he spends almost the whole thing with his eyes closed like he feels the music deep in his soul and god

Flower Petals|1|

Originally posted by beui

Pairing: Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Fluff, teensiest angst 

Words: 6,568

A/N: This is mostly just a cute little fic based off of a cute dream I had. It’ll be a small three part series. Enjoy~

You jumped up to pick a bloom from the tree above, spinning around and holding it in front of you. Jimin shook his head and grinned at your shenanigans, eyes crinkling up into crescent moons.

“This should be your next color!” You declared, squinting your eyes and imagining the color replacing the bronze that was currently on his head.

“Pink?” He asked, somewhat incredulously. You nodded and waved the flowers at him.

“Yeah, you wanted to color your hair right? This is the perfect color for the Spring Festival.” You explained. The pleasant pink color would highlight his dark eyes and match with his cute pink cheeks but you kept that information to yourself. Instead, you continued to wave the flower in front of him, getting closer and closer until it grazed his nose and he giggled, pulling away.

“Y/N!” He yelled in mild irritation. He swatted the flower away gently.

“Hmm?” You hummed, feigning innocence. He just laughed, a sound that felt like music to your ears.

“We should focus on writing the song.” He said, trying to keep himself from smiling. You fluttered your eyelashes at him playfully.

“I am! You have to make beautiful memories to write beautiful songs, right?”  

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Not That Little Anymore (Biadore) - by Sadie

A/N.: One of the biggest requests on my blog and it is finally here!! I am sorry for making you guys wait so long but it is here! Don’t I won’t be posting on the next Saturday, but then I will come back with a surprise for you guys!!! I love you all and I hope you like it! Xx Sadie

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So this ended up way longer than I intended. Inspired by this fic. And I definitely have a thing for shorter Remus/taller Sirius, even though apparently everyone in the fandom likes the opposite, but oh well, I do what I want.

It was a clear summer night, the stars bright and the moon a crescent in the sky, and the four Marauders sat in a field on the Potter estate drinking firewhiskey Sirius had bought while the others waited around the building’s corner, Peter letting out the occasional whimper, convinced they were going to be caught and he’d spend the rest of his life in Azkaban (“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Pete, even if we do get caught [which we won’t, Padfoot’s a pro at this] they wouldn’t send us to Azkaban over a little underage drinking!” an exasperated James said [for the fifth time].) They passed the bottle around, on their third one now, getting drunker and drunker until Peter suddenly keeled over, passed out. (Remus dove epically to try and stop Peter from hitting the ground too hard; Sirius dove epically to try and stop the bottle of firewhiskey Peter was holding from spilling.)

“Looks like Wormtail’s done for the night,” James said, slurring his words a little. He stood up, stretching. “Think I am too. If I drink any more I’m going to pass out myself, and I know you sods won’t carry me in, you’ll just leave me out here in the field while you go sleep in warm, comfy beds. Don’t deny it, we all know it’s true!” James could be a bit dramatic when drunk.

“Who’s denying it, Prongs?” Sirius said. “You’re damn right I’d leave you in the field! More bed for me.”

“Padfoot, you do realize there is no logic in that at all, right?” Remus chimed in. “We have separate beds. James not being in his won’t mean you’ll have any more space in yours.”

“It’s the principle of the thing, Moony,” Sirius said with what was supposed to be a decisive nod.

Remus just shook his head, knowing full well there was no point in arguing with drunk Sirius (or sober Sirius, for that matter).

James pointed his wand at Peter’s unconscious form, gave a little swish-and-flick, and began walking the two of them back to the house, leaving the remaining two Marauders to finish off the firewhiskey.

