in order for me to not feel like i wasted money

some tips for incoming college freshmen, based on the mistakes i made during my first year

✎ don’t get in the habit of skipping class for no reason. really. it might seem harmless (especially if attendance isn’t required) but it will most likely end up affecting you negatively. just go to class.

✎ try to be as organized as possible. organization can’t harm you and there are so many potential benefits to keeping your school and personal life in order.

✎ don’t be afraid to enjoy yourself. honestly, what’s the point if school is only ever miserable. there are so many ways to enjoy your experience at college, so take a break from your studies every once in a while. otherwise, you might find yourself hating school.

✎ that being said, don’t spend too much time socializing and partying. or, at least, don’t choose it over your school work altogether. you don’t want the social aspect of college to overpower the academic aspect. after all, you are most likely paying a lot of money to study there, and ignoring your studies will only harm you. find a balance.

✎ even if your classes don’t start until 2 in the afternoon, wake up at a reasonable time. it might be difficult if you’re used to sleeping in very late, but the morning is the perfect time to get some things done, and sleeping in until 10 minutes before your class does waste a lot of time. plus, you’ll probably do better in class if you didn’t just wake up.

✎ naps are good though! as long as you don’t nap during the whole day, napping is very beneficial.

✎ don’t get too involved in drama with other people. if your friend group becomes draining and exhausting because of drama, recognize that it might be better for you to take a step back.

✎ don’t get caught up in the idea of having the perfect “college experience.” do what you want to do, not what everyone else does or what you believe you’re supposed to do. there are different types of college experiences, and you don’t have to, for example, join a sorority/fraternity, go to parties, get drunk/high, etc. just because you think you’re supposed to as a college student.

✎ try to participate in class. i failed at this miserably because of my fear of talking to people lol, but it is best to be more involved in class discussions if you can. this is especially important when participation is part of your grade.

✎ if you have a roommate, don’t expect to be best friends with them. you can, but it’s not always best. in my experience, it tends to work best if you’re friendly with them, but you also have different groups of people you hang out with. this is based on preference though. 

✎ get off of campus sometimes! depending on where you live, there may be a bunch of things you can do in your town with friends. you don’t want to always feel stuck at your school. that being said, there are probably a lot of things to do on campus too. 

✎ if you have a source of income, try to be reasonable with your spending. you should definitely save some money for emergencies. and the money you do spend should be spent reasonably. this isn’t to say you should never spend money on things that you enjoy, but you definitely should have some sort of budget, or you might find yourself wasting all of your money on 2am trips to denny’s (if you’re me, that is). 

✎ sometimes you may need to be alone. don’t feel bad telling your friends ‘no’ every once in a while. you may find it easiest to work alone, or you might just wanna relax without the pressure of being with other people. that’s okay! find a place on campus where you can be away from everyone sometimes.

edit: i have made a part two of this post which you can find here

PROPOSALS

▹ pairing: Jeongguk x reader
▹ words: 18,102 I’m so sorry 
▹ genre: smut, fluff, light angst, friends to lovers

You and Jeongguk propose at restaurants to get free food, but somewhere along the way you start to fall for him.


You never thought Jeongguk would actually take you up on the whole fake proposals thing. When you had suggested the idea to him, he’d just laughed and said “yeah”, then continued playing Fallout 4. You hadn’t actually meant it; the idea was one of those you vaguely imagine it happening, but not really, which is why when he brought it up weeks later suggesting you try it out, you thought he was kidding. 

He wasn’t, and this is how you end up in one of the city’s nicer restaurants on a fake date with your best friend. 

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In Reverse.

Just an idea that i have in mind. 

Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Ao3: Click me to read. 


Lance had many hidden talents. He could sing, he could play the guitar, and was the only one in his family that could rival his mother cooking. 

And, to everyone’s surprise, he was really good at flirting. Yes, he liked to joke around and tell girls stupid pick-up-lines, but he knew none of the things he said were going to get him somewhere with them. To be honest, it was only a game for him. 

His stupid flirting always got people to laugh, to relax, which was his main goal. 

But his actual flirting? Well, it always got him whatever he wanted.

Do you want to get into a place for free? Just bat your eyes and giggle a little. If you can, show a bit of skin. Do you need a favor? Call the person pretty names, hug them. Be a little more touchy, but still keep a distance. You don’t want them to think they can touch you whenever they want. Do you need money or need to buy something? Well, you need to work more for that one. Be nice, have little details with them. Hug them, hold their hand. Let them know that you care and you want something more than just a friendship even when you don’t. Be subtle, act naive and just drop hints that you want or need things. If you have them well wrapped around your finger, they will get anything that you ask for just to make you happy. Don’t forget to give them a few kisses, you need to keep them interested! If they start asking for more just leave them immediately.

To be honest, Lance was not… Truly proud of this talent. He didn’t like playing with other people’s feelings, but he did what he had to do to help his family. They didn’t have much money, and his mother and father struggled a lot to make sure they could attend to school and had something to eat everyday. 

His flirtation was something he did to have fun once in a while, but after he realised how much he was getting from it he started taking advantage. At first they were simply stuff. Being able to go to places without spending a penny was good. He could still have fun without wasting his parents money on unnecessary things.

But then he started meeting new people. And these persons he met were wealthy as fuck. And Lance use this on his favor… He befriend them, he started flirting, and then manipulated into paying his family debts. Of course, for them it was nothing. Just more money to throw away in order to impress Lance and get on his good side. 

For him? It meant everything when the bills arrived and saw the relief and confusion on his parents faces.

He stopped doing when he thought it was enough and spent the rest of his days studying to get a full scholarship on the Garrison to try to fufill his dream of becoming a pilot to travel the universe. 

Of course, he never expected going so soon and becoming a part of as important as Voltron. To be honest, Lance felt really out of place. All of his teammates had amazing skills and great things to offer. Him? He didn’t have much, really. His talents weren’t a thing people usually looked for in a warrior.

Yes, he was smart ans was getting so much better in battle. But he didn’t have anything especial. 

They took Zarkon down. They didn’t kill him, but he was to hurt to keep fighting. Everyone saw this as an opportunity to take the Galra Empire down now once and for all thinking that now they didn’t have a ruler it was going to be much easier. 

Needless to say, they were wrong. 

A new ruler arrived. His name? Lotor. An old friend of princess Allura. He asked for an audience with her. She accepted, claiming that she once knew him and that he deserved the benefit of the doubt. 

They introduced themselves to the prince after he greeted Allura. They took their helmets off. Lance didn’t fail to notice the look Lotor was giving him. 

Lotor was… Different. For the way he talked, everyone could see Lotor wasn’t too comfortable with following his father’s wishes, but was too loyal to go agaisnt him. 

The prince, unlike his father, had feelings.

Voltron and Allura talked with the prince for hours. Once they realised they wouldn’t conviced Lotor to give up the fight, Allura changed the topic to more personal matters. Even when he was an enemy, he used to be her friend and was the only one apart from Coran and Zarkon who was left from her time. 

Lance stared at the prince, shared some coy smiles and exchange a few words. When they changed from room, he put himself besides him and touch his shoulder after telling a joke. 

Some laughed, some rolled their eyes. 

Maybe he wasn’t as skillful as his friends, but Lance wasn’t an idiot either. If there was something Lance knew how to do, it was playing with people’s feelings.

The prince blushed, and he called it a victory.



I asked myself many times, “what if instead of Lotor manipulating Lance feelings, it was Lance who did the manipulating?”  and this came out. i may write more if people like this ???? and leave comments ???? idk love you all ♥  

Favorite Adam moments

It’s Adam Parrish’s birthday and since he’s a character that has made me bite my fingernails and yell at the page and grin like an idiot and maybe even get a moist eye or two (this despite being spoiled to his ending), here are some of my favorite Adam moments in (I think) chronological order:

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sum thoughts about beauty
  • beauty of the kind that women are expected to perform is innately, inherently harmful to us & works to alienate us from ourselves and our bodies, to force us to police ourselves, to make us waste time and money and energy (emotional and physical) trying to live up to a standard that we can be subjected to violence for failing to meet, and in many cases to physically restrict us and to cause us physical harm. it is not merely standards of beauty that must be challenged or redefined or expanded, but the very concept of beauty as something that women must live up to in order to be treated as vaguely worthwhile (useful / usable) must be eradicated in order for us to be able to truly + freely occupy our own bodies without anxiety, self-consciousness, self-hatred, and fear (n of course this entails eradicating patriarchy).
  • women need to be able + allowed to say that we are parsed as beautiful or as ugly as a means of describing our lived experiences with beauty and the ways in which we are treated, without being accused of being vain or of having low self-esteem, without anyone attempting to knock us down a peg or to comfort / reassure us–we need to be able to state facts about how the world receives + reacts to us without our words being misdirected or trivialised, as if our recognition of the reality our embodiment + how it affects us is necessarily connected to our sense of self-worth (as if our sense of self-worth must come from beauty), as if we are merely talking about how we feel about ourselves rather than trying to open a dialogue about how beauty works on us.
  • of course beauty’s impacts on our self-esteem are very real and cannot be ignored (see the earlier point about beauty alienating us from ourselves and forcing us to police ourselves), but to act as if the impacts of beauty are all in women’s minds, and to focus on women’s minds as the sole battleground on which a war against “beauty standards” is to be waged, serves only 1) to ignore how beauty is wielded against us externally in our everyday lives (those of us who are parsed as beautiful and those of us who aren’t); and 2) to ensnare us once more in the same trap from which we are trying to escape, in acting as if any specific beauty standard is the problem and all we need to do is to accept that this one thing about ourselves is beautiful–rather than problematising the idea that our worth (including our self-worth) should come from beauty (speaking, again, specifically of “beauty of the kind that women are expected to perform”) in the first place
  • obviously, the things that are considered beautiful in women, while constantly shifting, are more or less affixed to upper / middle class white cis (+ non-intersex) womanhood, and the reasons that certain women are considered “undesirable” (and therefore, in many ways, inhuman) are often heavily tied into racism (and, hugely, antiblackness & colourism), classism, transmisogyny, ableism, etc. (see, white women being considered “delicate” while brown & black women are masculinized due to histories of colonialism)
  • as such, women of colour & trans women (not to say that the two groups are either mutually exclusive or completely analogous) have extremely complex relationships with beauty, and this needs to be treated with nuance + with compassion. when you’ve been dehumanised for e.g. racialised aspects of your appearance, when you have a very real and visceral sense of how your race + gender are embodied, how they are being parsed as things that are inherently ugly and aberrant/abhorrent, and how those appellations (that is, ugly and abhorrent) feed into and become each other–and, not for nothing, but it is largely dark-skinned women and especially dark-skinned black women who are parsed this way–it is very tempting to look to beauty (meaning, the beauty reserved for upper / middle class white (cis) womanhood) for a sense of self-worth–but, again, while this may make us temporarily feel better, it does nothing to combat the harm that beauty does in the first place.
  • that being said, I do think that there is a way to declare that racialised features, e.g. dark skin, are beautiful without meaning beauty as in “beauty of the kind that women are expected to perform,” but rather, a kind of beauty that is perceived as innate and arises / is recognised and articulated in contradiction to and rebellion against racist & antiblack / misogynoiristic dehumanisation based on the inscription of race onto bodies–that is, not saying “this thing is worthwhile because it is beautiful, and therefore I am worthwhile because I am beautiful,” but rather, “this aspect of myself is beautiful because it is worthwhile, and because I am worthwhile, when I and people like me have been told that we are not worthwhile + have been oppressed through the inscription of race onto our bodies & the racialisation of these aspects of our bodies.” this kind of thing is, again, responding to a deeply felt knowledge of how race is embodied that I think we need to be given room to articulate.
Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.

