i miss all the conversations

I miss you. I miss all of you. I miss the pointless conversations from dawn to dusk. I miss the good morning and good night texts. I miss talking all day, everyday and never getting sick of you. I miss you showing how much you wanted me. I miss our budding relationship and the little signs that were showed before we fell into love with each other. I can’t say anything else besides that I miss you. Dearly.
—  Ag

Sometimes I’ll be sitting in my room, perfectly fine, and then I just get slammed by this wave of loneliness and I hate it

There is a thing about fandom mentality that baffles me.
Yes, fandoms change over time and the first big boom slows down. And for haikyuu the first boom definitely has cooled down.
And as I totally get how you can be sad over passed times and be nostalgic about how things were I feel it’s unfair to sit around and mope and complain that the fandom is dead.
I know some of the first big artists and writers have moved on and as said I understand if you miss the exciting times of a new fandom. But if you only look back and look sadly behind you and at the empty spot the artists who have left the fandom have left there you will never see what is happening all around you.
There are still new people coming and creating. There are still new fics and stories and new fanart with a new style.
Some people who have been around for 1 or even 2 years are still around and providing and keeping their stories going and alive.
There are still totally new and very fresh people entering the fandom who haven’t heard or seen any of the stories yet and are excited to get to know all.
But if you only look back and hold on to the old things you won’t be able to see all the new things. You won’t be able to enjoy all the things. And this is sad. And this is what discourage other artists and writers…and in the end I feel this is what makes a fandom dead.

Some of the early haikyuu art and fics are great and they have been important and I value them and I would never talk them down.
But it’s sad to see that they are still held up to such a praise that new things often can’t find their room. Even people who joined the fandom more recently still hold up to the old things.

Go look into the fresh tags. Don’t always look for most notes but for what is new or sounds good.
There are some great artists and writers among us who have been fighting and creating for over a year now but still haven’t found their ground cause you still rather be sad about someone who isn’t in this fandom anymore.

So if you are still motivated and interested in the fandom go out there and have an open mind and search for new blogs to follow and look into newer things! People still creating and posting new stuff every day!! With this a fandom can’t be dead!


“You can’t just make such allegations about the Queen!”
“Why not? I can say whatever I want about WhiteBear!”

Briar is now convinced the Queen is into women

A regualr day in the life of our favorite Vigilante Mom

Happy Birthday @chimyen​!! ❤️️❤️️❤️️ 
I wish you the best in life, Olga. You’re still young and you have already come so far. And even life achivements aside you’re such a wonderful person and I am happy to have met you and have the chance to goof off with you. I’m happy I can call you my friend. :) And you keep on drawing these two idiots! You give their friendship justice! :D

I’m looking forward to all our future conversations and silliness! Take care. :)


“so dogs do have breakfast.” -cas probably

(inspired by cas taking crowley’s words relating to a dog’s breakfast quite literally like the precious cinnamon bun that he is)









“So you miss the old him?”

No, I miss talking to him 24/7. I miss us planning if we were gonna meet each other somewhere at school or sit by each other on the votech bus on the way to atlas. I miss us talking about anything and everything. I miss him confiding in me in stuff that must’ve been hard for him to tell me. I miss him being there for me. I miss the dumb compliments. I miss all the weird conversations we had. I miss having him to send my dumb jokes to because I knew he would laugh just as hard at them as I did. I miss all the cheesy pick up lines we sent each other to make the other one laugh. I don’t miss the old him. I just miss him.

Thunderstorm - Derek Hale

A/N: This one was requested by @ jamieunsworth13. This was my first attempt at a Derek smut. I hope I did it justice. Let me know what you guys think. Love, J xx

Prompt: The sexual tension between you and Derek become so unbearable that the pack hatches a plan to get you guys alone.

Word Count: 1,297

Warning: Scruff. Smut. And more smut.

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Can we all agree that the true, definite, defining feature of a Best Friend™ as an adult is the ability to literally not talk/barely talk for over a year and then immediately pick up the friendship again as if no time has passed?

Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei-bu LOVE! LOVE! DVD Special - Drama CD 3 Translation

Suuuper liberal translations in parts; let me know if you take issue with anything here! My listening ability is pretty amateur so I might have gotten seiyuu mixed up and stuff.

Message me if you’d like a copy of the audio to listen along to. ALSO message me if you have good listening skills and you’d like to have a go at the other drama CDs!

