#gripping him bc. shoulder pain killing me

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[kooberryfields4ever]

CLOSER (TO YOU)

small jungkook bang bang sex time as my first official non-nsfw-alphabet post teehee………. i miss this man soooo bad guys it’s close to killing me😭😭😭😭 i was looping closer to you on the train when i thought this up bc the song just ignited something heady and hot and fast in my brain nd i needed to get it down!!!!!!!!! i hope u all enjoy……. i’m also working on sfw/longer fics so bare with me through the seemingly unending nsfw while i do😭😭

i really recommend listening to closer to you while you read to properly discern the DESPERATIONNNN behind this fic

wc: 1402

content warnings : smut below the cut, pwp, cunnilingus, piv sex, creampie, no dialogue!

MDNI !

You and Jungkook are fighting to release each other’s lips as you fumble your way through the front door. He kicks it shut, pressing you firmly against the wood as his hands find purchase at your waist, gripping tightly. He’s straining against his trousers, like the way you can feel your panties dampening under your silk dress. He’s expertly licking into your mouth, hungrily, suckling on your tongue and drawing moans out of you. You pull away to breathe a little, giggling with your head thrown back against the door at both of your determination. Jungkook chuckles in suit, attaching his lips to your neck sweetly as you expose your neck to him. His fingers dig further into your skin when he presses his hips into you - you gasp at the feeling of his hardened length pressing into your pelvis. His kisses are slow as he trails them up and down from your jaw to your collar; he nibbles gently, hand sliding up to caress the side of your tit. You sigh. Jungkook pulls back for a second, eyes on your body as both of his hands dance slowly down the length of your dress, scrunching it up to reveal your heat to him, slowly. He observes you, a dark glint in his eye as your chest heaves with desire. You watch as he sinks to the floor, his eyes boring holes into your skin. 

The moan that leaves your throat is crude as Jungkook attaches his lips to your clothed cunt, tongue running along the folds. You clench your eyes shut when he pushes his nose into you, goosebumps raising on your skin when it presses against your clit. He holds the length of your dress up against your hip, nuzzling into your pussy like a man starved, and you throw your leg up and over his shoulder when he taps your thigh. You can barely see him, his face covered by the red silk of your dress, but you can feel when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and he drags them down slowly. He’s quick to dive back in when your pussy his finally exposed to him, his ministrations fast and desperate as he licks into your cunt with the same fervour he had when kissing you. Your hands fly to grip his scalp, bucking into him as your panties slide further down and he takes it into his own hands to pull them off you completely. His hands slide up from your calf to your thigh, before joining his mouth at your entrance. He plunges his middle finger in deep, to the knuckle, curling it against the spongy walls of your insides with precision. The noises he’s making are dirty, wet in way you can’t describe. He sucks expertly at your clit, finger pushing in and out repeatedly as you cream around him.

When a second finger slides into you, you feel your body curl into itself, your grip on his scalp tightening. Jungkook hisses, taking the stinging pain in stride as he continues mouth-fucking you. He pumps his fingers as deep as they can go, brushing against your g-spot almost teasingly, drawing moan after moan from your lips. You can feel your resolve beginning to break, the band holding you from climax bending aggressively before snapping, sending you hurling into an orgasm. Your walls pulse around Jungkook’s fingers as he fucks you through it, kissing and licking at your folds and clit while you come down. When you begin to twitch from overstimulation, he finally pulls out, standing up to loom back over you before taking his fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks your essence from his knuckles gently, his free hand moving back to your hip to press himself against you once again. You close your eyes, the bulge of his hardened member pressing into you erotically. You can barely move.

It's unsurprising when Jungkook picks you up in your daze, swinging you over his shoulder unceremoniously as he carries you to his bedroom. The passion from before still lingers when he throws you down as gently as he can, crawling over you. His mouth finds yours once again, reigniting the flame within your belly as you moan into his mouth. He smirks. Your hands fumble at his belt, parting from him as you desperately work against the buckle and his zip. He shoves them down, alongside his underwear, and shrugs them off, resuming his position over you to press his lips against yours. His dick presses against your thigh.

He’s gentler with your clothes, fingers tucking under the thin straps of your dress delicately, letting them fall off your shoulders as he presses kiss after kiss onto your mouth. He leans back from you for only a second to grip at the hem and pull the fabric over your head, exposing you to him finally. He sighs happily. Sems unable to detach himself from your lips, diving back in to taste you hungrily, yet tenderly. You gasp when his finger finds your bra strap, pinging it against your skin with a breathy chuckle, urging you to sit up a little while his hands unclasp it from the back. He sits back this time, keen to watch as you slide the bra off your chest slowly, your breasts drooping from the cups. He watches for a short while, his eyes darting between your tits, watching your nipples grow impossibly harder from the chill in the air as they’re exposed.

You lay back. He tilts his head a little, still sat up as he reaches down to take one of your breasts in his large hand, thumb rolling over your nipple fondly. His touch is achingly slow, finger joining his thumb to pinch you, and you sigh. He finally knocks himself out of his trance when he feels his dick twitch, and watches you observe before leaning back over you to kiss you once again. You clench around nothing when his length presses against your skin again, moaning as he grabs it and jabs his tip into your clit teasingly. He allows himself to thrust between your dripping folds a few times, lubing himself up before aligning himself with your entrance and pushing in, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. His thrusts are immediately desperate, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he drives into you quickly. Your hands fly around the back of his head, pressing him into your shoulder as you both moan. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, fingers sure to bruise as he pounds himself into you, unrelenting when you clench and groan and scratch at his back. He presses a chaste kiss to your collar, hands dropping to your thighs to help lift your hips ever so slightly off the bed to push himself even deeper. Your eyes widen, his tip prodding at your cervix deliciously with every thrust.

When his breathing becomes heavier against your skin, you can tell he’s close. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously. Jungkook practically growls when he feels you tighten around him, your walls pushing him out as your climax nears. He lifts his head up from your shoulder, eyes dark with desire when he fixes his gaze on you and dives into your lips for a final time. You kiss him back with equal fervour, fingers dancing expertly across your nub as Jungkook pile-drives into your pussy. His free hand comes up to play desperately with your tit, squeezing the flesh and rolling his palm against your hardened nipple. It’s enough to send you over the edge once more, your breath hitching against his unstopping lips as your cunt clenches tightly around him over and over. He presses his forehead against yours, lifting your hips even higher with a grunt as his own hips stutter. His eyes search yours desperately, brows furrowed when he buries himself to the hilt and lets out a shaky breath, cum flooding your womb as he makes short thrusts at your cervix. He swallows, and you watch him carefully as he lets go of your thigh, pulling out and collapsing beside you.

You can feel his cum dribble pathetically out of your entrance, his loud snores permeating through the air. You chuckle, pulling him closer to you and nestling into his chest. Cleaning up can come later.

a/n 🗒️ tysm for reading !!!!!! all ur support n likes n reblogs mean the world to me🥺 pls dont be shy to send me asks/requests if u want i am completely open to anything even if u just wanna talk !!!!

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

Can you do a damsel in distress reader with maybeee re4r Leon? Need to be saved by this man🙏🏼

OH I LOVE THIS🤭

Summary: RER4 Leon saves reader from when they got captured by the monks in the castle. (Sticking to the game lore bc I love the concept of it) so basically, you’re Ashley.

Warning: reader is gender neutral, short, no smut, no angst, just vibes. SFW.

A/N: imma clean up my account😔 I feel like I can be more aesthetic but lowkey I like how silly my acc already looks

Leon had told you to run so you did. How did this even happen? Leon had led you two out of the maze and into the long decorated hallways on the castle. Then proceeded to lead the two of your further into the castle until a group of zealots, or monks, began to surround you two, screaming phrases in Spanish like “agarradlo!”

“Quick! Get behind me!” He yelled to you as he put his hand out to cover you and push you back. He took out his gun and began to shoot left and right.

When you first encountered Leon, he had told you to duck down whenever he shoots so he wouldn’t accidentally shoot you. And trying to survive, you listened to him. Every time he would point his gun and you were in front of him, he would yell “Y/n get down!”

So it was really unexpected when a monk, tall with its black robes covering its entire body- including the face and head- took hold of your waist and hoisted you up to its shoulder. You screamed in defiance and tried to break free from the monk’s grasp but to no avail. Leon had been too busy shooting the zealots that had weapons and were ready to plunge at him.

“Leon!”

It wasn’t until he heard your voice that something flipped in him. His head turned towards your direction so fast, his neck pained but he didn’t care. He saw the way the monk had captured you and began to take you away and he couldn’t let that happen- not when he promised you that he would bring you back home. He shot the zealots left and right, mostly trying to aim for the head but often times he’d use his combat knife too.

Blood splattered across his skin as he killed those who tried to stop him from rescuing you. He dashed through the dimly lit hallway and shot the zealot that had been holding you hostage.

He didn’t aim for the head as he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, instead he aimed for the monk’s knee and shot. The monk fell to one knee but still held a strong grip around you. Leon ran up to the zealot and kicked its head with his foot. His strength was like no other. The zealot recoiled to the floor and let go of you. You fell to the floor with a small thud as you closed your eyes tightly in fear.

Leon walked up to the cultist now laying on the floor and with a swift motion he took out his combat knife and stabbed its neck. Blood seeping through its neck and towards the knife as the life began to leave the zealot. Leon sighed in relief before he stood up and walked over to check on you. He crouched down to his knees and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, “You okay?” He asked in his deep voice. A voice that was full of concern but determination.

You slowly sat up and nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.” But you weren’t fine. You hated this situation more than anything, you don’t even know how you ended up in Spain. Right in the middle of nowhere. It seems as if bad luck always has had a way of finding you. All you wanted to do was to go home.

Leon was no fool, he knew. But he didn’t press on it. You were strong, although you didn’t believe him. He put his hands around your arms and gently pulled up from the ground, “Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice was a little bit quieter and softer, as if he knew the real answer already. But you, stubborn as you are, nodded your head and decided to just keep moving, “Yeah, I’m okay. We should get moving,” Leon nodded and began to lead you two further down the castle.

You couldn’t help but feel like he really is your knight in shining armor, always coming to help when you need it. He looked at you with soft eyes every time he saved you, eyes full of care and worry. He cares for you.

[soggyriceee]

Moth To A Flame | Konig

{ more weeknd inspired smut bc why the hell not?}

Konig's hips met yours again, his hand gripping your thigh. " Fuck.. fuck stay quiet libeling. h-he'll hear you." he whispered, his head resting between your neck and shoulder. His other hand covering your mouth, his palm sweaty from your moans and rapid breaths.

this was wrong.

you both knew. but neither of you could stop.

your boyfriend was asleep just upstairs. he treated you so well. like a princess. bought you anything, planned for a future with you. never got mad at you, you had all his passwords. he was your dream guy.

but you couldn't keep yourself away from your ex. from Konig. you could hang up when he calls late at night, fucking himself into his fist while he tells you how much he misses you. how no other woman has made him as hard as you do. how much he wants to kill your new man.

and truthfully, you couldn't stop your fingers from rubbing your clit, collecting the wetness that dripped from you.

you felt ashamed, guilty even. but you knew that if you left your man now, going back to Konig he'd cheat over. and over. the same way he did the last 3 times. but they way he'd make it up to you, fucking you senseless, whispering how much he loved you, how he was thinking about you and your pussy while he fucked whoever.

but here you were, on your living room couch, knees pressed to your chest, tears brimming your eyes as his hips slammed into yours, jerking you and the couch up. " fuck.. can he fuck you like this? I b-bet he cant.. other-otherwise.. fuck.. you would've kicked me out." he groaned, gripping you harder. you clenched around him, your hands gripping his shoulders.

small whimpers left his lips every thrust, followed by either a praise or a loud groan. he wasn't scared of your man waking up. in fact he was praying he did. he hoped he'd walk down and see you beneath him, back arched and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. it made him twitch in you, made him wanna fuck you on the bed even.

" k-konig~" you whimpered, muffled into his hand. he growled, moving faster, sucking your neck. he missed you. more than the sexual aspect, he missed you in his bed. waking up to you. but you were someone else's, even with his marking covering your body, his cum filling you up. you were someone else's now. "I know libeling.. me too. imma f-fill you up..fuck" his head raised, eyes hooded as he watched your face twist in pleasure.

your hands dropped to your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his thrusts. his hand went from your throat to your neck, gripping it. " come on baby.. c-come back with me.. ill fuck you s-so good.. treat you b..better." he moaned, eyes pleading with yours.

for a moment, you almost said yes. the way his dick slammed into your pussy, kissing your cervix. how he knew just how to touch you, making you cum within minuets. but he was unloyal. he hurt you, over and over. you were happy now. with a man.

but when the tears from his eyes dropped onto your stomach, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, you felt a pain in your heart. what if he was serious? what if he changed? "y-your mine.. all mine.. fuck imma fill you with my cum libeling.. I-im gonna get you fucking pregnant." he slapped your hand away from your clit, taking over.

your back arched, whimpers and moans leaving your soft lips after each powerful thrust. " p-please Koni~" you whined, looking up to him. he grunted, leaning down and slamming his lips to yours. you felt him pick up the pace, whimpers from him leaving his lips. "I-im cumming maus I-im..fuck!" he groaned, a bit too loud, his last thrust a bit too powerful. the couch hit the table beside it, knocking off all the pictures. his hips jerked forward, trying his hardest to keep up the pace.

you felt the knot in your stomach quickly named undone, your own cries of pleasure slipping from your lips. hid body dropped to yours, his arms wrapping around you.

"please libeling.. come with me." he said into your chest.

"ive changed."

[demiesworld]

Hi. Firstly love your writing. Secondly (only if you want to write it of course if not I thank you for taking time out to read this) may I request Hantengu clones reacting to their first kiss with S/o?

【♛demie: yes you may and i do apologize for taking so long to get to this request! i hope you enjoy it!】

first kiss with the hantengu clones (sfw)

pairings: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, and urogi x gn!reader

synopsis: hantengu clones sharing their first kiss with their s/o.

notes: reader is gender-neutral. no pronouns are used. reader is of age. in sekido's the reader thinks that he is a monk and sekido gives them a prayer. it wasn't my initial idea to go for it, but it fit in with the plot so i kept it. if i was incorrect with some things or offended anyone please let me know, respectfully, and i will remove it. otherwise, enjoy this! p.s. sekido's is also pure word vomit bc i wasnt thinking of sticking to a decent size script.

— SEKIDO

When Sekido first met you, a human, his first thought of you was that you were weak. You were weaker than him, a demon, because of your mortality. In his mind, humans were susceptible to illnesses and diseases that weren't easy to cure with herbs and medicine. So when he encountered you in the cold hours of the night inside of your hut, after slaughtering and cannibalizing half of your village, his original plan was to just eat you alive.

But when he saw you, something in Sekido couldn't bear to even touch you let alone eat you.

You were laying on your back on a shiki futon next to a burning fire pit and covered by a thick blanket. He could hear your labored breathing and pained grunting at each breath you took. It didn't take a genius to notice that you were sickly. The beads of sweat on your forehead and dazed look in your eyes was a tell-tell sign that you weren't in good health. To him you looked too pathetic to kill.

He was standing in the door way and then turned his back to you. He got ready to leave when your croaky voice spoke, "A-Are y-you a m-monk?" His shoulders went tense as he stood there listening to you, "P-Please m-monk... I'm a-afraid that I don't have... much time."

