ears wide open

We traded our hearts in between the ridges of the pages of a book. Our hands were on fire where they were connected to each other as we exchanged our burning hearts. And when we placed them in each others chest, the fire spread down to our toes in a hazy rush. Afterwards, we could hear our hearts beating through the flesh to the same rhythm as their counterparts. And so, with our eyes closed and ears wide open, we took turns getting lost in the steady thrum of our hearts.

A few kisses and I swallowed your soul and let it flow through my veins. For a moment we were one and the same, but then I let it out from the tips of my fingers. And it drifted through the air - beautiful and broken - touching skin and bones; igniting them from within. And the imprints of your touch shone like little suns, escaping from the surface and lighting everything all around, and suddenly, the world was a beacon of light, and it was wonderful and at that moment, I didn’t mind being alive.

You watched, as one after the other, the stars died; their actual light fading from them as an artificial one took their place. You don’t tell them (me) that their lights were sacrificed to grant the wishes of the greedy and desperate. You didn’t say that that’s how you kill a star. You didn’t speak of the sadness you felt as your brothers and sisters disappeared one after the other - it makes my heart ache for the loneliness embedded in your soul - until only you remained; a single flame within this cold, dark world. You smiled - countless tales of melancholy warping the edges of your lips - and told me that you’ll grant me any wish I desire and I grinned - mouth full of pleasure and teeth sharpened with bliss - because I had a secret you didn’t know. I tilt my head up and kiss you and make my wish.

You are a fire that I harbor within my bones. Your presence is strongest in the stark white of my rib cage which envelopes your heart in my chest. Sometimes, I still feel your soul in my bloodstream - little specks like dust motes flying to your own rhythm. When I cut myself - paper cuts frequent my fingers - the blood that flows out glitters like sunspots and I know that it is you that I see. They call me crazy when I tell them that there are stars in the sky; they don’t believe in what they can’t see, you see. Sometimes, it makes me cry because I see you - I’ve always seen you, I will always see you - and they can’t. It makes me almost believe that they are right. Almost. But I miss you. And I’ve felt you - loved you - too clearly - too dearly - to think you an illusion. I feel your heart beat in my chest everyday and I reaffirm your existence with every thump that drums out. I am alive. You are alive.

I find Neverland in your eyes. We are surrounded by all that is gone, dead. There is no light here except yours; I do not need any light that is not yours. We remain unchanged and undisturbed while encompassed in the nothing for centuries and I don’t find that disconcerting at all. Sometimes, I think I even prefer this to before - before we got here, before when you existed within me and not beside me. Your brothers and sisters are here with us but their lights are still out. But we can feel their presence as easily as they can feel ours. Here, you are happy without abandon. Your light twinkles and titters like a mellowed out version of fireworks. You remind me of a child. I love you like this. I think I will love you whichever, however, whenever. I want to stay here forever even though I know that cannot be. But I do not fret, because I know that when I wake again, I will wake alone, without any knowledge of your existence, but knowing that I will always find Neverland in your eyes. And somehow, that’s enough.

—  when you swallow a star // oscarsins
Everything For Everyone

Characters: Sister!Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas, Charlie
Words:  955
Requested by Anonymous:  I know you are not taking requests right now, but I thought you might like this idea for when you do. I was thinking a sister Winchester image. Both Boys are sick at the bunker and the reader has to take care of them by herself as well as do research for a hunt she found, while helping Charlie and cas out with separate problems. Before you know it, it all becomes too much for the reader, and she is so overwhelmed that she goes off on everyone. Then they all make up

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know. :)

          You had four books open on the table in front of you and your ears wide open for any sound coming from your brothers. You hated that they were both sick. Of course, it had to happen at the same time. So, you were nursing to sick grown men.

           The books weren’t helping at all. You weren’t even sure if you were retaining any of the information. You needed to figure out what you would be up against if you took on the hunt you thought you had found. Could you leave your brothers alone while you went on a hunt? Would they let you go on a hunt alone?

           As if he knew you were thinking about him, Dean called your phone. You had forbid them from yelling because they starting coughing if they did. So, you made them call you if they needed anything.

           “Hi, Dean,” you answered.

           “Can I have some soup?” he asked.

           “Sure. Tomato?”

           “Yes, please,” he said.

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What a Beautiful Day

Member: J-Hope // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: She bore his child and so he swore on his life to protect her. His promise was fulfilled.

A/N: My heart is wounded because of you, @kawaii-hedgehog. Originally, it wasn’t supposed to end like that, but then I got a great idea and killed people :)

Warning: Character Deaths.

Words: 3.6k

/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

Life was a beautiful thing, thriving with colour and emotion that was so deep no human heart could comprehend it. That was how HoSeok felt on a daily basis, only seeing the good of people and places, events and days. Jung HoSeok was a blessed man with an angel-like personality.

Beautiful smile. Beautiful crinkling eyes when he smiled. Beautiful girlfriend. Beautiful house. Good friends. And most of all, a beautiful life, filled with nothing more but love and adoration towards his sweet like honey girlfriend.

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To quote the best line form the opening of OL describes me to a tee today. I am not going to rehash anything here, because there have been some truly magnificent posts written that sum up my feelings quite nicely today. Hats off to @diggsydog, @cb4tb, @moghraidhcaitriona, and others for expressing my same sentiments so well. And to @soka13….you absolutely nailed it for me.

So where do I go from here….well here goes:

I do not hate Sam or Cait. I don’t know these people. I believed in them because of what they have shown me over the past few years, and became a fan because of it. They are terrific actors who bring two of my favorite characters to life. They owe me that as a fan of their show. Everyone knows that I have always been a bigger fan of Cait than Sam, but only because I am impressed with women who pursue their dreams and run with it when told they can’t. And in their industry, that it a testament to her will and work ethic to succeed. Her current accolades show that, and I hope they continue.

My respect for them as people is now my issue. They have both played the game knowing full well what fans would interpret, and only they know why. I chose to believe them, and that is on me. When Sam hitched his wagon to the wanker last year, he began a downward spiral to where I perceive him now. Against my better judgement, I refollowed him after Cait’s B-day fest, only because I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Based on the most recent actions, I will do that no longer. If he is really with Swiss Miss, then more power to him. I no longer care who he is with, including Cait.

What I find most interesting about the whole fucked up mess is quite simple. This chick’s name got dropped in Jess box, to be followed by “FB” plants all around the US….NY, Montreal, NC, and now GA. Yet not one pic with the new GF, only innuendo laden pics and hate directed toward Sam’s new love, yet nothing from the man himself?? What kind of boyfriend is that? Yet he and Cait all but get it on for the world to see, and yet that isn’t real either? Either way, they have fucked with their fans long enough, and have no credibility in my book. If that is their personal life, no wonder they want to share it. How pathetic.

So, I plan to ship from the shore. I want to stay here with all of you, only because I want answers to questions now. I will no longer ship Sam or Cait with rose colored glasses, or my heart, but will now do it with my eyes and ears wide open. And, no more pussy footing around. I will call out the fuckery in a respectful way. And to those who are still on the S/C ship or train, I will support you in every way.

While I am just one in thousands, they will have to earn me back as a fan of them as people. When they decide to be honest with us, I just might open up to let them. Until then, I will question the daylights out of how two incredibly talented, gifted and philanthropic people have allowed themselves to be relegated to a D-List version of The Bachelor! If they show themselves to be happy and content with SO’s…whomever they may be, then more power to them. And if we continue to see them as a loved up couple when together, then the gloves are off. I will laugh, scratch my head and snark accordingly, but I will be here.

So, I am off to enjoy some sunshine today. It is 75 here in South Carolina, and maybe I will go take a picture of myself in front of a map, or crash a wedding!

