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Entry #4 - Let Me Distract You - Smut - By @mf-despair-queen

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Author: @mf-despair-queen
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 9,263
Prompt:  “I admire your ambition, but question your mental state.”

You tapped your foot rapidly against the floor, glancing at your phone every few minutes. Lydia followed suit, pulling her phone out of her purse to check. You sighed angrily at the blank screen, void of messages. Your eyes glued to the wallpaper on your phone, a picture of you and Stiles, your boyfriend of the last year. He was kissing your cheek while you took a selfie, a giant grin on your face. You smiled slightly, tucking the phone in your pocket.

“Have you gotten any word from them? I haven’t heard from Stiles since they were chaining up Liam for the full moon,” you asked Lydia, seeing her groan in annoyance.

“No. I haven’t heard anything. They should be here by now.” She paused, looking at you. “You don’t think something happened to them, right?”

You sighed again, kicking off the wall you were leaning on. “I’m going to try looking for them.” You took off down the hall, ignoring Lydia’s protests. You pushed open the doors of the school, rushing out into the pouring rain. “Where the fuck are you, Stiles?”

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A Home | Chanyeol

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader
Genre: fluff, slight-but-not-really angst, Hybrid!AU
Words: 7.5k+
Notes: I’m cross-posting all of the fics/scenarios that I’ve written on other websites, pretty much all hybrid AU so far. What an amazing start to the fanfic life <3

Your friend drags you with her to go hybrid shopping for herself and your plan of interacting and then leaving commitment-free is interrupted by an adorable, tall cat hybrid with entirely too much affection and love to share.

Originally posted by captivatesme

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the art of being a gentleman

because who doesn’t want a muggle au? 

James should be thinking about several things.

He should be thinking about his history course work due in two days or his match on Saturday. He should be thinking about the prefect timetable he has yet to organise and he definitely should be thinking about the niggling pain in the back of his knee and if he should mention it to his coach. What he categorically shouldn’t be thinking about is the pretty redhead at his bus stop and how he wants to kiss the colour out of her lips and hold it in his chest.

She’s wearing those bloody jeans again, the same as the week before, that hug her legs and around her waist (and other areas James definitely isn’t looking at). The streetlamps have already clicked on, her skin is woven gold under the amber light.

He can’t look away, won’t look away as she wanders up and down the bus stop, her fingers tapping at her phone screen and her mouth lifting into a lazy smile as she reads a text. Thunderous grey clouds hang heavy in the sky and he wonders if he is going mad, standing in the cold about to be soaked when with one call he could have a car pick him up with complimentary tea and biscuits.

The girl smiles again and he knows he’s going mad because his heart is pumping in his throat and flowers are growing through his ribs. His phones rings and he lifts it to his ear, noticing there is still a smear of blood across his bruised knuckles.

“We need your help,” Sirius tells him. James can hear what he thinks is Pete trying to move a bed. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the bus stop, I need to nip to the flat to grab something.” James tells him, craning his neck to see if the bus is coming. The girl glances at him, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth. James flashes her a grin and blood burns up the neck he so desperately wants to press his lips against.

“I thought that’s what you were doing last week?” Sirius replies.

“Yeah, I just need something else.” James winces at the silence that follows. There’s another crash and Pete is violently swearing.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that redhead who was on the bus last week, would it?”

James can’t stop his eyes flickering to where she stands, leaning against a lamppost, her silhouette cut from the shadows. “Err- potentially- anyway why did you need me?”

“We’re trying to find Moony’s philosophy notes, he’s hidden them.”

He runs his hand through his hair, it needs a wash to get rid of the remnants of mud. “Obviously, last time you used them you spilt gin all over them.”

“That wasn’t my fau- oh you utter bastard you know where they are don’t you?”

James laughs and leans against the crumbling brick wall behind him. “Look, Pads, I’ve got to go, I’ll see you tonight.”

There’s more crashing and what sounds like ‘James you fucker’ before James can press end call. The girl is staring at him, the corner of her mouth twitching. He pockets his phone with a sheepish grin at her. He’s about to ask her something, anything. Words are climbing up his throat and dancing across his tongue, a ballet of letters held between his teeth.

Then the sky opens.

The rain isn’t particularly heavy but it’s the sort that seeps under the skin and lingers in the blood, James’s hair is already damp by the time he gets his hood up. The girl is shivering, her thin jumper soaked through. James’s legs start moving before his brain does, his hands unzipping his rugby bag and fishing out his school hoodie. The girl looks confused, James must too because he’s not really sure what he’s doing.

“Here, it’ll stop you freezing to death.” He says, offering it to her. She reaches for it, uncertainty spilling out of her eyes. “I’m James, by the way.”

“You’re not a serial killer, are you?” she asks once she’s tugged it over her head. He almost misses the question, thinking too much about how she would look in nothing but his rugby shirt.

She’s staring at him expectantly, her brow crinkled ever so slightly.

“Only on Thursdays, you should be safe.”

She laughs, sunlight falling from her lips, her fingers tucking strands of copper hair under the hood. “I’m Lily,” she says. Lily. He nods, it settles in his stomach like it’s always been there, Lily. The rain keeps up it’s symphony on the pavement.

“So how posh are you, on a scale of Eddie Redmayne to Prince William?” she asks. Her eyes are alight, her voice bubbling like cheap champagne. He thinks he might be already drunk.

He raises an eyebrow, pretends to look offended, drinks in the light that’s pouring out of her. “Me, posh? Never.” Her phone beeps but her hands stay tucked in the pockets of his hoodie, he lets a drop of warmth creep into his bones.

“Seriously though, I hear your school fees are insane.”

He glances at the crest stitched into his jacket, into the hoodie, into his skin. Red and gold and laughter and adrenaline and home. “I’m not that posh. Sirius, he’s a lord, but I’m nothing special.”

He knows the weight the name carries, knows the looks in the street, the eyes noting the tie and blazer, the polished shoes and tailored trousers. He knows what they think of, arrogance smirks and burnt fifty pound notes, wrecked cars and opportunities thrown about like paper in a classroom. They’re not all like that, he’s not like that.

“A lord, huh?” she says, “Can you get me his number?”

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Autobiography of Black

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

A/N: This gets explicit really fast so if you’re not into that, please don’t read. Like in all my stories, the relationship is toxic, the story is sad and there are explicit sex scenes.
The reader and Jungkook are from working class families, they live in a building complex(like the one in the pic), which is considered “the poor” part of town. The army duty in this story is not your regular ‘serving in the army for for 2 years’. It’s something we had in my country when they were about to cancel army duty. Younger men only went to the quarters to help out with tasks and they’d go back home every night.
He covers his tattoos, because the army doesn’t allow them. I’ll go through it later to correct any mistakes.

None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners.

You’ve seen him around.

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Picture credit: @jennyyuu
I keep having a recurring dream of dancing in a forest clearing. With a man whose hair changes with ever step we take. We dance to a dark song, yet I feel comfort within this faceless man’s arms as he guides me over the leaves. Do you know what it means? I know I have never meet this man, but I feel as if I know him all too well. I can’t find him, for his hair is forever changing and his face is never there. I can’t find him for he has no name. I will find him, for who gives me the feeling he does within that dream, I know, is that man.

i feel like as a fandom we should have a full-on discussion about auguste headcanons. Like who is this guy??? 

I’ll start: he plays gigs with his guitar at small bars sometimes, he secretly loves starbucks, he appears on literally every pic with his girlfriend and captions it with “i’m so lucky”, his hair is shoulder length but he keeps it in a tiny (manly) ponytail most of the time, his dog is his life, they go running every morning at 6 am, he takes forever to text back unless it’s to his brother or about something important, he has the LOUDEST laugh ever and will not contain it, he can’t wink but plays it off, he loves to bring up embarrassing childhood stories about laurent in front of damen and will ignore how laurent tries to kick him under the table……..