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first of all, neither of us really made a post thanking you all for following and supporting us and we apologise but you can’t blame admin N she’s on hiatus rn so……yeah

but I just never really noticed how our blog grew like I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that people actually request scenarios and continually like and reblog our posts ??? That’s crazy, I can’t imagine it at all. It just doesn’t make sense at all. Why would anyone appreciate what I write? [ admin N’s works are amazing okay like stfu you can’t come at her ] It’s really amazing and ridiculous I don’t have words to describe it. :“)

You guys really make my day whenever there’s a notification that something dropped in my inbox or someone replies something sweet to one of my posts.

Secondly, I must thank my amazing mutuals out here for being the best people and sticking it out with my annoying ass

@mochamark ☀️
woAh, i’m super super glad I met a fellow fan in the same area like literally our schools are like two bus stops away it’s crazy. Thank you for approaching me first and starting this friendship. If you win hi-touch, pls let them know about me lmao. Study hard but remember to take care of yourself. Jiayous for Os 💪🏼

hi friend, I still can’t believe you drew inspiration from me ?? That’s insane ?? Your works are amazing ?? I admire you ?? What ?? But tysm for even replying my message i was SO happy hHAHAHA. Ily beb, let’s grow closer. 🌱 PS: collab coming soon ;)

ayeee, one of my very first mutuals and even though we aren’t as close as I’d like us to be because I honestly suck at holding conversations, thank you for being such a cool friend and still talking to me. I would have dropped my ass right away. Message me, I’ll try my best to hold a normal conversation 😬

hello my sunshine, missing you a lil beb hope you’re okay but I want to thank you for always supporting me and hyping me ??? Take care of yourself okay !! but you’re awesome ilysm keep writing, you got this. PS: we still owe each other Sungwoon and Guanlin fluff 😉

@pinksausageduo ☀️
you’re my Jihoon to my Woojin, DAITIA RISE honestly idk how you do this but you are a killer rookie and I’m so incredibly proud yet intimidated like you would fight me and win but regardless, you’re still my beb. thanks for dealing with my weird conversations and difficult name. You’re the realest. Keeping shining on us ✨

ayeee, another one of my friends. You were one of the first people to ever approach me and I’m so thankful you did because what would I do without youuuuu. Thanks for putting up with me, lololol. Stop being a hoe you bich ❤️

@woojinstinygf ☀️
you’re so small sometimes I miss you completely but not this time. thanks for being so genuine and always being there for me no matter what. it’s so nice to be able to talk freely with you and I really love you a lot. you’re the best. always remember that i’ve got you. I love you mother 💓

@rae ☀️

idk where you are but I miss you and love you. You belong on this list, thank you for all your kind words and I miss our crazy conversations.

Lastly, I mUST THANK EVERYONE WHO EVEN LIKED OUR POSTS LIKE ONCE MAYBE TWICE, FOR CLICKING THAT FOLLOW BUTTON, fOR REBLOGGING AND DROPPING MESSAGES INTO OUR INBOX. It’s so amazing to have the coolest support squad. Thank you so much for always liking our content and constantly showing appreciation. It really keeps me going and I could not be more grateful for such a wonderful squad.
- admin L

*laughs nervously*

a friend of mine posted this the other day and it really got to me. all my life people have been “too busy” for me & i would always make excuses for them of why that was okay. there’s ALWAYS time for the people you love, it’s just a matter of them wanting to put in the effort or not. & im so tired of people not making time for me. i deserve better.

It’s not what you think (M)

Genre: Angst/Slight Fluff/Smut

Character: SugarDaddy!Jongin x Reader AU

Word Count: 4,873

A/N: This turned out to be a bit longer than I intended, but I hope you guys can enjoy. Initially when I started writing this I didn’t plan on having smut, but somehow this happened, hahaha. This is a bit toned down compared to some of the other smut I’ve written (maybe I’ll post one day if people actually enjoy this)…

-          Admin Mochi

Originally posted by jonginplayboy

               Y/N pulled into the parking garage and stepped out of her baby blue McLaren 650S, sugar daddy number two had always been a car enthusiast and because of that he wanted only the best for his baby. After locking the car she took an elevator to her penthouse located downtown, daddy number one wanted her nearby, so he got her this in order to visit her more often. The moment she unlocked her door her white purebred Pekingese came running to greet her, its tail waged in excitement while she pawed at her master.

               “Hi there Marshmallow! Did you miss me?” she asked picking up the small fluff ball that attacked her with kisses. “Mommy missed you too!” she cooed happily as her dog barked in response, sugar daddy number four bought her a dog to keep her company the moment he found out she was an animal lover. She’d never forget the moment he showed up in front of her with a small palm sized puppy, look at her now she was almost three times the size she was when they first met.

