but everytime they try to talk to each other nothing gets across

There’s Nothing Holding Us Back (Part. 1/?) | Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by a-lovesweet

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Words : 1532

A/N: This is my first imagine ever so please be gentle, i’m french so excuse me if i made some mistakes i tried my best :) I decided to pick Jeff because i clearly had a crush on him since the first time i saw him in 13RW and we all agree HE DESERVED BETTER. I will try to write other imagine about him and the rest of the cast so send me some requests if you want. And for this one, there will be probably 4 parts I guess :)

Enjoy and spread love

- Mathilde :) xx




You’ve been watching every details of your reflection in the mirror since ten minutes, just to find something that you could change. Something you could improve. If your shirt was good enough, even though it probably is the seventh that you tried. You know Jeff will arrive in about thirty minutes but you didn’t even decided about what you will wear tonight. There are must be fifteen different outfits scattered in your room, proving your indecision.

“Whatever you’re wearing, he will like you.” You can’t help but jump when you hear your best friend’s voice, Clay. He’s leaning on the door, still wearing his favorite hoodie. You didn’t even hear the doorbell or Clay climbing the stairs because you were too focused on your flaws. You smile at him while he’s sitting on the edge of you bed, where luckily there weren’t any clothes. “I’m sorry, Clay. I didn’t notice you were here.” His lips stretch in a mocking smile. “That’s what I’ve seen.”

You let yourself fall beside him, completly desesperate. You known him since seven months but he has quickly become someone very important for you. It was him who’s been charged to show you the Liberty High the day you arrived. You just couldn’t be far from each other since that day. All of your afternoons spent together in the library allowed you two to found out common grounds. Especially Comics. Being a big fan of Marvel, particurlarly the Winter Soldier, you just couldn’t let him criticise Bucky Barnes - who clearly deserved better. And the bound become wider.

He can do something for you. He can help you with Jeff. He knows him, right ? Plus, Clay has been talking with him about Hannah. You were hoping that the baseball player could have told him what he likes in girls. “I just can’t make a choice. It’s like I can’t get dressed anymore.” He giggles at what you said and you let your head laid on his shoulder. A bra suddenly appears in front of your face and Clay shakes it. “You really want to get it on with him, huh ?” You try to push him on the floor than laugh with him. “Fuck off, Jensen.”

“I just can’t understand why you’re so scared about this date. He has seen you without makeup, all sweaty and with your awful morning face.” You stick out your tongue at him. He’s not wrong but he just can not understand. Even though all of your gym class didn’t scare Jeff, you still wanted to be the prettiest girl in his eyes. “Look Clay, boys can only wear a jean and they still appear to be handsome. But girls need to feel beautiful, desired by guys. Get it ?” 

“Yes, but…” He’s been shutted by the ringbell. Of course, it’s Hannah who goes into your room, smiling. “Hello, Y/N. Hi, Helmet.” You give her a smile while Clay was just blushing. He blushed even more when she sat next to him. He can make fun of your sexy underwear but his reaction everytime Hannah is around him is a lot more funny. The poor guy loses confidence and becomes all nervous. You really have to do something to help these lovebirds. “You both wanted to stress me even more, don’t you ?” 

“Helmet called me. And the situation is worst than I expected.” You turn to Clay who is smart enough to understand your question. “Your brother. He saw how much you seemed to be lost and since your parents aren’t home, he called me.” It’s as if you didn’t have anyone but Clay as a friend. Although, this is not totally false. But there are also Tony and Skye with whom you get on well.

And there’s Hannah. A new student like you with whom you created a true friendship since you helped each other in physics class. You tried to talk with other students like the famous groupe friends of Justin Foley but you didn’t appreciate the way they treated Hannah. So you prefered hang out with the “biggest ass” of the school instead of completly douchebags.

“What Jeff told you about your date ?” Clay is trying to reassure you making conversation with you while Hannah has her head in your closet. She really wants to help you. “Barely nothing.” you respond. She hands you a navy blue blouse that goes up to your neck, one of your favorite shirt. “Wear this one. It suits you well and I’m sure, he’ll fall for you.” Just before putting it on, you turn to Clay so that he looks somewhere else. Of course, he has seen you in swimsuit at Bryce’s parties — where you forced him to go with you — but it wasn’t the same thing as underwear. Hannah is helping you to zip up in the back and as she said, you looked pretty cute wearing this shirt.

Jeff has to pick you up at 7, you only have 8 minutes to finish preparing you — you still have to do your makeup and put on some perfume then pick out you shoes. “Don’t you have work tonight ?” You didn’t pay attention until now but they are helping you instead of working at Cresmont. “There are two new and young employees who wanted to prove they can handle the job.“ Perfect. They can see each other anywhere else than the Cresmont or the school. 

You know how to do your makeup so it only takes you 5 minutes to do it. Of course, even a date won’t separate you from your eternal pairs of Nike. All covered with little drawings from Clay, Hannah and even Jeff. There’s also a little smiley with cross eyes from Justin Foley — he made it at the first party you came at the start of the year. Your favorite one will always be the one from Tony, two little laurel leaving on each side of your shoes.* But above all, you take his letterman jacket that he gave you after one of his baseball games. From this moment, you’ve had a big sign above your head saying “Taken by Jeff Atkins. Don’t touch”. And you kind of liked that. Getting you rid of assholes like Monty de le Cruz. And you were considered being more than just a friend to him.

“What are you going to do after I go ?” You give Clay a chance to propose her to do something together. “Maybe watch a movie ?” You were praying that Clay make the first step but Jeff decided to distract you from your goal. He has the chance you like him a lot because you totally could ask him to come back later.

You froze in the middle of your room while it feels like your heart will come out of your chest. “Shit. I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I can’t…” Okay, you’re gonna pee on yourself in about two seconds. “Shut up, Y/N. Everything will be alright. Just take a breath and calm down.” Clay wasn’t the type of guy to swear. But you knew that when he does it, it was because something particularly affected him. He was the calm one between you two. “C'mon, Y/N. It’s not as if it was Sebastian Stan** who was here to pick you up. It’s just Jeff Atkins. But for fuck’s sake, it’s still Jeff Atkins.”

“Now, stand up and join your boy.” he pursued. You give them a quick hug. “Thank you, guys.” Just before you step out of the room, Hannah took your hand, looking deep in yours eyes. “Please. Do not miss this chance.” You smile at her, thinking of all the times she pushed you and Jeff to recognize your feelings. Jeff was having a chat with your brother about the next baseball game. They were in the same team and you were relieved to know that they get along well. Your brother knew how kind and gentle was Jeff so there was no problem with you two hanging out.

They stop their conversation as you make your way to them. He’s wearing a white t-shirt highlighting his suntanned skin. God, he’s beautiful. “You ready to go ?” You can’t help but feel a little hurt because he didn’t say anything. Even if you’re just wearing a shirt with a pair of pants and you had his jacket, you were still hoping he would say something. “Yep. We can go.” You give a kiss to your brother just before leaving and following Jeff to his car.

“I didn’t want to make you feel unconfortable by making this in front of your little brother and Clay and Hannah who were clearly spying us but…” He’s looking at you with his beautiful smile. His legendary smile that makes all the girls fall in love with him. He’s running his hand across your face to your lips, caressing it with his thumb. Then presses it while your heart is beating more and more.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you a few millimeters next to your lips, just where his thumb was. Even though he didn’t kiss you, the contact of his lips on your cheek totally electrified your all body. Jeff then took your hand and didn’t let it go until you arrived. 



*so I was thinking about harry styles’ tattoo for this drawing.

**he’s the one who plays Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) in Captain America.

Who You Belong To

Description:  Jungkook has noticed you flirting with Taehyung for quite awhile and has finally decided you need to be reminded of who you belong to.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8647

Warning: Dom!Jungkook, daddy kink, spanking, minor breath play, thigh riding, hair pulling, punishment, possessiveness

A/N: This is a happy birthday present to @avveh who has been my sounding board for literally every one of these fics.  She helps come up with general plots (what little plots I have in these smuts), what kinks to throw in, even some of the dirty talk, so of course I owed her a birthday present full of her favorite things.

The entire idea for this smut started between the two of us when the Bangtan Bomb for Sope-me was released.  We are possessive smut trashy fangirls and created an entire scenario based on the moment Jungkook got water and looked at something with, what interpreted as, a jealous look.  This is the kind of friendship we have.  We feed each other’s delusions.

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Figuring it out (finally)

Pairing: Deamus (Seamus x Dean)

Notes: I finally did it, Starr. I wrote a goddamn deamus fic @sleepy-loopin

Thanks to @stripygirl for beta me ♥


Seamus had been avoiding Dean for almost five days in a row now.

At the beginning he disappeared only one or two hours from the side of his best friend. Just to feel like he was still an individual person and not that kind of two headed human that people seemed to think they were. Because Seamus was always with Dean, that was a fact not a fact that made him proud, but a fact.

When Dean started to date Ginny, those hours of “free will” weren’t his decision but a reasonable matter. Y'see, Dean wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, exploring her mouth with his avid tongue, probably playing some sort of join-the-dots with her freckles and his calloused hands, and maybe later pin her down on the bed and– Well, yeah, the thing was that Dean wanted to spend time with Ginny and Seamus didn’t want to be the third wheel. It felt wrong in the human decency sense and at the same time it made his stomach feel sick. But mostly it was because of the human decency thing.

That’s when they stopped being Dean-and-Seamus and started being Dean and Seamus. And it felt weird but mostly fine. He sometimes felt that he missed his friend and those were natural feelings or at least that’s what Harry had told him he had kind of the same problem with Ron and Lavender. But that dreadful feeling didn’t last long since once Dean and Ginny had their amicable break up, Dean and Seamus started once again to be Dean-and-Seamus. Or at least for a while.

When Seamus started to feel once again like an entity with two heads, he tried not to panic. Wasn’t easy, but hey he was a strong guy who could face his fears and it all was well. Until he started to notice the weird looks of their classmates everytime he put a bit of a distance - hey, he was a strong guy but sometimes you need to take a break. People were more surprised at him for not taking Dean’s hand or not hugging him senseless than he was. And that was something to say.

So he started noticing it too. 

The way Dean brushed his hair off his face in Potions or the way Dean’s fingers brushed with his everytime he took the lead on the potion making process. The way he always rested his head on Dean’s shoulder when they were on the library, just to aknowledge him in return. How Dean guided him by pushing the lower part of his back. Or how he bit his fingers until they almost bleeded each time Dean was on detention with Snape. And many, many more things but yeah, the point was made. 

He, himself, Seamus Finnigan, noticed how things were working between the two of them. And the strong man fled.

It wasn’t like he wanted to avoid Dean for all eternity - even the thought of that made him wince in pain. But he wanted to sort out why the bloody hell things had developed like this. Y'see, Seamus wasn’t the kind of friend who got really attached to others. Actually when he was a kid he was pretty friendly but he had his boundaries kinda settled and that’s why he tried to remember in which exact moment everything had changed. Probably sharing a room with your best friend changes lot of things but to the let’s-share-clothes-if-everything-is-in-the-laundry-basquet kind not the I’m-gonna-drag-you-across-the-school-holding-hands kind.

But maybe that was because Dean was a very physical friend; he wasn’t sure. So he tried to watch him interact with others. He knew it looked pretty much like stalking but no, he was just watching for research purposes. But Dean never let himself go, never more than a hug. No brushing anyone’s hair behind their ear nor taking anyone’s hand nor bro-snuggles nor anything else. And it was weird, soothing also but mostly weird. Deep inside himself, Seamus knew that otherwise he would have felt jealous. And that’s… that’s not good.

So yeah, he had been avoiding Dean for the last five days, trying to figure something out that he already knew but couldn’t actually accept. But now he’s here in front of Dean’s bed while the former was reading a book and didn’t even look up at him.

