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Future || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

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Word Count: 1.1k+

Summary: Feelings are revealed when Jack and (Y/N) spend the weekend at her others house back in the countryside. 

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this, it was so so fun to write so thank you so much xo




“Have you finished your vlog yet, love?” (Y/N) asks quietly as Jack walks into the living room. She stands up and walks toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head onto his chest as he brushes his hand down her hair and tilts her head up. Their eyes meet and she smiles adoringly, counting the colours of his eyes. “Hi.”

He tilts his head to the side and smiles, leaning down to press his lips against hers for a few seconds before pulling away away and pressing his forehead against hers and staring into her eyes. “Hi.”

“Did you remember to finish your vlog?” She asks again, her voice softer than usual as she tried to keep the atmosphere as relaxing as possible. Being loud seemed unnatural in that moment, so the words they shared were lulling and quiet.

They were spending the weekend at (Y/N)’s mums house, and Jack had decided that since you were gonna be showing him around the place you grew up and he was seeing everything form your past for the first time, that he wanted to document it all. That day, she’d taken him to see her old secondary school, and gone on to show him all of her hiding spots where she and her friends would stay if they wanted to bunk classes. It’d been a day full of laughs and Jack teasing her about how much of a ‘bad girl’ she used to be; but now it was almost eleven pm and they were both beginning to get sleepy.

When he nods, she smiles and entwines their hands, taking a step back and tugging him along with her. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

Jack frowns in confusion but allows her to tug him up the stairs toward her bedroom, his eyes flicking from the photographs on the walls to the shelves of trophies and medals. She lets their hands fall apart and nods toward the window with a small smirk. “How good are you at climbing?”

His eyes wander to the large window that she was stood beside, and he scrunches up his face nervously. “If I say I’m shit, will I not have to do it?”

“That isn’t how it works.” She grins, holding out her hand and nodding toward the window. “Come on, I promise that once we’re up there you won’t regret it.”

And she was right. After following her lead and managing to climb onto the roof without an issue, the view was beautiful. One of the perks of living in the country side was the fact that there was hardly any light pollution during the night, barely anything compared to London: and so the stars were visible in the sky and the moon was their only source of light.

They sit with (Y/N) between Jack’s legs and her head resting on his chest, simply inhaling the fresh air and basking in the scent of freshly cut grass. The small lights from surrounding houses were comforting, and the way Jack’s arms wrapped themselves around her waist made her sink into him with a happy sigh. “You know, I used to spend hours up here when I was younger. Used to lock my bedroom door so my mum couldn’t walk in and realise I wasn’t there.” She purses her lips and smiles. “God, I drank my first bottle of vodka up here.”

Jack chuckles, resting his chin on the tip of her head and running his hands up and down her sides. “You really were a rebel, huh?”

She giggles and throws her head back, closing her eyes when he places a chaste kiss on her lips and sighing happily thereafter. “One day, I want to move back here. Maybe once I’ve got a family, and I’ll have a huge dog and two kids and maybe I’ll have stables a-”

We’ll.” Jack interrupts, causing her eyes to flutter open in confusion. “When we have a family, when we have a big dog and two two kids and stables for our horses and a lock on every single window so that our kids can’t sneak onto the roof and drink vodka like their badass mum used to.”

She sits up on her knees and turns to face him, still between his legs as she furrows her eyebrows in confusion but can’t keep the overjoyed smile off of her face. “You want that- with me, I mean?”

He nods, a look of disbelief on his face as he cups her cheeks in his hands. “You thought I didn’t?”

She shrugs and shakes her head, glancing down and blinking quickly to keep her emotional tears at bay. “You grew up in Brighton, and you adore London. I can’t take you away from that.”

“Baby, you wouldn’t be 'taking me away’. You’d be giving me everything I’ve ever wanted. A family, and beautiful kids who’ll have the most amazing, fun parents possible.”

She sniffs and wipes a stray tear away from her cheek, laughing a little and staring at him with a smile. “Fuck, do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Wiping her eyes with her thumbs, he watches in adoration as she leans into his touch and pulls her lips between her teeth, a habit she’d picked up after him do it whenever he was happy about something. This was the girl he’d fallen for; her face free from any trace of makeup and his clothes hanging loosely on her significantly smaller frame. Her hair was in two loose French plaits and she had dark circles beneath her eyes due to the fact that they’d stayed up until three am the previous night; but she was still the most beautiful human being he’d ever played eyes upon.

“Enough to marry me?”

Her eyes widen and her breath gets caught in her throat, her hand flying up to cover her mouth in shock. “Jack-”

“I know it’s not ideal, this isn’t how I wanted to ask you; but this is perfect. We’re gonna have a family, a future together; and I can’t imagine not being married to you when that time comes.” He says, looking down for a second before looking back up into her tear flooded eyes and smiling softly. “Be my wife?”