Color Me With Your Affection

Prompt: Dan bugs Phil to beat him up until he obliges.

Warnings: Violent/rough sex, face-slapping, choking, marking, Dom!Daddy!Phil, Sub!Dan

Dan stood in front of the expanse of the bathroom mirror and lightly tugged the collar of his t-shirt off-center. He admired the deep blue, almost black bruises on his collarbones and up his neck, turning his head to be met with a faint blue strip of a bruise pigmenting his cheekbone as well. He passed a thumb over the healing of his split bottom lip feeling oddly.. triumphant. Regal, almost.

Dan liked it rough. Like, really rough. It had been quite the challenge getting Phil to comply with his desires at first, the older man insisting that “It’s abuse, Dan. Spanking you’s one thing, even choking you, sure; but I’m not gonna damn well punch you in the face.” To which Dan retorted “It’s not abuse if I’m literally asking you to do it, Phil. We’re two consenting adults, we can do what we like.” Phil simply shook his head and urged to walk out of the room, and Dan grabbed at the older man’s wrist before tugging at the front of his shirt, grossly whining “Phil Lester.. hurt me” which incited this back and forth between the two of Phil’s “Dan-.. I-, c'mon knock it off, love. Stop.” and Dan’s “Philly, pleeease… please Phil I need it.”

Dan lifted up the bottom of his shirt to be met with almost identical deep purple marks that littered his hips on either side, angry red scratches trailing from the dark spots on his right.

Phil’s resolve only lasted so long. He shook his head frustratedly before rolling his eyes and and slamming Dan against the closed door of their lounge, a hand firmly on the younger man’s neck, but not squeezing. “Daniel,” Phil began, voice low. “There is a difference between me getting passionate and me getting angry. You keep this up and my actions toward you aren’t gonna come from a kind heart, alright?” Dan smirked, and like the cheeky fuck he was.. spat right in Phil’s face.

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Speed Dating - A Drabble

So this is a wee thing to tease all of you for what I have planned to (maybe) release on Friday. Have fun!!! Thanks, as always, for helping me with my writings @outlandishchridhe and @diversemediums!!

This takes place immediately following Dinner Date

Jamie woke happier than he’d been in years, cradling Claire’s warm body against his own. What had happened the night before was more than sex, more than two bodies coming together. It felt as if his soul and hers had intertwined so fully that he could not tell his from hers.

She rolled over, facing him, and her eyes opened slowly. She had the most beautiful eyes, deep and full of intelligence he’d never seen in another person.

“Since you made dinner,” she said softly. “Does that mean I’m responsible for breakfast?”

He shrugged, letting his hands slide down to rest on her rump.

“Aye, if ye like. Or ye could let me cook for ye.”

“That’s probably for the best,” she said, kissing him gently. “I’m not much of a cook,” she whispered in his ear.

Not ready to emerge from their dreamy state, he spent a few minutes touching and kissing her. Just a stroke here, a wee nip there, and he had her as aroused as she had been the night before.

“You know,” she said breathlessly as he suckled one breast. “I could get used to this.”

He pulled his head up briefly to look her in the eye.

“Oh? Ye could get used to me making love to ye every chance I get?”

She grinned lazily and giggled.

“Well, yes, that too. But I could get used to waking up beside you every morning.”

“Mmm,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “Canna say I would mind that either. I dinna want to ever let ye go.”

Claire pushed him onto his back and swung a leg over him.

“It’s strange,” she said, settling into position. “I can’t seem to get enough of you either.”

Hands on her hips, he let his head drop into his pillow while Claire had her way with him. She rode him for all she was worth, fingers digging into the top of his shoulders as she churned. It wasn’t long before she shuddered and shook with pleasure, letting out soft squeaks. Keeping up her steady rocking, she brought on his conclusion as well before she sighed and slid off.

They lay together, legs tangled around each other and Claire’s elegant fingers playing with his hair. He didn’t keep it very long, only long enough to style if he felt like it. It must look a mess after last night.

“You are quite a good lover,” she said with a wicked grin.

“And you,” he growled. “Have the finest arse I’ve ever seen. Or fondled.”

She giggled again, fingers still twirling in his hair.

“It’s such a magnificent shade,” she said quietly. “Or range of shades I suppose.”

If he could only stay like this forever, tangled up with her, he could die a happy man.

“It turns red-gold when the sun hits it just right,” she continued. “And it’s such a deep rusty color on the very bottom.”

He kissed her again, thrilled at the way she noticed the little things about him.

“I’ve a proposition for ye, Sassenach,” he said a moment later.


“What would ye say to coming out to my stables one of these days and lettin’ me teach ye to ride?”

Her heartbeat picked up its pace and she sighed.

“Well… You said you had a good one?”

“Oh aye. And I’ll be the one teachin’ ye. I willna leave that to someone else.”

She considered it for a minute.

“Hmm… I suppose I can manage that. But you’ll have to let me teach you something in return.”

He grinned at her.

“Ye can teach me anything ye like, Sassenach.”

don’t fear the reaper

Summary: Legends tell of a valiant warrior, blessed by the divine, betrayed by the leader he fought so hard to serve, locked into an eternal half-life. Called goblin, this man lives forever, watching the years pass him by, until his fated other half can release him.

(It’s funny, Nico thinks. They say legends are always a little true.)

General Nico di Angelo is killed at noontime, under a sky as blue as his lover’s eyes.

It happens like this, like divine retribution for the guilt he keeps pressed between his fingers. He returns from the war triumphant and blood-stained, followed by a legion of adoring soldiers and whispers of divinity, of spirits, of death. His name has spread across the continent, passed between enemy lips, like a promise. A warning.

If the fates abandon you, and you meet the man with clothes as black as midnight and a sword red as blood, turn back, turn back.

You will not survive him.

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Jonsa bedroom scenario

Okay guys idk what this is but I was chatting with some friends about jonsa+bedroom scenes we’d like to see in season 8 and somehow this thing went from describing a scene to like describing what Sansa is thinking??? Idk what to call it, maybe a heavily embellished headcanon? 😅    Whatever it is, it got me emotional so I thought I’d share with you all! (That is a lie, I’ve been coerced by the aforementioned friends. WHOM I LOVE. You know who you are!

If you know me at all, then you know I’m the laziest bum on the planet, and I’ve quite literally copy/pasted my messages from the chat onto here so please don’t be offended by the complete lack of formatting lol

sansa wakes up first

and they’re facing each other, his arm is slung around her waist and her hands are curled up under her chin

and she looks at him

and just….just looks at him, eyes wide and unguarded cuz nobody’s here that she has to put on a mask for

he’s still asleep

breathing deeply

and her eyes move over his features taking them all in and it’s like she’s fully appreciating how beautiful jon truly is

his fair skin contrasted with his dark unruly curls….maybe a wayward curl over his forehead

his dark lashes

his OBJECTIVELY ADORABLE LITTLE NOSE (come on guys his nose is so cute!!)

and of course his gorgeous soft lips

she’s just gazing at him, not moving, not wanting this moment to end. she feels so safe in his arms even tho he’s asleep. she realizes it’s the safest she’s felt since she left WF as a girl. she realizes this feels more like home than anything has in years.

she blinks once, twice, slowly and there’s the barest quirk of her lips

and then jon begins to stir, his arm tightening around her waist and she watches as his eyelashes flutter

revealing his beautiful warm brown eyes

and for his part he wakes up, sees her sparkling blue eyes trained on him, and smiles softly because that is like the best way to wake up

