door wide open


i see the the “draw pearl (with ears??) at 4am when you wanna draw but don’t know what to draw” door is still jammed wide open

#mollyhadthenightwatch 😔
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock & Molly: *sitting opposite each other*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *reaches for his phone*
  • Molly: *sits up*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Relax. I'm ordering takeaway.
  • Molly: *frowns*
  • Sherlock: *smiles* For two.
  • Molly: *folds her arms*
  • Sherlock: *sighs; hands over his phone*
  • Molly: *stuffs it in her bra* I'm ordering *goes to the laptop*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *eating chips*
  • Sherlock: *staring at her*
  • Molly: What?
  • Sherlock: You answered the door like that?
  • Molly: *confused* Like what?
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Nevermind. I could snap you in half.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrows* Excuse-
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* If I wanted to, Molly. I could easily overpower you. What makes you think you stand a chance?
  • Molly: *giggles* Try me.
  • Molly: *pinning Sherlock to the ground; smug* Satisfied?
  • Sherlock: *his face pressed into the floor* You're deceptively strong.
  • Molly: *stands up; smiling* And don't you forget it.
  • Sherlock: *jumps up; brushing himself down* By the way, that was arousing.
  • Molly: *gives him the look*
  • Sherlock: *sits down* Sorry.
Who’s on Katsuki Yuuri’s Wall?

Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice

Pairing: Victuuri

Summary: It all started with a phone call taken at the wrong time.

Tags: Fluff, the posters of Victor, Humor, Phichit and his damn phone

It all started with a most unfortunate call from Yuuri’s sister. At the most unfortunate time too. Minutes before the GPF woudl fully begin.

“Yuuri, kaa-san did your laundry but accidentally left your door wide open, so Makkachin got inside. Everything was fine until he got to the bed and found your stash of posters.”

Yuuri suddenly wished that he hadn’t put the mobile on Speaker in order to hear better, because everyone within the vicinity had heard and were gathering around, interested in their conversation.

Why was Mari talking in English anyway?

“A few of the good posters got torn up though. Sorry.”

Yuuri was suddenly panicked. “The platinum one wasn’t among them, right?!” Yuuri asked, practically pleading for her to tell him what he needed to hear.

“No, that one’s fine. The one with the poodle is torn apart. Almost as if in jealousy actually.”

Mari sounded amused, but this was not amusing. He’d loved the poster of Victor and his first poodle. It was what made him want to get a poodle of his own. And Victor’s long hair was so beautiful then.

After the call, Phichit had decided to open his mouth. “So which poster got it?”

“An unimportant one,” Yuuri murmured, placing his mobile in his pocket. He at least had several others of smaller sizes. So it wasn’t too much of a loss.

“Are there any posters of me?” the Thai skater asked, a wide smile on his face.

“N-No!” Yuuri squeaked. “I have a photo of both of us on my desk if it helps.”

“Meh,” Phichit shrugged and pulled out his own mobile. Yuuri didn’t even want to imagine what he was up to on it.

“Any posters of me?” Chris whispered in his ear as he leaned over Yuuri’s shoulder, only to be pulled away by Victor who was frowning heavily at him.


“My heart is broken, Yuuri! How could you not have my gorgeous self on your wall?!”

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” the brunet murmured without remorse.

Phichit smiled and sent Chris a pitying look. “Don’t feel bad, I guarantee that Victor’s body takes up most of every wall in Yuuri’s room.”

Shut up!” Yuuri’s voice had literally just ascended two octaves.

Phichit merely gave him that smile that the world was beginning to know him for. The one that told Yuuri that he was not ashamed of what he was doing and would most likely be doing it again in the future.

“What about my body being on Yuuri’s wall?”

Of all the times to be paying attention, it had to be now?

Yuuri’s mortified glance in Victor’s direction was met with Victor’s adorable confusion.

Phichit went to open his mouth again, but Yuuri was quick to slam a hand over it, to halt any further embarrassment to himself. The look he sent his long time friend could silence the loudest of crowds.

“I’m no longer on Yuuri’s wall. He took down all the posters of me and hid them under his bed.”

Yuuri would swear that he could hear the rapid acceleration of his own heartbeat. That was how silent it got in the arena. For him at least.

Victor knew. He somehow knew about Yuuri’s shrine to him.

His horrified look was met with a cute grin.

“You were drunk on sake and decided to show me your collection. You were very proud of it, and kissed the long-haired ones of me, several times.”


Victor merely wrapped an arm around his trembling shoulders. “I was very flattered and immediately got Minako to get me some posters of you so I could enjoy you as well.”

Phichit’s phone was flashing every few seconds, and Yuuri knew this was going to make it to Instagram. And Twitter. And probably Tumblr if Phichit had any say in the matter.

Enjoy, eh?” Chris winked, quirking his brow suggestively.

Yurio gave a disgusted noise, finally announcing his presence. “You’re all disgusting.”

“Don’t worry, little kitten, one day you’ll be ‘enjoying’ yourself when you look at photos of other people. Fear not!” Chris cheered, giving a small wiggle of the hips.

Shut up!”

Yuuri sighed in relief as the others took to teasing Yurio over his lack of physical and sexual maturity. That meant they had gotten over his embarrassing revelation.

“Yuuri, when we move in together, we’re going to have to designate which wall gets what poster.”

Of course Victor hadn’t forgotten, had he?

“I have this nice one that makes me want to bite your ass.”


The man shrugged. “Just telling the truth, Yuuri.”

There was a giggle that didn’t come from either of them, and both looked up to see Phichit. The light on his phone’s camera was flashing, illuminating their figures.

“Twitter is going to love this confession!”


The other skater giggled again as he stepped away before Yuuri could grab him.

“Phichit, I swear!”

“Oooh, swearing means serious business! My followers are going to love it!”

“I hate you!”

“No you don’t!” Phichit sang in return. And damn it all was he right.

The jerk.

A/N: I had to. Sorry not sorry.

