#im mostly just bitter because why cant everything i make just be perfect

[safetycar-restart]

LMAO i was NOT feeling well yesterday was i what with casually suggesting i enjoy cannibalism through ?? lemon 🍋 PASTIES ?? whatever that is, but apparently they’re sad in the middle idk fhydvjiytgjkfdgj (my best guess is i was thinking 'bitter' but got confused bc lemons are sour......maybe.....and evidently decided to discard the metaphor midway) (in my defence i spent 4 hours hunched over polishing pretty rings and will probably sneeze silver for a week now)

Offtop oversharing aside, i have seen the post you reblogged for me (which in itself is 🥺🥺🥺 for me ??? like obviously not only just for me but. for me??) and HELLO YES IM GONNA SCREAM WHAT ELSE DID YOU EXPECT ?? imagine seb being so soft and pretty for you and resting his chin on your lap and looking at you with the happiest puppy eyes in the world bc hes so happy to be your good boy, all while kneeling next to you on the floor

ALSO a bit of a tangent but it got me thinking about him sitting in your lap and just. Enjoying it so much. Feeling tiny and safe and cared for, practically like hes in a nest, and hed also try to curl in on himself as much as he can so that he can fit his head under your chin (his curls are gonna tickle, but its mostly fine if he doesnt move around too much) and just hide in your arms from the whole world, safe and sound

Anyway, let me drop in this humble offering while i go write that long task i was mulling over ever since you reblogged that seb+praise gifset (which is a. my favourite gifset and b. i notice everything 👁👁💜)

Love,

Lemon

YES!! I fucking love lemon so much this is perfect. Firstly, I do think you suggested some mild cannibalism but it's okay, we don't judge here.

As for the seb thoughts, this ask is in response to a picture I reblogged of a pretty blond sub kneeling with a collar and leash which of course caused lemon to go insane.

But yes I love these thoughts!!!

Maybe, you actually asked seb to kneel for you? And like, you expect him to kneel with his back to you, as he usually does.

But this time, he just feels so nice and safe and he really wants to keep on looking at you cause you're the one who makes him feel so nice and safe! He can't be blamed for that, he just wants to look at you!!

So when he gets down on his knees, he turns to face you and rests his chin on your knee, looking up at you with a small smile on his face.

Of course you don't berate him for that, if he wants to look up at you while he's kneeling, then he's more than welcome to.

Maybe you play with his hair? And then let your hand slip lower until he can suckle on your fingers? Then he's just as happy as can be.

And on your lap!! Yes!!

You don't like to let him kneel for too long, because you can't risk hurting his knees.

But when you ask him to get up, he starts whining and even looks a little teary eyed. Because he just feels so good right now and he isnt ready for that to end. He wants to stay right where he is.

When you realise why he's getting distressed, you say, "I'm sorry darling, but we cant have you hurting your knees from kneeling for too long. But, why don't you get up here and come sit on my lap?"

He gets up then, because the idea of sitting on your lap is enticing enough to get him to stop kneeling.

And then he's so happy!!!

He feels so safe like that, curled up in your lap. He can hide form the world there. And then you grab a blanket and wrap it around his shoulders and it's even BETTER then.

You know have lapdog for a sub.

#sub!sebastian #sv #gn!reader #🍋

[theraddestcowboy]

ive had this song stuck in my head for like a week and i felt like it suited whatever is going on here, and im mad because i know exactly how i couldve made this look a lot better but i need to spend my energy on things that arent random shit

anyways i forgot to make this with posting it to tumblr in mind again so it looks a lot better if you actually click on it

#as mad as im acting i did actually have a lot of fun with this #im mostly just bitter because why cant everything i make just be perfect #what kind of prank is this #ALSO im done spamming sims related drawings oops #i do kinda wanna keep maricela around because shes actually really cool

[night-rhea]

MC House Challenge! ❤️💛💙💚

This is  @kyril-hphm​ ‘s amazing idea!  I wanted to do it daays days ago but... Some shit happens everyday right? And ı also wanted to try different style to draw hairs, ım sure one day ım gonna figure it out. (ı realized ı made their eyes color wrong...damn.)

So here ı am with my girls!

İts turn out a bit long, so ım putting this button here. İf you want to know girls better, just click it!

Gryffindor Night ❤️

She is LOUD. You think Slytherin Night is loud enough? Just wait to hear this Gryffindor's voice. Bill use her in the mornings when a few Gryffindor couldn’t wake up in the time. Also need a silent moment in the common room? Just ask her, ım pretty sure even Ravenclaw Tower can hear her "Shut the fuck up!"

Also yes, this Night is not shy about swearing. But she is mostly creating absurd swear sentences. "For the fuck sake Merula, ı dont give a fuck about your fucking power GO AWAY AND FUCK SOMEBODY ELSES EAR WİTH ALL YOUR SHİT" As you can guess, she is bff with Merula.

İf you cant hear her voice, there is 2 possible place she can be. Quidditch Pitch and detention.

She is playing as a Chaser and this is the one of the only way to shut her up. Like Rath, she let her skills speak for her.  Even its just a practise, Night is always so focussed in game, sometimes her looks scaring Charlie away. She really loves Quidditch, this adrenaline. Oh and she loves the victory of course. That makes her second Skye. Poor poor Orion..

For the detention part, she is in there more than she is in  her own dorm room. Unlike Slytherin Night, she is a fan of Tonks and Tulip's pranks and loves to mess with grumpy Filch. Also detention is not that bad. With Jae here, there is always a way to have fun. Charlie always says that one day Night and Jae's closeness will blow their towers up. Everyone is just waiting for this day. Even McG.

Lets talk about her relationship with Jacob. They were really close when they are little. Because of their last name's bad popularity (ım planning to explain this later), they didnt have any friend other than each other. When Jacob left home, she lost not just her brother but also her best friend too. (Lucky for her, in Hogwarts there will be Rowan)

She dyed her hair red right before coming Hogwarts. To show everyone how she is gonna be Gryffindor just like her brother. Also while everyone talking shit about Jacob, Night refused to believe her precious brother can do something bad like that.

giggles Wanna gossip about her? Like her best friend ,she has a big fat crush on Bill. You should see how she blush when Bill compliment her. She cant help it he is "too fucking cool"!

Night and Rowan spend so many nights to talking and fangirling about him. But after realizing that he see her as a sibling,  not a lover, she was a little heartbroken and tried to date some other guys who is like him. She ended up single of course, because no one can be perfect like him.

İf you want chaos, Gryffindor Night is your girl!

Hufflepuff Night 💛

My favorite thing about this Night is her smile. İts so warm and full of love..I should admit she is the purest Night but she is too good for her own. This is the why she is entire Hufflepuff's little sister. Especially Diego's. But nor she or me can decide that he fancy her or just love her as a little sister. you know, because its Diego...

Not so suprisingly ,She loves to take care of her friends, just like Orj Night, but this girl is doing it more serious. She is the mom friend of their group. She is gonna make sure you eat all your meal and drink enough water. And if you didnt, well you need to deal with her.  Also Night will remind you to take right books for your class if you two have same class. "Did you study for todays quiz? Oh why didnt you?! Come on ı can tutor you! We only got 11 minutes but nevermind that!" Dont worry she got you. Aand One more thing, she has best shoulder to cry. Im not kidding, she will hug you until you feel better and ı can guarentee you that her kind hug and angelic voice will help you calm down.

İn the other hand, Huff Night is not good at handling her own bad emotions. Her anxiety level is a little higher than other Night's.

She is not a "so different" person. İts her words not mine. Being Rhea makes her a little bit special of course but not in the good way. She is just average girl with a unlucky family, thats all. She loves her loved ones more than she loves herself, and always wish that she can be powerfull just to protect them. But sadly she dont believe she can, she is not like Merula. Not that brave or confident . Or Tonks. Not that talented. Or Penny. Not that pretty and popüler. Aah ah, this pure girl has a lot in her mind(or should ı say her heart?) but so shy to talk about them. Damn girl, go and talk about this to Rowan (While you still can...Can you imagine how she break after she cant save her best friend..?)

Enough, İts time to tell you happy thing about her life!   She was very suprised and happy (but mostly suprised) when Merula ask Night to be her date. They started to date in fourth year. (Everyone thanked Night for making Merula more calm and tolerable. Night said that Merula dont need to be tolerated)  Well they have their up and downs of course. Before Rakepick betray them, fifth year was pretty good (Night cried for her girlfriend when she learn about Merula's parent) but unfortunate thing  that  happened in buried vault, made their hearts to apart. Night still love her deeply and wishes  she was powerfull enough to save her from Rakepick so they would still next to each other now.(I know ı said "happy thing". Thats why ı wont tell you that after Rowan's death Night thinks maybe its best if Merula far from her. No ı wont tell you that)

But dont worry about her! She is gonna smile no matter what because her smile can make someone else smile too! İf you love tea and cookie, please let her know your favorite cookie. Her mom sending her delicious Turkish tea and she will be happy to share with you!

Ravenclaw Night 💙

After Slytherin Night, Ravenclaw Night is my second favorite. I really love her general mood.

As you can see, she is the only Prefect Night. And there is simple reason for that, she is perfectionist. She didnt became Prefect because she wants to help others, she became one to make sure everything is right. All other Night helped their Rowan to be Prefect but Ravenclaw Night dont believe that other Ravenclaw's will listen Rowan. She herself is more suited, just like Chester. (She really respect Chester) But dont get me wrong, Night dont underestimated Rowan. She just believe Prefect should be more serious and Rowan's heart is so pure for that.

And unlike Hufflepuff Night, this girl have a lot faith in herself. When Night is doing something, she knows it will be perfect because she wont stop untill its perfect.  

I should warn you about her, she loves to complain. "Damn ı have to do all work. Why cant you do anything  right on your own? İt was easy, even for you. Go and do something else ım gonna finish this one. No stop wait dont do anything. Just. Go."

Just like this,she can easily tell "rude" words. Even if she didnt trying to be rude.  She is just saying whats true! İts not her fault that truth is more bitter than lies. And sorry but truth has to be told. Even if someones heart can get hurt. Lies can make everything worse than a little heartbreak. İts like a poison that tastes good and late effecting. They should thank her for not poisoning them.

Her friends? She dont have a lot. Because of her rude attitude, a lot of people dont get near her often. Fine by her. She dont want "extras" anyways. Her little group of friends is enough for her. Also she have Rowan, right? Rowan is her true soulmate. This two girls can spent hours in library and this is their favorite hang out. Honestly all Night need is Rowan and some book, she can live without any other people, thanks. But she can admit Talbott and Badea are pretty good too. Especially Talbott. He is her second best friend, if she has to give it a number. (This two became friends a little too fast. They have so many similarities. Biggest one is "Fuck Peoples" motto. They even have a ugly t-shirt that saying that. Andre died when he saw it for the first time.)

I think her mom Selina is responsible for Night's reckless behaviour. She was already angry to Jacob for leaving her behind and being ignored by her only parent makes her..ıdk, like that? She tried so hard to make Selina to notice her daughter is still with her.Tried to make her portrait with her pastel pencils, tried to brush her long hair and dressed like a princess, tried to write " I love you" in her mirror.  But little Night's little heart couldnt understand that pain of losing her son (just like how she lose her husband.) When she came to Hogwarts, she give up about her mom." İf a mother dont need to worry about her own child, then ı dont need to worry about anyone else too." But of course, she is not that heartless like she likes to think.

I think you can imagine that other students calls her names. Like "freak" or "selfish" or "egoist". She mostly just ignore them (because she dont believe they are worth to explain why she is not these name) and pretend like nothing had happened, Talbott and Rowan know she actually care and wants to be more "good". More "likeable". She is just making everyone uncomfortable when she walks in and she know it. But there is nothing she can do. İts in her blood. She is just like her mother.

I feel like ı talk too much about bad thing. İts time to tell moments when Ravenclaw Night smile. She dont have a normally smiley face but of course she smile. And you know what? İts mostly because of her boyfriend. This girl has a big soft spot for Barnaby. She literally melt every time he talk. İn the beggining she thinks he is just some stupid Slytherin and not worth lose any time but after being friends (which is a miracle) she can punch you in the face if you call him stupid. (Dont test about how hard she can punch.)

How the heck this boys heart can be this beautiful? Like, boy your parents nothing but shit to you how did you turn into biggest and cutest puppy in the world? And again, how did he love her? I mean, look at Night and look at Barnaby. They are so different and he can be with literally every witch in schooli and yet he is with Night. She dont know what she did to be this lucky but she is not planning to let him go. Just watch her.

(And ı dont know if she will notice you if you dont talk with her. She will talk with you politely at first, dont worry. Just try to not say something about her being bad prefect or something bad about her friends or boyfriend, you will be fine.)

Slytherin Night 💚

It's finally Original Night's turn to shine. How about starting with why she is most masculine looking Night?

İt was because of Selina. After Jacob left, he was the only thing Selina talk about. She talked about how she misses him playing violin, his eyes that he took from her husband, his gentle voice. Unlike Ravenclaw Night, this didnt make our Night angry. İt made her jealous. She decided that if she wants to make her mom happy, she should remind her Jacob. Maybe if she can do this, her mom would miss him less and smile more to Night. So she asked Selina to cut her hair like Jacob's.

While she growing, she tried to act like Jacob. She learned violin, wore his old clothes. She even answered when Selina called her "Jacob". And it worked. Selina started to smile more, started to talking with her more, even she cook  special meals sometimes. Menu was always full with Jacob's favorites but it doesnt matter to Night. Her mom did it for her!

İn Hogwarts, she learned that she is nothing like Jacob. Hello,  dissappointment. She was too loud, too energetic, too friendly. She learned that she can't be Jacob for her mom. At first, it  freaked her out.

Thats why she didnt want to go Celestial Ball. Didnt want to wear dress and made her hair longer. (She did want. She just didnt let herself.) And when Andre and Rowan keep asking about,, Night finally tell them everything. You know what happened? Her two angel friends talked about hours how they love her in the way she is, how she dont need to be Jacob because its her own life and she deserved to be happy.

After a lot of hugs and crying, Night wore the dress that match her name, kept her hair short.

I made this too longer ı guess ( ı was planning not to tell about Slytherin Night...) but ı always wanted to explain why ı love her. İm proud of that she can make her peace with herself. Selina is still problem for her, and still will be problem in the future too but right now Night is free from the cage she made it herself. Of course sometimes her anxiety hit her and made her feel like she is all wrong but its not a something a few late night flying cant solve.

Am ı gonna make it longer because ı wanna talk about Night and Talbott relationship? No, there will be another time for that.

She is always open for more friends. Wanna play quidditch or make/ listen music or drink tea or cook something? Night will be happy to join you in literally everything.

