i live in a very beautiful place


Cities & Moods: Tübingen, Germany 

Es blüht das fernste, tiefste Tal:  Nun, armes Herz, vergiß der Qual!
Even the deepest, most distant valley is in flower. Now, poor heart, forget your torment. (Ludwig Uhland, Frühlingsglaube) 

inspired by the wonderful moodboards by lovely @expatesque:) 

This is the thing. In a non-cliché way, it’s weird waking up every day and literally living out your dream. You wake up in the most beautiful places. Obviously I have the most ­beautiful girlfriend in the world and she’s absolutely amazing. She’s been my dream girl since I was younger. She’s so ace. She is a wonderful, wonderful person and it’s amazing to have someone who can relate to so much of things — someone who’s taken greater steps than me. Her solo career was ­amazing. She’s been in the ­industry for 14 years now. She fully supports me. We’re super happy. It’s a very personal, precious time for us. I’m still ­learning. I’m only 23.
—  Liam on his relationship with Cheryl, to Rollacoaster Magazine (via thedailypayne)

ikeracity  asked:

thac!! which one is rafferty and which one is solace? :DD they're so beautiful!!

THANK YOU @ikeracity AND @camisadobondaxx!!! Sorry that I took so long to answer! Here are some facts about my OCs :)

This takes place in a parallel world where humans may or may not exist, but all humanoid mythological creatures we can think of do. Every species lives in their own discrete territories, and aside from trade or war, interaction between all the species is at a minimum.

So that’s Solace, the mermaid king of the pacific ocean. Sol’s personality fluctuates between that of a child and a very old, powerful deity. Sol has always been very lonely because of his status and his power, which his fellow merpeople shun, fear, and yet also hold the utmost respect for. But all he really wishes for is a friend - he’s never really had one. As it is with all merpeople, he loves pretty things, and he’s ridiculously vain and meticulous with his appearance, but he isn’t remotely anything proud or arrogant. He’s a very passionate soul, and can be both extremely gentle and so extremely temperamental that he has caused devastating earthquakes and tsunamis. But mostly he’s gentle.

Rafferty is a knight of the sky, sort of a low-ranking angel. Angels are sort of a militaristic species, so Raffie is very reserved, shy, and can seem emotionally distant to those who don’t know him. Generally, Raffie is very, very gentle. His power is sensing life force and manipulating it to a certain degree; he can heal wounds, speed or slow down the growth of living things, but nothing too extreme. He loves impressing Sol with growing flowers from seemingly out of nowhere. He has rage, too, but it doesn’t manifest as anything as dramatically physical as Sol’s fits - instead, it’s an eternal ember that kills you excruciatingly slowly and painfully if you happen to be the target of his rage.

He would never say exactly how it came to be, but Raffie keeps his eyelids closed all the time, so Raffie is effectively blind. Nobody really knows whether he has damaged eyes, or that he is just no longer allowed to use his otherwise functional eyes, but we know for sure that his sightlessness was the work of a superior angel who was furious with him for falling in love with a mermaid. Blinding was chosen to make sure Sol was punished too.

I’m gonna be drawing my OCs every once a while, depending on my mood, and I hope you’ll come to like these precious beans. :)

anonymous asked:

Do you still think Jonsa wil happen?😂😂😂U really think he would ever love, boring, plain, weak Sansa? Who all she ever did was whine, & cry, & fuck her family & herself over, over & over again? Did u see how passionate Jon & Dany were in bed? Jon's passionate, his partner has to be passionate, Sansa could never be as sensual & passionate as Dany, not after being raped, she'd be utterly rigid and boring in bed, she would not give Jon any pleasure. Jonsa has no future, Jonerys is endgame.

“Sansa could never be as sensual & passionate as Dany, not after being raped, she’d be utterly rigid and boring in bed, she would not give Jon any pleasure” 

I always try to be nice, but, fuck you, FUCK YOU lady/dude whatever the hell you are 🖕🖕🖕

I just can’t believe you actually wrote that, and sent it in. This is one of the most fuc*ed up sh*t I’ve ever read. Some of you J*nerys fans are disgusting wtf. I’m beyond speechless.

Being raped does wound you, hurt you, in so many ways, but women are strong, they heal with time. I do suppose it will always be difficult for Sansa to trust men, considering what Ramsay did to her, she’ll always be weary of them, and I suppose she’s never going to allow just any man in her bed, again, but if she fully and truly trusted the man, if he respected her, treated her with kindness, gentleness, if he gave her time, made her feel appreciated and loved, wich would further help her heal, and restore some of her faith in men, which Jon literally has done, she would eventually find it in herself to share her bed with that someone. 

She fully trusts Jon already, the physical contact that she initiated multiple times with him, is proof of that, she loves him, he makes her feel safe, and loved, and cared for, she can talk freely with him, because she knows he’d never punish her, nor hurt her in any way. They have a parter like relashionship already, and the amount of trust and love she already has for Jon, is a strong, cemented foundation, that will be key in season 8, when Jonsa will happen.

Plus, Sansa is already fierce and passionate as it is, she does things with passion and fierceness. You don’t know what kind of a lover she would be, what kind of a lover she WILL be, when she finds it in herself, when she allows herself, to fully and truly love someone, and let go of herself with him.

She never had a proper lover, someone to respect her, love her, and treat her with kindness and honor. The only man who shared her bad, was a psychopath that enjoyed beating her, raping her and playing sick, twisted games with her body, every night. You belittling her, belittling her sensuality, degrading her like this, because she was raped, trying to measure who would be more passionate/sensual between her and D@ny, is fucked up, I’d be seriously concerned if I were you, anon.

And btw, D@ny was raped too, remember? And she healed, as you say, she is sensual and passionate. Being raped does not equal, you will never make love with anyone, ever again, in your entire life, you will not get back control over your body ever again, you will never be able to allow/trust anyone to ever love you again, you will never again allow yourself to enjoy making love, that you’ll never feel pleasure ever again, that you’ll never allow to let anyone cherish you, cherish your body, love you as a whole ever again. There is nothing wrong though, in a woman deciding to never let a man touch her again, everyone’s different, some heal quickly, some slowly, and, unfortunately, some never heal.

If she were to allow anyone in her bed, if she were to wed again, Jon will be the one. I am among the people who believe that, she herself will propose the match. She’ll secure her place at Winterfell, she’d never have to leave Winterfell, her home, ever again, she’d have a man by her side, that she 1000% knows will NEVER harm her in any way, she’d have children, which both Sansa and Jon always dreamed of having. As Sophie said in an interview, Winterfell is Sansa’s haven, and if Jon is the key to her staying there, if he’s they Key to bringing stability to the North, she’ll marry him.

People heal, and Sansa, with Jon’s help has done a lot of healing, she is stronger, and more confident, and with him, we’ve seen her come into herself, we’ve seen her happy, genuinely happy, he gave her his love, he gave her strengtht and confidence, and she returned that love, and gave him purpose and acceptance in return. 

Now, onto your -so not- epic boatsex, it was so quick, rushed and had no buildup whatsoever, just passion, as you called it, but passion, lust, do not equal love, especially considering poor Jon hasn’t fuc*ed anyone, in years. He iofc he’s gonna bang her, while he’s at it. I expected for their boatbang scene to bother me, but I was surprised by the fact that it didn’t, at all. It was so, so rushed, Missandei and Greyworm has a better love scene than theirs, it was built up slowly and it lasted more than 20 seconds lol 

“Love didn’t just happen to us, we built it slowly over the years, stone by stone…It’s not as exciting as secret passion in the woods, but it is stronger, it lasts longer.” – Catelyn Stark 2x10 

“And Catelyn just gazes at him with love built on a rock-solid foundation. Years and years of brick by brick and stone by stone. She cares for Ned, loves him in a profound and nuanced way that’s a far cry from the romantic passion she had as a girl for Brandon.” Catelyn Stark AGOT 

These two quotes, fit perfectly Jon and Sansa. Which goes back to show you, passion/lust/desire does not equal love, true love.

I’m not sure what Jon is brewing, but it involves the Northerners turning against him, and making Sansa Queen In The North, why, I’m not sure, but he wouldn’t be so stupid as to declare he’s bent the knee for all to hear, he wouldn’t send a raven to Sansa telling her about it, he’d wait until the great war was won. He’s cooking something, there is a reason why he wants Sansa Queen. One thing is for sure, seducing D@ny is part of his plan, which is going very smoothly, she’s fallen for him, deeply. 

What I think he perhaps has in mind is, sacrificing his position as King, since he doesn’t care much about being King, he never wanted it, his plan is to seduce D@ny, make her fall madly in love with him, so that he has power and influence over her, so that when they get back to Winterfell together, he can use that power and influence to convince to not burn the Northerners alive, to not kill them, to not burn Sansa alive, cause listen, Sansa, she would never bend the knee to a southerner, not after all she’s been through, he will use her love for him, and ask her to allow the North to stay independent, to let Sansa be Queen in the North. 

Part of me even thinks that, in his mind he is also taking into consideration the possibily of having to sacrifice his happiness, by striking a deal for the North’s independence, “I’ll marry you, I’ll come south with you, if, you allow my people to have their own ruler, their own Queen”, of course, once word get’s out he’s a Targaryen, it will change everything, it will change his plans, it will change his relationship with D@ny. Those who think it won’t change a thing between them, are fools. We’re talking about D@ny here, a woman who didn’t give two craps about an army of deadmen coming to kill them all, being all too consumed and obsessed with power and the Iron Throne, that only changed her mind when the Night King killed one of her dragons. When she finds out, the IT is not RIGHTFULLY hers, she’s not the rightful heir, she’s gonna FLIP. Again, if you think she won’t, you’re a fool, and you don’t understand her character.

Going back to Sansa, she is not plain, boring nor weak. She is one of the strongest women in this show, her wits, her personality, her intelligence, her inner strength are the things that kept her alive, though all the horror and madness, that has been her life, since Ned was executed.

I think I would’ve gone mad in her place to be very honest with you, there’s only so much I could take, I always say I’d be dead in a minute, if I lived in Westeros. She’s been through so much, and yet, she didn’t let all these horrors, make her power hungry, or entitled, or evil/mad, nor did she let them harden her, all they’ve done was wake her to reality, show her what the world is really like, and make her stronger, sharper, but she’s remained gentle, caring and kind at heart. She’s grown into a strong, intelligent and beautiful woman, who is anything but boring, plain or weak.

If you can’t see, if you refuse to see how they’re building up Jon and Sansa for romance, for love, that’s your problem, and I don’t quite care, but to go and say, Sansa is not good enough for Jon, because she was raped, that’s literally what you said “she would not give Jon any pleasure”, you talk as if us women are some pleasure tools/machines ffs it’s disgusting, it makes me sick, to think someone would think in such a way. Women who are raped deserve, and are worthy of love, just like every other woman, even more so, being loved, cherished, respected, being understood, is part of the healing process. Ugh, I feel like I’m waisting my breath with you.

Be gone and never return in my askbox ever again, please and thank you.

Originally posted by wxste-of-time-x

Love Covers.

Part of my hospital chaplaincy duties is to write a reflection on how it’s going. Identities may be altered for privacy. All the writings are here.

I’ve seen love. I mean, pure love. The kind that builds you, that bursts wide open and free, the kind they tell you about, but you were afraid to believe.

A nine-year-old boy comes into the trauma bay with deep, jagged lacerations all over his back. Car accident, roll-over; dad and children nearly ejected, going fifty. His shirt is shredded. His back is really torn up, almost ribbons in several places, blood filling his shorts. He’s fidgeting, squirming, but not from his wounds. He’s trying to sit up, eyes darting, looking for someone. He’s trying to tell something to the paramedics, to the nurses and doctors, to me. 

Medicine, he says in a choked whisper, medicine for my sister. She has a new kidney. Medicine.

A second later, his four year old sister is wheeled in—they had been in the same car accident. She’s in shock. Her brother keeps saying, Medicine, for my sister. She needs her kidney medicine.

A nurse replies, “On it. I’m on it, little man.”

I go to the nine year old, pull up a seat, and tell him, “You’re a good brother.”

“Thanks,” he says, finally resting his head. The nurses move around us, not missing a beat, and there’s just me and the kid, eyes locked, his eyes on fire.

“What happened?” I ask him.

“I heard the car inside make a boom, like a firecracker,” he says. “I knew something was wrong. I knew it! I grabbed my sister … and I put myself around her, because … because I didn’t want glass to get in her face.”

I remember his back. The lacerations. 

Suddenly, I’m crying. I lose all professionalism. I’m just crying.

“You’re a hero,” I tell him. “You saved your sister’s life.”

“But her medicine?” he asks. “You’ll make sure she gets it? She takes it everyday for her kidney. It was the one that I gave her.”

“Yes,” I tell him, trying to smile through flooded eyes. “Yes. You’re a good brother,” I say again. “What’s your name?”

He says, “Angel.”

Of course it is.

I sit with him, quietly, as the medical team begins to work on his back. He makes no noise, except to ask how his sister is doing. 

I hold back tears. I feel angry, that something like this had to happen to Angel and his sister, that we live in such a world where no child is safe from destiny, from fate, from the universe, from God, where kidneys don’t work and cars roll over—but I think about Angel covering his sister, and that on our tiny fractured little spinning rock in the random cold chaos of meaningless collision, where the world can explode in glass, one child didn’t hesitate to die for love. I think it is awful that they have to be here in this hospital, but my heart stretches to this other place, where love is powerful and real, and that within lawless disorder, very beautiful things can still happen, and that perhaps pure love must be born through pain, through the life of another. 

— J.S.

books that will change ur life

- a little life by hanya yanagihara (4/5): the saddest book i think i’ve ever read, so dark but also really beautiful and genuine. it’s about the friendship of 4 young men in new york. they lead very different lives but all care about one another. one of the guys is haunted by dark secrets.

- the bell jar by sylvia plath (4/5): a very real and affecting look into depression. takes place during the 1960s and chronicles the downward spiral of a young woman named esther greenwood. doesn’t glorify mental illness; discusses women’s issues that are still relevant to our times.

- dangerous by milo yiannopoulos (3.5/5): a series of social and political essays intermixed with personal anecdotes from the life of milo. it’s a funny book guys, i think everyone should familiarize themselves with it.

- aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire saenz (5/5): the most sincere and heartfelt story of a hispanic teenager’s coming of age. its the first lgbt book i ever read and boy what a great introduction to the genre it was!

- a thousand splendid suns by khaled hosseini (4/5): takes place during the turn of the 20th to the 21st century. about the relationship of 2 women - mariam and leila - in kabul. this book is engaging, heartbreaking; read it guys, the rep is amazing!

