he could get the business

His//Im Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:Jaebum becomes possessive over you after he becomes jealous.

Author’s Note: This is some pure ass smut enjoy

WARNING: dirty talk, slight daddy kink.

xoxo Sara

You got up early one morning with the intentions of getting ready and making yourself look presentable.  You were meeting an old friend for the first time today and you wanted to make sure you looked nice. You slid quietly out of your bed, doing your best not to wake up your boyfriend. You knew he would need as much sleep as he could get due to his busy schedule as of late, and you didn’t want to interrupt his dreams. You sat by your mirror and hummed softly as you did your makeup, entertaining yourself while managing to not wake him.

You got dressed and headed out of your room, making sure to close the door as lightly as you could behind you, when you heard him stir in your bed. You heard his soft groans that he let out every morning circle through your usually silent apartment, making you smile to yourself as you reached the living room. You heard the door to your room open.

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{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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To The End of Time

SPN FanFic

~Dean picks up the pieces after a devastating accident~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,600 Words

Warnings: Angst. Death. Blood. Implied Sexual Activity. Mostly just Dean Angst.

A/N: This is my entry for @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge! My song prompt was Meatloaf’s ‘Paradise By The Dashboard Light’. I went in a totally different direction than I had originally planned, I hope you like it… 

For the first two days he did nothing. Bruised and concussed, Dean sat on a stool in the garage staring at the wreckage.

Sam checked on him every few hours. He brought him food at mealtimes and cold beers now and then that sat at his feet untouched. He didn’t bother him; Dean was grieving. Sam had seen it before, but this time it was worse. He didn’t speak, refused to look up when Sam entered the room. Gone was the brave front, the placations that so often peppered the elder Winchester’s vocabulary. He wasn’t fine, so he didn’t say it. Sam kept a watchful eye, but he left Dean alone to do what he had to do.

On the evening of the second day, Dean got up; he legs protested with the sudden movement and his muscles twitched, reminding him with each step of the trauma. He ignored the pain and set to work, silently walking around his Baby, deciding where best to start. His hands passed over the hood, dipping into the fresh dents; his fingers catching on the mangled metal that stuck out at odd angles.

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I Want To Protect You

||| @ilook-soperfectstandinghere14 asked: could I have a EXO mafia au where they meet the reader who like knows they’re in the mafia but isn’t involved with any of it, please? |||

Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Word count: 930

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

You tapped on your chair’s armrest impatiently with your fingers. Why do you have to be here so early everyday, when you know most of the customers come in only at night. You leaned back in your chair, hovering a little bit over the ground and looked outside. It was so early that it was still dark. You started rocking back and fourth when you lost your balance.

“Oh shit.” you thought bracing for an impact when somebody caught you. You looked up and saw a man staring at you.

“Baek!” you didn’t even hear him come in.

“I saved you, again.” he smirked.

“Yeah right.” you scoffed standing up. You eyed him from the bottom up.

“This is not a hospital, you know.There are more things here that can kill you rather than help you.”

“I know but you were the closest, where else was I supposed to go?” he whined.

“You say that all the time while being on the complete opposite side of the city.”

“Come on Y/N! If you don’t hurry I might bleed to death.” he said slumping down on the chair, pretending that he’s about to die. You couldn’t take his terrible acting and just sighed.

“Fine.” you said going out of the room to get the first aid kit. A very genuine smile spread on his face as he followed you out with his eyes. You opened one of the closets and quickly grabbed what you needed, you hated seeing him all beaten up like that. When you came back you noticed him struggling to get his jacket off.

“Let me help you with that.” you said approaching him and he didn’t protest when you undressed him. He flinched when you touched his shoulder.

“Does it hurt? What happened this time?” you asked him seriously concerned.

“Since when do you worry about me this much? Oh could it be, are you falling for me?” he teased. You had to really control yourself not to smack him.

“Like anyone would fall for an annoying child like you.”

“I’m not a child.” he pouted. “Agh Y/N! Are you doing this on purpose?” he shouted when you touched his shoulder again interrupting him. Blood was seeping through his shirt. You started unbuttoning it.

“Whoa! Getting straight to business I see.” he winked.

“Baekhyun, could you stop your yapping, I’m trying to help.”

“Okay okay, I will be quiet.” he said slightly raising his hands in surrender. You took his shirt of, trying to ignore his well toned chest and focused on the shoulder. This looked bad, most definitely a stab wound.

“I will have to stitch it.” you told him and he just looked at you in surprise.

“What?” you asked.

“I didn’t know you know how to do that but go ahead, I can take it. I have had worse.”

“Worse?” you thought but didn’t let this distract you. You had to clean it first and he didn’t let out a sound when the damp cloth made contact with his skin. It must have stung anyway because you noticed how hard he clenched his fist. You got the needle out and began your work.

“Who did this?”

“No one you should worry about, it was taken care of.” he said looking out the window, resting his chin on his healthy hand. You didn’t question him beyond that, you preferred not to delve deeper into the things he does.

“How long do you plan on working here?” he suddenly asked out of the blue.

“What do you mean?.. As long as they don’t kick me out, I will stay here. I need the money.”

“Can’t you find a job elsewhere? This part of the city is dangerous.”

“I know but it was hard finding a place as it is, I’m not about to quit just because it seems dangerous.”

“I can give you the money.”

“What?” you stopped what you were doing and looked at him but he was still watching the street.

“Come work for me.” he told you. You couldn’t believe what he was saying and also sounded kind of suspicious.


“What do you mean why!?” he said. “I’m trying to protect you, you dumbass.” he mumbled.

“What did you say?”

He turned around, his eyes finally locking with yours, his face flushing.

“I said I want to protect you!”

You were dumbstruck for a moment and just continued to stare at him for a few long seconds.

“Protect me? When I’m the one saving your life right now?” you laughed getting back to work. Baekhyun just sighed.

“There. All done. Make sure not to open it up by doing something stupid again.” you told him finishing patching him up. He stood up.

“Thanks.” he said giving you a small smile and putting his shirt back on.

“Thanks won’t be enough. You owe me.” you teased.

“Oh I see how it is, then I will make sure to pay back double.” he told you going to the door.

“Baekhyun!” you shouted after him. He stopped and turned to you.

“Be careful.” you smiled.

“Don’t worry, you can’t get rid of me that easily.” he smirked and went outside. He stood there in front of the entrance, the first rays of sunlight reaching his face.

“Aish, that girl can’t read the atmosphere at all. How dense can she be?” he thought pinching the bridge of his nose. “And it was the perfect moment for my confession. It looked so dramatic.” he chuckled. “But now I have one more reason to go see her again.”

anonymous asked:

Ahhh I loved that mv reaction thingy!! Could you make the same one for Jungkook? <3

Thank you! I’m glad you did!  :) And sure thing~

Suga & J-Hope

Jungkook wasn’t a great reader of emotions. He could be quite oblivious to things until it actually poked him in the eye. 

But he wasn’t sure why it was so different with you: how he can easily read you like an open book–how he can easily know when there was something bothering you. 

Just like now.

Jungkook had brought you to one of their MV shoots because it was the second day and it was usually less hectic than the first. He knew they would be able to wrap up earlier, thus he’d be able to spend time with you after. They had just returned from their tour and are now in the midst of preparing for their comeback. He wanted to spend as much time with you as he could before everything gets busy again.

And besides, you had wanted to come to one of his shoots for so long too so it was a win win. 

You had been so excited earlier that day, easily befriending the staff and even catching up happily with the other members. Jungkook couldn’t help the pride flashing in his eyes when the director himself asked for your opinion on a particular shot and the way you answered had him nodding in consent before thanking you for your insightful input. 

But later in the day, he noticed how you were suddenly blending into the background and it was getting harder and harder to find you around the place. Right before his turn to be on camera, his eyes searched for you but you were nowhere to be found. He wanted to look for you but he couldn’t since it was his turn for a solo shot and so he waited till after he wrapped up the scene. 

Jungkook found you outside near a run down playground. You were sitting on one of the swings, feet slightly grazing the gravel as you moved back and forth. He decided to surprise you (cause he’s a little sh*t like that) by sneaking up behind you, making you yelp. You turned towards him with a glare, a scolding already at the tip of your tongue, when he suddenly swoops down and gives you a sweet kiss. 

“Hey you.” Jungkook said as you parted, lips slightly pink from your lipstick. You chuckled before wiping it off from his mouth. “I was looking for you.”

“Oh? Did you need anything?”

“No, I just missed you.”

You sighed with a small smile, shaking your head slightly as Jungkook sat on the other swing beside you. “You always say that.”

“That’s because I always do.” He said a matter of fact, giving you one of his adorable overbite grins.

And that’s when it all came crashing down on you. 

“Do you ever get tired of it, though? Always missing each other? Always being away?”

Jungkook’s smile falters. “I…”

“I mean, we barely get to see each other Kookie. And I know you’re busy with your career and I respect that and I love what you do! I believe you should keep doing it and become the best that you can be but…”

“But what?” Jungkook was frowning now and there was a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“And I don’t think I’m…we’re…” You stutter as the words you overheard from some of the staff clouded over your thoughts.

She’s just holding him back…

Jungkook could do so much better…

It’s not like they’re always together for their relationship to grow….

Probably just puppy love. Jungkook will get over it…

Jungkook will get over it, you thought sadly, knowing it was possible with how little time you spend with each other.

“I don’t think this is working–”


You look up at him and saw Jungkook staring you down with hard eyes.


“No, tell me why you want to break up. I want to know the real reason because I know well it’s not because ‘we’re not working out’.” He quoted and you knew it was true. You and Jungkook had been no less perfect for each other. 