#night rhea #hphm #hphm mc #hogwarts mystery #mc house challenge #Jacobs sibling

[the-sanders-sides]

inidan american (desi) logan

a sequel to this post because people asked for more and i decided that they shall receive (and also i love writing these)

fair warning, logans a bitter kid, and this isnt as positive and happy as romans post. ive experienced two different ways of being desi, one where i lived in fully asian and indian community and didnt even think id ever feel alone, and another where i moved to a place where i havent met another desi in like 7 years of living here in a 3 hour driving radius. in romans post i played into my first experience and how at home i felt. in the second experience, the one im in right now, i am much more bitter about who i am and not really knowing anyone who gets it anymore. so i play into that A LOT in this. so keep that in mind. (and he will get happier in a future part. m planning on making this into a series)

ok so first off. his name is logan sanders. people (mostly other indians) dont believe him when he tells them. he tells them they dont know indian history. they say they do. he tells them that the british fucked around (quite literally) in india for four centuries so of course english names would stick with that precise wording

sometimes when he’s annoyed enough and doesnt want to explain this for the millionth he defends himself with this russel peters skit (watch it, it’s hilarious) because it describes his family. to a T. 

he grew up in a community with not very many asians, and knew no indians outside his family so he felt a sort of disconnect to his culture

while his grandparents and parents would teach him about indian culture, he felt so distant from it since he knew no one outside his family who was indian, and since he didnt have any siblings or any nearby cousins to hang around with

he had visited india once but he was too young to remember it properly or too remember his cousins

the closest mandir was an hour away so that also limited the amount of indian kids/people he knew

he barely knew hindi because everyone in his family spoke english, especially in public

he felt guilty over the disconnect he felt and would always try to bridge it but would never accomplish this because it he kept losing passion since he rarely saw other people like him in the real world and in the media and he didnt see the point of trying

this all changed in eight grade when he moved next door to the Kumar family in a north indian street of some south asian blocks in an asian community

when his family first moved, the Kumar family invited the Sanders over to welcome them

it turns out the Kumar’s had a son who was the same age as logan

“hi logan! im rohan kumar! but i like going by roman instead of rohan!” 

this introduction pissed logan off 

he was seething because why would this kid who got to have an indian first AND last name change his name to an english one! why didnt he see the value of his name!

he knew right away that such a difference meant they could never be friends 

“im logan sanders, but thats all youll get to know about me because i see no use associating myself with someone as... well, ignorant, as you”

roman decides to whip out one of the swears his cousins taught him and whisper shouts “who are you calling ignorant, bhenchod?” 

 it became clear to him that this was new turf, and people on this new turf must be speaking hindi. and that he was the ignorant one if he couldnt talk in hindi. he made a vow to learn it as fast as he could to make sure this roman kid wasnt better than him

but, logan grits his teeth and says “you, and i know it must be true because you were too dumb to understand me the first time”

this evidently struck a sore spot in roman because he didnt fight back but just stalked away. logan smiled slightly, happy to have won that argument

logan asks his grandpa to teach him hindi and his grandpa gets super excited

they start lessons immediately and despite barely hearing it growing up, it’s as if his brain was made for this because he picks the language up amazingly fast and in a months time, while not able to speak back yet, he can understand most casual conversation

his first diwali in basically little india is the most magical thing ever

diwali at his old home was very quiet because there wasnt anyone around to celebrate with

everyone is so happy in this new home however. everyone is dressed up and all the houses are lit up and there are diyas everywhere and he doesnt want to admit it but the kumar’s have the best rangoli on the street and it’s because of roman and he knows roman did it because sometimes he’d stare out of his bedroom window while doing homework and have a perfect view of roman delicately working on it for two weeks

(the kumar’s front porch had been covered with tarp waiting for diwali to make sure romans precious rangoli wasnt stepped on or ruined. when it’s finally let up, everywhere where there could be art, there is. it’s insane how good at colors roman is, logan thinks)

diwali morning: 

he fights his parents because he doesnt want to miss school for diwali because americans dont have a day off for it. his parents set the clocks in the house ahead to make him think he overslept so he would skip school. (logan didnt know that his parents had submitted an excused absence form for religious reasons and that the school was very understanding. he thought it would be like his old school where he wouldnteven bother trying since he wasnt christain and the school was lkinda discriminatory)

they spend the morning in mandir and it’s nice. for once he doesnt feel different from his peers because he goes to mandir and not church or synagogue. he feels at home.

diwali afternoon:

the afternoon is spent with frantic cleaning and cooking and digging around for the diya’s that were still in boxes, packed away from when they moved

logan offered to find them all to continue with a diya science experiment he started two years prior. his theory was that the diya’s were multiplying and there were more each year despite no one buying anymore

this held true, because even though he could only find half of their diya collection, it was somehow more than the entire diya collection of two years prior. 

diwali evening:

theres a big potluck and everyone in the neighborhood is out talking to each other, looking at the decorations at everyones houses, eating samosas, and playing with sparklers. 

logan feels content

he makes a new resolve to learn more about hinduism. if this is what ti was supposed to be, then he never wanted to be away from hinduism. 

he looked at the metaphors and symbolism in everything and finally understood what his dad meant he told logan that hinduism is just science written in poetry and that string theory is written in the ancient texts

middle school in this new town is so much better than middle school in his old home. why?

a. doesnt get bullied for being a nerd

b. doesnt get called gay slurs 

c. the classes are harder 

d. much less racism

e. all of the above

soon enough, logans asking his grandpa to teach him how to cook Indian food

Logan spends the day burning dosas and making lopsided rotis

(eventually he gets the hang of it, and a he'll be cooking food for an infuriating Indian boy ;) ;) psst it's roman)

Speaking of boys

Coming out isn't an option for logan

He knows that his parents arent really religious enough to really look into hinduism and see that no, gays are not bad

But they are traditional and conservative enough to be homophobic

not homophobic as in spewing hate with the westboro baptist church at a pride parade

But homophobic as in "the gays are fine as long as they don't do it in front of me" kinda thing

So Logan stays quiet

the closet kinda sucks but i mean what can he do

it’s safer inside, and he as illogical as wishing is, he wishes that people would use their brains and realize there’s nothing wrong with gay

anyway

in school logan makes his first desi friend, who was dubbed as anxiety years ago and cant seem to get rid of the nickname and now has a whole complex about his name so logan doesnt know his name

logan and anxiety meet in the school library: logan studying and anxiety hiding

people dont like anxiety

especially non-indian kids

surprise surprise it’s an old buddy called racism, but anxiety’s story is for another time

(but even though no one really likes anxiety, whenever racist shit goes down, it has to go through roman)

so logan and anxiety become fast friends

and they make fun of roman (a+ bonding)

logan claims that roman is a hypocrite for changing his name to an english one while being so immersed in indian culture

anxiety doesnt dispute this, but says he has a past with roman

a past that involved getting stuck with the name anxiety

again, another story for another time

one day, when logan and anxiety are eating lunch they see roman destroy some homophobes who throw around the word f*g and keep calling caitlyn jenner, bruce jenner

logans chest surges

he’s all like “what?? emotions?? pride at roman?? is he better than me for being so open and standing up for what he believes in??”

gay panic basically

but logan masked it well and pushed it away

the next day roman comes to school with a pride patch on his jean jacket

logan feels like he cant breathe

logan is supremely jealous of roman.

he can be gay in peace

he can pretend not to be indian in a way that benefits him

and he’s not affected by stereotypes in the same way?? like what does this kid not have

and by stereotypes i mean

roman is the complete opposite of all indian and desi stereotypes: loud, flamboyant, theatrical

logan’s personality is exactly how the stereotypes are. he’s nerdy and likes science and math and it seems like he cant escape the stereotypes. they follow him. and he feels guilty that he likes science and math and is nerdy. 

as illogical as it is, he wishes he was different from how he is

but logan later learns that there are more than just his perspective on being desi and that every desi kid growing up faces challenges about it that are different than his, causing them to experience being desi differently

and logan will accept that, in another story at another time

for now, he’s just bitter. and as illogical as it is, he wishes the world was better

and now, i shall tag some people who asked to be tagged and some other desi’s who loved this because i feel like you guys might appreciate this too. also i love u. desi famders squad up.

@sssixeyedrunt @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @caterpiller-tea @xxxbladeangelxxx @snufflesthegrim227 @cloudchaser7 @thelowlysatsuma 

#logan sanders #logince #virgil sanders #roman sanders #desi #desi headcanons #sanders sides #mine #please love this #r #l #v

[barrylightningaddictallen]

So tonight’s mood is feeling super aggressively bitter mainly at sb shippers but also uh at anyone who doesnt think westallen is good/they aren’t perfect for each other and this is one of few things i can actually identify the source of why i like it so yeah this isa happen

Also fair warning: while this post is primarily about my love for westallen it also goes into things people dislike about them. Mainly why those people are wrong for disliking westallen for those reasons

Also theres hardly a chance im gonna cover everything i, personally, need to cover, and there are probably points that im not even aware of, so feel free to add on

They just have so much faith in each other. They trust in each other and they LISTEN to each other. While they do work to protect one another, they’re also willing to trust that the other can handle a situation even when they cant share it fully

This is something that makes their relationships so special, and probably why its one of my favorites. They trust each other.

And ive seen people hate on them for that trust, which is shocking because that level of trust and faith is what proper and real relationships are built on

People will hate on barry for listening to the love of his life, for trusting her, in the episode with killgore when iris suggested that he throw a lightning bolt at himself. And yes, the actual scientists all said that was a bad idea, and yet barry trusted iris, he listened to her. But beebo forbid a man ever listens to a woman.

The trust barry had in iris in that scene alone shows one of my favorite qualities in ships, especially hetships, and while i might already sound like a broken record, but that is trust! And communication! But noo see they have an actual relationship and somehow they “aren’t right for each other”

Earlier i heard people hate on iris for “forcing barry to go to therapy.” She never “forced” barry to do anything. Id like to bring you back to “he listened to the woman he loves and yet somehow the fandom has chosen them having a proper and right relationship as a subject of hate”

But heres the thing

Barry chose to go to therapy of his own free will. He realized she was right, that at that moment they weren’t what they once were. Thats not to say they didnt still love each other, but more that he realized that he wasn’t listening. And, now get this, BARRY. WANTED. to FIX THAT!

They both WANTED to have a working relationship. You know. With listening. And talking. But mostly listening. ESPECIALLY when they were speaking.

Now ive also seen a lot of hate about the “we are the flash,” which uh really bothers me

Especially because it’s primarily directed at iris

Despite the fact that she got it from barry

Yes technically she said the words first, but if you think that didnt come from hearing just about every time she questioned herself and role on the team “i wouldnt be the flash without you,” well that is one of very few times your “opinion” isnt a: contradicting actual canon b: an actual incorrect fact and c: and actual opinion

And barry actually agreed with her. Thats missed on alot of people.

Regardless, ive always loved that scene, because it really did show the connection between the two. That theyre not complete without the other.

Theyve been around eachother for their entire lives, theyre each others rocks.

Those are my current thoughts, i have others but i cant think of them at the moment feel free to add on

#my posts #arrowverse #the flash #barry allen #iris westallen #iris west #westallen #anti snowbarry #uh anti people who hate westallen #hi why is finding a gif of team leader iris so hard #i was gonna go into that some more but i was already barely keeping thoughts together #please add more #im still really shocked that people dont love them... #like theirs is an actual relationship. a real one. and people give them such hate for having a true relationship

[chickenkooks]

black magic [m]

credit: x.

❛❛im one of the brightest witches at this prestigious magic academy and ur a human who somehow got admitted and everyone knows u dont ACTUALLY have magic but cant prove it so they hate u for it but i actually like you??? and have a crush on u??????? our paths have just never crossed until ur class blew up n somehow we became class partners and-- hold on what do you mean we fucked up this spell so we wanna fuck each other’s brains out??❜❜ AU

COUNT → 18.430

GENRE → smut 

PAIRING → taehyung | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | mild cum play | explicit language | female masturbation (male if you squint) | oral sex | penetration | graphic dirty talk

NOTE → this was requested and inspired by @blueagust!!!!!! the idea went thru several stages and yelling over kkt but this is the final product :-D im sorry mom

You hated everyone at this fucking academy.

It wasn’t just that they always smelled like unicorn turds—and that wasn't a compliment because unicorns had the nastiest smelling shit in the entire universe—but they were so arrogant and had this fucking superiority complex when it came to humans. You were sure if they actually lived with them and in human society instead of hidden away at some prestigious academy they wouldn’t pull this bullshit in the first place, but they still despised them.

Or maybe it was just one human they despised in particular.

"What’s that he’s eating?”

“It’s a sandwich.”

Your classmate sitting beside you on the dock hummed to himself, mumbling something under his breath about how he’s at a magic academy and shouldn’t be eating a fucking sandwich, but you ignored him. Taehyung wasn’t like everyone else. For one, he was a human—the only human at your school; everyone knew that and hated him for it, mostly because no one could actually prove it. The biggest mystery was how he even got admitted in the first place. Your academy wasn’t exactly visible on a human map—or any map for that matter. Though, it was hard to explain where exactly your school even was. It was almost like it was in purgatory—like a cross between two different planes—so it really wasn’t anywhere. It was nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

“I just don’t get it,” he continued, acting as if he was just innocently questioning Taehyung’s taste in food.

“Jimin,” you huffed out, your old weather-casting spellbook closing with a slam, coughing loudly as dust flew in your face. “It’s just a sandwich. Why does it matter to you what he eats anyway?”

He mumbled something under his breath—presumably sarcastic—and you rolled your eyes. As he continued to go on and on about how sandwiches were lame and dumb and not the wizarding way, the unheard whispers of your incantations went unheard as you attempted to freeze over the pond under your feet by memorization. The water in the shallow pond iced over then, seemingly encasing the fish swimming below—but not enough to be correct.

Leaning over the wooden dock, you groaned at the sight of fish coated only in thin layers of ice as the water thawed instead of completely encasing them entirely like your spell was supposed to. You had to make sure it worked perfectly, along with all the other weather casting incantations, in order to pass the final—and at least by the time the sun set in a few hours, which was proving to be impossible with fucking Jimin running his flapping lips. He'd been insulting Taehyung for the past twenty minutes and breaking your focus, causing each cast of your spell to be weaker than the last from your fingertips. And it wasn’t even because you had this big crush on Taehyung that you were so protective of him but he just didn’t deserve it—no one deserved to hear what all your shitty classmates said about him. Taehyung kept to himself for the most part and never bothered anyone else, but everyone avoided him like the plague—just because he didn’t have magic and just because he was a human.

Like you said, you hated everyone at this fucking academy.

You glanced around, looking for your familiar so that you could just go back to your dormitory and practice your spell casting there instead. Your academy was very accommodating for familiars in the first place since it was required to have one by the end of your first year. It wasn’t uncommon to see a lone bat roaming the halls or never even being with their master; a familiar wasn’t a pet, after all, but a magical partner. And sometimes, it seemed like your familiar was the master and you were the familiar—but you didn’t really mind that much.

Jimin moved on to Taehyung's lack of developed taste buds then—he hadn't taken advantage of Food and Culture 101 to your knowledge, which provided a potion at the beginning of the semester to alter your taste buds—even though you made it pretty clear you weren’t listening. He had something against Taehyung for whatever reason, more than any of your other friends—if you could even call him your friend. You knew he had a crush on you or something but you brushed it off because you weren’t interested in him and never would be. In fact, you weren’t fucking interested in any of them. If they had to knock Taehyung down to impress you, you didn't want a single thing to do with them. And anyway, Taehyung had already ruined your taste in men forever.

But even if you grew old with nothing but your good-for-nothing familiar to keep you company while Taehyung was happily married to some girl, you wouldn’t be bitter and would be happy for him because you loved him.

And that felt strange admitting that to yourself but you really did love him. Maybe you only got to talk to him once a day if you were lucky, but you treasured those moments. Something was wrong with the other girls in both your year and entire school if they weren’t as attracted to him as you were—and actually hated him just as much as the guys—but the only explanation you could think of for that was they were as fucking blind as their bat familiars.

Just thinking about how attracted you were to him reminded you that he had to be the best looking guy in your year, or even in the entire academy. He had tanned skin, thick eyebrows, beautifully silky hair—at least when it wasn’t hidden under his uniform’s hoodie, that is—and he was just so tall. Everything about him was equally proportioned, though, like his round nose with a small freckle at the tip and his long, extending fingers—

You had to stop yourself there. If you really thought about his fingers, you'd never perfect your incantation.

You heard a satisfied meow from across the pond then and recognized your chameleon shorthair familiar immediately as she rubbed herself against Taehyung's leg with him leaning against one of the willow trees in the garden. It wasn’t even out of the ordinary for the two of you to be just walking the halls and then have her ditch you at the sight of him—but that was too relatable for you to even be mad at her. You wished you were a fucking cat sometimes just so you could follow him around and have him scratch you behind the ears and touch you and—

But your familiar didn’t ditch you just for Taehyung—she also ditched you at even the faintest smell of tuna and whenever you were on the fifth floor; the fifth floor’s garden especially was her favorite place, which happened to be where you were now. It was the only garden on all ten floors of the academy that was actually on a balcony, the single magical dome framing it by some force spell giving it an almost fairy-like atmosphere. It was also home to wildvines, which were moss-like vines that sprouted flowers and bloomed depending on the amount of sunlight. They stretched from the exterior of the academy all the way across the dome overhead. Alongside those, there were also a lot of other magical plants you couldn’t find anywhere else, so it was a popular spot for familiars.

Your lips curled upwards at the sight of them—Taehyung offering her a bite of his tuna sandwich and her sniffing at it curiously before licking at some of the tuna that fell to the ground. Did Taehyung even have a familiar of his own? you wondered. Just because he was human didn’t mean he wasn’t required to have one. Although felines were the most popular choice when choosing a familiar, there were also crabs, dogs, and bats to choose from.

“Azura,” you called but she ignored you as usual.

Fucking bitch familiar, you thought to yourself.

Sighing, you stood up, casting a shadow spell on your spellbook so that it’d simply follow after you instead of you having to hold it. Your round toe uniform shoes dug into the grass as you approached them, him scratching behind her ears like he knew she liked. Taehyung was looking handsome as always with his back leaning into the bark of the tree, his signature hood pulled over his chestnut brown hair with his fringe tickling the hairs on his eyebrows.

“Hi, Taehyung,” you greeted with a shy smile.

He straightened his back when you came to a stop before them, grinning up at you.

“Hey,” he said back, his hand moving to scratch under Azura's chin. “Looking for this?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “She wasn’t bothering you, was she?”

“Nah. She can hang out with me whenever.”

“Don’t encourage her,” you said with a laugh, smiling at her sniffing the ground for more tuna. “Then she’ll break our contract and become your familiar instead of mine and then I’ll have to repeat a year.”

“That’s cool with me,” he quipped, his head settling into the tree trunk again as he looked up at you. “I can’t have you graduating before me. What would I do without you here to keep me company?”

You dropped your gaze to your feet, the spell on your book wavering as your heart raced and brain turned to mush. Just then, you felt Azura’s striped tail brushing against your leg, walking ahead for you to follow her.

“I have to go now,” you muttered. “You know how she is. If I don’t follow her, she might get us into trouble.”

He nodded, biting into his sandwich. “I understand. See you around?”

“Yeah." You watched as he licked one corner of his lips, swallowing. "Bye, Taehyung.”

Spinning on your heel, you chased after her already scratching at the closed double doors leading to the fifth floor hallway. Taehyung, on the other hand, followed your figure closely in fascination. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jimin pack his things at the dock and approach you talking to Azura animatedly, as if you two were arguing.