“I have to tell you something.”, Seamus breathed out playing with his hands, just to break contact a few seconds later and clean the sweat of his palms on his trousers.

“If you’re gonna tell me that Slughorn told you that you’ll not pass Potions, then save it”, Dean’s eyes still glued to the book. Seamus could feel the way his muscles tensed even more, a small irking feeling growing in his chest.

“What–? No, the bloody hell? Haven’t you noticed that I was avoiding you?”, suddenly he felt stupid at saying that since the whole point of avoiding someone is not letting them know you are actually doing it. The need of swallowing the words just to stop screwing things up mixed with the feeling of the tip of his ears getting hot.

Dean shrugged, still reading that goddamn book on his hands. “You always do that for a couple of days once in a while. This time it was a little bit more but it’s fine”, he said while turning the page nonchalantly. Seamus couldn’t quite figure out if he felt his chest ache or burst in anger.

“Would you bloody look at me!?”, he roared while his eyes started to prickle. Dean quickly snapped his gaze out of the book just to look at Seamus, who held his breath and felt his ears and cheeks start to burn with too much intensity. Maybe it was an awful idea ‘cause now he couldn’t say a word. Dean’s eyes making him feel lost since there was no judgement nor pain in them, just a warm feeling that made Seamus feel somewhat understood.

The noise of the book in Dean’s hands suddenly closing made him jump a bit. He couldn’t talk, he couldn’t move. He was being a bloody idiot standing there with Dean looking at him like nothing was wrong. Like he had expected this. Seamus squinted his eyes as Dean smirked, Seamus eyebrows frowning as an answer. “You bloody knew, didn’t you?”

Dean got up from his bed without losing a beat and stopped right in front of Seamus. That smirk transformed into a fond smile that flipped Seamus’ stomach. If he didn’t know Dean, he would have said that all of this was somewhat planned. Wich he was pretty sure it was somehow or at least Dean had a faint idea of what he was expecting to happen. Suddenly his mind lost all trains of thought; a hand on the back of his neck giving him goosebumps and another one playing carefully with the tips of his fingers. Seamus swallowed again, unable to tear his eyes apart from Dean’s.

“I’m so glad that you finally figured it out”, the smile on Dean’s lips grew wider.

He didn’t have any time to analize how much love that look was giving him. A pair of lips suddenly on his, barely touching like the fire was enough to contain all the feelings that washed over them. Seamus thought about pulling back for a moment just to let go a soft laugh right after. It felt like everytime he tried to brew a new potion or that time he had tried to do rum. It feels like something was going to explode. And that is all the push he needed before cupping both hands at the sides of Dean’s face and pressing their foreheads together. The smile on his lips so wide he could feel his cheeks burning in what he knew was a pretty obvious blush. He didn’t care. He didn’t mind. A low, wishful sigh escaped from his lips. “For Merlin’s ball Dean, I bloody love you”

Just a chuckle, a little one escaping from Dean’s lips. That’s all it took for Seamus to kiss him back again.

Seamus had been avoiding Dean for almost five days in a row. But that wouldn’t be a issue, he wasn’t planning on leaving Dean’s side anymore.

2

I might keep you


Group:Bts,Vixx

Memeber:Namjoon, Ravi

AU: CEO

A/n: Daddy Namjoon is a religion. Don’t get me started on this one.

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Breath. Three deep breaths. Y/N you can do it. It is only a work placement. You look like a child. You are a child. You became legal two freakin weeks ago. Fuck it. Honestly. I’m nervous. Okay. This elevator is going fast. Too fast. I have to go through my notes once again. What can they ask me? What is my degree? If I had been on other placements? What languages do I know?  God…they can even ask me which number are the correct ones for the lottery and I should know.

Who are you? You are Y/N. You are a candidate for work placement in one of the biggest corporations in the world. The CEO is a man called Kim Namjoon. The third heir of the company. Not many people have seen him,but those who have say he is beyond handsome and beyond scary. They tell stories on the newspaper how he doesn’t speak much but when he does he has the voice of the devil,with hints of desire and sparkles of want. All female full time employees are always wearing short pencil skirts and heels in order to try to attract the young heir. But he doesn’t buy it. God, is he a virgin? One of those romantic guys that keeps himself for the girl of his dreams? Or maybe he is one of the Dom’s? One of those that will secretly touch his girl under the table during a conference. Or maybe he likes being submissive,but can’t let it show because he is an important figure? You decide.

Okay enough Y/N. Too much thinking. Back to the important questions. Take a sip from the Green Tea your mother made you this morning in order to feel fresh and ready to be the best part-time employee.

You can’t say that I feel very fresh. Last night I had to sleep and be a blooming flower in the morning,but no! I decided to read smut fictions about my hoped future boss on Tumblr. This is exactly what you shouldn’t do the night before an intreview. It’s a stupid decision.

But I found out interesting things. He has fan clubs. You can say he is as popular as any other star. Every item he has touched and left behind goes on for sale and the prices people pay are ridicules. Each and every fan club speculates how Namjoon really looks. When you read that some fanclubs even think he is the Lord Commander of the Vampires you should know it’s time to sleep.

“Floor 114" This is it. Keep yourself collected. You can do this Y/N. You only have to survive through an interview. Nothing special.

The moment I stepped out of the elevator my eyes were greeted by many women in guess what…pencil skirts and heels. All of them had long straighten hair as if they were freakin clones. Almost all of them. One girl,not much older than me, looked not in her place. Like me. But she was stunning. A beautiful girl of color. If I was a man you can bet she was everything I look for in a woman. Unlike the blond clones with straighten hair,she had a flawless afro. It made her stand out in a good way. She had no heels ,just like me, she was with white Vans. They probably were really white once,but like all shoes they weren’t so white anymore. But so were mine red Converse. And just like me she was looking around as if she was in the wrong place. I knew I had to have her in my life. This was destiny. Walking towards her and I sat nervously next to her. When she noticed me a look of relief spread across her features. “We don’t look like we belong here.” she amiled at me “I was about to say it. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” I said bringing out my most cheerful voice. “I’m Corin. It’s also really nice to meet you.” her natural plump lips became one even warmer smile.“You have an amazing hair. I have always wanted to do an afro,but it’s not appropriate. I don’t want to anger anyone or someone to think that I’m disrespectful towards their tradions.” “This is really nice of yours. I really like your hair too. Its so straight and it’s obvious unlike theirs that is natural.” we both blushed and giggled because compliments and talking about the other candidates isn’t something you do on a work placement interview. I think. “Can I see your resume?” we both said at the same time. And that evolved in more giggles. “Of course. Here.” we said together again this time laughing loud. Some clones turned to look at us but found out we had absolute no interest in them whatsoever and continued doing whatever they were doing.

Let me tell you,she had an amaizng resume. So good that I almost felt miserable about mine. We talked more and I really liked her and I think she liked me. We changed numbers and even made plans for a nice brunch next week where we can talk more. Suddenly we started talking about Kim Namjoon. She told me that he has a brother. An older brother. “If I ever want to meet someone is probably him. They say he is just as badass as his younger brother. The Kim brothers are partners in crime. The black sheeps of the Kim family. But for whatever reason their grandfather left everything, the whole empire to them. No one,even their own parents weren’t happy with that decision. But no one could do anything about it because the will stated that the heirs of Kim corp. are the Kim brothers. They are both cold and scary,because of their past and the people they lost.” All night I read about the Kims but I haven’t read this. It was in no tabloid or forum. Nowhere. “Corin,how do you know that?” she only smiled sad “My mother. She had been working for the Kims for a long time. Truth is I’m here because my mother asked Mrs.Kim  to let me on the final list. Mrs.Kim and my mother have a very good relationship and Mrs.Kim had always taken care of me.” “So that means you have seen the brothers.” “No. I haven’t. They don’t live with their parents and everytime they did come to the house Mrs. Kim has told me to go in my room because things down there may get ugly. And most of the time they did. Every time one of the brothers was in the house a fight was inevitable. So I never saw them. But I know their voices like I know this” and she showed me her right hand" is my right hand. From all the shouting in the house I know whose voice is who’s. The raspy low one is Wonsik,the older brother. The low rich load one is Namjoon,the younger one.“

The doors of the elevator opened and a handsome man not older than twenty six stepped into the room. "He is…unusual.” I said looking at my new friend. “Maybe he is a designer or something.” I would’ve guessed so too. The man had a strong red bleached hair with small golden rings attached to it. He was wearing a light blue suit with absolutely nothing underneath. On his chest,fingers and ankles tattoos were coloring his skin. The whole situation was finished with floral Gucci sneakers and that was it. He had only a unreadable look in his eyes and nothing else was there on his handsome features. “Bad weather. Bad morning.” “Was this supposed tob be Good morning because in human language we say…” I whispered in Corins ear “Kim Wonsik."she said scared"Kim Wonsik…wait,what?” my head snapped. “Y/N. This is Kim Wonsik. The older Kim.”

If a minute ago I looked him like he was some psycho,now he looked scary. He was indeed scary now. A hand grabbed mine and I saw Corin shaking trying to hold onto something. I squeezed her hand trying to smile. “Corin,it’s okay. He…”“You don’t know him. I have heard him. Although Wonsik is less scarier than Namjoon,he isn’t weaker than him. Between the two Wonsik is the body and action. Namjoon is the brain. Wonsik is more reckless.”“I have the names of 50 girls in this list. You are fighting as you know for 5 work placements in total. The 5 choosen will be assigned in different departments by us the CEOs ourself. Since I want to finish faster…” and he stopped dead in his sentence. Following where he was looking I ended up looking where I hoped he wasn’t looking - at Corin. He was looking at her like she was some ghost,like a child that after years of searching found his toy. She stopped shaking and was just looking scared. Wonsik smirked and looked away. “Corin what happend?” “I don’t know and I don’t want to. Y/N I’m afraid.” “So am I. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you. I’m here.”


“Line in five rows of ten. I have no time for joking around.“ Wonsik voice spread across the almost quite room. This was a command,no a "if you may do it”. With Corin’s hand in mine I stood us both up and holding her tightly we stood next to each other.“Someone from my team will start calling you in…Namjoon,what a pleasant surprise,little brother.” Everyone looked at the elevator where a breathtaking man was standing. Tall and scary. Dirty blond hair was slicked back so that black mesmerizing eyes could kill. A beautiful red choker decorated his neck. The muscular body was attempted to be hidden behind a black suit matched with fitted suit pants that outlined his perfect thighs. Under the suit jacket there was a black shirt with exactly three unbuttoned buttons. People are probably afraid to walk when he walks because dust may fall on his…five thousand three hundred and sixty four dollar Alexander McQueen shoes,don’t ask how I know this. Without saying anything he stepped in the room and like robots the rows split in the middle making an aisle for the intimidating man to walk on with his minions. He gave off the vibe of fear and sexual tension,while women made the air thick with arousal. He stood next to his brother and and know the picture was just plain the death of me. Two pairs of unreadable eyes. Everyones eyes in the room were glued to the ground from fear. Where ever the brothers looked the tension hanging on each of our shoulders became even heavier. 

“Tell me you are kidding.” everyone were right. If the devil had a voice this was going to be it. It was a low yet loud voice just as Corin said. If he wanted me to sin only a sentence should roll on his sinful lips and it was going to be enough to make me do whatever he wanted.“I tought we agreed that for the work placement we want good looking women not…people like her."his head only nodded in the direction of Corin or at that time I thought so. The blond clones giggled all together trying to appeal to Kim Namjoon. Corin was looking at the ground refusing to look up. She was holding my hand tightly and tears started to roll from her eyes. This was a grave mistake Kim Namjoon. I’m killing you and your freakin placement because you hurt a girl that was so nice and the only thing she wants is to call her mother and to tell her efforts finally gave fruit. I was someone who hated to see others hurt and she was visibly hurt. Oh I don’t care who you are Kim Namjoon. You just angered the goddess of Human rights. Angry,my head snapped up full of confidence. My eyes could kill if they could.

