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Hi, I’m a big fan of all of your writing and honestly take your time. This shouldn’t be something that you’re forced to write as far as I’m concerned this is a hobby and not a job. You do this at your own free time and your own will so take your time, we’ll always be ready whenever you’re ready.

HEAD CANNONS!

Hi my loves!

So it is currently 8 pm(my time) and I did not get through all the headcannons. I knew this so decided to switch up my posting than what I normally do. I did it so every guy that was requested got a piece posted.

I still have quite a few left in my inbox, some from six days ago, but I PROMISE YOU I will post them next week. I really would like to get back to working on Just For Tonight to get it posted in a few hours.

Thank you for being patient with me and understanding. It means more than you know. 🖤🪽

You have returned with the headcanons 😁😁😁 If y’all need me, I’ll be like this for the next 24hrs.

I was wondering if I could request a Noah Sebastian head canon with a reader who is in love with him, but believes it will never go anywhere so to try to cheer herself up she goes to the club with some friends and Noah ends up following her location to the club because he can’t stand the thought of someone else dancing on her or her being unsafe because he’s also secretly in love with her too.

PS the reason they have their locations is because they’re on tour and they do it for safety reasons 

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This girl's night had been a disaster from the get-go.

From nearly missing your Uber to almost getting puked on while waiting in line to get into the club, and finally getting hit on by guys that didn't interest you in the slightest, you were ready to go home.

You thought a night out with your friends would be something you needed to get over Noah.

But it only made you realize that all these guys that tried with you, didn't have a chance.

None of them were Noah.

"I think I'm going to head back to the hotel," you yelled to Lana over the loud bass of the song.

She gave you a pouty frown but nodded. "Did you want me to walk back with you?"

She was having a blast so you didn't want to disrupt her fun. "I'll be fine! It's actually a quick walk than waiting for the Uber."

After saying goodbye, you pushed your way through the packed club and breathed a sigh of relief when the fresh night air filled your lungs.

You made it all five steps away from the club when you came to a halt at the sight in front of you.

Noah stood there with his hair a disheveled mess like he'd been running.

"Hi, angel." he mused while taking in your appearance.

"How'd you know where I was?" You asked.

He held up his phone; your location on Life360 staring back at you.

"Why are you here?" You crossed your arms at the sudden chill.

Earlier, you'd seen Noah flirting with one of the stage hands which prompted your girl's night.

But Noah hadn't been flirting, he'd been trying to be polite by not pushing the girl away.

You didn't see his eyes as they lingered over to you while setting up the merch table.

"Because the thought of you dancing with someone else didn't feel right with me," he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his yellow hoodie. "I fucking hate it took me this long to realize it."

Your heart jumped in your throat. "Realize what?"

You could see the conflict in his eyes before he muttered under his breath. "Fuck it."

All at once, you felt his soft lips against yours in a kiss that held so much hesitation on his end, fear of not knowing how you'd act.

But your hands quickly found his long locks, pulling on the ends to bring him closer while your tongues fought in a battle of dominance; Noah quickly winning.

"Woah," you breathed while pulling away.

He didn't let you go far before wrapping an arm around you, walking with you back to the hotel with the promise of spending the night with you to figure out where your relationship went from here.

It was the head cannon where Noah and the reader find out at the very last minute that they’re having a baby.

Definitely, I’ll make sure to tag you as soon as I post it.

So after reading a head canon that was written out by the lovely @thefallennightmare, I decided to take my hand again at writing, but we’ll see how it goes. I’m probably halfway through writing it and then I’ll post it later tonight or probably tomorrow. Don’t judge too much because it’s my first time writing again in a very long minute 

Vampire Jolly is giving me Eric Northman vibes. I love it 😍🖤

Vampyr-Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson Drabble

*all pictures for cover found on pinterest. gif made by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Vampire! Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. mentions of blood, drinking blood, sex(p in v, rough, oral with male receiving), spanking, choking, degradation, swearing, fluff.

Summary: Joakim had spent centuries walking the earth alone, desperate to find someone to share his soul with. When he saw you, your essence radiating from your beauty, he refused to taint you with his own blood. No matter how much you begged him.

Authors Note: So this is for @cowpokeomens Bunny Summerween! You can find her introduction post HERE. I'm super stoked about this! This stemmed from a little conversation between me and @thatchickwiththecamera. Enjoy loves!

Summerween Prompts: "Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.” and Graveyard.

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The heels of my shoes clicked against the concrete as I walked down the back halls lit but the dim overhead lamps. My deep breaths echoed in the vastness in front of me as the door at the end of the hall came closer into view. 

Ruby moonlight from the blood moon broke through the giant window as I walked past it, dawning the hallway with such a vigorous light, it made my skin buzz with excitement for what was to come on Hallows Eve.