let me talk a bit about my magical royal bangtan au

  • firstly jin, jungkook, and jimin are brothers/princes your kingdom
  • hoseok, namjoon, and taehyung are brothers/princes of the rival kingdom
  • yoongi is a high wizard, the last remaining of his bloodline because his parents gave him up to an orphanage when he was young to protect him from being hunted down by the crown which had declared a war on magic
  • yoongi doesn’t know where his parents are, but in the orphanage he was ridiculed for the spreading of a glowing purple rash that runs up his neck (a common, naturally occurring tattoo for wizards whose familiars are crows)
  • and at the age of eight he broke out using magic and learned to fend for himself, mostly from the black market of potion brewing which he used to sustain himself
  • up until now when he’s apprehended by the royal guards and he thinks he’s going to be like??? thrown in jail but jin explains to him that there’s an oracle loose in the country
  • an oracle that one of the princes has to marry to be able to see the future of the country through the power of eternal love (aka marriage)
  • and yoongi is like wELL how exactly am i supposed to help you with that??? and jin is like “don’t hide it.” and one of the guards tugs at yoongi’s long hood and when it drops the glowing purple tattoo is there
  • and yoongi’s staff which he disguised as a walking stick reacts to the exposed tattoo and shifts back into its original form, along with his crow familiar perched atop it
  • and jin is like “you’re a wizard, you can sniff out another magical aura can’t you?” and yoongi scoffs because like what the hell is in it for him and jin is like “jimin, bring the gold” and at that yoongi’s whole attitude changes because uh,,,,,,money,,,,,,,,,,,,,,YES PLEASE
  • and yoongi tries to reach out to touch it but jungkook unsheathes his sword and yoongi is like ok ok i got it ill find the oracle
  • and guess who the oracle is,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ITS YOU
  • you just???? don’t know it because your whole life you’ve spent it working for your families grocery store in town and you’re just???? an ordinary person who sells vegetables and fruits alongside your parents
  • but ,,,,,,,, you know,,,,,,sometimes you get dreams so vivid and realistic about future events and a war,,,,,,that might happen between the rival kingdom
  • and you just shrug it off as nightmares
  • but yoongi, he can sense it just by walking by you. there’s something magical, something different
  • and yoongi decides to disguise himself as one of the royal guards and he makes up some story about how the princes have ordered an obscene amount of pumpkins and your family is delighted to send you over with three huge boxes of them
  • but once you’re inside the palace, you get a weird feeling because,,,,,,,common people aren’t,,,,,,,,allowed in here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,like ,,,,,,,,,,,ever
  • and this story about pumpkins isn’t adding up and when you turn to ask yoongi whats going on,,,,he’s shapeshifted back into his normal form
  • and you see the tattoo, the piercing eyes and the huge black-wood staff and crow and you’re like oh S HI T
  • and you’re considering throwing a pumpkin at this dude and just making a RUN for it
  • but the doors in front of you open and you immediately have to drop to your knees because it’s the three noble princes of the kingdom
  • and jin goes “is this them?” and yoongi’s like “it’s the only person with any kind of magic in their aura. it has to be.”
  • and you’re like what the hell is going on,,,,magic is forbidden in this country
  • and that’s how you end up seated at a long table, the three princes and yoongi at one end and you at the other
  • and jin is trying to carefully explain the situation whilst jungkook keeps growling under his breath and yoongi whose shoving his face unapologetically with fancy food
  • jimin,,,,,,,tries to peak looks at you but is too shy if you lock eyes with him
  • and you’re like what,,,,,,wait,,,,,,marriage???????? to one of you???????
  • and jin is like “you can take some time to think about, not long though we need to be married to be able to see the full potential of your prophecies-”
  • but you’re like prophecies???????? im not magical????? sure i get weird dreams
  • and yoongi stops eating just to be like “dream, prophecy same thing.”
  • and you’re flabbergasted to say the least
  • and jin is trying his best to give you a smile, and jimin is like “sorry!!!!! you have to go through this!!!!!!” and jungkook keeps just toying with his sabers handle
  • and you’re like i,,,,,,,,can’t just,,,,,,
  • but jin gets up and makes his way across and takes your hand and he’s like “please, it’s for the sake of this country that we love.”
  • and basically the princes explain that you can live alongside them for a month and see which one of them is best suited to your taste
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,, wait is that like ill be dating three????of you?????
  • and jungkook is like “just pick jin, don’t waste time!” but jimin is like “jungkook,,,,,,we can’t just force them ok!!”
  • and you’re like what in the heck

–> Jin

  • he really likes being in the kitchen and learning from the world famous cooks that get hired,,,,,and it’s almost shocking to see him out of his white, elegant outfit and in an apron instead
  • is the oldest and takes care of jungkook and jimin more like his children than his brothers because his parents largely neglected them for their political life
  • so you always see jin internally worrying about his younger siblings and just wishing they’d behave (jungkook more than anything)
  • doesn’t really like fencing or rowing,,,,,,,,his favorite royal sport is archery and you once wake up to see him practicing early in the morning in the gardens and he looks so poised and collected,,,,,,,it’s enchanting
  • if you choose to spend more time with him he tries to teach you to shoot a bow and to do that he stands behind you, arms on your shoulders, than moving your waist to position you and his breathe against your ear
  • and jin is always excited when you talk about your job as a produce seller and he insists on buying from your family owned store even when the cooks are like uh,,,,,,,,we can import something from france-
  • but jin falls in love with your families food and you teach him how your parents taught you to peel potatoes prettily and make sure the cabbage is ripe enough to be fermented
  • and like,,,,,you fall for him largely because he actively engages with you and also he’s such a freakin flirt
  • like he’ll see you wandering around the big palace and say that you look lovely
  • or randomly compliment your voice, or your eyes, or the way you laugh
  • and it gets to your heart really fast,,,,,,,,,,,,

–> Jimin 

  • he’s not all that great at politics, the arguments and constant trickery get him really worked up and so he turns to jin for a lot of the guidance on actual affairs of the country
  • more than anything he loves the arts,,,,,,,,,everything from painting to singing to dancing to sculpting to writing,,,,,,,,,
  • he’s learned every instrument he’s ever been able to get his hands on and he has a teacher for every subject of art he could ever become interested in
  • and the crazy thing is that he really is talented,,,,,,,,,no matter what he tries to do. he draws beautifully, his voice is perfect for singing, and he even dancing like a professional it’s become an annual joy to watch his performances put on at the country national theater
  • but he’s also quite shy and flustered and you’re not sure how to approach him but out of everyone,,,,,,he seems really apologetic and guilty about you having to do this
  • and he tells you quietly once when you bump into each other at midnight in the halls that he wishes you didn’t have to force yourself to fall in love with one of them,,,,,love is something so free and so beautiful and it should happen naturally
  • and for a moment you wonder if maybe jimin knows what love is like,,,,,and how much it should be cherished,,,,but you don’t ask
  • although this talk does somehow make jimin a bit more comfortable around you 
  • like he starts asking you to join him for the tea together,,,,,,,and to maybe try your hand at sculpting with him or learning to play the violin since well you have a month to kill in this huge palace why not
  • but also,,,,,jimin is so attentive and affectionate. he becomes much more clingy the more comfortable he becomes and you notice with how suddenly he isn’t shy to kiss your hand or even touch your shoulder gently when you clumsily hold up the violin
  • and when jimin asks you to tell him about what it’s like to be surrounded by a family that loves and cares for you
  • he can only stare with wide eyes and a warmness when you tell him anecdotes of yourself and your parents
  • and you slowly realize that jimin didn’t get to experience this,,,,,,and that jimin really just wants unconditional love
  • and he’s so soft,,,,,,,he deserves it
  • and somehow you end up deciding that,,,,,,,,,,,you want to give it to him. that unconditional, real love

–> Jungkook

  • is interested in all the cool things he gets to do as a prince,,,,,,,,,,like learn how to sword fight from the country’s top knight and how to ride horseback in a flashy style 
  • and long story short he has no interest in the manners of a prince, the public eye on him and his “grace and elegance” or whatever that stuff is called
  • he wants to be heroic and brave, he wants to be a legend which is why he keeps jumping at all the chances to prove himself physically and jin always has to hold him back by the ear and be like “jungkook. sit down.”
  • likes collecting weapons and keeps insisting that jin let him get karate lessons from a real monk or something and jin is like jungkook. no you don’t need to know karate- jungkook: yES i d O,,,,,,,
  • he has absolutely zero interest in you at the beginning. like he sees you and is like “jin is amazing, marry him.” and you’re like uh,,,,,i don’t know him and jungkook shrugs like get to know him through marriage
  • and he seems to really dislike that yoongi guy and jungkook is like because wizards are historically always up to no good
  • and glances a look at you and is like “oracles don’t seem all that great either” and you wanna be like square up punk but he is the prince so you bite it back
  • until,,,,,,,,,,,,you figure out one day that jungkook absolutely sucks at juggling like out of all things,,,,,,,,the boy cannot juggle
  • and you know how to because out of boredom when you were working at your grocery you used to practice with apples or oranges 
  • and you do it one day to show jimin and jungkook is like “i can do that too” but lmao he CANT
  • and when he drops all the apples to the floor you and jimin are giving him smug smiles and jungkook is like jUST WAIT ILL PRACTICE AND BEAT YOU
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,, he can’t get the hang of it. and you offer to help him but he refuses point blank and you’re like ok whatever
  • until one day as you’re sitting at the window of the room you were given you hear a maid announce that prince jungkook is coming inside
  • and to your shock there he is,,,,,looking defeated and red in the ears and the butler beside him is holding a basket of apples and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,pl-please teach me how to,,,,,,,,,you know,,,”
  • and you can’t help but stifle a giggle and be like “juggle?” and he’s like gkhfdsaljgfs,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and so you decide why not whats there to lose and so you help jungkook learn the technique
  • and after a week he’s doing really well and he’s like “let me move on to juggling knives-” but you’re like no no nO 
  • and you can’t believe it but jungkook is laughing and having a good time with you
  • and he has such a cute way about him when he’s happy and not trying to put on that indifferent scowl
  • and it’s when you’re out walking through the stables and you see jungkook, forehead pressed to the nose of his horse saying goodnight to it that you figure hey,,,,,,he’s actually Soft isn’t he
  • and jungkook spots you and is like YOU SAW NOTHING,,,,but you’re like i saw everything and it was adorable
  • and jungkook is like “don’t call me adorable. you’re adorable!!!!! not me!!!!” and you’re like woah did you just compliment ???? me ????? in a roundabout way
  • and jungkook flushes red and is like uh,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,,i guess,,,,,i don’t know,,,,,,,,,,you’re cute,,,,,,,ive never felt this before,,,,,,,,help me,,,,,,
  • you: do you still want me to marry jin?
  • jungkook: no,,,,,,,,,,,,,id have to challenge him to a duel if that happened

—> Yoongi

  • is planning on just leaving you with the princes and being on his merry way,,,,,but then he realizes,,,,,,,,,what in the world is he doing giving someone who can predict the future up to a bunch of royals who killed off his bloodline
  • but he knows he can’t just snatch you away again so he decides instead that he’ll stick around and see which prince you choose and then maybe he can take it from there
  • but also,,,,, ever since he brought you to the palace his familiar has been acting weird. like the crow has become ,,,,,,, interested in you and it usually never care for other humans beside yoongi
  • and it takes yoongi quite some time until you pull out from your pockets pumpkin seeds and the crow swoops down from its perch on yoongi’s staff and to sit on your forearm as it pecks away at the food
  • and the three princes are shooing the crow off and yoongi has to catch his familiar and hold it under his cloak 
  • and that night when he’s going back from the palace his familiar won’t stop cawing and it’s annoying him and he’s like “FINE we’ll go back to see them”
  • and to your utter surprise you find yoongi sitting on the balcony outside your window and you’re like “why are you back here???”
  • and yoongi, obviously trying to play it cool is like, “because i,,,,,,,,wanted to see how you’re doing.” and you’re like “i,,,,,,,,,feel really weird and uncomfy,”
  • and yoongi is like dammit ok time to pretend to show feelings and goes “i know it’s scary, but the country-”
  • but he notices you’re not listening and instead looking at his neck and he’s like “what?” and your like “your tattoo is so pretty,,,,,,is it magical?? ive never seen glowing purple ink”
  • and yoongi quickly puts his hand over it and is like “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” and you’re like “im not, im just saying it’s really nice to look at.”
  • and yoongi suddenly forgets that he’s supposed to be pretending and he’s like “really? most people think it looks like some kind of disease.” and you’re like “what? no it kinda looks like a little nebula on your skin”
  • the description catches yoongi off guard and he’s like “i should get going,,,,” but before he leaves you ask if he’ll come again and yoongi hesitates but nods
  • and every night yoongi is waiting there on your balcony and he asks which prince you’re interested in and you’re like none of them really and you guys talk more and yoongi can’t believe it 
  • like it might be the fact that you have magic in you like he does ,,,,,,,, but you’re the first person he’s ever had to talk to,,,,,,,, and it feels nice
  • yoongi shows you that his staff can transform into a broom and that’s how he flies up to the balcony and you’re like “flying sounds so fun,,,”
  • and yoongi is like “ill show you, come here” and you, rather fearlessly, get on the broom with him and wrap your hands around his waist
  • and yoongi would turn red ,,,,,,, which he does but it looks even cuter because the tattoo starts to flash and you’re like huh whys that and yoongi is like igNORE it,,,,,,,,
  • and he takes you for a fly around the palace and you can see the lights from the village and all across the country’s mountains
  • and you’re like “this is so amazing!!!!!!” and yoongi smirks to himself because,,,,,,,,,,,ok he’s totally having fun showing off his flying skills right now (even though he won’t admit it)
  • and yoongi comes to terms that his familiar wasn’t acting all that weird the day he dropped you off with the princes, tbh he was looking for an excuse to go back and see you
  • and when the month is up and it’s the night before your marriage yoongi can’t hold back and he goes “run away with me. i can get us out of this country,,,,,,,,,,,,i can’t leave you and your magic in the hands of,,,,,,,those people”
  • and he isn’t even thinking about your powers as something he can sell anymore, he’s thinking about you,,,,,,,as the person beside him,,,,,,,as someone he wants to protect
  • and you’re nervous because ,,,,,, this country needs you right????? but yoongi is living proof that this country hurts those who harbor magic
  • which is why you take his hand and yoongi gets you on his broom and he throws his hood over your shoulders since the night sky is cold
  • and you to vanish from that country,,,,,,,together,,,,,,,,,,to start somewhere new

note: this is super corny im sorry it’s just something ive thought about for ages and could ramble on about because ive made this au so detailed in my mind LOL,,,,,,,,,should i do hoseok + taehyung + namjoon because they actually do fit into this plot but i don’t know if you guys will like this au enough to wanna read about them,,,,,,,,,,,,,anyway!!!!! i hope you enjoyed

