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Make Me Bad

DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.

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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.

“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.

How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.

Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.

“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.

“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.

A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”

He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying. 

Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.

“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”

“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.

“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”

Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.

“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.

“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.

Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.

“So, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”

Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.

You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment. 

“What!?” Ethan gasped, “For real!?”

“For real,” you sighed nervously.

“Wow, you haven’t lived yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be” Ethan smirked suddenly, “Because tonight we’re changing that.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “Wha-, no, no.”

But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.

“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.

You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.

“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”

You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.

“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.

“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.

“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”

And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.

“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.

You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.

“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.

It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.

“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.

“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.

You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.

“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.

Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.

“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.

You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-

“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”

Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.

“Who’s next?” someone called.

“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.

A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”

“No man, she’s mine,” Ethan growled, stepping forward.

You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.

You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops  filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.

“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.

“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words. 

“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”

He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.

“Yes,” you said.

And that was all it took.

The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.

Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.

He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”

Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.

Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.

“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.

He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. 

“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.

“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.

You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.

Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.

But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.

- The next morning -

You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you. 

“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.

You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.

You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”

“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.

“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.

“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.

“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”

“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.

Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.

“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”

Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”

“Really,” you smiled nervously.

“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”

You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.

“Nights like last night,” you repeated.

Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.

“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”

Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”

You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”


This is an expert from my post “THE MONGOLS AND THE RISE OF GENGHIS KHAN”. 

It is an army after the fashion of peasantry, being liable to all manner of contributions and rendering it without complaint whatever is enjoined upon it… It is also a peasantry in the guise of an army, all of them, great or small, noble or base, in time of battle becoming swordsmen. Archers and lancers and advancing in whatever manner the occasion requires.” – Ala-ad-Din Ata-Malik Juvaini, Persian historian and governor of Baghdad.

Mongols began their journey into maturity at a young age; around the age of three their mothers taught them to ride horses, being able to ride alongside their parents at the age of four and able to race at the age of six. At the age four or five they were given their first bow and by the age of fourteen or fifteen they were old enough to be enlisted into the army – possibly acting simply as herdsmen or members of the baggage train. 

“-their children begin as soon as they are two or three years old to ride and manage horses and to gallop on them, and they are given bows to suit their stature and are taught to shoot; they are extremely agile and also intrepid. Young girls and women ride and gallop on horseback with agility like men.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

Military training wasn’t as necessary for Mongol recruits as by this time they had already spent years herding and hunting on horseback; learning how to track, pursue, carol, and kill game. In particular they engaged battues, or ‘nerge’; a great hunt in which “beaters” spent a month driving animals into a certain pre-chosen area which would then be encircled and closed off.

^ Kublai Khan on a hunting expedition.

When in a battue we hunt the cunning wild beasts, for you we shall go ahead and round them up. For you we shall drive the beasts of the steppe until their bellies press together; for you we shall drive the beasts of the steep banks until their thighs press together.” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

When ordered to go ahead and round up wild beasts in a battue, for you I would have driven the beasts of the cliffs Until their forelegs pressed together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steep banks until their thighs pressed together. For you I would have driven the beasts of the steppe until their bellies pressed together.” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

These Mongolian wolves are big and savage, often attacking the herds, and one alone will pull down a good horse or steer. The people wage more or less unsuccessful war upon them and at times they organize a sort of battue. Men, armed with lassoes, are stationed at strategic points, while others, routing the wolves from their lair, drive them within reach.” – Elizabeth Kendall.

As the circumference of the battue circle closes in, the wild beasts are forced into a confined region, they are then shot down. First to be given an opportunity to hunt choice game were the nobility and royalty who would then open up the hunt to their remaining troops. Wild game hunted consisted of foxes, hares, swans, cranes, deer, gazelles, cattle, wild boars and wild asses, but also included more dangerous animals like wolves, Siberian tigers and bears.

When they want to hunt wild animals they gather together in a great crowd and surround the district in which they know the animals to be, and gradually close in until between them they shut in the animals in a circle and then they shoot them with their arrows.” – William of Rubruck.

During Genghis’ campaign against the Khwarezmian Empire of Greater Iran, he felt that his reserves had spent too much time away from battle and would eventually grow soft and weak. To alleviate this he ordered them to engage in a great battue (the great khan also joined in) which encircled a vast area and killed off all game within. The battue were not only for sport, they also trained the Mongol warriors in cooperation, coordination, discipline, marksmanship, tracking as well as luring the enemy toward a chosen battlefield. 

Other skills these young Mongols attained throughout their lifetime were scouting and knowledge of vegetation, environment, weather and climate. These Mongols would continue campaigning for most of their lives but all the while these warriors weren’t paid, their only form of income came from raiding, looting and from a portion of the war booty. They would then give the Great Khan all of the loot, he would take 10% then distribute the rest to his highest commanders who would then distribute to those below then and so on. Some of the loot was also given to the orphans and widows left behind by fallen Mongol soldiers. 


“… In appearance the Tartars (Mongols) are quite different from all other men, for they are broader than other people between the eyes and across the cheekbones. Their cheeks also are rather prominent above their jaws; they have a flat and small nose, their eyes are little and their eyelids raised up to the eyebrows. For the most part, but with a few exceptions, they are slender about the waist; almost all are medium height. Hardly any of them grow beards, although some have a little hair on the upper lip and chin and this they do not trim … They also have small feet.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine, who traveled as the Pope’s ambassador to the Mongols between 1245 and 1247 CE.

Similar to the hairstyle we usually think of when we think of Christian monks, the Mongols had the tops of their heads shaved. The hairline above the forehead and temples was grown out with hair hanging from the center reaching as far as the eyebrows, sometimes there would be two locks of hair at the hairline’s ends. They also allowed the hair on the back and sides of their heads to grow, with two locks of hair hanging either behind the ears or down the sideburns. Generally, the Mongols were bow legged (from horse riding) and short, their baggy clothing made them look all the more stout and stocky.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate A.

Like most other people whom lived in the frigid and bitter northern regions of the world, the Mongols generally wore many layers of clothing, usually in the form of furs or padded cloths. The Mongols wore long-sleeved shirts under long knee-length robe-like coats made of cotton, wool or leather which had a belt wrapped around the waist. If necessary they would add a coat or two, if both coats were used then the innermost one would have the furred side facing their person and the outer one with the fur facing outward to aid against the weather – rain, winds, snows (according to William of Rubruck). Both their robe’s sleeves and their trousers were wide, with the latter being tucked into their leather or felt high boots. 

As they campaigned against Chinese and Islamic nations, they were increasingly accustomed to finer fabrics and materials such as silk. Silk shirts were supposedly capable of, if worn under leather lamellar armor, causing arrow points that penetrated the armor into twisting and lessening the impact. They wore thick socks made of felt (wool) and wore the traditional ‘Mongolian cap’ which consisted of a conical made of quilted cloth, felt or fur and a brim encircling the sides and back of it which could be folded to further warm the wearer. During warmer seasons and in more humid climates the Mongols wrapped a cloth around their head which was eventually tied in the back in the form of a headband.

The Mongol Warrior

During the kuriltai of 1206 CE a white standard was raised (“They hoisted the white standard with nine tails”), this banner (‘tug’) consisted of a long pole with a circular top with nine white tails (yak or horse) hanging down from it.  White haired tails were used in times of peace, which is why the one was raised when the Mongols were united at the kuriltai of 1206 CE was white. Black haired tails, however, were raised during times of war. In front of the Great Khan’s ger (tent) were the ‘Nine White Banners’: one in the center, which was the tallest, and eight others surrounding this central banner.

As for me, I have consecrated (sprinkled) my standard which is visible from afar; I have beaten my bellowing drum covered with the hide of a black bull; I have mounted my swift black horse; I have put on my armor (‘steel-hard dress’) and grasped my steel spear; I have placed on the bowstring my arrow with its nock of wild peach bark. I am ready, let us start and give battle to the Qa’at Merkit!” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

Then say to them, ‘My long (streamers of horse or yak tails) standard, visible from afar, I have consecrated; I have beaten my deep-sounding drum covered with ox-hide; I have mounted my swift horse, the one with a black stripe along the backbone; I have put on my leather-strapped breastplate, and grasped my hilted sword; I have placed on the bowstring my nocked arrow. I am ready, let us fight to the death against the Uduyit Merkit!’

Genghis Khan (“To those who sided with me when I was establishing our nation, I shall express my appreciation”) assigned eighty-eight of his companions to the rank of commander (despite their ethnicity, religion or social class). Most of these men would lead a single tumen (‘ten-thousand’) each – Jebe (‘the arrow’) and Jelme (‘blood sucker’) were two of them. Each commander was given a great drum (naccara); if this drum was struck once it signaled that it was time to prepare their horses for travel and place their equipment on them. The second beating indicated that it was time to disassemble and organize their tents and the third pounding indicated that it was finally time to move off from camp. All this was done in silence: when moving off from a camp site, during combat and when preparing camp.

Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator). Plate C.

It is like a very tall whistle of bronze or copper and across the top of it there is stretched a large piece of leather… and this is supported by four stakes as high as a man’s waist… and if the chieftain wished to move camp, when midnight is passed he orders the drum to be struck and the man who is allotted this task grasps two wooden maces in his two hands… and strikes as hard as his strength and breath allow him to do.” – Friar David of Ashby.

In their eerie silence these white and black banners would signal the light cavalrymen to attack or retreat while the naccara (war drums) were banged as a signal for a full-on assault including heavy cavalrymen. The silence would be replaced with the maddening howls and yelling of the charging horsemen which would force the enemy into fleeing. One reason for the silence was so the horsemen could keep a low profile, they would draw little attention so the enemy wouldn’t expect their sudden assaults until it was too late for them to react effectively.

The steppe nomads were known to use a decimal system as an organizational structure, the Mongols too utilized it. In this system a commander or officer only needed to communicate with the ten below them – making the passing of orders and intel much easier and faster.

  • Arban – a squad of 10 men. This was the smallest unit size; the oldest person in this squad would usually take on the leadership role.
  • Jagun or zagun – 10 arbans equaling 100.
  • Minghan – 10 jugans equaling 1,000.
  • Tumen – 10 minghans equaling 10,000. Though a tumen didn’t always reach ten thousand, sometimes being bolstered by auxiliaries (5,000) which could make up to half of the Tumen’s full size. Temujin would also make it illegal under penalty of death to change into another unit. This often separated sons from fathers, siblings and cousins so this essentially broke familial loyalties. Now no matter your ethnicity, religion or previous clan and tribal associations, your squad became your new family.

Like most other steppe cultures, the first weapon that comes to mind is the bow. The Mongols typically carried two bows with them, one short and one long, both of which were held within their own individual bow cases. The shorter bow was used for short range attacked while the longer compound reflex bow could reach between a range of 200-300 meters (656-984 ft.) with an account of a man called Yesüngge (Genghis Khan’s nephew) able to shoot “a target at 335 alds (536 m. or 1,758 ft.)“. 

They also brought along two to three quivers, each holding about thirty arrows each. These bows were pulled back by way of the so-called ‘Mongolian Draw/Release’, in this style the index and middle finger are abandoned in favor of the thumb which was then supported by index and middle finger which rested atop the back of the thumb. The Mongols would wear a ring which allowed faster and more powerful shots. These rings could be made of bone, horn, stone, leather, metal and other materials.

Every [Mongol] is ordered to carry into battle sixty arrows, thirty smaller ones for piercing and thirty larger with broad heads for discharging at close quarters. With these latter they wound one another in the face or arms and cut through bowstrings and inflict heavy loses.” – Marco Polo.

Primarily there were two types of arrows used, light arrows with small arrow heads which were used for long range and heavier arrows ones with broader arrow heads that made them powerful armor-piercing missiles (due to the fact that they were heated until red-hot then dipped into salt water) used at close quarters (range of 150 yards and much deadlier at close range). A whetstone was attached to a quiver, this tool was used to file and sharpen arrowheads and blades. The greater majority of the Mongol army consisted of light cavalrymen (six in ten) so most wore little to no armor and used small swords, bows and javelins.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 084 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds (illustrator). Plate B.

Heavy cavalrymen, despite rarely being thought of, were an important and integral part of the Mongol army. Armed with scimitars, axes, and twelve foot long lances with a hook near the tip used to yank men off their horses. These elite warriors wore cuirasses consisting of five segments of leather which were boiled in order to soften them (in effect creating a flexible piece of armor) then they were tied to each other. The leather segments would also, with the help of lacquer, become waterproof. This lamellar-like style of armor was also implemented into the creation of greaves and even horse armors.

One on one side of the horse and one on the other, and these stretched from the tail to the head and are fastened to the saddle and behind the saddle on to its back and also on the neck; another section they put over its hindquarters where the ties of the two parts are fastened and in the last named piece they make a hole for the tail or come through; covering the breast is another section. All these pieces reach down as far as the knees or joints of the leg. On its forehead they put an iron plate which is tied to the aforementioned sections on each side of the neck.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by Stephen Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator).

Another form of leather armor worn was scale armor which consisted of thin but long scales of leather (20 lbs.) designed in lamellar-like fashion. According to Friar William of Rubruck, a Flemish (Dutch Flanders) missionary (Franciscan) and explorer who traveled throughout the Mongol Empire, the Mongols attained iron caps and iron plated armors from Persia. They used lassos, swords (scimitars from the Turks), light axes, maces, spears, lances and small round shields. Lances, however, are mentioned as being their primary weapon. These lances featured a hook which was used to pull enemy combatants off from horseback and yank shields so to open the enemy up to an attack.

A common battle tactic used by the Mongols was the Tulughma, or ‘standard sweep’; arranging themselves in a checkerboard-like formation similar to the Roman Republic’s manipular formation. This granted them free space to maneuver so the light horse archers that lay in the back rows to snake through the heavy lancers divisions in the front rows while the light cavalrymen at the wings weave around them to flank the enemy.

Tulughma or “standard sweep. Osprey – ‘Men-at-Arms’ series, issue 105 – The Mongols by S. R. Turnbull and Angus McBride (Illustrator).

The horse archers would then blot out the sun with flurries of arrow fire and once they were successful in sending the enemy into disarray, the heavy cavalry lancers would stride forward and smite the enemy or force them into routing. If the arrow volleys did not sufficiently stagger the enemy and the light cavalry archers were forced to retreat they would make their way back behind the safety of their core force while letting loose Parthian shots, their place would be recycled by another. The light horse bowmen and heavy cavalry lancers would then engage in a cascade of alternating assaults echoing the actions of the Parthians that obliterated the Romans at the Battle of Carrhae in 53 BCE.

The Mongols tie branches to the tail of their horses to create a blinding storm of dust or sand which could obscure an escape or grant the illusion of a larger Mongol force. Like the Persian Immortals, most of this was done in complete silence from the soldiers. Directions were given by lanterns. the beating of drums, cracking of whips or the waving, raising or lowering of flags. The Mongols would strive to surround and outflank the enemy but they always allowed the enemy an outlet to flee through since cornered rats fought ever fiercer. If the enemy are in dire straits, were given an escape route and followed it then they would be chased and hunted down by the Mongol warriors.

If it happens that the enemy fight well, the Tartars make way of escape for them, then as soon as they begin to take flight and are separated from each other they fall upon them and more are slaughtered in flight than could be killed in battle.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

When you surround an army, leave an outlet free. Do not press a desperate foe too hard.” – Art of War by Sun Tzu.

Back in 1204 CE, two years before he was declared Genghis Khan, he set out against To’oril, Jamuqa and the Naimans. For the most part much of Mongol warfare consisted of unorganized skirmishes and the individual warrior’s skill but in this battle Temujin shows how he successfully employed three different battle formations which overwhelmed the enemy.

“[Temujin] rode against them and, having driven away their patrolmen, he arrayed his troops and together with the army leaders decided to advance in ‘caragana’ marching-order, to stand in ‘lake’ battle-formation and fight a ‘chisel’ combat” – The Secret History of the Mongols, 195.

One such formation was the Caragana (peashrub of Siberia, Mongolia and northern China) also known as the ‘Moving Bush’ or ‘Tumbleweed’ Formation: instead of a full-scale assault on the enemy, the Mongols split up into arbans (squads of ten men each) and peppered the enemy from any and all directions. The Mongol arbans would act almost independently of one another, advancing and retreating. The enemy wouldn’t know where the next attack or wave would come from and which to advance against. Since the skirmish began in the darkness of the early morning the Mongol numbers were obscured. This formation was usually used during dark, cloudy or foggy days and under the cover of darkness (dusk till dawn).

The next phase of the battle was followed by the so-called ‘Lake Formation’ which mimicked the waves hitting the shore. The Mongols would form up in horizontal lines and harass the enemy like a wave. They would then retreat back through the gaps of the new wave of assailants and prepare for their next wave. After performing this formation the enemy formed up into a thin line in order to meet the Mongols. Now forcing the enemy into spreading and thinning their ranks out, the Mongols changed to the next formation in their strategy. 

The next stage was the so-called ‘Chisel Formation’: the Mongols narrowed their vanguard whose ranks behind it widened – like an arrowhead. This formation is similar to the more well-known ‘Wedge’, ‘Draco’, and ‘Boar’s Snout’ formations. This formation would allow the concentrated Mongol vanguard to break through the thinned out enemy line. The enemy was unable to keep up with the shifting tactics of the Mongols; overwhelmed and outmatched, the enemy were no match.

