and has been sitting in my lap for the past 30 minutes

The One Where Marcus Loves A Cheerleader (Jeff Atkins)

Request: Maybe a smut where you’re a nerd dating Marcus and you walk in on him having sex with a cheerleader. He says that he cheated because you’re a prude who didn’t want to have sex with him. Jeff Atkins comforts you, admits his feelings and smut ensues. Later in the locker room, everyone teases Jeff asking where all his hickeys and scratches on his back came from and he looks straight into Marcus’s eyes and goes Y/N and Marcus doesn’t believe it until he sees you guys kissing in the hallway later.


“I just don’t understand why you can’t come out tonight. It’s just Bryce’s place, we’ll be there an hour, two hours max.” Marcus argues, rubbing his hand over his head in pure, unadulterated annoyance.

You take a special kind of pleasure in annoying him, and you can’t help it. He’s your boyfriend, but he’s clingy. He’s annoying.

“And I just don’t understand why you can’t go by yourself.” You retort, dry and humorless. “You keep asking, and I keep saying no. This is getting repetitive.”

“I just –” Marcus stops himself for a second, breathing in slowly. “I don’t get why you can’t study for Heitzman’s exam tomorrow night. It’s not like you’re gonna spontaneously combust if you relax for one fucking hour.”

“That’s literally – no, Marcus, that’s literally rich coming from you. ‘Relax,’ what the fuck?” You bite out with a sharp laugh. Marcus Cooley, telling you to relax. That’s a fucking joke.

“Jesus, fine. Fine, I’ll stop asking you, annoying you, whatever. It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go with the guys.” He relents, sitting himself on your couch, a thick layer of ice building between the two of you. He’s taken to acting like a petulant, whiny kid lately, and it’s exhausting.

“I’ll go to the next one Bryce has, okay?” You sigh, and Marcus gives you a curt nod. You feel your eye twitch in annoyance. “Seriously, I’ll go to the next one,” you persist, genuine this time, twisting yourself on the couch until you can lay your head on his lap. You nudge his knee. “Bitch, if you don’t answer …”

A smile cracks on his face.

“All right – but I’m holding you to that, understand?” He says, mockingly stern. “I’m gonna make you have fun if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

You grin when he kisses your forehead, laughing as he makes his way down to your lips. His own lips are chapped against yours, but you think you might like it.

Well, you think glumly. There are worse boyfriends to have.


It’s hours later and you’re in your room, two textbooks and three notebooks spread messily across your bed. You’re neck-deep in calculus when your phone vibrates for the umpteenth time for the night. You almost ignore it. Marcus and Sheri have been blowing up your phone for the the past hour, ranging from “bitch I know you didn’t make Marcus come by himself” to “bitch I can’t believe you actually made me come by myself.”

Tough love, you shrug to yourself. Only when your phone buzzes again do you look at it.

From: Mulholland Drive
U should seriously come I’m begging. Watch ur boy make a fool outta himself he’s tryna play beer pong rn lmao

You snort. Of course he is.

To: Mulholland Drive
pics or it didn’t happen

You look at your next message. The smile that slaps on your face is big enough to make you feel almost guilty.

Somewhat guilty.

Very guilty.

From: JoJo The Fool
where u at?

To: JoJo The Fool
At my humble abode

From: JoJo The Fool
I see ur boyfriend here, lookin lonely. U should stop by and join him

To: JoJo The Fool
Lemme take a wild guess and say

To: JoJo The Fool
u at Walker’s place

From: JoJo The Fool
ding ding!! u right

From: JoJo The Fool
seriously come over. bored without u. everyone’s left me

From: JoJo The Fool
acknowledge me or face the consequences

You laugh, typing out a quick reply before you can help yourself. And you literally can’t help yourself. Jeff is unnaturally kind. The type of kind that makes you feel bad for not being just as kind, if not more. Disappointing him is like metaphorically kicking a dog: it’s unforgivable and you’re probably going to hate yourself afterwards.

To: JoJo The Fool
needy bitch!! leave me alone lmao I’m studying for Heitzman

From: JoJo The Fool
ew stop. come over and I’ll help you study later. I actually have an A in his class

You lay your phone down. You’re not going to go, you tell yourself. You need to study. You need good grades. Good grades matter in life, parties hosted by an asshole don’t.

From: JoJo The Fool
guarantee I can get u white girl wasted in 30 minutes

Well, fuck it. There’s always tomorrow.


To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
moi petite fromage I’m coming to bryce’s now. Sheri and Jeff wore me down

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?
be excited I’m coming to play beer pong wit ya ass

To: What’s Cooler Than Being Cool?


The drive to Bryce’s house is quick and fast, your temporary lust for shitty beer getting the better of you. You park relatively close, and when you arrive past the gate, you’re greeted with shouts.

It’s ridiculously crowded. The lights are bright and glimmering off of the pools, filled to the brim with over-exposed bodies. You can practically smell the over-sexed teenagers.

“You came!” Sheri shouts, and you grin, taking her extended hand and letting yourself be pulled past the pool. You stop at one of many tables piled with beer.

“Well, you missed beer pong,” she exclaims over the music, grabbing a beer bottle and setting it in your hand. “But I know Marcus went in the house about fifteen minutes ago. Probably throwing up on Bryce’s rug right about now.” She titters, and you groan.

“Jesus, maybe I shouldn’t have come after all,” you snicker, taking a heavy sip. “Designated driver, once again.”

“What happened to getting white girl wasted?” A voice comes from behind you, and you roll your eyes as Sheri quirks her brows expectantly.

“Another night, Atkins.” You say. “Tonight, I’m stone-cold sober.”

He’s smiling at you when you turn around, and you feel something in your chest tighten by about twelve notches. He leans against your shoulder and grins, sparkling and bright, like the lights against the pool.

“I thought you came for me, now I’m just dissapointed.”

“Came for the beer, stayed for the boyfriend.“ You shrug, batting your lashes playfully. “Speaking of, I have to track him down before he blows all over Bryce’s house.” You take a mournful last sip from your bottle, giving it back to Sheri.

Jeff perks from next to you. “I’ll come with you,” he sets his own bottle down. “If he’s too faded then I’ll just drive you two lovebirds home myself.”

You raise your brows. “Sober enough for that, Atkins?”

“Three beers, max. I’m a sloppy drunk, can’t have people from school seeing that.” The smile he gives you is almost infuriatingly sweet, like he’s smiling just for you, and you want – god, for a second, you wish – that you could live in this moment for just awhile longer.

If you weren’t dating Marcus, the thought pops in your head before you realize what you’re thinking. If you weren’t dating Marcus, Jeff would

“Let’s go in the house,” you shout suddenly, almost shoving yourself out of Jeff’s reach. “To find Marcus. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Marcus.”

“Sorry, who’s Marcus again?” Jeff looks amused, and you roll your eyes. You ignore the part of you that wants to scrub away every part of your skin that’s come into contact with him.

You say your goodbye to Sheri and march across the lawn, Jeff following behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. It feels like it’s boiling you from the inside out, and you decide to ignore that part of yourself, too.

You’re two steps into Bryce’s ridiculously large house when he takes your hand.

“Here, pretty sure he went into one of the guest rooms.” He pulls you to the left, and you try your best to ignore how sweaty your hand is. You try even harder to ignore that Jeff’s the reason why it is.

You just try to ignore.

It’s nearly empty in the house, most of the crowd outside, save for the few people lounging on the sofas and hanging at the kitchen bar. Those that are still conscious stare as you and Jeff make your way down the hall, smirks and sneers twisting their faces. You’re not entirely sure you want to know why.

The first door you knock on goes unanswered, the room empty when you open it. The next two consist of – surprise – hormonal teenage sex, which you’re only too glad to close the door on. The third isn’t any different, and you and Jeff stutter out the same apologies as the previous ones.

“God! Sorry, I’ll just, uh, leave. I’ll close the door–”

Jeff grabs your arm. “Uh,” he stops you, eyes wide and staring into the room. His face pinches in disgust seconds later, and you stop yourself from shutting the door when you realize exactly who’s in the room.

“Dude, get the hell out!” Nina Burbank shouts from the bed, breathless and moaning, but you stand there, watching your boyfriend plow into Liberty High’s head cheerleader.

Get out! What the fu –” Marcus begins to shout. To his credit, he manages to stop himself when he looks at you.

You’re staring at them – at him, and you don’t know what to do. You’re stunned. You’re disgusted. You’re vividly imagining him being run over with your car.

You decide to settle with just staring. It’s less embarrassing than trying to stutter out your shock and anger. Luckily, Marcus manages to do that for you.

“Shit – shit! This isn’t – no, baby, I swear I didn’t mean –”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You say suddenly, and he shuts his mouth with a tight, audible snap. You don’t stutter when you speak. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jeff is ramrod straight from behind you, and you refuse to be embarrassed that someone else is here to witness this – this entire fucking mess.

You refuse to be embarrassed for something that isn’t your fault.

“Baby, baby – this isn’t anything, I swear to God. This is nothing –” Marcus practically throws himself off of the bed, and you throw your arms out when he makes a move towards you.

Don’t!” You shout, and he jerks back at the sound of your voice. You ignore the sharp burn of tears in your eyes, how hot they feel against your cheeks. “Seriously, get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck away from me, Marcus.”

“Baby,” he steps towards you again, his hands held out and his voice near pleading. “Let me explain. I can explain this.”

Explain this?” You scoff, and the laugh you give is manic and empty. “What the fuck? How do you explain having sex with someone else? Are you even listening to yourself?”

“This – just listen to me. This,” Marcus gestures around the room, and he’s shouting back now. “This happened because we have nothing. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you, and we have nothing.”

You nearly choke.

“We have nothing? What – what does that even mean? Are you … oh, my god. Are you seriously using us not having sex as an excuse? What are you going to say next, that I’m a – a what? A fucking prude?”

The answer you get is silence, and you feel your face burn.

“Jesus,” you bark out. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to listen to this,” Jeff says coldly and quietly from behind you, the first he’s spoken since opening the door. Marcus turns to him and spits venom.

“Stay the fuck out of this, Atkins!” He practically hisses, and you round on him. He doesn’t get to talk to Jeff. He doesn’t get to say anything.

“Don’t talk to him like that!” You shout just as Jeff says, “Calm down, man.”

“No, seriously, why the fuck are you even here, Jeff?” Marcus questions. “Just leave! Get the fuck out, this doesn’t involve you, man!” He screams and throws his hands towards the both of you, and you jut your head back in disgust.

“I’m not listening to this,” you turn and grab Jeff by the arm. “We’re fucking leaving.”

You still hear Marcus shouting even as you walk down the hall, practically dragging Jeff with each hurried step. The last things you can manage to make out are two simple words.

Fuck you.


“Are you okay?” Jeff asks as he pulls into your driveway, and you shake your head with a scoff.

“That can’t be a serious question right now, dude.”


“I’ll go back there and kick his ass, if you want me to.” He suggests, and you snort. You could do that yourself, if you wanted to. But you know he’s being painfully genuine now, and you can’t bring yourself to say yes, please hurt him, bring one of your baseball bats if you have to.

You can’t bring yourself to say it, because you want to do it yourself.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll just wait until Monday to run him over at school.” You half-joke, but it’s empty. There’s silence again for a few minutes before you decide to speak. “I just – I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but … what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jeff says quickly, and god, you can hear the pity in his voice. “There was nothing you did that led to this. Marcus is just a – he’s just a dick.” He finishes lamely, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s definitely that. It’s just … I mean, Nina Burbank?” You question, incredulous. “I’m worth more than fucking Nina Burbank.”

