he lets himself enjoy being with her and he's had the most control over himself when he's around her

{Final Chapter: PART 30} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; N/A.

“And in the end, he had everything he had only ever hoped of having; her, only her - for the rest of time.”

Warning: Although this chapter doesn’t have an M rating, there are some scenes of slight mature/sexual content.

This is the final chapter to this series! If you would like to read my author’s note, I have placed it at the end of this post after the chapter for those who wish to see it~ Thank you, and I hope you enjoy IWSY’s final chapter ^^

{Part 1} // {Part 29} {Final Chapter: Part 30}

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Out of the Blue 03

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk.

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3

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It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater. 

The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable. 

He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.

Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?

Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.

But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?

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Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist


Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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Caught In The Crossfire // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female on Male), Unprotected Sex, Extremely Graphic Violence, Very Graphic Deaths, Angst, Physical Torture, Swearing, and your heart might just break. 

Word Count: 8,123

Song: Trouble by Halsey

A/N: I was definitely not expecting this fic to take the turn it does but, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Shoutout to my ultimate homie @stilinski-jpeg for letting me pester her with ideas and helping me decide which ones to add to the fic. I love you, sis. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this because, fuck, I sure do. 


Mitch Rapp is the ultimate secret agent this world has ever seen — James Bond doesn’t even come close enough to compare to him. Ever since Katrina’s death, he has completely dedicated his life to clearing the planet of terrorists. He fights crime, kills bad guys and saves innocent lives on a daily basis. The CIA has even gone as far as to call Mitch Rapp the perfect weapon, capable and skilled beyond imagination.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the scariest and most badass villain out there, very well known all over the world for her vicious crimes. Stealing, kidnapping, making a fortune off the black market, torturing her enemies and, especially, brutally killing are some of her many specialties. People around the planet talk about and even fear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for what she has already done and what she is planning on doing next.

So, you’d think that when Mitch Rapp was assigned to eliminate this particular target who has caused enough chaos around her, he would’ve immediately killed her the first chance he got, right?

Wrong.

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{PART 23} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Prince Jeon Jungkook, the first of his name, teaches you the meaning of loyalty and respect. And while you submit to him entirely, you and Jungkook both think about the future, and he can’t help his love and desire to protect you overflow.

“He loved her in her entirety. He wanted to undress her mind, make love to her thoughts and deepest insecurities. She wanted to bring down the many cold walls he had built around him; and he welcomed her with open arms.”

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

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

{Part 1} // {Part 22} {Part 23} {Part 24}

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Let Daddy Make You Feel Good | Part One

soooo this is the first fic I’ve written in a while and the first one ever that I’ve decided to publish online haha it was also supposed to be a short one-shot but I got carried away and ended up with like 5K words of pure fucking smut. like beginning to end, this is all smut. so I’m splitting it up into two parts.

this is based off an actual dream I had about Tom a couple nights ago where we were staying in a hotel and someone was trying to flirt w me or some shit and I was texting Tom about how annoyed I was, and the most vivid part of the dream that I remember is a text from him that said “Come let daddy make you feel good” (A+ subconscious over here - Tom with a daddy kink). so this is loosely based off that dream, hope y’all enjoy 💖


“Come on baby, don’t be that way,” the older man’s voice gruffed.

“I said fuck off,” she spat. She rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink as the older man next to her at the bar mumbled unintelligible curses and slipped away to bother someone else. She’d never had any issue fending for herself when it came to lonely, horny men in bars, but she had already been stressed from work and random strangers coming onto her wasn’t easing her irritation.

Her phone buzzed on the bar and she glanced down to see a text from her boyfriend Tom pop up on the screen. He had come back home to her from filming, but for only a few days before he was being whisked away to some other foreign location. For the meantime, they were holed up in a Four Seasons in Midtown Manhattan, all paid for by the company that had hired him. Normally she’d protest and demand he come home to her apartment – given she lived in New York and her place wouldn’t be a far drive – but she’d finally be spending a weekend with her boyfriend with no distractions, and she couldn’t complain.

Is that man still bothering you? Do I need to come downstairs and give him a piece of my mind love? x

She chuckled to herself as she read her boyfriend’s message. Despite the stranger at the bar being a good two feet taller than Tom, he would barge downstairs and willingly take him on himself for her. 

I’m alright, he’s gone somewhere to sulk. But he’s ruined my attempts at easing this headache. 😡

She hit “send” and took another swig of her drink. Tom was already upstairs in their suite, after his flight in he’d crashed in bed without second thought, so she decided to let him rest awhile and went to the bar downstairs to try and ease her headache. Her phone buzzed again with another message from Tom almost immediately after her previous message had delivered.

That’s a shame, I was looking forward to showing him what happens when someone messes with my girl.

Warmth spread inside her as she read the last two words and looked down to hide her grin. She adored Tom with every fiber of her being, and all the ways he showed her how much he adored her as well. Before she could type up a response, her phone buzzed again and another message from Tom popped up.

Forget the bar and come upstairs, darling. Come let daddy make you feel good.

She bit her lip and clenched her thighs closer together. This was going to be another one of those nights. She’d always harbored an interest in the whole “daddy kink”, in secret of course, since most of her friends always expressed their being grossed out by it. She was even more excited when she began to learn about her boyfriend’s hidden desires and discovered this was one of them. Although she found that he only pulled the daddy card on nights where he was feeling needier than usual, craving not only her touch but seeing her submit to him.

Nights like tonight.

