man oh man i like this better when all of them are in one image

procraesthetics  asked:

I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it’ll be a new day.”

“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”

“So let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”

“You promise?”

“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.

Dudley had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle police station to identify the bodies.

The cupboard under the stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded messages through the wall their rooms shared.

In the backyard, beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.

When the boys turned ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased the Snitch at his back.

Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.

Lily did not believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for more.

Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, and they waved back every time.

“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”

“And my dad?”

“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”

“I didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”

Dudley brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill Manufacturing Inc.

They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.

There were boxes and cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”

“Work is hard work,” said James.

“At least mum gets to curse things.”

“But my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he liked knowing things, too.”

When the boys asked about the scar on Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”

“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.

“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.

“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.

“I’m trying,” said James.

“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.

“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.

“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.

“He was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,” said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you, Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”

“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.

“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.

“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.

“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.

“We were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house. He. Well. I.”

“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead. “You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar absently.

Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James’s brother.

Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

“He’s a Muggle.”

“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”

She had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.

The windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird wishes to make on them.

Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son– she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just words.

Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily got everything. And now Lily had her son.

Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!

“You left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.

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Public reaction to the butch-fem couple [in the 1940s] was usually hostile, and often violent. Being noticed on the streets and the harassment that followed dominates the memories of both Black and white narrators. Ronni gives a typical description:

“Oh, you were looked down upon socially. When I walked down the streert, cars used to pull over and say, ‘Hey faggot, hey lezzie.’ They called you names with such maliciousness. And they hated to see you when you were with a girl. I was the one that was mostly picked on because I was identified. I was playing the male part in this relationship and most guys hated it. Women would look at me in kind of a confused looking [way], you know, straight women would look at me in kind of wonder.”

Piri remembers how the police used to harass her for dressing like a man:

“I’ve had the police walk up to me and say, ‘Get out of the car’. I’m drivin’. They say get out of the car; and I get out. And they say, ‘What kind of shoes you got on? You got on men’s shoes?’ And I say, ‘No, I got on women’s shoes.’ I got on some basket-weave women’s shoes. And he say, ‘Well you damn lucky.’ ‘Cause everything else I had on were men’s–shirts, pants. At that time when they pick you up, if you didn’t have on two garments that belong to a woman you could go to jail…and the same thing with a man…. They call it male impersonation or female impersonation and they’d take you downtown. It would really just be an inconvenience…. It would give them the opportunity to whack the shit out of you.”

Many narrators mention the legal specification for proper dress, although some said it required three pieces of female clothing, not two. If such a law did in fact exist, it did not dramatically affect the appearance of butches, who were clever at getting around it while maintaining their masculine image. The police used such regulations to harass Black lesbians more than whites, however.

Given the severe harassment, the butch role in these communities during the 1950s became identified with defending oneself and one’s girl in the rough street bars and on the streets. Matty describes the connection between her appearance and her need to be an effective fighter. The cultivated masculine mannerisms were necessary on the street:

“When I first came out in the bars it was a horror story. You know they say that you play roles. Yeah, back then you did play roles, and I was a bit more masculine back then than I am now. That was only because you walk down the street and they knew you were gay and you’d be minding your business and there’d be two or three guys standing on a street corner, and they’d come up to you and say, ‘You want to be a man, let’s see if you can fight like a man.’ Now being a man was the last thing on my mind, but man, they’d take a poke at you and you had to learn to fight. Then…when you go out, you better wear clothes that you could really scramble in if you had to. And it got to be really bad, I actually had walked down the street with some friends not doing anything and had people spit at me, or spit at us, it was really bad.”

[…] If the world was dangerous for butches, it was equally dangerous for the fems in their company, whom the butches felt they needed to protect. Some butches state that they did most of their fighting for their fems. Sandy describes how confrontational men could be.

“Well you had to be strong–roll with the punches. If some guy whacked you off, said, ‘Hey babe,’ you know. Most of the time you got all your punches for the fem anyhow, you know. It was because they hated you….’How come this queer can have you and I can do this and that….’ You didn’t hardly have time to say anything, but all she would have to say [is] ‘No,’ when he said, ‘Let’s go, I’ll get you away from this.’ He was so rejected by this ‘no’ that he would boom, go to you. You would naturally get up and fight the guy, at least I would. And we did that all the time, those that were out in their pants and T-shirts. And we’d knock them on their ass, and if one couldn’t do it we’d all help. And that’s how we kept our women. They cared for us, but you don’t think for a minute they would have stayed with us too long or something if we stood there and just were silent…. Nine times out of ten she’d be with you to help you with your black eye and your split lip. Or you kicked his ass and she bought you dinner then. But you never failed, or you tried not to…. You were there, you were gay, you were queer and you were masculine.”

–Elizabeth Kennedy and Madeline Davis, Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community

Out of the Blue 03

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk.

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3

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It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater. 

The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable. 

He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.

Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?

Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.

But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?

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Levi Ackerman: The Abuse Claim

Alright, so here I am with another long ass meta post. Only this time, this one is directed solely at the legend, Levi Ackerman himself. Yet again, I am seeing the “Levi is Abusive” mumbo jumbo and I have spent my two years in this fandom quiet about my opinions on this for the most part because I do not enjoy drama. However, after this last batch of Discourse™ that I have seen, I have been pushed beyond my ability to bite my tongue. 

This is Part One to a two part meta, and this is me basically trying to shine light on Levi’s actions a bit and why he behaves the way he does. In no way do I try to justify all of the shit he carries out so don’t think this is just a fangirl squeal post. I’m simply trying to better explain his character for the people who seem to think he is some kind of rage beast who beats kids for fun in his spare time. 

I will be putting this under a Read More because it is extremely long and also contains spoilers. I’d also like to state that this would be best read from a computer or the mobile website as it contains a metric fuckton of manga panels used for reference (seriously use any other means outside of the mobile app to read this because the app will butcher this post and cut out a majority of the images). If you are sitting down to read this, please make sure you are comfy, cozy, and drinking a nice warm beverage. Now then, 

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, good for you! That’s your prerogative. However, If you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages because my opinion differs from your own; do us both a favor and just don’t even bother. WARNING: Major spoilers ahead.

First and foremost, this is the scene I see brought up the absolute most so I’d like to go ahead and address it first:

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Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Failed Deception

Anon asked:  “can you do a taehyung bad boy scenario like you did with yoongi and hoseok? i just found them and theyre so cutee 💓💓”

GROUP: BTS

PAIRING: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy AU!, Fluff
Word count: 1.5k

SYNOPSIS:

 Taehyung wants to hold your hand and kiss you but he doesnt want to ruin his bad boy image

A/N: You guys are really liking this whole bad boy thing huh!Thank you for liking my other scenarios and thank you so much for requesting this one. I enjoyed writing and I hope you enjoy reading it!! Also I might just make this into a series since only 3 more members are left :)

Others members: Yoongi ver // Hoseok ver // Jeongguk ver 

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

When Taehyung had asked you out on a date you hadn’t expected for it to be at a carnival. You were expecting something along the lines of a club where you would have to wear some skimpy dress, and probably spend the night coughing your lungs out because of all the smoke vapours and pungent alcohol smell. But you were very surprised when Taehyung unwrapped the blindfold and your eyes had fallen on the giant ferris wheel and a crowd of people bustling from place to place having a good time.

“You like it?” he smiled warmly at you. You shook your head looking around trying to soak in the beautiful sight. He was worried that you didn’t like it and was about to offer to take you to a place of your choice but you interrupted him. “I love it” you whispered and as soon as the reassuring words had left your mouth his frown disappeared and his face lit up with a bright smile. One that made your heart race.

As soon as you approached the booth to buy your tickets , Taehyung found himself to be on the receiving end of a shocked stare. You had to stop yourself from giggling because you understood the sentiment. After all Taehyung wasn’t someone who usually frequented such domestic events, rather everyone expected to find him at some underground joint getting high. Understanding why he was being stared at, Tae opted to glare at the guy and hissed under his breath some very colourful swear words that had the young man in front of you fumbling with the tickets.

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thank you for all your recs this week! Since I will be away for two weeks after June 17th, please send in ALL your recs (the more the better haha!) so I can pre-make them before I leave :) Thank you!!

Rec’d by anonymous:
The Last Dancer by StarryKnight94, Teen, 18k (WIP)
In which Victor is the chosen one, a dancer gifted with the powers of the Ice Goddess to protect her people at any cost. Amid the rising threat of the Fire God, Yuuri wants nothing more than to protect him. But when Yuuri awakens to a great power himself and goes to meet his idol, will Victor welcome his support or does a hidden darkness lurk behind that beautiful facade?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dissonance by Mats, Explicit, 32k (WIP)
Yuuri takes it for granted that Viktor will always meet him where he is. So when his coach and lifelong idol suddenly plants a very public kiss on him at the Cup of China, Yuuri takes it as a signal that his and Viktor’s relationship is about to undergo a major (and welcomed) change. But he may be wrong, and that might change everything, too.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Dark Angel of Mine by vanialex81, Teen, 40k (WIP)
When Yuuri’s heavenly light manages to catch the attention of the demon lord Viktor, Yuuri will learn that the demon will stop at nothing to claim him. Something that starts as desire turns into an emotion that Viktor had not foreseen. To what lengthens will he go to have the angel?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
why am i still here? by OedipusOctopus, Teen, 22k (WIP)
Yuuri finds himself in his fifth year at university, dreading taking a freshman level math course. He imagines his Russian TA to be a curmudgeonly hardass, only to find he’s a total hottie! Yuuri isn’t suave, attractive, or exceptional in any way, but somehow Victor takes a liking to him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Between Periods by caitwritesstuff, Mature, 9k (WIP)
Yuuri is a history teacher out of a job due to recent cut backs. It just so happens that Phichit works at a school that’s needs a new history teacher. In walks Victor Nikiforov, the undeniably beautiful yet eccentric literature teacher from across the hall with a bit of an obsession with Russian lit and a certain adorable history teacher.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
What Lies Beneath Our Feet by HQ_Wingster, Gen, 19k (WIP)
At the YoI Farm, all animals are given the happiness that they deserve. When ex-battery chicken, Yuuri, comes to the farm one day after being set free, he relearns what it means to be a happy animal with a life ahead of him.

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Rec’d by @stevietomybuck :
winners in a losing game by xylophones, Teen, 19k
Don’t believe the rumors, international popstar Viktor Nikiforov is totally not using his new album as an excuse to flirt with the cute dancer that stole his heart last year.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
To Boldly Go by xylophones, Teen, 29k
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Snow & Ashes by natiwati, Mature, 5.4k (WIP)
They stand in silence, and Yuuri isn’t brave enough to ask him for his name, strike up any form of conversation. They gaze at the moon above together, two waves pulled by its astounding gravity. And when he finally gleans the courage to part his lips and suck in a breath to inquire, the man steps on his cigarette, extinguishing it, and leaves. Yuuri takes another drag, pretending not to feel so disappointed.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita, Gen, 26k
Being a superhero is hard. It’s even harder when you’re desperately in love with the most famous figure skater in the world, who never seems to notice you. Of course it doesn’t help that he’s a superhero too–and he’s head over heels for your alter-ego.

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Rec’d by @blusocket :
marker in the sand by faelicy, Teen, 10k
Victor has always been with Yuuri. No one understands the consequences better than Yuuri himself.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
On (Online and Offline) Love by AlexWSpark, Mature, 32k
In which Yuuri and Victor are gamers, head over heels for each other, and hoping to one day come face-to-face. Of course, when two whipped, adorable fluff-balls are involved, shenanigans ensue…

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Law Firm of Katsuki, Nikiforov & Chulanont by nerdlife4eva, Not Rated, 12k (WIP)
Yuuri, Victor, and Phichit are long-time friends who decide to form their own law firm. The trio has found remarkably success, despite the constant bickering between Yuuri and Victor. When the sexual tension between these two best friends erupts, bringing them crashing together in a drunken one-night stand, the fate of their new firm becomes uncertain.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
let’s go steal an ice rink by FullmetalChords, Mature, 28k (WIP)
That one AU where Yuuri is a grifter, Victor is a criminal mastermind, and somehow they end up saving the world together. Also featuring catburglar Yuri, hitter Otabek, and hacker Phichit.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Explicit, 66k (WIP)
Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Only You by quesadiaz, Teen, 59k (WIP)
In the year 2021, Victor Nikiforov, retired professional figure skater and Number One Husband, steps into a taxi to make his way home from the grocery store, arm full of vegetables and fruits to bring home to his beautiful husband and loyal old dog. A sharp sound and a blur of color is the only warning before Victor wakes up in the year 2016, sitting in a first class seat on an ascending airplane headed for Fukuoka, Japan.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Katsudon for Gold by cROAissant (RoamingShadow), Gen, 4.5k
Somewhere along the road, “I might never like you” morphed into “I would die for this child”, and Yuri Plisetsky would be six feet under before Victor fucking Nikiforov would lay his thirsty hands on his precious student.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Void by copperwings, Teen, 14k
When Yuuri is discovered to be Void and his home town turns against him, he escapes into the world of figure skating. On the ice he can play the role of anyone and not be restricted by what he actually is, but off the ice it’s a constant battle of trying to hide his true nature from the world.

