Didnt Even Read It Yet But I Know Its Going To Be Amazing. Jordan Never Disappoints.

Didn’t even read it yet but i know it’s going to be Amazing. Jordan never disappoints.

a/n: okay, here it is! a lot of you really wanted me to post this on here, SO THAT MEANS I’M GONNA SEE LOTS OF FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS, RIGHT?! Can’t wait to know what you think of this one! [Patreon] [Buy Me A Coffee] (not proofread) I was inspired by a lot of different things with this, it’s sort of like Scarlet Witch meets The Dragon Prince meets ATLA??? Also, Harry is a major himbo in this, and we love that for him.

Warnings: angst, fluff, flirting, magical fighting, smut (rim job)

Words: 22K

Pairing: Harry x OC (Amber Hale)

Song Inspo: High For This - The Weeknd

“What do you do with a BA in English?” The age-old question that was coined from the hit musical, Avenue Q. Harry thought he had the answer to that question, and it was go to graduate school to get his MEd in English. He’d get his K-12 certification, not that he wanted to work in a K-12 school system. No, he wanted to be a literary professor. He wanted to be able to have high level discussions about the classics, post-modernism, film adaptations, and more. He loved reading, ever since he was a little kid there was a book in his hands. There was just something about getting lost in a world that someone else created for a bit, and then analyzing the shit out of it.

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The Heart Wants What it Wants

pairing: seokjin x reader

rating: 18 + mature

genre/tags: angst, smut, cheating, self-worth, loss of trust, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up), forgiveness

warnings: none

word count: 4104

summary: You thought what you had with him was solid, until it wasn’t.

a/n: i do not glamorize or condone cheating. this is fiction although some parts were taken from my personal experiences.

He hurt you like no other man had in your life. He made you fall in love with him, believe in him in such a way, that you thought he would be yours forever. He made you think you were the only woman he needed, until that wasn't true anymore. The day you found out he cheated was the day he ripped your heart out and burned it to ashes. He left a part of you empty, to the point where you felt it gnawing at the corners of your mind. He'd ruined you for other men. You'd fuck them and only see his face in all of them. You'd come and scream out his name instead. He haunted your mind, body and soul. For a whole year he tried to contact you but you ignored every one of his calls. Until those calls stopped and his best friend told you he'd moved away.

You didn't know when you would be over him or if you could even stop loving him one day. The only thing you were certain of right now was that you needed to concentrate on your art gallery's opening ceremony. After so much hard work, you finally achieved your dream of opening your own place. A place that, right now, was filled with people who actually wanted to be there and truly admired your work.

You were feeling a little nervous but you still took the mic to say a couple of words to your guests.

"Good evening, everyone. I just wanted to take a couple of minutes to thank all of you for being here. This is such a special day for me. One that wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for this beautiful woman; my mother, Eva. Mom, please come up here," you reached out to your mother, helping her up on the small stage.

"She was there for me every step of the way. When I didn't believe in myself, she believed enough for the both of us. So, thank you mom. For everything," with glassy eyes, she turned to hug you and whispered in your ear how proud of you she was. "Once again, thank you all and please, enjoy your evening." Everyone raised their champagne flutes to toast in your honor.

As you made your way off the stage, you swore you saw someone familiar at the back of the gallery.

"No. It can't be. Why would he be here?" you whispered to yourself. "Excuse me," you wove between a small crowd gathered near one of your paintings to get to the man. The man was looking at one of your paintings when you called his name. "Jin?"

When he turned around to look at you, you felt your heart beat a little faster. The heart you thought you no longer had. One thing about Seokjin, he could be an arrogant motherfucker, but you didn't see any of that in his eyes as you looked into them.

"Y/n," congratulations."

"What are you doing here?" you snapped.

"I heard you were opening a gallery. I remember all the times you mentioned wanting to own a place like this. It was your dream and you made it come true. And I missed you. I've missed you so much y/n. I needed to see you," he moved closer to you and stopped when you stepped away from him. The hurt in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Seokjin please, I can't do this right now. Not here," you whispered. You heard the fast clicking of heels and you automatically knew who it was coming your way.

