freezing-cold!

Helpless

Requested by @vigilante24-Dany at Dragonstone post 7x05 worried about Jon. Title kind of inspired by the song from Hamilton. 

She’d never realized how big Dragonstone was until Jon left. All of a sudden, the rooms that she’d given to the northerners-the rooms she’d avoided like a sickness-were no longer off limits. 

She lingered in those rooms, especially in Jon’s; it looked like it hadn’t been lived in. He’d left everything meticulously clean; no clothes hung in the closet, there was no dirt on the floor from his shoes. Even the bed was made neatly but severely, the corners pulled straight and even. The pillows barely smelled of his sharp, clean, woodsy scent-she didn’t let anyone wash them, for fear that smell would disappear altogether and she’d have nothing left of him. 

What if he died somewhere beyond the Wall, alone and freezing in the cold? How would she know if he never returned? 

“Your Grace?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her plate, cutting a slab of meat into fifths and then tenths. Tyrion was looking at her the way he always did these days, as if he wasn’t sure what-if anything-to make of her. As if she’d changed and he didn’t recognize her. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“I understand you’re worried about Lord Snow, but please at least try and pay attention-”

“I am paying attention. Speak.” She looked at him head on, daring him to bring up the fact that this had been his idea and if Jon died that would be his fault too. 

“I only wanted to say that just because Lord Snow is gone, that doesn’t mean we should stop preparing for what happens when we meet with Cersei. She knows she’s at the disadvantage and my sister has never been one to take her fate lying down-”

“Will she try to kill us?”

“If she thinks there’s any way she can get away with it, she’ll try-” He realized that her attention had drifted out the window, as if at any moment she expected a boat flying the Stark standard to round the corner into the harbor. “Your Grace.” 

She turned back, abashed. “I’m paying attention.”

“You can’t bring him back by wishing for him.” His voice had gone soft…did she detect a hint of understanding in it? “And you won’t save him by worrying about him.”

“It was an idiotic idea. Cersei might not even believe us, even with proof.”

“I believe it was better than doing nothing.” His voice was short, as if his patience with her was already running low. “Remember who you are. Remember how much rests on your shoulders. This army of the dead can wait.” 

“But what if Jon doesn’t come back?” 

“He’ll be fine. He’s fought them before.”

“We’d throw away all of the ties we’re trying to strengthen with the North-”

“If something happens to Jon, his title will pass to his oldest sister Sansa. I know Sansa, personally-she’s smart and levelheaded and she hates Cersei more than her brother does. I’m sure we can find an ally in her.” But Sansa wasn’t Jon, and they both knew it. Tyrion sighed, gesturing towards the open balcony doors. “Fine. Go look for him. You won’t find anything.”

She knew it, but she couldn’t help looking anyway. The sky was grey and cloudy, with clouds full of precipitation hanging low on the horizon-and the choppy water was devoid of ships; only what remained of her fleet at harbor bobbing on the sea. 

Jon hadn’t returned. Not today. 

It shouldn’t matter. She shouldn’t be thinking about him-thinking about anyone-the way she was. 

He wasn’t the first to love you and he won’t be the last. She dug her fingertips into the stone railing so hard they turned white. But she wasn’t in love with him. He wasn’t in love with her. They couldn’t be. She’d been in love before and it hadn’t felt like this. It hadn’t consumed her every waking minute, making her long for him when he was away. 

She couldn’t be in love with him. She didn’t have time for love. She had too many masks to wear, too many walls to build around herself. She could never be with him fully, just him and her with their hearts bared to each other. 

Love couldn’t be so frightening. Please tell me I haven’t sent him to his death. 

She’d had such a terrible feeling about it but she hadn’t been able to tell him. She hadn’t been able to tell him that she couldn’t lose him, that his people couldn’t lose him, that the only reason she’d tried to exercise her power over him was because she thought it would keep him with her. She hadn’t been able to tell him that her heart had hammered in her throat when he’d left and hadn’t looked back. She’d wanted to leap into his arms. She’d wanted to kiss him. 

She couldn’t just stay here and do nothing. But she didn’t have a choice. 