- a clockwork orange by anthony burgess (5/5): a deeply disturbing book. written in the 1970s and intended to portray a future vision of england where the youth dominates the streets and violence is rampant. an exploration of the nature of humans. so great!!

the loud gurgling coming from below caused alec to look at the tiny, blue baby warlock bouncing excitedly in the baby carrier that alec had strapped to his chest earlier. his tiny feet covered by the blue and white striped onesie he was currently wearing were moving excitedly as the baby kicked, squealing and cooing as alec walked around the institute, a report in his hand.

alec took baby max’s hand in his and smiled fondly when his blue fingers curled around his pinky, shaking it around in his tiny fist, alec’s wedding ring glinting in the light. 

“are you excited to see papa?” alec asked and max looked up at him, blinking with those huge eyes of his and gave alec a toothless, adorable smile. “yeah, me too.” alec grinned and kissed max on the top of his head. “just one more order to give out, blueberry, and then we can go home and you can drink a nice warm bottle of milk.” 

 alec rounded the corner with a giggling max and entered the training room with ease and with an air of friendship marched up to aline, gloves on and jabbing fiercely at the punching bag in front of her. music loudly blasted from her ears so it took her a second to realize he was there. a smile as sweet as cherries spread across aline’s face at the sight of her friend, her face flushed from training.

“hey, boss,” she said and alec chuckled at the title aline had teasingly bestowed on him when she first arrived at the institute a couple of years ago. “i’m guessing you have the weekly report on the new recruits?”

“that i do,” alec presented it dramatically and aline took it with a flourish, adding a little bow which was accompanied by a giggle. “i looked them over but i wanted you to keep them, since you are the one in charge of that department.”

“children are a joy, aren’t they?” aline sighed, shaking her head with a grin. “you certainly are, aren’t you?” she crooned suddenly, looking at max and taking his little feet in her hands and waving them up and down. max always got that bright, happy look in his eyes whenever he saw aline and it warmed alec’s heart when his son laughed at one particular funny face aline was making at him.

“oh, you are just too cute!” aline squealed, kissing max on both cheeks. his chubby hands made contact with her face and he smiled as he ran his fingers over her cheeks curiously. “he totally has magnus’ charm.” she looked back up at alec, who was chuckling fondly at the scene before him.

“how do you know he got that all from magnus?” alec huffed, pretending to mad, even though he knew it was true.

“have you met your husband? one look and he’ll sweep you off your feet. this little guy is going to make the world spin with his smile or laugh alone.” aline said as max was still running his hands along her face, occasionally pressing their foreheads together and causing aline to giggle.

“well, that’s true. he did sweep me off my feet.” alec felt butterflies erupt in his stomach at the thought of magnus, his husband, his absolute one and only love and how nothing had changed since the first day they had met, a dopey smile on his face and his cheeks flushed and his heart sighing dreamily. aline was right: all it took was one look and alec was gone forever.

“aw, you’re getting that look in your eyes, you sap.” aline teased coming up from playing with max to poke alec in the arm.

alec rolled his eyes. “look who’s talking,” he gestured towards aline’s ring finger, a gorgeous engagement ring winking at the both of them. “every time helen walks bye, you have to stop and watch her leave. every time she kisses you, you sigh that sigh. you know the one: the cheesy, romantic, be still my beating heart sigh. don’t point fingers at me, aline.” aline made a face at him but she beamed at him afterwards.

“it’s true. i’m in love and whipped. and here’s the proof.” she wiggled her engagement ring in alec’s face. “you better get us lots of presents.”

“being your best man isn’t enough?” alec chortled and aline stuck her tongue out at him.

“alright, go, be with your prince charming. i have to get back to my princess anyway.” aline pulled alec into a quick hug that wouldn’t smush the baby, placing a quick kiss on max’s forehead. “bye, max!”

“say bye, max!” alec encouraged the baby, who merely looked at him, confusion on his face.

“don’t worry, i know he loves me.” aline laughed and she waved cheerfully at the father and son, turning and practically sprinting down the hallway to go see her future wife. alec watched her go, happiness for his friend taking over his entire soul.

the sound of crying caused alec to look down at max, who was fidgeting and squirming, his face screwed up and his lips puckered.

“aw, i know honey, i know,” alec soothed, carefully taking max out of the baby carrier and holding him to his chest. “we’re going home right now to see papa.”

“no need, i’m right here.” alec turned around surprised to see his husband, his gorgeous, beautiful, amazing, kind, wonderful, smart, strong husband walking toward him, glitter dusting his cheekbones like freckles and eyelids. his hair had blue streaks in it and he look glorious in the glittery black jacket he was adorning, a jacket that alec had grown fond over the years. seeing him walking towards him and their child was like alec seeing magnus walk down the aisle  and he felt his stomach drop as pure bliss overtook his emotions.

“hi, love” magnus reached up, a hand on alec’s neck, to softly kiss him hello. alec let his eyes droop close, the feeling of magnus’ lips on his soft and sweet like toffee and he relished in the feeling of his warm fingertips against his skin.

“hi, babe.” alec hummed and magnus smiled, their noses brushing as he leaned in to kiss him again.

“good day today? how was your client?”

“positively dreadful, darling, but seeing your face at the end of the day makes it worth it,” alec felt his face heat up and magnus smiled and brushed a strand of hair off of his forehead. “how was your day?”

“same, boring, couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you and holding you in my arms. but what else is new?”

magnus tittered at this. “cheeky, mr. lightwood-bane.” he quipped, kissing alec’s nose and turning his attention to the wiggling bundle of joy leaning against alec’s chest.

“there’s my baby!” magnus took max out of alec’s arms and held him up, kissing his cheek repeatedly as max laughed and clapped his hands. “did you miss me? i missed you so much, lovebug!” he blew a raspberry against max’s stomach, causing the baby to roar with contagious laughter.

“he really wanted to see you today. we both did.” alec put a hand on magnus’ lower back as they watched max run his hands through magnus’ hair, babbling. “also, he’s hungry.”

“luckily, you’re married to a warlock, sweetheart.” magnus snapped his fingers and a bottle appeared in his hand.

“luckily, i’m married to you.” alec pressed a kiss against magnus’ temple and magnus smiled at him, scrunching his nose in the way that alec loved, before holding the bottle to max’s mouth. 

“he’s so beautiful,” magnus said as they watched max drink out of the bottle, his eyelashes fluttering as he started to get sleepy. “ he’s growing so fast. soon he’ll be able to walk and talk, even hold this very bottle up by himself. i can’t believe we’re actually parents. and married.”

“what a wonderful way to spend the rest of our lives.” alec replied thoughtfully as magnus made a noise in agreement, leaning back against alec.

“they say a home can be a house and that a home can be a place and that a home can be a person, but they were wrong. a home can be people. my home is two people: my exquisite husband and our exquisite child.”

magnus clicked his fingers and the bottle disappeared and both him and alec, grinning and exchanging soft kisses, watched their son sleeping in magnus’ arms, the three of them surrounded in the feelings of simple but sweet contentment.

different titles ➙ p.j.m ➙ one

pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: angst | fluff | smut | au 

warnings: language

summary: who would’ve thought Park Jimin, one of the richest kids in the world, would fall in love with a homeless one?


Keep reading

Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: More unprotected sex, more cursing, more casual dirty talking? Steve being a good boy, nerd references.

Summary: Rumor has it Loki hasn’t been holding up his part of the deal, (Y/N) is not happy. Part 2 for Casual Affair

A/N: Inspired in P!ATD’s Lying is the most fun… A lot of sex comes under the cut. Feedback is love, feedback is life. 

Originally posted by lucystoll

“I don’t know if you heard the rumors,” Natasha said as she walked with you to her kitchen.

A sparing session had just finished, you were sweaty, tired and very hungry. You two started living together a few weeks after she found out about you and Loki. He didn’t do much to find you which actually didn’t bother you. It was a “no strings attached” relationship and you were interested in holding up your part of the deal. You fucked, yes, but you knew what your place was. Not with him.

You shook your head, making your ponytail move along with you and you heard her sighing heavily. She hated to be the bearer of bad news, but you left her no other choice.

“I think Loki’s having a thing with Wanda,” she pushed the kitchen’s door and headed for the bread drawer.

“So?” You asked, not understanding completely where she headed. You took a long glass from the cabinet.

“I think they’re going at it…”

“What a motherfucker!” You yelled, dropping the glass and hearing it smash on the tile floor. You grunted in exasperation and started picking up the pieces. “Sorry, Nat,” you sighed, finding a plastic bag to put the shattered parts in, “I owe you a glass,”

“Nah, don’t stress about it, it’s just a—wait, you’ve got feelings for him?” Natasha asked from over her shoulder as he made herself a PB sandwich. You headed for the trash can and dropped the small bag of broken glass there. “‘Cause it sure looks like you do,”

“I don’t,” you shrugged, leaning on the countertop, next to her, “it’s just that—I held up my part of the deal and did not fuck anyone in the meantime, who does he think he is anyway? Just because he’s some sort of… god, he thinks he gets to fuck every walking creature and break our deal? Not on my watch,” you walked to the fridge, took the carton and gave it a big sip.

“Whoa, you’d better slow down with that, Alex DeLarge,” Natasha giggled, “oh, by the way” she shook her head lightly, “and before I forget to tell you, Tony’s hosting yet another get together at the tower, we’re all invited—slash—obliged to go, so how about taking your revenge there?”

“I don’t know,” you doubtfully furrowed your brows, “it seems a bit public, and this whole thing was supposed to be a secret,” you sighed heavily, “though I was thinking if Rogers would still like to fuck,” you scratched the back of your neck, “by the way, why don’t you be a god lass and make me a sandwich? Peanut butter sounds cool to me, love,” you smiled innocently and got out of the kitchen.

The week after that, you and Natasha were picking up your dresses from a store that always fulfilled your needs; whether for undercover missions or for events like the one that would take place that same night. You weren’t exactly the dress kind of girl, but the occasion asked for it; a long, emerald green dress with a huge cut right in the middle of your left thigh, revealing it as you walked to greet your fellow team mates who were incredibly amused at the sight of you wearing a dress and heels.

Your head turned to see Loki who you waved at, but when he started walking to approach you, you turned on your heels and headed to sit next to Steve, at the bar.

“Hey, big fella,” you patted his shoulder lightly, “how’s everything?”

“(Y/N)—” he stuttered—“what a sight for sore eyes,” he chuckled, “you look really beautiful,” you turned your head away and bit your bottom lip. “I’m fine, how are you? I haven’t seen you that much lately, since you live with Nat and all that,”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “she needed another person to pay the rent and I happened to want a place, she’s very cool to live with,” you smiled. “Uhhh… Steve, sorry, can I ask you for a favor? I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t have any other choice… It’s kind of a big deal,” you tilted your head to both sides. He nodded in acknowledgement to your words and you took a deep breath. “I need to make someone jealous, so I need you to dance with me and just do what couples do together… You can totally grab my ass and be disrespectful, I really need this,” you gave him the puppy eyes, he’d surely fall for it.

“May I know who it is?”

“No,” you shook your head, “he’s here in this party and that’s all you gotta know,”

“Well, I can’t say no to those puppy eyes and such a beautiful girl,” he chuckled, shaking his head. He took your hand and dragged you to the spot where people danced. “Let’s enjoy this, shall we?”

The music was loud, and although you didn’t want to admit it, Steve was a great dancer and you were intoxicated by his holy scent. Things may have not worked between you, but Captain America was a most dear friend to you and even though feelings got in the way –his, not yours—you still had a great friendship and a somewhat camaraderie that always saved you from whatever situation. This one included.

The music changed to a slow one, and his firm hands held on to your waist and his lips came dangerously close. You had forgotten how sexy Captain America could be and while you thought about that, from the corner of your eye you spotted Loki and Wanda having the blandest and most boring dance ever. She was obviously thinking about something else and Loki had a hard time looking anywhere else but in your direction.

You smiled to yourself and leaned forward to break the few centimeters that kept you away from Steve. He was enjoying himself as well, and you noticed when his hand moved up to the back of your neck and intertwined his fingers with your hair. You hummed in approval, feeling his body moving in sync with yours with the slow music that wrapped you in such a sensual scene.

Out of a sudden, you feel someone tapping your shoulder and faking a cough to call yours and Steve’s attention. You broke the kiss, panting and smiling like a teenager that had been caught, it wasn’t surprising to see Loki still waiting for you.

“Sorry to bother, Captain,” he said, smiling lightly, “but may I borrow, Miss (Y/L/N) for a dance? Don’t worry, she will be safe with me,” and offering a hand, he expected the captain’s response.

“Off you go, baby,” Steve looked at you knowingly. Then, he cupped your cheek and gently kissed your lips. “I’ll see you later, right?” You nodded and took Loki’s hand.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress?
Well, then think of what you did, 
and how I hope to God he was worth it, 
when the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin

“Captain Rogers, really?” He scoffed, placing a hand on the small of your back as he held your free hand with his other one. His moves were graceful, and in his eyes you could notice something that wasn’t there before; longing, mixed with the possessiveness of his hands made your night magical. You were enjoying yourself and about to enjoy this even more.

“My personal life is none of your goddamned business, darling,” you replied slyly, “but now that we’re on it, Wanda? Really? I didn’t think she was that naïve,”

“None of business, darling,” he mocked, “we’re just having fun, just as you are fin with Steve,”

“Are you fucking her?” You bluntly asked. “Because if I’m not mistaken, and I’m usually not, I think we had a deal…”

“That’s one way to say it,” he chuckled, turning his head away, “but no, we are not fucking,”

“That’s not what I heard,” you rose your eyebrows.

“Well, I’m afraid to say you were misinformed,” he stated. “We are just… friends,” he pulled you closer, until your head was leaning on his shoulder.

“Is she worth it?” You asked in a barely audible whisper; you noticed right away how his body tensed at the little distance between you and your breath against his skin. “Does she make you tremble when she touches you?” His breath hitched and his heart beat so fast that you could feel it trying to break free from inside his chest. “Do you tremble as you undress her?” You moaned softly, imitating your own sounds. “Do you know if she actually comes, or she prefers to fake it? Are you with her the same way you are with me?” No piece of clothing would be thick enough to hide his bulge; he was not only uncomfortable from the questioning, but you could easily recognize how aroused he was becoming. “Do you think about me when you’re taking her? Have you ever said my name instead of hers?” Loki took a deep breath, and as you swirled and swayed, he managed to keep a bit more distance between you. Once your eyes met again, you saw his cheeks tainted with a very soft flush and smiling innocently, you carried on as if nothing happened.

“I already told you,” he managed to say, “Wanda and I are not together in that way,” you didn’t know Loki enough to determine when he was lying, but his choked voice and careful words were great at deceiving his made up confidence. “Are you jealous?”

