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We’ve Sinned

Summary: Yoongi is the devil and you are a guardian angel…. and in a twisted fate, you fall in love.

Genre: {Devil!Yoongi & GuardianAngel!Reader} Angst, Slight Smut

Warning: Near death (minor character), smutt-ish; heavy makeout, grinding, mentions of sex.

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Originally posted by bwiseoks

You knew the name well. The name spoken often in Heaven and feared across the human world. Even now as you listened to a fellow angel speak about his latest havok reeked in the human world, you still felt that small part of your heart jumping and spreading with warmth. How you fell in love with the devil happened slowly and then all together.

Min Yoongi awaited you at the gates of Heaven’s doors. He was so warm, he was glowing. You were so confused by the blinding white that surrounded you and the wings that sprouted the boy’s back. He was eager, pulling you through the gates and skipping mindlessly through the clouds whilst dragging you along. He showed you how to forget your human life and live for what you were destined to be like he was: a guardian angel. It was centuries ago and even more had passed until he became selfish and you fell in love with him. He was tired of living as an immortal, tired of always doing what’s right and following orders from a faceless man. Yoongi wanted more and he begged you to help him achieve more. But you were confused. The life you lived was one so many human’s wished to be in their afterlife. Why wouldn’t you want to be an angel? Why wouldn’t you want to guard someone’s life?

Yoongi didn’t understand you and you didn’t understand him.

That’s when everything fell apart for you.

An angel had escaped. Escaped? Such a word could not be used for someone choosing to leave an actual Heaven. There was nothing to escape from, this life was worth staying for, but Yoongi left anyway. He was deemed a fallen angel, a lost soul in which couldn’t be brought back to the light. Yoongi chose to run into the dark, but here you were; centuries later and you still couldn’t comprehend that Min Yoongi, your Min Yoongi… was the devil himself.

“Jimin.” You spoke softly, but abruptly to stop the angel in front of you from speaking. You felt your wings begin to ache, a signal you knew all to well. “I have to go, I think he’s in trouble.”

Jimin understood quickly and stopped his rambling. He placed a warm and soft hand on your arm, his gorgeous smile spreading his features as he spoke. “Go save his life, Y/N.”

You smiled too, then set off the cloud, flying to the city you had visited numerous times in the past twenty years. As you reached further into the human world, you could see the night sky shining over the lit city.

You landed on your feet smoothly, looking over at where you felt that he might be. You gasped upon seeing a car slowly sinking into the water and your wings began to ache horribly. His life was slipping away.

You wasted no time in diving into the sea, punching the water away as you did so. You were next to the driver’s seat and you could see clearly that he was unconscious. His brown hair floated around him, no bubbles surrounded his mouth or nose. You gripped onto the seatbelt through the open window, yanking it off quickly before gripping the boy’s shoulders through his jean jacket. You lifted him easily and began swimming back to the surface as your wings were piercing an agonzing pain throughout your whole body. You could always rely on your wings to bring you comfort and understanding even towards the human you were to protect, but now all it brought you was pain and discomfort because of the human you guarded. You flew out of the water at a remarkable speed until you hit the pavement with your two feet. You set the boy down, immediately pumping his chest as you fell to your knees.

Panic slowly rose when he gave no response and you pumped harder. This human had to make it, he just had to.

Finally, after long minutes of continuisly pumping his chest, the boy’s head lifted and he coughed an immense amount of water. You could hear sirens begin to wail in the distance, but you kept your focus on the boy who was slowly waking up.

He looked around groggily, and as if noticing the way his clothes and hair stuck to him, his body jolted upright and he turned towards you. The sirens were getting closer now, but it didn’t matter. No one but the boy could see you anyway.

The boy’s chocolate eyes widened when they settled on you, his eyeline directing towards the prominent white wings on your back. His mouth fell open and his mind reeled with questions that came to him a million miles a minute.

You spoke before him, knowing he was confused and that your presence was one out a dream.

“I’m so happy you are alive, Jungkook.” Your arms wrapped around the boy, bringing him towards you in a warm hug. Jungkook’s eyes widened further as he looked over your shoulder and to his car that was half way through the water by now.


“It’s okay, Jungkook.” You smiled down at him as you let him go. You saw flashing lights in the corner of your eyes and you knew it was time for you to go. Jungkook stared up at you, bewildered and unashamedly looking at you from head to toe in complete awe and confusion. “I’m your guardian angel,” you answered the unspoken question. “No, this isn’t a dream and yes, I am very much real and I just saved your life.” Still, even after your reassuring words, the boy seemed shocked by your voice and overall appearance, but he still managed to speak.