“As if I’d ever say no,” she says, her voice cracking midway through as she flung herself into his arms and presses her lips against his, laughing against them when he got thrown back against the roof with a crash.

This was their future: and they could hardly wait to see what surprises it’d bring.

anonymous asked:

i just saw vukica's day/winter court edits and i cant stop imagining helion's wife holding a lion cub and LOOKING FIERCE and then we have kallias's wife holding a snow leopard, full grown, sprawled across her lap, looking like she'd murder you for BREATHING

Dedicated to the beautiful @vukica10 for making these edits. Day//Winter

Prompt: the anon’s ask + the baby bats going to different courts for help to defeat the King of Hybern 


The Lady of the Day Court sat on her throne, her back straight, her eyes calculating, her eyebrows pinched on her forehead. Helion sat beside her, holding her hand over the slight space between them. A small tick worked in her cheek, her dimples digging into the plushness of them. 

Her face was impassive, not a thing to be read, not a thing given away by her expressions. Her lips were of the darkest plum hue, pursed ever so slightly, her deep brown eyes fixated on the High Lord and his compassions. 

“My wife has a knack for determining the worth of the people around her,” Helion explained. Her only response was a slight exhale of breath, her chest barely moving. White paint swirled across the High Lord’s forehead, creating patterns, before curving down the sides of his face, caressing his cheeks, and then expanding over his bare shoulders. 

A band made of thin rods sat on his brow, the curled ending resting on his nose, beads of gold and red decorating him. But his wife, she wore the crown. A crown of woven fabric and gold, taller than her head. But she never seemed to be off balance. 

“Your intentions are true, Rhysand” Her red, blue, and yellow beaded and woven necklace started at the base of her neck and extended down, right above the curve of her chest. Her deep blue dress, mixed with the brightest golds and reds consisted of a v neck line, before bellowing in front of her, a large slit leaving her legs bare. The sleeves were firm against her arms. “Your greed is scarce, and your heart beats strong” 

Something yawned from her lap. Cassian’s eyes swiveled down, not the best decision on his part. The Lady’s hand curved down, stroking behind the small beast’s ear. The beast yawned again, sharp teeth poking out of its mouth. 

Only large enough to fill up the Lady’s lap, the beast turned around gently, its four paws stretching in opposite directions. The Lady looked down, a small smile pulling at her full lips. “Yes, indeed, you are worthy of our help” 

She squeezed her husband’s hand before rubbing the beast’s mouth gently, it’s teeth sinking into her finger. Playful, merely a babe. Slowly she stood up, holding her animal in her arms, slight muscle flexing in her bare legs. “Follow me, if you would. We have plans to form” 

Rhys cleared his throat, getting up from his kneeling position. “Will Helion be joining us?” 

A bright smile spread across her face. So wide, and so joyful, each of her perfectly straight and white teeth shone brightly. She shook her head, her tight, wavy hair falling over both shoulders now. “Now why on earth would he do that? It’s not his area of expertise, is it, my everything?” 

Helion gave her a half smile, the side of his lips pulling up, before he tilted his head back as she bent forward, placing a kiss on his lips. “He is the one who sits pretty on the throne, do not be mistaken” 

The Lady of the Day Court walked off the dais and passed between the two Illyrians and the High Lord, her beast tucked under her right arm. She looked back, before curing her fingers forward. “We haven’t got all day, now have we?” 



A female with a flower printed cloak lead them through the palace made entirely of ice, her feet scarcely making a sound on the cold floors. Her slippers effortlessly transported her, before she stood before two thick doors made completely of ice. 

“Is the Lord ready?” Her voice was soft, airy, but held a firm sense of belonging. The two guards nodded, stepping aside as they drew the doors open. At their sides, wicked blades with many sharp edges rested, ready to be drawn at the slightest wrong move. 

A blade of her own was strapped to the female’s back, as she walked through the opening doors. Azriel looked to Cassian, but Cassian gave a mere shrug. He had no idea why she was permitted a blade inside the throne room. 

The female walked through the room of ice, the walls of the room slowly curving upward, creating a domed atmosphere. Each step was louder, but still, the female managed to walk with such grace and elegance, it was shocking. 

The female lifted her hand, commanding them to stop as they neared Kallias. She, however, continued to walk until she was climbing the ice steps, nearing the throne. Her hands reached up, pulling back her hood, her raven black hair slowly unravelling slightly past her shoulders. 

She turned around, unbutton the cloak at her neck, revealing a pillowy cream tunic, and tight cream trousers. A belt of grey wrapped around her waist, further more defining her physique. She then lowered herself on her throne. 