Downing the rest of her drink, she spun around and hopped off the barstool to make her way to the elevator, the warmth already growing in her core. As she exited the elevator on their floor and rounded the corner, she saw him standing at the end of the hallway – was he that impatient that he was coming downstairs to retrieve her himself? He smiled warmly at her and extended a hand to her as she approached him. Taking her hand, he pulled her into an embrace, gently lifting her off the floor and spinning her in a circle once before setting her back down.

“Have I been gone that long?” she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Much too long, m’love,” he whispered just audible enough for her to hear. His eyes bore into hers, and she could see a flicker of something dark in them. Winding an arm around her waist, he pulled her close and lead her down the hall to their room.

The moment the door was locked she felt his hand on her arm pulling her back and pushing her against the door, Tom’s face centimeters from hers. Before she could utter a word his mouth was on her, kissing and licking at her neck while his hands raked up and down her body. 

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy tonight?” his voice rasped in her ear.

“Uh huh,” she whimpered as she felt his hand move between her thighs. He slipped his hand down the front of her panties, sliding a finger over her clit.

“Fuck darling,” he groaned. “You’re soaking wet. Is this all for me?”

Her head fell back against the door as she moaned in response. He quickly removed his hand and gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head back down to look in her eyes.

“Answer me when I ask you a question,” he said sternly, making her knees go weak. She loved when he took control in the bedroom.

“Y-Yes,” she whispered, her breathing becoming heavier in her eagerness.

“Good girl,” he pressed a kiss to her lips. “Now, arms above your head, and don’t you dare move them.” 

She immediately obeyed, holding her hands together as far above her as her arms would allow. Tom returned to the spot in between her thighs, tapping her foot with his so that she would spread her legs farther apart for him. He slid his hand back down the front of her panties, this time lingering on her clit. He slid his middle finger back and forth over the sensitive bud of nerves, and her hips bucked in response. He held her down against the door with his free hand as he began rubbing her clit. Her hands balled into fists as she let out a loud moan that she was sure the other residents nearby could hear. He slipped a finger inside of her and she felt herself getting weaker, her hands sliding down to the top of her head. Without missing a beat, she felt Tom’s free hand grab her jaw, as the hand between her legs froze.

“What did I say about those hands?” he growled in her ear, to which she whimpered in response, returning her hands to the spot above her head. He began mercilessly rubbing her clit with his thumb as he pumped a finger in and out of her, making her squirm against the door.

“Tom… I’m gonna…” she breathed, feeling her muscles beginning to clench around his finger.

“Don’t you dare come without my permission,” he ordered, slipping a second finger inside of her. “I will punish you.”

But that’s exactly what she wanted, she loved the way his demeanor changed when she disobeyed him. And she loved the way he bent her over his knee and spanked her until her ass was cherry red. Gazing up at him through her lashes, her mouth dropped open as she let her orgasm wash over her. He continued to work her pussy as she rode out the rest of her orgasm, leaving her panting against the door. Before she could come down from her high, his hands were on her wrists as he pressed himself against her, his hardness poking against her leg.

“You dirty, filthy little girl,” he grumbled before pulling her towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed as she stood in front of him, knowing very well what was coming next and she could feel herself becoming hot and bothered all over again at the thought of it.

“Strip,” he ordered. She immediately kicked off her heels, reaching back to unzip her dress and sliding it off. His eyes moved up and down her body as he removed his jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his gray sweater. After tossing her bra and panties into a pile of discarded clothing she stepped closer to him and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her down over his lap. She instinctively pushed her ass farther in the air, presenting herself to him as she bit her lip, waiting for his hand.

“Do you know what you’re being punished for, little girl?” He asked, sliding one hand up her back, gripping her shoulder and holding her down. When he heard no response from her, he brought his hand down on her ass. Letting out a small yelp, she grabbed handfuls of the comforter.

“I said, do you know what you’re being punished for,” he repeated, positioning his hand over her again, waiting for an answer.

“F-For coming without permission…” she mumbled into the comforter.

He brought his hand down on her ass again, harder this time, eliciting a louder cry from her.

“What was that, little girl?” 

“For coming without permission,” she repeated, lifting her head off the bed. Her response was met with another hard slap on her ass and she threw her head back into the comforter to muffle her cries. His hand moved from her shoulder, taking a handful of her hair and pulling her head back.

“I don’t think so sweetheart,” he chided. “You’re going to let everyone in this damn building hear those pretty cries, so they all know what happens to my little girl when she disobeys me.”

She gripped the bed covers tighter as he brought his hand down on her ass again, and again. Each time pulling loud cries from her and she hoped for his sake no one knew he was staying at this hotel. She’d hate for their little bedroom adventures to earn him never ending embarrassment from friends and family, not to mention his fans online if anyone heard about what was going on in their room.

Looking down at her ass, which was now a bright red, he promptly pulled her upright into a sitting position on his lap. She flinched as she was forced to sit down on her now-sore bottom, and he took her face in his hands.

“Are you going to be a good little girl now?” He asked, his lips ghosting over hers.

“Yes daddy,” she answered. She felt his cock twitch through his pants underneath her at her response. He pulled her in hungrily, prying his way into her mouth and gently taking a fistful of her hair, cautious of her possibly-sore scalp after tugging her hair earlier. Her hands eagerly moved down his torso to the hem of his sweater, tugging it up and over his head. She began moving off his lap to her knees in front of him, unbuttoning his pants to free his cock.

“Are you going to suck me off, sweet girl?” He cocked his head to the side as he gazed down at her. God, he loved seeing her like this.

