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Met by Accident - Say Hello to Forever

I’ve just come to the conclusion that AO3 hates me and MbA, so I need to do this without awesome formatting.  

This chapter is short and sweet…very sweet.  There is a little angst but it turns out so wonderful (at least I think so).  Here’s your summary:

The new year has arrived holding the promise of forever and reassurance.

“Sweetheart,” Yuuri said, getting Viktor’s attention when he laid his hand upon his chest, “Ready? Doors open in half an hour.”

“Yep,” he replied, “Otabek, you’re in charge. Keep the brat in line. And stay out of the wine!”

“Do I look like I need a fucking babysitter?” Yuri yelled.

“Sometimes I wonder,” Viktor muttered, just loud enough for Yuri to hear him over the rapid gunfire of his game.

“Get lost, old man. I’ll let you know how you liked your wine,” he teased.

“Touch it and I swear I’ll kick your ass.”

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Met by Accident - Say Hello to Forever

Listen to the songs. They complete the experience. And please don’t scream too loudly

zach dempsey: wet t-shirt

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning: Just sweet, cheeky Zach Dempsey

Word Count: 299

Gif: @joeck

At Kat’s going away party, she introduced you and Hannah to the famous Justin Foley and charming Zach Dempsey. You knew of Justin and Zach, as they knew some about you. You had Zach in your marine science freshman year. He was top of the class, which aside from the stereotypes is remarkable.

“Sorry boys, can’t have you in Hannah’s house soaking wet,” Kat denied.

“C’mon, it’s not a party without us!” Zach stated.

You caught Zach’s glance, but turned away from him.

“Dry off,” Kat waved them off.

You went out to the backyard, seeing Foley and Zach, still drenched, slurping out of red solos.

“Imma change,” Zach stated. He faced you as he slid pass you. His faded cologne intoxicating you. His hand grasped yours and led you to a bathroom.

He shut the door behind the two of you, pressing you against the door. His chest centimeters away from your face, you closed your eyes and took a breath.

“I missed you,” you exhaled. A small chuckle escaped his throat.

His hair tickled your cheek when you felt his lips meet your shoulder. “I missed you more.”

You wrapped your arms behind his neck, holding him for a hug. To physically have him there meant the world to you. He held your short stature close to him, taking in everything about you. Your skin, your scent, your hair- all of you.

His arms stayed around your waist. Not falling below, not creeping higher. Just around your waist. He was always gentle with you and never pushed your limits.

When you parted, you realized your shirt had become wet as well. You could vaguely, but surely see the lacy texture of your bra. You crossed your arms, covering yourself.

“What is this?” Zach smirked. “A wet t-shirt contest?”

like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

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He was great. We shared many great moments. Our physical connection was never in question. He kissed me within an hour of meeting me and I let him. I thought that it could be a great story that we tell other people one day, not knowing that maybe moving too fast doomed us from the start. Our emotional connection, on the other hand, is something that I always questioned. The only time he allowed me a glimpse into his heart is at three in the morning, when we would talk all night, not needing sleep, only each other, even though he has to be up at eight for work. I feel him smiling against my face. His heart beating against my chest. His thumbs caressing my fingers. His hand rubbing my bare back. These are the little moments that I will keep close to me. These are the moments before everything good about us slipped away.


He was charming and confident and he created an environment where I felt safe to grow. He taught me many things about life and I will always care for him in that sense. And although my relationship with him was exhilarating, there was a dark and twisted side that was always lurking.He was able to flash a smile at me and charmed me into changing my morals for him. To the point where I slid down the door, holding onto my chest, the part where the heart is, and questioned if I am still me. He was able to use his confidence to make me feel small and less than him, to the point where I made excuses to my friends for the ways he treated me. He used my need to feel alive to suck the innocence and what little naivety I had left.


And the more nights we spent together, the colder I felt. The more he withdraw, the more I needed his warmth. It was a sick relationship based on my fear of spending my nights alone and his fear of commitment and missing out on everything life has to offer did not make things easier. 