“Not at all, but I just don’t like being lied to,” you replied, taking a step back to keep even more distance. It was not on your mind to make a jealousy scene because you had nothing to be jealous about, you knew your boundaries and whatnots; it was not your place to be all neurotic about it, but there was one thing you cherished the most and that was loyalty; Loki was not being loyal to you. “We had a deal and I held up my part, the least I could expect is that you’d do it too,” one of your hands freed from his and grabbed his jaw tightly. “You fuck me, not with me,” you let go of him and walked away towards the door.

I’ve got more wit,
a better kiss,
a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you’ll ever meet,
sweetie, you had me

Loki followed your steps closely, and once he was close enough, he grabbed your hand and pushed you to one of the toilets near the hall. You knew exactly where he was going and what he was thinking, and using all your strength, you pushed him to close the door and headed straight to his lips.

You missed it. Actually, you missed him, to be more precise. It had been a while since you last saw him and truth being told, you liked the thing you had, no strings attached, no bullshit; just plain and unfeeling sex. You couldn’t ask for more. You slid down his vest and ripped the buttons of his shirt. It was too much clothing anyway. His chest heaved with deep breaths; it could have been the alcohol numbing your senses, but you could’ve sworn you could hear Loki’s heartbeat drumming through his chest and booming on your ears.

Your fingers drew the lines of his chest painstakingly, and a naughty smile drew on your lips as your teeth dug on your bottom lip harshly. You wanted him to beg for you, for all of you. Fucking him senseless to make him forget about whatever he had with Wanda was your mission for the night, and you’d use every little trick under your sleeve to accomplish it.

“Well,” he sighed, “Wanda would not do that,”

“Oh, sweetie,” you giggled mischievously, “you’d never have something like me again,” you traced his thin bottom lip with your thumb. “In fact, you may never have me again,”

He walked you towards the sink, which luckily was more like a kitchen’s counter rather than a normal one. He helped you sit on the top and you tore the opening your dress already had. Accidents happened and this was a most unavoidable one. Your hand went to the back of his neck, and pulled his hair to let him know who was in control.

“Oh really?” Loki chuckled. “And what makes you so damn special? You’re a mere mortal,”

“Perhaps I am,” you let go of him and ran a finger on his torso again, “but I can be well damn sure that she doesn’t touch you like I do,” your legs slowly wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer. “She’s sweet; I am not” you ran a hand through your hair.

“You think you’re so special right?” He mocked, closing the space between you and using that soft voice he used to get something from you; this time it wouldn’t work.

“I don’t,” you shook your head, pushing him away enough, “I know I am, you wouldn’t have let me in your room if I wasn’t, now would you?” You pointed out. “I’ll admit I don’t know you that much, Laufeyson,” you snickered, “but I do know a bit about the male behavior,” you smiled doubtlessly, “you’ve had dozens of girls offering themselves at you and yet I was the one you let in,”

Girl, I was it, look past the sweat,
a better love deserving of
exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

“Now, listen to me, Laufeyson, and listen to me good,” you said, firmly grabbing the collars of his torn shirt and placing his face very close to you. “I don’t care what deal you have with Wanda; she’s not important here, but you and I had a bigger deal and one that I liked a lot, so you either get your shit together or you just start forgetting about me because I am not going to be the one to welcome your sorry ass when your little girlfriend dumps you,”

“What choice do I have then?” He smiled in amusement.

“I’ll be nice tonight,” you let go of him and looked at him with a nonchalant smile, “but just because I’ve actually missed this; we could have fun here, and then it’ll be up to you to keep our deal or not,”

Let’s get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster

He leaned forward to kiss you impatiently; his hands kept your head in place while your shaky hands hurriedly unmade his belt. You could feel your own heart pounding as his hands roamed down your chest. He was as cold as usual, but his touch left a burning feeling on you; sex with Loki was something you would never get accustomed to, the way his hands seemed always so longing to be near you, or that sinful glow on his eyes whenever your gazes met. It was magical, yet so dangerous that you knew if you weren’t careful enough, you’d get hurt.

But you were willing to take the risk anyway. What was life without a little bit of danger?

He was hard and before you only realized you were dripping when a low groan rolled from your tongue. His long, icy fingers were working your clit perfectly, getting you all ready to take him completely. As you tried to keep yourself steady on the countertop, you must have dropped a few bottles of god knows what, because you both were startled by the sound of them. Being caught was never a part of your sexual fantasies, but there were so many people at the party that being caught either by a stranger or a familiar face, made your heart race like crazy.

“You’re so wet, darling,” Loki purred against the skin of your neck as he stroke himself before fucking you.

You rose your knees and propped your feet on the edge of the countertop and pushed your dress to the sink under you. As Loki entered you, your head slowly fell to one of your shoulders. A moan escaped in between your tightly clenched teeth; his hands cupped your face and thumbed your cheeks. Even though his pace was away from loving, the expression in his face was. In the few seconds of sanity he conceded, you knew what he was thinking because you were thinking the exact same thing.

He was not your three seconds, but there wasn’t anyone else that you would share that moment with. The cold intimacy was the best one, and when you looked up, there he was, smiling. You could’ve replied the smile if only he hadn’t started circling your throbbing clit. You whined loudly, feeling yourself ready to blow. You held on to his shoulders, trying to hide yourself, but his hands intertwined in the back of your neck, keeping you at arm length and staring straight at you.

“I’m going to watch you writhe and cum,” he panted hastily, “you’re mine for the taking and I will see how you come undone because of me,” he picked up the pace and for a moment, all you could hear was the sound of his sweaty body slamming against yours; well that until a drunken someone pounded at the door, demanding to use it and trying to get in, but it was futile, Loki locked it.

“Loki—I’m—” your voice trembled, and honestly, all of you did, no wonder why your sentence finished in a high pitched cry; now you could hold on to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as if he was the one to keep your blissfully breaking self together.

Your walls clenched around his cock, helping him getting closer and closer. He pressed his forehead to the crook of your neck, but just as he had done with you, you cupped his face and looked right into his green, shiny eyes.

“Come on, Loki,” you smiled, “come for me, babe,” you encouraged him. He shut his eyes closed and grunted lowly. You moaned again, feeling the familiarity of another orgasm in just one night.

You were shaking from head to your curled toes, trying to keep yourself together as you nervously giggled. He looked at you with delight, caressing the sides of your face and taking back some rebel locks of your messed hair; the cold intimacy had warmed up a bit and as he helped you getting all cleaned, he said.

“Wanda definitely does not do that,”

“You fucked me senseless and you still remember her name?” You frowned, folding your arms on your chest. “I think you’re gonna have to fuck me again and again until we forget our own names,” you shrugged childishly and fixed your torn dress. “Shit,” you looked at the threads on the part you tore apart, they were almost revealing your private parts, “I shouldn’t have ripped this damn dress, Nat’s gonna fucking kill me,”

“That can be fixed,” Loki snapped his fingers and in a split second your reflection showed you as if nothing happened. “It’ll fool everyone,”

“A good fuck and a good trick,” you said absentmindedly, “I hit the jackpot with you, Laufeyson,” you cupped his face, kissed him and unlocked the door to leave him. Now it didn’t matter if he was able to keep his promise, this could definitely be a great last fuck.

and sometimes you get to experience the closest thing to bliss…you get to go to the pool for the first time as yourself. shirtless. with a completely flat chest. no bikini top. no sports bra. no KT tape. • swimming has been a massive part of my life since I was little, from relaxing in the oceans of the west coast to competitive swimming, I’ve always felt calm around the water. but it was something I had to give up when I came out as transgender, I became terrified of the pool because my dysphoria would take over and my anxiety would cause me to trap myself inside. But today, I’m almost 6 months post op and I finally got to go back to my happy place for what feels like the very first time…I finally feel at peace with my body 🌸✨

Too sweet. Part 5- BTS Vampire!au

Genre: Angst/ Fluff? (I’m sure there will be some elements of fluff eventually) / M(Mature themes) / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Yoongi X Jungkook X Vampire!au BTS

Type: Vampire!au

Author’s note: I know this took months but I hope u like it I enjoyed writing this part. I’m revamping this series with more a angsty love triangle plot nd i’m highkey excited!!!😍 This part is for you @justoneday-minyoongii ❤❤❤

Originally posted by jeonbase

INTRO/Prologue I Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6 I

I was enticed by her, I yearned for her. When I caressed her with my cold fingers she didn’t shy away, she welcomed me warmly. I haven’t realized her meaning, but I’m content when we touch. 

I created a pit of despair, I pushed her away, I resented that I ever met her.

You skimmed over the book title languidly, you hands feeling the soft leather. You had found your way to a nice lounge like space and decided to read the books Jin had suggested. He wasn’t lying when he said some of the concepts would be difficult to grasp. As you read you stumbled upon a section; it read,

‘Vampires of this bloodline are know as the ‘lovers of blood’. When fed from on the crescent moon, prey can suffer from strong urges of affection, for anyone they see fit. Emotions become loose and vulnerable. Their words will be undoubtedly believable. Cunning, manipulating, anything to seduce it’s prey.’

You read over that with a perplexed expression.

“I see you’ve finally started the reading, do you need any help?” You looked up to see that the voice where coming from. Namjoon walked towards you with his hands in his pockets, you sighed.

“No, thank you.“ You looked back at the book and tried to look focused but he could see through that.

“You don’t understand it do you? Let me see.” You gave up and handed him the book.

Ah, your reading about Jimin’s bloodline. This is a really old book but it’s pretty accurate. A short summary of this would be, ‘because of their manipulative and charming nature they can coax whomever they want into their grasp, in a basic sense; they leave you high and dry. Have you experienced any of this?” 

“No.” You looked at him with a board expression.

“No? Well if you do don’t worry the affects go away in about 3 to 7 days. By the looks of it, your blood is adjusting well to the feeding so I doubt it’ll take too much of a toll on you.” He handed you the book with a smile.

“You should take it easy just in case, Kitten. If you need anything don’t hesitate to call.” He winked goodbye. You were almost fine with talking with him until he brought up the nick name that you hated you’ve become accustom to. 

You were wondering where everyone was, it was quite and you haven’t seen the usual faces you were used to seeing rush around the building. Instead of dwelling on that you just picked up another book.

“Have you checked up on Y/N? How are her blood levels?” Jin asked. Him and Namjoon were on an elevator up to the board room. All the Vampire and human doctors and deans were called to a meeting and Jin was on of the special guests.

“Yeah, Jimin fed from her last night and physically she’s adjusting.” 

“I was going through her blood tests and I found something a bit, abnormal.“ Jin pulled Namjoon into a slight secluded corner in the hall. 

 "The tests aren’t telling me if she’s a good donor for Yoongi, it keeps coming out as unreadable. It’s funny when you think about it, the first time I tested her I didn’t want to say anything but the CB special donor association would love to get there hands on her. She’s documented as my student, so even if they tried to take her they’d be violating their on law.” The two made their way into the meeting room and got situated at their seats.

“Thank you all for attending this meeting, your time will not be wasted. We’re here to discuss the strongest donors in the university and what their status is.”

‘Y/N, I will be out of town for a day or two. If you have any trouble, just call me. P.s I want you to write a donor observation paper.”

You sighed, setting down the bent piece of paper. You’ve been reading for a few hours now and it was getting tiring, so you decided to do some exploring. You sat down your book and went out into the lobby. You didn’t know that everyone would just jump ship and you’d be left alone-

What’s that sound?…” You mumbled to yourself.

It was the sound of a piano. You looked around to see if it was down here but a piano was nowhere to be seen. You looked up the staircase, maybe it’s coming from up there. You walked up the stairs only to arrive a Jin’s living space. You peeked down the hall to see a room door slightly cracked. You placed your hand on the door and the music stopped,

“Why did you stop? It sounded beautiful…” 

Yoongi inhaled and exhaled deeply and pulled back his hands. He stopped playing because of you, your blood’s smell was very potent and distracting.

“Oh, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to intrude or anything. It sounded really nice…“ You realized that your sudden intrusion was probably a bit rude. He didn’t look back at you, he was too into his thoughts. 

You took his silence as an okay to get closer to him. As you stood just a few inches behind him; he was wondering why you seemed so familiar, like he’s been in your head before… Then it came to him, he knew you from that night Jin had a speech at a university and he mistakenly linked to your consciousness. That’s why you felt sleepy all of a sudden, it was because of him. He abruptly stood to his feet, making you a jump back a bit. His gaze caught yours, it was like a trans to look at him. His eyes resembled sable, so deep and celestial in a way. He stepped towards you and nonchalantly dipped his head down to sniff at your neck. 

“Ah…” He moaned lowly. He wasn’t use to blood making him feel this way, just your smell alone infatuated him. He looked you up and down, at this moment he began to analyze you, your face, your skin, your body…everything. He’s never gotten personal with a donor, personal meaning actually appreciating what they had to offer, but that’s because most blood makes him sick. He wanted to know you, to feel you, for some reason.

“Did Jin tell you to come in here?”

You cleared your throat, not sure you heard him correctly. Ever since you’ve been here he hasn’t shown the slightest interest in your blood and now he’s asking if Jin sent you? Of course you’re taken aback. 

“Um, what? No, why?”

“Jin thinks your blood would be good for me,” He let his finger tips graze over the spot he was hoping to bite.”So I assumed he sent you…” 

“Oh, well no he didn’t.” You casually shifted the weight on your feet.

“I don’t see you very often, are you-”

“Sit.” He pointed to the piano stool.

You narrowed your brows, you were caught off guard by the sudden demand but you obliged none the less. You sat with your hands in your lap, looking up at him as he stood behind you.

“Can you play?” 

“Not really- well I know one thing but I don’t practice so it’s-”

“Let me hear it…” He eyed your fingers, waiting for them to make their way to the instrument.

“Ok…” You cleared your throat, placed your hands on the keys and began to play. You played slowly, bringing down the tempo by at least two beats. Your finger had slipped one or two times, making a flat or a sharp when there shouldn’t have been. But you successfully finished the little melody and you exhaled in relief that your pitiful little recital was now over.

“That sounded a bit off…”

“Yeah, I told you I don’t practice…” Your cheeks went red at his critic and you smiled to yourself, it did sound pretty bad.

“You’re warm…” He placed his hand over yours and you flinched as his gelid hand tickled your finger tips .

“You’re cold.” You laughed at your little retort and he walked around the stool, to look down at you.

He craned down as if he were about to bite you so you closed your eyes, awaiting the contact. He swiftly pulled you to your feet and caught you in a demanding kiss. It took you a second but you slowly melted into it, he was cold but you felt the utmost warmth in him. His hands were glued to your sides as the kiss became feverish. He didn’t want to pull away, you felt too perfect but he decided he’d let up before he could get too carried away. His bottom lip glistened with a bit of his saliva and they were cherry red in the center. Your cheeks and lips were flushed and you had a feeling those side affects from Jimin were the cause of your willingness to just let Yoongi kiss you like that. He was almost as surprised as you at his action but he couldn’t explain it, you seemed so familiar to him he wanted to feel you.

