now it's her turn to stare at him lovingly without him noticing


Author’s Note: i ruined my own ass with this one. chanyeol posted some instagram mess and i’ve been wrecked since 10AM.

Summary: You meet Chanyeol at a club, and you force yourself to be honest with yourself - about your wants, your needs, and who you really could be. 

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)

Genre: smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; dirty talk

Word Count: 4,773

Originally posted by babyuns

You aren’t really sure how you got here.

This is not like you.

Lie: you know exactly how you got here. With him. Pressed against your back with his hands on your hips; moving you, guiding you, easing you against his half-hard groin in time with the music. In the dark.

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3 Billion Dollars [Part 6] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by julla

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

Genre: angst? a little fluffy at some parts. this low key is another chapter filler

Warning: None really here, at least I don’t think

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

A/N: So I’m sorry to my Kpop Fans if you see Teen Wolf stuff on your dash or my blog. It will not change, I love Teen Wolf and it has helped me through a lot. I’m sorry if this bothers you. Anyways, like always my inbox is open and I will always reply to everyone. I hope you enjoy!

~ Admin Brooklyn


Ji Yong hated mornings. He just wanted to sleep, and the clearly irritated expression on his face showed it. He had to start his day though. A meeting, then grabbing Seungri and going for a quick check up on a special talkative someone. Ji Yong raked a hand through his hair, walking out of his room and down the hall. His eyes met with Youngbae’s tired ones.

“How are you doing?” Youngbae sighed rubbing his eyes with his hands. “Why the hell did you make me do this Ji Yong?”

“You were the only one that I trust and was free. Plus she knows you, maybe that’ll help her cope with this.” Youngbae nodded his head, sleep hanging in his eyes. Ji Yong looked at the door, a little anxious to see her. He needed to get his day started. He had an important meeting that he called for. No skipping this one.

“She was crying until, I think, two last night.” Youngbae’s words made Ji Yong perk up. He was paying full attention to you now. concern and a little regret on his face. Youngbae looked at him expectedly.

“I’m just gonna go in and check on her.” Ji Yong mumbled. He opened the cream door, and light flooded into the dark room. The dark colored walls turned everything into a shadow, the only other light source was the light shining from the window. As he stepped into the room, he saw you.

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Preferences: First Meeting/Mate Bond

I got part of this idea from @stherix for when the mating bond snaps, thank you darling. First meeting is for the non-Fae in this preference, which was requested by @fiery-feyre @embracethenight138 and some nonnies

THANK YOU @highladyyfeyre @my-boyo-fenrys and @autumn03 for being my beta team on this, you guys helped so much because I honestly didn’t think this was any good so thank you!

Preference Tag List: @runesandfaes @autumn03 @fiery-feyre @januarystears @caitlyn-blackwell @starzablaze @writergash @illyriangoddess @wyrdtoyourmother (let me know if you want to be added to this tag list!) 


It snaps right away for him. He smells your intoxicating scent and he meets your eyes and just. Boom. Somehow, in a split second, he is across the room in front of you, his pine green eyes boring into your own with fierce intensity and he purrs, ‘Hello, mate,’ with just the stupidest half smile on his face that you fall in love with immediately. He offers you his hand and bends down low, without taking his eyes off you, to place a kiss on your knuckle. It is a reverent and completely loving touch that sends shivers down your spine and then it clicks for you as well. Rowan’s smile widens because he sees realization dawn in your eyes as he straightens. You take in his tall, strong frame, corded muscles, long white hair, and you murmur, ‘well hello to you too’. 


It seems like all the air is taken from his lungs when it first snaps. His heart is pounding rapidly in his chest and Rhys feels as if it might explode. His usual smug expression disappears until unrelenting determination and love shine through. He doesn’t even believe - can’t believe - that the Cauldron would grace him with such an exquisite creature as a mate. ‘Mine’ he whispers, more to himself than anyone else. You’re across the room so you don’t hear him and Rhys is pretty sure that you don’t know yet, so he decides to not tell you for a little while. However, that doesn’t stop him from murmuring quietly practically every time he sees you - a smile playing on his face - ‘mine.’


She is completely and utterly shocked when the mate bond snaps. Being half-Fae, she was never completely sure that she would get a mate, much less you, her best friend since she was a child. She frets for days about how to tell you, and ends up showing up at your bedroom door one night, in nothing but an extremely scandalous nightgown. You sputter a few times at the sight, trying not to stare at her though you desperately want to. Aelin mutters, ‘Huh, I thought my mate would be happy to see me with so few clothes’. Your eyes widen because you can’t believe that you might have just actually heard her say that. She has a sly smirk on her face as you take a second to process. Finally, you drag your eyes back to her frame and take your time raking them up and down her scantily clad body. ‘Well if by mate, you mean me, then you would be correct’, Aelin’s smile grows and she pushes her way passed you and onto the bed. Slightly opened mouth but not reluctant in the least, you follow her right away.

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Call Boy (Taeyong x Reader x Yuta)

Rating: M

(A/N) Someone please take my computer away from me, this is a perfect example of what happens when I stay up too late. Anyway, how are you guys? This was supposed to be a Daddy type smut, but it got WAY OUT OF HAND. Idk what possessed me while writing this lol But shout out to my homeboy SoMo for being my soundtrack while writing this, Hide & Freak is a blessing.

ps This was the only gif I could find of them together, I’m so shook #STOPYUTA2K16

Part II

Originally posted by yutenor

The bright summer sun blared overhead, not a cloud to obstruct its rays as people walked through the busy street, enjoying their weekend as best they could. It was the type of warm weather that felt good for the first few hours you were outside, but quickly wore off as the sweat began to collect uncomfortably on your lower back. That morning when you leisurely woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, you’d checked the weather app on your phone, eyes bulging out of your head at the nearly triple digit number. 

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Act Like You Love Me - Part Three

A/N: Feedback would make my day. 
Read part one here. Read part two here

Word count: 3,647


January 11 th, 2023

“Hey baby” you said lovingly when Leah jumped out the black jeep and starting running towards your apartment door.

You opened your front door and met her in a huge hug, picking her up from the ground. You kissed the top of her head, hugging her as close to you as possible.

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What I Want

Originally posted by v-ii

When you got home you were ambushed by Bobby. “Y/N do you know where my white hoodie is?” The two of you had been together for many years that now you were at the point where you two lived under the same roof and depended on each other.

“Which one? You have like thirty of them.” You slipped your shoes off while Bobby took your bag off of your shoulder. “The plain white one.”

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Kai Parker x Reader 
word count : 5 397
warning : smut
summary : dom!kai  / Kai goes away for a couple of days and when he comes back he finds Reader at a bar with some guy’s hands around her. [sorry, jealous Kai was too h o t  to pass on 😅😈]
*gif by me

   “You have lost your mind !” she opened the car door, slammed it shut and stormed down the driveway towards their house. “How can you even think I’d do that to you ?! To us ?!”
Y/N kept walking, her skin feeling as if it was on fire due the emotions coursing in her veins and the colder air outside did nothing to help her cool off. and by the looks of it – it did nothing for Kai either because when he gripped her forearm forcing her to turn around, his eyes burning with anger, jealousy and pain. He didn’t want to believe what he had seen or what he thought he had seen because the events unfolding before his eyes made no sense. But a part of him was terrified it had been exactly what it had looked like.
   “I know what I saw!” he snapped. “I come home after five exctruciatingly painful days without you and instead being home, you are at a bar … with – with some guy’s hands around your waist and you about to kiss him ! What am I supposed to think ?! Or do for that matter ? That guy’s lucky you were there or he would’ve exploded in blood –”
   “You are supposed to believe me when I tell you nothing happened !” she yanked her hand back and kept walking up the stairs towards the porch. “I am your –”
   “– everything. You are my everything, Y/N! Which is why this hurts so much.” he braced his hand against the door, pressing his body against hers from behind. “I can’t erase that image from my head. Every time I close my eyes it’s right there ripping my heart out all over again.”
   “You know what I see every time I close my eyes?” she asked unlocking the door. “A stranger. Not someone who has been in my life for two years and knows me better than I know myself.”
Y/N pushed her jacket off her shoulders and tossed it over the stair railing, storming towards the liquor cabinet while he lit up the fireplace and closed the door with a flick of his wrist. He watched her bend over, her skirt lifting up her legs while she looked through the bottles until she found the oldest whiskey and opened the bottle. Or tried to before he grabbed it from her hands, shoved it back from where she had taken it and pulled her up. Electricity coursed through her veins from the spot he was holding her wrist and they gazed into each other’s eyes, both of them standing so close she could feel his breath on her face.
   “A stranger ?“ he questioned. “Is that what I am to you now ? I thought I was your boyfriend. The one person you couldn’t live without…”
   “Malachai –” she protested. “Let go off m–“
Purple/black veins flashed under his eyes and his lips crashed against hers cutting her off mid-sentence. Without realising it he slipped in her mind, more specifically the memory from about 30 minutes ago.

Y/N sat at the bar, glancing at her phone screen and a smile showed on her face seeing a picture of her and Kai on her screen show up followed by a beep. Her fingers tapped on it and she read a message from him ‘I miss you. Be with you in a jiffy.’ A smile spread across her face, her heart fluttering at the thought he is probably on his way and she’d be in his arms again. Her fingers moved swiftly on he screen as she started typing a message to him, a text he had gotten just as he was parking the car down the street from the bar. ‘No one says jiffy anymore. ;) I can’t wait. Miss you more than words.’ Not too long after that the guy he had seen with her showed up, sitting next to her. He eyed her up and down and put his hand on her waist which she instantly pushed away.
   “What is a beautiful girl doing all alone sitting at the bar?”
   “None of your business. Why don’t you get lost before my boyfriend gets here and makes you feel sorry you were even born ?”
Y/N took her phone and bag deciding to wait outside for Kai and started to get up when the guy grabbed her and his lips almost forced themselves on hers. She stepped on the guy’s foot with her heels causing him to flinch, pushed him off her and her palm connected with the guy’s face who
still refused to let go off her. His grabby hands found their way where they shouldn’t be, which had been the exact moment Kai had walked in and the guy had ended up choking at first and nearly set in fire afterwards before Kai had dragged her to the car without saying a word to her until they were on the road.