Of course it hurts to see things changed. Of course it hurts to remember all of the tender moments we had. And of course, my heart breaks every time I compare the beginning to now. I will never understand how someone wakes up one day and decides that they don’t care anymore. He used to pull me closer to him during the middle of the night to kiss my forehead. Now all he does is cowered me into the corner and throw words at me, that he claims he does not mean the next day. And I hate myself for never having the strength to leave him in that moment. So I lay down in the same bed next to him, facing the opposite direction, leaving inches between us. And I hate myself for still wanting his arms around me.

—  He trapped me in the environment he created and it took me a while to find my way out of the maze. And sometimes, I wonder if I am really out.
Broke My Dream

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word count: 4442 - sorry not sorry blame @a-sea-of-fandoms

Warnings: fluffy fluff, smutty smut, a bit of angst if you squint

A/N: Anon Requested: “Can you write one about Sam x reader. Reader is shy quiet bookworm who is in love with Sam. She knows he would never feel the same way. So she fantasizes about him seducing her. Then it really happens. Thank you” Hope this is OK!

You couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. The bunker was quiet enough, the light warm enough, your legs comfortably resting over the arm of the armchair you were laid in, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was an uncharacteristically quiet day, and it was supposed to be the day you finished this book you’d been trying to finish for weeks. But every time the main character was mentioned, your mind wandered and you thought back to the tall, long haired, broad shouldered man you knew in real life. You weren’t even halfway through this thing, but you wouldn’t give up on it. You’d never given up halfway through a book and you didn’t plan on starting now.

Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus.

You felt your eyes growing heavy and before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep, your head resting on the other arm of the chair, the book still open and perched against your thighs. You felt yourself smile as you saw Sam move towards you, his hand coming up to hold your face before he crashed his lips to yours. You were suddenly against a wall, his hands on your waist holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he let his hands wander down, his lips moving to suck a mark under your ear.

A moan rumbled past your lips as you felt his fingers slip under the top of your jeans and you suddenly started awake.

You jumped up, sitting up in the chair, realising you’d fallen asleep and were having one of your not-so-infrequent fantasies about the younger Winchester. It had been a long couple of weeks and sleep had been severely lacking for all of you as you worked the case.

“Dude you were out,” you heard Dean’s voice and laughed. “And making some serious happy noises,” he winked, and you instantly cringed, your cheeks flushing pink.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.


The devil was once an angel - a beings whom’s sole purpose was peace and love. He held the grace of heaven in his hands and the love of God carefully sewn into his skin by a master seamstress. But one day he grew jealous, the sin in the form of an emotion plagued him. He aimed his heart towards this jealousy and lurched in it, losing himself. The thread in his countenance unwound and the needle grew dull. He had lost his grace. He fell from his family, being crowned the king of despair and agony, becoming the utter essence of hatred that grew in him, becoming the nature of his still beat heart. He had lost it to the desire to be worshiped, and granted himself henchmen. 

And so he was given a new name, a name that has only been uttered from a dead mans lips. What a cold pale purple they hold, the cracks running down the skin as they shiver out the name. “Min Yoongi”

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Elevator Love

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Summary: Theo and (Y/N) can’t stand each other; Theo sees (Y/N) as a preppy princess that can’t do no wrong and all (Y/N) sees in Theo is a bad boy destined for trouble. 

Word Count: 1.3k

Prompt:

A/N: Smut warning!

Originally posted by bonniebird

“Hey Melissa.” You greeted the brunette woman who was sitting behind the nurse’s station. You walked by her to the elevator, slowing down when you noticed Theo Raeken at the end of the corridor. You stood beside him, shoulders up straight and a glowering expression on your face.

“(Y/N).” He noted, standing next to you, his hands resting behind his back. You ignored him and waited for the elevator door to open. You hated him with a burning passion; his sly expression, his desirable voice, his deep eyes, his brown perfectly cut hair – everything about this ignorant person created a fire inside you that you tried to ignore. He wasn’t worth your time ever since he tried to kill your friend.

The elevator made a noise before the doors opening, you stood to the side as people left and walked into the now empty space which was once occupied by nurses and doctors. You pressed the button to the third floor whilst Theo pressed for the fifth – you wondered who he was going to visit.