“Yes daddy,” she replied again, more innocently this time. She bit her lip to hide her grin as his cock twitched in her hand at the sound of her answer. She could almost laugh at how worked up that word got him. 

Wasting no time, she took all of his length in her mouth, receiving a throaty groan from him. Staring up at him, she held eye contact as she began bobbing her head up and down over his cock, running her tongue along the underside of him.

“Fuck baby girl, you feel amazing,” he moaned, resting on his forearms to watch her. She slowly pulled away from him, releasing his cock with a loud pop before licking his slit ever so gently. After minutes of sucking and teasing, she could feel his hips starting to buck underneath her.

“Can daddy fuck your mouth little girl?” he asked between breaths. She could see his chest rising and falling and she knew he was close. She pulled away from him once more before nodding. She scooted away, sitting back on her heels. He pulled himself off the bed, dropping his trousers and kicking them off. 

“Such a good little girl you are,” he praised, stroking her cheek before running both his hands through her hair, gently taking ahold of her as she took him back into her mouth and allowed him to begin bucking his hips into her mouth.

The room was silent, save for the sounds of her gagging on his cock and his groans as he thrusted harder into her mouth. She could feel him dripping down her throat and knew he was close, and began swirling her tongue around his tip. 

“F-Fuck baby girl, m’not gonna last much longer,” he moaned, his words slurring together as he edged closer to his climax. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth once more and began bobbing her head in rhythm with his thrusts and felt him spill down her throat. His hips slowed to a halt as she continued sucking him off through his orgasm, swallowing down every drop of him. 

Pulling her to her feet, he wiped off the mixture of himself and her saliva off her chin and peppered small kisses on her cheeks and lips.

“Such a good girl, so good to me,” he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing small circles on her back. “Now, why don’t you get on the bed and let daddy make you feel good again.”

part two

At Peace (langst)

I should be updating my Sockathan story on Wattpad but I’m not feeling so hot so have some langst.

~ songfic kinda ~

+ I’m pretty much going to be posting langst or Oikawa angst (Tangst?) when I’m in a shit mood so get ready for that +

Lance was used to being rejected; by girls and boys alike.

So he should have seen this coming. He should have been prepared for this. But no, his hopes were high and he’d thought his feelings were -finally- reciprocated. He thought he had a chance and damn it if I don’t admit it. He was desperate.

I don’t know if we should be alone together 

He was desperate for attention, and love, and the chance to finally be accepted by somebody. Anybody. A chance to have something to live for again. A chance to be able to breathe again without the thought of his worthlessness crossing his mind and settling in a nice, quaint spot labeled “REASONS TO DIE”. The cringe is real, no matter how you think of it, but Lance can’t find it in himself to care anymore, about anything.

His constant quips usually spoken -sometimes even shouted- in a flurry of passion, are now most times left unsaid, or muttered at most.

He was hoping for a miracle.

I still got a crush, that’s obvious

“Hey, Keithy boy,” Lance chirped with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. 

Keith turned to face the blue paladin, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey, Lance,” he replied happily.

You seem unusually chipper today, Lance thought to himself.

Suddenly. Keith chuckled, startling Lance out of his ‘thought’. 

The brunette covered his lips with his hand, eyes blown wide. “Did I say that out loud?”

If nobody’s around, what’s stopping us?
Everywhere I go you show, whatever

“You sure did, Lancelot. D’ya wanna know why I’m so ‘chipper’?“ Keith asked with a slight giddiness in his tone.

“Uhm, sure?” Okay, Lance. After he tells you whatever the fuck he’s so happy about -which is making him 100% cuter and I cannot stand it- I’ll tell him I love him, and we’ll live happily ever after.

With the widest smile I’ve ever seen, on Keith no less, Keith gushed out, “Shiro and I finally started dating!”

I don’t ever mind sharing oxygen
I just wanna get lost in your lungs

I spoke far too soon. “T-That’s great, Keith!” What did I think I could accomplish? “I hope you guys are happy together!” Of course Keith would go for Shiro. “Well, I gotta go u-uh, t-train now, so see ya!” He’s perfect.

Lance began to turn away from Keith. “Wait!” The red paladin demanded, grabbing the other’s arm and keeping him in place. “Did you need to talk about something, Lance? Are you okay?”

Just a baby, but she’s growing up so fast
And I’m allergic to the waiting

“O-Of course I am! I’m the jester, the class clown, the humour back bone of the team! Who needs feeling when you have the best sense of humour known to man?” The dark haired teenager announced, his chest puffed out and his eyes full of a dark hope. Please don’t call me out on my bullshit, I need to be out of here yesterday.

Thank god Keith’s dense as hell. “Alright Lance, whatever you say,” he chuckled and released his arm.

She’s just a baby girl
And I love to watch her dance

Tears left Lance’s eyes before he even finished turning, thankfully he didn’t notice but.

That didn’t stop Shiro from noticing, who now was in front of Lance. “Lance,” the black paladin whispered, his eyes shone with concern. “Are you alright? What happened?”

Shiro reached out to touch Lance’s shoulder, but he wasn’t having it. Tanned hands pushed on Shiro’s chest, pushing him -surprisingly- a few feet away, and in the next moment, Lance was out the door, leaving the new couple in shock.

But it’s making me go crazy

In the next few months, Lance got by in a mixture of disarray and monotone. Lotor was taken down, along with the Galra empire. The new head of said empire agreed on a peace treaty and most of the universe now lived in peace. 

Voltron was not needed anymore. And so, the team was left to their own devices. 

Pidge and Matt, the only Holts left, went on to create new, advanced machinery to help Earth evolve technologically.