                The girl tiredly threw her bag pack on the maple wood flooring in her bedroom. It had been a long day today, she removed her rose gold Tiffany Enchant heart pendant before she laid down on her queen sized bed. Daddy number three loved buying her rose gold jewelry because pink had always been her favorite color and she had always been his favorite. The Pekingese jumped onto the bed and curled up next to her, she knew it was naptime.

               Y/N stirred, her eyes fluttered open after having heard some noise, she sat up and observed her surrounding through her half lidded eyes. Marshmallow hurriedly jumped off the bed and barked in excitement from the other room, which could only mean one thing.

               “Baby girl.” He called out in his husky voice. “There you are, were you asleep?” he asked gazing at her sitting figure, a small smile etched on her lips.

               “Yeah.” the younger girl croaked stretching her arms. “I didn’t know you’d be coming over today.” She commented walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

               “I thought I’d surprise you.” He replied playing with her disheveld hair. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat, then come back and watch a movie here.”

               “Sure, anything for you~ but let me go take a shower first.” With that she gave him a quick peck and ran off to the bathroom.

              Jongin walked over to the bed and took a seat next to the dog, she jumped and pawed him begging him for attention. He happily rubbed its belly, Marshmallow had taking a liking to him ever since they first met, maybe because he was a dog owner as well. 

              Jongin could hear a phone ringing, initially he thought it was his own but he had forgotten his in the car because he was in such a rush to finally see her, it had almost been a week and that was more than enough time away from his baby. The same ringing could be heard every couple of seconds, fed up with the annoying sound he reached over to her nightstand where her phone was. His intentions were to silence the phone, but the moment he saw her screen light with a message from a contact saved under ‘Daddy no. 3’ he felt his insides churn. Quickly clicking on the message of the unlocked phone and read: ‘Princess, are you busy tonight? I miss you~’. The brunette went back and made his way to all her conversations, there were three other guys who had daddy under their contact name as well. He opened a conversation that had a time stamp from two days ago and started to read the messages.

‘Baby, what car do want for your birthday this year?’

‘You do realize my birthday is still 3 months away, right? Haha. Plus you got me a car just a couple months ago…’

‘Yes, but I want to know now just encase it has to be imported. Last time I got you a McLaren, so what about an Audi R8 this year?’

‘Does it come in red?’

‘Of course baby~’

‘Then sure! Wahh, you’re the best!  ’

‘Anything for you.’

               Jongin’s jaw clenched in anger as he tightly gripped the phone not wanting to believe what he was seeing. Who the fuck was he? Who the fuck were the others? Soon enough he couldn’t hear the sound of running water anymore, he quickly slipped the phone into his slacks. His eyes narrowed at her, she was only wearing a short silk bathrobe when she stepped out. Y/N blinked at him a couple of times bewildered by the sudden atmosphere in her bedroom.

               “How many are there?” the man questioned in a dangerously low voice.

                Y/N blinked a couple of times trying to make sense of what he was referring to. “Eh? What are you talking about?”

               “I said, how many more are there? Not including me.” He repeated.

               “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” She responded walking over to her closet looking for the perfect outfit.

               “I know I’m not the only one! Who the fuck is ‘daddy no. 3’? And how many more are there?” he barked fed up. He grabbed her phone and unlocked it for her. “Who the fuck are all these pricks?” he hissed showing her the conversations, he could clearly see her facial expression go from a confused one to a panicked one.

               “This is all a misunderstanding Jongin, I swear!” Y/N reasoned trying to reach for her phone.

               “Misunderstanding? I read some of the messages, so one of them got you a car? What kind?” he asked looking straight into her eyes, she could see nothing but rage in them.


               “I asked, what kind? Answer the fucking questions.” He whispered dangerously.              

               “A McLaren 650S…”

               “Now I’m going to ask again nicely, how many more are there?” he tried to sound as calm as possible, but right now that was quite difficult.

               “Three, besides yourself…” she whispered not being able to handle his intense gaze.

               “Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled.

               “Jongin…” she pleaded.

               “Three other guys, you have three other guys wrapped around your finger!” he snarled. “What else have they given you?” he wondered looking around the room. “Where did you get this necklace? I didn’t fucking give it to you! Or this… All of this!” he yelled rummaging through her drawers angrily throwing the contents everywhere.

               “Jongin, stop!” the girl begged grabbing onto his arm only to get shoved away.

               “How many of them did you sleep with?” slowly he began walking over to her, his nicely combed hair was now a mess and his usual sparkling eyes were dull. “Did you let them fuck you on the same bed I took you?” he asked glancing at her bed.

               “No! I- It’s not like that!”

               “Then what is it like- You know what, I don’t even want to know.” Jongin uttered before storming out of the room.