Theo spared a glance at you, “Still holding a grunge against me?” He questioned, an amused look twinkling in his eyes. You forced yourself to turn your head to look at him; glaring at him, a look that could kill. “I still remember that night,” “Don’t.” You snapped, a furious tone lacing your words. “What?” You tensed when you felt his body right behind you, “You don’t think I’d forget you moaning my name, do you?” He whispered seductively into your ear, kissing just behind it. You spun around, your hand finding his throat and you pushed him up against the wall. “Don’t you dare.” You growled, your eyes glowing gold.

The lights flickered on the ceiling, and the elevator came to an abrupt stop. Your anger slowly faded and you stepped away from Theo, looking at the dial above the door. You were stuck between the second and third floor, the arrow flicking. “What’s going on?” You asked, a nervously bubbling forming inside your throat. This space was far too small for the pair of you.

Theo pressed the emergency button, “Hello?” A woman’s voice sounded on the other side of the speaker. “I’m stuck in the elevator just below the third floor. It suddenly stopped.” His voice was calm and collected, his eyes never left yours whilst he was talking to the lady. “Okay, sir. I’ll get help as soon as possible.” Theo thanked the lady before sitting down on his bottom, “Get comfortable,” He sighed, “Who knows how long we’ll be here for.”

You stared at him with disgust, sitting as far as possible away from him. You checked your phone, realizing you had no signal. “Do you mind?” You snapped, causing Theo to laugh but his gaze never leaving your figure. His eyes lightening up, he sat up straighter. “What happened to you?” He snapped back, “You used to be so carefree.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “You used me, Theo, what do you think happened to me?” He shook his head, not believing what you were saying. “I never used you, (Y/N). I did feel something between us.” You scoffed, before going back to ignoring him.

He sighed before grabbing your ankle and pulling you over to him. “What do you…” You didn’t get to finish your question, Theo’s lips covered yours and he placed his hand on the back of your neck so that you couldn’t pull away. You moaned into the kiss, biting his lip hard making him pull away to wipe the blood. “What the fuck?” He shouted, anger filling his eyes. “Don’t fucking kiss me.” You snarled, “You don’t get to do that again.” You continued, standing up and holding your ground. He followed your lead, standing a few inches taller than you.

“Look, when I fucked you that night; I meant everything I said,” You scoffed, listening to his vulgar speech, “Stop. Let me talk. I let my power control me, I wanted power but I wanted you more. I wasn’t thinking about you when I was trying to kill Scott or when I left Malia for dead – it was only after I fucked up that I realized I may have lost you.” You stared at him, scoffing and shaking your head. “You can’t just waltz back into our lives and expect everything to be back to normal.” You mused, and he nodding understandingly, “But I’m willing to make it up to you.” He warned, grasping your hips and pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you crashed into his chest, looking up to him. “Please let me show you that I’ve changed.” He whispered, his hand caressing your cheek.

He leaned down, planting his lips against yours again but this time with less force. You melted into his form, your lip licking his bottom lip beginning for it to get deeper. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he backed you up to the door of the still stuck elevator. His hands travelled down your figure, feeling every curve and memorizing them. His knees buckled slightly, as he kissed down your neck to your collarbone to the curve of your breasts; biting and sucking making you moan with the sensation.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” He whispered, he stood up straight but you turned him forcefully so that he was the one trapped between you and the door. “Shut up,” You snarled, unbuckling his belt to his jeans. He gasped when your hand travelled along his waist band and entered his jocks, feeling his member throbbing for you. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned, his head falling back; his eyes squinting shut. You moved your hand up and down his length, flicking the top making him jerk. You sucked along his neck, feeling the veins between your teeth.

He grabbed your waist as you started pumping faster, and he removed your hand from his jocks, pushing them down fully to his ankles; his cock bouncing to freedom. You gasped as he grabbed your waist and threw your body to the door; your chest squished between him and the door, his chest was pressed up against your back. You felt him ride your skirt up your back, his cock smacking against your arse. “Do you want this?” He whispered into your ear, you nodded eagerly begging him for release. He lined his cock perfectly to your entrance and slid in slowly. “Fuck, you’re soaking.” He muttered under his breath, you bit your lip to suppress a scream as he slid his full length into you, “Bend over more,” He demanded, and you followed his orders.

