, startling even the most ghastly of creatures. Books are shaken from dusty shelves as a cracking noise rips through the air. The library floor in particular has become rather messy, different desk toys, books, papers, and pencils alike have fallen to the ground in heaps. Two figures rest on a large sofa in the center of the room. One, an emerald-eyed young man, looks up with a disturbed look in his eye.

"Jeff?" The man asks, elbowing the raven-haired being beside him. 

"Yeah Liu?" Jeff replies, mindlessly gnawing on his thumbnail while trailing his eyes along the pages of the book in his hand. The emerald-eyed man seems confused at his brothers nonchalance.

"Is this kind of thing normal?" Liu whispers, as if the walls themselves are going to attack him for mentioning the noises. 

"Yeah." Jeff grumbles, clearly unhappy with having his reading interrupted "Just ignore it, man." Liu's brow creases in frustration as he stares at his pale brother's uncaring head. 

"But... how??" Liu growls, cringing as another loud crash sounds through the house. A few books fall from a shelf across the room as Jeff slowly shifts in his spot, choosing to lean back against the couch's armrest. 

"You just do, man, you just...do."

"You don't care about this family!" 

A loud crash follows the cry as an end table is thrown across the room. The wood cracks and splinters as it slams against the wall and falls to the floor in a crumpled heap. The man who threw the table, a tall colorfully-clad creature, is hunched over defensively. His chest heaves with anger as he looks at his brothers. The Splendorman was never known to get like this, but his brothers aren't scared or shocked in the slightest. Family arguments bring out the worst in them, after all. A trenchcoat-covered creature scoffs as he glares into the fireplace. 

"It's not like this can be considered much of a family" Offenderman growls, staring into the fire like it's going to fix everything. Behind him the Trenderman can be seen standing next to the remains of a chair, his head tilted down to stare at the smartphone in his hand. 

"Family shmamily," the Trenderman grumbles, "It's not like it's important. You all never care about me, so why should I care about you?" The Splendorman lets out a disgusted gasp at his brother's statement, glaring harshly at the uncaring fashionista. 

"we never care about you?? Who the fuck do you think sat and listened to all your Shitty ideas when we were kids, huh? HUH?" the Splendorman snarls, approaching his brother rapidly and getting into the Trenderman's space. The Slenderman, who was previously staring out the window wishing for aliens to come and abduct him and save him from his family, lets out a surprised gasp. 

"Splendor." Slenderman hushes "You need to settle down, you're not being yourself." 

"Settle Down?" Offender huffs, standing up and facing his younger brother "Settle down??  Yeah,  'settle down' says the guy who just threw a god damn desk at the wall." Offender points to the large shattered form of what used to be a decently-sized desk. Tendrils flail wildly from the Splendorman as he is reminded of the broken desk and why they're there. Trenderman puts away his phone, crossing his arms and glaring at the Slenderman. Offender remains firm, refusing to break his gaze from Slender's. The air thickens around the enraged ancient creatures as their respective tendrils swarm and writhes around them angrily.

It should be noted that in the center of this angry chaos is a singular unharmed armchair.

On this armchair is an equally unharmed Eyeless Jack. 

Now the ocularly-impaired man hadn't wanted to be yanked out of bed to moderate a full-fledged sibling war today, but it's not like he was given a choice on the matter. Looking around, EJ inwardly grieves for the broken furniture, shattered glass, and torn papers littering the floor under the brothers' feet. Jack sips from the spiked juice box in his hand, turning up the volume on his iPod so that the lovely notes to "Dear Theodosia" are louder than the tension filling the air. A loud thump emits from his right, causing Jack to cringe as he prepares for the mental anguish that is several creatures screaming telepathically at each other. 

"How DARE you come to MY house and come into MY office and then demand for ME to care about your worthless NONSENSE!" the Slenderman snarls, pointing accusingly at Splendor. A deep, demonic tone enters Slender's otherwise smooth voice, they all hear it, they know what it means. 

"It's not WORTHLESS! We only have each other! I know Trendy and Offendy are pushed out of your life. when are you going to push me out too??" Splendy cries, his voice cracking angrily. The sensation of being watched becomes apparent to Jack as he slowly lifts his head to gaze at Offenderman. 

"So why are you even here?" Offender whispers to the eyeless creature. In reply, EJ takes another sip of spiked juice and shrugs. Trendy shouts something unintelligible in the background and turns away dramatically, of course, this does not faze the Offenderman or Eyeless. 