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Rec’d by @mmeishi :
Wound Up by Temptalia, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov, face of popular idol group Agape, is at the top of his career, but a low point in his life. His reckless and sometimes self-destructive tendencies cause endless worry for his fellow group members: Yurio, Chris, and Otabek. When the time comes to go in a sexy new direction for the group’s image, Yuuri Katsuki lands an audition and knocks Victor off of his feet. However, Victor has a strange feeling he’s met Yuuri somewhere before.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ah, deceit. by Nikiforlove, Gen, 11k (WIP)
Viktor is the head of the Russian Mafia, charming, sleek and confident. He’s a very hasty man, and he prefers fieldwork over office work, and Yakov’s pissed. Surprise, surprise! Yakov signed a contract with the JP Mafia without Viktor’s consent, to get him a consigliere who would maybe, make up for what Viktor lacks. Oh boy, Viktor is pissed, he’s fuming. Damn, all he wanted was to go on a date with that bespectacled cutie he met the other day at the cafe.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Tale Carved on Ice by Adora, Teen, 2.6k
A bittersweet tale about the magic we lost and the one we found again.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bottle Me Your Smile by Ncj700, Not Rated, 35k (WIP)
In a tiny village on the edge of the kingdom, Yuuri Katsuki – common as mud Pharmakeia owner – embarks on a goal to achieve a childhood goal. With the help of the world’s greatest magical, and a missing potion ingridient, he will achieve it.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Stars Incline Us, They Do Not Bind Us by AuraJenkins, Gen, 4.4k
Yuuri has always known that he was different, he was fairly sure that being born with the ability to see everyone’s red strings of fate, tying soulmates together, wasn’t normal. Stranger than this is the realisation that his string extends past the sky.


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Finally- Tom Holland

Request:

prompt: you find out you’re pregnant and you can’t wait to tell Tom

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

warnings:

A/N: aaaahhh I loved writing this!! I love tom so much

Masterlist

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

You and Tom had never agreed on really trying to get pregnant, but you didn’t take the pill anymore and neither did he use condoms. You were now married for over a year and when you forgot to take the pill one time, you talked about it not really being bad when you’d get pregnant.

So you were trying to get pregnant, but it’s not that you guys really talked about it. “Well, trying is fun anyways, isn’t it, darling?”, Tom had once said with a smirk plastered on his lips. You had rolled your eyes at him, but of course it was, there was no chance in denying that.

So when you woke up one morning and you felt incredibly nauseous, you didn’t really think much of it. But only a few minutes after you’d woken up, you had to run into your bathroom and had thrown up.

And despite you feeling really awful, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy. For the last two months, you hadn’t gotten your period, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

But now that you’ve thrown up, you were really hoping you were finally pregnant. Because Tom was currently training, he didn’t notice you throwing up. When you’d gotten yourself all cleaned up, you immediately called your gynecologist, asking if you could come today. Luckily for you, you could come over.

You told Tom you had to visit your friend, you didn’t want him to get all excited for your baby when it wasn’t safe yet. So you sat in the waiting room alone, excited, but also scared. Tom wanted to have a baby so badly and you wanted one, too.

You had always admired how good Tom was with children, how he could make them laugh but also how he could take care of them. And you, you had actually wanted to start a family with Tom the moment you started dating. You didn’t know how but, you had known he was the right one from the beginning.

When you were called, you were still full of different emotions. But when the doctor examined you and told you that you were in fact pregnant, you started crying out of joy.

You left the doctor still overflown with joy, you were so happy to bring a small image of your growing baby back to Tom.

“I’m back!”, you called down the hallway as you slipped off your shoes. “In the kitchen!”, Tom had called back. You followed a delicious smell coming from the kitchen and found your husband cooking dinner for you.

You stood behind Tom and wrapped your arms around his torso, snuggling into his back. “How was it?”, he asked, which caught you off guard, because you had forgotten you told him you were with your friend. “The usual,”, you lied.

Tom noticed though, he always did, but he didn’t want to address it. He turned around and pulled you in for a delicate kiss. You smiled into the kiss and so did he; you were cute like that.

When you pulled away, he tried to catch your lips inbetween his again, the kiss had been way too short for his liking. You stood on your tip toes so you could reach his ear, your hands were burried in his hair.

“Do you want to know a secret?”, you whispered, grinning. You flopped down again and smirked up to him. He smiled at you, seeing how happy you were. Tom then nodded. “Follow me,”, you whispered and giggled afterwards. Tom made sure none of the food would burn and then followed you into the hallway, where you had put your bag earlier.

“Do you reallyyyy want to know my secret?”, you asked, the grin never leaving your lips. Tom smiled as well and slightly tickled your sides, making you giggle even more. “Of course I do, darling. Spill it already.”, he said, becoming more impatiend by the second.

“Close your eyes,”, you demanded. Tom rolled his eyes at you, still smiling and then closing his eyes. You turned towards your bag and quickly pulled out the small printed image of your baby. “Give me your hands, baby,”, you demanded again. He pulled up your hands and you softly lay the image into his welcoming hands.

“Open your eyes.”, you now whispered. Tom opened his eyes still smiling and when he looked at the tiny picture in his hands, his mouth dropped open. Hundreds of thoughts fle around in his head.

“Is this what I think it is?”, he asked, seeming slightly out of breath, although he didn’t know why. You nodded shyly, biting down on your lip. “Darling, you better not be messing with me right now ‘cause-,”, he began, but you cut him off.

You placed you hands on his cheeks. “I’m not baby, I’m not,”, you told him, tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m pregnant.”, you whispered, analysing his features. His eyes too, filled with tears as he looked at you, at loss of words.

“And this is,”, Tom began, taking a deep breath. “this is ours, then?”, he asked quietly. “Yes it is, love.”, you replied. A tear escaped his eyes and you carefully wiped it away, foreheads touching.

Tom bent down to grab your thighs and then lifted you onto his hips. You giggled as he showered your face with kisses. When his lips were finally pressed against yours, it was one of the most passionate kisses you had ever shared.

“I love you so much,”, Tom mumbled into the kiss, making you smile. “I love you just as much,”, you mumbled back. Tom sat you down on the kitchen table and knelt down in front of you. He kissed your stomach reapeatedly. “Tom?”, you asked him as his lips lingered on your lower abdomen.

“mhm?”, he mumbled, looking up to you. And him looking up to you like that, with his lips still pressing to your stomach, it was the most innocent and most beautiful scene you had ever seen.

“The doctor said that one could already hear the hertbeat.”, you told him. His eyes gleamed with pure joy and then he softly pressed his ear against your stomach. It was quiet for a few seconds, before he finally pulled away. Another tear was rolling down his cheek as he stood up and kissed the top of your head.

“That’s our baby,”, he commented and you nodded happily. “You keep on gifting me, darling, what did I do to deserve you?”, he asked.

That night, the both of you lay awake for hours, both of you staring at your now bare stomach. Tom swore he could already see a small baby bump. He kept on whispering to the baby, promising to always protect it.

“I love your mummy so much, darling. And we both love you so much. Oh god, look at me I know that you’re growing inside your mummy for a good few hours and I already can’t wait to hold you in my arms,”, he whispered.

He leant down and placed his lips onto your stomach once more. “I promise to love you forever, darling.”, he whispered and took one of your hands into his.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran react to overhearing MC's family scold her because they despise who she's dating? Maybe they think they aren't successful and responsible enough or not loyal or trustworthy or feel like MC deserves far better than what she's getting our of them? Specifically I'd like to see Saeyoung's reaction given his insecurities.

And we’re back! Did you guys miss some scenarios?

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V finding MC’s family disapproval

Zen

  • “Sweetie, I just think he’s playing with you.”
  • He heard that coming from your father when you two were washing the dishes in the kitchen, Zen noticed you two forgot a plate and was bringing it to the kitchen.
  •  “And what makes you think that, dad?” “Well, he’s handsome, I bet he has tons of women running after him. Maybe famous women? What makes you think he won’t dump you for some famous actress? He’s a public figure, honey, his image is everything. Plus… he sounds shallow like that.”
  • Shallow? Zen could deal with being called narcissist, workaholic, but… shallow? He was sounding shallow to your father?
  • He wanted to walk into the kitchen, maybe subtly, maybe not. He wish he had some really witty and smart statement to give so your father would realize he wasn’t just image
  • And he was about to step into the kitchen when he finally heard your voice: “If he sounds shallow, maybe you didn’t pay attention enough to what he was saying, dad. Have you listened to his story? His problems with his family? The way he struggled when he started his career as an actor? Have you heard when he told you how much he loves me and how guilty he feels that we’re still not married? Come on, dad. Either you weren’t listening, or you don’t know what shallow means.”
  •  “But, honey…” “His family is broken enough, dad. Let’s not break ours too just because you’re seeing Zen as just another actor, not as the man I chose to share my life with.”
  • Zen could almost cry right there. How did he manage to find someone who can see so deep inside him? Yeah, he definitely likes being known for his looks, but the fact you see beyond them is really overwhelming.
  • When you two are saying goodbye to your father, he gives a firm handshake to the man.  “I hope we can spend more time together, sir.”
  • “I would like that a lot. I see you have a bike, what brand is it?” that goodbye turned into a long conversation about bikes, which was super boring to you, but seeing them bonding was worth it.

Yoosung

  • “I honestly thought it was a joke when you introduced him as your boyfriend, sis.”
  • He heard when you and your sister were in your bedroom trying to find something for you to wear, Yoosung accidentally spilled wine on you.
  • “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious! What are you thinking, MC? He seems like a teenage mama’s boy. Look at what he did to your shirt, he’s so clumsy and… nerve-wracking! You’ll have to play his mommy all the time!”
  • Well, it’s not like he haven’t thought about himself like that before, but listening when it comes from another person, that person being someone who grew up with you hurts a lot more.
  • His first instinct was head out of there without anybody noticing he’s gone. But… then your sister would be completely right.
  • “He just spilled wine on me because his spatial notion is still a little compromised due to his eye. Have I told you he hurt his eye trying to protect me, sis? And yeah, he’s still a little nervous because he doesn’t know my family too well, but your hostility definitely won’t help him calming down. If you’ weren’t such a bitch, maybe you would have noticed by now he’s an amazing smart man that makes me really happy.”
  • “You just called me a bitch because of that guy?” “I did, just so you know how serious I am about him, to the point I’m fighting with my favorite person in the world.”
  • Well, he’s glad he didn’t run and stayed to listen to this. You made him sound like a really cool reliable guy, the type of man he’s trying to be for you.
  • After you and your sister go back to the living room, she makes sure to sit next to you two. “So wait… you asked her to be your pre-girlfriend before you got together? Oh my God, that’s so adorable…”
  • Then you two kept squealing over that photo of his with the roses, and though he’s super embarrassed, he couldn’t help feeling a little smug when your sister said ”Huh, I wish my boyfriend were like this.”

Jaehee

  • “She seems a little cold, MC. Are you sure she really likes you?”
  • She heard when you and your brother were setting the table while she was talking to your parents in the living room, she decided she needed to help as well.
  • “Ugh, don’t even start, bro.” “I’m not saying this to be an ass! Come on, MC, she’s so formal! She’s almost like a granny, you’ll get bored if you stay with her! This if she doesn’t dump you first, she seems cold like that.”
  •  You warned her about your brother’s brutal honesty, but this still felt unexpectedly hurtful.
  • She was really trying to loosen up, and she honestly felt she was doing a good job, at least next to you and to your friends, maybe she wasn’t and people close to you were feeling she wasn’t real about your relationship?
  • “She’s been working her ass off on a very strict company basically since she graduated, she’s still learning to loosen up. You would have noticed this if you weren’t so desperate about finding something to complain about my girlfriend, as you typically do.”
  • “Jeez, MC, calm down! I’m just worried for you.” “I appreciate it, but you’re the one boring me right now, let’s end this before I stop feeling bored and end up getting angry.”
  • She can’t help feeling this warmth growing inside her. Knowing that you are willing to fight for her like this is amazing! Not only because she never had that before, but also because it’s you.
  • Your brother decides to talk a little more to her. “Whooooa, so you’re a judo blackbelt? That’s awesome! You gotta teach me some moves!”
  • Well, giving this guy an ippon after he pissed you off would satisfy her more than she cared to admit.