“Because… you’re always away Jungkook–”

“So you’re tired of me.” He says sadly and the hurt in his eyes literally broke your heart. “You’re tired of this.” He opened his arms, gesturing towards the sets. 


“Really?” He scoffed. “Because it sounds a lot like you’re tired of being with me.” He spat before standing up from the swing angrily. He looked at you with angry eyes and you wanted to cry from it. “You know what? I understand it’s hard. It’s not like I want to leave you–to be away from you all the time. But I was hoping we could work through that… I was hoping you saw beyond that, Y/N. That we had something–” He huffed, unable to continue and you knew he was trying to hold back tears. Jungkook only ever cried when his emotions are too much to handle, and knowing he was trying not to cry now breaks your heart even more.

He turned away from you but before he could leave you blurted out, “It’s the other way around Kook. I’m afraid you’ll get tired of me.”

Jungkook turned around, surprised. But before he could speak you continued. “People talk and I know I shouldn’t listen but the more I hear them, the more I think it’s true. You have a career to pursue and I don’t want to be the one holding you back. A love life is the last thing you should be worrying about, Jungkook. You shouldn’t be calling me on Skype at one in the morning and use that time to sleep instead. You shouldn’t be messaging constantly to check up on me and take more care of your health–” 

You were crying now, thinking how Jungkook was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and you hated yourself for not being able to do enough for him. You couldn’t exactly fly from country to country and follow him around, or go to every single concert, or buy him expensive gifts… you hated how you can’t do much and yet here he was still, giving you everything.

“I can’t do much for you, Kook. I’m just me. So why are you still here?”

There was a moment of silence as you stared down at your shoes, unable to look him in the eye. 

You suddenly felt something warm against your skin and when you look up, you were met but Jungkook’s kind gaze, seeing that he has knelt down in front of you, cradling your face in his hands.

“You…” he smiled, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “You’re such a dork. And I love you so much.”

You sniff and chuckle, hitting his chest lightly. “Hey…”

“You do so much for me you don’t even realize. Need I remind you, you were the one who pulled me back up when being an idol gets tough. You were there when I was crying over negative comments I accidentally read online and you were the one who forced me to eat when I was taking my dieting a little too far.” He sighed, “You give yourself less credit than you should, Y/N. You have done so much for me.”

You smile at him slightly as he intertwines his finger with yours. “Most importantly, you make me feel like I can be the best, idol or not. With you, I can just be Jungkook. And that’s totally fine. Jeon Jungkook of BTS may have the expensive clothes, his name on lights, and thousands of fans but I think just Jungkook has it better because he gets to have you in his life. So don’t–mmm!” 

Jungkook landed on his butt as you lunged forward and kissed him on the mouth. His arms instantly went around you, kissing you back with as much passion.

“Since when were you so good with words?” You ask teasingly against his lips and Jungkook chuckles, tucking a stray strand behind your ears.

“Good at everything, remember?” He boasts and you peck his lips once more. “But I have something I’m better at…”

“Hmm? And what’s that.” You ask, as he moves so you were sitting comfortably on his lap. You play with his hair at the back of his head and he smirks.

“Aside from loving you? Pretty good at showing you that through actions too.” He says before giving you a kiss that literally had you dizzy it made you see stars. 

Originally posted by sparkleyesjk

I HATE JUNGKOOK. I REALLY DO. >.< swerving so hard rn

Hope you enjoyed that anonie!

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Bad Jokes & Sweet endings

IMAGINE After hours of finally getting his brothers busy with something so he could get some work done he sat down and started typing. Though after only mere hours the door to his lab slid open, turning around ready to snap at who ever it was he noticed you. God Donnie had been in love with you since April brought you to NYC, his frowned quickly turned into a smile. Rubbing the back of his head sheepishly he motioned for you to come in.

 “Sorry about that y/n I haven’t made much progress on this formula lately”

 “It’s okay Don, I totally understand. Your brothers said you’ve been in here for eight hours now. I figured you’d want a break?”

 “Thanks but no thanks, I’ve got work to do y/n”

 “Well how about a kit kat?”

 It took Don a minute to realize what you meant by a break, hearing you break out into laughter he just shook his head at your little joke. While you were laughing Donatello just looked at you and smiled

. “See what I mean? Kit Kat! Like the commercial! Take a break!” 

 You were so beautiful when you made jokes like that, even though they were practically terrible and he only laughed to make you happy it still made his heart flutter. Your soft eyes gazing at him as your laughter turned into a giggle and you turned to face him.

 “Whatcha staring at Donnie boy?”

 “You’re Beautiful”

 It took you a minute but before you realized what he said his lips were already on yours. Warm lips against yours, a hand snaking its way around your waist, another gently touching your face. Wrapping your arms around his neck it seemed like this moment could last forever…until

 “Hey Dudette what’s taken so long..GROSS! MY EYES MY EYES!!!!”


 You laughed as Donnie chased his youngest brother out the lab and down the hall, only for moments then he returned. You stood from where you were and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a soft smile.

 “Sooo where were we?”

Originally posted by daedric-sorceress

You’ll Regret Him... {Reader Insert}

Imagine: A bride-to-be is caught up in a dilemma, and is left with a choice. The boy she’s grown up with, who’s held her heart so carefully since they met. Or the man that promised her danger, but risks there future with his line of work every day.

Summary: It’s the night before {Y/N}’s wedding, when a friendly face turned up on the threshold of her hotel room. She tries to push away the memories, keep back the need for the man she hasn’t seen in years. But FP gets to her. Will she let her marriage fail before it’s even begun?

Request?: Yes, a lovely little nonny asked for an angsty pre-marriage situation. The reader is planning to marry, but FP turns up and tells her not to go through with it. But she turns him down, knowing things would never work.

Warnings: F/M Smut, Very minor really (thigh riding and make out sessions, slight dirty talk), Reader is early twenties (the other kiddos are the same age)

Word Count: 2256

Taglist: @theserpentgod 

Disclaimer: The gif is not mine, credits to the owner that made it. Riverdale characters are not mine, credit to the writers and producers. There is minor smut in this, so if you do not like smut, do not read.

A/N: This was kinda cute? Maybe, let me know what you guys think. Thank your patience, it’s very appreciated. Exams are over now, so I’m free for at least two months to dedicate myself to this blog. The requests I have are almost finished, so I’ll be open to more soon. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤 

Originally posted by jordank95

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Car Seat Treat [M]
You always enjoyed going out with Jimin and the boys. If anyone was able to make Jimin laugh hysterically it was them– and it was a beautiful sight. They always managed to have him a blushing mess, especially when they talked about you. It didn’t really affect you other than make you feel warm and loved that Jimin loved you so profusely, but tonight seemed to be a little different.

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Leverage: the next generation

  • Molly: Following a kidnapping as a young teen, she wanted to protect herself the way someone once protected her. What started with a simple self-defence course turned into a life-long affinity for violence and a successful run as an MMA fighter. Went off the grid and turned mercenary after her father’s death at the hands of a disgruntled employee left her destitute and unable to pay for college.
  • Trevor: Never forgot that time when the computer guy made him part of the team. Developed hacking and technology skills to rival his idol, along with a healthy problem with authority to match. It’s still the age of the geek, baby.
  • Widmark: After his step-father went to prison, life was a series of increasing challenges, but he never forgot his ability to make people believe in him. When the only job in show business he could get was as a singing waiter, he started to use his powers of persuasion and ability to reinvent himself for more self-serving purposes. And so, a con-artist was born.
  • Josie: Turns out landscaping is kind of boring when all you want to do is kick ass. Returning to a life of crime and becoming one of the world’s greatest thieves was much more her style.
  • Olivia: When fingered to take the fall for a crime she didn’t commit, CIA Agent Olivia Sterling leaves behind her career in espionage and cryptography - at least, as far as the agency is concerned - and disappears. She uses her contacts to assemble a motley crew of hustlers, felons, and thugs to track down and take out the corrupt organisation that set her up. But what started as revenge, a one-time gig, becomes so much more…


  • Amy: Art appraisal expert. Also Olivia’s ex. They met while consulting with Interpol as a favor to Director Sterling. Years and a somewhat-amicable break up later, Amy gets pulled into the crew’s schemes which, after years of friendship with a certain legendary thief, is practically old hat. She shows up every now and then to help out with jobs and to flirt with Josie, which drives Olivia mad. (Whether she is more jealous of Amy or Josie is anyone’s guess).

I wrote a thing earlier in the evening (technically last night because it’s now one thirty in the morning) and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t make sense but I thought I’d post it!

If you hadn’t noticed, I love it when Steve and Tony meet as strangers and are almost immediately smitten.

Rainfall had always been a peaceful part of nature.

It was soothing and calming, the way the drops of water fell down from the sky and hit the ground with an almost gentle sound. The pitter patter of rain drops, soft on the ears and the rich smell of earth which soon followed after.

Steve stared at the rain from his shelter on the train platform, his sketchbook tucked safely in his jacket. He had forgotten his backpack again, a stupid move, but he didn’t think that the rain would meet him here. The weather forecast had also promised a day of clear skies and sunshine, the weatherman giving him that terribly wide smile as he encouraged people to enjoy the day, to have fun in the sun.

A scoff left from Steve as he rolled his eyes before licking at a stray raindrop that came to rest between his lips. He had gotten caught in the sudden downpour and since he had forgotten his backpack, he had forgotten his umbrella too. So, he was soaked and in need of some warmth clothes, maybe a punching bag to release all his anger out on. The only thing that was relatively dry was his sketchbook and to think that he had thought about ditching his jacket today.