And until then, she couldn’t think-even to herself-that she loved him. 

I’ve got to write some meta on how Dany’s feelings change from 7x03 to 7x05 (especially that moment in the war room). I have too many feels. 

Short and (hopefully) sweet. 

Send me prompts, send me headcanons, send me asks-send me anything to feed my trash obsession lol 

spoilers for got 7x06 ahead

i honestly think seeing the night king and his army again put things in perspective for jon. His goal is to keep everyone safe. He doesn’t care about being king. And when you’re out there in the freezing cold, surrounded by the army of the dead, traditions/loyalties become irrelevant. In that moment, it’s about survival. If it hadn’t been for daenerys they would have all been dead. So from this point, he and dany are the only rulers who have seen the dead. To me it makes sense that after this he decides to accept her as queen. It’s now urgent for Jon but also dany to destroy the night king’s army. She will do everything to destroy them. WHY wouldn’t Jon side with her??? What matters is defeating the night king. The rest can be debated afterwards. + you can tell in the last scene with them that Dany is truly grateful and emotional about his decision. Because she trusts, respects and values him. She now knows how far he’s willing to go for his people, she’s seen it with her own eyes. When he went back to fight the army and almost died, and when she sees that yes, he LITERALLY took a knife for his people. They are equal. In my mind I don’t see why, later, she wouldn’t agree to letting Jon/Sansa rule the north.

sometimes i wish i could stop feeling lonely. especially on bright summer days with clear blue skies and birds chirping outside my window. sometimes i wish i could call you up and tell you how much i miss you especially when the monsoons arrive, the thunder is louder outside and the skies are darker than usual. sometimes i wish i could kiss you and tell you you’re better than my glass of hot chocolate especially on the freezing cold winter day with bitter winds and dull skies. sometimes i wish i could tell you i love you especially on days when the beautiful butter flies circle around the pink flowers that just bloomed and the skies are some unusual shade of ombre.
—  s o m e t i m e s//nikitagupta
Car Sex (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: HEY COULD YOU DO LIKE A REALLY FLUFFY PETER PARKER IMAGINE WHERE, THEIR IN A CAR MAKING OUT AND STUFF, AND PETER TRIES TO BE SMOOTH, BUT HITS HIS HEAD AND IS REALLY CLUMSY TRYING TO TAKE THINGS FURTHER. BASED OFF THIS PROMPT LIST I SAW “CAR SEX LOOKS WAY EASIER IN THE MOVIES” IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE LOLOLOL

Warnings: Mention of sex, sexual themes, swear words

Word Count: 845

A/N: I legit forgot I took this request sorry for the delay!!

Originally posted by darlingriezmann

Peter was woken up from his thoughts, hearing someone knocking on his car’s window. He turned his head and saw Y/N, freezing from the cold outside. He quickly unlocked the doors and let her in.

“Peter, what the hell, I’ve knocked for like a million times, did you want me to freeze to death or something?” Y/N wasn’t mad at all but was really shocked by the cold weather. Peter mumbled: “Shit…Y/N, I’m so sorry babe, are you okay?”

He took Y/N’s hands in his to warm her up. Y/N could see how concerned he was, therefore, she smiled to show him she was fine. However, Y/N was also thinking about turning this horrendous event into something both beneficial to her and Peter: “Wanna warm me up?” she asked with an innocent smug on her face.

Peter didn’t really get what was going on until Y/N started to get closer to him inch by inch until their noses were brushing each other. Peter whispered: “Oh… I see,” and closed his eyes. He placed one hand on Y/N’s face and the other on her waist, slowly but passionately kissing her. This was the first time they were making out in a car, meaning both of them were more than thrilled by the situation and neither of them had any experience at all. Y/N tried to get closer to him because the position they were in was no longer comfortable. She held his shoulder with one of her hands and tried to get onto his lap while still kissing him. However, it was impossible for Y/N to fit between the steering wheel and Peter, therefore she gave up. Peter noticed Y/N’s failed attempt and he felt the urge to make fun of her in the middle of their hot and passionate making out session. “Next time I could try to get on your lap what do you say?” he smiled into the kiss earning a groan from Y/N: “Next time shut up when we are both turned on what do you say?”