Jeff’s laugh is one of surprise.

You shake your head. “No, Jeff, I’m serious. He could’ve picked anyone and he chose Nina Burbank. God knows if I ever cheated on him, I would’ve chosen someone better than her.”

“Like who?” The questions is light and airy, a joke, but that doesn’t stop you from looking at him, eyes narrowed in contemplation.

“You mind being a rebound for the night?” You ask, your laugh mirthless and dry and god, you’re such an asshole. You shouldn’t even be joking about something like that.

You expect anything but the laugh he gives back to you, his eyes bright and his smile sweet.

“Well,” he begins, and the smile on his face turns even sweeter. “If it’s any consolation, you’d be my rebound, too. You’re …” He stops. His eyes soften, and you feel your heart stutter and stop in your chest. “You’re everything.”

“Stop.” You laugh, and you’re blushing, but Jeff shakes his head.

“No, seriously, you’re … god, I shouldn’t even be saying this right now.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re someone I’ve wanted to be with for … a while. And I mean, like, a while, and I –” He forces himself to stop, swallowing heavily. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Silence, again. The heat you feel in the car is sudden and rising, and you’re sure your heartbeat is audible.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask, breathless, and no. No, you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s too fast, it’s dirty, but you don’t care.

When Jeff says yes, you get the feeling that he doesn’t care too much either.


Your parents aren’t home, you tell Jeff, and you close your front door with a heavy bang and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Your kisses are blind and fleeting, traveling from his lips to his neck, and he stumbles to hold you against the wall leading to your kitchen.

It’s only when his hands rub over your chest do you truly realize you’re about have sex.

It’s nothing to be nervous about, you tell yourself in the midst of Jeff’s rough hands quite literally tearing your clothes off. This isn’t the first time you’ve had sex, it won’t be the last. It doesn’t even have to feel good right now, you just have to feel.

None of that stops you from literally gaping in shock when you feel him against you, because oh.


Oh, holy fuck.

You know Jeff’s big – you know. But god, he’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had in your goddamn life and – holy shit. You can’t breathe, your chest heaving as he grinds himself against you, wanton and hot and excited. He whines. The heavy pressure against you is enough to have you feeling the beginning of the end, every nerve on fire and waiting for that wave of ecstasy to extinguish it.

You only burn hotter when he whispers in your ear, “I want you. Oh, my god, I want you.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s smooth and hard compared to the rough wall behind you, his skin burning with every touch, coaxing himself between your legs. He get what he wants, which is exactly what you want, and he doesn’t waste time.

He pushes himself into you, slow and delicious because god, god, god, he’s thick and long and fucking perfect. It hurts you, realizing how perfect he is, and you love it.

He’s breathing just as hard as you are, teeth nipping at your shoulder, and he bites down – hard – once he’s finally balls deep.

You’re almost positive that he’s licking the bruised skin, sucking harshly as he pulls out and thrusts back in, his exhales shakey and fast. He’s got one hand pulling your hair and another hand grabbing your hip, meshing yourselves together.

The slap of skin against skin is all you can hear, all you can feel, and god, it feels unbelievable.

There’s something almost violent in the way he grabs your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s going to leave bruises, you think faintly, and you smile lazily while he thrusts into you, each rough movement of his hips pushing you up and down the wall in small jolts.

You can leave bruises too.


It’s Monday and Jeff feels the scratches on his back sting as he takes his shirt off. They only vaguely hurt now, most of the cuts scabbing over and healing over the weekend. The bruises are different, though, he thinks with a smile. They’re like faded ink splotches against his skin, and he feels a twisted sort of satisfaction every time he thinks about it.

“Atkins, Jesus.” Bryce whistles once he catches a glance at Jeff’s back. “Who the hell attacked you?”

“It’s, uh, nobody.” He smiles faintly. He’s not about to say anything. Not now, when the locker room’s jam packed with every single male in Liberty High.

“Come on, Jeff,” he gets a nudge from Monty, and Zach grins from behind him. “Looks like one hell of a lay.”

“No, seriously. I’m not about to tell you guys –”

“Why not, Atkins?” Marcus’ voice overlaps his, cool and harsh, and Jeff feels his jaw lock.

He turns to look at Marcus and feels nothing but a heavy weight of disgust and anger in the pit of his belly. For a second – just a second, he swears – he fantasizes about landing a hard one right on his nose. The break would be clean and nobody would hold him back. He would probably get away with it.

He snaps out of his fantasy and sighs to himself. No. No, he wouldn’t.

So he settles for the next best thing.

“You really wanna know? Your girlfriend, Cooley.” He says, his voice loud and harsh in the locker room. It’s suddenly quiet. “Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize her handiwork.”

He slips his shirt on quickly and grabs his bag, shouldering Marcus roughly as he leaves. He ignores the sudden onslaught of jeers coming from the locker room as he walks out.

He finds you in the hallways soon enough, and he feels the smile take over his face before he can do anything to stop it. He doesn’t really want to stop it.

He grabs you by the waist and grins. “You know, I think I might have mentioned something about having an A in Heitzman’s class.”

You hum thoughtfully, pressing against him. It makes him feel warm inside. “That’s right. I think you also mentioned something about helping me study for his exam.”

“Did I?”

You scoff. “Don’t be cute, Atkins. Doesn’t really suit you.” You lean towards him, lips soft and just barely grazing his own.

Jeff grins. He can only just barely see Marcus from the end of the hall, and he decides, yeah, the bruises covering both of your bodies are well worth the look on his face.

Lord of The Riddles

Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “Oh oh oh! May I request something? I feel like there’s not enough Darkiplier stuff on here, so would you mind doing a little fic or something of your choice on a Darkxreader, where the reader manages to trick Dark for once, and is is furious with it? Your choice on ending, and I love this blog, you’re such a good writer!!!”  

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Dark/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I really didn’t know what to do with this one, honestly, so, I hope you don’t mind how I did this! Also, this has much more dialogue than detail. I’m sorry! <3 …Enjoy!

Originally posted by lum1natrix

   (Y/N) and Dark sat across from each other on the couch, (Y/N) was getting increasingly furious and Dark’s ego was swelling. He was proud of the fact that he couldn’t be beat and by the fact that (Y/N) was a terrible guesser. It had started with a simple sentence, spoken by the human as she sat on the couch, staring at her phone.

“Many have heard me, but nobody has seen me, and I will not speak back until spoken to. What am I?” it was a riddle and (Y/N) couldn’t figure out what it meant. She thought about it for at least 30 minutes. Dark, who had been passing by the living room at the time, spoke knowing the riddle right of the bat.

“An echo.”

“Hey, I was gonna answer that!” (Y/N) pouted as she scrolled past the post. The conversation was going to stop at that but Dark decided to add more.  

“It’s not my fault you can’t comprehend a simple riddle.”

“Excuse you!” (Y/N) turned to glare at him, she hated to be called dumb or even for someone to infer that she was.

“Do you disagree with the fact that you didn’t know what the answer was, even if it was simple.” Dark approached (Y/N) with a condescending smirk on his face. He sat on the couch beside her. He faced her and she faced him and if looks could kill, Dark was sure he’d be seriously maimed.

“Fine! If you’re so damn smart, I challenge you to a Riddle Off or whatever.”  

“And if I win?” Dark leaned forwards, regarding (Y/N) with narrowed eyes and the same smirk on his face as before.

“I will do whatever you want for 48 hours-”

“A month.” Dark cut (Y/N) off, challenging her.

“A week.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Fine. One week… And if you win?” Dark leaned back, folding his hands together in his lap. He loved their little games, mainly because he normally won.

“The same thing will happen. You will do as I say for one whole week. Do you accept?”

“I do.” Dark winked and (Y/N) rolled her eyes, she was to focused to get blush-y.

“What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?” (Y/N) read from her phone, watching him.

“You belittle me. The answer is a penny. My turn… You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present, but the future can never taint me.” Dark grinned at her, watching as she mulled over the riddle in her head. She repeated it to herself a few times before a smile graced her lips.


“Well, you’re not as dense as I thought.” Dark nodded, a genuinely impressed.

“Piss off,” (Y/N) scrolled through her phone, ignoring Dark’s mumblings about how she couldn’t come up with a riddle on her own. “What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?” upon seeing the mischievous look in Dark’s eyes she blushed. She realized how dirty the riddle sounded but for someone like Dark, she was sure that he wouldn’t say anything about it. Apparently she was wrong.

“I could go the perverse route but that would be wrong, the most obvious answer would be… Trouble.” Dark turned up his nose, already knowing he was correct. (Y/N) grumbled angrily to herself, a frown on her lips as she searched for a new riddle. An hour had passed since they started the meaningless challenge. They had gotten closer both furious with the other.

“Fine! You want a challenging question? What’s in my pocket? Betcha don’t know that one you pompous, condescending, asshat!” (Y/N) stood, glaring angrily at the other figure. His head was starting to twitch from his frustration. The question, though it wasn’t a riddle, was still a challenge and he wanted to win. His ego was way too big to turn away from a challenge.

“Well,” Dark started, gazing over her form, assuming she meant the pockets of her shorts. “It’s not your phone as it sits, discarded, on the coffee table. It’s definitely not your wallet because that thing is way too big to fit in a woman’s pocket. I remember that you told me you kept a ring on you at all times, one from a lost relative, that’s my answer.” (Y/N) glowered at Dark as she went to reach into her pockets. Then it clicked and she couldn’t stop the smug look that reached her lips. She realized that the pockets were faux and that the ring was actually in her jewelry box, upstairs.

“I’m sorry Dark, but you’re mistaken.” (Y/N) felt the pride swell along with her own ego. She watched the smirk fall from Dark’s face as he too realized that she didn’t have any pockets.

“You broke the rules of the game.” Dark glared, his anger multiplying, but fought to control himself. His human had beaten him this time.

“There were no rules set… Now, are you going to stand there and pout or are you going to hold up your end of the bargain.” Dark gave an over exaggerated bow and (Y/N) clapped excitedly, her smile growing.

“How may I be of service to you?”

|| Attention, Attention ||

{summary: just a lazy night spent with you and your needy boyfriend.}

dedicated to @rvnclawss for giving me the bolded quote as a prompt [♥]

here’s something short and sweet for the bae peter p. later i’m gonna immerse myself in these new books that i bought from my bookstore ;w; i’m so excited to start reading it [♥]

warnings: none

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only: @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine


After a long day spent at school, you were glad that you were finally able to unwind with a new book as you surrounded yourself with your pillows and blankets. Propping yourself up against the headboard, you open your book to its first page and immerse yourself with the beginning of your story.

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Taking a break from finals studying! I wrote this one shot where none of the Red Queen characters can get a jar open, and basically, everyone just slowly gets angrier and more annoyed.

Takes place sometime in the second half of King’s Cage at the Scarlet Guard camp. Enjoy!

A loud thud followed by a distraught “UGH” is what brought Mare into the kitchen that morning.

“Here Gis, I’ll do it,” she says, reaching for the jar that was in her sister’s hand.

Gisa shuts the sink off and lets out another huff. “I swear I’ve been trying to open this for twenty minutes.”

“Oh come on, now your just being dramatic,” she says with a smile.