“What’s your name?”

His voice was one you heard of many times, and you heard it evolve through puberty. Your smile widened and you brought your hand in front of yourself. Jungkook took it, never missing how even as you were wet- your hand was still incredibly warm.

“Y/N,” you answered the boy. His eyes softened on you, and you could tell he had so much more to say but the human saviors were already walking towards you. You hugged Jungkook quickly before he could say anything and then you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

The kiss was a symbol that you had visited him once, but the next time he would sleep and then awaken- he would not remember you. It ensured the safety and secret of angels, and you respected it.

You stepped away from Jungkook, memorizing his face because you hoped you didn’t have to stand this close to him again, at least not for such reasons as saving his life.

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

You turned, beginning to walk away from the scene and Jungkook wanted to run after you, but paramedics and police officers surrounded him in seconds and you disappeared before he could blink.

You were flying back home when you saw him. Smiling up at you from the rooftop of a building. It was by chance that you looked down and saw his sinister smile, and your flying stopped at once. His appearance was completely different than what you remembered, but you knew by the way your heart fluttered that it was in fact him.

When you landed on the rooftop, you let your eyes wander to the suit he wore. It was different than the all white one you had last seen him in. Under his red embroided blazer was a pure black button-up and dress pants, but that wasn’t what shocked you the most. His once plantinum hair- which every angel had regardless of skin tone or previous life- was black. A dark and menacing black that had your skin crawling at the sight of it.

You both now stood on opposite ends of the roof, but he wasted no time in taking long strides towards you. You hated the way his smirk was so evil and heavy, different than the happy and light smile he wore all those years ago.

“Min Yoongi.” Your breath was rushed, and your words shook as you spoke the devil’s name. Yoongi’s smirk widened, but he didn’t stop his walking until he stood within arms length of you.

“Hello, my little angel. Good job by the way, poor boy would have died if you hadn’t shown up, but like always; Y/N can’t let a sad mortal’s life go to waste.”

Your blood boiled at his words, but you weren’t one to burst. “Did you do that to his car?” Sudden realization hit you and Yoongi nodded in confirtmation.

“I had to get you to come see me somehow, darling.”

His words, as effecting to your heart as they were, sent a cold shiver down your spine. “You are just as sick as they say,” you commented with little remorse in your voice. Yoongi didn’t seem the least effected by your words and instead took your bitter words as an invitation for him to come closer to you. You instinctively took a step back to which he just chuckled.

“Miss me, angel?”

You were quick to shake your head, now glaring at Yoongi openly. “Never.”

“Aww, but I missed you Y/N.”

He was so different than you remembered. He used to be glowing, playful, charming, and sweet. Now he seemed wicked with different tricks up his sleeve. You weren’t sure why you were even still standing in front of him, this conversation might as well should be considered such a sin and angels don’t sin. At least not before Yoongi.

“It’s been 236 years, haven’t you longed for me baby?”

“Do not speak to me as if you were anything to me. Now, why did you want to get my attention?”

Your words made Yoongi’s eyes visibly darken, anger and sadness pooling into his irises. You were startled when Yoongi’s freezing hand collided with your forearm and you were suddenly being tugged towards him. Anyone else would have melted in fear by now, but you stood your ground; showing Yoongi that he was the one who left and it should be you who was angry. Yoongi’s smirk returned, his face now only centimeters from yours.

“But don’t you remember all those sweet memories we shared baby? Surely 301 years together doesn’t go forgotten over night. Did you cry when I left?” Yoongi’s hold on you tightened with each words and you didn’t wince once. “Were you angry like you are now?”

You turned your head away from Yoongi, you were done with this conversation and him, and you just wished to leave now.

“Tell me, Y/N. What does it feel like to get that angry? To feel like you’re about to snap? Are you feeling like that right now?”

You turned your face back to Yoongi, trying to conceal your emotions, but angels always wore them on their sleeves and Yoongi was quick to read you. His eyes were still dark, and his smirk was still as sinister as ever while his hold tightened even more.

“Feel the anger, Y/N. Let it out. Let it control you-”

You grunted as you released yourself from Yoongi and pushed him with all your might. Yoongi stumbled, but he wasn’t shocked by your actions, he was instead; amused.