Knowing Azura, though, he wouldn't be surprised.

“So, I was wondering—”

“Fuck off, Jimin.”

Jimin continued to follow you, however, even into the hallway. You were probably going back to your room to study and tongued his cheek at the thought of Jimin following you there. He just couldn't take a fucking hint that you weren't interested. Whenever he saw you at the library or anywhere, your peers just flocked to you like a moth to a flame; they found you just as captivating as he did with your bright personality and warm smile.

You were the only person in the entire academy that gave him the time of day—the only person he wanted to give him the time of day. Everyone else treated him like a squashed bug beneath the bottom of their shoe, like he didn't belong at their school. Maybe they were right; he was the only human at a school for witches and wizards, but no one really knew anything about him—no one except for you. But even you didn't know why he was really here or why he was even admitted into a school of magic when he had no magic of his own to show for it.

He didn't care for acceptance from his classmates, though—just yours.

The highlight of his day was always Azura finding him after running off somewhere because that meant you’d come looking for her eventually—and that meant he'd finally get to talk to you and see you. It was hard to normally since you two were hardly ever on the same floor and had never once had a class together.

Before you closed the double doors behind you, you looked over your shoulder back at him and waved, smiling warmly before disappearing behind the steel doors. He chuckled to himself, hand still hanging in mid-air after waving back. If you so much as looked at him, all the other wizards gave him the stink eye, as if he wasn't good enough for you to talk to him. He got just as jealous as them but that didn't warrant him telling you who to talk to. But he didn't blame them—not really. You were the prettiest girl in your year, or even in the entire academy. A girl like you didn't come along that often, at least not a girl with a heart made of fucking 24-karat gold like yours was.

And he knew the other wizards didn't care about that part of you—or maybe you just never gave them the chance. You were so warm and so bright that he couldn’t help but get stuck in your flame like everyone else.

And maybe that’s why he’d started packing tuna sandwiches.

“I have an announcement.”

Your classmates groaned, a few of them slamming their foreheads onto the table in front of them. You, however, were just hoping you were finally getting your bound incantation assignments back—like the nerd you were.

“The other incantation class on the third floor exploded.”

At the mention of an explosion, suddenly everyone was listening.

“So, that means we will now be sharing a classroom that only has room for twenty-two students—but no one asked if this was okay with me and I have no say in the matter so that's fine, I guess... We'll be sharing this class with another twenty-eight. I want to see at least six people per table to accommodate your new classmates a—”

Your fellow witches and wizards stood up quickly to make room at their tables, eagerly watching as a surplus of new students filed into the classroom. The classroom itself was large but there were limited chairs, like your professor explained, and no one wanted to be that person stuck with an empty table. Then again, you wouldn't mind an empty table because that meant you wouldn't have a group for future assignments and didn't have to remind your peers to do their part and then have them never do it and make you do all the fucking work anyway.

You scooted over at your table until there was room for at least two more people to sit at yours, then followed your classmates’ lead and observed the new students as they continued to come into the classroom. However, once you saw a head of brown hair and his uniform jacket’s hoodie framing his face, you straightened your back.

Maybe you wouldn't mind a table that wasn't empty if that meant Taehyung was sitting next to you.

Taehyung stopped for a moment, lips curving into a warm smile as soon as he saw you, but then was jostled forward by someone behind him. He scanned the classroom for a moment and you took that chance to face away from the front and cough into your hand to smell your breath. You muttered a quick incantation under your breath then, feeling frost nip at the tip of your tongue, as if you just chewed on ten sticks of gum. Turning towards the front again, you waved at Taehyung as if you weren't nervous at all at the idea of him sitting next to you in the same classroom as you for the first time, gesturing for him to sit with you at your table with a wave of your hand.

Just as you did, however, your eyes connected with Jimin’s, whom you hadn’t even noticed was in the same class as Taehyung. Maybe it was because he was so short that you assumed he was a fucking lost child. Jimin took your eyes locking as a green light for him to sit at your table and tried to weasel his way into the space next to you, but you reacted quickly, whispering a medium level wind spell under your breath. As soon as he placed his chair he brought in from the other classroom beside you and sat down, he was blown across the room by a powerful gust of wind. Instead of retaliating like you expected, however, he simply glared at you in silence, which you ignored.

Taehyung took that as his chance to take his place, setting his chair down beside you. He was the only one physically carrying his chair as everyone else just used shadow spells like the lazy witches and wizards they were.

As he scooted his chair in, he pulled back his hood and grinned at you. You smiled back, so ecstatic that this was happening. What were the odds that the only classroom that exploded happened to be Taehyung's class? What were the odds that it happened to be your class he joined for the time being? You weren't sure how he was in a spell casting class to begin with, seeing as he was a human without magic, but you weren't about to complain.

Not to your surprise, your table was completely empty. If your classmates would rather sit on the grimy tiled floor than sit next to a human, then you hoped a dragon flea dug through the dirt to crawl up their ass and hospitalize them for the rest of the semester. You would never understand what it was about Taehyung that people hated. Taehyung was so bright and so funny and so charming. They didn't even want to get to know him.

More for me, you thought to yourself.

“Everyone settled in?” your professor asked, his eyes falling on your empty table, save for you and Taehyung. He sighed to himself then, just as annoyed as you by your classmates. “Then take out your textbooks, please.”

“Shit,” Taehyung mumbled under his breath and you looked over at him.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What? What’s wrong?”

“My— My textbook,” he answered. “It’s back in our old classroom.”

“Th-That’s okay! We can share mine if you want.”

You slid over your textbook, pointing to the page you were on. Taehyung smiled and thanked you under his breath.

The class droned on, your professor going into detail about the spell you would be practicing. It was some sort of a bewitching charm but you weren’t paying attention due to the fact that you were sitting next to the most beautiful boy in your entire school. He wasn’t even doing anything out of the ordinary, just chewing on the cap of his pen and jotting down quick notes. You’d never shared a class so you were captivated by him in a classroom setting.

“I’m going to project the incantation on the wall,” your professor announced, surveying the class for anyone asleep. “Read it very carefully and if there is an explosion of any kind, I'm going to be very unhappy.”

The classroom got eerily quiet at that, remembering what happened last time.

When the chatter resumed and your professor began to walk around the class to answer questions, you squinted as you attempted to read what it said. Something about a tongue and— Whatever that translated to.

“Taehyung,” you began, “can you read that at all? I can do the incantation if you tell me what it says."

He nodded, jotting down the incantation for the charm onto a scrap of notebook paper, then slid it over to you to read aloud. You had to stifle a laugh at his handwriting because it was just like him—in all capital letters while at the same time completely neat and legible. The spell was supposed to be casted on your partner and then vice versa, except you knew Taehyung wouldn’t be able to cast it back to you. Closing your eyes, you concentrated, channeling all your energy and opening one eye every few seconds to read what he wrote on the piece of paper.

“I frui magnus cornu decer—”

Just then, a giant cloud of floral-smelling smoke surrounded the two of you from the tips of your fingers. Taehyung coughed out instantly, clearing away some of the smoke with one of his hands as you both struggled to suck in a lungful of air. Your eyes locked through the clearing smoke and something changed in that moment. It was small—barely noticeable and almost subtle—but you felt it, like a shift in the atmosphere that you couldn't recognize.

“Taehyung,” you breathed out, “are you—”

“What the hell happened over here?” your professor asked as he approached the two of you, recoiling at the smell from the smoke, both like hydrangeas and brimstone. “This was a simple charm. Didn't you read the incantation?”

Taehyung looked at you for a moment, both from not being able to tear his eyes off of you for some reason and looking to you for what to say, then returned his gaze to your professor with his hands on his hips. “We were—”

He raised his hand then to silence him. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to know.” Looking to the rest of your class, whom had stopped their own spell casting to stare at you two, he let out a sigh. “Class is dismissed."

You vaguely remembered nodding, packing up your things and stuffing your textbook into your bag in a daze. Taehyung was in a similar state as he followed you out the door and into the main hallway. As the two of you went to part ways, with you going to the fourth floor where your dormitory was located and him elsewhere, you paused.

“I’m just gonna—” He gestured over his shoulder down the end of the hallway in the opposite direction of where you were heading. When his eyes connected with yours again, his sentence cut off. “—go... this way...”

“Yeah,” you replied, awkwardly. “M-Me too. I mean, I’m going this way.” You paused to point in the opposite direction towards one of the vine-operating elevators. “And you’re going th-that way.”

He nodded, robotic-like. As he made his way down the hallway, you were left with your own thoughts—thoughts that usually were quieter but had somehow started to scream into the void as he disappeared from view.

The air in the hallway was clear—easy to breathe in—but somehow you had a hard time taking in each breath; it was like swallowing nails. It wasn’t painful but it required more effort, required you to consciously think about each breath. You didn’t know what happened and what spell you’d casted instead of the one your professor instructed you to, but you knew it was of the same classification—it was some sort of bewitching charm.

For some reason, you felt like you needed Taehyung around to breathe properly but you also had a harder time breathing with him around. It was a confusing feeling, to say the least. Not only that, but his smell was so alluring out of nowhere. Not that he never smelled good before but you could still smell him after he left—like mint leaves and how the world smelled to you after being in a small classroom for an hour and finally breathing in fresh air.

Swallowing thickly, you quietly walked down the hall, hoping the spell you casted would wear off by tomorrow.

Your eyes snapped open at the feeling of warm breath against the back of your neck. A single hand was wrapped around your stomach—softly, not hard enough in its grip to bruise the skin there. You attempted to look over your shoulder but then quickly returned your gaze to your bare dorm room wall when the hand smoothing over your pajama top slipped underneath the fabric and skimmed the expanse of your skin there. A shiver ran down your spine, gasping from the back of your throat as the hand kept sliding higher and higher until a single finger pressed against the wiring of your bra, tapping almost feather-like against it. You could hear him lightly snoring behind you, the steady rhythm from his heartbeat almost enough to lull you back to sleep—until he maneuvered his hand so it was grasping one of your bra-clad breasts and squeezed gently, causing you to fidget and squirm against him.

"Taehyung," you hissed, eyes wide.

The palm over your breast simply laid flat over the cotton material of your bra, not moving an inch. You blinked, sluggishly trying to process what just happened. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you glanced over your shoulder at the sight of him sound asleep, his face buried into the back of your neck. Wide awake, your own hand reached underneath your shirt to find his and slowly pull it away from you so you could go back to sleep already, chalking it up as him just groping you in his sleep again—it was so hard to tell if he was awake or not sometimes.

Just as his fingers brushed past your plaid pajama shorts, his forefinger tugged on the band, letting go so that it snapped against your skin lightly. Peering over your shoulder again, you saw one of his eyes blink open.

"You're awake," you noted, panting slightly.

"I am now."

His palm pressed into your mattress when he leaned over you. Blinking up at him over your shoulder, your eyes connected as you felt the fingers tugging at the band of your pajama shorts slip past them, finding your underwear and cupping you gently under the fabric. You couldn't breathe—couldn't even think properly—as his middle finger stroked at your entrance, coating the tip of it in your juices. Steadily, he added in his index finger and each felt at your walls, his short fingernails scraping against them and sending a sparking sensation straight into your core. Taehyung watched as your head fell against the junction of his neck, grinning when your eyes fluttered closed. Blindly searching for something to hold onto, your nails scraped against the smooth skin of his arm, your hand grasping onto the taut muscle of his bicep—the very bicep connected to the hand currently pleasuring you.

"Feel good?"

Instead of answering, you just shot him a playful smile. He knew exactly what he was doing but you weren't complaining—not one bit. Rolling onto your back, he readjusted himself so he was hovering over you, pulling his hand out of your pants inch by agonizing inch. His fingers trailed past your inner thighs on the way out, leaving evidence of your arousal on the skin there. You wiggled your hips, reaching down to pull your shorts past them.

"Why are you awake, huh?" he asked, leaning in closer until his lips were ghosting over yours.

When your shorts hung around your ankles, you kicked them off into the corner, your fan blowing directly onto your inner thighs and sending a chilling sensation from the wetness he wiped on your thighs. You settled your head into the center of your fluffy pillow, biting your lip as he waited for you to respond, his gaze flickering across your face.

"Because of your wandering hands."

"My wandering hands?"

You nodded. "Yeah. You were touching me in your sleep again."

"Where?" he rasped out, glancing at his hand rubbing circles into the skin of your elbow.

You poked at your chest, too embarrassed to have him watch you palm one of your breasts.

"You're embarrassed, right?" he asked, watching as your breasts jiggled slightly with each poke against your chest, your pinky finger brushing against your shirt there. "I touched you—" He bit gently into his lip then. "—here?"

His big hand completely encased your breast as he palmed you again, albeit consciously this time.

"Y-Yes," you managed to say. "Right there."

He gave you a squeeze, watching as a soft gasp escaped you and your hand poking at your chest dropped to fist the sheets at your side. Tugging the hem of your shirt upwards, you raised your arms so he could fling it behind him to land somewhere near your shorts. Then he pulled at the straps of your bra, dragging them down your shoulders, then easily moved the cups out of the way and saw your hardened nipples—both hard from the fan on your night stand and his watchful gaze. He tweaked one of them between his thumb and forefinger, never taking his eyes off of you. He knew where to touch you and how hard you liked it; he knew exactly what you liked like he knew his own cock. You squirmed then, one of your feet sliding across your covers at the end of the bed as you angled your leg.

Cracking your eyes open, you barely had time to look at the pleased expression on his face before his lips inched towards your own and finally closed the distance. You softly moaned into his mouth, lips parting slightly. His tongue licked across the seam of your lips, pausing to peck one corner before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your hands raised from their place at your sides to cup his cheeks, smiling into the kiss. He happily returned your smile, pulling away briefly to laugh softly before he came swooping back down, asking silently for entrance again with his tongue. His tongue swirled around your own and your noses brushed against each other as your heads tilted to the side to deepen the kiss further. When the kiss began to heat up, one of his arms reached behind you to sit—in his lap almost—sliding his hand up your unclasp your bra expertly. After undoing all of the clasps, it hung over your breasts loosely, the straps its only anchor to them before slowly sliding down your arms and into your lap.

His arm raised to grasp the back of your neck then, pulling away so you could remove your top completely and fling your bra into the same corner as your shorts. Not even a second later, he came back to reconnect your lips, gasping into your mouth as he tried to breathe through his nose and lick at the insides of your cheeks. Your nails dug into the base of his scalp, panting and groaning as his steadily hardening cock pressed against you over the thin material of your underwear. He felt so long and you were so wet that you knew he would slide right in.

Then he pulled away again, your room filling with the sound of your heavy breathing as his breath fanned across your cheeks and yours fanned into his neck. Inch by inch, his lips trailed past your lips, leaving pecks and soft licks on his way down to your chest, stopping to suck a nipple into his mouth and bite gently. Your hands cradled him there, you moaning out softly about how good his lips felt on your bare skin. That only spurred him on and he descended further down and past your stomach. As soon as his fingers tugged at the tight band of your underwear, he nudged you until you fell onto your back again, your hair messily framing your face and awaiting his touch. Your head pressed more into your pillow, closing your eyes in pure bliss as you felt him touch your inner thighs, his warm breath against your scalding core causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together and fidget impatiently.

He pried your legs apart, running a single finger from the base of your cunt all the way to your clit, amazed at how wet you were already. Unlike the wizards you'd fucked before, Taehyung wasn't the type to make you beg. If he knew what you wanted, he wasn't about to make you ask for it to boost his own ego; he just went in head first—quite literally and figuratively. Nothing was hotter to him than doing everything he fucking could with his fingertips and tip of his tongue to make you come apart on his mouth—loudly and without a care in the world who heard.

You jolted when he suddenly flicked at your clit, looking up at you with a knowing grin. As soon as his tongue licked a clean stripe up your outer lips and dipped past them, your legs quivered and you moaned out loudly, unable to stop yourself. He pulled back—startled—but then grinned at you again before diving back in, lapping and licking frantically at the juices that had accumulated at the base of your entrance. Then he alternated between sucking your clit gently between his lips, swirling his tongue around it, and simply licking at your entrance. Taehyung blindly grabbed at the back of your legs, dragging your body down your bed until the backs of your thighs settled against his broad shoulders. You raised yourself onto your elbows to watch him through the darkness of your room—the only source of light your bedside lamp—but found yourself losing your strength as he continued to suck your clit.

You felt like you were going to start crying because of how good it felt, eyes rolling into the back of your head as spike after spike of pleasure shot into the pit of your stomach. Your legs instantly flew off his shoulders and into the air at an especially precise lick from the tip of his tongue, your heels settling against his back as he kept up that same rhythm after listening to your sobs. Clenching your walls, you concentrated on the feeling of his nose continuously brushing against your clit. Taehyung only came up momentarily to take in a quick breath before descending and plunging his tongue back inside of you, as if he was getting off on fucking you with his tongue.

"T-Taehyung," you stuttered out, gasping for air. "Wait, wait— I want to cum with you."

He slowly pulled away, your juices decorating his chin and lips. "Right now?"

You nodded, your legs unwrapping around his waist. "Can I?"