“Mare calling someone else dramatic?” Kilorn says, walking into the room. “The irony…”

She fixes him with a glare and debated punching him for that. Before she could get violent, she gives the jar a twist and unknowingly started what would be an infamous story for years to come in the Scarlet Guard camp.

“Damn, that IS stuck!”

“Let me try,” the fish boy says.

“No just give me- a second- I almost-”

“Yeah, looks like it,” Kilorn says, laughing at her aggravated expression. “Give it to me.”

Mare scowls, but hands it to him with a sigh.

“All that training with Mr. Perfect Prince and- you can’t even- op- shit.” The lid didn’t budge.

“Ha ha,” she teases.

“Told you,” Gisa sighs.

“Give it to me let me try it ag-” Mare starts to say, but gets cut off by Kilorn.

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Meeting In Secret // Kol Mikaelson // requested .part two

Request - kol mikaelson imagine where the reader is damon and stefans sister and they sneak out to see each other and one day elena catches them and tells damon nd they all turn against her and then when Jeremy kills him she tries to kill him and maybeyou can  use a lot of gifs too ???? sorry if its so long lol

Part One

Requests Are Open. xx

Originally posted by showandwrite

Originally posted by grustniyautist

The past month with the Mikaelsons have been a dream. You wouldn’t expect it, considering they’re the Original vampires but it has. Living with people other than my brothers felt so freeing. My whole life I bounced from Stefan to Damon. Now I’m finally out.

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Sleepless nights (ii)

Continuation of this! I have a couple more nights of sleeping difficulty planned for poor Nursey, and eventually the whole thing is going up on ao3. This one got long. And if someone could help me figure out how to make the “keep reading” work for mobile…that would be GREAT - the internet is failing me.


Nursey’s bus leaves for Maine at 9:45am from Port Authority, and Nursey finds himself sprinting through the uptown building at 9:40 after initially going to the wrong gate. His duffle bag bounces against his side as he clambers down the escalator, finally arriving at his gate two minutes before the bus is supposed to depart. Panting, he hands his ticket to a very bored-looking driver, and hauls himself onto the bus. He finds a seat near the back, wanting to avoid the inevitable fall on the way to the shitty on-bus bathroom later on. Stowing his bag overhead, Nursey finally drops into his seat and lets out a long breath.

Me: made it :)

Dexyyy: Proud of you.

Dexyyy: What’s your ETA again?

Me: supposed to be around 7:30 I think? Bus takes fucking forever. Stops and shit

Dexyyy: Got it.

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Dead Girl Walking

pairing: Bucky x reader
Inspired by Dead Girl Walking from Heathers: the Musical
Summary: reader has 30 hours left to live and decides to get freaky with one Bucky Barnes
Warnings: SMUT, fluff towards the end
A/N: apologies for the set up, it was written in my phone in a hurry. I’ll go back polish it later but I couldn’t let myself go to sleep without finishing it.


“Bucky! Open the fucking door!” I yelled, banging on his door. I listened hearing a groan and the shuffle of feet on the other side of the door before it swung open to reveal a rather disheveled looking Bucky. His hair was pulled back into messy bun, hair had slipped from it to frame his face, he was naked except for his white briefs that left little to the imagination. I swallowed thickly as my eyes flew back to his face. He was glaring at me sleep still in his eyes. I pushed past him, turning to watch him shut the door.
“What do you need at….” he paused to look at the clock. “2am?” He finished with a yawn. I rolled my eyes And dropped back into his couch.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you’re beauty sleep, Buck, but I decided that I need you fuck me.” I said with a shrug. His eyes widened as he sputtered.
“What?!” He said, looking me over for the first time. I saw his gaze taking in my barely there attire.
“I need to ride you until I break you, Barnes. Are you in or not?” I said, pushing off the couch to stride over to him. I heard him gulp as I smiled at him.
“Why?” He asked voice thick. I smiled wider knowing I was going to get exactly what I wanted.
“Because I only have 48 left to live and I’ve already wasted 18 of them working up the nerve to be right where I am now. So what do you say?” I asked, running a finger down his chest stopping just above his underwear. I heard him clench his fists.
“What do you mean that you only have 30 hours to live?” He asked, eyes now filled with worry. I huffed,
“Remember when I was talking about my migraines? Apparently it’s a vicious tumor that has been causing them, there’s nothing they can do. So they’ve told me use my last 48 hours wisely. I figured since we’ve been flirting with each other for months, I’d spend them getting freaky with you.” I said, the weight of the situation settling over me. He sighed deeply pulling me into a hug.
“Im sorry.” He whispered, pulling back to cup my face. His stormy eyes searching mine before he leaned into to press a kiss to my lips. I responded immediately, reaching up to tangled my fingers in his hair. He grunted as I bit his lips, his hands flew to my hips as he began to steer me to his bedroom. He broke the kiss to kick open his bedroom door and I took the moment to check him out. His hair had fallen down, his chest was heaving and he was straining in his briefs. I looked back at his face, pleased to see his eyes blown wide with lust. I lunged at him, jumping to wrap my legs around his waist as his hands found my thighs. The cold metal of his hand sending shivers up my spine, as his mouth battled with mine. I squeaked when he dropped me back onto the bed unceremoniously, i looked at him and began to strip off my clothes.
“Are you sure about this, doll?” He asked, voice gruff with lust. I nodded, tossing my bra across the room before shimmying out of my panties.
“Are you really gonna deny a dying girl her final wish?” I teased, spreading my legs and touching my clit with a moan. He groaned at the sight as he shook his head no. I smiled,
“Good, now lose the tighty whities, and let’s get to business.” He shoved them down his hips with a murmur about it being laundry day, but I choose to ignore it as he slid in between my legs before reaching over to dig around a condom.
“Barnes, I’m hot, pissed and on the pill. Full steam ahead.” I spat, grinding my hips against his weeping hard on. He groaned from deep in his chest. He pumped himself, before pushing into me groaning together as he did so. He began thrusting shallowly, lips finding their way around my nipple. My fingers found my way into his hair once again, tucking as I groaned. “Harder, Buck.” I said, swiveling my hips to flip us over so I could fuck myself on him. He groaned, hands cupping my breasts as I bounced over him. I took his metal hand from my breast and slid it into my hair.
“Pull my hair, Buck.” I breathed, as he thrust up into me. I moaned, as he tugged hard on my hair, jerking my head back. He sat up, man handling me in his lap. With his fist still firmly in my hair, he began to thrust in earnest as he sucked a hickie on to my neck.
“Right there, right there, THERE! Oh fuck, James.” I moaned, shuddering against him as my orgasm washed over me. “I got you, Doll.” He groaned, continuing to fuck into me until he came with a groan, letting his head fall into my neck, hand slipping from my hair and rubbing soft circles into my hipbone. We lay in a tangle of sweaty limbs for a while, before pulling apart and flopping onto our sides and facing each other. He ran a hand over his face.
“That was….” he said voice dying in throat.
“That was exactly what I needed but I’m not through with you yet, Buck.” I said, with a soft smile. I felt his cock twitch against my thigh at these words.
“Why me, (y/n)?” He asked after a few moments of silent. I thought for a minute chewing on my lip.
“Because you’re beautiful, inside and out, before you launch into how you’re a bad guy and you’re numb inside. Let’s just agree to leave the world outside of this apartments alright?” I said, leaning to kiss as he nodded.
“The worlds unfair. You of all people don’t deserve this.” He murmured when I pulled away. I smiled softly.
“Worlds out there, James. In here it’s, us and that’s beautiful. Ok?” I whispered, kissing him again. He nodded, rolling out of bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked, sitting up and watching his bare ass leave. He didn’t respond but instead came in with two cans of Mountain Dew.
“It’s all I have but you said that you weren’t done with me so…” he said, handing me a can. I smirked at him.
“That’s right, rest for you tonight better chug that Mountain Dew.” I teased, sipping mine.
(The next morning)
I woke up sore and aching, to my cell ringing somewhere in the bedroom. I slipped out of the bed where I’d eventually passed out next to Bucky after about 3 more intense rounds of mind blowing sex.

I groaned as I answered the phone.
“Hello?” I said, voice gravelly.
“Miss. (Y/L/N)? This is Dr. Heather, I’ve called to inform you that there was a mistake the last time you were in, a new hire jumbled the paperwork and it seems that we may have misdiagnosed your condition.” She said cautiously. It took a moment for to follow.
“What may have or did misdiagnose me?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I felt the bed shift and Bucky’s metal arm snake around my waist as he pressed a kiss to the bottom of my spine.
“Well we misdiagnosed you. You’re in perfect health and for the migraines I’m going to prescribe you some medication. I’m sorry for any inconvenience this might have caused.” I looked over my shoulder to find Bucky staring up at me gently.
“No inconvenience really. I’m just glad everything is sorted out. Thanks dr. Heather for letting me know. Bye.” I hung up without a response, turning to Bucky.
“So turns out I’m not dying.” I whispered, watching his face. He sat up quickly, pulling me into a tight hug.
“Thank god, Doll, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” He whispered into my neck. I felt tears welling in my eyes I clung to him. He pulled back and kissed me hard.
“Hey don’t cry. This is great news and something good came out of it.” He said, wiping tears from my face.
“What’s that, James?” I asked, sniffling.
“We finally stopped being chicken shits and did something about our feelings for each other and I don’t know about you. But I don’t want this to be a one night thing.” He said, looking at me metal hand cold against my thigh.
“I don’t either, James.” I whispered watching him smile brightly at me.
“Well, now that that’s settled let’s go get some celebratory breakfast.” He said, sliding from the bed as watched him get ready.
“Also you own me a new mattress. You tore mine during round 3.” He said with smirk as I blushed fully. Things might just turn out alright.

. I’m sorry if it’s terrible it’s by fair the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written.

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Jeff Hardy; Bar Games

A/N: This took SO LONG and I’m super sorry! I just recently got adopted by a baby squirrel and I’ve been taking care of him, making sure he’s okay. I named him Buckwheat! He’s adorbs. This was requested by @ittybittywriter. Also, can anyone tell me how to do the “read more” html on the app for the phone? I don’t own a laptop/computer

A/N Part 2, Heart Complications update: I’m working on Part 3 as we speak and BE WARNED, IT’S GOING TO GET VERY DARK. There’s going to be a few jealous men, some stalking, slight abuse, harassment. It’s going to get dark, so I figured I’d warn you first off before I post it.

TAGS: @neeadinghugs @deseraysmiththings @panic-angel3314 @ambrosegirlforever @queen-twerks-a-lot

Word Count: 2,585

Style: Reader x Jeff Hardy

Triggers: Alcohol?

Type: Smutty, Fluffy.


You’ve been friends for years, but what happens when Jeff talks you into a night at the bar?


Originally posted by youtappedout

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun to go out. You know, something you don’t know how to do?”

Jeff was right. You didn’t know how to go out. Hell, you barely knew how to get out of your pajama pants into jeans half the time. You were always a shy person, even after four years of being best friends with the youngest Hardy brother. You two had met at a house show where he managed to botch a move, throwing himself over the barricade into your lap. The accident started a beautiful friendship.

You look down at your half assed attire. Black skinny jeans and a normal purple cotton shirt. You roll your eyes and sigh.

Fine, you win. I’ll have to.. dig something nice looking out of my bag”.

You can hear Jeffs smile pulling from ear to ear.