Substituting with “anything” (a quartz and rosemary-inspired rant)

Apparently this is the month of me sticking my foot in places I’ll likely regret. But I feel like this really damages the learning process for a lot of witches and needs addressing. So today I’d like to talk about this thing being told to new witches way too often: that they can use “anything” as a substitution if they don’t have X ingredient for, say, a spell jar or whatever.

Can I just say, as someone whose practice focuses heavily on herbal work, how crazy that makes me?

I am not saying spells are set in stone and substitutions can’t be made. They totally can be.

I am not saying that this here fancy spell with all these fancy, expensive ingredients can’t have a more accessible re-working done with more common ingredients. It probably can.

I am all about making spells work for less money, less time, and less privileged people. You tell me what you’ve got in your kitchen and yard, and I will help you find a way to make that into any-damn-thing you please.

I am not all about the elite-extra-special “old way” or some dead guy’s mandates on how to witch.

But when I see, “just use quartz/rosemary instead” as the generic advice for EVERYTHING, no matter what the missing component in question is, it makes me crazy.

What’s the purpose of using ingredient-based spells? No, not just for the aesthetic™. It’s to reduce the energy load on you by replacing it with stuff that ALREADY HAS a given energy, or focus.

So if you remove it and just stick a generic energy booster in there, what’s going to happen?

One of two things:

1. The spell doesn’t work as intended, because you took off a wheel and put a rocket where it used to be.

2. The spell does work as intended, but I’m willing to bet you feel the exact same drain you would have felt if you’d just done energy work… because that’s probably what you did (and a lot of people don’t realize that isn’t supposed to happen).

So while I’m not saying that you’re wrong and your spell didn’t work regardless of whatever generic substitutions you made, I am going to say that if that’s true, I wonder if you’re wasting a lot of materials in your practice.

The purpose of spell ingredients is to use the properties of the ingredient in order to add a specific energy to the spell, which reduces the burden on you to supply that specific energy, and to have highly consistent focus while doing so. If your spell calls for valerian, then there is something about valerian itself that is aiding the spell. You can’t simply swap it with cayenne and expect to get the same results. There are definitely things you COULD swap it with because they have similar properties, but not absolutely anything.

If you can swap the valerian with literally anything and get the same results, that likely means you are not actually using the valerian to help you cast the spell. You’re simply using your own energy and the herbs are set dressing.

And there’s most certainly nothing wrong with being adept at pure energy work. That’s a great skill to have as a witch. But it sure is a waste of herbs if you’re not actually using them, eh? I mean, a lot of these herbs we use aren’t cheap or readily available.

Why not just get rid of the set dressing and save yourself time and money and just do energy work? Or if you like your set dressing, use tools meant to amplify energy work, like a wand or a staff or something?

Also, I think there’s a certain level of damage being done when we tell witches who are trying to learn herbal work that anything is just the same as anything else and none of it matters.

The magical uses of herbs are often tied to their mundane uses. Let’s remember: cunning craft was the mother of medicine. To this very day, the magical uses of many herbs are tied to their physical affects. Even when they aren’t, they’re often a sort of hypersigil, and they’ve gained those associations through dozens or even hundreds of years of thousands or millions of people all imbuing them with the same purpose and energy. Most correspondences have a biological reasoning behind them, or have been basically sigilized by being used the same way thousands of times.

Exceptions and personal correspondences are a thing; I have a few myself. But these tend to be herbs that have been highly significant in my own life over a long period of time, and have consequently become a sort of personal sigil, as opposed to the cultural sigil of most broader correspondences. My personal correspondences tend to be things I have history with (even if it’s mundane), not just literally anything. Basically, I’ve overridden the cultural sigilization, by writing over it with my own over time. But that’s an exception.

It makes it impossible to learn herbal work – which is a totally different skill from energy work – if you’re proposing that none of it actually matters and it all works the same anyway. And furthermore, it’s pretty discouraging if a witch tries that, and then their spell fails, which I see with some regularity.

Witches read that they can replace “anything” with quartz or rosemary, and then they come back and say their spell is doing all kinds of weird stuff it shouldn’t be doing.

Well, I’m not surprised. The original ingredient was there to give the spell a specific property, and then someone told them to replace it with a neutral energy booster and not do anything to replace the loss of that specific property, or control all the unprogrammed energy.

So, the result is going to be a high-powered bouncy ball of a spell that just pings around doing random shit and putting holes in the wall. Because they didn’t give it anything except energy with no focus. Because you can’t just replace “anything” with quartz or rosemary.

That tripped me up for a while, as someone who relies a lot on tools. I’m an empath, and like a lot of drain-prone people, I find using ingredients helps reduce how drained I get by casting spells. Becoming adept at herbal work was really important for me to be able to cast at all with any consistency. I can DO energy work, but I don’t always wanna wind up spending the next day in bed, and that’s where tools help me.

It’s not very helpful to just say “replace it with anything.” That’s not how herb magic works.

Substitution can be done in most cases. But if you’re gonna remove a wheel, you need to add a different one that’s compatible with the car, not just strap a rocket to the axle.

So, long story short: I really wish people would stop saying you can substitute with “anything.” While I get that the intention is to try to make the craft more accessible, it just impedes people from learning how to do it with stuff that’s ACTUALLY accessible. I mean, what’s inaccessible about the stuff most people have in their kitchen? You can substitute for a lot with that!

While it is completely true that you don’t need ingredients to do a spell, it is also true that if you’re going to use ingredients, they matter. If they didn’t matter there’d be no point to using them.

If you find that you can substitute with “anything” and get the same results no matter what, then I think I can save you some time and money: just get an energy working tool instead!

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Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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That what friends are for - Peter Hale x Reader

Originally posted by nudev


Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!
Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!
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You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.

****

The next day as you were walking out of school you saw Peter and Derek stood by your car. You sighed and made my way over to them cautiously.

“What are you doing here?” I grunted as I threw my bag into my passenger seat. I took a look at Peter and he smiled softly making you blush slightly.

You’ve had a developed a crush on peter not long after the Darach. Well it was more than a crush because not only did you like him, your body craved him so badly it hurt but who wouldn’t have you seen that man you thought. Derek turn to you with a confused face.

“I have a personal question to ask?” Derek asked nervously making you brows furrow, you blush soon forgotten. You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to elaborate.

“What is NSFW? Cora got a notification through to her phone but there was one of them hashtag thing saying NSFW and when I tried to open it she freaked out and ran up to her room.” Derek genuinely looked concerned but Peter had a smug smirk on his face. Your jaw drop and your eyes blew wide as you tried to stutter out a lie but you knew he’d call me out on it.

“I-I think that something you should ask one of the boys. Like Stiles or Scott…” You swallowed and looked over at Peter and blushed, ducking your head before he could see.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Derek asked confused.

“Google it.” You huffed hiding your face behind your school books. You looked over the top of the books to see Derek with his phone out. OH MY GOD! You scream internally.

“YOUR GOOGLING IT NOW!?” You screeched your face turning a deeper shade of red, you dropped your books letting out a squeak.

“Why wouldn’t I? I need to kn-Is that porn?” Derek’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone, Peter started laughing making Derek growl.

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question it was a fact.

“I may be old but I know what Tumblr is. Half of that site is pure filth.” Peter chuckled, his eyes drifting to you before smirking.

“If you knew why didn’t you tell me?” Derek snapped angrily.

“Because it was more fun this way.” Peter laughed as Derek stormed off to the Camaro, he turned to you then walked closer. He stopped directly in front of you when he bent down, his denim clad ass resting on the back of his heels. He looked up at you as he grabbed your books, he was right in front of your pussy probably able to smell the arousal rolling off you. You blushed and bit your lip as he slowly stood up so he was almost chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward his lips brushing against your ear.

“See you later Y/N.” He whispered softly before handing your books to you and walking off.

You still hadn’t moved from your position, your legs felt weak. You could feel how he had affected you the evidence slowly soaking into your underwear. You let out a breath after five minute trying to calm myself down. He affected you in ways you’d never experienced, yet he hadn’t even done anything to you.

****

After getting home you decided to invited Lydia, Allison and Erica round for a sleep over. After turning 18 you left foster care and decided to buy a house with the money your deceased parents left you. It came in handy when the pack need a place to hang or plan for upcoming battles because there were no parents to deal with. Plus it made pack sleep overs easier. You ordered 2 large pizza’s and made sure you had popcorn and ice cream before hearing the door open and a bunch of chatter.

“So what was the reason for this ESR?” Lydia pursed her lips waiting for your response. ESR meant Emergency Sleepover Required. You guys had this code for whenever you needed each other.

“Peter Hale.” You huffed throwing myself on your king sized bed.

“You still haven’t made your move?” Erica laughed before flopping down next to you.

“He’s the sexy older bad boy! So no moves will ever be made.” You whined rolling over so you were on your back.

“What happened anyway?” Allison asked and she sat next to you.

“Derek came to asked me what NSFW meant. Peter was there and he knew exactly what it meant but didn’t speak up! God it was so embarrassing then he picked up my books that I dropped like a klutz but while he was down there, I almost died because he was about 15cm away from my goddam vagina!! When he started getting up he did it so slowly, I had dirty images flashing all up in my head! Then he whispered in my ear and I practically came in my pants!” You exclaimed my face flushed slightly as you spoke.

“Intense.” Lydia nodded, as she brushed through her hair.

“Seduce him.” Out of everyone you did not expect Allison to come out with this sentence and by the shocked faces neither did Erica or Lydia. You sent her with a questioning glance waiting for her to continue.

“Give yourself a makeover and seduce him.” Allison grinned her dimples appearing slowly.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. We could go shopping tomorrow!” Lydia added excitedly, her face glowing at the thought of shopping. Erica nodded in agreement before you sighed.

“Fine! Now enough about sexy older men! Pizza will be here soon.” You giggled and made your way downstairs.

For the rest of the night we enjoyed movies and ate to our hearts content. We gossiped about the boys and went to bed at quite early. When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for coffee at Starbucks before we went shopping.

You linked arms with Allison and Lydia did the same with Erica as you all made your way over to the first store. Coffee and credit cards in hand. Before long you had your arms filled with clothes to try on. You giggled as you made your way to the dressing room.

Your first outfit consisted of a suede, nude pink miniskirt, an off the shoulder white bodysuit and plain white peep toe heels.

You walked out and Erica wolf whistled at you making you chuckle. You did a little spin and Lydia looked at you as if something wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You need jewels.” Lydia finally spoke as she stood up and went to look at the jewellery section.

“A choker. Peter seem like the type to get turned on by something like that.” Erica snorted sarcastically before picking up a golden choker that curved round your neck but didn’t fasten. It also had a few gems in the middle making it look more feminine

“Oh yeah perfect! Next!” Lydia snapped clicking her fingers at you. You laughed and tried on the rest of the outfits by the time the last one came around you was tired but happy. You looked down at the last outfit and grinned. This was the one you had been looking forward to trying on since you started shopping. It was a pair of denim high waist skinnies, a long sleeved low cut black body suit, a maroon handbag and black ankle boots.