Kai pulled away, his eyes piercing into hers for a long moment before she slapped him, the sound hanging in the air.  “What the hell was that I just saw?” he demanded. “You kissed him ?!”
Y/N stared at him. Every now and then when he caught her off guard this would happen and on purpose or not he’d slip in her mind. He was still new at the vampire thing and mostly this happened by accident and usually she didn’t mind much because there were no secrets between them, except now it only fuelled her anger towards him. How can she be upset with him and want to tear his clothes off him at the same time ?
   “Stay out of my head Malachai !” she shouted pushing him off barely taking two steps when he grabbed her hand and spun her back until her body pressed against his. Y/N stared into his eyes. He looked so beyond hot right now, unshaven with his hair a bit longer and slightly messed up her breath got caught in her throat and a tingly feeling spread through her body like wild fire. “I didn’t kiss him. He tried to kiss me and if you saw the full memory you know I pushed him off –“
   “And that’s supposed to make it OKAY ?” he snapped.
   “Kai –“
   “Is that what happens when I am away ? You act like you are some kind of sl–” he didn’t get to finish when she slapped him so hard his neck cracked. Or maybe it was her wrist, she didn’t know or care. For a moment he stood frozen. Silence fell in their home and the only sounds audible were the light cracking of the fire in the fireplace, her heartbeat and breathing. Then he turned around with his jaw clenched and she tried to get herself free but his grip on her tightened. Five days without her and all his emotions were running on complete overdrive – he missed her touch, her lips and her entire presence. Jealousy courses through his veins burning everything in its path with his lust for her following right after burning everything that remained. His self control was slipping fast and the slap only added to it.
   “Hmmmm….” he stared into her eyes.
   “I suggest you carefully pick what you say next. You are about to cross a line.” she warned, pushing him off but he didn’t give up and pulled her towards him so suddenly she didn’t have time to react before his lips smashed against hers again more demanding than ever. Without realising it he slipped into her mind again, only this time he got pulled in a different memory and when he pulled away, his expression softened. It didn’t seem she had noticed because she raised her hand and he barely managed to grip her wrist before her palm had connected with his cheek again. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment and his lips smashed against hers again. Y/N thrashed against him for a few seconds and then melted in his arms. Her fingers tangled in his hair, lightly playing with the scruff in the back of his head while he shoved her against the wall by the fireplace kissing her as if his life depended on.
Five days without each other combined with everything that had happened boiled over in an instant in one emotion – hunger for the other. Their lips barely parted with each other, craving more with every second and Ka pushed his crotch against hers, making her moan into the kiss while she pushed his jacket off his shoulders and lightly pulled at his shirt. His body pressed against hers and he slipped his hand under her skirt, brushing his fingertips against her bare skin while his lips moved down her jawline towards her neck leaving wet sloppy kisses on their way.
   “You are driving me completely mad.” she muttered, her eyes fluttering closed. Her back arched off the wall lightly as she threw her head back. “You and your jealous rage… How is my first thought  ‘how fast can I tear those clothes off him’ ? How is that thought capable of overwriting almost everything else?  What have you done to me?”
   “Same thing you have done to me.” he said into her skin. Y/N pulled his lips against hers, kissing him so hard it almost hurt. Everything that had happened in the past half hour seemed to both dissolve and fuel their actions at once. Their lips moved fiercely passionate against each other, leaving both of them completely breathless before he suddenly wrapped his hand around her neck lightly, holding her up against the wall and gazed into her eyes. A different fire burned in them as she gazed back at him, her gaze drifting slighly towards her finger’s movements as she gripped on his shirt, tearing it in two. Her hands roamed his bare chest as she lightly dug her nails in his flesh. His eyes fluttered closed for a second and his grip on her neck loosened. Instantly she pulled him towards her, their lips colliding in such a deep passionate kiss she nearly dissolved into atoms in his arms. Her hands shot for his jeans, undoing the belt and button when he gripped her wrists and chucked.
   “No, no.“
   “Kai, I –”
   “Shhh – “ he lovingly brushed his fingers against her cheek and leaned in whispering in her ear. “I think you are in need of a reminder to who you belong to so accidents like this don’t happen again.”
Kai scooped her up in a flash, seating her on the large desk. He tore off her panties, ripped her shirt to shreds and her bra flew off her body while their lips moved fiercely against each other. A split later second her skirt was gone. Her legs hitched around his waist, holding him towards her and his crotch grinded against hers making her moan into the kiss. A devilish smirk flashed in his eyes and the second her hands reached for the bulge in his jeans he gripped her wrists and tied them together with her panties, pushing her down onto the desk. Kai’s hands roamed all over her chest, not taking his eyes away from her for a second while he cupped her breasts and his lips connected with her bare skin. His tongue swirled around her left nipple lightly tweaking the other, sending shivers through her body all of which concentrated on her core. Quiet moans escaped his lips and he sucked on her nipples, lightly pinching and nibbling on them it almost felt as if she could cum just from his actions in that moment. Everywhere his lips touched her skin or his fingertips glazed against it or his nose lightly brushed against her skin felt like fire while his fingertips brushed against her inner thighs so agonisingly slowly it drove her completely nuts. Her back arched off the desk the closer to her heat he got, every particle in her body craved his touch like never before.
   “No, no.“ he said as if scolding a little child. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me. And no touching or I will have to stop and start all over again. No sounds either.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, trying to figure out how she could possibly comply with the last one knowing how when his fingers and tongue start to play there is no stopping him. “You are not serious.”
A devilish spark flashed in his eyes and he laughed under his breath. “No, but you should’ve seen your face. I missed listening to you moan my name too much to punish myself like that. You, however, are in so much trouble young lady.”
Her legs spread wide with a snap of his fingers and he leaned in, his tongue lightly lapping around her clit. So lightly it was almost as if he wasn’t touching her at all. Y/N bit her lip and moaned quietly unable to look away from him.
   “Look how wet you are.” he cooed, blowing a light stream of air onto her clit before brushing his fingers against her folds spreading her arousal around. “So wet you are dripping. Hmmm – ”
He leaned in licking a bold stripe directly through her clit, slurping some of her arousal about to drip on the desk before sliding his tongue in her warmth as deep as it could, twirling it around slowly. Her heart was racing in her chest, her breathing becoming a little more ragged every time his nose brushed against her clit and his scruff rubbed against her heat. He was driving her completely out of her mind and he had barely started. His fingers brushed up her stomach towards her breasts, cupping them and playing with her nipples while his tongue slid inside and out of her faster each time. His tongue curled inside her going in a little deeper every time and her eyes started drooping but what drove her completely insane and truly set her skin on fire was the way he was looking at her. How hadn’t she noticed how dark his eyes were before ? There was hunger in them, a thurst he couldn’t satisfy and the longer he devoured her, the more it appeared he couldn’t get enough.
    “Such a naughty girl.” he cooed replacing his tongue with his fingers, pushing them into the last knuckle, slowly curling them around and pulling out to the fingertips again and again.  “Do you have any idea what you did to me?” he started, slowly picking up the pace with each curl. “I’ve never had anger like this burning in my veins. I didn’t even know it was possible to get that jealous.” he said a little amused. “Feelings are… hard.”
His fingers curled inside her feeling every inch so agonizingly slowly it drove her completely out of it, but not as much as when he roughly pushed them inside her going in deeper every time until his fingertips hit her spot. It felt as if he had thrown her into a wild fire and slowly poured more gasoline, with each pump. They’ve been in situations like this before – they bickered, argued and fought which always ended up with them nearly breaking every horizontal surface in the house, going at it for hours until they were both completely exhausted and everything was forgotten. And even though she hadn’t told him about it, she had a suspicion he knew the dominant side of him turned her on like crazy. His entire personality did, especially the danger vibe around him that had pulled had her in like a magnet since the moment she had laid eyes on him for the first time.
   “What am I going to do with you ?“ he thought out loud. “Maybe I will keep bringing you right on the edge, not letting you cum. Or maybe I will make you cum again and again.” he pushed his fingers roughly inside her, feeling an animal instinct slowly take over him. “Or I will fuck you so hard you will feel it for a week.”
Kai watched her squirm, trying hard to keep her eyes open as he had demanded while he pumped his fingers faster, going in a little deeper every time and her walls clenched around them. Her mind was getting foggier by the second with her orgasm building up fast and her moans turning into small screams until she was right at the edge and he slowed down his finger’s movements long enough to delay her release before starting all over again. Whimpers started mixing with her moans while he flicked her clit with his tongue, his fingers slowly curling around inside her and he enveloped her clit between his lips, listening to her breathing become erratic all over again and her heart rate increasing to dangerous levels. Her eyes fluttered closed and almost instantly he grabbed her face, chuckling, forcing her to look at him. She bit her lip moaning a little louder when his fingertips hit her spot, lightly throwing her head back without taking her eyes off him while he sucked and tugged on her clit as if his life depended on it.
    “Please –“
    “No.” he moaned, the vibrations directly hitting her clit. Y/N blinked and her breath got caught in her throat. There weren’t just devils dancing it his eyes. It was almost as if the Devil had positioned himself between her legs in that moment, lighting her on fire with every pump of his fingers with every moment he tugged on her clit, slurping on her arousal from time to time. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she grabbed on the desk to stop herself from reaching for him while he grabbed her face again, forcing her gaze on him. Her grip grew tighter with each second until her knuckles were almost white, the vibrations of his moans as he devoured her and the way he was looking at her alone enough to push her right over the edge.
    “P-please Kai –“ she begged.
    “Please what ? You want to cum ?” Y/N hummed. “Naughty girls don’t get what they want. They get punished, you know that. Or did you think I’d let it go that easily ? Tonight you cum only when I say so.”
    “FUCk K-Kai –“ she semi-screamed, feeling her walls clench around his fingers a little more intensely while he curled and pumped them inside her at a steady pace, getting her right to the edge and delaying again until suddenly he pulled out. Y/N almost groaned in frustration before he shoved them in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around them, their eyes locked on each other the entire time. He hummed quietly, a quiet moan escaping his lips feeling his jeans tightening around him more and more with each second while his mind got flooded with thoughts about her and he leaned in, continuing to eat her out as if she was his favourite ice cream. His tongue lapped round and around going directly through the middle of her core before sliding in her warmth; his nose brushed against her clit and his scruff tickling her folds, getting her closer to another release. Y/N moaned around his fingers, her hips lightly grinding on his face and she reached her hands towards him pushing his mouth further. Her entire self was vibrating at a different frequency because of his actions.
   “Fuck Kai –“
Kai felt her fingers tug on his hair and closed his eyes for a second enjoying the feeling, humming and moaning while devouring her as if wanting to swallow her whole. He trailed his wet fingers around her nipples, lightly pinching on them making it even harder for her to hold it.
   “K-Kai, ple-ase – I need it.”
   “No.“ he hummed, slowly crawling over her leaving kisses on his way until their eyes were on the same level. “I don’t think you realise the trouble you’ve gotten yourself into going out looking so bloody irresistible. I would’ve torn your clothes on the spot then and there –” he thought out loud. “I almost did in the car –”
Y/N swallowed air, lifting her head up enough to kiss him. He pulled away studying her face. His anger had subsided and the only thing that remained was his lust for her. Kai loved seeing her like this – her eyes rolling in the back of her head, moans and whimpers leaving her parted lips along with his name constantly rolling off her tongue. He loved how she responded to his every movement, how her walls clenched around his fingers so intensely she nearly let go. A devilish spark flashed in his eyes and he leaned over her whispering in her ear.
   “You can’t cum.“ he cooed. “Must be torture to be right on the edge, feeling your skin on fire. Now you know how I feel every time I see you wearing that skirt and those heels. I just – hmmm – ”
   “Please –“ she begged again, watching him smirk at her. He mouthed a ‘no’  and curled his fingers inside her again while his thumb drew slow circles on her clit. Just as she was about to tip over he stopped and pulled out his fingers, watching her hips grinding on air for a few seconds before slowly sliding them in again to the last knuckle. “I want you. I need you…”
Kai smirked devilishly at her, feeling his jeans tightening around him even more and laughed for a second.  “So eager. You are dying to feel me inside you, aren’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “To have the air being knocked out if your lungs while I make you scream my name –”
   “Yes.” she said, barely able to take a breath. Her heart was thumping like crazy, almost as if trying to push its way out of her chest. “Please Kai –”
He snapped his fingers, his remaining clothes flying off him in a second and getting her hands free. Y/N reached for him but he held her hands behind her back, rubbing his hard lenght against her soaked core. His forehead rested on hers, his hot breath hitting her face and their eyes piercing into each other while he continued to drive her nuts. With every passing second her skin flamed up even more and the unusually cold air from outside entering the room through the cracked open window somehow turned her skin on fire even more.
   “Please Kai –” she begged, lifting her head enough for their lips to touch but he pulled away, pulling his signature smirk and pressed the tip of his thick shaft against her entrance.
   “Please ‘what’?”he asked innocently. “Tell me, what does my girl want.”
Y/N bit her lip trying to wriggle her hands free and pull him towards her just as he pressed just the tip inside her, slowly sliding it in and out and rubbing it against her clit from time to time, watching her lose it completely.
   “Fuck me. I want to feel every inch of you inside me –“
Kai grinned at her and his lips collided with hers drowning her scream as he entered her with a heavy thrust going in all the way, and withdrawing slowly making her feel every inch before he filled her in to the brim again. At first his thrusts were slow but hard and deep, each of them knocking the air out of her lungs almost completely, picking up speed every time. His grip on her hands loosened a little and he pulled her towards the edge until she was almost off the desk and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. He held onto her hips with one hand, the other exploring every inch of her body lighting a thousand fires on its way as he slowly leaned in towards her, almost resting his forehead on hers. Kai couldn’t get enough of her, of her lips on his, her touch and the way her walls tightened around him. Or the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head while he withdrew slowly. Y/N’s eyelids kept drooping and each time they closed he entered her with a heavy thrust waking her up turning her soft moans leaving her parted lips into small screams. She held onto his biceps with one hand, pulling his face towards hers with the other. Every thrust that followed was rougher and deeper than the last leaving her craving more and she couldn’t possibly get enough. It felt as if he was trying to catch up on five days without her in one go while trying to bury his entire self inside her and even though it wasn’t possible he kept trying.
    “M-Malachai –” she moaned. Kai growled, purple/black veins flashing under his eyes hearing his full name. “– fuck me harder.”
He smirked at her and a blink of an eye later she was tossed on the soft carpet by the fireplace. Kai crawled over her and his lips collided with hers. He held her hands on either side of her head and entered her so hard the carpet shifted the floor, withdrawing slowly and entering her rougher and deeper every time. Every thrust lit her entire body on fire and the warmth from the flames in the fire licking up her skin feeling more like a slight chill compared to the way Kai and only Kai alone could make her feel.
   “So tight around me.” he moaned, brushing his nose against her cheek his lips barely touching her skin. He hummed quietly, moaning into her ear feeling her walls contract around him more intensely than ever and he knew she was close. “Cum for me baby girl.”
Kai watched her throw her head back, feeling her chest pressing against his and her orgasm tore though her body while he used his vampirism to thrust inside her faster.  A loud moan tumbled off her lips and he gazed into her eyes, smiling to himself. He loved seeing her like this, knowing only he can make her feel this way. His bloody lips crashed against hers slowly loosening the grip on her hands, and instantly her fingers tangled in his hair lightly gripping on it while he continued to pound her senseless. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire and for all she knew the flames from the fireplace have consumed them both. Not that it mattered if thats what had happened. All that mattered to her was Kai – how his hard lenght filled her in perfectly hitting her spot every time, how their lips and bodies were seemingly made for each other… and like an addict, she couldn’t get enough and wanted more.
   “Oh Fuck K-Kai g-go faste-r –” she moaned, her nails digging in his back almost drawing blood while his lenght twitched inside her almost at the same time her walls contracted around him.
A louder moan tumbled off his lips and he pushed her legs almost over her head allowing him to go deeper and leaned in their foreheads almost touching, neither of them wanting to look away from the other. He couldn’t even remember what they had argued about this time, all he could think about was how good and right it felt to be with her in that moment. To feel her come undone around him and fall apart because of him. To listen to their moans colliding in perfect harmony completely drowning the sounds of the wind blowing outside and the cracking of the fire a few steps away from them.
   “S-so close –“ she cupped his face, lightly playing with the scruff in the back of his head. Purple/black veins flashed under his eyes, his hot breath hitting her face every time his thick shaft slid inside her knocking the air out of her lungs. His thrusts were becoming a little sloppier yet keeping their roughness and speed. Her walls clenched around him and she felt his lenght twitch inside her. Y/N bit her lip mouthing ‘So hot’, watching his vampirism showing again and he sank his fangs in her carotid artery, lighting up her skin on fire yet again just like every time he fed on her.
Kai moaned a little louder in her ear, his lenght twitching inside her again and he whispered ‘Cum for me.’ almost the same second he came in hot spurts inside her and her orgasm tore through her body, his thrusts never stopping or slowing down until they were both finished and he collapsed on top of her. Kai buried his face in the crook of her neck, his tongue swirling around the two holes in her skin not letting a single drop of her blood go to waste. Y/N’s tangled her fingers in his locks, lightly pulling his head up until their eyes met and their lips collided in a gentle kiss and he rolled on the floor next to her, pulling her into his arms. For a few minutes they just stayed like this, enjoying the other’s presence and watching the flames dancing in the fire place. Y/N closed her eyes and sighed when he brushed his fingers against her cheek. Instantly her eyes opened, both of them gazing into each other’s eyes.
   “I am incredibly sorry … for the way I reacted. For almost saying that word.” he said softly. “You are right. I should’ve trusted you. You’ve never given me any reason not to. You’ve always been ready to sacrifice it all for me.”
Y/N studied his face remembering his eyes after the second kiss. “Which memory did you slip into this time ?”
   “Oh, um…” he smiled nervously. “Remember that time at the Salvatore house right after the wedding when I was chained up in the cellar while your buddies were trying to figure out what to do with me ? You never told me what you told them that day.”
   “‘If you kill him, you will have to kill me too because I can’t be without him.’” he quoted her word for word. “And then you slapped Damon who said it’s not up to you. I was delirious when you opened the cellar but I can swear you looked like an angel and – I after the way I acted tonight, I don’t deserve you. I should let you go. Allow you to find happiness with someone else, someone deserving. But I can’t. I can’t because the only way for me to continue living is if you are by my side.” he said softly. “That’s a little selfish to say, isn’t it?”
   “If you are selfish, then I am selfish too because that’s the exact same way I feel. I am a human, you can have any girl you want. A witch or a vampire … they throw themselves at you all the time –”
Kai listened to her heart beat noticing a slight change.  “Awwh you get jealous ?“ he teased. “That’s kinda hot.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and tossed herself onto the carpet starring out the window. Where those snowflakes ? No. Not possible.
   “Those girls can’t even remotely compare to you.“ he brushed his palm against her cheek, lovingly gazing into her eyes. “You are human. So beautifully human. So brave and strong. Stubborn as hell, so defiant sometimes. You made me fall for you in an instant and I know I am horrible at feelings but I love you and –“
Her lips smashed against hers not letting him finish. “I love you too.” she tapped his nose, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You look so hot when you are jealous. I just –” she bit her lip. Kai grinned at her and tried to roll on top of her but she was faster.  “– I can’t get enough of you.“ she finished.
   “Round two ?”
   “Five days without you. What do you think?” Y/N smirked devilishly at him and her lips crashed against his more greedy and demanding that ever, giving him the answer to his question.
note : so, i may have strayed a little from the request … tbh i wasn’t even planning on posting this one 😅 (sometimes when i hit writers block i ‘distract’ myself writing something else) but i hope you guys like it anyways 😈😜