Love to you my sweet, thoughtful, amazing and beautiful shipsters! I will save you a drink under the umbrella!🍹🌴😎😙❤

I’m in love with New York. It matches my mood. I’m not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever heightened life. I love the proportions, the amplitude, the brilliance, the polish, the solidity. I look up at Radio City insolently and love it. It’s all great, and Babylonian. Broadway at night. Cellophane. The newness. The vitality. True, it is only physical. But it’s inspiring. Just bring your own contents, and you create a sparkle of the highest power. I’m not moved, not speechless. I stand straight, tough and I meet the impact. I feel the glow and the dancing in everything. The radio music in the taxis, scientific magic, which can all be used lyrically. That’s my last word. Give New York to a poet. He can use it. It can be poetized. Or maybe that’s mania of mine, to poetize. I live lightly, smoothly, actively, ears or eyes wide open, alert, oiled! I feel the glow and the dancing in every thing and the tempo is like that of my blood. I’m at once beyond, over and in New York, tasting it fully.
—  Anaïs Nin
“I’m gonna bust”

anonymous asked: Could you please do a vernon smut where you give him a blow job ? But can you write it from his perspective and theyre dating. Thanks

Summary: Vernon invites you over to hang out and watch movies, which ends up with you both in a very explicit scene with a quick ending. 

Warnings: terrible smut ahead! 

I hope this is okay for you guys! I know it’s not the best! 

As soon as he opened the door, Vernon knew tonight would be a long one. 

Your cute short hair was down and hanging just above your shoulders, your thick thighs and lovely ass shoved into a pair of tiny yoga shorts. Don’t even get him started on the way your- well his, oversized baggy t-shirt almost engulfed you whole. 

Vernon prayed to whatever God that was out there that you wouldn’t want to roll up into your usual ball and cuddle with him tonight. However, the God’s weren’t listening to his silent prayers today.

You immediately threw your arms around your boyfriends frame, almost clinging to him like a koala, and that’s when he knew that the long night had just begun.

You were unusually cuddly this movie night, you guys weren’t even watching anything scary, in fact, Vernon intentionally rented a children’s movie just so there would be no sex scenes. 

His hormones were running wild lately, especially during the hot weather and seeing you in short shorts and cute frilly tank tops, and god damn those skirts- “No,” Vernon whispered to himself, knowing his wild imagination run wild. 

“What was that?,” You asked curiously, innocent eyes staring up at him as you had turned your head from Zootopia to look at your whispering boyfriend. 

“Um, nothing, I was just saying that this movie is really cute,” Vernon improvised, sweating on the inside. 

You shrugged, turning back to look at the movie, but not before planting an innocent kiss on the side of his cheek. Which obnoxiously, wasn’t that innocent of a gesture to Vernon’s raging testosterone. 

He could already feel a slight tightness in his jeans just by staring at you when you walked in the door, and it was already increasing by the second. 

He silently looked up at the ceiling, his face scrunching in almost a painful like expression. 

He didn’t notice the way you had completely turned away from the children’s movie to look up at him and smirk. He didn’t notice that you’ve purposely been dressing more for him lately. He didn’t notice when you noticed his growing bulge in his pants. 

Vernon didn’t notice any of those things, he was too busy trying not to notice you, and the way you were curled into him, your thighs caressing his. 

“Vernon?” You said, causing him to jump, almost out of his skin. “Do you want me to help you?” Your voice was low and sensual. 

Vernon couldn’t help but send one more prayer to any God that was listening that you meant what he thought he meant, and this time, it seemed they had their ears wide open. 

“W-with what?” Vernon trembles, his bulge growing by the second as you look up at him with that innocent look. 

“You know what I mean,” You say, motioning with your hand to Vernon’s growing cock. 

He gulps, taking a deep breath before nodding. This was the moment his teenage hormones have been waiting for. He never wanted to pressure you, so he never asked, little did he know that you were just waiting for him to.

“Please,” Vernon pleads, feeling quite pathetic, yet ecstatic with every passing moment you stared at him.

You tied your hair up, getting in front of him on your knees. “You’re gonna have to help me, I’ve never done this before.” You admitted.

Vernon groaned, finding it almost too hot that the first dick in your mouth was going to be his. “I’ll guide you through it, if you need to stop, let me know” He calmed you, wanting to make sure you were 100% okay with what was about to go down. Literally. But, truth is, this has only happened one other time with his previous girlfriend, and it wasn’t terrible, but he knew the one from you would be much better. 

Vernon watched silently as you pulled down his zipper, your hands shaking slightly as you smiled up at him. His heart warmed, but so did his ballsack. 

“Remember, you don’t h-, Oh fuck!,” What started out as a comforting lecture turned into a loud exclaim from the boy.

You had taken his swollen cock in your hand, and squeezed, hard, and boy, did Vernon not expect that, especially mid-sentence. 

“Baby, you gotta slow down,” Vernon panted, almost ready to blow his load all over your pretty face. “Don’t squeeze so hard,” He choked out a smile. 

Vernon sat back and let you absorb his words, not wanting to pressure you, but also not wanting to cum so fast. After watching you sit and look perplexed for a good 10 seconds, he finally gave some advice, “Lick your hand, baby,” He said, his voice a lot calmer than before, but still choked, “It will help with lubrication,” He explained. 

Vernon sat with bated breath as you licked your hand, his mind going completely into the teenage boy gutter after seeing your fingers coated in saliva. He almost choked on his own spit when you slowly grabbed his cock in your tiny hand, the wetness allowing you to slide it through. 

“That’s i-it, baby girl, just like that,” Vernon encouraged, sitting back with his eyes closed, “U-um, if you want to, y-you can put it in your mouth?,” He suggested, almost as a question. His lips quirked up at the sides when he heard your small chuckle. The smile quickly faded as you licked the side of his head, causing his hand to jolt to the back of your head. “I-I’m so sorry!” He sputtered, his eyes shooting open as he saw that he had accidentally jerked your head to where your mouth was now engulfing his swollen head. 

He let out a small sigh of relief (and pleasure) when you shook your head, waving your hand as a signal that it was okay. “Just, t-tell me if you need to s-stop.” He grunted. 

You shut him up by licking his head again, this time fully, and Vernon was sure this wouldn’t last long. 

He couldn’t hold in his moans as you slowly took more of him in, silently choking on the girth of his cock. Vernon thought it was hot, but couldn’t help but let out a teeny smile at the way your cheeks were puffed out around him.

His hand lay still on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair to comfort you. But, his stroking stopped as his cock reached the hilt of your throat, causing Vernon to thrust harshly on instinct. You gagged around him and he moaned loudly, trying so hard to not put your hair into a makeshift ponytail and fuck your mouth. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,’ Vernon cried out, his head thrown back, and just like 20 minutes before, staring at the ceiling and trying to hold himself back. 

And just as before, you look up at him with the same wide eyed innocent look, and before he can stop himself, he lets out a loud moan, almost animal like, and the only words he can think of to warn you are, “I’m gonna bust!” 


W-wearing clothes is just basic common decency!! Jeez.. You’re giving me secondhand embarrassment. I can barely look at you.

> If you listen closely, you can hear Cynesige shouting from some distance away “Be polite, Oliver!!” and some soft snickering from Aveza.

…The stupid bands? It’s for safety, I guess. Don’t want some sicko running around with their ears wide open, y’know? Usually doesn’t end well. ‘Sides, it’s not like they never come off. 


Thirst | Pt.1

Jimin Vampire AU 

E/N : This was co-written with @exollifeisbetter. Basically, It was her idea and her original draft, I’m just doing the editing and taking care of posting and taking credit, wonderful I know. 