"And what exactly is wrong with her Mr. Mighty CEO?!” I snapped and the giggles abruptly stopped. As if no one was there. Mr. Kims head slowly turned in my direction looking me straight in the eyes. In any other moment I would’ve peed myself from fear but not now. Not right now. Right now I was stronger than him.“You will excuse me,but she is stunning. Unlike the bleached blonde clones at least she is different. So am I as I see. Should we all wear pencil skirts and heels to please you your mighty Highnesses? My hair is also brown. Oh no. Should I bleach it blonde? If you can’t see the potential of people with amazing resumes like hers you are not worth my or even less hers time,brain or effort. So excuse me while I turn my red Converse and get out of here. With "Her”. An actual intelligent human being. Goodbye.“ Without saying anything and still holding our hands we walked through the blond tall clones.</p> <p>When I turned my head around just before we leave so I could see his reaction before I leave this freakin place forever.A smirk is everything I saw. A freakin smirk. He was looking at me like I am an interesting species that he haven’t seen or heard about. His thumb slowly rubbed his plump lips as if he was thinking what to say. I was holding Corin and was ready to storm out,but this look. This look was lurking me back. It was telling me to stay still and to wait. Like a good girl."What’s your name?” is what he asked me. From everything you could’ve said. You say…What’s your name. "Y/N. My name is Y/N. Does it matter?“I said not looking away from his eyes. I just couldn’t."Yes it does. Wonsik,there are four places open from this moment on. She comes with me. Ms. Y/N lead the way. And bu the way I wasn’t talking about Corin. Corin,say hi to mother.” What? “No Namjoon. You do it yourself.” After all they know each other. Turning my back to Kim Namjoon I looked at Corin. “You told me you haven’t seen them. Why did you lie?” “There are things family can’t share Y/N so lie is the answer then. I’m sorry. But things are too complicated for someone who I met today.” Warm breath warmed my neck. Namjoon was so close to me the heat coming from him was warming my back. A low “You can let go of her now.” is what I heard and soon a big hand catched mine swiftly and I let go of Corin’s hand. “Let’s go. Big brother,I believe you will take care of things here.” A loud “You bet I will.” was heard before Namjoon dragged me in the elevator and pulled out a golden card ehich he swipped on the logo of the company and the elevator started moving.

No talking. Just breathing and the sound of my fast beating heart. I was scared. Where ever we were going I couldn’t escape. Whatever he wanted to say I should listen. “Now you are quiet.” the statement died in the silence. “Why are you not saying anything?” you shouldn’t answer Y/N. Don’t lurk yourself in this trap. He wants you to speak. The hell,I came here to become part-time employee. What did I get myself into? “Mr.Kim you arrived your destination. Destination-your main office.” The fuck were you?! Where did this voice came from. The robo voice from the elevator doesn’t sound like this. “An unauthorized face in the office sir.” he lowly chuckled. “She is with me Gidian. Thank you for the warning. Come on little one. My office is better than the elevator.” Ah right. Y/N get out of the elevator. Slowly,don’t look too rushed. Don’t be intimidated by him although he walks so confident and he is so tall and his back look like a work of God even behind the suit. You horny bitch. Stay in the line of being scared,not horny. Scared. Remember,afraid. Not horny.

His office did really look nice. He had a fireplace with a big couch with few big old books wrapped in leather lying next to the sofa on a small black wooden table on the left. On the right he had a big monitor on a pitch black wall. And in the front he had a really big black mahogany desk with a leather I will say throne more than a chair. Maybe the Vampire theory isn’t so crazy now that I see his office. “Come. Where do you want to talk? On the couch or the desk? Gidian,clean my schedule for the next hour.” he was a prince. A dark prince. “Desk. Couch is too…intimate.” I answered,trying to put the fear down my throat,to sound proud and confident.“He laughed. A real laugh. Not faked smile or a smirk. And all of a sudden the laugh died and a smirk took its place. "What are you? You throw a fit in the middle of an employee recruitment. Then you confront me. You don’t flinch unlike others. And red Converse,seriously?” his tone was a satin drenched with sex. Why? Why the stupid smuts damn it? My head is full with all the things he could do to me right now and no one will know about it. All the places he can take me on and no one will find about it. Damn you hormones. I have had sex once in my life and strangely it didn’t hurt as much as I was worried. But with all the smuts I have read, I am a sex encyclopedia.

I found my voice after looking at him for what felt like an eternity. “I really like my Converse. They’re a present from my mother. Do they bother you,sir?” Something in him snapped for a second. He looked like a bewildered animal. For the first time he looked away from me. Lowly,almost deadly I heard his voice. “Work for me. Not as a part-timer. As a full time employee. Work for me. Only for me.”

He wanted me to work? After all I did? After I confront him infront of his minions and everyone else. After acting like a fool? “Why?” “I do things differently. You are different and I like that.” Namjoon circled his desk and walked to me. Although I wanted to run away,somewhere far away, I didn’t. Soon he was too close.“You are not scared. But I have the desire to make you.” one of his hands chained itself behind my back pulling me even closer. To wear a tennis skirt wasn’t the best decision now. So was coming here too. But Kim Namjoon smelled of a nice full of flavors parfume. Up close his smirk wasn’t scary. It was sexy. “You see little one,I love being the winner,the master. And you try to confront me. It’s fun. I want to have fun. I will keep you. Close to me.” his lips were moving and on my mind was just how they stop talking and put themselves to use to heal mine.“So that when I finally break you I will claim you as mine. But for now…” “Kim Namjoon,kiss me."dead in his sentence I watched as the scariest and mysterious man on Earth snapped and his eyes became grave black and his voice was the sin of every man. "Earn it. Work for me. Step by step I will satisfy whatever need you have for me. This is a one time deal,little one. Take it or leave from where you came."My mind. It stopped working rationally at the age of five. Why think wisely now? "I’ll do it. I’ll work for you. Now kiss me.” if it was possible his grip became even tighter. Our breaths were meddling in one. I looked away from Namjoon and stared at his chest waiting for him to say whatever. “Patience little one. I’ll give you everything you want and need. But patience.” my voice was a low whisper against his strong body.“Patience is also earned Kim Namjoon. Right now,I have none. I don’t know why am I so brave today,bu appreciate it and kiss me.” There he was,the bewildered animal,the final straw of self-control he had. His other hand roughly pulled my face towards his making our lips one whole. We were Legos. Perfect pieces put together. His lips moved slowly but surely. Aware that no matter how much I talked,he was the commander of my turned legal two weeks ago self. The moment finished fast and soon there wasn’t fluffy lips on mine anymore.

“I have three rules that I expect you to follow. Three. No more than three. One, no heels,pencil skirts or bright lipstick. I hate those things” this was easy. I never liked them anyway.“Two,never call me sir.”“Why?”“Just because. And three and the most important one of them. For you to be always be free for me. Whenever I call or send you a message. I’ll expect you to answer in that exact moment. Whenever I want to see you for you to be able to see me.

 "Welcome in my wolrd,little one”

The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

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2005
You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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Good Enough

Originally posted by kths

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

Summary: You and him were two complete opposites from each other… You were just the maid’s daughter, but him on the other hand was a celebrity… Girls practically threw themselves at him just to gain his attention… He could choose any girl… but he chose you..

Previous Parts:

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

Part 8 is here~

More Parts:

Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 //

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As you were getting closer to the school entrance and noticed everyone in a huge group all staring down at their phone whispering to each other. What’s going on? Why is everyone to glued to their phone so early in the morning? You were a bit curious yourself..

“Y/N!”

You turned around and found your friend Joanne run your direction. You stopped and she finally caught up.

“Did you hear!?”

“Hear what? You asked confused and she quickly slipped out her phone and looked at you.

“So you know the group BTS?”

Why does BTS sound familiar? You continued to think to yourself and that’s when it hits you… Isn’t that Taehyung’s group? What about their group? Did something bad happened to them? Is that why Taehyung didn’t answer your text?

“What happened? Are they hurt?” you quickly questioned Joanne and she looks at you.

“No worse!”

“Worse?”

She shows you a pic of Taehyung and a girl. Your eyes widen when you realized it was you in the picture. Oh no..

“V has a mystery girl.. and she’s in this school!!!”

You looked around and noticed the group of students looking around to look for the mystery girl… Little do they know..

You’re the mystery girl..

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You Don’t Love Me Do You

The early morning sun broke through a crack in the bedroom curtains casting a thin shaft of bright light across the room gently illuminating the face of a deeply slumbering Derek. Stiles had been awake for a while, laid on his side watching Derek as he slept, following the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath. His right hand had been resting on Derek’s chest when he woke up and he hadn’t felt any need to move it. The wolf’s heart beat slow and rhythmical yet strong against the palm of his hand. Everything about Derek was calm except for his face, even in deep sleep his face retained a certain stern and serious quality to it that made Stiles smile.

Stiles traced his middle finger softly over Derek’s chest weaving through the dark hairs twisting them around  his finger while trying his best not to wake him. He stopped twiddling Derek’s chest hair and rolled over to his own side of the bed sighing audibly as he did. Knotting his fingers behind his head his lay there trying to stop himself from thinking about what he knew would ultimately worm its way in to his mind. But trying not to think about something only makes you think about it more and it wasn’t long before it was infecting his mind again. He grabbed handfuls of hair and squeezed tightly, screwing his eyes shut, trying to force the though away from him. I shouldn’t be thinking this, he’d been telling himself for weeks he had no reason to worry about it. And yet, here he was again on a perfect California summer morning letting his doubts poison his mind.

“What’s wrong?” Derek sleepy voice sounded cracked and dry as he spoke. Stiles jumped a little thinking Derek had been sound asleep.

“Nothing.” Stiles tried to sound casual, failed miserably.

“Stiles.” Derek could convey a thousand different thoughts and emotions simply by the way he said his name. And right now he was saying he knew something was wrong. Just don’t turn and look at me Stiles thought to himself, I can try and lie and stay calm just as long you’re not looking at me. Stiles opened his eyes and glanced across straight into Derek’s examining eyes. Oh shit! He thought to himself.

“I’m fine honestly.” Stiles half smiled to try to put Derek at ease.

“I know you’re not fine.”

“How can you kn-” Stiles didn’t finish his sentence. “You know the whole werewolf chemosignals thing is unfair. I’m sick of everyone I know knowing how I feel better than I do.” Stiles didn’t mean it to come out quite as harshly as it did, or maybe he did, he wasn’t really sure. He did know that he wasn’t angry at Derek though and immediately regretted how he’d sounded. Derek watched him in silence for a moment.

“I didn’t need to read you to know something’s off. Something’s been bothering you for a while and it been getting worse. I had hoped you’d tell me what it is. Aren’t you happy?” Derek asked, his eyes searched Stiles face for any reaction. Stiles looked at him not really knowing how to put his feelings into words.

“It’s not that I’m not happy. I just… I don’t know…” Stiles voice faltered as the left his thought half finished. Derek didn’t push him to continue, he could see Stiles was struggling with something and didn’t want to put words in to his mouth,. But it wasn’t just that, he was terrified of what Stiles might say next. He’d felt something wasn’t right between them, it started a couple of weeks ago. He’d brushed it off as him over reacting to something Stiles had said but over the past few days the feeling had intensified to the point that he couldn’t let it go any longer. What ever it was was tearing at Stiles and Derek didn’t need his heightened wolf senses to know something was wrong. And he knew what it was, he’d been trying to convince himself that everything would be okay but right there in that moment he knew it was over. Stiles just wasn’t in love with him the way he was in love with Stiles. He didn’t want to face this moment, had been avoiding it as much as he could. Asking the question a minute ago had felt more like a involuntary action than a need to truly know the answer. So here they were, there was no point dragging it out any longer than it needed to be. That’s how people ended up getting really hurt. Derek’s heart physically ached and his stomach felt hollow at the thought of what he was about to say.