Jumin

  • “Are you sure this is a healthy relationship, honey?”
  •  Your mother asked you when you two were making dinner while he was setting the table, as you asked him, but he didn’t know where to find the forks.
  •  “What do you mean, ma?” “I mean, he seems so intimidating and, everything is happening so fast, you barely know each other and are already engaged, he seems very intense, for that matter.”
  • Well, he was indeed very intense, but… intimidating? He never wanted to come across as intimidating, not to you, not to the woman who raised you.
  • Was he intimidating you to the point you were feeling pressured to get married?
  •  “Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. He’s not like dad, okay? Yes, he is very intense, just because he never had the chance to express his feelings like all of us do.“
  • “Well, your father wasn’t good at expressing feelings either, then he expressed with actions…” “Ma, Jumin would never hurt me, emotionally or physically. I know you might be thinking I’m on a cycle, that I have daddy issues, but… just give him a chance, okay? Let him prove he is nothing like my father.”
  • He was really sad for you and your mother. Two amazing women were suffering due to a man’s behavior, this was awful in so many levels…
  • He walks into the kitchen, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Why don’t you just rest while MC and I cook, maam?”
  • “Oh wow, what a gentleman… nothing like her father.” He smiled genuinely, neither of the women were feeling intimidated by that smile.

Saeyoung

  • “Your mother and I think you deserve better.”
  • Your father says when you were helping him changing a light bulb, Saeyoung decided to help when he heard this.
  • “Why would you think that, dad?” “Sweetie, he’s a train wreck! He’s immature, irresponsible, you told me how rude he acted with you. How can you be sure he won’t start pushing you away again?”
  • Of course he knew how immature and irresponsible he was, but he never really thought about what if he started getting snappy to you again. He promised he wouldn’t, but… was he good at keeping promises? Ask his brother.
  •  If he had any good sense, he would walk away and pretend he didn’t listen to any of this. He was already immature and irresponsible, he didn’t need o be nosy as well.
  • “He just pushed me away because he was worried and pretty sure he would die at any moment back then, dad. He was scared, he’s been scared his whole life! Have I told you what kind of hell he and his brother grew up at?”
  • “Sweetie, it still doesn’t justify…” “It does to me. He is scared and willing to change for me, I know that because I trust him. Can’t you trust the man your daughter loves? Not even a little?”
  • Well, if you asked him anything with that tone, he would oblige without thinking… ugh, you’re so sweet, so lovely, so caring… he can never push you away again! Not right now his life is so great with you and his brother, but it isn’t perfect, since your parents don’t like him…
  • “I’ll be honest with you, son. I still don’t trust you, but my daughter does and she never failed her judgments, that, and only because of that, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked at him and smiled.
  • “Thank you, sir. I’ll prove it will be worth it.” Not so immature and irresponsible right now, is he?

Saeran

  • “MC, listen to me, this guy is trouble!”
  • He heard this through the baby monitor when you and your sister went to check on her son.
  • “Why are you saying this?” “MC, he is… creepy! Are you dating him to punish dad? Look at him, he looks like he’s on the edge of a mental breakdown! Are you sure you want to play his nurse forever?”
  • He wasn’t on the edge of a mental breakdown! At least not now… at least not since you came along, but there were a few says, though…
  • Your sister is so right! He’s so weird and creepy, he doesn’t deserve you at all! Why did he even think he could handle trying to be normal and do normal things with you?
  • “I’m not playing his nurse! I like to help him because I love him, and he had mental break downs in the past, you would have too if you were locked up and forced to drugs after growing up with an abusive mother. All he needs is support and a loving family, not this… judgment from you!”
  • “MC, calm down, I was just…” “I know you’re concerned, but focus your concern on helping me give him what he needs. If you have nothing else nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
  • Saeran didn’t hear any of this, he hid in the bathroom when you two left the bay’s bedroom and kept talking as you walked into the living room.
  • Then you two heard the baby crying through the baby monitor, but he quickly stopped, you two found it odd and went to check on him.
  • He was fine, Saeran was holding him. “Am… Am I doing this right?” Making yours and your sister’s heart explode from sweetness? Yep, he was doing this right.

V

  • “What are you even thinking dating this guy, MC?”
  • Your brother asked you when V went to the toilet, he got lost and tried to get back to ask your brother where was it, exactly.
  • “What do you mean?” “I mean, he’s an old blind man, MC! You’re wasting your youth with a guy like this, he won’t be able to keep it up with you!”
  • V already thought about it, yes, you were so young, did you really need to take such a responsibility by dating him?
  • And that coming from your brother, who sounded so worried… he hated being a burden and provoking this arguing between two family members…
  • “He’s just one year older than you, so chill. And what century are we in? Do you think just because he’s blind, he’s not able to have a normal life? Dude, we’re planning a trip to Italy for my birthday, I think that’s pretty normal, don’t you?”
  •  “MC, take I easy, I’m just…” “You’re concerned, but you don’t have to.  He’s pretty good by himself, and he’s independent, he doesn’t need me, yet he wants me, and I want him, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
  • He needed you, maybe not to do things for him, yes. But he needed you because he loved you, and he was so happy that you were so sure about him not being a burden.
  • You were saying goodbye, when your brother said: “I’m sorry, dude.”
  • “If you want to apologize, apologize for stressing her out. As for me, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring you a gift from Italy as a peace offer.”
satisfied (m.) | jungkook

jeon jungkook + incubus au

genre: smut | kidnapping | oral sex | bondage | blindfolded | filth basically

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When you wake, it’s because your arm twists in an unnatural fashion and you have to maneuver it around as far as your bound wrist will allow you to. It’s dark in this room that you do not recognize, the only light source the pale moonlight that peeks from between thin curtains.

In the corner of the room, displayed on a lone chair, you see your dress neatly folded with your cell phone sitting on top of it and your heels leaning against one of the wooden legs. It was obvious that someone had undressed you, panic setting in as you quickly rub your legs together, the material of your panties moving between them reassuring you.

You’re freezing, and, when you look down, you understand why. You’re dressed in nothing but a large black T-shirt. In big white block letters you read- BONJOUR BITCHES -and fight off a round of hysterical laughter. Not because the shirt is funny. The shirt is fucking stupid and isn’t yours. You just don’t know how to process your situation. You glance over at a digital clock on the bedside table to see that it’s two am and presumably the same night that you remember going out for drinks with some girls from your school.

The taste of old alcohol is still on your tongue and when you swallow your throat is scratchy and dry. Your memories are fuzzy, images of sweaty bodies pressing against each other and your friends encouraging you to talk to any man you showed the slightest interest in appearing in your mind. If you didn’t know any better, you would say this was a prank done by the idiotic college girls you decide to hang out with, but with the way your wrist and ankles are tied expertly to the bed and the slight rawness on your skin that suggests you’ve been tied up for a great amount of time - the chances are low. You tug on what you think are ribbons, wince when the material digs into your skin yet again. No matter how hard you tuck your knees in and pull you are moved back into place each time, legs wide and spread out.

The realization that you aren’t strong enough to break free brings tears to your eyes. No matter how much you struggle it only brings on more pain, and who knew when your captor would back? You blink away the tears and sigh, trying to catch your bearings. If you could just remember how you had gotten there and who had taken you, then maybe you could calm down. Think, you say to yourself, memories of drunken coin fumbling and laughter repeating themselves over and over again until your head starts to pound.

You were alone at one point, overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol and hormones on the crowded dance floor. You were sitting at the bar, manicured nails tapping against the slick cold surface that felt like glass but not quite. A man sat next to you (some would consider him more of a boy, but the small smirk on his lips told you otherwise.) He was tall and unmistakenly handsome with large glossy eyes that were barely covered by the fringe of his dark hair.

Your interaction wasn’t brief, and at one point your “friends” came over to drag you away but you were too immersed in the conversation to notice and they were too inebriated to care. The man bought you drinks and your false sense of security prompted you to take them all down without question. “Have you ever been touched by a man before?” He asked suddenly, alcohol catching in your throat as you tried your best to swallow it the rest of the way down despite your body’s protest.

“Yes,” you reply with slight nervousness. The man smiles, and in this memory, you’re almost certain he told you his name but it’s gone now, in the back of your mind tucked into one of the spaces that were too full of names and faces.

“A woman perhaps?” His smile got even bigger when your eyes widened and you shook your head no.

“Only one person and it wasn’t very good… I haven’t been with anyone since. That’s why my friends tried to get me to talk to so many people tonight.” It wasn’t a lie, unfortunately. When you slept with Chanyeol he had been so nervous that you ended up guiding him the entire time with shaky hands and awkward touches.

The man considered this and leaned in a bit closer to you. His cologne was strong but not overwhelming, something soft and alluring that made you lean in so close that when his hand pressed against the bare skin of your knee, you jumped. His lips brushed against your cheek. “How about,” he murmured as he moved over to your ear and pressed soft kisses against it that make you shiver, “I show you how a real man takes care of a woman?” You suck in a breath, the liquid courage and obvious attraction between the two of you enough to cloud your judgment.

The last thing you remember is his soft touch and oh so intoxicating smell as you whisper a soft, “yes, please.” And everything afterward fades into a blur.

A hand gently touches your cheek and your eyes shoot open to see the man from your memory sitting next to you on the bed. For some reason, you aren’t scared anymore and your body instantly relaxes under the warmth of his touch. His eyes aren’t the same glossy brown color that you remember and are now completely black with markings covering his neck in intricate sharp lines. When he smiles at you you can see fangs peeking out where his previous bunny teeth had been and you almost ask him if they’re fake when his tongue gently runs over the points and they don’t move out of place.

“Did you rest well, (y/n),” the man asks, his hand still caressing your cheek. You don’t understand why you’re so calm, why you aren’t kicking and screaming for him to get away from you and why you find yourself leaning into his touch.

You don’t speak and simply give him a look of confusion, one that he lets out an almost maniacal laugh at. He seems to be enjoying your distress and you wonder where the man that you had met at the bar had gone, or if he had truly existed at all.

“I see you aren’t in the speaking mood so I’ll just get to the point. These restraints are just a precaution in case you decide to run away. I did say I would make you feel good and I intend on keeping that promise. Now, relax and don’t do anything rash, okay, sweetheart?”

You nod automatically and without thinking your legs begin to spread themselves even wider than they already were. You decide to stop questioning why you’re letting him touch you, why you’re about to let him do whatever he wanted to you. It felt right, so maybe that meant that it was.

Jungkook - yes that was his name, you remembered now - hadn’t hurt you from what you could see. Your friends told you to be more adventurous and something about the man who was now situated between your legs, hands gently running up your thighs, made your heart pump faster than any adrenaline rush could.

You watch as Jungkook continues to run his hands over your skin until he gets to the hem of the large shirt and gently tugs it over your head, stopping when the black material covers your face in a makeshift blindfold. You almost say something in protest but he leans in and kisses your lips, tongue slipping in your mouth and caressing against your own until you feel dizzy. He trails down from your mouth, a small trail of saliva between the two of you breaking when he presses open mouthed kisses against your jawline and down to your neck. When his clothed chest presses against yours you realize that you aren’t wearing a bra and whine as the material rubs against your sensitive nipples.

Jungkook hums and bites down roughly against your neck, a gasp coming from your throat in surprise. You can’t see him and every one of your senses is heightened, a bit of fear mixed with lust causing your panties to become wetter by the second. You wanted him, no you needed him to fuck you, but Jungkook was taking his time in leaving as many marks on your body as possible. He fondles your breast now, a whimper leaving your lips as his tongue unexpectedly runs over your sensitive bud. He takes it into his mouth, biting down and sucking it while his other hand pinches the second with his thumb and index finger. He trails his lips over your chest to your second nipple and gave it an equal amount of attention, your whimpers slowly turning into pants as he continues to bite and lick and tease. When he’s done making you squirm, Jungkook pulls away and you feel his fingertips lightly trail down your sternum to your torso. When he gets to your panties you let out a squeal of surprise, his face suddenly burying deep in your clothed heat and taking in a deep breath of your arousal.

“You smell so good, darling,” he cooed, “And your little cunt is trembling… Do you want me to eat your pussy?” You nod and his hand comes down sharply against your thigh, making you jump against the bed sheets. “I would appreciate an answer, sweetheart. I want you to beg for me. Say ‘Please, sir, eat my pussy. Taste my trembling little cunt.’”

You blush and bite down on your lip, you’ve never had someone speak to you this way before and couldn’t imagine the words coming out of your own mouth, but you were so needy that you would do almost anything to have his tongue inside you. “P-Please, sir, eat my pussy, Taste my trembling little c-cunt.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Good girl.”