Another popular tactic was the ‘Crow Swarm/Soldiers’, ‘Ocean Waves’ or ‘Falling/Scattered Stars’: this was sort of like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’. Like the ‘Moving Bush Formation’ they utilized small bands which surrounded the enemy, even if the enemy had a larger army. The difference here was that these small bands were at least half the size of the Moving Bush’s. At the beating of a drum, fire signals, crack of a whip or a shout, the small bands all attacked in unison like a massive oceanic wave. This raucous assault was then followed by a silent retreat and repeated if necessary.


In Mongol tribal societies, assassinations were common and loyalties shifted like the sands of the great Gobi Desert. Warriors swayed from leader to leader, whichever granted them the most potential profit and fit their immediate needs. Being that these steppe nomads lived in tents it was not that difficult for someone to slip in and kill someone else, because of this Genghis Khan created a band of bodyguards numbering some one hundred and fifty sworn followers (keshig or Keshik, “blessed or favored”); seventy day guards (Torguud) and eighty night guards (khevtuul).

^ Mongol (2007). My snapshot.

“[Genghis Khan] chose and recruited eighty men to serve on roster as nightguards and seventy men to serve as dayguards. He recruited them from the sons and younger brothers of commanders of a thousand and of a hundred, as well as from the sons and younger brothers of mere ordinary people, choosing and recruiting those who were able and of good appearance.” – The Secret History of the Mongols, 191.

Day and night shift:

Chinggis Qa’an further ordered: ‘The quiverbearers, the dayguards, the stewards, the doorkeepers and the grooms are to go on roster duty in daytime. Before the sun sets they shall see to make way for the nightguards; they shall go out to their geldings and spend the night there. At night, the nightguards shall see that those of their men whose duty it is to lie all around Our tent do so, and they shall put on roster those of their men whose duty it is to stand at the door to guard it. The following morning, when We eat soup, the quiverbearers and the dayguards shall report to the nightguards; the quiverbearers, dayguards, stewards and doorkeepers shall all carry out their respective tasks and take their appointed places.” – The Secret History of the Mongols. 192.

^ Marco Polo (Netflix TV series).

This elite bodyguard eventually grew from a group of 150 men into a full tumen (unit of ten-thousand men) and would continue to be used by the Turco-Mongol led Mughal Empire of India (Khishig) and the Turco-Mongol led Il-kanate of Greater Persia (Keshikchi). Even the famed Venetian merchant and traveler Marco Polo is suspected to have been part of this secretive order, his deep knowledge of Mongol society and his closeness to the Khan (Kublai Khan) hints towards some sort of special relationship. The Keshig not only operated as a system of elite bodyguards but also as administrators, overseers and as a military academy that could lead its members into the position of commanders of a tumen (ten-thousand). Many of the Keshig were sons of high ranking Mongol commanders over tumens and minghans (thousand). By allowing their sons into this order the Great Khan was effectively using them as hostages.

Osprey – ‘Warrior’ series, issue 84 – Mongol Warrior 1200-1350 by Stephen Turnbull and Wayne Reynolds. Plate H.

As a whole, under Genghis Khan’s rule steppe armies became far more professionalized. Before commencing march, the commanders and officers had to inspect their men’s gear, equipment and supplies – every piece of armor or weaponry had to be in good condition. The Mongols brought with them needle and thread to keep their clothing and armor in good condition. Only after the inspection had been passed could the Mongols continue on their campaign.

^ Mongol (2007).

While on the march or in battle, any item that was dropped must be picked up by the man behind the owner; be it a bow, sword, sowing needle or whip – failing to do so could result in being executed. There were certain people who searched throughout the deserted camp site for any belongings that may have been accidentally left behind. Other acts that were punishable by death were desertion, fleeing from the field when not given such order, looting the fallen before given permission and guards found sleeping on their watch. Lesser infractions resulted in the penalty of being caned; the number of times struck depended on how many times you’ve stepped out of line.

When they are in battle, if one or two or three or even more out of a group of ten run away, all are put to death; and if a whole group of ten flees, the rest of the group of a hundred are all put to death, if they do not flee too. In a word, unless they retreat in a body, all who take flight are put to death. Likewise if one or two or more go forward boldly to the flight, then the rest of the ten are put to death if they do not follow and, if one or more of the ten are captured, their companions are put to death if they do not rescue them.” – Giovanni of Pian del Carpine.

The first failure of a guardsman to appear on duty is to be punished with 30 strokes, a second failure with 70 strokes and a third failure with 37 strokes and expulsion from the guard…” – The Secret History of the Mongols.

  • Head over to my post, “GENGHIS KHAN, THE STALLION WHO MOUNTS THE WORLD”, to read more about how Genghis Khan was pressured into campaigning out of China toward Central Asia (Kara Khitai Khanate), to Greater Iran (Khwarezmian Empire), to the frontier of Eastern Europe (Medieval Russia and Ukraine) and back to China. I also cover Mongol shamanism and their tolerance of foreign religions, the famed ‘Yam’ pony express, their tactical use of captives and their massive deportation policy.
  • To read up on the early history of the Mongols, check out my post ‘THE MONGOLS AND THE RISE OF GENGHIS KHAN’. In this post I speak about the Mongolian transition from seemingly insignificant tribal confederacies into an empire that was four times the size of Alexander’s and twice the size of the Roman’s. I cover their military tactics, some of their battle formations, armaments, their rapid adaptation of foreign technologies, and their secretive order of bodyguards known as the Keshik. During Genghis Khan’s early reign the Mongols warred against themselves and their fellow steppe neighbors as well as Northern China’s Western Xia dynasty (Tanguts: Tibeto-Burmese) and eastern Jinn dynasty (Tungusic Jurchens who were Sinicized).

Tom Holland Imagine: City of Stars

Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.

A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye

Warnings: Cussing


“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”

“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”

“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”

“Bee-Man? Really?”

“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”

Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.

“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”

“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”

“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”

Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”

“Yeah, you got that right.”

Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.

I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

—Tom’s POV—

“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.

“Yeah, I think I do…”

“Well, spill!”

“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”

“Well, what did she say?”

“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”

“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.

“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.

“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.

“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”

“Doing it right now!”

—Your POV—

I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.

“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”

Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.

“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”

“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”

“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”


—Time Skip—

“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”

“Yes… is that okay?”

“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”

Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.

“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”

“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”

Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.

“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.

—Time Skip—

“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”

“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”

I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.

“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”

I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.

Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.

“Where are we going!?”

“You’ll see!”

After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.

When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.

“Tom, what is this place?”

“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”

Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.

“And this is where I blindfold you.”


I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.

“You can take it off, now.”

I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.

Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.

“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.

As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.

Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.

As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.

“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”

I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.

“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.

I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.

“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.


“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”

“The City of Stars.”

Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.

“I think I want it to stay…”

Little Gilbert

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Kai Parker x Reader
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summary : Reader is Elena’s little sister and the Salvatore’s are over protective of her. Kai ends up staying at the Salvatore’s over night and sneaks into her room.
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Y/N’s life had gotten complicated the past few years. When her older sister Elena had met Stefan , Y/N had still been in her third year of high school. Both Stefan and Damon had taken a liking to her and over time had become like family to her - like she had two older brothers. After Elena had burned down their house , Y/N had moved in with the Salvatores. Problem was they were super over protective of her. If anyone even dared to get too close to her , things would get ugly for that person. Once a classmate , her friend Jake , had come over so they can work on a project and he had played a prank on her - sneaking up from behind to scare her - and she had screamed. Damon , who had been at the kitchen in that moment making her her favourite snack , rushed to the living room and nearly choked her friend before even bothering to listen to what had happened. Stefan was the same - almost , he listened first before trying to hurt anyone. Y/N loved them and appreciated having two guarding angels at all times but sometimes things were getting a little out of control. Their over protectiveness was starting to suffocate her. Whenever a boy showed up to take her on a date , one of them would tag along and even though the Salvatore wouldn’t sit with them , it didn’t matter much because they could still hear and see everything. Elena was the only one who could get them to back off a little but that never lasted too long.

* * *
Y/N walked downstairs heading into the kitchen, her ponytail and white polca dot ribbon flapping behind her. She was wearing a black tshirt with print (the logo of her favourite band) and gray skinny jeans along with her favourite ankle high black converses.
“Hey sis.” she smiled at Elena. “And big brother.” she winked at Damon.
Her eyes drifted towards the cupcakes on the kitchen counter and just as she was about to grab one , her eyes fell on a stranger sitting on the kitchen table. He had blue eyes ,brown hair , perfect angel like features and was holding a cupcake , his fingers covered with frosting. The boy glanced at her , then at Elena and Damon.
“You have a little sister?” asked the boy. “Wait. Who’s sister is she? And …where have you kept her hidden until now?”
Y/N took one of the cupcakes , taking a bite which resulted in cupcake frosting getting on her nose. Elena wiped it away with her thumb , giving her little sister a warning look. Damon glanced between Kai and Y/N , who obviously were curious about each other by the way they were starring at one another. Kai had gotten up , shortening the distance between him and Y/N. He was smiling widely , outstretching his hand for her to shake as a hello.
“Hi. I’m Kai …and you are ?”
“Littlest Gilbert.” she laughed. “I’m Y/N , Elena’s little sister, well cousin.”
“A human.” muttered Kai to himself. “Didn’t think those existed in Mystic Falls with all the supernatural population. I see you like cupcakes as much as me. Hey maybe we can go out sometime - there is this bakery near the town square -”
“OKAY , slow down big brother.” said Damon pulling Kai away from Y/N. “You are not allowed anywhere near her. Got it? She is off limits.”
“Why not ?” wondered Y/N.
“Because he is the one who shot an arrow through Bonnie’s stomach and he is the reason she is all alone in the Prison World right now.” said Elena pushing her sister out of the kitchen door. Y/N got free and ran back towards Kai and the cupcakes.
Elena’s little sister looked at Kai , head to toe , curiousity burning in her eyes.
“He doesn’t seem dangerous.” she said. “He seems .. cute and cuddly.”
Kai laughed under his breath. “I think she likes me.”
“No , no , no.” said Damon. “No one here likes any body. Y/N , go to your room before things get ugly for mr. charming right here.”
Elena grabbed Y/N and started pushing her towards the door again.
“Fine, fine. I’m going. See you around Kai.”
“Yeah. See you around.” he replied with a wistful look in his eyes.
Damon was starring at him , his arms folded in his chest.
“What ?”
“If you touch her , you lose your head or heart. Or both.” threatened Damon.
“Damon !” exclaimed Elena. “Don’t threaten him. He said he’d help us get Bonnie back. That gives him a pass. At least this time…”
Elena kissed Damon on the cheek while Kai was glancing between them and the door , hoping that maybe Y/N would pop her head through there.
“You two together is still totally revolting to me.” sighed Kai. “Alright , where is that stupid Ascendant ?”

* * *


Y/N walked into the Salvatore’s , her phone in her hands as she kept texting her friends. Elena had convinced Stefan and Damon not to hover over her that day , so she can spend it with her friends before their graduation in a few days. The Salvatores’ overprotective attitude really was getting out of control lately.
Y/N took a few steps into the living room and left her bag on the sofa hearing voices coming from the library. Whoever had come for a visit didn’t appear to be wanted. For a moment she hessitated , but in the end curiousity won over and she headed straight towards the loud voices ignoring the fact Stefan and Damon would be angry as hell if she put herself in any kind of danger.

“I just need a place to crash.”
“One night.” insisted Kai. “Don’t think your house was my first choice. Look I know we don’t get along , specially after that wedding fiasco , for which I am very sorry by the way. What Bonnie did hurt me and I snapped. It’s not like you two haven’t screwed up majorly at some point in your life.”
Stefan folded his hands , nodding and rolling his eyes listening to Kai. Last thing he and his brother wanted was Kai spending the night over , specially with Y/N being in the house. Kai had been dangerous before he turned into a heretic and now who knew what he’d do if he got upset. None of them were willing to risk it.
“I am trying to be better.” added Kai. “Please ? See how nice I am ? I even said ‘please’.”
“You are not not staying.” argued Damon.

Y/N made her way down the hall as quietly as possible. Not that it would do her any good considering the Salvatore’s were vampires and could hear her coming from a mile away. Quite literally. Whoever it was in there with them , might not make it out alive unless she intervined.
“It’s just for one night.” said a very familiar voice that made Y/N stop right at the door. “Please ? I promise to behave. Also need I remind you that you owe me for not going through with that crazy idea your psychopath of a mother had about linking Elena to Bonnie for all eternity ?”
“Because you did that out of the goodness of your heart ?” asked Stefan.
“Not important why I did it.” said Kai. “The important thing is that I did and now you owe me.”
“Fine.” groaned Damon. “But you are not allowed anywhere near her. Got it ?”
“Anywhere near who?” said Y/N walking in. Damon and Stefan groaned. Kai looked happier than ever she had walked in in that moment. He ran his fingers through his hair and took a small step towards her , stopping a second later realising if he took another someone might snap his neck. Kai smiled widely at her and she smiled back at him , taking a step towards the Salvatores. “Are you two going to keep it up with the over protective stuff? I love you but seriously - I am graduating high school , the ceremony is in two days. Are you planing on going to Whitmore with me too ?”
“No.” said Stefan. “We are just -”
“Being the most loving , carrying yet extremely annoying not-blood-related older brothers ?” interrupted Kai making both Salvatoress turn towards him. He could see Y/N was trying hard not to start laughing. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. Can I at least say HI to her or is this forbidden too ?”
Damon poured himself a drink and drank most of it while Stefan motioned for Kai that it’s OK if he wants to say HI. In a flash Kai hugged Y/N under the absolutely shocked facess of the Salvatore brothers.

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Title: Coach Negan (Part 5.)


Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse/AU)
Negan finds out where you work.
Word Count: 3,325
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: HUGE THANKS TO @brexja FOR BEING MY BETA!!! <3 This is just a filler. So, enjoy the smutty goodness… ;-)

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Imagine giving Chris his birthday presents.

A/N: Part 4 😊 How cute is he in that gif though. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3)

You and Dodger woke before Chris did on his birthday. Both of you snuck out of the bed and headed downstairs so you could start on breakfast as well as get his presents in order. You didn’t lie when you said you got him things he’d like and use, like baseball caps, plaid shirts, and socks. You did, but you also got him more than just things. You’d made him something a lot like the notebook; a montage filled with videos and photos of the two of you from the moment you met until now. The entire soundtrack for the montage consisted of Ed Sheeran- ‘Thinking Out Loud’, 'Photograph’, 'Kiss Me’, and 'Perfect’- because his songs always cleverly depicted your relationship with Chris. You smiled every time you listened to Ed Sheeran now, because you still couldn’t believe he was going to be singing at your wedding. Yeah, nothing you’d done or could’ve done for Chris on any of his birthdays was ever going to top what he did for you on your twentieth.

“Something smells good,” you heard Chris’ voice and footsteps as he entered the kitchen. He scratched Dodger’s head as he passed him, walking over to you to hug you from behind as you finished serving up a feast; bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, sausages- the works. “Morning, beautiful.” He kissed your lips when you turned in his arms, humming, “mm mm. Happy birthday to me,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Happy birthday, indeed,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you want gifts first, or after breakfast?” You asked and he smirked, which gave you the answer you wanted. “Gifts first it is,” you giggled, removing your arms from his neck and taking his hand so you could pull him over to the couch. “Close your eyes,” you instructed as you dragged him along, beckoning Dodger along too. “Okay, now sit.”

“Are you talking to me, or Dodger?”

“Both.” You giggled and pushed him back by the shoulders, watching slight panic wash over his face as he fell back; relief replaced it when he landed on the couch. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, right next to the gifts. “Okay…” You’d lined up the gifts up, starting from: a gift you’d bought for Dodger to give to Chris, a gag gift from yourself, to the practical items, to the montage- which was set and ready to go on your iPad. “You can open now.” You said and Chris did as he was told, raising an eyebrow at the bone themed wrapping paper. “Dodger picked it out,” you stifled your laughter when Chris snickered.

“Thanks, bud,” Chris looked over at Dodger and nodded at his oblivious pal. “It’s a fantastic wrapping paper,” he continued praising Dodger, trying not to smile when he heard you giggling. “You made a great choice,” he said with heavy emphasis on the word 'great’. “I wonder what it is,” he started tearing into the wrapping, laughing when he revealed a tube of tennis balls. He shook his head at you with a great big grin on his face, making you laugh. “I see he decided to get something practical too, something we can share.”

“You know Dodger, he’s a very 'sharing-is-caring’ kinda dog.” Chris chuckled and put the tube to the side, holding out his hand for his next gift. “Okay, this one’s from me.” You bit back your smile as you passed him your gag gift. “I think you’re going to love it, it’s definitely going to be something you use everyday.”

“Awesome,” he smiled as he opened the gift, revealing what appeared to be his NASA cap. “Uh…” He turned it to face you and quirked his right brow, “I already have one of these.” You tried not to laugh as you nodded; you’d actually just wrapped his old NASA cap to see if he’d notice. “Well, it is one of my favorite caps so…I guess- thank you?” He chuckled when he took a closer look, “you could’ve found a newer one to buy, this one looks like it’s been worn out.”

