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SMUT    -    ETHAN DOLAN X READER

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.

photo creds to owner

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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.”

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

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“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.”

“Okay…”

—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.”

“Wha-”

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.

“What?”

“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…”

Pairing: Eric x Reader

Prompt: Anything you can do, I can do better.

Contains: minor swearing, flirting, mild smut

Word count: 1014 words / 5333 characters

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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

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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Kai tells you that he loves you but thinks you don’t feel the same

‘You’re crazy! You know I would never do something like that!’ You said and threw your head back a bit, laughing loudly as Kai wrapped his strong arms around you, keeping you warm and safe from the chilly December weather.

'You’re just too, what’s the word, uptight.’ Kai answered and laughed, waiting for your reaction. He was always teasing you and joking around and that’s why he was your favorite person and the only person you wouldn’t mind spending your time with every day.

'Uptight? I’m uptight?! Oh I’m sorry, mr. - I’m too busy to go talk to the girl who was a feet away from me -.’ You said it, imitating Kai, even though it came out pretty badly and it only made Kai laugh.

'Was that suppose to be me? If yes then I have to admit, you’re pretty bad at it.’ You looked at him wide eyed and hit him playfully on his arm, a smile never leaving your face.

'Idiot.’

'Oh you know you love me!’ Kai trailed off.

'Of course I do. You’re my idiot, who I love to tease a lot.’ You said. Your head was pressed against Kai’s chest and right at that moment, his heart started beating a little bit faster. You quickly shook your head of and ignored it, silence suddenly taking over the room. You were trying to find the words to blur them out and end the awkward silence, but your mind was suddenly empty. You shifted in your seat and pulled yourself up a little bit, Kai’s arm leaving your side.

'Do you know that everyone thinks that we’re going to fall in love and then end up together? It’s like they all know us better than we know ourselves.’ You blurted out and looked at Kai, but when you saw he was serious and didn’t even smile for a little bit, you felt like you said something wrong and that those words should’ve never come out of your mouth. His eyes suddenly left yours and he kept staring at the distance, completely getting lost in his thoughts.

'Kai? A-are you ok?’ You asked him, placing your soft hand on his shoulder, keeping it there for some ammount of time, until he got up, your hand falling down on the couch on the place he was sitting just a few seconds ago.

'I’m just, fine. Just really confused.’ He muttered and rubbed his forehead with his index finger and his thumb, leaning on the fireplace, the warmth of the fire warming up his bottom half. He sighed deeply multiple times, but still no words came out of his mouth. You pulled your blanket higher up to your chin while your eyes were focused on Kai’s back.

'Kai!’ You said it a bit louder, making Kai snap out of his thoughts and turn around, his eyes finally meeting yours again.

'What’s wrong? You changed your mood like at the snap of my fingers and now you’re just quiet. What happened? Did I say something wrong or?’

'You’re not gonna let this go, are you?’

'You know me too well and you know the answer to that is no. Talk to me.’ You motioned him to sit down next to you on the couch, but you saw that he hesitated at first. That never happened. Everytime he got a chance to be close to you, he took it, but not at that moment. It was like he was afraid to get closer, like something bad would happen if he sat down on that couch. Moments later, he walked towards the couch and hesitatingly sat next to you.

'I don’t know how to say this. I don’t even know if I should say this to you. It’s too hard and I don’t want to ruin everything.’ He said quietly.

'It’s me. You can tell me anything.’ You said and placed your warm hands on top of his, squeezing them a little bit, gesturing him that it was ok and that you were there for him, no matter the cause.

'Exactly. It’s you.’

'What does that mean?’ You looked at him befuddled, your eyebrows furrowed as you moved your hands from his and crossed your arms, his eyes staring at the single spot on the mahogany coffee table in front of the couch.

'It means that- ugh- why is this so hard?!’ He said, his voice a bit higher than before as he stood up and ran his fingers roughly through his hair in frustration. You followed him and stood up and placed your hand on his arm, making him turn around. You faced him, his blue eyes that were more blue at that moment than ever before.

'Tell me.’ You whispered ad placed your hands on his cheeks, your thumb gently caressing his cheek, your eyes never leaving his.

'I think I’m in love with you.’ He blurted out, watching your face expression go from confused and worried to something completely different. He was’t sure if it was sadness or nervousness.

'C-can you say that again?’ You stuttered and let your hands fall down from his cheeks, your heart suddenly beating faster.