“I’ll meet you at the club after the show. I’ll text you which one we decide one. See you there?”

“Well obviously, you already talked me into going out. See ya later”. You hang up with him, turning around to face the big balcony window.

You grab your duffle and rush over to the edge of the hotel bed. You begin shuffling through your duffle bags, hoping to find a miracle you threw into you bag when your packed it, half asleep, before you took this trip with him.

Throughout the years, Jeff always tried to get out into the scene, getting you out of your comfort zone of staying in your hotel room. It never worked, no matter how many times he begged you to go throw beers back. Finally, you feel the familiar, soft touch of silk. Your miracle in a duffle bag. The dress you bought before the tour. It has a low plunging neckline with a strap halter and a slit from on the right hip from the waist to the middle thigh where the dress stops. It’s a beautiful light green, which contrasts perfectly against your skin. You lay it on the bed and check the time on your phone. 9:49.

Good you think. Enough time to get ready. You waltz over to the desk, which has a giant vanity mirror on it. Grabbing the makeup bag you managed to find before leaving home, you begin putting on a little mascara and foundation, to make yourself look like you’re not tired. Your phone buzzes.

Jeff: Hey, we’re going to The Underground. Meet us there around 10:30?

You put your bottle of foundation down, picking up the phone to start typing.

You: Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll maps it to find it.

Your phone buzzes a minute later.

Jeff: ♡

The phone reads 10:14. You didn’t realize how long you took on your appearance for something you’re not even going to enjoy. You also zoned out the fact that you put on eyeshadow. You get up and walk to the bed, sliding the pajama pants off your body to the floor. You pull your shirt up off your torso and glide yourself into this silky, beautiful dress.

Next is the worst part. High heels. You grimace at the black spiked heels, knowing you’re not the best walking around in them.

“Fake it ‘til you make it, I guess”, you mumble as you pull the heels over your delicately soft feet. You spray a bit of perfume on and off you go out into the dark streets of Chicago. Your hands clenched into your smartphone, following maps down blocks of city sidewalks. A text pops up on your phone.

Jeff: Where are you? You’re late! :P

You smile softly at the semi-worried, semi-joking text as you hit the reply button.

You: Do you know how long it takes for me to look good?

You take a left, finding a brightly lit street of neon signs and loud human activity.

Jeff: Not very long. Getting the balls to come out? Probably about 3 ½ hours of crying and telling yourself you can “do this”. :D

You walk down the street, multiple men and women turn their heads to look at you as you strut passed them.

You: Eat me, Jeff.

Jeff: ;)

Ahhh, The Underground. Finally finding the building as you quickly glance up to read the signs. You turn your phones screen off and push the door open to the night club. Instantly looking for your little party of Jeff and the gang. Multiple heads turn as your legs stride with your walk, checking you out from every angle.

Deans sitting with Jeff, along the likes of Alexa, Renee Young, and Seth. They’re around a little round table, pounding back shots of mid shelf tequila. The burn of the smooth alcohol twists everyones faces into indistinguishable looks of approval. Seths head comes back down, his eyes landing on you. Almost instantly he starts elbowing Jeff. Finally, he looks your way. He takes his swallow of alcohol in surprise before his mouth lays open, the sight of you sending his heart racing. He sways over to you, his tight blue jeans hugging his hips almost too perfectly.

“We started without ya”, ha places his hands on your bare shoulder, “buuutttt, we saved your shots”, his smile beams through the dark lighting of the venue, “you’re three behind”.

He takes your hand and walks with you over to the table, fully noticing that Seth can’t even say a word to you, let alone look at you.

Jeff chuckles, “Cat got your tongue?”

Seth shakes his head, “nah, (Y/N) does”. Bayley smacks him in the arm before laughing.

You take your first shot and instantly wince. Tequila. You wish someone would have told you, so you could have licked some salt. The burn trails down your throat. Before you know it, you’re six shots in, thirty minutes past midnight, laughing at Dean and Renee attempt drunken karaoke. Jeff struts over with another round of shots. As he reaches the table, he eyes you up and down before a light pink spreads across his face. He hands you another shot.

“What was that look for”, you ask, “impure thoughts?”

A grin cracks across his face, “very impure”. He places salt in between his thumb and forefinger. You shake your head and dust it off. “I have a better idea”.

You take the salt from his hand and smile your prettiest “almost beyond drunk” smile, then lick your thumb. You rub the wet thumb on your collar bone and pour salt on it as Jeff raises an eyebrow. You bat your eyelashes, “body shot”? He grins, almost evilly, before pressing his lips to your collar bone, sliding his wet tongue across it, before taking his shot and biting into a lime.

He brings his head to your ear, “your turn”. Jeff empties off the table before jumping onto it to sit, leaning back against the wall. You look him from head to toe, then back up, as he drunkenly pulls his white shirt tshirt up to his rib cage. He then mimics you, licking his finger, rubbing it right above his belt on his hip. He pours a little bit of salt, then hands you a lime and a shot. “Go ahead, princess.”

You smirk, cocking an eyebrow at him before slowly bending your head down to his belt. You slip finger underneath the hem of his pants and tug down slightly, before licking your tongue against his hip slow, as he bites his lip watching. Your head comes back up, to take the shot of tequila. That’s when he grabs your hands and leads you out to the dance floor as a bassy, dirty, EDM song comes on.

Before you can even blink, he’s got his arms wrapped around your hips under the darkened, strobe lit, and black light paint room, as you both begin to grind on each other. Your hips touch as he slides his hand down to the cut of your dress. When did this happen? Why is my heart going a million miles a minute? Your soaked hair pulls against your skin as he again brings his hands up from your hips to your waist, watching your lower body move against his. He spins you around, so your back is placed against his chest as you both continue to sway against each other, getting completely lost in one another’s bodies. He holds your hips so they stay connected to his, the bubble of your ass firmly pressed into the crotch of his jeans, which continue to get more strained every second.

He grabs your arm and whispers “I can’t handle it anymore”. You mouth back, “handle what?”

Bad question.

Not even ten minutes later, Jeff pushes you against your hotel room door, your mouths wrestling against each other for dominance as he scrambles to find the door key. You pull on his cotton tshirt, flicking your tongue against his lips as he nearly rips the key card from the pocket of his pants, forcefully shoving it in the slide, almost breaking the door off the hinges as he swings it open, pushing you both into the room.

He pulls his shirt off without any effort, dropping it to the floor before fumbling drunkenly with his belt. You grab his hands and pull them away, before placing your own hand on his green studded belt, pulling him towards the bed. You strip yourself of the dress with your empty hand, letting it fall to the floor as you lead him to the edge of the bed, pushing him down slowly as he sits on the edge.

You climb up behind him on the bed, pressing your breasts against his back, taking your hands and rubbing them down his shoulders, to his chest, and back up before reaching up and taking his hair of the bun it’s in, allowing his hair to fall against his shoulders. He stays quiet, quickly glancing over at you as you climb back down and place yourself on your knees in front of him. You run your hands from his knees to his belt buckle, his bulge fully straining against his pants, the imprint taking you by surprise. That’s gonna be more than a mouthful.

You undo the buckle, then work on the button and zipper, as he pushes up to allow you room to tug his pants down from his waist and off his body. You look back up at him as he begins to palm himself, the pressure from your tease barely controllable. You watch him for a couple seconds, noticing the wetness forming between your legs. You take the band of his briefs and slowly pull them down, exposing the thick, hard cock in front of your eyes.

As he helps you kick them off, you lap your tongue against the tip. Jeff lays his head back as he leans himself on his elbows. You watch him bite his lip as you fully surround the head of his cock inside your mouth, again licking your tongue around it. You hear a soft moan slip from between his lips. You slide your head father down his shaft as your face comes in contact with his lower body, fully engulfing him in your hot, wet mouth. You pull back and begin to do it again as you feel him twitch inside you. He pulls your hair slowly until he’s out of you, standing you up.

“As great as that felt, that’s not how I’m getting off when I’m with you”.

He stands up and pulls your panties down to the floor, his fingers leaving trails of fire as they run back up your body, before slowly laying you down against the bed, your legs still off of the mattress. His evil grin reappears, as he takes your legs in his hands, pushing them to your sides as he takes in the view of your body. It’s almost mesmerizing to him. He aligns the tip of his still hardened cock to your slick, hot entrance, before pushing the tip inside of you. He gives you no time to adjust as he buries himself inside you directly after. The high pitched, shaky moan you let out, instantly receives a growl from him. He begins to slowly pull out a little, before snapping back in hard, keeping your legs pinned to the bed. Your fingers grip the blanket.

He pulls out again, snapping back in harder, your moan getting louder. That’s when he begins thrusting at a bruisingly fast pace, feeling every inch of him fuck you into the mattress. The bed here’s every time he repeatedly buries his cock inside you, his own moans spilling out. His eyes lock with yours as you’re moaning out swear words, you turn your head to the side, clinching your eyes shut as pleasure completely starts taking over your body.

He scratches your thighs hard, “fuck”, he moans out, breathily. Your pussy begins to clinch around him, keeping yourself from exploding, Jeff puts a hand on the bed to keep himself from collapsing from it, continuing the bruising pace on you. The sweat soaks his hair, as he grinds his cock in you, your expletives getting louder against the blanket as your orgasm begins to take control of you. He knows what’s coming, and it’s you.

His devil grin forms against his lips as his thumb presses against your clit, tempting you to explode.

“You want to so bad, don’t you”, his words like fire from a dragons mouth, only pushing you closer, “my little (Y/N) wants to come, huh”?

Your head nods fast, biting your lip.

“Just how long have you wanted me to do this to you?”

Your head turns to him as your lust filled eyes sends him directly over the edge into his own orgasm.

Mmmmfuck, (Y/N)”, he slowly rubs your clit in circles, allowing the coil to burst inside you, pulsing against his cock, before he agonizingly slowly pulls himself out of you, catching his breath. With the little bit of energy he has left, he picks you up bridal style and lays you under the blankets, wrapping your sweat soaked body against his own, placing fiery hot kisses along your shoulder and neck before you both drift off to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, and Jeff is already awake. He’s kept you close to him as you slept, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe.

“We need to talk”, he mumbles.

Your heart starts racing with anxiety. Those four words only almost always means bad things are coming.

“Mmh, okay, what’s up”?, you rub your eyes, taking a moment.

“What happened last night…”, he pauses, your blood runs cold, “…I want that to keep happening”.

“…Jeff what?”

“I want that, between us, to keep happening”.

You look up at him, “can I ask a reason why”? His face turns red as he looks away from you. “(Y/N), I love you.”

The breath from your lungs escapes your mouth as you stare up at this messy haired, beautiful man. He looks away again, “I just know last night you were very drunk and I know you’d never have feelings for someone li-“

You instantly cut him off by placing your lips against his.

“Jeff, I love you too. I have since I met you”. Jeffs beautiful green eyes light up like neon signs, gripping you tight in his arms.

“You’re my forever, (Y/N)”.

Girls Like Dollies chapter 3 (trixya) - lale

I’m so totally blown away by the response to Wingwomen! Thank you so much for all of your support. Here’s the next chapter of Girls Like Dollies – this one’ll be a bit longer, and will continue to update every weekend. If anyone’s curious, the title comes from the soundtrack to the incredible game ‘Life Is Strange’, which if you can play you definitely should and if you can’t you should definitely watch a playthrough on youtube! Anyway, enjoy!