“That’s 'cause it’s second hand,” you told him, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your smile. “It actually belongs to a very talented Bostonian actor, I’d consider it a collectible.” It was that moment when Chris realized what you’d done; he burst into laughter- full body laughter, leaning back against the couch and pressing one hand against his stomach as the other covered his mouth. “It was very hard to come by, so I hope you appreciate it.” You laughed along with him, patting his knee with your hand.

“That’s fucking gold,” he choked on his laughter, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “Tell you what, the next time- try and see if you can score me Chris Evans’ favorite sunglasses. I think I could really use it to go with this hat,” he winked and you giggled. “Your brother said you loved rewrapping things around the house to give as gifts when you were a kid, I can imagine how much fun christmases and birthdays were around your house.”

“Oh, they were plenty fun,” you nodded, laughing. “I was so good at giving gifts, everyone always really enjoyed their gifts from me. It’s like they just knew they were going to need it.” Chris buried his face in his hands as he continued to laugh uncontrollably. “I know,” you smiled as he dropped his hands, “I’m adorable.”

“Yes you are,” he grabbed your wrist and gently tugged at you, gesturing you off the table and onto his lap. You did as he orchestrated, taking the actual gifts in your hands to give to him as you sat in his lap; gifts you’d actually bought. “You really don’t need to buy me things, Y/N.” He told you as he unwrapped. “I don’t need things when I’ve got you, you’re everything.”

“Yeah, I know.” You kissed his cheek and he smiled as he pulled out the blue and green plaid shirts you’d bought him. “But you could use some new stuff in your wardrobe,” you said and he hummed in agreement. He unveiled a pair of black Mickey Mouse socks, chuckling, then grinned at the personalized Patriots cap you’d bought him; on the back it had 'Evans’ embroidered in white. “I know I’m not Ilaria, but I’d like to think I’ve got enough style to buy you some clothes.”

“You’re kidding, right?” He put the items aside and tightened his arms around your waist. “You have incredible style. Even Ilaria said so, she said she might just quit when we get married because my wife should be taking over her job of dressing Chris Evans.”

“You’re a sweetheart.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek before you reached forward to grab your iPad. “Here you go,” you passed him the iPad with the montage pulled up and ready to play. “This is your last gift for today. Well-” you whispered into his ear, making him laugh softly through his nose, “excluding the bedroom stuff.”

“Nice to know that Victoria Secret bag you hid in the back of the closet is actually for me,” he winked and you scrunched your nose at him. “Okay, what’s this?” He quizzed, then answered his own question when he saw the title of the montage: 'Our Almost Three Years’. “Are you serious, Y/N? You know Dad said my teeth can’t handle anymore of your sweetness,” he joked and you chuckled, leaning your head against his. “Should I grab a tissue box?”

“I’d say no, but we both know you’re a bit of a cryer.” You teased and he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t worry about tissues, what’s a fiancée for if you can’t use her shoulder to cry on.” He smiled and kissed your cheek before pressing the play button. “I love you, Chris,” you whispered as Ed Sheeran’s voice starting singing 'Thinking Out Loud’ and the first photograph you ever took together slid onto the screen. You and Chris smiled in reminiscent; it was at the airport just as you were both leaving Starbucks for the boarding gate. “Even more so today than the first day we met.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” His arm tightened around you, holding you close to him as you both continued to take a stroll down memory lane. It was nice to relive all your best moments together, to see all the old photos you’d taken throughout your time together as well as rewatch all the old videos you’d filmed of each other. You could really see when the two of you fell in-love, when the friendly smiles turned into longing gazes. Chris was incredibly thankful to see a collation of all those moments, he could’ve watched that video forever. “Me too,” he repeated, sighing with absolute satisfaction.

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Part 5A

Ace of Spades

Word count: 4,678

Warning: smut

Request: You and Kai play strip poker

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Oh c'mon!! Your parents will be out of town and you’ll have this whole humongous house all to yourself for a week. Don’t tell me you’re going to start hibernating or something.’ Caroline said, her legs pulled up on the couch, her arms resting casually on her thighs while she kept playing with laces of her shoes.

‘I don’t know. I was thinking maybe, watching some movies or something. Besides, my parents will kill me if I break something and I can’t risk it.’ You grabbed a fistful of potato chips and started eating them one by one, your back resting against the cold wall.

‘Are you joking? This is like, the perfect opportunity for you! Empty house, no parents around to tell you what you can and can’t do, house filled with boys and alcohol for sure and you can finally hook up with that guy you like, even though I don’t know why are you into him. The guy is a sociopath.’ She rolled her eyes and threw her head back, her arms resting on each side of the body.

'Who? Kai Parker? Yeah, he’s a total babe. Have you seen him? Those blue eyes just make me melt and that grin just screams 'take my clothes off’.’ You blurted out with such passion and emotion, making Caroline furrow her brows at your comment and roll her eyes again.

'Gross.’ She said with disgust in her voice as you laugh and cleaned your hands on a small cloth placed on the floor next to you. You pushed your body away from the wall and laid down on the floor, your fingers tugging at your shirt.

'I wonder what his fingers would feel like on my skin. Trailing them down from my neck to my stomach or his lips pressed against my neck.’ You trailed your hand over the spots you have mentioned with such a serious expression on your face before you propped yourself up on your elbows to get a perfect view on Caroline.

'You are actually considering sleeping with him?’

'Why not?’

'You know if you two do sleep with each other, it will only be a one night stand. He’s not the kinda guy who would want a full relationship after a mind blowing sex.’ Caroline added and knelt down on the floor, her tone so serious that it was kind of funny.

'How do you know he gives mind blowing sex?’ You lifted your eyebrow and bit your lip, a chuckle leaving your mouth not even a second later.

'I just- omg, you so need to get some because you’re unbelievable when you’re frustrated.’ She got up and walked towards the front door, her curly blonde hair bouncing with every step she took. 'Also, pick something hot for tonight’s party. Love ya.’ She blew you a kiss and closed the doors behind her, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Maybe she was right. Throwing a party wouldn’t be a bad idea and if that meant that Kai Parker would be in your house, well then that was the right reason to throw that party.

Jelly shots - check. Vodka - check. Beer - check. Small lights have been hung all around the house, giving it a special atmosphere that also hasn’t lit up the room too much. Red cups placed all over the kitchen counter. You went to the big mirror placed in the hallway and check yourself out to make sure everything was perfect. Your black skinny jeans kissed every part of your legs perfectly, your loose white t-shirt fitting your body just as you had hoped it would. You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard loud steps coming closer and closer to you, only to be faced by Caroline a few second later.

'Wowza!’ She exclaimed and looked at you from every possible angle, even making you feel a little bit uncomfortable. 'You’re definitely going to catch Kai’s eye when he sees you in this. Girl, you look amazing!’

'Thanks but we don’t even know if he’s going to show up at my party. I’m sure he’s busy with siphoning someone’s magic out of them or-’

'Or maybe he’s getting ready for this party. Stefan told him he better shows up tonight so no worries, you’ll get your man.’ She added and fixed her hair while looking in the mirror, checking her make up eve though it was on point and didn’t need any adjustments.

'You haven’t told him about- you know-’ you stuttered and kept looking at her and it didn’t take you long enough to realize she infact did tell him about it. 'Caroline!’ You whined and burried your head into your hands before placing them on the wall and leaning against it.

'Sweetie’ she tapped your shoulder and leaned in to whisper in your ear. 'Everybody knows that you have a thing for Kai. It’s not a secret at all.’ She walked away, making you groan in frustration and because of how you felt a bit embarrassed. Everyone knew that you have been into Kai freaking Parker for some time, but you shook those thoughts away when you heard people chatting not too far from you, meaning the party has oficially started. You cleared your throat and walked into your big living room, recognizing everyone’s faces after just a split second.

'You look amazing!’ Stefan complimented you and kissed your cheek before hugging you tightly. He smiled at you while Caroline fixed your hair.

'Caroline, you don’t have to do that. I’m not expecting him to show up at all, so what’s the point?’

'Oh we will be here.’ Stefan added, making your eyes go wide.

'What- um- how are you so sure about it?’ Confussion and nervousness was obvious in your voice and how your palms started sweating from the thought od Kai actually being close to you.

'Because, I’m looking at him right now.’ He briefly pointed towards the front door as Kai walked in and looked around the room. He looked perfect as always but there was something about him that night that drew you in and you wanted to be close to him as soon as possible. You haven’t realized how long you have been staring at him, even when he made eye contact with you, you didn’t look away. He winked at you and smiled before he disappeared into the crowd as you felt your legs getting weaker, your hand reaching for Caroline’s shoulder.

'Yeah, we need to get some drinks into you. Now.’

'That’s a good idea.’

Shot after shot, but you still haven’t been as drunk as you wanted to be. It has only made you gain a little more condidence and it has also made you this giggly and happy person, who just wanted to party.
You were sitting on the kitchen counter with Caroline and Elena next to you, everyone else having fun in the room next door. You laughed at something Caroline said and got so lost into it that you haven’t noticed how Kai has been staring at you the entire time, his shoulder leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed. You cleared your throat as your heart started beating faster, your imagination going haywire.

'We will just, leave you two alone.’

'No, Caroline!’ But it was too late. Kai was the only person you have been left with, his eyes finally meeting yours.

'I’ve been watching you all night.’

'Y- you were?’ You stuttered, unable to control your mind or how nervous you were the entire time, yoir heart skipping a beat everytime he took a step closer.

'Oh yeah. You have got my mind going in some, different places.’ He approached you and placed himself between your legs, his hands on each side of them on the kitchen counter. You could swear that you have felt the warmth of his body radiating out of him without Kai laying a single finger on you.

'Like what?’ You swallowed hard and bit your lip, your eyes falling down to his lips and the way they moved everytime he spoke up.

'Like, what would your skin feel like against my fingertips.’ His hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers tracing your back slowly, making shivers roll down your spine. You closed your eyes at the feeling, his hot breath suddenly tickling your neck. 'What would your skin feel like against my lips, kissing every possible inch of your body.’ A soft kiss was placed on your neck, a quiet moan accidentally escaping your mouth. He smirked, feeling proud of the effect he had on you.

'But the best part’ he tucked a lock of yiur hair behind your ear as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear slightly. 'I wanna know what it would feel like having you wrapped so tightly around me.’ Those words have traveled all the way down there, your walls clenching just by imagining it, your breath hitching because of the way he said it. You looked at him in the eyes, his blue ones piercing into yours, his lips slightly parted as you crashed your lips with his, unable to hold it back anymore. The rhythm of your lips moving against one another has been what you have been craving for for so long. The way his tongue slipped into your mouth, playing with yours, has made you wet and hungry for more. His hands snaked underneath your thighs as he picked you up and slammed you against the fridge, his crotch meeting yours in no time. You reached down between your bodies and placed your hand on jis clothed lenght, feeling it getting harder under your touch. You moaned into his mouth and wanted to slip your hand into his jeans, only to be stopped by his strong grip. You looked at him befuddledly when he pulled away, your brows furrowing at his actions.

'No touching.’ He let you down slowly, his hands on each side of your head while his hips were strongly pressed against your body. 'I will fuck you, just not right now.’ He whispered, your breath hitching in your throath.

'Then when?’

'Later, sweetheart.’ He winked at you and left the kitchen, leaving you alone to process everything that had happened. You leaned down and placed your hands on your knees, feeling as if you had just finished running the longest marathon in your life. Your lungs felt as if hey were about to collapse, the room suddenly lacking the air you needed. You ran your fingers roughly through your hair and stormed out of the house, finding yourself in the garden. You took a deep breath, but somehow you couldn’t stand anymore, your legs felt like jello and at one moment, you collapsed down on the grass, a sky full of stars being the only thing that your mind was focused on, that was until a familiar voice traveled towards you. You looked up and faced Kai again, the biggest smirk covering his face.

'So, this is what you do when you’re hiding from me?’  He muttered and laid down beside you, facing you.

'I’m not hiding- I came here for some fresh air, that’s all.’ Trying to sound convincing, you tried not to look away even though his eyes were somehow even bluer that you have remembered.

'Mhm and that what happened between us is not- going through your mind right now?’ Kai smirked and chuckled, his fingers finding an exposed spot on your stomach, tracing them slowly. You closed your eyes for a split second, trying really hard not to give him what he wants.

'Nope, not at all. In fact, it wasn’t even that special.’ That was a lie. It was even better than you have imagined it in your head, his fingers feeling perfect against your sesitive and warm skin.

'Is that why your heart is beating so fast right now?’ Damn it, you thought to yourself, your loud heartbeat giving you away. You propped yourself up on your elbows and reached closer to Kai’s face, your lips almost brushing.

'I tell you what, when all these people leave, let’s play a game.’

'What kinda game?’

Strip poker. The first one that ends up naked, has all control of what the other one will do. No exceptions.’

'Are you sure? Because let me tell you something’ he suddenly leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, slightly biting on your bottom lip, making you feel it all the way down to your core. ’I always win.’

'So full of yourself, Parker. That’s because you have never played poker with me. In that case, you always lose.’ You swiftly kissed his lips and got up, taking larger steps to walk away from him, feeling his eyes locked on your body. Your smile grew with each step you took, excitement radiating through your body. As much as you were excited, a dash of nervousness was still there, because after all this time, you and Kai were about to be alone together for the first time and you were about to do everything but talk to one another.

Kai has been around you for the rest of the night, but he hasn’t made any contact with you besides eye contact. Everytime he looked at you and winked, his drink resting in his hand, it made your body shiver and your heart skip a beat. How was it possible for a person to look that good just by the way he held a drink in his hand, a single light illuminating on his rings that fitted him oh so perfectly and you couldn’t wait to feel them on your skin.

'Why are you so nervous?’ You jumped a little bit at the sudden voice echoing through your ears, a blond set od hair standing next to you. 'People are leaving, it was an awesome party. Nothing is broken, you should be celebrating!’

'Yeah, sure, um- are you guys leaving now too?’ You asked and looked around, your eyes locking with Kai once again.

'We can’t stay and I can see that Kai has been staring at you all night, so, there’s clearly something going on between you two.’ She winked at you and playfully punched your arm, the biggest smirk on her face.

'I hate you.’

'Love you too!!’ She yelled while walking away, taking Elena by her arm as everyone finally left your house, a large space suddenly became larger, a black silhouette across the room leaning against the wall. You ran your fingers through your hand and reached behind you, a full deck laying in your hand. You brought your hand to the front and started shuffling it like a pro, slowly walking towards Kai while he started walking towards you, both of you meeting somewhere in the middle.

'Ready, Parker?’

'To win? Always. And then-’ he reached out and placed his finger on your neck, his touch feeling as if his fingertips contained fire, almost burning when a single digit touched your skin, slowly tracing it down, hooking his finger on your shirt and slowly pulling it, a light draft covering your cleavage when he let your shirt go. 'I can finally have my way with you, in any freaking way possible.’

'That- we’ll see about that, Parker. Bring it on.’ You turned around on your heel and plopped yourself on the floor out of nowhere, crossing your legs as your fingers kept playing with the cards, waiting for Kai to join you.

'Are you coming or?’ You smirked at him, a smile flashing across his face. He sat down in front of you, his legs crossed, his gaze focused on your movements and the way you shuffled the cards as a pro. He was mesmerized by your actions, how gracefully you moved your hands around the cards, almost missing when you have finished and placed the cards in front of him and you.

'I hope you’re ready to take the first piece of clothing off, because I’m so going to win this.’ You said confidently, his teeth slowly grazing against his bottom lip.

'We’ll see about that.’ Kai uttered and picked up his cards, studying them carefully.

Card after card has been placed down on the floor, yours and Kai’s eyes meeting every so often, Even when you weren’t looking at him, you could have felt his eyes on you, as a nig smile flashed across your face.

'What do you have, sweetheart?’ Kai muttered and took his eyes off his cards, his fingers playing with them while he wait. You smirked and then placed them on the floor, a perfect set od cards, flashing before Kai’s eyes.

'Royal flush, baby.’ Satisfaction audible in your voice while you rubbed your hands together and chuckled quietly, the thought of what was about to happen making you excited even more. Kai trew his cards on the floor and started smiling, his brows furrowing while his fingers played with the hem of his shirt.

'C'mon, Parker. Take it off. You know the rules.’

'Oh, I have nothing against the rules. In fact, I can’t wait to see more of you.’ He cooed and lifted his shirt, taking it off over his head and threw it on the floor right next to him, your eyes instantly falling down to his perfect torso, a hint of biceps flexing everytime he moved his arms. You bit your lip as you couldn’t take your eyes off him, every particle in your body wanting to touch him.

'I know you like what you see, but it’s time we continue this perfect game, baby.’

'I have a feeling you want to get naked as soon as possible.’ You uttered and leaned back on your hands, cards laying perfectly in Kai’s hands as his long fingers shuffled through them so erotically and slowly, making you feel something all the way down there.

'With you, anytime.’ He blurted out, your breath almost hitching in your throat.

