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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongin (Kai)

Rating: 18+ (description of plane crash, explicit sex)

Word Count: 7,950

Summary: A plane crash leaves you stranded, somewhere deep in the Pacific Ocean. Your only company is Kim Jongin - though whether this is better than being alone, you still haven’t decided.

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Butterflies in my tummy





Roman swallowed thickly, his legs trembling a bit. A took three deep breaths and closed his eyes, the hands tight around the flowers.

As soon as he opened his eyes again, after sinking down, he felt the heaviness in his eyes. He blinked his eyes open, biting his bottom lip, his breath shaking again. That room still gave him the creeps.

“Of course it does Roman, you’ve been here what? Two times?” he asked to himself, sighing and shaking his head. “Focus. Focus” he looked around again and froze, seeing the other trait in the kitchen, making something. Probably hot chocolate.

Thankful for being wearing his socks, he walked to the kitchen slowly, his body trembling as he approached the dark figure. He held back a groan as he pushed his hair away from his face. This whole ‘being anxious’ thing was too annoying for his liking. He approached the trait slowly, moving the hand with the flowers to his back and the other over his shoulder, touching him.

That… earned a jump and two wide eyes turning to him, before he relaxed.

“Roman, for god’s sake, why did you come here so… quietly?” Virgil asked, putting his mug down and turning around. He furrowed his eyebrows, lifting his hand and pushing Roman’s fringe off his face. “You guys get ruined when you come down here, seriously” he chuckled and Roman smiled a bit, shrugging.

“Make up is nice sometimes” he said and fixed his back, cleaning his throat. “I… um… I came here because… well… You know, after our little fall out the otrher day…”

“Roman” he said, and he looked at Virgil, who was smiling softly. “Don’t sweat it. I forgave you guys and you guys forgave me. It’s all settled now yeah?”

“Yeah…” he mumbled and bit his lip as Virgil turned away to grab his mug and turned around again. “Still An… Virgil” he tried, and he looked up again. “I still feel sorry. I was the last to accept you… at least to myself” he chuckled and looked down before he sighed. “Just… here” he pulled the flowers from his back, handing the black roses to Virgil. “I thought they would… give a little life to the place”

“Oh…” he mumbled and slowly the flowers were taken away from Roman’s hand. “I’ll find a vase for it, wait a second” he said, rushing around and grabbing a big glass, filling it with water and putting the flowers in before returning, smiling. “Thank you Roman. That was really nice of you”

“Maybe I’m learning with Patton” he chuckled quietly and looked at the other trait, tilting his head. “But can I… Can I do something else?”

“What?” Virgil asked, eyes narrowing. Roman chuckled and shrugged.

“Close your eyes”

“Your eye shadow is getting darker, why are you anxious?”

“Just close your eyes if you trust me”

Virgil narrowed his eyes before slowly closing them, a frown on his face. Roman’s heart fluttered at the act of trust and he took a deep breath, leaning close, a bit down, tilting his head and closing his eyes.

Their lips touched, and he expected a slap on his face.

Nothing came.

He pulled away, eyes fluttering open, and Virgil was there, his eyes still closed, lips slightly parted, makeup almost gone. He opened his eyes slowly, eyes shining, looking at Roman and making him gasp quietly. He was so beautiful…

“Roman…” he breathed out, lifting one hand to his lips, and Roman chuckled nervously, his body squirmy and weird, insecure.

“I kind of discovered… that all the hatred I felt was actually… me denying myself” he mumbled and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry for giving you so much problem… All these months, and now even”

“Roman?” he asked, and Roman looked at him. “Close your mouth”

“D-did I”

“Shut it” Virgil groaned and grabbed his face, kissing him again and making Roman close his eyes and melt against the trait, holding his waist and pulling him close, just as Virgil slid his arms around his neck, pulling him down and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and tangling his fingers on Roman’s hair.

It wasn’t fireworks.

But there were definitely some butterflies in his stomach.

Blindfolded, Bound and Gagged (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: Dylan teaches you a lesson


Warnings: there’s a lot of things I should flag lmao…bondage, blindfolds, gags, overstimulation, vibrators, BDSM, orgasm denial, dirty talk, sir kink, dom!Dyl. Long story short, THIS IS ABSOLUTE FILTH. 

A/N: You’re lying if you say this isn’t your wet dream.

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Everything was on fire.

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colorfuldare said:I love the Magisterium series. Could you release any type of clips or information??? Thanks ❤️

yoursmile-myghost said:Hi Cassie! I just wanted to ask how things are going with The Silver Mask. I’m so excited for it to come out!!

Things are great! Silver Mask is coming October 10th and Holly and I are geared up and excited. A snippet:

That night, though, Call didn’t dream, and when he woke up, there was a guard outside his cell, holding his tray of breakfast.
“You’ve got another visitor,” the guard said, looking at Call sideways. He was pretty sure all the guards were still waiting for him to slay them with that charisma.
Call sat up. “Who is it?”
The guard shrugged. “Some student from your school.”
Call’s heart began to pound. It was Tamara. It had to be Tamara. Who else would visit him?
He barely noticed the guard sliding the breakfast tray through the narrow opening at the bottom of the door. He was too busy sitting up straight and running his fingers through his tangled hair, trying to calm it and figure out what to say to Tamara when she came in.
Hey, how are you doing, sorry I let our best friend get killed …
The door opened and his visitor came through, walking between two guards. It was a Magisterium student — that was true.
But it wasn’t Tamara…

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Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!

I was lucky number 02149 to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take [kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their beautiful glowy glory.

Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you, in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures. 

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Pale Green Paci

Pairing: Danisnotonfire & AmazingPhil (Phan)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, [No Smut], Little!Space

Word Count: 2200

Summary: Dan has a secret pacifier. And it’s not weird because he only uses it when he reaaally has to.

Author Note: This was the original draft version of ‘Sunday Night Sippy Cups’ before I scrapped it and wrote what you now know as SNSC^. Due to popular demand, I uploaded this very short draft idea (so unpolished) that inspired the SNSC series. 

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Jerome x reader smut
Word Count: 3501 
Warnings: masturbation, oral, sex, language, breath play, areas of dub/non con for touching, reader is definitely a murderer, threats galore.

I’m hungry for a fix. I’m hungry for the pace of the thrill and chase.

Your first night in Arkham. Still confused, still on edge at the idea of being surrounded by murderers. It’s his hands drifting over the skin of your ankles pulls you from sleep. A scream starts to build in your throat at the sight of him standing above you, but before you can even open your mouth, Jerome is chuckling.

“Whatever noise you make, nobody will come.” You stare at him, your heart pounding to the extent that you think your chest is moving with the force. It takes him a second to register your alarm. Jerome hits his forehead, chiding himself, before returning his gaze to you. “Wait. That made me sound crazy, didn’t it? Scratch that. I mean the guards don’t care about screaming murderers. It doesn’t matter either way. If anybody here is going to hurt you, it’s not me.”  

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