“I’m leaving.” You spun as you said those words and faced the edge of the rooftop. Your wings heightened and you were ready to fly away when the harsh grip on your arm returned and you were being spun to face Yoongi again. His smirk was erased and he held an angry frown towards you.

“I didn’t say you could leave me.”

Yoongi spun at once and dragged you behind him. His hand waved in front of him in a movement you weren’t familiar with. A swirling source of wind erupted just ahead and you squinted at the sight. A dark portal stood where Yoongi previously was minutes ago, and you already knew Yoongi’s plan. You began fighting against the man, but it was no use. You were being thrown into the portal before you could escape and the dark magic closed behind Yoongi.

You had landed harshly on your knees while Yoongi stared down at you from where he stood. You quickly rose and took in your surroundings. A dark room that was large in width. It looked like a luxurious penthouse, and by the view from a large glass window behind the king sized bed, you knew it was. You were no longer in the city you had saved Jungkook in. The city was brighter and busier, but the night sky was just as dark as the previous one. You turned back towards Yoongi, who was now smiling at you.

The smile you had remembered from so long ago. The one you fell in love with centuries ago, was now spread across his face as if it hadn’t disappeared with your love.

“Sit down.”

You looked at Yoongi as you slowly walked towards the bed. You sat yourself at the edge, hating how submissive you were under his spell.

Yoongi came to stand in front of you, his eyes lingering on your large wings. “You’re so pure, Y/N. You always have been.” Yoongi’s hand came towards your cheek and you turned your face away. It didn’t stop Yoongi from finding and caressing the side of your face with his fingers. “I really have missed you, angel.”

You cringed, and Yoongi noticed. An angry hiss escaped his lips and he gripped harshly onto your shoulders. He brought you down, making you lay on the bed with your legs hanging over the edge. His knees were resting on either side of you and you looked up at him with startled eyes.

“So pure, my love,” Yoongi cooed. His eyes weren’t the same dark they were before. The anger and saddness was replaced by lust and want. Lust and want for you. You began to struggle against Yoongi, but it came to no avail and only made the man grip your shoulders harder. “Look at me, Y/N.”

You willed yourself to look at him in the face, but your eyes didn’t connect with his until Yoongi snarled at you. Your glowing irsises immediately matched his dark ones and he smiled in triumph. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but you were cut off when dark black wings sprouted from behind Yoongi’s back and englufed around both of your forms.

They were incredibly black, but they were the same wings you remembered. You had mesmerized the details in Yoongi’s used to be white wings from the time you spent together, and despite the different color; they didn’t look much different.

“Like what you see, baby?”

Your eyes snapped back to Yoongi who had been in the midst of staring at your agape mouth. You wanted to respond to Yoongi, you wanted to tell him how ugly he let himself and his wings turn into, but you couldn’t find the words.

No matter how dark Yoongi’s hair, eyes, wings, or personality was; he was still so beautiful. He reeled you in with so much force, you forced yourself to remember all the bad things Yoongi has done and fear slowly began to replace whatever little lust you felt for the man.

Yoongi, again, noticed the change in your demeanor and the grip on your shoulders loosened slightly. “Don’t fear me, Y/N.”

“I don’t fear heartless people,” you responded. Your voice was quiet, and upon hearing it; Yoongi’s eyes closed briefly. He took in your words, the sound of your angelic voice and he smiled fondly.

“Kiss me, Y/N.” Yoongi’s eyes opened to see your reaction, but he was only met with a blank stare. You weren’t able to comprehend his demand before Yoongi brought his lips onto yours, an action that only happened once before, on the night before Yoongi left Heaven. You felt his lips part over your unmoving ones and his tongue was slowly pressed on your bottom lip. You shut your eyes, a poor choice on your part as your lips parted slightly, giving Yoongi the space he needed to shove his tongue into your mouth.

A low moan vibrated from the back of Yoongi’s throat as he explored your mouth greedily. The sound coming from Yoongi made you put your rational thoughts aside and you began wrapping yourself around Yoongi as you slowly responded to his movements.

Your arms wrapped around Yoongi’s neck as your legs rose and you encircled them around Yoongi’s waist. Another moan came from Yoongi when you began kissing him back effortlessly. Your hands moved from the back of his neck to entangle in his hair and you felt yourself being slid towards the top of the bed. Yoongi lifted your shoulders and then dropped your head on the pillows on the top of the bed. You sighed into the kiss, letting yourself finally miss Yoongi after denying it for the last half hour. Your grip around Yoongi’s waist instincitvely tightened and Yoongi’s hard member was being pushed onto you.