'Just deal the cards.’ Kai chuckled at your words, handing you and him cards, one by one. He let out a big sigh, his eyes scanning the cards. 'Have a problem there, Parker?’

'Not at all. Everything is just perfect.’

'Good, but, prepare to lose again, baby.’ You placed your cards on the floor again, a perfect set flashing once again. 'Full house.’

'You have got to be kidding me!’ Kai groaned and ran his fingers roughly through his hair.

'Take off your pants, sweetheart. I love this game a lot. Don’t make me wait too long, Parker.’ You started laughing as Kai stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pushing them down all the way to his ankles, stepping out od them and throwing them at the same spot his shirt has been laying. You looked down at his clothed manhood, his lenght outlining perfectly, making your breath hitch and your heart skip a beat at the thought od him slowly sliding in and out of you, making you feel his every inch.

'If you want to see it, you just need to ask.’ He blurted out, making you snap out off your thoughts as you cleared your throat and finally managed to look up, his eyes meeting yours. Out of everything, you just wanted to placed your hands on his body and trail them everywhere, but most of it, you wanted to see all of him.

'Cocky, I like it, but finish the game first.’

After an hour of playing, your game has fallen and you have been sitting down on the floor in only your underwear, just like Kai. There was such a strong sexual tension in the room that you could have cut it with a knife, sometimes the only thing echoing through the room was the sound of yours and Kai’s sped up breathing.

'If I win, you take off your bra and panties, which would mean that I have won this. If you win, I’ll take off my boxers and you can do to me whatever you want. Deal?’ Kai has offered you his hand and waited, not even a second later, your hand slipped inside his, shaking it slightly.

'Show your cards on 3…2…1.’ You both placed cards on the floor at the same time, except a smile quickly disappeared from your face.

'Royal flush, baby.’ Kai trailed off and leaned back on his elbows, his legs spread a little bit. 'Take off your clothes. Now.’ He commanded and bit his lip when you hooked your fingers into your panties and slowly pushed them down your legs, letting them fall on the floor so lightly. Kai’s eyes directly went to your heat, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he strongly watched your every move and how your hands reached behind you and how you unhooked your bra, letting it fall down on the floor.

'What are you going to do now?’ You asked so innocently, biting on your thumb, your heart racing as if it was about to escape your body.

'Me? Nothing. You will.’ You looked at him befuddledly, your brows furrowing at his questions. 'I want you to touch yourself.’


'C'mon, don’t be shy. Let me see what your pretty little fingers can do.’ He muttered and smirked, his hand resting on his clothed lenght. You sat down on the floor and spread your legs a little bit as you slowly traced your fingers through your folds, feeling yourself getting wet from how Kai’s eyes stared at you and waiting for your next move. You started massaging your clit in slow figure eights, throwing your head back a little bit and close your eyes, a picture of Kai doing that instead in your mind. You pushed two fingers inside your heat, circling them around and stretching yourself as you opened your eyes, noticing how Kai’s hand was inside his boxers, slowly moving around. You smirked and started pumping your fingers faster, using your other hand to massage your clit, spreading your legs further, allowing Kai to get a better look on your fingers playing with your heat. Kai quickly pushed his boxers down to his knees, his lenght springing up to his stomach as he grabbed it with his hand and circled around his tip with his thumb before he started moving his hand up and down his lenght, trying to follow the speed of your fingers.

'That’s right, let me see you cum while I’m watching you.’ Kai groaned out, his hand picking up it’s pace, your fingers rubbing your clit faster as you felt yourself getting closer to your release, your fingers pumping in and out of, your body desperate for a release.

'Fuck, Kai!’ You moaned out and felt your walls clenching more and more, your orgasm finally tearing through you, your body shaking under your own touch. You laid down on the floor and closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath but suddenly your fingers were replaced by Kai’s, picking up your arousal as he brought them up to his lips, licking everything off them, devouring them as if your juices were his favourite thing in the world.

'Fuck, you taste so good.’ You ran your fingers through your hair and arched your back, in a few moments, Kai’s lips pressed against your clit, suckling on it like he would do to a lollipop. You pushed your fingers into his hair, pulling on it slightly as the feeling completely took over your body. Your body felt as if it was on fire, every inch of your skin sensitive to a touch, but neither one of those inches of your body hasn’t been left untouched. Kai placed his hand on your stomach, his cold rings almost hurting you when he placed them onto your hot skin, causing your walls to clench as his tongue started pumping in and out of your heat. He hummed against your clit, the vibrations causing another orgasm to tear through your body, Kai’s name slipping out of your mouth. You quickly reached out and grabbed Kai by his shoulder, pulling him in for a kiss, filled with desire, passion and such sexual tension.

'Please let me touch you.’ You begged him as you slowly traced your hand down his torso and right down to his lenght, that was hard again and so ready for you. 'Please.’ He hasn’t stopped you, his hand finding its way up to your head as he slowly pushed your head down until your lips were touching his tip.

'Do it.’ Those two words were enough for you to part your lips and take a part of him inside your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat every time you pushed him in. His hips kept jerking up, your hand trying to press his hips down while your other hand massaged his balls, every so often squeezing them slightly making a louder moan escape his mouth.

'You’re so good at this, f-fuck.’ You picked up your pace and started stroking his lenght with your free hand, his length suddenly twitching inside your mouth as you felt his hot liquid trickling down your throat, the grip on your hair intensifying throughout his orgasm. You wiped your mouth with your thumb and parted your lips to say something, but Kai’s lips met yours quicker than you could have done anything.

I wanna fuck you.’ He groaned, his deep and raspy voice turning you on even more, your arousal dripping down from your heat. 'Look how wet you are, baby. Dripping down on a nice floor, that’s not nice.’ He pinned your hands above your head, pressing them down as much as he could, his other hand grabbing onto his lenght, stroking himself a couple of times before placing himself at your entrance, his tip slowly entering you. 'I will make you scream my name and I’ll make sure you never forget what it was like having me inside you.’ He groaned and pushed himself into you with one quicky move, filling you up to the hilt, a screaming leaving your mouth. His hands were pressing yours down while his hips kept drilling into you at the fastest and roughest pace, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room.

'Fuck you feel so tight around me. So fucking good.’ He moaned and looked down between your bodies, watching how his lenght kept sliding in and out od you, making you feel his every inch grazing against your tight walls. You haven’t been able to speak, your breath hitching at his every rough thrust, his hips meeting yours so perfectly.

'Fuck me, Kai.’

'Shit!’ He groaned and reached down between your bodies, his fingera drawing harsh figure eights on your clit, the sensation of your walls clenching again making your vision go black as your body started shaking, an orgasm tearing theough your body perfectly, your tight walls clenching around Kai’s thick shaft. His thrusts haven’t lost their speed as he rode out your entire orgasm and just one clench was enough to send Kai over the edge, his warm liquid filling you up, his hips mercilessly slamming into you. He stilled himself and collapsed on top of you, the grip on your arms slowly fading away.

'You’re fucking amazing.’

'You’re not so bad yourself, Parker.That was some mind blowing sex.’ You breathed out as Kai pulled himself out of you, plopping himself down on the floor. 'You’re really good at playing poker.’

'I told you. I always win.’ He smirked and kissed you deeply once more before he got up and started getting dressed.

'Where are you going?’

'Home. The party is over and you have only invited me for only one strip poker so, are we done?’

'Oh, boy, I’m far from being done with you.’ You trailed off and got up, your legs still weak from an orgasm as you grabbed onto Kai’s jeans and pulled him closer, your hand slipping into his pants. 'Let’s see who’s going to win now.’


Hogwarts With Newt 

Warning: Lots of fluff, cuddles, and warm, fuzzy, kisses

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You’d promised to spend the evening with Newt, but somehow or another, you’d lost track of the time. It was almost midnight when you came stumbling into the Hufflepuff common room, feeling absolutely exhausted. You rubbed your eyes groggily and re-focused on your surroundings. The room was large and circular, beautiful green plants hung from the ceiling, thick carpets coated the floor, a wispy fire crackled warmly, and only one of the overstuffed yellow couches was occupied. The entire room was empty, give or take a singing plant, and a half eaten plate of chocolate chip cookies lay atop a barrel table in front of the sofa Newt lay on. You tiptoed over, dropping your bag down and sinking onto the sofa beside a restless Newt, who was curled on his side and deep in sleep.

“Damnit,” you whispered sadly to yourself, feeling ashamed for keeping Newt up. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

You brought your hand gently up to push Newt’s reddish-honey hair from his closed eyes. The light of the fire nearby sent shadows across his perfectly slender and smooth features, causing your heart to race. His long eyelashes drooped over his freckle kissed skin, his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and his full lips hung partly open. You smiled a little, and tucked the last strand of his hair affectionately back into place. Not a moment later, two glimmering blue eyes blinked up at you, startling you momentarily.

“Hello,” Newt smiled feebly.

“Oh-I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!” you exclaimed softly.

“It’s alright, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he murmured, his eyes on yours.

“Newt, I’m sorry about running late, I had to stay and tend to Professor Sprout’s plants after lessons, and then I went up to the library to catch up on my potions paper, and well, I just lost track of time,” you fumbled.

“Shh,” Newt shook his head, pulling up from his position to sit upright, “I understand completely.”

You gave a sad smile, gazing into Newt’s bright orbs, “you know more than anything, I just wanted to see you.”

Newt’s cheeks flushed warmly, “a-and I, you”

The poor thing, you felt as if he was so misunderstood. Even Hufflepuffs, the most friendly of all people, would wrongly judge Newt. During classes, some students would call him ‘beast boy,’ and it troubled him more than he’d like to admit. He didn’t want you to be seen with him during classes because he was so afraid you’d be teased for being seen with him. You were good at ignoring the taunts that came with hanging around Newt, but it was much easier to be with him in the safety of the common room. In a way, though, it made Newt feel like your own secret treasure.

“S-so, how was the extra Herbology?” Newt cleared his throat.

“Good,” you piped up positively. “we helped wrap up the plants to keep them toasty in this freezing weather.”

Newt just now looked over you, his eyes widening with realization, “and you’re still in robes, after such a long day?!”

It was winter time now, and even through the common room windows, you could make out the layers of glittering white snow that coated the lawns at Hogwarts. Millions of tiny snowflakes sprinkled from the clouds like shimmering fairy dust all day round.

“Oh,” you shrugged, “I didn’t really think about changing.”

“You must be exhausted from wearing that uniform all day, so here,” Newt said, stripping off his fluffy knitted Hufflepuff sweater. He wore a black and yellow top underneath, which clung snugly to the ripples of his chest.

“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully. You loved wearing Newt’s clothes, they were always so cozy, and smelled wonderfully of him. You began taking off your clothes right then and there, but Newt turned beet red and raised his hands to his eyes to give you privacy. You sighed in content as you replaced your tight collared shirt for Newt’s comfy sweater, which was too big for you, but you loved nonetheless. You pulled out your tight hair elastic, letting your hair spill freely down. Feeling a thousand times better, you sunk down into the weathered couch and curled to your side, resting your head in Newt’s lap. Newt blinked his blue eyes open in surprise, but didn’t speak as he began combing his fingertips gently through your hair. You closed your eyes in content, the feeling of Newt’s touch sending little electrical currents through your body.

“Thank you for everything you do for me,” you murmured into Newt’s lap.

“I would do anything f-for you, love,” he said, his lips twitching upwards.

Every time he called you that, you had a tiny internal freakout.

You smiled and breathed in Newt’s current aroma; cinnamon spice, snowfall, and the crackling log fire.

You felt Newt’s fingers tremble slightly, his breath coming short all of a sudden.

“You okay?” you asked, rolling on your back to stare up at Newt.

He looked down at you lovingly, his lips quivering, “I just feel that you n-need to know that you look…b-beautiful. S-so, it’s hard for me to focus when I look at you.”

You felt your heart practically melt right then and there.

“You’re a sweetheart,” you said, sitting back up and turning to face Newt.

“J-Just being honest,” he stuttered softly, his eyes falling down to the couch.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” you stated suddenly. “Everyone else is in bed, and we’re the only two here… so, why wait?”

Newt’s eyes fell to the checkered quilt that covered his legs, his cheeks warming subtly. 

“I wanted to be with you,” he said simply, avoiding eye contact.

“You didn’t have to though, Newt. I mean, I love seeing you, but we do have classes together too, and I don’t want you to stay up late for… well, me.”

Newt’s eyes darted back up to yours, “you know I’d do anything for you.”

Your heartbeat faltered, your thoughts freezing over momentarily.

“And also,” Newt sighed, “it’s easier to be with you now, when nobody is around to tease you for being with me,” he admitted.

“Awh, Newt,” you whispered sadly. “I’m sorry some people can’t see what I see in you. You’re the most loyal, brave, kind, empathetic, smart, and handsome boy I know,” you smiled, your hand coming up to rest on Newt’s cheek.

You felt his skin warm under your touch, Newt getting fidgety from the contact. “I’m n-not deserving of you, (Y/N). I thank the sun and the stars that I was lucky enough to find you.”

“Well I hope you like having me around, cause’ I’m never leaving,” you giggled, bending forward to rest your forehead against Newt’s.

This was probably the closest you’d ever been to Newt, and staring into his eyes now, you realized how close his lips were to yours, and how much you yearned to taste them. Newt froze, his breath hitched, his eyes unable to move from yours.

“You know,” you whispered, “there is one plus side to me coming back so late.”

“W-what’s that?” Newt responded quietly, looking gently flustered.

“Nobody’s here to stop me from kissing you.”

You’d said it without thinking, but before Newt could respond, you linked your arms around his neck and dove gently in for a peck on the lips. For a second Newt tensed, but then he quickly let his body relax, his lips responding instantly to yours. His mouth was heavenly, and even in the brief second where you got a taste, you had to restrain yourself from indulging in more. Newt’s lips molded perfectly into yours, like two soft and full puzzle pieces, but a moment later, they were gone, and his forehead was back against yours.

“Wow,” Newt breathed softly, his eyes fluttering open.

“Sorry if that was too straightforward,” you laughed softly. “I’ve k-kind of wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

Newt’s hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his twinkling eyes drinking in all of your features.

“Kind of?” he giggled with a raise of his brow.

“Okay, more than kind of,” you blushed.

Newt pushed gently closer against you, his breath cool over your features, his eyes darting to your lips. “Well, I kind of want you to do it again.”

Title: Playing with Fire

@negantrashlucille23​ requested: Maybe OC being the daughter of a very important customer… but like Ike is still married so that there can be some angst but there’s definitely something between Ike and OC And smut x) fluff anything you want really ^.^

Character(s): Ike Evans and Reader
Summary: Your father stays in one of the suites at the Miramar Playa, and the hotel’s owner, caters to his every need. But, when you finally see what this man looks like, you cannot help but tease him every chance you could get.
Word Count: 2,877
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Thank you, @negantrashlucille23​ for this request! It was so much fun to write. Plus, I wanted this to be as steamy as possible, so I hope I accomplished that! I also changed it from being Ike and an OC to Ike and the Reader, if you don’t mind! Thank you again, and enjoy! :-)

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You’ve gotten used to Riz leaving home for work.

Five years together has made you both learn to be flexible. Sometimes it seems you two go months on end without spending more than a few days in each other’s presences, but when you do each moment is close to magical.

You know if it were any other man you most certainly would not have stuck around as long as you have. And he knows he was lucky enough to find you when he did. Maybe that is why this goodbye isn’t nearly as difficult as you’d both anticipated.

In fact, this morning seems like every other morning. You know this time he is only gone for a little under two weeks, so you tell yourself to pull it together as he steps into the kitchen poorly dressed with sleep still in his eyes.

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Obsessed 1/?

A/N: Hi guys! Here’s that series we previously mentioned. No better day to publish than a Tuesday, am I right? I have no idea how long this will be, or if it will even be seen… lol. But, if it is, I hope ya’ll like it! I would appreciate any feedback. As of right now, there is no summary, because even I don’t know what’s going to happen! So please, bare with me. And read it. Also, V opposed to the main character (Alexia) having a name versus y/n.
I hope you enjoy our first ever series, I would love to write more for you.
- A.
Warnings: Cursing.
Word count: 2k.

The bitter washed back taste of clear liquid hit my tastebuds in my already shaky hands. It was 6:03 am. I say shaky because you know how you first wake up and the blood flow still needs to rush to your hands? Yeah, that. I also say washed back because this water had been sitting on my night stand for a couple nights now.
Agh, anyways… 6:03 am.
First day of senior year and back to school. I know people are always whining and complaining but I didn’t mind school, ever, actually. The mornings, the essays, the readings, none of it was a big deal. 
I smiled to myself in my hazily lit room with the sun trying to pour through my gray curtains. My window was opened a crack from my sister, Veronica and I, sneaking out to hike to a water fall the night before. Yeah, just the two of us, being absolutely dangerous and reckless when we had to be back early the next morning.

I gave the wall next to me three knocks. Waiting… waiting… 

*three half assed knocks*. 

I threw myself out of my bed and sprang for my sisters room right next door. 
“Open those green eyes, my little marshmallow, it’s go time little shit!”
I was jumping up and down on Veronica’s bed, trying my best to not completely lose my balance and step on her. 