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my first | yoongi

Originally posted by kthmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: fluff + college au

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Annoying little overachiever Min Yoongi was your rival, enemy, and competition. But he also was your best friend and your first kiss. 

Reader POV

“Can you come over? I’m literally bored to death.” I said, as I laid on the couch, staring out my window.

My parents were out of town for a week this summer, leaving me alone at home. Most of my friends were all on vacation, while I was stuck doing nothing here. The boredom finally eating me apart, I decided to call one my “best-friends”, Min Yoongi.

“Right now?“ he asked, incredulously.

Rolling my eyes, I said,” Yes right now. I’m bored and everyone else I know is out of town.“

”How unfortunate.“  he stated sarcastically.

“Are you coming or going to be an ass?” I asked annoyed.

“Both.” he said.

“W-wait, what?” I asked, when I realized he had hung up on me already. Figuring that he was coming, I decided to take a little nap until he came.


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Chapter 56- Warner POV

so this is either gonna be really good or really bad to you, depending on a lot of factors. I’m personally a big believer of the “they don’t have sex in chapter 56″ argument, so this is where this fanfiction goes. Sorry to disappoint, if I already have. But this is, in general, a really hard fanfiction to write because there’s so many directions it could go. Obviously I followed the dialogue in the book for as long as I could, but after that, I went wild. I’m publishing this now, but I feel as if I could rewrite this fic 30 different ways and post them all. it’s why i haven’t written a chapter 55 fanfiction: i just can’t decide how exactly things would go down. the tone. the mood. the dialogue. 

i’ll stop talking and just let you read chapter 56, the bathtub scene, as told from the beloved perspective of aaron warner. enjoy! (or don’t. it’s whatever.)

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Age Is Just A Number

Here’s the Imagine as requested (hopefully :) )

I tried my best to write it as it was suggested, so I hope you all enjoy it.

“So, Y/N, how are things with Jared?”, your BFF asked you hoping for some details about your and Jared’s relationship. You were not as open to share much information about the two of you, since Jared was so popular and it was best if everybody knew as little as possible. 

“Great, we’re having the best time when we’re together. He’s so charming, funny, handsome and great to be around.I swear the last date flew by so fast I felt we were out for 15 minutes, when we spent almost 6 hours together.”

“Are you gonna see him today as well?”, your BFF was so curious.

“I think so. He said he’ll text me when he’s done with the recording for today. Which should probably be any minute. It’s really late. They’re wrapping up with the new album so he’s pretty busy these days.”

Buzz, buzz

Wow, speak of the Devil”, you said and smiled as you glanced at your phone.

We have to talk. Can you come over to my place?”, it was Jared and you immediately felt a pit in your stomach.

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“You’re back.” Theo Raeken

Ever since Theo has come back from hell things have been different. He’s been different. Yes, everyone still hates him and wants him gone again, but not me. We’ve never admitted our feelings for each other and now that he’s back things have been awkward. It was obvious we loved each other before, we both know that, but now I don’t know what will happen. Before, we were basically inseparable. I could tell him things I’ve never told anyone before and the same with him. He let me in on his sister’s death, how he really felt inside, and when he first met the dread doctors when he was young. I would sit and listen because… Nobody’s perfect. Everybody does bad things and has a past. And I love Theo enough to see past that. The others have yet to come around, but I’ll convince them sooner or later to trust Theo.

“Y/N, want some?” Theo offers. He ordered a pizza to my house for movie night, something he and I did whenever things got too hectic in the supernatural world and we needed a break from reality. I shake my head. “No thanks.” I would probably barf if I ate something now. My stomach is already full with my feelings for Theo. I thought I could just return to things being how they used to be with him, but I don’t think I can. My real feelings are going to come out like word vomit any moment now. “Okay.” He gives me a strange look, he knows pizza is my favorite and I would never turn down an opportunity to have a slice. He puts away the pizza and turns on Netflix while I grab the comfiest blankets. He turns on a classic, Clueless, one of my favorites. “Why this one? Let’s watch something you like.” I bet he didn’t get much tv time down in hell. “No, I do like this one. Besides, I know it’s your favorite.” He turns it on and snuggles underneath the blankets with me. We get into a comfy cuddling position and watch in silence. I lay my head against his chest an d listen to the steady beat of his heart. It comforts me, always has. The first 30 minutes of the movie go by undisturbed. I can tell he’s looking at me from the corner of his eye, usually I would be quoting along the entire movie, but not tonight. He suddenly grabs the remote and pauses it, unwrapping himself from me and looking me straight in the eye. “Ok, Y/N. Something’s on your mind. I can tell. I know you.” He waits for me to spill, but I don’t. “You gonna talk?” “I just don’t get you!” I abruptly stand up from the couch and flail my hands, surprising Theo and myself. “You were gone, you were in freaking hell, Theo! Hell! And you come back and… Maybe you’re fine maybe you’re not, but I just need you to talk to me!” My words start as a yell, quieting down to a soft spoken plea. “Maybe I’m the one who needs to talk to you.” I sit back down and criss cross my legs. I can feel his eyes on me but I resist to look back. “I need to talk to you too.” He admits, making me look up from my lap. So we talk. For hours and hours we talk and just pour our hearts out to each other. We both get everything we possibly can off our chests and into the air between us. I listen as he describes the agony he went through everyday down there. How every second felt like hours, how his sister would never let him rest and tortured him with memories from the past. We both cry to each other, letting our most venerable parts be exposed. I never thought I would feel as close to another person like I do to Theo. It’s like he is my other half. We both know everything about each other now. Absolutely everything. Emotionally, I don’t know where I end and he begins.

After our talk, we’re both brushing away tears and choking back soft cries. A part of me cries for Theo; what he went through down in hell with his sister and everything before that. Another part of me cries in relief; I have never felt so emotionally free. “Theo, there’s one more thing I’ve been keeping from you.” He looks curious. We’ve been talking for four hours and I still have something to say? It sort of makes me giggle. He looks even more confused now that I’m laughing. “What?” He starts to chuckle along with me. “I just…” My gut tells me to just come out and say it. “I love you, Theo Raeken.” I look straight into his eyes as I speak those words. He blinks a few times, his brain processing the information I just gave him. My smile fades away, taking in the realization that he might not respond like I thought he would. “Y/N,” he sighs. “Please, just don’t say anything-“ “I love you too.” My eyebrows raise and I find myself tearing up again. “Y/N, I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you.” My throat closes up with tears and all I can do is nod and smile. “You are the only person to ever give me a chance. To listen to me, feel for me, and love me with all of my flaws anyway.” My face breaks out into a grin so big I can feel my jaw start to tremble. “God,” I choke out. “I’ve waited for that for too long.” I lunge from my position across from him into his lap and grab his face to attach our lips for an impeccably long kiss. He reciprocates, arms wrapping themselves around my waist and lips kissing me feverishly. His lips are like the inside of a rose petal, rough stubble prickling my skin in the most pleasurable way possible. We gasp for air between kisses, refusing to let go of each other. “I love you.” We murmur back and forth, not being able to fathom we can openly say that to each other now.

I Am An Alpha Ch 2: They Took Him

It’s getting dark. In the early stages of winter the cold is biting at my cheeks turning the normally tan color a pink hue. I don’t mind the chilly air, in fact I prefer it to the hot humid days of summer. Not to mention there is nothing more fun than running through fresh snow. But today isn’t a nice little frolic through the field I’m on a mission, well sort of.

“Kookie-ah! Kookie-ah!” I call as I rush through the forest in my annoying human form instead of my wolf upon the request of Jin. It takes longer for the wolves of this territory to realize that we are here when we are humans. Sadly for us, Jungkook forgot about that and transformed when he rushed to find something that caught his attention even in his human form. And as his guardian it’s my job to fetch him and then return to the rest of the pack. “That stupid boy is going to get me killed as usual,” I sigh.

“Hyung, can you stop talking bad about me when I’m within hearing distance?” The young wolf appears with his signature grin on and nothing else.

“What do you think you are doing? Why did you transform back without clothes near by?” I rush to him and quickly pull out an extra pair of pants and a shirt for him from my bag.

He accepts them and begins pulling them on, “I had to transform back about a mile away and run the rest back to you. I ran into another alpha near the water fall we were at last night, I think he might be trying to track us.”

“Jin hyung is the best at erasing our scent, that alpha won’t have a chance in hell at finding us. Now put on your shoes so we can get going, wolf or not you are going to freeze out here. The others are already at the camp.”

He nods and slips on the boots I offer him. The hike back isn’t too bad, a few miles but nothing we haven’t done before. Kookie is strangely silent on our way there, I notice right away but blame it on the cold. Half way there after I offer him my over sized sweater I know something is wrong with him.

“What is it?” I mumble softly as we climb over a log.

“What is what?”

I sigh, “Kookie, don’t lie to your hyung.”

He is hesitant to show the information, “That wolf I saw, I didn’t just see him, I may have engaged in a bit of an altercation.”

“Since when do you use the word altercation? Stop taking excuses from Namjoon,” I stop and turn around to face him as his words sink in. “What do you mean by altercation?”

“He saw me before I had a chance to get away, actually he smelt me or you, I guess.” Kookie stares at the ground nervously, not something I usually see from the young alpha.

“Is my scent showing or something? I slept next to you and Jimin last night so I should be reeking of alpha, not the other way around.”

“I know that but he looked up at me,” He hesitates, even stops as he tries to find the correct way to describe what he saw. “His eyes turned gold, I think I found your mate or he found me.”

I stop in my tracks. “Mate?”

The word screams in my mind, mate, mate, mate. My wolf wants to turn back, to run to him and cling to him like I wanted to all those years ago. His picture flashes threw my mind and even though I’m scared of what kind of monster I know he is, he’s my mate. He won’t hurt me. Jungkook sees my obvious desire to run and quickly grabs my wrist to keep me from doing so.

“Hyung please,” He suddenly begs. “He is powerful and scary and I’m scared he might hurt you. What if he takes you away? Or maybe he might hurt us for being in his territory-“

“His territory,” I cut him off. My eyes go wide as I realize whose territory we must be in. I grab his hand and begin dragging him faster.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to run the other way, what about your mate? Don’t you want to meet him?”

“I’ve already met him,” I admit, giving the younger an ashamed look over my shoulder.

“You met him? When? Why haven’t you told any of us? Why haven’t you gone to him?”

“Because just as you said, I was afraid he would hurt me. I thought that he would separate us or kill you guys in rage at the situation I was in.” After clearing another mile and our pack scent is in the air I stop and turn to look at him. “I met him the day I found you. We were raiding the village and the black dragons busted in and started slaughtering our pack.”

Kookie nods, “I remember that day, that wolf tackled you and Jin busted in to save us when they were attacking.” I shiver at the vivid memory in my mind.

“That was him.”

Confusion covered his face, “But wasn’t his wolf black?”

I nod, unable to ever forget what my mate looked like as he ran away.

“This wolf was light gray, it looks completely different than that wolf.”

I tense at the new, the realization of this other wolf being my mate opens to more than I want. I pull Kookie along faster, “We will talk about it more once we get to the others, I need to talk with Jin and Namjoon about this before I’m sure about what could be going on.” I begin dragging the younger back again.

“Hyung?” Kookie mumbles.