The whole day hadn’t exactly been the best and it only seemed to be going downhill. He had missed his bus on the way to work so he ended up ten minutes late. It was lucky that the manager and owner of the store was a good friend of his because Peggy gracefully let it slide. He was then hit on by multiple people today, several asking for his number and complimenting how well-fitted his shirt was. It didn’t help that Natasha and Bucky were trying their goddamn hardest not to burst in laughter as they dealt with customers. Paint somehow managed to get onto said well-fitted shirt, the shirt being white so there was no luck in getting that stain out. Then everything seemed to dial down from there until he closed the shop and found out that it was raining outside.

It was raining cats and downs as he sprinted for bus stop, nearly missing the bus that would take him to the station. He was sure that he had the look of a mad man on his face as he slumped into a wonderfully free seat and sulked all the way to his stop.

Now he was here, waiting for his train to arrive so he could just get home.

The platform wasn’t busy today, three more people were there with him as they waited for the train themselves.

There was a mother talking animatedly with her child, her face bright as her child giggled and reached up to cup their mother’s cheeks. The gesture softened the mother’s eyes and Steve felt himself smile at the sight, thinking wistfully for his own mother who rested in a hospital room.

The second was a well-dressed businessman with his briefcase and umbrella in one hand and his other hand holding up a phone to his ear. He seemed angry, his eyebrows furrowed as his mouth moved fast, loud words pouring out of it as his left wing-tipped shoe covered foot tapped angrily. Steve vaguely wondered what kind of conversations could make someone so angry but then he remembered, having had similar ones himself.

The last person was a teenage girl, earphones plugged in and her music turned up loud, a way of ignoring the world. Her gaze never moved as she simply stared in front of her, looking at the scatter of rain drops. A backpack was slung around one shoulder and a small grey cardigan rested in her arm, she seemed tired.

Steve was tired too.

With nothing interesting left to look at, he decided to look at the platform across from them and found something…well, quite interesting.

There was no one else there except for a young man who was reading a book. He was dressed rather simply, a pair of dark jeans and a sweater that looked two sizes too big. He had a head of dark curls which looked soft and almost a light brown in the overhead light. Steve didn’t know why but he couldn’t bring himself to look away because he wanted to see the man’s face. It was quite a weird thought but it was a heavy want, one that sat right on his chest.

Then he got his wish and he was stunned.

The man lifted his head up and a pair of dark brown doe-eyes were the first thing that Steve noticed. He then took in the slightly soft jawline and the smooth cheeks, pale pink lips and a straight nose. Steve almost cringed at how he sounded like a damn cliché but he couldn’t deny the fact that this man was beautiful.

It then occurred to him that he had been staring for the past two minutes and he managed to look away before he completely embarrassed himself.

The train on the other side was nearing the station and Steve watched it pull in, sadly seeing the man step in and sit himself down by a window seat. It wasn’t unusual to see attractive people at the train station but this was the first time that Steve felt a sort of longing. He actually wouldn’t mind getting to know this man and talking to him, getting to know what he does and what he was ready.

He was…interested.

Peggy and his mother would scream if they ever heard this.

But it wasn’t meant to be and this was one of those moments that just happen. There was never a chance that he’d see that man again because people never see the same person twice. Especially at the train station. The thought of that was quite painful for Steve to admit and he resigned himself to waiting for his train so he could carry on his life.

Things did have a funny way of happening though.

His attention was caught again by a sound of loud knocking and Steve turned towards it, expression curious, before his eyes widened in surprise.

Right there, on the train, was the young man smiling at him through the window and holding up a piece of paper with big writing on it.

It read:


Steve couldn’t smile any wider if he tried as his heart started to pound against his chest and he hurried to get his sketchbook so he could write a response but it was too late.

Tony waved, grinning as the train pulled out of the station and Steve waved back frantically, uncaring of how stupid or desperate he may look in front of the three people there.

He looked at the train until it was gone and the wide smile never left as he tried to keep down the laughter of disbelief bubbling in his throat.

It seemed like he wasn’t the only squealing on the inside as the teenager girl looked like she had witnessed something incredibly great, due to what she had just seen.

It was turning out to be a good day after all.


A few pearls of laughter fell from his lips.

And he thinks I’m cute too.

Unexpected (Part 8 - Final...)

Your relationship with Yoongi has finally returned to a happy healthy place, but he is ready to start pushing some boundaries.

Warning: This chapter is long - 17000+ words. There is so much sex in here, I was worried that you might get tired of it (LOL!).  Super graphic and vulgar, like usual.  Lots of dirty talk, including derogatory name calling during sex – but then so do most of my stories. Includes non-BTS idols in major roles for this chapter.

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

It was 3pm.  Yoongi’s plane had landed at 2pm and now you were just waiting to hear from him.  He told you that he would come to your apartment as soon as he could after landing, and you were getting impatient waiting for him.  You busied yourself with cleaning the apartment as a distraction.  Between getting his luggage, going through customs, making his way through fans, driving back to his place to drop things off before turning around to come to your apartment… it was probably going to be another hour or even longer before he would be at your place.

It had been three weeks since you had last been together; he and the other boys were on a tour through several countries.  While he was away, he texted you frequently, sharing pictures of the places he was visiting and the two of you made a point to video chat every night before he went to sleep.  Being able to see his face even though he was so far away, was a comfort to you.  Yoongi would tell you funny stories about what was happening on the road or share snippets of songs he was writing; on a few occasions you made arrangements to share a meal over the internet – you would set up the laptop across from you on the table as if he was sitting there while you ate your meal and he would do the same, eating whatever he had ordered from room service.  More often than not, your late chats would devolve into an online sex session, with Yoongi asking you to strip and bend over in front of the camera, pulling your pussy lips apart so he could see inside you while you described a fictional account of you having sex with other men while he was gone. 

When Yoongi was still in town, role playing was something you would do maybe once a week to provide some variety to your love-making, but while he was out of town, role playing took a much more prominent position.  The scenarios you played out all started in different ways, but they always ended the same… with a graphic description of another man having sex with you, ejaculating in you, followed usually by Yoongi ejaculating in real life from masturbating while you spoke.  As much fun as your on-line sex sessions were, you were looking forward to doing something a little different.

It was 3:45pm when your doorbell rang.  When you opened your door, Yoongi came bursting through, throwing his bag on the floor and pulling you immediately into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue violently into your mouth without even saying a word to you first.  He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist to keep your body close to him while the other hand rested on the back of your head to keep your lips tightly locked with his.  Yoongi walked you backwards towards your bedroom while still kissing you feverishly, the movement was awkward since you both were too preoccupied with the kiss to pay much attention to where you were going.  Your feet got tangled up with each other more than once, you almost fell over when he accidentally backed you into a chair and he fumbled with the door knob to your bedroom.  Once he managed to get the door open, he walked you directly into the door jamb where you hit your head with a loud crack.  You cried out at the sudden pain and Yoongi pulled away, his eyes wide with shock.

“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  I wasn’t paying attention, I was just so eager to get to the bed, I misjudged the width of the doorway.  I’m sorry.  Are you okay?”  Yoongi’s hands cradled your head while he looked to see how badly you were hurt.

You couldn’t help but start laughing at the situation. “I’ve missed you so much,” you told him.

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Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 5- The Abominable Bride

Hello again! I was kind of excited to try this theme because I actually never wrote anything at all to do with TAB since it aired over a year ago. Tbh, I wasn’t terribly inspired by it at the time. But that’s another story lol. Now I was happy to try! So although this isn’t technically canon, it also doesn’t conflict with the canon of that episode. It could certainly fit if you’d like it to…I know I would. :)) 

A War He Must Lose

“Going somewhere?”

The deep echo of Sherlock’s voice in the back alley caused the small woman to halt and slowly turn. Once she was facing him, he could see the fear in her eyes. It occurred to him that she was afraid of him and that cut him deeply.

“Suppose I’m not anymore,” she said bitterly. “You’ve come to stop me, I assume?”

“I have,” Sherlock admitted.

She nodded. “And is the whole of Scotland Yard out front then? Waiting to take me away?” she asked through grit teeth.

Sherlock approached her slowly, again noting her trepidation. “No, Molly.”

Her lips parted in momentary shock. “Y-you know…you remember.”

“Of course I remember, yes. Do you really expect that I wouldn’t recognize a childhood schoolmate who happened to have the same last name and unmistakable eyes as a rather short and slight, but supposedly male, doctor at Bart’s hospital?” He raised a brow.

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The Book of Mormon AU Absolutely No One Wanted

Note: Idk anything and the day I do research is the day I storm heaven and devour God. 

  • The Zimmermanns are Mormons. They move down from Canada to Mormon city stronghold of your choice for vague reasons.
  • That afternoon a young, well-dressed man comes to their door with a tin of cookies and a smile.
  • “Hi! I’m Eric Bittle and I live down the street. Just wanted to make a good impression before you go to church! You probably won’t see much of me after.” 
  • Of course it’s Jack who answers the door and receives the cookies, and he’s so awkward and stunned by literally the cutest ray of sunshine in all of Mormon Stronghold that he doesn’t think to ask what Bittle means. “Um, thank you.” And then he closes the door.
  • The Zimmermanns are greeted warmly by the community that weekend, so warmly they get several warnings to stay the heck away from that Bittle fellow.
  • Several elders have been by Bittle’s house to give him literature and invite him to the church. He’s always very polite, friendly even, but he’s really… gay unsettling.
  • On top of that, the inside of his house is kinda unconventional. Like, there’s a lot of dribbly candles. Black pillar candles. Candles shaped like skulls. There’s incense everywhere, and herbs drying upside down by the windows. There are animal bones, picked clean by scavengers and bleached by the sun, apparently somehow acquired and resting in a curio cabinet. Bittle keeps strange dolls, terrible faceless things that smell like rosemary and earth, in cupboards and drawers. And there’s a rabbit, a fat brown fluffy thing with floppy ears, that he talks to like it understands.
  • They think Bittle might be a witch. And almost definitely gay. And a bad influence besides.
  • But he’s also very friendly and bakes more sweets than he could possibly eat, which created something of a conundrum. The elders fought each other to be the ones to visit him nearly weekly, but the church as a whole disapproved of any of their members being within a hundred feet of Bittle’s front door. 