“I actually hate how much of a morning person you are…” her morning voice crept through. 
she groaned rubbing her eyes, grabbing her glasses. 

I pounced myself from her bed back to the ground, flashing a wide smile at her before running down stairs and making us both some tea. 
It was a ritual for us. Planning our day or just catching up over some of my chai, and her berries and cherries.

“How’s your knee doing?” Startling me, nearly making me spill hot water all over myself. 
I looked down at the raw skin still building, touching it to see if its fully scabbed.

“Eh, not fully there, should scab soon though…”
After a couple moments of silence Veronica dared to ask…

“Have you talked to… him?” 
The tea in my mouth almost became bitter as the name ran through my head.

I rolled my eyes and threw the rest of my tea in the sink. 

“Now… in what fucked up universe would that happen again?”

Veronica looked around and gave me a shrug. I ran my fingers through my hair then held my face at the memory.

“It’s 6:30, we’ve gotta get up and going for the seniors big day, no?”

“As well as the juniors first day back…”

We both smiled and raced each other upstairs. 
I pinned some strands of my hair back, letting some fall to frame my face. I threw on some black jeans that probably needed a wash, then a fitted burgundy henley and grabbing some black heeled boots on my way back down because we had to leave within the next couple of minutes.

“You look nice, showing some cleavage but not too much, bringing all the boys to the yard…”

She said swishing all her hair in one swift movement to one side, letting her chocolate locks flow. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself… Is that my shirt?” 

“And thats all the time we’ve got for today folks! Can’t be late for the first day back…”

I rolled my eyes and let it slide. Grabbing our book bags and my sister already deciding what we’d be listening to for the car ride. 

Long Valley High School wasn’t as bad as some made it seem. Jersey was beautiful, and so were the schools. Big libraries and nicely funded class rooms, we couldn’t complain.

In the midst of my admiration or just the white noise in my mind, I was disrupted when Veronica slapped my shoulder.

“Ow! What the-…” 

“Ummm… don’t look right away but ex bestie and you know who strolling by in 3…2…1…”

I pretended to get my stuff together as they walked by my car, then looked when I counted to five in my head. 
Somehow I was able to catch a whiff of him. Memories began to replay in my head and then an all to familiar scent disrupted them. My ex best friend, Giselle Walsh. Her favorite Victoria Secret perfume robbing the trail of something I once considered home. I looked up to catch her flicking her long, silky, black hair off of her shoulders. She stopped only a couple yards from my car, just to make sure I was watching…

Giselle threw herself around him, leaving small kisses on his neck, and before I could watch the morning make out, Tommy decided to jump on the hood of my car, scaring the shit out of me, and blocking my view. 

“HEY! Ready to beat the piss out of this year then skin it alive?!”

I looked down at my hands that were fidgeting with my keys, and laid my head back on the head rest.

“God, I missed your fucked up sense of humor, hug me.”

Tommy pulled me out of my drivers seat for a nice warm embrace against his cold jean jacket. 

Tommy. A family friend since the 3rd grade. We actually used to hate each other until we got paired up for a scene in a play and forgot our lines together. Scarred us so good we had to share the embarrassment, it’s also a fantastic story we tell every holiday season. Inseparable since.

“You smell like… perfume I got you last Christmas?”

I nodded with devious smirk. Giving Tommy my hands to make them warm again. After all, it was mid September in Jersey, weather was getting pretty nippy. 
My smirk dropped when I felt eyes on me,

“He’s looking isn’t he?”

Tommy smiled their way and delivered a wave, 

“Yup, wanna make out so he really has something to look at?”

“That wouldn’t work, everyone knows you’re gay.”

Tommy gasped and said with a wink,

“Straight for you any day.”

“I’m keeping count of how many times she’s rolled her eyes this morning and we are close to double digits and it’s only 8 in the morning.”
Veronica added while getting out of the car.

Tommy gave out both his arms, in an escort manner.

“Well, are my lovely females ready to be escorted by the schools best defender?”

Veronica and I smirked at each other and took Tommy’s arms. And together we walked my sister to her first class, chemistry. 

“Curb stomp the shit out of those elements, V.” 

“You are more violent than normal this morning, what was in your coffee?”

“Pre-workout… or was it adderall? Can’t remember…”

In actual deep thought, Tommy trailed off and began to rub his chin.  
With widened eyes now Veronica shook her head and replied,

“Oh my god, well… Lunch? Tables? Find me?”

Tommy and I looked at each other and gave a nod, arms still locked. 
We gave Veronica a wave and headed to the other side of the building. Mine and Tommy’s schedules were almost always identical. Except he had weights last period, and I got to take his smelly ass home while he tried to shove his armpit in my face almost the whole drive. 

Hearing the late bell, Tommy and I continued to stroll down the halls without a care in the world, laughing about my slight gimp because of the scab on my knee. 
Five minutes or so had passed when we made it to room 126, English. Tommy grabbed the door for me and bowed, I curtsied in reply. On our way in, Tommy decided to comment on Miss. Collins ensemble of the day.

“Miss. Collins, looking classy as ever.”

“Thomas Reeds, you and Miss. Fahl are late and it’s only the first day back, we don’t need that scholarship to throw itself away, now do we?”

I tried to hide my laugh while Tommy’s expression had dead panned. 

“I’m sorry Miss. Collins, won’t happen again…” I said while dragging Tommy to our seats.

“Mhm, heard that before… Alright, class…”
Miss. Collins voice began to fade in and out of my ears while she was going over the syllabus and the readings we would be doing for this semester. 
I began to zone out on a smudge left on the white board before Tommy pulled my hair to get my attention… 

“So? Anything?” 

“You and my sister are both on a ringer about that this morning. I don’t know what you guys expect… it was just once.”

“I almost can’t even look at him and we have weights together. Don’t be surprised if I swing or-”

“Tommy, I love you with every vessel my heart has to offer but can you just please be cool? I would like to forget about it…”
. Tommy sighed then placed his pouted face into his fist on the desk. He batted his eyelashes at me, and I took in his big, brown, doe eyes. 

“Don’t give me doe eyes, don’t do that.” 

“Whatever you want princess, but just say the word and I’ll-”
 I interrupted him mid sentence,

“Yes, I know, give him an ultimate wedgie…”

“You already know!” 
He placed his hand in front of my face, asking for a high five with a dorky smile.

“Your sister was right, you’re eye rolling more than usual…” 

School became a blur and before we knew it, it was lunch. Tommy carried my books while I scanned the lunchroom, looking for my sister at our usual spot. I found her bustling with something in her book bag, her glasses almost glistening in the lunch room with it’s humungous floor to ceiling windows. 
I nudged Tommy to follow me and we sat down in unison. 

“How were the first 5 classes?”

“Easy peezy lemon squeeze year for me it seems… You guys?”

“Agreed. Looking like an easy-…”. 
My face began to feel hot when we made eye contact. I began to play with my hair, trying to look busy but ended up staring down at my boots to distract myself and get the red tint off before he approached the table to say what’s up to Tommy like I knew he would. 
That same familiar sent approached before my beet red face could dismiss itself… 
“Hey Tommy, weights?” 

“You know it, I’ll see you later Dolan.”  
I let out a huff of air when I knew he was gone. 

“I thought you were becoming a damn fish with how long you held your breath.”  
I mimicked Tommy with a funny face while I fanned myself from the sudden rush of heat. 

“You know, eventually, you guys are going to have to talk…” Veronica stated, biting into her apple with a loud crunch.

“Honestly, you guys probably have a class together…” Tommy chimed in. 
I threw my hands up in defense,

“You would jinx me like that?!”

“Well! I can’t see until next period when I get in the office for my TA period…”. 
I threw my face in both of my hands, guessing he was probably right. 
The rest of lunch was Tommy, Veronica, and I, going over our syllabus’, forging our parents signatures and gossiping here and there.

The bell rang and the lunch room became louder with sounds of zippers closing and table wheels rolling in response to the sudden movement. 
Tommy offered to walk me but the office was in the front of the school at building one while mine was on the second floor in the back of building two. 
He handed me my books and casted a “farewell” sign my way. Since Tommy’s next period was office TA, he would be able to see if I had any classes with him. But, for now, the coast was clear. 

The hallways became emptier and emptier with everyone entering their classes, all I could hear was the sound of my boots clicking against the tiled floor. Meeting the door to my next class which was an anatomy lab, I looked down while I was entering the room to check a text that Tommy had sent.

Ummm… you’re not going to believe this…

And before I could finish reading the rest of the message, I looked up to meet a set of hazel eyes and warm, tussled brown hair, and the only empty seat in class next to… 

Grayson. Bailey. Dolan. 


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She stood with her back against a faded old tree, colors of green covering her body like a shield as she hid, breath heavy. She could just make out the edge of a white wooden home, looking cozy with its bushes and chimney’s producing smoke, the orange glow of a sunset settling over the family home. She stuck her head out once, making sure the coast was clear before she tiptoed towards the house, Kai’s freshly washed grey jacket in her trembling hands. She was almost at the front door when she was thrown to the side of the house, Kai’s strong grip pinning her to the side wall of the house, eyebrow arched as he raised a finger to her lips.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed under his breath. “How did you find me?”

She raised the crumpled jacket up and signalled at a white piece of fabric that stuck out the top. It had an “if lost call,” followed by his phone number, printed atop the tag in messy sharpie, making it almost too easy to track him down.

“Right, Papa Parker labelling my hand me downs like I’m a child.” Kai snatched his jacket from the girl’s hand, “Did you call my family?!”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “I did what I had to.”

No no no,” he panicked silently, “what did you say?!”

“I told them the truth; that I wanted to return their son’s sweater.”

“Oh my god,” he sighed, rubbing at his temples with agitation. “My parents are going to know something’s up.”

“Why’s that?”

“Nobody ever calls for me,” he laughed bitterly, “I don’t have anyone who would care enough to think of me so much as think of me twice.”

“Well I did,” she snapped, forcing the jacket against Kai’s chest, her nostrils flaring.

He looked down at her, much more than a pretty face, that bravery and stubbornness a good look on her.

“You were just going to walk right up to the front door and announce yourself, weren’t you?” he shook his head with a chuckle.

She nodded, to which he gave a long pause, chewing at his lower lip before grabbing both of her hands in his. His soft fingers gently laced through her own, palms pressed gently together as he whispered a soft incantation, blinking through his long eyelashes when he was done.

“What just happened?” she asked quietly.

“We’re invisible,” he said as if it was no big deal. “And since you clearly won’t give up on leaving me alone, than I’m going to have to keep you safe.”

He could’ve kept her invisible without holding on to her longer, but he liked the feeling, and she didn’t know better, so he held on the whole way into the house and up the rickety wooden stairs, the feeling sending waves of comfort through his skin. On the way up, they passed two small children, who sang happily while dancing through the corridors, freezing in their tracks and ducking behind a wall with when they saw Kai approaching, which didn’t seem to phase him one bit. Finally, they reached his room, the smallest in the house, empty aside from a small bed in the middle, no family photos strung around like in the bustling corridors outside. Kai quietly locked his door, turning to press his back into it with relief while releasing the girl’s hands.

She stood there, staring him down, fingers twirling at a loose piece of fabric on her minty green dress. When she didn’t say anything, Kai asked, “why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you,” she admitted with no hesitation. “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

That stirred something within Kai’s cold chest, his heart fluttering at her words, “why?”

“You tried to push me away the other night, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I saw you, it couldn’t be,” she rambled, her cheeks blushing furiously. “I-I don’t know, something about you just seems to draw me back,” she stammered.

He raised a brow, shaking his head in disbelief, “I guess we’re both testing ourselves then. I didn’t think you’d find me, for your own sake, but a part of me…” he trailed off, heading to a small side table by his bed. Kai reached in and pulled out a shining silver ring, diamond-less and plain, but beautiful nonetheless.

“I made you this,” he said, lifting the ring up so it glinted under his bedroom lights. “It’s kind of like an apology, for melting off your other one.”

“Oh,” the girl smiled, outstretching a hand, “thanks, Malachai.”

Hearing his own name was still so weird to him, he thought as he slid the ring down her finger, a perfect fit. His hand on hers, he lifted his bright blue eyes to the girl’s, instantly pulling away to escape the tension.

“So,” the girl smiled, “does this mean you’ll let me be your friend now?”

“Friend?” he uttered, the word foreign to him, “y-yeah, sure.”

They were interrupted by the noise of chatter and clattering silverware from down below. 

“Do you need to go eat now?” she asked, sad to go so soon.

“Uh, heh, no,” he said, walking around her and sinking down onto his scratchy old sheets. “I’m kind of not invited,” he said. “I mean, sometimes I go, but then it’s just silent, awkward, you know.”

“Why?” she asked with a frown, plopping down beside Kai.

“Well, even though I wouldn’t siphon any of them, that doesn’t mean they don’t think I’ll try, or that I’m just some black thundercloud of death,” he joked seriously.

“So, do you eat?”she pressed on.

“I sneak down when I can, but I always get in trouble if I get caught.”

“A lot of trouble?” the girl whispered, eyes falling down to the fresh bruises on Kai’s skin.

This time he didn’t pull away, he simply froze as she brought her fingers up, eyes lifting to his for permission. Kai gave a nod, to which the girl began to gently trace her fingers over his sore skin, her touch like a drug, sending a relief like electricity through the heretic’s skin. His eyes fluttered closed as he drowned in her flowery scent and the feeling of her skin to his. She trailed her hand right up to the edge of his sleeve before drawing back, not daring to go further. When he blinked his eyes open again, she was sat still, looking at him as if he were as fragile as glass.

“Thanks,” he said, not really knowing what else to say.

She laughed softly, “why thank me?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “for being here.”

She smiled with embarrassment, “so, uh, can you tell me more about your ‘coven,’ or magic, or whatever?” she asked to divert the topic.

“It’s not just our coven,” he said, glad to talk about something that didn’t make his emotions fly all over the place. “There are other’s too. And there’s more than witches as well. I’m not sure in the whole werewolf thing, that seems a bit farfetched to be honest, but vampires-”

“Vampires?!” she gasped in shock.

“Yeah,” he smiled at her reaction, “and, don’t tell my dad, but I even have some of their blood.”

She sat in shock as Kai protruded a vial filled with red liquid from his pocket, lifting up the ruby red substance so she could see.

“How-what?!” the girl asked.

“My dad stashed some away, and I don’t know why but I also have no intentions of asking. But I do know our family has got into some sticky situations with the vampires, they’re not our friends, so I’m guessing it has something to do with that.”

“Why would he have a problem with them?” she inquired, intrigue written across her features. 

“Witches and vampires don’t get along,” he said, “but I did some research on them from some of our coven’s journal’s, and it’s been like than since forever.”

“Wow,” she gasped in awe, “that’s so…cool, strange, I don’t know?!”

“Here,” Kai said, handing the girl the vial, “good luck charm.”

Kai fumbled around for some loose black string, sliding it through the cork’s vial and bending forward to tie it around the girl’s neck. He tried to keep his eyes anywhere but those eyes as he fumbled around her exposed flesh, drawing back quickly when he was done.

“I don’t know, apparently if you drink that stuff and die with it in your system, you become a vampire. But again, don’t hold me to that.”

“That sounds amazing,” she smiled, fidgeting with the vial.

“But don’t,” he warned, serious now, “seriously.”

“I won’t,” she promised, locking her pinky around Kai’s, “good luck only.”

He smiled, genuinely, for the first time in a long time, certain for sure that he was the lucky one. 

Jax Request,

Can you please write something for Jax, really fluffy or even with some smut.

Love Game


I was not very good at spending that much time on the club, I’d rather be home reading a book or doing some job with a nice cup of tea than be partying all night in between crow eaters and drunk outlaws playing games and hitting each other and that’s the reason why I stayed here tonight but at some point all the insecurities I tried my best to hide were floating around, all those skinny crow eaters dancing around my man without supervision with their short shorts and push up bras made me sick so I put on a white shirt and a black jacket before heading out.

As I arrived Irma was at the door looking at me like if I was the trash in the room and not her, she moved her fake nails in front of my face and I stopped with a scowl trying not to hit her any minute now.

“Your old man is being taken good care off, you can’t go back to reading the bible or whatever you librarian rat do” she said which made me fume, I pushed her off the way and walked inside the club.

It did not take me long to see Jax with a beer in his hand talking to Chibs and Bobby, three crow eaters dancing in front of them and reaching up for them. A blonde one touching with her skanky hands Jax’s leg, I saw him shrug her off and I smile at him from the other side of the room but it still annoyed me the fact that he didn’t tell them to go away, someone approached me at the bar and I saw Tig from the corner of my eye.

“What’s got your panties on a twist, sunshine?” he said and I gave him the middle finger “Easy, tiger he ain’t interested. Don’t you see?” he said and I scoffed something that weirdly made him smile “I have a deal for you and I get to have some fun” which made me rise my eyebrows at him “I won’t touch you more than necessary, just enough to make your old man jealous, put his attention back on the pretty thing he’s missing out”


“You know he’s your President right?” I said and he laughed


“I love pissing them off, deal princess?” he said and I smiled.

“You’re a sick man Tig, but I’m up. Just get me a drink first” I said winking at him for a second.