Taehyung stood up, pushing himself off the wooden floor from kneeling. You watched him carefully, crawling backwards until he followed after you, hovering over your lips as his legs settled on either side of your own. You could smell yourself on him easily but he didn't kiss you. Just as he said your name with a smile, lust clouding over his eyes, goosebumps formed on your skin and his hands skimmed past your arms to reach for your cheeks. Tilting your head to the side, he leaned down and kissed you, the hair on your arms sticking straight up from the pure—

Your eyes snapped open, the darkness of your dorm room making it difficult to come back down from the intense sex dream you just had about Taehyung. It felt so real, like he was still in the room with you—as if he just went to the bathroom to take a piss and would be back to fuck your brains out momentarily. But as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you sighed to yourself, the unpleasant feeling of wetness between your thighs evident.

It was just a reminder you didn't have a certain brown-haired third year to bring you to your peak.

You sat up then, blinking groggily. You’d had dreams about Taehyung before but nothing that graphic. It was like it wasn't even a dream—you could feel every lick of his tongue and every touch from the tip of his finger. Settling yourself back into your bed and pulling your covers up to your chin, your eyes closed—until you heard groaning.

Sitting straight up again, your covers fell into your lap as you glanced at the door curiously. There wasn't someone having sex in their dorm room, right? Maybe you were still hearing things from your dream and it was just a part of your imagination. With that thought in mind, you slowly lowered yourself back into bed, slightly unsettled. You really hoped that was the case because boys weren't allowed in the girls' dormitory after curfew—and if they snuck in and were caught, the punishment would be ghastly for everyone involved. It was unethical but for something this serious, your professors would go to all lengths to figure out who it was, even using truth spells.

At the thought of being put through the same painful process you were put through last time, you wondered if you should say something. Maybe call one of your professors at this ungodly hour just to let them know you heard something so you wouldn't get in trouble like you did the last time you tried to fucking protect someone.

It probably didn't seem like it but being expelled from school was one of the more lenient punishments.

The more you listened, the more you realized it actually wasn't coming from anywhere. You definitely heard it but it was almost like the sound was muted—like you could hear it somehow even from far, far away. Listening more closely, you noted there was an echo to it almost as the same groans and grunts flew in one ear and out the other.

“Yeah, just like that,” you heard and your breathing stopped for a moment.

That sounded fucking exactly like Taehyung.

Was he— You paused in your thoughts, not wanting to finish that question. Just the idea of Taehyung having sex with anyone that wasn't you made you feel sick to your stomach. Of course, he wasn't your boyfriend and you didn't own him. He could have sex with whoever he wanted to. That was fine, but it also wasn't because it was unsettling—unsettling to think that he could be interested in and having sex with someone that wasn't you.

Ever since one of the third years was caught and promptly expelled for sneaking into the girls' dorm last year, your professors had upped the security with high level bewitching charms and alarm spells. No one could be that stupid. Everyone knew that it wasn't worth it for just one good fuck—everyone. But maybe Taehyung was the exception.

Then again, he was living proof that he was the exception to everything.

You pursed your lips, trying to cancel out the lustful sounds that floated through your eardrums. Letting out a groan of your own—albeit not the sexual kind—your head fell into your pillow, then pulled it from under the back of your head to use as a shield from the continuous noises of pleasure. Strangely enough, you didn't hear the girl he was fucking—just him. Maybe if you just told them both to kindly fuck off you could finally go back to sleep.

Pulling back your covers, you stomped towards your closed door, flinging it open but not violently enough that it slammed against your wall and woke every witch in the vicinity. As you took a step into the empty hallway, you listened closely for the sound of a penis ramming its way into some vagina somewhere nearby—but nothing.

Your hand gripped onto your door frame, confused by the sudden silence.

But then you heard it again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

At that, you felt your hand returning to your side and walked back into your room in a lust-filled daze. Your legs shook slightly on your way back to your bed that you nearly lost your balance. You didn’t even have to look to know your panties were drenched. Was it the dream that caused you to feel so horny this late at night?

No. It was Taehyung's voice as the same curses he rasped out repeated themselves over and over in your head.

Sitting down on your mattress, you glanced up to see your door was still open and quickly went to shut it. Your thighs pressed against each other as soon as you sat back down, clenching your walls almost unconsciously. Whether he was having sex or masturbating, his voice was doing something to you; Taehyung wasn't even touching you and it felt so good. How was that possible? Without thinking about what you were doing, the light touch of your fingertips alerted you that your hand had slipped past your shorts, straight to touching your drenched panties clinging to your pajama bottoms from the wetness seeping out of you like a faucet.

It was like you couldn't control your own fingers as they trailed past the tops of your thighs and straight towards your core. You didn't have a roommate unlike most of the other witches in your dorm, so masturbation was almost every few days, especially after waking up from a particularly hot dream about Taehyung. But this time, it was like you didn't even need to touch yourself to bring yourself to your orgasm—just think about him stroking his cock or pounding his dick into someone else. Before you knew it, your back fell against your covers and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you took two fingers and thrusted them inside of you, not giving yourself time to adjust to the sudden intrusion. You let out a quiet whimper, eyebrows furrowing at how good it felt to be filled.

Your thumb then began to circle your clit at the same speed, causing your back to lift off the bed as the pleasure took over and made you unable to think about anything else but cumming. Your lips parted, as if you wanted to scream or sob into your sheets at the feeling, but nothing came out. Fingers surely dripping with your own juices by now, you replaced your thumb and used each finger to stimulate alternating sides of your clit, the wetness making it easy for you to circle around it but at an agonizingly slow pace out of almost nowhere.

You could only wish that it was Taehyung's fingers fucking into you and rubbing at your clit instead.

“T-Taehyung,” you moaned softly to yourself, trying to quicken your pace but you just couldn't.

Your room was silent, save for your heavy breathing and the soft sound of your fan going. The groans had quieted, wherever they were coming from, but now it was eerily quiet from their end. Were they finished now and—

“Who’s there?”

The sudden question startled you, causing your fingers to pause and rest against your abused clit. It really sounded like an echo, as if they were somewhere but not somewhere nearby. But how was this possible? How could you hear him so loudly and so blaringly if he wasn't in your dorm fucking some girl or at least somewhere nearby?

“H-Hello?” you called out timidly, sitting up and taking your hand out of your shorts.

You heard nothing back but continued to listen regardless, the silence unnerving. About to ask again, you opened and closed your mouth nervously. Just as you got the courage, though, he said your name, as if he wasn't sure.

“Y-Yes, it’s me,” you replied.

“Where are you right now?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m in my— I'm in my bed. I-In my room."

The conversation came to a stop, both of you confused by what was happening.

"Where are you?” you asked after a solid ten seconds of silence.

“That’s fucking weird,” Taehyung said. “I’m in my bed, too.”

“Were you—” you started to say, laughing awkwardly, then continued, "Were you— you know...”

He snorted. “Yeah. Were you—you know... too?”

You felt your cheeks ignite at that, crowding yourself against the wall beside your bed and bringing your knees to your chest. It was like he was in the room with you—except late at night and with his hands down his pants.

“M-Maybe,” you said with a shy smile, as if he could fucking see you.

“This is so fucking weird," he said again in awe. “What the hell is going on?"

“I don’t know," you answered. "You sound like you're actually here."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Like an echo or something."

It was silent again before you cleared your throat.

“I should pr-probably let you get back to it.”

Your fingers anxiously tapped on the tops of your knees. If you could hear him and he could hear you, that meant he could hear you moaning and that wasn't something you wanted to think about.

“I mean... I can’t really get off now knowing you can hear me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why not? Just pretend I’m not even here.”

He laughed, the sound melodious to your ears. “But you are here.”

“Yes, but pretend I am not," you said back.

You swallowed thickly, thinking the sudden silence was him reaching for his dick, but then he said quietly, “Maybe we could both get off at the same time. I'm hard as a fucking rock and can't go back to sleep like this.”

"Okay," you easily agreed, your vagina doing the talking. "Do we just—"

"Yeah. Let's just— Maybe we could just—"

“Yeah," you said. "Do you want me to—"

"Mmm," he hummed. "You're not even here, remember?"

It was silent again, but this time it wasn't out of awkwardness. Exhaling shakily, your fingers trailed past your stomach and into your shorts again. You settled yourself against the wall, grabbing your pillow with your other hand so you could lean into the wall more comfortably. Just like before, you started a fast pace almost immediately, pumping two fingers in and out of your scalding core, as if Taehyung really wasn't there.

You were surprised at how easily you could forget about his presence, except for the fact that you could hear him panting and moaning to himself. It didn't even occur to you that Taehyung would be so vocal but you liked it.

As soon as you were getting used to the rhythm, it slowed down again and you sighed.

Although Taehyung was focused on his own pleasure, he slowed down, too. "What's wrong?"

"Oh." You let out an embarrassed laugh. "It's just— I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like— It's like every time I feel myself about to cum, my fingers— Like they have a mind of their own or something and—"

Your fingers slowed their pace entirely inside of you and you groaned in frustration.

"Wait a second," Taehyung started to say. "Tell me what's happening."

Although the idea of telling him what you were doing was beyond embarrassing, you relented. Your fingers began to thrust into you again at a significantly faster pace and your head fell against the wall with a loud thud. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence because it felt that good—only moans escaping your mouth.

Taehyung called your name, bringing you back down to earth a few seconds later. "What's going on?"

"It's okay," you breathed out. "I don't know what's wrong. Maybe they just cramped up or something."

"No," he said and your pace slowed again. "Did it slow down again?"

You whined pathetically for a moment. "Yes. I just want to cu—"

Your fingers plunged back inside at a frantic pace, leaving you to only gasp for air. Head thrashing from side to side, you tried to keep your moans and cries to a minimum, knowing Taehyung could hear you—although, maybe he wanted to hear you. Maybe he wanted to hear you so he could get off faster. At that thought, moan after moan came slipping out of you as your fingers continued to pump inside you faster and faster, one of your knuckles brushing against your clit with just the right amount of stimulation. Taehyung was surprisingly quiet until—

"Is that fast enough?"

Your thumb then brushed against your clit again, your other hand unclenching around your covers to grasp at one of your clothed breasts. You had no idea what was going on but you'd never felt so turned on in your life.

"Wh-What's happenin— Fuck..." You panted, trying to take in a lungful of air. "Taehyung, are you—"

"I don't know how but—" The pace slowed, giving you a chance to breathe. "—it's like we're in sync."

"You mean... Whatever you do to your dick is what happens to me?"

He nodded, then realized you couldn't see him. "Yeah."

"Then what are you waiting for? Go fucking faster."

"Now, is that how you ask nicely?"

"Please go faster," you added.

Not even a second later and the pace resumed. You were surprised that you were still holding on and not making a fucking mess in your underwear but you weren't about to complain. The feeling before you orgasmed was always the best and you knew that this would be the hardest you'd ever cum; you weren't about to waste it.

"It's like I'm right there, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes," you managed to say, sweat dripping past your brow.

He snorted at your lack of response. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine," you said back. "How about yourself?"

The conversation came to a stop for a few moments, the sound of slapping skin from his end sounding like an alarm going off as you softly willed yourself to breathe through your nose. It was a good thing your fan was going because in such a small room, it was easy for you to start sweating—even through the thin material of your shirt.

He exhaled, groaning. "J-Just fine... I have to say this is—shit—the biggest boner I've ever had."

"M-Me too. I mean—" You cut yourself off to recover. "I just mean I'm really turned on right now."

"Yeah?" he asked. "How wet are you? I wish I was there so I could actually touch you. Unless you don't—"

"I want you to," you quickly added. "God, Taehyung... I want you to so fucking badly." You licked the seam of your lips nervously. "I thought— Before— I thought you were actually here and you were fucking someone."

He laughed. "Nah. We both know no girl at this school would let me come anywhere near them."

"I would," you mumbled to yourself, but he heard you loud and clear. "I have dreams about you, you know. I had one tonight actually and that's why I'm so— Or maybe if we're in sync like you said, maybe I was just—"

The pace slowed again, but you didn't complain. In fact, you saw it as a good thing because here you were having a conversation with Kim Taehyung that lasted longer than sixty seconds—and you were being honest with yourself.

"I had a dream about you, too."

"Wh-What was it? What happened?"

"I was in your bed—with you." He paused to swallow thickly. "I don't even know what your room looks like but it felt so real—like I'd been there a thousand times. I've never even been in the girls' dormitory but it was so real."

"That's the same dream I had," you muttered. "You were fingering me and then you— you ate me out."

"And then what? What happened after that?"

"Then I woke up."

He sighed. "Me too."

After a brief pause, he asked, "Are you lying down?"

"No. I'm against the wall," you replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Lie down for me." You heard him moving around briefly. "Please."

Doing as he said, you pulled yourself away from the wall and brought the pillow you placed behind your back beneath your head, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. Your clit throbbed while you did—torturously.

"I want you to fuck yourself against your pillow, all right?"

Merlinus fucking Caledonesis, you thought to yourself. You were actually going to die because you knew where he was going with this and couldn't even control yourself as you sat up quickly, readjusting your pillow so it was nestled between your inner thighs. While you were at it, you pulled at your underwear until you were naked completely from the waist down. Your thighs squeezed together then as you waited for him to continue.

“Are you touching your dick right now?”

“I mean... I kind of have to for this.”

You laughed to yourself, smiling.

“You got your pillow?"

"Yeah. What do you—"

He groaned and you heard him quickly stroke down the length of his cock. As your thighs fidgeted, the zipper side of your pillow pressed directly into your bare cunt and a cold shiver ran down your spine at the feeling.

"Let's just cum as fast as we can so we can go to fucking sleep."

"Don't sound so excited about it, Taehyung."

He laughed. "I'm fucking ecstatic. I am but—"

"I know," you said with a giggle. "I was just kidding."

"Fuck," he groaned out. "Do you know long I've wanted this?"

You started to squeeze your thighs together as the pillow pressed tightly into you, then rolled over onto your stomach and slowly began to grind into it, raising your hips every few seconds to brush the zipper against your clit.

"M-Me too. How close are you?"

"So fucking close. Just hold on."

You nodded, continuing to grind into the pillow.

"I'm so turned on, Taehyung. I don't know if one orgasm will be enough."

"Jesus..." he muttered to himself. "You are so fucking hot right now."

"I know this is probably because of that charm but—" You let out a high-pitched moan as the feeling of ecstasy and pure bliss began to expand in the pit of your stomach. "God, not yet. I don't want to cum yet. It feels so good."

"Cum for me," he breathed out shakily. "And then cum again and again and fucking again like I know you can."

You whimpered, reaching under your stomach to grip onto the pillow and drag it back and forth so the zipper continuously brushed against your clit, completely coated in your wetness by now. Clenching your walls every second, you knew you were so close. All it took was for him to get there and you would be right fucking there.

"Taehyung," you moaned out. "Taehyung. Are you going to cum? I don't want to cum without you."

"Holy shit," he gasped, increasing the speed of his strokes. "Keep fucking talking."

"But I was finished."

"Oh."

You laughed to yourself again, wishing for nothing more for him to be in your bed with you.

“Then I’ll talk,” he said suddenly. “I'm so fucking hard right now. Fuck— I feel like I'm going to die."

"Me too." Your thighs frantically squeezed around the pillow. "I'm so wet, Taehyung."

Taehyung probably had more to say but he was so close to the edge he couldn't even speak. Spurts of cum came from the tip of his dick and onto his stomach just as you came all over the edge of your pillow, gasping for air.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck—”

You breathed out, smiling to yourself. Pulling your pillow away from your throbbing core, you quickly unzipped the cover and threw it into a laundry basket, grabbing another pillow at your feet to place behind your head.

"Taehyung?" you called, but heard nothing.

“Did you want to—”

“Taehyung?" Sitting up, you strained your ears. "I can barely hear you."

"I'm—" you heard before he completely cut off, his end completely silent.

It was unnerving to hear his voice for the past twenty minutes and for it to suddenly stop, but you just hoped he was okay. You'd see him in class tomorrow anyway; though, you were anticipating what you'd say to each other.

After all, what could you even say to the person who just heard you fuck yourself into a pillow?

Taehyung had been making walrus noises for the past ten minutes.

“Taehyung,” you said with a giggle. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

After the incident in your incantation class yesterday, your professor decided today would be a study period and took you all to the library. For the most part, he didn't really care who you sat with or if you even studied, so Taehyung made sure to sit with you at your table—even knowing Jimin was glaring at the back of his head.

He decided that he wanted to play with your mind link—which was what Taehyung started calling it for shits and giggles—and found that even if you were together in the physical sense, you could still hear him in your mind.

"So, it really was the spell," he mumbled, almost to himself.

Although Taehyung decided this period was not a study period, you thought otherwise and had immediately made a bee-line for the section of the library with old spellbooks and papyruses, carrying as many dusty books to your table as you could in an effort to figure out what spell you'd casted on the two of you—and how to make it stop.

"Seems like it," you replied, flipping through the old, torn pages of one spellbook at the top of the pile. "I can't find anything about it. What was it again—the incantation? Do you still have that piece of paper from class?"