               “Where are you going?” Y/N frantically following after him, she never wanted this to happen, she never intended on having him find out.

               “Away from this, I can’t even look at you right now.” Those were the final words she heard before he slammed the door close, she stared at it blankly not sure what to make of the situation. She wondered whether she’d ever see him step through that door again.

               Y/N laid in her bed staring at the ceiling, it had been three days, a whole 72 hours since she had last seen him. Jongin hadn’t bothered to call or message her after the incident. So many thoughts ran through her mind, I shouldn’t have left my phone out in the open like that. I should have put a passcode on that thing a long time ago. Every time she closed her eyes she could see his face contorted in pain and disgust. It wasn’t always like this, she hadn’t always been a sugar baby. She didn’t know how she had let it get this far. It had all started as a way to pay for her tuition, before this she barely had enough to even cover her classes, until he came along.

              It all started when her friends had finally convinced her to go to a club with them. Y/N wasn’t the party type, but her friends insisted she had to try going to a club at least once. Not wanting to hear any more of their begging she gave in. It was hot, noisy, and crowded, she hated it. There were people left and right all over each other and it made her scrunch her face in disgust. While her friends danced and mingled on the dance floor she sat at the bar boredly observing everyone while she sipped on her lemonade. Although she got hit on quite a lot, none of them had caught her attention, except for one man: Kim Jongin.

              He had taken an interest in her and one thing led to another but after that day she found herself meeting him more and more. The more time she spent with him, the more money he would spend. Until one day he proposed a deal, he would take care of financially as long as she would quit her part time job, focus on school, and meet him whenever he wanted. Oddly enough she had agreed, Jongin also found himself often using her as a date for all the social events that came along with his job and because of that she met the other three men. They made her life so much easier with cars, clothes, gifts, and jewelry. There was never a moment she didn’t get what she wanted. It wasn’t that Jongin didn’t give her enough, he gave her more than enough but she feared that if he ever got bored of her he’d drop her and then, what would she have to fall back on? Well, for now, the support of three other sugar daddies.

              Y/N grabbed her phone that had been ringing for quite a while. She looked at the caller ID and realized it wasn’t Jongin, this was exactly why she didn’t want to even look at it in the first place because every time she’d get a new call or text she could feel disappointment wash over her when she’d see it wasn’t him. It was daddy no.2, what does he want?

              “Hello?” she answered softly, trying not show how annoyed she was.

              “Baby, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to have lunch with me.” came his deep voice from the other line.

              “I…Uh…” oddly enough she didn’t feel like seeing anyone right now, unless it was Jongin.

              “Come on, please.” 

              “Sure, just tell me where…”

               “Y/N… Baby, why aren’t you eating? Do you not like the food? I can ask them to take it back if you’d like. Want me to order you something else?” Kris asked looking at her worriedly.

               “No, it’s fine. It’s not that.” She replied staring at her full plate, she didn’t have much of an appetite. She couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by guilt just from sitting down and having a meal with him, all she could think about was Jongin and it bothered her.

               “Then what is it? You look down baby, is there something you want? Tell me, I’ll buy it for you!” he offered, but no amount of money could fix how she felt.

               “No, it’s okay Kris, it’s nothing.” She muttered with a tight lipped smile. “I’m just not that hungry…”

               “Let’s go somewhere else then.” With that he called the waitress over, after paying for the meal he got up and offered her his hand. “I just hate seeing you like this…” he murmured placing his arm around her waist, her eyes widened in shock feeling his hand on her. She shifted uncomfortably in his hold as his thumb caressed her sides. “Let me cheer you up.” He whispered before pulling her closer for a kiss. Before his lips even made contact with hers, she could feel herself being pulled away and by none other than Jongin. He glared at Kris who was looking at him with pure hatred.

               “Don’t fucking touch her.” He growled as his grip around her wrist tightened. How’d he know I was here? Was he here the whole time? She wondered as she anxiously bit the inside of her cheek.

               “Excuse me? I’ll do whatever I want, who the fuck are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?” Kris hissed glaring down at the slightly shorter male, she could see people stare at them and whisper.

               “Her boyfriend, that’s who. So fuck off!” came Jongin’s irritated reply, which caused Kris to chuckle.

               “Boyfriend? Ha, she doesn’t have a boyfriend you liar.”

               “She does and that’s me, so if you could leave my girlfriend alone that would be great.” Each word harsher than the next.

               “If you’re her boyfriend then, why would she have come meet me today? And every other time?” the tall honey blonde man inquired which made Jongin grip her wrist harder causing Y/N to flinch in pain.