Genre : Angst. and future stuff not to spoil

Originally posted by ounew

“Y/N, you’re the host go get us some snacks from the gas station, hurry up,” Viv said, more like begged, with puppy eyes and the nicest smile you’ve ever saw her pull.

“But why me? One of you can go, I’m too lazy to go,” I whined. All three of them looked at me and I instantly gave in. “Fine! I’ll go, but if I don’t come back in twenty minutes, call the cops,” I added, dramatically sighing, they laughed as I put on my shoes and sweater then dreadfully walked out of my apartment. It was freezing cold outside and equally as dark. The only light coming from the moonlight shinning from above and the occasional street light. The gas station I was going to was about two or three minutes away with the shortcut I always took through a playground next to the apartment. Even that felt too far.

Going into the gas station, I grabbed a bunch of candy, chips, and drinks. Anything the girls would like but mostly my own personal favorites. I guess I really wasn’t prepared for the girls to raid my house of any food I had, leaving me with an empty fridge. As I was getting our snacks, a guy walked in. He was wearing a black hoodie and black leather pants. The pants even tighter than my own I thought as I looked him up and down. Since it was so late at night, we were the only people in the store, besides the clerk of course. I walked to the register trying not to get any unwanted attention. “You shouldn’t walk alone at night. A pretty girl like you could get snatched,” the clerk said, his eyes peered at me, looking up and down. “I’m sure I will be just fine as long as you stay away. Just give me my things, so I can go.” I said rolling my eyes, and he eventually did as you told him. I picked up my bags, avoiding the hand that reached out to touch my own, and walked out.

The breeze hit me as soon as I stepped outside and I pulled my sweater closer to my body, sinking into the warmth, sighing. It was extra quiet, no cars, and not a single wandering soul outside. I hated these nights especially. It just emphasizes every single detail making it much more frightening than it actually was. The sound of the leaves blowing through the breeze, the slight whistle of the wind, the sound of someone’s feet crushing leaves that just appeared out of nowhere. Wait?! What?! I looked behind me to find someone following me, or at least that’s what my panicked brain made me think. My heart started to beat faster in my chest and palms becoming clammy. I glanced over my shoulder again picking up my pace a little when I realized he was indeed following me, eyes following my every move. I abruptly stopped and turned around, “What do you want? Are you trying to scare me? It’s not working so Fuck off!” He stopped and I turned around to walk away.

Everything went by so fast.

He ran after me, not appreciating the retaliation, and slammed my body into a tree roughly. “Listen sweetheart. My girlfriend is being a bitch and I need something to ease my frustration. Now, will you open those pretty legs and let me enjoy myself,” he slurred out, his knee pushing to part my own.

I struggled against him, kicking, punching and trying to get him off of me. However, as I was about to scream out, he slapped his hand over my mouth muffling every sound. I just kept struggling away from him: trying to keep my body moving so he wouldn’t have a tight grip on me. But the tree started to painfully scratch at my back and I was forced to stop. I bit his hand as strongly as I could and he finally pulled away from me. I took it as my only chance to flea and started running towards the apartment.

You have to make it, please let me make it home I thought. All of a sudden, something grabbed me and threw me on the ground. He immediately crawled on top of me, not repeating the earlier mistake of letting me have the slightest movement, and grabbed my wrists holding them together. Just as fast, he was ripped off of me and shoved into a wall.

“Weren’t you taught to never put your hands on a woman when she doesn’t want to?” The other guy, whose face you couldn’t see, asked. After recomposing myself, I noticed he was wearing the same outfit as the man back in the gas station.

“I’ve been thirsty all day,” he said and dug his teeth into the guy’s neck. Did he just- My heart jumped again, almost painfully, and I quickly put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t be next in line. Standing up on wobbly legs, I dashed out of his sight peeking from behind the building. After he was done “quenching his thirst” he turned to face the direction I went to. I slowly moved from behind the wall to run again when he suddenly appeared right in front of me. My breath hitched and I started to breath more deeply to calm myself.

“Uh, um, thank you for saving me,” I whispered, stuttering the words more than saying them, sure he could tell my nervousness. His face was so close to mine. Too close for comfort. His eyes were solid black and peering at me so deeply. He got even closer to me.

“You’d better get out of here. I may get thirsty again and I won’t be able to resist the pull of your scent,” he whispered in my ear. My eyes opened wide in confusion, but I didn’t stick around long enough to find out, running again. I never ran so fast in my life.

I finally got to my apartment going inside and slamming the door closed. “Y/N’s back!” Becca said as they ran to me with hungry and anticipating eyes.

“Where are the snacks?” they all asked me at the same time.

“Complicated,” I whispered. “I’m going to bed,” I said quickly going to my room and closing the door. I laid on my bed, awake, and wide eyed. So many things were going on in my head and none were clear enough to process correctly. Others you just pushed to the back of your mind.

What the hell just happened? Was he a……? Of course not, Vampires don’t exist. Maybe he’s just a cannibal. Okay, no, that’s even worse than a vampire. He did save my life though, then he threatened it after. I kept my thoughts busy with him, so they wouldn’t stray away into something I wasn’t ready to face just yet, and just like that I fell into deep sleep. Exhaustion winning over.

A tapping noise on the glass woke me back up. I quickly shot up from my bed, frightened, and looked through the blinds covering my window. I could distinguish the silhouette as belonged to the man that just saved my life. Having only seen him in the dark it wasn’t hard not to. Open he mouthed. I did as he said, going back to my spot immediately and waiting for his next move. However; he just stood there outside the large window, “I’m not allowed to come in unless you invite me,” he said peering into me, a smirk evident on his lips.

“Before I do that, what’s your name?” I asked.

“Park Jimin,” he replied. His eyes didn’t drift away from my own, a chill run down my back as it felt like he was staring right into the pit of my soul.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to end up dead by inviting him, willingly, or risk getting killed later, unwillingly.

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I’m in love with New York. It matches my mood. I’m not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever heightened life. I love the proportions, the amplitude, the brilliance, the polish, the solidity. I look up at Radio City insolently and love it. It’s all great, and Babylonian. Broadway at night. Cellophane. The newness. The vitality. True, it is only physical. But it’s inspiring. Just bring your own contents, and you create a sparkle of the highest power. I’m not moved, not speechless. I stand straight, tough and I meet the impact. I feel the glow and the dancing in everything. The radio music in the taxis, scientific magic, which can all be used lyrically. That’s my last word. Give New York to a poet. He can use it. It can be poetized. Or maybe that’s mania of mine, to poetize. I live lightly, smoothly, actively, ears or eyes wide open, alert, oiled! I feel the glow and the dancing in every thing and the tempo is like that of my blood. I’m at once beyond, over and in New York, tasting it fully.”
Anaïs Nin

Listen to me clearly with your ears wide open…There is no one like you…You are not compared to anyone and neither do you have to compete with anyone…You dont need to have petty feelings of jealousy…You are beyond all the normal beings..You exceed all of them in everything because you are mine…Your goodness and kidness could make an angel cry…Even your darkest moments cannot be compared with my good deeds…You deserve to be loved in ways the mind cant comprehend…You are meant to be loved..I may not show it through my words or my actions..But know that I will love you till my last breath…You are and will always remain my fallen angel…
—  #HiddenOne #Mine #Letter to my beloved
Hey, daddy

Request: “I love gang aus and I love im changkyun so can I Request a gang au fic of changkyun with the prompt? “mummy, is he daddy” I saw this prompt from somewhere else so I decided to just request for this.” -anon

Ship: Changkyun x [y/n]

Genre: AU x fluff

Word Count: 1,441

Hey guys! I hope you guys like this! ;u; I know it’s kinda meh or probably too short ;-; I apologize for any misspelled words and wrong grammar.