He nodded, pulling his bag onto the table to search through his notebook. Pulling it from one of the pockets inside, he handed it to you gingerly, careful not to touch you for too long. The spell seemed to be very finicky and after last night, he didn't want to go through that ever again. Boners were cool, but not at such a fucking extreme level; it was like he couldn't concentrate on anything else until he came. The spell had to be some sort of charm, some sort of love spell—except sexual. Love and sex came hand in hand in the world of magic, though, and everyone knew that love spells were impossible to break once the charm was in place. Taehyung knew that it was the fucking same with whatever sexual charm you casted—and it was his fault that you casted the wrong spell.

He was the one who wrote it down wrong, after all.

After one of the librarians shot you an icy look from the front desk, you sunk lower into your seat as you repeated the incantation written on the piece of paper over and over again in your head. Glancing at some of the staff stacking books in the shelves and continuing to peer at you from over the tops of books near the front, you groaned quietly to yourself. Somehow you knew—deep down—that the two of you were stuck like this.

It wasn't exactly bad because you had a good time last night but you didn't want anyone to find out.

"Taehyung," you whispered at him from across the table. "What do we do if I can't find anything?"

"Maybe— Maybe we just need to get it out of our system or something?"

You hesitated to ask but did anyway, "What do you mean?"

Looking around the library, as if someone could hear your whispering, you turned your attention back to Taehyung, gulping at the sight of him leaning forward and pressing his toned arms into the carved mahogany table. Your gaze landed on one particularly bulging vein that trailed from the middle of his arm and disappeared under his uniform blazer. He was saying something but you just couldn't concentrate and knew it had to be the spell.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Maybe we just... go somewhere and... you know..."

You didn't know if it was him or the spell talking, but suddenly that seemed like a good fucking idea. Standing up, you slammed your hands on the table, the pile of spellbooks wobbling slightly. Some of your classmates glanced over at you in surprise and you awkwardly whispered out a feeble apology. After they went back to what they were doing—either homework or quietly practicing incantations—you gestured for Taehyung to follow you.

Clasping your hands in front of you, you anxiously peered around corners as Taehyung followed you through the long, hypnotizing aisles of magic texts and spellbooks. You wanted to make sure no one else was around.

Just to be careful, you muttered a silencing spell under your breath so that even if the two of you were yelling, no one would hear you—at least until it wore off because it had a time limit like most lower level spells. Glancing down the aisles once more, you interlocked your fingers and dragged him until his back was pressed against the end of the aisle, giving you a good view of the rest of the library and if anyone came looking for the two of you.

"Taehyung," you began and he waited patiently, "I want to suck your dick right now."

"Wha— Are you serious? We could get fucking expelled if someone catches us."

You liked how his concern wasn't the fact that you wanted to suck him off but if you were caught.

"We won't," you told him confidently. "I just really need something in my mouth right now."

"Go get a dragon fruit from the fucking cafeteria then? Jesus—we could get in so much trouble."

It had to be the spell—it had to be. You liked Taehyung and would gladly suck him off but not in the fucking library. And you didn't want just anything in your mouth, though; you wanted Taehyung's hard cock down your throat.

"Please?" You blinked up at him in a pout, hoping he would agree to it. "Pretty please?"

He rolled his eyes but laughed to himself. "All right, all right. Get on your knees."

You complied immediately, sitting yourself on the back of your calves while he fumbled with his belt and slowly unzipped his uniform pants. Hesitating, he looked over his shoulder and down the aisle to see if it was clear.

"Just hurry up," you said anxiously. "I casted a silencing spell so we're fine—for now. The faster we do this, the more likely it is we won't get caught. So just take out your dick already so I can put it in my mouth."

His head fell into the shelf behind him. "You're so sexy when you're horny."

Impatiently, your hands pulled at his pants, tugging them down until they were around his ankles. You reached inside his boxers then and began to lightly stroke his dick as soon as it was freed from the confines of his underwear. Although the mind link wasn't as apparent since you were together, his dick was still hard.

You knew he wanted you to suck his dick as much as you wanted to.

Getting used to the length of his cock, you quickly kissed the tip, licking the underside of his shaft before encasing him completely in your mouth. He nestled between your lips comfortably for a moment and you swallowed as much of him as you possibly could before you started a slow pace. One of your hands rested against the base, stroking up and down in a tight fist in combination with your head bobbing on his dick. He exhaled shakily, his fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair and you whimpered but didn't tell him to let go—it kept you anchored there and you would be lying if you said you didn't like the feeling. Your own fingers splayed across his hips as you continued, quickening your pace as your other hand became a blurred movement up and down his cock.

"Shit," he groaned out, mouth falling open in pleasure. "You're so good at this—fuck."

As soon as he said that, you watched him through half-lidded eyes after simply having them closed to concentrate purely on the vulgar sound of his cock thrusting in and out of your mouth. The hand stroking his shaft then trailed down to his balls, touching them lightly to see if he liked that at all. At the sound of a low whine, you knew he did.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, you pulled him out of your mouth and went back to stroking him, spreading your saliva at the tip of his cock down his shaft for better lubrication. You peered down the aisle and saw someone was just looking for a spellbook, finding it easily and walking to the front desk to check it out. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you went to put him back in your mouth before he stopped you, tugging your head back by your hair.

"Wait, wait, wait," he said with a gasp, then slid down the wall so he was sitting with his legs at your sides. "Let's just slow down for a second, all right?" As you did what he said and sat against the back of your calves again with a pout, he exhaled and closed his eyes, settling the back of his head against the shelf. "Can I kiss you right now?"

"Why would you want to do that?" you asked, confused.

"Because I like you," he said with a soft smile.

You felt tears brim in your eyes, choking on air as you smiled. Taehyung's hands gently found your waist, then yanked you to sit on his lap. Just before you pressed your whole weight on him, he pulled his dick out from under you and it settled between the two of you as you continued to smile at each other. He was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the room—like he didn't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else but you.

"I like you, too," you whispered.

He tucked his dick back into his boxers then so he could pull you closer—so much closer that your breasts hidden underneath your blazer pressed into his chest. Your hands trailed past his biceps before settling on his broad shoulders, feeling his grip on your waist tighten, and then he closed the distance between your lips.

"I know you were getting into it," he mumbled into your mouth after pulling away for a brief second, "but I don't want you to do this because of the spell or whatever this is. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

"But I wanted to. That's not how bewitching charms work anyway."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you know how love spells work?" you asked, sitting on the tops of his thighs. "They're bewitching charms and they can only work if the feeling is already there. It wouldn't have worked if it was anyone but you, Taehyung."

He swallowed thickly. "I thought you said you didn't know anything about it."

"I just know about love spells generally and it's obvious this is a love spell."

"So," he began, "if you casted this on Jimin instead of me—"

"It wouldn't have worked on me, just him."

His head tilted to the side, grinning to himself.

"That's such a fucking relief," he mumbled. "I thought you two—"

"Never." You shook your head and recoiled in disgust. "Just you."

"Why?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing. "Why do you like me so much?"

Your fingers drifted past the junction of his neck until your forefinger circled one of the buttons on his blazer absentmindedly. "Because you're so kind and so warm. You don't need magic; I don't care about that. You're easy on the eyes, too, so that helps." He let out a loud laugh at that. "I don't care if you're a human. I just want you."

"God," he mumbled to himself. "Why did it have to take a spell for something to happen between us?"

You shrugged but didn't disagree. "I don't know but can I go back to sucking your dick now?"

"If you really want to that badly," he answered with a playful roll of his eyes.

Without waiting any longer, you reached into his boxers to pull his cock out again and immediately sunk down on him, your knees digging into the marble floor of the library. You crawled backwards slightly to give yourself more room and situated yourself between his legs as you bobbed your head on him at a fast pace right from the start.

Your nails dug into his thighs and you grunted as you tried to pull him as far back as you could, choking on his cock for a second when he brushed against your gag reflex. His teeth bit into his lower lip, trying to conceal his sounds but not succeeding entirely when you continued to bob your head on him quickly, moaning out unashamed.

Taehyung could barely keep his eyes open but couldn't resist the urge to peek down the aisle to check if it was still clear. To his horror, he made direct eye contact with Jimin at one of the tables from somewhat far away. Immediately, he ducked his head out of view, then looked again a few seconds later.

Jimin was still staring, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"I think Jimin's coming this way," he said quickly, trying to pull you off of him. "Come on. We gotta go."

"No," you said after you pulled your mouth away from him. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

"He's going to fucking catch us. Pull your head out of my asshole and let's just go."

"Please," you begged, fisting his cock with fast strokes. "He's not going to."

Taehyung peered down the aisle again and watched as Jimin stood up, looking as if he was going to come directly towards you. He yelled out in frustration but gave in, nodding. Instead of placing him in your mouth again, you just stroked him up and down quickly, then leaned in to kiss him. He gasped into your mouth but didn't pull away, groaning and granting you entrance with your tongue. While you continued stroking him, you didn't catch his fingers trailing past your arm to cup you over your pants, then slip inside your underwear to finger you.

"T-Taehyung," you moaned out and he grinned into the kiss.

"Shit—fuck..." He pulled away to gasp for air as you stroked him faster. "I'm gonna cum."

Your eyes widened and you immediately pulled away from the kiss, sinking down on his length to lick his shaft. A few seconds later, you noticed his thighs clenching beside you and you breathed through your nose, preparing to swallow every last drop of cum he spurted into your mouth. Taehyung could only watch as you licked it all up, not complaining about the strange taste at all. He was sad that he couldn't get you off but that could happen later.

"Okay, okay," he said, pulling you to your feet. "Let's go now."

Quickly, he tucked his cock back into his boxers as it softened, then pulled his pants past his hips and redid the buckle to fasten them. Just as you were running a hand through your hair and wiping your mouth for any leftover residue of cum, Jimin appeared around the corner and looked at the two of you suspiciously.

"What the hell are you doing back here with him?" he asked, glaring.

"Just looking for a book. It's none of your business, Jimin."

He tongued his cheek in annoyance, then the bell rang. Rolling his eyes, he spun on his heel to walk back over to his table. Taehyung watched him closely, only letting out a sigh of relief once the sound of his footsteps grew faint.

"That was fucking close," Taehyung said.

You nodded, smiling. "I know. I'm sorry."

He watched you for a moment, smile widening as he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. Just then, he reached for one of your hands, tugging you towards him so he could give you a quick kiss. "Don't be sorry."

After he pulled away, your gaze fell to the floor shyly. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

"Taehyung? Is Azura with you right now?"

It was currently thirty minutes until curfew and you couldn't find that fucking familiar of yours anywhere. If she wasn't back in the familiar dormitory in at least fifteen minutes, both of you were going to get in trouble. The mind link seemed to work in the library a few hours earlier, but you still weren't entirely sure how exactly it worked.

"Taehyung? Are you there?" you called again, anxiously sitting on your dorm bed.

"Hey. What's wrong?"

"You can hear me." You sighed in relief, happy to hear his voice. "Is Azura with you? I can't find her anywhere."

"Nah. I haven't seen her since yesterday," he said. "Is she missing or something?"

"Y-Yeah, but I'll find her. I just wanted to know if she was with you. Thanks."

"Wait—!" he suddenly yelled. "Do you want me to help you find her?"

You hesitated, your mind immediately flashing back to how you sucked his cock in the fucking library because you couldn't control yourself. And that was with people around. What the hell would you do if the two of you were alone together? You'd probably force him to nail you to the floor with his dick and fuck you for ten hours.

"Um..." you trailed off. "I don't think that's—"

"Oh." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "It's cool. I understand."

"Taehyung, that's not what I mean—"

"It's really okay. Don't worry about it."

"Taehyung— I just— I'm kind of scared."

There was a lull in the conversation at that.

"Scared? You think I'm going to force myself on you or something?"

"Of course not!" you exclaimed. "I'm more worried about— about you."

"Me?" he asked with a laugh. "Why would you be worried about me?"

"Because I basically forced myself on you when you didn't want me to."

"It's okay. I liked it but I just didn't want you to get in trouble."

"Just me? Wouldn't you get in trouble, too?"

He paused at that. "Well— I mean—"

Somehow, you knew what he was going to say.

"Taehyung," you started to say. "You don't need to explain yourself. I just don't know if it's a good idea for us to be alone together—at least until the spell wears off. We should probably stay away from each other actually—"

He sighed. "Well, if that's what you want to do."

You swallowed thickly. "I just— I don't want this to happen once and you never talk to me again. I would have sex with you after because then I knew you weren't just doing this because you're under the charm of some spell."

"Babe," he groaned out. "I can fucking promise the spell isn't making me like this."

"Then prove it. Meet me outside the girls' dormitory and help me find my useless familiar."

"You sure?" he asked. "All right. Then I'm on my way."

You didn't say anything after that, afraid you made a big mistake.

Not even bothering to change out of your pajamas, you locked your door behind you and briskly walked down the hallway leading to the fourth floor's main hallway. As soon as you opened the door, you were surprised to see someone was already opening it and stepped back at the sight of Taehyung without his signature hoodie.

"Hey," he said with an easy smile. "Am I too early?"

"No," you replied. "You're right on time."

It was silent as he followed you down the hallway, casting a spell on the magical escalator that would take you to the fifth floor, which was the first place you wanted to check. Azura loved the garden there and maybe she was still there. Although, maybe she was doing this just to fuck with you because she knew you had low blood sugar.

"I've never been on one of these before," Taehyung said, looking around in fascination as the two of you stood side by side on the top of the escalator. As soon as the vine-woven door closed, it started moving and he quickly grabbed onto a nearby vine acting as the railing for balance. As the fifth floor was considered the earth-based floor, the escalator there was made entirely of plants as it lowered you further down. "I just take the stairs."

You turned to look at him, smiling at him sadly. Sometimes you forgot that he didn't have magic just because he fit in so well—at least in your eyes; to everyone else, he didn't belong. There was a distant look in his eyes as the two of you neared the fifth floor but you couldn't glance away. How did he even deal with the people at this school?

Gazing down at you after a few silent moments, he said, "I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Please."

"Taehyung," you began as the two of you stepped off the escalator, "why do you go to this school? You can't be happy here—not as happy as you could be at a human school. I would miss you but seeing how they treat you— It's terrible. But that's what wizards are like—think they're better than everyone else, better than humans."

"You're not like that," he whispered, barely audible.

The two of you walked down the empty hallway, not a single person in sight. "I've never told anyone this but you've sucked my dick now so maybe I can trust you. My parents— My dad's human and my mom isn't. So, that's why I don't have magic because I'm a halfling. No one knows that, though. They just think I bought my way into this school—as if I would eat fucking tuna fish sandwiches every day if I was rich. They really don't understand anything about humans and they don't want to—that's what makes me mad." He stopped and you looked over your shoulder at him sadly. Sighing, he continued, "You're not like them and you've never been like that."

"I hate them, too," you offered with a smile.

He laughed. "I know you do. What was it you told Jimin yesterday? To fuck off? I swear, he follows you around everywhere. I'm pretty sure he would strangle me just for a chance to fuck you with that small dick of his."

"I know," you said with a loud laugh, quickly covering your mouth at the realization you weren't supposed to even be outside your dormitory at this hour. "He's always offering to walk me to my room or to class and stuff."

"I wonder if he would bust a nut if he found out you sucked my dick—whatever nuts he has left."

You laughed again and he smiled over at you as you continued to walk towards the garden.

"Azura? Are you in here?" you called just as you opened the double doors. "God, she's going to get me into so much trouble. This fucking cat— I don't want to get expelled just because she likes tuna more than me."

Taehyung placed a closed fist in front of his mouth as he laughed. "Do you have any of her hair somewhere? Because maybe you could use a locator spell to find her? Or maybe she's in the kitchen pantry again."

"Maybe I'll just go back to the dormitory and lock my door. That'll teach her to fuck with me."

"Do you want me to walk you back?" he asked, following you towards the double doors.

"If you don't mind," you shyly answered. "You never know where Park Jimin could be hiding."

Just as you reached for the handle, you glanced through the window paneling and saw the lights flicker off.

"Oh, shit," you mumbled to yourself, then casted a clockwork spell to check the time. A illuminated projection of a clockwork solider appeared on the wall next to the doors. "Shit, shit, shit! Has it really been a half an hour already? I'm so fucked if someone catches me outside my dorm, Taehyung. I can't get expelled. I can't—"

He placed his hands on your shoulders then and spun you around to face him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. I'll get you back to your room—don't worry about it. I've been out of my room after curfew more than I'd like to admit."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "You have? Why?"

His mouth opened and closed in an effort to reply. "It doesn't matter. I just know another back way to the girls' dormitory, so I'll take you there without anyone catching us, okay? You'll be fine. Just worry about Azura later."

"So many questions going unanswered," you mumbled to yourself but followed him anyway.

Slowly, he reached behind him for your hand and you laced your fingers with his, feeling your cheeks heat up. You let him drag you down the hallway in a daze, intoxicated simply by the smell of his cologne and aftershave. To your surprise, he pulled you to one of the old, crumbling lockers lining the hallway and you furrowed your eyebrows.

"I thought you were taking me back to my room? Why are we opening your locker?"

"It's not my locker." He spun the combination and opened it effortlessly, then pulled the locker open to reveal it was not a locker at all and was actually a hidden doorway. "And I am taking you back to your room."

"How the—"

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

Inside—although squeezing through the locker was enough of a challenge—there was a single spiral staircase surrounded by cemented walls and flooring, littered with cobwebs.