He placed his manly hands on your bare skin causing goosebumps to rise all over you as he trudged himself into you harder, pounding deeper every time you let out a moan. You clenched your core around him, feeling extremely excited. He was the last person to see you in this fragile state, the last person to make you feel this good. He pinched your butt cheeks hard, as he pumped in and out of you – getting faster as he was coming to his high. “Fuck, (Y/N), you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, bending over your figure, kissing your shoulder blade.

“I’m gonna…” You started but couldn’t finish as Theo pounded right into your soft spot causing you to scream and release yourself all over his cock. “Fuck,” He muttered, pumping harder before you felt his dick twitch inside you; indicating that he finished. He pulled out, and you stood up straight, stretching your back slightly.

You coughed nervously, breathing heavily. “Emmm…” You didn’t know what to say or look as Theo fixed his jeans and belt. “Come here,” He whispered, reaching up to flatten your hair down. “Thanks,” You muttered, moving to stand on the other side of the lift.

“(Y/N)…” He began but the lift’s light switched on, causing your eyes to go wide. The dial began to move again, and you felt relieved. The elevator stopped on the third floor, and you smiled at Theo, “Eh, I’ll see you around.” You rushed out of the elevator, leaving a love-struck yet very confused Theo leaning against the wall.

anonymous asked:

If you're in the mood to write some smut, I would love to read some dirty talking at a place where dirty talk shouldn't be happening and one gets very flustered and has to go "deal with this" and the other secretly follows them and walks in on them getting themself off and joins in yes please 😈

Maggie’s signed all the paperwork with Pam and she’s been given separate tours from Winn, Vasquez, J’onn, and, of course, from Alex.

She has, now, pretty much free reign to stroll through the DEO as she pleases.

Her own retinal scan and everything.

Usually, she uses it for Space Dad Approved Reasons.

Reasons like bursting in to help the DEO plan a defense against Cadmus, against Daxamites, against the U.S. military.

Reasons like bringing his Earth Daughter lunch because she knows Kara’s busy at CatCo and Alex will forget to eat otherwise.

Reasons like picking up Alex after a sixteen hour shift when she would otherwise forget that it’s well-past time to stop working and go home.

But sometimes?

Sometimes, Maggie uses her all-access pass to the DEO for reasons that make J’onn desperately wish his Earth daughters didn’t think so damn loudly.

Because Maggie steals behind Alex is Alex’s lab, and slips her hands around Alex’s hips.

“Mmmm, you look so damn fuckable like this, Danvers.”

Alex squeaks and jumps, her face immediately reddening, and Maggie studies her face carefully.

“That okay, Alex?”

Alex’s eyes shift around the lab, and her heady grin grows with each passing second of silence, of Maggie’s breath on her neck.

“Yeah,” she whispers, and feels more than sees Maggie grin.

“So what are you working on?” Maggie asks at a typical –  a socially acceptable, no-I’m-most-certainly-not-talking-my-girlfriend-nearly-to-orgasm – volume and tone as another couple of agents walk into the lab and nod at Agent Danvers and her girlfriend.

Alex gulps and tries not to splutter through her explanation.

Maggie mmhmms in all the right places, and nods at all the right times, but the words that slip past her lips next have nothing to do with the molecular structure of Daxamite DNA.

“I wanna go home and grab your glasses and eat you out right here. While you’re wearing nothing but those glasses.”

Alex rapidly transforms her gasp into a cough, her moan into a clearing of her throat.

“Okay?” Maggie confirms, and Alex’s eyes flutter closed over her microscope, and she doesn’t move her body – though god, how she wants to – and she nods.

Maggie leans up on her tip toes and whispers, soft, hot, and low, right into Alex’s ear.

“Are you getting wet for me, Agent Danvers?” 

Alex nods, again almost imperceptibly, and she bites her lip as she changes slides.

“Good. Because I want to slip inside you and stretch you out until you can’t do anything but scream my name.”

Alex bites down on her lip harder to prevent the scream that she needs to let out right. The fuck. Now.