Peter took his hands off Y/N to adjust his seat so that Y/N could sit on his lap. Y/N started to kiss down his neck, leaving little bruises for the next day which would probably not be covered by Peter as he sucks at covering hickeys. Peter was trying too hard not to moan at Y/N’s sudden licks and bites on his neck but he gave up when he couldn’t concentrate on finding the device which adjusts the seat: “Babe…If-if you keep on doing that I won’t be able to have you on my lap…” Y/N didn’t seem to care but she let out a quiet huff on Peter’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “That didn’t really help at all,” he mumbled.

When Peter finally managed to make space for Y/N, she quickly hopped on his lap, surprising both of them because no one was hurt at all. “Now the fun begins,” Y/N giggled, crushing her lips onto Peter’s once again. They both moaned loudly, the make-out session was getting rougher each second until Peter decided to start kissing down from Y/N’s neck to her breasts. Y/N was thrilled by the sudden action but when she threw her head to the back abruptly, she hit her head: “Ow!!”

For a second Peter wasn’t bothered by Y/N’s loud gasp, thinking she was making it out of pleasure. “Peter?!” Y/N shouted and he looked up at her.  “Oh my god, what happened?!” It was obvious that Peter was struggling to hold his laughs back. “What do you think?”

“I turned you on so much that it gave you a headache?” Peter looked up at Y/N innocently, failing miserably to hide his smirk. “Stop the witty banter Parker!” Y/N wasn’t actually mad but her headache was making her cranky. “I’m sorry babe, let me see…” Peter tilted his head up and Y/N moved her head down for Peter to see the bruise. It didn’t matter because it was already dark outside, therefore, Peter couldn’t see anything. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered: “Is it healed?” Y/N smiled weakly, staring into his eyes: “It did,” and slowly started to kiss him again. In between the kisses, Y/N whispered: “Peter it’s getting cold in here could you turn the A/C on?” Peter turned the car on and they went back to where they left for the fourth time.

The things were getting rougher again. Y/N started to grind on Peter, making him moan. Peter roamed his hands under her shirt while sucking on her neck. Y/N couldn’t bear the teasing anymore, she moaned: “Just take it off, Peter.”

“As you wish.” Peter tried to take her shirt off smoothly and surprisingly, succeeded. But he wasn’t that lucky when it came to her bra. “I swear to god it is impossible to unclasp-“ Peter was cut off with the sudden noise of his car horn.

They both screamed and Y/N started to laugh. However, Peter was unamused. “For god’s sake, car sex looks way easier in the movies!”

NHL!Bitty, Part X - Body Issue(s)

ESPN Magazine comes calling. Eric makes a creative choice. Jack gets excited.

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!


Cold. Colder. Freezing.

“The Body Issue, Bits. You can’t turn this down, and if I did it for you, you have to do it for me.”

Actually, a three-hour naked photoshoot on ice is definitely something he can turn down, but he promised Jack he would participate if asked. Granted, it was a sleep-deprived, post-coital promise, but a promise just the same. 

A copy of the spread from Jack’s issue is already tastefully hung in the master bathroom of his townhouse. Eric will have to get his framed to match.

It’s not about the nudity, except, maybe it is a little bit, but he’s worked hard to get his body to look this good. His ass may never be in the same arena as Jack’s magnificent backside, but hell, if the whole world got to ogle Jack, why can’t Eric get some love, too? 

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You Didn’t Deny It (M)

Kim Jongin | Neighbors!AU | Smut | Word Count: 9.1k

“But you want Jongin to fuck you.”
Running a hand through your hair, you glare at him.
“Are we really having this conversation right now?”
“You didn’t deny it.” 