"This will take us to the fourth floor bathroom."

You nodded mutely, looking around as he pulled you up the stairs. After ascending the stairs, you opened a door and were amazed that it led into one of the stalls in the boys' bathroom.

"You're kidding me."

He laughed at your reaction, tugging on your hand until you stopped at the door leading to the fourth floor hallway. When he saw a bright light, however, he quickly slammed his back into the wall adjacent to the door, pulling you with him to come crashing against his chest. You breathed shakily into his neck as the two of you waited for whoever was out there to walk by. But even after they left, he didn't let go, just tightened his grip.

"I thought—" You paused to nervously dart out your tongue and lick your lips. "I thought you said you were going to prove me wrong and that the spell had nothing to do with this."

"It doesn't," he rasped out. "It's just you."

His hands grasped at your hips, the fading footsteps in the hallway long forgotten. All you could see was Taehyung and all you could feel was his thumb rubbing slow circles over your pajama shirt. You closed your eyes briefly, breath catching in your throat as one of his hands drifted to your top's hem, slipping underneath to touch your bare skin, each feathery touch from his fingertips leaving behind a scalding hot trail. As his hand grazed your bra's band at your back, you reached for his other hand still at your hip to slide it under your shirt and grasp your bra-clad breast, him squeezing gently a second later. His thumb brushed against your hardening nipple then.

"Aren't I supposed to be proving something?"

"Yes," you gasped out, eyes closing again. "Keep proving it."

The hand grasping your hip pulled you into his chest then and his lips crushed against yours, tilting his head and nose brushing against your own as he quickly deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hand away from his own still tweaking and pulling at your breast to hold onto the side of his neck. As your lips parted, his tongue plunged into your mouth, licking at the insides of your cheeks and swirling around your tongue.

"T-Taehyung." The front of your thighs inched closer to his, legs brushing against his hardening cock. "Don't stop touching me—please." After he heard your begging, he began to bunch your shirt up under your bra, not wanting to pull away long enough to take it off entirely. "Why is it so fucking— so fucking hot in here? Or is it j-just you?"

He removed himself from your lips to pant out, "I think it's just you."

You lost your balance for a moment when he said that, trying to pull yourself away from him but somehow managing to trip over your own feet. Just before you fell over, he wrapped one his arms around your back and the two of you crashed into one of the nearby sinks, knocking over one of the floating bars of soap dripping wet.

From your peripheral vision, you saw the same light peer down the hallway again and your eyes widened. Taehyung followed your gaze and sputtered for a moment before he gestured towards the stall again.

"We gotta go," he said, ushering you forward and locking the stall behind him.

He pulled open the cemented door, shutting it behind him, and then placed his hands on your shoulders to steer you down the stairs. He glanced behind him, listening for footsteps but either you were too far away or they didn't follow after you, then slowed down and pulled you back into his chest halfway down the stairs.

After his breath fanning against your neck caused a chill to run down your spine, you managed to take a few steps away from him and take in a deep breath to center yourself. "Maybe it's a good thing they came back."

"Yeah," he breathed out. "You're right. This spell doesn't control us—we're in control."

You turned around to look at him, nibbling onto your lower lip. "Exactly. It's like you're reading my mind."

As if to contradict what he just said, his eyes trailed past your lips to scan your body. Gulping, you quickly turned back around and went to walk the rest of the way down the stairs, hearing his footsteps following after a pause.

"S-So," you began, "do we just wait till they're gone? I can't get back to my dorm with them scouring the halls."

He shrugged. "And that's the only back way I know unless you want to start bombing the walls."

Just as the two of you stepped through the locker again and into the fifth floor's main hallway, the same light from the fourth floor—or a different light altogether—shined down the hallway and on your shadowed figures.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

You brought the back of your hand in front of your face to shield your eyes, but then gasped as you realized it wasn't a professor but a student—specifically one of your classmates.

It was Jimin.

"Jimin?" you called. "What the hell are you doing? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I— Uh..." He lowered his light, deactivating the spell. "I was just—"

"Did you fucking follow me here?" Taehyung asked, angrily.

"No!" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Okay, fine. It's just— You two have been acting really weird lately. You were sitting together in class yesterday and then— And then I find you two huddled in some dark, creepy corner in the library? What the fuck is going on between you two? Do you owe him money or something?"

You sputtered out a response, in complete awe one person could be so stupid.

"She doesn't owe me any money," Taehyung calmly said.

"Then what does she owe you? I'll pay whatever she does."

What the hell was his problem? you thought to yourself.

"Jimin," you started to say, breathing deeply in an effort to calm yourself. "Is it really that unbelievable that I'd want to hang out with him out of my own free will? This isn't 1874; I can do whatever the hell I want."

"But he's a human," he said. "I've never understood what you see in him."

You tilted your head back, the anger brewing inside of you, before you completely snapped. "We're fucking. Is that what you want to hear? Maybe now you'll leave me the fuck alone. I have his cum inside of me right now so if you could just fuck off and go back to sadly masturbating alone in your bed, that'd be great. Good-fucking-bye."

Not giving him a chance to respond, you grabbed Taehyung's hand and dragged him down the hallway and into a nearby library. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked and he hesitantly followed you inside.

Growling to yourself once the door closed, you started your rant, "I can't fucking believe him. Him and everyone else at this school. Why can't they just treat you like a person? You were standing right there and he was going to talk about you like you weren't even there." You paused to yell out in frustration. "Argh! I could just kill him."

"He doesn't matter," Taehyung said, trying to calm you down. "I don't care what they say about me."

"I know but—!" You cut yourself off to scream. "I hate them all."

Then you heard a knock on the library's closed doors.

Rolling your eyes, you stomped over and peered out the window to see Jimin still lingering there, attempting to apologize—though, you were pretty sure he didn't mean a single word. Even as you glared at him, he continued to knock, so you muttered a quick incantation under your breath so some of the nearby vines in the library covered the window and he could no longer see inside. However, he could still hear you and you could still hear him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean— m-mean what I said. Taehyung's cool and— I don't hate him, okay?"

"And my ass has three cheeks," you quipped. "Just go away. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Taehyung's chest grazed against your back then, his lips nearing your ear.

"Is he not going to leave?" he whispered in your ear, barely audible.

"I don't know," you whispered back, pressing your ear into the door.

"Play along," he mumbled under his breath. "Thank fuck he's gone, babe!" The sudden increase in volume caused you to jump, your head knocking into his forehead. "Ow... I mean— Now we can finally get back to what we were doing before, which was my penis in your vagina." You looked at him from over your shoulder, your eyes wide. He winked at you, then continued, "That thing we were doing just five minutes ago was that—in case you forgot."

You stifled a laugh, smiling at how obvious he was being about it but Park Jimin was an imbecile.

"Oh, right!" you gasped out, realizing you had to play along. "You're so good with your dick, Taehyung. I just came one minute ago before stupid Park Jimin came along with his small penis but now I am wet again—for your dick."

"And how wet are you for me? How wet is your vagina for my huge dong?"

"I could probably do your laundry for a month with how wet I am! I don't know if I can go again, though. I mean, the last time we fucked—which was two minutes ago—you made my pussy into this gaping hole of your cum with that big cock of yours. And I'm pr-pretty sure—" You had to pause just so you could laugh into your hand. "I'm pretty sure if you fucked me right now, I wouldn't even need to be wet—like I am right now so it is okay."

"Wow, babe! You're really turning me on with your dirty talk right now!" he exclaimed, exaggerating every word. "Where should I fuck you? This library sure has a lot of choices and surfaces of which I can fuck you nicely on."

The door handle jiggled and you had to place your palm over your mouth so he couldn't hear you laughing.

"Guys!" Jimin yelled through the door. "This is awkward—fuck—but I can hear you and stuff, so—"

"Oh, my gosh, Taehyung," you gasped out in mock surprise. "He said he can hear us. Do you think that meant he heard every word? Like how you want to fuck me onto the table he was studying at today in this very library?"

"Perhaps!" he replied, loudly. "I really hope he doesn't come in here because I'm already inside of you and that would be awkward." He snorted to himself, both of you laughing. "Wouldn't—" He couldn't even finish his sentence, he was laughing so hard, you elbowing him in his side. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Instead of responding with a coherent sentence, you let out a long moan. "Oh, I totally agree! I would agree to anything right now because you're so deep inside of me. Remember when I was sucking your cock earlier today in the library before Jimin showed up—" You let out an exaggerated gasp. "I forgot he can hear us, Taehyung!"

"Oh, no! That he can!" Taehyung responded. "He probably heard every word. You're so good at taking my dick, though. In your mouth, in your pussy, in your ear—you take it so well and—" You almost died laughing at that but he quickly placed a hand over your mouth. "All nineteen inches of me, too! I wonder if Jimin has a big dick. Hey, Jimin: do you have a big dick? How do the ladies take your dick when you fuck them? Unless you've been saving yourself for this fine slut I'm fucking behind this door that you cannot get into. This is one tight pussy she has!"

The other end grew quiet and you assumed Jimin either fainted from the shock of it all or simply left.

"That was so fucking funny, Taehyung," you said, bursting out laughing.

"I know," he replied. "Didn't think he'd buy it but then again, he's an idiot."

You bit into your lower lip, turning around to look at him. "I'm kind of turned on."

His arm came to cage you into the door, fingers grasping onto one of the vines. "Me too."

"Maybe we could just—" You paused, glancing down at his dick straining against his pants. "—quickly..."

"Yeah. Just quickly, you know? I wouldn't want you to make you suffer or anything."

"Exactly. I mean, we can control ourselves and this is our own decision."

"We definitely can control ourselves. We have been but it's just—"

"It's just—" You cleared your throat, stepping away from the door. Walking him backwards, one of your fingers absentmindedly played with one of his blazer's buttons, biting your lip. "I want this off right now, Taehyung."

"Yeah? You want it off?" he breathed out. His hands came to rest against your ass, pulling you right into his hardening cock. "My hands are kind of busy at the moment so if you could just— I'm sure you don't mind."

"Not at all," you replied with a coy smile.

The finger circling his button then drifted past his taut chest and fumbled with the first button, cursing to yourself when you had difficulty getting it unbuttoned in less than five seconds. After your fingers were a blurred movement down his chest, quickly unbuttoning the blazer, both your hands trailed past his bare skin.

"Your hands are kind of cold," he noted huskily.

"Are they?" you asked. "Maybe you should warm them up."

"Gladly." After you pushed his blazer past his shoulders, the cotton material fell to the floor in a heap. He brought his own hands to yours, cradling them in his while he breathed warm air across the back of your skin. "Warm enough yet? I can't have you freezing to death on me, not before heating you up with my dick."

You exhaled shakily, staring at him deeply. "I th-think I'm all w-warmed up now, so let's just—"

One of the study tables came into view and you quickly laid yourself down on top of it, pulling at your shorts and underwear until they dropped to the cold, marble floor. "Warm me up with your dick. I know you want to."

"Oh, I want to very much," he said, licking at his dried lips after they hung open for a good twenty seconds.

His warm fingertips made contact with your dripping pussy, pulling back immediately just from how wet you were.

"You know," he began, "I thought you were just saying that but you really are wet for me."

"Not wet enough," you breathed out, pulling yourself even further back on the table.

He quickly grabbed your night shoes and tossed them behind him, them thudding against a nearby wall. Kicking his own shoes off as well as his pants and boxers, he climbed on top of you on the table and framed your face with his elbows. Just then, he slowly ground into you, your mouth dropping open at the feeling of his length against you.

"Not yet," he whispered. "Like you said, you're not wet enough and I want this to last for hours."

You moaned out at that, just his dirty talk enough to make you clench around air and bite your lip.

"You like that?" He reached under your back to pull you into his lap. "I think you'll like this, too."

Holding you up against his chest with one hand, he used the other to grab at his cock and run his shaft over your outer lips, giving you a taste of what was to come. The tip slid in so easily just from how wet you were but he quickly pulled himself out of you, teasing you endlessly. You whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Taehyung, please," you begged. "Fuck me right now."

"I don't know," he sang, feigning concern. "I think you can be wetter."

He switched your positions then, with you on top and him lying on the hard surface of the table.

"Sit on my face," he commanded, already reaching for your waist to bring you right where he wanted you.

You inched your thighs closer to his face until he grabbed onto your legs and anchored you to him. Right as you hovered your cunt over his parted lips, he went to town almost immediately, lapping and licking at your wetness, one hand splayed across the skin at your waist and the other spreading your outer lips so he could plunge his tongue in as far as it could go. Your palms quickly planted themselves flat on the table on both sides of him as he continued, almost grinding into his mouth and clenching around nothing. Head tilting back, loud moan after loud moan fell from your lips and he grinned. As he saw your hands holding you up, he took that chance to take his other hand away from your hips and pump a finger inside of you, reaching farther than his tongue could reach.

"T-Taehyung!" you gasped out, choking on air. "God, don't stop. Please don't fucking stop."

As his tongue pulled out of you and went instead for your clit, your mouth fell open in a silent scream, sobbing into your closed fist as you brought it to your mouth to stop your cries and screams of pleasure. You couldn't hold yourself up any longer as you came, your muscles growing weak at the intense feeling exploding inside of you, and found yourself falling backwards, barely catching yourself as his fingers were forced out of you. Your thighs pressed together and your walls clenched violently, whimpering as you could still feel him pumping deep inside of you. You panted, raising yourself up on shaking elbows and tried to ease yourself off of him so you weren't crushing him.

"Good?" he asked, sitting up just as you hopped off the table.

"I think you know," you said, tossing him a look over your shoulder.

"I do," he said with a laugh. "You're so fucking hot when you cum."

"Then make me cum again with your dick inside of me."

He guffawed, then smiled at you as you placed your hands flat on the table, leaning in close with your lips ghosting over his seductively. "Right fucking now? I don't want to hurt you. Maybe just a few more minutes."

You shook your head, grabbing at his hands to pull him to his full height. "I want your dick in me right now."

He didn't even say anything as you pulled at your shirt and quickly unclasped your bra, now fully naked.

"Okay, okay— Where do you want to—shit... I can't think clearly with you like this. Tell me what you want me to do before I lose control of myself and fuck you into the floor," he rasped out shakily, hands resting on your hips.

"B-Bathroom," you replied, moaning as his chest grazed your own. "I don't want anyone to hear us."

The both of you speed-walked to the bathroom just a few hundred feet away, past a few aisles of magical texts and vines clinging to the shelves. Upon opening the door, Taehyung's jaw dropped at how fucking beautiful the girls' bathroom was. Meanwhile, he got stuck with the abomination that was the boys' horrendous bathroom.

"You girls get a fucking rose garden and we get the fucking landfill?" he asked, laughing in astonishment.

Everything was made of porcelain and crystal. The sinks that lined the wall had vines growing and weaving together, beautiful mauve carnations just blossoming. The tiled flooring was like walking on clouds and there was a giant mirror between the sinks, opposite to the stalls on the other side of the bathroom. In front of the mirror was a velvet chair that looked brand new and there were three crystalized chandeliers floating inches from the ceiling by some sort of magic spell. In that moment, all Taehyung could think about was that he wanted to fuck you on every single surface as soon as possible in as many positions and make you cum as many times as he could.

"I'm going to bust a nut just looking at this bathroom," he said, pushing you forward and shutting the door.

Just as he turned back around, you were on him like a fruit fly to a mango, tugging at his hair and kissing him so roughly he felt like his lips would bruise. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest, nipples hardening, and he moaned into your mouth. He walked you forward, fingers drifting down to your awaiting pussy and began to thrust them inside of you in preparation for his dick, even though he knew you were already wet enough. Taehyung just wanted to pleasure you before his dick could, not leaving a single second for you or your cunt to be dissatisfied.

Your fingers fell from their tight grip on his strands of hair, falling to his shoulders before blindly reaching around you to find something to hold onto, knocking over a vase of carnations sitting beside the faucet. Your back slammed into the sink then and he quickly lifted you up, your legs instantly wrapping around him.

He didn't even give you a second to breathe before he was easing his way inside of you.

Just like he thought, you were wet enough and he slid inside easily, pulling out of you entirely. He grabbed ahold of one of your legs anchored to him and pulled it away from you so he could fuck into you deeper and you took the hint, removing your legs from around him and instead spreading your legs as wide as you could. You met each of his thrusts by grinding your hips forward then and grunted into his ear. It was indescribable—the feeling of him inside of you and stroking your walls with every single inch of him he had to offer. You couldn't even think properly because of how good it felt and he knew it felt good just by how loud you moaned for him, clawing at his back.

"Tell me how it feels," he whispered into your ear and his fingers drifted past your stomach to circle your clit.

"So good," you managed to say, groaning at a particularly deep thrust that fucked against your g-spot.

He pulled you away from the sink then and you wrapped your legs back around him. Carrying you to the chair against the large window, he sat down and eased you back down on his length, moaning out at the feeling of you around him once again. Taehyung easily gave you the upper hand and you took that chance to start immediately bouncing up and down on him, your breasts bouncing along with you. His head fell back against the chair, a bead of sweat dripping past his cheek as he breathed heavily. You circled your hips and then continued to sink down on him agonizingly slow and he whimpered in response, forcing you to go faster by his tight grip on your hips.