Don’t expect
me to come back
if you don’t leave
the door open.
I won’t climb in
through the window.
I won’t come down
from the chimney.
If you want me back
take me with all
my dignity,
my faults,
my emotions,
take me in as whole
even if I am in pieces
—  If you want me back, leave the door wide open // JustScribbledWords
We’ll Work on the Thievery

Originally posted by secretly-a-wizard

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Prompt: “The Niffler steals something of Newt’s, running to the reader when Newt comes after him. Fluff ensues.”

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you for all of the kind comments on the last Newt fic i posted! It made my day reading all of them, thank you so much! Here’s another Newt fic I came up with. I haven’t gotten any requests for him yet, but I love to write for him and his creatures. (The Niffler is my favorite- if you can’t tell from my header lol). 

“Hey! Get back here!”

You turned around from mixing a potion to see a familiar furry black blob jump over the shed door and race over the floor in a flurry of paws. The Niffler scurried up your leg, his tiny claws pricking you through your clothes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, frowning at the Niffler. He just sniffed, watching the wide, open door for a second before burying his snout into your neck.

“What’s wrong?” You put a hand on his back.

“Niffler!” Newt barged into the shed, his clothes disheveled and his green eyes wide. He leaned against the doorframe panting. “Where is that Niffler?” He asked between breaths.

“Right here,” you said, pointing to the cowering creature on your shoulder. Newt sighed, stepping forward with outstretched hands. The Niffler took one look at him and back ed even further away from Newt. You exchanged a curious look between the creature and his handler.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“He took my pocketwatch again,” Newt said.

“Oh. Well, you can’t blame him,” you said, guiding the Niffler into your arms. He sat there, clutching your wrist with his tiny paws and blinking at Newt.

“I’ve told him repeatedly not to,” Newt said. “I love him, but he needs to learn to leave things alone that aren’t his.”

“Oh, come on,” you said, giving the creature a pat on the head. “It’s in his nature, you can’t blame him.”

“Now you’re taking his side?” Newt protested, sounding betrayed. Though he couldn’t keep a grin off his face as he spoke. “You’d betray your boyfriend for a little thief?”

“He’s a cute thief,” you said pointedly. You tapped Newt on the nose, sweeping past him to get a small penny from the counter. You handed it to the Niffler, the Niffler eagerly taking it and giving it a good sniff. While he was distracted, you reached into his pouch and pulled out Newt’s pocketwatch.

“Here you are,” you said, holding out the watch for Newt. He took it gratefully, giving you one of his trademark bashful smiles.

“Thank you.” He tucked the watch back into his pocket safely. He leaned forward, giving the Niffler a little tap on the head. The creature was still inspecting the penny, turning it over and over in his paws. He looked up when Newt patted him, blinking innocently. “We’ll work on the thievery,” Newt promised. The Niffler just huffed, stuffing the penny into his pouch and crawling into Newt’s outstretched hands.

“Now let’s go see how the Occamies are doing,” Newt said, heading out of the shed. The Niffler was perched on the top of his head like a furry crown, clutching Newt’s golden hair as he walked. You grabbed the Occamy food, following the pair down to the Occamy nest. It was just your average day in the suitcase.

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Being married to Taehyung means

A/N: no one requested this but i was thinking about domestic tae and this happened

  • you could get sick and throw up one morning and he’ll convince himself you’re pregnant
  • and before you can even get to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test he already has a blueprint for a crib he’s gonna build
  • he’s terrible about doing the dishes but you’re terrible about cooking so you just share the burden
  • so he makes dinner in the evening before you come home and after you eat you do the dishes
  • and he always wakes up after you so you have to be quiet getting out of bed
  • but then when he finally gets up for breakfast he always has a huge smile on his face and greets you w a “good morning i love you”
  • he will use the bathroom w the door open, that’s just the way it is
  • like he could be in there taking a shower and he’ll leave the door wide open just in case you wanna join
  • but he could also be in there taking a poop and he keeps the door open just in case he needs you to toss him another roll of toilet paper
  • he is absolutely the type where he buys build-it-yourself furniture and insists he can do it without looking at the instructions
  • “tae, it says you have to screw this part in before you can put those two together”
  • “babe, i know what i’m doing”
  • and then he makes a mess and you finally convince him to let you help him
  • he’s also the type to be out with jungkook or jimin or whoever and see something that he knows you’d like
  • and when he goes to buy it he tells the cashier about you
  • “it’s for my wife”
  • “that’s nice sir. cash or credit?”
  • “credit. she really likes these, she taught me about them when i first met her”
  • “that’s nice sir”
  • “she’s really smart”
  • “that’s nice sir”
  • he’s the type to insist on a family bbq day even though he barely knows how to work the grill because it helps you all bond
  • he’s always singing around the house and sometimes you’ll be reading or watching tv or whatever else and he’ll just come up to you and sing to you until you laugh or sing along or kiss him just to shut him up
  • and he thinks every single day with you is a gift and he’s so happy he gets to spend the rest of his life with you

Grunting coming from Cas’s room makes Dean stop in his tracks. He turns on his heel and creeps on his tiptoes to the door. It’s open wide, presenting its brightly lit inside, Cas sitting alone on the bed. Fully clothed and all, thank fuck.

Actually, he’s more than fully clothed. Much, much more. Dean slips into the doorway, arms crossed, no longer worried the guy will notice him. He’s too busy trying to force what must be the fifth or sixth sock on his left foot.

There are black hems of trousers coming out of his jeans and at least two different colors of plaid collars peaking out from beneath three layers of wool and Dean doesn’t doubt there is a number of invisible to him layers in there as well.

Cas grunts again as he gives the sock a strong yank, but instead of giving in, the fabric slips out from between his fingers and the force sends his palms plunging right into his own jaw. A mixture of a growl and whine escapes his mouth.

Dean bites down a chuckle. “Last time I checked the heating was working.”

Cas doesn’t take eyes off the sock sadly hanging off his toes. “Inside—yes,” he says, resuming his mission. “Outside it’s still frigid.”

“Yeah, that’s why we haven’t gone out in over a week,” Dean agrees. “So what exactly is it you’re planning?”

“I’m going out,” he replies, to which Dean rolls his eyes. “To a store.”

He finally manages to pull the sock on, he swings his legs back and forth in a tiny, triumphant dance.