'I know! I wasn’t sure what these feelings were but everytime I’m around you, I feel this sort of feeling in my stomach and my heart beats really fast, which is confusing to me and I just want to be with you 24/7, listen to you talk, your funny stories and I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re always on my mind and-’

'Kai, listen-’

'No, you listen. I love you and nothing can change that but I know you don’t feel the same and that’s fine. Even though it hurts because I can’t have you in my arms, I can still have you as my friend and I’m ok with that.’

'Kai’

'Sorry, I need some time alone.’ Kai said and took his coat, wrapping it around him and put a simple black scarf around his neck.

'Listen to me, Kai, I l-’

'See you tomorrow.’ He closed the doors behind him, cold breeze and a few snowflakes flying into the hallway, leaving you all alone in your house. You grunted in frustration and ran your fingers through your hair, Kai’s interruption driving you crazy because you didn’t have the chance to tell him you felt the same about him. He was perfect. Even though he had flaws and did some bad things, you loved him because he was being himself and you accepted him just the way he is.

You got dressed, put on some warm clothes, your big white scarf keeping you warm as you stepped out into the cold, snow covering your new boots as you started walking to the first place you thought Kai could’ve been. Footsteps that were being left behind you were quickly covered with big snowflakes. Your cheeks turned red, cold winter breeze and snow covering them, making your body shiver. You were walking for half an hour and there was still no sign of Kai and the weather was getting worse and it was getting darker, with only a few street lights shining down on the street, making the snow reflect a faint intermittent glow.

'C'mon Kai, where are you?’ You said under your breath and looked around one more time before you gave up and went back home, deciding that mybe it would be better if you tried again tomorrow.

You opened the front door and walked in, taking your coat and your boots off, both heavily covered in snow. You looked up at one moment and saw Kai standing right in front of a fireplace, his hands shoved down in his pockets.

'Hey’

'Hey’ he murmured softly as you approached him, both of you scared and nervous to make a move.

'Look, I wanted to s-’ you cut him off with your lips suddenly crashing with his, your fingers instantly intertwining in his hair, trying to pull him even closer even thoughnit wasn’t possible. He pulled away and pressed his forehead on yours, his breathing heavy.

'What was that for?’ Kai breathed out, his eyes closed.

'I love you Kai. Always have and always will.’

'But, I thought you were-’

'In love with someone else? Never. You were always the only one I wanted and I loved spending my time with you but all I could think of is how much I wanted to kiss your soft lips.’ You whispered and ran your thumb across his bottom lip. A smile splashed across Kai’s face, his hand gently placed on your cheek.

'You’re so beautiful.’ Kai whispered and kissed you again as his hands slowly found their way to your thighs as he lifted you up and placed you gently down on the couch, his body laying on top of you, supporting himself with his arms.

At the end, everything was just the way you wanted. You got the perfect Kai and after all you’ve been through, you were finally happy.

KAI PARKER FIC

BRUISES (Pt.2) - Read part one here

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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. 

Rabia 

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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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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?

Word Count: 4.6K+


“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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NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

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.”

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 :

https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/159839481553/unfaithful

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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?

I Can’t Wait To Hear You Scream PT. 4

Summary: You and Negan go on a run together.

Note: The smut hasn’t come in yet, because I want the sexual tension between Negan x Reader to get unbearable.

You didn’t see Negan for the rest of the day after that, but you didn’t need to see him, your sore ass was enough of a reminder of him.
You sat in the cafeteria by yourself that night, along with other sanctuary members. You weren’t very hungry, so you just pushed around some food on your plate.
You wondered what Negan was doing now and also wondered why you couldn’t stop thinking of him. Just as you were about to get up to leave Simon approached you, “The boss wants to see you.” He said quickly and kept walking. You turned in the direction he was going, “What for?” You asked curiously, wondering what the fuck you did wrong now.
“I have no idea,” He didn’t even turn around, “I’m going to the chow line, just get going.”
You rolled your eyes and got up and dumped your tray in the trash and made your way out and went to the same room as the other times. You walked in and Negan was sitting in the chair, feet propped up on the table, cleaning Lucille with a bloody cloth. He kept his eyes fixated on the bat.
“It’s about time, darlin’, I was starting to think I’d have to fucking hunt you down.” He finally looked up and gave you a sly smirk, he sat Lucille in his lap. He gestured to the free chair near the desk, “Go on, darlin’. Have a seat.” He said with a wink.
You winced, because you knew he was poking fun at your current situation.

“I’d rather not.” You answered, looking unamused.