i loved you, then i lost you {0}

a/n: burn me pls, i was working on a jimin x yoongi fanfic and the cup of coffee but i kind of just stopped in the middle of writing the drafts :,) have this shit fest instead 

also i guess this is just a short introduction/drabble for the series?? that’s why its so short lmao kill me :)

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pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary: you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.

Originally posted by hyosong

“Fuck!” The limp, weak male curled over the toilet as he slammed his hand on the ground, tears slipping out from his eyes and dripping down his face. You rubbed his back as he threw up, watching as the flowers cascaded down and into the water. They were quite beautiful, actually - the varieties of shapes and colors, how they seemed almost too perfect to exist. Yet, they had to exist in Taehyung. 

Kim Taehyung, 21 years of age. Always sweet and kind, not to mention that his looks and personality caught women’s attention quickly. He had been dating a girl for almost two years now, a girl named Suha. You hated the girl’s name, not understanding how Taehyung was still by her side; the girl would date other boys behind his back, coming back to him with obvious visible hickeys that formed over time from her other “boyfriends.” He never seemed to notice them - you felt sad for Taehyung. He had searched for the one for almost his whole life, being dejected and having two day girlfriends. Suha was the only one he seemed to connect with. Well, that was what he thought. She was a liar, god damn bitch and never deserved Taehyung’s love - it made your blood boil. Your eyes watched him as he let out a dry, painful cough with a choked sob, his shaky hand clutching onto your arm - he clung to it as the flowers kept flowing out, as if he were hanging onto it for dear life. The dim light flickered for a split second, the quiet honking of the cars passing by muted by the walls of the house. 

“(y/n),” Taheyung choked, attempting to speak while the flowers were beginning to become smaller in groups, hinting that the end was almost near. “I-I- water..” you let out a small sigh, putting a finger to your lips. 

“No talking, Tae. It’ll be painful if you do.” You whispered softly, stroking his head slowly. The two of you sat there for about two more minutes before he could finally breathe, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were bloodshot from the countless nights of throwing up and extremely red from the crying. You smiled and ran your thumb over his knuckles, patting his arm. “It’s over now. I’ll get you some water, alright? Stay here and don’t move.” He nodded, lowering his head and removing his hand from your arm. Standing up, you quickly forced yourself to walk towards the kitchen and grab a glass of water, staring at the clock with tired eyes as the cup was being filled. It read 3 AM, and even after all the times you stayed awake to help him, your body wouldn’t damn adjust. 

Returning to Taehyung, you sat down next to him and helped him drink the water, tipping the water into his mouth. He wiped his eyes quickly, smiling at you weakly. “Thank you, (y/n). What would I ever do without you?~” He faked a sob, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly. You let out a quiet chuckle, rocking him side to side while he drifted into sleep. Gosh, time really did seem to fly when you were with him. It was already about 5 AM, and you had classes at seven. 

“Alright, lets go,” you murmured, helping him up and wrapping his arm around your neck, stumbling to his room and dropping him on his bed. You stared at him sleep peacefully, his face paler than usual. A small sigh escaping your lips once again, you turned around and shut the lights off. “Good night, Taehyung.”

Picking up the phone as it vibrated against the bathroom counter, you answered the call. “Heoo?” You asked as you brushed your teeth, staring at the mirror. 

“(yn)! I’m going on another date with Suha!” Taehyung’s voice piped loudly, causing you to move the phone away from your ear. You felt yourself rolling your eyes, spitting the toothpaste out and rinsing your mouth. 

“What help do you need now?” You asked, wiping your mouth with a towel and walking to your bedroom and opening the closet door. 