Dean’s eyebrows snap together. “We’re stocked up on everything.”

Cas jumps off the bed and grabs his coat.

“We’re out of tea,” he informs Dean as he passes by him and into the corridor.

“Just this morning I saw at least twenty boxes in the cupboard,” Dean says, following him to the stairs. “They can’t all be empty.”

“They’re not, but the pear and honey one is all gone.”

Dean lifts his eyebrows. “You sure pear and honey is worth walking out into that snow hell outside? What happened to the low temperature intolerance?”

“It’s worth it,” Cas replies with confidence.

“If you say so.” Dean shrugs. “Or I could just make hot chocolate.”

“No, thank you,” Cas says, reaching out for his boots at the bottom of the stairs.

“Okay. Tell me, though, where are you gonna get boots this size?” Dean smirks, pointing to the thick wrapping on his feet.

Cas glances to his feet then back to the boot in his palm, distress blooming on his face.

He ends up peeling off two pairs of socks before he manages to squeeze his feet into the boots, but, at last, he succeeds and starts climbing the stairs, slowly, movements restricted by all of the layers.

“Good luck!” Dean bellows after him before the door shuts close.

Dean shakes his head and sinks in the chair. Gotta admire the bravery, Dean isn’t peaking a tip of his nose outside until the world chills with the whole The Day After Tomorrow gig.

He leans back and opens a book but before he can get through the first page, the door swings open and closes with a thump. At the top of the stairs appears a figure that looks more like a snowman than Cas.

“That was quick, Frosty” Dean teases, as Cas tries to shake off the snow covering nearly every inch of his body.

Cas blurts out some words through the chatter of his teeth, but all Dean gets is, “Honey?”

Dean can’t hold back a small smile. “What did you say, uh—sugar?”

Cas narrows eyes at him from over the railing. “I asked if hot chocolate tastes good with honey.”

Hot blush creeps up Dean’s cheeks. He tries to cover the embarrassment with a chuckle.

“Probably,” he says, getting up. “Let’s find out. Catch me in the kitchen.” He begins to walk out but then he turns and jerks his fingers at descending Cas, black coat turned all white, hair wet from thawing snow, a few inches of soon-to-be pulp and puddles. “No snow allowed,” he barks and leaves Cas to it.

There’s a sound of defeated stomping of Cas’s boots carrying behind him, then grunting as the guy wrestles the boots off.

A long, distraught wail makes Dean pause.

“Dude, you alright?” he calls over his shoulder.

“I wet my socks,” Cas whines. “All of them!”

Accidentally inspired by this comic

[More winter drabbles]

Arrow and Olicity in 5x09

I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about last night’s episode, and long story short, I thought it was fantastic. This episode was a huge stepping stone and it set up 5B and it blew the doors on Olicity wide open.

Please keep in mind I process as I write things out. I’ve only watched the episode once, so I’m going off memory at the moment, and most of my thoughts are Olicity-geared. 

I’m also jazzed as absolute hell because what we’re seeing right now, in my eyes, is everything I want this season.

Did you read my “An Arrow & Olicity Daydream” and the follow-up “Felicity Smoak Addendum”? I’m absolutely tooting my own horn with these. I’m super excited because I feel like we’re getting pretty close to what I ultimately want from this season, for Oliver and Felicity individually, and for Olicity. This is a continuation of the theme I’ve outlined in my mind in the above meta posts for Olicity this season.

Anyway, back to my thoughts… and in case you were wondering:

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Don’t expect
me to come back
if you don’t leave 
the door open.
I won’t climb in
through the window.
I won’t come down
from the chimney.
If you want me back
take me with all
my dignity,
my faults,
my emotions,
take me in as whole
even if I am in pieces
—  If you want me back, leave the door wide open // JustScribbledWords

so after a lot of torment from these pictures I did a thing and i’m not even sorry about it. here’s a fucking drabble about blond Tyler


You sigh as you walk into the house your boyfriend shares with his best friend, exhausted after a long day of work. You can hear them laughing and talking, along with the radio playing somewhere in the house, and once you toss your bag on the couch, you follow the sound in search of them. When you realize they are in the bathroom, you laugh to yourself, thinking of something crass to say.

“I swear, you guys better not be doing anything ungodly in there,” you call out as you round the corner and see them in the bathroom with the door wide open. You stop dead in your tracks when you see Tyler sitting down in a chair, with Josh standing behind him, helping him color his hair.

“Hey, baby,” Tyler says, grinning up at you. “I know it looks weird, that we’re shirtless right now, but we didn’t wanna get anything on our shirts when Josh tried to bleach all the color out.” You stare at them, no words coming to mind, just anger raging through you. “Baby?” Tyler asks, noticing the look on your face.

“What…” you trail off, trying to breathe before you spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?” Both men stare back at you, wide eyed at your response; you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes as you try to continue to speak but have nothing.

“Are you okay?” Josh asks, quietly.

“No, Joshua, I’m not fucking okay,” you spit, dropping your hand from your face. “Why, exactly, are you bleaching my boyfriend’s hair? Don’t you think this is something that I should have been privy to before it happened?”

“Um, I guess…” Tyler replies slowly.

“You guess,” you echo, nodding your head. “Jesus Christ. I can’t believe you.” You turn around and storm towards Tyler’s bedroom, ignoring them calling out after you. “Un-fucking-believable,” you mutter to yourself, as you begin to remove your clothes. “Bleaching his fucking hair.”

Once you change into a pair of shorts and a tank top, you lay in the bed and scroll through the apps on your phone, keeping your mind occupied. After a while, the door to the room opens, and Tyler slowly enters the room. You don’t acknowledge him, still too angry to look at him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I wanted to color my hair,” he begins, quietly. “I didn’t think it was–”

“That’s the problem, Tyler, you didn’t think,” you interrupt, still not looking up at him. “You never think before you do things, you just fucking do them.”

“Baby, I’m missing the part where this is a problem,” he replies. “It’s just hair, who cares about what color it is?”