“Your scent is really- it’s strong…” He shook his head to get his hair from draping over his lashes. He knew that potentially you could give him the same symptoms as any other blood would but you were too good to not try, at least once.

He grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pushing you against the piano. He tilted his head, crooking up the corner of his lip as you tried to avoid pressing down on any keys.

“Do you know the risks?” He asked as he twisted a strand of your hair between his thumb and index finger.

You sheepishly shook your head no whilst swallowing thickly. He pushed back your hair and brushed his lips over your skin, making you shiver. “I won’t hurt you…why are you nervous? Relax…” At that he languidly bit down. You flinched upon the sting but you did your best to relax as he slipped his eyes shut in pure bliss. Your blood was better than he expected, it felt like the first time he’s ever truly indulged in such a hypnotic sweetness. You gave him a feeling he’s never felt before, it was like an out of body experience, like he was floating and you were the only thing that could keep him grounded. 

He noticed you didn’t know what to do with your hands, you had them awkwardly at your chest. He placed your hands on the shoulders of his shirt for you to grab something and he took this chance to press your bodies closer. You scrunched his shirt into your fists as you started to feel lightheaded. He was leaning a lot of his weight against you so you found it more difficult to stay standing. You tried to steady yourself by holding on to something behind you but instead you mistakenly slammed your hands on the keys, emitting an awful jumble of broken notes.

Ah!” You gasped, you didn’t know it but your blood was shot with an onslaught of adrenaline and the taste was overwhelming. He pulled away and started panting lowly under his breath to steady himself. He pried himself away from you, removing his teeth from your neck faster than he would have liked and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Sorry…” You apologized lowly.

“You might have a headache for a little while…” He held onto your arm to make sure you didn’t loose your balance before letting you stand on your own. He acquired that unreadable expression once again as he left the room.

You expected to feel tired or in pain but it was more like a nice fuzzy feeling in your head. You could almost compare it to being high, although you’ve never experienced it, you were sure this is what it felt like.

“I’m starving…” Taehyung whined, whilst lazily playing with his phone. 

Hoseok leered at Tae with pure agitation in his eyes and he was about to tell him for the tenth but they were arriving at the gates. Tae perked up at the site of the gates, Jimin and Jungkook had both been in deep thought. Jimin was worried, you were left alone and he wasn’t sure if you were feeling any of the symptoms. Jungkook was trying to make a plan, he wanted to try and feed from you but he knew it would be difficult with all of his Hyungs around. 

“Jungkook-ah, you know what I’m gonna do when we get inside?” He crooked his brow. 

“I’m gonna find Y/N and we’re gonna have a nice and long feeding session.” He cooed chuckling at the thought.

Jungkook tried to conceal his disdain for that teasing statement so he gave him a dirty look..

“Sorry but I’m feeding from her first.” 

Jungkook looked at his Hyung with a look of betrayal. Taehyung scoffed, knowing that the older vampires were entitled to the blood of there choice so he couldn’t really fight with him. They knew you were off limits to Jungkook but they couldn’t help but tease him a little. They finally pulled in and there were a few students who were unpacking and going inside. The four of them went inside as the chauffeurs got their bags and everyone went there separate ways except for Tae who was following Hoseok. He looked at Hobi with the most devious eyes, and Hoseok grinned.

“Ah…I can sense her. You know, I’m feeling generous…. Tae, I guess there’s no reason why we can’t share, come on.” Tae’s eyes lit up at his words and the both of them went towards that sweet scent that they’ve been craving for a few days now. When they found you you were in one of the empty classrooms, reading book. They walked inside and they were surprised you didn’t here them come in.

“Y/N, we’re back.” Tae tapped your shoulder and you whipped your around, startled to see them but also relieved. 

“Oh- Taehyung, Hoseok, hi, how was your trip?” You stood up to bow to them and they both smiled at you warmly. 

“It was good but we’re really hungry, Y/N.” Hoseok stalked towards you, already hinting his intentions. You grinned nervously, if he was gonna drink your blood why was Tae here? 

“Oh, really?” You turned around to pull off your reading glasses and set them on the desk and your heart was now beating out of your chest, he said ‘we’re’, that could only mean that the both of them were planning something.

 “Uh…you guys should go eat something then…” You were hoping they were here just to say hi but you kind of got the message. 

“You’re funny Y/N, you are our something to eat.” He laughed show casing his boxy smile and when you turned around to try to come up with an excuse Hoseok was standing right in front of you. 

“Hey!-” You squealed, grabbing onto Hoseok’s shirt when he quickly grabbed the back of your thighs in an attempt to lift you up. 

“Hobi! Stop it!” You wrapped your arms around his neck in fear that he would drop you if you didn’t. When you moved your arms from around his neck he eased you to sit up on the wooden desk. You were eye to eye and he had the most breathtaking smile plastered on his lips, you were speechless.

“Don’t get shy on me-” He stopped mid sentence, knitting his brows before moving your hair so he could conclude his hypothesis.

 “Yoongi? Yoongi fed from you…And You’re still standing?” He was almost shocked yet he chuckled a little under his breath, knowing your blood was so indifferent he kind of expected this. You flinched when Tae’s hand was suddenly on your shoulder and his cold nose brushed over the healed wound while he confirmed that it was Yoongi’s. 

“Y-yeah, what’d you mean still standing?” Neither of them cared to answer, given how distracted they were by the new found information. 

“She really is perfect…” Tae said with a small look of aw on his face.

Hobi was apart of the breed of vampires who thrived on touch when they fed, at least that’s what the book said. They have to feel that you’re there and it was a trait developed at a young age. It was an odd quality but you were willing to conform. Your eyes fluttered shut upon his hands brushing away your hair and him just caressing your skin.

“Aren’t you gonna try to make an excuse or something? You seem so willing.” You peeked open your eyes to see him awaiting an answer. 

“I’ve been reading about you guys and your breed of, you know…” You turned from him too shy to further explain. “You’ve been reading about me? Aw, that’s cute.“ He laughed.

 “What about me Y/N? Have you read about me yet?” Taehyung spoke eagerly. You shook your head no and he furrowed his brows. 

“You did all your research for him but not me?” He scoffed. Hobi looked back at Tae with a cocky smirk.

“No, it’s not that I just haven’t gotten to it yet…” You explained, in an attempt to make him feel better but there was still a pout on his lips. Speaking of lips someone was taking quite an interest in yours. Hoseok’s eyes kept glancing at your lips and when he noticed you looking at him weird he snapped out of it with a nervous grin. 

He was low-key wanting to kiss you, you didn’t know if you wanted to do that. Sure you kissed Yoongi but that wasn’t you acting it was just the moment. “What?”

”Your lips look perfect…Can I?“

That was really forward.

At least he was asking, unlike some people. You shook your head no, you just didn’t feel comfortable doing that, especially if Tae was watching. He left it alone and went straight for your neck, biting down quickly making you wince. Meanwhile Taehyung was trying to figure out where he was going to bite you. And then it hit him. He stalked over to you two, you weren’t paying any attention to him but you felt Hoseok move to the side a little, you wondered why. 

Taehyung knelt in front of you and his hand found your leg. You looked down at him and he smirked before biting into your thigh. “Agh!” You couldn’t help but jerk your leg away from the unfamiliar sensation. You were groaning in discomfort and trying to get away, but it was difficult. Hoseok’s hands gripped your waist to keep you at bay.

When he pulled away you whimpered. “Does it sting?”

“Mhm…” At your response he suddenly tongued at the bite marks, lapping at it like a animal would a wound. Out of appreciation he licked the wounds to ensure a quick healing. Tae was using both of his hands to hold your leg down but you still managed to move around. 

“Y/N, stop moving…” He groaned from on your neck.

“S-sorry.” You relaxed and soon laid your head on Hobi’s shoulder. Tae looked up through half lidded eyes and he was a little jealous, seeing you and Hobi like that was getting to him, he decided to do something about it.

He removed his teeth making you gasp; he stood up while wiping the blood from his mouth. He scooted Hoseok out of the way so that he was no longer between your legs and he went to your neck, you assumed he was going to bite you but he only pecked your skin in the most delicate way. Hoseok was side-eyeing him, he knew what Tae was doing but he wasn’t about to entertain it. But then again he thought it would be fun to test him a little…

In one quick movement Hobi fist his hand into your hair and pulled your lips to his, he had a thing for hair pulling you’ve learned. You whined for him to let up but he only hummed in response. Tae decided to give his hyung a run for his money, he sucked on your skin sloppily in an attempt to leave a mark. This didn’t feel right, you didn’t like this at all. You wanted to get away but you didn’t have the physical power to protest, not that it would’ve helped.


Jin walked into the room and his jaw dropped. He didn’t know if he was furious or confused. You were currently sitting on a table with Tae and Hobi practically devouring you.

“What the hell…” Namjoon trailed in behind him and his face contorted in mild disgust. There were two streams of blood going down your calves and he could tell Tae was responsible for that. Mentally the two cursed themselves at the arrival of their hyungs and this couldn’t get any more awkward. Hoseok scooted from between your legs and tried to help you off the table but you swatted his hand away and got off yourself, landing on your feet unsteadily. The wounds were still sore and your cheeks burned in mortification.

“H-hey Hyung, how was your-”

You two, get out and I’ll deal with you later. Y/N, come with me so I can clean you up.”

The two of them straightened up and gave you a nervous smile before swiftly leaving the room. You looked over at Jin but quickly looked away, you don’t know how you allowed this to happen, but then again you weren’t no match for the both of them; you were defenseless. 

Jin walked over to you and grasped your hand, leading you out of the class room and downstairs to the lab.

“On their behalf, I’m so sorry.” Jin pointed to the chair near the counter and you idly took a seat. You knew they had their instincts and all but what those two did wasn’t something you’ve ever witnessed before; it was inhuman. 

“They normally don’t do things like that-” he paused mid sentence, “Oh, you’re healing faster…that’s good.” You looked down at the slightly minimized pricks on your thigh. And when he got here he sensed Yoongi’s scent on you and he was surprised. Gently, he moved your hair to see that Hobi bite mark was slowly healing but Yoongi’s almost looked fresh. That was unusual, especially since you were giving blood normally now. He pulled up a chair and cleaned the access blood around the wound. He put some type of medicated ointment on it before bandaging it.

“Have you been ok? I know I haven’t been able to check up on you like I want to, I’ve been really busy.” Jin got up to give you a glass of water and you thanked him.

“I’ve been fine… but can I ask you a question?” You spoke sheepishly.

“Sure, anything.” Jin looked at you tentatively.

“How come you don’t try to drink my blood? I mean- it’s just the others always go on about how good it is…And you haven’t had any.” You didn’t know if that sounded weird but you were just curious.

“I’ve sampled some of your blood, don’t get me wrong; your blood is excellent but I don’t feed from donors. It may not seem like it but feeding is a very intricate process. It’s pretty normal for the others but some more mature vampires take feeding as an intimate thing, like you may have noticed with Yoongi.” Jin had stuck your arm to draw some blood while you drank your water and you choked on it.

“Intimate?…” You swallowed with a confused expression, he took notice and laughed a little.

“Well intimate might not be the word for it… they’re just really picky, the blood and vessel have to be to their preference. Not everyone’s like that, like Hoseok…he isn’t too picky…” He took out the needle and replaced it with a cotton ball and medical tape

“Oh… But that doesn’t answer my question.” you brought your arms to your self and awaited an answer.

“I don’t get as affected by the scent of blood, I’ve always been like that; that’s why I’m able to do surgery and be around blood without wanting it. I don’t drink from you because I try not to drink from donors unless absolutely necessary, that’s the only reason.” Jin helped you stand from your chair and he had a look in his eyes; like he really did have hidden intentions but he willed himself to step away.

“We’re gonna see how your blood affects Yoongi so you go up stairs and I’ll be up shortly.”

You nodded before making your way to the elevator. It was a short trip up and when the doors opened you saw Yoongi sitting on the couch and Namjoon sitting opposite of him.

Namjoon caught your gaze, you looked like you wanted the world to swallow you up. “Y/N, that was quite a show we walked in on-”

“Don’t, it’s already embarrassing enough.” You were redfaced and he laughed as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever witnessed. You sat in the seat one space away from Yoongi and put your face in your hands.

“It’s ok Y/N, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some of the shyest donors like it that-”

“Stop teasing her, Namjoon.” Jin cut in, rescuing you from Namjoons teasing. Yoongi rested his head on his hand with his elbow propped on the side of the chair, seemingly uninterested in the whole ordeal. You watched Namjoon get up and pressed your hands to your knees in anticipation. Jin called for you to stand up and so you did.

“Y/N, I’m gonna ask you to do something that may be a little uncomfortable but bare with me.” Jin sat across from where you stood and you looked around, the elder vampires didn’t look at you with much interest but with more of an amused expression - what was going on?

“What’d you mean?” You looked at Jin, completely clueless onto what he was planning. 

“I asked Yoongi to cleanse your blood. You’ll have to go to the student health check at the Crimson Board association, all the donors have to be clean a week before the appointment.” Jin watched your brows furrow and you weren’t liking this. “You’ll have three sessions a day.” 

Your stance wavered and instinctively crossed your arms in defense. “You’re kidding.” 

“No, I’m not. Most donors don’t have to do this but your blood is a little different.” Jin remained calm even though you were obviously upset.

“I don’t understand- You’re a doctor! Why can’t you give me medicine or something? I can’t do that everyday…I can barely take getting attacked randomly and now you want me on a schedule too?” With a furrowed brow, you looked at Jin hoping he’d change his decision.

“Why don’t you want me to feed from you?” Yoongi looked up at you, knowing the meaning behind your unwillingness. It was him.

“I-” You paused, “…It’s not- I don’t know…” Your heart sank, he wasn’t convinced. 

“Yes you do, tell me…” He urged, obviously he wasn’t gonna stop until he got the answer he was looking for.

“It scared me…I don’t know if I can handle all of that…”  

“You can handle it Y/N, Yoongi knows what he’s doing, you’re in good hands.”

You didn’t want to be in anyone’s hands, but you signed up for this; there wasn’t much you could object.

“So it’s just Yoongi?…” You asked bashfully, trying not to look his way.

“Yes, only him for a week.”

“Fine. I’m going to my room, goodnight.” 

You bowed and left the three of them to each other. Jin went to his desk to sign a few papers Namjoon looked over at Yoongi and smirked.

“Since you get to have her to yourself for a whole week I’ll go have a taste before I miss my chance.” 

You stepped out of the thick, stuffy air of the bathroom and surveyed your bedroom before walking out completely. It wasn’t too late but it was around the time most students were asleep. With a robe and slippers on you peeked out to see if anyone was in the halls.

Tip toeing to the kitchen you relaxed when you saw it was vacant. Not bothering to turn on the light you opened up the fridge looking for something to snack on. You yelped in surprise, a tall figure stood behind you, his shadow towered over yours.“Namjoon?…” You called softly.