Neither Sirius nor Remus spoke; they just passed the bottle back and forth in silence for a while. It was killing Remus. Sitting here. Alone. With Sirius. Sirius, who looked so damn good in that leather jacket.  Sirius, who looked so damn good without that leather jacket, which he’d just shrugged off and tossed on the grass. Sirius, whose t-shirt rode up every time he brought the bottle to his lips. Sirius, who looked so beautiful in the starlight. In the moonlight. (At least the moon was good for something.) Sirius, who had no idea how crazy it drove him when he ran his fingers through his hair like that. Sirius, who didn’t know how it felt like a full moon every time Remus saw him kissing some girl. Sirius. 100% straight Sirius.

“Hey Moons, have you ever fancied anyone?” Sirius asked out of the blue.

“What?” Remus asked, taken aback by the question, given his current train of thought. Had he been staring too long?

“Have you ever fancied anyone? Like, really fancied them. More than just some snog you know you’ll be over in a week.”

“You mean more than your average Tuesday?”

Sirius laughed. “Yeah, more than my average Tuesday. But I’m serious, Re. I know I date a lot of girls, but there’s this one person – girl I mean, this one girl – and she just makes me feel like no one else. I’m mad for her, Moons, I really am. And I just don’t know what to do about it.”

“Well Pads, have you tried, oh I don’t know, asking her out?” Remus asked, unable to keep all the bitterness out of his voice.

“Nah, it’s not that simple.”

“Why not? It seems to work every other time you’ve tried it.”

“Yeah, but she’s not your average girl, Moons. There’s no way she’d go with me. She’s way out of my league.”

Remus snorted. “What is she, a Veela? No, actually I don’t think even Veela would be out of your league. There’s like – ” he held his hand a little above his head, indicating height – “you and Veelas around here, and then everyone else – ” he lowered his hand to just below his waist – “down here. How can she possibly be out of your league?”

“Ah, you don’t get it, Moony. She’s like, the most incredible person I’ve ever met. She’s brilliant, like really brilliant, and the kindest person in the whole world. Honestly, she’d give up her life to help someone else, I mean it. She’s got the most beautiful soul. It’s so deep. You look at her and you just feel so insignificant in her presence. Because she’s just so damn deep. And if you’re lucky enough to look her in the eyes, it’s incredible. You can see galaxies in there, Re, whole galaxies. And she’s got these freckles that go across her nose, they’re really light, but when she laughs they get all scrunched together and her nose scrunches up too. Drives me crazy. And her laughter is like music, the most beautiful symphony to ever exist.

“I love to watch her read. When she gets really into a book, you can just tell that she’s in an entirely different world. And it just makes me so damn jealous, because she can just slip into another world and escape everything. Everything wrong in life. She can be in a world full of happy endings. A world where the guy always gets the girl. And wouldn’t that just be so fucking fabulous? To know that your happy ending is out there? That you can create it however you want? I’ve read some of the books that seem to be her favourites, when she isn’t looking, and I fell in love with them too. It’s like they just managed to somehow absorb her wonderfulness. Like by reading them she somehow gave them a piece of her soul. And when I read them, it’s almost like I can grab on to that little piece of soul. Almost. It always manages to dance just beyond my fingers. Probably because I know she’d never have me.

“If I’m here – ” Sirius raised his hand like Remus had – “then she’s in the very heavens themselves.”

Remus was silent for a while. He was thankful for the darkness; Sirius couldn’t see him fighting back tears. Why did he have to be in love with Sirius? Even if Sirius weren’t straight, Remus could never compare to a girl like that. And Sirius was head over heels for her, that much was obvious.

He finally spoke, once he was sure he could stop his voice from trembling: “You need to tell her how you feel, Sirius.”

Sirius’ voice was quiet when he answered, barely more than a whisper, and it was filled with a kind of terror Remus knew only too well. “I couldn’t bear it if she rejected me. It’d destroy me. Absolutely, completely, utterly destroy me.”