He chuckled and threw his head back, showing straight white teeth, he looked back at you with his dark eyes.
“Yeah, I kinda figured. I fucking tore that ass up. Too bad I can only say it was with this.” He ran a hand seductively along his leather belt, but keep eye contact with you. Seeing his hand running along that region ignited some excitement in you. Damn him.
You let a out a breathe.
“Why did you wanna see me?”

He cleared his throat and got serious, “Since you showed you know how to actually fucking handle yourself, I’m gonna offer you a job.”

“What kind?” You asked in suspicion, eyeing him carefully.

He licked his full lips and smirked, “Doing runs with me.“ He ran a hand through his black hair, "You said you could find shit that no one else could, so let’s put it to the goddamn test, doll.”

You smirked back, “I can do that, it’s just a shame you are giving me the opportunity when I can barely walk.”

He smiled wickely, “Well, who’s fucking fault is that?” You just nodded, not wanting to get another 10 licks from him.. Not at the moment anyway.
“Hell darlin’ maybe I just wanna get you alone for a while. Maybe I like lookin’ at you so goddamn much I wanna take you with me.” A smile was finally starting to break through on your face, there was still tension between you two, but his charisma was too powerful to keep you mad.
“Holy fuck. Is that a fucking smile I see? Shit.” He said in a fake surprised tone, leaning forward, with his lips parted.
“Why not take Amber?” You smirked.
He saw that you were challenging his authority and he fucking liked it.
He pursed his lips into an “o” shape, seeing that you were trying to see how far you could push his buttons, and goddamn if that didn’t make him want you even more.
He threw his hands behind his head. “Shit, the only thing that girl is good for is sucking a cock, I don’t know how she survived before I brought her ass in. Not to mention that you fractured her nose in two fucking places.” He smiled, sounding almost proud of you when he said that.
You smiled and had a sense of satisfaction wash over you.


The next morning you met up with Negan beside the black truck, he was wearing his leather jacket and had Lucille propped on his shoulder proudly. “You ready to get to work?” He asked, opening the passenger side door.
You were even more sore today, but you were powering through it, “Yeah, I’m ready.” He got in on the driver’s side, laying Lucille in between you two - which was way different from the first night when he wouldn’t let her go. You began driving down a long stretch of highway, passing neighborhoods and stores, they all must have been emptied out a while ago since he didn’t bother to look in their direction.
“Do I get a weapon?” You asked bluntly.
He glanced over to you as if you were crazy.
“I’m all the fucking protection you need, baby doll.” He said flexing a leather clad arm.
“So, I don’t get a weapon?”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, with your fucking broken record already, here-” he dug around in the floorboard and picked up an old rusty crowbar and handed it to you, “take this.”
You grabbed it, but he didn’t let it go, “Look, I still don’t fucking know you that well, so I’m gonna go out on a fucking limb and trust that you’re not gonna try to crack me over the head with that fucker.”
You shook your head, “No, I’m not."He finally loosened his grip on it and let you take it from his gloved hand.

You pulled up to a big store and Negan turned the engine off. "Alright, we’re gonna go in here and look around for any useful shit. Stay aware of your surroundings, I don’t want a fuckin’ replay of last time.” He said cutting his eyes to you referring to when you got caught by a walker your first night.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it.” You answered back getting out of the truck before he could open your door this time. He got out and walked over beside you, eyeing your surroundings.
“What happens if others show up?” You asked, wondering how well he would handle rivals without the Saviors.

“Where’s your fuckin’ faith, darlin’? You really think I fuckin’ need my men around to get the fuckin’ message across that I’m in charge around here? Their shit will still be mine and if they don’t believe me, Lucille will take care of it.” He said sternly, he had basically read your mind as to what you were thinking.
He headed towards the building and you followed close behind, the crowbar swinging in your hand.
He kicked the glass door to the store in and waited, looking around for any movement. Neither of you heard anything and enterned, majority of the store was emptied, but there were still and few items here and there.

You split up and both walked to opposite ends of the building, you could hear Negan throwing items around and could hear the few stray words of “Fuck”, “Goddamn” and “Shit”. You shook your head, he was destructive with everything and his vocabulary consisted of the word fuck. You walked around, looking for any canned goods, but found none on the shelves except for a stack of old beauty magazines. You heard a loud shatter as glass broke followed by Negan shouting,
“Yeah, break that fucking shit, Lucille. Fucking homerun!” you peeked around the corner to see that he was playing baseball with fucking flower vases, he was like a kid in a candy store throwing up vases and quickly shattering them with Lucille’s barbed end. You snorted with laughter, at least he was entertaining himself. You got onto your knees and bent down, looking under the shelves and saw a few stray cans of food. You reached under as far as you could to grab them, you ended up being able to get ahold of two cans of beans and soup.
There was a loud whistle, “Damn baby, you should have fuckin’ called me over here sooner to enjoy this sweet ass view.” Negan called as he walked over towards you. You chuckled, biting your lip at the way he talked to you, but not letting him see it. You stuck the cans into your bag,
“I found a few cans of food.”