Originally posted by seunqyoun

“Hey, Shownu. Have you heard anything about [y/n]?”

Changkyun’s ears perked up when he heard your name. It’s been four years since he last saw you. You just vanished without any word and it still haunts Changkyun. Just remembering the day when he heard that you left for America made him sad and even betrayed.

What did he do wrong to deserve it? Well, he’s a gangster and that’s one. But why would you not tell him about it? Why didn’t you just end your relationship like everyone else? 

Heaving a sigh from his own thoughts, he pushed himself off the bed and headed towards the kitchen, his ears were wide open for new information.

“I haven’t but a little birdie actually saw her in the streets of Seoul.” That was the only thing that made Changkyun’s blood boil. He turned around and trudged towards Minhyuk and Shownu with an unreadable expression. 

“She’s here?” 

The two older lads looked up and smirked at the youngest. “Yeah and that little birdie also told me that she had a kid with her.” Shownu nonchalantly gave the information away. 

“Who’s that little birdie?” Changkyun was curious. He was determined to find you and squeeze some answers out from you. He still loves you despite you leaving him behind with a lot of questions going through his mind. 

“The little birdie is in that room right now, sleeping his butt off.” Shownu pointed a finger at Hyungwon’s room and chuckled when he saw Changkyun scramble. All of them knew how devastated Changkyun was and they were willing to help a little brother out.

“Thanks, hyung!” Changkyun yelled before going inside Hyungwon’s room after knocking.

“No problem, kiddo!”


The sun was shining and you’ve never felt so ecstatic to be back. It’s been a while since you’ve left Korea with Changkyun’s child in your belly. Yes, his child. Anyways, you walked through the cold streets of Seoul with your child in your arms. 

“Mommy, where are we going?” Daniel, your son, asked with so much enthusiasm. His cheeks were flustered red and his red lips quivered whenever the cold breeze hits his face (yes). 

Giggling at the sight of your son’s cuteness, you tapped him on the nose with a smile. “We’re going to the cafe where mommy met your daddy, Daniel.” You didn’t hide anything from your son. 

You wanted him to know his father despite leaving him here in South Korea without any explanation. “Daddy?” Daniel squealed. Just the thought of his father made him giddy. You’ve told him a lot of stories about Changkyun but you sugarcoated it a little bit for him to understand.

Once again, you giggled at his cuteness and shook your head in disbelief. The two of you walked in an upbeat mode and finally, the two of you arrived right in front of the cafe.

“Here we are, baby.” 

Daniel excitedly sat on his own little chair as you folded his jacket and placed it on the empty seat right in front of you. “I’ll have a Caramel Macchiato and a cup of hot chocolate. And we’ll also have a two mini strawberry tarts.” 

The waiter excused himself, leaving you with a happy Daniel. “Mommy, mommy.” Daniel enthusiastically called you out, snapping you out from your own train of thoughts. “Yes, baby?” You asked and looked at him with a smile.

“Last night, I dreamt of Mr. I.M!” Daniel gleefully showed you his teddy bear and wiggled it. His squeals echoed throughout the whole cafe, making you calm him down with a laugh. “Baby, your voice please.” 

Just in time your orders arrived and you blew onto Daniel’s hot choco while he slowly devours his strawberry tart. “Mommy, the strawberry is sour.” 

Daniel’s nose scrunched up as the sourness kicked in. “Really?” Daniel nodded his head in response. Ever since you’ve had Daniel, your life has been filled with smiles and laughter despite the fact that you raised him on your own with your own money. 

As you were busy having fun with your kid, a familiar figure spotted the two of you with their eyes wide open. 

“It can’t be..”

“Huh, so what did Mr. I.M and you do in your dream?” You took a sip on your iced macchiato while watching Daniel took a sip on his hot choco. “We played with the toys mommy bought us and there was a big dinosaur, raawwwrrr!” Daniel had his hands up when he let out a big roar, earning ‘awws’ from the people inside the cafe.

“Wow, was it Arlo?” You beamed and couldn’t help but laugh at your own actions. “Spot was there too!” Daniel added. You couldn’t help but be amazed by your own child’s memory.

Taking a bite from your strawberry tart, you were about to ask Daniel something when you head a voice that you’ve been wanting to hear after four long years. 

“[y/n]?” Changkyun asked and placed a hand on your shoulder. You slowly turned around and immediately cupped your mouth at the sight of Changkyun. 

“C-changkyun, h-hey.”

You didn’t know why you started to stammer. Were you too nervous to face him? Too guilty for what you’ve did? Or were you overwhelmed by his presence? But then, instead of getting mad at you, the first thing that came into Changkyun’s mind was to pull you into a tight hug.

“Where have you been?” He asked, nuzzling his face on your neck. You totally forgot about Daniel until he spoke up.

“Mommy, is he daddy?”

Your eyes widened and you immediately pulled away from the hug. Your heart was beating fast. You didn’t think this through, and the sight of Changkyun’s reaction dreaded you.

You didn’t know how to explain it to him. It was dead silent between the two of you. Changkyun looked at you then back at Daniel. “Did he just call you mommy?” 

“Uh, Changkyun… I guess it’s time for you to know.” You softly muttered and gestured him to take a seat. Changkyun couldn’t comprehend what just happened but just followed.

Taking a seat, you took a deep breath and smiled at Daniel. “Changkyun, I’m really sorry for leaving you….” You started off with a sigh and couldn’t even look at him in the eyes. “Why?” That was the first thing that came out from his mouth.

“I didn’t want to put our child in danger…. even with just me, I’m already in danger because of your enemies…” That was the reason why you left. Ever since his enemies knew about you, you’ve risked your life a lot of times, trying to keep yourself safe from having yourself getting killed. 

And with just the thought of your child having to live in isolation because of his enemies dreaded you. You wanted Daniel to have a peaceful life.

“I really am sorry… I didn’t even tell you that I was carrying your child…” you continued and looked at him apologetically. “Changkyun, Daniel is your son.” You held on to his hand.

Changkyun sat there, motionless and speechless. “Mommy, is he daddy?” Daniel questioned once again. You turned to face him. Nodding you head, you heaved a sigh and gave him a faint smile.

“Yes, baby.” Changkyun continued to sit there. “A-are you sure he’s my child?” He asked while looking at Daniel. He studied Daniel’s features and there was an uncanny resemblance of him when he was still a kid. (just imagine a smol changkyun)

Changkyun was silent for a moment when you saw a smile cross his lips. “Hey, kiddo.” He had a fatherly smile on him. He pulled Daniel off his chair and cradled him in his arms.

“So, you’ve named him Daniel?” He asked without removing his gaze off of his child. “Yeah, I did. The name ‘Daniel’ reminded me of you.” You said and smiled at the sight.

“[y/n], please don’t leave me again.” This time, he was now looking at you with sad eyes. “I promise that the two of you won’t be in danger anymore, even if it means I have to go away and leave this country with you.”

“Changkyun..” you softened at his requested. Never have you ever seen him like this before. “I want to fill in those years of me being away from this little kiddo over here until the two of us get older and have more children..”

Well, basically, the two of you never broke up anymore. You couldn’t help but oblige to his request. “Alright, Changkyun…”

“I love you, [y/n], and I miss you so much. I love you too, kiddo” 

“I love you too, Changkyun/daddy.” 

Rose (Joker x reader) 4

Pairing: Joker x reader

Warning; Smut

Storyline:  You are a young student, respected and admired by your family members. One night, you attend your father’s banquet for his business, when the gangster king himself catches you snooping around in places where you don’t belong.