“But Pads, it’s destroying you now. Every day you spend without her, it’s destroying you. Until you’re 25 and look like you’re 90, wasting away to nothing because you let her slip away. Soon you’ll stop eating, stop sleeping. Because every time you close your eyes you’ll see her, you’ll picture her with someone else, and so you just can’t close your eyes because the sight is too much to bear. And every day death will look more and more enticing, more and more preferable to the hell you’re going through living without her. You’ll die, Sirius,” he said, his voice breaking. “You need to tell her. At least if she rejects you you’ll know, and you can try to move on. But believe me, you can’t keep living like this.”

It was Sirius’ turn to be silent. He sat there for minutes without speaking, and Remus was terrified that Sirius had figured him out.

“You know how I said if I was here – ” Sirius said, holding his hand up again – “then she was in the very heavens themselves?”

Remus nodded.

“Well Moons, she’s – he’s – right up there,” Sirius said, pointing.

“Don’t be daft,” Remus said. “That’s just th–” he whipped his head around to face Sirius. “The moon,” he whispered.

Sirius just stared at him, the bottle of firewhiskey hanging loosely from his fingertips, forgotten.

Remus jumped up, backing away from Sirius a few steps. “No, no, no. That’s not what you’re saying, you did not just say that. This cannot be happening. This is not funny, Sirius. This is not a joke. You can be a real prat, you know that? You play all these pranks on people, but you don’t know when to quit. You don’t know when it’s too far. Well this is too bloody far, Sirius. Do you know, do you have any bloody idea, what you do to me? How crazy you drive me? How absolutely fucking mad I am about you? But then you must, because otherwise where’s the joke, right? God, do you know how long I’ve been in love with you, Sirius? Since first bloody year.

Sirius stood up now too, facing Remus, but several paces away.

“So what makes you think” Remus continued, “what makes you think that you can just go about telling me all this?” Tears were streaming down his face now. “You have no right to tell me that you love me!” he shouted.

Sirius said nothing, but began walking slowly, cautiously, towards Remus. Remus raised his wand and began firing spells at Sirius, unable to stop himself, trying to just bloody stop Sirius from coming near him, because how dare he? He threw hex after hex, but Sirius deflected them with ease, never breaking his stride, until he was all but pressed up against Remus, who couldn’t help looking up into the taller boy’s eyes. Sirius took Remus’ face in his hand, wiping away tears with his thumb.

“Remus,” he said softly, “I swear on my life, I meant every single word.” He stepped closer, their bodies touching now, and bent his head towards Remus’, hesitating for a moment, before bringing their lips together. It was a brief kiss, and light. Their lips barely made contact at all, but it was electric. And then he couldn’t help himself, he needed more, needed to feel Remus’ lips on his own again, and he wrapped his hand in Remus’ hair, pulling them closer, and he pressed his mouth to Remus’ as if they were the only thing giving him life. And Remus kissed him back, passionately, ferociously. The hand that wasn’t tangled in Remus’ hair wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer still, and Remus was wrapped around him, hands restless, first clutching Sirius’ hips, then wrapped around Sirius’ back, grabbing his t-shirt in his fists, then one making its way into Sirius’ hair, hair that was even softer than it looked, and Merlin, how was that even possible?

They kissed for what felt like ages, barely even coming up for air, each desperate to consume the other, to drink in as much of their love as humanly possible, to make up for lost time.

When they finally broke apart, Sirius leaned his forehead against Remus’ and asked, “Since first year, really?”

Remus nodded. “Ever since you pulled that stunt on Flitwick.”

“Merlin, Moons, that was like… the second week of school,” Sirius said, incredulous.

“September 12th,” Remus said. “James was late to Transfiguration the day before, for the third time, and McGonagall gave him detention. You were trying to cheer him up.”

“How did James manage to be late three times in less than two weeks? Never mind, that’s not the point. Who cares about James,” he said with a smile. “Right now, it’s just us.”

“What about you?” Remus asked.

“What about me?”

“How long have you known?”