“Not bad, I actually wasnt exoectinv you to find a fucking thing. This place is pretty much empty, not much here anymore. Doesn’t matter anyway, gonna be paying a visit to your old pal Rick the-fucking-prick soon.” He was still staring at your ass as you rose slowly off the ground, but picked up one of the magazines on a nearby shelf and glanced at it before he threw it to the side.

“Yeah, I saw you practicing your swings over there. So this was a test or something?” You felt sadness as you remembered the old group. You hadn’t thought about them much since you left, but hoped they were doing fine.

“Lucille isn’t all business. My girl likes to have some fuckin’ fun, too.” He cooed, patting the bat. "And yeah, I didn’t even think about fucking looking under the shelves, but shit, I just felt like fuckin’ bringing you out. The view of your ass was fuckin’ worth it.” He raised his eyebrows in that sexy way that he always does. You shook your head and smiled. This asshole, as ruthless and dangerous as he was, was growing on you, that’s for sure.

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

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

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.

Wonwoo Scenario - Beautiful Morning 

Genre: Romance (warning smut)

He sat at the window sill, dressed in dark navy blue pants, a white polo shirt and a loosely tied navy blue tie to match. The sun, beaming through the large white framed window, highlighted his flawless physical features; his soft dark brown hair fittingly styled, perfectly shaped eyes and nose, thick pink lips,  and his well proportioned body, not too big nor too small. With his unchanging serious expression as he read through the book, perfectly resting on top of his right thigh, his icy gaze suddenly turned towards you….

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YOU’LL NEVER BE ALONE

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 2 344
summary : story begins before the merge , when Kai moves in reader’s apartment building , the second half of the story happens after the merge …
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A few months ago in the apartment next to Y/N moved in a young man. At first she didn’t think any of it ,people move in and out of the apartment building all the time. Except that was no ordinary man. Her friend Stefan came over one night , and nearly killed the boy realising who was her new neighbour. Y/N’s new neighbour was Kai Parker , the siphoner who had been trapped in the same prison world as Bonnie and Damon after the other side disappeared. They had thought he had moved back to Portland , instead he had decided to stay in Mystic Falls and make it his home , even tho it appeared he was unwanted there.