You both moaned, enjoying the feeling you both gave each other. Yoongi released himself from you and a whine escaped your lips before you could stop the embarrassing act. Yoongi loved it though, and he pushed himself further onto you. You moaned at the applied pressure, already feeling yourself becoming wet for him.

“Yoongi, I love you.” You couldn’t help the words and you didn’t regret them one bit. You have loved Yoongi for so long, you had to say it now before he left you once again. Yoongi pushed himself further away from you, but you made no move to bring him back. He took a couple seconds to look into your eyes, to see the sincerity behind your words before he pushed himself back onto you and your lips reconnected hastily.

It wasn’t until minutes later, after both your clothes were torn off and Yoongi had been comfortably thrusting in and out of you that he finally said those three words you waited so long for. After that, the night was filled with whispered lustful words and chanted names, needy touches and repeated ’I love you’s’ or ’I miss you’s’.

You shifted comfortably in your sleep the next morning and moved yourself closer into the touch of Yoongi. You smiled in delight, ignoring the sun that shined brightly through the glass window as you took in every second you were with Yoongi. You were happy to wake up and find out that the night before was definitely not a dream, and you had in fact made passionate love to Yoongi that lasted for hours.

“Good morning, my love.”

You opened your eyes, and looked up at Yoongi. He looked down at you with warmth, and took in your more than angelic face. He let his eyes loom over your figure before he looked at your wings, and then he was jumping at the sight of them. You shifted off of your hold on Yoongi’s waist and looked at him in confusion as you sat up. His eyes weren’t on you though, but trained harshly on something behind you. You turned, looking instincitvely at your wings when a gasp left your wings.

Your once all white wings were painted red at the tips of every feather.

You looked back at Yoongi who looked just as shocked as you were when your eyes roamed towards his own wings. “Yoongi,” you breathed.

Yoongi’s head snapped towards his wings, a gold color was now clear on the tips of his wings. “We’ve sinned,” Yoongi declared. He looked back at you, afraid of your reaction. He knew how happy you were of being an angel, this meant you were an outcast; like him.

Yoongi,” you repeated his name barely above a whisper. Yoongi reached out to you quickly, clasping his arms around your neck and bringing you towards him. The impact of what you had done last night suddenly hit you, but that wasn’t what surprised you. What surprised you was how you felt about sleeping with the devil; nothing.

“I love you, Min Yoongi.” You let your heart carry out your words as your head rested on Yoongi’s exposed chest. Yoongi smiled above you, bringing his lips to connect to your forehead briefly. “Please don’t leave me again,” you voiced your worries.

Yoongi chuckled, and you felt the vibrations from his chest.

“I will never leave you, my angel.”

Just a lil mob AU thing I’ve been working on for awhile now. Finally finished it! Basically Jack finds a picture of Rhys in his old school uniform and unexpected feelings ensue. 

Jack had been somewhat surprised when Rhys had brought up the idea of going through his father’s things.

In the immediate weeks following the man’s death, most of those more personal items had been boxed up and locked away into the now deserted bedroom. Rhys had hung onto the more utilitarian items—furniture, dishes, light fixtures—that lacked the sentimentality that might send Rhys into that too quiet, too still state that made even his stoic bodyguard uncomfortable.

It danced in Jack’s mind to steer Rhys away from going through those more personal items, but though the omega would often listen to his council, he was growing a far thicker stubborn streak than he had had in the past. Jack had gently asked him if he was sure only one time, and when Rhys affirmed it, he let it go, only staying close and providing physical and fragrant comfort as he sat with Rhys on the floor sorting their way through the boxes.

Things had not been well organized. Clothes and toiletries had been crammed in alongside paperweights and magazines, the boxes bulging near the bottom from the haste of packing. Jack had not been in this room since he had helped Rhys to put the boxes up here after his father’s death. A thin layer of dust crusted over most of the cardboard, floating in the light filtering in from the barely drawn velvet curtains as they sorted through the belongings.