“Aish, don’t act like I’m such a burden, (y/n)!~” He giggled over the phone while you picked out clothes, laying them on the bed. Placing the phone on the dresser and pressing the speaker button, you groaned loudly. 

“Just tell me what you need help with, Tae.”

“Okie dokie!”

You quickly changed into your clothes, standing up correctly and staring at the body mirror in the corner of your room. You chose a plain, flowery blouse with the color of comforting pastel pink along with a simple pair of light blue jeans.You slipped your socks on, taking your phone off the dresser and grabbing your bag. “Alright, so what did you need again?” You spoke, taking him off the speaker and bringing the phone close to your ear, walking downstairs and grabbing your shoes. 

“Okay, so I heard she likes flowers and stuff, so should I bring her flowers?”

“..Taehyung,” you let out another groan, walking out the house and shutting the door closed behind you. “yes. you should, you idiot.” He giggled as you locked the door, turning around and walking towards the college building. “I gotta go. Have fun, Taehyung.” Ending the call with a glare at the phone, you shoved it in your pocket and opened the doors to the building, rushing over to your friends waiting near the classrooms. 

“(y/n)!” A girl with large, rimmed glasses waved excitedly, her short, black hair bouncing up and down. 

“Hey, Jenny.” You smiled, giving a hug to everyone else. 

“Somethin’ wrong? You sound tired.” Another girl spoke up quickly, her doe eyes wide and filled with worry. 

“I’m fine, Yoni. Taehyung just asked me to help with Suha again, that’s it.” Your hand clutched the strap of your bag tightly as they both let out a groan of frustration.

“Come on, (y/n). Just make him break up with her. Has he not seen her with other boys already?!” Yoni sighed, tucking a piece of her loose hair behind her ear. “I mean, I know he’s been searching for, um..” quoting the air with her fingers, “the one, but he’s just super..”

“Don’t say it, Yoni.” You held up your hand, shaking your head slowly. “It’s fine. He’s just gonna keep chasing after her.” Jenny stared at you with a stoic expression, grabbing both of you and Yoni’s arm, dragging you to class. 

“Whatever, that dude is too stupid anyways. Lets go to class.”

Her stingy response caused Yoni to look at you with a confused expression, eyebrows raised and mouth agape. You shrugged. Jenny never liked Taehyung in general because he was too naive and slow-minded; she, of course, according to the cliche, was the smart kid who hated the “dumb” ones. Taehyung did not fit your definition of dumb in your book, just..caught up in his own mind sometimes. Jenny proceeded to drag the two of you to class and plopped you down smack into two empty seats, ignoring the yells from the professor for walking in so abruptly, interrupting his lesson. Her face wore a smug smirk, grabbing her pencil case out and laying the supplies down on the table.

“This is..gonna be a long day, isn’t it?” Yoni whispered.

The day went by quickly, and before you knew it you were outside the college door and dialing Taehyung. It was silly, actually - how you would call him right you went out of school. People were considering that the two of you were dating, but you quickly denied that ridiculous rumor. Of course, the two of you were close; he had been friends with you since you could first remember. The light breeze blew your hair in your face as Taehyung answered the call, letting out a tired sigh.

“Let me guess,” You began to walk away from the entrance, moving the hair out your face. “she said she had something to do and left.”


“Taehyung, come to my house. Sleepover.”



You hurried over to the convenience store, grabbing as many snacks as you could and stuck a box of Pocky in your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows while you counted the price. “Okay, if I just get rid of the chips, I should be fine.” You smiled at your math skills, returning to the cashier and laying the snacks down on the table. 

“Oh my, that’s a lot. Party?” The man asked as he began to scan the items, placing them in the small bags on the side. 


“Have fun, then.” He smiled, handing you the bags. You nodded, giving him the money and smiling back. 

“Thank you!” You hurried out the store, rushing to the front of your house, bumping into Taehyung. 

“Oh! (y/n)! You got snacks!” He grinned, taking some bags off your hands. You grabbed the key out of your bag, sliding it in the hole and opening the door for the two of you. 

“Of course I did. We do this every time.” You told him, dropping off your bag and walking to the kitchen, pouring the snacks down. 

“There’s so much! Did you get like, money from the heavens or something?!” Taehyung gasped, staring at you with wide eyes. He stared at the snacks with awe as you took a bottle of water, taking a small sip.

“I wanna make sure you don’t feel so bad when those flowers come up again.”

His face fell almost immediately, bringing his hand up to his throat and setting the bags down. “Oh, yeah. Lets get ready,” he whispered, rubbing around his throat and chuckling softly. 

“She what?!” You shrieked, sitting up from the floor and dropping a chip. Taehyung laughed, laying down on the pillow. 

“You’re really funny, (y/n)!” He wrapped his arms around his stomach, trying to catch his  breath. “Don’t be so serious, it’s fine! She’s super busy with her job, so she had to go!”

You fought back the urge to tell him how slow he was being, hugging your knees tightly. Taehyung continued to laugh as you played along, biting your tongue in hopes that you’d forget about it and have fun.

That was the problem; you couldn’t get rid of that feeling. That feeling that was slowly eating you up, it’s sharp teeth biting in your flesh and ripping it apart from you.The feeling when Taehyung held hands with Suha so happily, tightening his grip, then releasing her hand after she said “I don’t like that, you’re hurting me.” Your mind was swirling with questions for him - why did he love her? Why would he stay with her? Why is he making himself suffer? Doesn’t he know that he could die because of what he’s doing? Will he ever break up? Those questions pounded inside the walls of your mind, staying in place for the rest of your time with him. Fuck, he looked so happy when he finally told you he had gotten a girlfriend. His eyes were wide open, cheeks pink, almost trembling from excitement. You, of course, were also happy that he had gotten a soulmate. You thought that she would be different since he was acting so happy; but no. She was only there for his looks. For his hands to crawl all over her - she obviously didn’t think about it thoroughly and found out he was too..kind for that kind of act. She became bored, became annoyed by his presence, yet she never gave him up. She knows how much you care about him, how close the two of you were. Having the audacity to keep him to herself and make him suffer made you so angry you wished you could take him away, away from her. Away from what was giving him the most pain, the one who made his hell visible to him.

You stared at Taehyung with a smile, turning on the television. “What movie do you want?”

“I dunno..can we just watch the news?”

“The news?” You scrunched your nose, staring at him with confused sprawled all over your face. “Why?”

“Just ‘case. I wanna see how boring it is.”

You shrugged, changing the channel to a news channel and set the remote down, leaning your head against the couch leg. The news was in fact, very boring to you two. They talked about the weather, and too many commercials annoyed you. Looking up at Taehyung again, you noticed his expression changed completely. His eyes didn’t seem very..sparkly anymore. You swept it off, returning your attention to the television. After all, it was about midnight. He must feel tired, right?

“Tae, you tired?” You asked quietly, your eyes still glued to the screen. 

“No, why?” He responded softly, glancing at you. 

“You look off today,” you turned to face him, sitting up on your knees. 

Taehyung brushed the hair out of his eyes, raising an eyebrow. “I do? Do I look sick?” He sat up, grabbing his phone out and checking his face in the camera. Letting out a loud sigh, he flopped back down on the couch, shaking his head. “I’m not tired, just bored. I wanna do something. You aren’t fun today.”

“I ran out of jokes.” You mumbled.

“But I’m bored.”

“If you’re bored, shouldn’t your girlfriend be comforting you right now!?” The words slipped off your tongue before you could think, eyes widening and clasping your hands over your mouth. Taehyung stared at you, drawn back from the sudden burst of your words and slumped down, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, lets not go that far. She’s busy.” He whispered, rubbing his eyes. “She told me she has a huge, huge possibility of getting a pay raise and stuff, so we have to be patient!” He sat up again, his eyes gaining it’s sparkle once again.

“Oh, that’s nice.” You replied, standing up and shuffling over to the kitchen. Pay raise, your ass. She was with one of those other boys who fell for her tricks and shit, hoping to be noticed but only broken inside. You tightened your grip on the chair as your sat down, staring at Taehyung. “Lets go to sleep, Tae. Turn off the TV.”


The brightness from the television screen dimmed as he turned it off, the news reporter’s voice dying quickly. The two of you went upstairs and into your room, plopping yourself down on the ground. 

“What are you doing? Go to your bed.” Taehyung pointed at the bed, tilting his head.

“Sleep on my bed tonight.”

“Are you sure?”


He shrugged, jumping onto your bed and giggling to himself, slipping underneath the bed sheets. “Night, (y/n).”

He waited for you to say goodnight, letting out a soft chuckle when you said nothing and turned off the light.

You stared in horror as flowers flew out of Taehyung’s mouth, petals, leaves, all kinds fluttering down onto your bedroom floor. He was on his knees, gasping for breath as he threw up, the noise he made tightening your heart into a knot. “Taehyung, why didn’t you wake me up?!” You rushed to his side, turning on the light and pulled his hair away from his eyes, gulping nervously as his body began to shake. 

“Breathe, Tae. Breathe, okay?” You whispered, patting his bad comfortingly while you whispered in his ear, telling him to breathe and saying he’ll be alright. His eyes began to tear up as the flowers continued to grow in group sizes, and began to worry you as it kept flooding out his mouth longer than usual. 

Three hours passed before he finally calmed down, wiping his mouth and collapsing on his side, falling onto the pile of flowers. “Tae, are you alright?” You asked quickly, staring at him with concern. 

“Why do flowers come out?! This isn’t normal, (y/n)! Shouldn’t we go to the doctors? There must be something wrong, I know Suha loves me, it’s-” He broke down in tears, grabbing your arm and pulling himself closer to hug you. You sat there, frozen, as his tears soaked into your shirt, his loud cries echoing throughout the small room you had. Your shaky hand ran through his hair, using your free arm to hug him tightly. 

“We can’t go to the doctors, remember? Everything will go wrong,” you explained, keeping your voice quiet so he could stay calm, which wasn’t a very good idea, since he was crying after all. “I’m sure she..loves you.” You cringed at your words, knowing damn well she hated Taehyung. 

“T-Then why are th..these flowe-rs c-c-coming out?” He choked, burying his face in the crook of your neck, scratching the back of your shirt with his nails. You stared at him, wondering how hard it was for him to go from a happy man to such a miserable person in such a short amount of time.

a/n: holy shit man i finally have a good plot in mind ghfujsl

A Court of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Part II

The ACOTAR Hogwarts AU that nobody asked for.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the kind comments and feedback! I hope this chapter lives up to the previous one. I am very sorry to say that I am currently on vacation and will therefore not be updating for about another week or so. (It will probably be next Friday or Saturday that the next chapter is posted.) Again, please feel free to comment/leave constructive criticism. Enjoy!

Part One | Read on Ao3

Cassian woke before the sun. He sluggishly rolled out of bed, dragging himself down to the Quidditch pitch in the early morning light. He woke himself up by flying laps around the field, looping and swerving and practicing all the maneuvers he’d learned over the summer. By the time the fog had lifted and breakfast had been served, a gaggle of groggy Gryffindors with broomsticks in hand had joined him for tryouts.

In the Great Hall, Rhys and Feyre languidly filled their plates with toast and eggs. Mor, despite school policy, was still in pajamas. With a yawn, Mor said, “So what’s the plan for today, Rhys?”