Your panties are discarded and you have no idea where he has them, but when he puts his mouth on your clit you quickly forget about it, a moan leaving you as you feel your body sink into the bed. Jungkook has his hands on your thighs, slowly dragging his tongue up your slit in a way that makes you jerk upward into his face before he pins you down again. You hear your wetness as he slowly lets his tongue enter you, a chuckle leaving his mouth when you tug on the restraints in an attempt to grab hold of his hair. The pain around your wrists is barely noticeable now as you whimper and struggle against the ribbons. You wanted to touch him, to run your hands over his chest and let your tongue trace the dark markings on his neck. “Sir, please,” you moan as his fingers start to stimulate your clit, his mouth forming into a smile against your pussy, “please fuck me.”

Jungkook hums, the vibration causing shivers to dart up your spine. “I suppose you deserve it… But first, open your mouth for me, darling.” He presses a final kiss against you and you hear him sit up against the bed, still situated between your thighs. You hear a belt buckle being undone and the sound of him tugging off his clothing. You’re nervous, but your desire is too high for such timidity.

Your mouth opens and you feel Jungkook’s fingers run over your lips, wet and plump. He leans down and you return his kiss, moaning when you feel his erection run over your folds. Suddenly, he pulls away, and you feel cold again as the bed creaks. Right when you try to protest, a complaint on the tip of your tongue, your mouth is filled with his cock and you have to refrain from gagging.

His hands grasp onto the sides of your head and position it at a more comfortable angle before his starts to thrust into your mouth, his groans filling the room as your whimpers drown in your mouth. He doesn’t go easy on you, his fingers digging into your hair as he goes deeper and deeper into your throat. You take it all, ignoring the pain as your saliva dribbles out the sides of your mouth and tears start to fall down your cheeks. Jungkook holds you against his pelvis, your nose pressing into his small amount of pubic hair before you gag and his releases you. You pull away with a gasp, breathing heavily as his hand caresses your hair. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, {y/n},” he cooed, watching as you still try to catch your breath. Jungkook’s fingers gently rub your lips and you let out a whimper as you hear him suck on the two digits. “Look how wet sucking my cock made you, darling. I think you’re ready for me to be inside you.”

“Yes,” you gasp in desperation, “I want it so bad. I need you to fuck me, please. Please, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you.”

Your companion doesn’t respond for a moment and you think it’s because he just wants to torture you, but your thoughts quickly dissipate when you feel the tip of him run over your folds again before he thrusts inside of you and your head throws back as you let out a scream. He was so big, and you hadn’t been with anyone in so long that his girth is practically suffocated by your walls. Jungkook lets out a moan, his hands gripping your hips before he pulls out of you and slams into your cunt again and again, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust. You suspected that Jungkook wasn’t human, that his stamina and frightening strength were unnatural for a human man, but no human man had ever made you feel the way he was now, so you welcomed him with open arms and legs and mouth.

His thrusts are powerful and merciless and you can feel his hands leaving bruises on your skin. You cry out at the welcomed pain and your wrists are sore from how long you’ve been tugging at them. It doesn’t take you long to feel the pressure begin to build and you’re squirming makes Jungkook grunt and grab onto your knees before he pushes them upward against your chest as far as he could with you being restrained.

Scooting in closer to you, he leans his weight against your legs and pounds into your entrance, both of your wetness mixing together in a lewd song. At this angle, he’s impossibly deep and with another cry, you cum against him, hard and without warning. Jungkook lets you ride out orgasm before he uses your fucked out body to get his release. When he pulls out of you, your legs fall back down roughly against the bed and he cums onto your breast and stomach, the liquid warming up your already heated skin.

You’re shaking so badly that you don’t realize that Jungkook is untying your ankles and wrist - pulling the t-shirt over your head as your spent body completely collapses against the bed. With a final kiss to your sweaty temple, Jungkook murmurs something illegible into your ear and you black out.

When you open your eyes again, you’re in your apartment bathed and dressed in a warm set of pajamas. The only proof of the night happening being your bruised body and the ache between your legs. On your nightstand, you see a note and you blush as you read the cursive writing.

Satisfied? - jk

Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

Vampire AU - Jungkook
  • Genre: Smut
  • Pairing: Jungkook/reader

A new student of the Academy in Seoul gets lured by a very sweet and addictive fragrance. His curiosity pushes him to follow this deliciously enticing smell which ends up in a very mysterious meeting.



The first meeting

Originally posted by nnochu


Jeon Jungkook has just stepped into the vast hall of the Academy in Seoul. His eyes scanning the robust building as he sheepishly moves onwards. He set off from his apartment slightly later than he had initially planned, but here he is, still having at least 20 minutes to the start of the very first lecture in his life, a lecture that marks the beginning of a new chapter in his existence - the studies. He had applied for the Academy and somehow got admitted, perhaps out of sheer luck. At least, that’s what he thinks it was. Such strokes of luck have been continuously reappearing for as long as he can remember, one thing that he cannot complain about. He really is lucky. 

He is wandering around the corridors of the old building, looking for a certain classroom.

“Dang it,” the boy curses quietly, “I should’ve checked the timetable more carefully.”

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot recall the number of the room. Randomly, he decides to take the next turn left, which leads to yet another corridor. He can smell a very sweet fragrance that lures him to one of many doors. He follows blindly, being utterly mesmerized by the intoxicating scent. The door is open and he stops by, peeking inside.
  
There you are, leaning over the desk and sorting out some papers. They must be very old, judging from their yellowish hue and tattered edges. Jungkook holds in a breath, lips slightly parted. He forgot what he was about to say.
  
“What’s your business, boy?”
  
If it’s only possible, the pleasant timbre of your voice, despite the strictness of the question, seems to be even sweeter and more alluring than the smell lingering in the room and radiating from your persona. He swallows, spellbound by the perfection of the woman in front of his eyes. He can clearly tell you are older than him, but in all honesty, it’s not because of the wrinkles or any other traces of the flow of unrelenting time. It’s rather because he can sense this aura of dignity and nobility around you. The complexion of your skin is akin to that of porcelain dolls, so fair and shiny. Makes him want to run his hands over the area around your neck and…lower, so enticingly exposed by the snowy-white shirt you’re wearing. 

“Have you gone deaf?” you raise your eyes and Jungkook feels attacked by the intensity of the gaze. 

“How can a human being have such ridiculously beautiful eyes?”, he wants to ask but bites his tongue. 

“Emm, Ma’am… I was thinking… I mean, I think I’m lost and I was thinking if you could help me,” Jungkook utters not really recognizing his own voice now. 

“You should stop, then”, you say in a grave tone. 

“Stop what, Mrs…,” he questions, gathering enough courage to get closer to your desk. 

“You should definitely give up the thinking and ask for help, it doesn’t seem to be one of your best assets anyway, boy,” the mockery stops him dead in his tracks.

 “Excuse me?”, he asks, bewildered.

You take a sharp breath, already running out of your short supply of patience. “Listen here, you’re a pretty face but I sincerely hope you’re at least smart enough to see that I’m a terribly busy person, so…,” Jungkook blinks twice in disbelief upon hearing this questionable compliment. You continue unfazed, in a melancholic manner, shuffling the papers in your delicate hands, “So, come on boy, spit it out already or just get the hell out of my sight.” 

Upon hearing that, Jungkook’s body gets all tense, not liking the way how your sweet voice changes into something more of an unspoken threat. 

“I can clearly see that, Ma’am. I can see you’re very busy,” he stutters a little and goes on, trying not to look away and withhold the weight of your gaze, “I won’t bother you anymore. I’d very much appreciate if you could just show me the way to…,” and then he unexpectedly stops talking. 

“To where? Why did you stop? Did you forget how to use your mouth?” a smirk appears on your face as you keep on observing the obviously flustered boy, standing in front of you. 

“No, it’s just…,” he mumbles. 

“It’s just what?” you nag him, tilting your head to the side.

“Thing is, I can’t recall the number of the room and…,” not being able to contain your amusement, you laugh out loud, giving him a disapproving look. 

“Oh my, oh my. It keeps getting better and better. You’re actually quite entertaining.” 

Jungkook’s face reveals the mix of emotions bottling up inside of him. He clenches his fists, blushing furiously. 

“Is it because of anger or maybe he’s just too shy?” you ponder, starting to enjoy this conversation perhaps a little more than you should. 

“Do you know the name of the lecturer, or maybe the subject, anything for that matter?” you question, giggling softly. 

“History… It’s history,” the boy blurts out bitterly. In spite of the attempt to control your reaction, you fail and end up smiling even wider than before.

“Are you sure of that, boy? Or perhaps you need a moment to think it through and…”, he butts in, not allowing you to tease him any further, “Yeah, I’m damn sure, Ma’am. So damn sure.” His chocolate brown eyes narrowed visibly, a vein popping on his slender neck, disappearing somewhere under the collar of the white shirt. 

“What a handsome brat,” you lick your lip while thinking to yourself. The contrast between that puppy-eyed boy from just a moment ago and the furious young man glaring at you right now is just too striking. 

“Very well, boy. Very well,” you hum quietly. “Let me show you the way then…” 

Jungkook stares absent-mindedly at your hips, which are smoothly rocking from side to side, as you languidly approach him. It seems to him now that the luscious smell is even more distinctive. It magnifies with each and every step that you take. Finally, you halt, stopping quite close to the handsome boy, and yet, he wishes you were even closer. He barely manages to suppress the sudden urge to pull you in and close the remaining distance between you two. 

You gaze at him, smiling maybe a bit too provokingly. 

“Ready for a little trip, boy?”

Once again, you can admire how his perfect face blushes all shades of red, knowing all too well that this time it’s not because of anger or irritation. Jungkook nods bashfully, feeling that he won’t be able to say anything out loud.


Sometime later, Jungkook is finally sitting in the classroom, waiting for the lecture to begin. The mysterious lady he has just met gave him precise directions and made sure that he arrived at the proper place, repeating things twice as if she sensed Jungkook’s inability to focus and listen to her attentively. 

It wasn’t his fault, though. Ok, maybe he isn’t the best one when it comes to approaching and interacting with females, but she was on an entirely different level. Jungkook’s never seen a more beautiful human being. It was… It was almost as if she wasn’t real… Totally out of this world. Yes, this is what it was. This is how he felt in her presence. There was something other-worldly about her, something that he can’t forget. If only he asked about her name or anything that would enable him to find her. Well, most probably she is a worker here, but without any info, it may be quite troublesome to look for her. Jungkook sighs, feeling a bit down. 

Suddenly, the noise in the lecture hall eases off slightly, and all of the students that gathered in the room hurriedly take their seats, preparing for the class. Jungkook raises his head and reluctantly gazes in the direction of the door, expecting to see yet another typical history teacher, a boring and old man with little to no sense of humour. At least, that’s the image stemming from his own school life experience. But, oh dear. The boy almost springs to his feet when a certain mysterious lady enters the room, filling the lecture hall with this delicious smell, so familiar to Jungkook.

You briskly move to the desk and lean against it, facing your today’s audience. Jungkook notices how intently your eyes scan the faces of the first-year students. 

“Is she looking for somebody?” 

Jungkook hears soft whispers coming from the girls behind him. His palms begin to sweat, nervousness creeping over his entire body and then, you are finally done with the search. Or perhaps, a hunt. Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours. As ridiculous as it may seem, Jungkook really feels like a pray, though. Once more, the sweet melody of your voice sends shivers down his spine. 

“Hello there, rookies. My name is Y/N and I’m very sorry to inform you that starting from today, I’ll have to bear with your annoying asses at least till the graduation ceremony,” a sly smirk forms on your lips as you keep on gazing at Jungkook, “I sincerely hope it’s going to be a fruitful time, despite all the adversities of the academic year and the incurable idiocy of some of you… Let’s hope for the best, though.” 

The students are visibly taken aback by the bizarre treatment they’ve just received from their new charismatic teacher. Still, it seems none of them took offence and the lecture begins to take its usual course, only though it has a different ring to it because all of the students appear to be utterly fascinated by this strangely irresistible lady. Till the very end of the lecture, Jungkook can’t shake off the feeling of uneasiness lurking somewhere at the back of his head. His intuition tells him that this memorable meeting will be the beginning of a completely new phase, the beginning of something that will change his life for good.


The restaurant

Originally posted by nochuie


Old habits never die, and through the course of your long life, you’ve acquired quite a few of them. One of which was that hot mug of black coffee sipped somewhere at the back of your best friend’s restaurant. You always choose this one particular table and always, without any exceptions, order the same type of coffee. No milk nor sugar, bitter black coffee brewed only by one particular waiter, because apparently, nobody else is able to do it the way he does. Just one of your many quirks. Are you to blame, though? The everlasting, solitary life of a vampire must have taken its toll on you in one way or another. If not for your human friend, you’d have probably gone mad a long, long time ago. 