“Good morning,” he says softly. His voice is extra raspy and sexy with sleep. Her gaze flits to his lips and back to his eyes, her own still shining with wonder


she feels him gently drag his knuckles up and down her arm



all at once she remembers her father’s words

a promise he’d made to her when she was still a girl

she hadn’t thought of that conversation in years, had hardly remembered it happened what with all the tragedy that came so soon after

but Jon’s sweet touches are making goosebumps rise on her arm and she remembers her father’s words now

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prompt: ssmonth day 23, it was always you.

summary: innumerable heart of the wind / fluttering over our silence of love.   -pablo neruda

note: i missed writing for you all. ssmonth is like christmas. ❀

she’s different now, and he can’t help noticing. were he less prudent, he might have asked the dobe just what it was that made her scurry off to work each time he came around, or why it was she could look him in his stupid face but never at sasuke. he wonders if he wears it on his face each time, the seed of disappointment that digs deeper and deeper into his gut. “she needs time,” kakashi spoke to him one day, his nose deep in the pages of his orange paperback, “give her that, she’ll come around.” this was a level of transparency sasuke would never get used to.

he isn’t certain just when he started keeping mental tabs of her weekly schedule, only that he made it a point to be at hokage tower in the early evenings on tuesdays and on thursday mornings, or near the hospital just about every other day. false coincidence was the name of the game. their encounters were as brief as a short walk down the street, or up the stairs; the leisure of conversation would occasionally bring a soft smile to her face. but something always turned sour, something silent and nagging within her eyes. gaze averted, she would excuse herself to her tasks. peace times were packed with daily tedious work; sasuke never could have imagined hating the sight of her walking away as much as he did now. he definitely never imagined going as far as asking naruto.

“does she hate me,” he spoke one day, a tone low enough that it hardly escaped the low hum of life on the street outside of ichiraku.

naruto set his bowl down mid-sip, and sasuke felt his gut seize up. it couldn’t be a great sign when the human ramen vacuum stopped eating.

the blonde scratched his head, pensively, “it’s definitely not that…” blue eyes grew more reluctant, his foot tapped nervously, “she says she’s just…not sure.”

not sure? sasuke wanted to say, about what? about me? about my character? about loving someone who has quite literally just hurt her over and over and-? sasuke composed himself, “she said that?”

naruto nodded, “i guess she just,” he shrugged, “doesn’t know what you want.” he was silent at this, feeling the tension collect in his shoulders, along with the ever-increasing sinking feeling he experienced when he tried to begin to fathom what he might say to her. 

“hn,” he finally responded, pushing his empty teacup away.

blue eyes turned to meet the side of sasuke’s impenetrable expression. “what exactly do you want, sasuke?”

sasuke put his half of the tab down and exited the stand.

it’s friday, roughly half an hour after her shift at the hospital has ended. he figures just a half hour off work, she’d be taking her time, ambling her way home at a calm pace. it was a nice night. there were three discernible routes from the hospital to her house. the road most traveled crossed through the akimichi bridge. she loves that stupid bridge, he notes, crossing through the various channels of the village, wondering all the while if he has his timing right. the red of the bridge comes into view as he crosses a corner, eyes searching wildly for any trace of pink in the falling night. there, he catches sight of her at just the other end of the bridge, crossing leg after leg down the lane, face upturned to the stars. he wants to stay there, in the shadows, witnessing the small joy of her walking home on a clear spring evening.

just her, and a stupid bridge, and the stars.

he can’t help himself as his feet start carrying him across the bridge, or his voice as it rises up to meet her, “sakura.”

and he can’t help the way his mouth goes dry and every salient thought shoots directly out of his mind as she looks at him with those damned eyes. he wants to tell her just how suffocating it is when she looks at him like that. 

she doesn’t open her mouth to speak, but she looks at him, and for a moment, he wonders just how much she knows.

“i don’t know why it is things aren’t normal for us,” his voice is even, if only a little too low, “and i don’t know why it seems like neither of us can say something-” he stops. her eyes are steady on his own, he finally notices, unblinking, sincere. suffocating.

“you’re looking at me,” he says.

“you’re looking at me,” she somewhat shrugs, her voice low.

“you never look at me.” anymore. he doesn’t mean to be confrontational, but his eyes do not waver. 

green eyes grow deeper in their dolefulness, “i don’t always know that i can.”

this, he tries to breathe, i didn’t account for this. suddenly, every memory comes rushing into him, a life of regrets he can’t swallow and words, actions, he can’t right. pink hair flying into the open air, lost; emerald eyes searching for goodness where it does not live. please, sasuke-kun. he feels for a moment he might just blow away, ashes into the wind, just scattered. her eyes are so clear even in the dark; he knows he’s been here before. all those years ago, looking at her just as he is now—it’s been so long, and she’s finally here.

“sakura,” he speaks her name, hoping she can feel for a moment just how good it is to say it. she looks like she’s preparing, her eyes are dry, bracing for the force.

“i’m going to kiss you,” he says, taking steps toward her, “if you don’t want that, that’s okay. but i’m going to, if you let me.”

her face is composed and beautiful in the moonlight, a graceful yet indiscernible pain growing in her expression as he draws closer. prudently, he reaches his hand up to move the hair from her face. his breath hitches in his throat as she closes her eyes, allowing him to sweep his thumb down the length of her jaw. something stirs in her expression, softening slowly.

he places a kiss on her lips, soft and grateful.

holding her face in his hand as he pulls back, he speaks, “i can’t stay here.”

she opens her eyes at his words, the pain in her face deepens in the slightest, but she does not look away.

“but please let me know i can keep coming back.” to you.

thought consumes her expression as she looks at him now, as she reaches up to touch him. he relaxes beneath the graze of her lithe fingers on his face, wondering absently if he would ever wish to feel this again should she reject him. nothing feels like this, he knows. no one is like her.

“as long as you keep coming back,” she speaks in a voice even and assuring, hands clearing the hair from his eye-line. her gaze is strong, holding his own, keeping him on the ground.

sasuke wishes to stay here forever, breathing her in, frozen in this night.

Teenage Feysand Pt. 4

Part 1               Part 2               Part 3

Warning: This chapter has references to sexual abuse

A lot of Angst in this. Don’t shoot me. Also, parallels to the actual books in this part, so all rights to Sarah J. Maas.


I was awoken by the sound of footsteps on stone. I sat up and slumped back against the wall behind me. The rigid stone cut into my back, but the pain was a welcome feeling to the dread that had washed over me. I had been down in this cell for what felt like days.

No one spoke to me. No one brought me food or water. I sat alone and stared at the walls around me, drowning in my own thoughts. That was when the flashbacks started hitting me:

I was in a different cell, the walls covered in my blood from my most recent punishment. The King of Hybern was smiling down at my broken form with wicked delight. I looked up at him with a promise of death in my eyes. I knew when I had chosen to take my sisters’ place as his prisoner that it would be hell. Hell was only the beginning of what I was experiencing. I was beaten daily to the point when death was ready to take me away, but he would always heal my wounds and bring me back. This day, I had refused to do my daily chore of cleaning his chambers, and he had beaten me with a large staff until every rib was cracked, and I blacked out due to the pain.

“Such a naughty little human. Tell me, Feyre, if you do not like to make my bed, why don’t you do me the honor of lying in it?” the king whispered as he shook me awake with his booted foot. The pain was so severe that I vomited all over his shoes. He only laughed darkly, “I won’t have you if you are in this state. Do feel better, and remember that you can stop this at any time by agreeing to my offer.” With that, he walked out of my cell, and I was once again left to lay on my small pallet of clothing scraps.

I would never accept his offer as long as I was still breathing. He wanted to attempt to turn me into High Fae by using an extraction spell to steal power from the High Lords across the sea in Prythian. The very thought of becoming anything like those awful creatures made me want to end my suffering by my own hand.