It was fun to play around with Tig he made the most awful jokes in the world, he was overall very fun to be around and I had almost forgotten about what we were doing when I heard the sound of people moving on the back, Tig pulled my chair closer.

“He’s coming, babe and I still haven’t a thing” he said before taking me from the neck and crushing me against his neck. “Hi, pres” he said in a cheery tone and I immediately pushed him off of me to look at Jax. His blue eyes were filled with fire and I could see a tiny smirk on his face.


“Hi, darlin’” he said with his thick accent “I was not expecting you to come, why didn’t you come to me?” he said and I just looked at him perplexed.

“We were having some fun, messin’ around” said Tig which caused Jax to smile big, two seconds later he hit Tig right in the face which caused me to gasp out loud.

“JACKSON” I screamed and Tig laughed while holding his jaw.

“C’mere” he said while reaching his hand at me and I took her not before smiling at Tig as sorry.

Jax walked us through the crowd taking us to his room on the back, he opened the door quickly and closed it with a kick quickly hovering over me. “What were you doing, baby?” he said looking at me with a wolf like smile “Trying to get me all mad and jealous, weren’t you?” he said before taking my jacket off with a quick movement “with one of my brothers, bad bad girl” he said, with one hand taking both off my hands out of the way to start touching me under my blouse. I whined at his touch and he laughed on my ear. “You like that, baby. Use your words” he said.

“Yeah, oh god” I said when he moved my bra out of the way to start touching my sensitive skin before moving to the nipple “Jax, please”

“Please, what YN?” he said kissing my neck and collarbones without stopping touching my upper part.

“I need you, Jax” I said, he let go off me to take off the button of my jeans and slide them off my legs “Too much clothing around here” I said throwing his SAMCRO shirt away and quickly undoing his belt, in no time we were both in bed panting at all the kisses and touches being shared. He pulled my legs up on his sides and started thrusting slowly but that didn’t last long Jax liked it rough and it did not take him long to start pounding. “Oh Jackson” I moaned when he increased the pace once more.

We both came together not long after that, him kissing me deeply and roughly through that time. “Never pull that shit on me again” he said with a growl in my ear “I don’t do jealousy” he said and I smirked at him, he put his arm over me “I love you babe” he said and I kissed him softly

“If the sex is that good, I’ll do it more” I said and he wickedly smiled at me before putting himself on top of me once again.

I’m sorry this is kind of wacky, if you want me to do something better please feel free to message me and I’ll write another one for you. Thank you all for reading

Title: Sleepless in the City
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: Still with Meachum reader because it’s my favorite.

“Whatever you do,” Hogarth said to Danny, tossing him the keys to his new apartment. “Try not to completely trash the place.”

Danny caught them with ease, staring down at them before smiling at her. “Of course not, I’ll take care of it.”

“You’d better,” She said, pulling out her phone and glancing at the time. “I should head out, it’s getting late. And you,” She pointed at him and told him in a distinctly motherly tone. “Should get some sleep, you’ve had a stressful week.”

Danny nodded, slightly waving to her until he heard the door shut. He casted his gaze all around the room, suddenly feeling very small in the huge apartment.

The tall windows showed off all of the city surrounding the building, neon lights streamed into the room and seemed to saturate all of the white furniture in bright colors whenever he turned off all the lights.

Danny placed his keys in his pocket, knowing he’d lose them if he put them anywhere else. Like the rest of the apartment, everything was decorated in a series of black and white furniture and a tall window at the one side.

He kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed, noticing how soft the sheets were and how the mattress sunk under his weight. After years of sleeping on a straw matt on a stone floor, this felt pretty great.

However, no matter what he did, Danny couldn’t get comfortable. He switched his position every five minutes and tossed and turned relentlessly. The city noise was something he had trouble getting used again. Everything just seemed so loud.

Danny fell back onto the pillow and sighed, turning his head to gaze out the window. He stayed like that for a minute or two before reaching out to grab his phone, another thing Hogarth had given him.

There were only two numbers in it. Hogarth’s and your’s.

You told him where to find Hogarth and helped in convincing her of Danny’s identity. After you knew he was in capable hands you decided to let them have space to strategize, but left Danny your number in case he needed anything.

Danny started at your name above the number before pressing the call button and holding it up to his ear.

It rang a couple times, and he worried it might have been too late to call, but it went away the instant you picked up the phone.

He sat up, smiling whenever you said hello. “Hi! It’s Danny.”

There was a bit of a shuffling noise. “Danny! How are things on your end?”

“Great, Hogarth got me a place to stay. It’s really nice but I don’t think you’d like it.”

“Really? How come?”

“It’s a ‘monochrome nightmare’ in your own words.”

There was a dramatic groan on your end and Danny found himself chuckling softly. “That’s a shame, I’ll have to stop by sometime and throw paint on your furniture to liven the place up.”

“Hogarth would never let me hear the end of it,” Danny said, dropping one of his hands to fiddle with one of the white blankets on his bed. “But I don’t think I would mind.”

There was a short pause before he decided to go on. “I’m sorry I called so late, but I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over? Just for a bit?”

He heard you make a short ‘Hmm’ noise.

“Yeah, I suppose I can fit you into my very busy schedule,” You said in a serious tone before breaking into a laugh. “Just lemme know where you are and I’ll be there.”

Danny felt his face become warm whenever you told him that, and it was slightly embarrassing considering that it was just a simple statement, but it caught him off guard nonetheless.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I can text it to you. I’ll unlock the door.”

You stepped into the apartment, slightly whistling when you saw how huge the place was. But it was short lived when you saw the decor, Danny was right. Total monochrome nightmare.

“Danny?” You called out, setting your bag on the couch. “You here?”


You turned around and saw the steps, going up to his door and seeing that it was opened. Regardless, you knocked on it and looked inside.

Danny wasn’t on the bed though, he was sitting on a couple blankets right up against the window, his back facing you.

“What are you doing?” You said with a chuckle, coming up behind him and leaning down enough so you could mess with his hair.

Danny leaned his back to see he could see you and he smiled. “Hi, I couldn’t get comfy on the bed so I decided to improvise.”

You took a seat next to him and sighed as you looked at the view. “I’m a little jealous, this is pretty great you have here.”

“You know, you can come by whenever you want. It can be your view too,” Danny said, pulling the ring of keys from his pocket and taking one of them off. “I think this one’s the spare, but we can always test it out later.”

You looked down at the key. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that. You should keep it.”

He shook his head. “No, I want you to have it.” Danny took your hand and placed it into your palm and closed your fingers around it.

You smiled at him. “I guess I can keep it for now, but you can have it back anytime.” You placed it into your coat pocket.

The two of your stayed up and chatted about random things, asking each other questions since it had been so much time had passed.

You were laughing at a silly story Danny was telling when you glanced down at your phone and saw the time, it was well into the early morning.

“Oh jeez, I should probably get going,” You said, putting away your phone. “It’s super late and you probably want some sleep.”

You were about to stand when Danny gently tugged on your wrist to make you stop. “Actually, I uh, called you over because being in this huge place alone made me feel uncomfortable. But you made it better, so I wanted to ask if you would mind staying? Just for tonight?”

You gave him a soft smile, reaching out and ruffling his curls. The transition from a himalayan monastery to a cushy New York City apart was quite the shift for him. “I don’t see why not.”

Danny gave you a big grin and pulled you into a hug. “Thank you, you didn’t have come all the way here in the middle of the night to make me feel better, but you did.”

You placed your arms around him and kissed his shoulder. “After all you’ve been through, it’s the least I can do.”

Unfaithful : Part Seven

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife



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Warnings : language

/ minor smut

Previous chapters :


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You stood in front of the mirror, nervously checking your looks . You were getting ready to accompany Negan, Lucille and Jack to the club. Jack was already downstairs waiting for you .
“Come on ! You look just gorgeous y/n!” Lucille blurted .

You twisted yourself to see your reflection from behind.

“I don’t know Lucille, it’s. ..a little tight and short!!! It hardly can cover my… breasts!” You knitted your eyebrows and huffed.
You weren’t so sure about wearing the dress that Lucille gave you, she actually gave you the whole outfit, the black tight dress with spaghetti straps, matching high heels and small bag.
She also gave you golden earings, index ring and a necklace . Lucille did your hair and make up even the fragrance was hers, she was so skilled you didn’t recognize yourself in the beginning, to be completely honest, she made a beauty queen out of you but somehow you felt uncomfortable. You tried to stretch the hem of your dress to make it cover your thighs , but your attempts to look modest failed.

“Are you serious? You look hot and attractive , you want to ruin that??” Lucille chuckled and grabbed your hand leading you out of your room.

“Come on ,the boys are sick waiting! ” she added.
You followed her, struggling not to fall , walking with the high heels was so damn difficult! So you took your time going down stairs. But to be fair, high heels shaped your ass perfectly.

“Ta Da! ” Lucille said as she stepped inside the living room, both Negan and Jack stood up, you hesitated before you showed yourself from behind Lucille, and both men took in your appearance. You blushed when you noticed that their jaws literally dropped, they were actually drooling, with flames in their eyes as they scanned you from head to toe, and that made you flattered.
Negan cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure, his face twisted to a scowl as he grabbed his keys and headed outside.

“Come on , let’s go!” He dryly mumbled as he opened the front door, he was suddenly feeling mad and tensed, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you wore that sexy tight dress for Jack! Not for him!!!

Negan got in his car, Lucille followed him and sat next to him on the passengers seat. He expected you and Jack to go with them , but instead Jack dragged you to his luxurious car, you didn’t have a choice but to get in his , after all , it was the perfect opportunity to avoid Negan even if it would last for few minutes.
Negan watched your reflection through the rearview mirror , as Jack held his car’s door open to you, you smiled at him and said “thank you”.
Negan tightly wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel and gritted his teeth.

“Uh.. what are you waiting for Negan! Let’s go!” Lucille’s voice brought him back to reality. He started the engine and followed Jack who passed him leading the way to the club.
Negan didn’t say a word the entire time, while Lucille kept talking about y/n and Jack , and about the possibilities of you settling down in Virginia, Lucille was very excited. Her words only echoed in Negan’s ears , but his didn’t hear much, he was just so focused on looking at you , in Jack ’s car , he only could see a little of your hair, and your lips sometimes you turn to Jack and exchange few words with him.

“Negan keep a little distance from Jack’s car! You’re too close! what if he hits the brakes!!!” Lucille said in a concerned tone.

“It’s fucking ok! ” Negan licked his lips and run his fingers in his hair .

The two cars pulled over in front of the club, Jack quickly opened the door for you, that didn’t go unnoticed by Lucille who mumbled.
“Awww , so sweet! What a gentleman! ”

Negan scoffed as he handed his keys to one of the parking valets, so did Jack who turned to Lucille and Negan .
“Hey, guys follow me!”

People were waiting in long rows to get inside the club but Jack headed directly to the big security guy, who immediately recognized him.
“Oh hey Jack!!”
“Hey Fat Tony!”
The two guys shook hands , then Fat Tony removed the barrier for the four of you, as he said to his colleague.
“VIPs passing through, open the door Micky!”
The man did as told and opened the door for you.

“ oh, Jack! We’re VIPs now?!” Lucille chuckled, she seemed impressed while Negan rolled his eyes, he knew that his cousin took you to this particular expensive and very popular club to impress you.

Once you stepped inside the club, a blond girl wearing a gray sexy dress came your way smiling.

“Hey Jack! I reserved the best spot in the club for you just like you asked! You’re gonna be happy! Follow me!”

You all followed her ,as she went upstairs then she stopped in front of white comfy couches and there was also a big coffee table. It was very well decorated and private.

“It’s all yours, what shall I get you?”

Jack and Negan ordered scotch, Lucille ordered martini and you ordered some virgin drink.

Negan’s eyes were fixated at you, where you were sitting next to Jack, whose knee was touching yours . Negan’s frustration and jealousy increased to the highest levels , you could his feel his gaze on you but you just avoided looking at him, you just prayed neither Lucille nor Jack would notice anything.
The girl came back with your drinks, Negan grabbed his quickly and gulped it!

“Jesus ! Negan you’re acting like an alcoholic! ” Lucille chuckled as she looked at him in disbelief .

“Hey, you wanna dance? ” Jack blurted as he leaned closer to you and placed his hand on your forearm, you nodded. All you wanted to do is try to keep your distance from Negan as much as possible. Jack gently pulled you to him and started dancing, you weren’t much of a good dancer but you swayed along with him while he placed his hands on your hips, his crotch almost touching you.
Negan watched you as his eyes darkened with anger and lust at the same time, he was deep in thought, how dare Jack to put his hands on you, on your hips, those hips that he gripped weeks ago and digged his nails in their soft skin while pumping his cock in and out of you. How dare you seductively sway them for another guy!! He never broke the eye contact with you, as he reached the peak of tension. it made you feel uncomfortable.
You whispered in Jack’s ear.
“If you excuse me I gotta go to the bathroom! ”
Jack nodded and before you leave , you made a gesture to Lucille as a sign that you’re going to freshen up, she nodded while Negan watched you heading downstairs.

“Neeegaaan!!! Hey! Wake up!!!” Lucille shouted in his ears, and shook his shoulder. “Let’s dance!!!” She yelled , she thought the loud music prevented him from hearing her.

“No! Not now, I gotta have a fucking smoke outside! ”
Negan got up and went downstairs where he found the girl who served you your drinks passing by, he grabbed her arm.

“Where are the facilities? ”
She pointed at big black door.
“Men’s are on your left, ladies room is on the right, cause women are always right!” She threw her head back laughing but she cut it out once Negan gave her a poisonous look, he let her arm and headed to the facilities, he pushed the ladies room door open, he didn’t care if there were women inside or not, he just couldn’t wait to talk to you. Luckily, it was almost empty, except for you and another girl who left the room when she saw Negan.
He locked the door to have some privacy , you were placing your hands on the sink, looking down and sharply inhaling, you didn’t notice him standing behind you.

“How dare you let him touch you!” He said in a calm dark tone.
You lifted your eyes quickly to the mirror, your eyes widened when you saw him behind you, so you turned around, your panic levels were rising, you gasped.

“What are you doing here, Negan!!”

Negan took a step closer and violently grabbed your arm.

“How fucking dare you fucking teasing me like that??? Wearing this tight ass dress for HIM????This fucking body is mine!! YOU are MINE!!!!” He growled then he pulled you to his chest, you tried to push him back but you couldn’t, actually you didn’t want to ! His dominant voice and possessive touch made you aroused and weak. He pressed you against the sink , and bucked his bulge into you. His lips traced across your neck, his hands roughly gripping at your ass, then he lifted one of your thighs up with one hand and the other one pulled your dress up and slid under your panties , he rubbed your clit and you couldn’t help but to let out a loud moan.
“Oh God!”

“I fucking missed touching this pussy, I wanna fucking taste it again !”

Negan knelt down in front of you , he spread between your legs and lifted both of your thighs to rest on his shoulders, you supported yourself by your elbows, while his face was pressed against your drenched pussy. He wasted no time, he pushed away the hem of your panties , wide enough to give him a good access to your pussy, his tongue quickly worked its way into your slick soaking folds, he groaned against them , the way his breath vibrated into you and his beard tickling your soft flesh ,sent you waves of pleasure . His nails were digging in your thighs, his mouth was doing miracles to you! The fact that Lucille and Jack were waiting for you upstairs was weirdly such a turn on. Negan sucked hard at your clit, and lapped at your juices , his mouth was roughly devouring every inch of your pussy.
Suddenly you heard knocking on the door.
“Hey is anybody there , please! ” it was a female voice, probably a customer who wants to use the toilet.
You panicked as you stared at the door.
“Negan… we .. stop!!” You breathed out.
“Not until you fucking cum!!! Fucking Ignore them!”
You looked down at him as you bit hard on your lip, you saw how serious he was , he was nipping and sucking as if it was a matter of life or death, his eyes were squeezed shut, and he was moaning against you.
The knocking stopped , but you figured that the girl probably went to fetch someone to unlock the door for her, you tried to focus again on the fact that your pussy is being eaten by Negan right now.
The lewd sound of his saliva and your juices being mixed together was so erotic, you felt your stomach burning.
Negan could feel your folds tightening.
“Give it to me baby, cum at my face doll! I’m fucking thirsty! !! Come on baby, fucking cum for Daddy!!! Yeah.. baby! ”

You threw your head back, and mewled. You grinded yourself on his face to feel more. You could feel your orgasm hitting and it hit hard! It was so intense ,you gathered your thighs together around Negan’s head, tugged hard at his hair and you screamed his name.

“Ahhhhh! Negan!”

You shivered while Negan continued licking your folds clean and take what you had to offer him. it was too much that your sensitive clit could take , while he hummed “mmmm fucking delicious ”.

“Please stop!” you moaned.
Negan complied , he let your legs down and when you wanted to fix your panties and dress you felt weak in the knees, you almost fell but Negan caught you just in time, he whispered in your ear.

“One day, I’ll make those trembling sexy legs of yours unable to fucking hold you for days!”

You felt chills running through your body, you looked in his dark eyes who moved between your eyes and lips and you could see how soft and loving they are, you wanted to take him there but you remembered that you already took a lot of time in the ladies room, probably Jack and Lucille are wondering where the two of you went. You got up on your own, you fixed you dress and hair, sprayed perfume on your neck then you just stormed out of there not saying a single word to Negan, what’s there to say?