You wandered out the stall with a grin on your face the girls complimented you and told me you should wear this outfit today, you nodded and paid for everything. You linked with Erica and walked to the hairdressers. You told Lydia your hair was fine but she insisted on get a few high lights since it was summer. She also paid to get your makeup done making you sigh. You just hoped this worked otherwise all this money will have been wasted. Not that you don’t have money to blow but still as an ex foster child you know how hard life can be.

You looked at your freshly cut, washed and blow dried hair which had also been straightened, it looked nice your Y/H/C now felt brighter. You looked at your makeup, on your lips you wore a matte lipstick that was a similar color to your bag, and your eyes were a metallic brown in a smoky effect. It was all very dark but it looked perfect with your outfit.

“I called the boys and told them to meet us for lunch.” Lydia stated as you left the salon.

“Who’s coming?” You asked as you played with the ends of your freshly cut hair.

“Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Boyd, Derek, Isaac and Liam. Cory and Mason are on a date so they politely declined.” Lydia grinned then continued gushing on how cute mason and Cory were. You smiled as you saw the large table that contained the boys.

You sat down across from Stiles who was gawking, when you looked at the other boys they were gawking to except Derek, who just had wide eyes. You looked at Lydia with a panicked look thinking you looked bad. Before Lydia could open her mouth Stiles spoke up.

“I think I just popped a boner.” Everyone started laughing and you blushed slightly but chuckled as well. Derek glared at Stiles who quickly sat up straight.

“I mean…I love you Derek.” He grinned cheekily, before kissing Derek’s cheek telling him he was joking.

“Aww you guys are so cute!” You gushed resting your head on your hands. Derek blushed and mumbled something about not being cute. As each person looked at the menus you heard a throat clear making you look up to see Peter stood behind Derek. You blushed and looked back at your menu. You felt Allison nudge your knee with hers making you look at her. She motioned for you to sit up straight. You did as you were told and crossed my legs as you did so.

“Would you like to sit here Peter?” Allison asked politely as she got up to move.

“Thank you Allison.” Peter smirked and strolled over to the seat to your right. He sat down, his arms brushing against mine making you shiver involuntarily.

“You look nice Y/N.” He smirked down at you, his head resting on his left hand as he looked you up and down hungrily. Your thighs clenched as his voice reached your ears, shifting in your seat you looked at Erica for any kind of help. She smirked and motioned to your lips. You were confused at first but she bit her lips for emphasis making you nod lightly. You softly tucked my hair behind your ear and looked up at Peter.

“Thank you Peter.” You responded, your tone mildly flirty. You let out a soft giggle biting your lip lightly. His eyes immediately went to your lips, you watched as his jaw clenched his eyes narrowing slightly. You looked back to your menu before glancing up at Stiles who was smirking at you knowingly, you flushed and stared at him as he motioned to his phone. To anyone else it looked like he was just tapping his nails against his phone. You picked up my phone and looked at the new text you had.

Stile : In about five minute move your hair to left.

Me : Why

Stiles : Peter has a neck fetish.

Me : Not sure I wanna know how you know that. But Thanks babe.

You waited about five minutes after you ordered and moved your hair over your left shoulder and continued to Derek about how school. You glanced at Stiles whose eyes were presumably on Peter. He nearly laughed but quickly covered it up with cough. He looked at me and nodded slightly you giggled making Isaac and Derek look up at you. You quickly covered your mouth lightly. Making sure you didn’t smudge your lipstick.

“You know what I don’t wanna know.” Derek grunted before looking to the waiter who was slowly bringing out everyones food. You were halfway through your pasta salad when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and looked at the new text.

Derek : ‘Accidentally’ bump your foot against his leg.

Derek : And if you ever tell anyone I gave you help on how to seduce my uncle I’ll rip your throat out…with my teeth.

You grinned at the texts and shot a moody looking Derek a thankful smile. He nodded and went back to eating as he listened to Stiles. You continued eating, when you all ordered coffee and cake you glanced at Peter who was talking to Jackson about something. You tuned in to the conversation and waited for the perfect opportunity.

“Yes but basketball is a man’s sport. Lacrosse…not so much.” Peter said as he drank his coffee.

“Yeah whatever older man.” Jackson snorted before kissing Lydia’s temple.

“I’m not th-” He didn’t finish his sentence because you brushed your foot against his calf. You continued to talk to Isaac about the new movie he wanted to see.

“You’re not what?” Jackson chuckled as he drank if iced coffee.

“He was going to say he’s not that old.” You smirked as you turned to the boys.

“Yes. I was.” He responded stiffly as your foot ran up his calf.

After dinner you all made our way to the parking lot, the girls and you got to Lydia’s car but you were stopped by a strained voice.

“I’ll drive Y/N home girls.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed at you not waiting for the girls to respond he walked over to his car. You followed after looking back at the smirking girls. You stopped at the car as Peter open the door for you. You smiled at him, thank him before getting into the car. The ride was silent and it crossed your mind that maybe your plan hadn’t worked. You looked out the window contemplating what went wrong by the time you arrived at yours, you had lost all your confidence. You plucked up the last bit of courage and turn to Peter who had dutifully walked you to your door.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” You asked softly trying to appear confident. Peter nodded and followed you in but as soon as the door closed behind him you were thrown against it.

“Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me?” Peter growled, his nose touching yours. His lips less than 2 inches away, you stared at him wide eyed before realising your plan did work. You bit your lip letting out a little giggle.

“Oh this is funny is it?” He whispered against your lips, you shivered slightly but maintained your smile. You nodded and looked up at him through your lashes seductively.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His body pressed against yours as his left hand made its way around your waist. You gasped as he spun you round. You reached out your hands automatically slamming against the door. He gripped your hips tightly pulling you against his apparently rock hard dick. You whimpered and pushed back into him. He groaned softly before moving his right hand up your torso agonizingly slow.

“P-Peter please…” You pleaded grinding you ass against his member.

“Please what baby? What does my little seductive Kitten want?” He whispered in your ear making you shiver. You leaned your head against his chest and spoke.

“Bed..” You moaned as his hands ghosted across your breasts before quickly continuing to your neck.

He turned you round and picked you up wrapping your legs around him. You looked into his eyes before smashing your lips against his. Your body melted against his as he licked and bit at your lips slowly working his tongue past your teeth. He explored every crease of your mouth, you were enjoying the kiss that much you barely registered you were on my bed. He pinned your hands above your head, working his way down your neck kissing and biting his way down to your breasts. He moved the material out the way and kissed your uncovered nipple before circling his tongue round it. You let out a soft moan as he moved his attention to the other, you dug your nails into his shoulders making him growl.

“Peter please…T-Too many clothes…” You whimpered clawing at his top.

“Okay Kitten let’s get rid of these clothes.” Peter responded softly trying to sooth you. After he removed both your clothes he stood and stared down at you, prompting you to quickly cover your pussy, embarrassed by the staring. Peter crawled onto the bed and eased your hands away.

“You’re beautiful Kitten you don’t need to hide anything from me.” He reassured and began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to my bare pussy. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across me causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.

“God you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began attack your pussy with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back my moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god…P-Peter Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hand making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.

“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to fuck your orgasm out of you Kitten?” He whispered against your pussy making your back arch slightly.

“W-Want you to fuck it out of me…P-Please?” I knew I sound desperate begging like a child who wanted more candy but I had waited too long for this to happen.

“Okay baby don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, he made his way to his jeans and took out his wallet. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he look at you uncertain for a second.

“I’m on the pill…I-I wanna feel a-all of you…” You bit my lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.

“Okay Kitten…I want you to tell me it I get to rough okay. I don’t wanna hurt you.” However the idea of Peter getting rough only served to turn you on more but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he fisted his cock. Dear god he was big at least 9 inches, it made you wonder if he would fit.

He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little sob thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute I felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.

“S-Shit Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.

“Jesus Kitten you feel so good.” Peter added his jaw clench it restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust before faster.

“Oh s-shit! Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Peter’s eyes.

“P-Peter…so close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“M-Me too Kitten.” He panted softly his right hand intertwining with yours, he leant down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.

“Cum for me Kitten.” Everything unravelled, his name leaving your lips as you fell over the edge.

“Fuck…Y/N!” Peter growled into your ear as he followed moments after.

After a few minutes of panting and gathering ourselves Peter pulled out and got off the bed and grabbed his boxers. You looked over at him realising he was about to leave, your eyes starting watering, a tiny barely audible whine escaped your lips which made him turn round faster than you’d ever seen him move. He looked at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey, baby what the matter?” He questioned urgently his voice softer than you’d ever heard. He got back onto the bed and took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears.

“Y-You’re leaving…” I sniffled.

“Woah Y/N I’m not leaving honey. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up then get you a drink.” He said softly making you look him into his eyes.

“R-Really?” You asked hopefully trying to blink the tears away.

“I promise now wait here and I’ll be back okay.” He kissed your lips softly before moving and going to get what he needed.

After he’d wiped to down and given you a drink of water he rummaged through your drawers and found you a pair of comfortable undies then passed them too you along with the V neck he was wearing before. You smiled softly as he got into bed and pulled your body against his. You stared out the window at the stars.

“Goodnight Kitten.” You heard Peter whispered behind your ear.

“Night Peter.” You responded before letting your eyes drift closed happier than you’d been in forever,

That’s what Friends are for.

3 Billion Dollars - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by shadowtina

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: Fluffy with a hint of angst in this one

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

A/N: This is the first story I’m posting on Tumblr! I hope you like it! I will always take requests if you wanna send me any. Anyways please enjoy! 

PS: This is just part 1 and it maybe kinda slow.

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~ Admin Brooklyn

“What are we going to do?” Your mother whisper quietly to her husband. Her disappointment in your father was clear, as her face framed her emotions, all of them ranging from anger and frustration to anxiety and worry.

“I don’t know, but I’m so sorry.” Your dad said, remorse filling his voice. “I’m sorry. I’ve should’ve found a better way. I could’ve-”

“Are they coming?” Your mother cut him off, igniting a new problem in their minds.

“I don’t know. They didn’t say they would.” Your father said. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed through the house. Little three-year-old you smiled and ran towards the door.

“Mommy, Mommy someone’s here!” You giggled joyfully. As you stood in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Your mother picked you up and carried you away from the front door.

“Sweetheart, (Y/N), go play in your room please.” You looked at your mother with wide eyes and nodded your head. She carefully set you down and you headed towards your room. Your mother watched as you climbed the steps and went to your room. The sound of the doorbell broke her trance. She looked at the door with panic and fear as she turned the knob. She plastered a smile on her face as the door swung open.

Her smile dropped as her visitor sprouted a malicious one. Before her stood Mr. Kwon, a high class mafia boss, one of the richest men in the world, and the man your father owes more than 3 billion dollars too.

“Hello. You must be (Y/M/N). I’m sure your know who I am.” He said. His voice was smooth and sharp, like a knife. He was older than what his appearance said, although a few grey hairs had threatened show. He had cunning cat-like eyes and thin lips. He was surrounded by men, all covered in dark clothing, except a little boy whom wore red and clinged to Mr. Kwon’s legs. He had big round cheeks and short jet black hair with dark brown eyes. He couldn’t be older than five. Your father walked up to your mother and gave Mr. Kwon a loose awkward smile.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” He said his voice wavering. “Please come in.”

Mr. Kwon gave him a curt nod, a devilish smile plastered on his face. Mr. Kwon held the little boy’s free hand, the boy’s other hand was occupied by a bright red gift bag. Mr. Kwon lead the little boy inside, then followed by all the men around him.

“Thank you for inviting us. Who knows what would happen if you didn’t.” Mr. Kwon said. He took off his shoes then turned towards the little boy to help. His shoes already off and neatly set together on the mat holding other shoes. You mom and dad led the way towards your kitchen. Mr. Kwon sat down and pulled the boy closer to him.”This is my son Ji Yong. He seemed lonely, and I’ve heard that you have a daughter.”

At his words your mom and dad shot up, terrified about Mr. Kwon’s plans. Young Ji Yong clutched the gift bag to his chest. Mr. Kwon smiled at their fear, his eyes scanning over your parents. “Why don’t you call her over?”