"Shit, here we go," you said annoyed.

"Seokjin? Is that you?" your mother embraced him. You never told her the real reason why you two broke up. She loved him and when she found out about your break up, she cried.

"Ma'am, look at you! You get younger and more beautiful as time passes," you rolled your eyes at him.

"Oh Seokjin, always the charmer," your mother chuckled. She cupped his face and looked at him lovingly.

Honestly? He had that affect on everyone, men and women alike. He just had that aura that pulled you in and had you hanging on every one of his words. He was very handsome, charming, funny, smart and such a great fuck. God, was he he amazing in bed. Just the thought of those days you would spend in bed for hours just pleasing each other had your breath hitching. While your mother kept talking, he only looked at you and you swore he knew what you were thinking. If his shit-eating grin told you anything, it was that he knew the effect he still had on you.

"I'll leave you two to catch up then, it's great seeing you again, sweetheart," your mother kissed him on the cheek and left to tend to your guests.

"I love your mom, she's always been good to me," he smiled.

You scoffed, "Yeah I think she loves you more than me," you half joked.

"Impossible," he sighed. "You're her whole world, just like you were mine."

"Seokjin, don't." you warned.

"Please y/n, we have to talk. Just hear me out, it's been so long. I'm sorry I showed up in here like this but I couldn't leave things the way they were, I..."

"Okay, okay. We can talk, just not here and not right now," you whispered. "Maybe after I'm done here."

He nodded, "I'm staying at The Grand. If you're comfortable with that, I'm staying in room 875."

"Fine, just go. I'll meet you at 10 pm," you said.

"By the way, you look so stunning in that dress," he said, eyeing your frame. You wore a long but simple skin tight black dress with spaghetti straps, with a mid thigh slit on the right leg. You scoffed and walked away, hiding a smile.

You couldn't stop looking at your watch. You wanted to meet with Seokjin and at the same time you didn't. You knew he was going to ask you to forgive him and take him back. And damn it, you really wanted to, but he'd hurt you so much. Trust, for you was everything. Once someone broke that, it was hard for you to look at them the same way again. You still loved him, and the thought of having sex with someone else while still being with him, was unfathomable to you. So, if he loved you like he said, still says, then how was he capable of doing it to you?

It was almost 10 pm and guests were already leaving. You looked at your watch one more time when your mother came up to you.

"Are you meeting with him?" she asked.

"With who?" you said feigning innocence.

"Y/n, I'm your mother, not stupid. You're meeting with Seokjin aren't you?"

You let out a sigh and nodded, "We have a talk pending."

"Look honey, I don't know what happened between you two—and I hope one day you can confide in me and tell me when you're ready—all I ask is for you to listen to what he has to say. If you want to forgive him or not that's your choice. But, whatever that choice is, make sure you can live with it. You're my daughter and I want you to be happy and have no regrets. You deserve someone you can count on always," your mother hugged you and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you mom, I really needed that. I love you."

"I love you too honey, now go and have that talk. I've got this here," she assured you.

As you rode the elevator up to his floor, you tried thinking about anything else to try and calm down. Your palms were sweaty and your throat felt dry. You had no idea which way this all would go but you hoped you could still get through it. Was he feeling as nervous as you were? No. Probably not.

But you were wrong. There was nothing in this whole world Seokjin wanted more than your forgiveness. He wanted you back in his life and he would do whatever it took to make you his again. The day he woke up next to another woman's body was the day everything felt apart for him. He panicked because he couldn't remember having sex with her. But they were both naked, a used condom on the floor and hickeys all over his chest and neck. He felt disgusted in himself. He knew he needed to tell you. You guys were never apart from each other for more than a day and those hickeys wouldn't disappear so quickly. He knew you would suspect something, so he figured coming clean would be best. He believed you would forgive him if he told you the truth of his mistake right away, but instead it broke you completely.

He never forgot the look on your face as he told you. The absolute despair and sadness that took over your eyes. The way you screamed at him to leave and never come back. The wail you let out, which he heard from outside your apartment as he leaned against the door, unbeknownst to you. His heart broke into a million tiny pieces as he just listened to you crying, because he knew that whatever he felt, you felt it a million times worse.