After that night , Y/N and Kai sort of became friends. She knew there are two sides of every story and wanted to hear his.
Y/N made chocolate cupcakes the next day. It was early in the afternoon  when she moved some to a nice plate , took her keys and walked out her apartment , taking barely three steps away towards Kai’s apartment. A few knocks on the door later , Kai opened the door. He looked startled someone had come looking for him , his eyes widening when he realised who it was.
“Hi. I’m Y/N , your neighbour.” she said smiling and pointing behind her towards her apartment door. “I um … I heard you like cupcakes and I happen to have made a few dozen today…”
Kai’s eyes were glued on her , looking suspicious at the young girl. He noticed she was still wearing her PJ’s and fuzzy slippers. Who goes out of their apartment like that ? he wondered.
“Did your friends send you ?” he asked.
“Um … no. They’d freak out if they knew. I came on my own …” she laughed nervously. “I know you don’t get along with them ,and Stefan already tried to scare me the Hell away from you.. but I want to hear your side of the story. Create my own opinion about you.” she said taking one of the cupcakes from the plate in her hands swirling it in the air in front of Kai , his eyes following the cupcake. “It’s a bribe. Can I come in ?”
He sighed and stepped away from the door motioning for her to walk in , snatching the plate from her hands.
“Yumm , cupcakes !” he said taking one before leaving the rest on the kitchen counter. “Thanks.” he said with a small smile.
Y/N pointed at his couch , a silent question hanging in the air and he nodded. They both sat there , Y/N sat cross-legged and waited for him to tell her his story.
Kai told her everything , starting with his childhood and how his family had treated him like trash , pretending he didn’t exist.
“I was the defective twin … the black sheep that nobody wanted. They didn’t understand what I could do , so they isolated me …” he said , his gaze drifting somewhere behind her. “It was lonely…and then my father , the great coven leader , sent me to the Prison World after treating me like trash for 22 years. It was as if his children didn’t even matter. The coven always came first , no matter what.” he trailed off.
He couldn’t understand why he trusted her enough to tell her his story. They had just met , but she had stirred something inside him. Y/N was either really brave or really stupid coming to him like that. If he wanted , he could hurt her and no one would ever find out.
“I spent 18 years in isolation as the family reject in the Prison World. Repeating the same day over and over again…” his voice a little louder than a whisper.“I tried killing myself so many times hoping to end it all. None of the attempts worked , I tried every way in the book…”
Kai kept waiting for her to get up and walk away or more like run away from him. Instead she reached across the couch and hugged him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged him and he felt a kind of warmth spread inside him when she did.
Stefan had told her most of the story , the parts with Bonnie and Damon but the person he had described wasn’t the person standing in front of her. It was as if they had judged him too quickly , without even considering his version of events. Y/N couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for him to spend 18 years  completely alone , trapped with no way out. She understood why he had been willing to hurt her friends just to get out…and what he had said about trying to kill himself over and over again - it broke her completely.
Kai wasn’t a monster , he was just misunderstood. If his family had treated him better none of this would’ve happened. They had turned him into something he wasn’t and had destroyed him. Her heart broke hearing his story and she felt anger towards his family , specially his father.
“I don’t need your pity.” he said but didn’t push her away.
“It’s not pity. It’s compassion.” Y/N said softly. “I won’t pretend I know what you’ve been through but I understand you’ve suffered a lot. No one deserves the pain you had been through. Stefan was wrong … ” she said hugging him a little tighter.“ What he told me about you.. he was wrong. You are not a monster.”
Kai wrapped his hands around her , closing his eyes for a moment unable to believe that someone in this world might actually care for him or even remotely understand him.
“I’ll be your friend , Kai. So you never feel alone or isolated ever again.” she said. “Its a promise.”
That’s how their friendship started - chocolate cupcakes and hugs.
They’d spend a few nights a week together playing board games , watching a movie while eating take out or sometimes they’d cook together dinner (well , more like Kai would cook and Y/N’s sit around watching and talking to him). The rest of the time she spent either at lectures / work or with her boyfriend , only a text away from Kai. Whenever he needed her , she was there for him. He was doing the same in return. Y/N’s friends were against it , big time , but it wasn’t their decision to make. She didn’t feel afraid being around him and somehow she felt safer around Kai than around anyone else.