You heard him scoff, he tugged on your robe making it hang off your shoulder. You tried to turn around and say something that might save you but he was persistent.

“Stay still.” He commanded sternly, and you backed down in fear that he might hurt you. His slender finger hooking around your spaghetti strap he pulled it down, exposing your skin to the cool air. The refrigerator handle was still firm in your grip until he pried it out of your hand and pushed the door close. He shuffled over so that you were facing the hall and he was pressed flush against you. Without warning, his fangs sunk into your tender flesh, tearing through the muscle, shooting sharp bolts of pain to your head. You whimpered in anguish, your skin becoming hot to the touch, he had to hold you up for your legs shuddered erratically and you squirmed relentlessly. Your limbs felt numb and you suddenly didn’t have to ability to move. You panicked.

“Namjoon, ah- N-namjoon, please… I c-can’t move, Namjoon…” You whined loudly, being bitten in this position was straining enough but you’ve also been bitten multiple times in one day. Namjoon tilted your head back onto his shoulder and bit you again but closer to your neck, your eyes squeezed shut. The feeling mimicked ecstasy but it oddly favored numbness, when gave up and let him take full control a sense of gluttony washed over you. You became greedy for more, as if you were a different person you tried to grab his hand and bring him close. He withdrew his mouth and you groaned at the loss. He smirked and brought his lips to your ear. 

“Good, you did good kitten, you actually did it…it feels nice doesn’t it?” He cooed.

You blinked rapidly what just happened? You barely like to talk to him let alone have him touch you. And you gave in, just like that.

“What- what are you talking about? What did you do to me?” Your cheeks were flushed. You tried to get away but you were completely drained, you couldn’t even stand properly. After situated your clothes he turned you to face him and you struggled to keep your eyes on him, blood seeped down the corner of his lip and he licked it up.

“You just submitted to me, with some help of course. I’m surprised, I thought you didn’t like me all that much but you’re surely living up to your name, kitten.” He caressed the top of your head with a cheeky smile/

“Let me go…I’m going back to my room.” You pushed him away with little strength but as soon as he granted your wish you toppled to the ground. Namjoon calmly knelt down to see your unconscious face, he chuckled. You were something else. He picked you up and took you to your room. He opened the door with one hand and laid you on the bed gently as he covered you up. 

When he saw Namjoon leave your room he walked in cautiously, curious onto your state. Yoongi looked upon your sleeping form, your neck still decorated with bite wounds. He touched where Namjoon had bitten you and instantly your face contorted in pain, it made him twitch, his jaw tightened. Namjoon forced a mindset on you in a vulnerable moment to get what he wanted, and to make you feel like you wanted it, how cruel. 

Legit + Significant + Very Personal Things to Live and Recover For

Deep conversations over caffeinated beverages

Being cuddled

You can’t have dogs if you’re unwell/not alive

I have really amazing friends and family who would be sad if I were sick or not here

December, where everything is sparkly and festive

I want a really beautiful wedding at some point

So many places to see like Iceland

I might want children




Fancy dinners

Nice clothes/feeling pretty in nice clothes

Sunrises when you get the chance to see them

Living in a big apartment with lots of light soon

Cooking big breakfasts


Learning new things/mastering new skills

Art and museums

Buying gifts for others

Most fruits

Maybe I’ll publish something

Maybe I’ll be cast in something or direct something I really like

Lipstick in fun colors

Banana bread

Maybe one day realizing that I’m finally recovered and I can live in peace

Tackling Piles of Readings

Beautiful Instagram-worthy study pictures and colorful pen sets aside, tackling piles of course reading is something that very few individuals look forward to. Before I go ahead and tackle my homework for tomorrow, I thought I’d share with you all a brief set of tips as to how I get it done. 

  1. Sit in a place that’s cozy, but not too cozy. For me, that place is my dorm bed. I live between three different places and my bed at my parents’ home (which is only 30 minutes away from my university) is definitely not the place for me to be studying. For some reason, however, I can study perfectly fine on the bed in my dorm room. This isn’t the case for everyone. Lots of people advise against studying in your own bed. For me, I think it’s honestly just a personal preference. What I do make sure to do, however, is to not read under heavy blankets. Instead, I’ll do my reading while I am wrapped up in a thin blanket and am sitting up against my pillows. 
  2. Make sure everything you need is nearby. For me, everything includes a light snack and refreshing or soothing drink (today I’ve chosen bubble tea). Other items that may be useful while reading include pens and highlighters for annotating and a notebook/computer to take notes in. 
  3. Illuminate the room with light. Try to read in a place full of light. That way the darkness doesn’t trick your brain into falling asleep. 
  4. Have a notepad at hand. Write any random, distracting thoughts unrelated to your reading in this notepad. That way, instead of getting side tracked by sudden thoughts, you have them all written down in one place. 
  5. Music? No Music? Up to you. Just make sure that the music is instrumental only. Music with words might throw you off as you read. Keep it on low, if possible. I like to listen to tracks that repeat themselves constantly. That way I don’t get distracted by new chords. Here’s a particular favorite track of mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lX8QVBl-ZG0&t=205s
  6. Keep a dictionary at ready. Look up words you don’t understand as you go. Jot down notes into your reading. The more confused you are, the less you’ll gain from whatever you are reading. This is why clarifying terms is important. 
  7. Take breaks every so often. The human brain is like a sponge, but even sponges have limits to the amount of liquid they can hold. Similarly, your brain has a limit to the amount of concentration it can sustain in one sitting. Take a break when you start feeling brain dead. But time yourself. Make sure your break stays limited. And don’t check social media in this break (unless absolutely necessary). What I like to do is actually get something done off my to do list (like sending an email or filling out a form). That way, I feel better and more accomplished after I’ve taken my break. If I’m feeling too lazy to do that, I usually just jam out to non-instrumental music for a bit or watch a cooking video. The type of video you watch is important because you don’t want to go down that familiar rabbit hole of distraction. That rabbit hole, for me, is comprised of study bloggers, beauty vloggers, etc. Cooking videos just happen to not be rabbit hole videos for me. Find yours. 
  8. Don’t get down on yourself. Don’t get down on yourself if you’re having trouble reading or if you don’t find your reading interesting. Not everything in the world was written to be a thrilling piece of literature or an excitingly well-written research paper. Some pieces of work are just boring – and that’s okay. What’s important is that you finish the reading so that you understand tomorrow’s lecture or get a better understanding of a concept being discussed in class. You won’t always have fun studying. Studying is hard work and hard work is just that: hard. Just keep on at it. In the end, you’ll be glad you did. So will your GPA. 

Those are my eight tips for tackling reading! Happy Studying!

With love, hugs, and good wishes,


We’re Getting Married

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 7923

Author’s Note: So, I love wedding stuff and I planned one out for a Dylan fic and I basically wrote this in one day! Eh? Hopefully you guys will like it. It’s super cute and smutty! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me. Pst, she’s amazing.

You can find all the wedding stuff here

12:00 a.m.

I sat at the island in Dylan’s apartment with a glass of water, looking at the engagement ring on my finger, a small smile on my lips. I still can’t believe he asked me to marry him. Dylan and I have been together for over six years and now we’re going to start the next chapter of our lives and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve been rummaging through many different wedding venues, trying to figure out where we want our wedding. Dyl said that it doesn’t matter where we have it, as long as I’m there along with our friends and family. I’ve always wanted to get married on the beach, because I absolutely love the ocean. I’ve found a couple of places on the beach that hold weddings and managed to pick one, after thinking it over for hours on end. We had decided for the wedding colors to be aqua and white.

I glanced back at my ring, thinking about that day again, never being able to forget it. It was the best day of my life and Dylan made it feel so romantic.

I walked into the apartment after I got done work, seeing Dylan sitting at the island, scrolling through his phone. I closed the door, grabbing his attention and he smiled, walking over to me, greeting me with a chaste kiss to the lips.

“Hey baby,” Dylan muttered against my lips, giving me a few more kisses before we head into the kitchen, sitting at the island. He takes my hand in his as I tell him about my day and how shitty it had been at work. He stood up, walking behind me as he pressed his thumbs into my shoulder, making me groan out in pleasure, feeling his lips against my bare shoulder. He’s literally the sweetest boyfriend I’ve ever had. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” He whispered into my ear and I lean my head back against his chest, looking up at him upside down.

“Oh really?” I asked, feeling a little excited as he nodded his head, placing a kiss to my forehead. I stand up, resting my hands against his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist. “Can I have a hint?” I questioned, biting my lip as he shook his head, chuckling.

“Nope, now go get ready,” He told me and I walked past him, his hand coming down on my ass playfully. I turned around, my lips parted as he has an adorable smirk on his lips.

“That’ll cost you, O’Brien.” I nibbled on my bottom lip, seeing him step closer to me. He wrapped his arm around my lower back, his large hand squeezing my ass cheek.

“You love it and you know it,” He whispered, growling slightly as my heartbeat picks up. He pulled me into a rough kiss, biting my bottom lip as I let out a moan, gripping his shirt in my hands. He pulled away and both of us were panting, getting a little hot as he leaned his forehead against mine. “We should really get going.” I nodded my head, my eyes closed as I try to calm my heartbeat.

I walked into the bedroom, looking through the closet for a cute but casual outfit, since Dylan’s wearing a flannel with a white t-shirt underneath it, paired with black jeans and his favorite adidas shoes. I pull out a sundress, the same sundress I wore on our first date and a large grin was on my lips. He always told me that he loved me in this dress.

I walked into the living room and Dylan glances up at me before looking back down at his phone, until his eyes moved back onto my figure. I stood there in a strapless sundress, the chest area being a beige color while the skirt is light blue and flowy. I had placed on my gladiator sandals and put on very light makeup.

“W-Wow. You look just as beautiful as you did on our first date. Maybe even more beautiful.” He smiled, walking over to me, his eyes roaming my body. I silently thanked him as I blushed, looking at the ground as his hand lightly intertwined our fingers. “Ready?” He asked and I nodded my head, smiling at him as we walked out of the apartment, hand in hand as we walked downtown, which was five minutes from where we live. We walked into our favorite restaurant, walking up to the host at the podium. “Take out for O’Brien?” The hostess nodded, going into the back as my eyebrows furrowed together, confused why he got take out. I was about to question him when she came back with the food, handing it to Dylan. He thanked her, taking my hand in his again before walking out, leading me towards the memorial park. I saw a picnic blanket placed on the ground, candles lit around it as my heart swells.

“Oh my god, Dylan. This is absolutely adorable. I love this.” I placed a kiss to his cheek as I sat on my knees. He sets some of the food on plates, handing me one of them as we ate in a comfortable silence, looking up at the stars every once in awhile. After we had finished eating, he pulled me off the ground, walking along the pathway that’s near a river, enjoying the sounds of the water. We stopped near the water, my arms wrapped around his waist as I rested my head against his shoulder, standing in silence.

“You know I love you, right?” Dylan asked and I looked up at him, nodding my head. He smiled at me, looking past me, his lips parting slightly. “Woah, look at that,” He said and I turned around, trying to find the thing he was looking at. I turned around, ready to ask him what he was looking at when I noticed that he was on one knee. I let out a soft gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. “Y/N, you’ve always meant so much to me and I honestly don’t know what I would do without you in my life. The more I got to know you throughout the years, I fell more in love with you, even when I thought that it wasn’t possible.” He paused, clearing his throat as I can see tears welling up, the same happening to me as I try to blink the blurriness away. “I was so happy when you agreed to go on our first date that I couldn’t contain my excitement, and that happens before every date we go on. I love you so, so much that I want to start the next chapter of our life together. So, would you do the honor and becoming my wife, Mrs. O’Brien?” He finished and a few tears slid down my cheeks, nodding my head repeatedly.

“Yes, Dylan. Of course,” I cried, laughing a bit as he stood up, sliding the beautiful engagement ring onto my ring finger before bringing me into a kiss. Both his hands rested on my face as he put all the passion into this one kiss. I pulled away, looking at the ring on my finger, a wide smile on my lips as I can feel Dylan’s eyes on me.

“I was really nervous to ask you,” He muttered and I looked up at him, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Why? Baby, we’ve been together for six years. I’ve fallen in love with you so hard. But, I’m glad you didn’t chicken out because I’ve been thinking about you asking me for about a year.” I smiled at him and he pressed a small kiss to my lips.

“I love you.”

I smiled at the memory, getting little glimpses of it every time I look at the ring. A hand laid against my waist making me jump, turning around to see a very tired Dylan. He rubbed his eye, pressing a tired kiss to my head. “How long have you been up, baby?” He mumbled lowly.

“I couldn’t sleep. I get too excited thinking about the wedding, even though it’s months away.” I smiled, his head resting against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked at the wedding dress catalogue that was placed in front of me, his lips pressed to my shoulder.

“You should try to get a little sleep. You do have a dress appointment tomorrow and our friends don’t need you being grumpy while trying to find a dress,” He chuckled and I closed the book, turning around, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You’re right.” I smiled and he wrapped one of his arms around my waist, the other placed behind my knees, picking me up bridal style as he walked us to our room, dropping me onto the bed before crawling on top of me. He trailed kisses from the top of my breast up towards my neck. I bite my lip, moving my head to the side, giving him more access as he bit and sucked on the skin under my earlobe. His lips moved up my jawline, pressing a few kisses to my lips.

“You know, if you’re not tired, I could help you get to sleep.” He smirked and I bit my lip, feeling my panties dripping with arousal. I nodded my head and he pressed his lips to mine again before he moved down my body, lying in between my legs. Dylan pressed his thumb against my clit, making my hips buck up, letting out a tiny moan as he looked up at me, continuing to draw figure eights through my panties. I leaned on my elbows, watching him as he pushed my panties to the side, dipping his head down before licking up my pussy, circling his tongue around my clit.

“O-Oh, Dylan,” I moaned out, leaning my head back as my eyes fluttered shut. He licked up my folds a few more times before diving in, poking his tongue through my folds, finding my entrance. His hands gripped my hips as I writhed underneath him, one hand roaming, gripping onto the comforter as my other hand grips onto his hair. His nose nudged my clit as his tongue explored and every once in awhile, he’ll trail back towards my clit, making shapes with his tongue. Moans escaped my lips as he bit down softly, my back arching and I swear at one point he had spelled out his name. Two of his fingers pressed against my entrance as his attention with his tongue stayed on my clit. He slipped his fingers in easily as my arousal has coated my walls and he began pumping his fingers in and out of me. I let out breathy moans as his fingertips brushed against my sweet spot, making me scream out. My walls clenched on his fingers as my orgasm was closing in. Dylan hummed against my clit, pumping his fingers faster as I moved my hips uncontrollably, thrusting my hips all around and he looked up at me, licking his lips.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fingers.” He smirked, adding another finger before picking up the pace, his mouth landing on my clit once more as I screamed out, arching my back as both hands gripped the sheets. My toes curled as I began to cum all over his fingers, moaning loudly. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of me slowly, prolonging my orgasm. After my high had died down, I watched Dylan lick his fingers clean before crawling back up towards me, pressing his lips against mine, faintly tasting my juices on his lips. I was panting underneath him, becoming tired as he pressed a kiss to my cheek before sliding off of me, laying in the space next to me.

