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it’s the Fifth Element song that almost nobody can actually fucking sing, like you’re not really supposed to be able to sing from alto –> high F above high C

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even if you know nothing about music this is fucking iMPRESSIVE???

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key; (m)- smut / (f)- fluff / (a)- angst / bold- personal favorites 

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A pyroclastic surge, which can top out at 290mph, with a high temperature of 1,830 °F. A pyroclastic surge is a fluidized mass of turbulent gas and rock fragments which is ejected during some volcanic eruptions.

BTS Reaction To: “Cumming” In Their Pants.

-Request: could you do a bts reaction to making them cum in their pants?

Is it possible you could do a reaction of BTS’ s/o making them cum without any clothes coming off? Like from dry humping?-

I combined these two requests together. Thank you both for requesting!


JIN.

Jin could tell he was close as you grinded yourself on his lap, however he didn’t want you to stop. He didn’t want to deny himself of his approaching orgasm, letting you continue to rock your hips. Once Jin finally came, he let out a low groan, which was shortly followed by a deep chuckle.

“Kitten, look what you’ve made me do..”

Originally posted by eatupbangtan


SUGA.

Yoongi knew he was about to climax at any moment as you continued to grind down onto his clothed member even harder. He warned you to stop, not wanting to cum inside of his pants, as he preferred to cum inside of you.

“Stop, Kitten - I mean it.”

However, you didn’t stop, ignoring Yoongi’s orders, resulting him in releasing his load inside of his pants. 

“I fucking told you to stop! Bend over Daddy’s knee - now.”

Originally posted by sugasuite


RAP MONSTER.

You grinded yourself against Namjoon’s clothed, hardened member, letting out a sigh of satisifaction at the feeling. You had wanted to make Namjoon cum inside of his pants for the longest time, knowing he would punish you for it. Although punishments were something you weren’t allowed to enjoy, you did somewhat enjoy the pain he would inflict on you, finding it incredibly arousing, however you could never admit to that. Knowing Namjoon was close due to his erratic breathing, you pressed your lips against his. Once Namjoon came into his boxers, Namjoon turned you both around, and pushed you hard into the bed.

“I guess it’s time for your punishment for not following the rules.”

Originally posted by hayoomin


J HOPE.

Hoseok bucked his hips into yours as you rubbed yourself against his clothed member. He threw his head back, alerting you that he was close. As he released, he closed his eyes shut, letting himself become lost in the pleasure he felt, simply due just from dry humping. 

“Mm, Princess.. fuck, that felt so good.”

Originally posted by bangtanbighit


V.

Grinding your hips into Taehyung’s, Taehyung buried his head into the crook of your neck, marking your skin to show that you were his. You ground yourself onto his clothed crotch harder, knowing his high was approaching.

“F-fuck, baby.. I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

However, what Taehyung didn’t know was that, that was your objective, to make him cum inside of his boxers. You didn’t stop, continuing to rock your hips back and forth.

“F-fuck!” Taehyung cursed as he came, letting his eyes flutter shut.  

Originally posted by btsdaddy


JIMIN.

You whimpered as you rolled your hips backwards and forwards on Jimin’s lap. Jimin watched your movements - how you grinded down onto his crotch, making him groan at the mere sight of it.

“Shit, baby, k-keep going.”

It wasn’t long before you both came, Jimin releasing his load into his boxer shorts. “Fuck, that was so hot, kitten.”

Originally posted by kpopkpoop


JUNGKOOK.

At first, Jungkook didn’t mind that you were rubbing your heat against his clothed member, until you had made him cum inside of his boxers. He was slightly annoyed, but he tried not to show it too much.

“I’m still not finished with you yet, baby.”

Originally posted by taehyungwithabandana

anonymous asked:

Hey, i'd be interested if you have any book rec's with ace/aro protagonists? I'm struggling to find many good ones.

Hey!

So I’ll level with you here, depression’s been beating my ass for the longest time, and even though I know there’s good stuff out there, I’ve not had the energy to go delving into the nooks and crannies of the fiction world to find it, because…… y’know, it’s hard, there’s fudge all out there, I’m tired

But I’m so glad you sent this ask because it’s given me the motivation to sit my butt down and make this happen and this is IMPORTANT to me. So this ask has been an adventure for the both of us, anon friend~

Here’s what I found in my search! I’ve only read a few of them, for the above reason, but I’ve tried to collect stuff that’s been written by aro/ace authors or has received positive reviews from aro/ace people!! Here goes!!! I hope it’s not too lengthy, I got excited!!

The Bone People by Keri Hulme is a mystery novel featuring an asexual protagonist, the reclusive artist Kerewin. It’s set in New Zealand and focuses a lot on Maori culture (the author herself is of Maori descent, as well as openly asexual and aromantic). Trigger warnings for physical abuse, suicide and illness.

We Awaken by Calista Lynne ( @calista-lynne ) features two asexual protagonists, girls who love girls, paranormal shenanigans, and the most beautiful glorious amazing cover I’ve ever seen. It’s also published by Harmony Ink Press, who do positive LGBTQ+ stories and are all round awesome in general. I think this one is available for preorder now, but releasing soon.

Sydney West by Rebecca McKinsey is a mystery/thriller I’ve seen some really great reviews on, which features a canon aromantic protagonist, and also has minimal profanity and minimal graphic description, if that’s not your kinda thing.

How To Be A Normal Person by TJ Klune features an asexual stoner hipster and honestly I don’t even know what else to say about it but this book looks like a wild and very weird ride to say the least.

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire has an asexual protagonist and creepy stuff and secret doors and other worlds. Also has a trans character! Seems like a neat premise, I’m keen to read it.

Cold Ennaline by RJ Astruc is paranormal novella also published by Harmony Ink Press, featuring an asexual (and by the sounds of the description quite possibly aromantic) protagonist.

Banner of the Damned by Sherwood Smith is an epic high fantasy with an asexual protagonist and a POC princess and lots of awesome worldbuilding and politics and yeah!

After I Wake by Emma Griffiths features an asexual protagonist and several queer side characters and is also published by Harmony Ink Press! Hooray! Trigger warnings for suicide and mental illness (though the story itself focuses on recovery).

Sinners by Eka Waterfield is a dark fantasy about an asexual sidhe drug dealer, so what else does a person need, really. But yeah! It’s got thumbs-ups from several ace reviewers on goodreads! Trigger warnings for drug use and violence.

Clariel by Garth Nix features a protagonist who’s pretty much 100% absolutely aroace and amazing, and from what I can see many of the aces/aros who’ve read this book strongly identify with her and her experiences and the general consensus is that it’s awesome.  