“Yea?” I glance back at him again only to see him staring back into the woods completely horrified. I pause for a moment, confused about what he could be doing but then I hear it. Someone running strait towards us. “Is it him?” In my human form I can’t smell the wolf yet but as my body begins to tingle and the magnetic pull I felt year ago starts to drag me closer to the on coming wolf.

“We have to run!” The younger commands, this time he’s dragging me towards our pack. “Jin hyung! Namjoon hyung! This is the black dragon’s territory!” He begins to yell, hoping that maybe they could hear us. I pull my hand away from the younger, he looks back confused, “Hyung what are you doing?”

“Run Kookie,” I push the younger away.

“What? I’m not going to leave you.”

“I’ll be fine, you go take the others to our rendezvous place. Once I have him distracted I’ll meet you guys there.”


“Kookie, go now! He won’t hurt me!” Just as the words are out of my mouth the wolf is there, tackling Kookie to the ground. And just like before it feels like my whole world is paused. But this time it’s a slightly smaller wolf, light gray, like Jungkook said. I’m to dumbstruck by the sight of this new wolf that also appears to be my mate that I don’t notice Jin sneaking up behind me. One of his arms goes around my waist while his other hand goes to cover my mouth. He pulls me away from the scene in front of me. In that moment it is too late for me to escape his grip. We are tucked behind a tree and I know he is doing the thing where he hides out scent and makes it as if we disappeared.

“Hyung!” Kookie cries as the obviously more mature wolf growls down at him. I fight against Jin’s grip without any give. My pup, I scream in my mind, my mate is attacking my pup and that angers me more than I want to see my mate. How could he just attack him? What if that had been me? Would we have just repeated what happened 30 years ago with another wolf? How can he not see past the scent? How can another one not see me standing right in front of them?

Jungkook’s cries for help have stopped. Jin allows me to glance around the tree with him, keeping a strong hold on me. The wolf must have knocked him out because now he’s just laying there, and for a brief moment I think he’s dead. I can feel my face pale and my heart stop. He can’t be dead. My pup is not dead. A growl erupts through my chest, loud enough for the wolf to hear. But before it can come investigate Jin is running with me toward our camp sight a bit farther away, out of the wolf’s senses range.

The others all stand when we arrive but those smiles drop when they see both Jin’s faces and mine. I know Jin isn’t happy, with bloody bite marks on his palm and probably a bruise on his chest from me hitting him. When he finally lets me go I quickly spin around and punch him in the face, knocking him back in his ass. I’m over him in seconds to continue my punching but Namjoon is quick to pull me off.

“What the fuck?” The head alpha growls.

“Why did you pull me away?” I scream at Jin.

Joon growls once again, pissed at the possibility of me raising my voice at him, “Why the fuck are you hitting him?”

“He left our Jungkook to die! How could you leave him? I could have handled it without your help!” I continue to fight against the alpha holding me. Another alpha appears, and just like the others he’s emitting his dominance over me in waves, trying to get me to submit. The three younger boys realize what they are doing and quickly join in, knowing how strong willed I am it will take all of them to calm me down.  After another minute I feel my omega instincts kick in and I find myself letting out small whimpers. Joon lets go of me and allows me to fall into Yoongi’s arms. I’m shaking in his arms as I let his warmth consume me.

“Now Hyung,” Joon says with a sigh as he sits down at one of the logs surrounding the fire they had built. “What the hell happened, where is Jungkook?”

Jin drags himself over to another log while Yoongi sits down with me on his lap, trying his best to actually calm me down, and not force it. Jin watches as I tremble when he speaks, dominance still thick in his voice, “We ran into one of the owners of the territory.”

“What?” Jimin is on the edge of his seat. “I thought we were too far on the edge of their land for them to find us.”

“Well, something seems to have brought them to us.”

“Do you know who the pack is?” Joon wonders.

Jin sighs, “Black Dragons.”

“He fucking brought them back to us,” Hoseok groans as he stands up to pace.

“Hoseok,” Joon warns, “Calm down.”

“How can I calm down when we are sitting in the territory of the pack who has been chasing us for thirty years? They slaughtered the lot of us when we found that brat and got Jaebum’s team the one time we met a few years later. It’s as if that kid is leading them to us.”

“He’s just a pup,” I growl back, my omega instincts begin to fade as I try to regain my usual dominate personality. “He is part of our pack. How can you say this stuff? He has been with us for thirty year, we ate dinner with him, slept next to him, how can you just call him a bad egg and let him die?”

“We are not leaving him to die,” Jin snaps, “I just wasn’t going to let them get you.”

“He wouldn’t have hurt me,” Even I don’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

“Just like the other one? I don’t want to have my shoulder shredded again because you were dumbstruck by a pretty alpha.”

My eyes narrow on him, “You know?” I never told him, I never told anyone that I had found my mate.

“Of course I know. I saw your eyes light up when you saw him that night. I didn’t know it was more than one of them until a few minutes ago.”

“Wait,” Hoseok jumps in, “Does that mean it was you who brought them to us?”

“So what if it is? Are you going to get rid of me too?” I accuse.

Jin quickly interjects, “He couldn’t even if he actually wanted to.” The oldest glares threatingly at the younger. “Hoseok, stop with your empty threats.”

“I didn’t threaten her. I was just making it public knowledge that the reason the legendary blood red army was wiped out because they were looking for her.”

I scoff, “You’re welcome.”

Jin rolls his eyes, “That doesn’t matter now, does it? Now it’s on us for coming to them. We are on their territory so they had every right to attack us. They probably smelt Insoo’s scent on one of us and came rushing to find their mate.”

Yoongi hums in agreement, his grip on me tightens protectively, “They are going to be pissed that they found Jungkook instead of Insoo.”

Jimin clicks his tongue, “They are probably going to be more pissed that their mate’s scent is all over another alpha.”

“So we should go now, so I can explain,” I say eagerly.

“What if they are as dangerous as everyone says and they slaughter the rest of us?” Taehyung wonders mindlessly. We all share a look, “I mean they almost killed us back at that village. What is going to stop them from doing it now?”

“I will.”

Tae shakes his head, “Sorry Hyung, you can’t just save us with just a pretty smile or be your normal aggressive self. These are cold-hearted alphas that have killed as many, if not more, people than us and they really had a choice in it.”

“I’m with Tae on this,” Hoseok agrees, “We should have a plan so we don’t get ourselves killed.”

“What if I go find him and say there was a misunderstanding?”

“Yes, of course that will work,” Hoseok scoffs, “And what makes you so sure they will release Kookie after you go to him? What makes you so sure they haven’t already killed him?”

“You guys calm down with the hostility,” Joon warns. “We need to remember that pup isn’t like us, he can’t handle being captured.”

“Maybe if Insoo hadn’t babied him his whole life he would be able to some what take care of himself,” Jimin snips.

“He is a normal alpha, sorry I didn’t raise him the same way we were. I thought it would be nice if at least one of us weren’t prone to nightmares. Sorry that I didn’t bring out the whip and punish him properly. PTSD isn’t something I really enjoy so I figured I shouldn’t pass it along.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Than please tell me what you mean Jimin since you didn’t punish him at all either these last thirty years. I’m pretty sure you babied him more than I did.”

Joon sighs, “Okay I’m tired of this shit. All of you shut up. Insoo please stop fighting with everyone, we are not leaving Jungkook. Everyone else, stop being assholes, I’m not the type of alpha to leave my pack members behind and you all know that.”

“How are you planning on getting him back?” Jin wonders.

“I have no idea. Jin is the only one who could sneak in there without being sniffed out and I’m not going to send him in alone.”

We are all silent for a moment, the air is heavy with unsaid words. Sitting around the fire we watch as the sun completely sinks, leaving us in darkness. I know what I should say, I should offer myself. Trade my freedom for Jungkook’s and live happily ever after with my mates. But I’m scared. Yoongi senses this and quickly begins trying to sooth me. Jin comes over a moment after and takes me from the younger.

“You know you don’t have to go,” He mumbles into my hair after I tuck my face into his neck.

“But I want to go to him.”

“Than why do you reek of fear?”

“Because I’m scared.”

He scoffs, “You have had to live your whole life pretending to be an alpha, lead a unit in the most feared werewolf army and survived. How can you be scared of a few alphas? You are too strong to let them hurt you, what do you have to be afraid of?”

“I’m afraid that they might hurt you. I couldn’t imagine you guys dying because of me.”

“I don’t have much to live for,” He shrugs. “I’m a very old wolf, I’ve lived a long life and done plenty of things. I can be done with my life. These bastards have done the same.”

“Don’t include me in that,” Jimin, Tae, and Hoseok interject together.

“I’m still young!” Tae whines.

“I haven’t even met my mate yet,” Jimin joins in.

“We still have so much to live for!”

“But we need to save our pup,” Joon reminds them sternly. He looks at me with soft eyes, “But we also don’t want to force you to go to your mates if you don’t want to. So you have to give us the okay before we can even try to figure out how we are going to do the trade.”

I take a few deep breaths before nodding, “I can do this.”

The Adoption

Part Five

When my alarm went off the next morning the sun was just peeking through the curtains of our hotel room.  I ran a hand over my face and took a deep breath before I reached over to draw Em closer to me.  However, once again, I was met with an empty bed.  I sat up, glancing around the room.  I saw that the door outside was open again just like it had been last night.  I disentangled myself from the covers, shaking off the feeling of déjà vu and walked over to pull the curtains back.

The patio was empty, save the chairs and table that were always out there.  Emily was nowhere to be found.  I turned around, my eyes darting around the room.  Her suitcase was still there, overflowing with clothing she hadn’t repacked yet for our journey home in a few hours.

Had she just gone to check us out?  Maybe to get some food.  My eyes fell on her side of the bed, a note sitting on her nightstand, folded into a triangle.  I picked it up and frantically read the words.

Couldn’t let you do this.  I’m at the orphanage.  Join me when you wake up.  I love you.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a smut with Yoongi where you 2 hate each other but your forced to ride on his lap in the car and the bumps and turns cause some problems for Yoongi, you notice and decide to make it worse. O////O.

*fans self* Woo!! I’m imagining this lol. First, I apologize for how long this took!! Second, it’s not FULLY smut but it’s still smut.

You get what I mean? Eh you will.

Lol I hope so. Anyway, I seriously hope you still like like it because I enjoyed making it.  <3333



“Pile in.” you hear Hojung, BTS’ manager, tell the boys.

As you finish shoving your camera equipment into the back of the rental van you hear a wave of complaints.

“Hyung, this van isn’t big enough for all of us!” Jimin complained.

“It would be if she wasn’t coming.” you hear an annoyed voice put stress on she.

Jin sighed. “She is our photographer Yoongi.”

“And my friend.” Jimin added quickly. You could hear Yoongi scoff. You closed the trunk with a huff.

Coming around the side of the van you placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder and narrowed your eyes at Yoongi. ”Yoongi, you may not want to get on my nerves today. After all I’m the only person who can make your big head look presentable on camera.” Placing a smile on your face you directed your attention to the rest of the group. “We should get going. The light on the grass will be perfect soon! Where is everyone sitting?”

Hojung scratched nervously at his neck. That’s when you noticed all eyes were on you.


“I still don’t get why I have to sit on your lap.” you mumbled. Your foot played with someone’s luggage. Kicking it softly, you hoped it was Yoongi’s.

He looked up at you, of course not bothering to hide his annoyance. “I don’t either but complaining isn’t helping.”