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Y/N woke up in the middle of the night by a series of loud smashes and screams coming from Kai’s apartment.
“What is happening next door?!” she muttered , got up and nearly ran to his place. She knocked a few times on the door and a few moments later the door opened. Kai stood there in his pj’s (a white t-shirt and boxers) , anger flashing in his eyes , a baseball bat in his hand. He was breathing heavily , his hair was messed up and clearly hadn’t expect anyone to dare come looking for him in the middle of the night.
“Hey…” he said, running his fingers through his hair nervously.
“Hey , um … whats going on Kai ? Is everything OK ?” Y/N asked concerned.
Contrary to what other people thought about Kai , Y/N saw him differently. To her , he wasn’t a sociopath with tendency for murder and mayhem. He was a friend , a really close friend…
“I … um … I had a nightmare.” he said , putting the baseball bat away. “It’s nothing.”  
He was lying , she could always tell - his eyes changed when he did.
“Didn’t sound like nothing…” Y/N leaned to rest on his door. Kai looked shaken , whatever the nightmare had been about it had upset him way more than he cared to admit. “Mind if I come in ?” she asked.
“Um .. I … It’s kind of messy inside… I don’t think you should ..” Kai said , but Y/N just tilted her head slightly to the left , scoffed and pushed her way past him. “… or you can completely ignore me and just walk in.” he said in defeat.
The place was messy alright. Pretty much everything was smashed to bits , the couch’s pillows were on the other side of the room and even the curtains had gotten some of his anger - hanging semi torn off. Somehow his TV has survived his wrath. Y/N stepped carefuly over the smashed glass pieces and grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen. Kai was following her around the house , trying to figure out how to get her to stop for a moment. He was scratching nervously the back of his head mumbling about how he didn’t need her help , but Y/N didn’t care much for what he said. She knew him well and knew he needed someone to be there with him right now , even if he didnt want to admit it.
“I’ll help you clean up , and while we do that …” she said , taking his hand looking him directly in his blue / gray eyes “… you will tell me what made you smash everything in your living room.”
Kai sighed and grabbed another plastic bag. Y/N always found a way to get through to him and he couldn’t explain how it happened.
“I dreamed that I was back at the 1994 prison world… Trying to … end it all.” he said , tears in his eyes mixed with flashes of anger and sadness.
Y/N stopped trying to gather the broken pieces of some destroyed vase and froze on the spot. She knew Kai had been trapped for 18 years reliving the say day on a loop. She also knew that he’d tried more than once to end his life , except there was a fail safe in the spell trapping him there. He couldn’t die … no matter what he had tried , he just kept coming back to life.
Y/N dropped the bag on the ground , taking the few steps separating them in less than a second and wrapped her arms around him.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through all this.” she said. “What your family did to you wasn’t fair. None of it… but it’s over now. If ever they try to send you back there , I’ll stand in their way making sure they fail.”
Kai wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back. His heart was beating so fast she could feel the vibrations. Y/N didn’t let go of him and he didn’t let go of her.
For a few minutes they just stood there , in the middle of the room. Kai’s breathing had calmed down and his heartbeat was beating a bit slower than before , tho still fast because of Y/N standing so close to him. When she let go , the look on his face had changed completely. There was no more anger. No more sadness. He reached to touch her cheek and smiled at her.
“How do you always manage to calm me down?” he said softly. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment , enjoying his touch, his palm was so soft… Her hand reached to hold his and the next thing she knew , Kai’s  lips were on hers. The kiss was gentle at first , deepening and getting more demanding. His touch felt as if electricity was going through her bloodstream , every fiber in her body coming to life. Kai pulled away , looking at her as if seeing her for the first time , his eyes glowing … and then he let go of her.
“I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” he said nervously , picking up the plastic bag and awkwardly continuing to pick up smashed pieces from the ground. Kai knew Y/N had a boyfriend , he also knew that he had some ‘more than friends’ feelings for her. Somehow she was the only one who could get through to him. A few minutes passed in complete silence , he kept on cleaning without even glancing at Y/N … other ways he would’ve noticed her standing frozen on the spot with a smile on her face , her fingers touching her lips , her eyes glowing and following his every move. She was repeating the kiss over and over in her mind unable to believe it hadn’t been a dream.
“Kai ?” she said , running into his arms , her lips finding his before he has had even the chance to process whats happening. Kai wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her closer to him , their kiss getting deeper every second. When he finally pulled away , Y/N cupped his face resting her forehead on his , a wide smile on both their faces.
“W-what … what was that?” he asked. “You have a boyfriend , I don’t want to -”
Had. I had a boyfriend.” she corrected him. “We broke up about three weeks ago…when I figured out I .. I have feelings for you.” she said , gazing into his eyes , waiting for her words go sink into his mind. Kai’s smile got wider and his eyes got a darker shade of blue.
“That means that .. we can …” Kai was so happy he couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“… be together. ” Y/N finished it for him as Kai lifted her up and twirled her while his arms held her close to him. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissed him passionately. “Nothing is stopping us.Unless .. you don’t want -”
“I want to.” he said interrupting her. “I want you.”


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MASTERLIST March / April 2017


MASTERLIST MAY 2017

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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.”

Type: Imagine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Prompt: Damon is your boyfriend. However, after getting turned into a vampire yourself after Katherine kills you, you find out that Damon had been compelling you to forget his feedings on you. Angry, you storm away from him, breaking up with him. This leads to this confrontation a few days later.

Start:

“Hey, Elena? I’m just gonna chill in my room tonight. I’m not really in the mood to party or whatever.”

Your younger sister gave you a concerned look, making you internally sigh. Here comes Ms. Perfect, to try and save the day.

“(Y/N), you should really get out more. I mean, I know that the breakup with Damon was bad. But, he was really bad for yo-.”

“Elena!” You interrupt her, voice angry as you lose your cool. She gives you a startled look. “Leave it alone, okay? It’s none of your business.” You hiss before stomping up the stairs, adding extra emphasis to make your frustration and desire to be alone more obvious.

While looking down at your phone, in mood for Chinese, you begin to type in the familiar number by heart as you enter your room. While kicking the door closed behind you, you looked up casually, only to scream in surprise.

Your ex, Damon Salvatore, was on your bed, holding your teddy bear Mr. Markimoo.

“Damon!” You hiss, ending the call and slipping the phone into your pocket unable to turn your gaze away.

He turns to you, smirking before holding the teddy bear up to cover his face. “Hey, (Y/N)! It’s me! Mr. Markimoo! You know, I really think you should forgive Damon. He was a complete dick-Uh, I mean jerk. But, he is really sorry.” His voice was high-pitched and he controlled the bear’s hands to make it seem like it was moving.