Imagine - You are invited to Mikaelsons house warming party and Niklaus becomes fond of

When you received the elegant letter at your doorstep inviting you to a house warming party for the Mikaelssons’, a new family to Y/H/T, you couldn’t refuse. Nearly everyone in your town was invited, especially the founding families. You adorned your prettiest light purple body hugging dress, a pair of black heels, and priceless family jewels.

So far the party had been a blast. You had danced with a few people and talked with all the other founding families. You had met a couple of the Mikaelssons, two dark haired men, Elijah and Kol, and Rebekah. Elijah was the utmost gentleman but seemed very formal. Kol had a ever lingering air of mischief and a sly smirk to compliment. Rebekah was very nice and cheerful and her dress was drop dead gorgeous. Rebekah was the only Mikaelsson you maintained a conversation with, however laconic.

But one of the Mikaelsons couldn’t keep his eyes off you the whole evening. You kept catching him eyeing you from afar. He was incredibly handsome but you could sense something ominous about the way he looked at you, like he could just eat you up.

Brushing it off you grabbed a glass of bubbling golden champagne and sipped the rich and expensive liquor.

“We haven’t been introduced yet, I’m Klaus Mikaelson.” You jumped and almost spilt your beverage. Turning you met eyes with the man from before. He held out his hand for yours. “What’s your name, love?”

“I’m Y/N.” You said placing your hand in his. He lifted your hand and pressed his lips against the back of your palm. His stubble tickled the back of your hand and his lips were smooth.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His breath tickled. Klaus’s lips remained on your hand a couple seconds longer than casual, but in this day and time is a kiss on the back of your hand ever not an intimate gesture?

Klaus kept eye contact the whole time and smiled gleefully as he gently let your hand go. You studied his handsome features but you couldn’t get your mind off of the way he had been looking at you only a few moments prior. But what harm could a stranger, hosting such a ostentatious event, at their mansion with their family, intend you? But your gut feeling never led you astray, and you aren’t about to ditch your instinct because of a man with manners and a handsome smile.

“The pleasure is all mine.” You held his burning gaze. His eyes were a aqua and grey blue and were magnificent.

“Would you like to dance, love?” One corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk that revealed one of his dimples.

“It is a party after all.” You replied and took his arm and he led you to the dance floor as the music slowed to a more mellow melody.

Despite your caution while in his presence you couldn’t hold back the blush that blossomed across your cheeks when he laid one hand across the small of your back and continued to compliment you.

“That dress is magnificent, Love, You look absolutely stunning.” The way he looked into your eyes made it seem like he was trying to know your whole being in the short span of the song.

“Thank you. You look quite handsome, Klaus.” The conversation paused while Klaus spun you. “Now tell me more about you, mysterious new-comer.”

“There isn’t much to tell,” he smiled. “My family and I moved here and reunited. And what about you, love? Anything intriguing about you?”

“I’m a college student, my major is indeterminate. I’m just trying to figure out what I really want to devote myself to but I haven’t really found anything. Life is too short to be stuck daily hating what I’m doing just for money, you know?” Klaus looked at you in agreement.

“I couldn’t agree more, love. So far what has interested you most?"Klaus said off-handedly before lowering you into a dip. Klaus was liking you more and more by the minute.

"I think psychology has been the most intriguing, but it’s not something I see myself enjoying day to day. It’s fun to learn how emotions affect people and how different people react and how it’s all just a big chain reaction of chemical surges in our brains. It explains a lot though. Once you learn this type of material you can’t really unlearn it. It’s fun to meet people and become some form psychic on what their going to do.” The song came to an end and Klaus led you off the dance floor.

The night was long and you had happily spent most of it with Klaus. Apparently his full name is Niklaus Mikaelsson. He has three brothers and a sister, his dad had passed. You and Klaus danced many more times and his charm won you over. Klaus grew on you.

When you finally arrived home you removed your now painful heels, peeling off your dress and showered. Now dried and in comfy pajamas you walked into your room. There on your open window sill lay a small white card with script: “To Y/N~”. You opened the card and read it.

“Y/N, I had a fantastic evening all thanks to you. I would love to get to know you even better. You can come be my psychic, love.
~ Klaus”

You went to bed but you couldn’t stop smiling at the thought of seeing Klaus again.

Little One

Word count: 5,378

Warning: smut

 PART 2 (PART 1)

A thump noise of doors closing has echoed through the hallway as you immediately knew that Kai has finally arrived. You placed a knife gently on the kitchen counter and wiped your wet hands on apron, drying them up. Kai walked into the kitchen with a pink rose bouquette, with a big smile on his face. It took him a few big step to get close to you and place a gentle kiss on your cheek while placing the flowers down on the counter next to you.

‘Evening, beautiful.’ Kai said and tucked a small lock of hair behind you ear, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, making you lean on his hand a little bit, his touch feeling so soft and exactly what you had been longing for at that moment.

'Evening.’ You murmured and pulled him closer by grabbing his shirt and holding it tightly with your hand. You leaned in and brushed your nose against Kai’s, his hot breath tickling your lips. You smiled and swiftly licked his lips with your tongue, earning a quiet moan from him.

'Um, where’s-’

'With her grandma.’ You muttered and pecked his lips, the feeling of their softness and a trace of chocolate only making you more eager to kiss him properly.

'So we’re all alone?’ He asked and couldn’t help but smile, his hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, even though it was impossible because of how close his body was to your body. You bit your lip and nodded, his eyes piercing into yours, looking bluer than they had ever before.

'All alone.’ You whispered and ran your fingers through his hair, tugging at the tips on the back of his head.

'Do you think that maybe we can… you know.. work on what we talked about?’ He asked you, your eyes going wide a bit as you realized that he had been serious about making a baby with you. He really wanted to start a family with you, to have a smaller version of him walking around the house, maybe a little siphon who could learn everything from Kai.

'You really want to make a baby with me?’ Curiousity was more obvious in your voice than you had wanted, but it definitely wasn’t something Kai was focusing on. He was focusing on showing how serious he was about it and how much he actually wanted it.

'I want everything with you. A baby. I want us to be a family and I know that you are the right person for me.’ He trailed off, your heart skipping a beat when he let those words fall out so beautifully and with so much love. 'To show you how serious I am about us, I- I want to do it the proper way. I want it to be special.’ He uttered and then pulled a black silky ribbon out of his pocket and brought it closer to your face, tying it around your head, covering up your eyes. Your heart started beating faster because you knew that this night would be the most special night of your life, the night you would remember forever. He took off your apron, folding it neatly and placing it on the kitchen counter.

'Do you trust me?’ He whispered, his lips pressed against you ear.

'Always.’ A slight chuckle left Kai’s body and then he took you by the hand and carefully led you around the house. As soon as a slight breeze hit your face, you knew you were in the garden. You laughed a little bit and walked slower than you have ever before but not long after that, you stopped and felt Kai’s hands leaving your side, letting you to stand alone.

'Kai? Are you still here?’ You chuckled and reached out your hands, hoping you would get a hold of him but there was no one there.

'Still here. Just making sure that everything is perfectly set up.’ He said, your brows furrowing in confussion. You couldn’t hold the excitement and curiousity anymore and were dying to see what Kai has prepared for you.

'Set up for what?’

'Don’t be impatient. Just a second and- there. You can take off the ribbon.’ You reached behind your head and untied the black ribbon, letting it fall down on the floor and when you saw what was in front of you, you felt as if you were going to fall down as well. Breath hitched in your throat and your heart started beating rapidly, dizziness spreading through your head and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Small candles were placed all around the garden, surrounding you both, a small path made out of the candles from the doors to where Kai was standing. White lights were shining down on you, making the night without stars somehow more romantic and magical that stars could never do, red roses placed neatly in small bowls, laying down on the grass. You covered your mouth with your hand, for some reason, tears had started forming in your eyes, but it even got worse when Kai knelt down on one knee, holding a small black box in his hands.

'Kai..’ you whispered, barely managing to utter his name, let alone something else. A single tear rolled down your cheek, your knees suddenly feeling like jello and as if your body was about to give up on you. Kai opened up a small box as you had a perfect view of the ring. Silver ring with an oval diamond, the lights hanging off the tree reflecting it perfectly, showing how beautiful it was. Tiny rose gold diamonds surrounding the oval one, giving it a beautiful and complexed, yet very unique and simple finish that took your breath away.

'I’ve known you for a really long time now. We’ve been through a lot, the bad and the good, ended up being seperated a few times and somehow we have always managed to find our ways back to each other, as if we were meant to be. If someone had told me two years ago that I would be kneeling in front of the most beautiful girl in the world with a ring in my hands, I would laugh at them and tell them they’re crazy. Because- I have never thought that I would get a chance for a normal life again, I thought I would never find someone who could love me and someone I could love more than my own life, someone I would do anything to keep them happy everyday. And then, I met you. A simple, yet special and like no other girl, who took my heart and made me fall in love with her. I can’t imagine not having you in my life. You are my strenght and my weakness and a day without you is a complete torture for me. I will love you forever and I will make sure that you have the most amazing life with me because that’s where I want to be. Next to you. Every single day. And that’s why, I’m asking you, will you do me an extraodinary honor and marry me?’ Kai trailed off and you couldn’t suppress the tears anymore. They were falling down your cheeks, but they were happy tears. You were overwhelmed by happiness and were completely lost for words even though you knew what your answer would be when you first laid eyes on Kai, kneeling in front of you.

'Yes. Yes, yes! A million times yes!’ You shouted and threw yourself into Kai’s arms, not caring if anyone from your neighbours have heard you shouting. At that moment, you were the happiest girl alive and somehow, deep down, you had always known that you and Kai would be together for a very long time. Kai picked you up and spun you around, planting dozens of kisses all over your face, unable to hide how happy he was and you couldn’t describe how happy you felt as well. It was a feeling that you had never even thought you would get to experience and you felt as if your body would explode from happiness and your love for Kai. You fell in love with him all over again, even though you have been falling in love with him more and more every single day you had spent with him.
He let you down on your feet, but his arms were still wrapped around your body, a big smile still illuminating on his face, your tear falling down again. They were happy tears and all the built up emotions you had been holding in, flooded to the surface and you had finally realized how lucky you were to find such a perfect guy as Malachai Parker. His thumb caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away. His gentle hands cupped your face as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.

'I can’t tell you how happy I am right now. You had made my biggest wish come true. I was scared that- that you might say no. I was nervous the entire day.’ Kai spoke up and looked nervous or scared even, as if you were going to change your mind about the answer you had given him. You smiled for a split second and ran your fingers through his hair that felt so silky and soft under your touch.

'You have won me over with just being here with me.’

'The ring and all off this is just icing on the cake.’ Kai said, making you laugh, but even when you stopped laughing, his eyes were still focused on you, admiring your face and how beautiful you looked under the soft lights and moonlight. 'I love you.’

'I love you too. So much. My heart aches because of how much I love you, but somehow, that is exactly what I need to feel alive.’ He hadn’t said a word. He just smiled and then walked over to a small basket placed on the ground, taking out two glasses and pouring you and him some champagne, dropping a nice red strawberry to the bottom of the glass before giving it to you. You took a sip and for some reason, you had gotten nervous.

'So, what we were talking about before. Do you still- um- want to?’ No further explaination was needed. You knew he was talking about making a baby with you and it made your breath hitch, including the lump in your throat that for some reason didn’t let you breathe properly.

'Really? You’re ready?’ He stepped closer, his hand finding it’s way to your back, pulling you close to his body as he planted a kiss on your neck, making you throw your head back.

'Ready as I’ll ever be. I’m ready for this and as much as I hate to share, I’m ready to share you with our kid, who will be just as beautiful as his mom.’

'So, it will be a boy?’ You furrowed your bows and chuckled.

'We’ll see.’ He kissed your neck in the way only he knew and the spot he needed to touch, which you felt all the way down there. You bit your lip and closed your eyes, trying to suppress your moans.

'Should we- um- take this to our room?’ You breathed out, your eyes meeting Kai’s. He chuckled and nodded before taking your glass and placed it on the grass next to his glass. You swallowed hard when he picked you up swiftly, carrying you into the house and to your shared room, closing the doors with his foot.

'Is this really necessary?’ You asked him, his eyebrows furrowing as if you had just asked him the most impossible question that has ever existed in the world. He still kept quiet as he put you down and turned on a lamp that was placed on a beautiful antique nightstand, lighting up the room just enough so he could see your face. You traced your fingers over the drawers and sighed heavily. You felt as if you had just agreed on sleeping with Kai for the first time ever. You have never been this nervous in your life and were kind of scared. You got lost in your mind but quickly snapped out of if when you felt Kai’s hands on your waist, hugging your from behind while his lips found your sweet spot on your neck, making you close your eyes.

'You’re nervous?’ He whispered and waited for your response, but you just nodded, as if you were scared to say it out loud. 'We don’t have to do it now. There’s so much time for us to-’ you cut him off by placing a swift kiss on his lips, all the nervousness suddenly leaving your body.

'I want this. I want you. So, please, Kai. Make love to me.’ You trailed off and it didn’t take him long to pull you in for a deep and passionate kiss, his hands sliding into your back pockets, grabbing your ass tightly and then press his crotch against you. You tugged at his shirt before you slipped your hands under it, tracing your fingers over his toned torso. He tugged at your bottom lip a bit before he pulled away just enough to give you space to take his shirt off. You threw it down on the floor and it didn’t take him long enough to kiss you again, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your shirt, button by button and it felt like torture. He was doing everything so slowly, and it was driving you crazy. He reached the last button and unbuttoned it, spreading your shirt just enough to get a good look on your black bra that fitted you perfectly. He pushed your shirt down, sliding perfectly down your arm and falling down on the floor. He reached behind you and unhooked your bra, your boobs completely exposed to him and his touch.

'Beautiful.’ He cupped your one boob and squeezed it gently, twisting your nipple carefully between two fingers, feeling it getting harder under his touch. “You always respond so nicely to my touch.’ His hand left your boob as he slowly traced his fingers down your stomach until he reached the button on your jeans. He unbuttoned them, pushing his hand inside your underwear and touched you just where you wanted him. 'I like it.’ He pushed one finger inside you and curled it around, the way you closed your eyes and threw your head back at the feeling making him hard. Just when you started moaning quietly, he took his finger out of you and when you wanted to protest as to why he has done that, he pressed his fingers on your clit, breath hitching in your throat. He started making slow figure eights on your clit, his mouth opening slightly, his member getting harder as each second passed, dying to feel how perfectly your walls felt around him. He sped up, his movements getting a bit rougher than before, and everytime he pressed harder, a loud moan escaped your mouth. You kept pushing your hips forward, wanting to make more friction as you felt yourself getting closer to your release. You grabbed onto the table behind you so hard that your knuckles had turned white, your walls slightly clenching.

'Kai…’ you moaned out, Kai’s eyes strongly focused on you, watching your every move and how perfectly you responded to his marvelous touch. 'Oh god.’ Your walls clenched even more and just as your orgasm started approaching, Kai’s fingers left your body and you were back where you were at the begining. The feeling started fading away, but your frustration was getting more and more obvious. Kai showed you a mischevious smile and planted a soft kiss on one of your boobs before he licked his fingers and made a popping sound when his fingers left his mouth, devouring them as if your arousal was his favourite dessert. He pushed your jeans down your legs and took them off, followed by panties that matched your bra perfectly. You were standing naked in front of him, hungry for his body and hungry for his touch. He placed his hands on your boobs, feeling your nipples, but not for long. He traced his fingers down your stomach as he went lower and lower until he reached your ankle, blowing slightly on your heat, making your breath hitch. He smiled again, his eyes a darker shade of blue, filled with lust.

'Jump.’ He ordered and you obliged, jumping onto the table behind you. His hands pushed your legs further apart, exposing your heat to him. He pulled you a little bit closer before he knelt down in front of you and burried his head inbetween your legs, his tongue poking your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside you, collecting your arousal. You intertwined your fingers with his hair as you felt his tongue massaging your clit slowly, pleasure taking over your body completely and just when you were least expecting it, he pushed two fingers inside you and started curling them around. His tongue matched the movements his fingers were doing and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back for too long when you felt your orgasm slowly approaching.

'Please, don’t s-stop.’ You stuttered and leaned against the wall as Kai started sucking on your clit, almost a scream escaping your mouth as your orgasm tore through your entire body, shaking under Kai’s touch. When you came down from your high, he pulled out his fingers out of you and licked them clean again.

'I can’t wait to show you how much I want this.’ He murmured and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his lenght springing free, hitting his stomach as your eyes went wide at his size. You reached out your hand, wanting to touch him, but he slapped it away and wrapped his own hand around his member. He started pumping it in front of you, the sight of it making you bite your lip. He circled around his tip with his thumb, collecting his pre-cum and bringing it up to your mouth to taste him. He picked you up and carried to the bed, placing you down slowly. He couldn’t help but stare at you, as if he was memorizing every square inch of your naked body.

'What?’ You chuckled.

'Nothing, just admiring how freaking perfect you look naked.’ He said and climbed on top of you, his arms on each side of your body, supporting his weight.