               “Because I was stupid enough to let this go on for as long as I did, so from this point on don’t call her, don’t text her, don’t look at her, and don’t even think about her.” He spat pushing past him and dragging her with him leaving behind a puzzled Kris.

               “Have you no shame?” he snarled pushing her into the penthouse and locking the door behind them. “After everything that happened the other day and you still go out with him?” he scoffed looking at her with an unreadable expression. “If I wouldn’t have intervened you’d probably be in bed with him right now.”

               “That’s not true!” she defended. “I’ve never even slept with him!”

               “Don’t lie to me, you’ve probably slept with all of them.” He snorted as he rolled his eyes. 
               “That’s not fucking true!” 
               “Well, I find it hard to believe you haven’t slept with him at least, especially after what I saw at the restaurant.” As much as she hated to admit it, she was hurt by his accusations because she wasn’t that type of girl. Yet, after everything that had happened with Kris, what had happened three days ago and so on she couldn’t blame him.

               “I’m not some fucking whore, Kim Jongin!”

               “Well, you sure as hell act like one.” He retorted as he let out a dry laugh and with that Y/N did something she never thought she’d do, she slapped him. His head was tilted to the left, a red handprint adorned his tanned cheek, and she could see the shock written all over his handsome face.

               “I’ll be damned if I stand here and let you insult me. Fuck you, you think you can talk to me however you want? You think you can hurl insults at me and expect me to stand here and take them? You think you can act like you fucking own me just because you’re my sugar daddy? No, fuck you!” each word was louder than the next. “I don’t need this and I don’t need you!” she screeched walking over to the closet, she then began to pack some clothes, none of it being anything that he had given her.

               “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked finally coming to his senses.

               “Leaving, I already told you I don’t need you.” She murmured as she closed her bag. “So keep this penthouse and everything else you’ve given me.”

               “You’re not going anywhere.” He murmured blocking her.

               “Jongin, move.” She commanded through her gritted teeth.

               “No, not unless you promise not to go anywhere.”

               “Kim Jongin, MOVE!” she yelled trying to push past him only to have both her wrist grabbed.

               “No, god damnit! You’re not going anywhere!” he yelled pushing her onto the bed. “Where are you going to go, huh?” she could feel his eyes piercing into hers.

               “Why does it matter?” she shot back irritated.

               “Because I’m not about to let you go running into another man’s arms!”

               “Oh my god, are you listening to yourself?” she gawked in disbelief. Not bothering to reply Jongin kissed her, his soft lips pressed hungrily against hers.

              Y/N blinked several times as she tried to process what was going on, her small hands pushed against his muscular chest in protest. She could feel his hands travel down her sides and to her ass, giving it a squeeze, she gasped which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip in his tongue. As much as she told herself she didn’t like it, she knew damn well she was lying. His lips traveled from hers down to her neck, she could feel his teeth grazing over her skin, teasing her. She bit on her lower lip harshly trying to prevent any sounds as he nibbled her neck, she didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying it. Y/N cried in pain feeling his teeth bite down harshly, blood was seeping through the freshly formed wound. His tongue roamed over the bloody spot, the warm crimson liquid mixed with his saliva. He sucked on the same place he had just bitten, trying to get rid of the excess blood and as an attempt to dull the pain.

              “Jongin, that hurts!” Y/N whined squirming in discomfort.

               “It hurts? You know what else hurts? You going around my back with three other guys.” He spat pulling back, she could see his eyes clouded with fury and lust. She looked away not knowing what to say. “You really thought you could keep that from me?” he growled letting her go so he could take off his shirt.

               “I’m sorry.” She really was, she couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing how much she had hurt him because he was the last person she wanted to hurt. Yet, at the same time she didn’t fully understand his anger because she was his sugar baby, not his girlfriend.

              “You’re sorry? …Look at me.” She regretted listening to him, she couldn’t help but stare at the tent that had formed in his pants. “Baby girl, look at what you’ve caused…” he groaned dropping his pants around his ankles. “Show me how sorry you really are.” She could practically hear the smirk etched on his plump lips. “Come on now, don’t be shy.” Jongin grabbed her by the arm and yanked her off the bed, then pushed her down to the floor onto her knees. “Don’t act like you don’t know what to do.” Her hand gingerly pulled down his briefs in order to free his member, which slapped against his abdomen. He hissed feeling her cold hand grab the base of his cock, without any hesitation he tangled his fingers in her hair and shoved himself inside her mouth. Jongin couldn’t help but moan at the sight before him; her pink lips were wrapped around his girth and her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head, he wanted more. He grunted grabbing a fistful of her hair and thrusting into her mouth mercilessly, enjoying the sound of her gagging. Y/N cupped his balls gently massaging them and with that he moaned her name, he was close. His thrust began getting more aggressive to the point where tears were trickling down her cheeks. After a couple more pumps Jongin let out a breathy groan and abruptly pulled away, just in time. Ribbons of his warm creamy seed gushed onto her pretty little face, the sticky white substance ran down her lips to her chin. “Fuck, you look so good like that…” he whispered biting his lip, not having to be told Y/N swiped her finger against her cheeks taking some of the substance and tasting it.