“You don’t love me do you.” The words sounded flat and harsh, each one felt like a wound. Derek felt like he was drowning, a crushing pressure constricting his breathing, it was all he could do to just not completely break down right there and then.

“What?!” Stiles snapped up straight in bed. “Is that what you think?” He was in shock, what had he done? As he turned to look at Derek he saw a tear running down the Sourwolfs face.

“Oh God, no Derek. How? What? Jesus Christ yes, of course I love you. What? Why?” Stiles words fell out of him in a rush without him having any real control and without making much sense but from all of that all Derek heard was ‘of course I love you’ The crushing weight all of a sudden had been lifted from his chest and a sense a joy and relief flooded through him. He could breathe again. Stiles pushed himself across the bed and straddled Derek’s waist. He grabbed his face in both hands, using a thumb to gently wipe away the tear. It proved a waste of time as it was quickly replace by another happier one.

“Derek, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to think… why would you think I don’t love you?”

“Something’s been wrong for a while, you wouldn’t talk about it. I don’t know. I’m not used to having good things in my life. I guess part of me has been waiting for it to end. Like I’m not supposed to be this happy, so it won’t last.” Derek wiped his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I feel stupid now.” Stiles stifled a laugh.

“You mean you really are happy?” Stiles asked him.

“I don’t think I’d ever been happy before I met you. I’ve been living in a dream world these last few weeks with you. It’s been perfect.” Stiles leaned forward and kissed Derek, the bitter taste of tears barely ever registered with him. Derek’s arms wrapped around Stiles and dragged him tightly to him, rolling him over as they kissed. Derek ran a hand through Stiles scruffy bedhair as they stared into each others eyes.

“What is it that’s been bothering you?” Derek asked him. Stiles didn’t want to answer, the whole thing was irrelevant now anyway. But Derek had opened himself up so Stiles felt he needed to as well, after all that had been the root cause of it all.

“I didn’t think you were happy with me. I felt more and more like I was holding you back or something. You can do so much better than me. I mean, you’re hot as fuck, you have this whole broody alpha male thing working for you and on top of that you’re a freaking werewolf, you have your own pack and you do all this cool supernatural stuff and I’m… natural. I’m just this skinny kid, there’s nothing particularly special about me, I just didn’t see why you would want me. I guess I just thought it was too good to last too.” Derek looked a little hurt hearing Stiles talk about himself.

“There’s a lot about you that’s special. I should’ve told you before now. I’m not great at this whole communication thing. Everytime I’ve wanted to tell you how I feel about you it’s sounds stupid in my head so I don’t say it. I always thought you just knew anyway, that I didn’t need to tell you. Stiles, I’ve never known anyone who’s meant as much to me as you do, who makes me feel like you do. Just being around you makes me happy. I feel like everyday I find something new about you that makes me love you more.”

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

“It doesn’t matter that I’m just a normal human?”

“Stiles, you are a long long way from normal.” Derek laughed. Stiles tried to look indignant but eventually he broke out in to a smile.

“I love you because you have a wonderful heart.” Derek paused almost like he was weighing something up in his mind. “And you have a great dick. Actually it’s mostly that. I’d say I love you ninety eight percent because of that and the rest because of your wonderful heart.”

“This dick?” Stiles asked with a cheeky smirk as Derek felt something stiffen against his thigh.

“Oh yeah, that’s the one right there.” Derek said reaching a hand below the covers and kissing Stiles deeply as all the emotions of the morning completely took them over.

in your dreams - joji (nsfw)

Prompt: That blowjob scene, could you do one where Joji is smoking while reader blows him?

This one is NSFW as well, but I have an SFW coming up soon (not the next post but the one after), thanks for sticking by me on this project. It takes a minute to write these as I’m just one person and I am a full-time college student.

               Watching Joji on stage was something you were sure you’d never get tired of. When he had told you that he was going to do a live show as Pink Guy, he had tried to seem casual about it, but it wasn’t hard to see through his cool guy exterior. He was excited. Of course, as a supportive girlfriend, you had come. You weren’t too obvious, in fact you were watching from the crowd for most of the show to get a better view. You even casually talked to a few of the people that were there, a lot weren’t there to see “Pink Guy”, but there still were a few that were. You felt a bit like you were undercover, but of course who would recognize you? Neither you nor George were the type to put anything too personal online, and even though you’d been seeing each other for over a year, there was nothing more than a few rumors going around about that girl that sometimes showed up in the background of fan’s photos with George.

               But God was it hard not to be obvious while you were watching him on stage. As goofy as the pink suit was, it really actuated every curve and dip of George’s body. You can just tell just how much he was sweating and no matter how vulgar the lyrics were that goofy little smile of his just kept popping up.  His eyes are hidden behind those sunglasses but you know that if you took them off they’d be bright and excited. You really wanted to take them off. You knew which song he was going to do last, so as soon as you hear the opening bars of his final song, you slip backstage. After all, you want to be there when he gets off stage, still excited and bubbly and sweaty, and riding the high of his show. You watch from side stage, staying just out of view of anyone in the audience as you watch Joji finish his last song and say his good byes before he walks off stage. He smiles when he sees you, and as soon as he gets close enough you reach out and plunk the sunglasses off his nose and put them on your own head to get them out of the way. He actually leans in to kiss you before you step away quickly, quietly reminding him that you two can’t do that in public, that you both want to keep your lives private and there are just too many fans around. He sighs and grabs a cigarette from the box he’d left back stage. He hadn’t offered you one in months. He knew by now that you were more a gum chewer than a smoker. “Come out and talk with me while I have a smoke?” he offers. You nod and follow him as he walks towards the back door. As soon as you’re out of sight you pull the hood off him so you can see him better. He looks good sweaty. Really good, especially with the way his hair is curling a little more than it usually does at the ends and the hair matted onto his forehead covers his eyes just a little. He’s already got the cigarette between his lips when he stops short of the door.

               “Shit, there are people out there waiting. I was hoping they’d hold off until a little later. I gotta have a smoke before I’m going to be any fun to be with,” he says, backing up from the door. You take his hand and point at a bathroom near the back of the venue. Everyone else is still near the stage, so if George just had a smoke in the bathroom he’d be all set.

               “Just smoke it in the bathroom and put it out with some water so it doesn’t burn the paper towels when you through it in the trash,” you offer. He smiles and puts the cigarette back between his lips as you enter the bathroom. It’s tiny, a toilet, a urinal and a sink in all one area. You lock the door behind you as George leans against the sink and lights his cigarette. He takes a long drag and relaxes a little, slumping against the sink while he unzips the front of his suit down his torso and slips free of it, tying the top of the suit around his waist so it’s more like a pair of pink pants then a suit. You can’t help but stare. He’s fucking shining from the sweat and that suit really doesn’t leave anything to the imagination when you get close enough. Your eyes get caught on that little bit of fuzz he’s got on his stomach that disappears under the cover of the suit.

               George snaps his fingers to try and get your attention, and when you look at him his got that stupid fucking grin on his face that he gets when he wants something. “What do you want Joj?” He takes another long drag, blowing the smoke out before raising an eyebrow.

               “If I asked you to suck me off right here in this bathroom while I finish my smoke, would you do it ?” he asks. He must be drunk off of the adrenaline of the show because he’s usually not quite so bold as to just flat out say that he wants to be sucked off, even if, as he eloquently put it the last time you’d gone down on him while you were drunk together “I always wanna get sucked off. Everytime I see your mouth I can’t help thinking about it.” Luckily, he gives as good as he gets, and he’s not at all shy when it comes to eating you out. You don’t even bother to answer him, just take a step forward and kiss him deeply for a moment before moving down his body. You place sucking kisses down his torso, leaving light marks on his hips and kissing a line across where his skin meets the pink suit. You tug just a little at the hairs on his lower stomach because the prickling pain turns him on and you know it.

               “Fuck,” he breathes, and when you look up at him, he’s watching you intently, his cigarette forgotten and dangling limply between the fingers of his right hand. His mouth is hanging open dumbly in anticipation and the shine on his cheeks from the sweat really brings out the fevered blush he gets whenever he’s aroused. You look at the cigarette pointedly, telling him with no words to finish it or he’d be too wired later. You know you need to be quick, but it’s just too tempting to tease him. You move a hand up to cup his cock over his suit and he shudders a little. It’s fascinating to watch him grow under the pink fabric until the lyrca is stretched tight and you keep feeling him through the suit until he manages a pathetic “please,” in between drags.

               You smirk up at him, you love it when you gets like this. Twitchy and desperate for the slightest touch. You slowly untie the arms of the suit from around his waist and pull the entire thing down to his knees. You lean forward and mouth at his cock through his boxers and he just whines. “You want it George?” He nodded, wide eyed as he lets out another puff of smoke. “Beg me for it.” He gives you that look that says he’s going to get you back for this as soon as you get home.

               “Come on, Y/N, fuck please? I need to…” he trails off as you softly kiss the base of his cock. “Mmm, yeah, that’s good,” he says. His eyes are starting to close and he’s leaning heavily on the sink, cigarette back between his lips. You let your tongue glide slowly up to his tip, and flatten it against the underside. Joji nearly drops his cigarette, and you have to bring a hand out to hold his shaking thighs still.

               “Patience Joji, I know you’re amped up from the show, but just relax.” He stops shaking a little, and you can see him breathe out another cloud of smoke as you take the pink head of his cock into your mouth. You’ve got a hand on his hip to steady him, and bring the other up to lightly scratch a fingernail across that spot under his balls that drives him insane. He takes in a sharp breath, and he’s biting at his own lip to keep quiet. You can hear the show going on and you know he can too but it just urges you on. He lets the cigarette dangle from his lips as he reaches his hands down to put in your hair. You swipe your tongue across his shaft as you take him in deeper and his grip in your hair tightens. He lets out a string of words in Japanese that you can’t quite understand, but the way he says them, like he can’t control the breathy way each syllable leaves his mouth, lets you guess what he’s saying. You keep changing the amount of pressure, humming to add a little vibration because you know it drives him insane.

               “Okay, okay” he pants, “D-don’t stop doing that,” he arches off against the counter, pressing forward and adjusting his position a little because he’s starting to slide down the sink. His face is twisted in pleasure and he’s got both hands in your hair, cigarette forgotten in the basin of the sink. You push him forward with the hand on his hip, letting him know if he wants to move a little, it’s okay. His hips are twitching as he fucks your mouth shallowly and he’s only being held up by his elbows, which are firmly resting on the sink basin. “Yeah, just like that…Y/N,” he moans, sucking in deep breaths. You can feel his body tense and he’s letting out these anxious little whimpers that he is always embarrassed to admit to making later. “Shit, I gotta-I gotta” he manages before he loses it. You suck him through it and he lets out a satisfied sigh before pulling you up to kiss him.  

               “Feel better now George? Relaxed and ready?” You ask him, he grins lazily and kisses you again before pulling his suit back on and tossing the cigarette butt into the trash.

               “Yeah, the cigarette alone probably wouldn’t have done it though. I might need you to come to all of my shows,” he teases, and kisses you once more before grabbing his sunglasses off of your head and putting them back on. He’s leading you out the door when he turns around.

               “Oh and Y/N? Just so you know, when we get home tonight I’m going to have you screaming for Pink Guy just like everyone else was tonight.” It takes a second for you to process the joke because you’re stuck on the idea of George’s tongue and the bed in your shared apartment.

               “In your dreams Joji, now go and meet some fans.”

Anywhere

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Song-Fic based on Emily Wolfe - Anywhere

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of PTSD, DID and MPD symptoms.