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Bts reaction to someone walking in on you two

Request: Hey I’m not sure if requests are open, but pretty please can I request bts reacting to getting walked in on by friends/parents while having sex? Like would they continue or lie or what? Thanks! ❤

A/N: Here I go. Keeping my promise. One reaction a day. I always keep my promises.- Li <3


Jin

As Jin was making gentle love to you and kissing you so sensually, you forgot where you are, Namjoon ran in the room as if his life depended on it. It all became still, you, Jin, Namjoon. Fast, Jin hid you under the blanket, keeping you under him. “Kim Namjoon I swear to fucking God I’ll starve you to death if first you don’t get out of here and second say anything ever about this.” Namjoon stuttering over his words could be heard and then the door closed. “Well, that was an experience,baby.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi

Yoongi was in the middle of thrusting so deeply in you, the satin scarf around your mouth wasn’t enough to hold in your screams. And then the door cracked and a little pig tailed girl studied the interesting position you two were in. “Sis, why are you two naked? Why are you biting a scarf?” Dom Yoongi went from 100 to 0 real quick. “Miya, baby, it’s…hard for me to explain it. Your good friend Yoongi can explain it.” you said, embarrassed af. Yoongi gave you the death look and turned to the girl. “It’s an adult way of showing love Miya. In two minutes I’ll be in your room and we can play with the dolls. I only have to finish playing with your sister first.” Dom Yoongi is back.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Namjoon

Jimin only wanted to take one of Namjoon Ryan’s to take a selca with it, not opening the door to you naked at the end of the room and Namjoon only in sweatpants, holding two paires of handcuffs. Jimin shakily tried to explain himself “I… only wanted to have a-“ Namjoon freezing cold eyes met Jimin’s making the boy feel extremely uncomfortable. “Leave Jimin. Now.” And Jimin did leave. Without saying anything else, while you looked scared at Namjoon. “Where was I?” said he while opening the first pair of handcuffs.  

Originally posted by https-km

Hoseok

Hobi is a puppy we all know that. So you were too. You were his baby, puppy and fuck princess. So when you two were fucking the last thing you wanted were intruders, but when your mother knocked on your door, both of you were so scared that she’ll come in that he pulled out of you, threw you your clothes while he was dressing himself, kissed you an apology and sat down next to you acting as if he was helping you with a math problem, so when your mother really came in, both of you smiled like the little puppies you were.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Jimin

Love making. That Jimin was the best at. Setting the mood, showing you unconditional love, showering you with compliments. So when Yoongi carelessly opened the door, Jimin suddenly got so sad. He quietly asked Yoongi to leave and the older boy suddenly felt so guilty. He knew how much Jimin prepared for this moment and Yoongi ruined it. So after that, Yoongi constantly apologized to Jimin and helped him create everything from the beginning so you’ll forget about the first embarrassing time and get a wonderful second. And both you and Jimin couldn’t be angry at such a nice gesture from the soft-harted rapper.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung

Taehyung  is always playful the first 20 minutes before diving between your legs to have a taste of the sweetest dessert. Unlike others, Tae hates to be disrespected or disturbed while he was eating you out, by you or whoever. So when Jungkook kick opened the door while Tae was ravishing you, your lover got so irritated. While you try to hide yourself, Taehyung put his hand on your pelvis making it impossible for you to move, turned to Jungkook, with his saliva and your juices on his mouth and the look of a very angry animal in his eyes. “Leave. Leave Jungkook. Go sleep somewhere else.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

Jungkook was in the middle of delivering one more delicious spank on your butt when Taehyung opened the door worried you were hurt. And the scene in front of him, oh god. You and your delicious naked body bent over Jungkook’s thighs, while he was delivering a spank. And honestly, Jungkook could careless about Taehyung. Tae was his bestfriend and one of Kook’s fantasies was a threesome. So he delivered the smack, making your embarrassed self moan. “I…didn’t mean to-“ stuttered Tae “Join in hyung. I’m just getting started with her.” Taehyung smirked and silently closed the door