His request sent chills up your mother’s spine. She frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but your father stopped her. She glared at him, until he nudged her, hinting at how the men around them were reaching for their guns. Ji Yong started at your mother watching her first instinct to defy his father.

“(Y/N), come down here please.” Your father called stiffly. Ji Yong watched your parents carefully, his gaze then switching to the men that came with them. The men listened to his father out of respect, while your parents listened out of fear. Ji Yong sometimes envied the control that his father had. Ji Yong looked up at his father, who looked down and smiled fondly at him. Little footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs at an uneven, yet steady pace. You walked towards the kitchen, a smile on your face. As you stepped into the kitchen, your smile fell. You looked at mom and a small smile formed on your face as you ran to her. You eyed the men in the room, your innocent eyes staring out of curiosity, as you hid behind your mother’s legs.

“Hi there. You must be (Y/N).” Mr. Kwon said. Your parents grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer to them. You made eye contact with Mr. Kwon, who looked at you expectantly. You nodded your head then looked at the floor. Mr. Kwon chuckled at your cuteness and guided Ji Yong so he stands in front of him. Ji Yong was staring at you, watching you in curiosity. You didn’t seem afraid, just shy.

“This is my son Ji Yong. He came to play with you (Y/N).” Mr. Kwon said. Your head shot up, eyes wide. You’ve never had someone to play with before. Ji Yong smiled at you and you stepped away from your mother. Her grip on your shoulders tightened as she pulled you back to her. The men in black were quick to react as their hands went to their belts, grabbing their weapons.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down. We’re trying to make friends. Isn’t that right (Y/L/N)?” Mr. Kwon’s taunting smile threatened your mother and father. You watched the men as their hands backed away slowly from their guns. Your father pried your mother’s hands off your shoulders. Ji Yong stepped towards you as you walked away from your mother and towards him.

“Hi there.” Ji Yong said softly. His voice was quiet, but reached your ears softly. You gave him a shy wave and looked at him with wide curious eyes. He smile softly and stepped closer to you.

“(Y/N), can you take Ji Yong to play up in your room? I need to talk to your parents.” Mr. Kwon’s voice asked. His voice very calm and relaxed, while your parents quivred in fear. You nodded your head and walked towards Ji Yong, grabbing his hand in your tiny one.

“Come on.” You said quietly, still feeling slightly shy. You were happy to play with somebody, but that doesn’t mean you knew them. Your parent’s had always said to never trust a stranger, and you still didn’t know anything about Ji Yong, except for his name. You lead him away from the kitchen and towards the stairs leading to the upper level of the house. Ji Yong’s hand was able to wrap around yours easily, almost engulfing your tiny one. The red gift bag made crinkling noises as he walked up stairs with you guiding him up and out.

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Your parents watched Mr. Kwon, his venomous smile ready to unleash his hidden plan that would soon haunt them. Everyone could hear the footsteps as they reached the top of the steps, as well as the rustling the gift bag made as Ji Yong climbed the steps. It wasn’t until the squeaking of your door, followed by the sound of it shutting, did Mr. Kwon finally say something.

“You’re in quite the pickle aren’t you (Y/L/N)?” Mr. Kwon said, getting up from his seat and stalking his way towards the refrigerator. He opened it carelessly and grabbed a drink. “Three billion dollars. That’s a lot of money. Not to mention the men, and the time I lost without that money. You sir, owe me a lot in order to compensate what I lost.”

“It’s okay though, I’ve decided there are a few things we could do to fix your little problem.” Mr. Kwon had them and he knew it. The way your father’s eyes lit up, but at the same time your mother’s skeptical eyes glared, preparing for what he had planned for her family.

“Your daughter is wonderful, by the way. She seems very shy, yet I think she’ll be very independent.” Your mother narrowed her eyes at him. Mr. Kwon just smirked, happy that he was able to get some reaction out of her. He loved seeing how people tried to defy him, like they would have a chance to prove him wrong, especially when he had the power to be right.

“Stay away from my daughter. She has nothing to do with this.” Your mother said. The men around them reached for their guns, but made no effort to aim them.

“Sweetheart you are in no position to be making orders. Your husband here, has wasted a lot of my money, my time, and my men. You must know how valuable money is. Things always seem to be more expensive when you have kids, don’t they.” Mr. Kwon paused, taking a sip of his drink. His pause went on a little longer, not only for dramatic effect,  but he wanted to watch as fear sunk into your mother’s eyes. “I just want to make sure I have what I need to solidify my child’s future.”

“What do you mean?” Your father asked cautiously. Mr. Kwon malicious smile appeared once again. He stayed quiet until he heard what he had been waiting for. The house seemed to echo your screams soon followed by a quieter, more joyful fit of giggles. Your parents faces fell containing their horror and shock.

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You smiled and clung to Ji Yong as he giggled and smiled. You had been playing together for quite sometime, enjoy each other’s company, well at least you were. After you had gotten to your room he had given you his gift. The shiny red bag with the red and white tissue paper preventing you from seeing to the gift. Ji Yong watched as you unwrapped the gift slowly but surely making your way to the object his father picked out for you. Ji Yong knew what was going on down stairs. He already knew the ultimatum his father would be giving your parents in a minute. He knew what his father had planned for his future, and Ji Yong trusted his father enough to let him take control. So he sat back and watched your eyes light up with joy as you pulled out a fuzzy deep blue blanket that held another item. Along with the blanket was a stuffed dog, a blue ribbon acting as a small collar. You pulled the blanket around you and held onto the dog, creating a small tent just for yourself.

“Do you like it?” Ji Yong asked. You smile and nodded happily.

“Thank you.” You said sweetly. Ji Yong gave you his wide smile and scooted closer to you. “Wanna help me make a fort?”

After a few minutes of setting up, Ji Yong pushing chairs and pillows, and you sitting with blankets directing him where things should go, the fort was done and filled with all your stuffed animals. Ji Yong crawled his way into the fort, making you giggle as he commando crawled. You scooted over to make room for him, only to run into Miss Cupcake, your stuffed unicorn, causing you to sit on her hind legs due to the lack of space. He smiled at you and grabbed a storybook, showing off his skill of reading to you. Although the few words he skipped caused rifts in the story, you enjoyed the effort he made and soon you two started playing games.

Half way through the game of hide and seek in your room (which didn’t last two round thanks to Miss Cupcake being a tattle tale). Ji Yong had found you in your closet and scared you by tickling your sides causing you to scream. You fell over on top of him in a fit of giggles and kept rolling until his torture ended. By then he was smiling and you were a fit of giggles. Ji Yong would just smile at you and you couldn’t stop laughing.

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“You are not going to take my daughter away from me and give her away like some prize.” Your mother growled at Mr. Kwon. He raised his eyebrow in amusement as the men around them pulled out their guns and aimed them at your mother. Your father pulled her closer to him and held her tightly against his chest. Calming down, her growling of ungodly words had settled to a glare as Mr. Kwon casually sipped his drink. Your giggles still echoing in the house.

“You see, I planned to let her live with you. Let you raise her, teach her what she’ll need to know, until Ji Yong can take my spot. Then she’ll become apart of the mafia world, alongside my son. Or we can continue this, let you struggle and fight to save your only daughter. Which will end up with both of you dead on the floor, and (Y/N) an orphan. I guess we’ll just have to take her in early then. So your choice (Y/L/N), now or later.” Mr. Kwon stood patiently waiting for their answer. Your mother calmed down, but her glare was steady. The men lowered their weapons as your mother nodded her head and Mr. Kwon smiled at his victory.

“Good choice.” Mr. Kwon was cut off by hurried foot steps and the sound of giggling. You ran into the kitchen, the fuzzy blue blanket still wrapped around you. You hid behind your mother’s legs, your giggling dying down. Ji Yong ran to catch up with you and caught you in the kitchen. Your giggles grew back to life again and you ran away from your mother and towards Mr. Kwon. You hid behind his legs, until he picked you up.

“Do you like your gift (Y/N)?” He asked sweetly. You nodded your head shyly and buried yourself in the blanket more.

“She’s still shy around you dad.” Ji Yong said. Mr. Kwon looked down at Ji Yong and smiled. He set you down carefully then smiled at your parents. They watched in horror as you giggle playfully with Ji Yong, him tickling you as you fell onto the floor again.

“This has been wonderful, but we must get going Ji Yong, you have to get to bed soon.” Mr. Kwon said, a knowing smile on his face. A whine sounded from both you and Ji Yong as you two stopped playing. Ji Yong helped you up and then sent a smile your way. You couldn’t help but giggle as you covered his head with the blanket once more. He smiled at you then pulled away and looked up at his father. Mr. Kwon guided Ji Yong towards his shoes and got ready to leave, with you trailing behind them silently. You gave Ji Yong one last smile, which was quickly returned by a wide one of his own.

“Goodbye little (Y/N), hopefully we’ll see you soon.” Mr. Kwon said sweetly at you. You smiled back at him and gave him a small wave.

“I hope you understand our deal (Y/L/N). We don’t want anything to get ruined.” Mr. Kwon said, his malicious smile returning once more. Your father gave him a curt nod, satisfying Mr. Kwon.

“Bye Bye Yongie.” You said to Ji Yong smiling. Mr. Kwon smiled down at his shoes, while your parents stood motionless. Ji Yong turned and smiled at you and waved. His shoes on and ready to go.

“Bye (Y/N). I’ll see you later.” Ji Yong replied. Mr. Kwon held Ji Yong’s hand and walked out the door, leaving you to wonder when they’ll come back.

When He Becomes Handsy At A Bar (Mafia AU/ Requested)

~Kim Namjoom~ 

 Your date with Joonie was going perfect. It wasn’t often the two of you could get out and spend quality time with one another. He took a sip of his red wine and smiled at you. “You look beautiful, you know." He reached forward and played with a strand of your hair.

 "I think you are drunk.” You’d joke but lean into his warm touch. Namjoon looked like a fucking badass %1234 of the time. Something special set him off tonight. His bleach blonde hair was slicked back, the part of his hair sharp. The black suit and tie fit him just right. Hell, even the way he let the wine glass linger on his plump bottom lip drove you mad.

 "Why don’t you go get some Vodka? I know it’s your favorite.“ His husky voice sent chills down your spine. Namjoon was intimidating and you knew it. Yet you were just as much a predator as he was. Slick when you walked, enough confidence to fill an entire room. 

 He was the lion and you, his lioness. 

 You stood and slipped out of the booth to fetch more alcohol. When you went to pass him, his hand came down quick on the flesh of you clothed ass. You squealed in surprise and turned to glare at him. 

 "I reallyyy shouldn’t have let you out of the house dressed like this." 


 ~Kim Seokjin~ 

 Jin was know for his speed and efficiency. His alcohol tolerance, not so much. But 4 shots in the poor guy was wasted. Unlike most however, it wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye. For you however that wasn’t the case. 

 "Damn baby, you gotta man?!” He’d whisper in your ear, nearly leaning all of his weight on you. You’d scoff at his behavior but played along. 

 "Sure do, hot stuff. I don’t think he’d approve of this behavior.“ You cocked a brow at his deep frown. He tossed his arm on your shoulders with a cocky smirk.  

"Wellllll, he’s not here right now is he?” He slid both of his hands down to your ass and gave a firm squeeze. You tripped into the stool in shock and felt the skin of your face heat up.

 "I guess not.“ 

 ~Min Yoongi~

 In public, you weren’t allowed to drift an arms length away from your boyfriend. That especially included bars. Even one as bougie as this. Red satin lined the comfy booths you sat in, the glass tables were clear of any vomit like you might see in a public pub. 

 You and Yoongi were right beside each other as he schooled another fool in a game of poker. The poor guy groaned as Yoongi scooped up the last of his money. The entire time, you could feel the man’s eyes take all over you like a piece of rare steak. 

 "She’s nice isn’t she?” Yoongi questioned the dirt bag. You tightened your legs together when Yoongi slid a finger over your exposed collarbone. “My most prized possession." 

 "S-sure. She’s sexy!” The dog practically panted. He leaned his elbows and the table and lowered his eyes to your breast. Yoongi followed his eyes and took hold of one right in front of his opponent. You whimpered at his firm grip but couldn’t help the pleasure that came with it. With his foot, Yoongi kicked the table violently and the man dropped his face onto the glass. 

 "I fucking know. If you ever look at her like that again, I’ll cut out your eyes. Now get out of my sight.“ The guy jumped out of his seat and disappeared into the back of the bar. "Now where were we…?" 