Rhys hummed pensively. “I’m not sure. Maybe Az can sneak us into the Shrieking Shack. Any opinions, Feyre darling?”

“We should all go down to the lake for lunch. We can practice nonverbal spells,” Feyre suggested.

“Or maybe,” Rhys purred, nipping at Feyre’s ear, “We could stay behind and practice something else, just the two of us.”

Mor rolled her eyes and poured a glass of orange juice. “Seriously, Rhys, save it for the bedroom. I don’t want to hear about your sex life, especially not at eight in the morning.”

“My apologies, cousin,” Rhys said with a grin that suggested otherwise. Arm wrapped tight around Feyre’s waist, he continued, “Although, speaking of romance…has anyone caught the Morrigan’s eye, recently? Any hot guys?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at the last part, taking an amused sip of coffee.

Mor and Feyre exchanged an uneasy glance. There were still some things that had yet to be revealed among their Inner Circle, despite how often Feyre assured her friend no judgements would be made. But Rhys, oblivious to whatever secrets were being kept, did not pick up on the glance shared between the two women. He looked at Mor expectantly.

Pushing a long breath between her teeth and forcing a strained smile, Mor said, “Not yet.”

There was a jarring clatter as Amren slammed her silver goblet on the table, red liquid splashing out over the rim as she jammed herself into the sliver of space beside Mor. “Gods, Amren,” Mor said sourly, “Don’t bother asking before you sit.”

“I never do,” Amren quipped.

Mor scowled, using her napkin to soak up some of the spilled drink. Peering at the stained cloth with mild disgust, she asked, “What the hell even is this stuff?” If she didn’t know better, she’d say it looked like blood.

Amren gave a feline grin, sharp as knives. “Juice,” she answered vaguely.

“Ever the drama queen,” Rhys said wryly.

“Worried I’ll steal your title?” Amren taunted. She patted his hand with false comfort. “It’s okay, Rhysand, everyone knows the queen has more power than the king anyway.”

Rhys snorted, but it was Feyre who replied, “And don’t let him forget it.” The three girls clinked their goblets together in a toast and burst into laughter.

Nesta was waiting by the entrance of the locker rooms when Cassian walked off the pitch, his new team lagging behind. “Nesta,” he said when he saw her, surprise coloring his voice. He leaned his broomstick against the wall and combed his sweaty hair back, tying it in a sloppy bun.

“You,” she acknowledged, sounding tired.

Cassian seemed to notice that the usual venom in her tone was lacking. He frowned, eyebrows furrowing with concern. “What’s wrong, Nes?”

“Don’t call me that,” Nesta snapped on instinct, her spine straightening. Any hint of previous vulnerability had vanished, leaving only ice in its wake.

“Sorry,” Cassian said with a grin, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “Old habits.”

Nesta pursed her lips, but decided against arguing any further. “Elain told me that you didn’t eat breakfast so – here.” Her words were rushed, as if nervous, though her face revealed no emotion. In her hand, held out as far from her as possible, was a sandwich wrapped neatly in foil. Cassian tried to catch Nesta’s gaze, but she refused to meet it, opting to stare intently at a spot just above his shoulder.

Taking the sandwich gingerly, Cassian let his fingers hesitate on hers. He watched her delicate throat as she swallowed, her eyes now drawn down to where his hand dwarfed hers, the rough callouses of his palms snagging against her own smooth skin.

Then, quick as lightning, Nesta yanked away sharply. “Okay,” she announced, straightening her already pristine robes, “That was all. Goodbye, Cassian.” She spun around to leave.

“Wait!” Cassian called out after her, taking a few stumbling steps forward as if to follow.

Nesta glanced over her shoulder, a single eyebrow arched. “Yes?”

“I –” There was a pause as a jumble of words got stuck in Cassian’s throat. He finally settled on asking, “Where are you going?”

“The library,” Nesta answered. “Morrigan and the others will be expecting you at the lake for lunch.” And with that, she disappeared back inside the castle.

Cassian let out a long sigh. He wondered if he would ever get to see Nesta Archeron as she truly was, without all her armor and defenses. He couldn’t explain why, but he desperately wanted her to trust him – gods knew he already trusted her with his life.

“That’s not fair!” Mor bellowed, face flushed with embarrassment. She was still recovering from Amren’s silent cantis jinx, the thunderous laughter of her friends echoing in her ears.

Amren smirked. “You really are wonderful singer.”

Mor growled, arcing her wand above her head in a counterjinx. A quick shout of “Protego!” came from Rhys before any damage could be done, leaving the two females to glare at each other from their respective side of the invisible shield.

“Well, well,” a silky voice slithered over the group and a blonde with calculating turquoise eyes emerged from behind a neighboring grove of trees. Everyone instinctively tensed, and Rhys subtly moved to stand in front of Feyre. “Having issues within the Dream Team, are we?”

Bristling, Feyre pushed past her boyfriend. Now mere inches away from the other girl, she threatened, “Get lost, Ianthe, before I hex your toes off.”

Ianthe wasn’t fazed. She shrugged. “I’m not scared of you, little mudblood.”

“Maybe you should be,” Feyre snarled, wand sliding out of her cloak sleeve and into her palm. Her fingers gripped the wand handle so hard her knuckles were turning white.

“Feyre darling,” Rhys began with an air of warning.

Pursing her lips, Ianthe peered over Feyre’s shoulder. With a sigh, she bemoaned, “Oh, how disappointing. I thought for sure my dearest Lucien would be hanging around you lot.” She grinned wickedly. “Lucien and I have recently become quite…close.”

With a ferocious battlecry, Feyre abandoned her wand and launched herself at Ianthe, opting to tackle her to the ground instead of using magic. Feyre’s knees rested on either side of Ianthe’s hips, fingers seeking out the blonde’s throat. Ianthe choked out a laugh, provoking Feyre’s grip to tighten.

Azriel and Rhys dove at Feyre, tugging her away by the back of her cloak. “Don’t you dare,” Feyre spat, absolutely venomous, “Don’t you fucking dare talk about Lucien ever you filthy –”

“Feyre,” Rhys murmured, his thumb ghosting across her cheekbone, “She isn’t worth it.”

Still laying on the ground, Ianthe rasped, “Go on, mudblood. Run away like the coward you are.”

It took all of Az and Rhys’s strength to hold Feyre at bay, though neither of them would have been particularly heartbroken if she had gotten free and hurled herself into another attack.

In the end, it was Elain who stooped, grasping Ianthe’s shirtfront and forcing her to her feet. “Leave,” she commanded, so quiet and menacing that even Ianthe had the good sense to look afraid. Elain shoved the conniving bitch in the opposite direction, sending Ianthe stumbling off.

“Conniving bitch,” Mor declared.

“I hope she rots in Hell,” Amren agreed.

Feyre was still trembling with rage when Azriel released her. “You okay?” He asked.

She shook her head, feeling sick to her stomch. “No. What Ianthe does – it’s disgusting. It’s a violation and someone needs to stop her.”

Rhys gently wrapped her in a warm embrace, stroking her hair comfortingly. “We’ll talk to one of the professors. The headmaster, perhaps.”

“I’ve already tried,” Feyre sighed, “And nobody believes me.”

“We could always cut her hands off,” Amren suggested.

Unamused, Rhys instantly responded, “Absolutely not.”

Amren shrugged. “It was just an idea.”

“And it’s not half bad,” Feyre mused, tilting her head in consideration. Amren grinned.

Rhys let out a sound of exasperation. Placing a delicate kiss on Feyre’s cheek, he simply said, “Please don’t do anything stupid.”

Feyre drew back. “Are you calling me dumb, Rhysand?”

“No! I would never!”

As the couple bickered lovingly, Azriel drifted over to Elain. He knelt, plucking a small white daisy from the ground. He held it out to her in silent offering, and she beamed. Instead of keeping it, however, Elain rocked onto her tiptoes and reached up to tuck the flower behind his ear.

“Perfect,” she whispered.

Azriel’s lips parted as if he were about to say something, but then he clenched his jaw shut as he reconsidered. He took a step backwards. “Where’s Cassian?” He wondered.

Elain ducked her head, peeking through her golden eyelashes at Az with a mischievous smile dimpling her cheeks. “The library,” she answered.

Part Three

satanslilcherry  asked:

Hi! Today I'm feeling really bad about my body and stuff. Could you please write some hc about rfa+minor trio reacting to MC how's feeling like shit bc her father keeps bodyshaming her? Pretty please

Hey, I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling bad about your body. I hope these headcannons will make you feel a little better. I tried to keep this gender neutral and vary in body Imagine issues, because it’s not always about how big you are, I know some people are subconscious about how skinny they are, or if they don’t have an muscles. Also sorry these took so long, but I wanted to make each one as accurate as I could. 

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Brother's Best Friend: Part 8 (Final)

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

Your brother is away so his best friend comes out to play

Warning: Contains smut and violence in some chapters

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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Sometimes Rain Falls

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

A/N: Consider this part 1 of the ‘explanation’ of the Princes ;)



Part 10

 That …fucking hurt.’

Your hand trembles in Hoseok’s as you stare up at his brother, subconsciously having cowered behind him when Namjoon had come to stand before you both, and finding yourself gripping tightly to Hobi’s arm as he stands up to face him, pulling you up next to him as he goes.

‘You shouldn’t have had her by the throat like that.’ Hoseok growls defensively at his brother, the animalistic sound startling you and making your hand tighten in his, the second it happens the sound stops, and you see Hoseok glance worriedly at you from the corner of his eye, his free hand coming up to stroke your arm in comfort.

‘I wont hurt you.’

The sincerity in his gaze as he waits for you to respond has the tightness in your chest dissipating slightly where it had built up the minute Taehyung had pulled you from your bed earlier, the warmth from his hands seeping into your skin, and you find yourself second guessing everything you’d seen that night.

But you still weren’t ready to let your guard down just yet.

You don’t answer him, instead only staring at him for a few more seconds before bowing your head, acknowledging the promise in his words as you shift your fingers caressingly against his, before looking back up at Namjoon and feeling the fear begin to race through your veins all over again.

‘I wont let him hurt you either, Y/N. I promise. He wont lay a finger on you again.’ Hoseok murmurs, turning fully to face you and raising a hand to touch your cheek, the sudden invasion on your senses causing you to flinch slightly where you’d been watching Namjoon so fiercely. The look that casts over Hobi’s expression at your movement has guilt flooding your stomach, but despite everything in you telling you to pull him closer to apologize, with everything you’d seen that night, you just couldn’t.

‘I believe you.’ Is all you say instead, your voice quiet as you speak, just managing to flash Hoseok a small unconfident smile, before his brother speaks up behind him.

‘Stop being ridiculous. You know I don’t intend to hurt her. Besides…I think the more pressing issue would be whats going to happen now…’

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anonymous asked:

Hello mayra, I have a prompt for you... it's a little sad tho. Would you mind writing about either Sonic or Amy dying and visiting the other somehow one last time to check up on them as their goodbye? Thx.