“You certainly know what you’re doing,” I mumbled, laying on my side, facing him. He chuckled, scooting closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist, grazing his fingers against my lower back. I nuzzled my head into his neck, closing my eyes as I rest my hands against his chest.

“I know you really well, baby girl. I know everything that gets you off. Now, get some rest, alright?” He whispered and I nodded my head, sleep overcoming as I barely heard Dylan. “I love you so much, Mrs. O’Brien.”

I woke up to the feeling of lips against my shoulder blade and I let out a groan, turning over. I’m almost asleep again when fingers brushed the hair out of my face, and I open my eyes slowly, squinting at the sunlight shining throughout the room. Dylan’s face comes into view, a grin on his lips as he’s fully dress, leaning onto the bed. “Hi, baby,” I mumbled and he smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Morning, baby girl. How’d you sleep?” He asked, tucking some hair behind my ear. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I looked towards the clock. 11:21 a.m.

“Like a baby. It seemed that your theory proved to work,” I giggled, running a hand through my hair as I get up, heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once I finished brushing my teeth, I walked back into the bedroom, finding Dylan sitting on the edge of the bed, talking to someone on the phone. I looked at him confused, wondering who it is and he had mouthed “wedding planner” to me. I nodded my head, smiling, excited to see what she’s got for us and I walked over to him, straddling his lap as he glances up me, his eyes widening.

“Ye-Yeah. Y/N’s going shopping for her dress today and she’ll be letting me know when’s she done if you want to meet up after.” He mentioned and I could hear her talking his ear off. I dipped my head into his neck, grazing my lips softly over the skin as his free hand squeezes my hip. He let out “mhm’s” every once in a while as I continued to nip at his skin, grinding my hips a bit to tease him. He’s been on the phone for about fifteen minutes as I watched him, giving him a small smile as I ran my fingers through his hair. When he finally gets off the phone, he kisses my lips, letting out a small moan as his hands roam my waist and hips. My phone rings and I pull away from him, pulling it off of the night stand, seeing Steff calling me.

“Hello?” I answered, Dylan’s lips moving to my neck as the roles had reversed.

“Hey, we’re leaving in about five minutes. We’ll be there in probably ten to fifteen minutes, alright?” She asked and I nodded my head, loving the feeling of his lips against my sweet spot, almost making my moan out. “Y/N?” She asks, making sure I was still there.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here. I mean, yeah, I’ll be ready.” I let out a breathy moan as he bites my skin.

“Alright,” She chuckles, knowing exactly what’s happening, “I’ll let you go be with your man now, but don’t forget, fifteen minutes.” I let out a “yeah” and she hung up. Dylan pulls the phone out of my hand, pressing his lips to mine once more as I ran my hands against his shoulder, trailing them into his hair. His hands move to my ass, squeezing lightly, moving my hips against his semi-hard on.

“F-Fuck, baby,” I muttered, my lips hovering over his as I can feel his breath hit my face. “I-I really need to get ready.” I whispered as he continued to grind against me, his breathing becoming heavier.

“God, I wish we had more time,” He groaned, letting me go and I press a loving kiss to his lips before I get off his lap. I pulled out a pair of leggings and one of his flannels, getting dressed quickly. As I passed him, I noticed he had adjusted himself, watching me.

“If I didn’t have to leave in five minutes,” I leaned in towards his ear, whispering, “I’d totally suck that wonderful cock of yours.” I heard him groan and I smile, kissing his cheek before going back into the bathroom to put some deodorant and perfume on. I quickly put some shoes on, hearing honking outside and I grab my purse off of my dresser, heading towards the door, Dylan trailing behind me. I opened the door, seeing the girls in the car, waving at me and I smile, turning towards Dylan, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. “Goodbye, baby. I’ll see you after the appointment, okay?” I asked and he nodded his head, kissing my lips again.

“Of course. I love you,” He whispered and I smiled, giving him one more kiss.

“I love you too, Dylan.” I give him a tight hug, hearing the girls wolf whistling from behind me and I roll my eyes, laughing. I waved him goodbye, getting into the backseat of Steff’s car, greeting my best friends. We drove to David’s Bridal, everyone clearly excited to find me the perfect dress for our wedding, getting overly excited myself.

After we parked the car, the six of us had walked into David’s Bridal, getting one of the consultant’s attention. She walked up to us, greeting us as I give her a small wave.

“Who’s the bride?” She asked and I raised my hand, smiling widely. She smiled as well, shaking my hand and introducing herself as Amber to us. “And who are these lovely ladies?” Amber asked and I looked back at them.

“We have the maid of honor, Lau and my bridesmaid’s, Steff, Malissa, Bekah, and Cait.” I smiled and she brought us to a couch that has a pedestal in front of it. We all sat down as my attention was brought to her.

“So, what kind of dress are you looking for?” She asked.

“I was thinking a ball gown with a sweetheart neckline, but I don’t want it really poofy or extravagant. Simple, but elegant is perfectly fine with me.” I smiled and she brought me along with her, leaving the girls to mingle to themselves.

After trying on about ten dresses, I finally found the one that I truly feel like a bride in. The bodice of the dress has a beautiful pattern with a long skirt that’s not too poofy. It’s absolutely beautiful. Dylan’s going to love this.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N,” Lau mentioned and all the girls hollered, agreeing with her as tears began to pool, looking at myself in the mirror. Amber had put a veil on me, and the tears slid down my cheeks as I let out a small sob, covering my mouth with my hand. All of them had gotten up, bringing me into a group hug as I chuckled. They had taken my measurements and told me that to come back in about a month. The wedding is in two months. It’s creeping around the corner and I can’t wait for the say I can become Mrs. O’Brien.

The girls dropped me off at the house, hollering a goodbye as Steff drove off. I turned around to walk into my apartment, seeing Dylan standing at the doorstep, keys in his hands. He smiled, stalking towards me, wrapping his arms around me, twirling us around. I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Did you seriously miss me already?” I asked as he put me down, mushing his soft lips against my cheek.

“I did.” He chuckled, placing his lips near my ear, “I seriously wish you would’ve had more time, I came so, so much earlier.” He smirked and I bit my lip, running my hand down his chest.

“You’re such a tease.” I looked up at him. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine before intertwining our fingers, leading me to the car.

“Yeah, well you did the same thing to me earlier, so it’s payback.” He smiled and I shook my head, getting into the passenger seat, grabbing his hand. He drove towards the cafe that we’re meeting her, both of us singing together on the way. “Are you excited?” He asked and I looked over at him, smiling widely.

“Of course, baby. You should’ve seen me at the dress appointment. I cried, happy tears of course.” He glanced over at me, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

“You cried?” He repeated and I nodded my head. He bit his lip, a look of concentration on his face before glancing back at me. “D-Did you get a dress?” He questioned and I nodded my head again.

“I did. It’s absolutely beautiful, Dylan,” I told him as he parked the car on the street, both of us getting out of the car, heading into the building. Our wedding planner calls us over, sitting in the booth across from her as his arm is wrapped around my shoulder and I intertwined our fingers

“Hi guys!” She said, excitingly. “Did you find a dress, Y/N?” She asked and I nodded my head, taking out my phone, I pull up a picture, making sure Dylan didn’t see it as I gave her my phone. The smile on her face widened as she closed out of the app, handing it back to me. “It’s absolutely beautiful and it matches the beach perfectly.”

“Oh good.” I smiled, leaning against Dylan as she pulled out her ipad.

“So, I had a designer set up what you wanted for the wedding ceremony and I have a digital view of it if you want to see.” She mentioned, handing us the ipad and I looked at it, falling in love with how it looks. In the drawing there was a bamboo looking archway, aqua curtains tied to the side, leaving triangles of blue in each corner with star fish and sea shells hanging off of it, chairs covered in a white cover with a aqua ribbon on the back of them, a white fabric leading to the altar, rose petals placed along it with star fishes on each side of it, sitting on some seaweed. They also placed handmade palm trees that have star fishes on them throughout the space.

Dylan looked down at me as I kept staring at the venue in front of me, my heart swelling as I picture Dylan and I standing at the end, hand in hand. “I absolutely love it. I can totally see us standing at the end of this, can’t you?” I asked Dylan, looking up at him and he nods his head, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Great! I’ll tell the designer that you want this. Next to discuss is the cake,” She mentioned and grabbed a picture out of the bag, showing it to us. “I told the bakery exactly what you wanted and they came up with this.” The picture showed a three tiered beige cake, patterns at the top of each tier. It’s covered in white and blue seashells, which goes with the theme of the wedding, a seahorse on the top tier, along with flowers and starfish decorated throughout the entire cake.

“It’s perfect,” Dylan mentions and I nod my head in agreement. She smiled widely, taking the picture from us, placing it back in her bag.

“You guys are probably the best couple I’ve planned a wedding for, because you guys know exactly what you want. I think this is all I’m needed for. I heard that your family is going to cook for the wedding?” I nodded my head, giving her a smile.

“Yeah, we’re not having a whole lot of people so my mom had volunteered, along with his mom.” She nodded her head, packing up her stuff.

“Well, that’s it for me. It was an absolute pleasure working with both of you. I wish you a happy marriage.” She smiled before heading out of the cafe.

“Soon to be Mrs. O’Brien,” Dylan muttered, kissing my lips softly.

The wedding was in less than twenty four hours and I haven’t seen Dylan since this morning, since it’s tradition for the bride and groom be away from each other the day and night before the wedding. I looked at our closet, seeing my wedding dress hanging up, a large grin on my lips, playing with the ring on my finger. A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts, looking towards it seeing the girls standing there. I smiled as the came in, sitting on the bed with me.

“So, how are you feeling? Nervous?” Mal asked me and I nodded my head, biting my lip as I play with my fingers.

“Yeah. I’m just hoping that he doesn’t get cold feet, ya know?” I questioned and they nodded their head.

“Absolutely,” Lau started, patting my hand. “I felt the exact same way when Posey and I were getting married, but you and Dyl are stupidly in love with each other. Everything’s going to be fine.” She smiled and I nodded my head, missing him dearly.

“So, you guys know what order you’re walking down the aisle right?” I asked and everyone nodded their head.

“Y/N, don’t worry about anything but yourself, okay?” Bekah asked and I nodded my head again, giving a small smile. “Good, now get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” The girls bid my goodnight, leaving the room, closing the door behind them and I got under the covers, looking at my phone screen, seeing a picture of Dyl and I from a couple years ago. I smiled at the picture of us standing on the beach, his lips pressed to my cheek as I looked like a chipmunk. I unlocked my phone, dialing Dylan’s number, needing to talk to him.

“Baby?” Dylan asked, worry laced in his voice and I smiled, great to hear his voice. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I-I just miss you,” I muttered, laying against my pillow as I close my eyes, picturing him here with me.

“I miss you too, baby. But, in less than twelve hours, I get to get married to my best friend and lover and I can’t wait,” He mentioned and I smiled widely, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I can’t wait either,” I muttered, my eyes drooping shut as tiredness has washed over me, falling asleep with Dylan still on the phone.

“Baby?” Dylan asked, receiving nothing on my end and he smiled, knowing that I must’ve fallen asleep. It’s something I did when he was away on filming. “I love you, so much. Never forget that.” He mumbled before hanging up the phone, falling asleep himself.

I woke up to the girls barging into my room, yelling and a few of them jumping on my bed, startling me. I placed a hand over my heart, letting out a breath as I chuckle. “You guys really know how to give someone a wake up call.”

“IT’S YOUR WEDDING DAY!” Mal yelled throughout the house, running into my room. “Y/N, you’re getting married today. Like, oh my god.” She gave me a hug and I return it, smiling widely.

“Alright, we’ve got about three hours until your wedding so we need to get started on your hair.” Cait mentioned and I got up, putting on a robe, sitting in the chair in front of the vanity. Lau left the room to go get ready, along with the other girls as Caitlin stayed behind to work on my hair. Music was blaring throughout the apartment, Cait curling my hair before putting it in a french braid. It had taken about an hour and a half to get my hair to cooperate and the girls helped Cait put the starfish and silver beads in my hair along with a white flower.

“We should just finish getting ready at the venue. There’s a room that I can use in case I almost ran out of time. We’ve got about an hour and a half left and I don’t want to be late,” I mentioned to the girls and they nodded their heads, going to get their stuff as I kept the robe on, zipping the bag of the dress up, carefully bringing it out to the car. All the girls were dressed in their light blue dresses, piling into the car as Mal drove us to the venue. When we arrived, we saw Tyler, Posey, Ryan, and Daniel walking towards the building as they noticed us. They walked over to us, Posey giving Lau a quick kiss to the lips as the others press kisses to their date’s cheeks, leaving Cait out of the loop. I linked our arms together, walking towards the building as my mom had carried my dress in. “Don’t worry Cait, you’ll find someone at the reception, I’m sure of it!” I smiled at her and she returned it.

I had just finished putting the dress on, fitting perfectly as my mom puts on the veil. I look at myself in the long mirror, tears pooling. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” I muttered, smiling widely as I wipe the tears from my eyes, being careful not to ruin my makeup.

Dylan had finished getting ready, placing the blue flower on his suit, checking himself out in the mirror as his best man and the groomsmen had came into the room. “How are the nerves, Dyl?” Daniel asked, shoving his hands in his pocket as Dylan rubs his hands together.

“It’s there, but a little died down.” He smiled, wondering what I had looked like. Posey patted him on the back, as they all had a bro hug. Dylan’s mom comes into the room, requesting Dylan’s assistance since the wedding was to start in five minutes. Dylan walked out onto the beach, standing on his side of the altar, his hands becoming sweaty slightly.

“Ready?” The minister asked and Dyl smiled, nodding his head.

Bekah had handed me my bouquet, which is absolutely beautiful. It had blue and white flowers throughout it with sea shells and beads. I grabbed it into my hand as a knock on the door ranged through the room. My dad walked in, giving me a small smile.

“Ready?” He asked and I nodded my head as the girls had gone with their dates, getting ready to walk down the aisle. Lau and Posey went first, Cait and Cody went second, Bekah and Daniel went third, then Mal and Ryan, and Steff and Tyler went last. I stood with my dad, our arms linked together as the wedding music had started, signaling us to start walking. We walked slowly down the aisle, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as my eyes stayed on Dylan. His eyes widened as he saw me walking down the aisle, a large grin on his lips as my dad had let go of my arm, letting me step up to where Dylan is, giving my bouquet to Lau.