You tried to hide the smile and smother the laugh, but it was difficult. You raised a hand to cover your mouth. Just thinking of the big bad Damon Salvatore speaking through a teddy bear is already hilarious. But… to imagine is one thing…  you’re looking at it.

Managing to contain your laughter, you crossed your arms and leveled him with an disinterested stare.

“Damon? Get out.”

Giving up on the teddy bear act, he placed it beside him before jumping to his feet. Striding towards you, you proceeded to back up against the door staring up at him.

Placing his hands on both sides of your head, he leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes widened as you were forced to look him in his gorgeous blue eyes.

“(Y/N).” He whispered, the regret and guilt in his voice making you blink. “I’m sorry. I know that I shouldn’t have fed on you as much as I had. I know that I shouldn’t have fed on you for so long even. But…” He leaned closer, tilting his head so that he could kiss the side of your neck softly. This made a small sigh escape you, your head lulling to the side slightly.

“I want to have us be even… as much as I can.” He mumbled against your skin before pulling away almost making you mumble in protest. You were so weak when it came to him.

Damon looked down at you, clearly contemplating something before shrugging off his leather jacket. Your head tilts in confusion that quickly becomes realization when he takes off his black shirt revealing his naked upper body.

Your mouth falls open a bit as you stare shamelessly at his upper half. Damon smirks at you before speaking. “Go ahead. Bite me. Anywhere you want.”

Biting your lip as the possibilities run through your mind, you settle on the place he bit you at the most.

Stepping closer cautiously, you move until your close enough to touch him. You place your hands on his chest, tracing the contours of his abs and chest before you apply enough pressure to force him to sit down on the bed. He applies with your silent demands, letting his arms hold himself up as he eyes you in a form of anticipation.

Biting your lip, you move closer and straddle his form, sitting in his lap. His hands go around your waist pulling you closer. “Your game, princess.” He says with a grin, clearly anticipating your next move.

Nervousness aside, you use your fingers to move his head to the side to bare his neck to you. His fingers trail up your sides before going down to caress your thighs. You shudder slightly before leaning forward and pressing your lips to the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

You pause, feeling hesitation overtake you. Damon, feeling your nervousness, spoke. “Babe, don’t worry about it. I fed on you and compelled you to forget. Used you as a blood bag. Lied and deceived you. I’ve… developed feelings for you. So, in order to make you feel better, I want you to bite me back. It’s okay. It’s the only thing I can really do to give you some form of payback.”

You felt your heart warm at his words, comforted in the way he opened up to you and told you about his real feelings. Decision made, you pressed your lips to his neck once more before you allowed your fangs to elongate before sinking your fangs into his neck. You heard him suck in a breath as his blood entered your mouth.

Your eyes snapped open, whites black and veins exposed. You let out a moan when the taste connected with you. It was one of the best things you’d ever tasted. Pulling him closer, you sucked greedily at his neck taking in more. And it was only through the haze did you feel his arms encircle your waist pulling you closer and the moans that escaped him. Moans that were a mix of both pain and pleasure. He was enjoying it as much as you were.

About a minute later, you pulled away from his neck, blood dripping from your mouth. You gave Damon a bloody grin. Damon, after studying you, seemed unable to control himself as, in literally the speed of light, he had you on your back on the bed with his lips hungrily tasting yours. Your legs encircled his waist, pulling him closer to you as your hands ran through his hair, tugging on it.

“I love you.” You mumbled as he peppered kisses down your neck. Pulling away, he looked you in your eyes, studying and searching them. When he was satisfied, he gave you his signature crooked smirk.

“Love you too, princess.” He stated, making you beam in return. You moved your hands to his neck, tugging him down to resume your kiss.

Wonho Scenario- Morning Sweetness 

Genre: Romance (Warning: Smut)


Your eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the rays of the sun. As your vision became clearer, so did the face that was soundly sleeping in front of you. “ How could such a perfect human being exist?” you thought to yourself as you absorbed all his facial features; his soft thick pink lips, sharp nose, perfectly shaped eyes and eyebrows, and adorable big ears. As you gazed at his peaceful state, a small smile began to form as your index finger grazed over top his luscious lips. You recalled the previous night, unable to forget how his large hands held you, the feeling of his tongue on your skin and the way he whispered your named into your ears.

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Jerome valeska imagine- Oswald’s bar

Ever since you were young your dream was to be a singer. One who men pined over and girls idolised, with posters of you pinned to their walls. However, that meant starting small. You worked your way up from school concerts, all the way to where you were now; singing nightly at Oswald’s.