Afterworlds by Scott Westerfeld features a demisexual WOC and a lesbian love interest and I’ve heard pretty good things about it, though I haven’t read it myself.

Quicksilver by RJ Anderson is a YA sci-fi with an asexual protagonist and lots of decent discussions on asexuality in the book, like the coming out scene, etc.

Interface: inSight by Lucy Mihajlich is another one maybe worth looking out for? It has a kickstarter going, and features a hearing-impaired aroace protagonist, nonbinary representation, and female and POC characters doing cool stuff and not dying… also has, like, cool edgy futuristic dystopia vibes~

A Word and a Bullet by Rachel Sharp has a very very very explicitly-stated aroace character. 100% aroace and cool with it. Also, quirky apocalypse stories are always fun, yeah?

And here’s some other neat stuff I found:

  • From Under the Mountain by Cait Spivey (panromantic asexual author, F/F high fantasy, lots of POC and women characters)
  • Fly By Night by Frances Hardinge (zero romance, cool premise)
  • The Tropic of Serpents by Marie Brennan (ace character, not protagonist)
  • Radio Silence by Alice Osman (honest and open discussions of asexuality and demisexuality, female mixed-race bisexual protagonist, male and female leads do not fall in love)
  • Make Much Of Me by Kayla Bashe (lots of queer rep, including asexual and nonbinary, super positive feelgood themes)
  • Mindtouch and Mindline by M.C.A Hogarth (non-human asexual characters, queerplatonic life-partnership, sounds hELLA CUTE)
  • Guardian of the Dead by Karen Healey (asexual POC leading character, not protagonist)

And I added like a billion things to my TBR lmao help me anon

Criminally Underrated Cartoons I Strongly Recommend 

Clone High

description: Clones of historical figures attend high school together. A parody of teen drama’s, Clone High hits every trope and cliche and parodies them mercilessly. The comedy comes in both zany physical gags and dialogue dripping in self awareness. Every plot is a cliche taken up to eleven, hence surpassing the cliche and becoming something else entirely. The jokes range from intelligent to low-brow to absurd. I’m trying to recall an early Teletoon promo and I believe it went something like; “it’s about a girl who’s in love with a guy who’s in love with a girl who’s in love with a guy who hates the guy that loves to party.” Every character is broad, but it’s that type of show. 

strengths: Writing. This is one of those shows written for writers. Also, the voice acting. The cast is great and the line reads themselves can get really funny. 

weaknesses: The stylized art style may turn some people off. Also, if you hate love triangles to the point where you can’t even see them deconstructed and satirized, well…

where to watch: YouTube, DVD, Kisscartoon

F is for Family

description: This show follows the everyday lives of the Murphy’s, a lower middle class family living in the early 70′s. Frank is a Korean war veteran who gave up his dream of becoming an airline pilot to raise his son and quickly marry his girlfriend due to her unplanned pregnancy. The show is far more subtle compared to it’s predecessors such as the Simpsons or American Dad.  It’s more comparable to early seasons of Rosanne or Married With Children, in that it is the subversion of the family sitcom (or animated family sitcom in this case). The show has a slow, more realistic pace focusing on everyday aspects of life. Heavily character and relationship based. But don’t get the impression this show is quite. The arguments, for example are highly volatile and realistic. 

strengths: Writing, character, dialogue based humour, subtle but unpredictable stories.

weaknesses: The art style and animation are rather average and I find that gives people an inaccurate impression of what this show is going to be. Believe me, the writing far makes up for that. 

where to watch: Netflix, Kisscartoon

Duckman

description: Duckman: Private Dick/Family Man follows Eric Duckman, a put upon private investigator and recently widowed husband and father. Along with his dry-witted and multi-talented partner Cornfed they solve… Well, Cornfed solves them anyways. This relic of the early nineties is often described as “ahead of it’s time”, although I find it to be very much a product of it’s time with perhaps a little more freedom than the average network show. This description likely has to do with the fact that many of the issues satirized in Duckman are still relevant, if not more so, today. Duckman is a fast-paced, action/comedy/family bastardization of a sitcom. 

strengths: Writing, big time, in terms of humour and character. Duckman’s personality leaps off the screen and the comedy is quirky and strange enough to not feel stale, even after such a long time. I personally find the stylized art and fluid animation to be a large strength as well.

weaknesses: Some may find Duckman too reprehensible to sympathize with. The semi-regular pop culture references are also rather dated (though some may find this charming). Finally, the female characters, while well-written, tend to be under used.

where you can watch: YouTube, DVD, Shomi

Moral Orel

description: A stop-motion deconstruction of small town Christian America. The series follows Orel Puppington on his quest to be a good christian. Basically, the show plays on the idea of the towns populace seeming perfect at first glance, but slowly (or sometimes not so slowly) we see the facade slip. Season 1 mainly follows a simple episodic formula with very broad humour typical of Adult Swim (at least at the time). Season 2 is where the more realistic tone and character based plot sets in, season 1 sets it up however. By season 3 many consider the show “too good to succeed”.

strengths: Character, character, character! Character development is by far it’s biggest strength. The show also has a very cute art style which is not only visually appealing, but perfectly contrasts with dark subtexts. 

weaknesses: Season one’s humour may not be everyones cup of tea (though personally, I enjoy it). On the opposite of the spectrum, season 3 can get quite depressing. To the point where, although I enjoy the artistic value of the episodes, some can leave me emotionally drained due to the overall nihilism and bleakness of the world it creates.

where you can watch: DVD (season 1 and part of season 2 only), Kisscartoon

Venture Brothers

description: This action/adventure/sci-fi/comedy show started as a send-up Johnny Quest type shows of the 60′s and 70′s, though by the second season it really became less of a parody and more of an entry into the genre itself, only with copious effort and talent actually put into it. If you like character development, stories that unfold sporadically throughout seasons, weird unexpected characters being killed off and dialogue based humour this is the show for you. Venture Brothers is the type of show you have to watch a few times to get everything out of an episode. Rarely is anything spelled out to the audience, this is a show that loves subtext and referencing previous events without reminding you of it beforehand. 

strengths: Writing, character development, animation, continuity, character driven.

weaknesses: I honestly don’t know if I can list any. I guess season one is a little hokey, but I still like it. Though, the first few episodes don’t do a great job drawing the viewer in and I find most first time viewers don’t really start to enjoy the show until “Mid-Life Chrysalis” or “Eeny Meeny Miney Magic”. Also, don’t start with the pilot. It’s non-canon and it’ll probably just confuse you.

where you can watch: DVD, Kisscartoon, AdultSwim.com (when it’s airing, not sure if they host it inbetween because I can only access AS.ca here in Canada)

Too Much [m]

Genre: Smut/Fluff ⚠️ (slight dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex) 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2239 

Summary: Laundry sucks. Sex doesn’t suck.