“You may be seated.” The minister mentioned to our guests, before looking between Dylan and I. “We’re gathered here today to welcome these two into matrimony.” My eyes stayed on Dylan as I drank him in, thinking he looked absolutely handsome in his tuxedo.

“You look beautiful.” He mouthed to me and I blushed, biting my lip.

“Dylan, please repeat after me.” The minister started, before continuing. “I, Dylan, take you, Y/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” Dylan had repeated it, his eyes looking into mine the entire time as he held my hands in his. The minister turned to me. “Y/N, please repeat after me.” He repeated. “I, Y/N, take you, Dylan, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” I repeated his words, continuing to look into Dylan’s eyes, smiling widely.

“Do you, Dylan, take Y/N to be your wife?” The minister asked.

“I do.” My heart skipped a beat at his words.

“Do you, Y/N, take Dylan to be your husband?”

“I do.” I whispered, my heart pounding against my chest as we put our wedding rings onto each other’s ring fingers.

“By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” He stepped away as Dylan pulled me in, pressing his lips to mine as if he hasn’t seen me in years. Everyone clapped and cheered as I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving my lips against his as his arms wrapped around my waist.

I grabbed my bouquet from Lau as Dylan and I walk down the aisle, everyone else behind me as we walk into the banquet hall for the reception. We had a big entrance as everyone clapped, welcoming the newlyweds and we sat down at the wedding table with the girls on one side and the guys on the other. Someone had clanked their glass and I saw my dad stand up, wanting to say something.

“I just want to say that Dylan, at first I was a little weary of you, but then I noticed how happy you made my daughter and since then, you’ve been like a second son to me and I’m glad to honor you into the family. Make sure you take care of her, alright.” We clapped as he sat back down, Dylan pressing his lips to the side of my head as Posey takes a turn.

“I’ve known Dylan since the first season of Teen Wolf and we are literally brothers from another mother.” I chuckled as he continued, “It was during the second season when he had brought Y/N on set for the first time, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend, and I couldn’t be any happier because I saw how happy she had made him. During the first half of the last season, he mentioned to me that he was going to ask her to marry him and I was shocked, honestly. But, overall, I couldn’t be happier for my brother to find the love of his life. Long live a happy marriage.” Everyone cheered and clapped as Posey sat down. Mal stood up from my group of friends, taking the microphone.

“We’ve known Y/N before she even had met Dylan and when she first mentioned him to us, she was so shy about it. She would blush a lot when she talked about him, about how sweet he was and how good of a kisser he is.” I blushed at the last part, feeling Dylan’s eyes on me and I looked up at him, seeing him smirk down at me. “We all knew that he was good for her, because he made her happier than any other guy she had been with. So, Dylan, you better make her happy or you’ll have five unhappy girls comin’ after your ass.” Mal gave him a stern looked and he looked a little scared before she smiled at him, lighting up the situation. Dylan chuckled, tightening his grip on me.

Everyone had just finished dinner and cake when the music came on, making everyone get out of their chairs, heading towards the dance floor. Dylan held out his hand towards me and I take it, intertwining our fingers as he led me to the dance floor.

“Now if we can join the bride and groom for their first dance,” The DJ mentioned and the song Make You Feel My Love by Adele began playing, Dylan wrapping his arms around my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck, leaning our foreheads together.

“I’m so glad I can finally call you Mrs. O’Brien,” Dylan mentioned and I smiled, loving the sound of it coming from his mouth as I looked up at him, pressing our lips together in a quick kiss. I rest my head on his chest, seeing everyone watch us dance in the middle of the room. When the song ended, we continued slow dancing as another slow song came on, watching everyone in the room dance with a significant other. I watched as my friends slow danced with their dates, seeing Caitlin near a corner of the room, talking to two guys, the three of them close together and I shook my head. I saw Lau kiss her husband, Posey, on the lips as they slow danced.

A few hours later of dancing, Dylan told me that we were leaving to go to our honeymoon tonight and I was super excited to see what he has planned. As I grabbed more cake, cause it’s absolutely delicious, I noticed Steff and Tyler sitting by themselves at a table, their lips locked together. I giggled, happy that all my friends are basically getting some. I already saw Mal and Ryan making out near the back door earlier, Daniel had made a move on Bekah when they were dancing, and Cait came to me, telling me she was leaving and I saw her walk out with two guys.

We made our way around, telling everyone goodbye as we were on a schedule. I gathered everyone together as I was going to throw the bouquet. I stood with my back facing the crowd, throwing the bouquet behind me, hearing a bunch of cheers as I turned around, seeing that Steff had caught it. I gave all my girlfriends a hug before giving my parents one. Dylan picked me up bridal style, carrying me out to the car that’s going to drive us to our destination.

The driver told us we were here after sitting in the car for a few hours and both of us got out, seeing a log cabin in front of us, noticing that we’re now in the middle of the woods. I look towards Dylan, seeing him smile at me as we head inside, noticing how gorgeous this log cabin is. I see a hot tub on the patio adjacent of the back door and I walk out of it, seeing the view we had. My lips parted in surprise, looking at the beautiful view of the lake in front of us.

“Dylan, baby, this is absolutely amazing and I want to get into this hot tub right away.” I smiled, as he just undressed outside, down to his boxers before getting in. I bit my lip, admiring his body as I held my finger up, walking inside, into the bedroom, finding silk robes on the bed and I got the dress off, taking off my bra and panties before placing the robe on my body, tieing it.

I walked back outside, Dylan resting his arms against the edge of the hot tub, looking me up and down. I slowly untied the robe, letting it fall off my shoulders, exposing my naked body. His eyes widened, swallowing visibly as I walked into the hot tub, sitting down across from him. I gave him a smirk as his hands disappeared under the water, shimmying as he threw his boxers out of the tub, giving me a wink.

I put my hair up into a bun, standing up before straddling his hips. “Well, Mr. O’Brien, what would you like to do?” I sultry whispered, running my hands up his chest, my lips brushing his as his hands rest against my ass.

“Well, Mrs. O’Brien, there might be one thing that’d be fun,” He muttered, pressing his lips to mine, running my fingers through his hair as I move my lips against his. I ground my hips on his, feeling his cock rub against my exposed pussy. I let out a breathy moan, Dylan spreading my ass as his lips move down my jawline, kissing the spot under my earlobe. He continued pressing his lips down my body, leaving wet kisses between my breasts before moving his mouth to one of my nipples.

“Oh, Dylan,” I moaned, his tongue connecting to my bud, making me shudder as he pulled on it with his teeth, toying with it. He moved to my other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as I continued to grind my hips, feeling him get harder beneath me. “I wanna suck your cock, baby.” I panted, moving off of him as he sat up on the edge of the hot tub and I got onto my knees in the spot he was sitting, stroking his length slowly. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking up the underside of his cock, trailing my tongue around his tip.

“Oh christ, princess,” He moaned, putting his hand on my bun, gripping it in his hand, watching me. I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down on him as his tip nearly hit the back of my throat. He groaned, tightening his grip on my hair as he thrust his hips up slightly. I hollowed my cheeks on his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth as I took his balls into my hand, massaging them softly. “God, I’ve always loved your pretty mouth on my cock,” He growled, beginning to move my head for me as I gag slightly, not slowing him down. I placed my hands on his thighs as he fucked my mouth, looking up at him, seeing his head leaned back, his mouth parted as small groans escaped his lips. I pulled him out of my mouth, spitting on his tip, stroking it in as I stood up, straddling his hips once again.

“I can’t wait anymore. I need you so badly,” I whimpered, stroking his length through my folds before sinking down on him. I let out a loud moan, Dylan’s cock filling me as his tip hits my cervix. “Jesus, you’ve always been so big,” I breathed out, Dylan’s hand coming down onto my ass, a slapping noise rang through the quiet outdoors.

“Ride my cock, baby,” Dylan moaned, bouncing my hips a little as I began to bounce on his length. I rested my hands on his shoulder as both of us let out little moans, beginning to pump him in and out of me faster, feeling him hit my sweet spot.

“Oh yes, Dylan,” I moaned, leaning my head back as he thrust his hips up as I bounced on him, his cock going deeper into me. His lips attach to my nipple as I tugged on his hair. He drove his hips harder into me, making me scream out as I leaned my head back, releasing my hair from my bun, running my fingers through it as his hands rested on my waist, bouncing me onto him. “I’m gonna cum soon,” I breathlessly moaned and his thrusts became faster and more powerful, one of his hands moving to my clit, intensifying the pleasure.

“Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my big cock,” He growled, increasing his pace as my hands gripped his hair, pressure starting to build in my lower abdomen, my toes curling as my legs begin to twitch, continuing to bounce on him. I arch my back as I hit my peak, cumming all over Dylan’s length, electricity sizzling through my veins and my legs spasm uncontrollably, letting out a scream. My fingers grip his hair tightly, resting my forehead against his shoulder as his deep thrusts become more erratic and faster in pace. I could feel his length swelling inside of me and his mouth attached to my nipple once more before he spilled his cum inside you. He bucked his hip, cumming deep inside me as my pussy milks his cock, riding out both of our highs. Both of us breath heavily as he kept his cock deep inside your pussy. “I love you so much, Y/N.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder as I continued panting. I slide off of him, sitting on his lap as I feel our cum drip from my folds.

“I love you too, Dylan.” I smiled, pressing a loving kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, carrying me out of the hot tub and up to our room, laying me on the bed before heading back out to grab our stuff we left out there. I crawled underneath the covers, my eyes growing tired as I heard Dylan come back into the room, slipping under the covers next to me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, falling asleep in his arms.

I moved my hips, feeling something nuzzling my clit, making me moan. My eyes flutter open, looking around the room, not seeing Dylan anywhere in sight, my eyebrows furrowing together. You felt a hot breath on your core, pulling the comforter up, seeing Dylan laying between my legs, and you twitched when his tongue made contact with your clit. I let out a moan, leaning on my elbows as I throw the blanket off.

“Morning, baby girl,” He muttered before dipping his head back into my folds, his tongue tracing my now wet entrance, my head falling back as he ruthlessly continued his licking. He licked up to your clit, biting down softly on it as I let out a loud moan, laying my back against the mattress, arching it as I reach for something to grab onto.

“O-Oh god. H-How long have you been down there?” I breathlessly asked, looking back down at him as he smirked, pulling his lips off of me.

“Maybe 20 minutes. I can feel you’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” He winked and I bit my lip, nodding my head shyly. His thumb rubbing against your clit as his tongue curled inside of me, making me scream out. It drove me crazy the way he moved and worked his tongue.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming!” I moaned loudly, bucking my hips up as he held them down, continuing his attack, his tongue sliding deeper into me before licking up my slit. He bit down gently on my clit as my juices rush out, making me squirt. I let out a gasp, never in my life had I done that and I look down at Dylan, seeing a smug look on his face.

“Well, that’s definitely a first, isn’t it?” He grinned, pressing his thumb to my clit, my hips bucking. He crawled up my body, greeting me with a kiss to the lips. “How’s that for a wake-up call?” He smiled, seeing my juices on his lips and I let out a breathy laugh.

“It was certainly unexpected, that’s for sure. I’ll definitely keep that in mind for a special occasion.” He raised an eyebrow, getting a little excited thinking I’d wake him up with a blow job. I bit my lip, getting out of my bed as I head towards the shower. “You comin’?” I smirked, winking as I walked in, Dylan following close behind, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Mrs. O’Brien, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

daintyfamiliar  asked:

Sole being pretty insecure about their body and the companions reactions + comfort. (love your blog btw the writing is spot on 💜)

Cait: “You?” She stares at them. “You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met,” she states, blunt as ever. It doesn’t even seem like she’s giving a compliment. It’s more like she’s stating a fact. “You picked me up out of the gutter and saw somethin’ in me I’d never seen in myself. If that doesn’t make you gorgeous, heart and soul, I don’t fuckin’ know what will.”

Codsworth: “Mx. Sole,” he assures them, with a delicate pat of his claw on their shoulder. “You are the most lovely person I have had the pleasure of meeting. And I mean that. That’s not just my programming.” He chuckles heartily. “You are kind, and lovely, and have done so much for me. I’d hate to see you fuss over something already wonderful.”

Curie: She claps her hands to her cheeks, looking distraught. “Sole!” she exclaims, and reaches for them. “Do not say such things! You are- you are so good, inside and out. Healthy, and strong, and beautiful in my eyes. Perhaps my opinion means little, for I am not human. But you are my greatest friend, and my heart sings for you.”

Danse: “You-” He sets his jaw, stifling some kind of emotion that tints his cheeks pink. “… You look lovely,” he says at last. He ruffles a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed, but presses on. “It is unfair and unkind to say otherwise, regardless of what anyone else thinks. There is no reason to be insecure about who you are. You are you, and that is enough.”

Deacon: “Aw, no, Sole, look.” He takes their hands and brings them to a mirror. “Don’t be like that, come on. Look here.” He takes Sole’s hands and makes them touch each embarrassing imperfection. “See that? Beautiful. And that? Beautiful. And that? Well, that’s just frickin’ fantastic. Trust me, pal, you got nothing to worry about in the looks department.”

Dogmeat: What kind of pupper would he be if he didn’t love Sole with all his little doggy heart? There is no inch of Sole not worth licking and snuggling and smiling at. Sole is flawless in his eyes. No question.

Hancock: “Sole, look at me.” He points to his dry, peeling skin, his all-black eyes, and wiry form. “If I can be a wasteland sex symbol, you have gotta be at least second place.” He grins. “You got nothin’ to worry about, doll. Whatever shit they told you Pre-War, it’s all lies. Here.” His grin widens. “Let me kiss it better, to prove it.”

Nick Valentine: “I’m not sure what it is you think you’ve gotta be insecure about,” he says, very solemnly, “but look at me. I’m a sentient mannequin. How could you think you’re less beautiful than I am?” He takes one of Sole’s hands in his. “If you can live with being around my ugly mug, then you’ve got no reason not to smile at the mirror every morning.”

MacCready: His eyes nearly bug out of his skull. “You think you’re…?” He shakes his head. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. I mean- uh- sorry. But, just-” He gestures to Sole in frustration, cheeks coloring. “Look at you! You’re like- I don’t even know. I grew up in a cave living on wall fungus, for crap’s sake. Compared to me, you’re…”

Piper: “Oh my god.” She takes it as a personal offense. Her idea of helping is to have a ‘fashion show,’ and forces Sole into all kinds of outfits. “Beautiful,” she says, no matter how silly the clothes are. “All of it. Gorgeous. Can’t find fault. You’re a supermodel, Sole, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” She doesn’t stop until Sole is blushing and smiling and finally admits they look nice.

Preston: “Oh, Sole. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” The first thing he does is hug them, gently stroking their hair and offering comfort. “You’re one of the strongest, bravest people I’ve ever met. Maybe you don’t look perfect - though I’d definitely argue otherwise - but you deserve all the happiness in the world. Don’t let your worries to get to you.” 