Sekido huffed in annoyance, but he turned on his heel and further walked into the hut. He stood in the shadows to keep his appearance hidden, not that you – a weak human – could do anything to him. You were most likely on the brink of death.

"Thank you... I-I want to a-ask if you c-c-could pr-pray for me. My health has not been well as of lately, and my family do not live here with me in this village. I've just been taking care of myself, but as you can see I'm not doing a very good job." You let out a soft chuckle though it turns into a coughing fit and eventually subsides, "I will be honest with you monk, I am not a religious person, but if a simple prayer from you would alleviate me of this sickness then I will turn over a new leaf and b-be forever g-grateful..."

The anger demon gripped tighter on his staff as he placed a knee on the floor. Why was he entertaining you? Why was he still here? He should have left you for dead, but his body is refusing to leave. Sekido sits fully on the floor now, crossing his legs and holding the shakujō to his shoulder.

"What is your name?" He asked you. Your heart swelled up with gratitude and you smile affably to the person you thought was a monk. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes when you state your name to him. "That is a beautiful name. I will give you a prayer now, let us close our eyes and start."

Sekido waited for you to shut your eyes first, before he began the prayer that you requested. The prayer was solely for you and he prayed to relieve you of your sickness. He prayed for you to be healed, your suffering to be freed, and for protection to be bestowed upon you. When he was finished with the prayer, he stood up from the floor and just looked at you blankly.

The anger demon didn't know exactly how to feel when he left you in the hut that night and returned to his counterparts. They asked him where he went to which he ignored the three and trekked in the direction of their next mission destination.

After his mission was complete, Sekido returned to you a night later and found that you were still sick. Your condition did not improve. He had asked you if had eaten and your response was you tried but you kept vomiting. He was a demon, and he didn't know of any herbs or medicine that could cure whatever you had. He stayed with you and gave you prayers to help ease your mind at the least. Sekido would show up to your hut every night at an odd hour to sit with you, offering you his company, and give you a prayer.

One night, Sekido made a decision that could possibly affect him for better or for worse. After consideration, Sekido poked a needle into the tip of his finger and held the bleeding digit to your chapped lips. He let the blood drop several times onto your tongue before pulling it away and regenerating the skin there.

That night Sekido sat with you for a while waiting for any signs of improvement after he gave you a taste of his blood. You didn't show anything, so he figured that you must have passed away. He got aggravated. It was a waste of his time to be stuck here thinking that you – a human – would be alive.

He left your hut that night with the firm belief that you had died. What a pity. What a waste of a time. It clearly showed him that humans, especially a person such as yourself, shouldn't be bothered with trying to strengthen. He couldn't say the word "help" because to him that meant he was performing an act of kindness. Something that he, a demon who felt solely anger, couldn't be synonymous with.

As he went on about his own life, Sekido would ignore the pangs he felt in his chest whenever thoughts of you crossed his mind. He would make battles between him and his counterparts against demon slayers short because he wanted to return to their safe house quickly. Every time he came across a human that he wanted to feast on, that was weak like you, he couldn't consume them. He would just kill them and leave their mutilated body behind.

His counterparts appeared to have notice his slight change in demeanor. Though neither of them made a comment on it. They didn't want to address it for fear of Sekido's rage.

It was maybe a month after declaring you as dead, when Sekido felt a strong pulse out of nowhere surface. He had been resting at their manor when he felt it arise. The demon thought danger was coming and he quickly grabbed his staff and ran out into the rainy thunderous night.

The strong pulse came again and this time it was getting closer. Good. The closer it got the easier it would be for him to kill it. He chases the origin of the pulse to a clearing in the forest. As he neared the center he stopped in his tracks and searched his surroundings for any incoming attacks.

Just as he was about the lure the attacker out with his lightning, Sekido heard a faint shout, "Monk!" and it eerily sounded like you. "Mooonk!" the voice gotten clearer, and louder, you were getting closer.

Sekido turned on his heel to his right to see you running into the clearing. Your clothing was drenched from the pounding rain just like his own, but to his astonishment you were alive. You were on your feet. You were breathing. You were speaking. You... survived.

"Y/N..." he murmurs your name as you slow down to stand right before him. There was no shadows or obscurity covering his face. You could see Sekido for what he truly was. A demon. A human-eating, murdering, demon.

You threw your body onto his as you embraced him in your arms. Why were you hugging him? Shouldn't you be repulsed by the sight of his face? Why weren't you running away from him? Your arms squeezed him tighter and your face buried into his chest.

Sekido's hand comes up to your head and cradles it gently in his grasp. He stands there, still like a statue, as he listens to you speak, "I never got to say thank you for saving my life monk. Without your prayers, I don't think I will be alive right now. I owe you my eternal gratitude and I wish to serve you."

The anger demon looks down at the top of your head and blurts out, "Why are you not running from me?"

You ignore his question and look up at his face. Your lips curve into a radiant smile, "I never saw your face before, monk, you are quite ruggedly handsome." You say as you take a hold of his hand and bow your head. "Please take me to where you rest your head and we shall both explain things to each other."

Sekido growls and squeezes your hand in his own, he scorns at your wince, "Answer my question first."

"I don't want to run away from the person who gave me a second chance at life. Not when I owe them my life in return."

"Are you stupid? Are you blind? Do you not see how I look, human?" He interrogates you, before bellowing, "I am a demon!"

"And I don't care!" You shout back, your lips trembling as you refrain yourself from crying. "I don't." You whisper.

After a brief moment of silence between the two of you, Sekido unwillingly led you to his manor where you two talked over what happened. You explained that after Sekido had given you his blood, you woke up the next morning feeling stronger than before. Your fever and chills went away, you could actually move on your feet, and the bruises you had from being bedridden were gone. You told him that you had tried to walk out into the daylight, but your new body couldn't stand the sunlight so you were left to do things out at night.

Unlike him, you didn't get cravings for humans, you still ate human food. Sekido went on to tell you that he wasn't a real monk and that he was an upper rank demon. He said he found you that night sick, after slaughtering and cannibalizing your village. He didn't even want to kill you or eat you because you looked to be on death's door step anyways. Though when you cried out to him he was forced to stay around. When you asked him why he kept returning every night, he refused to explain why. The only answer he had given you was that he felt pity for you.

Following your discussion over that, you asked him once again if you could stay by his side. To which Sekido allowed you to, but you would only be introduced to his counterparts as his ward. You agreed to that. You stayed underneath Sekido's watch and protection while living with him and his counterparts at their hideout. Sekido arranged for you to sleep in the same room as him, though not in the same bed.

Eventually, you and Sekido grew closer to each other and when you were alone you both liked to lay next to one another. Kind of like tonight, with you laying on his bed facing him while he had his eyes shut. You closely admired the purple veins on his forehead and eyes, the curved horns, and sharp pointed fangs that stuck out of his mouth. He was, in your terms, ruggedly handsome.

"I can feel you staring at me, human," Sekido mutters with his eyes remaining closed. You let out a short chuckle and he adds on, "Why are you staring at me?"

You reached up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand. You answer his question softly, "I'm just admiring your face, Sekido. You know you are not as scary as you look. There's a few rough edges to your appearance," You didn't flinch when he opened his eyes and crimson hues were fixedly narrowed at you. Your finger delicately touches his jawline then the bridge of his nose and finally his furrowed brow bone. "But there's also the softness that I'm fond of." You smile brightly at him.

Sekido took your hand in his own and murmured, "What are you talking about?"

You didn't say anything instead you leaned closer to him and confidently pressed your lips to his. The demon's eyes widened at the feeling of your lips touching his own. He laid there stunned and still until you slowly pulled away from him.

A giggle past through your lips when you noticed the bewildered expression on his normal scowling face. Suddenly Sekido's hand came to the back of your head and pulled you back to his lips. His mouth locked in with yours while his tattooed tongue delved into the cavern of your orifice. You gasped into his mouth from the unexpected kiss, but returned it with just as much vigor as he bestowed.

You kissed him until your lungs were crying for air and only then did you finally pull away to pant against his supple lips. Sekido's face was tickled by the puffs of air onto his skin.

"I have lived for over two centuries, and never have I encountered a human like you. You are foolish if your wishful mind thinks that a demon like me would ever learn to devote their life to you."

His cruel words were strikingly different from his earlier actions. Though you didn't bother to argue or point it out. While it certainly wasn't an explicit explanation of rejection, you smile regardless to him and lay your head on his chest. "Then call me a fool then, Sekido, because I don't think my mind will change when it comes to someone like you."

— KARAKU

You chirping with glee as you sat on Karaku's lap and patted powdered makeup that matched his dark skin tone onto the areas of his face that had purple veins on it. You held his chin in your other hand while closely examining for any spot you may have missed. Thankfully you didn't and you slid off of his lap while grabbing a handheld mirror and showing it to your lover.

"Look to see if I covered everything up." You say.

He takes the mirror out of your hand and looks at his reflection, his green eyes narrowing for any missed spots. "Hm... I think you covered everything up fine." He then turned to you with a frown and pointed to the horns on his head, "Now what are we going to do about these?"

Your face warms up when you remember the horns on his head. You didn't think about trying to hide them so you didn't know of any method of doing it. As far as you knew, Karaku couldn't conceal them. Therefore you were left with only one option.

With a cheerful smile you blurt out, "We can just tell everyone that they're a part of your costume!"

Karaku grimaces at you, "If you wanted me to dress up as a demon, we could have just forego the makeup and I could have just went as myself."

"Y-Yeah, but what if people get scared by how...devilish you look?"

The demon stood up from the bed and folded his arms above his head, "So? My devilish charm didn't stop you from mounting me like an animal." He smirked at the flustered expression you made.

"You shut your mouth! We've never even gotten that far!"

"Yet." He interjected.

After he made you fluster and stammer over your words again, you decide to ignore your lover for the time being and went to get dressed for the night. Tonight, you had established a date with Karaku by going out to a festival in the entertainment district. Of course there would be people there dressed in bizarre clothing, so you believed that Karaku could attend it without a problem. The only thing you had difficulties with was concealing his horns. Once you were dressed in your outfit for the night, you instructed him to dress in his black yukata tied with a red obi.

You left with him to go to the festival, while you were there some children were in awe at Karaku's "mask" and said he looked like a formidable demon. He arrogantly boasted about his muscles, showing his arms off to the kids and letting them hang off of it like a monkeys in a tree. Eventually they left you two alone and you and him enjoyed your time at the festival. There were some occurrences with Karaku almost exposing himself as a demon. Such as him tossing a ring and when he didn't land on any of the flasks, his supernatural strength was exposed when he slammed his fist on the counter and broke through the surface. Of course, the humans around you just assumed he was a overwhelmingly strong brute and paid him no mind.

As the night grew to a close, the musicians at the festival played lively music at a venue. The strings of the samisen, pounding on the taiko, and whistles of the shakuhachi sing. You took Karaku by the hand and led him in a graceful, animated dance. Your fingers were intertwined with his as you two dance closely to each other's bodies. The radiant smile you had never once faltered from your face as you moved your body to the rhythm of the music.

"Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Karaku," You say as you stare lovingly at him. Your heart was beating in your chest like a drum, and you had an inkling Karaku could hear it even with the music playing in the background. "I really enjoyed myself with you here."

The demon's lips curved up, his fangs peeking through when he did so and his hands settle on your hips. "The feeling is mutual my little human." His eyes softens at yours, and lids lowered as he leans closer to your lips.

Your face heats up when he leans intimately towards you. You try to back away from him, but Karaku is quicker and he keeps you pinned to his strong body. A flutter rises in your stomach. Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and you keep your feet planted on the ground.

"Karaku," you shyly whisper his name.

He doesn't say a word, instead his lips closes in on yours and the distance between you two is shortened. Your eyes shut as you perceive his warm and soft lips on yours. An idea crosses your mind to embrace Karaku by locking your hands together behind his nape. He could taste the sugary flavor lingering on your lips from the candied treat you had ate earlier. While the savor of it was unpalatable to his demonic appetite, Karaku found it to be rather nice as it was solely comparable to your gentle spirit. As your breaths mingled through the exhales of your noses, your hands moved up and fingers weaved into the thick wispy tresses of his hair.

The passionate kiss you shared with Karaku was abruptly short by the loud explosions of fireworks bursting in the night sky. You two pulled away from each other, and your eyes were locked. The explosion of fireworks weren't the only thing enchanting you that night.

— AIZETSU

You were laying in your bed, sleeping underneath the warmth of your blanket, at the time a gust of crisp air entered your room. The wind lifted your blanket away from your body and carried it to a desolate corner where it dropped into a heap. You unconsciously flinch and move into a fetal position. A candle you had lit beside your window got extinguished by the strength of the breeze. In seconds, you slowly awoke from your slumber and drowsily took in your surroundings in your bedchamber. As soon as you turned your head to your right you see an all too familiar dejected face framed by wispy onyx hair and luminous azure eyes.

You lift yourself up to sit upright and look up at your demonic significant other. "Aizetsu... what are you doing here?" You asks him softly. His sudden arrival was entirely unexpected as usually he would send you a letter about coming to see you in advance. With him appearing to you now in the dead of the night, you had wondered if anything went wrong with a mission he been assigned to.

He places his spear against the wall and slid off the bulky ropes around his shoulders. He takes a seat on the bed beside you and looks at the wooden floor. You don't utter a word when he reaches out and grabs your hand in his. Aizetsu's thumb strokes the top of your hand whilst gingerly holding it.

"Aizetsu," you repeat his name again and close the distance between your bodies. "What are you doing here?"

The sorrowful demon stops stroking your hand and tightens his grip on it. He quietly says, "I'm sorry for arriving without letting you know. We were in the area and I really wanted to see you before we left for our next mission." His head turned to face you with a troubled expression.

Your eyes widen and your body freeze for a moment. Then you mull over what he just said, and your face brightened. He separated from his other counterparts so he could visit you before they departed. It was thoughtful of him to do that.

"I'm happy to see you tonight, Aizetsu."

Your words took him by surprise as he stuttered, "Y-You are?" He questions, and leans his face closer to yours. The demon gently cups your cheek in his hand as he pleaded, "Please don't tell me you're saying that just to ease my misery."

You could feel your heart beat quicken from how close he was. You could just how many eyelashes he had and analyze the plum-colored ridges below his eyes. It was astounding despite how many times you spent with Aizetsu you were always nervous around him. You wonder if it was the same feeling for him.

Gradually, the distance between your lips closed and you felt sparks fly when his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn't anything too sensual or too dull, to you it felt just right. Aizetsu didn't want to encourage you into deepening it either, so the two of you just sat there feeling one another's lips in a sense of innocence.

Your lack of awareness of your surroundings was dwindling until the sudden bang! of your door pulled you away from the demon. Startled you both looked to where the origin of the sound came from and were annoyed to see none other than Karaku standing in the door way.

"Time's up kiddos, Aizetsu has to go with us now to the next location!"

You let out a sigh and turn your attention to your sorrowful lover, "I take this as you have to leave now, yes?"

Aizetsu nodded his head while he stood up from the bed still holding onto your hand. "I will be back for you, my beloved. Next time I will send a letter before surprising you again like this."

"You don't have to send a letter of notice anymore Aizetsu. If you surprise me like this again with a visit then I will be happy."

— UROGI

"UROGI!" You hollered from the from the ground and watched as your part-avian demonic lover flew through the sky terrorizing children. You knew that he wanted to eat them for sustenance, and while he was a demon and you were a human, you didn't want for him to do that to children. At least to keep his need to eat humans away from your sight and mind.