“That I’m in love with you? About the middle of fourth year. James kept talking about Lily, how he felt whenever he was around her, and at first I didn’t really pay it any mind, but then I started noticing how I got those same feelings whenever you were around. You’d look at me and I’d get chills, I couldn’t look at you back. Whenever you were somewhere else, like the library, or if we had separate detentions or something, I’d notice myself getting all jumpy and anxious, like a drug addict in need of a fix. I hated letting you out of my sight, and full moons were the worst. I felt like my heart would rip out of my chest. I just wanted to help you, to make it so you never had to go through that ever again. I prayed, Re. I actually prayed. I don’t even believe in any god, but I still prayed every night that anyone or anything that might be out there would switch it, so I’d be the one instead and you’d never have to fear a full moon again. I told the universe I’d be willing to go through that every single night of the rest of my life if it meant you never had to anymore. Except I didn’t even know why I was willing to go through all that for you, or why I felt the way I did whenever I was around you. Because boys are supposed to like girls, that’s just the way it is. And in ‘the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,’ it was very clear that that’s the way it was. So I started dating girls, one after another after another, trying to force myself to like them the way I was supposed to. I made myself a ladies’ man because I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t… I don’t know, broken? I didn’t even have a word for ‘gay,’ that’s how taboo it was in my house. I didn’t know it even existed. But the more I tried to go with girls, the more I knew it just wasn’t right. Not for me. I didn’t let myself be in love with you until the end of fifth year, but by then I knew I had been since the middle of fourth.”

“Well it took you bloody long enough to do something about it.”

“Hey, you never did anything about it either!”

“No,” Remus said, “I didn’t. You were very convincing in your role as a ladies’ man.”

“Well now I’m a Moony’s man. And I think I will be ’til the day I die.”

A new Job >> L.H.

’(Y/N), you gotta do something.’ my best friend and roommate, Ashton said.

‘Don’t worry Ash, I have everything under control.’ this had only received a sigh from the Australian boy.

You see, I’m 22 years old without a job. I have enough money because my parents are… rich. Yeah, you could say it like that. But Ashton still thinks that it will be better for me to get a job. To do something with my life. I can’t blame him, because until now my life is kind of REALLY boring.

'How is everything under control. You spend the last weekend doing nothing but eating ice cream and binge watching “Jessica Jones”’ he said.

'I’m sorry okay. But that is kinda the thing that a girl is supposed to do when her boyfriend broke up with her!’

Ashton looked at me with wide eyes.

'Oh my god (Y/nickN), why didn’t you tell me?’ he said. He looked really sad what made me feel really bad.

'I don’t know. I guess that I just don’t like to talk about it.’

'So what do you wanna talk about?’

'Well, I’ve got a job interview on Tuesday.’ I smiled. Ash looked at me with disbelieve.

'That is amazing (Y/N), where?’ he hugged me.

'At the HH inc. as an assistant. I thought I could do that, right?’ I felt my cheeks turning red. Ashton was still looking at me like I was kidding. I wouldn’ blame him, when I heard that such huge company like HH wanted to hire, I flipped out myself too.

HH did almost everything, but where I would be working, if I got the job, is at the music department. I would be the assistant of the VP of the music department and the son of the CEO of HH - Luke Hemmings.

'Tuesday you said?’ he raised his eyebrow.

'Yes, at 2 o'clock.’

'So tomorrow, yes?’

'Yes tomo… O my god, it’s already tomorrow!’ how could I forget the interview was already on the next day.

*The next day*

It was 1 o'clock and I was walking towards the giant HH building. It was a huge silver block of windows. They were the kind of windows that are mirrors from one side.

I walked inside to be welcomed by an immediate heat wave. It was nice as it was freezing outside and my legs weren’t really protected from the cold as I was only wearing a knee height skirt and heels.

As I walked inside a woman,who looked really angry, walked up to me.

'Are you lost?’ she looked down on me. I could see myself in the reflection of her giant glasses. I really looked like I didn’t belong there.