 ~Jung Hoseok~ 

 Hobi watched you on the bar stool, sipping some fruity drink. He should pin you up against the wall for wearing a skirt that short. He took the seat right beside you and reached under the table to grab your thigh. You sputtered out your drink and quickly grabbed a napkin. This sort of behavior was unusual for him. 

Hoseok kept to himself most of the time, especially when it came to work. You grabbed his fingers and tried to pry him away but he moved no further. He ordered a martini and smiled at you. "What is it Princess? Do you have something to tell me?" 

 You shook your head firmly and popped the red cherry that came with your drink, in your mouth. Hobi licked his suddenly dry lips and gave the thigh a firm squeeze. You licked the red juice off the corner of your mouth and giggled.

 "What is it my love? Cat got your tongue?" 

 ~Park Jimin~ 

 Jimin grabbed your hand and twirled you around to the beat of the music. He jerked you back to his chest and you both shared a laugh. You loved to dance, it felt like you just disappeared and didn’t have to worry about a thing. The drunk people around you in the bar had no effect on either of you. 

It just made this tango even more naughty to you both. Jimin loved to watch you. All the danger and bloodshed was forgotten for a single moment. He watched you dip your hips to the song, keeping direct eye contact with him the entire time. 

 The way you moved should have been a sin. Your ass grinded the floor and you stood back up with a sway of your hips. Alcohol or not, Jimin was intoxicated. He reached out and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you as close as possible. 

"Those moves are for the bedroom baby girl." 

 ~Kim Taehyung~ 

 Tae had grown up playing with poison, but you were the most toxic of all. He had ordered a VIP room at the club, just for the two of you. You expected a small bar so you could serve yourself, but not the silver stripper pole in the middle. 

"Tae, I’m not comfortable with a woman coming in and dancing for us.” You stated simply. Tae chuckled and licked the door behind him. You cocked your head in confusion. Taehyung loosened his tie and leaned back against the velvet purple sofa. 

He reached behind him to the knob and dimmed the lights. His dangerous eyes flashed even trough the darkness. V beckoned you to stand between his open legs.

 "The only one dancing here,“ he grabbed the front of your tank top and pulled it low, exposing your bra. "Is you." 

 ~Jeon Jungkook~

 Jungkook wasn’t legally old enough to drink yet. That didn’t stop him from sneaking both of you into the bar occasionally. It wasn’t one of the fancy pubs that Yoongi would take his woman to. It was rough and rowdy, just like everything about Jungkook. 

 You both loved the loud music and the yelling drunkards. You both shared on seat. Kookie drug you into his lap where everyone could see you were his. That didn’t stop the two creepy men who were eyeing you from across the bar. Jungkook took a sip of his beer and growled. 

Without even a thought, he grabbed your womanhood on the outside of your jeans. As expected, your thighs clamped close around his hand but he made no move to remove it.

 The men became uncomfortable and eventually looked away. You slapped Jungkook’s shoulder as he pulled his palm away and took another swig of beer, "I’ve gotta show them who you belong to, baby girl." 

 ~Boi why are these Mafia AU so fun to write? I’m dead inside~

anonymous asked:

Hey hun. So I am a Disney/fairytale/fantasy nut and was wondering if you could recommend any good Johnlock "Disney princess" or fairytale AU fics? Ta!

Hi Lovely!

I actually haven’t read any that come to mind immediately, other than these ones:

MOVIE /TV UNIVERSES

The Swan Triad Series by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Princess AU) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers’ attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer…

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,944 w. || Frozen-ish AU || Angst, Fluff)In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock’s brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way…

Perdition’s Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., | Treklock AU) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,187 w. || Howl’s Moving Castle | Slow Burn, Romance, Pining) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.” Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

Impossible Improbable Truth by KaraRenee (M, 24,308 w. || Labyrinth AU) – John and Sherlock take a case investigating the disappearance of a teenage girl and her toddler half brother. What they find is an impossible adventure that leads them on a journey of discovery of their sexuality. {{I haven’t read this, but it’s on my Marked for Later and I remembered putting it on there LOL}}

Through Dangers Untold by hogwartswitch (E, 32,003 w. || Labyrinth AU) – The Goblin King has fallen in love with John Watson and visits him in dreams. But the evil wizard who cursed the Goblin King cannot allow that to continue. Will John survive the labyrinth? Or will he become a lost goblin like all the rest? {{I think I started this when it was a WiP, so I never finished it, hah. I don’t remember it all.}}

Malediction by MapleleafCameo (M, 36,680 w. || Ladyhawke AU) – Cursed to a half-life, John and Sherlock must fight the forces of evil to be reunited once again. {{I read this once a LONG time ago. I remember loving it.}}

Bel Canto by bendingsignpost (T, 96,751 w. || Phantom of the Opera AU || Major Character Death) – After years of waiting for wealthy patrons to faint, Dr John Watson discovers a far more interesting patient in the opera house basement. {{ Another I never finished, but this is the  “go to” PotO fic}}

The Dragon’s Soldier by twistedthicket1 (M, 154,667 w. || Smauglock || Past Rape/Non-con, H/C, Dragonlock) – When the dragons “came out” to the rest of the world, nobody expected the resulting War that broke out between Humans and Beasts. Both sides afraid and suspicious of each other, Humans drove Dragons into slavery, imprisoning them and turning their children into weapons for the military. Forced into hiding, many Dragons disguised themselves as Human and kept their secrets locked away, awaiting for the day when the royal blood line long since vanished would once again reappear and lay waste to the Humans that oppressed them. Can Dragon and Man really get along? Or even more, become friends? {{Another on my MFL list, haven’t read this yet so read at your own risk}}

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w. || Oblivion AU || Dreams, Sci-Fi, Action/Adventure, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

Deducing Daisies by LlamaWithAPen (G, 144,583 w. WIP || Pushing Daisies AU || Friendship, Death, Humour) – What if you could touch someone and bring them back to life? Sherlock Holmes, the Detective, is a seemingly ordinary man with an extraordinary gift: he can bring the dead back to life with a single touch. {{Haven’t read this yet, it’s on my MFL list, read at own discretion}}

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Romance) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John. {{Haven’t read this yet, on MFL list. Read at your own discretion}}

SPECIAL ABILITIES

We Bleed into the Grey by QuinnAnderson (T, 4,989 w. | Fluff and Angst, Supernatural Elements) – It was stupid, really. What was the point of having an ability if it wasn’t even a useful one? Sherlock would just as soon be rid of his. Until he meets John Watson, that is. {{Sherlock can see Auras}}

An Experiment in Empathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to T, 62 397w across 13 stories) –  In which John is an empath, Sherlock is Sherlock, and an epic bromance happens. In the aftermath of The Great Game, John creates an unexpected bond between himself and Sherlock. Now they have to learn how to deal with it. John is better at this than Sherlock is. {{I LOVE this SERIES SO MUCH.}}

An Experiment in Apathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to E, 28,701 w. over 13 stories, WIP) – John and Sherlock navigate their complicated relationship. I adore this series, and it feels complete where it leaves off :)

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25+K w. || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. {{This was one of the first AU’s I read, and I still love it to this day}}. SEQUELSStill Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF) All are very good and should all be read.

Conductivity by Coquillage Atlas (K,11K+ w.|| Fantasy and Friendship) – John Watson, alone in London with a healing power he can hardly bear. A description of his life with magic, before and after Sherlock. {{Another really good AU!}} SEQUELS: Resistance || Reciprocity 

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (FAVE!!)

ANGELS AND DEMONS / WING!LOCK

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w. | Winglock) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John. {{I like this one because John is so perfect in it, and Sherlock cares so much about John}}

Fallen Series by Belladonna_Q & mamishka (T, 222,094 w. across 3 works, WiP || Angel!John, Fae & Fairies) – In a world where myth, mystery, and the supernatural flourish beneath the veneer of modern civilization, Sherlock is a master of magic as well as science and deduction. But there are some things that he cannot see, riddles he cannot unravel, even when they walk right beside him in the form of one John Watson…

A Certain Kind of Hunger by MapleleafCameo (E, 5,881w. || Somnophilia, Incubus!John, Tail Things) – A concerned Sherlock watches as John seems to be rapidly losing weight. What he discovers is that John really isn’t normal. And he is very, very hungry. The tail was the real surprise.

Angel by MrsNoggin (T, 1K+w. || Friendship, Winglock-ish) – John is an angel. That can be the only explanation. This is an interesting take on the Winglock universe.

Not The Hands That Kill by You_Light_The_Sky (M, 6,201 w. || Winglock, Implied Sex) – Having wings does not make Sherlock Holmes a guardian angel, not in the way that John Watson is his.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w. || Winglock, Fantasy, BAMF!John) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

It’s After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w. || Winglock, Pining Sherlock, Minor Gore, Fallen Angel, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock’s an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him. {{This is only one chapter and it feels like it should be more… I love it but feels incomplete. Kind of an AU of City of Angels}}

VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES

John Watson’s Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w. || Werewolf!John, First Time) – Sherlock finds out John is a werewold and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.

An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, 31,059 w. || Bat!Sherlock, Humour, Misunderstandings) – At Montague Street when Sherlock was forced to sate his body’s needs, he was at least able to wander about the flat as much as he pleased. At Baker Street, it was mini-bags in a mini-fridge and bedroom confinement.

Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (E, 87,987 w. || Soul Bonding, John Whump, Fluff and Angst, H/C) – John isn’t exactly surprised to discover that Sherlock isn’t human. His vampirism doesn’t pose a problem, even when their relationship gradually grows into something more. That is, until a deadly revelation about John’s blood sends their lives spinning dangerously out of control.

MAGIC AND FANTASY

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. | GenieLock, Torture, H/C, Magical Realism) Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more. {{This is a REALLY great story, which tears at your heart consistently}}.

De Veritate Unicornis Moderni by tepid sponge bath (T, 5K+ w. | Fantasy & Drama) – John Watson, a unicorn of this day and age, is trapped in a mortal body. Life as it is seems pretty pointless, almost unendurable, until he meets one Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and very much a virgin. {{This is such an interesting take on unicorn mythology}}.

To Mend A Heart by dee-light (G, 1,472 w. || Magical Realism, H/C) – Hearts can be broken, and mended, and broken again. Good thing, then, that hearts are only the seat of all emotion, and not something Sherlock needs in order to live.

Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5,178 w. || Magic Realism, Fluff, Christmas, Angst) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.

Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (E, Tumblr fic || Android!lock, Jealous, Angst, Unhappy Ending) – Assigned as the head of Medical Research on the Baker, John Watson meets- and quickly falls in love with- Sherlock, a specially commissioned Companion android with a malfunction.

No Strings Attached by Elster (G, 2,714w. || Fae / Faeries, Love Confessions, Fairy Tales) – To save John from being spirited away Under the Hill, Sherlock challenges the fairy queen to a fiddle contest.

SUPERNATURAL AND UNEXPLAINED

The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w. || Sherlock POV, Aliens, Wordplay, Casefic) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

The Red Dianthus by kinklock (T, 11,382 w. || BAMF!John, Misunderstandings, Halloween, Fluff) – The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.

Upon Waking by joolabee (E, 3,901 w. || Somnophilia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Angst) – It sets on slow: John can only be awake while Sherlock sleeps, and vice versa. Their lives are codependent, but never meeting. Like a set of scales.

London’s Ghost by JustlikeWater (K+, 5K+ w.|| Tragedy/Angst, MCD, TRF AU, Sherlock POV) – "Today, it’s been weeks since Sherlock died. Other times, years. He doesn’t know for sure, though. Time passes differently for the dead" 

Electric Potential by pygmymeese (T, 5K+ w. || Supernatural) – It’s not clear why everyone in the world suddenly gets a ghost only they can interact with. All John Watson knows is that he’s stuck with a brilliant, if smug, ex-consulting detective, and that life is definitely looking up.

Second Waltz by Atiki (T, 6,685 w. || MCD, Angst, Fluff, Cancer) – "The night I died, you wished I could wait for you.“

Where The Ghosts Have Voices by HappyJuicyfruit (M, 37,665 w. || John Whump, Magical Realism, Ghosts, Coma, Happy Ending) – John has lived his whole life as an outcast. It is only when he meets Sherlock, that be realizes being a freak might not be such a bad thing, and that the curse he has lived with his whole life may be a gift after all. {{Haven’t read this yet, it’s on my MFL list, read at your own discretion}}

SOULMATES / TATTOOS

The Heart On Your Sleeve by flawedamythyst (T, 5,441 w. || Heartmark, Stubborn Sherlock) –  Sherlock stared at the imperfect circle on his left wrist in horror, then sat down on his bed with a bit of a thump. After over thirty years, his heartmark was finally showing activity. This was not good.