Once more you shout out his name, "Urogiiii!!"

He chortled and flew right past you shouting, "Just a moment my sunshine!" Your face fell into a frown when he did that. You could hear his boisterous laughter and the sound of children screaming afterwards. You did not want for him to consume those kids so you ran as fast as you could towards the sound.

"Urogi, do not eat those children!"

You came upon your lover and a small group of children, you thought that he had already began to eat them. Fortunately, you were wrong. Urogi was just playing with the human kids, and letting them climb on his back while he flew around with them. The stomach twisting feeling you had went away and you were relieved to find out the children were unharmed. Some of them had bright grins on their cherubic faces as Urogi leapt up towards the sky with three of them on his back and circle the glade.

The demon winked at you from above and played around with the children for a while. You waited for him to eventually descend from the ground safely with the kids and told the group to not tell their parents that a bird-man was flying around with them. For one, you didn't want to get into trouble, and two you didn't want for Urogi to end up getting killed by a hashira. To keep the children's promise not to tattle, you offered them candied treats if they wanted to play with Urogi again and led them to the path of their village before waving them goodbye.

After you watched the last child leave to go into their village, you turn your attention to Urogi and scowled at him. "Urogi! What the heck were you thinking?! Those children could have told their parents!"

"Relax, sunshine, those children weren't hurt were they? They'll be fine!"

You smack your hand to your forehead and rub your temples, grumbling, "That's not what I meant you bird brain! Children have loud mouths, if any of them tell someone about a bird-man flying around with them, they will come to get you!"

Urogi rolls his eyes at your excessive worry, "Calm down, do you want to go flying with me too? Is that it?" He took a step forward when you took a step back.

"W-What? No! I don't want to go-"

"Let's go for a ride, sunshine!"

As soon as the words left from his mouth, Urogi snatched you by the waist and took off with you into the night sky. The shrill shriek you emitted echoed as you wrestled with the demon to let you go. However you immediately stop once you realize that if keep struggling, and Urogi (accidentally of course) drops you, you could end up looking like a pancake. You glare at you lover who just smiles at you cheerfully.

You throw your arms over his shoulders and shout, "This isn't funny, Urogi!" Your eyes take a peek at how high up you are and you quickly hide your face in the junction of his neck and collarbone. A small fearful whimper resonating from you.

"It's not funny for you but I am having a joyous time right now!" He lowered you two towards the ground, though still he hovered just a few feet above. "Now does this make you more comfortable sunshine?"

"Yes it does."

You caught him off guard when you planted your lips against his. The kiss was fleeting, yet it still brought his mind to a brief pause. His golden eyes widen at you and he stood with his feet on the ground. The demon looks away from you once you start to grin.

"What's wrong my birdie? Did that kiss catch you off guard?"

"Don't tease me like that sunshine or you could end up in a predicament."

notes: it was not my intention to use gifs created by the same person lol but they all looked really good so- why not? also sorry for not posting as much, i have been fairly busy and also mentally drained these past few weeks.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Six

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Physical abuse (slapping & hair grabbing) and harassment (verbal taunts) - it’s just the scene after prom dress shopping btw; protective Jasper bc this man is definitely touch her and die coded.

Notes: This came to me in a fever dream and I woke up in the middle of the night to write it, I have no regrets.

Word Count: 2005

Series Masterlist

• March 8th, 2005 • Port Angeles, Washington •

Reader

“You guys really aren’t into this, are you?” Angela says as she checks herself in the mirror with a pretty purple gown on. Jess standing on her other side in a hot pink gown with a neckline that accentuates her cleavage.

Seeing as Bella and I don’t plan on attending prom, we’ve been assigned to be the hipe crew for the other two girls as they try on dress after dress. After a certain point they all just blend together, but I try to offer encouraging words for each one.

“We really just want to go to this bookstore,” looking at me briefly she adds, “Meet you guys at the restaurant?” Bella says as we stand from our perch by the window.

“See you guys later!” I toss over my shoulder as we exit the boutique.

I stand on the porch of the store, admiring the view of the sunset as Bella finishes our excursion by paying for the book.

The bell above the door dings, “Secured the package?” I ask her excitedly and she waves the book in the air in front of her before dropping it in her bag as we leave.

“I think there’s a short cut to the restaurant this way.” Bella suggests, pointing down some narrow stairs that lead to a dark alley between a pair of buildings.

“I’m not so sure-“

“C’mon, I’m sure it’s fine.” She reassures me before taking off down the ominous path.

I sigh and follow her, but as we reach the bottom of the stairs, a group of guys walk past the other end of the alley and immediately correct their course to start walking towards us. Panicking slightly, I grab Bella’s sleeve and tug her towards a different path we passed a few feet back.

Coming out into an empty lot, “Hey! Where are you two going?” One of our pursuers questions with a drunken slur.

“Shit.” I whisper under my breath, not letting up on the grip I have on Bella’s arm.

“What’s up? It’s our girls from the dress shop!” Another behind us yells, boxing us in.

“Hey-whoa, where you going?”

“Come get a drink with us-“ One laughs.

“Yeah, hang out with us, c’mon! What’s the problem?” They taunt us, closing in.

“You’re pretty.” Another reaches to caress a strand of my hair, but I slap his hand away.

“Don’t touch us.” Bella starts panicking, flinching from their wandering hands.

“Fuck off.” I shove another one trying to invade my personal space and he returns it with a slap to my cheek that stuns me for a second.

“Cute.” A cocky one grabs her arm, yanking her from my grip. Bella responds by kicking him in the groin and he bends over in pain.

Seeing us not giving up easily, one of the drunker men grabs a handful of hair to hold me close as his drunk breath wafts over my face, “No need to be hostile, baby.” I squeeze my eyes shut and grip the wrist attached to the hand holding my hair-

But next thing I know, a familiar silver Volvo slides aggressively to a stop a few feet from us. The two figures that emerge send a wave of calm across me that nearly has me in tears from relief.

“Let her go.” Jasper’s tone leaves no room for negotiation, face set in a murderous rage.

“Fuckin’ take her bro.” Spits the piece of shit that grabbed me and shoves me into the arms of my knight in shining armor.

“Get in the car.” I hear Edward tell us with a deadly calm, Jasper's fingers running over my cheeks and throat as he inspects for injuries quickly.

I peel myself away from him as Bella moves towards the passenger side of the car, I open the door and fold the seat forward so I could climb in the back, Jasper right behind me. Once all of us are in, Edward reclaims the driver’s seat and revs the engine at the men that tried to take us before peeling out of the lot.

“Are you alright?” Jasper turns my chin towards his worried gaze with chilly fingers, it could just be the dimly lit car, but his eyes look nearly pitch black.

I hadn’t noticed I started shaking until I shook my head in response, Edward and Bella were yelling at each other in the front seat.

Jasper closed his eyes as his hand released my chin, I watched it flex in his lap as if he were trying to calm himself down.

“Are you alright?” I echo his question quietly, but he chuckles darkly.

“I would kill every single one of them without a second thought, if you so desired. I should’ve gotten there sooner, they never should’ve been able to lay a finger on you.” A cold finger pushes a curl behind my ear, the digit leaving a cooling trail across my stinging cheek from where I was slapped.

I close my eyes and whisper, “You can’t say things like that.”

“It’s true, I’m finding it incredibly difficult to not persuade my brother to turn around.”

“Jasper-“ but he cuts me off as my anxiety sky-rockets.

“Difficult, because I need to make sure you’re okay and it’s surpassing the urge to end those low-lives.” I let out the breath that was trapped at the thought of having to part with the safety of his presence.

I catch Jasper meeting his brother’s eyes in the rear-view mirror before Edward declares, “You two need to eat something-”

Bella interrupts him with a gasp, “We’re supposed to meet Ang and Jess at the restaurant!”

Swerving in and out of the late night traffic, I can tell he’s also struggling with turning back around.

Jasper

Absolutely fucking ridiculous, the rage coursing through my body has me locked tight. I don’t even know what’s prompting such a visceral reaction, she’s just a fellow classmate.

A fellow classmate whose scent has tempted me like nothing I’ve ever experienced, a fellow classmate that is gorgeous beyond comparison…

Closing my eyes, I lean my head back in my seat with my left hand perched on the head rest behind Y/n. I don’t have the control to touch her right now, to comfort her, the emotions flying around this car and roiling in my gut have me on edge; a rubber band ready to snap.

They dared to slap her, never mind them herding these girls like scared fawns, they fucking hit her. Grabbed her by her hair-a growl rumbles deep in my chest that I try to tame, but it captures Y/n’s attention. Before she can comment, we arrive at the restaurant they were supposed to meet their friends at.

Exiting my brother’s Volvo, I reach a hand in the door to assist Y/n as she climbs out from behind the folded passenger seat. Her hand is a warm anchor in mine, reminding me that she’s here and safe. She stands on the curb, looking at her small hand in mine and as much as I don’t want to, I let it slip from my grasp. I shut the door and turn to Edward as I see Bella walk towards the two girls leaving the restaurant.

“I’m going to stay out here while you guys go in.” Y/n tells Edward.

“You need something to eat.” I protest, concerned.

“I can’t exactly walk in with two upset guys and a handprint on my face.” She says, sounding exasperated. Her emotions were a scrambled mess, so I didn’t push her decision.

Grab her a burger and fries or spaghetti, if they have something simple like that. I think for Edward to pick up, he nods confirming my request before turning to follow Bella up the walkway.

Y/n wonders a few feet away to seat herself on a bench facing the street. Before I could say anything, our classmates rounded the bushes bordering the restaurant and spot us.

“Y/n! We just saw Bella with Edward walking in, do you need a ride home?” The one I assume is Jessica asks, her emotions a little more bold than the shy one standing beside her.

“I can get her home, we’re just waiting on my brother.” I intercept their question as Y/n tries to discreetly pull up her hood to hide her reddened cheek.

“You sure?” The quieter one finally pipes up, wanting confirmation from her friend. Considerate, but frustrating seeing as they’re wasting my alone time with her.

“I’m good Ang, I’ll see you two tomorrow.” She dismisses them with a smile and a wave. They finally peel themselves away and drive off in their car.

“How did you find us?” She asks and I turn to face her.

“You need to ice that.” I nod to the mark on her beautiful face.

“Don’t change the subject, Hale.”

“We were driving by and saw the commotion-“ but she interrupts me, her own rage bubbling to the surface.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” She stands and closes the distance between us. “How did you know we were in Port Angeles? You’ve been gone from school the last few days.”

I gape at her, not prepared for her sudden fury. I’m at a loss for words yet again, I can’t tell her that Edward can read minds and we were watching over them ever since Alice saw them split from their friends at the dress shop in a vision.

Y/n turns to stomp away frustrated, but I reach out and softly grab her arm to stop her.

“Wait-just wait a minute, darlin’.”

She looks at me expectantly with eyebrows raised and I swear I’ve never seen a look so endearing.

“Well?” Y/n presses.

“I can’t explain-“

“You can though! It’s not hard to just-“ She’s yelling at me in frustration, but I stomp on her rant as my control slips.

“Don’t ask this from me!” I yell back, exasperated.

“Why can’t you let me in?” She says at a near-whisper after a heavy pause, stepping into my personal space.

“It’s easier this way.” I say in a clipped tone as I look away from her intense gaze, backing into the Volvo. I can’t let her in, I’ve never let anyone in. She’s human, I'm a vampire and that’ll never change - I can’t get attached. Taking her mortality so that I might never lose her will never be on the table, staying one step removed is the only way to keep her safe.

“Easier for you or for me?” She continues to press, “You saved me tonight, can’t even tell me how, and you want me to go back to being just your lunch buddy? Your classmate in History, like you didn’t swoop in and stop a group of men from doing god knows-“

I stop her rant by grabbing her biceps, “Stop.” I plead with her, unable to envision what would’ve happened without our intervention.

“Tell me, Jaz.” She asks desperately, somehow knowing I’m teetering on the edge.

My gaze frantically shifts over her face, my mouth open and closing like a damn fish out of water searching for the words. Thankfully my brother must sense my panicking thoughts because he’s exiting the restaurant, take-out box in hand as he ushers Isabella to our car.

“I got you a burger, I hope that’s alright?” Edward extends the container to her as I release her and turn away, collecting myself.

“Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you. Th-thank you very much.” She stutters, surprised Edward got her food to-go.

“Everything alright?” Isabella asks, concerned for her friend.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n says, ignoring the question and my heart plummets. I messed up this whole thing.

I open the passenger door and offer my hand for her to use to steady herself, but she promptly ignores it. Stubborn girl, I think as I climb in behind her.

Next

[devildomditzy]

Aaah!!!!! I’m so excited for this!!!! Would it be alright if I requested “I need you beside me.” ❤️‍🩹🥺 for Mammon? I love all your work, and I can’t wait to see everything that comes out of this event!!!!

Thank you very much ❤️ I hope I make you cry a lil

(this one got way too long)

TW for gore, spoilers for lesson 16

Also should have mentioned - ooc mammon bc i want to see him get angry

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Things changed after that day. As much as you hate to admit it, seeing your lifeless, cold, dead body in your best friend’s arms really does fuck with you.

You became fearful, jumping at loud noises and avoiding the attic. A simple hand laid on your shoulder could provoke the most blood curdling scream, and necklaces were out of the question. If you felt even the lightest of touches around your throat, you’d panic into fight or flight mode.

And it wasn’t just you that changed. No, every brother personality’s shifted ever so slightly, and while you made a point not to mention it, you can’t say you were that fond of their new…‘quirks’ so to speak.

They became softer, too afraid to set you off into a spiral of memories that’s hard to come back from. They made sure you were never alone, a trait that while comforting, was becoming extremely bothersome. They watched you, ever present like hawks just to be sure you were still alive, you were still breathing, you were still with them. And even more so, they watched Belphie.

You’re trying to be nice, fuck, you’re really trying your best. Now that the news that you’re Lilith’s descendant has washed over, Belphie has taken a new, rather innocent interest in you. When he smiles that sweet, gentle smile at you, asking if you want to take a nap together, all you can see if his twisted, self righteous smirk, his lips upturned in laughter as he squeezed all the life out of you, crushing your windpipe and slashing a large, deep, sickening gash along your chest, reaching down to your stomach. It might have not happened to this version of you, but since Barbatos merged the times lines, it might as well have. You have all the memories, all the burning feelings, all the swelling pain. And now you had to learn to live with that.

Progress was being made, you told yourself, in order to keep spirits up, not letting yourself wander in your head too much. Hey, just last week you stopped crying when he was in the same room! You could tell it made Beel happy to see you two interact. He’d try to offer to sit in on movies and naps to get you two acclimated to each other, but you just couldn’t . It’s not only your mentality holding you back, there was a physical force stopping you form getting any closer. Quite literally whenever the opportunity would arise, Mammon would grab your wrist in a vice grip, pulling you behind him and answering for you.

“They’re not interested in anything that has to do with ya.”

His body language screamed protection, and the gaze he shot the youngest reminded everyone he’s the second most powerful avatar. Honestly, you were thankful for it. You didn’t want to hurt Beel’s feelings, but the thought of being in a room with Belphie without Mammon made you want to throw up.

Group activities have been attempted. Family movie nights were once again ago, but the second born made sure the two of you were the farthest possible distance from his younger brother while still being able to see the screen. The atmosphere always awkward, intense, suffocating. You noticed Belphegor’s gaze reach you a few times, a small smile on his lips.

It was almost unbearable, if not for Mammon.