So sad ;D; Why so sad? I’m gonna cry. I don’t want to cry. But this means feels. And this means intense, “I wanted to stay with you” feels. And I- I- -chokes up- Darn you, death! Why are you splitting my otp up!?! -shakes fist-

Now the hard part is to decide who’s dead… -contemplating my thought process before writing story-



If it was Sonic who passed——

He watches her cry silently in her room. Every night or every other night, he couldn’t tell the difference between time anymore, she would lean on the edge of her bed and grip the covers, sobbing.

Sometimes, he would just hover close by, other times, he would have to look away and tune out the sounds.

She never knew how it happened. Sonic thought she probably didn’t care.

She just wanted things to be different, but he didn’t have long.

He had first said goodbye to Tails, which was probably the hardest to do for him. He discreetly let his farewell to Knuckles go by while he slept. But Amy… he was taking his time with.

He really didn’t want to say any more goodbyes, he hated them. He wanted to wait till she was calmer, her spirit more at ease before he departed.

Good thing there was no ‘after-death police’ or ‘heavenly angels’ that were forcing him to hurry up the process.

When she did fall asleep, he would touch his spirit arm to hers, and let the warm glow warm her coldness.

He thought that odd and different, how the body is warm and the soul cold when you’re alive, and when you die, it was the opposite.

Sonic hovered by her side a moment, removing his arm when he felt her spirit warm up. She looked comforted, a small, tender smile replacing her tears on her cheeks.

The action caused the tears to roll off faster, which made Sonic smile.

Then she broke his heart again, whispering, “Why’d you have to go?”

The question haunted him. Heh, puns. But seriously… He wanted to know how she knew he was there.

He was proud of her. After a few months time, she was off working and shopping again. However… he saw her look at a picture of the whole gang again and skim her hand over his face…

He could still feel as a spirit, and without the body, he had learned to control so well, he couldn’t help but feel himself sink into sorrow.

He stared at the picture that rested a mourning hand upon it, lovingly stroking an afterimage of what used to be.

His eyes then glossed over to the girl’s face, and he felt himself losing control of his spirit, and felt that if he did have a body, it would be tensing up, crying, and giving him a sense of life’s pressure upon his shoulders.

Funny… how some people think that leaves you when you die. But emotions are not wholly the body’s…. You’re emotions and thoughts carry with you in the hereafter.

“Amy…” he lightly spoke out, feeling his soul gravitate in a sudden pull towards her, but held himself back, and watched her again.


The strange whisper caused Amy’s head to look up, and then turn around.

He held his peace… and she shivered a moment in fright before putting the picture back down, walking away.

He watched her body and spirit, one unified life, scale the stairs before stopping herself.

She turned around, and walked back down the stairs, standing in the living room.

“This might sound nuts.” she started, and he felt the air still at the sound of her open thoughts. “But no one besides angels can hear quiet confessions anyway.”

He was so heavily focused on her now, that he moved closer, not realizing his spirit was being drawn to her even now…

You get less control over yourself without your body. It’s easy to control something you can fell, not so much something that is inherent and within you.

She continued, as he noticed her spirit get colder and her body heat up with fresh, hot tears in her eyes.

“…But if you can hear this… Sonic…”

Sonic had never experienced so much free emotion, it was something uncontrollable.

“But I…” her voice cracked.

He watched with widened spiritual eyes as she fell to her knees, and instinctively reached out to catch her.

He held her as his spirit warmed her own. She touched her heart and smiled.

“I know you’ll always be watching over me… I know you love me.”

Sonic’s mouth opened, before closing suddenly.

No need to haunt the dead with last-minute confessions, Amy…

No need to cry over things already passed…

“But you’re here, aren’t you? And you won’t leave my side… I’ll try and live my life right to make it wherever you ended up… but please… please wait for me, Sonic.”

No.. Amy, no!

Sonic shook his head, gripping her spirit tighter to his own, ducking his head down.

Live your life! Enjoy it! Have a family, get married, live your dreams and explore what life can offer you! Don’t waste it by waiting even longer to join me here! I haven’t even GONE there yet!

His spirit, wracked with torment over leaving the very girl he hoped to protect and take care of in his life, rocked with profound- almost childish exertion.

“Dang it, Amy! I have to go!” he felt his spirit waning on this plane of existence. He could feel his strength being called somewhere else. He needed to say goodbye.

“Amy… live, laugh, love! Grow, get, create! Make your life everything you can. Then I’ll see you again. Then you can know I was watching from a distance, always encouraging, always supportive. Just like you were… Amy… don’t live your life waiting on me anymore… Amy… it’s my turn to wait to hear your adventures… please… “

He suddenly felt her get up and watched as she took a deep breath.

Okay…” she lightly whispered, and he stared at the most beautiful manifestation of life he had ever seen.

Her face was a witness of spiritual strength, her body a pillar of truth. She was ready to move on, even if she hadn’t heard him, she could feel her spirit interpret what only spirits can express.

Without knowing it, Sonic had spoken to her heart, and spirit speaks spirits, so her spirit translated for the body through the heart.

She felt the calm and comfort, the fire in her heart, and walked happily, peacefully, up the stairs once more.

Before she departed, Sonic’s spirit lay without motion upon his knees, his hands lowered to his lap, palms up. His arms were laying on their backsides, and his eyes stared incredulously to the ground.

So many things he didn’t understand about the spirit… so many things he wished he knew while he still had a body to experience it in…

But he knew one thing, she understood what his spirit had stated, even if he didn’t know how it occurred.

Miracles aren’t without some science, he figured.

He rose up, tightening his spiritual fists that he could no longer physically feel, and smiled up to Amy.

See you soon… Amy.

He gave her his signature wink, a charming smile.

She paused to turn around again, but by then, with matching smiles, the two had gone their separate ways.

Throughout the gang’s life… Tails could feel Sonic inspiring him and praising him when he nailed an invention down pat. Knuckles felt Sonic encouraging him to continue his research into his family and the Chaos Emeralds even poked fun at him to keep trying when things went south with Rouge… Amy…

Amy felt him in every step, he would lightly touch her spirit and she would feel the motivational speech coming on. Something without words to her, something felt and not seen.

They all knew then, that when the time came, they could all rejoice as a team once more. Somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t going to keep them apart ever again.

“Our Love” BTS Jimin & Yoongi

Originally posted by ktaejin

@thelittlecheshirekitten requested: can i request a vampire angst bts drabble type thing XD ? with the prompts 26, 50 and 22 with jimin x reader x yoongi. thank you so much if you decide to do this i love you blog soo much <3 <3 <3

A/N: Thanks for requesting!! <3 Lovely choice of prompts!!  I enjoyed very much doing this request! :D Hope you like it n.n. Have Good Day! <3

Prompt:  “I’m both a lover and a fighter. I’ll take you down and then give you a kiss.” | “I’m losing my cold hearted reputation here” | “It’s ok, you don’t have to love me”

WordCount: 2.6k
Genre: Angst, Vampire!Au
Triggers: blood, violence, cussing, vampire.
Pairing: JiminxReader(she)xYoongi

Pt2: -Our love: awoken-


“Fucking bitch” he grunted swaying his pocket blade.

A painful and stinging pain made your breath hitched.

He had stabbed you.

You recognized the warmth of the liquid sliding down and drenching your clothes before noticing the bleeding. Your hand reached to shield the open wound, legs trembling getting weaker and weaker until you fell landing on a small carpet of frosty grass.
The assaulter leaned down hovering above you, the dizziness of the alcohol made it difficult to take in an exact image, but the cold that touched your skin gave a certainty that he was, in fact, removing clothes from you, the shock of the stabbing trailed your mind somewhere far away from the scene.
Slowly everything faded; your sight turning blurry, making the street light transform into stars; The blood flowing between your fingers became a friendly almost pleasant feeling, reminiscing a strong hand holding onto yours.

‘I’m dying’
 you wept internally.

A sensation of void crawled slowly enveloping your body on its claws. It was a cold different from the one that accumulated on the spiky grass beneath you, wilder and vicious.
Said void had reached out enclosing your vision. Ironically you remembered how it was commonly said that when you die there is a tunnel of light where you reach for another world. But instead, darkness was reaching you, and the light of your own life ran away from it, escaping.
Tears rolled down your eyes as you felt his heavy and sweaty body pressing against you.

“You know,” someone spoke, interrupting.

‘Who is that?’ Your mind wondered

“Normally we don’t like to eat garbage, but for you scum, I’ll wash my mouth later” A gravelly voice chuckled, not far from you.

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Riverdale Imagine: Pandora's Box (Archie x Reader)

Requested by @rileytanghe : Hi I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do a story for riverdale! And it would be like how you’re the new girl and your attitude and personality is like a mix of Cheryl, Betty, and Veronica… and you become friends w/ “the sad breakfast club” and Archie has like his eye on you… and you can take it from there. And could it be like cute with some drama so the reader can show off her personality… 

 A/N: I will edit, add a word count, and add to my masterlist when I get back from holiday. 

Approx. 1430 words

 As you stepped through the doors of Riverdale High for the first time, you knew that you had found the perfect place to reinvent yourself. The stiletto heels of your knee-high black boots clicked noisily on the white tiled floor as you made your way down the centre of the corridor, your confidence enhanced by your gorgeous black skinny jeans and dangerously low-cut and see-through emerald green blouse. Other students merely stared at you. Guys looked you up and down appealingly and girls in shabby jeans and t-shirts regarded you with astonishment and obvious jealousy. Arriving at your locker without giving anyone a second glance, you began unloading books from your (fake) Louis Vuitton handbag and carefully reapplied your perfume. 

 "Oh my God! Is that Louis Vuitton?“ you heard someone squeal behind you. 

 You turned around and was faced with a beautiful raven-haired girl with large dark eyes and a bright smile. A string of huge white pearls clung around her neck, hugging her throat perfectly. 

 "You must be Veronica Lodge” you flashed a smile at her.

 "Please! Call me Ronnie, we’re practically best-friends already!“ She giggled, you couldn’t help but join in, her laughter was contagious. "So, are you ready for an amazing tour of the world’s worst high-school?" 

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The First Move

Requested by anon: Can I have something where a girl reader is over at stiles’ house sitting on his bed watching star wars with him? They both have HUGE crushes on each other and the reader knows but she’s waiting for stiles to make an move. Suddenly stiles starts playing with her hands. Can you add something in where she just starts rambling and he stops her by grabbing her face and saying “I’ve wanted to do this for so long” and kisses her? Thank you so much! I love your writing 😍    

A/N: Thanks for the request! I added a little at the beginning and changed the order at the end a bit so it would fit better into the story, I hope that’s okay. Enjoy! :)       

Pairing: Reader x Stiles

Requests are open!

„Oh come on, Stiles! I can’t see you sad like this!“, you exclaim desperately while you walk beside him towards your locker and look up at his distressed expression. It’s true: Your heart breaks at his sadness. You discovered that that’s an annoying side effect when you’re in love with someone. Stiles just shrugs and pulls up the straps of his backpack, not really encouraging you at all.

“I just can’t believe she’s dead. I mean, she has been a legend for me since I was a little kid”, he explains.

Obviously he’s talking about Carrie Fisher. He hasn’t been talking about anything else since it happened, although you’re really trying hard to cheer him up. You have tested pretty much every option you have and only one is left.