“I care,” you say. “Of course you don’t care, it’s just your head. But I’m the one who has to look at you, so I care quite a bit.” You drop your phone in your lap and cover your face with your hands, trying desperately to reel back on your anger. “I liked your cute, fluffy, brown hair,” you say, rubbing your eyes. “Not whatever this…” You trail off as your drop your hands from your face, finally looking up at him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed with his hands in his pockets, shirt still off, hair a bleached blond mess on top his head. “Holy shit,” you mumble.

“What?” he asks, running his hand through his hair. “Does it really look that bad? Fuck, maybe you’re right, I should just shave it off and start over.” You sit up on your knees and crawl across the bed, kneeling in front of him at the foot of the mattress. “What is it?” he asks, biting his lip.

Once again, you don’t respond, but reach up and run your fingers through his hair. Tyler keeps his eyes on your face, watching how you were studying his hair as you touched it. Finally, you drag your eyes back to his, letting out a slow breath as you set your hands on his chest.

“What is it, baby?” he asks, softly, rubbing his hands up and down your biceps. When he sees the look in your eyes, his mouth twists up into an amused smirk; his fingers tighten around your arms, yanking your body closer to his. “You like it, don’t you?” he whispers.

“Don’t be so smug,” you respond.

“Mmm,” he hums. “I know what it is you’re thinking about right now. You want to know how it’s gonna look when my head is buried between your thighs, isn’t that right?”

“Tyler,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks redden.

“You wanna look down and tangle your fingers in my blond hair,” he begins, kissing along your jaw. “Pushing my face closer to you, so I can suck on your clit…and tongue fuck your wet cunt until you’re a stuttering mess.”

“Yeah, that’s…what I’m thinking about,” you respond. “No one has ever known how to take care of me like you do, Tyler.”

“Mhmm, that’s right,” he replies, taking hold of your arms and setting your hands on his shoulders. “I know how my girl likes to get her pussy eaten…you love the feeling of my tongue teasing that clit.” Tyler drags his hands down your sides, his thumbs catching the elastic of your shorts. “And you know I love the way you writhe around when I push my tongue into you,” he continues, leaving small bites along your neck. “You love it when I tongue fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

“You know I do, Ty,” you reply.

“Stand up, baby,” he instructs. Bracing yourself on Tyler’s shoulders, you stand on the foot of the bed and look down at him. You watch as he yanks your shorts and panties down your legs, and he helps you kick them off. “Hold on tight,” he mutters, winking at you.

He steadies you by holding onto your hip, and your grip on his shoulders tightens; you watch as his free hand brushes up your inner thigh. His touch sends a shiver through your body, and when his fingertips come in contact with your folds, you inhale sharply. Tyler’s eyes cut up to your face, studying the way you shake from such a simple action.

“You gonna be okay, sweetheart?” he teases.

“Fuck, just stop teasing, and eat me.”

Tyler chuckles softly, parting your folds and pressing his fingers inside of you. You groan softly, one of your hands grabbing a handful of Tyler’s hair so you can guide his mouth where you need him the most. You hear him chuckle once again before his tongue darts out and laps at your clit.

“Oh, God, Ty,” you whisper, taking your hand from his shoulder and pressing it to the ceiling to keep your balance. His fingers pump slowly, in time with the gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue, and it’s driving you crazy already. “Fuck, you’re seriously such a tease,” you whine.

“You fucking love it,” Tyler whispers, pulling back for a moment to peer up at you with an amused, childish grin. He tips his head back into place, resuming the same slow movements of his tongue just to make your head reel.

His fingers begin to pump faster, curling inside of you, desperate to find that spot he loved to hit. You’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue, flicking over your clit every few seconds that the moment he finds your spot, you yank on the fistful of his hair, and let out a loud moan. Tyler groans, his teeth coming down hard on the thick of your thigh in retaliation.

“Right there, baby,” you mutter, closing your eyes.

“Fuck, I can’t get to you the way I need to,” he responds, pulling back, and retracting his hand.

You are about to complain at the loss of contact, but he grabs hold of your legs and sweeps them out from under you, sending you tumbling backwards to bounce on the mattress on your back. You yelp loudly in surprise, prepared to chastise him for being so forceful, but the moment you see the predatory gaze in his eyes, as he crawls between your legs, it all slips from your mind.

His hands take hold of your inner thighs, easing them apart so he could settle between them. You hear him let out a soft growl, making eye contact with you as he begins to bite up your inner thigh.

“I swear, this blond hair has made you turn into an animal,” you groan, your fingers playing with his hair as he makes his way up your body. Once he’s face-to-face with you, he smirks, letting out a deep sigh.

“And this is only the beginning,” Tyler responds. “I haven’t even made you come yet.” He kisses you forcefully, his tongue delving into your mouth as you can’t help but moan. He pulls away too quickly for your liking, but immediately begins to kiss his way back down your body.

He’s in between your thighs again, his fingers slipping into you once more, searching for your spot once again. This time, he finds it with ease, making certain to hit it with each hard, slow stroke of his fingers. Tipping his head forward, he begins teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue again, and your fingers tighten around strands of his hair.

“Tyler, please,” you moan.

“I’ve got to teach you patience, baby,” he retorts, his eyes flicking up to your face as he continues to finger you. “If I build it up…and play with this pussy just right, I’ll have you squirting on my face before the night is over.”

“I’ve never–”

“I know you’ve never done that before,” he interrupts. “But, like you said, I’m an animal…and I’m fucking ravenous.” He buries his face between your legs again, tongue working over your clit even faster now. You spread your legs wider, both of your hands now twisting in his hair to keep his head in place. Tyler takes hold of one of your thighs with his free hand, propping your leg over his back. “Mmm, do you hear that?” he asks, eyes on you again. “So sloppy and wet.”

“You love how wet I get for you, don’t you? You’re the only one who gets me like this, baby.”

“That’s right,” he mutters. “My baby.” His face is between your legs again, this time sucking on your clit.

You’re watching him, still not used to the sight of his blond hair between your fingers as you force his face against your core. You’re grinding against his face, rolling your hips against each of the rough and forceful thrusts of his fingers.