Chapter 4

The joker kept pacing back and forth in his bedroom, eyes glued to the little girl laying on his bed, hugging the duvet with her small hands. He was trying to decide what his next move would be. Looking at her, he sighed heavily at how vulnerable she looked. How easily he could get on top of her and pin her down. He was in full control and he was relishing in it. His thoughts were interrupted by a weak whimper from the little doll.

You hugged the duvet tighter to your body and wiggled. Mister J devoured you with his eyes as he sat down at the edge of the bed. You murmured in your sleep as you squinted your eyes. Mm…mister j.. you mumbled in your sleep as a wide grin spread across Mister J’s face. He leaned down to your ear and started stroking your head. ‘’You dreaming about me, little girl?’’ he whispered, grinning satisfactory.

When you started making cute little whimpers and moans in-between saying his name, Mister J started breathing heavily and clenched his jaw. As he looked down at the child, he ran his hands over his sleeked back hair as he imagined what it would be like to fuck you.

Hearing faint whispers in your ear caused your eyelids to slowly awake from their deep slumber. Ignorant and half-asleep, you assumed you were resting peacefully in your bed. You stretched your toes and yawned. However, when you heard a low chuckle in your ear, your eyes shot wide open and you froze. Laying there with your eyes wide open and your muscles stiff for ten seconds, everything started coming back to you. 

The park, the soggy cloth and.. him. You could see his dark shadow in the corner of your eye, but you didn’t dare to move a muscle. ‘’Morning’’ he purred into your ear as his hand slid under the covers and started caressing the skin on your neck. This made your body automatically react and you flinched and placed your hand over his.

His hand was ice cold and rough, and the feeling of his skin touching yours gave you goosebumps. Unfortunately, he noticed and started chuckling to himself. ‘’Sweet dreams?’’ he tuned, his mouth still next to your ear. You carefully turned your head, your eyes locking with his. 

You were terrified of what he could possibly have in mind. A man as sick and twisted as he was, was most likely extremely unpredictable. Why had he taken you? You feared that his hands would suddenly tighten around your neck and choke the life out of you.

But he just kept staring into your eyes. ‘’When I ask a question, I expect an answer.’’ He said sternly as his eyes seemed to turn a shade darker. You opened your mouth, attempting to answer, but nothing came out. Mister J opened his mouth, mocking your terrified expression as he raised an eyebrow. ‘’I’m aaaall ears.’’ 

You swallowed and managed to choke out a few words. ‘’I don’t remember.’’ The joker smirked and brought his hand up to your head and began stroking your hair. ‘’I think you were dreaming of me, angel face.’’

Your face turned a deep shade of blood red, remembering the sexual dream you had just had about him. ‘’Uhm-I-uh’’ you stuttered, trying to explain yourself but he put his finger on your lower lip and shushed you. ‘’You were moaning my name in your sleep, pet’’ he mused as his face inched closer to yours. If your face was able to grow any redder than it already was, it did.

Mister J seemed to very much enjoy how nervous and embarrassed you were. His hands started roaming down from your neck to your chest. When you realized where he was going with this, you scooched up and pressed your back to the headboard of the bed. 

Mister J got on his knees on the bed and placed both arms at each side of your head, trapping you. ‘’Don’t pretend like you don’t want me to make you scream.’’ You shuddered at his words. He was right. Ever since that first meeting you had imagined what he would taste like, how he would feel like.

Of course, you being the giant virgin that you were would most likely have a heart attack if he touched you anywhere below the neck. Your mind was ready. Actually, your mind was very ready. 

You had lost count a long time ago of all the sexual scenarios that had entered your mind when you laid alone in your bed, touching yourself and moaning softly. However, it didn’t seem like your body was anywhere near ready. Those two times you had messed around with boys from school, your body had immediately drawn itself back when they touched you.

Your body was definitely not ready for the Joker. He wasn’t just a bad boy or a dangerous man. Calling the joker a dangerous man was almost an insult. He was so much more than that. 

You were never able to really understand what drove him. You knew it wasn’t money, he’d been very clear about that. Then why did he rob all those banks?

Having seen the results of some of the horrible things he has done, you never really thought of him to be so sexual. You had thought that a man as complex and insane as him wouldn’t care for sexual matters. Like it would be too boring for him. But then you thought about a wise man that once said Everything is about sex, something like that. But sex is really about power. In addition, if there was one thing the joker yearned for in this life, it was complete and absolute power.

You could feel his warm breath on your open lower lip as his eyes kept drifting from your lips to your eyes, admiring every little detail on your blushing face. ‘’M-mistah j, I don.’’ Your sentence was cut off by his rough lips crashing on yours. 

Your body immediately tensed but quickly responded to his touch and your lips started moving with his. The joker forced his tongue inside of your mouth and started massaging your tongue with his. Your tongues were tangled as you fought for dominance, but you lost in a matter of seconds. Without thinking, you grabbed a piece of his hair, which caused him to groan into the kiss.

Both of your bodies felt like they were burning, lust and desire flowing through your veins. However, when his hands started roaming down to your breasts, you released yourself from the kiss and panted heavily as you looked into his lustful eyes. ‘’I’m a virgin.’’ You choked out, humiliated. 

Mister J started laughing as he backed away from you and grabbed your arm, pushing you out of bed. ‘’Mmm, that’s even better, angel’’ He scooped you into his arms and carried you into the bathroom,

He placed you down next to a big golden bathtub and twisted the tap, steaming water filling it up. Then he backed away from you as he eyed you up and down. ‘’I’ll do you a favor and be a gentleman at first.’’ 

He pulled his grey jacket off his toned body. ‘’But don’t get me wrong, princess, you belong to me now. I will do whatever I please with you, and you will enjoy it.’’ You just stood there like a deer in headlights, staring at him as he sat down on a big chair in the corner of the room.

‘’Undress.’’ He demanded coldly. You raised your eyebrows slightly and looked around the room frantically, feeling the nervousness creep up on you. ‘’Come on dear, we don’t have all day.’’ He chimed playfully as he gestured for you to take your sweater off. 

You decided it would be in your best interest to obey him, so you slowly started pulling your sweater over your head. ‘’Slower.’’ He growled from his seat, his voice now layered with lust. You slowed down and dropped your grip on the black sweater, as it fell, light as a feather to the floor.

Mister J looked at you like he was ready to eat you. You unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans and slowly slid them down to the floor. He was nearly panting, eyes wild and glued to your exposed skin. ‘’Don’t stop’’ he growled when he noticed your reluctance to remove your underwear. You sighed a shaky sigh, your fingers shaking a little as you reached behind your back and unclasped your black lace bra.

Then you slid your hands down your stomach and slowly pulled your black thong down to your knees, wiggled one leg gently and let it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. 

Mister J had until now, pressed his hand on his thigh, squeezing whenever a new item of clothing slid off your body. Now his hand had wandered up to his crotch. When you looked down at his crotch, you gulped, noticing a visible bulge growing in his pants.

‘’Get in.’’ you looked at the half-full bathtub next to you and turned off the tap. Releasing your weary body down into the steaming hot liquid of soapy water, you sighed.

 You still hadn’t fully understood the concept of this. Was he going to touch himself while watching you take a bath? ‘’Now, doll. I want you to slide your hands down that pretty body of yours, and touch yourself for daddy.’’ His words surprised you and your eyes widened, half in fear, half in arousal. You had never met anyone like this and his mere presence made every muscle in your body tingle. 

Closing your eyes and throwing your head back, you slowly obeyed his perverted demands. The bathwater was clear so he could just make out your actions under the steamy water. Biting your lip, you started rubbing your clit with your fingers. It had never felt that good before. The fact that you knew that the clown prince of crime sat watching your every move made the sensation double in pleasure.