“I’m going to uh… check the progress of those latest blood samples. The ones we need for the… the study,” she announces in a most-certainly-not-thinking-about-my-girlfriend-fucking-me-right-now voice.

She adds, lower, to Maggie, “I have to go deal with this. You… you just… I…” She splutters and she blushes and she stares at Maggie’s lips and she forces her eyes away because she needs to deal with this. Now.

Maggie grins, and Maggie follows.

She loses track of her girlfriend for a moment, as she turns down another long DEO corridor, but she finds her in the first supply closet she finds, head tilted back, eyes fluttered closed, one hand bracing her body against a table, the other in her unzipped black pants.

Maggie’s name is on her parted, panting lips, and it’s one of the hottest, most beautiful things Maggie’s ever seen.

“Alex?” she asks, and her voice is softer, sweeter, than it had been a few minutes ago.

Alex’s eyes snap open and her body freezes before it relaxes – before she relaxes.

“Lock the door,” she rasps, and Maggie obeys, suddenly shy, suddenly wide-eyed. Suddenly in awe of the power of this woman; the raw desire this perfect, gorgeous woman has for… her.

Alex slips her hand out of her pants and steps toward the door; toward her girlfriend.

Her girlfriend who was just deriving a great deal of pleasure from teasing her, from driving her absolutely out of her mind. In her own lab.

And Alex Danvers? Is nothing if not competitive.

And she decides two can play at that game.

Maggie’s back is against the door and Alex’s chest is flush against hers before Maggie can react.

“Color?” Alex husks, pupils dilating dangerously, lovingly, needily, her hands loose – ready to either release or hold harder – on Maggie’s wrists, pinned above her head.

Maggie’s eyes drift up to where Alex has her hands pushed down, and she barely stifles a moan. “Green, Alex,” she whispers, and Alex’s hands tighten, and she brings her lips down to meet Maggie’s – hard and fierce and knowing exactly, exactly, exactly, what she wants.

Maggie grinds her hips forward as they kiss, as Alex keeps her hands immobile above her head. Desperate for pressure from Alex’s thigh, desperate to touch her, desperate, desperate, desperate.

But Alex chuckles into their kiss and she pulls her lower body away from Maggie’s. Her whine almost makes Alex relent – almost – but instead, she bends to nip at Maggie’s neck, to flit her tongue across Maggie’s earlobe, whispering huskily into her ear.

“You were having such a good time teasing me, Sawyer. You shouldn’t deal out what you can’t take, hmmm?”

“Alex,” Maggie whispers, helpless, writhing, desperate for Alex’s pressure between her legs, desperate for… for Alex.

She glances up at Maggie’s wrists, and asks again.

“All good?”

Maggie nods, biting her lip.

“Please, Al,” she begs, and Alex arches an eyebrow.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me in the DEO,” she rasps, and Maggie gasps raggedly as she gets her girlfriend’s meaning.

“Please, Agent Danvers,” she whispers. 

“Please what, Maggie?”

“Please let me touch you,” Maggie whines, and Alex drags her eyes up and down Maggie’s body and smirks as she presses a quick kiss to Maggie’s forehead.

“Is that all you want?” she demands, and Maggie shakes her head. “So tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Alex waits. Maggie gulps. “I want you to fuck me, Agent Danvers.”

Alex grins and groans and takes one of her hands off of Maggie’s wrists, traipsing down her arms, her face, her throat, her chest, her torso, to the buckle of her belt. 

She sets her focus on that damn buckle, and the look of concentration, of raw desire, of pure focus and dedication, lights a very different kind of fire in Maggie’s core than the one already burning.

Before Alex can react, Maggie flips her so it’s Alex with her back against the door, Alex with her hands pinned above her head, Alex panting and whining and writhing for Maggie to press her body closer.

“That okay, Alex?” Maggie asks gently, and Alex nods once, twice, three times, over and over and over, because god, yes, it was alright. More than alright. 

God.

“I’m pretty sure you came in here to um… deal with certain things, Agent Danvers,” Maggie tells her casually, her voice low, her voice dripping, her voice raw.

“I did, yeah,” Alex rasps, her voice gravel, her voice needy, her voice absolutely wrecked.

“And what were those things?”

“You.”

“Me?”