On the other side of the door I could hear soft chords of a guitar and a smile slowly crept to my face. The large door creaked and groaned when I opened it causing the man at the computer to slowly turn towards me. The inside of the room was a vast difference than the cold and dreary hallway I’d walked down. 

Dark eyes peered up at me from underneath a hat and through the facial hair around his lips, I saw a ghost of a smile. 

“You’re not dressed yet?” I asked with my hands low on my hips. 

“Käraste,” he sighed my nickname.

“Joakim,” I mocked. “The party starts in an hour. We already told Noah that we’d be there.” 

He set down the guitar on the floor at his feet before leaning farther back in the computer chair. Even though the large gothic estate was secluded in the middle of a graveyard, Joakim still managed to modernize the inside as the eras went on. The music studio was the most recent upgrade since I’ve lived here. 

“I’m ready,” he shrugged. 

I peaked a brow at his black shirt and jeans, the starkness of his white shoes standing out. His long hair was cascading down his shoulders.

“And what are you supposed to be?” I wondered. 

His tongue flicked over his teeth, the sharp fang catching his bottom lip and a small dribble of blood dripped over his chin. Something low in my gut burned with the need to lick him clean but knew that Joakim would deny me. 

Like he always did. 

“I don’t want to taint your blood unless you're absolutely sure, Y/N. It’s too pure for this curse.”

I was a mere mortal in his world of vampires, wanting a way in but never getting over the fear of what would happen if I did. As much as he loved me, Joakim would never get over the guilt if he turned me and I ended up hating what I became. 

Something I was afraid of as well. He wanted to make sure I was completely on board with the decision. 

Joakim was one of Sweden's oldest vampires, becoming the first in 1623 then creating a long lineage of vampires in his wake as he walked the earth for centuries with the hopes of finding someone to spend the rest of his eternity with. Two years ago he found me alone in a cafe with a book in my lap. He kept his secret from me for a long while until one night when the cravings for blood were too strong for him to ignore and I caught him with his fangs deep in my next door neighbor's throat. 

Joakim thought I’d be afraid of his true nature but in fact, I was enthralled. I wanted to know more. It confused me how he was able to walk out in the bright daylight without getting burned to which he informed me that his nose ring worked as a daylight ring, allowing him to stand in the sun. 

I was tired of this mundane life and was desperate for something different. An eternal life with Joakim. I’d love him with my entire soul and the idea that someday I would grow old while he remained his youthful self made my heart ache. But again, he didn’t want to burden me with his curse. 

“That’s the most pathetic vampire costume I’ve ever seen,” I snickered while rolling my eyes. 

Joakim raised a brow. “And what are you supposed to be?”

I smoothed down the leather jumpsuit. “Selene. From Underworld.” 

“Ah,” he mused before rocking back and forth in his chair. “Do we have to go tonight? I’d much rather stay home with you, käraste.”

His eyes raked over the top of my breasts that were exposed due to the zipper of my suit that wasn’t pulled close completely. 

“You’ve been working non stop the last few days. Bad Omens isn’t going anywhere, love.” I extended a hand to him. 

His dark eyes flicked down to it where it lingered for a moment before it rested back on my breasts and if he didn’t wear a smile, I’d fear something heavy was plaguing his mind. 

“You’re looking quite delicious, Y/N. Come here,” Joakim spread his legs wide, an open invitation. 

Something flickered inside of me, setting my skin ablaze with the intensity from his gaze, and I knew what he wanted. He needed another taste of me. While he refused to change me, he did love the way my blood tasted. He never drank from the vein in my neck because he was afraid of going too deep so he always drank from my wrist. It was a euphoric experience and it burned my soul in the best way. 

With his legs still spread wide, I perched myself on his lap and felt the cold skin of his arms as they wrapped around me. No matter how warm my body ran, it did nothing against Joakim’s always cold body. 

His heart, however, was warm with his undying love for me. 

I left a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the beer he drank earlier, and hummed in delight when his tongue slipped inside. I paid no mind to how we both managed to fit in the computer chair, his kiss being the only thing I could focus on. His sharp fangs nipped at my bottom lip and soon the taste of crimson mindled with our saliva causing Joakim to groan. His cock was aching underneath his jeans as he rutted up into me. 

“Käraste,” he murmured against my lips. “I need more of you. Please.” 

His begs were enunciated with a tight grip on my hips as he moved my body slowly over his cock. 

Pulling away from the kiss, I gave him my exposed wrist and with murky eyes, Joakim snarled his lips for his fangs to swell then sunk them deep into my wrist. 

“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the pull and tug of blood as it left my body. 