You shut your eyes tight, feeling your climax creeping up in your stomach. Tyler is panting against you, letting out a groan at the at you’re tugging his hair. His eyes are on you from between your thighs, grunting as he works you hard, to get you to your climax. You hook your other leg around his back, tightening your thighs around his head.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!” you moan out, your back arching up from the bed.

Tyler hums against you, moving faster and sloppier, desperate to get you off. The twisting in the pit of your stomach resonates through your whole body, your skin on fire as your orgasm hits. You’re white knuckled, pulling so tightly at his hair; you’re certain you drew blood from how hard you were biting down on your lip.

You hear Tyler moaning, panting as he slows his actions. He sits back enough to let you watch him suck your juices from his fingers. You can see the glistening dampness on his face and you realize that he had actually managed to make you squirt.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, lowering his face back to lick you clean. You’re still trembling softly as he makes his way up your body, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you to lay beside him. “That feel good?” he asks.

“It was phenomenal,” you whisper, wiping what was left of your juices from Tyler’s chin.

“You’re not mad about the hair anymore, are you?” Tyler asks, as you run your fingers through his hair.

“It’s kinda growing on me.”


Summary: Alpha!Dean surprises Omega!reader with a visit, and she surprises him by going into heat. Pure smut.

Warning: smut, a/b/o dynamics, knotting

Word Count: 2200

The blood roared in your ears as your heart pounded. Who in the hell would be knocking on your apartment door in the middle of the night? As quietly and carefully as you could, you pulled the blinds of your bedroom window just enough that you could peer out, giving you a good view of the driveway.

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anonymous asked:

(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

I have to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremely confused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heathers was, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animatic version of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched the movie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’d never seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’t Ryan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again and again, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants to fangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those who love the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.

Anyway, I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sex like in the musical instead of directly translating it with the whole window climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire Dead Girl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took me so long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have to apologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’t imagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used this as an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago.
So here is || PART 2|| and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy. Writing smut was hard this time.




He’d called you about a million times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not an answer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him know that you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective to begin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’d dramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel his worries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he liked to remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourself shot or otherwise harmed.

Not to mention that you always refused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it. How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains two bullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meant the only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lot of things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to heal than he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor, who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care of yours. 

Then again, it wasn’t like you having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing to him. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrong with out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growing increasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. He couldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving a reply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’d find you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, though reluctantly and fitful.

“Zen, wake up”, you whispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitive skin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on his nape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see the immediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V of his hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxer briefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’s attention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrapped around his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the long member into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, a fact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. His refractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sex again and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, only ever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’t lied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around, however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt the precome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand, trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails into his pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top of him. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. You could tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencing him by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against his erection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided I must ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been half asleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free his cock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wide eyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties and sank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splitting you up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside of you until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls. You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the sudden intrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be in control for once, the fact that he was naked while you were still fully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first your movements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sight before you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted and shiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made your blood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then, resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skin momentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested your hands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelled higher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played with your nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was then that you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands. You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point home you dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, before starting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him to pleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, he begged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze, licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly. Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock until merely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t move right away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. You took mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, your movements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed, practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip you over multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen until eventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousal shining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almost punishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girth spreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again and again. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted to feel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growing closer, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode your lover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyes shut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidly approached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The sounds coming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls and whine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffected either, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you, announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come inside of me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”

You’d never done it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thing either of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You were about to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couple more strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out your lovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection. Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as he buried himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed. Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to the other, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, this screams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked, snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand, fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette. Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at you properly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’t meet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worry about me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl still walking.”


Once you’d admitted to your special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosung to go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantly reminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut him up like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it – the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy – pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t even averted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in his thoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.

He blushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along. Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more. Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it did before. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with your friends or having to stay late for work…all he could think about was whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’t the things that bothered him the most, though. What really got to Yoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?

When he came home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries and laid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal person would, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about your newest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact, on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the next story. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated him to. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined you eventually.

When you got home, slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found your husband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away at the adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with so much hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about him was innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted away when greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however, things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else to cheer you up.

You made your way to the couch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have felt guilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled before the couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants, feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. A somewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyes fluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, until he finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantly jumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

His face heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with a pillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at how devastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I want to”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist, tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away to remove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feeling him up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dick under your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

You made a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time to tease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap. Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his ankles you’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungs eyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of his cock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always made him mewl when licked and sucked at.

Getting Yoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things for you. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tongue around it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch before releasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only then did you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower until they were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merely suck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrations up his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

After that it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second his head hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Being completely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took for him to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowed every last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lips clean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoy the buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had other plans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Get on all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Such a good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressing him. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencil skirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at your folds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kiss this dead girl walking!” He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for better leverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming its way into your core.

You closed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, his nose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started to grind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking full control over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only one enjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex and his cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his head tighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re such a good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

You watched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-come gathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off on this as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and you ripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices were covering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so say anything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His first instinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thought he was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“I don’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name and move to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. He sucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave so here’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hours gettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically riding his tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that you had any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really your last night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you would spend it sleeping.

His skilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub when suddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion came without warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to the mix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all the right places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasure overwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. He licked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily. The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.


From the moment Nam had appeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Not only for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think he would leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or less permanently out of prison his first order would be to collect what was his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughts from Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If you were willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day, he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to go about your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care of the café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed. Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy to the point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knew Jaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answer them, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her to be prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card in your mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had been the one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the double dragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk, about who your father was before his early death, how he’d married you off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups into one, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained that the double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you were technically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning. He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.

The two of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling and fuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clear by almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and you weren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the life you’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedule now. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began to worry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder for her, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaehee listened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and you had actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown up together, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated with you, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreed to marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’d desired and because you knew it would make your father happy. However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised to protect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Your girlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she was truly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerous world and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was no guarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still as innocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, she considered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protect you. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, she was certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and that thought killed her.

The following day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep you at home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadow and called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if he agreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – and Jumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreed and send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you found both of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying on one of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaehee almost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutely nothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matter how little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated you even more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for getting them harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of the card right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But you were not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d face him head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

When you finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about to say something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss, possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours. She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulled her flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally she sighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together. Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed. Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great things for you.