Being a born vampire from a noble family, you’re as if to say under constant scrutiny. Your not so loving family members keep their watchful eyes on you, hoping for some fresh and disgraceful news that would grant them the possibility to butt in and spread some gossip and calumny about you. No, your noble and dignified vampire relatives are not so virtuous as they aspire to be, and certainly not even half as trustworthy as they claim they are. For that, and many other reasons, for as long as you remember you’ve been rather detached from that fake community of vampire snobs. It’s maybe not as much about your family only, rather the entire race in general. You can’t help to feel appalled by their actions. They are like parasites. Of course, you’re vampires and it’s only natural you have to drink blood to live, but it seems the majority of your fellow bloodsuckers have somehow become all too greedy. The excessive desire to drink and taunt the mortals is something that you do not approve of. Be it boredom, gluttony or just the fascination with weaker and defenceless humans, it has just all gone out of control. Your kin are nothing less than a clique of hideous, full of shit and insatiable brutes desperate for any type of entertainment that would ease their boredom and somehow tend to their worn-out by time souls. 

If that wasn’t enough because you’re a member of this aristocratic and honourable (as they fancy calling themselves) vampire clan, there are some duties that have been imposed on you, and sadly, you can’t wriggle out of them in spite of numerous attempts. Although by day you are a distinguished and well-respected professor of history at the University of Seoul, night-time brings forth less admirable activities. With a heavy heart, you had to agree to become an owner of a nightclub, in the centre of the city. It’s a place where people and vampires mingle, something like a melting pot for these two races. More importantly, this club is a principal spot for business transactions or meetings between the members of different clans and many other questionable people, needing to tend to their affairs on a relatively safe ground. In other words, the management of this place has been a huge pain in the ass since the day your relatives decided to entrust it to you. That’s why that hot mug of coffee is a very much needed treat, helping you to relax a little just before the usual night-time madness.

You swiftly open the door of the restaurant and are welcomed by one of the waiters, who immediately leads you to your usual table. Sitting down, you quickly scan through the restaurant looking for your friend, but it seems that either she is not here, or she is taking care of things in the kitchen because you can’t really see her anywhere. You get all comfortable at the table, opening one of the old books found somewhere in the depths of the university library. Feeling totally at ease, you start examining the front cover of your little treasure. You’re about to open it and start reading when something or somebody casts a shadow on the book. You sigh, a little pissed. 

“How many times have I told you not to stand in the light when I’m reading, hmm?” you ask, not raising your eyes from the book and mentally cursing the idiocy of your regular waiter. 

“Well, at least he can prepare some decent coffee,” you think to yourself when the person finally moves aside, no longer obstructing the rays of the dawning sun coming through the huge windows. 

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but out of the things you’ve told me not to do, there’s been nothing about the light, so far.

A strangely familiar and beautiful voice forces you to look up. However, something is off because it’s certainly nothing like the voice of the guy that normally takes your orders. It’s Jungkook. It’s that impossibly cute boy from the university. Your student too. He starts counting on his fingers. 

“You’ve told me not to bother you after class, also not to ask stupid questions… And… Oh, yes! There was something about not staring at you, but I think I can’t really promise not to, so…”. 

“What are you doing here?” you interrupt him, not being able to conceal your confusion. 

“I’m working, Ma’am,” he says, smiling softly. 

Oh, wow. I wouldn’t have guessed. Thank you,” a little mockery helps you to regain your composure. 

“I’m in need of some cash. I’m a poor student, after all, you know,” he answers truthfully. 

“So, you decided that becoming a waiter is a good idea?” Your eyes scanning his body now. That apron wrapped around his hips certainly draws too much attention. 

“Dunno, but it seems the uniform fits quite well. What do you think?” 

Oh, god yes. It does fit well. You just wish the apron didn’t cover that much of his muscular thighs

“Ahh, you could even walk naked around here, If you want to know that badly what I think. What matters is my coffee and I have a feeling you will screw it all up.” 

He grimaces offended and takes a sharp breath of air, probably to voice his disagreement, but you cut in again. 

“And, no, I’m not finished yet. I’ve had the same waiter for over like 3 years, brewing exactly the same coffee for me almost every single day because none other was skilled enough to do it properly, and now… Tell me, boy, do you think you have what it takes to prepare that damned coffee? Do you?” 

There was a short silence following your intimidating rant, making you feel so damn proud of yourself. But then, the boy standing in front of you just smiled.

 “Ma’am, I’m not scared of you anymore,” he beams sweetly, “You’re not that terrifying, after all.” 

Your brows furrow angrily. “What does he mean anymore?” you ponder internally, hating to admit that somehow during these past few months his attitude towards you has changed dramatically. You don’t exactly know, though, what has caused such a sudden shift in behaviour. 

“No?” you ask, a bit too weakly. 

“No. Not at all,” Jungkook responds without any hesitation. 

“Oh, is that so? Call your boss. I have to talk to my friend,” you spit out hastily, much to Jungkook’s amusement. 

“So, my boss is your friend?” his eyes widen a little. 

“None of your business, just go and bring her here! I’m not going to waste any more time talking to you. I’m short of it, anyway…,” fingers nervously running through the long strands of your shiny hair. 

The boy doesn’t move an inch, though. He’s standing there, staring at you with this annoyingly cute smile. 

“Oh, goddammit. You’re so fucking disrespectful! I’m your teacher, you brat!” you almost slam your fist on the table, but fortunately, somehow you manage to keep it all at bay. 

“Exactly, that’s the point. Teachers should neither swear nor behave like that in the presence of their students, Ma’am. I hoped you would know better than that…,” he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, getting more and more cheeky

“Wh-who do you think you’re talking to you li-…,” you hiss out, standing up from your chair but you’re interrupted. That oh so accurate epithet you were planning to use will have to wait till the next occasion. 

Hello, darling!” your beautiful friends storms out of the kitchen, causing a little bit of disruption, and perhaps, uneasiness among now visibly tensed waiters. That rude brat seems unfazed, though.

“No, no ‘hello darling’,” you say, maliciously pointing your finger in her direction, “You better tell me, what the fuck is this nonsense all about?” 

She rolls her eyes, fixing the chef uniform that she’s currently wearing, “What nonsense are we talking about, exactly?” She is as professional and as calm as ever. If not for the fact that you’re best friends, you’d probably feel a little uneasy.

 “This nonsense,” you exclaim, now shifting your finger to point at Jungkook.

 “Oh… That cutie? Wha-What about him?” she asks, genuinely interested.

 “Cutie?!” you repeat the nickname in disbelief. 

“He’s not cute, he’s fucking rude and sassy. Like, why the hell did you even hire my own student? Where the fuck is my usual waiter, anyway…,” you take a breath of air in order to continue, “What is going on here, are you plotting with him?” 

She starts giggling a little, “Wait a minute… Are you telling me he’s your student? Oh my, it’s actually quite amusing”. 

“What’s so amusing about that? I demand explanations. Tell me, since when exactly did you start to hire kids with no experience and knowledge about being a waiter in this, let me state it out loud, high-end, fancy restaurant of yours?”

“There are certain reasons… It’s not always about experience. You’re an intelligent person, you should know it well,” she says casually. “By reasons you mean a pretty face and a…,” you stop suddenly feeling that your throat got so dry it’s difficult to finish the sentence. 

“Would you like some water, Ma’am?” Jungkook asks politely. A little smirk on his face laying bare the truth behind this fake act. 

“This is fucking unbelievable!” blood boiling in your veins as you shot your friend a deadly glare. 

“You mean it’s my fault? Oh, no, no no, my darling. I’ll tell you what happened to your beloved waiter. He fucking filed a resignation! He quitted the job, not being able to handle your picky ass. What was I supposed to do? This kid was the only one eager to take up the challenge. How about that? Huh?” 

“He did, he did what?” a sudden realisation got you off the hook but it was soon replaced with anger. 

“That ungrateful bastard! I even gave him decent tips!” you cry out loud stomping your feet. “Why is everyone at me today, what did I do to deserve that…,” you groan. 

“Oh, my… Don’t be such a drama queen. I got you a new, even cuter waiter. What seems to be the problem, darling?” She pulls you in for a hug. 

“Don’t you like him? Common, just look at him,” she encourages. 

“Common, look at me,” Jungkook echoes, bowing slightly to adjust to your height. Slender hands resting on his knees as he does so. 

“I don’t want to,” you mumble quietly. 

Jungkook turns to your friend, “She is a stubborn one, isn’t she?” He asks a bit perplexed, “And all that because of coffee?” 

She rubs your back reassuringly, “No, she’s-she’s just stressed out because of that night shifts at the club and all… Normally she isn’t all that grumpy, you know.” 

Jungkook wasn’t sure if he heard right.

“What club? What night shifts?” he asks, hitting the high note. “Ahh, she is the owner of a clu-,” you butt in immediately, wriggling out of her embrace and looking up at Jungkook and your friend. 

“Damn, girl!” you practically hiss at her. 

“Do you own a nightclub? Oh shit, Noona!” Jungkook is visibly shocked and so excited. Also, the way he has just addressed you makes you feel some weird things, down there, in your tummy. 

“Where, where is it? What’s the name?” he keeps on asking the same questions, bringing you back to your senses. 

“Oh, cut it, will you? You’re not getting any more info! Now, shut up and go make that coffee already,” you order and look away, being too afraid to face him right now… Your friend spilled the beans, but none of you knows yet that this seemingly innocent slip-up will turn out to have tremendous consequences for later.


The boy gets bitten

Originally posted by jjeonguk


“This entire place reeks of hypocrisy,” you growl. 

Heels clicking on the wooden floor as you hastily retreat from that dark pit of your nightclub. As soon as you push the large door and the cold strokes of night air tickle the skin of your heated cheeks, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. This night really was busy. Fortunately, it’s all over.
  

Suddenly, your muscles tense and you get uncomfortable for some reason. There is this familiar scent of fresh and absurdly sweet blood hanging in the air and making all the bloodsuckers go nuts. Instinctively, your legs guide you in the direction of that intoxicating smell, making your senses sky-rocket in response. It lures you to the lane at the back of the club and then you halt abruptly.
  
The world starts spinning around you.

“Jungkookie?” you question silently.

The boy is pinned to the wall, with some repulsive leech sinking his teeth into that delicate and pink flesh. His face contorting with pain and horror.
You get that sickening sensation at the very bottom of your stomach. Jungkook opens his eyes and you could swear that he almost smiles when he notices you standing there and witnessing this impudence.
  
You leap forward, grabbing the neck of the attacker and pulling him back. Jungkook’s blood starts streaming down his torso as the boy sinks to his knees like a lifeless puppet.

“You fucking pests never learn not to touch what’s not yours,” with such words of farewell you twist the vampire’s neck. The creature squeaks like a pig for one last time before turning to ash and forever disappearing from this world.

You kneel down, stretching your arms to embrace the poor boy. You cup his chin and lift it up a little, wanting to look into his eyes. You would expect him to be terrified and appalled by you and your kin. You would expect him to hate you.

“Noona?” a faint smile appears on his face.

“I fucking told you not to come here.”

“As if I ever listened,” he starts shaking in your arms, “Why am I so cold, Noona?”

“Cause you’re dying, idiot.”

Your lower lip starts twitching dangerously.

“That’s too bad…,” he grimaces.

“I really thought we were going to hit it of-”
  
“Stop wasting energy on stupid shit,” you reprimand him, “I-I can help you.”

“How?” he mewls.

Your pulse starts to run wild as you shift your eyes looking straight at the bite mark.

“I’ll have to bite you and turn you into a vampire,” you inhale sharply, “The guy sucked so much blood you really are in a miserable state.”

The disturbing silence forms a lump in your throat.

“So basically either you let me do that or you die here, in this reeking of alcohol back street.”

You hold your breath, preparing to hear his decision.

“Shiiit, do you even need to ask?”
  
He smirks as if he wasn’t about to pass away in your arms. You stare at this perfect smile. Exactly the one that used to annoy you so much, only now you’d do anything to make it last forever. His eyes flutter and the boy loses consciousness. Your grip on his arms tightens as you hurriedly sink your teeth into his neck.


The unquenchable thirst

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


The clock has just struck 8 o’clock. 

“Heck, morning classes,” you swear under your breath as you rush down the vast corridor of the University of Seoul. At last, your hand squeezes the door handle and you open the old and squeaky door in one sharp tug, somehow completely forgetting to conceal your inhuman powers. Happens all too often.

The previously annoyingly loud students hastily return to their seats in complete silence. You can only hear some faint and hurriedly murmured words as you put down your leather briefcase on the desk placed in the middle of the lecture hall. You turn to face the class and your body goes all stiff. With your arms crossed over your chest, so as to cover up the sudden nervousness that has just attacked your entire being, you greet the students and proceed with the lecture.

“Stop staring, stop staring, you insolent brat,” there is this disturbing presence in the room which has been the cause of the excessive heat in certain areas of your body. You don’t even have to look in his direction, Jeon Jungkook is here, as rude as always.