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Could you post the first time Jamie and Claire made love and the last time.... The first intimate non-sexual moment and the last....

He didn’t speak further, but relaxed a bit under my hands when he realized that it wasn’t going to hurt. I felt an odd sense of intimacy with this young Scottish stranger, due in part, I thought, to the dreadful story he had just told me, and in part to our long ride through the dark, pressed together in drowsy silence. I had not slept with many men other than my husband, but I had noticed before that to sleep, actually sleep with someone did give this sense of intimacy, as though your dreams had flowed out of you to mingle with his and fold you both in a blanket of unconscious knowing. A throwback of some kind, I thought. In older, more primitive times (like these? asked another part of my mind), it was an act of trust to sleep in the presence of another person. If the trust was mutual, simple sleep could bring you closer together than the joining of bodies.

The strapping finished, I helped him on with the rough linen shirt, easing it over the bad shoulder. He stood up to tuck it one-handed into his kilt, and smiled down at me.

“I thank ye, Claire. You’ve a good touch.” His hand reached out as though to touch my face, but he seemed to think better of it; the hand wavered and dropped to his side. Apparently he had felt that odd surge of intimacy too. I looked hastily away, flipping a hand in a think-nothing-of-it gesture.

My gaze traveled around the room, taking in the smoke-blacked fireplace, the narrow, unglazed windows, and the solid oak furnishings. No electrical fittings. No carpeting. No shiny brass knobs on the bedstead.

It looked, in fact, like an eighteenth-century castle. But what about Frank? The man I had met in the wood looked disturbingly like him, but Jamie’s description of Captain Randall was completely foreign to everything I knew about my gentle, peace-loving husband. But then, if it were true—and I was beginning to admit, even to myself, that it might be—then he could in fact be almost anything. A man I knew only from a genealogical chart was not necessarily bound to resemble his descendants in conduct.

But it was Frank himself I was concerned with at the moment. If I was, in fact, in the eighteenth century, where was he? What would he do when I failed to return to Mrs. Baird’s? Would I ever see him again? Thinking about Frank was the last straw. Since the moment I stepped into the rock and ordinary life ceased to exist, I had been assaulted, threatened, kidnapped and jostled. I had not eaten or slept properly for more than twenty-four hours. I tried to control myself, but my lip wobbled and my eyes filled in spite of myself.

I turned to the fire to hide my face, but too late. Jamie took my hand, asking in a gentle voice what was wrong. The firelight glinted on my gold wedding band, and I began to sniffle in earnest.

“Oh, I’ll…I’ll be all right, it’s all right, really, it’s…just my…my husband…I don’t—“Ah lass, are ye widowed, then?” His voice was so full of sympathetic concern that I lost control entirely.

“No…yes…I mean, I don’t…yes, I suppose I am!” Overcome with emotion and tiredness, I collapsed against him, sobbing hysterically.

The lad had nice feelings. Instead of calling for help or retreating in confusion, he sat down, gathered me firmly onto his lap with his good arm and sat rocking me gently, muttering soft Gaelic in my ear and smoothing my hair with one hand. I wept bitterly, surrendering momentarily to my fear and heartbroken confusion, but slowly I began to quiet a bit, as Jamie stroked my neck and back, offering me the comfort of his broad, warm chest. My sobs lessened and I began to calm myself, leaning tiredly into the curve of his shoulder. No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I’d let him ride me anywhere.

This absurd thought coincided unfortunately with my dawning realization that the young man was not completely exhausted after all. In fact, it was becoming embarrassingly obvious to both of us. I coughed and cleared my throat, wiping my eyes with my sleeve as I slid off his lap.

“I’m so sorry…that is, I mean, thank you for…but I…” I was babbling, backing away from him with my face flaming. He was a bit flushed, too, but not disconcerted. He reached for my hand and pulled me back. Careful not to touch me otherwise, he put a hand under my chin and forced my head up to face him.

“Ye need not be scairt of me,” he said softly. “Nor of anyone here, so long as I’m with ye.” He let go and turned to the fire.

Originally posted by outlanderamerica

“I wish you hadn’t felt you had to do it,” I said quietly.
He didn’t reply for a moment but pursed his lips as he squatted and picked up a few stray nails. “When we wed—” he said, not looking at me. “When we wed, I said to ye that I gave ye the protection of my name, my clan—and my body.” He stood up then and looked down at me, serious. “Do ye tell me now that ye no longer want that?”
“I—no,” I said abruptly. “I just—I wish you hadn’t killed him, that’s all. I’d—managed to forgive him. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, but I did it. Not permanently, but I thought I could do it permanently, sooner or later.”
His mouth twitched a little.
“And if ye could forgive him, he needn’t die, ye’re saying? That’s like a judge lettin’ a murderer go free, because his victim’s family forgave him. Or an enemy soldier sent off wi’ all his weapons.”
“I am not a state at war, and you are not my army!”
He began to speak, then stopped short, searching my face, his eyes intent.
“Am I not?” he said quietly.
I opened my mouth to reply but found I couldn’t. The birds had come back, and a gang of house finches chittered at the foot of a big fir that grew at the side of the clearing.
“You are,” I said reluctantly, and, standing up, wrapped my arms around him. He was warm from his work, and the scars on his back were fine as threads under my fingers. “I wish you didn’t have to be.”
“Aye, well,” he said, and held me close. After a bit, we walked hand in hand to the biggest pile of barked timber and sat down. I could feel him thinking but was content to wait until he had formed what he wanted to say. It didn’t take him long. He turned to me and took my hands, formal as a man about to say his wedding vows.
“Ye lost your parents young mo nighean donn, and wandered about the world, rootless. Ye loved Frank”—his mouth compressed for an instant, but I thought he was unconscious of it—“and of course ye love Brianna and Roger Mac and the weans … but, Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that.”

He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed my upturned palms, one and then the other, his breath warm and his beard stubble soft on my fingers.

“I have loved others, and I do love many, Sassenach—but you alone hold all my heart, whole in your hands,” he said softly. “And you know that.”

If it must be sometime, it may as well be now, I thought, and deliberately ran my hands up the length of his thighs, hard and lean under his kilt. Though by this time I knew perfectly well what most Scotsmen wore beneath their kilts—nothing—it was still something of a shock to find only Jamie. 

He lifted me to my feet then, and bent his head to kiss me. It went on a long while, and his hands roamed downward, finding the fastening of my petticoat. It fell to the floor in a billow of starched flounces, leaving me in my chemise. “Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. 

He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.” 

He pressed me firmly to him, and I could feel that he was more than ready to get on with the business at hand. With some surprise, I realized that I was ready too. In fact, whether it was the result of the late hour, the wine, his own attractiveness, or simple deprivation I wanted him quite badly.

I pulled his shirt loose at the waist and ran my hands up over his chest, circling his nipples with my thumbs. They grew hard in a second, and he crushed me suddenly against his chest. “Oof!” I said, struggling for breath. He let go, apologizing. 

“No, don’t worry; kiss me again.” He did, this time slipping the straps of the chemise down over my shoulders. He drew back slightly, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples as I had done his. I fumbled with the buckle that held his kilt; his fingers guided mine and the clasp sprang free. Suddenly he lifted me in his arms and sat down on the bed, holding me on his lap. He spoke a little hoarsely. 

“Tell me if I’m too rough, or tell me to stop altogether, if ye wish. Anytime until we are joined; I dinna think I can stop after that.” In answer, I put my hands behind his neck and pulled him down on top of me. I guided him to the slippery cleft between my legs. 

“Holy God,” said James Fraser, who never took the name of his Lord in vain. 

“Don’t stop now,“ I said.

Originally posted by youwerethereforme

“I dinna mean to interrupt ye, Sassenach,” he whispered in my ear. “But would ye like a bit of help wi’ that?” 

“Um,” I said rather faintly. “Ah … what did you have in mind?” In answer, the tip of his tongue darted into my ear, and I let out a small shriek. He snorted with amusement and cupped his hand between my legs, dislodging my own fingers, which had gone rather limp. One large finger stroked me delicately, and I arched my back. 

“Ooh, ye’re well started, then,” he murmured. “Ye’re slick and briny as an oyster, Sassenach. Ye hadna finished yet, though?”

 “No, I—how long were you listening?” 

“Oh, long enough,” he assured me, and, ceasing operations for a moment, took hold of my disengaged hand and folded it firmly round a very enthusiastic bit of his own anatomy. “Mmm?” 

“Oh,” I said. “Well …” My legs had taken stock of the situation much more quickly than my mind had, and so had he. He lowered his head and kissed me in the dark with a soft, eager thoroughness, then pulled his mouth away long enough to ask, “How do elephants make love?” 

Fortunately, he didn’t wait for an answer, as I hadn’t got one. He rolled over me and slid home in the same movement, and the universe shrank suddenly to a single vivid point. A few minutes later, we lay under the blazing stars, quilt thrown off and hearts thumping slowly back to normal. 