As I lay down that night, I thought of the sky. Not the vast blue of the day. That had always reminded me of the time my family worked in the fields as slaves to those beasts. No, I thought of the night sky, with stars as far as I could see. I cried myself to sleep as I did every night since I was brought to that forsaken castle, and prayed that I’d one day get to see the night sky again.

I was pulled from the memory by the sound of the iron door of my cell being unlocked. I sat up from where I had slumped against the wall and craned my neck to see who was coming through that door. My heart jumped as I saw a head of black hair come into the room, but my face fell when I realized it was only one of the guards.

“The High Lord would like to see you now for questioning,” the young male said as he made to help me up. I almost balked at the kindness, but allowed him to pull me up. My legs barked in pain at the effort it took to walk after hours in a sitting position. I straightened my back despite the protest from my aching muscles and held my head high with pride. The guard led me down a dark corridor to a stone staircase. When he motioned for me to go first, I must have looked shocked because he simply said, “You may be a prisoner, Miss, but you’re still a woman, and I will always allow a woman to go first. It is common courtesy.” I gave him a tight smile that he took as gratitude for his chivalry, and we began our trek up the long staircase. Three hundred stairs up, he motioned for me to veer off down another hall to the right of the landing. I let him lead this time, calculating how much of a threat he may really pose if I decided to make my escape. He seemed to know what I was thinking because his hand never left the weapon at his side. After what seemed like a lifetime of walking, he finally stopped at a thick wooden door.

He opened it a moment later and motioned for me to go inside. I walked into the room cautiously and felt my heart drop when I looked around the room. I was not afraid of the High Lord of the Night Court perched at the head of the long obsidian table that took up most of the room. No, what made my stomach turn and bile rise in my throat was the Hybern commander that was sitting next to him.


Never in my life had I been so…furious with anyone. When my father had sent Feyre away, my first instinct was to shove him as hard as I could. I let the leash on my power slip as I shoved him, and the entire mountain of which the camp sat upon shook. Fear, genuine fear, flashed in my father’s eyes as he was slammed back into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. He winnowed a second later before I could land another blow. Coward, I thought as I beheld the wall where he’d just been. There, inside the plaster, was a perfect imprint of my father’s body.

A dark smile ghosted my lips at the damage, but it quickly faded as I realized the events that had just taken place.

My mother stood at the entrance to our dining area with her arms wrapped around her delicate body. I walked to where she was standing and took her into my arms, squeezing so hard I’m sure it hurt, but she was the only thing keeping me from exploding. She squeezed me just as hard and rubbed my back.

“I will forever be grateful for all your father has given me since we mated, but I will never forgive him for the decisions he is choosing to make,” my mother whispered into my chest. I nodded my agreement and stroked her hair.

“We’re going to get her back, Mom, and you can be the one to beat Father’s ass for this,” I replied with a breathy, humorless laugh. Her returning laugh mirrored mine as she looked up and stroked my cheek.

“I do not wish to see your father ever hurt, but I cannot wait to see what an amazing ruler you will become. My darling, Rhys,” she said and then she was walking out onto the porch of our tiny house.

“Cassian! Azriel! I know you’re circling above this house. Get down here this instant. There is no time for sulking when your brother’s…girlfriend—crush? — is trapped in that godsforsaken place,” my mother shouted into the night. My brothers swooped down from where they indeed had been flying in circles over the house, waiting for my father’s departure. Cassian looked like he was ready for bloodshed, and Azriel’s arms were already cloaked in shadows. I’m sure I looked as distraught as I felt because Cassian cringed when his eyes fell to my face.

“Dude, I want her back too because, let’s be honest, she’s damn good to look at, but I didn’t realize you were whipped already,” he said as Azriel quickly smacked the back of his head.

“That is not helpful at all, Cassian, and as I recall, Rhys was the only one who held you while you cried when your favorite stuffed animal got its head ripped off,” Az said.

Cassian looked at Azriel incredulously and rubbed the back of his head. “HE was the one who ripped Mr. Twinkle’s head off!”

My mother looked between the three of us and shook her head as if she was rethinking why she ever had children, much less took in two more. We all smiled at her innocently.

“So here is the plan,” she said slowly to get every point across, “We are winnowing to the Hewn City, which is where Rhysand’s father has Feyre. Cassian, Az, you two are to get Rhysand into the dungeon without anyone triggering the alarm. I will distract my mate while you get Feyre out. She probably won’t be in the greatest of shape, but she will have to at least stand. Understand what we must do?”

We nodded our agreement, and I grabbed Cassian and Az as we disappeared into stars and dust. 


My old tormentor, the one who beat me all those times for the king, was seated next to Rhysand’s father, talking as if they were old friends. Amarantha turned to me when Rhysand’s father addressed my presence and flashed me her infamous blood red smile. A wave of nausea hit me as I remembered those teeth grazing my breasts. The memories must have flashed in her mind too because her gaze drifted down my body lazily.

I had been starving then, so she was taking in the new, full curves of my well-fed body. Her black eyes seemed to light up as they drank in the new hard planes of my stomach. Rhysand’s father watched our interaction with cool amusement.

“I wonder what my son would say if he found out that you once preferred females,” he said amusedly. I did not let the disgust show on my face.

“I did not prefer females. I did not have a choice in the matter at all”

Amarantha straightened at that and rolled her eyes. “Come on Fay-ruh,” she said, drawing out my name as if it were a plea coming from her lips, “We had fun together. Don’t you remember the way I made you beg?”

I did remember. I also remembered that whenever I refused to pleasure her, I would find myself tied to a table and tortured, both sexually and just physical pain, until I was bedridden for days. I distinctly remember screaming when I relieved myself because of how sore and raw I was. I shuddered then, and she took that as a sign that I was getting turned on. She stood and made to come circle me like a lion circling wounded prey. I whimpered when she fisted her hands into my hair and leaned to whisper in my ear.

“Remember when I would grab you like this and fuck you?” she hissed and snatched my head back. I cried out in pain as tears stung my eyes. The High Lord of the Night Court made a tsk tsk noise, and Amarantha reluctantly let go and sat down again.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, wiping the tears that escaped down my cheeks. Rhysand’s father looked bored as he replied, “I merely want to know what power roils in your veins as we speak. Since you were Made, and you possess some of Beron’s gifts, I am curious as to who else’s powers that you stole.”

“I stole nothing. These powers were given to me, and it was not my choice,” I said and I cursed myself as my voice wavered. Amarantha purred at the quiver in my voice and licked her lips. I cringed and focused my attention anywhere but on that sadist. Rhysand’s father merely snapped his fingers, and another guard came in and escorted me out. He was not courteous like the last guard, and he shoved me down the hall and into what appeared to be a giant throne room.

“Kneel, bitch,” the guard hissed and kicked the back of my knee with such force that I fell to the ground. Black splintered in my vision as I tried and failed to lift myself up. Amarantha’s laugh drifted to me from the throne she now sat upon. Rhysand’s father looked at me as if I were a fly that had been circling too long and was about to be swatted.

Just then, someone pulled me up onto my knees and slapped my face. The stinging in my cheek was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling in my chest. My heart, my still-human heart, was breaking at the hands of the father of the boy that I…

I couldn’t bring myself to even think those words now because I would never get the chance to say them. I just bowed my head and accepted the blows as they came.


We winnowed into a long corridor that led to the stairwell that would take us down into the dungeons. Cas and Az slipped off into the shadows to despose of any guards that may come looking. I began walking down the stairs two at a time. I reached out with my power to see if I could slip into Feyre’s mind. I was so entranced that I didn’t see the guard to my left until I received a blow to the head. I whirled and kicked out, bringing the guard to his knees. I held his mind and rendered him unconscious. Before I could alert Cassian and Az, I was hit from behind again. Consciousness slipped from me as I heard the guard laugh.