'Uhm, no actually. I-uhm-’

'Today please.’ she sighed.

'I came here for a job interview. With mr. Hemmings. At 2 o'clock.’ I tried to sound as stern as I possibly could.

'Oh right. I heard there were some interviews happening today in the MD - that’s the Music Department if you didn’t know that yet. Floor 15.’ she smirked.

'Yeah I knew that.’ and without saying anything else I walked to the elevators.

When I got into one, I pressed on the button with the fancy 15 on it. The doors closed and I felt the elevator go upwards.

'FLOOR 15 - MUSIC AND SOUND DEPARTMENT’ a robotic voice stated. The doors opened and I could finally walk outside. The rode took so long I started to get a bit claustrophobic in there.

Right in front of me there were a couple of cubicles with heads sticking out of them and at the opposite side of the floor there was a huge black door with silver letters on it: L H.

I took a deep breath and started walking. I looked at my watch. 1.56.

At least I’m on time. I thought to myself. In front of the doors, there was a slightly bigger cubicle than the other ones. There, a girl who was maybe a few years older than me, looked up. On her desk there was a plate with “J. Ferrett - head assistant” written on it.

'Ya he’ for da inteview?’ she said in an accent that I never heard before.

'Yes. (Y/N).’

'Righ-y, jus’ wait ovah there.’ she pointed at the black chairs that were behind me.

5 minutes passed and I was still waiting. By then it was already 2.03. I was getting a bit impatient. If you make an appointment, you should stick to it.

Then, finally, the big black doors opened and a girl walked out. She was absolutely beautiful. Her long blonde hair was in a French braid and she was wearing a little black dress. She looked at me and mouthed 'good luck’ I smiled kindly and she smiled back.

'Ya can go in, gurl.’ J Ferrett the assistant told me. I took another deep breath and straightened my skirt and jacket. I walked in.

The Office of young mr. Hemmings was amazing. It had all kinds of stylised furniture that looked incredibly comfortable. The view was also something else. It had a whole look on the city. I could imagine watching the sunset here. I smiled to myself.

Opposite of me there was a desk that matched all the other furniture. Behind it there was a chair that was turned away from me.

'Hello.’ a male voice said. It was coming from the chair as it was turned. There was one of the most handsome man I had ever seen. His blonde hair was up and his blue eyes seemed to look straight into my soul.

'Please, sit down (Y/N). Can I call you (Y/N).’ he smiled. I nodded.  

'You are allowed to talk, love.’ he said. I apologised and blushed. Why did I always have to be so awkward.

'Oh no, there is no need to apologise. I understand you’re nervous. An interview for such a big company - I would probably crap myself if I was in your position.’ we both laughed. I realised that mr. Hemmings kept on staring at me, not in a creepy way - more of an…adoring way. He licked his lips and stroke his stubble, not leaving his sight of me.

'Well, do tell me (Y/N), why would I make you my new head assistant?’

'Well, I work hard for my goals. I am always concentra-’

'Yes. I believe that, love. But I would like to know something about you. I don’t want any sour prune around the office understand.’ he smiled.

'Oh uhm - I don’t know really, it’s always a bit weird to talk about yourself, isn’t it.’ I laughed nervously.

'Any talents, hobbies.’ the interview went on like this. It was way smoother than I thought it would be. Mr. Hemmings was a really sweet, young and handsome man.

'Are you currently in a relationship?’ he asked. I clenched my teeth.

'No, not anymore. Why the question?’

'Oh, you know. If there are ever any office parties. We always like to be prepared and normally when employees are in a relationship they most likely are to attend a party with their partner.

'Well, no need to worry about that. My boyfriend just broke up with me. He said we were too vani - O my god, why am I telling this to you sir. I’m here for a job interview.’ I hid my face in my hands. Just when I thought things were going alright, I just couldn’t help it but fuck everything up.