“You know what? Why don’t we just make a Star Wars marathon today?”, you suggest, leaning against your locker as he opens his own and hides his face in it. “I mean, it’s movie night anyway and honoring her in that way might make things a little easier.”

“I don’t know”, he mumbles. “What if it depresses me even more?”

“Well, you can’t stop watching Star Wars anyway and I think it’s worth a try. What do you say?”

He takes his time to grab his books and cram it in his bag while you wait for the answer hopefully. Finally he slams the door shut, looks at you and his brown eyes turn a little softer. “Why not? At mine at seven?”

“I’ll be there”, you promise, giving him a little smile.

He returns it, although it’s still somewhat lopsided, but you appreciate the effort. He quickly leans down to press a kiss onto your cheek before he turns around and walks towards the exit swiftly. The spot where his lips touched your skin seems to burn and you can’t suppress a longing sigh as you look after him.

In that moment someone clears her throat right next to you and you whirl around with a shriek. Your eyes fall on Lydia with her eyes raised and arms crossed.

“Damnit, Lydia! You scared me to death!”, you complain.

She just flips her long, strawberry blond hair over her shoulder. “Well, if loverboy wouldn’t take all your attention you might’ve noticed me standing there. Seriously: this is getting ridiculous! When will the two of you finally start making out instead of acting like four year-olds?”

You feel your cheeks heating up from something entirely else this time, although you know that she’s perfectly right. You know that he likes you back. You both have been pretty obvious about your feelings and it’s impossible to hide them anyway when you’re surrounded by werewolves. However, you really hate those kind of things.

“It’s not that easy”, you claim weakly. A sentence that will never convince a Lydia Martin.

“That’s nonsense and you know it. Every girl who is unhappily in love would punch you for that statement.”

“I know, okay? But…but we are friends and it could get really weird. And I’m a little old-fashioned when it comes to things like that. I want him to make the first move”, you admit.

Lydia observes you for a moment before she sighs, links her arm with yours and pulls you along. “I get that, but we are talking about Stiles here. It could take decades until he makes a move. He’s an idiot, especially concerning girls.”

“I’m really bad at this.”

“Then let’s hope that he surprises me for once.”

As you arrive at his house, Stiles greets you in a blue shirt and grey sweatpants.

“Hey! Do you feel a little better?”, you ask him after you hugged him tightly.

“A bit. I think this was a good idea”, he admits while he walks up to his room beside you. You grin.

“Of course it was. It was mine after all.”

As you enter his room, you notice that he already prepared everything. Star Wars episode four is in the player, a bowl with nachos stands on the nightstand and soft drinks lie in a box on the floor. For Stiles that’s pretty well-wrought.

“I suppose we will watch episode four, five and six?”, you ask him, snatching a nacho out of the bowl and throwing yourself onto the matrass.

“Obviously. Are you ready to honor her?”

“Absolutely!”, you exclaim and he dims the light and starts the movie.

Movie night is a thing the two of you do pretty regularly. However, today it feels a little different. You have no idea where it suddenly comes from, but there is a tension in the air as soon as he lies down next to you. You quickly grab a bottle of coke, just to have something to do. Does he feel it too? You secretly throw a look at his face but his eyes are fixed on the TV and his expression doesn’t tell you anything. Not very helpful. You gulp down a sigh and decide to simply concentrate on the movie.

At first you are both unusually quiet and just watch, but at some point in the movie you start to behave more normally and add your little comments here and there, make jokes and laugh together. You have both seen Star Wars so many times that you could speak along with the characters and watching it side by side is almost like a ritual. After you’re finished with the first one, Stiles already looks much better. He’s even able to smile at you and that’s all you wanted to achieve.

Somewhere along the second movie you become a little tired and snuggle deeper into the sheets, ending up closer to him than before. You are so close that you can smell his perfume and you immediately become a little nervous. At the same time you don’t want to move away from him because that would send the wrong message. You want something to happen. You are scared of it but you want it anyway. However, you are simply unable to do anything.

You feel Stiles body move now and then. He lifts his arm only to let it fall back onto the blanket. He clears his throat without saying anything. Your heart starts to pound a little faster and the tension returns with unexpected heaviness. All of that reaches its peak as he suddenly takes your hand in his.

You hold your breath for a second until you tell yourself to relax and act normal. It’s not the first time that he’s holding your hand, only the first time in this kind of context. For a moment it’s a little awkward, but then he starts to randomly play with your fingers and you realize that’s it’s really soothing. You like it.

You can hear Lydia’s voice in your head. “This is the moment. Just do it.” You tense up again immediately and instead of just turning around, realizing that he’s staring at you lovingly and kissing him, you start to ramble.

“You know, I really liked the new one but just watching the old ones really brings back that feeling of being a little child, that moment of nostalgia. You know what I mean? It’s really unfair to measure a movie’s quality like that but I just can’t help myself. I mean, when I watch all the new ones I will never have my dad beside me, laughing when I cover my eyes although it’s totally not spooky and that’s just something I’m missing and…”

You only see a flash of Stiles’ smile before he finally interrupts you by cupping your face and pressing his soft, warm lips onto yours. Your own lips respond immediately as if they only waited for this happen, which might be very true. Nevertheless, it’s better than you ever imagined it. Your brain stops to work and your emotions take control over your body. The butterflies flutter from your stomach to your head and you bury your fingers in his hair, pulling his face even closer while your press your body against his. You are feeling immensely drunk but without that stupid, bad feeling in your stomach. Drunk from pure happiness.

As you pull apart after an indefinable time you blink at him, confused and very pleased at the same time. His cheeks are reddened and he looks just as flustered as you feel.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long”, he mumbles with a hoarse voice that gives you goosebumps.

You chuckle and lean your head against his shoulder. The movie is long forgotten, this very moment is so much more important than anything else.

“And I’ve waited so long for you to finally do it.”


featuring Jaehyun

Genre: -

Request: Hello ahah I finally got the courage to request smth ehehe. Can I ask for a college au where u & jaehyun are gorgeous af twins & everyone wants u but u have a secret r/s with bad boi TY ooh & idk how to continue this hahaha ily thank u

A/N: Like the Soulmate! series i’d probably write this College! Au series in a storyline form , it’s much easier for me this way ! I seriously apologise beforehand if this wasn’t what you wanted , my writing is really going down these days idek why , but enjoy reading !!


You smiled to yourself as you glanced over to the bunch of boys standing at the corridor , fawning over your presence , simply just by sitting there and doing nothing but using your phone .

It was nothing new to you .

“ What’s up , beautiful ? Wanna hang out with me ? ” a tall and muscular boy appeared beside you , his arm snaking around your waist . Feigning a smile , you lightly pushed his arm away , as you replied in a calm and gentle tone ,“ No thank you . And i’d appreciate it if you respect my personal space ”

The boy beside you gave a smug expression as he moved even closer to you , his face leaning towards yours . He turned his head slightly as he whispered into your ear , his warm breath hitting the side of your cheek , “ What if i don’t want to ? ”

You heard the sound of heavy footsteps appear from behind you . Within seconds , the boy was pushed away from you and you were greeted with your older brother , who flashed you his warm smile . His expression changed as he shifted his focus back to the boy , “ Stay away from her , no one treats my sister like that ” . Scared , the boy got up and ran away , without saying anything else .

You spread your arms as you hugged your brother , the people around you staring at the both of you in awe since they stunned by your beauty .

“ Thanks so much Jae , and also i missed you so much . ”

He took a seat beside you as he drank a sip of coffee from your cup , before patting your shoulder ,

“ No problem ”

He paused as he nudged his head to the left ,

“ I had to do it since someone’s not happy , go talk to him Y/N ”

You turned your head and your eyes met his strong gaze .

He didn’t give you the smirk he gave everyday .

Despite you giving him a small smile , he did not budge . He kept a straight face as he got up from his seat . He pointed to the door before he left , signalling you to meet him outside - the way you two always did .

“ He looks very pissed . Be careful and call me if you need help alrights ? ” Jaehyun smiled as he pat your head . He took care of you very lovingly despite only being older than you by 5 minutes .

You assured him with a smile before rushing out of the cafeteria , making your way towards the quiet hallway .


His back was facing you and he was leaning on the row of lockers . He tapped his foot impatiently , as he stood there with his arms crossed .

You slowly wrapped your arms around his torso as you laid your head on his shoulder . “ Why are you so angry babe- ”

He brushed your arms off and pushed you lightly against the lockers . You gasped from the sudden impact as you tried to avoid his piercing stare .

“ Babe ? You could have done anything to stop him but you didn’t . ” his angry tone rang through your ears as he traced your jawline with his right hand , the other grasping your wrist tightly .

You tried to escape but his hold tightened . “ I did , i told him to move away but he didn’t . What else could i do Taeyong ? ”

He scoffed at your words and leaned even closer to you , his arms circling your waist .

Once again , you tried to get out of his hold but he pushed you back once more , as he rolled his eyes at your actions .

You hated when he got all aggressive and angry .

“ Well if you’re not happy then why didn’t you do anything . You’re my boyfriend after all , ”

You notice him clenching his fist as the veins on his arms started to become more visible . He took a deep breath before hissing at you , “ We are in a secret relationship Y/N , i can’t make it that obvious ”

You rolled your eyes as your tears threatened to fall . You looked away from him and attempted to push him away .

“ That’s the thing i don’t get , why must we still keep it a secret when we’ve been dating for 8 months now ? ”

He threw his fist against the locker beside you , so strong a dent had already formed . You flinched from his outburst as your tears started falling . You tried running away but he pulled you back .


“ Let me guess , another box of chocolates ? ” your friend teased you as she took a peek into the bag you were holding . You laughed at her words before giving her the bag , “ Yeah , you can have them ”

She jumped excitedly as she took the box of chocolates in her hands , opening it up .

“ Thanks to you and your admirers i get free gifts everyday , how great is that Y/N ” she teased you as she picked up a piece of chocolate .

You shook your head as you flipped through your textbook , trying to understand its contents .

“ But seriously though , almost everyone is after you in this school , are you not going to accept any of them ? ” your friend asked curiously , as she picked up another piece of chocolate .

“ Nah , i’m in college mainly to study and all i want to do is graduate , i have no plans on dating anyone ”

You caught her pouting for awhile before her expression brightened again , “ What about Jaehyun ? Is he planning to date anyone ? ”

You laughed at her question before replying , “ That , i’m not sure . Are you one of those fangirls too ” you squinted your eyes and playfully pointed at her .

She pushed your finger away before denying , “ N-No , i was just curious ”

The both of you turned towards the direction of the commotion . A table was flipped and books were scattered everywhere .

“ Don’t insult me like that , ” the man hissed as he charged forward to attack the other, only to be stopped by your brother who appeared just in time .

Your friend sighed as she whispered softly to you , “ Not Lee Taeyong again , when is he ever not angry honestly ”

Your eyes never once left him and when he caught you staring , his expression softened and he gave up trying to fight back . He pushed Jaehyun away as he wiped his sweat away from his face , before stomping out of the room .

He always had your attention . While every other boy was going crazy over you and showering you with gifts , he never once made the effort to talk to you . All he did was sit and stare at you from afar .

You first heard about him from your brother , as they were pretty close friends and Jaehyun would mention about him from time to time .