Keith and Shiro went to a quiet inhabited planet, where there was a drug that could evolve the bodies of men in order to conceive, so the two can start a family. 

I don’t think that we should be around each other
When you’re in the room, you get my eyes
You open your mouth, I’m hypnotized, oh oh
I can make you laugh until you cry

Allura and Coran and the castle went on to rebuild the Altean empire. 

Hunk went home to Earth, with his family. He offered Lance a spot on his small ship to get home, but he declined, claiming he had to do something before going home.

Which, of course, was a lie. Because Lance has a secret he never told anyone, and that secret was that Lance has no family. 

The photo he showed everyone so proudly? Photo-shopped. His stories of his many siblings? MTV and YouTube. His emergency contacts on his profile back at the Garrison? His supposed nostalgia? His strict parental control? His life? All fake. All a fantasy Lance had built in his head when his real parents dumped him on the side of the road at 9-years-old because he broke his arm and couldn’t work on the farm anymore. 

You know you got all my attention
You know you got all mine, mmh

He had nothing to go back to. No purpose. No one waiting for him. No one to miss and love him. 

What was he supposed to do now? Go back to the Garrison? No, it wasn’t worth it if Pidge and Hunk weren’t there. 

What else was there? 

Lance sat in his space pod in the middle of space for hours before he realized, there’s nothing else.

Lance spent a few more hours of thinking about what he planned to do next. How would it affect the others? Will they come back? How will they react?

Baby, I can’t help but call her dad
Even though I shouldn’t say it 

In the back of his mind, one thought lingered: will they even care?

The ex-paladin of Voltron decided that his choice was the right one, and carried out his plan. 

He spent the next few hours filming a personal video for every member of the team. Even Matt. 

She was my baby girl
I might never get her back
But I don’t mind being patient, yeah

Can you let your baby be my girl?

But he didn’t dare send them yet. No, he had to send them at the very last second. 

Because he needed time to himself. He needed to prepare himself. He needed to find one, just one reason for him not to follow through with his decision. 

He couldn’t find any.

Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine? 

With a tear rolling down his cheek, Lance sent all of the video’s to their respective person’s. Hopefully, they all get them.

Okay, I’m just gonna tell you what I gotta say, right here
I’m sorry Dave, I never meant to hurt your baby girl
She’s your little baby, she’s my soulmate

The broken boy put on his helmet, and with a deep breath, opened the door that separated him from endless space.

Location didn’t mean a thing to him, as he never truly had place to call home.

I don’t want you to worry, she’ll be so safe right here
Oh, oh, oh, so Dave, would you let your baby be my girl?

Can you let your baby be my girl?

More tears poured from his eyes, as Lance took deep breaths, and let his decision sink in entirely. He had no regrets.

Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine? 

Lance sniffled, and although he couldn’t wipe his tears, he steadied them, pulling one last strong face. With his messages sent, his loved one gone, and nothing holding him back, the broken soldier, the brave face took his final breath. Finally, he reached up to his helmet and disengaged it, sucking the oxygen out. 

One last tear fell from his face as Lance’s final sight became apparent: the blue lion, engines blasting, rushing over to her dear paladin as the final remnants of air left his lungs, and Lance found:

that he was finally at peace.

Oh, your baby she’s mine

I’m…

I’m so sorry. I was just supposed to blow off some steam but… I related to Lance. His loneliness, his perception of love, and his lack of anger. 

Rage, irritation, grief: they can’t be felt anymore.

Anyways, I was planning on writing a fic for each of the videos… what do you think? (Imma do it anyways lmao)

I hope you enjoyed this… 

RFA and V + The First Time They Say I Love You

requested by anon and @josmottt - sorry it took so long! orz
it’s ya boy, back with another (overdue) headcanon / scenario post! i mean to post this for the longest time now, but i never got the chance to. i’ve got notes on this piece that i might post; who knows? also, this is really, really long, but i hope you enjoy it! yoosung’s continued scenario (as well as the scenario of the other members) is found under the cut.
this is essentially a sequel to RFA + When They Realize They’re in Love, but i did my best to make this a stand-alone scenario post! though i do recommend giving that a read just to build it up better :D a reblog/like would be greatly appreciated, and if you have any headcanon requests, feel free to send them my way! <3 enjoy!


RFA AND V + THE FIRST TIME THEY SAY “I LOVE YOU”

YOOSUNG

Yoosung feels like his heart is going to burst.

Normally, he wouldn’t be so nervous with playing video games. They were his food at this point, and he was so attuned to playing them that they became part of his daily life. Hell, he could probably live out his entire life with only video games to get him going. However, he had promised his mom that he was going to try to be healthier. Though, with the warmth of his object of affection right beside him, he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to last long with the state his heart was in.

The blond tries to focus on the wide screen and blaring speakers set up in front of him, but the way she nearly leaned against him, brushing his shoulder ever-so slightly with her own, was enough to make him chant all the prayers he knew under his breath. He told her he was doing a chant of victory, part of the game and all that. Yeah right, he thinks, taking a deep breath from all the praying he had subtly done. He dodged an incoming attack, letting the high-pitched squeak of [Name] bring him back to his senses.

“Damn, that was a close one!” he heard himself say, subtly taking a glance at the woman beside him. Yoosung had invited the woman to his home to play a co-op campaign of LOLOL, seeing as the other RFA members had turned down his offers. Stupid, he thinks to himself. What made him think his heart was ready for this? He plasters on a wide smile as she shoots him with one of her own. He hurriedly turns his attention to the bright screen, hoping the heated blush on his pale face wasn’t obvious.