Words: 1332

A/N: I heard this song from the TV show Bones and I really loved it. It seems to fit so well with the situation Bucky as character is facing, and I wanted to do a little drabble about this. Of course, my drabbles end up being entire shots cause I can’t control myself.

Your name: submit What is this?

Originally posted by min1919

The bed felt cold without his body laying next to you, but the emptiness was nothing compared to the big hole installed in your chest. You felt numb after reducing your existence to a mere ball, arms wrapped around your knees, pressuring them down to your rib cage, your feelings refusing to work anymore.

You knew what you were facing when you signed up for this. You knew you had to give your life for a safer world, and that seemed to be a little prize compared to the benefits it’d bring to the society you were living in. 

However, you thought you knew what you were doing when you decided to stay next to Bucky Barnes. 

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Seth Clearwater Request

Could I get a seth clearwater imagine where he imprints on you but you’re scared of opening up to him about your past and your also really shy?


You and Seth had been dating for 4 months now. You had first met when you were talking a hike along with Quileute beaches and ran into him and, although you were sky, you felt a connection with him right away, and he did too, having imprinted on you when you met. After dating each other for just a little under a month it was clear that the connection you two had was extremely tight and that’s when he showed you what he was and told you about the imprint. Now, 4 months in, you two were always together.

You were hanging out in the woods with him; sitting on a blanket, enjoying a peaceful picnic, drawing in your sketchbook. “How’s the picture coming,” he scooted closer to you munch on an apple.

“You tell me,” you gave him a better view of the sketchbook. In pencil was an elaborate scene of the trees and flowers sprawled out in front of you. “It looks beautiful,” he placed an arm around your shoulder and gave you a quick squeeze into him. “How’d you get into drawing?”

“Just something I’ve always done,” you said bluntly.

“Does anyone else in your family draw?”

You shrugged, “A couple relatives do,” you said nonchalantly. The day seemed to be going fine. Chilling out with Seth, him asking you questions asking you questions as you drew. Seth asked you another question and you answered with another short, nondescriptive reply.

“Why do you always do that,” his voice rose as he asked the question. The change in his tone almost made you drop your sketch book.

“What are you talking about?” You closed your book and dropped your pencils as you stood up to be on his level.

“Everytime I ask you a question you basically don’t answer it.”

You shrugged, “I…I don’t know. I guess I don’t have an answer.”

“Or you’re avoiding tell me.” You could tell he was fuming. “I’m trying to share things with you but it’s hard to do when I don’t get anything from you.”

“I can’t help it.” After your comment he just kept going on about how it seemed you didn’t have any trust in him, the argument progressed from there. You didn’t consider it a real argument considering that he was doing all the talking as you withdrew into yourself, your shy nature taking over. “Seth, you need to calm down,” he knew what you were hinting at.

“Maybe you should just leave,” his voice wasn’t a yell but it wasn’t his regular tone. You weren’t sure how to describe it. You turned around as soon as he said that and left. When you reached your home you allowed yourself to finally cry. You cried yourself to sleep, you figured, as you woke up on your couch. Looking at the clock on your phone you saw that almost 7 hours had past and that it was now 8 pm. You opened your phone and saw the numerous text and calls from Seth, then his sister, then Seth again, on from Jacob, and….oh look…more from Seth. You rolled your eyes and sighed as you threw the phone over to the chair across from you. You layed back on the couch and threw your arm over your eyes, thinking about what had happened.

Half an hour you were still laying in the dark, in the same spot, when you heard a knock on your door. You moved your arm from over you eyes and glared at your door, wishing the visitor away. After it was silent for a while you placed your arm back over your eyes. “Y/N open the door please,” you heard Seth’s voice from the other side of your front door. “I know you’re in there.” It was clear you were ignoring him. “I’m not leaving until you answer,” he stated. You knew he was serious.

Reluctantly, and slowly, you crawled off the couch and made your way to the door. “What,” you said, voice low, with the door barely cracked.

“Can I come in. Please?” You opened the door and walked back into the living room, Seth trailing behind. He sat down and waited for you to take a seat. Making it clear that you were fine standing he started talking, “I wanted to say how sorry I was about today.”

“Well now you did. Is that all?”

“I love you Y/N, you know that. I just want us to be open with each other and I feel like you don’t want me to tell me anything.”

“I just…don’t like talking about myself, especially my past. I’m shy you know that,” he nodded, “and I don’t want the things I tell you to affect the way you look at me.”

“That’s the beauty of,” he stood up and walked over to you, taking your hands in his. “Nothing you say will make me love you any less.”

“The beauty of what? The imprint?”

“No,” he stated. “My love for you.”

Secrets

Originally posted by kths

“We weren’t meant to be. We should have never kissed. I should not have become that weak soul which needs you. We shouldn’t have met, but we did.”

Summary: I call him devil because he makes me want to sin. And every time he knocks… I can’t help but to let him in…

Hoseok was my brother’s best friend. He was nothing but bad news, but the more I spent time around him… the more I couldn’t help but to fall for him…

Temptations is a dangerous thing… especially with a guy like him…

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Hello and welcome new blog! I thought I’d send in a request for some HC. Basically how would the RFA + V & Saeran react to MC having a close male friend who flirts with them. I’m a sucker for jealous RFA lol!

Aaah thank you, anon!  This was extremely fun to write! Thank you again for sending in your request! ~Admin Mazz

Omg our first request!!! I was super super excited to write this because let’s be honest we all like it when they get jealous, m’kay? Enjoy, anon! (thx for being our first :3) ~Admin Lily

Seven

  • Seven knew that he was a close friend of yours
  • When he first met him he seemed okay?
  • But after the second meeting the guy said something pretty promiscuous.
  • Um, no sir she’s taken.
  • He would gradually indirectly insult the guy, trying to make a point that he wasn’t okay with his flirting.
  • You would brush it off, already used to his flirting, but it can get a little annoying after time
  • Once you kindly sassily said goodbye to your friend, you parted ways with seven
  • You can feel his grip tighten the whole way home, and you constantly ask if he’s okay.
  • Of course he’s fine, it’s just a friend.
  • Your mind says otherwise Seven.
  • When returning home he was more sulky and clingy to you.
  • I only love you Seven okay? Chill out.
  • You take him into a cuddle session and wait until he explains whats wrong.
  • When he finally gives in, he tells you he feels like that guy is after you.
  • “Oh, don’t worry he’s gay. He does that everytime we’re in front of someone.” You laughed at his worriment.
  • Oh, he didn’t see that coming.
  • He ends up laughing it off, and returns back to his normal self.
  • Though he knows that you love him, it still nags him every time situations like these appear.
  • To get rid of the bitter thoughts out of him, he’ll begin to give you a bunch of sloppy kisses to you, and it won’t stop until he’s gotten rid of any thoughts of you being gone.

Yoosung

  • Yoosung was definitely thrown off guard when he first met him
  • You had never mentioned him before, so he wondered how long you’d known him
  • He seemed like a decent guy, but Yoosung just couldn’t get himself to like him
  • Once he left, Yoosung began to bombard you with questions about him
  • “What’s his name? Is he always like that? How do you know each other?”
  • Yoosung calm down you’re talking to fast
  • You explain he’s just a friend from work that you’ve known for a long time and that he shouldn’t get jealous over someone like him
  • “Pfft! I’m not jealous!” Notorious Yoosung blush
  • The next encounter got a little more heated
  • He noticed your “friendly coworker” had made an attempt at flirting
  • Um what? He knows that you’re his, right?
  • He’s about to let out his yandere boyfriend-mode when he notices you push the flirtation aside and wave goodbye
  • You grab his hand and give him that smile he loves and he immediately melts
  • Of course, he can’t help but give the guy a cold glare as they walk away
  • “This isn’t over. I’m watching you.”
  • You began to tell Yoosung you loved him a little more than usual that night to get the point across “you are my one and only, Yoosung, I promise!”
  • “Aww, I love you so much. But, if he ever flirts with you again, you let me know.”

Jaehee

  • Being the level-headed angel that she is, Jaehee thinks nothing of this male friend since, ya know… you’re gay
  • But, even still when she realized that he seemed to be flirting with you, she was just like… “?”
  • Isn’t that kinda pointless?
  • But when she looked at the way you smiled at him, she couldn’t help but start to worry
  • “You are gay right?”
  • “Jaehee, aren’t we both?”
  • “Except for Zen. We’re both straight for Zen”
  • You reassure her that nothing is going on and that you aren’t even remotely interested
  • “He’s just a nice guy that I’ve known for a while.”
  • “Maybe a little too nice?” She would reply but you would laugh it off
  • Later on, the same thing would happen again and Jaehee would immediately begin to worry again
  • You just look so happy with him and she begins to feel insecure about it
  • You realize her discomfort quickly and immediately stop your conversation with your friend
  • “Babe, are you okay?”
  • “Oh, fine. It’s just that…”
  • You slowly smile, your cheeks becoming a rosy pink, before you explain: “Jaehee thinks you’re flirting with me, so she’s getting a little jealous~”
  • The guy immediately apologizes and explains that he’s just known you for a while, and that it’s all just fun in games, especially since he’s already married dropped his ring in the sink a week ago
  • “The only kind of women I’m allowed to flirt with are lesbians, so it’s just an inside joke, don’t worry.”
  • Jaehee is instantly relieved and began to apologize for the misunderstanding
  • “I told you so~” you would tease
  • She would smile and admit “you told me so”
  • “I love you so much, you’re such an angel”

Zen

  • You guys were out on a date  at a cafe when you ran into your good friend.
  • The guy takes you into a bear hug, and you can feel the icy stare being borne down onto your friend.
  • Poor guy, you started off on the wrong base already.
  • Before you can introduce your friend, Zen confidently introduces himself as your boyfriend.
  • It was a casual conversation until the guy  says a funny pickup line he heard from  someone.
  • Or so he says.
  • You laugh it off, and Zen didn’t think it was funny one bit.
  • “Hey you should use those to flirt with someone else.” Zen would tell your friend.
  • The guy would reply “I’m not flirting, I’m just being extra nice to someone attractive as myself.”
  • It seems you’re into being around narcissistic people huh?
  • You can feel the tension between the two become as hot as your drinks, and you needed to think fast before one of the two decides to play king-of-the-hill.
  • You take Zen’s hand, pointing out that you two will miss the movies if you don’t leave soon.
  • “Well, it was nice seeing you! We’ll see you later!”
  • Zen gives his other hand out to give firm death grip handshake to your friend, before pulling you towards him, and leaving the cafe.
  • “I don’t like him, babe.” Zen says to you while walking.
  • “You don’t like any guy I talk to Zen.”
  • “Well he was flirting with you and-”
  • “Zen, don’t worry, he’s been like that forever, and plus I love you.”
  • He would pull you into a kiss, realizing that he was being petty over nothing really.
  • You loved him, not some egotistic friend of yours.
  • Are you sure you’re not talking about yourself, Zen?