Without really noticing it yourself, you began moaning at the thought of him, the warmth of the water and the sensation of your own fingers. Your head snapped back up along with your eyes when you heard a low growl from the corner. Mister J was moving his rough hand up and down his shaft slowly while throwing you a deadly, lustful glare. ‘’You like that, princess?’’ he purred as he watched your swollen reddened cheeks. 

‘’Yes’’ you breathed as your fingers started going faster. Mister J tightened his jaw and tilted his head. ‘’yes what?’’ he growled. You knew what he wanted you to say but your shyness seemed to be holding you back. However, the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, especially when you were in such a vulnerable situation like this. You looked into his eyes and moaned. ‘’Yes.. daddy’’

Hearing that made him throw his head back and tighten the grip on his throbbing cock as he moved his hand faster up and down. ‘’That’s it’’ he grunted and closed his eyes. The sight of him made your aching center drip and you felt your clit pulsating. 

Mister J grunted and groaned as he looked at your exposed body, touching yourself for your daddy. Then growled loudly as he released himself on the bathroom floor. The sight of it made you whimper as you felt your orgasm building up.

Just as you started going faster, eager to reach your high, Mister j spoke up. ‘’Stop.’’ You looked at him with shock. That bastard. However scared you were of him, which believe me, you were, the feeling of sexual pleasure had completely taken over your body and soul and you kept rubbing your clit, ignoring his commands.

When you didn’t immediately obey, Mister J shot up from his chair and pulled you out of the bathtub by your hair. ‘’Do NOT disobey me, little girl or I will show you a pain you could never imagine’’ he growled as he slapped your swollen cheek. 

You winced in pain and nodded your head with tearful eyes as he carried you into his bedroom and threw you on the sheets.

Once your naked body hit the mattress, your eyes shot open and you found yourself laying under a duvet with yesterday’s clothes on. You sat up in bed and panted, squinting your eyes as the sun blinded you. It was morning, and you had just had a wet dream about the clown prince himself.

Then you realized that this wasn’t your bedroom. This wasn’t your bed. That’s when you realized that what happened at the park wasn’t a dream. It was as real as Batman. Looking over at the nightstand you saw a glass of water that said drink me and two pills that said eat me. Next to them, lay a little purple note.

Dear kitten

Hope you had a peaceful sleep. It’ll be the only one for a long time.

Welcome to hell

Yours truly


You shivered as you heard the doors being kicked open. ‘’Daddy’s home.’’

akame-ofthedemonsword  asked:

It was the middle of the night and as Lubbock slept, he heard someone is in room, making a odd crunching sound

The green-haired assassin was peacefully asleep until a strange sound was heard. As it struck his ears, his eyes opened wide and cautiously got up. Who was it to enter his room without permission? Hopefully, it wasn’t an intruder or else he had to fight unprepared.

“Who’s there?”

anonymous asked:

Kagami having angry sex with his girlfriend?

i feel like i’ve been on a spiritual journey

Kagami was angry. He was really, really angry. You knew this because it wasn’t very often that he actually growled, and it was even less often that you saw his eyes burn with rage - knowing this was direct at you made it all the more exciting.

Getting Kagami riled up wasn’t hard to do, but with you, he was always gentle, loving, easily flustered… Far too much so for your liking. You knew that you were being unreasonable just now, and you knew he was going to get angry when you argued with him, but this… Oh, this was just perfect.

His crimson eyes were alight with fury, his body towering above yours as he pinned you against the wall. You weren’t even all that sure what is was you had done that had made him so utterly enraged, but whatever it was, you were grateful. This was a side of Kagami Taiga that not many people saw, and, by the looks of it, a side that would utterly wreck you.


You were still letting him believe you were innocent, of course. Blinking owlishly up at him, his eye visibly twitched and his hand came down to tangle in your hair, tugging your head off of the wall painfully, bringing you even closer to his face, his hot breath fanning over you. You had to resist the urge to lick your lips - he looked so utterly delicious like this, and you could only imagine how brutal he would be when he pounded into you…

“Don’t.” he spat, lips curling upwards. “‘Kagami-kun’ me.” His grip in your hair was getting painful, tugging at your scalp. You couldn’t help but let out a choked whimper when his other hand clutched your jaw, an ache already forming there.

It was almost as though he was a different person, the usual delicacy of his touches utterly changed - you had only ever seen him like this when he was playing basketball, and it was exhilarating, to say the least. Not just exhilarating, though; this was fucking hot. You knew it was so indecent, getting so aroused by your boyfriend being pissed off, but the aching between your legs was growing almost unbearable, and you rubbed them together, desperate for some sort of stimulation.

Kagami’s eyes flicked downwards to where you were squirming, and suddenly, it clicked in his mind.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Oh yes. Now he’s even more angry. 

“You’re getting turned on, right? Me handling you like this fucking turns you on?!” His voice was getting louder, grip growing tighter, and all you could do was moan as his leg drove up between yours. His knee was grinding against your cunt, the fury in his eyes mixing with lust when he heard your shameful moans.

“Did you do this on purpose?” You couldn’t nod, his hands still controlling your head, and your lack of response only enraged Kagami further. “Answer!” he growled, knee driving up harder into your crotch.

“Y-yes!! Yes, I di– Ah, shit!” The hand that was on your jaw now shoved you against the wall as your head was yanked back, exposing your neck to Kagami’s hungry mouth, letting him latch onto your skin with his teeth. Painful bites and harsh sucking made you purr with delight, hand threading through Kagami’s hair in an attempt to pull him closer to you.

You had barely had your hands in his hair a few moments before you felt him pull away from you entirely, his larger hand grasping yours and tugging it away from him. Suddenly, both of your hands were in his, and he was snarling down at you again.

“You’re not touching me. Not this time.” His voice was perfectly even, wrath dripping from each word. He almost sounded disgusted, and you were sure that he was beyond the point of simply being ‘angry’ now. When he turned you around and shoved your front against the wall, you knew this was true - his muscled body was pressing up against your own smaller figure, hands contorted behind you, still in his grasp… It felt like everything he was doing was tainted by his anger, and it was delicious.

“I never took you for the sort of slut who gets turned on by things like this.” You nearly collapsed when he spoke those words - dirty talk from Kagami Taiga was a thing to be treasured, it was so rare, and dear fucking god, it turned you on. You could feel every part of him hard against you - his dick already stiffening in his jeans as he ground up against your ass, moan bubbling up from inside you at the sensation. 

His free hand was working under the skirt you were wearing, bunching the fabric at your waist so that he could press his fingers up against your slit through the fabric of your panties. He was almost pressing too hard, fingers roughly circling over your clit, friction from the fabric only serving to create an even more pleasurable sensation; all you could do was squirm against him, body entirely crushed against the wall, rendering you unable to move freely.

“Fucking hell, you’re wet already? I can even feel it through your underwear…” His voice seemed to drop the tone it had earlier, speaking more in wonder as his hips rocked a little harder into yours, breath hitching as he dipped his fingers underneath the flimsy fabric of your panties, stroking across your wetness and gathering your fluids on his fingers, teasing around your sensitive hole. You whimpered in dismay when he pulled away from you, soaked cunt exposed to the cool air, Kagami’s slick fingers coming up to push at your lips. 

“Go on then. If you’re so turned on by me being pissed, then you’re gonna do whatever I ask you to.”

You happily took his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling around them, sucking your juices off, strangely aroused by the taste of your own wetness. Kagami’s presence behind you disappeared for a moment, leaving you free to move, but the instant you started to turn around to look at him he was behind you once more, pressing into you, twisting your arms so he could pin your hands up against the wall, growling in your ear as he bent down to nip at your skin.