“Did you know,” I said, “that your heart actually does stop for a moment at the point of climax? That’s why your heartbeat is slow for a minute or two after; the sympathetic nervous system has fired all its synapses, leaving the parasympathetic to run your heart, and the parasympathetic decreases heart rate.” 

“I noticed it stopped,” he assured me. “Didna really care why, as long as it started again.” He put his arms over his head and stretched luxuriously, enjoying the cool air on his skin. “Actually, I never cared whether it started again, either.” 

“There’s a man for you,” I remarked tolerantly. “No forethought.”

Troublesome (I)

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Pairing: NamjoonxReader TaehyungxReader

“Y/N,” he started, “I’m not sure what you expected. I can assure you that it’s not going to get better than this. You won’t find someone better than me, that’s for sure. I’m not even sure you deserve better.”

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You stepped out of the shower and slipped on your favorite bathrobe. You made your way downstairs. You entered the kitchen and stared for a moment at the wine cabinet. You knew that you shouldn’t drink during night hours, but you needed just a little to take the edge off. Just a little bit to forget about Taehyung for a moment.

You stared at the wine glass sitting on your kitchen counter, recalling the words Taehyung said to you about a few months ago. It left a swift pang in your chest. You rose the glass to your lips and took a long sip. A long sigh drew out from your chest. You rubbed your temples in small circular motions. You felt a chill crawl up your naked body, so you tightened your robe.

It was a quarter past 1 AM, and you knew you should be getting rest. But instead, you were up, wandering your large condo at night with the wine glass in your hand, thinking. You told yourself there would be no more late night drinking after you landed that office job, but here you were, breaking your promise. You had a tendency of doing that. Your current boyfriend, Namjoon, never hesitated on reminding you of that fact.

Even though he tended to nag you about little things, you were very thankful that he put up with you. You never thought you would end up with someone like him. You didn’t feel deserving of such a good man.  He was a very caring, and thoughtful. He always put your feelings first; always considerate of how you would feel. He was everything you ever wanted. A best friend, a lover, a caretaker, even therapist at times. You knew that he was the man that your parents would want to see you with. You knew that he was the man that would be the type to have a steady relationship with. You knew that he was the man that you should marry, yet the only thing on your mind was Taehyung.

“Fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you heard the lock to the front door being turned You hurriedly poured the remaining wine down your throat and placed the bottle back into the cabinet.

If Namjoon saw you drinking at this hour, you would surely get an earful. He’d bombard you with questions; most of which you still didn’t fully have the answer to. You still hadn’t had the heart to tell him anything about Taehyung or your encounter with him a few weeks ago. You promised yourself you would tell him when you’re ready, but ready hadn’t found you yet. The most he knows about him is that you were a broken mess after Taehyung and you parted ways. From that, Namjoon pieced you back together, and made you believe in love again. Tightening your robe you turned in the direction of the door, preparing to greet your boyfriend.

As if on cue, he walked in with slow strides. His face sulking, but lighting up once he saw you. He tossed his keys on the end table near the door and kicked his shoes off. Tired was written all over him. The slight bags under his eyes gave him away. He worked hard to provide for you and himself and you couldn’t thank him enough. He smiled with a closed mouth at you. He hung his jacket on the rack and set his bag near the door. He let out a long sigh.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked you, as he made his way over to embrace you.

“Just looking around for something to snack on before heading back upstairs. How was the night at the firm?”

“Long and uneventful. I can’t even count how many paper cuts I’ve gotten from signing and filing those damned forms.” He chucked.

He placed his hands around your waist and was inches from your face. His gaze looking down at you drove you to think slightly naughty thoughts. That was something Namjoon could always do that you could never wrap your head around. With a certain look, he could have you smiling, laughing, nervous, or ready to get to business.

“Ahh, is that so? Just a snack?”, he said as he planted a kiss on your lips.

You nodded cheerfully.

“If that’s what you’re really up to, how come I taste that merlot that I heard you put back in the cabinet on your lips?” He said with a smirk.

You clicked your tongue and chuckled.

“Oh, Joon. You never miss a thing, do you?” you said playfully. Your lips stretched into a full smile as you two rocked side to side.

“Not a thing.” he kissed your neck. “I know you all too well, Y/N.”

He took your hand into his and danced with you in silence. You found this to be oddly calming. You hadn’t realized how nervous you were until he calmed you with his romance. He led you in his steps as you two slowly twirled around the kitchen. You placed your head on his shoulder.

“You’re troubled. You know you can talk to me, Y/N. I will just listen. I won’t voice my opinion this time.”

“Why is he so good to me?”, you thought to yourself. “I don’t deserve a man this good.”

“What makes you think that I’m troubled?”

“Your heart is slowing down, meaning that you’re calming down from something. What’s making you nervous, darling?”

He pulled away from you slowly and looked at your face. You glanced up and him and kissed his lips, slowly and steadily.  He placed his hands on your neck, and deepened the kiss. You were glad this is one thing that he couldn’t analyze. You changing the subject by kissing him or engaging in sexual activity was something that he never quite caught onto.

You moaned into the kiss purposefully. You felt his breath shudder slightly, and his movements getting a bit more hasty. You took that opportunity to run your fingers down his chest and abdomen through his shirt. He broke the kiss.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

“Yes?”, you cooed while biting his earlobe softly. You know that drives him wild.

His deep grunt at your contact caused a chill to run down your spine.

“You need to tell me-” you cut him off due to the palm of your hand rubbing against the growing erection through his trousers. “…you-, fuck. I just want, I want-” you applied more pressure,

You giggled at the fact that your actions were causing him to be incapable of completing a coherent thought.

“This is not funny, Y/N.” he said. You bit your lower lip and looked him in his eyes lustfully. You knew you didn’t have to do much for him to take you right then and there, but you wanted to tease him a bit more. He placed his head in his hands and shook his head,

“What are you talkin’ about, baby?” You said as you cornered him slowly into the kitchen counter. His butt pressed against the edge of it as you rubbed his now hard member in circular motions through his pants.

He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, nodding his head vigorously.

“Okay, okay. Alright.” he said as he pushed you hand away.

“Uh-uh” You teased as you gripped him through his pants swiftly.

“Shit.” he moaned

You leaned in closely to his ear and wrapped both arms around his neck. You softly whispered all the naughty things you wanted him to do to you into his ear. Unable to take your teasing any longer, he gripped your forearm.

“Babygirl, you know how I feel about teasing.”

You had him now. Anything he was thinking bout before had been thrown out the window. His main focus was you.

“Do I?”

He nodded.

“Yes. Yes you do, and right now you’re being a naughty girl.”

“So what are you going to do about it, Daddy?”

He inhaled sharply and pushed you against the refrigerator with one swift motion. You pushed him over the edge and now you were paying for it. Namjoon told you about this kink early on, and you always used it to your advantage to get out of a tough situation. At first, you found it comical, and didn’t realize that he was serious. It wasn’t until he was calling you “babygirl”, and “princess” that you realized you shared the kink too. It was sort of a sexual awakening for you.

Namjoon was only the second man that you’d been with and you found the sex that you two had more than exciting. He knew your body, and that was something that turned you on and scared you at the same time. He knew what spots drove you wild, what names to call you, what positions you needed to be in at a specific moment. He could make you cum in less than two minutes if he had the mind to.

Your breath hitched when he rose your right leg up and stepped closer to you. Your back pressed against the refrigerator as his strong hand gripped your chin gently. The cool air meeting your heat as your robe loosened from him wrapping your leg around him.

“Why did you tease Daddy like that?” he asked sternly. His left hand slowly trailed down your abdomen to your wetness. He rubbed your clit in small circular motions.

“I…jus- I n-, fuck.” now it was you unable to complete a coherent thought.

“Hmmm? Answer me, baby.” he said as he kissed your neck. He planted more kisses along your clavicle, and bit your skin lightly.

Moans escaped your lips, and you drew a loud gasp when you felt one if his slender digits slip into you.

“I-I….I don’t know, Daddy.”

“Tsk, that won’t do babygirl.” he said in a low voice.

You could feel the one knee that you were standing on buckle. He caught you and chuckled.

“You’re getting weak on me?” he asked teasingly.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you jumped up and wrapped your other leg around him, forcing him to hold you up. He wrapped his hands around your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him and bit his lower lip as he carried you up the stairs to the bedroom. He smacked your ass hard, causing you to squeal.

Once he entered your bedroom, he threw you down on the bed. You giggled and bit your lip as you bounced a little on it. The look he gave you caused you to moisten even more. You carefully inspected him with your eyes.

He was tall, lean and slightly muscular. Definitely a more athletic build. He looked too good in his suit. The black slacks, suit jacket and dark blue accents on his button down shirt drove you wild. His black suit jacket with shawl lapels framed his slender neck. His jawline, sharp and defined. His lips, full and slightly reddened due to your mouths locking so fiercely. His eyes were smoldering, and full of lust. His bright blonde hair styled up into a quiff. He ran his fingers through his hair and parted his lips with his tongue.

“Take your robe off.”

You did as instructed. He loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his upper body. You studied it. From the moles on his neck to the few scattered across his abdomen. You studied his abs. They weren’t very defined, but they were still there.

You smiled to yourself as you noticed the Calvin Klein band hugging his hips. Something about this image was so sexy to you. A shirtless Joon, wearing black slacks, a black belt and a Calvin Klein brief band showing itself to you. His v-line looked very prominent. You wanted to get up and take him right there, but you restrained yourself; as you knew you would be punished for doing that.