The two of you were stuck in the very back of the van on the one sitter row with equipement and clothes at your side.You looked over the row in front of you at Jimin laughing at something Taehyung said while obediently holding the makeup bag. Each member was holding something in the over packed car. This is what happens when Hojung has to rent a van for a last minute schedule.

With your back to the window and your head resting on the back of Jungkook’s seat, you sighed and stared out the adjacent window.

“Hang on.” Hojung suddenly warned.

Yoongi looked over. “Wha-?

The van hit a bad bump sending your head into the ceiling and your butt partly into the air before landing back on Yoongi’s lap. From the front you could hear the amused sounds of those who were enjoying the ride so far.

Being too busy rubbing your now sore head you hadn’t noticed the gasp from your side. Yoongi’s body tensed for a moment. He looked over to you and thanked goodness that you hadn’t noticed. Blinking a few times, he un-tensed his body tried to relax back against his seat.

“Sorry.” you apologized, slightly embarrassed. Embarrassed as well, he turned to the window behind you, completely ignoring your apology.

‘Bastard.’ you thought.

There wasn’t even time to settle before the road started to get uneven. Despite how irritated he made you, you felt bad about how uncomfortable you must have been making him.

But you had no idea.

A sharp turn sent your hand up to his chest for balance. Because it was an unconscious move you didn’t even notice it or how close the side of your face was to his. It dropped into your lap not long after but the damage to his nerves had been done.

Each bump and turn made him squirm more. He tried to focus his thoughts to keep his blood from rushing downwards. Every few seconds he would spare a nervous glance to see if you noticed.

By this point it was hard not to. His focusing was failing miserably.

You turned your head away from him to hide your growing smirk. Only Jimin knew this but Yoongi was your idol crush. It faded some after experiencing the way he treated you but you couldn’t deny the way your heart skipped when you had to sit on his lap.

The plan that was forming in your head made your smirk wider and your panties wet.

“I think there is a big bump coming.” Hyo jung warned again.

Placing your hand on the ceiling to keep yourself from lifting up, you pushed on it causing your weight to sink more into Yoongi’s lap. Your eyes were still focused on the front but you could hear his sharp intake of breath.

His legs shifted under you almost moving you onto the luggage. Carefully you sat back, moving your butt all the way back and leaning forward. He stopped immediately. “Jimin, how much longer?”

“About 30 minutes.” he answered. Hearing the time left you could feel Yoongi tense up. Jimin turned to you and whispered “Just hang in there a little longer.”

“Oh I’m good.” you answered, sitting back. Slowly your hand came to your side to graze Yoongi’s thigh. The movement was lazy enough to seem innocent but your next move wasn’t.

At the next sharp turn you overdramatically moved your whole body against him. Not bothering to apologize this time, you shifted yourself to move from against his chest but grinded your hips against him in the process. The music in the car covered his soft moan but you heard it.

As if you had planned it, Up & Down by EXID came on. It was your favorite song that you learned the dance to.

You moved rather obviously until you felt hands at your hips. With his lips near your ear he whispered “Stop.”

It was a tone you never heard from him before. Strained but seductive.

You glanced back at him. His face was serious but obviously tense. His hands slacked but never left your hips

“Stop what?” you asked. You smiled and continued to sing and move.

His hold on your hips grew tight again holding you in place. “What are you doing?”

Your smile faded and your eyes locked with his. “Yoongi I’m just having fun.” Slowly your hand moved to rest over his zipper.

“Y/N, What are y-”

Moving your hand steadily up and down, you sung along with the song. “Up and Down, Up and Down.”

“You’re so lame.” He released a breathy laugh barely audible over the music.

“Is that right?” you unzipped his jeans and moved straight past his underwear to palm his bare length.

His eyes went wide and he tried to shift in the seat but you laughed as you kept your hand moving. “Could have sworn you were a boxers man, Min Yoongi.”

His eyes fluttered before relaxing as he seemed to melt into the seat. You glanced over the row in front of you. The others were completely oblivious, dancing as best they could to Apink with their hands preoccupied.

Seeing a tunnel up ahead, you turned to meet his eyes as you smiled mischievously. He shook his head weakly, already losing his composure in the small space. You nodded in return, moving your hand up to go under his shirt and back down.

Approaching the dark tunnel, you leaned closer and closer into him. Finally covered in darkness, you kissed him feverishly. The loud music that surrounded you continued to cover the sound of your actions. He was taken aback by this but wasted no time in returning the intensity. He knew the tunnel wouldn’t last long so he made an apparent point to get as much as he could from the kiss.

His lips moved in rhythm with yours trying to go deeper but you wouldn’t let him. As much as you loved it there wasn’t much tunnel left. Besides, the whole point was to tease him.

Trying not to lose yourself in the kiss, you pulled down his pants and underwear just enough to touch him more freely. You moved your hand faster and kissed harder under your temporary cover of darkness. You brought your hand up to graze his tip before running it back down slowly with a tighter grip. His mouth parted as a low groan escaped. You traveled quickly to leave kisses against his neck while he released a heavier moan.

Sensing the end of the tunnel you slowed down your hand and met with lips once more. With a slowly drug out bite and tug of his bottom lip, you pulled away. His head subconciously tried to follow to your lips but stopped, sensing the light of outside once again.

The absence of your lips made the movements of your hand even more angonizing than your slow pace.

His hips bucked and squirmed slighty but you stayed with the same speed. His head rested against the back of the seat with closed eyes, he almost looked sleep.

“Up here?” you heard Namjoon ask Hyojung.

He turned down to music which was now playing a Trot song you didn’t recognize. “Anyone who is sleep, wake them up.” He glanced back through the rearview mirror at you and Yoongi. “Y/N, wake him up please.”

You smiled before he focused ahead again.

Removing your hand, you pulled his pants back up. He groaned at the dettachment and the tight feel of his jeans against his unsatifisted length.

You heard the Jungkook laugh. “I guess he slept well.”

“Come on, Yoongi, wake up. We’re here.” You pretended to wake him up, making sure the others could hear your acting as Hyojung parked.

Everyone began to pile out of the van to put their items down.

“I’m surprised he got to sleep.” you heard Taehyung say as he climbed out.

“Probably better that way. He would just torture Y/N.” Jimin said, helping you out of the van.

“Eh, don’t worry about me I am pretty good at torture too.” You told them with a quick glance to Yoongi.

Hyojung stuck his head in at the frustrated man. “Come on.”

“I am going to stay here for a minute. I need a minute to wake up.” He lied, still fully hard inside his pants.

Hyojung nodded. “Alright but don’t go back to sleep.” he warned.

Throwing him the same michevious smile from earlier, you added. “Don’t take too long either or I might have to come get you.”

In Love With The Idea of Her Part 2

Okay, guys here’s part two.

The next morning…

As you prepared for the day, all you found on your mind was Prince Lin and your interactions from the night before. Your maid was working on your hair. “My Lady, the prince seems quite nice, doesn’t he?”

The smile on your face grew a fraction bigger. “Yes, he does.” Your hand comes to rest on the charm hanging from your neck.

Once you’re ready, your maid leaves you at your command. You wanted a moment alone to gather your thoughts before heading to the dining hall for breakfast.

Prince Lin took to walking the corridors to clear his mind. You had him up all night, consuming his thoughts and when he did sleep, his dreams were filled with you. Before he knew it, he had made his way to your chamber door. His hand just inches away from the door….

You wanted to be able to give something to Prince Lin, just as he had given you the necklace. You paced your chamber, trying to come up with something. You had made it back into the sitting room area. The next thing you knew, you had tripped on a wrinkle in the rug and fell wrong on your ankle. You cry out in pain.

“Y/N!! Are you alright?” Lin’s voice rings from the other side of the door.

“Lin! Please come help me.” You call as you try to pull yourself up onto your feet. You almost make it, but as you go to put weight on the ankle you landed on, you cry out in pain once more and fall against the table you had grabbed onto for leverage.

“Darling, what happened?” Lin’s face was etched with worry as he reached your side. You are, once again, on the floor, clasping your ankle. He sits beside you. You grimace as pain lances through your foot and ankle.

“I tripped on the rug and landed on my ankle wrong. I can’t put any weight on it.” You sigh, placing your face in your hands, willing the tears to go away. To your surprise, Lin gently pulls the injured ankle into his lap. He quickly and carefully discards the high heeled shoe so he can inspect the injury. His soft touch glides over the now throbbing joint. You wince when he hits the most painful spot.

He frowned as he continued to check your injured ankle, as you continue to make noises of discomfort. “This tobillo doesn’t look good, cariña.” This is the first time he had used some of his native language in front of you.

“I’m sorry?” you ask, as you watch him look for something. “I didn’t understand what you just said. Was it in Spanish?”

He walks back over to you, “Yes, I said, your ankle doesn’t look good.”

“What was that other word you said?” You try your best to say the other Spanish word he had said, but fail miserably.

Lin chuckles under his breath. “I called you cariña. It means sweetheart.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously.

You smile up at him. “I like that.” He visibly relaxes and his smile returns momentarily.

He quickly lifts you. “Lin, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking my cariña to the doctor. She is in pain and that is something that I cannot stand.” He quickly made his way to the infirmary.

“Where is Y/N?” The queen asks your maid when you are now 30 minutes late for breakfast. She is about to say something when a guard opens the double doors that lead into the hall.

“Forgive us, your majesties, for our tardiness.” Lin’s voice rang throughout the hall as he carried you in. “The princess fell and injured her ankle. I was close by when she called out and I took her to get the medical attention she needed.” The servants scrambled to make you comfortable as Lin sat you down in your chair, before taking his own at your side.

“Darling, are you alright?” Your mother implored.

“Yes, Mama. I’ll be fine in a few days. The doctor said that I didn’t break it, just sprained. I don’t know what I would have done if Lin wasn’t nearby.” You grab his hand and lightly squeeze it.

“Oh, dearest! What about your party? You won’t be able to dance.” She frowned.

You smile. “It’s okay. There’s only one that I want to dance with and he’s not going anywhere.” You grin at Lin and he mirrors your smile.

“It’s lovely to see that the two of you are getting along.” Your father comments.

The rest of breakfast went smoothly and slowly transitioned into a wedding planning session.

A servant walked into the kitchen, bringing back dishes from the dining hall. “There is no way.” He mumbled under his breath. The cook heard him.

“What are you grumbling about this time?”

“Cookie, I think that the engagement between the prince and princess isn’t a love match. I think it’s an arranged marriage.”

She gasps. “You hush your mouth!!  I won’t have you spreading nasty rumors in my kitchen!” With that, Cookie slapped his hand and sent him on his way, a scowl on his face.

After spending the day beginning to plan the wedding, an idea that you previously had been dreading, was now quite enjoyable. Lin stayed by your side the whole day, catering to your every need. He was also very involved with the decision-making. When presented with a choice, he would offer his input and would help find compromises when needed.

“I don’t know what flowers to choose.” You had already begun to look to Lin for help.

“Well, my mother’s favorite is the lily and your favorite color is blue, so…” Lin grabbed the pink and white lilies and combined them with the royal blue bluebells and presented them to you.

You gasp. “Lin, they’re beautiful. Yes, the stargazer lilies with the bluebells. And I want the pink in the lilies and the blue of the bluebells to be our wedding colors.” You turn to look at Lin. “Darling, are you wearing your uniform for the wedding or a tuxedo?”