Jack rolled his dress shirt up to the elbows, kneeling next to a smaller, flatter box filled with what appeared to be several leather-bound books. The first couple he leafed through seemed to be classics, including an edition of War and Peace with a freshly cracked binding, while the next couple seemed to be dog-eared medical books from at least a few decades past. He set those aside in a small stack as he picked up one of the wider books and set it in his lap. He opened it, peeling away plastic pages that stuck together, his eyes widening at the sight laid out over his thighs.

“Rhys…what are these?” An affectionate smile curled over his lips as he scoots over to where the young omega is rifling through his father’s old office supplies.

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↠ Asked: ❝Hi! May I request a scenario where Wonwoo’s s/o is a model & they have a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction at show? The s/o is embarrassed and uncomfortable about the whole situation and just wants Wonwoo’s comfort. The s/o is afraid people are going to rip them apart or share the photos. (…)

↠ Members: Wonwoo x reader

↠ Genre: fluff

↠ Word count: 1200+

You were nervous, to say the least. For a long time, you were wanting to become a model. Not just any model. You wanted to be famous. So, you had spent a few years already working hard and getting as far as you can in the smallest amount of time that you can. And it worked; people loves you, and you were big in the industry already.

The fashion show today was for a gender-neutral clothing line, taking place in New York. Seeing how many seats there were during the rehearsal for the show left you speechless. At least three times as many people as your previously biggest show would be here to watch. It made your hands shake at just the thought, even when you were so busy with getting prepared. 

You tried distracting yourself with other thoughts. You looked around at all the other people getting ready for the show as well, interested in the different looks. Some people were so bright and colourful, others were smothered in blacks and grays. 

Your boyfriend Wonwoo was there with you. Somehow, he was allowed to come and stay there, as long as no problems were caused by him. He would always come to your shows whenever possible. And he knew when you were nervous. It was rare, but it happened. He couldn’t even hug you or hold your hand because of how busy everything was, but he kept close. Even that didn’t calm you today.

Despite the variety of possible thoughts that could consume you, you only thought about the worst. You sat, getting your makeup done, looking in the mirror. You did not see yourself. You saw images of the ground approaching as you fell on the runway. You saw people laughing as it happened. Heard cameras violently snapping pictures. 

You knew that none of that would happen though. It never has before.

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scftiplier-archived  asked:

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Oliver was done with work for the evening. It wasn’t technically his regular work; Bim had organised an event and, as per usual, the three newer Googles were asked to be waiters for the night.

Wearing a suit was somewhat uncomfortable for him. He was far too used to only wearing a single layer of clothing on the top half of his body. So naturally Oli shed that first, shrugging off his embroidered black blazer and putting it on the back of his chair. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off as well, unaware that someone else was able to see him in the privacy of his room.

Temptation: Part II

Part II is here! I was so happy with how you all reacted to Part I that I couldn’t stop myself from writing more. So I stayed up really late last night and here we are! Please, always remember that I am always glad for feedback. Happy reading!!

Part I / Part III / Part IV / Part V / Part VI

Feyre felt exhausted. After six hours of traveling to the Academy with her father, making small talk about what her classes would probably be like, and pretending she was a lot more excited than she actually was, she’d at least expected to have some peace and quiet here at the school. But instead she had this:

“It’s just so unfair!” Cassian exclaimed. “She doesn’t even get to, I don’t know, fight back—”

“Get over it already,” Amren rolled her eyes at him sighing as if she’d heard this a million times. “It’s a TV show, you’ll survive.”

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As classes are back in session and I’m growing more accustomed to the halls of one Dalton Academy, I’ve decided to branch out in my extracurricular activities. After looking through the extensive list of those available, I approached a member of the faculty only to be told that a group focusing on accessorizing of the modern man’s professional uniform isn’t something available or welcome here. How else are we supposed to share ideas in individualizing our blazers and embroidered sweaters? Not every boy has my same eye and I would have been happy to hold some kind of seminar. 

An audible cheer goes up as Syria’s tiny delegation is announced, the likes of which usually accompanies big countries like the US or near neighbors like Chile. And rightly so. I can’t even imagine what those athletes went through to get here.

And, hey, look, athletes from South Sudan, the newest country in the world, and also home to an ongoing civil war. Glad they could make it.

Sweden should start a shiny yellow outfit club with Senegal. They can blind everyone together.

I kind of like Tajikistan’s embroidered blazers. I mean, yes, blazers and ties, but at least it’s a bit different. Then there’s Thailand, who also went the suit and tie route…but in shiny gold.