I awoke to a female scream piercing the air. I groaned as I sat up and rubbed the back of my head where a lump was surely forming. I looked around to see that I was in the throne room of the Hewn City, and I was not alone. My mother was staring at the floor and trying to escape the grip my father had on the back of her dress. Cassian and Azriel were restrained by a group of guards in the corner of the room. I felt a sense of pride at the bruises on the guards, the evidence of my brothers’ struggle to be held. A woman with deep auburn hair and obsidian eyes was seated on my father’s throne. But all of this slipped away as my eyes fell to the beautiful body of a girl crumbled on the ground.

“Feyre!” I shouted as I tried to crawl towards her. I was met with a shield of hard air. I slammed my power against it, but the wall wouldn’t budge.

“Rhys,” Feyre groaned and turned her bloodied face towards my voice. I could see the bruises forming on her cheeks and counted how many there were. That was how many hours I was going to take killing everyone that had touched her.

The auburn-haired woman stood from the throne then and walked to where Feyre lay. Slowly, so slowly, she pressed her heeled foot into Feyre’s side. Feyre screamed in agony, and I vomited all over the floor.

“Please, leave her alone. Please,” I begged. The woman turned to me then and cold amusement flashed across her face.

“I guess this is the one you left me for, Feyre,” she said in a cheery voice, “I wonder how good he’d feel to play with. Shall we see?” She started making her way towards me.

Even broken and bleeding, Feyre stood and shoved the woman away from me. “Amarantha, if you so much as lay a finger on him, I will kill you.”

The woman, Amarantha, laughed, and I watched in horror as she summoned a knife from somewhere and shoved it through Feyre’s chest.

I screamed. Not because the girl I was in love with fell to the floor, but because I felt the knife as if she had stabbed me instead. The wall of air shattered as Feyre hit the ground, and I crawled to her, a puddle of blood already pooling below her.

“No, no, please no,” I whispered as I pulled Feyre into my lap, “Hey, Fey, look at me. Don’t stop looking at me, okay? Listen to my voice.”

She nodded and kept her gray eyes locked with mine. I could see it then, like a black chain between me and Feyre, that now shined like brilliant gold.

“Mates…” she whispered as the realization clanged through her. Despite the situation, I smiled down at her and brushed a piece of hair from her face, “Mates,” I whispered back.

Her face was pale, so so pale, but she smiled back at me. My father’s gasp filled the room as he sensed the bond between Feyre and I. As he realized he had allowed his son’s mate to be killed in his court. I looked at him then with simmering rage etched into my features.

Amarantha was still holding the knife when Feyre whispered, “I love you, Rhysand,” and let her eyes close.

“No…Feyre! Feyre! Wake up. Please baby wake up,” I begged as tears fell down my face. I snarled when Amarantha took a step towards us and instantly misted her into a blast of blood. My mother’s scream pierced the air as Feyre’s body slumped against my chest.

My father, utterly horrified, stepped down off the dais and over to where I sat cradling my dying mate in my arms.

“Son, I had no idea. I thought that she was some sort of spy. I didn’t want to risk it with the coming war with Hybern. Amarantha had contacted me before and told me of Feyre’s past dealings with Hybern. I had no idea she was your mate. I swear it,” he said. He looked back to where my mother was sobbing on the floor, but she did not meet his gaze. A sob broke from my lips as I stroked Feyre’s hair.

“Just bring her back,” I said as I looked down at her face. He looked from me to Feyre and then back to me. Darkness flared from his hand as he laid it against Feyre’s bleeding chest. I reached out for her mind and felt a sliver of life still there. I stroked the walls of her mind gently with my power, trying to coax her to come back to me.

I grabbed that chain between us and snatched it.

I felt her draw in a breath, and relief clanged through me as she opened her gray eyes to glance up at me.

“So, does this make us even for me leaving you on that bank?” she said and groaned as she tried to sit up but failed. A broken laugh escaped my lips as I crashed my mouth to hers.

She kissed me back just as hard until she winced in pain. I leaned down and rested my ear against her chest. We sat like that, with her in my lap and my head against her chest listening to her heart beat, for hours. My father left the throne room after begging my mother to forgive him, to which she told him to go to hell. She came over to where we were clinging to each other and told us to go get some sleep while they sorted this mess out.

I flew Feyre to our moonstone palace at the top of the mountain and laid her feet on the floor of the large bathroom.

I grabbed a wash cloth and some soap and handed it to her. She cleaned her face and neck as best she could. I gave her my shirt so she could change out of her ripped clothes. When she made her way out of the bathroom, I picked her up and laid her onto the bed gently.

She reached out for me when I turned to leave, so I crawled into the bed next to her, wrapping her as tightly in my arms as she could stand it with her injuries.

“You never said it back,” she whispered sleepily.

“What?” I asked softly.

She leaned up slightly and winced with the weight of propping herself up, “I told you I loved you, and you didn’t say it back.”

I looked at her incredulously, “Did you miss the part where I begged my father to bring you back to me? I thought that was ‘I love you’ enough,”.

She rolled her eyes and replied, “Just say it. Unless it’s not true.”

I shook my head but pulled her tighter to my chest.

“Feyre, you are a pain in my ass. You are the biggest tease I have ever met. You make me want to choke you daily, and fuck you until neither of us can walk,” I said as her eyes widened, “But, I am irrevocably in love with you. I think I have been since that day you dismissed me like I wasn’t a future high lord. You make me feel normal. I love you, Fey. I felt it today when you almost died, and it felt like my entire world had been ripped from me. Don’t do that ever again.”

She smiled and nuzzled deeper into my chest, “I love you too, Rhys. I guess I’ll try not to die again.”

When I felt Feyre’s breathing even out, I finally allowed sleep to take me.

Bad Boy!Taehyung

MY BBY, my squish, my loveliest lil love this got kinda long bc I l o v e Tae and I especially love bad boy!tae also did you guys see the pic of Jin that was posted bc I’m so ?!?!?!?! (also happy birthday Jinnie!) over it but onto bad boy!tae