Jumin

  • You two are hosting a dinner party together and having a blast when all of the sudden this buddy of yours decides to come along and ruin Jumin’s fun
  • You introduce this man to Jumin as an old friend from highschool that became a rather successful C.E.O.
  • “Oh! What company do you run?”
  • “My company is the top company in our market.”
  • “And, it is?” “Just answer the question, it’s not like I want to talk to you”
  • “My company makes delicious dog treats for adorable little puppies and dogs!”
  • Dog treats!? This man can not be trusted
  • You explain that this guy is  actually one of your closest friends
  • Him? Out of all people
  • The guy starts telling stories about you when you were young and mentions how much more attractive you’ve become since then.  Uh, oh.
  • “Excuse me?” Jumin will not tolerate those kind of comments
  • The guy doesn’t back down. He adds another comment on how “beautiful your eyes looked”
  • He is flirting, isn’t he?
  • Jumin immediately tells this guy that you are engaged and that you aren’t interested in him in any romantic way “if that’s what you’re implying”
  • You awkwardly tell Jumin that there’s no need for him to get so defensive over you even though you kinda like it don’t lie
  • The guy suddenly apologizes for offending Jumin in any way and leaves, telling you that he’d see you later
  • Offended? I’m not offended
  • You give Jumin a look before asking, “Jumin, do you have to get so jealous?”
  • “I’m not jealous.”
  • “Yes you are,” you’d chuckle.
  • “Am not.”
  • “Well, if you were jealous, I’d tell you not to worry because you’re the only man I’m interested in.”
  • Jumin would smile, feeling that deep love for you that he’s always felt before pulling you in for a passionate kiss, for that little friend of yours especially to see
  • “If he tries flirting again, I’m going to kick him out of Korea.”
  • “Jumin, no”
  • “Jumin, yes”

V

  • This precious bean wouldn’t say anything about this guy.
  • He’s not exactly the jealous type, so he wouldn’t start to worry until your friend made any inappropriate moves on you.
  • V had taken you out to take some photos at a local park, but V you can’t SEE, when you ran into a close friend from high school.
  • Your friend was… Well, he was a little intense when it came to you.
  • You specifically introduce V as your boyfriend to your friend, hoping that your guy-friend would take the hint of not trying anything.
  • You can be discrete as hell, but it ain’t gonna happen.
  • Everything started off nice, you three were having a casual conversation until how you two met came a part of the conversation.
  • We meet during high school, and when I saw her it was like love had blinded me.”
  • Are you insulting him? Or are you insulting me?
  • You laughed it off awkwardly, and looked to see V just smiling and nodding along.
  • He continued on with his previous statement, talking about how he tried to get with you, and you kept denying his attempts.
  • Yeah, I wonder why.
  • During all of this, V would slyly pull you closer to him, giving subtle hints that you were his.
  • Your buddy just seemed to almost ignore the fact you were taken.
  • “If only you would understand, maybe we could have a bit of fun, huh?” Your friend would ask flirtatiously, winking at you.
  • “Why would you even say that? That’s  disgusting.”
  • You and V would both feel uncomfortable after that comment, and he would tug on your hand, indicating you should both leave.
  • Turning towards your friend, you’d say that you are leaving.
  • Are you sure you wanna leave already? I was gonna ask you out to some drinks.”
  • “We’re both busy, if  you’ll excuse us.” V would say before grabbing his stuff, and taking you with him.
  • After escaping from your overly-flirtatious friend,  V would be eerily silent for majority of your outing for the day.
  • Every time you asked if he was alright, you’d would get, “I’m fine, love.”
  • He’s been thinking about maybe you’d be better off with someone else, so you could say in a sense he wasn’t fine.
  • By the time you two returned home, you had enough of his silent treatment.
  • “V, darling, are you jealous of my friend?”
  • “Of course not.” He would immediately reply with, but his thoughts have been saying otherwise.
  • You would be the one to take inessive and sit him down to talk to him.
  • “Well, I want you to know that I love you more than him.”
  • It still shocks him every time you say ‘I love you’ to him, but he pulls you into his embrace as he sits quietly with you for a few minutes.
  • “He’s way too intense.” You say to break the silence. “You wanna know why I always turn him down?”
  • “Why?”
  • “Because, he has an Oedipus complex.”
  • That gets both of you to laugh, and it reminds him why he loves you so much, and he should take your judgement on this.

Saeran

  • You’ve told him about all your friends beforehand to help him adjust easier, but this guy… this guy he knew he wasn’t going to like at all
  • Still, you tried to explain that your guy-friend wasn’t a bad guy
  • “I’ve known him for a while and he’s very nice! You gave me a chance, why can’t you give him one?” Guilt-trip professional
  • He’ll try to be nice for your sake.
  • You three meet up at your apartment for a bit of a reunion between you and your friend, as well as an introduction for Saeran.
  • Your friend enters your house giving you an intense hug, and an awkward handshake to your boyfriend.
  • You introduce your friend to Saeran while slipping out the proud title of boyfriend
  • The friend gave Saeran an awakened glance as he mumbled, “boyfriend, huh?”
  • Wtf is that supposed to mean??
  • Well this was starting off great, but you were gonna try to make this work.
  • But you began to think these two are not gonna be compatible for friendship.
  • You brought the two into the living room, and tried to create a conversation that they could engage in.
  • Just when Saeran thought things couldn’t get any worse, he started to notice that your friend was always touching you in some shape or form when he talked (and it was you he was talking to, not Saeran)
  • “Can you try to keep you hands to yourself?” Saeran would ask, passive-aggressively
  • You would immediately look at your friend with an awkward glance, “I-uh…”
  • Your friend would remove his hands from you, only to make a crude comment about the your relationship with Saeran, and that you should’ve picked “someone like him.”
  • You seemed to be oblivious to his comment, which made Saeran glare at your friend,menacingly.
  • Didn’t you notice what he said?? He’s flirting with you!
  • You begin to notice the tension get bigger between the two and you begin to think that your attempt at bringing them together was probably a mistake
  • “Look at the time!” You said, awkwardly, “Saeran, we forgot we have to-to uh… get your brother that thing, remember?” Please, Saeran just go along with it
  • Trust me he’s happy to
  • You nicely explain to your friend that they had some very important things to do, and that this reunion will have to be postponed
  • Oml the smile Saeran had on his face as he tauntingly waved his fingers at your friend “bye bye~”
  • Of course, you held in your laugh until after you had closed the door
  • “You don’t have to get so jealous, you know?”
  • “Who said I was jealous?”
  • “I did,” you smirked, “anyways, let’s go get your brother that thing.” Notorious Saeran eye roll
  • “Hey, Saeran? I love you.” You smiled before batting your eyes playfully
  • Of course, he can’t help but smile, “good.”
Hers

Originally posted by psicomana

Author’s Note: This is a Jax Teller imagine based on Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne as requested by @thejulietfarciertlove  as well as imagine number 7 for MMW. This imagine is rated T+ Hope you all enjoy!


Hers

“You will not believe who is back in town,” Gemma’s voice comes from behind her and turning Scarlett presses a hand to her chest.

“Jesus Gemma, you can’t sneak up on me like that!” Scarlett says trying to catch her breath and with a roll of her eyes she turns back to look at what had her attention before.

“Jumpy, aren’t we?” Gemma asks staying behind her. “Aren’t you the least but curious about who’s in town?”

“Not right now Gemma,” she says and eyes focusing in front of her.

“I think you will be once you find out. It’s Tara…”

“Shit…” she hisses shaking her head. Now is not the time for ghosts of girlfriend’s past to come calling. Not with Abel needing so much care; and definitely not with the bright little plus sign showing up for her. The tears come quick, and though there is initial panic it’s quickly replaced by excitement. “Oh my God…oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”

“Well it’s not that big of a deal really. Jax is good for you, and you’re good for him. But maybe you should go say hello, for old times’ sake. Nothing wrong with making known that he’s yours…” and turning Scarlett holds up the test for Gemma to see making the woman’s words trail off. “Well, shit…”

“Think this will do it?”

::

The elevator door slides open just outside of the NICU floor of St. Thomas and taking two steps out Scarlet pauses finding Tara and Jax huddled together in what looks to be a rather intimate conversation. Her stomach rolls, and she can’t tell how much of it is morning sickness, and how much is sheer panic at seeing Jax and the woman who once was his.

She and Tara couldn’t be more different. Tara, the educated doctor, Scarlett, the high school graduate who works two minimum wage jobs trying to make a go of things with the Prince of SAMCRO, they live on opposite ends of the spectrum, and while she doesn’t doubt what she and Jax has, she also remembers all too well what Tara and Jax had.

“Scarlet?” Jax’s voice draws her attention and smiling slowly she lifts a hand to wave. “You okay?”

“Yeah, uh, I need to talk to you,” she says stepping closer and she’s fully aware that Tara is studying her closely, sizing her up curiously.

“Scarlet, you remember Tara,” Jax says taking her hand, and the simple act does just enough to smooth some of her nerves.

“Of course, how could I forget?” her words are soft as she levels her gaze at Tara’s.

“I have to run actually,” Jax says and Scarlett opens her mouth to say something but is quickly silenced by him giving her a quick kiss before walking away. The silence that hangs between her and Tara is thick and finally when she can’t take it anymore she turns her gaze to Tara.

“Welcome home Tara,” she doesn’t know why she says it, it’s just the first thing that came to mind.

“Thanks Scarlet, I uh, I should get back to rounds,” Tara says and nodding Scarlet watches her walk away, and because her stomach feels dangerously weak she finds the closest chair and settles into it shaking her head over how bizarre her day has become.

::

The bizarre day stretched into a week as she kept just missing Jax whether it was at home or at the hospital, and when it was at the latter it always resulted in an awkward encounter with Tara, who was becoming more and more bold in her flirtations with Jax.

She pulls into TM and pressing a hand to her rolling stomach she takes a moment to try and settle it when she notices Jax and Tara standing just outside the clubhouse, and thinking nothing at first she continues to watch until she sees Tara reach up to brush at Jax’s hair, and something inside of her snaps.

She pushes out of her car slamming the door behind her and walking quickly she approaches them, and without thinking she shoves Tara gaining a sick sense of satisfaction when the other woman stumbles and nearly falls.

“What the fuck?” Tara’s voice is shrill when she turns with wide eyes to stare at her.

“I could ask the same thing,” she spits, “what the fuck Tara? Still going after guys, you can’t have?”

“Oh I don’t know, I had him before you did,” Tara’s words drip with a condescension that boils her blood. “I could have him again…”

“You bitch!” she lunges for her but Jax easily steps between them stopping what would promise to be one hell of a fight.

“She fucking started it!” Tara screams trying to find a way around Jax.

“Yeah well I’m ending it! Tara just go, and you,” Jax says a hand tightening on her arm, go inside and cool off!”

“Oh fuck you Jackson!” she screams and turning on her heel she stomps defiantly away, and she swears she would have felt triumphant about it, if she didn’t have to stop half way across the parking lot doubling over to brace hands on her knees and in front of the gathering crowd, she vomits.

“Scarlet?” Jax calls out in worry and she hears his footsteps on the pavement of the parking lot, “babe, are you sick?”

“No asshole,” she says as she pants and standing upright she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. “I’m pregnant…”

::

She sits curled up in her oversized chair, her chin resting against her knees as she stares through the window. She hasn’t seen Jax since she dropped the pregnancy bombshell on him, and while there is a part of her that was glad that she could clean up and gather herself in privacy, another part of her wonders if this is Jax’s way of saying this is something he just can’t deal with.

She wouldn’t blame him. He’s under enough stress as it is with Abel, the club, and one can’t forget good ol’ Dr. Tara.

Her eyes slide closed on a well of emotion as she pictures the way they looked together in the parking lot of TM. Somehow they’ve always managed to fit, why she thought it would be different now, she doesn’t know. Just because she stuck with Jax through everything obviously doesn’t matter. Who cares if she was the one who picked up the pieces when Tara left the first time, or stood by and watched him marry Wendy knowing it was a mistake and she cleaned up the mess that left in his life too. Maybe that’s all she was good for; Jax Teller’s personal clean-up crew, and because the thought makes something inside of her ache viciously she shakes her head pushing it away.

“Babe?” Jax’s voice calls from downstairs, but she can’t bring herself to call back, instead she just stares, watching the night through the window. “Hey.”

She turns her head finding Jax standing in the door way behind her and though she tries to smile it just doesn’t come out the way she intends it too.

“Hi,” she whispers, turning away.

“You should have told me sooner…”

“I’ve been trying, for the last week. Everytime I tried we kept missing each other, you were either leaving just as I was getting somewhere or the other way around…besides, you’ve been busy getting cozy with Tara…”

“Hey, you have nothing to worry about…” he says coming to kneels beside her, his hands coming to rest warmly over hers.