A/N: I discovered my extreme thirst for Yoongi while writing this… 


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🌊Some vocab about the ocean in Spanish & French🌊 

acantilado (m) = cliff = falaise (f)
alga marina (f) = seaweed = algues (fpl)
ancla (f) = anchor = ancre (f)
arena (f) = sand = sable (m)
bahía (f) = bay = baie (f)
barco (m) = boat = bateau (m)
boya (f) = buoy = bouée (f)
cangrejo (m) = crab = crabe (m)
concha (f) = seashell = coquillage (m)
duna (f) = dune = dune (f)
estrella de mar (f) = starfish = étoile de mer (f)
faro (m) = lighthouse = phare (m)
foca (f) = seal = phoque (m)
gaviota (f) = seagull = mouette (f)
horizonte (m) = horizon = horizon (m)
litoral (m) = coastline = littoral (m)
mar (m) = sea = mer (f)
marea (f) = tide = marée (f)
marea alta (f) = high tide = marée haute (f)
marea baja (f) = low tide = marée basse (f)
ola (f) = wave = vague (f)
orilla (f) = shore = rivage (m)
poza (f) = rock pool = piscine naturelle (f)
roca (f) = rock = rocher (m)

Originally posted by castleunderthesea

Masterlist

We write for: BTS, EXO, MONSTA X, SF9, and SEVENTEEN


( C ) = Completed ( OG ) = Ongoing ( OS ) = Oneshot

( M ) = Mature ( A ) = Angst ( F ) = Fluff


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BTS

All-

| Instagram!AU ( OS ) |

1

| Kingpin ( OG ) ( A/M ) |

1


Jungkook- 

| Fools ( C ) & ( A/M ) |

1 2 3 4 5

| Telecom High ( C ) & ( F/A/M ) |

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

| Live Life Golden ( OG ) & ( A/M ) |

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

| Please Dont Judge Me ( OS ) ( A/M ) |

1

| Dive ( OG ) ( A/M ) |

1 2 3 4


Seokjin-

| Sprain ( OS ) ( F ) |

1


Yoongi- 

| Regalia University ( C ) & ( A/M ) |

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

| Unfinished Business Book 1 ( C ) & ( A/M ) |

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

| Pajamas ( OS ) ( F ) |

1

| Truth or Dare ( OS ) ( F ) |

1

| Next Hit Rapper ( OS ) ( F ) |

1

| Spooning? ( OS ) ( F ) |

1

| Christmas Gift ( OS ) ( F ) |

1


Jimin- 

| Stay With Me ( C ) & ( A/M ) | 

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

| Awhile ( OS ) ( M ) |

1

| Needs ( OS ) ( M ) |

1

| Strip ( C ) ( M ) |

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11


Hoseok- 

| Caught you ( OS ) ( M ) |

1


Taehyung-

| Needy for you ( OS ) ( M ) |

1

| Outdoors ( OS ) ( M ) |

1

| Husky Voice ( OS ) ( A?/F ) |

1

| Not Lingerie ( OS ) ( F ) ( M ) |

1

| Naughty ( OS ) ( M ) |

1

| Can’t Sleep ( OS ) ( F ) |

1

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GOT7 

Jackson- 

| Cuddles ( OS ) ( F ) |

1

| Worth The Wait ( OS ) ( F/M ) |

1


Jaebum JB- 

| That Night ( OS ) ( M/A ) |

1


Yugyeom-

| You’re My Black Pearl ( C ) ( A ) |

1 2 3 4 

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SEVENTEEN

Mingyu- 

| The study of you ( OS ) ( M ) |

1

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SF9

Taeyang- 

| All Of Me ( OG ) ( A/M ) |

1 2 3 4 5

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Monsta x


I.M - 

| “I hate you.” (OS) (F) |

1

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NCT 

Taeyong -

| Mistakes ( OS ) ( A ) |

1


Jaehyun -

| Best Friends ( OS ) ( F ) |

1

Ride or Die [M] (JBxReader)

Originally posted by magiccastles

Genre: Smut/Angst

Pairing: Gangster!Jaebum(but actually very soft!jb) x You

Warnings: Nothing much, just some makeup sex and a little drugs

Summary: Jaebum’s mad. Mad that you left without a word, and now he’s giving you back what you started.

Word count: 2k

Your name: submit What is this?

The wind tangled its fingers in his hair, blowing back every strand of hair on his head. 145 km/h was far off the speed limit, but he slammed down hard on the acceleration pedal anyway. He started to sit up, and then sank back weakly into the leather chair, a grimace washing over his face.

“Pass me another smoke,” he said impassively, red eyes still focusing intensely on the road. You hastily rummaged through the glove box for his packet of Marlboro ice blast, just the way he liked it. You would joke that that was his favourite flavour because it went along well with his unamiable personality. Ice cold indeed. Except that today wasn’t a good day for laughing matters. You smacked the box a few times with the palm of your hand and passed a stick to him. He picked it up with his mouth and nodded his head towards the lighter nesting in the cup holder. Getting the signal he was trying to bring across, you helped him light up his cigarette while he took in a deep breath of the sharp mint. Clouds of white escaped his lips with each puff, fading out through the window into the inky night.

“You think it was fun going to the club without telling me your whereabouts? You like guys seeing you in those skimpy clothes?” Jaebum said condescendingly.  You kept silent, not wanting to aggravate his temper by saying the wrong words, but that only added fuel to his anger. He passed you a quick glance, mouth set and eyes bleak.

“Not gonna say anything? Cat’s got your tongue missy?” He made an abrupt turn onto the side of the road, making you fling forward from the sudden jolt.

Thank goodness the seatbelt was holding you back.

Jaebum turned to face you, exhaling smoke in your direction. You coughed at the strong scent of nicotine.

“Jaebum, it isn’t a big deal. Why are you making a mountain out of an ant hole?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“Not a big deal? My girlfriend- MY girlfriend was at a club with devious men simpering at her and just look at what you’re wearing. That dress barely covers your ass. How dare you, y/n.” He berated, taking another hit. The red, angry glow of the cigarette seemed to grow brighter. You could feel the tension between the both of you heightening.