“Were they kind?” Kallias angled his head slightly at the female, still watching the three guests. She smiled and nodded, placing her hand on his arm, her fingers curling over the soft fur of his own cloak. 

“Extremely so, Kallias” He turned fully to her, both their eyes connecting. His of a cold icy blue, hers of an equally cold grey. She reached up and cupped his chin gently, her fingers of a gentle olive undertone stroking his jaw. “Let’s get down to business, if you permit it, my lord” 

Kallias nodded, the blue crystal jewel bouncing on his forehead. His fingers curled around hers, drawing soft circles on the back of her hand. She faced forward, whistling softly. 

The doors opened behind them, and slowly, as if prowling, a beast walked past them. It’s long, spotted tail curling behind it. Shoulders flexing, hind legs ready to propel it forward, and sharp teeth ready to sink into the flesh of it’s Lady’s enemies, the beast climbed into her lap. 

A soft grunt left her lips and Kallias smiled, before turning back to his fellow High Lord and his Commander and Shadowsinger. “What do you want of me, Rhysand?” Kallias’s voice was soft, but strong in the room. In his element, in his Court. 

“Yes, that’s a brilliant question” The female quirked her eyebrows, her slanted eyes moving over the three faces. The beast tilted it’s head to the side, its tail curling around its body, before hanging limply over the side of the throne. 

Rhys took a step forward, but slowly took it back when the beasts’s eyes lock on his. The female tsked softly, running her slender hand down the whisking tail. “I believe it is in our best interest to assist you, Rhysand, so we shall” 

Kallias gave a sharp nod, before getting off his throne. He knelt before his Lady slightly, kissing her knuckles, before closing his cloak at the neck, and walking towards Rhysand. He, too, looked like he was prowling, his footsteps not making a sound. 

“Let’s chat in another room” Kallias gestured to the large doors and the four of them left, leaving the mysterious girl, cooing and talking to her large beast, of fur, claws, and fangs. 


This was so fun to write, so I hope you guys enjoyed it. And please, please, check out the wonderful edits that inspired my writing. They’re beautiful! 

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I Heard You Scream My Name *SMUT*

A/N: There is less than three hours left till the premiere of Teen Wolf! And as I promised two days ago, I am going to post a smut. I dedicate this to the Anon who requested for a Thomas smut. Hope you guys enjoy!! Oh, and happy Teen Wolf watching! 

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

You had just gotten back from your run in the maze with Thomas and you were exhausted. All you wanted was a nice meal, a  nice warm shower, and to knock the fuck out. You made your way to where everyone was eating and slumped next to Minho. “Rough run, Greenie?”

“It was so hot today, I felt like I was on fire!” You felt Thomas sit next to you and chuckle.

“It wasn’t that bad, you’re exaggerating.”You scoffed, “ That’s rich coming from you. Little ol’ Thomas here had the luxury of taking off his shirt, so he didn’t really have it that bad.” Now you weren’t really complaining, because a shirtless Thomas was a sight to see. You really couldn’t concentrate, you were fixated on looking at his lean abs and hard biceps. You were getting wet just thinking about feeling him up and having his body run against yours. It was all his fault you were all hot and bothered.

Thomas smirked and looked at you, “You could’ve taken off your shirt too.”

“I’m sure you would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you,” you got up and whispered in his ear. “In your dreams Thomas.”

You walked towards the showers, closed the door and stripped naked. Turning on the water you stepped under it and sighed at how good it felt. Your mind wandered to how Thomas looked all sweaty while he was running. Your pussy throbbed at the thought of his arms holding you down and doing delicious things to your body. Knowing that all the boys were outside eating and wouldn’t hear you, you decided to lean against the wall and fantasize of all the things Thomas could do to you.

Your hands made their way to your pussy and you started to slowly rub your clit. Images of Thomas fingering you popped up and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, “Mmm, Thomas.”

His head disappearing between your thighs as he made you cum with his tongue, him hovering over you while his cock rubbed against your aching cunt, and finally the image of him pounding into you as you gripped onto his hard muscles as you came was your breaking point and you came hard, “Fuck, Thomas!”

Suddenly the stall door was slammed open and Thomas was there looking around frantically.

“What the hell, Thomas?! Get out!” You screamed as you tried to hide your naked body.

He finally looked at you, “I heard you scream my name, I thought something happened. Are you okay?”

You blushed as you realized you screamed out his name thinking you were being quiet, “Uh, um, yeah I’m fine. Just fine, I thought I saw a uh. A spider?”

“A spider? Since when are you afraid of spiders?”

“Since today Thomas! Now can you please leave, I’m kind of in the middle of a shower here.”