  • Visuals first
  • Lip piercing (probably snake bites bc have you ever seen edits of tae with snake bites hell yes) definitely a tongue piercing, probably an eyebrow piercing
  • Has a sleeve on one of his arms probably has a reference tattoo to his favorite anime/manga character on there somewhere
  • His hair is forever a different color
  • He has purple for a few months then it’s blonde for a month then it’s black for a week then it’s back to brown and you can’t even keep up tbh
  • He’s always in his leather jacket and skinny ripped black jeans and these worn out boots
  • I’m sure everyone remembers War of Hormone!Tae bc that is bad boy!Tae is a 5 minute video
  • He’s a natural flirt, even when he doesn’t mean to be
  • Doesn’t help that anyone who catches his attention for more than just a passing gaze basically melts bc that boy is n i C e
  • He doesn’t really get into the fighting aspect but if any of his boys ever need some help he’s not gonna hold back
  • So he tends to use his voice to his advantage when it comes to scaring people off
  • He just gets this look in his eyes that’s basically daring anyone to try and start something and then he deepens his voice a bit
  • “Is there a problem?”
  • He’s always with either Jimin or Kook who are both the fighters of the group so if anyone does decide to say something he has immediate backup (not that he needs it bc Tae can handle himself but it’s nice to know)
  • Forever has a lollipop
  • You two meet really randomly tbh
  • You of course shared a few classes but he always sat in the back with Jimin and you always sat in the front
  • You were in the library to find a book for your upcoming project when you hear the door open and immediately two boys’ loud voices are echoing into the once silent library
  • The librarian immediately shushes them and you can hear them snickering but they do quiet down a bit
  • The only reason they’re bothering with the project is bc Jimin bet Taehyung that he could get a higher grade and Tae wasn’t one to back down from a challenge
  • They separate to find their books and Tae happens to choose the aisle you’re in
  • You’re minding your own business, curled up against the shelf with your earphones in and a book in your lap
  • He just takes the lollipop out of his mouth and crouches down next to you to see what you’re reading
  • He gives you a lil smirk when you look up and asks you for your help
  • He explains the bet and how he really wants that week worth of Jimin having to do whatever he tells him to 
  • At first you’re kinda rolling your eyes bc you actually cared about getting a good grade for the sake of passing but these boys just considered it a game but the more he talks, the more interested you are
  • He’s got this vibe that makes you want to know everything about him, why is his hair orange? why the lollipop? why the tattoos? and you figure now’s your chance to find all of that out
  • So you say yes and he gives you this wide grin that shouldn’t go along with the leather and piercings but somehow does
  • It all happens really quickly honestly
  • You two aren’t three study sessions in before he’s asking you on a date
  • You tell him you’ll only go out with him if he gets a good grade on the project and that just gives him another reason to work harder bc he actually really likes you
  • The day he gets his results back, he waits until you’re out of your last class for the day to hold the paper up with a proud look in his eyes bc 97% qualifies as a “good grade”
  • He takes you to this lil arcade for your first date
  • Turns out the "bad boy" is actually a large child
  • He’s louder than the actual machines and he’s running from game to game and vows to win enough tickets to get you one of the big prizes
  • At first you’re a bit confused bc when he showed up to pick you up, he was all cocky smirks and flirty lines but the second he stepped into the arcade it’s yells and jumping up and down in excitement
  • You decide to just go along with it and find yourself jumping along with him and getting just as competitive as he did
  • When you two were playing the basketball game, he comes up behind you and grabs your hands to guide you when you throw the ball and it’s really casual and smooth but you can feel his heartbeat against your shoulder and you feel it beat faster so you know it wasn’t as casual as he made it seem
  • You two end up deciding to ditch the idea of a huge prize and just get a bunch of little ones
  • You walk away with a bag full of goodies and a plastic tiara on your head
  • Halfway back to your house, you lean over and place the tiara onto his head 
  • He just gives you this look of “really?” but he’s actually holding back laughter and he ends up letting you get away with it
  • You two fall in love pretty quick tbh
  • He’s not hard to love to begin with but when you have him passing notes to you in class and getting you to sneak out with him and basically just making each and every day fun, it’s hard not to love him
  • He’s the type to carve both of your initials into a tree trunk and that’s where you two have your first kiss
  • He has a habit of letting himself into your home bc your parents absolutely adore him bc he was the politest lil bby whenever he was around them
  • You often wake up to find him asleep next to you and at first you’re so ??? bc when the hell did he get into your house but eventually you get used to it
  • He’s a total sleep cuddler
  • Whenever he stays over, you always somehow end up in his arms, you could be on the complete other side of the bed but when you woke up, you’d be tucked into his side
  • He also really likes being the lil spoon but he’d never admit that bc this is bad boy!tae
  • But whenever he’s around you, he’s not all that concerned about keeping his reputation up
  • Whenever he wakes up with you, he always take a moment to look at you and he’s basically just majorly in love
  • Wakes you up with kisses
  • G I G G L E S
  • So much giggling
  • Especially when it’s late at night
  • He’s such a pillow talker and most of the times he doesn’t even make sense bc one second he’s talking about penguins and the next he’s asking what the meaning of life is
  • His voice is lazy and his fingers are slowly trailing up and down your spine and he’s just staring up at the ceiling and letting anything and everything he thinks about out
  • You find out a lot about him in those moments bc that’s when it’s just true and there aren’t any walls up around either of you
  • He also loves playing with your hair while you two are just laying there talking about the future but also talking about puppies
  • It’s just basically the cutest relationship filled with smirks and lollipop sharing and giggles and s o many kisses and affection and I want bad boy!Tae tbh

hello loves! this is my first headcanon about wolfstar in this senario, and my first ever public headcanon, so please enjoy!

this is for my lovely fandom mom @malfoyv, love you <3

-remus is a barista at starbucks.
-he loves it there because he can get free employee discounts for coffee (that and stress are about the only things that keep himgoing), and he needs the money to keep going to college and get his degree.
-he is having a particularly shitty day when Sirius walks in, hair windswept from riding his motorcycle on the way there.
-sirius, james, and lily are all hanging out outside (since there is a long ass line and they have to wait forever)
-james and lily go first because sirius had to park his motorcycle somewhere
-when sirius sees remus, he just goes *slackjawed*
-like remus was the best looking guy he’d ever seen
-hOt DaMN <- Sirius’s first thought
-hazel eyes, tussled hair, so freakin’ TALL
-when remus first sees sirius, he is internally swearing because LOOK AT SIRIUS
-but remus is good at keeping his emotions intact and puts on a professional face
-“how may I help you today?”
-sirius is STILL STARING like what are you doing man?
-“ummm…what today is good- I MEAN, what’s good for you–I MEAN…”
-while sirius is struggling, remus is trying soo hard not to laugh because sirius is so goddamn hot yet he can’t stop stuttering
-remus decides to save sirius from embarrassment and says “you mean what’s good today? like our specials?” with *that* look
-sirius is so flustered and is blushing everywhere
-he finally just goes “yeah”
-but BOY he doesn’t know what he started
-remus, my dude, LOVES his coffee and goes on rants DAILY
-so when this hot af guy asks him what’s good looking like that, you know he’s going to lose his shit and ramble to eternity
-five minutes later, when most of the line is gone because peter, his coworker, handles like pretty much all of the line, remus finally floats back to reality
-sirius is staring at him, mouth open, grey eyes sparkling, and he is the only one left to handle
-remus looks back at him for 5 seconds
-“so…I think i’ll have a mocha latter and your number ;)”
-remus just nods really fast and does the whole process silently
-because he doesn’t want to mess up whatever he has with sirius rn
-but sirius just stares at remus, drinking him in
-and frantically trying to think of more pickup lines
-because he really likes remus
-and he wants to get to know him better
-after sirius gets his coffee and remus finishes his shift
-remus gets a text saying “see you tomorrow beautiful;)”
-three weeks later, after remus and sirius have been texting nonstop and seeing each other at starbucks almost everyday during remus’s shift
-remus gives sirius his usual (mocha)
-but when sirius sees the pickup line remus normally writes there (because let’s be honest, remus is WAYY better at this)
-all he sees is “date at 7?” with a little heart
-and he is SHOOK
-I mean, that is literally the CUTEST way to ask someone out
-and remus is just in front of him, shyly smiling
-because inside, remus is FREAKING OUT
-but sirius doesn’t know what to say
-so he just smiles really big
-and that’s remus’s cue to relax
-because they both know it’s a yes
-to finish it off
-remus bends over the counter and
-and says “later love”

-and… that is it! :)

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Trans!alex prompt: Doing hair/getting a haircut? Debates about coffee?

Alex would get haircuts occasionally. Not much, just a bit of a trim to keep his hair at shoulder level and the dead ends at bay. 

He was just walking back to his dorms when Thomas texted to meet him in the school coffee shop. Alex huffed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes, before setting off in the opposite direction and sending a quick text back to Thomas that he’ll be there in under ten minutes.

When he arrived a few minutes later he spotted his boyfriend sitting alone at a table and went to sit next to him. Thomas, who was previously looking down at his phone, glanced up at Alex and pushed a cup of coffee toward him. Alex took it gratefully from him and sipped at it’s hot contents.

“Hey, so what’s up?” Alex asked, placing the coffee back down on the table.