It once was rare that you felt Mammon’s aura become dark and foreboding, so rare that it took so long for you to see his demon form, the first time being at the ball Diavolo held. It was the first time you’d seen one of them like that and your brain didn’t scream in fear. Hell, he was the only brother who hadn’t tried to kill you. The amount of restraint he usually had was commendable.

That was all out the window now.

Mammon stared across the room at his brother, eyes throwing a wordless threat towards him.

“Dontcha wanna watch the movie Belphie? Ya keep starin’ at them yer gonna lose the plot.”

You’ve never heard him so emotionless.

So cold.

So threatening.

Unsurprisingly though, the youngest had decided he had enough of your protector.

“You don’t own them, Mammon”, Belphie grumbled under his breath.

“What did ya just say?”, Mammon shot back, his voice laced with venom, daring Belphie to answer him.

“I said you don’t own them!” The seventh born raised his voice now, tone matching Mammon’s in a lethal contest. “I said I was sorry! I’m trying to make up for lost time, but I can’t if you keep being their guard dog! We’ve barely seen them all week!”

The rest of the room stayed surprisingly quiet at first, simply observing the exchange in anticipation, waiting to see who would make the first move, if any move at all.

“Make up for lost time? Ya wanna make up for lost time when you almost made us loose them for good?”, you notice Mammon begin to clench and unclench his fists in what you have come to learn is an attempt to calm down.

“Ya better shut yer mouth before I shut it for ya. Permanently.”

This was going to break bad any second.

“How about I choke ya out till I cave your throat in? Slit ya down the front until you’re bleedin’ out and cryin’ for mercy, huh? How’s about I make you feel like they did, kiddo?”

Your eyes widen and shoot towards the only source you know who could stop this. As if waiting for your cue, Lucifer stands up and puts a hand to Mammon’s shoulder.

He leans in and whispers something harsh, quietly so the others can’t hear but loud enough for you to take in.

“Enough. Mammon, I understand your anger, but I will not allow anymore deaths on this property.”

When the second born does not seem to back down, he continues,

“Don’t you think they’ve seen enough carnage?”, he gestures towards you, and the action makes Mammon falter.

“Now, take them back to their room and calm down. If this happens again, I won’t be so forgiving.”

Mammon hangs his head, making his expression unreadable to you, huffing out shaky breaths before wordlessly grabbing your shoulder and ushering you out of the room.

You now find yourself seated on your bed, watching him pace relentlessly. He’s talking to himself under his breath, but you’ve never been good at reading lips. Usually between the two of you there’s never a dull moment, never a lull of silence. Right now though, you’ve got it. And it’s scaring you.

“Mammon?”, you question cautiously, trying to get his attention. You can tell he heard you by the way he jolts, but chooses to ignore you to continue his circling.

“Mammon, please?”

He stops, back facing you. At least he’s listening.

“I…”you struggle to find the right words. “I really appreciate you looking out for me.”

With that, he finally turns to face you, cobalt and golden irises finally locking onto yours. He looks pissed, but you can tell he’s trying to calm down for your sake.

“And I really appreciate you hanging out with me all the time…but, I don’t want that to get in the way of the relationship you have with your brothers.”

“Nuh Uh. No no no no no, nope. Don’t blame that idiot’s actions on yerself,” he sighs, grabbing you by the shoulders.

He kneels down now, meeting you at eye level.

“Listen, okay? And listen good cause I’m only gonna say this once. Our family’s problems shoulda never became yer own, got it? None of this is yer fault. Just…you were kinda… how should I put it…wrong place wrong time?”

“So you’re saying it would have been better if I wasn’t picked as an exchange student?”

“NO!”, he winces once realizing how loud that came out, with a speed that needed to cut off that line of thinking any further.

“But you guys have killed humans before? You even talked about eating them, and I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, but Beel definitely has, so why do you care about me? All of this started because you have to protect me, you’re honor bound and pact bound. If you didn’t feel the need to protect me so…so strongly, you would have never been mad at Belphie. Hell, you probably would have felt the same way about me too.”

You drop your gaze, unable to look at him now. The tears that pin prick your lash line threaten to pour over and fall down your cheeks. You become surprised as a hand comes up and wipes them away.

“Fuck, you’re an idiot, ya know that? Sometimes you can be a bigger idiot then me, and that’s sayin’ sumthin’”.

You head shoots up to angrily glare at him only to find him giving you the most sincere look you’ve ever seen on his face.

“You comin’ here didn’t change anything. Belphie woulda done anythin’ possible to kill the human exchange student if it was you, or any other schmuck. An I woulda had to look out for them, too.”

You ponder it for a moment letting his words sink into your skin. It sounds logical, you know that, but you still can’t help but blame yourself. He can almost see right through you.

“But, I don’t want any other schmuck, got it? You’re my human and I’m your first man. Ya know what that means?”

“It means I have to give you my undivided attention or you’ll throw a hissy fit?”

“Wha- Hey! No!”, He tried to look mad, but how can he when you giggle so brightly.

“It means you’re mine, idiot. There is no one else because no one else could even compete with ya. Of course I’m gonna protect ya. I can’t go loosing ya”, you can hear him choke on his words a bit before continuing, “not again.”

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest and holding on as tight as you could, almost for dear life. He lifts his head of unruly white hair to look up at you.

“I need ya beside me.”

[tomatoswup]

sweet spot -`♡´-

summary: curiosity killed the cat they say at first, but it definitely brought it back. At the heat of the moment, you find a pretty hidden sweet spot of Vash's that you'll remember forever! Such a delicious face!

warnings/tags: Minors DNI, nsfw,,sprinkles of praise,, afab,, marking,, what if vash had an erogenous spot on the roof of his mouth,,and yeah fingers are going into mouths bestie,,, lil bully vash moment,, i dont know whether or not to put top!vash or submissive!vash because its kinda giving a mix of both,,,fuck it, its a tag now,, short drabble,,,plant dynamics

there might be mistakes bc i wrote this at bumfuck 2 AM and i can't read straight, i really almost wrote fetty instead of pretty like???

A/N: You know whats funny, I wrote this at first with a focus on Vash's sharp canine teeth (title was originally gonna be show me your teeth)but the most brilliant idea popped up in my head i needed to write it. still kept the teeth and marking part in bc :P i hope i didn't write this like a dentist visit LMFAOO,,im sorry if this didn't make sense i need to sleep lmfaooo ENJOYYY~

p.s: theres an small extra at the bottom :D

Vash was certainly somewhat of a wacky guy.

NOT in a bad way, definitely not! You loved him with all your heart but there were a few things he left you so curious about, especially after confessing his plant origin to you that while back.

So you often observed him, how he interacted with others, whenever he was proud, shy, nervous or angry. And every time he grinned or gave people a big smile, you always peeped at those sharp canines of his. Were they normally that pointy? Or what it because he was a plant?

"Hey Vash..." You called out to him one day as the group walked into an inn for the night.

"Eh?" He turned to look down at you, an innocent smile on his face "What's up?"

There perhaps may have been a mistake asking him that question, especially when the both of you had been a bit worked up over the month. The roads have been tough, and the two of you haven't had a moment alone together in so long.

As night arrived, the moans and groans of the bedroom grew louder and thank god everyone had gone to the local pub for the night, leaving the both of you to ravish each other in peace, even if it were just for a few hours.

You wouldn't have been able to face everyone if they heard.

Each buck of his hips into you had you gasping for air as the dull pain of his grip on the side of your thigh had you wanting to run laps around the room. Well.. if you could.

With legs keeping a tight wrap around Vash's hips, your grip on the sheets around you had the whites of your knuckles showing. It felt a bit embarassing as Vash towered over you but did you really care? nope

"You look so beautiful.." He moaned out, delivering another hard thrust into your gaping hole as the dirty squelching noises of cum mixed in with both of yalls' heavy breathing and panting.

Vash did think you looked quite heavenly though. The hickeys, the bite marks on your shoulders and around your breasts, he really wished he could see you like this everyday if he could.

"Won't you.." You whimpered "..look at your self p-prettybo- Oh~" Did you finish your sentence? You couldn't really tell by the way Vash's cock hit that delicious spot in you, making you tighten your legs around him to get closer, to leave no space.

To leave nothing.

"C-Can't even tell me what you wanna say?"

God he made you dizzy, the stickiness of both your bodies together and him dragging his tongue around your nipples made you less lucid than you thought you had been. You tried to catch your breath, you really did, but it had gotten hard to as the coiling feeling at the core of your stomach made you just want a bit more.

just a bit...

Opening your eyes, you hazily looked at Vash’s flushed face, sweat starting to show on his forehead and the blond strands of hair starting to stick to it as he gave you a cheeky grin that made you laugh amidst the pleasure. Letting one hand go from the bundled up sheet above your head, you shakily lifted it up to his face and caressed his cheek.

"V-Vash.." You hitched out, the pad of your thumb brushing over his swollen pink lips before they entered his mouth in the heat of the moment.

And Vash accepted, giving you a small groan as you felt the his saliva coat it, and his teeth graze it. But suddenly, when your thumb accidentally hit the roof of his mouth, specifically his palate, you watched in awe.

In pure awe actually, as Vash's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a choked and long moan you've never heard before.

Desperation.

Need.

Holy shit.

You felt his cock start to twitch in you as you let out a breathy chuckle "A plant thing I missed?"

You moved your thumb to caress his palate one more time as you felt his thrusts lose rhythm, the pure look of pleasure washing over his face as the tips of his brows furrowed and the grip on your thigh tightened. He had lost his composure, turning into jelly just because of that touch.

You found a sweet spot of his that you didn't know about..

And oh fuck he looked pretty just like that.

You shuttered at the sight of Vash's blissed face as the edges of his ears turned red, his eyes only opening just enough for you to see the tad bit of watering. "Mpfh..."He whined out in need muffled by your finger before suddenly, the strong, deep thrust of his cock into your cervix had you arch your back and gasp, making you quickly take your finger out of his mouth to desperately grab his shoulder.

"I'm sorry.." He panted, a line of saliva running down the corner of his mouth as you felt him get bigger inside you, causing you to mewl at the sudden change. Feeling large calloused hands finding themselves at your waists, you looked back at Vash as the patterns of blue scattered over his face and scarred chest "Hold on..." Your eyes widened at the realization of his words.

"W-WAIT- AH!~”

Oh isn't Vash just so cute!

extra:

-homeboy just railed you to oblivion and thinks you can walk normal the next morning? PFTTTT

-You made sure to give Vash a playful punch on the shoulder when the both of you awoke in the morning.

-"and you didn't tell me that you had a spot on the top of your mouth?"

-"ya know, i had completely forgot about that hahaha -queue vash shyly scratching the side of his cheek.

-and you wonder how he could be shy after the way he fucked you sideways,, QUITE LITERALLY

-you make sure to try and touch it with your tongue when the both of yall make out though🫶

-plant tingz💕

-have fun! :D

[necrotic-nephilim]

TimCass - "What is this 'mercy' you speak of?"

(not cassie)

send a ship and a quote and i'll write a short fic!

TimCass my beloved. this is 1.5k of just. mostly emotional whump with brainwashing involved. very inspired by that time in canon where Cass was working with Slade, but. done my way bc that arc was a shitshow. enjoy <3

Two months, three weeks, and five days.

That was how long they’d been looking for Cass since she vanished with no trace.

And now that Tim had found her, he was almost starting to regret it.

Any fight with Cass was a losing one, but Tim swore she was even more brutal than before. It wasn't like fighting a human. She was a living weapon, throwing knives at Tim and dodging every blow he tried to land on her.

He wasn't fighting to win. He was fighting to just stay alive.

“Cass-” Tim tried to say, dodging a slash from one of her katanas. She was duel wielding with perfect precision. Moves Tim didn't know normal humans were capable of. “Cass, it's me!” His bo staff stopped another attack. “You know me, it's Tim!”

If she recognized him, she didn't let on. The blankness of her stare made Tim guess she didn't. It twisted knots in his stomach, trying to figure out where the hell she had been.

Who had gotten to her.

Cass didn't say a word. Nothing Tim said could get so much of a reaction out of her. It was as if she didn't hear him at all.

He should've brought backup. Tim didn't think this lead would pan out, after so many false starts. And now, he paid for it. Backed in a corner, deep in the woods that surrounded Gotham where his tracker had no signal.

Tim was pretty sure this was a trap he’d walked right into.

Cass swung with a katana again, but this time, it was just a distraction. She kicked out Tim’s feet. The moment Tim’s back hit the ground and the wind got knocked out of him, a katana plunged into his shoulder. It went straight through to nail him to the ground, like a pinned butterfly.

Tim wasn't ashamed of his scream. The pain was indescribable. Blindly distracting. He had to force himself to not panic. Cass already had a knife in her hand.

“You’re not a killer, Cass,” Tim begged, trying anything to get through to her. “I want to help you. Please don't do this.” He tried to reach up to her. Cass threw her knife and Tim’s hand got pinned to the ground too, the blade slicing through his skin and muscles like paper.

This time, he managed to not scream.

Cass stared down at him with nothing in her eyes. She lifted her other katana.

“Mercy!” Tim was desperate. “Cass, mercy, please. Just let me talk, I swear.”

She paused.

Her face remained blank, but she paused. Tim held his breath, waiting for the katana to come down on his neck.

Cass opened her mouth. “What…” She was talking. Tim prayed that was a good sign. Just the sound of her voice made him want to cry. “What is… this… mercy you speak of?” She struggled on every word. Finally, her faced changed. Eyebrows knit together and mouth formed into the smallest of frowns.

It didn't sound like a mocking question. Her confusion was so genuine Tim wished he could reach up and touch her. Hold her face and tell her it was going to be okay. Cass’ eyes searched Tim’s face for an answer.

“You,” Tim said, blinking back tears. “You’re what mercy is. You don't kill, Cass. You believe everyone deserves to live. That's mercy.”

Cass shook her head. She looked angry for a second, then confused again. Every emotion seemed to be fighting against her for control.

“Weapon.” Cass pointed to herself. “Not mercy.”

“No.” Tim’s voice broke. “You aren't- whoever told you that is lying. You're the kindest person I know. You’re not a weapon.”

Cass was gripping the hilt of her katana so tightly her hand was beginning to shake. “Kind?”

“Yes.” Tim nodded emphatically.

“I don't… know you,” she sounded regretful. There was anger to it, but she seemed angry at herself now instead of Tim.

“Take my mask off,” Tim offered. He couldn't reach up to her, no matter how badly he wanted to. Both his hands were useless with how she pinned him.

There was hesitation. For a second, Tim was convinced she was going to peel his mask off his corpse.

But then Cass slowly knelt next to Tim, knees crunching against the leaves and pine needles on bare ground. She kept her katana in one hand, but her other one reached for Tim’s face. His mask was carefully peeled off, gentle fingers brushing against his skin.

Cass stared at him for a long time. Tim was vaguely aware he was going to bleed out soon, but all he could think about was his reflection in Cass’ sad eyes.

“Don't know you,” Cass repeated softly. He fingers traced over Tim’s face though, and he held perfectly still. “But…”

“But?” Tim proded when she paused for too long.

“I…” Cass pressed her lips together. It was all too familiar, the exact face she always made when she was trying to find her words. “Think I love you.”

Tim was crying now. Tears falling down his cheeks without an ounce of shame.

“Love you too, Cass,” Tim promised. He gave her the strongest smile he could manage. “Let me help you.”

The softness vanished from her face. She violently shook her head, leaning away from Tim.