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Reaction Masterlist

it’s midnight again
and i’m on my roof top
looking at the constellations
with a cigarette and cold tears running off my face

i’ve listened to the same 3 songs on repeat
hoping that they’d help me
but sadly they only get old
and i only become annoyed and weak

the nights cold breeze freezes me
but i’m okay with it
even though i don’t wanna die
it seems like a pretty good option right now

the moon shines bright
and i see our shadows running off together
but that’s just imaginative
because you never came back

so as i freeze to death on my roof
with my almost burnt out cig
and my music blasting high
maybe i’ll find comfort in the cold

or maybe not
i don’t know
i’m just stupid
and afraid

  • hello yes i have come to deliver soft touches with andrew and neil bc i have a lot of feelings about this as their relationship develops and how both of them get used to having each other around and sinking into the comfortable notion that as long as they have each other they are Safe
  • it starts off fucking small, they’re sleepy and sitting on the bean bags in the living room watching this supremely crap movie, half the lines don’t make sense, there’s no comprehensible plot, the main character keeps not dying in circumstances that should definitely induce some level of death, and there are some of the most cliche lines ever written, but they’re sitting close together, not touching but close enough that they can feel each other’s body heat and its dark and about 3 am so nothing feels completely real yet, it’s just soft and blurry in a comfy way
  • and neil feels sorta warm inside, especially whenever andrew lets out a little huff at the shenanigans occurring on-screen, (how andrew is able to convey so much disdain in a single exhale neil doesn’t know)
  • but he wants to show how much he is enjoying this strange little moment so he catches andrew’s eye next time he looks over and holds up a hand in a silent ‘yes or no?’ and andrew nods in response and neil just gently links their pinkies together like they’re making a promise 
  • andrew does another one of those little huffs but this time it’s laced with a little bit of fondness and he squeezes nails pinky 
  • they fall asleep like that and nicky comes through in the morning and sees them and just grins and decides to leave them to it
  • the first time the rest of the foxes see any of this is at one of their mandatory Team Bonding movie nights at the girl’s room
  • they’re all getting ready to continue neil’s movie education with a Harry Potter marathon and they’re all sorta squished up onto any available surface bc college dorms are not known for their spaciousness, there’s not an available seat anywhere, and andrew isn’t here yet (he likes to make a point of being late to these things just to express that he does not want to come)
  • the movie is just starting when he comes in and there’s no space apart from on the floor and the floor is not gonna cut it if they plan on watching three movies in a row
  • so he stops infront of neil, who has somehow managed to snag a whole half of the sofa to himself and asks ‘yes or no?’
  • neil doesn’t really know what andrew wants but its always a yes
  • and andrew just sorta throws himself on top of neil but gently and makes himself comfortable there while neil doesn’t move bc he isn’t sure what the current boundaries are and the foxes look at each other frantically but don’t say a peep bc they know that if they do andrew would move away and neil looks genuinely happy about this development and no one wants to take that away from him so they just let it pass without comment 
  • andrew just grabs neil’s hands and puts one in his hair and links his pinky with the other while maintaining his most expressionless face and neil is positively grinning now and hiding in in andrew’s shoulder 
  • so now they do hugs and wrapping themselves around each other for comfort, not all the time, bc sometimes it would only make things worse, but when they’re both in a good place it makes them feel grounded 
  • and bc andrew is a little shit he usually shoves his freezing cold feet up against nails legs to warm them up and neil is so fucking done with him but also doesn’t move away, he does heave out the world’s most exasperated sigh tho
  • they also get used to the idea that touch can be good to help on bad days, to give them something to take their minds off it
  • it’s the anniversary of Baltimore and neil is feeling off balance, not the worst he’s ever been but he feels frayed at the edges, like one tug on the wrong thread could unravel him 
  • so they go up to the roof because that’s always been a place that was Theirs, that, despite the risk of taking a wrong step and toppling off the edge, has always felt safe to neil
  • so they sit and dangle their feet off the edge and neil asks ‘yes or no?’ and when andrew says yes he leans over slowly until his head and shoulders are resting on andrews lap and he picks up andrews free hand which isn’t holding a cigarette and places it on his head 
  • andrew raises his eyebrows an amount that would be imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t neil and didn’t categorise all of the minute expressions that crossed andrews face and digs his fingers into neil’s curls, stroking through them  and making them into more of a mess than they already were 
  • and neil feels himself relax and just concentrate on the feeling of andrew’’s fingers landing through his hair and his soft thighs under his head and he feels a little bit better, not completely back to normal, but like normal might be attainable again 
  • they also both draw on each other all the fucking time, leave a felt tip anywhere in their vicinity and half an hour later there’ll be a trail of fox pay fronts winding around andrew’s hands and a scribbled percentage and some random doodles on neil’s
  • the moment that really drives home how fucking far they’ve come, andrew , in particular, comes a couple of years into their relationship (and it is a relationship, despite andrews protests that it’s nothing)
  • its when andrew has been having a particularly good day, he feels lighter inside than usual and he’s been thinking about neil most of the day bc neil is the sort of pest that won’t leave andrew alone for a second, its so stupid and he really should be able to go out to buy ice cream without remembering the time when neil had been instructed by matt to get andrew something for valentines day and had just bought him a fuck tonne of ben and jerry’s bc he couldn’t think of anything else 
  • but andrew gets home and he wants something like its an itch under his skin that he cant quite scratch, he wants to push his boundaries bc bee had been lightly nudging him for weeks about it and he’s poked the idea in his head a lot over the past few weeks and it seems okay
  • so when he finds neil sprawled out on the bed that used to just be his but at some point over the last couple of years had morphed into theirs he tells his to ‘move the fuck over josten honestly this is my fucking bed’ as he pulls off the grey t-shirt that he thinks is his but really it might not be and he lies down on his side with his back to neil
  • neil is already pretty surprised, bc even after all this time he knows andrew doesn’t like having his back exposed
  • and then, to nails even further surprise he hears “touch my back, yes or no?” and fuck he feels so fucking happy bc holy fuck he earned that level of trust holy shit 
  • neil night have been on a championship team for years now, winning two more trophies but this, earning andrew’s trust, is his proudest achievement 
  • so he whispers a yes and then starts to lightly trail his finger tips down andrew’s spine and connect freckles like dot-to-dots and it’s so Gentle 
  • and andrew can feel how careful neil’s being and he feels safe bc even though he can’t see whats behind him, neil’s got his back
5