"Shit—" He sat up, pulling you with him and flipped you over so you were on your stomach, then pulled your hips so your ass was hanging in the air. Immediately, he pounded back inside of you, the new position making it easy for him to reach even deeper inside of you. "So fucking good. You're so tight and—" You clenched around him, causing him to let out a long moan of pleasure. "You're not leaving this bathroom until I'm done fucking you."

Suddenly, some of the paintings on the wall began to shake and you knew it was because of your fluctuating emotions as he continued to hammer into you. He didn't know that, however, and pulled away. Looking towards the rug on the floor, he pulled the two of you to a standing position, still fucking you and your legs began to shake as violently as the paintings. You easily lost your balance and fell to the floor, the rug breaking your fall and he rolled you onto your back, hitching your leg around his hips and penetrated you again. This had to be the most positions you'd been in while having someone fuck you and it was amazing; you didn't want him to pull out.

Just then, some of the mirrors in front of the sinks began to crack, shards of glass flying across the room. Taehyung's head ducked just as one flew past his head and he looked at you in alarm but didn't stop.

"Don't stop," you breathed out. "Ah—! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Taehyung, keep going—please..."

The cracked mirrors forgotten, he continued to plow into you and then the door slammed open, nearly flying off its hinges. He sputtered out an incoherent question but didn't stop like you asked him not to. The door slammed shut, only to open again—and that was when the stall doors followed suit and he would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit afraid of being hit by a flying fucking door. As your orgasm loomed closer—his own close behind—the intensity of the bathroom with the breaking glass and slamming doors only got worse but he kept going.

"Shit," he muttered to himself. "This is intense. Is th-this—fuck me—what it's like to fuck a witch?"

"I don't know," you said, panting. "Have you fucked a witch before?"

"I am right now."

He was watching the stall doors still and reacted quickly, pulling you into his lap just as one flew off its hinges and crashed into the giant mirror behind the burgundy chair. His thumb came to circle your clit so that you would finally cum and he wouldn't get a bloody nose from fear of the chair coming to life and wanting to kill him.

Just as he played with your clit, you moaned out and felt yourself cum almost immediately. He gave you three more sharp thrusts, your chest jostling into his roughly with each thrust, and then he finally came as well.

As your orgasms faded, the doors settled down and everything went silent, save for your heavy breathing.

"That was life threatening," he said after a few seconds of silence.

"If that's what it's like to be murdered by a dick, then I don't mind the threat."

He laughed, rubbing circles into the skin at your waist, then pulled you up on shaking legs. No words were exchanged after you two left the bathroom, not even considering having to explain to someone how the two of you fucking destroyed one of the most beautiful bathrooms in the entire academy. Someone would ask but they would never know it's you—unless Jimin decided to run his fucking mouth, but you didn't think he would.

Taehyung handed you your clothes and the two of you dressed in silence, the space between your legs still tingling from what just happened. After your genitals were hidden beneath your pajamas, you turned to look at him.

"That's a tight ass pussy you have there," was what he decided to say to clear the awkward air.

You burst out laughing and shoved him playfully. "You gonna violate this pussy again?"

"If you let me," he whispered, shyly. "I really don't want this to be the last time I see you."

"Me neither. I really do like you, Taehyung. I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot, too." He paused, a distant look in his eyes. "No. I love you. I just wish this stupid spell wasn't what brought us together, you know? I planned on asking you out on my own, not having my dick do it for me."

"It wasn't the spell," you said. "I don't know if you realized but the mind link wasn't working the entire time."

His eyes widened. "You're— You're right. So you said all that on your own? Wow. You dirty bitch."

"Your dirty bitch," you quipped.

"My dirty bitch," he affirmed. "My dirty girlfriend."

"Yeah," you said, liking the sound of that. "Your girlfriend."

He smiled at you softly. "So, should we fix the bathroom? At all?"

"That would probably be a good idea."

As you two walked back into the bathroom, you realized you never did find your cat.

#taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung scenarios #bts scenarios #taehyung fanfic #bts fanfic #taehyung imagine #bts imagine #bts request #BITES NAILS IN ANTICIPATION #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i've edited 75% of this #but not the final scene so its probably gonna go thru editing within the next hour #I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AND SORRY TRA PT 3 IS TAKING SO LONG

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You all so bitter over Dean giving Cas a mix tape bc he's never given Sam one. It's romantic and you cant take that bc you know wincest will never be canon but destiel might be espeically since Dabb broke that codependency finally. Im laughing at all of ya rn.

You know, I usually just delete anons like this and block the person who sent it because I know most people who send shit just want to see me react. It’s more fun to leave them dangling there, wondering if I ever even saw their message. But I’m gonna answer this. You’re operating under some HUGE misconceptions and I just can’t let that go by. 

Misconception #1) Dean gave Cas a mix tape. That wasn’t a mix tape. A mix tape (as is implied in the name) is a MIX. It has various artists and songs that remind the person who made it of the person who receives it. What Dean gave to Cas was a best tracks (or “best traxx”) tape. That’s where a person has a bunch of different cassettes from the same artist and they pick their favorite songs and put it all on one tape. It was pretty common in the 80s and early 90s before CDs became the big thing. That way you didn’t have to keep switching tapes while you were trying to drive- all your faves were right there on one tape. I had a bunch of those that I made including a Prince one that I had to remake about 10 different times bc I kept wearing it out. It’s usually not made for someone else. I guess he could have made it specifically for Cas but to me it makes more sense that Dean made that tape for himself way earlier. He could have shared it with Cas bc ever since season 5, he’s been trying to educate Cas in what he believes to be the finer things in life. Like Led Zeppelin. 

Misconception #2) We’re bitter bc he never gave Sam one. Why would he give Sam a tape of his favorite music? Sam is sitting next to him in the Impala listening to it 99% of the time. You don’t think Sam knows at a bone deep level which bands and songs are Dean’s favorite? Of course he does.

Misconception #3) It’s romantic. The last two mix CDs I made were for my mom and dad. They were full of songs they love, ones that remind me of them. My dad still plays his all the time. My best friend used to make me best tracks cassettes because she always had a million good CDs and I only had a cassette player in my car. So she’d put the best songs from a CD on a cassette and mail it to me (this is when we were in college far away from each other). It was really sweet but it wasn’t romantic. 

Misconception #4) I’m mad that Wincest won’t be canon but Destiel could be. Where on earth did you get the idea that I want my ship to be canon? No. I like the show and the brothers’ relationship as is, thanks. Honestly, you should be careful what you wish for when you’re talking about wanting your ship to go canon. I’ve had many ships (mostly het ones) become canon over the years and it always ends in the writers screwing everything up. Because what happens when a ship becomes canon on a show? They immediately start destroying it for the sake of drama. It trashes the whole thing. Also I don’t believe for one second that Destiel will ever be canon. I just don’t. And if you ship a thing just because you think it has canon potential, you’re missing a lot of fun. But that’s a whole different conversation. 

Misconception #5) Dabb destroyed the codependency. How do you figure? Have we had as many good brother moments this season? No. I freely admit that. But at the same time, the brothers have spent this season in perfect lockstep. Aside from Sam not telling Dean about the BMoL right away (which was dealt with very quickly), they’ve been 100% on the same side and in perfect harmony. They do pretty much everything together. How is that less codependent? And as for there being fewer brother moments, I think there’s a reason for that. Jensen and Jared knew their wives were pregnant before the season started. They both admitted that the heavy scenes between the brothers take a toll on them emotionally in real life. If they already have these major life changes going on, doesn’t it make sense that the show would try to tone down the things that are difficult for them? That’s what I think anyway. It could just be bad writing or a combination of both.  

Now listen to me: attacking someone else to make your ship look better actually has the opposite effect. You make the other shippers cringe because they don’t want to be associated with this behavior. So ship your thing and enjoy it and leave people who ship something else alone. Thanks.

#Anonymous #wank for ts #anons being jerks #long post for ts #wincest #anti destiel #it's not really but i don't want anyone who ships it to see this and feel like I'm trashing them #hopefully they have that tag blacklisted

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Would you do a Tyki/Allen reclist??

YES, i certainly WILL HAHA

if you know me then you know i love my tykillens 100% consensual and thats. That’s a bit tough, cause not many in the fandom seem to agree with me lol.  it’s a bit of a wasteland in ao3 not gonna lie but the tag there has recently been blessed, and I’ll dig out some old gold too

Honestly it’s uh. It’s probably gonna be easiest to organise this by authors and then I’ll like. Pick a couple of my favourites from each of them, and link a few randoms i like at the end. 

 Moonswing: I love the way this author writes them - the dialogue especially is quick, witty and so so fun, and the ideas they come up with are

Loves Company is the first poker pair fic i read that gave me hope for this ship. it’s so light and funny and good and went a long way to inspiring me to continue writing for the pair.Some Minor Issues looks like it’s only just been started and I honestly cant wait for more. Modern AU where Tyki is the son of a mob boss, the best trans Allen i’ve ever read (in a world of fem!allen i have finally found an oasis of casual and accurate representation). definitely excited to see where it goes, if it goes, idk if it’s gonna be continued or what but !!!!Reapers is another new one, and the title kinda says it all lol. Allen and Lavi are reapers working for the Earl, and Allen is designated Tyki’s personal servant ahahaha

hiat:Not gonna lie i haven’t actually read a LOT from this author, but what I have read has been exceptional

A Small Reprieve is wonderful, especially considering it’s the author’s first smut like. Damn. It’s sweet and a little bit sad, but this is Tykillen so what did u expect lmaoFondant and Fakery is so cute and sweet like omfg ahahaha it’s all the lighthearted Tykillen fluff i ever neededWorlds Apart is probably my favourite from them, but im not sure if it’s ongoing or if they’ve abandoned it? Another mob AU and i really really hope they continue it because !!!!! im in love with this fic ahahaha and want to see more

ArbitrarySpaces:oohhh boyyyy //rubs hands together

While You Sleep is somehow the only soulmates au (that i know of) and i love it?? its amazing and cute, where each Allen and Tyki sees through the other’s eyes in their dreams.Mr. Poker Face is super funny and lighthearted - i love the flow of dialogue, it’s so quick and witty and them I honestly yelled a lil when I saw it’d been updated with a second chapter.How to Build a Life Together depicts snapshots of Tyki and Allen, uh. Building a life together i guess lol. Each chapter is a different point in their relationship, starting from the point where Tyki gives Allen a rock (and not in the traditional sense. That comes later lmao).

rustandstardust:they’ve got some damn good shit i tell ya

it’s all a game is so ???? good ??? casino au where allen’s a tease and tyki’s a sucker, everything feels so lavish and indulgent and i love it!connection I haven’t… actually…. read. But! it’s on my agenda tonight tbh and I have high expectations lollove me like you mean it is also really good, like. I don’t know what else to say lmfao it’s just… good. 

CandyCrackpot:I am shocked and appalled by the fact I almost missed them because they’re like. Like. If there’s a holy trinity in this fandom then they’re god. just. Just straight up they’re a fucking god okay.

Gamble got me on the bottom!tyki hype train and i have yet to follow through - mostly because i’m intimidated by the quality of writing and characterisation that went into this 100% rly fukkin good would recommend.//squints// and uh that’s all for them??? but they have a HEAP of other fics for this fandom ((if ur looking for some soft papa mana and baby allen fluff then Smile is def the place to go))

Hurryup:every time i think about them my chest gets tight and my hands start shaking like ???? is this love ?????????????? fam help i think im dying honest to god

shutdown is… its, uh. I honestly can’t put it into words. It’s the best Tykillen fic I’ve ever read. It’s beautiful, subtle, quiet, so bitter and sweet, but somehow not bittersweet and i honestly. i dont know how to explain how that’s possible but it is and it’s perfect and i will scream from the top of mount fucking ararat about how good it is til the day i drop dead okay like. if you read only one fic from this list, let it be this one.idk why i thought they’d written more tykillen than that, probably because it was so fucking good and the characterisation was flawless, but for the life of me i can’t find any others for this ship by them so…??? but lots of link/allen if ur into that. i haven’t read them personally but if shutdown is any indication they’re gonna be lit like a talking bush.

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Chinchirinoda’s fic Worship gave me a hand kink. No kidding, it’s short and sweet and quiet and sad and lovely and one of my OG favourite Tykillen fics

I haven’t actually read Allen’s worst Struggle by slaying_dragons, or Night of Truce (new author on the block what up) but I have the tabs open and im prob gonna get to those tonight too lol

Let’s Do Something Wrong by kittybandit is a super cute collection of super short super sweet prompt-drabbles. Like condensed milk. Or a shot of straight cordial. Or cocaine. The yoga one is def my favourite, but they’re all amazing

autumntea is the kind of cruel where they’ll write 700-ish words and every single letter is perfect and amazing and makes u want MORE but then like. there isn’t. there isn’t more thERES NEVER MORE AND I WISH THERE WAS BC IT’S ALL SO GOOD. all of it. Every tykillen fic they wrote is a dicktease and i want MORE, DAMMIT

If you want crack (and for some reason Kingdom Hearts characters working in a casino ????), Sin City Dreamers by The_Button_Harlequin is lit the most well-written shitpost i’ve ever had the experience of reading, like. I lit couldn’t stop laughing while reading it it’s… No, i can’t explain it, you have to read it yourself to understand lmfao definitely worth it, I promise. i promise.

And, uh. I dont mean to toot my own horn (i totally do bruh look at my ego okay) but if you’d like a chef’s special then i recommend make it out alive for smut, and Pilate saith unto them, behold the man for ‘fluff’ (so far as fluff goes in my vocabulary) and Mutually Beneficial for Tyki’s big dumb crush.

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There you have it !!! that’s. That’s pretty much the entire consensual Tykillen tag right there. And it’s all good like idk how yall do it but ur fukkin masterminds okay im honestly in shock, still in shock actually after reading Hurryup’s fic last night like. fuck i wanna cry just thinking about it lmfao it’s so perfect and beautiful and sad like jesus fam let me breathe. 

I know you’re going to find something in here you love and if you don’t then im. i don’t know what to tell u man lol this is the best of the best so i hope u enjoy yourself

#poker pair fic rec #anon #dgm #d gray man #allen #tyki #allen walker #tyki mikk #poker pair #tykillen #fic rec #i got so carried away im not even sorry #I LOVE THEM OKAY #I LVOE THEM A LOT #THE PAIRING AND THE FICS #JUST #ALL OF IT #I LOVE IT

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anon post

for all 3 of my fans

i live for ur wit and sass

thx n same

Dont fuck with the best! Kate works hard to get the craziest anons to post in her yard, and I've got nothing but respect. There's no fan in the fandom as genuine and earnest as she is. Wishing her and her cats a long and healthy life!

lmao yall need to quit

you've probably answered this already but what do you think will give vm the best shot at the OG?

a good short dance + a good free dance + gui missing the catch-foot on his twizzle again

Are you taking the bar exam this summer?

no i just finished my first yr

I will cry if T&S end up together, They would be a horrible match. Surely I'm not the only one who sees this??

i am ashamed that this is the level of trollin i get. step up ur game!!