“No,” Cass’ voice was strong and firm. “You can't.” She yanked her hand off of Tim’s face, as if his skin had burned her.

“If you love me, then trust me,” Tim begged. He wanted to hold her more than he’d ever wanted something in his life.

Cass shook her head. “Weapon. Will hurt you.” Her eyes drifted to Tim's shoulder and hand that were still pouring blood. “Hurt you,” she whispered, eyes going wide.

“I’m okay,” Tim tried to insist. He was lightheaded and fighting to hold onto consciousness. There was no hiding that from her, but Tim wouldn't let Cass blame herself. “You didn't do this. But you have to tell me who you’re working with. They did this, not you, okay?”

“Can’t.” Tears were starting to fall down Cass’ face too. “Orders.”

“They won't hurt you.” Tim blinked hard. He remembered every tactic Bruce taught him for staying conscious. “I’ll keep you safe, I swear on my life.”

Cass’ fingers twitched toward Tim. Unsure and unsteady. “Safe?”

Tim smiled at her as best he could. “Yes. We’ll both be-”

“If you caught something, you better have killed it by now!” A new voice shouted from a short distance. Followed by heavy footsteps.

Cass snatched her hand away from Tim. Her eyes went wide with unmistakable fear. Then her face went completely blank.

When Tim came to, it was on a medical gurney. He snapped awake with a gasp, trying to sit up. Too many machines were hooked up to him.

That voice. Tim knew that voice. If he just stayed conscious long enough to figure out who it was, he could-

“Careful!” Strong, familiar hands gently pushed Tim back down. “You’re going to tear your stitches.” Dick’s face came into focus as Tim blinked, adjusting to the light.

Tim’s head was spinning. He tried to think, grasping for any recent memories. “What happened?”

“We’re hoping you can tell us,” Dick said softly, concern in his eyes. Behind him, Alfred was cleaning up bloody bandages. “Alfred found you bleeding out in the cave. We… christ, Tim. We thought you weren't gonna make it for a second.”

Tim reached for the bandage wrapping his shoulder. Feeling where Cass’ blade had been.

Cass.

“No one else was here?” Tim asked.

Dick’s frown deepened and he shook his head. “The cameras only picked up on you unconscious at the mouth of the cave.”

“It was Cass,” Tim realized. His heart was stuck in his throat. “I found Cass and- she must've brought me here.”

“The cameras would’ve-”

“She would know how to avoid them,” Tim insisted. “I couldn't have gotten here on my own, Dick. I was already half dead.”

Dick’s face just twisted with more concern. Tim could see the hope he was trying hide, though. “Because of Cass?”

“Someone's manipulating her.” Tim couldn’t get the look on her face out of his head.

“Do you know who?”

Tim thought for a moment. That voice. He definitely knew that voice. He nodded. Tim sat up again, slower this time, already thinking of a plan to get Cass back. He promised her.

“Deathstroke.”

He loved her.

[raithwithwings57]

Stucky fic *Asking For the Dead* Wip stuff

I’m surprised and pleased to see that y’all be liking my fic stuff from random stucky fic things i have been working on, so here let me throw some more at ya. This is more from *Asking For The Dead* which is a fic where Bucky was freed from being the winter soldier, Steve is still asleep, Bucky works with shield and sometimes the avengers, but the avengers don’t’ like Bucky bc he killed Tony’s parents and also shot Natasha that one time.

He felt like it happened in slow motion. “Stark!” James screamed, watching the man fall from the sky and hurtle towards the ground. He wouldn’t catch himself this time. He was going to die. Stark had been trying to course correct to skid into the back of the open plane, thus rendering this just another one of his horrifically reckless adventures that scared the living daylights out of his girlfriend. But it hadn’t been enough and Stark was going to die a hair’s breadth from survival.

James didn’t think. He just jumped. The wind whipped his hair wildly, and the horror of dying by falling was brought into sharp relief for him— memories ripped at the edges of his consciousness. James grabbed onto the ankle of the Iron Man suit with his flesh hand and held on tightly. Through the comms someone was yelling at James now. With his metal hand grabbed onto the side of the building, tearing right through it, and leaving a long line of broken glass and metal as he slowed their descent. On a large metal support beam they jolted to a stop.

A lance of pain shot through James’ shoulder and he screamed before clamping down on the sounds. His other hand was still gripped tightly onto Stark’s ankle. The suit must have been offline, as the man inside made no attempt to move or help James keep them both from falling to their death. “Can someone— please— agh! Get us?” James closed his eyes tightly and focused on holding on, trying to block out the pain shooting through his shoulders and the dizzying fall dangling beneath them.

For a long moment James was half sure he wouldn’t be able to hold on long enough, or that he would let go of Stark to save himself. The fingers in his metal hand twitched and a long wave of plates undulated on the metal arm. James held on for almost thirty seconds, each second wondering how he was going to do it for another one. But then Colonel Rhodes and Wilson both flew up from opposite directions, clearly trying to catch Stark, but they would have been far too late. Colonel Rhodes grabbed Stark, to James’ immense relief. When Stark was lifted out of his grasp James almost lost his grip from the shock of compensating for weight that was no longer there. But Wilson was right there. He grabbed onto James and flew him down to the ground. Through a haze he heard Wilson complaining about how heavy he was.

He’d been set down, but he wasn’t really aware of it, at least not further than he was aware that he was no longer hovering over the ground. Everything felt distant, blurry, like flashes around him. Concrete, gasoline, gunpowder, metal, snow— no there was no snow, that was just the water he was smelling from the relentless New York rains— deep breath. Rain, leather, tires, tac gear—. James came to himself realizing he was shaking. He ripped off the goggles and the mask on his face, taking in great deep gasps of air. He forced his head between his knees, trying to slow his rabbiting heartbeat.

[barbarianbookhoe]

Chapter 4

A/N: this is a mix between fluff, pining and a small mention of trauma, otherwise it's pure tension bc I wanted to show more of their private moments as a couple!

[Disclaimer: I don't know shit about bullet wounds, but I mentioned stitching it bc there was a blog that also mentioned stitching it to keep the skin together, for the skin not to scar so badly]

After Kaz brought her into the small cabin, he quickly went out to retrieve his cane and some first aid items. When he came back, he was a little disheveled as he put them on the table, and watched as Y/N slowly took off his coat from her shoulders, wincing when she accidentally moved the injured one. Kaz stepped closer to her, trying to figure out a way to help her, her wet skin making it difficult for him.

"I got it from here Kaz. Don't worry," She whispered, still shaking from the cold. Kaz looked at her with a mocking face. "Really? With one hand?" She sent him an annoyed look as she reached for a cloth to clean off the blood from the wound.

Kaz watched her struggle for a few minutes, before he stepped closer to take the cloth and help, but Y/N took the cloth away from his reach. "I said I got it,"

"I've heard it, I'm not deaf. It doesn't mean you can't use my help," He said sternly and it only made Y/N even more frustrated, as she tried to contain her emotions. "And you're an expert with wounds, since when?"

"Quit being a stubborn mule and let me do it," Kaz was starting to get frustrated too. He quickly snatched the cloth away from Y/N and deeply inhaled, bracing himself for the action.

Her still wet skin and clothes made it much more difficult for him to concentrate on the wound, insted of her cold flesh, which was threatening to take him back to a memory he hated to relive in her presence. Kaz felt the water nearing in on his waist, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He also felt Y/N turning her body slightly away from him, to make the process more comfortable for him.

Before he could feel the water slowly burying his body again, he grounded himself by talking to the girl in front of him. When he finished with cleaning the wound, he looked at Y/N's now somewhat clean shoulder and swallowed thickly.

"Take off your vest and shirt. I can't take the bullet out like this." Kaz spoke on a quiet voice, then cleared his throat. "Not to mention you'll freeze to death in them," He turned around to give her some privacy, but Y/N spoke to him on a somewhat playful voice. "If you wanted me to take off my clothes you could've just asked,"

Kaz felt his heart drop to his ass. He was glad she couldn't see how flushed his face became at her words.

"You know that I don't ask for things. I steal them," Kaz said on a confident voice and heard Y/N hum behind him. "Is that a threat, Mr. Brekker?" She asked and gently tapped his ankle with her foot, to make him turn around. "It's a prom-"

The words died in his throat, as Kaz looked at Y/N's form. There were a few bruises forming on her lower ribs, where she was pulled down, but as soon as his eyes took in the bruise on her neck, Kaz felt like asking Nina to bring Oomen back from the dead, so he could kill him again.

Y/N noticed the murderous look in his eyes and took a step towards him. "These bruises will go away. I'm here, and I'm alive," She softly said and the sound made Kaz forget about the world outside for a moment. He looked at Y/N, then the wound on her shoulder, and began working.

Y/N hated bullet wounds. It wasn't enough to just stitch her up, her wound must be strongly poked to get the bullet out, then cleaned again, and only then could it be stitched. She hated the process. What she hated even more, was the fact that her darling partner was constantly asking her questions, making her talk when all she wanted to do was cry from the pain. She knew he used it as a mechanism for both of them, but she was one more second away from screaming.

She was gripping the edge of the small table and gritted her teeth. "Kaz, if you don't take that bullet out of me in the next ten seconds, I'll just fucking cut off my arm," She groaned and held the table tighter.

"Shame. A gunsmith needs both hands," Kaz replied and Y/N giggled, but the sound quickly died down in her throat, when suddenly a pain worse than before hit her shoulder, as she let out a groan.

"Just a few minutes," Kaz mumbled, but Y/N didn't quite hear it, because she was busy trying to muffle her scream. The pain was unbearable, and it only became worse when she felt Kaz put a new cloth on the wound, dipped in alcohol.

Y/N felt like her fingers were going to break any second from the grip she had on the table. Kaz pushed down on her shoulder, trying to keep himself steady, because Ghezen forbid he screwed up now. After a couple more minutes of groaning and wincing, Kaz slowly let go of Y/N's shoulder, inspecting it. When he found nothing suspicious, he cleaned it once more, before grabbing a thread and a needle to stitch it up.

Y/N stood still as Kaz tried to place his hands in a way least touching her skin, to keep it comfortable for both of them, but she felt the familiar thoughts flooding her. He doesn't want to touch me. He doesn't like to touch me. It's a burden to touch me. My skin is untouchable. My skin is disgusting. My scars are disgusting. My scars are-

"You stop that right now," Kaz said on a quiet, yet stern voice and it made Y/N slightly turn her head towards him. He was now standing directly next to her, so closely that if he wanted, he could've placed a kiss on her neck. On her scarred neck.

"Stop what?" Y/N asked, but little did she know what he was talking about. "Stop degrading yourself, just because I'm uncomfortable." He stared at her and then continued stitching her wound, "My unease has nothing to do with you, and everything with me. Don't lower your worth because I have a hard time adjusting to new things,"

"I know, but...old habits die hard," Y/N whispered as she watched Kaz bandaging her shoulder. She didn't even notice when he finished with her wound, but she was glad for it.

Kaz secured the fabric, but didn't pull away from her. Instead, he took a subtle, deep breath, and slowly began tracing her skin with his fingers. It started at her shoulder, then her collarbones, and eventually her neck, specifically her burn marks. Y/N most of the time forgot they were there, but when she didn't, she hated them. And no matter what form she took, the scars stayed. It made her irritated, sometimes to the point where she was contemplating slicing off her skin.

Kaz caressed her neck with such gentleness, that it made everything around Y/N melt. The room became warm all of a sudden, and she felt the tears forming in her eyes while Kaz looked at her with pure admiration on his face. He didn't let go of her as he came to stand behind her. He dipped his head and painfully slowly, left a feather light kiss on Y/N's scarred neck.

She became lightheaded as Kaz went to place another kiss on her skin. Then another. And another.

Then Kaz hesitantly placed a kiss on the side of her cold cheek, and waited for the nausea to hit him, but when it didn't came, he confidently leaned closer to the side of her face.

He lifted his hand and gently turned Y/N's head to him, just enough that their lips were half an inch away from each other. For a few moments, none of them did anything besides breathing and looking at each others lips. The silence didn't feel suffocating, it was a warm and comfortable feeling that embraced them.

Kaz wanted to take off his gloves. He felt proud for going this far with gloves on, doing it on a cold skin too. He felt himself get excited about what they were going to try next time, but it still made the leather on his hands burn his skin.

He craved touching Y/N without his gloves. He wanted to feel her skin under his fingers. He wanted to feel every scar, every uneven place on her. He wanted to feel her heartbeat under his hands.

He craved her in the most innocent way possible.

He wanted to be there for her, when she needed a shoulder to cry on. He wanted to be there when she needed a hug. He wanted to be able to hold her hand without even thinking about it. He wanted her to not worry about wether she should touch him. And most importantly, he wanted to kiss her whenever he wanted. Kaz thought about kissing her for the last two months. Placing kisses on every inch of her skin like it was the first drop of water after a drought, her hands, her arms, her neck, her cheeks, her forehead, her lips.

Kaz was sure that once he tasted those lips, even spending an eternity kissing her wouldn't satisfy him.

Y/N felt herself become warm all of a sudden, but didn't move from her place. If Kaz decided to kiss her, she would have to be a fool to stop him from doing it. She tiled her head just a little closer to him, and felt his breath get caught up in his throat. Their lips were almost touching, and just when Kaz was about to close that practically non-existent distance between them, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Wether you like it or not Brekker, I'm going to check on Y/N! Her heartbeat is basically sky rocketing, I don't want her to pass out," They both heard Nina's worried voice from outside.

Y/N felt Kaz step away from her to grab his cane, and she felt disappointment flowing through her. She closed her eyes for a second before letting out a small sigh. She thought it went unnoticed by Kaz as she watched him go over to the door, but before opening it, he looked back at her with sincere apology in his eyes.

"I packed some clothes in the bag while you weren't looking. Try to get some rest," He paused and then added, "For me, at least," He whispered and Y/N felt her heart stop for the hundredth time that day.

She softly smiled at him and nodded. "Only if you'll check on me later. You know I can't be trusted with knives in a room," She smiled even wider when she saw Kaz's lips turn into a grin.

Another knock came on the door, but before Nina could speak again, Kaz opened it and like it was just another day for him, he walked past a stunned Nina to the others on board.

When Nina went inside the cabin and turned to Y/N, and realized her shirt was missing, she let out a surprised giggle and smiled at the girl.

"Now I understand why your heartbeat sounded like you were going to pass out!" She exclaimed and Y/N stared back at her with an imitation of Kaz's murderous gaze.

"Nina honey, I need you to shoot me in the head," Y/N said casually and Nina erupted in laughs.

[cl00udyyanan]

Oh, you want some angst, huh? 😏

How about gn! Reader who gets tainted by Xiao's karmic debt but decides to not tell him bc they doesn't want to scare him?

But, unfortunately for them, they will not be able to hide their condition for long: they will die in front of Xiao, while suffering and screaming in agony, and he'll can't do anything to stop it, bc there's no cure for it.

love and it's sacrifices

synopsis: love makes you and xiao naive and selfish.

warnings: mc death, description of pain, angst with no comfort

character: xiao

notes: i edited this really late and i can't say it's any good but i hope ppl enjoy anyways

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"you're so silly," your arms wrapped around his slender neck, a smile dancing on your lips as you littered his neck with loving kisses. "i love you too much to let something like that deter me." you rest your head on his shoulder as you spoke.

the sun shone on your glistening skin, warm to the touch. it felt nice- all of this- being in xiao's arms, the wind playing around the two of you as you stood atop one of liyue's mountains. you had begged the adeptus to set aside his duties for once and indulge you in a nice picnic after hearing that he hadn't had one in almost 500 years. you couldn't let an opportunity to bask in the sun with him go. yet, as you were enjoying this moment, something was weighing on xiaos mind,

"you shouldn't be so naive. i've told you countless times that i have karmic debt. its dangerous. im dangerous." his words were softly muttered into the crown of your hair, he sighed, taking in your sacchrine vanilla scent. "...i don't want to hurt you." he moved long strokes against your back, relishing in the comfort you brought him. you felt so soft compared to him and he felt as you were so fragile he would break you.