“Well,” Thomas started, without looking up, “I have an issue.” 

Alex took another sip out of his coffee, eyeing Thomas for a minute and when he realize that he wasn’t going to continue, Alex sighed and asked, “So what’s the issue then?”

Thomas grinned, finally putting his phone away and looking up at Alex. He blinked a couple of times, his grin widening, when he said, “You got a haircut, didn’t you?” 

Alex started, surprised, “Uh, yeah. I’m leaving it down for a bit, but the issue?”

“Right, right. Anyway, it looks good.” Thomas added, “But yes, the issue I have. So. Coffee.”

Alex stared at Thomas, his mouth open. “Coffee? Your issue is with…. Coffee?” 

Thomas sat back in his seat, arms crossed. “That’s right. You know it’s practically a drug right? Like, people can get addicted to that shit. I mean, how many cups of coffee do you drink a day?”

“Is this some kind of intervention or something?” Alex asked light heartedly, “Because if so, I’m just gonna go.”

Thomas went on, ignoring Alex, “I’m guessing you drink over five cups a day, I mean, that can’t be healthy.”

“Oh my god, you’re serious.” 

“And statistics say that you could be hospitalized if you drink more than eight. Eight cups a day! If I remember correctly you drink at least ten!” Said Thomas, motioning at Alex.

Alex sat back as well, grinning, amused. “Says you, aren’t you the one who bought me this cup here? I’m fine.”

“Ah yes, but what if I told you that what you’re drinking there, is decaf?” Said Thomas in a challenging tone, obviously eyeing Alex with interest at what he would say next.

Alex almost wanted to laugh. This whole situation was quite ridiculous, but he decided to play along. “Decaf?” He said, faking his shock. “How could you? You know I can’t survive without caffeinated coffee. Thomas, why have you done this?”

“I just wanted to see the effects of what was to come.” Thomas admitted.

“And here I thought…. I thought we had something special, Thomas. I’m shocked, really.” Alex replied overly dramatic as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “I feel it already, my body weakening.”

At this, Thomas laughed, which actually shocked Alex. “Oh god damn, I couldn’t keep a straight face.” he said, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to hold back his glee. “You’re so dramatic, I knew you wouldn’t take me seriously.”

And Alex laughed too, he keeled over with laughter, hiding his face in his hands. The two of them laughed for what seemed forever, but eventually they pulled themselves together and sighed happily.

“But really, your hair does look nice.” Thomas finally said, his smile wider than ever.

“Thanks, love.” Alex replied, reaching for his coffee and then pausing. “Is it really decaf though?”

Thomas couldn’t help but burst out laughing again.

As the Clock Strikes Midnight: Yandere!2p Japan x Reader

This is the fanfiction that @blog-that-reblogs won from my giveaway! The story is loosely based off of Cinderella, which was really fun to write. As a side note, I used 2p Japan’s human name, Kuro, since I felt like it helped with the flow of the story. But that’s enough from me, so go ahead and enjoy the story! ^^  

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Everyday (Brad Simpson Smut)

He’s just got to have you any time, any day.



I wake up, reaching to feel Brad but nothing. I open my eyes and see that he isn’t beside me. Strange. He normally stays in bed with me every morning. Maybe he had to get ready for work early. Although, his schedule has been free even after moving to our new apartment just two weeks ago. I check the time, it’s only 9 am.

I get out of bed to look for him. I check our bathroom and kitchen but no sign of Brad. I let out a sigh of relief as I spot his curly hair peeking from the couch.

“Hey, there you are”, I say as I walk towards him. My jaw drops as I take in the sight before me.

“I was waiting until you woke up. I was worried I’d be waiting forever then I’d have to cover up so I wouldn’t get cold.”

I just blinked at him. I was speechless. Never did I think I’d ever find my boyfriend in nothing but his birthday suit laying on the couch.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to join me?” he asks, breaking the silence.


“Not something you see everyday”, he laughs. “Here, I’ll help you out.” He stands up and starts undressing me. I shiver a little bit as I become fully naked. “Let me warm you up, babe.” He lies back down on the couch, motioning me to join him. His arms take me in, the warmth radiating off his body.

He leaves kisses on my body from my back to my shoulders then inching closer to my neck, my weak spot. As he gets closer I can feel my heartbeat increase. Goose bumps form and hairs rise as soon as his lips meet my neck. I let out a few moans from the feeling. It only took a couple of seconds before I could feel how hard he is.

I feel around for him then smirk to myself as I find what I was looking for. I take him into my free hand and begin pumping. He stops kissing my neck. “Fuck”, he curses under his breath. I keep going then stop.

I face him, looking straight into his eyes. “I want you right now Brad.”

“Anything for you.” He positions himself so he can enter me with ease. “Are you ready for me?” he whispers into my ear. His warm breath arousing me even more.

“Yes.” I feel him slip in. My mouth drops as he goes in all the way. He builds up a rhythmn, going a bit harder with every thrust. “Fuck”.

“Just the way you like it babe.” His hands pull my waist closer to him, closing the little bit of space between us.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind. “Hey..can you…” I try speaking but find it difficult to focus with him pleasing me so good.


“Push..your body…all the way..to the…”

He chuckles as I struggle to speak. “I got you.” His body moves all the way up against the couch. He pulls me back to him and finds his way back inside.

“No, I got you”, I say as rock my hips. He lets out a long moan from the motion.

“You’re all mine”, he says then flips me over, getting ontop of me. “The love I have for you goes deep.” We moan in unison as he goes in deeper than ever before.

His body collapses on mine as we reach our highs. We catch our breaths then spend the rest of the time cuddling naked.

“Where did that idea come from babe?” Brad asks.

I blush. “I read it from an online article. Luckily I remembered it.”

“Thank God you did because that was incredible.”

“I think what you did was incredible. It felt so good.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles then kisses me. “What would you say to round two?”

“Fuck yes!”

He laughs darkly, moving us onto the floor. He sits up. “Rest your thighs on my legs and wrap your legs around my waist.”

I do as he says and await his next move. He slides into me easily, as I’m soaked from before. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up.

His hands grip my ass tightly as he thrusts into me. His lips crashing onto mine. We moan into each others’ mouths as we make love on the floor.

After a bit, he stands up, still holding onto me and carries me to our bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, looking at me with puppy eyes. I furrow my brows a little. What is he up to?

“Can you please ride me?” he asks in the sweetest tone.

I giggle. “That shouldn’t even be a question.” He smirks.

I pull him onto the bed then push him down. I take in this glorious sight. My eyes lust over how amazing his body looks. So sexy. So defined. And all mine. I bite my lip. God damn.

I get ontop of him, placing him back inside of me. I swirl my hips around and watch him roll his eyes back. God I love being in control. I grind my hips against him and he grabs my ass. I moan out his name which causes him to curse.

I keep my eyes on his face and get so turned on by the facial expressions he makes. All of a sudden, his thumb finds its way to my clit and starts rubbing. My body jerks from the feeling. He lets out a dark laugh.

I lean forward, placing my hands on his chest as I ride him faster and harder. “Ugh fuck, don’t stop babe”, he moans deeply. His hands find my ass and pulls me down everytime I thrust.

“It feels so good like this”, I say as I lose myself in the heaven-like feeling.

We keep going until we orgasm. My body falls ontop of his. I can feel his stomach go in and out, trying to catch his breath. As soon as our breathing returns to normal, he kisses me.

“I love making love to you”, I say.