“That’s easy for you to say Jax, you don’t see the way you two look together…”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what we look like…Tara isn’t the one I choose…”

“Does she know that?” she asks, voice wavering despite her efforts to keep it steady.

“She does now. Jesus Scarlet, do you really think I’d do that to you?” he asks and she shrugs her shoulder. “You’ve been here, all along. Tara left, remember? She left but you stayed, you always stay. I’m not going anywhere babe; besides, you’re carrying my kid.” He lays a hand over her stomach and letting out a watery sigh she wraps her arms around him, and closing her eyes she knows he’ll always be hers.

Baby Boy (Mature)

I stormed inside my house, throwing my bag on the floor with great force, causing the object to smash on the ground, making a loud noise as the gold brads has came in touch with the white tiles. The annoyance in my was obvious. I have had enough of the recent day. At this point I was a mixture of every single, negative fucking emotion I could possibly think of & the outcome has been surprisingly more highlighted by my behaviour than it was supposed to be. And, I did not care.  

‘Babe? What’s wrong? Was that you, making-’ My boyfriend became visible to my sight as he rushed to the corridor with a concerned look on his face. This was cute. He was cute. The way he cared; he just seemed so innocent. In contrast to me, probably the first time in forever.

Instead of giving him the answer, I rudely interrupted, taking his face by both hands and pressured his body to lean down and reply to my needy, sloppy kisses.

'Y/N, what the fuck?’ Justin spoke up, surprised by my sudden actions, placing his hand on a lower part of my back, pulling away, as he furrowed his eyebrows.

'Just, shut the fuck up.’ I spat, with no warning jumping on his body, as my legs wrapped around his waist, causing himself to take a few steps back, because of the sudden weight put on him. I could tell he was shocked, answering all my intense kisses with a slow motion.

I was worked up, literally eating out his face; the wet marks I have left behind, were creating trickles of spit, going all the way down on his chin. There was no memory of me coming up with such dominance in the past - but, I liked it.

'F-Fucking hell.’ He muttered, having issues with catching up on his lost breath as he threw my body onto the couch, looking down at me with so much dilemma hiding behind his big, brown eyeballs.

'What is going on, Y/N? Why on Earth would you just walk in and literally throw your body at mine? Damn, I wasn’t even-“

'Are you fucking done?’ I raised my eyebrows, looking at him like he was a crazy one in this situation. I sighted deeply, knowing that I am taking my language way too far, which only came to my realisation when I saw the mimic left on his precious facial.

'I’m sorry. I had the worst day going,  all I want is to make myself feel better, that’s it, Jay.” I muttered after a couple of seconds in silence, fixing myself on the couch. Normally, the shame would start flowing through me, but normally this would never happen, so I didn’t plan to justify my doing in much detail.

'I get it, don’t be sorry. Do you wanna talk about it, babygirl? I can help, I know what it feels like, just talk me though it, yeah? I’m here for you, I’m here to listen.’ He said straight after I have apologised for my actions, sitting himself right next to me, when he put his hand gently on my knee. A kind smile has appeared on his face and I could see that he aimed for the best. Justin was such a sweet boy, he made it hard to be tough on him.

'No’ I answered, taking his hand into mine, standing up just to sit in astride on his lap, placing his hand underneath my blouse, high on my hip, as one of my fingers was delicately pressed onto his wet, filled lips, so he may not protest or ask unnecessary questions.

'Do you remember all those times when you came back home pissed as hell? Did we talk, babe? No, you threw me around the house and fucked me like a fucking slut. It fucking helped you, didn’t it? You cummed deep inside me or all over my face and it made you feel better, right? Now, I want that. Fuck talking, I just wanna cum all over your dick and make myself feel really good, so you, you shut the fuck up, and you do what I tell you to. Fucking behave’ I snapped once again, breathing heavily with all the emotions as my fingers slipped inside Justin’s t-shirt, taking it off his body.

'Fuck, this is so hot, don’t stop.’ He mumbled under his breath, which made the corners of my lips go up. I definitely was no expecting such a positive, enthusiastic reaction from a boy who would give me spanking for cumming too early, but this was a good sign. My hand grabbed his chin, pressing on it with force, which made him look up at my eyes.

'Oh, you like that, don’t you, babyboy? Look at you, already so hard, I can feel your cock so well, someone is being a very needy little thing, am I right?’ I said with much proud, taking satisfaction of his red cheeks, as he realised that my words were completely correct, no matter how bad he wanted to deny them.

'Watch it, Y/N. I can have you cumming in a matter of seconds, but I can also make you beg for an orgasm and not give it to you at all. Be thankful, you know I don’t do this, you can’t do anything you want with me, you ain’t the fucking b-boss.’ His voice stammered as I undid his belt, slipping my hand inside his boxers. My notice of his words at this point was very little, because I knew I would feel an urge to kill him with my own hands if he carried on talking.

'Yeah, whatever, babyboy, I think you need to let mami take care of you, don’t you?’ I licked my lips slowly, looking deeply in his eyes, as my fingers scrolled through his already hard length. I couldn’t stop the excitement as Justin’s member grew bigger and stiffer, all because such simple actions that I had control over.

It became clear to me why he loved being dominant. What was there not to love? The other person being completely dedicated to you, no matter what you say or what you do. How you can take away their ability to breathe normally or think straight. This desperation visible in their eyes, screaming out for more. And most importantly - the power. How you rule their bodies and there’s only so little, almost non-existent amount of things they can do compared to you. This feeling was exquisite; absolutely addictive.

'That’s what I thought, good boy. Now, I will pleasure myself by using your body, what do you think of that? You are such a big boy down there, I think you will do just fine to take away my crucial demands’ I winked at him with a little smirk on my lips as he did not say a word. It was almost funny how always just the tips of his fingers made me cum immediately and here we were now, with this little change of roles.

'Tell me, Jay. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me to fuck you.’ I commanded, not taking my eyes of his even for a fraction of a second as I slowly got up just to take my leggings all the way down to the floor, in an easy tempo, to get Justin even more heated for what is coming. His face was hardly trying to stay un-bothered, so he could let this delusional 'men-pride’ stay on, in pair with keeping his alfa status. For his unfortunate, this only kept me motivated. I sat back on his laps, placing his hand on my naked ass cheek.

'Mmm, babe, your fingers feel so good on me, you are so fucking good. Do you wanna fuck me as bad as I wanna fuck you?’ I whined into his ear, biting the tip of it, as my behind pinned onto his boner which followed his loud, unexpected moan.

'Y-Yes. Oh, fuck yes, I want you to fuck me so bad. Please do, I wanna cum inside you, so deep that you will be feeling me for the next hours, coming back to what we were doing. Make me cum, please,’ The words just left his mouth, one by one, as his breathes became heavy when the set of beautiful, brown eyes was locked on the moves my hips were making on him.

'Oh, baby, you have made me so wet. Ugh, now I need to make you cum, you did well in terms of making me even more happy for what I wanna do with you.’ I chucked, exactly how Justin used to do to me everytime he made me do something he was really excited to experience.

With no further hesitation, I took his member out of the Calvin Klein boxers, positioning him directly opposite my woman part. A very little material of my thongs was moved to the side, as me and Justin both took a big breath in, watching the erotic scene we created.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, so tight!’ Justin moaned out loud as I slowly sat down on his length, making myself gasp in the sudden feeling of desire flowing through myself. I was in a rush by that point. Both of my hands rested on Justin’s torso, which helped me with my balance, as my hips were moving up and down. All of me was highly committed to my moves. I wanted and I needed more. My ass and his balls were slamming onto each other, making the characteristic noise spread across the room, collaborating the mixture of swear words, moans and heavy breathes.

'Am I fucking you good, baby boy?’ I panted, looking at his face when my fingers made their way to his neck, grabbing it harshly, so he paid attention to me only.

’S-So good, too good.’ He quickly responded, knowing that there is no other way now; it was me fucking him and nothing else could be added to that matter.

'I’m already so fucking close, you better be close too.’ I bite my bottom lip, feeling his own thrusts in me, when his hand squeezed my ass. I rasped out, as the inflow of emotions hit in, throwing my head to the back. More force was put into every, single jump, because  I grew impatience. Knowing that Justin would start feeling too comfortable with me reacting this way I sat down on all of his dick, pressing harder onto his body, so hard, that I felt a minimum amount of pain inside of me.

'I’m gonna cum, mami.’ He breathe out, trying to control the moans coming out of his body, but he couldn’t. The sweat was running down his forehead, his mouth was wide open, he was so into it, he was shaking, which was an unusual for me sight. And this was an automatic turn on. To make a boy who could make me come out of my senses come to this exact state.

'Cum with me, Jay. You know what it feels like when I’m just about to let go. Do it with me, no second after or before. Just with me. Make mami happy.’ A desperate whimper left my mouth, as I started jumping with a quicker speed, able to feel my juiced scrolling down on Justin’s cock. My nails scratch his abs, which only made my boyfriend more ready to join me. I screamed out his name, placing the whole of my shaking body on himself, as my walls tightened around me, filled with a hot substance, hitting deep inside of me. I numbly felt on himself, not being able to move a muscle, because of the intense intercourse we have just had.

'How the fuck am I supposed to get you off me, you are so tight around my dick.’ He groaned, not being able to collect himself after everything, same as myself. He was now back to his normal, cocky, too confident self, I could see that. And somehow I loved that.

'You did well, baby boy.’ Silent chuckle left my mouth, as my lips left a sweet, big kiss on the place behind his ear.

'Okay, I admit, this was so fucking hot and I will let you do that to me anytime you want, but don’t get too used to it. Next time I’m angry, I will fuck you up, you will see. I counted how many times you called me a 'babyboy’, trust me, I will use it against you. You will regret ever speaking out like this.’ He mumbled, turning around to face me and kissed me with so much passion, taking away my ability to breathe that I have just gained back. I didn’t really care about the future sex he planned, what mattered was that I have finally got over my stupid worries. Thanks to my own baby…boy.

prince!Jun

find more prince!seventeen (here) 