“Baby, I just wanted to have some fun with the girls tonight. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, okay?” You said coolly. “Please don’t be mad.” You reached for his arm and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Don’t call me that.” Jaebum yanked his arm away and flicked the cigarette out of the window, letting it burn into ashes. A faint snigger found its way into the gloomy air. He rolled his neck and ran a hand through his hair. Your vision was blurry from the misty silhouette of the remaining smoke wafting around your heads. In that moment of discomfort, you found yourself choked up with shame. Jaebum rarely fought with you, and even if he did, he always gave in at the end. This time was different though. That action of yanking his arm away made you feel lousy; your efforts to mitigate the problem didn’t work. The alcohol had kicked in as well, feeding your deranged state. You prayed silently that you would pass out before things escalated. Jaebum was never one to break down easily, but when it came to you, he was putty in your hands.

“How would I know if you won’t do the same thing again?” A whimper made its way through his trembling words. He had completely lost to the high. You could barely see properly, but you knew from the hitching in his voice that he was about to dissolve in tears. “I can’t have other men looking at my girl like that. You’re mine, mine. All mine.”

Hearing his soft sniffles, it made you bite the inside of your cheeks. You never wanted to hurt him. However tough he appeared, he was just a delicate piece of glass.

Suddenly, drizzle started falling from the sky, rolling down the windshield in a steady stream. Jaebum sighed, then reluctantly rolled up the windows and turned on the heater. He removed his spiked leather jacket and threw it on the backseat. All he had on was a white tank top and fitting ripped black jeans. He gripped firmly on the steering wheel, averting his emotions somewhere else. You shivered as his well toned arms contracted at the same time as your heart did. His arm was a canvas for a long, ridged scar that ran from his shoulder to his elbow. But he wore it proudly- a reminder of fiery escapades that once fascinated him. The windows condensed under the contrast of temperatures as heat built up in the car, lending privacy before the other cars that drove past.

“You’re fucking beautiful, y/n.” Jaebum blurted, brushing his fingers over your cheek. He leaned towards you and planted sloppy kisses on your lips, his breath still lingering of menthol. In your daze, you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Aren’t you mad at me?”

He answered you with another kiss, this time exploring the insides of your mouth. His insistent mouth parting your shaking lips, tongue fighting for dominance over yours. You pulled away from the kiss, only to be greeted by look of immense desire etched on his face. It was so clear that you wondered where he’d hid it for so long. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below his ear. He responded with a soft groan, low in his throat, and then lowered his chair as you climbed on top on him. Your dress rode up your hips as you unsteadily straddled his lap. Putting your weight on him, your chests collided, melting into each other. Other than the scent of cigarettes, you inhaled his citrusy cologne, his shampoo, the scent that was just… him. The tiny car offered little to none space to manoeuvre; nothing could contain the excitement growing in your core. The persistent pounding in your head added to the numbness you felt as his fingers brushed roughly against your laced panties. Just one stroke of his skilful finger sent wild tremors along your nerves, evoking sensations you never known you were capable of feeling.

“I’m mad. Still mad, and this is your punishment.” With an impatient hand, he drew your underwear down your thighs – and did even quicker work of removing his pants. You fumbled lifting your dress off your head until Jaebum ripped it away and threw it onto the backseat. He grabbed your ass harshly, not caring if his nails dug into your skin, and gave it a firm smack. Your body responded by jerking towards him, your long hair hovering over his face. He pulled back your hair with one hand and with the other, firmly cupped your chin.

“I’ll show you what it means by being mine.” He dipped his hand into your glistening pussy, rubbing harshly at the bundle of nerves. Your legs shook at the sensitivity and your fists grabbed fiercely at his white tank. You wanted more, you wanted to taste every inch of his body. Similarly, he wanted to eat at your intoxicated lips, down to your sweet cunt. His fingers pierced through your body like a bullet, plunging them in like there was no tomorrow. As your essence covered his fingers, you couldn’t help but to mew in pleasure. Two fingers working in you, a little uncomfortable but nothing you couldn’t handle. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he crooked his finger, hitting you in the spots that made your moans turn into a high-pitched orgasm.

“F-fuck… It feels so good.” You slurred. His bulge throbbed in his pants and you could feel it thumping against your sex. You were seeing two of him, daze washing over you.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he growled into your ear. You squirm beneath his touch, body aching for more of him. You squeeze his thigh hard, leaving red imprints.

“So fucking-” another moan escaped your lips as you ground your convulsing pussy on his thick thighs.

“So fucking badly.”

Jaebum mewed at the sensation of your wetness on him. His cock was rock hard and pulsing repeatedly against your abdomen.

“This badly?” He wantoned, sliding the tip of his member over your slit. He pushed his head in ever so slightly, only to remove it again and again.

“Please,” you begged. “Please Jaebum, give it to me.”

He continued to tease you, slapping his cock against your clit. You let out a loud gasp as you clenched your toes, every muscle drawn taut. You whined as you pleaded for his thick cock to fill you up. You wanted to relish in the feeling of his warmth in you, reaching deep into your womb. His cock was now red, hot and angry; the head of his penis tingled unbearably, a drop of precum forming at the slit. Sensing how much he wanted you as well, you lift yourself above his hips, and then sunk yourself down. Rotating your hips around him, you found a good tempo with the buckling of his hips. He bit down on his lips hard, a vein on his neck becoming visible. Your eyes flutter and you are lost in bliss.

“You are mine,” he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal.

“Mine,” he swears. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing off your chest. In that moment, nothing seemed to matter except for him sliding in and out of you. You slide your hands down his biceps, tracing the scar, clamping your legs around his waist, driving him further into you until your sweat-slick bodies stain the car seat. His face winces as your velvet insides envelops him into paradise.

A familiar heat buzzes in your belly, but he is still ruthless, wanting to engrave himself into you. Jaebum continues at it, this time with even harder thrusts. The sound of skin slapping became even louder.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. y/n, you feel so good on my dick.” He ran his hand over your chest, rolling your bud between his fingers, pinching and pulling at it.

Your back arches as you feel his dick pulsing in your sex. You guide his hand to your clit and used it to rub it hard.

“I’m, I’m cumming babe.” You cry as Jaebum pounds even harder than before. The car shook underneath his primitive act.

“Wait for me, y/n.” He says, and with one last pinch to your clit, you can feel yourself losing control of your body.

Both of you crumble into sand as your orgasms pierces through your bodies. He empties his viscous fluid in you and pulls out, some spilling on your stomach. You squirm at the feeling of his hot cum in you, amazed at how he fills you up so well every time. He uses a finger to swipe the cum off your slit and puts it into your mouth. You obediently lick it all off.