"xiao, even if i loose my sight, or my lungs shrivel up and i can't breathe anymore. i'll still be by your side and love you all the same. it just makes my life all the more worth it."

he knew how stubborn you were and that no matter how much he wanted you to change your mind, you wouldn't. maybe he could be selfish just this once and bring you with him into his melancholy reality rust was his immortal life. he had a slimmer of hope that you could break his curse and maybe you'd be that one person who would stay by his side.

how naive he was.

one chilling night, xiao was out fufling his duties - and he had left you home alone. when he was gone, you would take short walks around the inn, the serenity of the flowing water and bright laterns gave you a relaxing feeling, which was something you seldom felt these days. night were longer and days were shorter with your chest constantly growing heavier with each breathe and every step you take more painful than the other. you never thought your adeptus boyfriend's debt to be real until you'd spend lonely nights sobbing at how your body burned, after having kept a facade all day to xiao that you were okay. that he wasn't slowly killing you every time he was near you.

you resented him, but you mostly resented yourself for lying to him. telling xiao you were okay when you were fucking not.

"hah-ha" your chest stung as you gripped at it as you were huddled over on the ground ears ringing your head being tugged and pulled by the horrid sensation. a dark swirl of green had surround you, enveloping you in a suffocating anguish. 'xiao' his name rolled of your tongue like a silent plea that you incoherently babble over and over, but your begs turned into whistles in the air. just when the pain began, it was over.

xiao had found you, passed out on the wood flooring the next morning, his eye wide and brows kneaded with concern. you'd simply told him that the wood was seemingly comfortable that night, he'd shrugged it off as 'weird human behavior'. you never told him what happened that night, leaving it as a bitter memory that'd bring you to tears on your pillow in the night.

since then, days begun to feel longer; the sun lost its shine and the moon seemed to mock you high up in the sky. you'd give it a longing look at the wee hours of the night, pondering endlessly.

was it worth it? the question would come up every now and then.

of course it was, you respond.

your stomach churn and grind, your legs turn into lead as you plummeted onto jagged ground, the grass cradling your abused body. eyes bleary as you hyperventilated. you said- no- screamed his name with winded breath. uncontrollable sobs falling from you. your body burned with a gnawing feeling, like your whole body was being spilt and torn in half. the draft of air became all too familar, that suffocating feeling returned, you felt the weight of all of your sins crawl through you. not only yours, but his. his karmic debt that you oh so tried to deny that was real. yet, every waking day when a sense of yours slowly deplted, your eyes sight worsening and blurrying, your hearing weakened and smells that you once loved had nothing but an empty sense of joy, inside you knew, that it was his karma affeccting you. you had turned into a product of his sins, he'd never be able to truly love someone, and you were so foolish to think you could defy the law of the adepti. that the rule didn't apply to you,.

you were naive just as he said, and you'd pay for your ignorance.

"no-no...please" xiao stumbled over to your mutturing and confused body. his knees scraping against the terrain as he pulled your body to his. you clutched to his shirt, shouting into his chest. he cupped your face, searching all over at your tormented expression. your face was red, stress lines scattered as you babbled and scream into him.

your cries became louder, the pain you felt was something no human should ever experience, and in his attempt to console you and save you. his presence made the air thicker, your lungs completely overtaken by his dark energy. you clawed at his shirt, practically ripping it open. you wanted to thrash at him, blame him for what he had done to you. he couldn't understand the horrendous feeling it was what he was causing.

"yn..." he spat your name out like venom, his cheeks red with anger and eyes full of tears. "why didn't you listen to me?" he shrieked, his fists balled up to your collar as he curled over your weakened corpse. he watched as the color left your skin that once glistened in the sun, your eyes soulless as m tears that had flown down your checks were dry. the yakshas's yells turned into quiet sobs, as he slowly realized what he has caused. darkness devoured him whole, eating at his heart and his mind. his light faded in his arms, it was then he became a husk of a man with no drive left in him. his motivation and ambition, his love and reason for living died in his arms.

he was left alone again in the world with only his debt to console him.

[sweet-villain]

Bullet To The Heart~ J.Q

@its-quinns-bread asked:

Hey princess✨

First of all, i really love your work. You're my favorite writer tbh, your angsts are craazy😩

Got a request, if u still writing stories.

I know it's a bit weird and out of the usual actor vibe but i really want to read something like that. It's okay if u don't want to write it

Joseph Quinn, as the smartest shooter in the world, working for the most famous Gang in London. All he get is just the name of the victims(bad guys) and he find informations himself in a second, using only a bullet (right on the head) to kill em. The reader is the next victim as she's blamed for something she didn't do. That's till he sees her. Feeling like "love at first sight" Joseph refuses to kill the reader, trying to find a way to hide her so his boss won't search for her. They get closer.

You can add Jamie as his best friend and helper. When he finds out the reader is his boss' biggest enemy's sister(Dacre Montgomerys) everything make sense. His boss just want to hurt Dacre by killing his sister bc of past misunderstandings.

Having a characters death (maybe Jamie's?) Would make it sad also.

You can make the story as how u want and end it also as how u want. Just gave an idea for a fic~

Mention of Death, Angst

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Author's Note : Thank you so much lovely. Not me crying over here as I start this. I really like this ideas and I am going to roll with it.

" Asshole" he pulled his arms to swing his knife at him.

As the blade came towards him, he stepped closer to his body, so when he turned his right shoulder brushed against his chest. Using his opened hands, he strucked him upper and lower arm. The combination of his strike and the swing made the knife his hand, clutter to the ground.

Grabbing his arm, twisting until the heel of his hand pointed towards the ceiling. Then he put his right shoulder under his elbow and yank his hand down. With a crack, his arm broke causing him to hiss in pain.

" You're fucking dead!" he creamed.

Spinning around to face him, he chuckled bringing his fist back and colliding twice with his face, mainly his nose. Blood began to gush. While he tried to grip his nose and look at the blood, he kicked him in the knee caps. Mason tumbled to the ground.

Joe chuckled as he stared down at Mason, helpless.

" Funny, I'm not." Joe kicked him in the ribs. He knelt down to feel a pulse on Mason's wrist. He was meant by a strong pulse.

Mason winced, clutching his arm, " You little-"

Joe sighed to himself, colliding his fist against Mason's face, standing up taking a handkerchief from the pocket of his pants as he wiped his hands of any blood. Joe would usually bring a gun to handle guys like Mason Dye but he knew better, he didn't want to start a war with his enemy.

That could wait. Everyone knew who he was by one glance in his direction. He was dangerous and he's the smartest shooters in London. His assignments are simply to kill the victims that are assigned to him, no messes left behind, and no remorse to any of those that even beg him.

He makes his way out of the building leaving that mess for the Montgomery gang to find. It was a message to the leader of the Montgomery gang, that he was watching them and he was ready if Dacre, would strike.

He left Mason Dye alive, broken but alive.

Heads turn when he walks through the familiar bar of London, one he knows his best friend runs and spots him in a blink of an eye. Jamie is serving customers behind the bar like usually but he's also known best for selling guns and the bullets you need. Jamie was chatting with a nice couple with Joe walked up to him with one elbow on the bar.

" Well, Well, Well look who the wind brought, the smartest shooter in London and the best" Joe rolled his eyes, with a small smile on his face. He knew Jamie was only boosting his ego and playing with him like that. " If it isn't my best friend, what can I do for you?"

Joe took out the gun from behind his back placing it on top of the bar. Jamie's hands falls on top of it sliding it below and out of vision as he eyes it.

" Not too bad, where did you get it?" Joe snorted remembering how he left Mason lying with his nose broken in the building. " Don't tell me you took it off one of those nobody's off the street that look at you with one glance and they are a goner."

Joe smirked, " Mason Dye."

Jamie's eyes got wide as he leaned closer to Joe's ear, " Are you kidding me?" Joe shook his head with a serious look on his face. " He was sent to hunt, hunt for me... I know it.."

Jamie sighed pulling back as he turns around putting the gun in of the cabinets.

" You have to be more careful around like that, who knows what or who Montgomery will send out next?" Joe's hand balled into a fist.

" He can send as many as he likes, you know they will be dead the moment they stepped foot in my sight" Jamie smirked knowing fully what Joe was capable. Joe could end someone's life with just one bullet to the head.

Joe didn't care for his victims, nor he cared for their names or their families. He did the job as he was told and went on his day. The only people he cared about was Jamie, Keery and Maya that were part of his gang. Anyone else was not in his books.

A hand places on top of Joe's shoulder catching him off guard. Joe senses picked up as he grabbed the arm twisting it around and slamming the person's head on top of the bar with his other hand on it. The person winced harshly, " It's me, Joe."

Joe's eyes turned from blaze of fury to softer shade of brown as he released Keery from his old. Keery stood up, rubbing his head while Joe adjust his jacket tapping it with his open hand as he apologized. Maya couldn't help but snickered at what just happened.

" Yeah, Yeah, laughs it up" Keery waved her off as he turned to Joe, " Geez you could of pulled all my hair off, thanks" Joe shrugged as he took the drink that Jamie had slide over to him.

" You'll live" Joe turns his head to Maya.

" You have something for me?" She nodded, taking out an envelope from her back pocket and handing it over to him. He grabs the yellow envelope that holds a picture of his next victim.

" Did you hear that Joe happened to bump into our dear old pal Mason?" Jamie folded his arms and places on top of the bar as he leans in a hush tone, looking around that no one would hear him. This side of the town wasn't Montgomery's territory. They weren't allowed on this side of town.

Keery and Maya both looked at Joe with worry, " you want us to scout around and see if we find anyone else that doesn't belong here?" Joe shook his head taking a cigarette from his pocket with a lighter. He places the envelop in between his armpit raising one hand to cover the flame as he lights the cigarette.

" There's no need, I've handled it" Keery nods.

" How about a drink before dear Joseph runs to do his job?"

" Sounds good" Maya says. " Do you need us to come?" She asks.

" I've got it, Maya. You stay here and enjoy yourself with Keery" he pats Keery on the shoulder with the edge of the cigarette hanging from his lips.

" But what-" Joe put his hand up as he shakes his head.

" If I needed your help, I would of asked " Jamie pursed his lips taking one of the guns that Joe likes, with two boxes of bullets just to be safe as he slide them over.

" A gift" Jamie smirks. Joe looks around to see if anyone was watching him and takes the items off the bar putting them into his pocket shielding them with his jacket. He feels the crips of the envelope in between his fingers as he eyes it.

He felt this one was special.

-

Joe eyes the picture in his hands as he stands across the street, leaning against the brick wall and looks up in time to see you walking across the street with a bag in your hands. You had gone shopping in the opposite side of town, it was forbidden for you to walk those streets but you weren't going to be cooped up in that home.

" It's not a good idea for you to walk those streets" Liv reminded you as she places a hand on top of your arm. Her face shown with worry while you huffed the piece of hair in front of your face.

" Don't tell me you want me to be copped up in here like some chicken or something" she chuckled for a bit but shook her head.

" You deserve to do what you want, but you know those street aren't safe. What would he say?" you rolled your eyes at the mention of your brother. Dacre. Dacre Montgomery. He was the second biggest gang leaders in London, killing anyone that do his family harm and betrayed him.

Both Joseph and Dacre had higher ups to speak for and the higher ups disposed each other to the bone. There was once where the Montgomery gang and the Quinn gang were at peace, it was one misunderstanding between one another that led to the downfall.

" He would say nothing, I'm a grown woman that can handle herself" the door opened and your brother stepped in with following by Chester, one of his right hand man.

" My love" Liv stands up from her seat as she makes her way over to him. The two share a small kiss as he turns to you, with Liv's arm wrapped around his elbow. You scoff at the sight of your brother fully aware what he was going to say. You looked away not bothering to hear his nonsense this time.

" You can't be mad at me for a long time" he says stepping closer releasing from Liv's hold as he rounds to the seat in front of you and sits down. He takes a hold of your hand in his and places his other hand on top of yours. His rings shine in the light as well as his necklaces hanging around his neck in between the open shirt he has on.

" It's not safe for you to go out today" he says. " I know how much you enjoy the weather and hear the laughter of children running around in the streets. I know you want to go out like you used to, but things have changed and you must stay here. For your safety" you slipped your hand from under his as you stood up.

" I'm capable of handling myself, I'm a Montgomery for crying out loud" you shouted waving your hands around. " It's not fair that Liv gets to go out and I have to sit here and wait for your orders" Dacre sighed as he stood up.

" You will stay here and that's an order. I'm only doing this to protect you" the door swung open again and bruised and broken arm Mason stumbles in with his front teeth missing, his nose looks broken and bloodied. He looks like he's in a lot of pain as he stumbles into Chester.

Chester takes a hold of him as he looks worried at his friend. Dacre's jaw clenched at the sight of his friend, " Who did this?" he asked. Mason winced grabbing his side. You hurried towards Mason other's side as you helped Chester bring him to the couch. Mason settles down with a wince and a hiss as he slouches on the couch.

Dacre looks up at Chester, nodding his head to get Myles and Clayton as an order to go out looking for whoever did this to Mason.

" I will end anyone that did this to you" Dacre swore and points to you, " Stay inside, listen for once" he hisses storming out leaving a groaning Mason the couch while Liv stands off to the side.

" He's going to be really angry, but I can deal with him. You should go. You've been in this room for three days" you nodded and mouthed a thank you. Mason was about to protest but Liv smacked the back of his head in silence.

You ran out the door getting the things you needed and headed out the door. Sunshine was calling your name.

-

Joe continues to watch you walk down the streets and one of his hands is on the gun on the side of his pants, beneath his coat as he follows you down the street. You were his next victim and he was going to finish the job no matter the circumstances. You stopped for a moment and looked at your surroundings as if feeling something was off. Joe had stopped and hide behind one of the cars parked on the side walk. Just in case you turned around and spotted him.

You continued to walk hearing children run past you with a plane in their hands. As your boots hits the pavement, another pair of shoes hit the pavement and you have been hearing it for quite some time. You turn the corner into an alleyway when you turned around to face who had the audacity to follow you.

You thought your brother sent one of his goons to follow you but you face to face with another face. A face that the part of town you were in knew very well. His curls were messier than ever, his brown eyes stared down hard at you and he didn't have nor a smile or a frown on his face.

His hand itched for a gun but he stopped in his tracks as his eyes grew wide at the sight of you. You were beautiful. He watched your face turned from shock to surprise as you stood in front of him. His mouth was a jar.

" What?" you asked, suddenly breaking him out of his thoughts. " I'm sorry, what?" He scrunched up his eyebrows as he took sight of you. The way your hair was flowing in the wind, the way your eyes held surprise in them and amusement, the way you had that small smile on your face and the way you were waiting for him.

" Well..." you titled your head to the side. He swallows the lump in his throat at the sudden stop. He never stopped to kill his victims. But this, you.. this was different. His heart raced at the thought of having you in his arms and feeling what you were like against him.