               Y/N remained in the same position, her knees were aching from the hardwood floor, but she knew better than to move without permission. Without a word he left and came back with a moist towel. Carefully he cleaned the mess off of her face, then threw the towel to the floor.

              Jongin pulled her back up and placed her on the bed beneath him, this time she didn’t bother to protest when he kissed her. Slowly his hand slipped underneath her blouse, feeling her flat stomach before he made his way to her breast. He cursed under his breath when his hand made contact with her bra, it was in his way.

               “Take it off.” she begged wanting to feel his hands against her skin, not through a piece of clothing. He didn’t need to be told twice, he carelessly removed her top and lacy red bra, he simply ignored the fact that he had just ripped a thousand dollar blouse. Y/N could feel him staring at her chest and it was making her feel self-conscious.

               “Too bad I’m not the only one who has seen you like this.” He whispered angrily as he pinned both her wrist above her head with one hand while he roughly massaged her breast with the other.

               “Oh my god.” Soft moans could be heard as Jongin pinched her nipples, the pink nubs only became more sensitive with every squeeze and flick. “Jongin.” She whined as he sucked on the supple flesh, making her small frame squirm beneath him. She could feel herself dripping in excitement with every wave of pleasure he sent through her body.

               “Be a good girl.” He warned letting go of her wrist. One hand held her breast as he fondled it while the other made its way down lower until she could feel his fingers press against her clothed entrance. “You’re so wet, is this because of me? Did I do this?” he asked cockily while rubbing her throbbing core through her moist panties, not being able to muster any words Y/N nodded her head eagerly in response. With that he proceeded to rip her panties off, she was a bit shocked at first but she was more turned on than anything else.

                “What about my skirt?” she questioned curiously as she tilted her head to the side.

               “That you’re going to leave on, there’s something about fucking you with it on that turns me on even more.” He confessed spreading her legs apart in order to get a good look. “Mm, look at that pink pussy, nice and wet for me.”  Y/N felt her cheeks heat up because of his dirty talk. Suddenly she felt his hot breath against her dripping wet entrance. He ran his tongue up and down her slits in a teasing manner before shoving his tongue into her hole while at the same time rubbing her sensitive clit as he pumped his tongue in and out.

               “Jongin! Ahh ahh… I can’t. I can’t handle it!” she mewled thrashing around overwhelmed with pleasure, Jongin couldn’t put into words how much he enjoyed hearing the sweet sounds that came out of her mouth. He prided himself in being the only one who could drive her this point. In response to her he placed both his hands on her thighs and spread her legs farther apart, giving him better access. “Oh god, Jongin.” Y/N whimpered feeling a knot forming in her stomach. His tongue was suddenly replaced with two of his fingers, she let out a gasp. He was curling his fingers inside of her bringing her closer and closer to her release, but before that happened he pulled them out.

               “You didn’t actually think I’d let you cum, did you?” the man mused. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, only punished.” He mumbled before shoving himself inside of her unexpectedly. Y/N moaned in pain and pleasure, he didn’t even bother to let her adjust. “You’re so fucking tight, I missed this so much.” She could feel him thrusting into her at a fast pace, usually he would work his way up to it, but not today. She couldn’t hold back her lewd moans as he pounded into her. “Who’s making you feel good?” he breathed out looking down, her eyes shut tightly and her mouth parted open spewing out nothing but profanity along with his name.

               “You!” she groaned digging her long nails into his shoulders, giving him more marks to proudly show off.

               “Damn right.” He growled grabbing one of her legs and placing it over his shoulder in order to get better access. “And whose are you?”

               “Yours, I’m yours Jongin!”

               “That’s right, you’re mine, all mine.” He greedily moaned gripping her waist tightly, finger shaped bruises were sure to form. 
               “Jongin, I’m so close… Please, let me cum this time.” She begged gazing up at him with pleading eyes. She could see sweat dripping down his body while he stared at her through his half lidded eyes.

               “Beg for it some more.”

               “Jongin… Please, let me cum! Please, I’ll do anything… Please!” she shamelessly moaned throwing her pride aside, something only he could get her to do.