Your mother chimed in before Lin had a chance to speak. “Oh, his dress blues will look wonderful with the color scheme you’ve pick out, dear.”

Lin grinned down at you. “I’ll wear whatever you want me to.”

You smile as you look around the room. So much had been decided in the past few hours.

A deep double tap of the herald’s staff got everyone’s attention. “The caterer had arrived.”
All of a sudden, the table was cleared of all the fabrics and flowers and was set up for a tasting that would double as lunch.

Lin leaned over to whisper in your ear. “How’s the tobillo, mi cariña? Any pain?” His use of the words he had introduced you to earlier made you smile.

“A little, my prince. The doctor’s recommendations has helped tremendously.” Your foot had been elevated while alternating between warm compresses and ice packs to slow the swelling, but the painkillers that you had been given had begun to wear off. You blush as you let him know that you might need some of the painkillers because the pain was beginning to grow.

A servant was passing by when Lin signaled for him to come back. “Could you, please, go to the doctor and fetch some painkillers for the princess’ ankle?”

The servant bowed. “Of course, your highness. Right away.” With that, he had rapidly left the hall.

You had expected Lin to stay in his chair beside you, but he got up and looked as if he was going to leave. What you didn’t see coming was your fiancé, moving to where your ankle was resting. With a gentle touch, he lifted the affected appendage and placed it in his lap. He began to lightly massage the tender area and you felt calmed and soothed. “Is this okay?” He asked, while surrounding your foot and ankle with a soothing caress.

You smile, “Wonderful, thank you.”

@gratitudejoyandsorrow and @1975cashtons … you are awesome

Rockabye (3) - Jackson

Originally posted by suga-pills

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: mature
genre: angst, romance, smut
warnings: alcohol mention, ‘exotic’ dancing
word count: 2058
summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

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Dancing Away With My Heart Pt. 4

Summary: You’re a ballerina dancer, and your baby sister is taking up gymnastics, with none other than Lance Tucker as her teacher.

Pairing: Lance the Fucker Tucker x ofc (Stella)

Warnings: language (no fucking shit, right?) sexual tension, fluff.

Originally posted by ohhseby

Later that night, after work I booked it home, planning to take another shower if we go out, don’t want to smell like leotard. On the way home, at 5:13 exacially, my phone rings. It’s a number I don’t recognize, but I assume it’s Lance. Excitement floods my veins, I half to calm myself down before I answer it, don’t want to seem too excited, you know.

“Hello?” I bring the phone to my ear, while keeping my eyes on the road.

“Hello, pretty girl.” His voice is so freaking sexy, man. Even more so over the phone, not to mention that new nickname is going to ruin me. Chuckling, I respond with a:

“How are you sir Lancealot?” My face suddenly heats up, what an idiotic name. But I couldn’t help it. He laughs, and let me tell you there was nothing forced about that laugh.

“Wow, Stella. That was a new one.” I smile, still trying to focus on the road.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I hear him hum.
“Are you still up for dinner tonight?” I hear Luke jumping and yelling in excitement in the background. Lance hushes him.

“I would love to have dinner. Where at?”

“I was thinking my place, I’m a mean cook and Luke can just hang around the house.” I like that idea.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Lance. What time?”

“7? That’ll give me a few hours to prepare dinner. Anything in particular sound good?”

“No, handsome. I’m sure anything you make will be fantastic.” He chuckles.

“Alright, beautiful. I’m digging these cheesy nicknames, you know. Anyway, I’ll text you my address and I’ll see you at 7.” I hear him scolding Luke for putting something in his mouth and I laugh.

“I agree, they are pretty cheesy. And I’ll see you at 7.” He hangs up just as I make it home. I’ll have enough time to shower, and make dinner for Sarah before I have to leave. I’m not looking forward to Sarah’s ‘I told you so’ lecture.

Entering our simple 2 story home, I’m shocked to hear something or someONE I guess, hit the ground with a grunt. I look past the door to see Sarah on her stomach, groaning.

“What the hell, Sar?” She looks up at me and laughs before pulling herself up.

“Sorry, Stella. I was balancing against the door, I had my earphones in so I didn’t hear you pull up or I would have moved.” I laugh and pat her on the head.

“You’re a special one.” She follows me into the kitchen where I put my purse down and plug my phone into the charger. It still has 60%, but I don’t know how long I’m going to be gone tonight. (winky face)

“So, how did it go?” I smile, she always knows when something’s going on.

“I’m going out to dinner with him tonight. His place.” My face is bright red by now, and she know’s I’m not being fully honest.

“There’s more than that, babe.” She leans against me, resting her head on my shoulder and batting her eyelashes at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She laughs.

“Bull! You’re so red, you should see yourself!” I roll my eyes, but I know I’m not getting out of this situation.

“W-we…we kissed.” She slaps my shoulder, mouth wide open. Shock clearly evident on her face.

“SHUT UP! Did you really?!” Looking down, a blush makes it’s way across my face. I think I’ve blushed more in the last 3 days than I have in my entire life.

“Yes really.” She rolls her head back in a laugh.

“Oh, no way man! I can’t believe this, my coach and my sister!”

“Are you disappointed?” I can’t deny the sting of fear that strikes my heart.

“Are you kidding? This is awesome! Maybe he won’t be as hard on me now!” She laughs before going up to her room. Looking on the counter, I see she set out hamburger helper and the frozen hamburger, almost completely thawed out. That should be easy enough to whip up for her.

After dinner is done, I head up to my master bedroom to start my shower.

“Sarah, your dinner is done.” She shouts a response to me that I can’t understand on the way to my room.

After my shower, I am fresh and ready for my date, and it’s just past 6. Checking my phone I see he did in deed text me the address, about half an hour ago. Jogging down the stairs I grab my purse, shouting to Sarah before leaving the house.


“Well. This is it. Holy shit.” Just pulling into the parking stop in front of his house makes me jealous.

‘Remind me not to invite him over to my house, geez.’ I know I shouldn’t be shocked, after all this guy IS a gold and silver medalist. I shouldn’t be shocked he has money. Walking up to the door, I knock 3 times. I can faintly hear the soft pitter patter of feet running at top speed to the door, before it swings open and a tiny Lance is tackling my legs. Chuckling I lean down and pick him up.

“Hello there handsome boy.” He hugs my neck tight, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

“PRETTY LADY!” He shouts in my ear, it hurts but I don’t let it bother me. He’s too cute after all. Lance turns the corner, treading up to the door, all the while smiling.

“Come inside, Stella. Make yourself at home.” I do as he requests, still holding his son. He has a beige leather couch, the wrap around kind in his spacious living room, and a giant smart TV mounted up on his wall. One thing’s for sure, he lives in comfort.

“I made chicken alfredo for dinner. That sound good to you?” I chuckle.

“I’m surprised you even allow pasta in your diet.”

“Well, nothing wrong with the occasional splurge, especially for special occasions.”

I laugh, I suppose he’s right.

Dinner goes over without a hitch, and I learn a lot about him. From his glory days, to becoming team coordinator. He told me that’s how he met Maggie.

“Do you and Maggie not get along?” He sighs.

“No, not at all. I have him for the weekend but that’s usually only when it’s convenient for her. She was going out with her friends and didn’t want to be a mom I guess. That’s fine though, means I get more time with him.” He looks at his son and smiles, and I do the same.

“I hate women who do that. Keep their kids from loving fathers, that makes them the real deadbeats.” He smiles at me.

“Thank you. That makes me feel better. I just wish I could have more time with him.” The heartbreak clearly on his face breaks my heart.

“You could fight for him you know?” He sighs.

“I don’t think they’d give me the time of day. I did sleep with my student after all. I’ve made a lot of mistakes and I’m trying to overcome them.” Lance is living proof that your past doesn’t have to define you.

“Everyone does stupid stuff in their life, Lance. You shouldn’t have to be punished for the rest of your life for it. Plus, it’s clear he loves you.” I glance at Luke, sitting on the floor with his toys after dinner.

Lance stands up, and offers me his hand and leads me to the couch once I take it. He sets me down.

“I’ll be right back. Come on Luke, it’s time for your bath and bed.”

“Awwww daddy! I don’t wanna go bed! I wanna play with the pretty lady more!” I laugh. He stands up and runs into my lap, burying his head in my stomach. I pat him on the back as Lance sighs, walking up to us. He picks a crying Luke off my lap ad carries him into what I can only assume is the restroom.

20 minutes later, Luke emerges in his onesie and he’s adorable, as usual.

“Pretty lady! Will you come with me to bed while daddy reads me a story?”

Standing up, I follow Luke into his bedroom where Lance is already sitting on his bed, waiting for him to return.

“I got the pretty lady!” I chuckle, sitting on the bed next to Lance. Lance reads the cat and the fiddle to Luke, until he passes out. Clearly exhausted, it’s tough to be a 3 year old you know.

Lance stands up quietly, pulling me with him. Once he gets the door closed, he pulls me back farther into the hallway, out of earshot before bringing his mouth to mine in a heated kiss.

Almost too shocked to respond, but I regain control of my body quickly and respond to his kiss just as feverishly. He backs me up against the wall before lifting me up, my legs going around his waist. Still kissing me, he carries me to where I can only assume is his bedroom. Opening the door with his foot, and kicking it closed once we’re inside, he pushes my back against it, his lips traveling to my neck.

“L-Lance, wait.” He stops, gently setting me down.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” I smile.

“It’s not that, I want to I’m just…nervous.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“You have no reason to be nervous.” He cradles my face in his hands, bringing his lips back to mine.

“I-I’ve never…” He pulls away, staring into my eyes.

“You’re a virgin?” I look towards the ground, nodding.

“I-I just….I’ve never had time to worry about myself like that, I had to raise my sister. I had to grow up fast.” He smiles.

“I can’t imagine how hard that would have been for you, Stella. I’m in my 30’s and I was thinking I was too young to have a child when Luke was born. I can’t imagine what you went through.” This man is an angel. I’ve heard such awful things from people about him. Maybe after Luke was born he did a lot of growing up himself.

“I want this, Lance. I’m getting up there myself, it’s kinda pathetic to have not gotten this far yet.” He smiles, bringing his mouth to mine once again. He gently pushes me back until my knees hit the back of the bed, and he gently sets me down, crawling over my body.

“I haven’t even seen you yet, and I can tell you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I smile, kissing him once more.

He pulls away and pulls his shirt over his head before going to remove mine.

He brings his mouth to mine once more, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

“Let me make love to you…” Those are the words I’ve wanted to hear for such a long time, I can’t believe it’s actually going to happen. However, the bliss is short lived, as someone decides to join us…

“Daddy…daddy I had bad dream.” Lance turns to look at Luke, frustration crossing his face. I chuckle, before covering my almost naked chest with the blanket.

“Come on up here Luke.” He runs up to us, leaping into the bed and crawling between us. This kid is too cute for his own good.

“Were you two wrestling?” I laugh and Lance coughs in embarrassment.

“Something like that, kiddo.”

“Isn’t that how I was made daddy? You and mommy wrestled? *GASP* We’re you and pretty lady gonna make me a baby brother?!” Now my face heats up and Lance laughs.

“Not quite, buddy. Your mother tells you the most ridiculous things.”

“Mommy told me wrestling is how babies are made.”

“Well, she’s not wrong.” He plops on his back, reaching around to sooth my hair down.

“I’m sorry, Stella.”

“Don’t be, this is the best day I’ve ever had.”

This is the life I want….

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