You took her wrist in your hand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant at first, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when she realized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed, massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your way up from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing feathery kisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to note that the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growing increasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyes burning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowly pulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When you kissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. You licked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingers while licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, but mostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibble or suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourself that you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteen minutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her second orgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you were doing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go, you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied, grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forget her question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced by one, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out of her. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the most beautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrown back and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sure to change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up to push Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, but Jaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyes as you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when you put a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder that she understood.

You decided to scissor Jaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something you hadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time for that though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolled together, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. You reached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck two of her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitate to pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodies sliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached your peak, screaming out your orgasm.


Surprisingly, Jumin finding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’s biggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into your relationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for some absurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hidden from it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, but apparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed to enjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to the heir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, there were also quite some business merits to being married to you. For one, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respect for the two of you as well as C&R International in general. It probably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with success in mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’s networth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your father into signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety but investments.

Everything was fine and the business was booming until someone attempted to harm your father and you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but if someone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared for and loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You had no problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at the headquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine and the person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. You were still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else to let steam off, you turned to Jumin.

When you snuck into Jumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone with someone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knew he’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the wall and watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way his muscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the way his voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found his voice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak in the knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventually your patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like he was planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take the initiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your way to where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your arms around his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chest playfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow. Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You can feel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss between his shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilled fingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you bury your nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks. Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breath hitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composed as ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having it with Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspect of your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower to unbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease him with the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breath he makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious finger slip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holding onto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles there contract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Your wrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for the briefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this still isn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase your efforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first. You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length before starting to pay special attention to the head. You circle it teasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you can feel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumin eventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired your husbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came to an end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping of his hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coating your entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker. You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood on your tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering the dirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled over your hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit of a silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out or any such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have him explain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the best that it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that he had some very important business to take care of and would call them back later. You were happy to know that said important business was you. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kiss while lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to go on his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get to your panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs, pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceeded to kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thigh already getting you excited for what was to come. By the time he finally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerking him off, having that control over your husband, it always turned you on. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between your folds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at his hair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’t been much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman before you. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been all over each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’s soft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was very categoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking at your clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes later you finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushed inside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’t quite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard again as well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him as you wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know the drill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling him closer by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growled hungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push inside you.

You mewled at the feeling but attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walk in, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break the desk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury him deeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Jumin knew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite the pounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard, hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came you started to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Not a bad way to be silenced.


The night after he’d found out about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake for many hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogue all the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someone from another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you had actually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it would soon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failed to fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy and such things never sat well with agencies like yours.

For a long time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you were really safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such a tedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away and abandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it. The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybe that would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead of joining another agency for protection, the two of you started your own? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin was still a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the more suitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar for Saeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursue any other career and this way he would not only have a stable job, but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe and mostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imagine in his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d been surprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.

When Saeyoung had first suggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’d hesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that your fiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked about some kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar things to sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal and protect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening a secret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger his brother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to your second reason; safety. By following through with his plan the level of danger in which all three of you would move would multiply gravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your former agency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in the future as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of going down that path together drew you in. That was until a job went horribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well, fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human would have tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you were facing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific – but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it. You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack and fend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into the bedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving you all sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other than sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on top of the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaging his thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your lovers legs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it until it jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who was slowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipples before biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stared down at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinked rapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising, to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophilia thing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it. Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especially surprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face and pulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into your mouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. You melted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment. Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before you pulled off

“No sleep tonight for you, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up, grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first, still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrapping your hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Get your ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!” He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tight while thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours. Even through your panties he could feel the wetness. 

Neither of you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed. Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new ones some other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gasped as the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up and down the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all the right spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command and Saeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick until pale skin turned bright red.

You gasped with every blow, the sting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between your legs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung as well. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolic grin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached for your hair, holding it together and circling it around between his fingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss falling from your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, all frustration making way for pleasure.

His mouth attacked you neck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tender skin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as your neck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then began nibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over your otherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards in a slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasure seemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re so uncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, you panted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removed his hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feel just what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingers into the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. You felt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers, crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much and yet too little at the same time.

You found your peak when Saeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with his free hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts had become harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over your chest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunt tightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well as he spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed against him, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck, I really needed that.”


After the night you’d shared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two of you had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there and you could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’t that much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for a couple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyoung a card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brother were still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared to contact everyone else in fear of endangering them.

You did, however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoung some files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money to whatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that was strictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much. Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure liked to have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another. The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was a privilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one of them.

It was about two years into your spree that things began getting tighter. One of your team-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistake and now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a low profile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided that splitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, and regretted the decision the second the two of you entered your new hotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserable all alone and with no means to contact the other without being traced.

After trashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decided that enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeran that sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. You got out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knew Saeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in through the front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that you were visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. So instead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through the window.

When Saeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easier than it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floor with rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easily make his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were, climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enough to wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought more equipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been a rather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whatever the case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead of wasting any more of the precious time you had together – come morning you would have to split up again – you made your way to the bed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gently caressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a light sleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even more wary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and this situation was no different.

His eyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist and tugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into the mattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on more than it should have. Then again you had come to his room with that particular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entire process up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes before frowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “I was a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeran huffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strands of her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We both are. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, he asked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You let your eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it with one hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing to risk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran by surprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quickly looked away from you, seemingly ashamed. 

You know where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened at times when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious between the two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losing something beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting his attention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!” You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck, kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeran was never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it came to sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things, delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on your hair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking and bruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for it to sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful, then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisingly low.

When he spoke like this you knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind. The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste. You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours, leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about that tomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, naked bodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid into your awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as he snapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in the process.

You pulled him even closer, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harsh thrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting. You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days as he left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. You pulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until he let you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth with fervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under the two of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprise with an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. No sleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty and dripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether for mercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over, lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You woke me for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harsh jab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to cover your mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked you from behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for the headboard for support, gripping it with both hands until your knuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet you could feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you, one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitive clit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, he whispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace until you felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two of you came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembled with ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and sated huffs.