So there you were, in front of his door, hands shaking and your mind going a mile a minute. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He opened right away and he looked almost relieved that you actually showed up. He knew you didn't have to but you still came, and that gave him hope. He moved aside to let you in and you took off your heels before walking into the living room where he offered you a seat on a large white couch.

"Can I offer you a drink?"

"Just water thanks," you said. You watched him as he went to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. His hair was longer and his body seemed leaner. He wore comfortable clothes, a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. He smiled at you as he handed you the water. You looked anywhere else but at him while you drank.

He sat next to you on the couch. Seokjin studied your face, admiring every feature he loved about you. He thought you looked as beautiful as ever, even more so. Although you were only there to talk, he couldn't stop stealing glances at your leg, which peeked out from the slit of your dress. The man remembered how smooth your skin was and couldn't help but want to touch you.

"Well, I'm here. Say what you need to say," you put the water bottle down on the coffee table and finally looked at him. You noticed his eyes flick from your leg to your eyes and you tried to ignore it.

"The day everything happened I didn't get to apologize properly. I-"

"You mean the day you told me you cheated on me," you said, cutting him off.

"Yes. I cheated and I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I need you to know that I did love you. I still do. I hate that I put myself in that situation. I regret drinking the way I did that night to the point where I couldn't even remember what I had done," he went on.

"That's not an excuse, Seokjin."

"No, please understand. I'm not making excuses. Nothing can excuse what I did to you. I just want you to know how it all happened," he said. "As you know, I went out with the guys to celebrate Seojoon's birthday. We were all just so excited to be hanging out together after so long and we just took shots after shots joking around and having a good time when some women came over to hang with us," he stopped for a couple of seconds, almost contemplating if he should say more.

"Go on. Just say what you have to say. I came here to listen and try to understand," you said. You felt your stomach flip at the thought of just him telling you all the ways the woman pleasured him in ways you couldn't, but that part never came.

"Honestly, I don't remember much after that and I swear this is the absolute truth. Although I know we had sex I can't remember. I only know she had dark hair and a small tattoo on the back of her shoulder because when I woke up that morning, she was asleep facing down. I didn't even see her face. I just got dressed and ran out of there."

He was saying the truth, but you, of course had no way of knowing that for sure. A tiny part of you—as fuck up as it probably is—was relieved that he didn't remember. It spared you from more hurt. You could see it in his eyes that he was sorry. You saw the regret all over his face. Seokjin was desperate for your forgiveness but, forgiving and forgetting were two very different things. You weren't sure how you knew, but somehow you did feel he still loved you, that he probably never stopped, just like you never stopped.

"Have you seen that woman again?" you asked.

"No. Of course not. I don't even know who she was," he said sincerely. "Y/n, you have to know that I completely understand how much I hurt you. That the trust you had in me broke. But I need you to know that I would never, ever willingly hurt you. God, I love you so much it hurts. The time I spent apart from you have been the hardest days of my life. And I know it doesn't compare at all to what I put you through, but please know that if you forgive me, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I can't see myself with anyone else but you. You're the love of my life," he had tears in his eyes. Tears that caused a sob to come out of you.

Seokjin just held you as you cried. You took in his scent. Oh, how you missed his scent and the beating of his heart. How his arms felt around you because you'd never felt safer when you were in them. You looked up at him and wiped a tear from his cheek.

"I forgive you," you whispered. His eyes widened in shock. Although he had hope, he didn't expect to hear those three words. "But Seokjin, I..."

He crashes his lips on yours desperately and you instantly melt into it as he pulls you closer to his chest. You'd missed him completely and absolutely, your heart and mind were one in that moment when just a couple of minutes ago they were warring against each other. You slide your hands up the back of his head, tugging at his hair and he can't help but deepen the kiss. Sliding his tongue inside your mouth, the taste of your sweetness teasing him and when a moan escapes your mouth, he grabs onto your waist and lays you on the couch.