The money wasn’t bad and neither was Oswald, in fact he was very appreciative of you, which is why you decided to stick around for a while. His club was far from what you’d call safe, but you knew that Butch always had your back when one of the drunkards decided to become violent towards you. This was Gotham after all, of course you were always at risk of danger, so why not be doing what you love the most at the same time?

It was whilst you were on stage when you saw him. He was dressed well, an obviously expensive black suit with an accompanying white button up shirt. His skin was pale, like snow, whilst his red hair contrasted, like fire and ice. Your eyes seemed to drift to him every few seconds as you were singing, even causing you to mess up briefly. His head was down like he was texting, but you finally caught a glimpse of the whiskey glass in his hand. He screamed danger, but with danger followed fun.

It was at the end of your current song when his head flicked up, looking directly at you. You knew who he was, god everyone did at this point. It was the recently escaped Jerome valeska, the mommy murderer.

You know you should have felt scared, but all you felt was curiosity. What was one of Gotham’s most wanted doing in in Oswald’s? Sure, it was a good bar, but there were so many other, better bars around here. You only had two more songs till you were off the clock, hopefully you’d manage to catch him for a few minuets and find out. You always were a curious one anyway.

Finally you’d finished your last song, which meant you could get out of the uncomfortably tight dress you were required to wear and change into something more comfortable. You let your hair down from all the Bobby pins and let it rest on your shoulders before walking out from the dressing room and into the main building.

He was still sitting there, though he held a hard look of concentration on his face. You contemplated on whether or not to approach the pale, ginger boy, but your feet seemed to drag you over already. You pulled out a chair opposite him and sat down, resting your head on your hands.

“What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?” You questioned, eyebrow raised. He looked up and smirked at you, causing you to break a small smile back.

“What’s it too ya kid?”

The way he spoke reminded you of the 20’s, yet so did the whole atmosphere of the club in a way.

“Who you calling kid? You’re probably the same age as me, younger even.”

He chuckled at your feistiness, intrigued by the girl sat in front of him. Of course he’d been watching her, no one could keep their eyes off of a beauty such as her. The way she sang so passionately with that fire in her eyes, the ambitious kind.

“Whatever you say, doll. So, what’s a pretty little thing like yourself working here then? You’ve got the voice of an angel and the looks to match!”

At this point he was leaned forward, looking at you intensely. You blushed at his comments, almost hiding your face in your hands. He noticed and moved your hands away, lifting your chin up slightly with his index finger. You stated deeply into his eyes and felt your face heat up even more.

“We all gotta start somewhere, don’t we Jerome?” You eyes widened as soon as you realised you let his name slip. You became too comfortable and reckless with the fiery haired and managed to slip up, big time. You could see his confidence crumble, removing his hand from your face and leaving you with a craving to feel him touch you again.

“So…you obviously know who I am. I don’t know where this leaves us, but you’re an interesting girl, (y/n). I mean, why talk to me if you knew exactly who I am?”

This took you by surprise. You thought he would threaten you for sure, but instead he was calm and observant of you. You were unsure how to reply because you honestly had no idea why you approached him. You thought it was because you wanted to talk to the hot guy, but part of you knew it wasn’t that. It was the danger of the situation, you loved it.

“Well, Mr. Valeska, I guess you could call me crazy.”

He chuckled softly.

“Okay crazy, wanna take this back to my place and get to…know each other? Promise I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

You looked around to see that the sea of people that once stood around you had died down, telling you it was late. You lived about an hour away from Oswald’s by bus, and Jerome obviously had his own mode of transport due to not wanting to make public attention. It seemed the best option, and it gave you a chance to make a new friend, or hopefully lover.

“Biting seems a little tame for you, Jerome. How about we go back to yours and show me what you can really do?”

With that he pulled you out of the club, dragging you behind him as he took you down the alley ways to find his car. Just as you were about to climb into the passenger side of the vehicle you were pushed against the door, his body pressed against yours with his hands gripping onto your hips.

You could feel his lips on your neck, sucking at your skin gently. His mouth made his way up to your lips, kissing you deeply with force. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, to which you gave him access almost immediately. This whole situation was a hurricane that left you breathless, making out with a escapee murderer.

You two finally parted, panting at the lack of air. His head rest against yours and his hands traveled down lower, resting them on your bum. He squeezed it quickly, earning a shrill squeal from your swollen lips.

“Trust me doll, I’ll make you scream louder than that later.”