My little follow-up to The Final Problem.  ♥  Spoilers ahead.

As the dust settled over the revelation of Euros’ existence, Sherlock knew a change was coming. Not just in his family. The games Euros had orchestrated had left him emotionally compromised and his heart a bleeding wound.

Three days after his return to Baker Street, there came a knock on the door. And he knew his time of relief was over.  

Taking a breath to brace himself, he strode to the door and opened it wide. 

‘Molly,’ he greeted her and stepped back to let her in. 

Her lips were thinned and there were dark bags under her eyes. ‘Hi, Sherlock.’ 

‘I assume you are here for answers.’ He shut the door and turned to face her, his hands behind his back. To hide their shaking.

To his surprise, she shook her head. ‘No. No, I don’t want answers. I don’t know why you made me say… what I said. And I don’t want to know.’ She closed her eyes. ‘I need to tell you something. And I need to tell you in person.’

A sense of foreboding fell over him. ‘Yes, what is it?’

She straightened her shoulders and bravely looked him in the eyes. ‘I’m leaving London.’


Exhausted, muddy and a little bit bloody, Sherlock bid John goodnight as the doctor continued up the stairs to his rooms where Mrs Hudson was taking care of Rosie.

Quietly, Sherlock entered the lounge of 221B and breathed a sigh of relief. Home. A warmth spread across his chest.


‘Sherlock, this isn’t healthy,’ John said as he bounced a crying Rosie up and down, trying to get the baby to settle down.

‘I should say not,’ Sherlock scowled and took the plastic teething ring from Rosie’s mouth. ‘Do you know the kind of bacteria that can grow on this?’ 

John rolled his eyes and followed his friend into the kitchen and watched as he rummaged about in the freezer. ‘That’s not what I meant and you know it.’

‘Ah, ha!’ Sherlock triumphantly produced a plastic bag containing a chilled silicone teething ring from the depths of the freezer. 

‘Sherlock,’ John hissed and patiently tried to hold his temper in. Rosie latched on to the cold ring and immediately settled down, her tears stopping. ‘It’s been two months and you’re working yourself sick. You need to talk to her.’

Sherlock ignored him and busied himself thinking of ways to dispose of the plastic teething rings. He scowled when John grabbed his arm and jerked him around.

‘She’s as miserable as you are, you know.’ 

Against his will, his heart leaped in hope. ‘She is?’

John shook his head and grumbled, ‘You both are far too stubborn for your own goods. Yes! Sherlock, she loves you! And you love her. And you let her go without letting her know you meant it! She didn’t have all the facts to make an informed decision.’


Shrugging out of his muddy coat, Sherlock dropped it in the laundry bin by the door and kicked off his shoes. He left a trail of clothes to the bathroom and turned on the spray to the hottest setting he could stand.


The door opened to reveal a wide-eyed, suspicious Molly. She blanched at the dozen roses in his arms. ‘Sherlock? What are you doing here?’

‘It was true. It was always true,’ he answered softly. ‘I just didn’t realise it until I said it.’

The remaining color in her face drained away and her eyes narrowed. ‘Don’t. Just… don’t.’ She made to close the door, but Sherlock caught it with his hand. 

‘Please. I don’t know how to prove it to you and I know it is impossible to believe that someone like me could love at all, but I do. I do, Molly. I love you.’


Scrubbed raw, Sherlock stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with a fluffy towel, tying it low around his waist. He left the steamy bathroom and picked up his trail of dirty clothes, depositing them in the second hamper by the bedroom door. 

Letting himself into the moonlit room, he picked up the pyjama pants that were waiting, neatly folded, on top of the bureau dresser and slipped them on.  


She hadn’t said it again, as if she was afraid to break the spell. She showed her love in caring for him after he broke his arm on a case, by bringing him body parts to keep him from boredom, by being his sounding board, and in so many more ways. 

But she never said the words.

They were going on seven months together, three weeks since she moved in to Baker Street, and Sherlock feared she would never say them. He cursed his sister for poisoning the words in Molly’s mind and cursed himself greater for giving Molly so much cause for doubt.

He’d said them often, to reassure her and himself. She was growing comfortable hearing it from him and no longer tensed when he said it. He knew she believed him, deep in her heart, but she was still afraid.

It was his turn to babysit Rosie this day while John and Molly were at work. He had just set her in her cot for her nap and kissed her head when he heard someone behind him. 

Spinning around to defend Rosie from the intruder, he blanched at seeing Molly standing in the doorway. She was still dressed in her work clothes and lab coat, her hair in disarray. She was wringing her hands and biting her lip.

‘Molly, what are you doing here? Are you okay?’ He ran his gaze over her, but could deduce nothing wrong.

‘I love you.’

Time slowed down. His heart thundered in his ears.

‘I love you,’ she repeated, stronger and with more conviction. ‘I’ve always loved you, it’s always been you, Sherlock.’

In an instant, he had crossed the room and wrapped her in his arms. Her arms came around his neck and she clung tightly to him.

‘I love you, I love you,’ she repeated, kissing his clavicle, his neck, his jaw, his cheek. Sherlock memorized each word and each kiss before capturing her mouth with his. 

‘I love you, too,’ he whispered when they parted for breath. 

Molly smiled, her eyes crinkling and tears falling. A soft contentment shone in her eyes. ‘I know.’


With a groan of absolute relief, Sherlock laid down on the bed and immediately his body melted into the mattress.

Next to him, Molly opened her eyes sleepily and turned over, her arm slinging over his chest. ‘Hi.’

Sherlock smiled and tugged her to his side. ‘Hi.’

She snuggled against him and breathed in deeply. No other words were needed as perfect contentment swept over them and pulled them into deep sleep, their arms wrapped around each other.

tonight ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: can i have a gray imagine where you do something that turns him on and your walking around the house hella happy all day and ethan asks why you’re so happy the readers says “i’m getting laid tonight :)))))”

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You ring the doorbell to your boyfriends house as soon as you reach the door, waving goodbye to your friend who was generous enough to drop you off. She honked the horn twice and drove away, and you looked away and waited anxiously for the door in front of you to open.