He continues to kiss you as his hand travels down your exposed leg and back up again to stop at your breast. You gasp as your clothed nipple brushes passed his thumb. Noticing your reaction, Seokjin reaches for your dress strap to slide it down your arm to expose your breast. He takes your hardened nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, then flicks at it with his tongue before trapping it between he's teeth. Your back arches and you moan, your sounds causing his cock to twitch against your thigh.

"Your nipples were always so deliciously sensitive. I've missed them," he said as he took the other nipple into his mouth.

You ground your hips on him trying to create friction. He let go of your nipple and sat back to look at you panting. You noticed the tent in his pants and quickly sat up to let it free but he grabbed your wrists to stop you.

"No, I'm going to make you feel good tonight," he whispered to you as he kissed your wrists delicately. He then pulls you to him and picks you up to take you to his room.

His clothes and yours are on the floor in a flash before he has you on his bed, your legs spread for him and his face in between your thighs eating you out like a man starved. He'd missed your taste, the warmth of your cunt on his tongue and the noises you made as he pleasured you.

"Fuck, right there, ah yes," you moan as he slips his fingers inside your slippery walls and sucks on your clit. Your hands come down on his head, your fingers curling in his locks. Your hips buck when he teases your clit with his teeth.

"Wanna fuck yourself on my mouth, baby?" he looks at you with a smirk on his face.

"Yes," you pant. He quickly gets up to lay on his back when you bring one leg over his head to straddle him. He grabs your hips and pulls you down on his mouth, his tongue entering your hole. He reaches up to cup your breasts as you ride his tongue, your clit grazing the tip of his nose. Your whole body is already so sensitive you feel your walls clenching and the feel of them makes him moan, causing tiny vibrations that makes you climax in a matter of seconds. He looks up at you as you come in his mouth. He loved watching you as you came. He took everything you gave him but he wanted more.

As soon as you come back down from your high, his arms hook under legs and his hands grip your waist to lay you on your back. He just stares at you for a couple of seconds. He can't believe he has you like this because he thought he never would again. He was so in love with you. He still couldn't believe you forgave him. And what he said earlier was true. He would spend the rest of his life making it up to you.

You still loved him so much and right now, you only wanted to get lost in him and the way he made you feel. Your eyes look down at his cock, so hard and dripping with precum.

"Fuck me Jin," you breathe out. He bites on his bottom lip and rams into you as you gasp loudly at the sensation of him filling you up to the hilt. His abs tense with every thrust which has you practically salivating. You forgot how hot his body was.

He looks down at where you two are connected, watching his dick slip in and out of your pussy. He can't believe how wet you are and it only spurs him on. He feels your walls clenching around his hard cock and he grunts loudly relishing in the moment.

"Shit, I love how tight you are, can't believe how good you always feel," he hits your spot with every hard thrust and you feel your orgasm close. You feel him twitch and you know he's close too. He lowers his head to meet your lips and you both kiss as he keeps fucking you until you both come. He moans and grunts against the crook of your neck as ropes of white, paint your walls. Your body convulses as you moan out the name of the only man you've wanted in your arms this whole time.

Seokjin lays next to you right after he cleans you up, looking into your eyes as he moves strands of hair away from your face. After a couple of minutes, you notice his eyes slowly closing until sleep takes over him. You needed to tell him so many things. Things you didn't get a chance to before he kissed you and made you forget. You knew, deep down what you had to do. But for a couple of minutes more you just stared at his beautiful sleeping face. At how his gorgeous lips parted as he breathed and at how his jet black hair fell over his forehead. Your hand reached out to move some of his hair away. Your fingers lightly traced his full lips, his nose, his jawline. You were getting emotional again so you got up quickly and padded towards the bathroom to shower.

The love of your life was still asleep as you got dressed, not moving an inch. He must've been so tired. You wanted to talk to him and finish your conversation from earlier but you knew you wouldn't get through it. You knew that if he tried to kiss you again, you would forget to think for yourself, so instead, you grabbed a notepad and a pen from the desk and started writing him a letter.