Yoosung was pretty sure [Name] was fully aware of her feelings for him, which terrified him as he had never felt this way about anyone. What if he looked stupid in her eyes? He was certainly the most naïve one in RFA; he accepted that, but what if that was a huge turn off for her? She was practically the definition of perfection in his eyes, even if she reminded him over and over that she was far from it. All of her flaws, her insecurities, her everything- she was absolutely divine, and he was anything but.

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{PART 14} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You wake up feeling a mixture of happiness and confusion at the remembrance of your night with Jungkook. But he soon chases away all confusion - showing you, yet another side of him that you can’t help but enjoy. Meanwhile, Yoongi shares his thoughts with Namjoon, revealing part of his grand plan to him.

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

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature. 

{Part 1} // {Part 13} {Part 14} {Part 15}

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Domme - Requested

Requested by anons: –Can I request a fic with sherlock and the reader where he lets the reader take control in the bedroom and he’s kinda nervous but she’s totally up for it and he ends up really liking it??
–Sherlock x Reader where the reader and Sherlock play wrestle? (It can end in smut or something idk just do whatever comes to your mind lol)
–Some Sherlock smutt/fluff where the reader rides Sherlock and is really nervous but he makes her feel better?
–I don’t know if you mind, but can you please write a Sherlock x Dom!reader smut? I always see dominant Sherlock and I would like to see dominant reader for once.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Word count: 2.242

Warnings: Smut - femdom, dirty talk, slapping, hair pulling, light bondage, unprotected, submissive Sherlock -, bit of fluff at the beginning.

A/N: I am not proud of my browser’s seach history now…

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Originally posted by bethereinagiphy

Sherlock was on his seat, reading a newspaper and ignoring (Y/N). They had just finished a case, and so they were resting until Mycroft crossed the door with brand new information that would, invariably, lead the to another case – Sherlock deduced that it would happen three days after – and so the two detectives decided to rest.

(Y/N) expected to have Sherlock’s full attention during his break; however, Sherlock remained to be himself nonetheless.

She wanted to spend quality time with her boyfriend and he… “Antwerp…” He was solving the newspaper’s crossword. She rolled her eyes and groaned slightly, catching Sherlock’s attention. “Don’t you think it’s Thibodaux?”

“I don’t know, Sher.” She sighed. Sherlock understood exactly what she wanted from him. He sighed heavily as well, putting the newspaper away and mentally preparing himself to play the nice boyfriend.

“Come here.” He commanded. (Y/N)’s eyes instantly lightened, knowing that she would get some attention, and so she obeyed, sitting on his lap right away. “Would you… Want to do those strange things regular couples do?”

(Y/N) giggled. “I’m not trying to force you to be someone you are not.” She reminded him and Sherlock nodded, acting like he didn’t care when, in fact, he enjoyed playing the nice boyfriend.

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Originally posted by lovershub

KAI PARKER X READER (SMUT!)

Sunrise

Request: waking up in bed - morning kai and turns heated

She let out a soft groan, blinking groggily through her eyelashes and pushing her messy locks from her eyes. She lay surrounded by plush white sheets and feather pillows, the noise of early morning birds chirping drifting through her open window. With a seconds confusion, she turned, remembering that she’d closed her window before bed last night. Her violet curtains had been pushed aside, window hanging loose, a smug boy blocking her view of the outside world.

“Good morning, princess,” he smiled, sliding his fingers gently across her cheek. His brown locks were smoothed perfectly atop his head, those heart stoppingly beautiful blue eyes were locked to her own, and seeing her instantly sent a smile to his lips. He was stretched out atop the blankets, fully clothed in a black pullover and tattered jeans.

“Kai!” she said with surprise, quickly grabbing at the sheets and going to pull them over her exposed flesh, as she’d passed out wearing only her undergarments.

“Don’t,” he stopped her, locking his fingers gently through her own and peeling them away from the sheets.

“Kai,” she flushed with embarrassment. “I-don’t,” she stumbled, completely self conscious of her body.

He silenced her with his lips, molding them gently against her own, moving his hands gently around her hips, his cold rings sending shivers down her spine.

“You are by far the most beautiful girl I’ve had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon,” he sighed, pulling away and pressing his pretty nose against her own, “it’s about time you see that.”

Her cheeks burned red, bashful smile tickling her lips but unable to find the right words to respond with. He didn’t mean it as a way to flirt, he just genuinely enjoyed every inch of her body, and made sure to keep his eyes only on her face all the while.

“Why are you here?” she asked after a brief silence.

“I couldn’t sleep, but, seeing you helps me relax,” he admitted. “Also, I was hoping we could watch the sunrise together,” he signalled at the orange flares coming from outside.

“I would love to,” she smiled happily at Kai, to which he beamed and rolled to his side so he could face the window. From behind the rich green foliage in the driveway, they were able to make out the ember colors that lifted into the grey sky, like a giant golden red suspending orb being held by an invisible string. The girl pushed herself up a little so she could see over Kai, snuggling into his backside while she was at it. Her arm came around his body as she meshed her own into his shape, instantly feeling Kai go stiff under her touch.

“You okay?” she asked, sensing his shift.

“Of course,” he responded quietly.

“Good,” she breathed into him, watching the sky melt into a soft pastel blue, her hand absentmindedly starting to draw little patterns over the heretic’s flesh.

His breath hitched in his throat, but he ignored it and tried with all his might to ignore the feeling of her skin against his own, and the smell of soft sugar and honey that wafted off her body, the one he knew by now came from her favorite body foam. What was infuriating was that she didn’t even know what she was doing to him without even meaning to.