He reaches to the back of the car for your clothes and helps you put it back on.

“Are we okay now?”

Jaebum nods and pulls you into another heated kiss.

“Don’t do it again.” He pants, chest heaving heavily.

But if he’ll punish you with such means each time, you’re not sure if you won’t do it again.

She Knows (M)

Originally posted by jypnior

Summary: He says he’s never coming back, but he wants you to come along for the ride. An impromptu road trip with Jinyoung leads to desires surfacing, among other things. (High!Jinyoung x Reader)

Genre: Smut / Angst

Warnings:
Drug use

Word Count: 2,981

Written by: Admin Jaefairy

A/n: I don’t know where this came from., but I needed to finish it. Shoutout to the other fairies, @xiustories , and @disenchanteddreamers for reassuring me it wasn’t bad. OTL Please enjoy.

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Chipotle Flank Steak From Natasha’s Kitchen

2 lb flank steak
4 Tbsp Tabasco Chipotle Sauce, plus more to serve
⅓ bunch cilantro (about ½ cup loosely packed)
⅓ cup green onion, chopped
⅓ cup olive oil
½ tsp black pepper
1 Lime, cut into wedges to serve
Instruction

In the bowl of a blender or food processor, pulse together marinade ingredients: ½ cup cilantro, ¼ cup chopped green onion, ⅓ cup olive oil, 4 Tbsp Tabasco Chipotle Sauce, ½ tsp black pepper. Blend until smooth.

Place steak in a non-reactive dish (glass or plastic) and cover all sides with marinade. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate 6 hours or preferably overnight. Remove from refrigerator 30 minutes prior to grilling.

Grill over Medium-high heat (450˚F) for 4 min per side for medium rare, or cook to desired doneness. To create the fancy grilling marks, rotate 45˚ after 2 minutes. Remove to a plate and let rest 10 to 15 minutes prior to cutting. Cut steak (against the grain) into thin strips and serve.

Day 1: Fever - Lance

For the Voltron whump week! Poor Lance~♡

×××

Lance broke the surface of the water, disoriented and gasping for breath, hands reaching blindly for anything to find purchase on. He felt someone grab him under the armpits and help him sit up in the bath, which was filled to the brim with ice cold water.

“Wh-What-tt, wh-where a-am I-I, w-what’s-s-” The paladin managed to force out between the cold-induced spasming of his jaw.

“Lance, you’re okay, you’re in the communal baths.” Shiro reassured, rubbing the sick teen’s back in what he hoped were reassuring circles. “Your fever got too high…so I had to cool you down with an ice bath - you passed out.”

Shivering, Lance nodded feebly, and tried to stand up. Needless to say, he failed miserably, as the fever blurred his vision and took his balance by storm. He ached with every fiber of his being, eyes so raw and tired he seemed corpse-like.

He felt pathetic.

He felt like a burden. This was the fourth time he’d had to be carried to the baths for an ice bath in the past two days. Turns out being exploring new planets and meeting new lifeforms made for high risk of illness and infection, no matter how hard they tried to keep exposure to a minimum.

Lance had already fallen ill to alien viruses several times since joining Voltron, each which brutal symptoms. Most of the time ending with him in a healing pod until the ailment cleared.  

As if reading his mind, Shiro interjected.

“Lance, it’s okay. You’ll get through this-”

“I-I kn-know-w, Sh-hiro-o, I k-know…i-it…ju-ust-t…su-ucks” Lance said, defeated, still shivering violently. But he had to build immunity. He couldn’t just jump into a pod any time he got the sniffles. They all needed to build up immunity to these new viruses if they were to be successful as paladins.

Still, it sucked.

With leaden limbs, Lance managed to stand in the bath, thankful for Shiro’s added support. His paladin pajamas were soaked, and stuck to his fever-sensitive skin uncomfortably. The tired teen’s body trembled with the effort, joints feeling spent and sore.

Uncaring of the feverish paladin’s soaked clothing, Shiro guided Lance to Hunk’s outstretched arms, and gave the two some privacy. Hunk helped Lance get dried off and dressed. Gave him water. Took his temperature anew.

39.5°C (103°F)

High, but lower than earlier at least.

“Alright, Lance, buddy, let’s try and get some soup in ya. I even found some alien saltine crackers! They’re blue, but taste pretty similar, I swear-”

Lance let Hunk continue mother-henning, grateful for his friend’s love. Of his team’s support.

“-and Pidge and I made a blanket fort in the Foyer! We stole some of Keith’s bedding - but don’t tell him that-”

Lance smiled, despite the gutting ache behind his eyes, and tried to laugh, but ended up coughing. Sure, being this sick sucked, but it had its moments. It served to remind him that people cared.

He forgot about that sometimes.

×××

Kingdom Come Pt. 1 [Damian Wayne x Reader] AU

A/N: You got a Dick Grayson series (kinda), you got a Jason Todd series, you got a Batsis series… now prepare for a Damian Wayne series! 

Tags: @batboysimagine @batfamily-imagines @tim-help @memento-scribet @saramdeuli 

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Princess!Reader

Warnings: None… yet :D

Word Count: 755

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a beautiful princess. She was a young princess, innocent and naive and clueless about the world. All she knew was the world behind the castle walls, the world that was her own little kingdom, and what a gorgeous kingdom she had indeed. For everything thrived and there were no disloyalty or burglary, there was only love and peace.

Her castle was her bedroom chamber, high above on the east wing of her father’s domain. It towered above her little kingdom, where rows of magnificent roses, blooming dandelions and vibrant bougainvillea grew. Further west, there was a sparkling pond where the merpeople lived.

It was her own kingdom, seen only by the eyes of her imagination, because she was often lonely. She had no friends, no partner-in-crime. Her handmaidens were all older than her and they tended to her every need, nothing more, nothing less. Her guards only existed to give their life for her, not to befriend her. Therefore, she created her own friends with the power of her mind… and loneliness.

But one day, something quite extraordinary happened.

A knock resonated through the princess’s bedroom, causing her to move from her place by the window. “You may enter.” she informed the person outside. The oak door to her bedroom opened with a creak and one of the servants of the castle entered, bowing before straightening himself.

“Your Highness,” he said with a clear voice, “the King and Queen requests your audience.”

She nodded at the servant. “Tell them I will be there shortly.” The servant bowed once more and left her room, closing the door behind him. As soon as he left, she called her handmaidens to change her clothing. When meeting her parents, she had to be dressed appropriately, and a casual gown such as the one she was wearing now was unfit for such occasion.