“You’re more than ready for me to fuck you, aren’t you?” It wasn’t even really a question - he was just reaffirming his control over you, his voice lower than normal, husky with lust. He had stripped himself of his jeans and underwear, his rock hard dick pressing up against your backside, sticky precum leaking out onto your back, smudging against your skin when he rubbed against you.

S-shit…” Your voice was weak - one of his hands was crushing your head against the wall, wrapped around the nape of your neck, the other had now let go of your hands and was worming its way back down to your womanhood, fingers ghosting over your skin. He didn’t even bother going easy, thrusting three thick fingers into your dripping hole, stretching you almost painfully as he hissed next to your ear.

“Shit, you’re stretching wide open… Maybe I should just…” he withdrew his fingers from you without warning, a choked moan escaping you at the sudden emptiness. You barely had time to complain, though, as seconds later, Kagami was entirely sheathed within you, thick cock pulsing deep within you as he filled you completely. “Fuck… You practically sucked me in.”

You were sobbing in pleasure, nails clawing at the wall beneath your palms, desperately trying to adjust to his size, but he didn’t give you long to do so, withdrawing and slamming back in within moments. From this angle, he was filling you even more than he usually did, each thrust scraping against a spot within you that made you cry out - his thrusts were merciless, hand that was previously around your neck now tangled in your hair, tugging your head back so that your lips could meet his.

Moans spilled from your mouth into his, his teeth knocking against yours when he bit at your lip, painful tug against your scalp only serving to heighten your pleasure as the lewd sound of your dripping sex being pounded by his thick cock filling the room. Tears of pleasure gathered in your eyes, threatening to spill over as Kagami pulled away from you, still holding you so you were facing him. Pupils blown with lust, lips swollen from your kiss, and rage still burning in his eyes - you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him, even in your current state.

“Are you happy, ____?” he grunted, voice gruff from exertion, “Is this what you wanted? For me to fucking–” he thrust particularly hard, pelvis driving into yours and jerking you up against the wall, your back arching into his touch. “–pound into you like this…”

“Y-yes… T-taiga, please, ha-harder!!” He smirked at your words, gazing down briefly at where his cock was pounding into you.

“Harder? You want me to break you in half or something?” You honestly didn’t think he could go any rougher than he was already, but when he slammed into you, crushing your hips and torso against the wall, you could only scream out, fisting your hands in an attempt to gain some control of yourself. “Good thing you really pissed me off, then.” His voice was dark, and you felt yourself shiver, the sensation of him almost growing too much.

You couldn’t control your voice any longer, guttural moans and cries escaping you - your mind was blank, all you could think of was Kagami; his cock, his voice, his hand still tangled painfully in your hair even as he looked away from you, veins in his neck bulging as he groaned. This was exactly what you had planned when you started the argument - you could barely feel your legs anymore, his dick filling you again and again in the best way possible…

Your orgasm tore through you with a force that made your whole body tremble, walls constricting and pulsing around Kagami’s cock as you screamed out his name until your voice went hoarse, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you, emptying your mind of anything that wasn’t him.

“Fuck, ____… You’re so– Agh!” Kagami thrust into you one final time, burying his dick as deep inside you as he could, throbbing inside of you with each rope of cum that spurted out from his dick, roaring with bliss as his own release took him. His essence filled you, and you could only let out a few sobbing breaths before collapsing against the wall, muscles utterly useless.

“Shit…” Kagami was the first to come to his senses, cursing between panted breaths as he pulled out of you, an obscene squelching sound masking your sigh of disappointment at feeling so empty all of a sudden. “That’s hot…” Kagami was knelt behind you, gaze on your cunt - his seed was dripping from your hole, and the opening itself was red and raw from his abuse. He was utterly mesmerised, pressing a gentle kiss against your thigh before realising the situation.

“Crap, ____… Are you alright?”

The Kagami from before was gone, now, as your boyfriend gathered your limp figure in his arms, showering you with worries and concerns, offering to cook for you, bathe you, apologising for what he did to you. All you could do was gaze into his crimson eyes, smile, and tell him it was alright, that it was your fault he got so angry anyway, and describe how utterly fantastic the sex had been. He nearly dropped you when you said this, blushing and stuttering about how you shouldn’t say stuff like that, and you laughed at his change in behaviour.

Sex with Kagami when he was angry was fun, yes, but having this Kagami afterwards was nice, too.

Imagine (11) - Pretty Little Liars

Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys: Could you do a Wren from PLL x reader???

I generally prefer people to send me a lil bit more specific scenarios/requests, but hey, this is fine too :)

Wren Kingston 

You know how every girl tend to fall for the bad boy persona even though they probably have 101 reasons not to? Well trust me, don’t fall for it.

You simply couldn’t resist that British charm and smile. Also, being a graduate from Med School and becoming a doctor did nothing more than to add on to the list.

Life in Rosewood with Wren Kingston was like a Roller Coaster ride to you.

First, there were the ups.

He went to the Brew every Saturday morning to get his weekly cup of black coffee, so you went to the Brew every Saturday morning to ‘study’.

You would unknowingly make quick glances at Wren as he took sips from his coffee and flipped the pages of his book. Then, the game changer happened. The server that was walking past Wren had dropped the cutleries, and when Wren was helping the server, he caught you staring at him.

“Crap,” you thought to yourself and hurriedly look away. 

When the blush finally faded away from your face, you couldn’t help but to steal glances at Wren again. Unfortunately, you still made eye contact with him; only this time, he was the one that looked at you first and he smiled.

“He smiled!” you exclaimed in your mind and quickly turned your head back. Could you be anymore embarrassed?

Should you look at him again? You shouldn’t, right…? But you did, and when you did, Wren was gone.

“Bummer,” you mumbled to yourself, and took out your notebook, ready to finally start studying.

“You know, you could have just came over and say hello,” said someone with a British Accent.

It couldn’t possibly be…Wren? You felt butterflies in your stomach as you slowly turned around, and it really was Wren. 

He was leaning against the wall right behind you and smiling. God, you could never get enough of that smile.

“I got caught, didn’t I…?” You uttered out while trying hide to mask your embarrassed expression.

“Seriously Y/N? I got caught didn’t I? Could you be anymore creepy?” You thought to yourself.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“Mind if I sit?” asked Wren as he pointed to the empty chair across your table.

“Uh- yeah-yeah sure, why not?” you said, moving yours bags from the chair to the floor.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you added.

“Spencer’s good friend, I’ve seen you and the others hanging out frequently. Wren,” he replied. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, forcing a smile.

“He knew! Oh god things just got 100x more embarassing,” exclaimed the voice in your mind.

“So…how’s Mona?” You tried to start the conversation. Then you realised that you weren’t even supposed to know where he was working at.

“I mean, you’re working at Radley Sanitarium right?- Not that I stalk you or anything, Spencer told me about it- I didn’t ask her- Emily did. No wait, she didn’t ask Spencer because she was interested in you or anything-” you tried to explain, but it seemed to get worser with every new explanation

“You’re a very amusing person,” Wren laughed.

“Is that Brit humor? Because I don’t get what you’re trying to say,” you raised your brow.

“That was a compliment,” Wren said.

“Great, thanks,” you replied. Where’s a hole to jump into when you needed one?

“Mona’s still unstable, but I’m sure Hanna would be able to-”

“Hanna? She’s visiting Mona?” you asked clearly looking surprised. You had no idea that Hanna was visiting Mona.

“and you’re not supposed to know that aren’t you…?” Wren’s volume got softer when he realised that he had let out a secret.

“Nope, but I’ll do you a favour and not confront her about that for now,” you replied.

“I like that,” Wren said as licked his lips after getting foam on his lips from his coffee.