A look of realization crossed his face, as if he was just now realized that you were completely naked. But he wouldn’t move, his eyes traveled down your exposed body and you couldn’t help but feel shy under his gaze. His eyes looked into your and they were dark with lust. Slowly a smirk came across his face and he stepped into the stall closing and locking the door behind him.

“What- what are you doing?”

“I should ask you the same question. What were you doing in here?”

“What does it look like Thomas? I was showering. Now get the fuck out!”

“No, I mean what were you doing that you screamed out my name, huh?”

“I-I already told you. There was a uh,” my mind was starting to turn into mush, due to Thomas taking his shirt off.

“Were you thinking of me? Thinking of me with my shirt off? Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring while we were in the maze.” He lowered his pants and took off his shoes, he was now standing completely naked before you and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

Thomas stepped under the water, becoming drenched and man was that a sight to see. You licked your lips at the sight before you. “Or maybe you were thinking of the things I could do to you?” He was getting closer to you and you felt trapped against the wall, “The way I could make you cum in a matter of minutes with just my hands? My tongue?” He was now directly in front of you, his hands on your waist, his head right by your ear whispering, “My thick hard cock?”

Thomas lifted your body against the wall the water from the shower falling on both of you. His lips were firmly planted on yours, sucking the life out of your body. You could feel his slick hard dick sliding up and down you wet pussy lips, causing you to pull away and moan obscenely, “Fuck Thomas!" 


Thomas’s lips wandered towards your neck as he nipped probably leaving marks in his wake. "I’m going to love marking you, I’m going to let all these shanks know that you’re now mine and only mine.”

His words made your eyes roll to the back of your head and you whimpered under his touch. Holding you up with only one hand, his other went towards you clit making figure eights. You groaned aloud and buried your face into his neck. Your tongue licked the side of his neck and he tasted of water, sweat and dirt. A taste that turned you on immensely. 

“Come on baby, scream my name out again. Cum for me.”

Suddenly, him rubbing your clit and the friction of his hard cock against your cunt became to much and you came undone under his touch, screaming out his name.

You were both breathing hard against each other, the feel of his hard dick against you made you ache for more. You slowly moved your hips, feeling the tip go in a bit, making Thomas groan aloud and slam his lips against yours in a searing kiss. You pulled away and moaned against his ear, “Fuck me Thomas. Please.”

That was all the encouragement he needed, as he slammed the rest of his hard member into you, making you both groan aloud at the feeling. His hips were slamming into yours, making these slapping noises, that you bet the whole glade could hear. But you couldn’t care less, the only thing that mattered to you was cumming again, this time on Thomas’ cock. He was hitting all the right spots, and you could feel yourself come undone. Your lips searched for his and you bit lightly onto his, making him growl and slam even harder into you. Your thighs started to shake and your nails scratched at his back, “Oh my god, Thomas. You’re going to make me cum again!”

“That’s right baby cum on my dick. Give it to me.”

His fingers began to rub on your clit again and you saw stars. You barely heard him yell out as he came right after you. Gently he put you back down, but your knees felt like they were made of jelly, so he held onto you. You both looked at each other and laughed, Thomas grabbed your cheek and he softly planted a sweet kiss on your lips making you sigh.

The moment was ruined when Chuck screamed from outside, “Hey shanks! Hurry up will ya! You’re wasting all the hot water!”

You blushed and hid your face on his chest, as Thomas laughed.

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You wanna know the worst thing that’s ever happened here in the four years I’ve been working here? It was when an owl attacked Eleanor Gillespie’s head because it thought that her hair was a nest.

Hope Part I

Genre: Smut (Oral) [The Vampire Diaries AU! Part I]  

Word Count: 2500ish

This is dedicated to my sweet strawberry jelly @nomoreghostie-anon​ who is finally done with her finals!! I honestly had such a great time during my exams and talking to you is the best part of my day!! I hope you like it and I’ll be writing future parts for it so consider yourself warned ;) 

I love you Sofii~~ 

P.S Guys check out her moodboards, they’re absolutely fantastic!!


You lay in your bed, your body covered with warm sheets and hands wrapped around your waist. It should’ve been happy and peaceful morning, the perfect start to the perfect day but you were nothing but haunted by your own thoughts.

A slave to your own mind.

Jeon Jungkook is a vampire.

You repeated it in your head again. And then again. Trying so desperately hard wrap your head around the fact that your fiancée, the man you have loved and have lived with for so many years and are going to be with for the rest of your life, has been alive since the Victorian Age.

Your mind recalled the events of last night which were nothing but a blur, the rush of it all sending your mind into overdrive yet again and filling it with thoughts you didn’t want to think about.

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