He smiles. “I love being able to anytime, any day, with you. I’ll give it to you everyday.”

anonymous asked:

and even is over the moon when isak says i love you because he'd been waiting for isak to feel the same before saying anything. he didn't want to scare isak but was also so scared isak would never feel the same way and part of him feels "this is too soon you've peaked it's not gonna last" but then he looks at how beautiful isak is in the morning and how he takes care of him and does everything he can to make even happy and thinks "i could do this forever" (i dont think this made sense sorry)

even has been compiling a list of reasons why he loves isak valtersen in his head ever since isak told him “just take it one day at a time“ (he would have been doing it sooner, but under the weight of depression he hadn’t really had time to think further than getting himself through the days.)

it’s on that wednesday that he really realises it, though. he’d thought it from the day he’d gone back to where they’d met, the day he’d thought he’d lost isak - he loved him then, but he didn’t really know it. he didn’t feel it deep in his body, settling into every corner of himself, making him feel lighter and surrounding him with warmth that only increased in isak’s presence.

so that’s reason number one - he makes the world brighter.

and even’s aware, he really is aware, that a person can’t cure depression - and isak doesn’t do that. but reason number 2 is that he doesn’t try to. he just stays anyway, he settles beside even and speaks when he needs to and not when he doesn’t, and he always says the right thing somehow.

even finds it hard to believe that this is the same person from a few weeks ago in the locker room, who said everything wrong (and even still, foolishly, liked him) but he’s grown so much in just a few weeks, and maybe that’s reason number 3 - he cares enough to change his mind.

this is where the problems start, though. even’s brain is loud - deafening, even, and it tells him, yeah, he cares about you, but he won’t love you. it’ll all crash down again at some point. you’re too much work.

but then isak is back in the room, and his brain quiets a bit, he focusses on isak’s warm smile, his soft hand running across even’s check and through his hair, the comforting press of his body against even’s, the calming tone of his gentle words. and he just knows, maybe isak won’t love him back yet, or ever, but he loves isak. maybe he’ll keep it to himself, he won’t say it until he’s sure isak is ready to hear it, but he loves isak.

and he’s trying to focus on one day at a time, because those words marked the moment that he fell in love, but he can’t help but think that isak feels a lot like forever.

I Will Always Come Back to You (Stiles Stilinkski)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

The love of your life stood there, but it wasn’t really him. It looked like him and sounded like him, but there was a monster inhabiting him. Something that fed off of emotion and killed for sport. Your love was gone.

He raised the gun and placed the cool metal against your forehead. His cold and hollow eyes stared into yours as he laid his finger on the trigger.

“Stiles, please. I know you’re in there. You wouldn’t do this Stiles. Please come back to me.” You cried through the tears. “This isn’t you. Where is the dorky and spastic boy I used to know. Where is the boy I fell in love with. The one who saved me.” You placed your hands on his face and he lowers the gun. You move into hug him and thats when you hear the sound of the gun shot and the pain in your abdomen as you fall into the snow. Your blood staining the beautiful white crystals.

“Stiles..” You whispered before everything went black.


You awoke in a cold sweat with hot tears running down your face. The phone next to your bed rang and you reached for it with trembling hands.

“Hello?” You answered in a shaky voice.

“Hey babe I called because I found out what we should do for the proj- are you okay?” Stiles asked in a soft tone.

“Not really..” You began to cry.

“I’ll be there in two minutes. Love you.” He said.

“Love you too.” You whispered.

After about two minutes you heard the rumbling of the jeep coming down the road, headlights flashing through your window momentarily before shutting off. His footsteps quick and loud, hitting the pavement. A knock came from your window and you walked over, allowing your boyfriend to come tumbling through, clad in batman pajama pants and a Star Wars t-shirt.

Stiles wrapped you in a tight hug and held you while you cried into his chest. He stroked your back softly and kissed the top of your head repeatedly. Your body shook, violent sobs escaping from between your lips.

He gently guided your head to look at him.

“What happened?” He asked softly, wiping your tears with the pads of his fingers.

“I dreamed that you shot me when you were possessed and you wouldn’t come back to me.” You choked out.

“No matter what happens y/n, I will ALWAYS come back to you. Because I love you with everything inside my being and nothing is going to take that away from me. I could have memory loss and completely forget everything, like in that chick flick you made me watch, and I will always come back to you. I keep falling more and more in love with you every single day of my life and I will keep falling in love with you until oblivion consumes us and even then I will continue that because you are my everything. You are the Cat Woman to my Batman.” He whispered. The last part made you giggle.

“I love you too. More than words can describe and feelings can feel. Love is an understatement compared to my emotions for you. And no matter what , your with me ‘til the end of the line. You saved me from myself. I was on a downwards spiral, heading straight into nothingness and then I met you and everything got better and I stared to want to do things again. And I realized that I could be happy and live my life because if I deserved the worst than I wouldn’t have met you.” You smiled.

There was a comfortable silence between you as you both stared at each other. You leaned in and kissed him, soft and sweet. He pulled you forward onto his lap and placed his hands around your waist. Your hands grabbed the material of his shirt at the hemline and began to pull it off his body.

Once he was ridded of his shirt, your’s was next. And it wasn’t long until you were both bare and trembling from nerves

“A-are you sure you want to do this.” He rasped from the crook of your neck.

“Yes Stiles.” You smile, playfully nipping at his shoulder.

His fingers ran along your stomach until they got to your dripping core and it felt like electric shocks were flowing through your veins as he inserted one finger. He curled it upwards causing you to arch your back and let out a soft moan. A smirk set itself on his face and he did it again and again.

The second finger was a bit strange but once he repeated the movements he had done the first time, he had gotten up to three fingers and you didn’t even realize until you were on the brink and whimpering his name. He pulled his fingers away and brought them to his lips, connecting his eyes with you.

“Tell me what you want, y/n” he growled huskily.

“Make love to me Stiles.” You whisper against his lips.

He kissed you long and hungry, reaching next to you and grabbing a small silver package from your nightstand. Pulling away from the kiss, your eyes followed his hands as he brought the square to his mouth and tore the wrapper with his teeth. He put the condom on and lined his tip at your entrance. His hands reached you and grabbed yours, entwining them above your head.

He thrust into you in one fluid motion, causing you to cry out and squeeze his hands

“Fuck! Y/n your so tight.” He groaned, giving a small thrust of his hips.

“Oh Stiles. Please move, I’m ready.” You cry, trying to pull him in deeper by wrapping your legs around his torso.

His movements start slow and precise, hitting all the spots where you need him. He untangles your hands and leans his forearms down next to your head and picks up the pace, rocking into you with force and speed, pushing directly into that one spot that made your vision blur and your hands reach out to dig your nails into his back. He let out a loud moan, thrusting harder that time.

“Fuck Stiles, oh god right the- FUCKING FUCK.” He pulls you up so he in in a semi-sitting position on the bed and you are wrapped around him and picks up his pace.

“Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He says, staring at you with lustful eyes.

The headboard banging against the wall made the perfect arrangement for His harmony of moans and your melody of cries. It was a symphony of your love and you never wanted it to end.

His hand cupped the side of your face and he pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb. You had to tell him. All you wanted to do was scream it from the rooftops.

“I LOVE YOU! Oh, Stiles don’t stop. Oh my god please don’t stop. So close.” You plead as the knot began to grow deep in your stomach.

“God I love you too. Love you so fucking much. Not gonna stop, I won’t ever stop baby. Gonna keep you like this forever, gonna take you every night so you know how much I love you. Gonna watch you fall apart for me. So fucking gorgeous. Come for me my beautiful girl.” He growls.

“STILES!” You scream, biting into his shoulder as you came.

He moaned loudly, his hips faltering as he fell into his own orgasm and spilled into the condom.

“Y/n fuck so good for me baby.” He whimpers stroking your hair as you fall limp into his arms. He cradles your damp and sweating body to his own.

“I will always come back to you, my love.” He whispers, kissing your head.

You drift to sleep in the arms of your one true love.