"i hope tessa marries semple so i can see all the shippers cry tbh" Poor Alex! Marrying him would probably restore his self confidence and prompt a return to the cfl! Still holding out hope!

honestly alex was the hottest of all her bfs. fedor is balding, has a dad bod n is wearing khakis on the beach now. and semple was always fug. also rl talk i didnt know canada had its own football league until this guy came around. thats so cute for canada

"i hope tessa marries semple so i can see all the shippers cry tbh" I want her with the Bitove guy. His family looks like the type that will post tons about them on sm afterward.

lmao yall know his grandfather started the toronto raptors?? i knew this brodie’s last name sounded familiar. also apparenty he and his fam golf at trump’s resort @ mar-a-lago VOM. tessa is 500% going to end up with a smarmy, filthy rich trust fund kid like him like its not even a question

Hey now. I want shippers to get overthemselves, too, but Tessa marrying Semple, god no. Basically, Tessa, open your eyes and save yourself.

lol i actually wish she was still dating him so all this mindless speculation rn would stop

Bitter and hateful is what I come here for. Anons should just fuck off and go to the Disney website if that's what they want.

vm fans are so damn soft n sensitive about everything lol, i rly wish some of yall would stop taking everything i say so seriously

Please come back, without your snark the fandom is controlled by the most delusional shippers.

i’ll post more when there r actually things 2 talk about. being around here when nothing is happening and ur all screaming into a vacuum about the same things over and over is like being institutionalized in a loony bin

why are you always up so late?

nhf for this east coast bias, it is a perfectly reasonable time in california

Which of the current/rising juniors do you see making tbe most impact next quad?

carreira/ponomarenko are going to win a olympic medal in 2022. even if the shibs, h/d and bock don’t retire, i see them easily rising through the pack - they just have the Look and aren’t without talent. i’m iffy on the rest - mcnamara/carpenter are too creepy and weird, parsons have no height difference and are siblings, both are coached by an unproven staff, everyone else are varying levels of mediocre. hawayek/baker will go to worlds 2018 if they’re lucky and prob never again if no one else retires.

i wouldn't take h/d's music choices as an indicator of what vm will have. they are the c team and vm are the a team in that camp. look at last season... h/d got stuck with marie-france's lame ass idea of the evolution of music and vm got prince.

true..... altho i think personal taste is important too. tessa would die b4 she ever approved an ‘evolution of dance’ sd

I want Tessa to steal Fedor back from Meryl. All that drama would be hilarious. Fedor lost his looks and is butt ugly now so he is exactly Tessa's type, even more so than in 2009.

i nvr thought he was that cute but he literally looks like he goes door to door selling pool cleaner now

I noticed that when Tessa shakes hands or kisses someone on the cheek (like during medal ceremony or interviews) Scott often puts a hand on her lower back even though there had not been any physical contact between the two of them before said handshake or kiss. It just always surprises me and I'm not sure I understand why he'd do this. What's your take on it ?

lmao ik u want me 2 say its bc his subconscious is screaming out in jealousy and he wants to covertly claim her and show the world she still belongs to him but i rly think they r just touchy ppl who like to touch. or hes makin sure she doesnt lose balance and fall off the podium as she’s leanin over

moulin rouge would've been a much cooler choice in 11/12 for their musical fd instead of funny face, but i don't see them doing it for their olympic fd. it's a bit tacky and overdone. i figure they'd want to do something that's a little bit more special and unique then that.

ia it wouldnt have been a bad filler fd for an off year. i just dont see it doing it for their Last Ever and for the olympics. its such a warhorse - what could they possibly say with it thats original? and its such a character piece - they r such overly emo, earnest ppl, i dont think they’d want to do something that different from themselves for their Last Ever. 

huh what, vm don't stand a chance against moonlight sonata?? Pls... that would be a flop, such an overused piece of music everywhere, it's like Für Elise - hearing the first notes of it makes me vomit in my mouth a little

ya bc no one’s ever won a gold medal skating to a warhorse before

it sounds more believable to me than vm and moulin rouge tho

What interpretation? PC will just float around. They can do that in any key and judges will eat it up.

true, gui gui is a demon

No way. The judges will think they're watching Gordeeva/Grinkov again and just hand the gold to them immediately.

remember when pc said they didnt even know who torvill and dean and g/g were lmao

If scott doesn't cut his disgusting gutter frat boy hair I'm renouncing my Canadian citizenship and moving 2 Peru

was legit lookin @ pics from autumn classic n skate canada and i cant believe how short his hair was then, i can not believe i was complainin so much. i am honestly such a whiny bitch lmao this is my punishment

i have mixed feelings because Prince is the best short dance of VM's career so far but then Latch was one of the worst lol. It dragged in a lot of areas, especially the middle, and it never felt complete. I don't hate it by any means but considering we only had 2 free dances left and that was one of them... :| so I'm torn between trusting MF, and then thinking she's one misguided song choice away from ruining VM's swan song.

the thought of mf picking out the music for vm’s last ever fd makes me kind of sad. like yall have no ideas? at all?? ur relying on instagram suggestions and mf’s adult lite fm spotify playlists for inspiration? im surprised n disappointed tbh, like they arent kids anymore, i thought they would take more ownership of their careers. 

but idk we’ll see. whenever i complain a lot, i usually like their material later lol

why do i feel like vm are gonna come out in their sd with despacito... the justin bieber version...

ok who is this person who keeps sending me despacito questions?? you sound like you want it to happen more than anyone else and are trying to will it into existence

It's funny because Tessa is SO cautious about everything she/they say, that she comes off/is rehearsed--I don't understand why she cares so much. They are not politicians or even super famous. Plus most people who watch (excluding Tumblr fans bc they're all extra) watch during high times like Worlds and Olympics. Most people don't watch interviews and press conferences. If they do watch one, it's usually only the fun "game" interviews or the mainstream ones like etalk which they are not tons of

idk what this is in reference to but ok lol. it prob matters to her bc its her life and she cares bc its happening to her? just spitballin here

Oh no what has Max Trankov said I'm scared to know now. If he's a Trump fan I might have to #nopeout lol he’s russian and a male chauvinist pig. he once said he wouldnt do a quad with tati until she had a baby for him...”and then maybe we try”

still gonna stan his trash ass to the end of time tho

Speaking of bad music cuts I could not stand the way HD's music was cut this year. Like I like all the songs they used individually but it just felt so weirdly put together like the songs didn't flow well into the next. The only part I liked was the last part with earned it.

really? i thought earned it was the part that seemed completely out of step with the first 2 pieces of music. the transition was way off and the tempo was so much faster than the other 2

The Facebook q&a is the first time I felt vm are actually compatible enough to be a couple.

should’ve published this steaming hot take when u sent it a month ago bc i have no idea what this is in reference to now

what do you look like?

tired mostly

haha funny how we went from vm are in a relationship to they hate each other.

dont ‘we’ me bitch i have nothing to do with this fandom’s daily emotional yo-yo-ing

Can you explain the Tessa/Kaitlyn Weaver friendship? Are they really friends? Kaitlyn seems like the kind of girl Tessa would make fun of behind her back.

more like kaitlyn weaver is tracy flick and is trying to bring down everyone in her path tbh

I get a bit of a superiority, cold vibe with Tessa, don't you?

no but i dont have self esteem issues

I think people who find Tessa cold and snobby do not get her at all. Yes, she is far from perfect and her feminism is all (...) but to call her cold and unfeeling means you haven't been paying attention at all. Like get off her dick and/or stop following her career.

i dont think shes cold either. standoffish maybe, but i dont feel like thats from superiority or aloofness. some ppl just want to mind their own business and chill?? not everyone’s a chatty cathy like scott

Music stresses me out. The only thing I've gathered from all of the various discussions is they should be exciting but not too exciting because it's an Olympic season. But they shouldn't also be too safe. Like I know you have mentioned various choices that would be good but what would be in your mind the ideal program, both SD and FD. It's their third Olympics, so how do they build on the past while still being fresh but also them. Or do they just not and give the audience what they want?

something original thats not a warhorse but is also audience friendly and is instantly musically palatable to a lot of ppl

so basically mahler

Which songs from moulin rouge should they use?

if they were doing mr (which i doubt), the orchestral score is 500x better than the cheesy ass nonsense from the soundtrack. like come what may with nicole kidman’s tremulous bird vocals and ewan mcgregor literally straining not to pop a vein would almost be too dramatic and Too Much. i think that kind of thing only works for a v specific kitschy, performative kind of team (a la russians) and wouldnt vibe with vm’s super earnest approach at all. but the orchestral score is genuinely moving and effective in a less garish way

but i dont think they’re doing moulin rouge lol

"the movies honestly made it hard 4 me to interpret hermione’s undying loyalty and devotion to harry as anything other than latent sexual attraction tbh lmao" Hahaha, pretty much. Plus, the whole Harry and Ginny thing, even more so in the movies, seemed to come out of nowhere and was cliche as fuck.

is bonnie wright still acting? i’ve seen dead fish more alive than her on screen

LMAO someone posted a clip from VM's show when they were having dinner with WP and they were talking about how WP live together and they ask VM how they deal with one another and LOL I stg I started loling cause their reactions were #priceless. S literally just had a WTF look on his face while he said something hella awkward & T looked like she wanted to slap him. Her follow up that she doesn't think they could ever spend all their time together just cements why they'll never date for me.

lmao that whole scene is so stupid. kaitlyn n andrew r such good friends i swear

Thanks for setting that anon straight. Set some boundaries so that they don't egg on shippers?? WTF. They're fine with doing what they're doing, and if they're dating others, those others are obviously fine with it too. Besides, it's not like they're filming porn or something. If you can't handle it, stop watching them.

idek what these r in reference to anymore but it sounds dumb as hell lmao

Wow I cannot believe that people actually think VM owe fans any explanation for their relationship/partnership. Like we don't know them, we're never going to know them or be friends with them? Why the fuck do they owe fans a detailed explanation of their personal business? I stg these shippers have lost their damn minds. As long as VM continue to put out good programs and do well I couldn't care less what they're doing off ice. Whatever it is it's clearly working for them. You do you VM.

the entitlement of some fans is insane. its STILL happening now with tessa’s ig now too. why dont yall just let her live n let her white-girl post to her hearts content. she is literally doing nothing differently to what every other skater does, idg this absurd criticism

Fr tho both of them have such nice teeth and I've never seen pics of them with braces, like how??!?!

tessa’s r so nice i cant believe she’s never had braces. and they r such a natural white? like u can tell w most skaters that they get it professionally whitened but hers dont have that artificial look at all

Are you in college? Your bio says 23 but it said that last year too.

i actually turned 24 a while ago im just 2 lazy to change it. im in law school currently

I just read an ancient interview with vm where they said Mahler was about getting married or something... WHAT

ya i cant remember if it was them that said or marina that said it tho. i remember a story about a guy who wrote them saying he and his gf were watching mahler at the olympics and once it was over, he was so moved he got down on one knee and proposed to her and marina was like ‘thats what that program is meant to do’ lol

Do you think Zach is a good skater and partner? I keep changing my mind on him.....

he is such a bland, wet noodle - no taste, no flavor, just empty white carbs. its up to madi to add any spark to the team bc she’s the real star, he just stands there and is tall and can lift her

Why the fuck are so many people freaking out because Tessa did not attend a wedding with Scott. 1. They are not dating so there are no reason for Scott to bring her. 2. She has people visiting 3. I bet they don't even hang out off ice 4. I think Scott has a secret girl in Ilderton. 5. TS not dating. I wish people would claim down.

this is so far back in my inbox i have no idea whats happening

I love it that whenever Tessa posts an IG story the fandom goes crazy analyzing and speculating about Scott what there even when he is clearly not Then there there are talks about TS wedding. WTF Soon it will be TS having babies. I am wondering if maybe the fandom (new fans) are mixing reality with those fanfics.

honestly no clue

I know this has been discussed before but I don't get how Scott and Jess even communicated. Jess could barely seem to understand English back then and Scott couldn't speak French. I wonder if them not being able to speak to each other is part of why they lasted so long actually

lol bryce davison actually learned french so he could communicate w/ her. not scott tho lol

I don't think T cares too much about fs friendships the way other skaters do. Of course she's friendly with a lot of them but she's not really close with anyone except her partner, which doesn't really count lol. She has her own friend group outside of skating and that's what she seems to stick to. It's funny you mention Meryl, Brooke, Tanith, and Lauren because they're all still really good friends.

honestly i think skating stressed (stresses?) her out so much back then that she really hated being in that world for too long. i dont blame her for wanting to disconnect and not having to hang out with skaters who just talk about other skaters and skating 24/7

I don't mean this in a mean way. Watching Avatar.  If you paint Meryl's face blue she could be in the movie 

it kills me when ppl say she looks like a disney princess? ya the ant queen from a bugs life maybe

I think Tessa sometimes forget that Scott is a huge part of why they are successful and she wouldn't have all of these deals w amazing brands if they weren't so strong+didn't win everything. it's easy to put her on the pedestal bc she's gorg and can dance, but he should get/deserves just as much credit-- i mean he is the one lifting her and she could not do any of this by herself. sometimes i get the vibe that she thinks she's too good for him. maybe he's not as fancy, but he has a heart of gold

i’ve literally never gotten that she thinks she’s too good for him...? they go out of their way to pay each other compliments all the time and dont even jokingly diss on each other. its actually kind of weird that after knowing each other so long their relationship isnt just one long roast section where they talk shit about each other bc thats what my relationship w/ all my lifelong friends r like....but then again im a flinty bitch and they’re super earnest and emo like all the time. like i bet they both cry during sex

i find it kinda gross, disturbing and a bit pathetic that so many people feel the need to write erotic fan fiction about Tessa and Scott--like they are real people not characters, and it's kinda creepy that people spend so much time writing and reading them. Also, i would pay a million dollars to have someone show TS what people write about them--they would literally die and so would i--some fans are kinda extreme crazy

u know how on graham norton when he’s always showing celebs really erotic fanfic and fanart of themselves and they’re just dying of embarrassment?? i would literally pay everything in my bank account (so like....twenty dollars) for someone to do that to vm

omg it's gonna be so awk when tessa and scott have to see klawes...poor klawes, she just could not hold a candle to tessa. still don't know why klawes still follows tessa's insta--like i would unfollow and would not wanna see some of the pics t posts of TS giving each other lovey looks/touchy regardless of whether ts are together or not. also, it's never like t and klawes would actually be friends bc they're polar opposites

v disappointed that the olympic summit did not deliver on this #drama

tessa and kl were real friends tho, i think its sweet. and its nice they still keep in touch even tho scott is a dog

Are you a fan of tessa's style? She wears so much expensive yet ugly shit in my opinion.

lmao no. i think some of her casual wear is cute, but she wears some of the most hideous high fashion shit ever when she’s going out. like that blue carpet jumpsuit? yall know wht im talking about. those hideous trousers??? also she wears an unbelievable amount of boring black dresses

also gf needs to do smth with her hair. tired of her high bun and slick pony. she looks way cuter w/ her hair down imo

Do you think Tessa pays for all the Adidas stuff she wears?

no she def gets it for free. i was a walk-on my freshman yr of college for half a second and even i got a bunch of free shit from nike

How do u as an ed sheeran unstanner feel about ts doing these songs their obviously using him for the sd next season and i wouldnt be suprised if they use him for the fd as well

reading this made my cholesterol go up

really hope they're exhausting all the ed sheeran options now so they won't actually use it for comps lol

ngl i do kind of dig that embarrassing white boy rapping galway girl song but that cld prob just be my girl saorise ronan hypnotizing me like she always does

Minus the horrific man bun, do you think Scott's hot? Also, do you think Tessa finds him attractive?

no and probably yes now that hes so fug

Do you think Scott's attractive?? Also, do you think Tessa being told she's beautiful constantly on sm has made her get a big head--she often comes across as a bit cold and stuck up prancing around in her $1000 + outfits? Love her and she's gorgeous but...

some of yall need to stop projecting your shit onto tessa for real 

Power plays of the figure skating journalists. Inside Skating does a very literal interview and article with P/C which blows up and then they go to Jackie Wong so he can basically write up a damage control press release. Kind of fascinating to see both journalists doing their thing with the same content. Hard to believe Inside Skating didn't think their article would create a storm. Interesting.

speaking of jackie, skaters r really going to him for their exclusives now huh? dying that ashley gave him her big la la land fluff piece instead of tsl. pays 2 be nice and kiss ass

Doesn't look like KH/JLB will have much of a chance to advance cuzis so crowded with the current seniors not retiring and juniors moving up. KH/JLB needs to work on their twizzles, thier lines, skating skills, chemistry looks promising. Some of those junior and senior teams should consider representingif they want a chance at aCanada doesn't have any promising teams once VM-WP retire. I feel like CB, SS, HD ain't retiring till they win Wch or OG which may never with PC around.

hawayek/baker could prob skate for gb because jean-luc has citizenship and carreira/ponomarenko could prob skate for canada bc she’s from montreal but i doubt the us fed is letting either of them go. they’ve invested way too much at this point. i don’t think c/p need to move tho, i think they’re talented to rise organically through the ranks. i think they’re more likely to be us #1 instead of not tbh

I don't understand the whole David and Tessa affair; like some people say it happened after he was separated and others talk like it was a full blown affair. The only thing I do know is that her being called a "homewrecker" or anything else of that nature makes me want to punch something because it's disgusting, and it's society go-to response. Be cruel to the woman and basically give the man a free pass. But maybe he received shit, too? I just never heard about it.

i think he was basically separated but not divorced when it happened

Do you think if TS and Cappelini and Lanotte switched partners they would be a good team?

lol no. anna’s not a great skater and luca looks like he’s shorter than tessa

Wait is that Tessa's ex Semple in that photo you posted of her pre and post nose job? Cause if so damn does she lowball herself. Like she could have such better looking guys I do not understand. Girl is very pretty she needs someone to help her pick better guys.

~we accept the love we think we deserve~~

I think T is cringeworthy as a speaker bc she's sooo gd rehearsed. Not a things she says comes across like she didn't practice it in the bathroom mirror 75 times that morning. She would be pretty good if she could lose even half the pretension in her delivery and tossed out the eye rolly words she keeps littering the sentences with like privilege and journey.

they honestly both suck. she’s worse than he is, but they’re both super stiff. and they always do this forced banter bit at the start which just seems so awkward lol

That one anon pointing that some have denied the nose surgery - this is exactly what annoys me about those shipper blogs, not that they are shippers (you can want them two to be together- that by itself doesn't bother me), but their ways and how they always have to insist on vm's perfect image - they all get so upset and aggressive when you point some issue out, like why would you deny Tessa has done a nose job... so out of touch! vm are interesting exactly cause they're real people with flaws

i can not believe ppl r denying her nose job. like yo its right there. it does lend credence to my theory that all shipprs r just hallucinating n seeing things that arent there tho

If Tessa and Scott did hook up while officially with SOs I have a feeling they wouldn't consider it cheating.

ok lmao??? im sure something extremely profound i said provoked this

how rich do u think scott and tessa are???

prob millionaires by the time 2018 comes around if they get their sponsorships

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i might do part 2 later if i can be bothered... but nothing really makes sense out of context lol, its like watching charlie kaufman do slam poetry

#Anonymous #vm #fs