Alex whines and writhes against the wall. “You fucking me.”

“Is that all?” Maggie’s eyes rake down Alex’s body as her hands hold Alex’s wrists steady.

“You going down on me.”

Maggie’s eyes roll to the back of her head for a moment, and she almost gives up the game then and there. But she started this, and dammit, she sees things through.

“Oh yeah?”

Alex nods and Alex squeaks, and it’s one of the most perfect sounds Maggie’s ever heard.

“And how were you going to deal with all that, Agent Danvers?”

Alex writhes and bites her lip and blushes, hard.

“You good, Ally?” Maggie asks, her voice softer, gentler, lighter, as she kisses Alex’s nose.

Alex smiles and nods.

“Please don’t stop.”

Maggie kisses her lips, gently at first, more needy as Alex parts her lips for her tongue eagerly.

“So? I asked you a question. You wanna be a good girl and answer for me?”

“I was… I was gonna touch myself.”

Maggie barely swallows a moan.

“Would you… would you want me to do that for you?”

Alex almost screams. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, please. Detective Sawyer. Please.”

“Please what?”

Alex whines in frustration, in excitement, in love.

“Please touch me, Mags. Please.”

“Anything for you, Alex.”

And when she takes one hand off of Alex’s wrists to slip under Alex’s pants, under Alex’s underwear, she moans at how soaked Alex is for her. She shifts so her thigh supports her hand between Alex’s legs, and she pauses, eyes locked on Alex’s face.

“Please,” Alex confirms, and Maggie slips inside her. Alex screams, and Maggie kisses her, one hand holding her hands above her head and the other hand fucking her, swallowing Alex’s screams with her own tongue.

And when Alex cums all over Maggie’s fingers, all over her palm, it’s with Maggie’s name on her lips and Maggie’s breath in her mouth.

“That… that was…” Alex pants as she comes down from her high, as Maggie slips out of her and holds braces her wet hand against the door, leaning into Alex, holding her, stroking her cheek, her hair, with her clean hand.

Their foreheads touch, and they breathe.

Just breathe.

“Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

A quick rap at the door makes them both jump, makes them both adjust their clothes and their hair, makes Maggie casually hold one hand behind her back as Alex tugs the door open.

Vasquez is standing at attention, a shit-eating grin on her face, even as she refuses to quite meet either of their eyes.

“Ma’ams. Director Henshaw requests that if you must – and I quote – ‘behave like hormonal human teenagers at the workplace’, that you at least choose a room that has psychic dampeners so he doesn’t have to – and I quote again – ‘regret everything about his telepathic heritage.’ Ma’ams.”

Vasquez pivots and walks quickly away before she can snort with laughter at just how red badass Agent Alex Danvers’s face can get.

And all for the love of a girl.

Illya, the Key

Bit more art :> Wanted to make a rogue character, so I revived an old design.

Illya was a highly skilled rogue. In one of her missions, she stole the Fist of Topor, the Avatar of Greed. The Key allows her to open any chest or door, but slowly drains her vitality while being used. To counter the Fist’s Curse, Illya found a way to turn herself into a vampire, so now all she has to do is drink blood to stay alive and to feed the vitality needs of her artifact.

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{PART 12} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After the best and worst day of your life to date, you find yourself back at Jungkook’s Manor. You hope your first night there will be a quiet and uneventful one; but Jungkook has other ideas in mind.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1}// {Part 11} {Part 12} {Part 13}

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do write andreil where Neil leaves Andrew to protect him? Like angst with a happy ending cause Andrew won't let Neil be stupid ! Thank you so much I love your writing!!

thank you thank you, my majestic anon! i know a lot of people have written prompts along these lines before, so i tried to take it in a direction i don’t think i’ve seen. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


Neil hears Andrew in the kitchen of their Detroit apartment, apparently trying to navigate the cabinet of pots and pans. A loud crash comes just seconds before a hissed, “Shit.” Neil smiles and laughs quietly to himself, returning his attention to the Exy notes he’s working on.

“Shut up,” is thrown harshly from Andrew’s general direction.

Okay. Well, he thought he had laughed quietly.