You hadn’t seen Grayson for two whole months, due to the tour that was now finished. He had been gone for a longer time than that, but he always came for a day or two to see you most of the time. You were so proud of your boyfriend and how far he had come, and you could not wait to bombard him with kisses when he opened the door.

The door finally opened wide revealing a shirtless Grayson, and his eyes widened as a huge grin took over his face. You squeal a little and drop your bag, jumping into Grayson’s arms excitedly, “Oh my god I missed you,” You mumble and lay your head on his shoulder and he adjusts you so that he could properly carry you. He placed a kiss on your shoulder and you lift your head up so you could give him one on the lips.

Once your lips touched, everything felt better. You finally felt home with Grayson, and you could tell that Grayson felt the same way.

“I missed you a lot more, trust me.” He tells you and you smile brightly, jumping down and grabbing your bag, “C'mon princess, let’s go to my room.” He takes your hand and grips it tightly, leading you upstairs.

When you get to his room you place your bag on his desk, turning around to face him. It was hard to keep your hands off of him after he had been gone for so long, and you could tell Grayson felt the exact same way.

“Well,” He starts, “I tried to hold it in, but I can’t anymore.” He shrugs and walks towards you, picking you up and placing you on the bed gently. You giggle and pull him onto the bed as well, placing your lips on his quickly. The kiss was passionate and desperate, you knew that you both needed what was going to happen in a few seconds.

Grayson lays back and pulls you onto his lap, pulling your shirt off quickly revealing your ace bra. You lean over slightly, pressing another sloppy kiss to his lips. You begin to trail kisses down his neck, and then you move on to trace his jaw with kisses. Then, just to tease him, you place a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips making him groan, pulling you close and placing his lips on yours.

You feel his tongue trace your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you gladly except. As you fight for dominance over the kiss, you hear a loud knock at Grayson’s door, making you both pull apart quickly and look at the door.

“Gray! Have you forgotten about the part of the video you have to edit? You promise! No takesies backsies!” You hear Ethan say from the other side of the door, making you giggle a little bit.

Grayson closes his eyes and sighs in annoyance, “We’ll finish tonight.” He says seriously and you nod, whispering something very dirty in your ear that make you blush profusely.  

“Put your shirt back on and hang out in the kitchen, I promise I won’t take long.” He assures you and sigh, pressing your lips on his and he hums, starting to walk away but you pull him back for one more kiss, “I’ll be back,” He reminds you and you whine, falling back onto the bed as he leaves the room reluctantly.

You close your eyes for a moment, feeling very excited for tonight. You found a he grin make its way onto your face and you slip your shirt back on, practically skipping downstairs to the kitchen. You open the fridge and grab a soda, turning around to see Ethan looking at you with a strange look on his face,

“Why are you do happy?” He asks, his eyebrows raised but you just shrug and pass him, turning around with the same grin on your face and saying,

“I’m getting laid tonight.”

a/n - LOOL i’m actually laughing i loved this request. guys i have so many requests rn I’m happy lmao you guys are the best haha (:::::

Drabble Prompts: Peanut Butter And Pooches


He wasn’t in bed again and the bedroom door was wide open. Sighing, you flicked the bedside lamp on and climbed out of bed.

Padding into the living room you could see him stood in the middle of the room in his pajamas, pointing at something and muttering to himself.

He was sleepwalking again. This wasn’t new, and although it scared the shit out of you sometimes, other times it was funny.

“Spencer, baby,” you crept across the room to him and lightly touched his arm. His eyes were wide open but he wasn’t seeing anything. Not anything that was there anyway.

“Why is the dog covered in peanut butter?”


You didn’t have a dog.

He kept pointing at the imaginary dog. “All that peanut butter. Wasted. Did Henry do it? Did I do it? So much peanut butter…what am I meant to have on my toast now?”

Well alrighty then.

“Spencer, come back to bed. We’ll clean the dog tomorrow. And we’ll get more peanut butter from the store,” you kept your voice low and quiet and carefully steered him back around towards the bedroom. Sometimes you struggled to get him back in there but this time he plodded forward compliantly and climbed back into bed.

His eyes closed almost immediately and very soon after you could hear light snoring.

The next morning you awoke to find him in the kitchen, munching on toast.

“Morning Y/N. I had the strangest dream last night…. ”

“Did it involve peanut butter and pooches by any chance?”

A sheepish look spread over his face. “Was I sleep talking again?”

You nodded, giving him a large grin.

“And walking. I found you in the kitchen asking why the dog was covered in peanut butter.”

“Oh… Least that explains why I woke up craving peanut butter on toast!”

Betty Cooper’s Day Off

[Jughead] took off his shoes, like always. He trudged up the stairs, and when he reached Betty’s bedroom doorway, the door was wide open.

And what had he seen first? Betty’s ass.

Not her entire, bare ass, mind you. It was partly covered.

Her head was pointed away from the door, towards her TV, propped up in her hand. She was staring fixatedly on whatever was on the screen. And the volume was up loud.

Her tiny tshirt - was it a tshirt? - was riding up her stomach and her legs were bare. Her underwear was showing just the edges of her butt, but it was facing him, greeting him in the doorway.

He had to stop looking at it, because it was giving him ideas.

So he cleared his throat.

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But then I remember walking with you at night through the Brooklyn docks and seeing the white stream rising from the ships against the black sky and how beautiful it was and I never seen it before-imagine!-but if I’d walk through it with anyone else, I wouldn’t have seen it either, because I wouldn’t have felt safe in what my mother would categorically call “a bad neighborhood,” I would’ve been thinking “where’s the subway?” and missed everything. But with you– I felt as though nothing could touch me, and if anything happened, the hell with it. You don’t know what narrow lives girls have, how few real adventures there are for them; miss adventures, yes, like abortions and little men following them in subways, but seldom anything like seeing ships at night. So that’s why we’ve all have taken off like this, and that’s also part of why I love you.
—  A letter from Joyce Johnson to Jack Kerouac in Door Wide Open; A Beat Love Affair in Letters, 1957-1958