Jin,

This isn't how I originally intended to do it, but we both know I wouldn't have gone through with what I needed to say otherwise. I love you. God, I love you so much. I believe it when you say you love me, too. I believe it when you say you didn't mean to hurt me, I saw the truth in your eyes as you were telling me everything that happened. I believe you and that's why I could forgive you. But you see, although I forgave you, I never said I would go back to you. What you did will never leave my mind. Something like that is hard to forget, probably nearly impossible. I know myself, and If I were to tell you that I both forgive and forget, I'd be lying to you. Because although the former is true, the latter would be impossible for me to achieve.

If I were to stay with you, how long would it be until we have an argument and I bring up your cheating? The trust is completely gone. I'll be thinking about the next time you won't mean to hurt me and you'll be walking on eggshells trying to avoid me bringing it up again. What kind of life would that be for us? You deserve to start over. Clean slate and all that, with someone new you can build trust with because for us, that's impossible now. It wouldn't be fair for either of us to stay in a relationship where there's no trust. Where past mistakes will be brought up every time we get angry at each other.

Maybe it might've worked out if I wasn't who I was, but that's just how my mind works. So, even though my heart is breaking all over again as I write this, I have to let you go. You have to let me go. I have to do what's best for me. I didn't used to think much of myself before, but that's changed in the past year. I don't regret what we did tonight, it was beautiful. I guess somehow it was like our last goodbye. Now I ask for you to forgive me, because although I love you with everything I have, I learned to love myself a little more.

Love,

Y/n

You couldn't stop the tears falling from your eyes as you finished writing the letter. You felt like you were dying inside but you knew this is what you needed to do for yourself. Just like he deserved a new beginning, so did you. You left the letter near your pillow and stared at him for a few more seconds, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. You smiled as memories of the both of you together played in your mind. Beautiful memories that would stay with you for a long time. You left the bedroom in search for your heels and when you found them, you walked out of his suite, a little sad but with a lot hope for your future. Because finally, for the first time in a very long time, you had put yourself first and you knew that was the one decision you could absolutely live with.

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the art of wanting | jjk (m/nc17)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, a lil bit of plot 

>>word count: 10.3k literally why cant i write anything short ever hhhh

>>warnings: cute baby!!!, jk being a good dad, he likes to garden :(, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, handjob, coming in pants, AYOOO OC GOT A FAT COOCHIE, lowkey body worship, fat coochie supremacy, oral (m/f), safe sex, sexual tension, praise, multiple orgasms, eye contact, jk likes to watch 🥴, asking for permission, jk’s lowkey controlling i guess but it’s soft and like not toxic lol, PLAYFUL use of the word ‘daddy’, no actual daddy kink 🙄, dirty talk

>>notes: idk what it is, but something about actual dads being called ‘daddy’ in a sexy way just does not sit right w me 😐 so i did not include the d word in any sexy context sry daddie luvers, maybe next time !! anyway! late vday one shot!! didn’t turn out as good as i wanted, but i still hope you enjoy! sorry for any mistakes; this is not beta’d lol

>>summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you.

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Gold Rush

Gleaming, twinkling,

eyes like sinking,

ships on waters,

So inviting, I almost jump in,

-Gold Rush by Taylor Swift

A slow burn AU where Harry is the Prince of everybody’s dreams and Y/n’s mind turns his life to folklore, even if everything is ambiguous and as unsettled as the next bird you get to see.

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Warnings/ What to expect:  Royal Au,Fluff, rocks of angst in a river of longing+ tension, no smut, don’t ask me which era this is, myths, symbolism, long forgotten superstitions( I am trying to do justice to that lyricism here, spare me) Dagger burning, An era where fashion is real good, Stewardess here is a rank of nobility and means the head of palace staff(nothing about face value, nothing derogatory), lots of birds, everything wrong with the society, long ass deep conversations(do we have them anymore these days? Good thing this is set in some undefined era in history), stupid conversations. Finally, *takes deep breath, checks microphone, yells* LONG HAIR HARRY IS THE REAL PRINCE HARRY, I’M NOT SORRY, I MAKE THE RULES. Y/n doesn’t like a gold rush and I raise Itallyrry to give you Italian-speaking-Prince-Harry with long hair. Ft. Outfits from the another man photoshoot.

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