Once she was ready, she headed through the stone corridors towards the throne room, accompanied by her loyal guards. All her subjects that she passed bowed or curtsied to her, their princess.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess [F/N].” she heard someone announce before the large doors opened for her.

When she entered the throne room, she immediately noticed there were a few unfamiliar faces. Though she was only a young girl at the mere age of nine, she was well-educated and mature for her age. From the way they were dressed, they were Knights.

Everyone lowered their heads as the princess entered and no one spoke a word. She walked up to her parents and curtsied before speaking. “You have summoned me, father?”

“Yes, my dear.” her father stated kindly, reminding her that even under formal circumstances he was still the same man that tucked her to bed every night, no matter how busy he was, “I have called you to meet your new personal guard.”

“My… personal guard?” [F/N] repeated, confusion laced in her voice, “is there a reason for this? I have many already…”

Her father sighed and gave her a weary smile. “I’m afraid I have to remove most of them from their duties guarding you.”

“Why?” she asked, slightly alarmed.

“You do not need to know the reason now, my child. Now, come.” her father urged, beckoning her forward. Although she was still clueless to what was happening, she did as she was asked.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a young boy, about her age or perhaps a little older, step forward. Though small like her, he certainly didn’t look weak or feeble. He wore the clothes of a knight and had a sword strapped to his belt.

“This is Sir Damian, of House Wayne.” her mother voiced, “as you know, House Wayne has been loyal to the [L/N] family for generations. They are the most skilled warriors of this land. The young man is tasked with protecting you. He will go where you go, fight your battles, and if needed, lay down his life for you.”

[F/N] nodded and turned back to study Sir Damian. He had sharp features with a slightly exotic complexion. His tanned skin brought out his emerald eyes, something she decided she liked most about him.

She watched as he got down to one knee, lowering his head. He said his oath, swearing to protect her, before raising his head to look at her. Not knowing what to do, she simply smiled kindly at him.

And that was when everything changed.

Okay you guys I just plunked out on my piano the scream note Kesha hits in Praying, and it’s F6, which is the F above High C (C6). High C is two octaves above Middle C (C4).

If you’re not a music person, trust me when I say that is really. fucking. high. Most high sopranos only sing up to C6.

français | places

general 

  • les alentours (m) | vicinity
  • l’avenue (f) | avenue
  • la banlieue (f) | suburbia
  • le quartier (m) | area


commercial

  • l’animalerie (f) | pet shop
  • la boucherie (f) | butcher
  • la boulangerie (f) | bakery
  • la boutique de vêtements (f) | fashion boutique
  • le café (m) | coffee shop
  • le centre commercial (m) | shopping centre
  • l’épicerie (f) | grocery store
  • la librairie (f) | book shop
  • le magasin (m) | shop
  • le magasin de vins et spiritueux (m) | liquor store
  • la pharmacie (f) | pharmacy
  • la pizzeria (f) | pizzeria
  • la quincaillerie (f) | hardware store
  • la supérette (f) | convenience store
  • le supermarché (m) | supermarket
  • le traiteur (m) | caterer


public spaces 

  • le jardin botanique (m) | botanical garden
  • la place (f) | plaza
  • le pont (m) | bridge
  • la rue (f) | street
  • la ruelle (f) | lane


religious 

  • la cathédrale (f) | cathedral
  • l’église (f) | church (catholic)
  • la mosquée (f) | mosque
  • la synagogue (f) | synagogue
  • le temple (m) | church (protestant)


residential areas 

  • l’appartement (m) | apartment
  • la cabane (f) | shack
  • le château (m) | castle
  • la ferme (f) | farmhouse
  • l’hébergement (m) | accommodation
  • l’immeuble en copropriété (m) | condo (condominium)
  • la maison (f) | house
  • la maison de maître (f) | mansion
  • la maison de ville (f) | townhouse
  • le manoir (m) | manor
  • le pavillon (m) | bungalow
  • la pension de famille (f) | boarding house
  • la petite maison (f) | cottage
  • la villa (f) | villa
  • le voisinage (m) | neighbourhood


school 

  • le collège (m) | middle school
  • l’école (m) | schooll’école primaire (m) | primary school
  • le lycée (m) | high school
  • l’université (f) | university


tourist destinations/accommodation 

  • l’auberge (f) | inn
  • la boîte (f) | nightclub
  • la fête foraine (f) | fun fair
  • le gîte (m) | holiday house
  • l’hôtel (m) | hotel
  • le musée (m) | museum
  • le parc d’attractions (m) | amusement park
  • la plage (f) | beach
  • la taverne (f) | tavern
  • le terrain de camping (m) | campsite
  • le théâtre (m) | theatre


transport 

  • l’aéroport (m) | airport
  • l’arrêt de bus (m) | bus stop
  • la gare (f) | train station
  • le métro (m) | tube/subway


places with «chez» 

a/n | these places are named with the person performing the job. for example, i am going to the dentist is «je vais chez le dentiste»

  • le coiffeur/la coiffeuse | hairdresser
  • le dentiste (m) | dentist
  • le/la vétérinaire | veterinarian


extra 

  • la banque (f) | bank
  • la bibliothèque (f) | library
  • la campagne (f) | countryside
  • la caserne de pompiers (f) | fire station
  • la cave à vins (f) | wine cellar
  • le cimetière (m) | cemetery 
  • le cinéma (m) | cinema
  • le commissariat de police (m) | police station
  • l’hôpital (m) | hospital
  • la mairie (f) | city hall
  • l’opéra (m) | opera house
  • l’orphelinat (m) | orphanage
  • le parc (m) | park
  • le planétarium (m) | planetarium
  • le pressing (m) | drycleaner
  • la prison (f) | prison
  • le stade (m) | stadium
  • la station-service (f) | gas station
‘And I’m on the bleachers’

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Requested:  can u make one where gray is a football player and ur in band and he’s always noticed u

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,580

Grayson Dolan x Reader

(y/f/n) = your friends name (y/l/n) = your last name

Hope you all enjoy! xx


I grabbed my tenor carrier and placed it on my shoulders, letting out a big sigh when our band director yelled for the drumline to hurry up.

“He’s a dick, you know?” (y/f/n) said placing the snare down on her carrier. 

I huffed, pulling my hair out from beneath the carrier and threw it up in a messy bun, grabbing my sticks off the shelf. 

“I really can’t fucking stand him anyways, making us come out here in like 94 degree weather and we have all this shit on. Like, why can’t we just march around and act like we’re playing?” I grumbled slowly walking down the stairs of our school stadium. 

“Yeah and it’s Tuesday which means we share the stadium with the football players.” (y/f/n) jumped off the last step almost falling over. 