Neil ignores him and watches King as he jumps up onto the couch beside him. He reaches out to scratch along his spine as Andrew comes around the corner to glare at them both, giant wooden spoon in hand. Neil wonders how much damage Andrew could do with that particular kitchen tool. He has been known to be quite creative.

“Are you going to help, or are you going to continue being useless?”

Neil smirks at him. “Oh, do you need my help? I just assumed you had everything under control.”

Somehow, the glare intensifies. Having thought this feat to be impossible, Neil is pretty impressed.

Andrew turns on his heel to head back into the kitchen. “Get in here,” floats back over his shoulder, like he knows Neil will immediately follow. He’s right.

Neil releases a dramatic sigh as he tosses his notes onto the coffee table, navigating his way around cats and furniture to trail after Andrew. Once he enters the room, he sees that Andrew has hopped up onto the counter and is studiously ignoring him, turning the spoon over and over in his hands.

Neil stares at him until he finally looks up. Andrew simply points to the pile of vegetables on the counter beside him, then over to the cutting board on the drying rack.

“Really? I thought I was offering assistance, not to take over.”

“Like I’d let you take over anything,” Andrew replies, something dangerously close to amusement in his voice.

Neil rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he relents. “What’s your job then?”

Andrew gestures toward the stove with his wooden spoon. It’s a pot of jasmine rice that’s just been set to simmer. That’s it.

“That won’t need any attention for like twenty minutes!” Neil complains, but Andrew just shrugs and looks pointedly over at the cutting board again.

Neil casts his eyes to the ceiling and lets out his second dramatic sigh of the evening, resolving himself to chopping for the foreseeable future. As he turns away to pick out a knife, Andrew grabs his arm and pulls him back to the space between his legs, still dangling over the edge of the counter. Neil smiles and begins to lean closer. Just as Andrew’s mouth opens to ask his yes or no, they are interrupted by three quick knocks on their front door. Andrew raises a questioning eyebrow, and Neil answers with a shrug.

Neil reluctantly pulls away and starts toward the door, counting it as a victory that he kept his third dramatic sigh underwraps. He opens the door, and upon finding no one, sticks his head out into the hallway. His eyes catch on a large manila envelope leaning against wall. He stares. Picks it up. Turns around, and closes the door.

He stops just inside the living room, still staring at the object in his hands. Perfectly innocuous, not suspicious in the least. It shouldn’t fill him with fear and anticipation the way it does.

A second later, the envelope is gone. Neil looks up to see Andrew taking it into the kitchen, opening it along the way. He follows.

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Birthday Wish || Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Words: 2,555

 A/N: ayo! I’m such a hoe. Fun fact about me, jungkook is like a dirty little secret to me. I will tell everyone that he’s not my type but dear god, whatta man. 😍 fun fact #2, I’m still a big hoe. If you want something, go ahead and request it! 

P.s.- thank you guys so much for loving my Jimin smut xD also, thank you to @flakandforay for putting it on the weekly recommendation post! ^-^ *blushes profusely*  

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 "Happy birthday day dear Y/N,“ Hoseok’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to the cake, "Happy birthday to you! Wooo!” The cake was pink, with white frosted lettering- hopefully chocolate inside. You peaked a glance at Jin and gave him a mental ‘thank you’ because you knew he was the one who made the cake. He winked back at you. 

 "Y/N! Make a wish! You have to make a wish!“ Taehyung yelled from across the table. His boxy smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile back at the boy. Closing your eyes you thought about all the things you could wish for. Money, love, success, etc. Hmm. The possibilities are endless, really. You opened your eyes back up and had made eye contact with the boy seated across from you. 

 Jeon Jungkook. 

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Imagine exchanging love letters with Jensen on your wedding day.


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the EIGHTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, If you’re not living the life that you want, you fight for that life. It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67 Bev, I hope you like it. You requested flangst, but I’ll be honest, there isn’t a damn bit of angst in it. This was where the line took me. I hope you aren’t too disappointed! This is a fic that belongs in my Best Friends Universe. It can be read in isolation or you can put it in that world. 

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     This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.

     You were back here again. At the place where you watched him die so many times, at the place where you lost him for good.