               “Well, since you asked nicely.” She could feel his hips snap against her quicker and rougher as he continued to hit her sweet spot. “Oh my god, Y/N you feel so good around me.” And that was more than enough to throw her over the edge. He groaned feeling her walls contracting around his girth, just a couple more strokes and he was coming too. She moaned his name feeling his dick twitch inside of her, she could feel his warm seed fill her fertile womb. Her womanhood desperately squeezing him for every last drop.

               “Y/N…” he panted pulling out of her, he could see his cum dripping out of her making him feel proud. “I gave you everything Y/N, so why?” his voice was now barely above a whisper. “Why did you need three other guys?” his voice laced with pain and confusion.

               “Jongin… You don’t understand, you were my only source of income so if you would have dropped me for some other girl I would have had nothing to fall back on. That’s why, maybe I got carried away by dragging three other men along, but what if? What if one stops, then I need the other one.” She reasoned as she bit her lower lip. “I was just looking out for myself.” She mumbled staring at his side profile.
               “But that’s why you have me! To look out for you, how stupid can you be?” he hissed glaring down at her, she was sitting up on the bed now. “I’m not going to drop you for another girl, my god, you stupid little thing.” He grumbled closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.

               “I’m not stupid.” 
               “Yes, you are! What kind of guy do you think I am? You do realize you’re the only girl I’ve ever done this with? You’re my first and last, I’ve never been anyone else’s sugar daddy and I don’t plan on it anytime soon.” He explained crossing his arms.

               “I’m sorry…”

               “Ugh, Y/N…” he whined caressing her cheek “You’re only supposed to look at me, meet me, sleep with me…”

               “Jongin, how many times do I have to tell you, I did not sleep with them!” she snapped. “Sure they might have bought me shit, but at most all I did was keep them company in exchange, even skinship was limited. I felt so uncomfortable today when Kris was holding me close…” 
               “Okay, okay… I’m sorry that I jumped to conclusions, I’m sorry I called you a whore… I’m sorry for everything. So please, don’t leave.”  Each and every words overflowed with sincerity, how could she say no?

               “I’m not going anywhere…” she replied giving him a smile.

               “Earlier, while you were begging me to let you cum you said you would do anything.” A devilish smile adorned his lips. “Since I let you cum, you better comply… I want you to stop seeing them, all three of them. I want you to cut it off with them.”

               “Okay, I will.” She agreed, she was willing to do anything to make it up to him.

               “That also includes giving back everything that they gave you.”

               She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at that order. “I was already planning on doing that.”

               “Good, because I’m your boyfriend so it’s my job to spoil you.”

               “Boyfriend?” she whispered looking at him oddly.

               “Yeah, didn’t you hear me back at the restaurant?” he said cocking a brow.

               “I thought you just said that in the heat of the moment…”

               “No, I said that because I meant it.” He mumbled.

               “Why? Why would you want to be my boyfriend? Especially after everything I did…”

               “You’re so oblivious, it’s because I love you.” He could feel his cheeks flush pink at his own confession.


               “I know, I understand you probably don’t feel the same way and-“

               “I love you too.” Who knew, those four little words could bring so much joy to his heart.


In 2001, after September 11th, I was trying to build a decorative wooden box/cabinet thing, using just hand tools. I’d started it several days before the events, and I was determined to finish, regardless. Predictably, it was a disaster; the box had no structural integrity, and the slip of a chisel left me with a deep wound (now a scar) at the base of my left palm. Weeks later, a good friend and I were commiserating about our general incompetence, right in that aftermath, and he said, “That’s the public art, the memorial we need: just a huge pile of things people were trying to do.” In that spirit, here’s a piece I started a week or so prior to last Tuesday. It was intended to be short and ultimately sweet (similar in feel to Hotel). But like that futile box, it has no structural integrity; you’ll no doubt get an idea of how it’s meant to work, but it just doesn’t. It lurches around, overwritten, underwritten… I decided to finish it (or “finish” it) anyway, because: here is what I was trying to do. I haven’t forgotten about other stories, but it seemed better to take it out on this instead. Three parts: this today, second tomorrow, third on Wednesday. P.S. This story, despite its being about a pilot, has nothing to do with Sept. 11. I’m just marking a similarity in my own emotional state.


“Double whiskey and soda.”

The words are clipped and low. Helena Wells is not surprised by that drink order, for the person issuing it is a pilot. That the whiskey-and-soda pilot is in this case a woman is slightly unusual, but most people, Helena has noted in her relatively short career thus far as a bartender, do drink according to position, not gender. She places an ice cube in a tumbler, fills the tumbler with the bar’s well bourbon, adds a brief spray of soda, and places it in front of the pilot, whose eyes have followed Helena as she assembled the drink. Her gaze now meets Helena’s in cool appraisal.