Everyone else was pretty much afraid of Taeyong because of his looks and anger . He hardly smiled and his strong gaze could set almost anything on fire .

But you trusted him . You trusted that he was more than just the ’ bad boy ’ and that he had a different personality than everyone else thought . You believed in him .

You wanted to know him better .

Then it happened , one fine night while the both of you were in your dorm , he started hugging you and it was the first time he ever did .

It was also the first time you ever saw him smile so brightly , and that sight made your heart melt as you slowly started falling for him .


“ Both of you are together ? How did ’ i don’t want to date anyone ’ turn to this ? And Taeyong ? Oh my god Y/N are you okay ” your friend stared at you in disbelief .

“ Lower your volume , i’m only going to tell you and Jae . Also , we want to keep it a secret , ” you whispered to her . She sighed before pinching your cheek , “ I’m happy for you , but if he makes you unhapy then he’s going to get it from me . ”


Everytime the both of you were together alone , he became a whole new different person , and you were glad that you were able to make him open up to you .

He smiled more often and he got less involved in fights - all just because of you .

You changed him completely and you loved it . But one thing that kept bothering you was being secretive in the relationship ,

Was he embarrassed of this relationship with you ?

Why couldn’t he just be open about the relationship with others , did he not care about your feelings ?

Yet everytime you asked him about revealing the relationship , he always gave the same answer ,

“ Not yet , ”


His strong grip on your wrist pulled you back and you landed on his firm chest . His arm was around your waist again , as he pushed you against the locker again , this time gentler .

His other hand caressed your cheek as he pushed his lips against yours . Your arms naturally wrapped around his neck , as you struggled to catch your breath in between the kisses .

He bit your lower lip gently before pulling back , his forehead resting on yours . Your eyes met his eyes and the anger that once filled them was now gone .

He gave a small smile before saying out truthfully ,

“ I wanted it to be a secret because i wanted to be happy with you , not the relationship status . I was afraid i’d go back to the old me , starting fights because those boys would probably want to start snatching you away if they knew ,

but now’s the time , i’m not afraid to show you off anymore .”

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Sixty-Four

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

Thor sat watching his younger son interact with his relatively aged cousin, both boys almost mirror images of their fathers. It had been a fortnight since Maebh had said her piece to him, and though it was strained the following day when he had made his way, meekly it must be noted, to his brothers home, the brothers were as allied as ever as they discussed Vanaheim, which would take place in two stages, one of Thor going for a month, and then with Loki going at a later stage.

In truth, Maebh was concerned at his going at all, but with the baby still yet to grow within her for a substantial time, she knew there was no point in concerning herself with something so distant into the future for now. She paced endlessly with restlessness, the illness had finally subsided, but instead, she craved and yearned for all manners of foods day and night, most of which, tended not to be in season, causing her patience to be easily tested, and her temper to be short.

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Jimin Scenario: Shy Hugs.

Request: fluffy jimin scenario when you bring food to him and the members, he’s being touchy; hugging and kissing you while u guys are eating ,but you tried to avoid him,  because you’re so shy infront his members, he thinks you’re ignoring him and he’s a little upset about it but then you explain it and he understands you and thinks you’re cute! 

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

You stared through the tiny windowpane at the door, thank god Big Hit’s practice rooms had these things or else you would have missed the glorious body wave Jimin was pulling off.

The beat of “I Need U” was playing loud, the boys giving their all as always. You were very proud of them, every time they did something they put their heart into it. But of course your heart was biased as your eyes drifted to your boyfriend.

Jimin was so talented, he had improved his dancing a lot and you admired his determination to always try to be the best version of himself that he could be.
The music stopped and you took the chance to enter the practice room. They all turned their heads when the door opened, Jimin’s face instantly lighted up.
-Jagiya!- he said going to you.

You gave him the same bright smile. -Hello Jiminie-

He gasped as if he was offended. -Why Jiminie? call me oppa-

You giggled. -Alright oppa-

-What is that?- he asked after he gave you a peck. You were carrying two bags that made Jimin curious.

-A gift for you guys- you said looking down at the bags that contained the food you had prepared for them.

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Beach House.

Genre: Smutty/comedic/idek?

Warnings: Sexual at the last few parts/ending, very gay 

Summary: Penny, Simon and Baz are all in California. Micah invites them all over to his beach house. Baz is basically in Hell. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Prompt Credit: @fanfixxdotnet​‘s summer headcanon post!

Notes: Possibly a part 2 could be made? Also, this is slightly unedited. I apologise for any mistakes.


I walked slowly over towards one of the ten beach chairs, placing my small carry-on bag down beside it, along with my towel on top. I then placed my novel down on the small table between the two chairs and adjusted the seat to how I wanted it. Laying down, I slid my sunglasses down from my head to rest over my eyes comfortably, grabbing the book and opening it up to where I left off.

I deeply sighed, wondering what the actual fuck I was doing here. I didn’t like the sun very much, and I get sunburnt incredibly easily. It’s a complete pain in the arse, lathering layers of sunscreen on your skin and having it not work in the end. I look like a lobster when I’m sunburnt. It’s humiliating.

I made sure to keep my body in shaded area as much as possible, crossing my legs on the chair so they weren’t in the sun and shielded by the umbrella.

It was quiet for a few moments until Penny, Micah and Simon walked outside in a rather loud clatter. Well, Simon and Penny were loud. Micah was his usual quiet self, watching Penny lovingly as she giggled and laughed with Simon.

As they approached, I simply glanced up from my book subconsciously because of the movement and looked down, but I shot up a little and grabbed the arm of my sunnies, lifting them up to see clearly, my mouth agape.

Simon was topless, which was already torturous enough by itself. But what knocked the breath out of me was that he was in yellow swim shorts that I’d never seen before. They were short. Like, short.

They were above mid-thigh by maybe two or three inches. Come to think of it, I’ve never really seen Simon in shorts.

They were so short, and he looked so good, that I began to fear Micah, a straight male with a girlfriend, would stare at his arse.

Simon didn’t notice me eyeing him, so I quickly slammed my back down onto the chair again, dropped my sunglasses back on and closed my mouth, opening my book and pretending I wasn’t just doing that, whatever it was.

When his head and Penny’s turned in my direction, I pretended to just see them suddenly and be uninterested, going back to my book. Even though I was about to implode; I had to hide it somehow. There was more than one thing I had to hide. (One con of feeding a little too much before going to a pool where Simon was no doubt going to be topless. What was I thinking? I’m screwed).

“Baz, put your novel down for once! Great snakes!” Penny exclaimed as she walked past me, and I rolled my eyes as she and Micah went over to the next two beach chairs. Simon giggled at her picking on me.

“Shut up,” I growled, hoping all the blood in me would just chill out for a second, and, you know, not go straight to my dick and my cheeks. I conveniently rested the book on my lap, covering up my sudden and extremely unwelcome arousal. Simon placed a big cooler down next to his beach chair beside mine.

“Hey,” he grinned at me, and I looked at him and smirked cockily, but he didn’t see me because he had bent down to retrieve something out of the cooler, putting his arse on full display for me. My cocky smirk was wiped straight off my face, and I swear my fangs grew because of how sexually hungry I was for him right now. I looked away, closing my eyes and trying to relax. Deep breaths. 

He stood back up, and this time, with a long pink ice lolly in his hand, accompanied by a cheeky grin.

Slowly turning my head towards the pool, I stared at nothing in particular, only sitting silently and contemplating life with a blank expression.

Is this Hell? God, what have I done to you? I silently prayed for myself. I still turned back to face him. Why? I’m unsure.

He tore the end plastic off with his teeth, taking the bit of litter and reaching over the chair to place it on the table.

Sitting down and laying his legs out on the beach chair, he pushed the ice lolly up out of its plastic slightly and began sucking and licking the end of it.

You cannot be serious, Snow. You oblivious fuck.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, trying to read my book without getting distracted. Really, I was just reading over the exact same paragraph, looking at Simon suck on an ice lolly, and reading the same paragraph again. After a few moments and repeats of that, I dropped the book over my face completely and let out a loud groan.

“Simon,” I dragged out his name, almost moaning it. I couldn’t take it anymore. My cheeks were flushed and I was totally rock hard. I give up.

“Hm?” He hummed, turning to me, his face contorted in confusion and the ice lolly still in his mouth.

I lifted up the book a bit and glared at him through the small gap. He looked at me quizzically, taking the lolly out of his mouth and licking his lips. I closed my eyes and groaned again, letting out a sob in defeat. He was silent, his eyes trailing down to my crotch area. His cheeks flushed, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Do you have..” he whispered, pausing with bright red cheeks, “a-“

“Yes.” I hissed quietly, baring my teeth.

“Oh, why..?” He kept his voice quiet. I face-palmed, dragging my hand down my face in exasperation. Simon was the most oblivious person I’d ever met in my life. How I tolerate him, I don’t know.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said in a hiss, waving my hands around in overwhelming sarcasm, “maybe because you’re topless, or maybe because you’re wearing shorts that are shorter than your hair, or maybe because you’re sucking and licking a long ice lolly like you’re giving it head.”

Simon’s whole face then flushed visibly, and he looked like a tomato. He covered his mouth with his hand and looked down, trying not to let out a laugh. I only grunted and turned away, crossing my arms and trying my best to hide my crotch.

I looked down at my involuntarily aroused ‘friend’, cursing under my breath because I fed too much, like a total idiot. I placed my hands over it and tried to get rid of it, but I had no idea how. I was halted in my actions when I heard Simon move from the beach chair behind me.

My eyes widened when I felt the air get thicker, and I could feel his presence right behind me.

A chill ran straight up my whole body like an electric shock when I felt Simon’s delicate fingers run up my sides, over my shoulders and to the back of my neck. He leaned into my ear, moving my hair away from my nape. I took in a sharp inhale when he pressed his lips right behind my ear, trailing them sloppily down my neck. I subconsciously closed my eyes, tilting my head to the side to give him more access. It was then when he licked a stripe up the sensitive skin, and I audibly hissed when he nipped at the skin, sucking a little, then darting his tongue out to soothe it.

I felt him sit down next to me, and we were both facing opposite ways, so he could run his hand over me, which he did.

His hand brushed over my inner thigh, and even though I was wearing a shirt and swim trunks, I reacted with a strained moan, but I quickly covered my mouth.

It was rare when I was letting myself become vulnerable towards Simon, because I usually dominated over him, and I hated being vulnerable. But he looked too good for me to even comprehend dominating over him. He enjoyed being dominant, because it makes him feel powerful.

I threw my head back, but in the corner of my eye, I saw that his arousal was just as visible as mine. I could tell he was straining not to react to the sounds I was making. I could also tell he was trying to refrain from wanting to reach up and remove my hand from my mouth. To think Micah and Penny were only mere feet from us. Honestly, they were probably doing the same thing.

I decided to have some slight fun, beneficial for me, not so much for him.

I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand to palm over my swim trunks, then let out a louder moan, muffling it into my hand. I heard Simon audibly swallow and sigh, clearing his throat a little bit to try and stay in control. I smirked into my hand, looking at him devilishly from the corner of my eye.

I lowly laughed, and Simon knew he couldn’t pull through for much longer before he gave in. Even after all this, I’m still dominant, and he enjoys being submissive.