'It’s okay love, at least it means that you are already feeling safe enough here to open up.I always think that it’s important that your employees are comfortable in their work environment.’ he smirked. Wow, I have heard a lot about him on the Internet, but this guy that was sitting right in front of me, seemed like someone completely different.

'I think you have a huge chance to get the job (Y/N). I will call you - with the news.’

'Wait - is this it.’

'We’ve been talking for almost 45 minutes. And I have a meeting in 10.’ how the hell did 45 minutes pass. It seems like not even 10 went by.

When I left the building I immediately called Ash to tell him how 5he interview went.

- 6 months later -

It’s been a half year since I got the job at HH. I still can’t believe why anyone would choose me.

Everyone in the office was always really sweet and nice towards me. Especially mr. Hemmings. Sometimes he would call me into his office only to chat or eat some lunch. But maybe he did that with the last  head assistant too. I never asked about it.

It was almost time to go home and I was currently working on a paper that mr. Hemmings assigned me to finish for him. Just when I was done he called me in.

I walked in and immediately got hit with a heat wave. As it was mid-May and one of the hottest years of the 21st century.

Surprisingly all the windows were closed. Luke - I mean mr. Hemmings, was sitting at his desk, typing away on his computer. He took of his suit jacket and loosened his tie. I don’t why but he looked incredible hot.

'You wanted to see me sir.’ I spoke. He looked up at me and smiled kindly.

'Come sit down, (Y/N).’ I did as I was told to do.

'Tell me, and be honest, do you think I’m a good boss?’

'Absolutely. But why are asking…sir?’

'Oh, I have to fill in a -uhm- a thing.’ I couldn’t really concentrate on what my boss was saying as it was so incredibly hot in the room. How could he possibly survive this warmth.

'Sir, could I please open the window. It’s just so hot in here.’

'Of course. I don’t really mind the heat.’  he smirked. Without thinking more about it, I walked over to the window to open it. Unfortunately the window didn’t open at the bottom, but at the top. And I, being a midget, had no chance in reaching it. I jumped a few times, but then realised that I probably look like an idiot. I’ve also felt that my skirt crawled up a bit while I was trying to get some fresh air. It already being a mini skirt I straightened it as fast as possible.

'Maybe it’s better if I do it, huh?’ he stood up and opened the window, hovering over me. I could feel one of his hands being really close to my butt. I tried not to think about it too much.

I looked at the clock and saw it was already time to go home. I was about to tell him that but he was quicker.

'I feel really bad for asking this, but could you maybe do some overtime. I just have to get these files mailed by the end of the day and…’

'Of course sir.’ I didn’t need any more explanation. Mr. Hemmings was a genius, but a procrastinating genius that is.

I was sending the files to the corresponding e-mails until I heard my name being said. It was soft but it was definitely real. I looked around only to realise that the sound was coming from the machine that mr. Hemmings and I communicate with.

I assumed it was glitching or something so I hit it with my hand only to hear it louder.

Me thinking that I was being called, walked over to the office once again. Without thinking, or knocking, I walked inside.

There he was, Mr. Lukas Hemmings, JERKING OFF.

I covered my eyes and directly apologised and walked out, closing the door behind me.

I sat back down and just thought about what had just happened: I just saw my boss while he was touching himself…because of me? It all made sense now. What I just heard before walking in were moans. He was moaning my name.

All of those things made me incredibly wet. The idea only of such a handsome man doing that. Damn….

It felt like it was getting hotter and hotter in here. There must be a way to do something. Then it hit me.

I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt what my boobs stand out a bit more  and tried to shorten up my skirt. I then walked towards my boss’ office and again walked in without knocking.

This time mr. Hemmings was working on something. He only looked up when I fake-coughed to get his attention, but only for a second. He immediately went back to work.

I could see he was getting a bit red on his face and he was breathing really slow. I sat down, crossing my legs, what caused my skirt to get even higher up my legs than it was before.

'Can I help you, (Y/N)?’ he asked.