Ospedale Psichiatrico di Volterra 

Standing at the top of a hill in a forested area near the centre of Volterra, Italy, stands this decaying psychiatric hospital. Once housing over 6,000 patients, this building now contains only empty beds, abandoned wheelchairs, and graffiti. It was once dubbed “the place of no return” because it was said that once you were sent to Ospedale Psichiatrico di Volterra, you never returned home.

It was rife with physical and mental abuse and was infamous for its use of electroshock therapy as well as the grim practice of inducement of comas with insulin. Patients were often sedated, isolated from others and frequently chained to their beds. Patients would also be forced to spend prolonged periods of times in freezing cold baths. Letters and gifts from the patient’s family members on the outside were confiscated so that the patients had a true sense of isolation.

It was eventually closed down in 1978 after the practices used within the walls were deemed as cruel.

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EXO’s Reaction to You Sitting on Their Lap in Public to Tease Them

Xiumin:

At first Xiumin would think nothing of you sitting on his lap, enjoying the skinship. However, when he felt you subtly moving against his crotch he’d freeze, his eyes growing cold. “Jagi..you don’t want to do that,” he’d say, his voice breaking as you pushed harder against him.

Chen:

Chen wouldn’t know what to do with himself, looking everywhere but you and avoiding eye contact with onlookers. He’d gently try to push you as far away from his crotch as possible, and would only giggle nervously when you refused to be moved. “Please don’t do this,” he’d say quietly, sweat forming on his brow.

Baekhyun:

Usually the one teasing rather than being teased, initially Baek would be at a loss at what to do. He’d stare in the distance as you pressed yourself against him, acting casually while you did it. He’d bite his lip and inhale deeply, before leaning in to whisper into your ear: “You’re going to regret this.” 