Inky veins littered around his eyes as the paleness of his skin soon began to shine with color. It was then I realized how long he’d gone without a proper feeding. 

“Joakim,” I shuddered while knocking off his hat to brush away the strands of hair from his face. “When was the last time you fed?” 

Still attached to my wrist, the orbs of his eyes told me the answer. 

Too long. 

“My love. You know I’m always here if you need to feed. There’s no need to starve yourself,” I reminded him. 

With a large intake of breath, he released his fangs from my now raw skin and his chin was stained claret with my blood; such an unholy sight. 

“On your knees,” he demanded, suddenly pulling me from his lap and forcing me to my knees. “Take it out.” 

My fingers worked fast to undo Joakims button and zipper, pulling his aching cock free. Beads of precum slip through the slit and I licked my lips hungrily at hit. Blood from the wound on my wrist dripped down as I grasped him, slowly moving my hand up and down. 

Joakim’s head fell back against the chair again, a breathy moan falling from his lips when I finally took all of him in my mouth. The taste of my blood and his cum was a glorious mixture and the need for more drove me wild. I craved to know what his blood tasted like. 

Did it taste sweet like his soul?

Did it have a tangy aftertaste like his cum? 

I swirled my tongue over the sensitive head and then began bobbing my head up and down in a fast paced motion; one I knew drove him mad. 

“Jag behöver dig för evigt, käraste,” Jolly ran his fingers through my hair to hold my head in place as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. 

I held him there for a long moment, sliding my tongue underneath his shaft which made an ungodly sound crawl out from his throat. All at once, I felt myself being lifted from the ground and wrapped my legs around Joakim’s waist. 

“Hold on tight,” he whispered in my ear. 

In a whirlwind flash, I felt my stomach drop then rise to my throat as we left the studio and ended up in our bedroom in a blink of an eye. He gently tossed me onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your super speed,” I said. 

Joakim hummed low while standing at the edge of the bed, pants still undone and thick cock hanging over the band of his briefs. With swift movements, he then stood in front of me bare for all to see. I watched as he zoomed around the room to litter it with lit candles and soon, a melody of lofi and ambient beats filled the space. 

“As much as I love you in this costume. I need to see you without it,” he spoke with a growl and ripped off the leather from my body, peeling it away like a second skin. 

The everlasting glow of the flames casted him in an orange and red hue, showcasing every outline and color of the tattoos that covered his chest and arm. My blood had dried to his chin as his tongue lapped up what was left of the sticky substance. 

"Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will,” Joakim crawled over me leaving soft but yet rough kisses as his fangs dragged over the inside of my thigh. 

My nails dug into the thick muscles of his arms and pulled him up to me to drown myself in another one of his soul shattering kisses. His scent was all encompassing as it stained my skin and when I wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt the head of his cock brush up against my slick folds. He slid his cock up and down with slow strokes and I nearly whined while grasping at the clammy skin of his back. 

“Joakim, please,” I begged. “I can’t wait any longer.” 

Calloused fingers brushed back the hair from my face so those eyes cloaked with darkness could stare earnestly at me. 

“I’ll never make you wait for me,” he promised while finally slipping inside of me. 

Our groans of pleasure mixed together as the old bed beneath us creaked and scraped along the hardwood floors with every thrust. My back arched in an futile effort to make him go deeper. 

When we first began dating, Joakim was careful with me, never wanting to hurt me with his strength. But once I knew what he was, I made him vow to me to never hold back. I could take it. 

My squeals echoed in the large room as he pulled all the way out to flip me onto my stomach. 

“Fuck,” I cried when his palm laid a stinging slap to my perk ass.

“In the air. Now.”

Never wanting to disobey him, I raised my ass in the air so he could use two fingers to gather the wetness between my legs. Slow and methodical fingers played with my clit and I grasped at the pillow underneath me, bringing it closer to my chest. 

“What do you want, käraste?” 

Fangs grazed over my lower back and felt tiny little pricks, drawing blood. The flick of his tongue cleaning up the mess he left behind. Every little bite brought me closer and closer to the edge and I was ready to succumb to the euphoric bliss that awaited me. Many times before, I had an orgasm just from Joakim feeding on me, but now adding his fingers to my clit, it felt like my body was vibrating. 

Words were foreign to me all of a sudden so I pressed my ass against his hips which in turn earned another striking palm to the already redden cheek. 

“Words, Y/N. You know you need to use your words with me,” his deep voice demanded. 

“Please, my love. I want your cock,” I all but screamed when another three hard strikes landed. 

A gentle kiss to the angry skin. “Good girl.” 