“Hurry up drumline!” Our band director yelled.

“Fuck him. We still have to warm up anyways.” (y/f/n) was the drumline captain. She hardly did anything that our band director did and she truly didn’t care but damn did our drumline sound good. We were the best thing of this band. 

I let out a laugh and watched the football players warm up and some were mocking our group but hell, at least they don’t mock the drumline. My eyes landed on one football player - Grayson Dolan. Man, that kid had some good genes if I had to be honest. 

“Drumline!” I broke my gaze and looked over at our band director who you could tell from on the field that he was pissed at us. “Get to your set now! Silent rehearsal!” 

“Oh, drumline!” I looked over an seen the football players laughing. 

“Fuck them.” (y/f/n) mumbled walking to her set. 

Practice went by slower than ever. Our director was mainly yelling at us today but that was nothing new. I hated him with all my heart and soul. 

“Drumline, you owe me one lap!” He yelled over the intercom, the whole drumline groaning. 

I threw my sticks down and dropped my drum on the ground waiting for (y/f/n) to hurry up. 

“Come on.” I yelled fixing my bun. She yelled back and sat her drum down beside me and we began jogging. The football players were busy dancing around now since their practice was officially over for the day. My eyes landed on Grayson once again but this time, we both made eye contact, leaving Grayson there with a smirk plastered across his face. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I whispered to (y/f/n), “I made eye contact with Grayson.” She looked back.

“He’s watching you.” She whispered. 

“Dammit.” I groaned earning a laugh from her. 

We finally did the lap and grabbed our drums. The rest of the line finished before us because we didn’t really care. 

“I can’t wait to see him Friday night.”

“See who?”

I jumped and turned around, Grayson was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face still. 

“When did you get right there?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Don’t worry about it, but hey, I can’t wait to see you Friday night either, (y/n).” He winked at me and walked away leaving me there with my mouth wide open. 

“Okay!” (y/f/n) screamed giving you a slap on your butt.

“This is ridiculous.” 


It was finally Friday night and my nerves have been crazy ever since Grayson talked to me Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t been playing good at all and I haven’t even talked to my line barely. I’m just too nervous.

I walked into the school, my feet sliding against the floor. (y/f/n) was already at the drumline closet getting her stuff out. 

“Hey.” I mumbled leaning against the wall. 

“Hey!” She smiled at me and handed me my carrier. “Better not fuck up the banner tonight.” She yelled from the closet. 

I just laughed and threw my hair into another messy bun. I quickly said hey to the guard members and grabbed my uniform from the band room. The gym door flew opened, revealing Grayson and Ethan. Grayson winked at me and walked towards the field, leaving me there speechless once again. 

I sighed and shook my head tossing my uniform down on the ground, sliding down the wall. 

“Why does he have to notice me now?” I rubbed my face and looked over at (y/f/n).

“I don’t know but your head better be on straight.” She walked outside with the rest of the band leaving me there.

“Hurry up, (y/l/n).” I looked over an saw the band director, he shook his head then did the biggest eye roll ever.

I quickly got dressed and lined up with the rest of the line. We all walked down to the field and my eyes immediately went to number 47. He turned around and let out a smile when he saw you. Never has a football player noticed a band kid at our high school. (y/f/n) nudged me in the arm making me look forward and notice our director glaring at me. 

“You know he wants to talk to you right?” I looked over and furrowed my eyebrows at her.

“No?”

“Well he does.”

Before I could answer, our director pulled me to the side and directed me to take my drum off. 

“(y/n), your drumming has been very off this week and you have been going in and out of space. I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I’m going to let you play tonight even though I shouldn’t. Get your head in the game and don’t fuck up.” he patted my back and walked away leaving me there pissed off. 

“Line up!” He yelled. 

I threw my drum back on and walked to my spot and let out a big sigh. 

Once the banner was finished, we all filed into the bleachers. My focus stayed on Grayson. I don’t know why he decided to talk to me all of the sudden but hell, I really loved the attention. Our high school was winning but they can all say thanks to Ethan and Grayson for getting all those touchdowns. 

“Get ready! They’re fixing to score again!” 

Grayson scored another touchdown making me scream. (Y/f/n) rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. Grayson looked back at me an winked making me blush. 


“Drumline, you’re cleaning the stadium tonight!” 

I rolled my eyes and tossed my sticks on the drum. 

“Chill it with the attitude, (y/l/n).”

“Fuck this, I’ll just go get the trash can.” I jogged down the stairs and grabbed the trash can, placing it underneath (y/f/n). I looked around and seen the twins taking pictures with their parents. It was their senior year and after every game, whether they won or lost, their family took pictures with them. I felt a smile creep onto my face.

“Yo (y/n).” I jumped and shoved (y/f/n)’s hands out of my face. “Come on, we’re done.” 

I put the trash can back and grabbed all my equipment and let out a sigh. Grayson probably wasn’t even going to talk to me. I mean, I’m not that popular anyways so what’s the point. 

“Later guys!” I laughed at (y/f/n).

“You’re so fake.” 

“It’s my duty to be nice to my line, (y/n).”

 I tossed my carrier on the rack, turning around and smacking into someones body. I jerked my head up and seen Grayson smiling down at me.

“Can we talk alone?” He questioned.

“Sure.” 

I grabbed my belongings and told (y/f/n) bye and walked with Grayson out to my car.

“So,” I mumbled tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I- um- I was wondering if you actually wanted to go on a date with me?”

I let out a laugh and tossed my stuff in the backseat of my car.

“A date? With me? A stupid band kid. You know you’ll get made fun of.” 

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against my car. “I hope you know (y/n) that you’re actually pretty known around the school and you’re quite popular. You aren’t like the other band kids, they’re nerds and you have a bit of spunk in you that just made me become attracted to you.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes earning a sigh from him. “Really feel like this is a bet.” 

“It’s not!” He got closer to me, making me blush.

“Gray-”

He cut me off by smashing his lips onto mine. I was shocked but soon relaxed into the kiss, letting my fingers get tangled in his hair. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip but I smirked, pulling back.

“What’s that for?” He mumbled pushing a piece of my fallen hair back.

“We haven’t even went on a first date and you already wanna swap spit. How classy.” I laughed and opened my car door. 

“Well, how about a date tomorrow night, at six?”

I raised my eyebrow and looked down, “Sure.” 

Grayson smiled and left a kiss on my cheek, “See ya later, (y/l/n).”

“See ya later, Dolan.” 

Grayson winked at me and jogged over to his car where his brother was busy playing on his phone. I can’t believe this is happening.