The girl pressed her face gently against the back of Kai’s head, her full lips and soft breath skimming over his skin and heartbeat steadily thrumming into his back. Her eyes were focused on the color palette in the sky, but Kai’s weren’t, his vision going blurry as he struggled to focus, causing him to release an involuntary growl of disscontempt. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern, peeling her eyes from the sky.

“I can’t-” he said through a raspy breath, his eyes closing, “focus.”

“Why?” she asked, not aware of her control over him.

“I can’t,” he tried again, “when your hands are on me, and i’m drowning in your scent, and y-your heartbeat-” he tried to explain through soft stammers.

“Oh?!” she said, rolling gently aside, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I mean,” he turned to face her now, “it’s nice.”

His blue eyes skipped all over her face, never sure where to look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed nervously, her heart starting to race.

Kai’s eyes fluttered closed, his chest rising heavily as he bit at his tongue to restrain himself from thinking of all the things he wanted to do, from feeling-

Suddenly his breath was lost as he felt a leg stretching over his side and bringing down weight to sit gently on his front, as well as two hands trailing softly over the fabric of his shirt. His eyes blinked open at the girl, who sat innocently atop Kai’s body, straddling him as if it was no big deal. She looked shy as ever, her hands not knowing which part of him to touch, her chest rattling softly as she breathed unsurely. Her eyes drifted up to Kai’s, waiting for him to say something, but when she realized he couldn’t, her fingers just nervously toyed with the hem of his shirt.

“May I?” she gulped, tugging at his tee.

He nodded slowly, still shocked as she pulled his shirt right over his head and stared in awe at his rippled front. Her hands trailed over Kai’s foreign skin, fingertips sending electricity through his body as she simply felt every inch of him. Then, without a glance up at him, she dipped her mouth into his front and began to explore it, letting her lips drop kisses, or tongue draw circles against him. Kai’s eyes drank of the sight of her, the feeling causing him to release a soft noise of contempt.

“(Y/N),” he managed at last.

“Yeah?” she said, lifting her head and diverting her attention back to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, already hating how it felt when her mouth wasn’t on his flesh.

“I don’t know,” she flushed, “I just, really want to…” she trailed off.

“Want to what?” he murmured, lifting himself up so he could bring his face closer to hers.

“I want…” she breathed, staring at the heretic’s lips, her heart going into overdrive. His eyes bore into hers, challenging her to close the gap between their mouths, so she did. Her face went slamming into his own, noses pressing together as her lips found his, and her hands went sliding into his soft brown hair. She rocked herself gently into Kai’s body, and he went back against the pillows, allowing her to assert more dominance as she pressed her mouth into his with more force, tongue sneaking in between his lips before he was given the opportunity to breathe. She was suddenly aware of the knot forming within her, Kai’s soft growl of hunger against her lips enough to drive her crazy. She removed herself from his lips and began trailing her tongue down a slow line across his chest, Kai’s hands against her hips as she moved down on him. She reached his boxerline, his sharp curves creating a V shape to where she wanted to go next, but before she could, she was flipped to her back, Kai assuming a position over her body. His hands came to her breasts, only unclasping her bra when she gave him a nod, and he felt himself ache from the sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her when he saw her lips droop slightly with worry.

This made her smile a little, and he smiled right back before delving into her chest. His mouth attached around her right nipple, tongue drawing circles, hands coming to massage her gently. He dropped a kiss in the valley between her breasts before switching sides, the girls fingers sliding into his hair, mouth dropping open as she released a noise that made Kai go insane. His front harshly pressed to hers, she felt as his growing bulge pressed hard into her, and she fumbled through the pleasure for the zipper, her fingers clawing at his jeans with impatience. Kai drew his lips back to hers, pressing gently into her mouth and releasing a soft laugh into her lips, pulling away to look her over with a chuckle.

“Kai,” she begged, trailing her fingernail across the hem of his jeans, fingers aching with the need to explore him.

His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he let out another laugh, loving the way she went crazy beneath him, her urgency for him.

She pouted up at him, lower lip jutting out as she glared daggers at his smug little smirk, “you’re enjoying this?”

“Sure am,” he smiled.

She pursed her lips, eyes glued to his as she slowly removed her underwear, now laying fully exposed under the heretic, who’s eyes instantly flickered down, breath getting caught in his throat from the sight.

“What about now?” she challenged.

His nostrils flared, eyebrow raised with defeat, “got me.”

He tossed aside his pants, not even letting her get a good look before diving down into her heat, his hands forcing her thighs outwards as he bent into her, mouth attaching to where she needed him most. Her head instantly fell out, a profanity escaping her lips as Kai dipped his tongue cautiously inside her, one of his hands coming up to massage her clitoris. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” he moaned, nuzzling his face deeper down, tongue flittering across her entrance before fully extending inside of her, his hand rubbing little circles, the knot in her stomach tightening. Not enough for him, he scooted further up her body, positioning himself at her entrance, blue eyes filled with lust as they met with hers, eyes to her face as he pushed himself gently inside of her. Her eyes rolled back, that noise he loved emanating from her throat, her hair a perfect halo around her pretty little face, and just that was enough to make him almost lose it. Kai placed a hand upon either side of her hips before slowly rocking his length into her. His length stretched her open, but the look of pain she wore only lasted a second before dissolving into pleasure, her walls tightening comfortably around him. He began a slow rhythm as he pulled back and dipped forward, unable to keep his eyes open as he was engulfed by that feeling. Their breathing coming more ragged, bodies covered in a layer of sweat, he began to quicken his pace, his hips coming knocking into her own every time he slammed himself into her. His rings left deep imprints in her skin as he forced her down, her own hands coming to his back and leaving a trail of red fingernail marks.