Helena has not seen this pilot before. She’s seen this look, however; all pilots seem to know it and use it. Flight attendants do not. Flight attendants deploy smiles that do not reach their eyes.

Helena is becoming familiar with the looks proffered by flight attendants and pilots because the establishment whose bar she began to tend not long ago is located near both an airport and a hotel where flight crews are customarily housed. The hotel does not have a bar of its own, a fact for which Helena is grateful: she is also becoming familiar with the fact that people who travel for a living tend to tip well.

This pilot bears out that tendency: she finishes her drink, drops a ten and two fives on the bar. The ice cube remains, largely unmelted, in the glass. She says, “Thanks.” Then she stands and walks away, away and out, nodding to a flight attendant as she leaves.

She’s tall, this pilot.

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When ever I see a post about someone having a good strong relationship with their siblings I just go ‘god I wish that was me’

anonymous asked:

What if hannibal gives a bottle of mice wine to bedelia as a present

I’m guessing you meant to type “nice wine” instead of “mice wine”…but here you go, a tiny ficlet because we all need some cheering up after this shitshow of a week. 

a patient and a colleague 

“You were missed in Palo Alto,” he tells her as their session winds to a close.

“I’ve found the conference circuit to be one of diminishing returns at this stage of my career. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“More or less.” His mouth puckers in that sensuous way, as if the words he is about to speak are particularly tasty. “Though I missed hearing your well-tempered insights—always so perfectly balanced, like a finely crafted rapier.”

Bedelia steadies herself against his flattery. “You hear my insights twice a week, Hannibal.”

He smiles broadly, eyes laughing at some secret joke she cannot seem to fathom. “Yes, but those are the insights of Dr. Du Maurier, my psychiatrist. I miss the insights of Bedelia, my colleague. And her company.”

His words hang in the air oddly—a bright major chord in a conversation that is usually played in various minor keys. “We can speak about your longing for my company at our next session.”

“I took a brief trip to Napa after the conference.” Hannibal rises from his chair, but does not make to leave. Instead he goes to her coat closet and retrieves a dark, heavily padded bag. “I brought you back a gift from one of the vineyards. A particularly rare vintage—it reminded me of you.”

“Hannibal, please, as a psychiatrist yourself you know the protocol around accepting gifts.”

His eyes dim. “If you refuse to accept it, I will simply drink it myself anyway. So perhaps we should share it together—then it will not be a gift. We are each other’s last appointment of the day are we not?”

“I would still be drinking with a patient,” she says, voice wavering.

“Nonsense,” he says. “You would be drinking with a colleague.”

She tells herself it would be good to observe him in social settings. Nearly convinces herself that she is doing this for his benefit, for the uneasy creature inside the person suit, isolated from the concept of friendship. But Bedelia knows this to be a half truth. Some part of her long starved is hungry for company, for conversation, and thirsts for him to stay against every fiber of training.

“The glasses are in the kitchen. If you’ll follow me.”

The wine is honeyed and cold and golden. It sparkles bright in their glasses in the pale afternoon light, the color of her hair, she knows.

“Orange blossoms and apricots. This reminds you of me?” she asks, curious.

“The bouquet reminds me of your perfume. It is a delicate flavor, its sweetness best set off by spice. It is hard to explain,” he says, uncharacteristically flustered, tripped up mid-flirtation. “Perhaps it was the location. The winery was high up on a mountain—it was peaceful there. The kind of peace I find in my hours here.”

“I am happy you find peace with me, Hannibal.”

His eyes grow a bit misty but then he shakes it off like summer rain. “But I am not supposed to be speaking with you as a patient. This is our time to talk as colleagues. I heard a very intriguing paper on parasocial relationships and I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.”

Their conversation pivots on a dime and suddenly Bedelia finds herself dancing an intellectual rhumba with him instead of the familiar slow tango of their sessions. One hour turns into two and one glass becomes half a bottle. Before she has licked the last drops of honeyed gold from her lips, he’s unlocked her tongue and made her laugh so hard about the APA president’s long winded address it brought tears to her eyes.

When she finally escorts him to the door, Bedelia finds herself slightly tipsy in her Ferragamo heels, her own person suit half-unbuttoned. “Thank you, Hannibal. You made me realize how much I have missed conversing with a talented colleague.”

“The pleasure was all mine.”

“Next time I’ll provide the wine. I have the perfect vintage in mind; A Cabernet Sauvignon rosé from South Africa that I have been longing to try.”

“Something pink.” His eyes twinkle back at her and for a moment she thinks he is about to kiss her. “I look forward to it.”