Chanyeol:

Surprisingly enough, Chanyeol would seem very calm and collected about your teasing…until you noticed his nervous smile. He’d frequently try to slide you off his lap, which would only result in you jostling around on him. Within a few minutes you’d notice something pressing up against you and you’d smirk, knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

Lay:

At first Lay would find your sudden skinship adorable, enjoying being so close to you. However, he soon realized that you had different intentions all together. He’d freeze, his eyes staring straight ahead as you subtly rubbed against him. He wouldn’t say anything, but when you got home you’d be in for some punishment.

D.O:

Poor D.O would be beside himself when it came to any form of public teasing, and this was no exception. You were going to get off him relatively quickly, however he held you back for several minutes, forcing you to stay on him. He’d later confess it was because he had a boner and you were the only thing concealing it.

Suho:

Rather than being aroused, Suho would be more annoyed at you trying to start something while in public. He’d give you a disapproving look, gently pushing you off his lap and shaking his head slightly. Once you were in private he’d lecture you about how being aroused in public was not ideal for him.

Kai:

Though Kai’s a bit of a tease, he’d never physically touch you when in public as was surprised when you went so far as to plop yourself on his lap. “Jagi? What are you—no,” he’d cut himself off when he felt you press yourself against his crotch. He’d shake his head, his cheeks reddening slightly, as he moved you off of his lap and quickly crossed his legs.

Sehun:

Sehun wouldn’t mind your teasing, and would enjoy seeing this side of you. “Ooh, jagiya~ Want to play?” he’d smirk when you began rubbing yourself against him. He would fight back, rubbing his growing bulge against you and murmuring how aroused he was. He’d make sure you stayed on his lap until his erection died down, promising to punish you later.

shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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2009! Phan, Phil teaches Dan how to masterbaute for the first time

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Watching a horror movie at one AM isn’t one of Phil’s brightest ideas, but what else is a boy to do when there’s nothing else on TV but infomercials and confusing foreign films? He’s curled up on the couch with a blanket and some microwave popcorn, trying to convince himself that there’s nothing scary about the terrible acting and laughable CGI playing onscreen. Despite how awfully B-grade the film is, there’s just something about watching it this late while his parents are asleep that was always going to put him on edge. He checks his phone every few minutes, and, while the regularity of it is a plea for distraction, the underlying reason is impatience. He opens his text messages for the eleventh time that hour, but there’s still no reply. He knows Dan most likely just fell asleep and that’s why he hasn’t replied in almost four hours – although it would be strangely early for his nocturnal friend – but there’s still a nagging in his gut each time he checks. It probably comes from a selfish place of him just wanting to talk to Dan, but the horror movie isn’t doing much to calm his nerves. When his Motorola beeps with low battery Phil sighs, admitting defeat and tucking it between the couch cushions to break his constant loop. He settles further down into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders and letting himself become immersed in the plotline. It’s awful, but Phil is both invested and creeped out, so when a loud knock echoes from the front door he jumps about a mile.

‘Shit!’ he squeaks, jolting so violently his buttered popcorn goes everywhere.

His body snaps around and then freezes, staring over the back of the couch in the direction of the front door. His heart is racing but he holds his breath, listening. The rest of the house is completely silent. Who on Earth would be knocking past one AM? Phil tries to rid his mind of all the unhelpful horror situations it’s supplying him and instead thinks rationally. A neighbour, maybe? Some teenagers messing around? Phil lets go of a shaky breath, wondering if he can just ignore it – whoever it is, who are they to know he’s still up?

Phil jumps again at the second knock. He’s not past admitting that he’s scared, but he tells himself that it must be something important if they’re still there. He briefly considers waking up his parents to come check but then scowls, reminding himself he’s twenty-two, for God’s sake. He peels himself off the couch, letting the blanket and waterfall of popcorn fall to the floor, before walking with a new found confidence to the door.

He loses it the moment his hand hovers over the front light-switch. When it comes to making YouTube videos, his overreactive imagination is quite handy, but it’s not so much in this situation. He takes another deep breath, shaking the image of Jeff the Killer from his head, and then unlocks the door. He creeks it open slowly, just far enough to peek through, but when he sees the person on the other side he swings it wide open.

‘Dan?’ he says with utter disbelief, every ounce of his apprehension evaporating.

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