“Sadly, I’ve got to head back to Radley now, I’ll see you next time Y/N,” said Wren as he took one last sip of his coffee before leaving.

“Bye,” You said.

Well, that was intense. Unbeknownst to you, you were hanging a slight smile on your lips.

Saturday mornings became your favourite. He would never fail to appear and join you for a cup of coffee. You had small talks about how you were doing, how he was doing, and occasionally gossip about Zack’s hair.

You had common interests, he made you laugh, and you liked talking to him. 

“Two tickets to Walk Off The Earth tomorrow night,” he said.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You asked.

“No, I’m asking you to be a backstage crew,” Wren replied.

“Uh huh, you’ve got to fix that dry humor of yours,” You chuckled.

“I’ll take note of that, but yes, I am asking you out.” Wren smiled and bit his lip.

“I would love to,” you said immediately.

“Not that I like you or anything- I’m just a huge fan of Walk Off The Earth,” you hurriedly explained yourself. 

“If you say so Y/N,” Wren laughed, amused at your personality.

After the ups, there were the downs.

“Please tell me you aren’t seeing Wren Kingston,” Aria blurted out when you were in her room, doing homework. 

“What? Pfft, I’m not,” you brushed it off. 

“I guess I just happened to see someone else at the WOTE concert then,” replied Aria.

“You were there? With who?” Your eyes were wide open.

“With Ezra.” replied Aria.

“You went to town with Mr Fitz? Nobody caught you?” You exclaimed as you dived in your bed.

“Surprisingly no. I was so scared I was going to bump into someone- why are you changing the topic?” Aria threw a pillow right at you once she’d figured out what you were up to.

“Alright alright!” You laughed and raised both hands to surrender.

“I want details,” Aria crossed her arms and sat right in front of you, ears widely opened.

“He happened to be in the Brew, and I happened to be in the Brew-”

Aria coughed and cut me off.

“Ok fine, I went to the Brew on purpose because I knew he went there every Saturday morning” You admitted.

“Now that sounds more like you,” Aria mumbled.

“And then he approached me because he caught me staring at him. Then he gave me his number and we met up at the Brew and yesterday was the first night we went out on a date. Nothing else,” you finished.

"Y/N, you can’t,” Aria sat on my bed and said.

“Why? Because he’s 24? Look, Ezra’s older-”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying. Do you not remember Mr Med Grad making out with Spence when he was with Melissa?”

“Yeah, so? That’s a one time fling,” you retorted.

“Someone like that isn’t loyal Y/N. He’s, well, bad,” Aria sighed.

"I kinda like bad,” you smirked.

“This isn’t Damon Salvatore bad, this is freaking Noel Kahn bad. Do you not remember why you broke up with Noel Kahn a year ago?”

“Woah slow down. Wren isn’t Noel Kahn. Wren listens to you, that’s not Noel Kahn at all,” You replied.

“And I wonder why you aren’t in love with me when I’ve been listening to you for over a decade now,” Aria retorted.

“Aria, it was just one kiss. I’m not going out with him, at least not yet,” you said, trying to end this topic of conversation.

“You didn’t say anything about kissing him,” Aria crossed her arms.

“Oops, I left that out didn’t I?” You replied.

“Yeah,” Aria nodded.

“Just trust me on this alright?” You said.

“You’ve gotta fix your ‘bad boy preferences’” Aria sighed.

“The same goes for you, what’s up with your teacher preferences?” you retorted.

“Okay you did not just say that,”  Aria laughed and threw another pillow right at you.

“Crap,” you uttered.

“I left my homework at Hanna’s, I’ll go get it,” you added.

“Meanwhile, I’ll stay here,” Aria said and laid on my bed.

“I get it, someone’s calling Mr Fitz. Betrayer,” You joked and left for Hanna’s.

When you arrived at Hanna’s and wanted to ring the doorbell, you noticed that the door was unlocked and entered. 

Then you saw someone leaning into Hanna for a kiss until-

“It’s getting really late, you should probably go,” Hanna backed away and you gasped. You didn’t know Hanna had a new love interest.

“Y/N?” Hanna said as she noticed you standing right in front of her door.

The man turned around and your heart ached instantly. It was Wren.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” You blurted out.

“What are you doing here?” asked Hanna.

“What the heck did you think you were doing?” you looked straight at Wren and ignored Hanna.

“Look, I can explain, I was stitching her up-” Wren approached you.

“Save it. Aria was right about you,” you replied and moved back.

“Wait, you two had a thing going on?” Hanna exclaimed, looking confused.

“Not anymore,” You replied.

“I’ll get my homework from you another day,” You added and walked out the door. As soon as you were out of there, you ran, feeling hurt and betrayed. You were such a fool.  

“Y/N!” exclaimed Wren as he attempted to catch up.

“Go away!” You shouted.

“Not unless you hear me out,” he finally caught up with you and grabbed your arms tightly, preventing you from moving.

“Listen to me, what you saw inside was a mistake. I never meant to do that-”

“You never meant to do that? Are you for real?” you glared at him and could feel your eyes getting wet.

Wren remained silent, he didn’t know what to say.

“Speechless eh?” you replied.

“Look Wren, you can mess with Melissa, you can mess with my friends, but you’re done messing with me,” you added and struggled hard enough to escape from Wren’s grip.

“Let me fix this. Let me fix us,” Wren pleaded.

“There’s nothing left to fix Wren. Also, there never was us,” you replied coldly and walked off.

Wren watched you walk away. Once you were out of his sights, he immediately came to a realisation that he had made one of the biggest mistake in his life; losing you.

Yoongi x Reader

Originally posted by sayjjanhae

This is a part 2 of this which I’ll admit I didn’t plan on making but it was requested by someone so I did it. I think it turned out okay for being made on a whim.

Prompt: Upon finding out that your teacher has given you a lower grade than normal on a paper you worked hours on, you come home enraged.


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            well –…if it’s what has happened in the sixteen years of your absence we may be here a while, cami.      aiming to keep tone light'n'teasing, lips quirk into an easygoing half-smile. from age two on down, this blond with her indomitable will - coupled with one truly unbreakable spirit, had been among hope’s protectors. despite being human, at one point, and just as fragile as her charge. there is a tender familiarity to the sound of camille’s voice which instantly draws the girl’s attention. ears perked, wide open for listening.       you have my full and undivided attention, ask away.   ”  

It felt completely unreal. The fact that she was standing there, alive and breathing still left her in a surreal state of being. Hope was far more powerful than she even realized, though she knew she was even when she was two. Cami protected that child, and somehow now as a teenager Hope had protected her once more. It took a few days to get over the shock, gathering her senses.
Now she just wanted to know what had happened. “True,” She said with a smile, as she shifted to sit down.

“Since there is too much to ask about ‘what happened’ how about you tell me where we are exactly?” She asked first, as she hadn’t taken the time to look at their location. But it was beautiful, a large cottage outside of New Orleans, flowers all around. She wanted to ask how she brought her back but Cami wasn’t sure she was ready to face that yet. “And how is everyone?”

Cassandra with my face, with my voice,
with her hands reaching towards strangers,
with the same urge twisting at her core
from a millennia spent shouting;
it has left her raw.

Two thousand years and, this time,
she grows up quiet, grows anxious,
with her nails against her teeth,
keeps her ears wide open for the call of war,
knows blood by the metal in the air.

Maybe sincerity could tempt the fates
to softer threads – to cotton, to silk –,
but Cassandra can still remember fire
and all the times in which she burned
before she could find her way here.

The truth will have to wait for the day
when she can no longer taste coal
sizzling at the back of her throat,
when I can finally get the words out.
—  Ancient pains, again, with feeling (LM)