“So?” I jumped and turned around seeing (y/f/n) at her car smiling at me.

“Ya girl got a date tomorrow night at 6!” 

She squealed and gave me a high five over the top of her car.

“Good luck.” She gave me a wink and got into her car, driving off.

I smiled, turning my car on and backing out, looking over at Grayson who was steady watching my car. I bit my lip and drove off with my cheeks blushing and already wondering what I was going to wear tomorrow.

Darling Part 3

Reader x Draco

Thank you guys so so much for everything! I am glad you all like this imagine! 

I don’t really know what to do now..I mean this could be an ending, but as I already said earlier, if you want another (last) part, let me know :) 

PS.: Thank you for your requests, I am working on them.

Imagine: You and Draco are best friends but things change rapidly when he starts dating Pansy Parkinson and your friendship with him is going down.

Warnings: Language

PART 1 PART 2

You haven’t talk to Draco since your little incident in his dorm, which was two days ago. You were still mad at him about the whole ‘Piggie’ thing, but that kiss you shared with your best friend haunt you even in your sleep. You could not decide whether it was wrong or not.

Wrong! Of course it was wrong.

Draco had a girlfriend and he is your best friend. You knew him since year one, you always saw him as a brother, nothing more, nothing less. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. He was hot, yes, but you never felt attracted to him.

Then why the hell do I want to kiss him whenever I see him?

You frowned and shook your head at your thoughts. For the rest of your way on the Quidditch match you tried not to think about that blonde arrogant idiot but it was not as easy as you hoped.

“I hope Malfoy is ready.” said Y/F/N when she caught up with you. “He has to catch the snitch today, we can’t loose to Hufflepuff! What a shame would that be.” you just rolled your eyes and didn’t response to her. Somehow some stupid Quidditch match against Hufflepuff wasn’t important to you at all. 

You both silently made your way up to your seats. The whole castle was there, everyone cheering mainly to Hufflepuff.

“He is gonna be amazing, he trained so hard this week!” you heard Pansy Parkinson chatting with her friends as she took the free seat right next to you. Ahead of you there was nothing just an empty air because you were in a front row…You were good few miles above the ground…Would someone like Parkinson survive that fall? You were tempted to find out.

“Oh, hello, Y/L/N.” she suddenly turned to you, pretending she didn’t know about your presence. “Glad you decided to come even after what happened in the common room that day…You must feel so embarrassed right now. Everyone saw how Draco settled you down.” she smirked.

“Well I hope nobody saw the rest.” you mumbled to yourself not noticing that Y/F/N heard you.

“And here are the Slytherins!” cheered Lee Jordan as seven Slytherin players appeared on the pitch including Draco. With his platinum blonde hair and that tall figure-

You quickly shook your head again to get rid of these thoughts.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Y/F/N asked you worriedly.

“Yeah, yeah everything is fine I’m just nervous. You were right, we seriously can’t loose to Hufflepuff.”


“Oh god, it’s already been three hours! I’m freezing!” said Y/F/N breathing on her hands to warm them a bit.

This match was longer than anyone expected. Slytherin was loosing to Hufflepuff, it was 120 points to 150. The snitch hasn’t been caught yet and everyone was nervous and freezing.

“My Dracie will catch the snitch by any second, I can tell.” said Parkinson. You looked at Draco who was slowly flying on his broom around the pitch trying to find that little gold thing which obviously just decided to be invisible.

But then it happened. Suddenly you lost track of Draco as he was flying faster than ever reaching his left hand to catch the snitch. Everyone in the Slytherin were shouting and screaming Draco’s name. Including you.

“DRACO MALFOY CATHES THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS!” screamed Lee Jordan suddenly and you started screaming and clapping your hands.

“Hell yaasss!!” you give a high-five with Y/F/N as you both made your way on the pitch same as everyone else in the Slytherin house.

“Fuck guys this deserves a party tonight!” screamed loudly Theodore Nott once he got on the pitch so everyone else could hear him.

“LANGUAGE, NOTT!” screamed professor McGonagall.


That evening all your thoughts and fears about the incident with Draco disappeared after you drank your fifth shot of Firewhiskey.

Everyone was celebrating, laughing, dancing and mainly snogging. You, in your short and tight black dresses were dancing with your friend and a cup of Firewhiskey in your hand. You were totally drunk. You were always so drunk when Slytherins threw a party. And Draco always checked on you. But you still haven’t talked to him so you didn’t even noticed the pair of grey cold eyes staring at you and checking your every move from across the common room. 

“I’m gonna go to bed now, I’m about to die there all alone.” you chuckled and threw the rest of the drink in your throat. A common feel of warm flooded your whole body as you left the common room slowly making your way up to your dorm but those stairs were somehow harder to manage then you could remember.

“Hey, let me help you.” you heard that beautiful familiar voice and felt two cold hands on your back.

“Draco! Hi!” you hugged him which caused you two almost falling down on the ground if he wouldn’t catch you. “What a great seeker you are. But now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed.” you turned your back to him and tried to manage the stairs again, but you failed completely.

“Come on, Y/N, let me help you.” to your surprise, he waited for your permission before he carried you like bride to his own dorm.

“Woah woah woah, Malfoy! My dorm is the other way, this is your dorm I don’t want to be here I don’t like it here!” you screamed like a little child when he slowly and carefully put you on his bed.

“Relax, darling, you’re gonna sleep here tonight. I don’t think you could manage those stairs anyway.” he said as he covered you in his green blanket, which was somehow much more comfortable than the one you had in your bed. You had no idea if it was by that awesome menthol smell, or simply because you were drunk, but you decided not to think about that for now. 

“Don’t call me that, Draco.” you said angrily. A sudden flash of sober hit your brain as you realized where you were.  “No no no no no no no I’m not staying here tonight. I’m still mad at you!” you screamed as you tried to find your way out of those hell comfortable blankets.

“I know you are, but I-just lay back, okay?” he asked you politely as you finally got up on your own feet. “Please, Y/N, I miss you. Stay. At least for a few minutes.” Draco gently put his hands on your cheeks which made you look into his eyes.

“Haven’t you heard me? I’m mad at you! I HATE YOU!” you screamed and pull away from him.

“No, no you don’t. You don’t hate me at all.” he shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment. “I know you’re mad at me but I’m not letting you to cut me off of your life like this, Y/N.” 

“Why not? I can’t handle this I-“

“I broke up with Pansy.” he cut you off.

“Wait, what? What did you do?” you asked shocked ignoring the joy in your heart.

“You heard me, darling.”