“Lie back.”

He walks close to you as you lie on your back. You watch attentively as he drops down to his knees and spreads your legs open. He glares up at you as his face inches closer to your heat.

“You, you don’t have to do that..” you say shakily

“Hush, princess. Let Daddy take care of you.” he says as he presses his tongue flatly against your core.

Your back arches on instinct. A soft moan comes from you when he swirls his tongue around your clit.

“Fuckkk.” you mutter.

You gasp as he slips a finger inside. It’s been a long time since he’s done this, and it was driving you off the edge. He slipped another finger inside and skillfully sucked on your clit. You felt your thighs tremble. Sounds of you moaning and the wet sounds of him pleasuring your core filled the room. He pulled away from you with a sucking sound.

“You taste so fucking good, princess.” he cooed, slipping his finger into your mouth.

You suck his finger and look at him. The eye contact sends chills down his spine. His cock is swollen, but he wants to please you first. It’s almost unbearable. Namjoon lowers his head in between your legs again. This time he is relentless. Your back arches and your hips begin to buck and swivel. With strong hands, Namjoon holds your hips in place. You squirm and tremble, moaning his name as he laps up your essence.

“FUCKKK! DADDY! I’M GOING TO CUM!” you exclaim.

Namjoon slips two fingers inside as you grip his blonde locks and feel your stomach tighten. Your walls clench around his slender digits as he pushes them in and out of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your moans get louder. Namjoon slows the pace of his hand and grips your thigh. The movements of his tongue drag along your folds as you come down from your climax. You feel your body twitching.

“How was that, baby?” he asks you before standing and sucking on his fingers. You sit up and smirk.

Without a word, you stand and push him onto the bed. He appears slightly shocked by your sudden dominance. He raises a brow as he sits up on his elbows and takes in your naked body as you stand in front of him.

“Let me take care of you now, Daddy.” you proposed.

With a slight nod, he obliged, and let you unbuckle his belt and pants. You pulled them down to his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs. You were slightly startled by how hard he was. His bulge was begging to be released from his cotton restraints.  He sat up and touched your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?”

You nodded.

“Good, now let Daddy feel that pretty little whore mouth of yours.”

You loved when he talked to you like this. You weren’t quite sure why, but it caused shivers to jolt throughout your body. It sent tingles down your core and caused your knees to slightly give in.  

While dropping to your knees, you maintained eye contact with your boyfriend. He bit his lower lip as you dragged your palm over his swollen pole. You rubbed little circles through his briefs and smirked. He hung his head backward and let out a low grunt.

“Are you teasin’ Daddy?”

“No, Daddy.” you replied as you placed a kiss on his thigh, and another on his swollen dick. You let out a long breath on it. He moaned out.

“I think you are, babygirl.” he moaned

“Hmmm?” you cooed innocently.

You reached for his elastic band and tugged downward, signaling him to help you take his underwear off. Now free from his fibrous undergarments, he sat up and took your face into his hands, kissing you deeply before pushing your head down on his twitching cock. His member tickled the back of your throat as groaned.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good baby.” he grabbed a fist full of your hair.

You curled your lips around his tip and swiped your tongue across his frenulum, causing him to let out a loud groan. You felt your core moisten at the sound of him gaining pleasure from just your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down on him as he clenched his teeth. You looked up at him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Keep looking at me. Yeah, just like that, kitten.”

You maintained eye contact with him. He furrowed his brows and bit hard on his lip. You gripped the base of his shaft and jerked him while sucking on his tip.

“You like this, Daddy? You like when I suck on your big ha-”

“Get over here.” he said as he grabbed you by your shoulders and threw you face down on the bed.

This is what you needed. To be fucked hard. You wanted him to fuck Taehyung out of your brain. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you forgot your own name.

He positioned you so that your ass was in the air and your face was down in the pillows. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt a familiar sting on your bottom. Another sting on your left ass cheek.  You arched your back further as you felt him position himself in front of your entrance.

He teased your hole, rubbing his length along your folds a few times before pushing it in slowly. He grunted.

“Uhnnnhh,” you moaned into the sheets as you felt the stretch.

Fuck, Y/N. Your pretty little cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

Namjoon squeezed your ass before he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you down onto his cock. He placed his hand around your throat and squeezed firmly while biting you left earlobe. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. He took his other hand and stuck two fingers in your mouth while fucking your wet core from behind.

“You’re such a pretty little slut, aren’t you? Suck on my fingers for me, kitten.”

You did as you were told, and sucked his fingers. His grunts ringing in your ears, sending you that much closer to a climax. The seize on your throat getting tighter. He removed his fingers from your mouth and flipped you on your back. He spread your legs open roughly and looked at your body before grabbing your breasts. You whined slightly. Namjoon smirked and licked the palm of his hand and slapped your aching core. Your back arched in response. He took that moment to spread your legs as far as the could go, sliding back inside of you.

This was one of your favorite positions. The feeling of him on top of you, the eye contact, seeing his body, being able to see him plunge himself in and out of you, all of it. You loved the tingling feeling that it caused you to have.

He bent down and sucked on your neck. He knows how much that turns you on. It was one of your “spots”, as he liked to call it. He played with your nipples while pumping in and out of you slowly. You took tufts of his hair into you left fist while your other hand ran itself across his back.

“Faster, Daddy.” you whimpered while your legs wrapped around his lower half without you completely realizing it.

He sped up, per your request. You tugged his hair hard, causing his neck to jerk back, and his adam’s apple became much more visible. The sight alone caused you to moan sharply.

“I fucking love you, Daddy. You feel…you feel so good inside of me.” you grunted through clenched teeth.

F-fuuuuuhhhhh, you’re going to make me cum talking like that, princess.”

“Harder, please. Oh fuck, yes!” you felt your nails digging into his back as he pounded your walls. You felt them clench around his length a little tighter with each thrust. “Yes, Daddy. Oh my God, I’m going to fucking cum all over your fucking cock. Uhhhhhhh! Just like that, keep going.”

“You like when I pound you don’t you? Daddy loves your tight little pretty pussy.” he was now drilling you. His speed caused the headboard to shake and the bed was now creaking.

You felt your stomach convulse and tighten as your back arched deep. You screamed his name as you came. The sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you rang in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he moaned. “Where should I cum?”

“Inside, deep inside. I want you to fill me up to the brim. Can you fill my pussy up, Daddy?”

He pumped harder, causing your legs to tremble. He rose up from you slightly so he could see himself fucking your hole. He pushed deep inside with long strokes as he got closer to cumming. He rubbed your clit in circles while he fucked you even harder. Your hips bucked and swiveled as you felt your walls clench tighter.

“Fuck, princess, I’m cumming.” he grunted.

“Hurry… I-I-I’m not… I’m not sure I can, I’m not sure I can’t-take it much l-l-longer.” you stammered. It’d been awhile since you were fucked to the point of struggling to complete your sentences.

His strokes got faster again, and you began stuttering nonsensical sounds.

“I’m cumming, babe! Fuuuuuuckkkk!” he muttered through clenched teeth. You felt his dick twitch inside before you felt the warmth of his seed spill inside of you. You were still a stuttering moaning mess as you felt him pump one last time deeply into you before pulling out.

“Fuck, Y/N. We haven’t fucked like that in a while.” He said breathily.

You couldn’t even think about speaking yet. You had to collect yourself, and let your body calm down. You were still shaking and twitching. It was arguably the best sex you’ve ever had. Your heart was beating in your ears. Lying there with your eyes shut closed and your hand on your stomach, you shifted your position to lie on your side. The cool air hit your back, and you realized how much you were sweating. You opened your eyes finally and rested your head on your hand to see a panting Namjoon lying next to you.

You may have to call off work in the morning, and that thought alone amused you.

“Yes, Mr. Park? I’m afraid I won’t be able to come into work today due to the fact that my boyfriend, Namjoon, fucked my brains out at 2 AM. Yeah, my pussy and legs are just way too sore. Sorry for the inconvenience that he and I may have caused you.” You chuckled at the thought of really saying that to your boss. He was a very light-hearted and uplifting spirit to be around and had a sort of innocence about him. He seemed like the type to blush at the certain words. You could already see the embarrassment form in his face if you would ever dare to say something like that to him.

You looked at your boyfriend. He was still breathing a bit heavily. His bright blonde hair sticking to his forehead, and his skin moistened. He was beautiful. Handsome at all times, especially after mind-blowing sex. You were attracted to him beyond belief. He looked over at you.

“Why are you staring, baby?” he teased. “See somethin’ you like?”

You playfully punched his shoulder.

“Yeah. I see my lovely boyfriend.” you pecked his cheek, “Thank you for that.”

“No, thank you!” he said as he rose up, and headed to the bathroom.

You heard the faucet being turned and the sound of water being released as you laid on your back once more and stared at the ceiling. You smiled to yourself wondering how you got so lucky to be in bed with such a wonderful man. Was this really your life? Did you really just get fucked so hard that you couldn’t speak? Was this king sized bed really yours to share with Namjoon? Did you really deserve all of this? The nice car, the stable job, the nice and spacious apartment? Was this really what you deserved? Especially considering who you used to be and all the bad things you’ve done? Your eyelids began to feel heavier, but you didn’t want to fall asleep until you felt his arms around your body, holding you. Namjoon could make you feel a lot of things. Angry, annoyed, jealous, loved, appreciated, special, etc., but above all of that, be made you feel safe, and that’s not something you thought you could ever feel.

You decided to keep yourself a bit occupied so that you wouldn’t fall asleep just yet.