'Stop it.’ You chuckled and hit his arm playfully, your faces going serious shorter after that. You swallowed hard and combed Kai’s hair with your fingers, admiring how beautiful he looked under the dimmed lights.

'Ready?’ You nodded and reached between your bodies to get ahold of Kai’s member. You pumped him a few times before leading him to your entrance, pushing only his tip in. 'I love you.’

'I love you too.’ You whispered and then felt Kai slowly pushing his thick shaft into you, streching you out just the way you loved it. Your skin was on fire and you felt as if you were going to explode. Every Kai’s touch almost hurt because of how sensitive your skin was. His mouth formed a perfect o shape when he entered you completely, your tight walls perfectly wrapped around him. He refused to move until he was sure that you had ajusted to his size, but no words were needed when you bucked your hips up and on purposely clenched around him, a quiet moan escaping his mouth, but even after that, he kept still.

'Please, Kai, move.’ You muttered, tracing invisible patterns with your fingers on his back and lifting your hips up at the same time, your legs wrapping around his body. He smiled and slowly pulled out, not even a second after that, he pushed in again, filling you up completely. You threw your head back in pleaure as Kai hit your spot each time he went in. He pressed his forehead on yours, his blue eyes deeply piercing into yours while his hips kept thrusting into you, changing their pace between fast and slow.

'Shit, Kai!’ You moaned out and lifted your head up, just enough to reach his shoulder as you bit on it slightly, but even that didn’t help with your loud moans. Kai had always known how to make you go crazy, he knew your body just as good as you did. For a second, you had forgotten about everything around you. It was just you and Kai, doing something you have been longing for and it was finally happening.
He lifted your hips up, his hands supporting you as he found a knew angle to thrust in. He went all the way in, as deep as he could, his thrusts not so slow anymore. He felt how your walls clenched around him, as he knew that you were close to yet another release. He focused on hitting your spot constantly, his hips relentlessly slamming into you, only moans and skin on skin sound echoing through the bedroom.

'Kai, I’m- I’m c-lose’ you stuttered, barely finding the strenght to speak up, a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach getting more and more evident.

'Me too.’ He reached for your clit and started rubbing it in rough figure eights, wanting you to finish again before him.

'Fuck.’ You screamed out and started shaking, your second orgasm tearing through your body, even making you a little bit dizzy. As your wall clenched tightly around Kai’s thick shaft, it triggered his orgasm as he came inside you in short spurts, riding out your and his orgasm completely. He collapsed on top of you, his head pressed against your chest, listening how your fast heartbeat started slowing down. He pulled out of you and laid beside you, covering you both with a blanket, pulling you into his arms.

'I have a feeling we made a baby tonight.’ Kai said, making you chuckle. You had never imagined that Kai would be the one who wanted a baby so much. You had always thought that it would be you, but somehow, it was completely opposite.

'Maybe we did.’ He kissed your forehead and hugged you even tighter as you couldn’t hide a huge smile on your face for the rest of the night.

9 months and one week have passed and you still haven’t delivered the baby. It was getting tougher for you to do anything because you couldn’t even see your feet from your big belly and everything that required working under your belly, was something Kai took over, massaging your feet was the main thing he did every single day, multiple times. He helped you with everything, took over cooking and cleaning while you relaxed on a nice deck chair with a book in your hands and a glass of fresh orange juice next to you on a small table. You have almost finished your 9th book. Even though you didn’t like reading that much before, you certainly read a bunch of them in those nine months. You took a sip of your freshly squeezed orange juice and took a small piece of blueberry pancakes. They were delicious, like everything else Kai had made you.

'Enjoying the sun?’ Kai walked out of the house and into the garden, placing a kiss on the top of your head and rubbed your shoulders a little bit before he sat down next to you, a smile flashing on his face.

'Mhm’ you murmured and tried to focus on your book, unsure if you even heard Kai’s question properly.

'How are you feeling?’ Kai asked and you finally lifted your gaze from the book and looked at him, showing him a big smile as you exhaled deeply. The moment he saw you smiling, he couldn’t help but smile as well, his now beautiful wife, looking more beautiful than ever with a baby on the way.

'Tired. If only this baby could finally get out.’ You said, Kai’s chuckle sounding like music to your ears. He got up and knelt down beside you, placing his hands on your belly and planted a gentle kiss.

'Hey, little one. I know you like it in there, but I think it’s time you get out and meet your parents. I think you might like it out here more than you love it in there. We don’t want mommy to get too tired, she deserves some rest after carrying you and taking care of you for nine months.’ Kai trailed off, his fingers carresing your belly, drawing invisible patterns on it. You smiled at his words, your heart melting at how sweet and carrying he was. It only made you realize how much you love him and how happy you are to have him as your husband and as the future father of your child. You reached out your hand and ran your fingers through his hair before gently pressing your palm on his cheek, making Kai lean on it, your gentle touch calming him down a little bit.

'If you keep talking to the baby like that, maybe she will listen to you. Or he. Soon we will know. As long as it’s healthy, doesn’t matter the gender.’

'You are going to be an amazing mother. I know it.’ Kai said and leaned in to kiss your lips, but before he could press his lips onto yours, you quietly winced in pain, sudden pain kicking through your body.

'What is it? What’s happening?’ Kai wanted to do everything to help you. Seeing how you winced in pain, was not easy for him to watch. Your face went serious and you looked down, a wet spot appearing underneath you, which could have only meant one thing.

'My water just broke. It’s time, Kai.’ You trailed off and it took him some time to gather his thoughts and process the words that came out of your mouth. His smile got bigger and bigger as each second passed, happiness radiating through his body as he couldn’t contain the excitement. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply.

'Ok. We have everything packed. Clothes, baby stuff.’ He murmured and ran into the house as if he had forgotten about you. You slowly got up and sauntered into the house, looking for clean sweatpants. Kai appeared out of nowhere with full hands, probably picking up everything he landed his hands on. You couldn’t help but laugh, but also feel safer knowing everything was going as you and Kai had planned.

'And you.’ He stated, dropping everything down on the floor as he rushed towards you, helping you to change your sweatpants, acting a little bit too careful as if you were made out of glass.

'You ok?’

'Despite that I’m having some really painful contractions, I’m delighted.’ He chuckled and grabbed you by your arm, slowly leading you out of the house and into the car, making sure to put your seat belt on before he rushed into the house to get all of the stuff you needed.

Ride to the hospital was quiet, with occasional grunting coming from you, your contractions getting closer to one another. Kai’s gaze was strongly focused on the road, driving carefully but fast enough to get you there as soon as possible. As you were getting closer to the hospital, you were starting to get nervous and fear found its way into your body. Even though you have already been through that, you still thought that you couldn’t do it.

'Kai, I- I don’t think I can do this.’ You muttered, fear obvious in your voice, your heartbeat picking up its pace. You ran your fingers through your hair and not long after that, Kai parked the car in front of the hospital.

'Look at me-’

'No, I-’ he unfastened your seat belt along with his and cupped your face with both of his hands, his eyes locking with yours.

'Take a deep breath. You can do this. You are the strongest woman I have ever met and I know you can do this. I need you to be strong now, you can’t give up, ok?’ Kai trailed off, your breathing slowing down just as your heartbeat. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, as you felt your body slowly relaxing. You nodded and showed Kai a smile, his hand tucking a small lock of hair behind your ear.

He helped you out of the car and found your doctor who took you to your room. Your contractions were getting more and more frequent, but only after three hours they took you to a delivery room. Kai was beside you the entre time, his hand in your hand. At times you had squeezed his hand so hard that you had thought you would break it, but from the look of his face, he wasn’t paying much attention to it. He was making sure that you were ok, asking you all the time how you felt. It was starting to get annoying, but it felt nice to see how much Kai wanted to keep you safe, ready to do anything if something went wrong. You pushed one last time as hard as you could and after a few moments, baby’s crying echoed through the room.

'It’s a girl.’ The nurse said and placed her carefully on your arms, tears suddenly forming in your eyes. Your heart melted when she grabbed your finger with her tiny hand and squeezed it. She looked so small and fragile, yet she seemed stronger than ever. Her smile was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen in your life. You lifted your head up and looked at Kai who had the biggest smile on his face. He leaned down and kissed you, his thumb wiping away your tears off your cheeks.

'She looks exactly like you.’ Kai whispered, gently caressing the baby’s head. You couldn’t hide your smile and couldn’t suppress your tears anymore. 'What’s wrong?’ Kai asked, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

'Nothing, I’m- I can’t believe how lucky I am to have such a perfect life. I love you so much words can’t describe.’ Kai smiled and kissed you again, feeling exactly the same as you did and seeing the love of his life and his daughter made his heart melt and made it a bit warmer.


You opened your eyes and looked around, noticing you were in a different room, all the lights dimmed but your eyes focused on something else. Kai was standing in the middle of the room with the baby in his arms, swaying his body carefully.

'Hey, little one. I’m your dad. I will take care of you and will make sure you have the best life in the world. I love you so much. I won’t let anything happen to you. You mean more to me than my own life.’ He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead, a smile appearing on his face. You quietly chuckled which made Kai turn around, his eyes finding yours.

'Hey. How do you feel? Tired?’ He whispered and walked towards you, gently placing your daughter in your arms.

'A bit tired and sore, but, I’m fine. More than fine.’ You whispered and moved a little bit as Kai laid on the bed beside you, wrapping his arm around you.

'I can’t tell you how happy I am and how grateful I am to have you in my life. I really want to say thank you for giving life to this little one. I will always love you. Forever.’ He trailed off, a single tear streaming down your face. You quickly wiped it away and pecked Kai’s lips before both, you and Kai looked down at your baby daughter, only happiness radiating through your body as you finally realized how your perfect life has just begun and how the end of it was nowhere near.

Arya was always meant to be a Water Dancer. That was always her path. 

DredgenWard posited a great theory/argument that could be revealed in the upcoming episode.

I’ve always had a problem with the way the Faceless Men seemed to reward Arya for failing to follow orders by advancing her to the next stages of training. It wasn’t until the other day when I rewatched S6E06 “Blood of my Blood” that Arya never stopped her water dancing lessons with Syrio Forel/Jaqen H'ghar, and just completed her final test.

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV AGOT)

This is a water dancer’s greatest tool, but also the hardest to learn to use. Arya’s blindness allowed her to learn how to uses these physical senses to understand the world around her. The montage with the Waif fighting Arya in the show was a good depiction of Arya learning to use her senses to compensate for the lack of sight, but Blind Beth in ADWD also provides an example of the way Arya has begun to use all of her senses together to make sense of her world.

The blind girl rolled onto her side, sat up, sprang to her feet, stretched. Her bed was a rag-stuffed mattress on a shelf of cold stone, and she was always stiff and tight when she awakened. She padded to her basin on small, bare, callused feet, silent as a shadow, splashed cool water on her face, patted herself dry. Ser Gregor, she thought. Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei. Her morning prayer. Or was it? No, she thought, not mine. I am no one. That is the night wolf’s prayer. Someday she will find them, hunt them, smell their fear, taste their blood. Someday.

She found her smallclothes in a pile, sniffed at them to make sure they were fresh enough to wear, donned them in her darkness. Her servant’s garb was where she’d hung it—a long tunic of undyed wool, roughspun and scratchy. She snapped it out and pulled it down over her head with one smooth practiced motion. Socks came last. One black, one white. The black one had stitching round the top, the white none; she could feel which was which, make sure she got each sock on the right leg. Skinny as they were, her legs were strong and springy and growing longer every day. She was glad of that. A water dancer needs good legs. Blind Beth was no water dancer, but she would not be Beth forever. (The Blind Girl, ADWD).

The purpose of training potential water dancers in the guise of the Faceless Men is to find out if the student’s personal identity is strong enough to keep true to who you are despite what face you’re wearing and who you’re pretending to be. The result of each of Arya’s attempts to become “no one”, is an even deeper connection to her true identity.

Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say.

“You lie,” he said, “but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark.” He only called her that when she displeased him. “You know that you may leave this place. You are not one of us, not yet. You may go home anytime you wish.”

“You told me that if I left, I couldn’t come back.”

“Just so.”

Those words made her sad. Syrio used to say that too, Arya remembered. He said it all the time. Syrio Forel had taught her needlework and died for her. “I don’t want to leave.”

Arya believes she needs to become “no one” to become a Faceless Man, but what she doesn’t realize is the Faceless Men are called “no one” because they are the dead bodies whose faces are added to the Hall. Her teacher is displeased because Arya refuses to say what what she’s thinking instead of what she thinks he wants her to say.

“Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The water dancer sees. Come, put down the sword, it is time for listening now.”

She followed him over to the wall, where he settled onto a bench. “Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos, and are you knowing how that came to pass?”

“You were the finest swordsman in the city.”

“Just so, but why? Other men were stronger, faster, younger, why was Syrio Forel the best? I will tell you now.” He touched the tip of his little finger lightly to his eyelid. “The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of it.

"Hear me. The ships of Braavos sail as far as the winds blow, to lands strange and wonderful, and when they return their captains fetch queer animals to the Sealord’s menagerie. Such animals as you have never seen, striped horses, great spotted things with necks as long as stilts, hairy mouse-pigs as big as cows, stinging manticores, tigers that carry their cubs in a pouch, terrible walking lizards with scythes for claws. Syrio Forel has seen these things.

"On the day I am speaking of, the first sword was newly dead, and the Sealord sent for me. Many bravos had come to him, and as many had been sent away, none could say why. When I came into his presence, he was seated, and in his lap was a fat yellow cat. He told me that one of his captains had brought the beast to him, from an island beyond the sunrise. ‘Have you ever seen her like?’ he asked of me.

"And to him I said, 'Each night in the alleys of Braavos I see a thousand like him,’ and the Sealord laughed, and that day I was named the first sword.”

Arya screwed up her face. “I don’t understand.”

Syrio clicked his teeth together. “The cat was an ordinary cat, no more. The others expected a fabulous beast, so that is what they saw. How large it was, they said. It was no larger than any other cat, only fat from indolence, for the Sealord fed it from his own table. What curious small ears, they said. Its ears had been chewed away in kitten fights. And it was plainly a tomcat, yet the Sealord said 'her,’ and that is what the others saw. Are you hearing?”

Arya thought about it. “You saw what was there.”

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV, AGOT)

When Arya goes to see the play to kill Lady Crane, she is up close to where Cersei’s monologue lamenting the death of Joffery takes place. Just off stage, the other actress that paid to have Lady Crane killed is mouthing the causing Ayra to start thinking about her own reasons behind wanting Cersei dead.

After the play Arya runs into Lady Crane ends up asking Arya how she would change the part where Cersei reacts to Joffery’s death. Arya’s answer make her understand that she has experienced the same loss and pain that Cersei did. Her final lesson from Syrio is showing mercy to those who have already suffered enough for what they’ve done. The important truth Arya figures out was even the ones we hate still suffer the same way we do, and taking a life is just as important as know when to grant mercy.

This will give Arya the water magic to change her face at will without the need of a mask, and she will kill the Waif before stepping onto a ship to Westeros.

Syrio sets up Arya being a futre sword of Braavos the first time we meet him in A Game of Thrones too.

“Boy, girl,” Syrio Forel said. “You are a sword, that is all.” He clicked his teeth together. “Just so, that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a—”

“—needle,” Arya finished for him, fiercely.

“Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning, the knight’s dance, hacking and hammering, no. This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.” He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. “Now you will try to strike me.” (Arya II, AGOT)

Another interesting reference:

Arya lowered the splintery point toward the ground. “How did you know I was here?”

“A man sees. A man hears. A man knows.”

She regarded him suspiciously. Had the gods sent him? “How’d you make the dog kill Weese? Did you call Rorge and Biter up from hell? Is Jaqen H'ghar your true name?”

“Some men have many names. Weasel. Arry. Arya.”

She backed away from him, until she was pressed against the heart tree. “Did Gendry tell?”

“A man knows,” he said again. “My lady of Stark.”

Syrio Forel’s wooden sword is splintered in two when Arya last saw him, and now Arya has a wooden sword with a splintery point, she lowers it to the ground after seeing Jaqen like the broken piece that fell from Syrio’s wooden sword. (similar to the piece missing on the Titan of Braavos statue “Arya” was staring at in the last episode).

Jaqen H'ghar is from Lorath as such, he always refers to himself in 3rd person.

The only time he refers to himself in the first person is when he uses a first person possessive pronoun expressing a personal connection to Arya.

“My lady of Stark.”


A/N: Sorry this is so late but I was watching Paterson and I’m currently recovering from how good it was, I recommend you guys watch it if you can! Anwyas, yay for CB Friday’s! Here’s to a new chapter! Enjoy and thank you for reading, feedback is welcomed :)

Warning: Slightly pervy Ben?

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“Alright, seeing as this is like the fourth day you’ve been here and first weekend, I think it’s only fair you hang out with your best friend.” Sitting across from Rey as she stood in front of the counter, she arched an eyebrow. “A.K.A. me.” Swallowing the lightest as you thought about the previous night and how you snuck out of Rey’s room and slept with Ben, Rey only smiled. “Now that my concert is cancelled and wasted all that time rehearsing yesterday…I’m all yours.”

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