Ever since you turned him into a vampire he has been a frequent visitor at your house. Duh, be it only your house. He’s been coming for your blood, not wanting to feed off other people. “I don’t want their blood, I only crave yours,” the dubious reasoning behind Jungkook’s insatiable thirst is now resonating in your head. You’d never expect that this newly-turned bloodsucker will be the cause of such a turmoil in your rather uneventful life of a solitary vampire. Fair enough, he’s been pestering you to feed him, which is something you would be able to deal with somehow. Temper the boy, establish some rules, like do’s and don’ts of him getting his portion of the red liquid coming from your veins. Thing is that with time, as he’s been feeding off you more and more frequently, he’s also been gaining an unusual strength. Your rules, any control you had over the boy, and even your own self-control have begun to crumble at a devastating pace. His thirst, the desire to drink your blood, much to your dismay, has unexpectedly evolved into something much more troublesome for both of you. He is not only feeding off you, the very act of sinking his teeth into your skin seems to get him off so fucking much he simply cannot hide it and keep it in. 

Your cheeks have gotten so red now you’re appalled by how much all of this affects you. You lost. You simply gave in and one night you let him have sex with you. One big mistake which has laid the foundation for the current issues with Jungkook’s unquenchable thirst.

You are pacing around the lecture hall, feeling as his eyes follow your every movement. You let out a weary sigh, reaching for the exercise book and quickly scanning the pages. You want something to distract this annoying brat.

“Open the books, page 120. You have the remaining of the lesson to answer questions 6 and 7. Don’t slack off. I’ll grade it.” 

Upon saying that you let yourself gaze at Jungkook, smirking triumphantly at the over-confident bastard. A dissatisfied wave of groans echoes in the lecture hall, as if taking up the challenge, the boy smirks back. 

“Eat crap, Jeon Jungkook,” you whisper to yourself, but apparently the message is delivered as it occurs to you that the boy`s eyes are intently watching your lips and their movement. He raises his eyebrow as he languidly opens the exercise book. Finally, he bends down over the notebook, smiling playfully. The room is silent again and you close your eyes for a brief moment to let that sink in, relaxing as much as you can. However, this little paradise doesn’t last long as the sudden grunting noises force your eyes open. It’s Jungkook. His arm is raised, seemingly innocent chocolate eyes staring at you again. Only you know the real side of this sickeningly sweet gaze. It’s a devil in disguise.

“Ekhem,” he grunts even louder.

“What now, Mr. Jeon?”

He is visibly pleased with your vexed tone of voice.

“Could you please help me with one thing here, Professor? I seem to run into trouble.”

“Why does that not surprise me, Mr Jeon? It appears to be your speciality.” You reluctantly stroll to his desk and look at his notebook over his shoulder. 

The proximity between you two makes your stomach clench up in knots. The page is empty, though, unnerved you shot him a reprimanding glare. He only smiles, picking up the pen. He begins writing. Slowly, surprisingly neatly written letters start appearing on the white page. Your gaze falls upon his perfect fingers and slender arms. It brings back the memories from the other night, the night during which these hands were freely and lustfully roaming down your naked body. You swallow hard.

“I’m itching to hear you whimper as I dig my fangs into you again and again.”

Your heart rate quickens and palms begin to sweat nervously. The boy has even the audacity to look up and provocatively runs his tongue over his sinful lips while obnoxiously staring at you. You’re also painfully aware of the little whispers behind your back, the rest of the class has gotten all too interested in you and this… 

“Fucking imbecile,” you hiss, wanting to break his neck like you did with the guy at the back of your club. Jungkook beams even wider. The regret of having so openly lost your cool in front of the other people, hell, during a fucking lecture to be more precise, is just unbearable. Suddenly, the door swings open, squeaking as loud as ever, and a middle-aged guy peeks inside.

“Mrs Y/N, you’ve been summoned by the principal. Pressing matters, if you please, just come with m-mee,” the guy stutters, being obviously afraid to interrupt you at work. You’re not exactly known as the most friendly lecturer here. Normally, you’d send him a deadly glare but now you couldn’t be more happy to see him.

“You heard him right, the lecture is over. Don’t forget to bring the assignment to our next meeting,” with these last words you exit the room, not even bothering to look at Jungkook.


Knock-knock-knock.

“Yes?”

You lazily stretch your sore legs underneath the desk, eyes finally leaving the stacked up pile of documents on your desk so as to glance at the door of your office. The principal gave you like a whole bunch of old manuscripts to examine but you didn’t complain at all. The rustling of old papers has been one of the very few sources of joy in your life. Up until recently, that is. The door clicks, only then you start having this funny feeling in your stomach again. The room is now gradually filling with the sweet and so well-known to you scent. Your brows furrow.

“Have you run into trouble again?” you ask sarcastically, fingers tapping restlessly on the surface of your mahogany desk. His face finally appears in sight.

“You have no idea, Professor Y/N. It’s never been this urgent.” 

He gently closes the door, and with a rather too cocky smile, he turns the key in the lock. Being ridiculously content with himself, he tosses the key in the air as he approaches your desk. It lands in his hand and then he quickly puts it into his trousers’ pocket.

Your mood suddenly drops.

“No blood sucking at the University.” If looks could kill, Jeon Jungkook would most surely be dead by now.

“I know,” the response was too nonchalant for your own liking.

“So what the fuck are you even doing here?!” Rising to your feet, you slam your fists on the desk. The room falls silent. The boy inhales sharply while ogling your body. His eyes glitter and they become narrower as he wordlessly takes advantage of your anger. His stare makes you sit down again, squeezing your thighs in agony. You can’t lose this time.

“I’m not going to wait till the evening,” he announces.

You snort with laughter trying to keep your appearances, but the malicious threat behind his words is giving you cold chills.

“And tell me boy, who says you have the right to decide about anything here?”

This time it was his turn to chuckle.

“Ai, Noona, Noona…,” the amused whisper sounds so sexy

The air around you suddenly feels too heavy and your chest goes up and down in an uneven manner. Hesitantly, you turn your eyes to look at Jungkook. He’s just walked past the desk. You don’t want to look at him anymore, you don’t want to be in the same room with him. You feel so weak and helpless your eyes shut tightly despite your will. The chair rocks slightly as he grabs its handles. You can feel he sinks to his knees pulling the chair even closer. Alarmed, you open your eyes, face reddening as the boy is so close that his breath tickles your cheek. At this point, you’re really struggling to remain a sitting position. If you moved just a little you’d land straight into the boy’s arms with your head tightly pressed to his chest. Involuntarily, you notice that his arm muscles got all tense, the grip on the handles might be a bit too hard. You’re trapped like a birdy in a cage.

“Fuck, just drink the blood and get out,” you snapped extending your hand for him.

He didn’t budge an inch, apparently not being interested in your deliciously exposed wrist. He just keeps staring at your face. You blush even harder, withdrawing your hand.

“What is your problem, brat?” You question fidgeting impatiently in your seat.  

He shakes his head, “I didn’t come for this.” He lets go of the handle and gently runs his fingers over your shaky hand. Your breath hitches at this sudden display of affection. It feels pleasant.

“You know, Baby Girl…,” he trails off allowing himself to gather his thoughts. He gently cups your small hand. It looks so fragile and delicate when he holds it like that.

“Last time,” he continues, “last time you gave me something much more…,” his chocolate eyes lock with yours and you’re basically not breathing at this point.

“You know I’ve realised that I crave you more than your blood.”

You can hear your own heartbeat and you’re sure he can hear it too. He swallows and his Adam’s apple moves against the creased collar of the university uniform shirt. As if it was your last attempt at regaining any control over this situation, you try to mock him again, forcing a half-assed smirk on your blushing face. 

“What is it, boy? Can’t keep it in after I played with you a little last time?”

He doesn’t seem to be bothered by your cheeky remark. His clouded with lust eyes are still stubbornly gazing at you, making you feel totally vulnerable and weak.

“If it’s just me, Noona…,” Jungkook begins but his beautiful voice cracks a little forcing him to clear his throat before finishing his sentence. 

“If it’s just me Y/N, then why do I sense the scent of your soaking-wet panties?”

An awkward squeak of disbelief or maybe even surprise mixed with desire lays bare how much of an effect this boy has on you. The feelings of embarrassment, of fear and unquenchable lust, all combined, make you jump to your feet forcefully pushing Jungkook away. You want to escape, aiming for the door of your office while struggling to make use of your wobbly legs. 

This pathetic pursuit to free yourself from the source of your problems soon turns out to be futile as Jungkook effortlessly grabs your hand and spins you around to push you down on your own mahogany desk with your ass wriggling against his crotch. He mewls and lets out some incoherent noises. Blood rushing to his cock as you do your best to slip away from his grasp continuously rubbing his manhood with your buttocks. The more you fumble in his arms the more violent he gets to make you stay still. 

“Fuck, Noona, would you please stop squirming like thi-” he squeals like a girl when your ass bounces off his dick during this heated tussle. 

You can tell it must have felt really good. Jungkook looses his grip for a moment burying his head into the crook of your neck breathing laboriously. His lady-like squeaks make your pussy go crazy with need as it throbs each and every time the boy makes these delicious and lewd sounds. His limp state doesn’t last long, being totally lost in his own urge to get more of that friction against his fully-erected member, Jungkook abruptly shoves his hand under your skirt. He lifts it up almost tearing the fabric which makes you fuming mad.

“You little shit, haven’t you heard of a thing called a “zipper?!”

You don’t know how but, taking to your advantage the fact that the boy was temporarily defenceless having almost come into his pants, you manage to turn around to face him. His totally fucked-out expression cause you to mindlessly open your mouth completely forgetting what you were about to say. The memories of him crying out your name while you were sucking him off the last time don’t help one bit.

“Noona, let me fuck you, please!”

His desperate plea sends waves of heat down your belly and if you could you’d sink down on his cock this very moment without any regrets. You start chuckling when you feel his trembling hands hastily trying to fight with the zipper of your high-waisted pencil skirt. 

“Oh, what an obedient boy,” the whisper makes Jungkook flinch as the cold shiver runs down his spine. He groans in response, like a small puppy which wiggles its tail after being praised by its owner.

“I’m done, Y/N,” he squeaks enthusiastically, once again addressing you without any proper honorific. 

He yanks the skirt off together with your drenched underwear. He basically stares at your pussy and wet from your juices thighs while trying to undo the buttons of your shirt. He is so impatient he’d most probably tear it off you, but he doesn’t want to risk angering you again. While fighting with the buttons he starts humping your leg, not being able to wait any longer. 

You look at him, totally mesmerised by the show he is giving you right now. His uniform looks painfully tight in the crotch area, the pre-cum leaking out of his needy dick has already left some stains on the trousers. He keeps on humping, pushing himself down on your leg which is accompanied by the moans and whispers of obscene words muttered under his breath.

If it wasn’t for your own throbbing clit, you’d gladly continue enjoying the view even longer. Seeing him behave like a bitch in heat is, without a shade of doubt, the most arousing thing you’ve ever experienced in your long life. 

Feeling equally thirsty for his dick as he is for your body, you reach out for his trousers and unbuckle the belt. Skilfully, your fingers get rid of the school uniform and his boxers, finally freeing the boy’s erection. He instantly presses himself again, right against your thigh, milking you with his pre-cum. He hums in approval, being just as vocal as he was the last time when you took care of his needy dick. Despite his desperate attempts, he has only managed to undo one of the buttons. He rests his forehead against yours. Begging eyes and soft moans, trembling fingers still fighting with the shirt, the boy really is a mess and you have no intention of making you both suffer, even a second longer.

“Baby girl, please I…,”

“Shhh…” you coo, “Let me take care of this.”

Quickly, you undo the buttons, both of your and his shirt. He doesn’t even wait for you to finish and strips naked the moment he feels it’s loose enough to take it off.

“I need you so much, Baby Girl,” he whimpers while putting his hands on your ass and lifting you up to seat you on the desk.

“Fuck no, Kookie, not here, not the desk,” you start panicking, thinking about the squeaky sounds it could make while he pounds into you. 

“You’re gonna break it,” the warning sounds rather plausible, considering how strong he has become thanks to feeding off your blood. 

You can see that it takes every ounce of his willpower to listen to you, yet another time. He was just about to pound right into your tight core but he takes a deep breath and makes you wrap your legs around his waist tightly. 

With inhuman speed, he carries you to the old couch. He lays you down carefully, immediately spreading your legs and positioning himself right in front of your pussy. He pumps his dick two or three times and you can’t help but swoon over his fully erected member. He moans way too loudly for the present setting but you’re much more worried about the length of his cock to care about being found out by some eavesdroppers. 

“How did you even fit in therr- aah, Kookie!” this time it was your turn to scream. Jungkook buried himself, filling you up to the very brim. 

“Why so tight, Noona?” he whines, collapsing on top of you. 

He props himself on his elbow, shutting his eyes. He is out of breath and his chest moves up and down unsteadily. 