" Your not afraid?" he asked. You snorted, shaking your head. You weren't going to tell him who you were, it's less information he needed to know.

" I don't have anything to be afraid of, certainly not of a man that has a gun ready to point at me" Joe pulled his hands away from his gun as he stood up straighter.

" Do you know who I am?" he asked, it came to him sudden surprise that you were not afraid of him. He knew it meant two things either you were ready to die as you came to face to face with your chances or that you came from a family, a family that was familiar with these type of situations.

" I do, the famous most smartest ruthless shooters on this side of town" He nods.

" What's my name, darling?" he licks his lips. His heart begged you to call his name out. He wanted to know how it sounded out of you.

" Joseph Quinn" he had to hold himself back on how good his name falls from your mouth. If he could show you how he felt, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his heart melted on the spot.

But, he can't. He can't care. Not for you.

" You did have a job to do, no?" you asked. " To kill me?" his lips grow in a thin line as he nods taking out the photo of your from the back pocket of his pants and unfolding it. It was a picture of you, outside on the balcony having tea.

" Huh? What is stopping you?" you took the chance and stepping closer to him. You can smell the hint of cigarettes, gun powder and mint off of him.

Suddenly you heard the familiar voices and grab the lapel of his jacket pulling him to the side of the building as a car drives past. Joe's breath hitches seeing how close you were to him. His eyes grow wide as your lips were inches away from him. Your head was peeking out to see if anyone had spotted you two and when you saw that no one did, your head turned just in time your own breath to hitch.

Joe couldn't help it. He had to keep you safe and have you to himself. When you turned to grab your bag from the floor, a hand wraps around your mouth while he pulls you back, whispering into your ear to be quiet. The next thing you knew, things grew black as you went limp in Joe's arms. He lowers you onto the ground into his lap looking over your features.

God, you were beautiful.

He had called two people he trusted besides Jamie to help.

" Are you out of your mind?" Keery asks waving his hands over at your laying body on the ground. " We can't bring her back to the house"

" Why not?" Maya gasped as he flicked him in the forehead. He scrunched up his nose rubbing on the spot. " You were suppose to kill her, our boss will kill us first then you."

Joe shook his head, " He won't and I will not let that happen"

" It's your funeral' Keery says as he helps him carry you to the car while Maya was on the look out.

-

Dacre rubbed a hand down his face as he angrily stared at his men, his jaw twitched as there was fire in his eyes. How could you be missing?

" I specifically told her not to go, and now she's gone..." he eyes Liv who scurries away behind Chester. " Liv, did you tell my sister that she was allowed to go? At a time like this? Have you seen the state of Mason?" she nods and mumbles she's sorry.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and lowers his hand.

" You find her and you bring her here, do you understand me?' Chester nods as he begs the rest of follow him. Mason stood up as he was about to follow Chester out the door when Dacre puts his hand on his chest to stop him.

" Not you, Mason. You're still healing" Mason huffed.

" I want to help" he says. " I need my gun and bullets, I'll be okay. This" he motions to himself, " It's only a scratch"

Dacre chuckled, " you can barley walk. Take another day off and that's an order" Mason huffed as he looked towards Liv who looked away. She knew better than to go against her boyfriend right now.

He walked away with one more glance at Dacre to see if he would change his mind. He didn't.

" Babe" Liv called out to her boyfriend who had his hands in his pockets of his pants as he stared at the flowers on the table. " I'm sorry, I've only wanted the best for her."

" And look where that's got her" he says, looking at her. It was a cold and distant look. He didn't meant to be cold towards his girlfriend but right now you were more concern on his mind. His baby sister.

He made a promise to always look out for you.

" How can I make you feel better?" she asks, making her way to him running her hands up his arms, squeezing at his shoulders massaging them in hopes he would relax more. He was stiff as a stick on the ground.

He shrugged off her touch and walked out the room leaving Liv in brim of her tears as she walked to the window, looking out in hopes you were okay.

-

Your fingers dragged over the books on the bookshelf brushing over the titles with golden lettering. Joe was pouring a drink in two glasses, peeking on the side spying the poison he had just in case he needed. He glanced at you and a sudden feeling of calmness passes over him at the sight of your back.

You can feel his stare on your back as you walked through his apartment stopping on a picture.

" Who's this?" you asked, turning to point a finger at the photo and look at Joe for answers. He picked up both glasses with his hands making his way towards you, handing one to you.

" Thank you" you took one from his hand while looking back at the picture. It was Joe one arm wrapped around the person's shoulders. The other had his arm wrapped around Joe, he had blonde dirty hair, short, had pretty eyes, smile on his face as he looked at the camera.

" That's Jamie" Joe felt like he could only tell you Jamie's name. He didn't know you all to well for all he knew you could be playing him and this was all a game to you. But again, he felt that calm passing through him when you look at him.

" What does he do?"

" He's a bartender" Joe says, " the best in town" he adds. You nod, tapping one finger against the glass.

" Have you known him long?" Joe nods.

" We're very good friends and one of the few that I trust" he says, downing his glass. Your eyes move next to the next photo he has on the wall. It was Joe with two others, one was a guy and the other was a girl. She was really pretty.

" Who are they?" He scrunched up his nose, chuckling.

" You're very nosey" he says.

" Oh sorry, just trying to figure you out" he hummed as he took his glass back to his kitchen and poured himself another drink. You watched his hands hold the bottle with one hand while the other held onto the glass. You wondered how his fingers would feel on your skin.

" Those two are my friends too, Joe Keery. But we call him Keery, because then whoever calls us will get us confused and the other is Maya. They handle things when I need some help" he turns to look at you while you continue to pace his apartment stopping to sit on his couch.

" Do you have anymore?" He arches his eyebrows in questions, " you know. People you trust" you motion with your hand. He leans his back against the kitchen counters with the glass in his hands.

" Not many" he decided to answer, as a safe answer for now.

" Do you?" he asks turning the tables on you. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh. " You can say that" you weren't telling him half the truth, Liv and some of the other girls around the other side of town were some of your friends. There was also your brother's men who were you friends too.

" So what's your name mysterious pretty girl?" he set his glass down near the kitchen sink as he cautiously approaches you. There is a part of him that wants to know you but yet it's holding back because he doesn't trust anyone really. He's a man that can kill anyone with one bullet in the head.

You eyed him, " You're going to hate me once I tell you who I am and who my brother is.." he tilts his head in confusion not really understanding where you were going yet.

" I'm sure we can get pass it" he says standing a few feet away from you. You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself, ready to walk out the door if needed as you stood up.

" Look, I don't think you want to know" you move your way towards the door when a hand reached out to grip your wrist turning you around as you come face to face with Joe.

Your breath hitches once you realize how close he is to you.

" What's your name?" the grip on your wrist was a little tighter as his eyes darken to almost the shade of the color black. If you were hiding your name from him and trying to avoid this, he was going to find one way or another. It was part of his job.

" My name is not important" he sighs, jaw locked tight as he brought you closer to him. His other hand gripped your chin making you look at him.

" You don't want to play any games with my, you understand me? Do you know who I am?" at these words you rolled your eyes and pushed away from him. He released you with a little push as you stumbled back getting your footing.

" I know who you are" you mumbled, rubbing your wrist from his grip that he had on you. " My name is Y/N Montgomery" at the sound of your last name slipping through his ears, he took his gun out from the back and pointed at you.

Your eyes grew wide at the sight of it raising your hands up.

" I'm not here to kill you, my brother doesn't know you found me" Joe blinks once as he eyes you, then another as he eyes your outfit and eyes the purse on your shoulder.

" Show me your purse" he says motioning it with his gun. " What do you have inside?" he asks.

You took the purse off your shoulder and opening to reveal what you had inside. Lipstick, your wallet, a pocket knife and small bottle of your perfume with chapstick.

" The knife, give it to me" he held one of his hands out for you to place it on his hand. You didn't hesitate to give it to him, there was a feeling you felt that you could trust him. He was surprised from the way you just handed it over to him without a word.

" Montgomery, huh?" he asked, turning the knife in his hands. He can see your initials on it shining in the light.

" Yeah, Montgomery. A name I'm not very fond of" you mumbled looking at your painted nails.

" Being a sister to the second best shooter man in London isn't enough? You're a Montgomery, you have everything handed to you" you couldn't help but laugh.

" Handed to me? I have worked for every single thing in my life. You think it's so easy being a sister of Dacre Montgomery? You have no idea what it's like, always being said oh watch this Y/N, you can't handle this Y/N, you can't be trust with a gun Y/N, you should stand behind me Y/N, you should go with one of my men, you should go there, you should do this and that" you spatted with anger, " I am tired of him."

Your eyes brim with tears turning away from him.

" He's never given me my moment. He's controlling and he's never letting me do what I want. I always have to have someone with me"

" Then how did you need up alone on the other side of town? hm?" he asks.

" His girlfriend, she's such a doll. She told me to make a run for it, to capture some sunlight. I needed to get out of that house. I felt like a caged animal.." you can feel his presence get closer.

Joe still had his gun out in case you tried anything. He could hear the pain in your voice as you spoke on how your brother treated you. It was unfair and he wanted nothing but to protect you.

" You won't be anymore.." he says. You turned around with your eyebrows knitted tougher looking at him in confusion. " What are you talking about?" you wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

" Stay here, you'll be safe here" you eyed the gun in his hand and looked back up at him. " Safe? When you have that on me?" you motioned with your hands towards the gun.

He lifted up showing you that the safety was on and that he wasn't going to really use it on you unless he had a reason.

" Why do you sense to trust me?" you asked.

" Because you're different, even as a Montgomery. You seem different, I like different. You're too beautiful to be locked in a house, your bother will get what's coming to him"

" What are you going to do?"

He sent you a small smile with a shook of his head, " Don't worry about that."

-

The door the bar opened, the noise has stopped as all eyes fell on who stood there. Chester stood there with the other men behind him as he looked around with a gun in his hands. Jamie stood behind the bar, with one hand on the gun he had hidden underneath the bar.

" Now can anyone tell me if they seen a pretty girl that came in that didn't look like she belonged here?" Chester asked stepping down a few steps as he looked around.

" Pretty busy in here, what is everyone drinking tonight?" he walked up to a couple and took a glass, downing it in on go and threw the glass somewhere where it crashed. Jamie growled at the action, gripping the gun tight.

" Have you seen the girl? Maybe she came through here?" Chester asks describing you to the woman he wrapped an arm around and pointed the gun to her chest. " I need a yes or no" the woman only whimpered reaching for her husband in fear. Chester tsk as he pointed the gun at her husband.

" I asked you a question" he says, " I will start shooting if I don't get answers!" he yelled in anger. Jamie had enough of this as he spoke up.

" You aren't welcomed here" he says bringing the attention of Chester who turned his head at the sound of Jamie's voice. " Ah, you must be the bartender that everyone talks so highly of.. John right? Or what is Josh?" Chester asked scratching the side of his head with the gun in thought.

Jamie suppressed a fake smile, " It's Jamie."

" Potato, tomato" Chester waved the gun around as he came towards the bar. " Boys" he called to the rest as they scurried up to him. He pursed his lips looking around.

" Search every inch, I don't care what needs to be done. Find her" Jamie jaw clenched as he gripped the gun underneath a bit tighter. From the corner of his eyes he can see that Maya and Keery are in the back looking out. He shake his head no to them. He doesn't need any blood in the bar.

While they searched for you, Keery and Maya rushed to find Joe.

-

" Are you going to keep the gun on the table all the time that I'm here?" you asked noticing it was still there. Joe walked out of the bedroom, most likely his as he looked at the gun on the table.

" Does it bother you?" he asks. You nodded.

" Good, don't need you to try anything on me"

" I told you that I am not like my brother" he hummed as he put on his jacket. " You might be like your brother but your a Montgomery. You never trust a Montgomery."

" But you haven't killed me yet, what's stopping you?"

" You're too pretty to be a corpse" Joe says, but you rolled your eyes at his lack of flirting. " Gee, thank you."

" There is something about you that's different, I like it" he says with a shrug. Suddenly there is a knock on the door causing your sense to be alert.

" Expecting anyone?" he shook his head as he took the gun off the table and slowly made his way to the door. Banging against the door was hard and shouting of voices.

" It's us, Joe! Red Alert!" Joe put the gun down as he opened the door as two people rushed inside, almost falling on top of each other. You noticed them from the photos hanging on the walls.

" What is it?" Joe asked. The other two have yet to notice that you were in the room with them. The both of them started to talk on top of one another shouting what was going on.

" Hey!" Joe shouted. " I don't understand what you both said, speak slower and one at a time" Kerry began to tell Joe about how Chester with his men walked into the bar demanding where a girl was and no one had any idea of who she was.

That's when Maya noticed your presence in the room, " Joe tell me you didn't" she says making her way over to you and circles around you. " She's the girl they are looking for.." Keery turned his attention towards you that was standing playing with your fingers.

" Joe! Chester has his gun down there pointing at everyone including Jamie.."

" Jamie can take care of himself, he's a big boy" Joe says, there was price of fear inside of him. " We need to tell them she's here"

" I am not going back" you said, " over my dead body they will take me back to my brother."

" Who's your brother?" Keery asked. Joe put a hand to stop you from talking when you uttered out who your brother was. Maya and Keery's eyes got wide at his name.

" Joe!" they both yelled.

" Let me handle this" Joe says as he walks into his kitchen, getting another gun out as he steps out. " You're going to stay here" he says, putting the gun in your hand that previously laid on the table.

You were about to protest when he sent you a glare. If he thought you were staying here and being in the room like you were when you were living with your brother, then he had another thing coming.

"Stay. Here." Joe said those words one more time as he headed out with Maya and Keery hot on his trails.

-

Chester and the rest of the boys were flipping tables, throwing glasses and moving people around.

" No one moves or leaves until we find the girl" Chester says.

" You can't keep us here!" a man shouted as he rose to stand up, but Chester knocked him back down with a clog of his gun. " Sit down, grandpa."

The group that was with him, held him back as he fell into one of their laps. " These are my customers, you can't keep doing this" Jamie spatted as he sent a glare towards Chester.

" And who's going to stop us? Hm? You?" he snickered. " There is one of you and 5 of us"

" You forgot to count us" Maya's voice spoke out as she stepped out with Keery and Joe by her side. Chester clasped a hand over his mouth dramatically as he gasped, " Oh look it's the three musketeers. What am I going to do?" he wined.

Joe growled, " Leave them out of it."

Chester pointed his gun towards Joe, " Well look here-" he didn't get to finish his sentence as Joe shot him in the shoulder, bullet went straight through. Chester screamed as he gripped his shoulder and cursed to himself. All the noise stopped and the focus was on him.

" Why you little-" Chester didn't finish his sentence because Joe shot his other shoulder. Chest screamed again as he gripped both his shoulders on the ground in pain.

" You're going to regret this!" he shouted through the pain. " Help me up! We gotta tell Dacre" he says as the boys help him off of his feet and carry him out of the bar.

" This isn't over" Jamie shouted.

" Not by a long shot" Joe says lowering his gun.

-

You were startled when the door opened and slammed shut as Joe stormed into the apartment.

" Did anyone get hurt?" was the first thing you asked. Joe stopped in his tracks as he turns to face you. " I told you I would handle it, no. No one did. But they were so close, you have to tell your brother to stop snooping for you otherwise someone will die and it won't be pretty."

" I am not going to call my brother, I have nothing to say to him" you shook your head with your arms across your chest with a huff.