     Your legs had a mind of their own as you ran for the door of your motel room, throwing it open with enough force to shake the boat painting on the wall and flying down the sidewalk to the room that had been theirs. That had been Sam and Dean’s.

     Dean. The name clanged through you with a surge of nausea. The loss, the pain. It all came flooding back, his face in those final moments flashing before your eyes and the sound of his last breath echoing in your ears.

     You clamped down on the sob threatening to escape your throat and flung open the Winchester’s door, heart pounding and chest heaving, and then …

    There they were. Sam and Dean, locked in a possibly too-tight embrace, confusion contorting Dean’s features.

     “Dude, how many Tuesday’s did you have?” he asked.

     Sam only hugged him tighter. “Enough.”

     The air seemed to leave your lungs. The whole world spun and narrowed, honing in on one spot, one man.

     “Dean,” you breathed.

     His eyes flicked up to yours and your whole body stilled. The piercing green of his irises was like a welcome shock, jolting you out of the numb, loss-induced state you’d been living in for the past six months.

     You walked forward in a dazed stupor, watching as Dean carefully pulled away from his brother and waited. Waited for someone to move, waited for someone to speak. Then you flung yourself forward and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face against his chest and breathing in the familiarity of him, savoring the warmth and the comfort.

     “I missed you,” you gasped, breath hitching on the words. You looked up as Dean ran his fingers through your hair. A shuttering breath escaped your throat and you held his gaze. “I love you.”

     Dean’s eyes went wide and his hand stilled. You’d never said that, not once. The feelings had hung between you for years, always just under the surface, with neither of you willing to admit how you truly felt. But not anymore.

     Half a year. You’d spent half a year without him, half a year thinking you would never see his face again or hear his voice. And you were done waiting, done holding back for fear of loss or rejection. Whatever happened it couldn’t be worse than the not knowing. So you bared it all, laid your feelings out and exposed, panic flaring when he said nothing, dread settling in your gut.

     Until he kissed you.

     Urgent yet gentle, lips soft on your own and calloused hands rough on your skin, he kissed you. Pulled you in and stole every thought from your head. Breathed his next words against your lips.

     “I love you, too.”


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(Request) Keep Watch

Title: Keep Watch

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: anon

Um so I have a one shot request.. if you do them? It’s quite embarrassing but new wife reader secretly watches Negan fuck one of the others & Negan unknowing to the OC sees her & goes harder with the other wife just to impress the new wife watching and next day teases her about it and they end up fucking somewhere in the middle of the day.  if you like the idea anyway

Warnings: NSFW

Note: Extremely enjoyed writing this! Thank you, anon for this awesome and hot request! I literally had to take a short break to gain my composure back because writing this made me feel hot lmao. Hope you’d enjoy this! <3

You weren’t one to ask for sex but ever since you agreed to become Negan’s wife, your principles have slowly changed. Besides, it’s the end of the world and sex doesn’t come easy now that everyone’s been so focused on keeping themselves alive. And also, your husband was Negan and if that wasn’t enough reason for you to initiate some sexy time, then you’re probably out of your mind.

Negan wasn’t particularly the man of your dreams, hell, he’s the opposite of your dream prince charming. He was ruggedly handsome, had a foul mouth and a crude sense of humor. Not to mention, he’s killed a lot of people and felt no remorse for them. He was fucked up. Despite all these traits, you still felt a strong sense of attraction when you first arrived at the Sanctuary a couple of weeks ago. The fact that you found yourself liking Negan after knowing what’s he’d done, made you just as fucked up as him. But you couldn’t care less because this was the new world and in the new world, people don’t give a shit about anyone anymore. Negan might not be your ideal man but hell, he swept you off of your feet the first time you had talked to him.

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Beyond the Boundary

“Do you remember how you died?” he asks, gaze not locking with yours.

You take a moment to think, unable to recall a fraction of it. “I don’t, but don’t you think it’s better that way, for it to all remain a mystery?”

Synopsis: When you leave the world of the living you are given the chance to re-experience your happiest memory, but what happens when you accidentally enter someone else’s?

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader // time travel au & afterlife au

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: just a short scenario that was resting in the back of my mind ^^ written to prep me for writing another future monster fic haha


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