Glancing over at your phone charging on the nightstand, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to play a few games of Fun Run while you waited for Namjoon to get out of the shower. You pressed the power button, but it didn’t come on. Unplugging it from the charger, you held the power button down and watched eagerly as the screen lit up. A few seconds of start-up occurred before you were able to use your device. You unlocked your phone to navigate your home screen, 39 unread messages and 18 missed calls caught your attention. “The fuck?”, you muttered to yourself. Your brows furrowed as you inched the screen closer to your face. A number you hadn’t recognized had been texting and calling you since 2 AM, but only 10 of those messages were from that number. You received a few missed messages from your best friend, a few from your mobile carrier letting you know your next payment is due Wednesday, and more from people you’d been leaving on delivered for days. It’s not that you minded talking to them, it’s just that you were not really a texting type of person.

There was another one that you received from Namjoon, letting you know that he would be home soon.

You glanced at the upper right corner of the screen. The time read 4:21 AM. You came to the realization that you hadn’t been asleep since you got home at 6, and you had work at 10 AM on Saturdays. You definitely were going to call in today. Not just because you already knew you’d be sore, but because Namjoon was off, and you wanted to spend more time with him. That was the one thing the two of you had been missing lately. You both were getting busier and busier. He usually got off around 1 AM, sometimes as late as 3 AM, and you’d be fast asleep, catching Z’s when he came home. Normally, he would turn on Netflix and fall asleep next to you after eating, before you had to get up for work. When you came back home, he would be on his way to the office. You were growing sick of constantly kissing him hi, and then goodbye at the same time.

You ran your fingers across your forehead and scratched slightly. You deleted the notifications of the missed calls, but decided to read the messages.

You have 10 new messages.

Unsaved Number (10):

Hey, Y/N. Just seeing if ur up. Idk, it’d be great if we can talk… [2:23 AM]

If u don’t want to talk you can let me know that. You don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. I’m not like how I was before. I am a changed man XD [2:24 AM]

I know that I’m probably the last person u wanna talk to, but I just want to get some closure. For the both of us. Well I mean if u still need it, that is. Ik that I do. [2:30 AM]

Well ur prolly asleep rn. I called bout 3 times …  But I guess I can call back later.

Y/N? [3:12 AM]

Y/N, it’s kinda important. [3:12 AM]

Can u pls call me back? I really need to talk to you. [3:14 AM]

Y/N, I called u like 13 times. Can you please wake up?? Please. [3:15 AM]

Ik that its late night rn, but pls, I need you. [3:32 AM]

I guess I’m going to just keep calling u til u answer the phone :( [3:39 AM]

Y/N, please. Idk what else to do. When you get this, pls respond. I’m in a better place than I was b4. I’m sorry for acting all crazy on u earlier. I just really need to talk to u about a lot of stuff. [4:09 AM]

Just as you were finishing catching up on the messages, the interface you were looking at changed into the call screen. The number was calling you again. Should you answer it? You weren’t even entirely sure who it was, but you had a pretty good idea. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you tapped answer before pressing the device to your ear. You stared at the ceiling as you felt your chest pang like it did before. The voice on the other end was shaky.

“He-Hello? Y/N?” a deep voice stammered. You recognized that voice. You didn’t think that he would actually call you. You left your number on the napkin in the diner months ago. Why is he calling now? And better yet, why was he still on your mind after months?

“Yes?” you questioned knowingly.

“Thank God! I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. I’m so so so so sorry for blowing your shit up like that, but it’s important.”

“Who… who is this?” you asked. You knew very well who it was, but you wanted to make sure.

“Really? You don’t recognize my voice?” he sounded hurt. You weren’t used to him showing emotion at all. What did he want? Why was he contacting you now? You gripped a fistful of sheets and clenched your teeth. You weren’t sure why you were feeling this anger.

“What do you want?” you spat out. You didn’t intend for your voice to  sound so stern, but it was hard not to sound cold when you were talking through your teeth. You realized your tone and unclenched your jaw.

“Can’t really discuss this over the phone…”, he took a pause before he gulped. Was he nervous? “C-Can you meet me somewhere? Like right now?” he asked.

“Uh. I need a lot more information before I leave anywhere to meet you.”

“Please… I really…”, he sighed, “I just really need you right now. I… I don’t know what else to do.” his voice sounded shaky, like he was holding back tears. Your thoughts were confirmed when you heard light sniffles.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Kim Taehyung, Mr. No-Emotion, was here, calling you at 4 AM showing emotion.

“Tae? Are you… are you crying?”

He grunted and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” he chuckled lightly.

“What’s going on with you? The last time you asked me to meet was like 6, 7 months ago, and you said you wanted to ‘catch up’. How do you catch up after breaking someone like that? I thought I couldn’t be broken anymore than I already was after you left, but what else could I expect? You’re Kim fucking Taehyung. Of course you would break me even more. Seeing your damn face for the first time in almost two years almost caused me to have a panic attack. I was just reminded of all that you did to me. And even during the last time we met, you didn’t even apologize. You were somehow even colder than before.” you snapped.

There was a tension. You could feel yourself breathing hard. Taehyung was just silent. He took a deep breath and spoke.

“You’re absolutely right. I was a shitty person. And I don’t even know why you left your number on that napkin that night. I obviously didn’t deserve your time. And I damn sure didn’t deserve to you.” he took a pause. “Y/N, there was a lot going on at that point. I didn’t mean to be rude to you, or to seem cold. It’s just, I realized that it wasn’t safe where we were. He was watching me! I had to act colder. He wanted to see if I still cared about you. I had to hide it. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of the shit I got caught up in.”

Your eyes widened.

“The fuck are you talking about, Taehyung? Who was watching?”

“It doesn’t matter now, I killed him.”

Your blood felt like ice rushing through your veins. Your breath drew sharply.

“…T-T-..Tae-” you weakly stammered.

“Y/N, I know, I know. I did what had to be done. I don’t want you to think…I don’t want- FUCK!” You could hear his voice starting to shake again. “I….fuck, Y/N. I don’t want you to think that I’m just some…some ruthless killer. That’s not me. He was going to… he was going to hurt you. I tried to get out, I really did. But he didn’t give me an easy way out. He told me to meet you to prove I didn’t care about you, to prove that you weren’t the reason I wasn’t losing focus.”

The words he told you didn’t make sense. They sounded like gibberish. All you could process was the fact that he’d just told you that he had killed someone.

“Y/N? A-are you still there?”


“I just. I’m so sorry. I was losing focus because of you. I wasn’t making deals. I was losing count of the money. I was fucking his business up. And he knew it was because of you. He knew that it was because you were the only thing I could think about. He knew that it was because I couldn’t fucking forgive myself for leaving you how I did. I was scared, and instead of thinking about you, I thought only about myself. I can’t ever stop thinking about that night.”

“Are you talking….are you talking about the alley?”


You felt your chest start to burn. Tears welled in your eyes. Why should you believe anything that he’s telling you right now? What has he ever done to make you believe him anyway?

“You killed someone? When? Why? How!?” you had so many questions

“Y/N, it’s really not anything I can tell you in proper detail over the phone. I need to meet with you. Forreal this time.”

“I-I don’t know. I think you should probably just leave me alone.”

“Y/N, please. Just give me an hour to explain everything.”

“Tae, I don’t think you understand. I’m happy now. I’m living with Namjoon, we’ve got plans of marriage. We’ve got plans of a child. Plans of a stable future. I’m doing really well now. I’ve finally gotten my life figured out. And here you come, trying to ruin it all.” you said as you felt the warm tears fall freely from your eyes.

“You’re getting married?” he asked shakily.

“Sooner or later. We’ve not really hammered out all the details, but he and I have been together almost two years now.” you didn’t know why Namjoon was any of TaeHyung’s business. You maybe wanted to boast a little, to hurt him for hurting you.

“Well, I’m happy for you, Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. There was a few seconds of awkward silence that seemed to last hours.

“Thanks, Tae.” you said sadly.

Why did that make you sad? Why did it feel like a piece of you had just died. Maybe you were finally cutting Taehyung out of your life for good. Maybe this was a good thing. If it was, why did it feel so strange to do? Why was it so eerily painful?

“No, really, Y/N. I’m so fucking happy for you. Honestly.”

“Tae, please.”

“No, Y/N. You deserve it. I do ruin your life. You don’t owe me anything. You don’t even owe me a chance to explain anything. I’m sorry for bothering you. I really am. Goodnight.”

“Tae wai-” you were cut off by the line clicking.

You stared at your screen. Part of you wanted to call back. Your thumb hovered over the re-dial button for a split second before you heard Namjoon cut the faucet off. You powered your device down quickly and sighed deeply. You wiped your tear-stained face off, and walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. You pulled out a pair of Namjoon’s boxers and slipped them over your bottom half. You pulled open the second drawer below the first one and got one of his t-shirts to put on. Closing both drawers, you sighed.

You felt just as bad as you did when TaeHyung left you in that alley. You didn’t want to think about it.

Namjoon entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half. And another drying his hair.

“You’re not going to hop in?” he asked.

You shook your head and sighed.

“Way too tired. Time for sleep.”

“I love when you just speak in fragments when you’re tired. It’s so cute.” he chuckled as he walked over to the dresser to get suited in the same outfit as you.

You waved him off and practically crawled over to your bed and got under the silk sheets.

“Wait a minute… I’m missing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.” He said as he looked in the drawers.

You began to giggle.

“Sorry, baby.” you said, “hurry, and get in bed with meeeee!” you whined.

“Alright, alright. Hang on a moment.” he said as he hurriedly threw on his clothes.