“Mal-achai,” she said, choking on her own words, nails sinking into his flesh.

He practically melted at the sight of her, no mercy as he felt himself slipping, his thrusts starting to get more sloppy now. The girl’s body began to convulse beneath him, the knot unwinding in her stomach as she let out a cry, Kai giving a final push before groaning out as he emptied himself inside of her. Filled to the brim and unable to move, she quietly shook beneath Kai Parker, giving herself time to recover. Kai removed himself and bent down to clean her up gently with his tongue, the sensitivity causing her to twitch lightly.

“Come here,” he murmured, pulling her fragile form into his embrace, her face nuzzled into his chest as she slowly regained composure. He brought his fingers trailing gently through her messy tangles, dimples alighting his cheeks when she blinked those eyes up at him.

“So, that sunrise was pretty great, huh?” he joked.

She giggled into his skin, unable to control her laughter, “Kai!”

He smiled down at her, happy to hear that laugh.

“Mm,” he hummed, pulling her hair gently behind her ear.

“What?” she whispered up at him.

“Nothing,” he sighed, planting a kiss briefly to her forehead, “I’m just at a loss of words for how in love with you I am.”

Illusions

Author: @the-porcelain-doll-xo as part of The Cartel: Boogie Nights And Colombian White 

Creative Content Contributors: @baebae-goodnight (always coming in clutch with amazing moodboards).

Word Count: 5,106

Warnings: language, sexually explicit content, drug use

A/N: Beginning of this one shot starts where Kyungsoo’s ends. The reader is the same as at the end of that particular one shot.

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Tell Me, Do You Know What Pulls The Hogwarts’ Carriages? - A Remus Lupin Drabble

[A/N: Celebratory 300 follower mark drabble, yey! I hope you enjoy this one! Although, fair warning, Fenrir is in this one which makes it a bit violent. T.Ws are the following: death, violence and blood. (Oh and Fenrir is actually based on TT’s Fenrir (find them at asktheboywholived if you wanna check it out) Thank you! ]

It was the 28th of August of 1977 and Remus was ready to go to Hogwarts and live his last year of school. He had already gone to Diagon Alley to buy his books and new robes and everything else he would need. He had packed all his belongings. The only thing that was left to do was to go through August’s full moon which took place that night.

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Blandish Her (M)

jongin, 15.5k, kai of the kim brothers is about to fall in love for the very first time but rejection hits him first

warning: slight smut, mentions of violence and gang related activity, etc

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe every time I’m with you my heart beats really quickly and I can’t help but smile. Maybe when you leave me I’m back to the same old Kai who doesn’t know how to commit. Maybe I don’t know what love is, but you’re most definitely the person that’s come closest to being someone I love.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

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On Edge - Part 2 - Request

Requested by anon:  Can you make a heated sherlock imagine where he hasn’t had a case in a while but hasn’t been able to go to the drug dens or smoke because of Y/N so he takes out his frustration on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (doesn’t have to be smut but it could be real HEATED)

And the bunch of people who asked for a sequel.

Summary: Sherlock has no cases and John forbid him to smoke. (Y/N) continues to mock him about it, without telling him where his cigarettes are, which leads Sherlock to find other ways to take out his frustration and, at the same time, showing her what it’s like to be on edge.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Smut - edging, fingering, teasing, oral (male receiving), unprotected (wrap it up, guys), rough -, dominant!Sherlock

Word count: 2,164

A/N: Such a long time since I wrote the first part… Wow.

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Originally posted by violincameos

| Part 1 |

“Don’t tell John, he’ll kill me if he knows I’m supporting your addiction.” Sherlock turned his cigarette on with a lighter he had on his shirts pockets.

“I feel like my addictions are changing.” He muttered.

(Y/N) shifted slowly, changing the weight of his body from one foot to the other and looked away. Sherlock noticed how bothered she was, yet she looked so sensual, standing there and looking like a stranger. A Greek goddess in a sea of British culture.

She was staring at him, expectantly. Waiting for him to stop smoking in order to pay his full attention back at her.

Sherlock bit his lip at the thought – the memory – of her flustered face buried on his pillows, squirming under his body. “Oh, screw this.” Sherlock mumbled, throwing the cigarette out of the window before pushing (Y/N) to the wall.

He kissed her as if it was the last time he would see her, making sure to put the right pressure between her legs. Feeling how his own body started to react back at her.

“Thank God John’s on holiday.” Sherlock whispered, “We are going to be very busy, my dear.”

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The Light

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,203 

Request: By Anon! “Bucky overhears your friend talking about how much better your ex was for you <3″

Warning: Angst, fluff 

A/N: Arg, man this wasn’t even supposed to be with such feels, but I just can’t control myself. Lol. I love you all sooo much, I feel like I haven’t said that in some time! Hope you enjoy anon, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 


You loved your friends for many reasons: they were true copies of yourself, they always made you laugh, they would always tell you if your eyebrows were far from being on fleek and best of all, they always had your back.

There were, however, reasons that could sometimes make you hate your friends and that reason was when they decided they knew your boyfriend better than you did. Which they didn’t, not even a little bit.  

“Not this again, please just shut it or you know where the door is,” you said, pointing towards the hallway of your apartment. Nina and Sophia looked at you offended and held up their hands defensively.