"Oh," Offender hums, "You just don't give a shit. I wish I had that quality." Jack nods, going to take another sip of probably-not-juice only to realize that the box is empty.

Maybe he's bored of the conversation, maybe he's just weird, but Offender decides to watch Eyeless as he wordlessly stands from the chair. Said chair is then picked up by the Splendorman and thrown unceremoniously out the window with an ear-splitting crash. 

"Oh yeah, Splendy, like VIOLENCE is gonna solve anything here!" Trendy mocks, his tone turning sarcastic quickly "but wait! our dear big brother uses violence. So I guess it's just fine and fucking dandy! Huh Slenderman???" Slender's mouth twists angrily under the thick layer of skin covering his head, sharp teeth grinding against each other as Slender slowly loses control of himself. Static fills EJ's earbuds as he calmly turns to watch the Slenderman slip out of control. 

" H͍͚̮͋̑̈́ô͔ͩ͗w͔͋ͥ̌̑̋ ͦ̎ͫ̐̆d̳̜̹͚͖̑̇͒͛̅aͤr̼̲̭̞͖̿ͦẹ͍͇͚ͨ̋ͣ̈́ ̜̯̣͉̞̫͚̍͊y͖͎̺͈o̼̼͔̯̘̓ͅu̻̯͉͐̾̈́̍ ͥ̃͋s̀͆̚aͮ̿ͬŷ͒͛ ̼̮ͭͮ̃̓̄t͔̐̿h̰̜̲̺̬͖å͉̦̥̥͉̠̂ͨ̔t̗̙̤̍̍̿̄ͩ ͕͇̗͕̉͌ͣto͔̣̘̭̜͇ ̩̟̤ͣ̇͋më͔́̌̃ͨ̌?̣̈́̏ͧ̎̍ ͛Y͔͈̟̳͔̦̅͑̓̎͌o̻̻̻̐u͈̘̦͎̓ͥ̋̉ ͉̭̙̞̖ͪͅi̹̤̖̭͓̞͌͐ͣ͋̌ͤg͍̩̲̪̼̐ň̰̦̄̃̃ͤ̽o̼̫͍̝̦̙̤ͮ̉r̗̱̬̼̫̩̅̽̂a̍n̼͇̲̪̗̍t̑̓͐ͬ,̻̠̮̭ ̹͇̼̻͔͂̆ͪw̝̤̠̖̭ͧ͌͗̂ͤ̚oͯr͇̖̺͉̟͉̩ͮͩ́ͬ̾̈́t̞͍͉̮͍̯̮ͭ͗̌͑̅̾̿h̪̳̠̐l̖̮͖͎͉͖ͬe̫s͐̈s͓̆̌ͧͫͧ̾̔ͅ,̹̼̺̦̭͆ͧ̅͊́ ̞̯̙͙͖̰̈ṳ̞̞̣͖͇̦͂̎̀̾̏s̙̣͚̥̣̗ͧ̿͊̓̊̎e̻͌ͮ̀l̃̏̈̇̑̏e̠̜̟̣ͫ̄͂ͦ̔̚s̯̪̝̼̍̍ͨͅs͕͙̭̟̯̅ͭ ̲̭̤̳͚̌ͮ̌͊s̠̙ͦͧͅa͚̪̹̋ͯc͗̋ͯk͔̊̽ ̫̲̝̊o͈̬̪̭̎͂̈́̿f͗͑̍̔.̭͚̅̈̉͊̉.̭̣́̎̍ͅ" The Slenderman is cut off by a soft tugging at his pant leg. Looking down, he can see the comparatively tiny form of EJ pulling at his trouser leg like a small child. Rage slowly slips away as a crushing realization falls onto Slender's head like a bucket of ice water. 

The Operator had almost made an appearance. 

Shame and disappointment fill the Slenderman as he looks around at his brothers. All they did when they came here was ask for him to talk to them. Splendy felt that Slender was shutting everyone out, and to prove that he wasn't doing that, Slender decided to then...shut everyone out. 

"I'm... sorry." Slender hums, bowing his head in shame as his brothers all settle down. 

"It's fine." Offender replies, receiving nods of agreement from the other two brothers. 

Silence. 

"Hey, I hate to break things up, but do you have any more juice?"