  • if there’s a good word to pick that fits him 100% it would be…charismatic 
  • he loves interacting with the civilians of his country but sometimes things get out of hand like his own bodyguards have to keep him at bay not the people because he once offered to do a hug event at the center of the capital and everyone in the palace was like ….princes don’t do that like idols do that not princes…and jun was like in a way i am an idol - an idol of the beauty of our country 
  • he’s also reckless like he frequently gets media coverage for just leaving the palace and going out shopping by himself or dyeing his hair blonde which allegedly gave the queen quite a shock (as in there was a rumor she fell off the the throne and prince jun helped her up but also laughed and are u getting the picture he’s wild)
  • has apparently accumulated over 50 proposals from other countries princesses but hasn’t accepted or refused one (when asked about this jun said quote on quote “how could i say no to a princess? but then again how could i sacrificed myself to marriage?”)
  • his schooling is all done by private tutors who just don’t know how to control him like he’s incredibly smart and talented but he loves joking around way too much and he flirts with just about everyone so trying to teach him anything solid is a pain in the butt with him leaning over the table and winking all the goddamn time
  • the king and queen don’t trust him with making any legal decisions at all so for the most part he doesn’t get the point of getting lessons because like who cares he’s not gonna be writing laws or anything anytime soon he’d rather just go out and get wasted at the local clubs around town
  • and he’ll never admit it but he’s grown spiteful of the way his parents and the other royal officials treat him so just to piss them off more he acts like such a loose canon and the only one that has ever seen him breakdown is servant minghao who’s been his only friend since infancy and minghao just doesn’t know what to do to save the prince
  • but before i get all sappy about prince!jun (which i will don’t you worry about it) he’s also very picky about things like clothing and the way the palace looks like even the queen didn’t make as many demands as he did about how his room should look and whenever there are balls to be thrown he’s the first to be called upon because like no one can argue he has impeccable taste even foreign designers sometimes contact him about ideas
  • and like for the most part he goes around wearing expensive suits that give off a princly vibe, but ties and dresshirts on not his thing so it’s sort of a mix of casual and royal; 
  • most of his lessons are in things like politics, fine arts, and music but one day minghao suggest that the queen find someone to teach the prince self defense and she agrees that it might be a good way to install manners in him so she hires you
  • and you’re not even from the country that prince jun’s family governs over but you take the job after being begged by them and after looking up his name and seeing the numerous articles of him being well a little on the wild side you think well at least he won’t be boring
  • and so you two meet for the first time in the open ballroom of the palace and fidgety servant minghao is kind of like “please be gentle with our prince he’s a little…..rough around the edges” and you’re like “kid i teach sword fighting for a living” and minghao’s kind of like yeah but im pretty sure you’ve never meet someone with a personality like the prince 
  • and you gotta admit when you first walk in the prince is just sipping some wine and reading a magazine and he only looks up at you when you clear your throat and then
  • well then the grease begins to come out
  • prince jun just gets up and he does a little bow and he’s tall and very blonde and you’re kind of like ……this kid is next in line to rule a country??……but he’s also very alluring like he looks like a beautiful painting and jun kind of just lifts the corners of his mouth into a smirk like “so, you’re my lovely teacher? i emphasize the word ‘lovely’” 
  • and the two minutes of enchantedness you had with his looks FLIES out the window because lovely? LOVELY? reALLY? is that something you call your sword fighting teacher on upon the first day of meeting them?
  • and jun expects your knees to turn to jelly and your face to burn up like everyone else’s does but instead you pass of the comment with like “uhuh” and then you set your bag down on the floor and hand him a wooden practice sword and you’re like “let’s get to work.”
  • and to be honest minghao from across the room can see the shock on jun’s face and he’s just like oh ….oh no……
  • and jun does not give up he pulls out the top notch one liners and does the thing where he licks his lips and tries to flex while holding the sword but you’re just looking at him completely unaffected and you’re like “the first rule has to do with defense, use your weapon to block-”
  • and jun is like “weapon? this is wooden? how will i hurt anyone with this?” and you’re like ???? why would i trust you with a real sword during the first lesson and jun’s kind of like because im a /prince/ a /man/ and you just laugh and oh my god minghao in the back is like rip jun because jun is probably the most prideful person in the world and you just laughed at him here we frickin go
  • and so for a couple of weeks you just let him use the wooden sword and you have to say he has natural skill and strength but he gets too distracted in hearing himself talk that you defeat him everytime and even though for a short while jun keeps his cool and keeps trying to win you over with flattery there’s a point where he’s just like WHY CANT I BEAT YOU and you’re like “because youre overthinking”
  • and you go over and you put your hand over his and you’re like “look, you have to always keep your eyes on me otherwise the moment you look away i can strike and-” 
  • you stop for a second one because you just noticed how close you are to the prince and how he’s just looking at you intently, listening to what you have to say next and two your hands still on his and it has been for a while and you pull away and jun’s eyebrows furrow but then the same smirk comes back from day one and you’re like ANYWAY try to block all my attacks now
  • and you go in and for the first time he focuses 100% and you don’t manage to hit him and jun’s face just brightens and he’s like !!!!! i did it!!!!! and you’re like y-yeah!!! and he like throws his arms around you and for a second you almost hug him back but you’re like no no can’t give in so you shrug him off and you’re like that’s no appropriate im your teacher and he sorta chuckles like yeah yeah you’re right
  • but like your heart is beating and tbh jun’s is too and if you two could read each others minds in that moment it’d just be mutual flailing of feelings
  • and so finally you hand jun an actual real sword after more time of training and a shield and you’re like ok you’re gonna learn a combo attack today and jun for some reason is so much more alert now then he was before like he actually listens to you and picks up what you’re conveying and after the lesson servant minghao pulls you aside and is like the queen would like to speak with you
  • and you’re like frick did i do something wrong but she’s just thanking you she’s like ever since you came here jun hasn’t been in one scandal and he hasn’t gone against her wishes and you’re kind of like oh how nice,,,,but then you also start thinking about why jun is the way he is 
  • so you corner minghao and you’re like spill and he’s like im the princes’ best friend i could never and you’re like minghao i dont want this info to hurt him i want to know more about him and tbh minghao knows that prince jun gushes over you when you’re not around so he’s like maybe it’d be beneficial if he just told you and he’s kind of like 
  • prince jun doesn’t get trusted by anyone in the royal family anymore because of how many times he’s gotten himself in trouble and so like when he excels at something and gets praise from you it means like so much more than you think and like he just wants to make someone proud of him and you’re like …….i never knew….and minghao’s like yeah so that’s why you should date the prince and you’re like what and he’s like i said that’s why you should give the prince longer lessons so he can get better and you’re like that’s not what you said but minghao’s like I GTG
  • and so you’re like sparring with jun during one of your lessons and you’re thinking about what you’ve learned about him and you feel yourself teeter back because jun’s pinned you to the wall with the edge of his shield and you’re like oh yeah you won good job but jun doesn’t let you move and he’s leaning really close and he’s like
  • what’s on your mind you’d never lose this fast and you’re like on my mind??? nothing???? nope nothing nada zero hahaah and he’s like don’t lie you get flustered when you lie and your face is all red and he reaches out to touch it and you’re kind of like ….jun, you know you’re really talented right and he’s like well i am handsome and you’re like no that’s not what i mean like you’re a worthy prince you know that right
  • and he like drops the sword and he’s like w…what is this about did minghao say something he’s such a big blabber mouth and you’re like no im saying this out of personal opinion and you kind of get a little blushy because like you’ve never been direct with him even as his teacher and you’re just like “you’re gonna be a worthy ruler some day. someone that can protect the people” and you can see like a flash of light in his eyes and he just can’t even hide the genuine smile and he’s like “im glad you think that. no one has ever told me that.”
  • and it’s so cheesy and cute and minghao’s in the corner looking into the camera like he’s on the office like “they’re gonna kiss right now probably like they should right”
  • but like you don’t because you’re both actually awkward except jun would totally do it he’s just caught up in your words
  • and you keep teaching him but after a while he’s gotten good almost close to your level and you’re thinking of going back home and jun doesn’t want to stop you but he’s also like 
  • “you can stay here…….i think you’re right about me being a great ruler but ……….with your help i think i can be an amazing one.”  and you’re like hahaha it’s ok you should marry one of those princesses and he’s like oh no i can’t i finally declined all the marriage proposals and you’re kind of confused like ?????? what???? don’t you have to get married isn’t that like a royal thing 
  • and here is is THE GREASE
  • he pulls you close to him by the waist and he’s like yeah it’s a thing but ever since i saw you i knew none of them were even close to the person i wanted to be with
  • and you swallow like um…….and whose that………
  • and minghao whose once again in the corner is like now kiss. do it. please. god. 
  • and jun does it and well congrats ur prince jun’s no and forever if he ever does something tho hit him on the head with the wooden sword jokes jokes 
Temptations (M)

Originally posted by jinyoung-ahh

Nothing lasts forever. Forever is a lie. All that we have, is what’s between hello and goodbye.”

Summary: Sometimes when you have everything you asked for…. it’s never enough. You have a fiance you are about to get married with soon and life is good, until that one guy changes it all… He’s that something that you need to have a bit excitement in your life… He was full of surprises and brought you feelings you haven’t felt in a long time… But was he just a temptation or someone worth the trouble to get involved with?

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 //

Part 18 is here~

More Parts:

Part 19 // Part 20 // Part 21 //

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Your Point of View.

At last you had the last of your things and you continued to let tears stream down your face and pushed your suitcase to the front door to your old apartment.

Before you opened the front door, you looked at the apartment one last time and you sighed..

It was good while it lasted..

But you had to let Youngjae go before you could hurt him anymore..

You turned around and faced the front door. It was time to remove yourself from Youngjae’s life and act as if you two never met each other in the first place…

As you opened the door you eyes widen when you noticed Jinyoung standing right then and there..

“Jinyoung?”

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I’m Sorry

Request:

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Jungkook

Length: 2306 Words

Originally posted by ofzico

You and Jungkook were both locked in a fierce one on one battle in one his favourite games.

“Jungkook, don’t you- I swear if you-”

“Sorry,” he said unapologetically as he finished you off.

You screamed in frustration as you threw your controller to the floor, “that’s not even fair! I almost had you! You know what? I don’t want to play anymore.”

“Ah, come on Y/N. Don’t be like that,” Jungkook said laughing a little.

You crossed your arms and turned away from him.

He continued to laugh at your antics. He turned you back to face him, pulling you closer in the process, “you’re not actually mad, right?”

You carried on with your act.

“Come on, you like me too much to actually be mad at me, right?” He said jokingly, causing your breath to hitch.

“I-um,” you stuttered, his words affecting you more than you would’ve liked to admit. If only he knew how true his words were.

To make matters worse, you became highly aware of how close the two of you had become. Your mind was turning into a mess. Needing to think clearly, you moved away putting some distance between the two of you. You smiled nervously, “n-no, but just so we’re clear I had you.”

He cocked his head to side, a little suspicious of your behaviour. After a couple of seconds he let it go and nodded his head, “you did.”

You were just about to make a remark when his phone dinged.

You saw him quickly reach for it, as he held his breath. He  scanned the screen before his fingers started tapping rapidly. You couldn’t help your curiosity. Who could it be? Maybe one of the members?

In attempt to satisfy your curiosity, you casually leaned towards him trying to see who it was,  but he instantly moved his phone away from you with a small laugh.

You reluctantly waited as he finished. After the message had been sent, he placed his phone directly in front of him. He stared at it anxiously as he unconsciously ran his hands up and down his thighs, trying to calm his nerves.

You narrowed your eyes beginning to feel a little envious of the person that had enticed such a reaction from him, “who is it?”

His head snapped up to look at you, “what do you mean?”

“Who’s texting you that’s making you so restless?”

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New Years Eve BYELER one shot, older fluffy AU.

Okay, so I’m mostly Mileven-trash, but recently Byeler has reaaallyy been growing on me and let’s face it- they would be so incredibly cute together.

I got really inspired by reading @finnxwheeler’s amazing Byeler one shot yesterday, so decided to try it myself- but maybe a little happier one. I hope you like it!

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New years eve was just around the corner when Will found himself sulking on top of his old bed. The rest of the house was full of bright lights and his family’s happy cheers as they decorated every inch of the living room for the upcoming party — but behind Will’s closed bedroom door it was dark and gloomy as the tunes from U2’s ‘With our without you’ came pouring from the old record player across the room. He stared with empty eyes at the ceiling, completely unaffected by the laughter from the other side of the door to his old room.

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Missing You

Originally posted by newdscamander

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie


It’s absolutely crazy how much positive feedback I’ve got from you guys! It makes me even more motivated to write, seeing how happy and excited you guys are to read more. I seriously spent the past two days shrieking and jumping up and down like a child over your guy’s comments. I don’t think I can fully put it into words how much they make me happy to see and read C’: 
Thank you so much! Like seriously thank you for taking the time out to even look at my post. I appreciate you all <3 

Well enough of lil o me, there’s part 2!

Part 1 : Leaving You
Part 3 : Without You

Word Count : 1799


Newt was having a particularly bad day. He had just apparated home after receiving a scolding from the ministry about niffler. They just didn’t understand, it was in his nature to behave that way when there was something shiny around. For them to even consider getting rid of his precious niffler without even letting him defend the poor creature worsened his mood. He felt like a child being lectured about something adults couldn’t understand, they refused to understand. His creatures were not dangerous, they were just misunderstood. He just wanted them to understand that but they weren’t listening to him, no one did. 

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