My head fell to the bed when I felt him fill me up completely and this time, there was no holding back like he’d done before. His pace had a merciless rhythm as he wrapped an arm around my stomach while his other hand gripped my throat to hoist my back against his chest. Now as he fucked up into me, I let my head fall back on his shoulder. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered with fangs leaving small marks along my neck. 

“Joakim,” I moaned once two delicate fingers began playing with my clit. 

It was all too much and I couldn’t focus on one of the feelings that ignited inside of me. 

While his thrusts were reckless, I could tell that Joakim was holding back from sinking his teeth farther into my throat. 

I exposed more of my neck to him with a silent invitation but I felt him shake his head behind me. 

“I can’t,” his grip around my throat tightened. 

My free hand reached behind me to bring his fangs closer. “I love you, Joakim. I won’t think less of you.” 

His hips stalled for a moment, an indication that he was close. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. Your wrist is one thing. The blood in your neck smells different.” 

Haze filled eyes looked up at him and I nuzzled my face in the hairs of his chin stubble. 

“I want to spend all of eternity with you,” I proclaimed. 

Something changed in the air around us with my words and there was a small flicker of light behind his eyes as they flicked down to the thick vein in my neck, it pulsating with the need to be tasted. 

Still connected, Joakim began to slowly drag his cock in and out of me, bringing me even closer to my release. My hand fell away from my clit, unable to focus on the sensitive nub, and I watched through hooded eyes as he bit down on the inside of his wrist. His blood dripped down my chest and onto the sheets beneath us before he brought it to my lips. 

“Drink, käraste. Drink as much as you want. You won’t hurt me.” He assured me with a soft smile. 

His blood tasted sweet like his soul but had a tangy aftertaste the longer I drank from him. Crimson pooled out of my lips, down my chin, and covered my body. The brilliancy flooded my mind, my soul, and it seemed that I was losing myself, dissolving in pure ecstasy and happiness. It was as if a part of me that lay dormant suddenly awoken as the hunger I felt grew tenfold and I was desperate for more. My nails dragged at the tattoos on his arm, trying to bring Joakim’s wrist closer to me. 

“Vi kommer för alltid att vara sammanflätade. Våra själar kommer att förbli ett, och vi kommer aldrig att behöva leta efter varandra eftersom våra liv kommer att leva tillsammans,” Joakim murmured in his mother tongue before finally plunging his fangs into my throat. 

The sound of skin ripping tangled together with our joined release, him spilling himself inside of me, and as new life breathed into me, Joakim professed his love to me with each pull and tug of my blood. 

Alexa play “For Us” by V

I love this, thank you 🥹

Tina, my dear! I hope you’re doing great!

I hoping to request a headcanon of Noah, where the reader moves to California when they’re teenagers, before the days of Bad Omens and they both miss each other deeply. I’ll leave it up to you if they reunite or not.

I’m basing this request off my favorite song right now “For Us by V”

Thank you 😊

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With a sigh, Noah pushed the car further down the store isles, tossing in things he needed to fill up the new house.

Him and Jolly recently moved to California in hopes of make the dream of Bad Omens come true. They recently released their self entitled album and knew that Los Angeles is where they needed to be; both nicks staying back home in Virgina.

The dream of making it wasn't the only reason why he needed to come to California.

His heart had been here for the last 10 years after one of his childhood friends moved here.

His first and only love.

His first kiss.

You.

It had been nearly eight years since he last spoke to you, both of you getting lost in life and adulthood that you two drifted apart.

He thought about reaching out to you when he moved here almost six months ago but you had a different number, his original message going undelivered.

I know it's been awhile but I'm moving to L.A and I'd love to see you again, angel.

Another sigh and adjusting the beanie on his head, Noah turned the corner into the other isle that held all of the cleaning supplies.

He was so lost in his thoughts of you that he crashed his cart into another one, the noise echoing loudly in the store.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry," Noah cursed his apology.

"It's alright. I was too busy looking at my list to watch where I was going."

That voice.

Noah's head snapped up from the dirty floor and eyes immediately connected with the pair of dark ones that haunted his dreams for the last ten years.

Even the aged face and longer hair couldn't hide you. Noah knew his first love.

His angel.

You sucked in a breath. "No-Noah?"

His heart was beating so fast, nearly jumping in his throat, he could barley speak your name.

"You look different. A good different," you let out a nervous breath, those almond eyes making you nervous like they always used too.

You could still faintly remember how his lips tasted the first time you two kissed, right before you moved away.

A kiss you thought about for the last ten years.

You thought about reaching out to him when you first heard Bad Omens self entitled album, the proudness nearly bursting through your chest. But you lost all of your contacts when you switched numbers and couldn't remember the last two digits of his number.

"Angel," he finally uttered the nickname that made your head spin.