He crawled into the bed on the opposite side in order to be the big spoon. His arm wrapped around your waist. You could feel his chest being pressed against your back and his chin resting against your head. This is where you felt most safe. Your legs intertwined with his. He kissed your left ear lobe.

“Goodnight, Jagiya.” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Joon.” you whispered back before locking your hand in his and kissing it.


Part II


Shadowhunters 209/210 Theory (Mostly 210)
My theory is based mostly on these pictures. So I could be super wrong!

Valentine is torturing Alec. Okay that’s a weird way to start of, so let’s dig deeper. Then I will explain why Valentine is torturing Alec & ONLY Alec! In the 1st picture Magnus seems distressed and worried. Magnus & Alec have their huge argument towards the end of 209 and Alec needs some space so he runs off to the institute and the episode ends with Valentine breaking into the institute and taking hostages. So in 210 Magnus is feeling guilty bc he thinks it’s his fault that Alec was taken hostage. If he would have just told Alec about, whatever they were fighting about, he would be with Magnus and safe. Then Clary sees him sulking on the balcony (Pic #2) and tries to consult him, which in turn causes Magnus to express his guilt of causing their argument and possibly that he should have stopped Alec from leaving. Clary comes over to him(Pic #3) to convince him that it wasn’t his fault and there was no way for them to predict that Valentine would attack the institute. And that they will figure out a way of rescuing Alec, Izzy, and the rest of the institute TOGETHER. Clary then gets a video through text or a live video from Valentine (Pic #4). He does this thanks to that IT girl(Lindsey?). The video is most likely Valentine beating up a bound/handcuffed Alec. V: If you want him to live then I need you, Clarissa, and your brother. A: Clary, Jace, don’t come near here (basically telling them not to help that he can handle it). V: *punches him unconscious* This will only get worse. Don’t worry he’s still alive but not for long. After they watch the video, Jace starts screaming and they (Clary & Magnus) run into the house. Jace’s Parabatai rune is red or black or whatever, it’s bad. Magnus then sedates him so he’s not screaming in pain. Also so Jace can give Alec some of his strength. And they realize they have to get Alec back. Mostly for Jace’s sake.

Now why Alec?
-Alec is Jace’s Parabatai so Jace can feel and sense that Alec is being harmed and tortured. As Alec’s brother & Parabatai he’s going to want to save him. So it’s a great way to get Jace to him. Alec’s life for him.
-Clary cares for Jace and Alec so she would do anything to help them. If she has to go with Valentine in order for Alec, and subsequently Jace, she will do it. Not activate the Soul Sword, just go with Valentine.
-Okay. Valentine has to know that Alec is dating Magnus Bane, the HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN. And Magnus is warlock(and Dot is possibly dead) and he needs one. All he has is Madzie, a 4/5 year old warlock, and Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Valentine is not stupid. He knows that Magnus would give himself up to Valentine if it means he releases Alec, and Magnus heals Alec.
-Isabelle. It’s safe to assume that Izzy is most likely in the institute as well. Valentine could be torturing Alec right in front of Izzy. We have seen in the past that, even though she is the LITTLE sister, Izzy is extremely protective of Alec. *Side note: I think this gives evidence to many fans’ theory that Alec is autistic, even mildly autistic. She would be protective of her brother. Also Jace’s comment about Alec being sensitive. I could wrong. Like most of the public, I don’t fully understand Autism* Back to my point. Valentine realizes he can mentally torture one Lightwood while physically torture another Lightwood.
-Robert & Maryse were part of the Circle when Valentine started it. They eventually left him and got their Circle runes taken away and run one of the world’s institute. The only punishment they got was they can only be in Idris for Clave business. He could also be trying to get them back on his side. Alec is their eldest son, so they would care for him. They would willingly go back if it meant that ALL of their children are safe.
-Final point. Jocelyn! Valentine somehow finds out that Alec was the Shadowhunter that killed Jocelyn. Most likely Raj cause you know he would to save himself. Remember, Jocelyn is the love of Valentine’s life! So, he’s going to be extremely pissed at whoever killed her. But someone, Izzy most likely, points out that the demon that he sent inhabited Alec’s body, which is the only reason Alec killed her.

Sorry for long post. I had a lot to explain

insecurity | tommy shelby

Hey could you possibly do one where the reader is younger than Tommy like early 20s but they’ve always had a thing and he does something which causes a huge argument and they don’t speak anymore but then the reader winds Tommy up and makes him really jealous when Michael comes along by flirting with him and all over him all the time and it brings out the worst in Tommy thanks !!

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Summary: Mickey catches Ian and Kash together. He tried to deny his jealousy as he storms off, but Ian finds him and it’s hard to mask.

Word Count: 1001

Notes: I’ve been working like crazy on all the requests so I haven’t gotten to what you requested yet, I will asap!

Though Mickey had been a complete ass to Ian, he was very horny and secretly missed the crazy redhead– emphasis on the ‘secretly.’ Without speaking to Ian for the past week, he hasn’t been fucked by anyone and he’s in dire need of it. With determination, he puts his coat and scarf on and then sets foot for the Kash n Grab.

On his way to the store, he pushed out any thoughts of how excited he was to see Ian– he could careless about him, right? It was a constant battle between his mind and his heart to be convinced that the Gallagher boy did not matter to him. As he neared the Kash n Grab, he did his best to shrug the feeling off and put his head on straight.

When Mickey walked into the Kash n Grab, he looked around and noticed that Ian must’ve already been in the back, which made him smirk— they could get right down to business. He locked the doors, grabbed a Snickers bar from the shelf, and then made his way to the back room.

He pushed the door of the back room open and saw a sight that he never expected— something he did not want to see. Ian was balls fucking deep inside of a thirtyfive year old towel head. Ian and Kash both abruptly turned at the sound of the door being slammed open. Kash looked horrified, but Ian seemed guilty. “Shit,” Ian said quietly

Mickey masked his upset feeling and scoffed. “Motherfucker,” he said and then dropped his Snickers bar on the ground. He immediately stormed out of the store. His heart was pounding in his chest– these were the sole proprietors of the times he really wished he didn’t care.

Taking out a pack of smokes from his coat pocket, he lit one and rushed his way to the abandoned building that he often snuck off to. Hensort of used it as his safe place— a place where he could be free to think or feel whatever he wanted to without anyone interfereing.

After he ran all the way to the top floor of the building, he grabbed the bottle of vodka that he had stashed in the corner of the room, and took a swig of it. He needed to get completely wasted after seeing that.

Little did Mickey know, Ian had followed him there. “Mickey!” He heard come from the bottom of the stairs. “Would you stop fucking moving so fast?” He watched as Ian trudged his way up the steps.

Mickey completely hid the hurt expression on his face by covering it with a scowl. He didn’t know why he felt so offended after seeing Ian with someone else, but he fucking hated it. “The fuck you want, man?” Mickey said.

“I’ve been fucking Kash for months. I tried to get him to back off, but he just came on me,” Ian tried to explain. He was clearly distressed about the whole situation.

“You were the one with your dick in him,” Mickey cockily snorted. “But it don’t fucking matter.” He tried to sound careless, but he had to avoid looking at the redhead in fear that’d he’d see right through his tough exterior.

“Yes, it fucking does–”

“I could careless who you decided to fuck on your free time, asswipe,” Mickey spat. He immediately regretted saying that because he knew that Ian could hear the jealous venom that stung in his voice.

Suddenly a look of annoyance and smugness flashed across Ian’s face. “Well, I mean, it just surprises me you even came by. You don’t give a shit about me, right?” He was trying to mock Mickey.

Mickey rolled his eyes and scoffed. He hated to hear Ian speak like this because no matter how much he tries not to, he does care. Looking down, he tightly shut his eyes. Ian slowly walked forward until Mickey could feel his breath.

“But I don’t think that is right, Mickey. I think you do care,” Ian pushed. Mickey eventually nodded because it was inevitable for him to fully hide something from the redhead. “You do care,” he spoke with a hint of shock. “I’ll completely stop fucking him if you want.”

Mickey rolled his eyes and put his defensive wall back up. “He’s a fucking pedophile. Do what the hell you want, dick breath.” It was an instinct for him to speak like this, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

Ian shrugged. “Fine. If you don’t care, I’ll go back there right now and stick my dick in him rather than you. Never did finish,” he started to turn but Mickey grabbed his arm.

“Don’t. Don’t go back to him–” the Milkovich boy started. He was very opposed to kissing, but a strong wave of lust washed over him and he grabbed the back of Ian’s neck to pull him in for a heated kiss. It definitely took Ian by surprise, but when he realized what was going on he kissed back harder. Before separating, Mickey lightly bit down on Ian’s lip. “Mine,” he said protectively.

Ian nodded and grinned into Mickey’s mouth. He loved seeing the possessive side of Mickey, and this was also the first kiss they ever shared so he he was on cloud nine. “Yours,” Ian crashed their lips together again.

Mickey suddenly pulled back with a smirk. “You said you never got to finish?” Ian shook his head. “Better get on me then,” he turned around and unbuckled his belt.

They fucked hard and quick. All it took was a few moments of hearing Mickey’s moans and how he was telling Ian that he wanted him to fill him up, and he did exactly that. For the first time, they laid there for a while after– just laying in each other’s presence. As Ian looks at Mickey, he understands that is hard for Mickey to express who he truly is, so he’ll take what he can get.

For my own part I find it exceedingly difficult, even at this time, to determine in which of the learned professions I shall list myself.

John Laurens to James Laurens, April 17, 1772

Relatable as always, Laurens. Countless students everywhere graduate from school and ask themselves exactly the same thing, “Now what???”.