The Best Picture of the Human Soul by SwissMiss (T, 5,776 w. || Tattoos, Finding Your True Love) – The stories of our lives are written on our skin. Every time you fall in love, you gain a mark. Part 1 of Imagines Moti

With All My Heart by QuinnAnderson (E, 19,257 w. || Tally Marks, Magical Realism, Fluff and Angst) – AU in which every time a person falls in love, a red line like a tally mark appears on their wrist. Sherlock is determined to keep himself from ever gaining one of these marks for fear that love will corrode his mental faculties. Then he meets John Watson.

Finding John by orphan_account (T, 5,456 w. || Symbolic Rings) – Sherlock Holmes has met exactly twenty-four Johns in his life. They have all been the wrong John. He’s getting tired of waiting, staring at the inscription on his finger and wondering when his John will turn up, if ever. Part 1 of Inscriptions

what’s in a name by flight815kitsune (NR, 1,285 w. || Soulmate Names) – There were some things you just knew. The name, if you were lucky enough to get one, was one of those things

the fearful passage of death-mark’d love by urcool91 (T, 1980 w. || Tattoos, H/C, Angst) – The first time that John meets Sherlock Holmes, the younger man has his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, wrists bare of any hint of ink. Within 48 hours, John has added “Jefferson Hope” to his clavicle. (Or: The One Where, When You Kill Someone, Their Name Shows Up On Your Arm)

OTHER

{{SEE ALSO: Johnlock Body Swap Fic Rec List}}

Bringing Colour to the World by SD_Ryan (G, 1,168w. || Est. Relationship, Sickfic, Fluff, Schmoop) – In which we encounter a sick detective, a snuggle on the couch, and a silly fairytale.

The Steadfast Tin Watson by what_alchemy  (T, 3,973 w. || Fairytales) – When the fairies left, they took their stories with them. But they left the characters behind.


Otherwise, I actually have a lot on my Marked for Later list, all of which have come from Alexx’s lists:

A kind message to an old patron, and probably future patrons.

The only thing I can do for you, pal, is protecting your identity, even if I’m really mad, I won’t use this post to hurt you. I’ll make this post in order to give a little advice to creators’ content and people who are supporting them.

*******

Let’s clarify something.

I’m not forcing to people to give me an economical support to keep making Underverse and other art stuff. Fortunately, I am receiving the support for many people that are really interested in my work, some of them doesn’t even care the rewards I’m doing depending the amount of money they are pledging. They are amazing and lovely people that can be happy seeing that I’m growing and I’m building a future with my art thanks to them.

Even if I’m not getting enough money like other artists with all the effort I’m putting in my animations, I still don’t care, with the current $300 dollars I’m getting on Patreon each month  and other $200 I’m getting on Youtube I can pay the rent in our temporal house with my mother and save money to the future bills I’ll have to pay when a bank give us a credit to buy our own house.

I’m not using the money to buy clothes, to buy shoes, to buy something for my mother. All the money I’m saving is for that house and the rent.  I wanted to go to USA or Spain this year to a convention but I decided not to do it because I also have to save money for  a bed for mom when we get our house because she sleeps in the couch. And also an oven and a washing machine.  Because my dad never was able to do anything for us and my mom.

Now I put the main goal of my patreon aside and explain some stuff about WHY I’m really mad, dissapointed and sad about this situation, not only with this person, it has been with a lot of them that I had to block on my Patreon. 

BECAUSE THEY WERE LITERALLY FOOLING ME AND LAUGHING BEHIND MY BACK. OR AT LEAST THAT WAS HOW I FELT IT.

If you want to become my patreon, RESPECT THE RULES. 

If you can/want pledge just 1 dollar, I would be so glad with your help because any kind of help is very useful to me in order to reach that goal, or at least, making it easier to reach.

I am making rewards for all the three kind of pledges

I’m doing my best to give special content you won’t find on my Tumblr or Deviantart, and I’m also giving them a preview of my comics or some scenes of the animations.  No one goes without reward, 

Sometimes I can’t post all the rewards at the same time because each reward takes time, and I’m animating EVERYDAY with barely two or three breaks. I have to take half of a day to make a nice reward, because is the less thing I can do for my patrons for their help, even if they don’t want it.

But, dude, fooling at me and changing your pledge to STEAL the high rewards in that unfair way… I don’t think you really care how I’m feeling right now, and also other artist that probably you are/were “supporting”

You’re apologizing with me right now because I blocked you already…but what if I would never blocked you…? You were doing the same thing, because your acts are literally showing me that YOU’RE A STINGY GUY WHO DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE ARTIST’S EFFORTS TO KEEP THEIR JOB STABLE.

IF YOU REALLY CAN’T HELP ME WITH MONEY BECAUSE YOU ALSO HAVE NEEDS, THEN DON’T WASTE YOUR MONEY ON ME. I PREFER YOU CAN SOLVE AND PAY YOUR STUFF FIRST.  AFTER ALL YOU PROBABLY WON’T HAVE TO GOING THROUGH THIS, AND HOPEFULLY YOU WON’T FIND PEOPLE THAT WILL DO THE SAME YOU DID TO ME.


EDIT: Is neccesary feeling that way, Jakei?
Yes. because if I don’t do something and say something about this, things like the Cami’s previews videos stolen thing would happen again, with a person even worse with intentions of steal money with the content from another person.

I wanted to start making commissions this month via Patreon, but now realizing the kind of people that are over there… I think I’ll have to open it later.


For the honest and kind patreons who are currently supporting me, thank you so much for your help, I’ll do  my best for giving you a better work with my animations and your well deserved rewards.

First-Date BAIT!

Words: 11.3k
Genre: Fluff
Read the sequel drabble: here
Read more at Service Series

Cr.

First dates are embarrassing. First dates are awkward. I’ve been through countless ones, sitting across from people who bored the living daylights out of me. It was less exciting than watching paint dry. Some dates were so utterly rude - I think you and I both know what it’s like to be on the receiving end on that. But now we both don’t have to waste our time anymore!

With First Date Bait they went out for me! Afterwards, they informed me if it was recommended to go out on a second date. It’s amazing with a 99.99% accuracy rate! That’s how I ended up meeting my husband!

First Date Bait.
Why waste your time with awkward first dates?


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Write me another story

Write me a world where Love is to Love, not blood and quarreling and bitterness

Write me a world where a Godfather is worth more than an aunt who neither cares nor loves

Write a world with justice

Write me a world where someone stopped to listen to Sirius Black.

Write us a world where Mad-eye stood up for Sirius’ chance to defend himself because “it doesn’t matter how it looks, dammit, vigilance goes both ways, you watch your back against the people you fight with but you watch their backs too” where Minerva trusted her gut “I don’t know, Albus, remember those boys…” where Dumbledore used his political clout and paid attention and made a difference

Write me a world where there was time in the rejoicing of the aftermath of Voldemort’s defeat to stop and, not recoiling in horror from betrayal and murder and a decimated corpse, locking it up and throwing away the key, to take it and examine it and think for a second before destroying another life

Write me a world where a young man, terrified and heartbroken and completely lost, is handed a new world and a tiny human life as he walks out of Ministry security

Write me a world where a one-year-old laughs for the first time in a week when he sees his godfather, who comes for dinner every thursday night and throws him highest in the air - even higher than daddy - where is daddy - begins to whimper then laughs again when Sirius picks him out of Minerva’s arms

Write me a Deep Magic written into a stronger, stranger, older bond than DNA, a Dumbledore who sits his old pupil down in his office (with Snape - eyes red and face haggard - and Minerva and Flitwick standing behind) and sits down between them on the desk this child who wraps one tiny chubby hand around one of each of their fingers and grips tight; A Dumbledore who explains as best he can to an exhausted starving 21-year-old “Sirius, Harry’s mother gave her life for son… you are his Godfather and the one they both loved the most, will you love Harry like they did, will you protect him? Because I believe -” And a Sirius Black who cannot shut up (Sirius Black never could shut up), who blurts “YES yes of course please Dumbledore let me look after him, he’s mine now, its my job - I’m sorry I should have - my fault, it’s my (Minerva steps forward and lifts a hand towards his shoulder - he cannot stop saying my fault since it happened) - and, when Harry starts to whine again at the distress in his voice - “dear Merlin he’s soaking why has no-one changed him yet, I’m sorry, lil’ man -” (and Minerva lets the hand fall).

Write me a new visitor at the Weasleys’ that night, because “really, Sirius, you can’t keep him there now the place is freezing and trust me dearie I’ve got seven already one more bottle won’t make a difference now go and have a shower and NO I won’t hear of it you are STAYING THE NIGHT now look Bill dear, yes, he’s Harry, you’re right, no, a bit younger than Ron, I think, that’s right Sirius dear isn’t it, he’s…” but Sirius has already gone for a shower and the hot water rushes down his back like pure relief that finally, finally, here’s something like normality and finally, finally, he lets himself cry for his best friends, for his brother, for one more orphan in the world.

Write me a broken man with red eyes and a child who is only happy because he doesn’t understand, but a boiled egg is the best thing either of them could have possibly seen on that night.

Write me a Remus who appears in the middle of the chaos which is egg-and-soldiers-night at the Weasleys’ with a bang that sends the children shrieking and grabs his friend and hugs him tight “damn you damnyoudamnyoutohell Black don’t you ever ever do that to me again where’s Harry” and they both break down again and Molly scolds him for swearing and makes them a cup of tea and Arthur chases the children up to bed and they all sit down in the living room and take stock of this new world and try to tell themselves that now the children will grow up safe, that this is what Prongs and Lily were fighting for.

Write me a Minerva who goes to the Potters’ - and a Hagrid who absolutely insists on ‘helping her’ - and extracts what she can from the rubble and grim-facedly leaved the rest with the wizards who’ve come to begin the clearout and they bring Harry’s cot and blanket (miraculously, somehow, only just a little singed) to the Weasleys’ that very night. Write me a Sirius Black who holds a cup of tea (he never somehow found it in himself to tell Molly he really doesn’t care for tea) tight between his hands and begins to realise slowly (and it will be a slow, slow realisation, but eventually he will get there) that he’s not alone. Write me a Sirius who is exhausted and lost and angry and scared and sad and a room a little too full up of friends and family, and write me hope.

Write me a Harry who smiles a big grin full of exactly three teeth at Kreacher and a Sirius who swallows hard and resolves that this joyful little person won’t grow up in a house full of hate like he did. Write me a master and house-elf who gradually gradually learn to tolerate each other, over many years and with many a bitten-back word.

Write me a Remus who comes over most nights and spends periods living with his friend and their boy, who helps, with Kreacher a bit (he knows what it’s like to be ignored and marginalized and shunned and if Kreacher knew what Remus really was who knows what he’d say, but there’s something between them nonetheless), with Harry more (here, Padfoot, let me read to him - oh Moony thank Merlin I swear one more time through ‘Percy and his bloody purple wand’ and I’ll” - “ok, shh, give him here, come on Harry-my-lad…” ) and with Sirius a lot. Write me friends who help each other heal, and get used to Muggles confusing them for a couple with a son, and the varied reactions and bizarre questions that entails, and when Remus’ mother finally quietly passes away, he moves in for real. Write me a Remus who insists that he cannot take his friend’s charity, and even with all James’ money in trust for Harry and for Sirius as his guardian and all the Black family fortune going to waste will not be convinced until Sirius reaches out and takes his friend’s hand in both of his and says Remus I need you here - and Remus scoffed because Sirius was always such a drama queen and it’s been long enough now that they can joke about this - but at the same time, it’s not quite a joke, and Remus doesn’t suggest leaving after that.

Write me every Sunday lunch at the Weasleys and Harry round to be babysat whenever Sirius has something to take care of or needs time to himself, and Molly trying to teach Sirius how to change a nappy and realising it’s completely unnecessary because who really thinks Lily Potter would have had Sirius hanging about in her house twice a week hyping up her boy and not making himself useful in the slightest, of course he’d have learnt how to change a nappy.

Write me a Minerva who comes by frequently and has Harry to tea at Hogwarts every so often when he gets a bit older, for James and Lily’s sake and to check that young Black isn’t raising too much of a ragamuffin - and for the most part, she and Molly and Remus between them manage a healthy level of manners in a fairly ordinary 6,8,11-year-old boy.