" Call him" he says through his gritted teeth. " This side of town is my home, and I am not going to let anyone get hurt because of someone-"

" Someone like what? Huh? A Montgomery?"

" Someone like a pretty thing like you" he finishes catching you off guard. Your cheeks turned pink as you looked away from him.

" Don't hide from me" he brings your face back that he could see you, " You'e even prettier like this" He pokes one of your cheeks, the blush that you had darken. " Look at you, so pretty"

" You're pretty too, you know" you mumble out, loud enough for him to hear. He pauses at what you had told him and his own cheeks hint with redness.

" Thanks" he says pulling his hand away. He was about to walk away to his bedroom when your hand shoot up and stops him. He glances down at you in silence. " Stay with me for a bit" Joe was about to protest when something in your eyes caught him off guard as he sat down on the couch with you.

He ended up staying the whole night, falling asleep in your lap. In the middle of night he woke up and carried you to his bed where he thought you were more comfier. He took off your shoes for you and set them by the bed while he changed into something more comfortable as he settled in bed right next to you on his side.

When morning came, you rolled on your side to meet with the face of sleeping Joe. He looked so peaceful, sleeping with his chest rising up and down. Some strand of curls fell onto his forehead, his eyelashes were kissing his cheeks as he slept, and his lips looked so soft and kissable. They were right there for your taking.

" Stop looking at me" you heard the sound of his voice bring you out of your thoughts. A hint of red appears on your cheeks as you looked away and turning on your back to stare at the ceiling. Joe opened his eyes watching you look at his ceiling rather than his face.

" The ceiling isn't much interesting either"

" Then what am I suppose to look at?" you asked. When he didn't answer you, you turned to look at him him noticing he was already looking at you. " What?" his hand reached out to brush away a strand of your hair behind your cheek causing a hint of red appear on your cheeks.

" You're beautiful" he says.

" So are you" you tell him. He rolls his eyes as he sits up in bed rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms out. He stood up from the bed and you noticed he was only in a pair of boxers, eyeing the happy trail that you wanted to brush your fingers through, he caught you red handed as he spoke up.

" You like what you see?" you looked away, covering your face with the covers while Joe laughed as he walked into the bathroom. Today was going to be long day.

-

Joe was busy in conversation with Jamie when the door to the bar opened and everyone's eyes got wide who stood there. He wore a nice suit with his hair done nicely. His blue eyes were darker than they usually wore. Accompanying his side was Liv as she hung on his arms looking around for any sign of you. Her heart raced knowing what was about to happen.

" You shouldn't be here" a voice spoke out catching Dacre' attention as he came face to face with his enemy. " Joseph Quinn" he says like the name tasted bitter on his tongue.

" Dacre Montgomery" Joe reponse back to him, " Like I said, you shouldn't be here. You don't belong here.." he adds.

" I don't, but it came to my attention that my sister was spotted on this side of town. Care to share where and with whom?" Dacre asked. He took a few steps down.

" She's not here" Joe says.

" She never was" Jamie says as he walks around the bar. He stood next to Joe. " I suggest you get out of my bar" Jamie spats, pointing to the door.

Dacre laughs, " You are so funny, bartender. I don't believe I was talking to you."

" My name is Jamie and you best be on your way" Dacre titled his head to the side. You were peeking behind the bar counter at your brother. He looked really angry and very displeased to be here.

" I don't care what your name is, you don't answer to me. I asked Quinn over here.." Joe shook his head.

" She was never here like Jamie said" Dacre tsked as he reached his hand out for one of his men. One of his men handed him a gun.

" I am going to count to three, and if I don't get the answer I am looking for then I will start shooting. Do I make myself clear?" Keery and Maya got their guns ready if anything and Joe had his hand reach for his gun.

"One..." Dacre started as he eyed the room wanting to spot you himself. You were in big trouble and he knows you know it.

When no one said anything he went to count to two.

" You're not making things easier on you, Quinn"

" She's not here" Joe says through gritted teeth, " Leave!" he adds.

" Three" Dacre counted pointing a gun at Jamie, Joe couldn't eve react as a bullet went straight for Jamie and shooting him in the heart. Jamie stumbled back as gripped his chest. Joe catches him as Jamie falls to the ground. Everyone in the bar is screaming and running out while Dacre says, " I warned you!."

Joe doesn't pay attention to anything that Dacre is saying as he holds Jamie. Blood is oozing from Jamie's wound. Jamie is trying to say words out but blood is spluttering from his mouth. Joe's eyes brim with tears as he shakes his head.

" Don't leave me, you can't do this" he tells Jamie. Jamie only could weakly smile at him and raise his hand towards Joe but before he could touch Joe's cheek, the hand falls and Jamie eyes stare straight ahead. Joe grips Jamie, sobbing at him.

Keery and Maya started to shoot Dacre's crew while Dacre shield himself with Liv while looking for you. He see's the back of your head and grins.

" There you are trouble maker" he raises from his hiding spot as he shouts your name over the gun fire that is going on. Your head turns at the sound of his voice locking eyes with him. He found you.

Before Dacre can reach out to you, there is another scream and this scream alerts you and Dacre. Both your head turns at the sound of the scream watching as Liv is stumbling back gripping her chest as blood oozes her dress.

" NO!" Dacre screams as he rushes to her. He catches her as she falls into his arms. Joe takes Jamie's body and puts it over his shoulder as he rushes out of the bar while both Keery and Maya grab you and rush out of the bar hot on Joe's tail.

-

Joe stands looking down at his friends' grave with dried up tears on his cheeks. He had no idea if he had anymore tears left to shed but this was unfair. He was going to have to live his life without his best friend by his side. He never thought anything could break his heart, but this, this was more harder than heart break. You weren't sure if you should come up to him or give him space. A nudge on your shoulder sends you making your way to him.

You stood by his side glancing down at the grave stone.

" I'm so sorry Joe" you tell him, your fingers brushing against his own. He lets you lace your fingers through his as his body turns towards you with his head falling on your shoulder. Your other hand comes up to run your fingers through his curls. " I'm so sorry" you mumble, " he was great-" Joe cuts you off raising his head to meet your eyes.

" He was my best friend, the first person I trusted in the whole town. How am I suppose to go on like this?" your own heart broke at the sight of Joe.

Your hands reached up to cup his face with both your hands, " You can get through this. I know you can. I'll be here if you want my help" he nods turning his head to kiss the palm of your hands. He wants you here. He really does.

" He would of loved you" Joe tells you. You softly smiled.

" I'm sure he would" Joe takes both your hands off his cheeks as he sniffles, " Will you stay?" his brown eyes stare into your eyes with hope and want.

" I will, Joe" He wraps his arms around your waist as he tugs you to him.

The both of you stayed like that for a while not knowing your brother was watching not too far ahead with a scowl on his face.

" What are we going to do about them?" Mason asked.

" Leave it" Dacre says.

Dacre took someone that Joe cared about deeply and Joe took someone that Dacre cared about deeply. An eye for an eye.

But Joe took you from Dacre too. As much as it pained Dacre to see you with his enemy, he knew you were happy and if you wanted to talk with him.

You knew where to find him.

[franks-unholy-confessional]

can’t stop thinking about frank spitting in my mouth and fucking me till i’m crying and whining and squirming underneath him ❤️

Oh Christ. Jesus fucking Christ.

I’m literally pausing my show for this bc holy fuck.

This is also something I’ve thought about all too often. I’m not even going to pretend that this isn’t hot as fuck. In any era of his I would one hundred fucking percent be down for this.

Getting on your knees for him, mouth wide and slack as he fucks into it, fingers wound tight in your hair? Rambling about how fucking easy you are for him, how much of a whore you are for him to just drop with a single word from him?

Frank pulling out and telling you to keep your mouth open because the only thing it’s good for is his own pleasure. God the look he’d have on his face at seeing your lips and chin shining with spit, tears in your eyes from your aching jaw and scalp from his sharp tugs. Feeling so absolutely fucking wrecked and filthy when he yanks your hair harder, pulling your head farther back and fucking spitting right in your mouth. The whimper and groan it tears from you when you feel his spit hit your tongue, some landing on your lips and cheek adding to the mess you’ve already made of your face.

Getting pulled up by his hand gripping your arm and hair, keeping that balance of control and pain with the absolute fucking adoration in his eyes. And then hearing, feeling, his moan when he licks into your mouth and kisses you so fucking thoroughly while walking you back toward the bed. He’d be so fucking worked up that the two of you don’t even make it up to the pillows, just fucking sinking into you, not even waiting for you to adjust to the delicious stretch. And it’d be fucking perfect. He wouldn’t be able to keep his goddamn mouth shut. Telling you how perfect you are for him, his perfect filthy whore, how you listen so well, how you’d better keep your fucking hands exactly where they are above your head.

And you’d better come before he does or he won’t let you come at all. Shaking and whimpering with every thrust because every single one is perfect and hitting every goddamn spot that makes you arch and moan. You’d be so close that you couldn’t stop the tears from falling because God you needed to come and his rhythm was already faltering. Coming when he bites down where your neck meets shoulder so hard you know there’ll be a perfect set of imprints of his teeth. Feeling him finally come inside of you, filling you up.

Fucking….anon please. You are literally trying to kill me.

-ChronicArsonist

[snowangeldotmp3]

haunted hawkins please you absolute MENACE to my HEALTH with that snippet amy adams screaming dot gif

what can i say i love Pain and Angst hehe. lucky for you i have TWO pieces from haunted hawkins (though one of them might be scrapped bc i was on a scream kick…but in the realm of haunted hawkins robin and nancy DO have a few non-paranormal encounters. so.)

FIRST UP: the killer and the final girl (aka the scream chapter)

“There’s two of them,” she mutters, paralyzed by her own fear. Nancy’s head whips around, fear present in her gaze, too. “What?” “Killers,” Robin says, mouth suddenly dry and full of cotton, “there are two killers. One of them makes the call, the other does the killing.”

SECOND: The Lab (or, the name i just now gave this chapter outline bc this idea just slapped me in the face so i had to write it down)

“Robin, do you hear that?” Nancy stops, tilting her head around to seemingly get a better listen. Robin does hear it, a chittering that’s eerily and horribly familiar. The hairs on the back of her neck rise, and dread rolls through her stomach. One hand grips the nail-bat tighter, the other reaches for Nancy’s shoulder. “Nance,” she murmurs, “we need to leave. Now.” Nancy nods, grabbing whatever files she can and shoving them into her bag. A scraping sound on the metal door urges them faster, but Robin fears that they might be too late. When they look back through the dimly lit hallway though, all they see is a person. Nothing monstrous or evil, nothing to make the hairs on the back of Robin’s neck raise like it does. The lights flicker. Nancy shoves the last of the files into her bag, and Robin hears the familiar click of the hammer on Nancy’s revolver. The lights flicker again. Robin squints, accidentally making eye contact with the man. The man convulses, head jerking before a sickly, squelching noise emits from him. And then, His face opens up. Almost like the— “Demogorgon,” Nancy breathes. She freezes, if only for a moment, but Robin’s pretty sure she’s never seen her freeze, ever. Robin raises the nailbat, fingers dancing on the grip. Ready to swing, ready to fight. Two more demo-dogs join the lone one. Each one having a face that belongs—or belonged—to a person. Unless they were part human. Robin’s no expert on demogorgons, but the last time she checked the demogorgon wasn’t also a person. Which means two terrible, terrible things: One: there are more demogorgons, which means there are more Upside Downs, which means infinitely more headaches for them. Two: these are not your average, run of the mill demogorgons. These are were-demogorgons. Which means that somehow, in this Upside Down, the demogorgons have evolved. Which leads Robin to her final point: They are royally fucked.

wip weekend <3

[primewritessmut]

Fucking around with a prompt I saw for Malevolent but have repurposed for SpideyPool bc I have brain rot. (Ugh. Save me.)

Wade Wilson is a mercenary that works for The Organization (very ominous) and he completes missions with the help of a handler. A comms person in his ear feeding him intel and keeping him in line. He's recently been assigned a new handler.

/scene start/

“Take a left at the next street, then an immediate right.”

A muscle in Wade’s shoulder blade twitches as the voice crackles into his ear. This new comms guy is fine, but he’s still not used to hearing someone that isn’t Cable on the line. Wade and Cable had an understanding that this new guy wouldn’t know anything about.

It’s the height of fucking absurdity that Wade is just supposed to roll with some noob rattling instructions into his ear. He and Cable had trust. Namely, Cable trusted that Wade would do the most unhinged thing possible in any given situation and Wade trusted that Cable would be able to get him out of it.

There’s no trust with what’s-his-face. Her face. Their face?

Wade doesn’t fucking know and that’s the whole point. He’d put effort into making sure that he and Cable could work together flawlessly. Yeah, Cable hadn’t exactly been ecstatic that Wade had stalked enthusiastically followed Cable for a year, but that was just business sometimes.

Now Wade has to start all over again. Fuck th—

“Left. Now.”

Wade cranks the bike to the left, putting his foot down as the back end fishtails him around the arc and he can gun it down the alley.

“Right. Now.”

Wade skids again, the back wheel clipping the corner of the building and nearly dumping him onto his face.

“Your other right. Christ.”

“Well,” Wade grunts, muscling the bike back into balance. “Guess I’m takin’ a shortcut.”

The only response is a cute little growl followed by the sounds of frantic key tapping and aggressive paper shuffling.

That’s more like it.

Wade can’t have his new handler letting the title go to their head. No one handles Wade.

Wade is unhandleable.

“U-turn at the next light. Aim for Benton Street.”

“Sure thing, Siri.”

The traffic light switches to green just as Wade shoots out of the alley. He cuts behind a older model truck running the intersection then banks the motorcycle hard, nearly dumping it before coaxing it into a half-circle.

“Benton, Benton, Benton,” Wade mutters to himself, eyes scanning the street signs.

“Between the Starbucks and the hair salon.”

The tires on the bike grab just as that corporate green and white mermaid catches Wade’s eye. He eases off the throttle to get the bike pointed in the right direction, then cranks it back again, speeding between coffee and coifs.

“Where to now, Google Maps?”

Wade is pretty sure that’s the sound of teeth grinding. It puts a little smile on his face, and he has to use most of his willpower not to wiggle in the seat. He does wiggle a little though because he’s not a puritan.

Cable would have given Wade a stern talking to by this point, reminded Wade that he’s doing this for the greater good, that he needs to protect everyone else in the organization by not getting caught, scolded him for leaving a weapon at the scene.

blah blah blah

yada yada yada

He might actually be able to get behind a comms runner that doesn’t sit in his ear like Jiminy Fucking Cricket and judge him the whole time. That’s the ticket. He needs to think about this like being freed from oppression. The next time he wants to take a tooth as a trophy or de-glove somebody’s hand before killing them, there won’t be anyone to say no.

“Duck.”

“Wha—?”

A hot line of pain sears across the outside of Wade’s shoulder and he looks down to see blood oozing from a bullet wound, dripping down the sleeve of his leather jacket. Well… not his leather jacket.

“I just stole this jacket,” he whines.

“DUCK, asshole,” the voice barks in his ear and Wade is leaning over the handlebars, knees gripped tight to the gas tank, before his brain can even process the words.

Ungh.

Okay.

A bullet shatters a shop window to Wade’s left and he quickly readjusts his perspective.

If Wade’s new comms guy can get him out of this alive, he might be willing to give it a chance.

After all, he usually pays $1.99 a minute to get someone to talk to him like that.