Strong: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH BODY?” He glowers fiercely. “CAN FIGHT. WHY SAD?” He lifts up his arms, flexing, making Sole mimic him. “HUMAN STRONG. HUMAN IS BEST FIGHTER. STRONG KILL OTHER HUMANS WHO SAY HUMAN WEAK.”

X6-88: He gives them a once-over that seems cold at first. Then, it’s almost like he’s seeing Sole for the first time. “You are fine,” he says, as if that’s enough. But it isn’t, not quite, so reluctantly he takes a breath and mumbles under his breath. “You’re… physically capable, and… not, physically, ah. Not physically unattractive. I suppose. In my opinion.”

The one where Harry meets the Missus

He dated a bit during his late teens and early twenties, but he never found the person he was looking for. He found girls who wanted him for his physique, name, lifestyle, and some who were genuine but could never figure out how he liked to be loved. He was the affectionate type but with his work schedule, it became difficult to show physical love to his significant other. Harry found ways to show them that he was thinking of them by sending them texts throughout the day to know he was thinking of them, making sure they ate, or were comfortable during tough weeks. It seemed that after a while, they became bored and in the end he was left broken hearted; just like this last time.

He was a person of routine on his days to himself in London town: up by 7am, ate a light snack, run, shower breakfast, work, and repeat. At least, that’s what it has been like the past few weeks and he had grown tired of it. Harry decided to get back into running through the neighborhoods to change things up rather than in the confines of a stale, smelly gym. Working out was his therapy when things got to be too much and he needed the time to focus on himself and his well-being. Running from his home in Hampstead right into Primrose Hill was his favorite route. There was character in London. He loved seeing the little ones and their parents walking to school, the opening of his favorite café where he could choose his own mug, and the delicious smell of bread in the bakery near his home.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when he had his Aha! moment siting in that very café looking out into the colorful homes that lined the street adorned with vines of blooming flowers where realized he had been looking for love in all the wrong places. He needed to fall in love again with himself and the life he built rather than in a person. In his journal he wrote “Finding love within myself, in friends, family, and through experiences rather than forcing companionship. The one will come. Give it time” with a latte stain adorning the top of the page. So he waited, and ran, and worked his bum off, waiting for her to show up.

Keep reading

You Are Her Happy Place.

Based on this imagine:

Characters: Dean x Reader, Rowena, Sam 

Summary: A witch put a spell on Y/N knocking her out. Rowena is called to help undo. She ends up seeing Y/N’s dream world. 

Warnings: Language, Sickeningly adorable married life haha 

A/N: I am so happy you guys like this imagine, and so excited that so many people requested a one shot based off of it. I hope you all like it! 

Feel free to submit requests for a one shot and/or imagine. If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know. Or as always you can just drop in to say hey. I love hearing from you guys. 

You hit the ground with a resounding thud. Whatever kind of spell that witch just put on you had knocked you out cold on the spot. When you split off from the boys, you had thought you got the drop on her. Turns out, you were the one to get dropped. The witch just stood and waited for the boys to come find you there on the floor. When they did, she made the mistake of getting a bit too mouthy, they were already pissed off, but now with you on the floor, it was a whole new level. “You’re too late you know. She won’t come out of this one. A little parting gift for you boys.” She cackled, making faces that the boys. 

“Well isn’t that nice. See we have a little parting gift for you too.” Dean mockingly replied, as he held up his gun.

Keep reading

robotgraves  asked:

What kind of music do you like?

OH HI YES I hope you are ready for a really long reply!!!!!

I know nothing about quality or skill in music, I basically like things that make me feel lots of complicated feelings. I get the most out lyrically-driven bands/songwriters with a deep catalog, and gravitate towards lo-fi, folk, punk, mathy emo, and anything with gang vocals. 

My favorite band is, and always will be, the Mountain Goats. My love for the Mountain Goats is fervent and unsightly. I’m especially into his earlier very raw stuff and live recordings – Full Force Galesburg is my #1.

My band of the year is Mother Evergreen, I recommend listening to their entire album from start to finish at max volume on a cloudy day while sobbing if ur into that.

Also extremely important:

Jeff Rosenstock / Bomb the Music Industry! • Baths • The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die • Frontier Ruckus • Brave Bird • Glocca Morra • The Hotelier • Joanna Newsom • Joyce Manor • Hop Along / Queen Ansleis • Foxing • Neutral Milk Hotel • Bright Eyes • Los Campesinos! • Ghost Mice • Ramshackle Glory • The Tallest Man on Earth • Now, Now • American Football • Waxahatchee • Empire! Empire! (I Was A Lonely Estate) • Toe • joie de vivre • Algernon Cadwallader • Okkervil River • The Decemberists • The Antlers • Chewing on Tinfoil

“The Witch’s Familiar” (Wonho Demon AU)

Originally posted by sh0wnu

Title: The Witch’s Familiar.

Featuring Wonho (Monsta X) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: PG-13.  Subtle dream smut, mostly fluffy and fun.

Summary: You’re a witch out on your own for the first time, ready to summon yourself a cute and cuddly familiar. Instead you get stuck with a horny demon that doesn’t believe in shirts.

Requested by anon! Thank you, this was a fun one :)

You stood up and dusted the white chalk off your hands across your skirt, examining the alchemic symbols and circles you’d just finished drawing in the middle of your wood floors.  You were quite proud of yourself, and had a good feeling about this summoning.

You’d advanced quickly in your work since going solitary. Growing up in a coven was nice, there was always support around you, someone to lend a hand or an ingredient, but you knew you had to branch out. You’d found a nice little cottage in the forest to call your own, and there worked on your divination skills, herbal remedies, and conjuring. You decided it was time for a companion, but not one who would be too intrusive. A nice animal familiar would do the trick, a cute little white bunny.

You opened your book and cradled it in your arm, walking around the expansive symbol with your dagger in hand, pointing at the 4 directions as you passed them, chanting out the summoning spell. When you came full circle, you placed the book down and tossed a handful of salt into the middle of the circle.

Fire quickly flashed along the symbols in the circle and a large puff of white smoke shot up from the middle. It took a moment for it to clear, and you waved your hand through it to get a good look at your new familiar. Instead of the cute white rabbit you expected, you saw a man sitting cross-legged at the center.

You blinked, rubbing your eyes, wondering if it as just the smoke, but as it cleared completely there was no mistaking what you saw; a fully grown white-haired man, shirtless, muscular, and beautiful, sitting on your living room floor.

Keep reading


(A/N): I’m sorry this is so short but I am sorta proud of it even with it’s small length so! 

Request:  ½ Ooh can I request a Charles x reader (technically x Moira but anyway) based on Lying To You by Keaton Henson?? This is complicated but like, the storyline would be that Charles knew Y/N since they were kids and she was really special to him, and they were even closer as teenagers. Y/N was basically the opposite of him (rebellious, daring, v energetic and funny etc) and yeah they had a..unspecified romantic relationship as teenagers(point is they were basically soulmates) but smth happened to  2/2 Y/N when she was like 19 and she died. Now the actual story takes place like after First Class when Charles is dating Moira (ignoring the thing where he erased her memories) and it’s about how he looks back on his memories w Y/N + how he thought he’d get over her when he got together w Moira but he still can’t?? This was soo long I’m sorry but hopefully you get what I mean? xx

Warnings: none

Originally posted by insanityofthemoon

As we lie in bed, I feel lonely
Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old
And your arms around me are keeping me warm
But baby, I’m still feeling cold
Baby, I’m still feeling cold

 "Charles,“ Moira whispers as she peppers kisses all along his bare chest. "Charles my dear, it’s time to wake up,” Charles groans softly, rubbing at his eyes as the sunlight streams through his windows. 

    “Moira?” Charles asks, hoping to keep his disappointed tone out of his question.

    “Who else would it be silly?”

    (Y/N). It should be (Y/N) sleeping beside him. 

    “No one love,” Charles forces a smile as he kisses Moira’s head gently. “I’m just a bit tired is all," 

     "Well, you were up all night in your study," 

   No, he was up all night looking at pictures of (Y/N).

     "Ahh yes, of course, that must be it,” Charles nods, biting his lip to keep his rather negative thoughts at bay. What are you doing? What would (Y/N) think if they saw you lying beside another- 

    “I could make you some coffee if you’d like?” Moira asks softly, pressing another kiss to Charles’ chest. 

    “Yes, coffee sounds splendid,” Charles hums as Moira gets up, wrapping a robe about her naked body. She gives Charles one last smile before sauntering off, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the mansion. 

   Charles sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he attempts to clear the voice out of his head (Y/N)’s voice out of his head. But no matter how hard he willed that sweet, soft voice away it stayed, like a damn fly stuck to some honey. 

   He remembered the first time they met, (Y/N) had been thrown out on the streets after their parents had discovered the could talk to animals, a mutant, just like Him. He of course took them under his wing and from there a friendship had formed. 

    “I’m (Y/N),” they had whispered shyly, hanging their head in shame as they looked down upon their dirty clothes.

    “I’m Charles,” Charles squeaked, his voice still holding it’s childlike quality. “Say, what is such a young child like you doing out in the streets?” To this (Y/N) sniffled, wiping at their dirt stained nose. 

    “Well, I haven’t a place to live,” they had whispered, shuffling their dirty feet into the cobblestone road. Charles hummed, looking (Y/N) over once before deciding to take them home, he always had wanted a play friend. Little did Charles know that that day he would take in the kindest, most beautiful soul on the planet.

    It was years later, (Y/N) was sitting out On the green grass as a bird perched atop their finger, chirping merrily to the content mutant. (Y/N) chirped back, mimicking the birds noise as they did. The two were in a seemingly very deep conversation when Charles meandered up, hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile of amusement overtaking his expression as he does. 

    “What do you talk about with these birds?” Charles asks as he takes a seat beside (Y/N), placing his arms out behind him to steady himself.

   “Many things,” (Y/N) stated softly, twisting their head this way and that to get a good look at their feathered friend. “The weather, the other birds, what it’s like to fly,” 

  “Do you ever talk to other animals?” Charles asks, staring at (Y/N) with curiosity. 

  “I happen to like the squirrels nesting in your trees,” (Y/N) turns to look at Charles with a small smirk. “I suppose I like talking to you as well,” Charles laughs, taking a handful of grass and throwing it at the other mutant. 

   “Oh be quiet you,” He chided, his smile nearly infectious. “I’m far more civilized than any creature you know,” 

   “Is that so?” (Y/N) challenged, their tone holding a bit of a teasing tone to it. 

   “I’m much more civilized than you, look at you, sitting out here in the dirt talking to a rabies infested creature,” (Y/N) laughs, throwing their head back as beautiful little bubble of happiness rise in their throat. Charles wants to laugh as well but his eyes are stuck on (Y/N) and his mouth runs dry, his throat constricting as he does.

    They looked so beautiful, the light hit their hair just right making it shine in the early spring morning, their lips were curved upwards in the most beautiful smile, but what truly enraptured Charles was (Y/N)’s eyes, gleaming with happiness as they talk and laugh with him, or chirp and sing along with the bird. Charles’ stomach drops when he comes to a sudden realization, it had taken many years for him to figure this out, nearly an entire decade but he loved (Y/N), he loved them with every beat of his mutant heart. 

   It was only a few months later, with the two teenage mutants perched happily upon a couch that Charles finally decided to act upon his feelings. 

   “(Y/N)?” Charles asks as she shifts his position, allowing his head to rest against (Y/N)’s thighs more comfortably. “Have you ever been in love?” (Y/N) hums as they reach down, running their gentle fingers through Charles’ hair. 

   “Yes, I suppose I have,” 

   “What does it feel like?”

   “Well, it feels like a lot of different things- it’s like knowing that every morning you’re going to wake up and see that beautiful smiling face and you know that your day is going to be so much brighter, it’s knowing that when you’re sitting out on the lawn that you’re not going to be alone whilst you talk to the fishes, it’s knowing that the love of your life is only sleeping just across the hall and that at any moment in the night you could sneak out and go talk to them but you don’t because you want them to sleep peacefully,” 

   “Well in that case,” Charles smiles as he closes his eyes, allowing (Y/N)’s fingers to glide through his hair. “I do believe I’m in love with you (Y/N),” 

Cause I found her, but now she is gone
Cause I found her, but now she is gone
Cause I found her, but now she is gone
Cause once I found her, but now she is gone

   God- Charles should have tried harder, he shouldn’t have let them run off like that. He shouldn’t have let them leave the mansion, not with all the rising contentions and all the wars and weapons and-

   “Charles,” (Y/N)’s lip quivered as they reached up to touch Charles’ cheek, their bloodstained hand painting his cheek an angry red. “Do not blame yourself for this, please,” 

   “(Y/N),” Charles sobbed, his hand pressed tightly to their stomach as blood oozed from the bullet wound there. “Oh god, this is all my fault, this is all my fault-” 

   “Remember how you asked me what I talk about with the birds?” (Y/N) asks, a completely irrelevant time to be asking said question considering they were dying in Charles’ arms. 

   “Of course (Y/N) but how-” 

   “I used to talk to them about how much I loved you, your smile, your sweet eyes, your amazing voice, I told them about how kind you are, how accepting, I told them that you’re going to change the world some day, they’d just have to wait and see-” 

   “(Y/N), please, you’re only going to waste your breath-” 

   “I want you to look in my head Charles,” (Y/N)’s voice quakes as they speak. “I know you promised me you never would but I want you to, it’s my dying wish,” Charles sobs at their words, the pain to much for him to bear. 

   “(Y/N) please don’t make me-” 

   “Charles, I want you to,” Charles looks at (Y/N), at their watering eyes and small smile, even now they still looked like an angel, even coated in blood and dust and dirt they still looked heavenly. With shaking hands Charles pressed his fingers against (Y/N)’s temple, delving inside their head for the first and last time. 

   There wasn’t much to see or hear, in fact there was only one thing and he couldn’t even see it but rather he could feel it. All he felt was an undying sense of love, a love (Y/N) had felt for him. It was so powerful that it nearly took Charles’ breath away but he clung to that feeling, to those last fleeting feelings of (Y/N), of warmth and security, of love and happiness, of everything he could possibly ever want in life-

   “Charles,” Moira’s gentle voice is what pulls Charles away from his thoughts. His thoughts clear and suddenly he’s no longer clutching a deceased mutant but rather a warm steaming mug of coffee, made by his very own girlfriend. “Are you okay?” A look of concern flashes her features but Charles doesn’t acknowledge it, too focused on the steaming black liquid before him to even spare her a glance. 

  “Yes,” Charles murmurs, even though he knew he was far from okay. “Yes, I’m quite well,” He gives Moira a fleeting smile before sipping away at his drink. “Thank you my love,”