Write me a Harry and Ron who grow up together, an extra slim (but never skinny) dark-haired, pale (but never unhealthily so) brother to an unruly pack of seven, an overgrown garden to race toy brooms in, gnomes to be bitten by and a mother to scold all her children indiscriminately.

Write me a Sirius who comes to collect his godson in time to stay for tea and Molly who says “look there now Sirius!” and Sirius looks out and sees his boy - easy to spot out of among the five gingers fighting over a broom - break away from the group and jump and swing the old cleansweep under him before he hits the ground and zoom away around the treetops laughing “no hands Fred you gnome-end-sucker!” and Sirius feels something sharp clench in his heart because he looks so like James (and James is never ever going to do that stupid move ever again) so it’s grief, fresh as the first month, but also he is six, how can he already do that jump thing? so it’s also pride and, scariest of all he is six, that language - and he finds there are tears streaming down his cheeks and he can’t speak too well and Molly just sits him down and gives another of her interminable cups of tea (he doesn’t mind them so much now) and pats him on the shoulder, and he glances up and sees that there are tears in the corners of her eyes, too. But he drinks the tea and it passes and by the time the children come in complaining about something and clamouring for cake there’s no sign of anything amiss.

Write me a Harry who grows up with a godfather who makes mistakes, who cries and shakes some nights with flashbacks that overtake him, who never had good parents of his own and isn’t too sure what they look like exactly, but damned if he won’t do all that he can for his friend’s boy - and not even his friends’ boy, either, his boy, his Harry, because really, in the end, what is a godson but a son by another name, and what is blood but love? Write me a Harry who grew up with stories of his parents from anyone who would tell them, pictures around the house (Sirius wonders whether to black Peter out of them, but this house has had enough blacked-out faces, and that was the best part of his life, after all) and no real family, but plenty enough friends to be getting on with.

Write me parties at Christmas with the old Order and their children because if there’s one season Sirius will make an effort for its Christmas and Grimmuld Place is the best venue for things like this. Write me a house too big for just two lads, but more often than not it’s three, (eventually permanently three) and sometimes more, (Hagrid fills up a room himself, every so often in the holidays) and Sirius is never ever used to how much noise and life one 9-year-old boy can instill in the gloomiest of houses, and surely he never had this much energy? (On reflection, yes, he did, definitely, probably more).

Write me a Dumbledore who watches and waits and prays - very un-wizardly habit, that, but he always had his eccentricities - and hopes. He hopes he is right and he hopes against hope that it will never be necessary to test his theories and Voldemort will never return and he hopes that nothing will change. He hopes that he was right to make the choices he did. But when Harry arrives at Hogwarts at the age of 11, healthy and happy and loved, with someone to hug him goodbye at the station and a friend to sit with on the carriage already and a “yes!” fistpump when the hat shouts “GRYFFINDOR!” which - though he will never ever know it, who is to tell him? - is exactly the same gesture his father made when he received the same sorting twenty years ago - when he sits down with a little bit of overawed wonder in the green eyes, which is exactly how his mother looked, and waves to Hagrid, and turns to speak to the bushy-brown-haired girl next to him because she looks even more scared than he feels and Remus told him he should look for someone who looks like that and say hello, and starts to tell her what he plans to write home to his godfather about, and what will she write to her parents, he knows they’ll be so excited to hear about all of this I mean LOOK at it, look at Hogwarts, isn’t this GREAT? (and the very tense Muggle-born girl is relaxed enough to listen to someone else for the first time since Neville introduced himself on the train) - Dumbledore smiles. He won’t know how his choices pan out, and he won’t know what the future holds - but right now (and Minerva, watching the Sorting but with a smile to spare for her young Harry James, so grown up, agrees) it seems like the best that could have been.

FP Jones x Reader "Craving something sweet"

Pairing: FP Jones x Reader (she’s legal, don’t worry 😂)

Summary: FP is craving something sweet

Warnings: Oral Sex

A/N: Sorry it’s short and it probably sucks! Just breaking the writers block away. Sorry if there is any mistakes, it’s almost 3AM and I’m tired af.

REQUESTS ARE OPENNN!

Part 2

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Riverdale wasn’t a town where tourist would come and take awkward and cringing pictures at touristy places. It was more like “we’re just passing by” kind of town. It self, the town looked old and full of danger, so many people just ignore the little town and head off to their destination without a memory of the lonely grey town.

Y/N Lodge was the oldest child in her family and was half way through getting her bachelors degree when her father had been arrested. She was forced to leave University only to move with her mother and young sister to the small town of Riverdale. Even though her mother left working in Pop’s, Y/N was left working in the dinner as she tried to get her life back. Twenty two years old and she was barely holding on to keep her head up.

Riverdale wasn’t as bad, the people were nice but the teenagers were the worst; especially the privileged kids.

Pop’s had left her working alone for the late shift. With Pop’s being open 24 hours, he had her almost every night working the late shifts. Which at first she was against with, but now she was getting used to it.

The mysterious serpent watched Y/N from his truck as she was cleaning the table booths and getting everything spotless. One in the morning and clearly nobody else was going to barge in wanting onion rings or a milkshake at that hour.

The bell above the door rang as the serpent had decided to finally make his entrance to the empty dinner. At that moment, he watched her bending down to pick up the dirty rag that had fallen from her hold. “Empty house Lodge?” He spoke, as she turned around to face him. She knew he had been staring at her from his truck since he parked, but she got startled at the sound of his raspy voice so close to her.

“A burger with everything and a side of onion rings?” Y/N giggled, removing the pencil from the bun that was pulling away her long wavy black hair. She walked towards FB, but only to pass by him to take his order behind the counter.

“Actually, I just want a milkshake.” The loyal serpent customer smirked at her appearance. Her pastel yellow uniform hugged her curves perfectly as her messy hair fell below her breast.

“Getting tired of me and my burgers?” Usually, when Pop’s left her working the night shift, she was the one who always cooked after midnight.

“Your burgers are good, I’m just trying not to get fat.” He chuckled, his eyes landing on Y/N’s lips. She had her wooden yellow pencil between her lips as her teeth sank into the small pencil. Oh, how he would love to taste her. “And I would never get tired of you sweetheart.”

“You better not.” Y/N blushed, avoiding his intimidating eyes. “What flavor do you want?”

“What’s your favorite one?” FP asked. He always looked forward to spending his sleepless nights at Pop’s with Hiram Lodge’s oldest daughter. It was a dangerous path, and the venomous serpent wanted to take it.

“Probably the double chocolate with extra whip cream.” FP rolled his eyes at her playfully. Veronica and Y/N were quite different, but when it came to food, they were like the same person.

“I’ll have the mint chocolate mint with no whip cream and your favorite one please.” FP didn’t really have a sweet tooth for milkshakes, but he did have a sweet tooth for a certain Lodge.

“Damn, you must be having cravings tonight.” Y/N laughed, making her way towards the ice cream fridge. FP didn’t dare take his eyes off her as she prepared his order on the other side. His weekdays went from boring to having late night chats at Pop’s with his favorite waitress. FP had switched his routine from drinking every night, to spending his beer money on actual food while he spent time with the oldest Lodge daughter. He didn’t care the trouble that would come from flirting with Hiram’s daughter, but he couldn’t resist her innocent looks.

She was quieter than Veronica, she didn’t wear pearls on her neck and since she started working, her louboutin heels were replaced by simple white vans that matched her pastel uniform to perfection. “I thought you were more of a vanilla type of girl.”

“Baby, there’s nothing vanilla about me.” Y/N cockily smiled at the fired up serpent as she placed both milkshakes in front of him. Handing her a ten dollar bill, he grabbed both shakes and walked over to one of the many empty table booths.

“When you finish putting that in the register, sit with me.” He didn’t asked, but he ordered her with his raspy and demanding voice. Y/N insides twirled as she made her way to the booth after she had closed the register door. “Drink.” He demanded once again, sliding over the shake he had order, only for her.

“You didn’t have to buy me the shake.” She spoke up while she avoided his eyes in front of her. FB on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The predator in him wanted to pull her on his lap and taste her completely. He wanted to have her warm skin on his, he wanted to explore every inch of her.

“Your innocence is captivating, what are you doing to me Lodge?” Y/N’s glistening eyes landed on his own as she bit down her lip. She was feeling the fire in her increase as she watched him stared her down completely. “How can I control myself if you keep looking at me like that baby.” He groaned, his hand finding his way to his already messy hair.

“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” FP didn’t waste a second more. He pulled himself off his side of the booth and rushed towards her side. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck desperately as his hands found themselves running up her now exposed thighs. She pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his as his hands reached up to her ass and he pulled her on to his lap. Y/N slipped her own tongue between his lips, being the one to take charge.

There was nothing vanilla about Y/N Lodge, clearly. Her lips were now attached to his jawline and then following his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. “Y/N.” He moaned out, holding on to her tightly as she grinned her hips on his growing bulge. She was the one calling the shots, and even though FP enjoyed it; he wanted to hear her cries and moans desperately.

Gripping on her sides, he pushed her hard on the end of the booth as he nibbled his way up from her neck and on to her jawline. “You were right earlier, I was craving something sweet.” He whispered to her before going down to her now exposed breast leaving sloppy kisses on each one. “I’m craving you.” Y/N jumped a bit as his shivering fingertips ran across her thighs.

“FP.” She moaned, as he pushed her uniform skirt up to her stomach as he went down on her. He left soft kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her every second. Pulling her underwear off, he slipped one finger into her and quickly her hands gripped on his hair as he added his tongue to the mix. Y/N cried out of pleasure as his tongue fuck her like his life depended on it. Another shock hit her as he ran circles on her clit into the mixture. Y/N felt like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore; the pleasure was too good. He moaned as her thighs tightened their grip, sending vibrations into her.

“God FP.” She panted, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her as she rode out her high.

“After you get off your shift, my place.” He pulled up her underwear back up and fixed her skirt as Y/N tried to catch her breath still. FP smirked proudly as he watched her still overwhelmed from his touch.

“Good, because I need more of you.” She admitted, pulling him towards her and crashing her lips to his once again. She was the one now hungry for dominance, but that had to wait.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He teased her, once he pulled away from her.

“Don’t have all the fun without me Jone.” Y/N laughed, as she watched him walk towards the door and his truck.

He knew what he was getting himself in to, but he didn’t care; he wanted her for himself.

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Mulder and Scully make dinner together and mess it up

Things That Happen in the Kitchen
by mldrgrl
Rated PG13

“Scully, can I ask you a personal question?” Mulder asked.  He’d been twirling a pencil between his fingers and watching her type up a report on her computer for the better part of fifteen minutes, and she knew from experience that his silence wouldn’t last long.

“No,” she answered, taking only a brief pause before she began typing again, trying to ignore his gaze, which she could feel boring holes into the back of her head.  Her neck tingled and she flicked her head back to shake the feeling away

“Can you cook?”

“Of course I can cook.”

“Why, ‘of course?’  I’m supposed to believe you can do everything perfectly?”

Scully smiled in spite of herself, but her back was to Mulder so she knew he wouldn’t see her amusement.  “Seven years later, you’ve finally caught on.”

“You know what I’ve also learned in seven years, Scully?”

“What?”

“I need proof.”

Scully smiled again, but kept typing.  “What about you?”

“Does soup count?”

“Hardly.”

“Spaghetti?”

“Not quite.”

“I guess not.”

Scully nodded once and put her attention back into her report.  She’d lost her place in the moment she let her mind wander to engage in conversation with Mulder and she had to backtrack to find her train of thought again.

“So, what about Friday night?” Mulder asked.

“What about it?” she murmured, re-reading her last paragraph.

“You coming over and teaching me how to cook.”

Scully finally turned in her chair to face Mulder and he stopped twirling his pencil, though the grin on his face remained.  She lifted her brow as if to question his sanity.

“It’ll be fun,” he said.  

“Basically, you just want me to feed you.  What do I get out of it?”

“You get to put your money where your mouth is.  Try to prove to me you know what you’re doing.  I know how much you enjoy that.”

“I don’t enjoy proving you wrong, it’s just so easy to do.”

“I said try, Scully.  I still contend you have yet to actually prove me wrong.”

Scully raised her brow again, definitely questioning his sanity this time.  She turned back around and put her hands on her keyboard, but didn’t type.

“How’s seven?” she asked.

“Works for me,” he answered, twirling his pencil again.  She could see him grinning in the reflection of her computer screen.

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