'I wanted to ask the exact same question actually.’ I smirked at him. He looked at me, raising his eyebrow.

'What do you mean?’

'Well, we can’t really deny what happened here earlier. And as your assistant it is my job to help you with… problems.’

'There is no problem.’ he told me coldly. I was getting a bit tired of this conversation so I stood up and walked over to him.

'Are you sure sir, I am glad to help you with anything.’ I said as innocent as I possible could.

He turned to face me so our faces were only a few inches apart. It was really exciting.

Without saying anything else, he kissed me. It was a hard and passionate kiss. I sat down on his lap and somehow my hands made their in his beautiful blonde hair.

We were making out for a while until I could feel something  around my lower area. I pulled away and smirked at him.

'Are you sure that there is nothing I can do sir?’

'Now that I think about it…’ I didn’t even let him finish. I slowly made my way down and unbuckled his belt. In a smooth motion I pulled down his pants and underwear. His erection sprung free. I smiled to myself and started pumping. I could hear whimpers coming from Luke’s mouth.

’(Y/N)…oh my god. I need your mouth around me. Please.’ it turned me incredibly on to hear my boss beg for me.

I put my mouth around him and hollowed me cheeks. He hissed in pleasure.

I went as deep as I could until I felt it hitting the back of my throat.

'O my god (Y/N), I’m…’ without letting him finish (in any way) I pulled away. He looked at me. It was a mix of surprise and anger.

'I want to feel you inside of me.’ I whispered in his ear.

As soon as I said it, the anger on his face disappeared. He kissed me once more before he told me to pull my clothes off.

While I did so, he wanted to pull of his tie, but I told him to keep it on. What can I say…

We were now completely naked, well he was only wearing his black tie. I pulled it towards me and I sat down on his lap again.

I moaned at the touch of him against my thighs.

'Ride me (Y/N), just do it.’ he told me. Luke pulled his member into me and I slowly started to go up and down. In the meantime we kissed and he massaged my boobs.

‘Please go faster.’ he begged.

‘Not yet.’ I wanted to tease him. He should know how it is to wait for something he wants.

‘Please (Y/N), I’m begging you.’ as much as I wanted to I didn’t. I was curious what he would do. And believe me, it was not disappointing.

Clearly he was not amused by my behaviour. Somehow he picked me up and switched out position so I was facing his desk and he was slamming into me from behind. I moaned from pleasure.

‘No babygirl. Now you’re just going to be quiet and listen to me, understood? ‘ I nodded my head.

‘Understood.’ he said once more, this time a bit more angry.

‘I understand…daddy.’ the last word I spoke a bit hesitantly. But he clearly enjoyed it.

For the next few minutes I somehow achieved not to make a single sound. I had to bite my lip so hard I started to feel blood.

‘Okay, babygirl, you can speak again.’ I immediately let a long kept moan out.

Soon after that I felt a known feeling in my stomach.

‘Daddy, I’m..’

‘Yes baby come for me.’

A few seconds went by and I reached my height. Luke soon came after me and he pulled out. We kissed each other one more time before grabbing our clothes.

‘Hey (Y/N).’ I looked up at him.

‘Yes, Mr. Hemmings.’

‘Do you want to come over to my place.’ I bit my lip and nodded.

Freedom pt.2 II Taehyung Smut

Originally posted by kpop-kdrama-kvariety

Some of you wanted part two so here ya go! I’m sorry that this took so long I’m a lazy piece of shit 

Taehyung x Reader

/ smut / angst /

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Part Two

Okay so here’s the second part to the imagine that’s been asked after for quite a while now. If you haven’t read the first one, then here it is.

   This is when the reader gets out of hell, but ‘is changed’. There’s a lot of cross-cutting in this so if you’re reading it on mobile then you can see the font change, but for those reading from my blog I’ve inserted dashes. Enjoy it my lovelies<3

3046 words oop I made another long one

Warnings: Gore


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