“Please, don’t clench like this or I’m gonn- mhmmm,” you interrupt his begging cry with a lustful kiss on his red and plump lips while caressing his back with your hands. It’s all new to him and you know you’re his first woman ever. His tense body seems to loosen up a bit under the soft strokes of your loving hands as well as thanks to your hungry kisses. You let out a small groan of disapproval when Jungkook breaks the kiss to catch some air. His cheeks are red and he is panting heavily. 

“I’m going to move now,” he informs as if to prepare himself rather than you.

“Come and fuck your Noona, just as you promised, Baby boy,” you dig your nails into his ass cheeks and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

He rocks his hips, pushing himself in and out. First thrusts are a bit shallow, but soon enough he gains speed, making your head go dizzy. Finally, he rubs over the sweet spot, there in your pussy. Your head falls back as if on cue, the boy brings his shaky fingers to your delicate clit and begins to experimentally rub it with his thumb while pounding inside you. 

His dick slides in and out of your pussy making sloppy sounds. He growls, at the wet and lovely sounds both of you make. The fascination in his eyes urges you to start touching your breasts. You want him to lose all control and go absolutely wild with you. 

Your fingers start rubbing the perky nipples. Jungkook immediately shifts his gaze to your bouncing boobs and he clenches his jaw trying to suppress the needy moan that threatens to escape his lips. 

Unexpectedly, he leans in and kitten-licks your exposed neck. 

Small goose-bumps form all over your flesh and there is a huge lump in your throat as he gently brushes his fangs over the skin of your earlobe. 

His thumb continues rubbing your clit in small circles while he keeps on attacking your entrance with his throbbing dick. You can’t control your moans anymore and it seems both of you are nearing the climax. 

You’re almost there, you can feel your body breaking apart, but there is still something that you unconsciously yearn for. 

Forcefully, you grab Jungkook’s head and push it to your neck, moaning his name in heat. 

He stiffens for a moment, dumbstruck by your behaviour, but soon enough he regains his composure and licks your neck with his hot tongue, preparing his little sweet treat to get bitten. Your body trembles in anticipation when he slowly opens his mouth and sinks the fangs into your neck. Blood rushes through your veins as he sucks it, swallowing with gulping sounds. 

His thrusts have become erratic, but the moment he bites you, your walls start clenching uncontrollably, pushing you over the edge. Your pussy is creaming out for Jungkook who also starts cumming not being able to withhold any longer.

You feel so stuffed with his huge dick and you know your pussy is dripping wet. His balls continue making clasping sounds while he rides out his orgasm in your pussy. 

Jungkook accidentally grazes your neck with his fangs while the feeling of ecstasy takes control over his mind and body, causing several small cuts. Blood starts dripping down your neck and back, ruining the couch. Your body is so fired-up you don’t even feel the pain when he accidentally hurts you, quite to the contrary, his fangs bring you to your final release. 

When both of you are finished, Jungkook puts his head on your boobs, breathing heavily. Drops of sweat drip down his forehead as he lays on you and tries to calm himself down. His heart beats so fast, you reach for his damped bangs and take them away from his forehead. You’ve never felt so good with a man. Truth is, you’ve never ever craved anybody like Jungkook. The sudden realisation causes your heart to skip a bit. The boy immediately lifts his head and gazes at you curiously. His brows furrow at your scared expression.

“Noona, does it hurt?” he glances at your neck, voice filled with worry and the feeling of guilt creeps over his entire being.

At first, you don’t respond, not really knowing what he means while still being caught up in your own thoughts.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” the boy gets almost teary-eyed, running his finger over the skin on your neck and the freshly made cuts.

Your belly clenches and it’s suddenly too difficult to say anything seeing him so sick-worried over such a nuisance.

“It didn’t hurt, you idiot,” you mutter, too afraid to say anything else. You don’t want to start crying right in front of him.

“Noona?” the boy asks, not letting you get away without any explanation.

“Oh, shut up, will you?” You kiss him deeply, trying to hide how emotional you got because of him. The kiss is long and passionate. He kisses you as if he was afraid he might lose you at any moment. Suddenly, you decide to bite his lower lip.

“Oi! It hurt!” the boy exclaims.

“You’re still gonna pay for the ruined couch and my skirt, you brat.”

He cheers up, hearing you scold him again. The room is filled with the beautiful sound of his boyish laughter.

Make me, Noona. Make me.”

He cups your face, putting your foreheads together while smiling sheepishly at you.

BTS Reaction: Them Being Jealous/Overprotective.

You can find my alternative reaction to this where they react to YOU being jealous here ♡

JIN.

Jin invited you to a party - but this wasn’t just any party. All the biggest celebrities were going to be there, and Jin didn’t want to go without you by his side. Jin didn’t like partying, but he knew if you would be there, his nerves would be at ease. You agreed to going, feeling nervous yet excited. You wanted to look good as you was going to be surrounded by famous people, who were probably going to be wearing nothing but designer clothes. You picked out the best outfit you owned, although it was a little bit revealing. However, when you slipped your clothes on, you had never felt more confident in your life. Jin’s jaw dropped when he saw you, looking beautiful as ever.

When you both entered the party, your looks had caught the attention of many. Jin went to get you both a drink, until a man approached you. Obviously, he was a celebrity, but you wasn’t familiar with who he was.

He tried hitting on you, telling you how good you looked, and how he’d love to get to know you better. You told him you had a boyfriend, but he still didn’t seem to get that you was not interested.

Luckily, Jin came rushing back, handing you your drink and slipping one of his arms around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“I would move along if I were you. She’s already taken.”

The man apologised then left. You could see the anger in Jin’s eyes, but his stern stare soon softened as he looked at you. “I’m sorry for leaving you on your own.. As soon as I saw that man talking to you, I couldn’t help but just feel jealous and I don’t know why.”

But you was glad for his jealously and how protective he was of you so he could save you in situations like that.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

SUGA.

Yoongi was very overprotective, but that was only because he couldn’t stand the thought of loosing you. He thought that you could do so much better, and have a boyfriend that would be able to give you all the time in the world. Yoongi loved you, and if he saw you talking to another man, he would want to drag you away from them as soon as possible.

You told Yoongi you was going to get lunch with a friend. Not thinking much of it, he just nodded as you told him. He was fine with you going out and doing your own thing.

However, he didn’t expect to see pictures on your social media of you and your friend (who just so happened to be a male) taking numerous photos together, all of which your friend had his arms wrapped around you. Yoongi felt hurt, almost even betrayed.

He called you up, and you answered.

“Yoongi?”

“I thought you said you was going out with a friend.” He said angrily though the phone.

“I am out with a friend, Yoongi.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t know friends wrap their arms around each other in every single photo they take, and act as if they are dating in public.” He spat. You rolled your eyes as he said this.

“What the hell, Yoongi? Why are you so jealous because of this? We are friends, and that’s all. You really think so low of me that I would cheat?” You asked, hurt.

“I don’t know anymore.” He replied bitterly before hanging up.

Later on through the day, he realised he messed up. He let his jealousy get the best of him, and there was no way he could loose you. He texted you, apologising:

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I’m an idiot.. I do trust you that you won’t cheat, but I just get crazy jealous. I’m just really scared of loosing you.. please, come back home. I already miss you so much.”

Originally posted by imakawaiiwhore

RAP MONSTER.

Namjoon felt extremely jealous when you was hanging around with Jungkook more than him. You and Jungkook did almost everything together. Namjoon found Jungkook to be a childish influence on you, and he had even told you this, but you didn’t seem to care. Namjoon was like a big kid too, and if anything, Jungkook was slightly more mature.

Namjoon completely lost it, though, when Jungkook joked that he had a crush on you. You was there when Jungkook told him, leaving you in fits of giggles, but Namjoon was not happy with what Jungkook said.

“Jungkook, I swear to fucking God, if you end up liking (Y/n), I’m going to make your life a living hell, understand? She’s fucking mine and not yours, so leave off.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

J HOPE.

Hoseok understood you had friends that were boys, and he didn’t have a problem with them unless you talked to them all the time. But it really annoyed him when you had told him you wasn’t going to be back home till late tonight as you was going to be around some your friends house (and this friend was especially touchy around you.) He waited until you got home to talk to you about how he felt.

But, it wasn’t really a “talk”, and it more so turned into an argument as you both ended up yelling at each other.

Soon enough, you both calmed down, and ended the night cuddling each other in bed, wrapped in each others embrace, as you both apologised to one another.

“I’m so unbelievably sorry for shouting at you. I didn’t mean anything I said that had hurt you, okay?”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

V.

Taehyung couldn’t understand it. He couldn’t understand why Hoseok had asked only you if you wanted to watch a movie at his place. Hoseok could of invited any other one of his friends but no - he wanted to invite you. Taehyung couldn’t get the image out of his head where the both of you and Hoseok would start making out on Hoseok’s couch. Deep down he knew you wouldn’t do such a thing, but that didn’t stop him from letting himself get jealous. He texted you, but you didn’t reply, and this only seemed to fuel his anger even more.

He decided to call you instead, and you picked up instantly. He didn’t give you time to talk, and immediately told you to leave Hoseok’s.

“You’re leaving Hoseok’s right now and I don’t care what you have to say.”

Not wanting to anger Taehyung anymore, you thought it would be best to just leave and return home to your boyfriend. You was frustrated with Taehyung and even Hoseok was.

Once you returned, Taehyung felt extremely guilty and apologised over and over again, telling you how stupid and childish he was behaving.

Originally posted by toughchim

JIMIN.

You had bumped into your ex whilst you was out with Jimin. You was going to pretend that you didn’t realise it was your ex, but your ex didn’t seem to want to pretend he didn’t see you.

“(Y/N)! Long time no see, hey? How are you?”

You fake smiled, going along with the conversation.

Even though Jimin knew you felt uncomfortable, he still couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of how comfortable the man seemed to be around you.

Jimin was confused, so you decided to introduce Jimin to him.

“Uh, Jimin, this is my.. um, ex boyfriend.”

Jimin looked completely shocked. Jimin could already see by the way your ex looked at you that he still had feelings for you. Your ex kept looking at you from head to toe, looking at you the exact way Jimin always did. This made Jimin angry.

“And is this your friend?” Your ex asked you. As you was about to say something, Jimin cut you off.

“No, I’m her boyfriend.” Jimin took hold of your hand. “And I suggest you walk away right now, because neither of us are interested in what you have to say.”

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

JUNGKOOK.

Jungkook didn’t even have a good enough reason to be as jealous as he was. He saw you talking with some guy, only for a few minutes, and it made him furious. He even went as far to accuse you of cheating, but you told him he was overreacting completely, and that you had happened to bump into an old childhood friend. How he even got the idea of you possibly cheating confused you.

You ended up arguing over a silly interaction you had made with somebody. Jungkook realised he blowing things way out of proportion, hating himself for taking something like this so far.

He apologised like mad, and you both ended the day with make up sex.

Originally posted by nnochu

Tyren, Tyren, Tyren................

A shit load of people keep asking for my opinion on Tyren. Instead of answering all the different asks, I’m just going to put it in a post , to answer all the questions about them, at the same time. So, here it is…

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text me when you get home

Originally posted by laheys-girl

“don’t act like you don’t want me, sweetheart. this game is getting boring.” 

fuckboy!isaac ft. stiles, college au 


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All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.8

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1601
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mentions of blood, sexual content.
A/N: This wraps up a very Heathens filled weekend, thank you lovely people for sticking with me! Not sure when I’ll be posting it but just a heads up that pt.9 is going to be the final installment for this series! The song Gold by Eurielle was definitely being played during the writing process for this part so thanks @gondorgirl01 for recommending it to me months ago! And of course, Heathens by Twenty One Pilots because always. (gif credit)

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[ previously ]

He was distracted from his thoughts when you shifted positions. The thin strap of your nightgown slid from your shoulder and exposed the curves of your breasts pushing against the silky material. Subconsciously, he ran his tongue over his fangs as he imagined biting into the soft mounds. A wicked thought crossed his mind and his eyes turned to coal as he slowly stepped forward. The only light in the room came from the moon shining through the windows and now the ominous glow emitting from his dark limb as he waved it as his side. He smirked when you started to react. I’ll start making it up to you, doll. You’re in for a long night.

[ Night of the full moon ]

It was almost midnight and the last glimmer of hope for seeing Bucky was flickering out. You wanted to scream into your pillow. Hell, you wanted to scream at Bucky for taunting you and leaving you alone all day. He had a taste of you but just the same, you had a taste of him. The feeling of having his teeth sunken into the flesh of your neck was intoxicating. He was gentle and feverish at the same time. Slow but hungry and aching for more yet still maintaining control. You wanted to feel it again. Craving the sensation just as much as he craved the blood.