“We’re just being good friends here!” they stated in unison, you sighed deeply.

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Abandoned (Harry Hook Drabble)

A/N: Hey, so this was inspired by prompts given to me by @butterflywingednight and @thilda. It’s basically just Harry’s thoughts and feelings on Uma’s departure for Auradon the night of the Cotillion. I didn’t really mean for it (lbr, I totally did), but it kinda gave way into a poly relationship between Harry/Uma/Gil. If that’s not your cuppa tea, then it could be read as a close friendship/camraderie between the three. I might do a part 2 with an interaction between Harry and Uma, but for now, this is between Harry and Gil (my two sweet boys who I will protect forever). Also, sorry if both boys seem OOC, I was just trying to show the potential vulnerability that Harry possesses and that Gil isn’t as dumb as people think. Enjoy xx

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Harry Hook couldn’t tell time, but he knew that much of it had passed since Uma had fled to go through the barrier before it closed. The Cotillion had began at six pm, as the reporters announced to the kingdom over the television. The dusk sky bled into night as the clock ticked on methodically. The young Scottish pirate grew anxious, as he didn’t know what was going on over in Auradon. The last thing he and the rest of the crew saw was King Ben’s gift for Mal, his one true love, before the connection was cut. The Captain hadn’t show face since, and no one knew of her whereabouts. The last Harry had seen her, she was explaining her plan to him, Gil, and the others.

He didn’t enjoy the thought of his Captain over in enemy territory without him, but he trusted her enough to let her leave alone. She was strong and cunning, he knew that. But his nerves weren’t settled, still, as Ursula’s Fish and Chips slowly became vacant as the night wore on. The distant sound of music and fireworks were all that could be heard. All of the other pirates left, trusting Uma’s right-hand man to keep things under control. And that was what terrified Harry. What was he to do now? He has no clue how to run the crew as smoothly as Uma did. Sure, he was intimidating, could keep the pirates on a leash enough to not allow the both the literal and metaphorical ship to sink. But Uma was wise beyond her years, she knew everything about the sailors that she could use to benefit herself, to easily manipulate anyone on the Isle into doing her bidding. She was made to be a leader, a Captain. Although Harry was the son of one of the best pirate Captains (he would say the best, if he knew Uma wouldn’t make him walk the plank), but he didn’t have half the skill that the young sea witch possessed.

Harry was known by anyone who crossed his path to be rash, and a bit unhinged. That was why he and Uma worked so well together; she was there to keep him in check when he became too reckless. Who was going to do that now that she was gone? ‘Not gone,’ Harry thought to himself, ‘she wouldn’t leave us here forever.’ The young lad kept repeating this to himself in his head, if only to appease his worry. But no matter how many times he tried to reassure himself that Uma didn’t abandon him them - no, she was going to come back. She had to come back - Harry couldn’t stop the frown from forming on his handsome face. He began to pace, muttering to himself, his pirate hat abandoned on the bar.

This was how Gil found him not thirty minutes later. He was worried, not only for his Captain, but for the First Mate. The brawny teen wasn’t considered bright by any means, but he knew those two more than anyone. He knew that Harry would be distressed over the mere thought of having to run the crew. Despite his charming facade, the middle Hook child wasn’t always confident. If he couldn’t properly be a leader, he would let his father down, and that was one of his biggest fears. Gil tried to quietly enter the restaurant, but to no avail; he accidently knocked into one of the tables, causing Harry to startle. Gil became even more worried for his companion, because this wasn’t like Harry at all. He was always on guard, even around his own. No one on the Isle could be considered trustworthy.

The two young men stared at each other with deer-in-headlights looks for a few moments before Gil slowly made his way over to the other. “Um, no one’s seen Captain around shore, but Desiree and Jonas are keeping look out. Just thought you should know.” Gil spoke quietly, but the words still pierced the air as if he had shouted them. If it were possible, Harry’s face seemed to fall even more. He nodded, straightening up as if to seem more in control of his emotions. But Gil knew that wasn’t the case. Neither boy said anything as they sat together at the nearest table, their knees bumping into each other underneath. Harry found comfort in knowing the other was there.

Gil was someone he could rely on, someone he didn’t feel as obligated to put on a mask in front of. Gaston’s third son was the most open-minded, non judgemental person Harry had ever met, and that was rare for a VK. Gil was one of the only people that the young Hook felt no need to impress, because he didn’t feel threatened by him. That was hardly the way he felt with Uma. And yet, he cared for them both so deeply. Uma made him feel like he should live every moment to the fullest, like he was a wild animal freed from a cage. Gil, on the other hand, brought him a sense of peace. Harry took comfort in the jokes and sheer happiness from the other boy. They were like his dark and light, night and day; he needed them both to balance himself out. At that moment, Harry needed calm, to not worry. Even just being in the presence of the blonde eased him a little. The warmth of his legs in between his, the sound of his soft breathing filling the still night.

Harry let himself speak, not caring about the emotions leaking into his voice. “I dunno what I’m gonna do. I never… I never imagined doin’ anythin’ without her, ya know? She’s always been by muh side.” Though he spoke softly, Gil heard the worry in his words loud and clear. He looked the Scot dead in the eyes as he replied. “She has a good reason for doing this, you know that. She will not abandon us.” Whether he meant “us” as in the whole crew, or as in Harry and Gil, it didn’t matter. Harry didn’t doubt their truthfulness for a second. He brushed his fingers against the other boy’s hand that rest on the table top, the two sitting in silence, waiting for their Captain to return.