You didn’t realize you had drifted to sleep, too exhausted from your frustrations and hoping to put this whole mess behind you. You woke when you felt it again; your skin was tingling and warming up until you couldn’t take it anymore and yanked the sheets away. Images started flashing through your mind as you tossed and turned. You could see yourself interacting with Clint, then Sam and Tony and the rest of your friends but the scenes were different somehow. Soon you realized that you were watching from someone else’s point of view. You could feel their internal struggle, their own frustrations and tensions building every time you came into view. Any doubts were laid to rest when the visions started showing a conversation with Steve. These were Bucky’s memories. You listened as he talked about his sensitivity towards you being somehow amplified all day. You could actually feel it and it was so much more intense than you could ever have imagined. Finally, you listened as Steve explained his foolish ‘plan’.

“I’m gonna kick his ass when I find him,” you muttered through gritted teeth at the thought of your innocent Steve lying to you.

Now you were awake and struggling to find any relief against the heat. Images from that night out on the balcony starting running through your mind, amping up the intensity. Your hands started to roam up and down the length of your body, pawing at the silk material that barely covered your figure. Cupping your breasts, you could feel your nipples hardening beneath your palms. The pleasure kept building as your hands traveled lower, reaching under the lace fabric that was now soaked through. A moan tore through you as your fingers started rubbing the aching bundle of nerves. Your breath was coming out in heavy shallow pants as you were getting closer and closer. Taking your last bit of composure before completely letting go, you called out for him desperately. “Bucky, haven’t you teased me enough! Where are you?”

An eerie glow appeared at the end of your bed, floating closer to you until you shivered with a familiar chill. Bucky was smiling wickedly as he continued to wave his left hand at his side. Your own fingers started rubbing more feverishly, in sync with his. His voice was so low that you almost couldn’t hear it over the sound of your heaving breaths but you felt it all around you. “I’m right here, doll. Let go.” You looked into his coal-black eyes as you felt your climax finally hit you.

Shaking and steadily floating back down to Earth again, you managed to prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at the vampire at the end of edge of your bed. “Oh, you’re a bad man.” You smirked, still trying to catch your breath.

His mouth hung open, fangs exposed as he inhaled the scent of your sweat and arousal. “You could have just talked to me, Bucky. You didn’t have to be all cryptic and dramatic all day.” You lifted yourself off of the mattress and crawled to the foot of the bed, closer to him.

A few seconds passed in silence before Bucky was able to reply, allowing the darkness time to dissipate and his eyes to turn back into that pale shade of blue. “I know. I’m sorry, doll. I’ve never really felt like this so I didn’t know what to do,” he admitted. “I took Steve’s advice and played it safe.” He looked sincere as he sat down in the spot beside you.

You scoffed at his answer but smiled anyways. “Bucky, when was the last time Steve got laid?”

He thought for a moment. Steve wasn’t exactly a lady’s man despite his charm and good looks. Half the time he was painfully shy, the other half he was awkward and fidgety and would shapeshift midway through the conversation because of his nerves.

“Now that you mention it, he probably wasn’t the best person to go to.” You both laughed and Bucky took your hands in his. He placed soft kisses on your knuckles. “Will you let me make it up to you?”

You rose to your knees and slowly started taking his ridiculous suit jacket off, flinging it off to the side. Your fingers played with the buttons of his shirt. “You’re off to a pretty good start but you’re still a little too dressed so can you do something about that?” You pulled away from him and started moving back up the bed, beckoning him to follow only after he finished what you started.

Before you could lie back against the pillows, Bucky was already crawling up after you; bare chested with only a dark pair of briefs keeping him covered. He intertwined his fingers with yours as his lean body hovered above you and started pressing faint kisses along your chest and neck. “You stopped calling me James,” he stated in between kisses.

“I like calling you Bucky,” you whispered. You could feel his lips smiling against your skin. He liked it too.

Nimble fingers made quick work of removing the last remaining articles of clothing until you were bare against each other. The difference in temperature between your bodies made shivers crawl up your spine. You twirled your fingers through his short chestnut hair and guided his lips to your neck, silently urging him on since he was taking his time.

Carefully, he dragged the sharp edges of his fangs along your neck and you whimpered in response. When his lips reached your ear, he whispered something familiar. “Do I have your consent?”

Trying to keep your voice even as you answered, “Bite me, Bucky.”

“As you wish,” he replied with a grin.

For the second time, Bucky sank his fangs into your neck, letting out a guttural growl as soon as he tasted your blood on his tongue again. You moaned and gripped onto his shoulders as he drank from you once more, listening to him hum as your blood coated his lips and rushed down his throat. Delirious from the sensation, you hiked your thighs over his hips and pulled him to you, grinding against him until he tore himself away from your neck with a feral look in his eyes. Your lips met in a hungry collision of need and desire, tasting your blood in his kiss. With one precise thrust, your bodies were connected and you screamed as the pleasure began to overwhelm you. You were on fire but his cold skin licked the flames calm. You were night and day. Silver and gold.

Your heart was racing and his hips matched the rhythm. Pumping into you like the blood pumping through your veins until you couldn’t see straight. Your mouth lay open in a silent scream as Bucky surged into you harder and faster, chasing down your orgasms like a hunter would its prey.

When the whimpers and moans fell silent, Bucky licked the puncture marks away and you laid in each other’s arms, bodies still pulsing from the ecstasy.

“That was incredible.” Bucky shifted beside you, letting his eyes rest as he held you close to him. His cold chest felt incredibly soothing against your flushed cheeks.

“Worth the wait?”

“Definitely.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you traced lazy circles over his pecs.

You smiled and buried your face into the crook of his neck, content and satiated. Only after your heartbeat had calmed did you realize how much time had passed. “I can’t believe the sun’s coming up already,” you mumbled.

“Sunrise is still another hour away, doll. You may be taking that post-sex glow a little too far,” he joked, pinching your side playfully until you giggled.

“Well, what’s that bright light then? I can barely keep my eyes open,” you complained as you sat upright.

“What are you talking about?” Bucky opened his eyes and looked over to the windows across the room but there was no light coming from them. However, through his peripheral vision, he could see that something really was starting to shine. When he turned to see, his eyes widened in shock. “Y/N…it’s you.”

The look of alarm on Bucky’s face sent a wave of fear through you but before you could say anything, the entire room started to shake violently. Your skin was glowing brighter, heating up to near-boiling temperatures and you started to scream. A high pitched whistling started echoing throughout not just the bedroom but the entire grounds of the manor. There was banging at the door followed by Steve’s worried cries as he tried to bust through from outside. Bucky tried to reach out to you as a blinding light engulfed your body and pulled you away. All he could do was cover his eyes and scream your name.

And now they’re outside ready to bust
It looks like you might be one of us

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Surprise surprise - Dick Grayson x Reader

Well, I only wrote one story for Dickie so…here’s another, hope you guys will like it, especially you @breecandraw ! : 

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Even though it was him who asked Dick to do this mission, you couldn’t be mad at Bruce…After all, ever since you started to get serious with his son, Bruce Wayne had been nothing but nice and benevolent with you.

In fact, you two grew so close that you caught yourself calling him “dad” a few times, not on purpose…and each times, he didn’t correct you. On the contrary, he smiled and gave you a knowing look. You could call him however you wanted, after all, you were family too.

No. You couldn’t be mad at your surrogate father…Him, however, was mad at himself. He couldn’t help but feel guilty each day, each time he hold them in his arms…them. (Your favorite girl name) and (your favorite boy name).

Your daughter and your son. His grandchildren.

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It’s both funny and tragic, that right before he left, you and him talked about the names you’d love to call your children. It was kind of random really. You were talking about something in your shared apartment in Bludhaven, and the subject of marriage randomly popped up.

Marriage leading to how serious your relationship was now, and then to the subject of…Children. And how easily this conversation went. It was so natural. Yes. Ok. One day, you’ll try for children. You thought that if when you guys will have children he would want to pay tribute to his parents by naming them after them, John and Mary but…No. No he hated that idea. He did not want to look at his kids and think of his dead parents for the rest of his life, and you definitely understood. When you asked him his actual favorite names, you were a bit surprised.

For a boy it would be (your favorite boy name), and for a girl, (your favorite girl name)…Which were exactly yours too.

-Yeah ok Richard Grayson, you really are my soulmate.

You told him while kissing him, unaware it was going to be for the last time.
You told him as he was taking your clothes off, about to make love for you…unaware this too, was going to happen for the last time.

Unaware that your talk about children was going to become very real soon, and unaware that you were going to have to face everything alone.

Alone ? Not quite. His brothers were there to help. They would always be there to help. Damian especially, who was extremely close to Dick, was particularly helpful…Oh and Bruce ? Your surrogate father, who would probably feel guilty about it all for the rest of his life, was definitely taking his grandfather role very seriously.

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Even though it was him who asked Dick to do this mission, you couldn’t be mad at Bruce. But he wasn’t seeing it like you, and was beating himself with dark thoughts about it all every single day.

His son was dead. And it was his fault. It was him, who asked Dick to do this mission…And therefor, it was his fault that his boy never came back.

Everything was made worst by the birth of his grandkids. Because now, he would have to live with the thought that he was their “Joe Chill”. He was the one that robbed them of their parents, just like that lowlife criminal that was Joe Chill robbed him of his.

Of course, he you knew he was feeling that guilty, you would have scold him but…He wasn’t really a man to talk much about his feelings, and besides, he was too stubborn to listen to you anyway.

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arwenxs  asked:

Hi! For the prompts, I don't know if you've done this before, but what about a Tony Stark advises for the young avengers? Because I really love the RDJ advises so I think that might be cool.

I SO FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG I DECIDED I COULD NOT WAIT TO POST IT.

Also I interpreted “Young Avengers” as his new young Avengers, not the Young Avengers™ who don’t have a book right now. That may have been wrong, sorry D:

Title: Tony Stark Advises the Avengers
Rating: PG
Summary: Somehow, Tony Stark ended up Team Dad.
Notes: This is set nominally in the 616, where Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan), Nova (Sam Alexander), and Spider-man (Miles Morales) are half of an Avengers team with Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Sam Wilson), and Thor (Jane Foster). 
More Notes: There is a text version following the image version for people who need plain text. Sorry there are two guys on this team named Sam, it’s not my fault. 

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Ms. Marvel

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magic hands [wade wilson]

wade needs a bath. you’re a good friend.

tagging: @redgillan, @mattymattymerduck, @avengerofyourheart, @wakandasoldier, @darlingbuchanan, @bemystucky, @idorkish, @iwillbeinmynest, @aubzylynn, @angryschnauzer, @almondbuttercup, @ipaintmelodies

warnings: nudity, injury, also wade’s filthy mouth

additional notes: when is wade going to wife me already i love this trope so much, you have no idea. in this one the reader (gender-neutral) is a mutant mercenary who goes by the name “blueswift,” and your mutation is similar to a super soldier’s but not quite as potent. enjoy! and please let me know what you think UvU i love hearing from you guys. also: can y’all tell i really want omurice rn? i love writing about food.

You’d done it. You’d made the omurice, you were proud of the omurice, and you were going to eat the omurice like it was ambrosia from the heavens. You were sitting down at your little kitchen table, chopsticks in hand, ready to devour the warm, ricey gooeyness, when your phone rang, and the all-too-familiar saxophone solo of “Careless Whisper” filled the air. You answered the call, putting it on speaker so you could listen and eat. “Wade?”

“Y/N! The light of my life! God, it’s great to hear your voice. What’s cookin’, good-lookin’?”

“Eating breakfast actually,” you said around a mouthful of fried, eggy rice. “How’s your bod?”

“Well, at the moment, the bones are still soft, so I’m just one big, floppy man noodle.” There was a pause. “You know what, that was a terrible choice of words but I’m sticking to it. I’m a big, floppy man noodle who needs your help.”

You swallowed, smiling to yourself. “How so?”

“Well, this big, floppy man noodle would like to bathe—he’s been lying in his own filth for a good day or so—so he was hoping you could come over and help his big noodly ass into the tub.”

You sighed. Wade had survived his most recent solo job with nearly every bone in his body crushed. You’d somehow managed to drag his limp body back to his place, giving him as much morphine as he could handle. If he was in pain now, his voice didn’t let it on. “Do you need me to bathe you, too?” you asked, only half-joking. When he’d lost both arms in a fight last year, you’d had to wash him, but he’d agreed to cover his junk back then. He was even friendlier nowadays, and you didn’t know what he might ask next.

“Eh, I think a good soak alone would be good for me,” he drawled. “My arms are healing. It’s just the legs that need to catch up. I tried getting up and felt like Bambi. A big, naked, mutant Bambi.”

You frowned, setting your utensils down on the table. “Wade, I really don’t need that image in—”

“Like a scarred, fucked-up baby horse.”

Thank you, Wade,” you hissed, covering your eyes as if that would rid the disturbing images he’d managed to conjure in your mind with just his words.

“So you’ll come?”

You rubbed your face in exasperation. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

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