i played around a little with the request but i hope it still fits what was asked for

BTS’s reaction to their s/o having a PDA addiction:

💌 requested by @pastelxxwitch (your English isn’t bad at all, sweetie!)

A/N: As I mentioned before, I don’t write NSFW, but hopefully I was able to do this request justice. I made it super fluffy. Hope you enjoy it, loves~ 💖


Jin: You have a problem, you know you do. It’s too much - you always go too far. But when you get the urge to cuddle your boyfriend over a respectable family dinner, it’s not something you can easily dismiss. He’s looking so handsome, serving stew to his mother, sleeves rolled up, shirt damp with sweat and kitchen steam - less like a boyfriend, more like a husband. A husband that needs a barrage of hugging and kissing as punishment for being so drop-dead gorgeous.

As he sits down opposite, you give him a look – the look – to let him know what’s up. He doesn’t get the hint at first, so you inch your toes across the wooden flood until you find his shape under the table, and give his leg a nudge with your foot.

His eyes flicker to yours, brows raised in amusement. You’ve been together long enough to understand what his silent signals mean. Translation: “So, playing footsie is a thing we do now?”

You rub your foot up and down the inside of his calf, smiling at him through half-lidded eyes. Translation: “Yes, it’s a thing we do. Starting now.”

Jin looks you up and down, totally distracted now. You’re winning. Just a little more, and he’ll bend to your will. With one last brush of your toe against his trouser leg he stands up, displacing his glass of water, so that a few drops spot the table. “I just remembered that there’s a bottle of wine I forgot to open. Y/N, come and help me get the wine glasses.”

That’s your cue to leave, following him to the kitchen for an emergency make-out session:

“Was there a reason you desperately needed to disrupt our family dinner?”

“You were looking unfairly handsome,” you reply, “You needed to be punished.”

“With kisses?”

“The worst type of punishment.” You kiss him to prove you mean it.

Originally posted by jinmini


Yoongi: Well, this is new.

Normally, you have to beg Yoongi for hugs in public – pulling on his sweater sleeves, pulling on his hair, pulling on his ragged ends with pleas of “Please, Yoongi. Please.” Then he’d roll his eyes, shuffle closer and drape you in his warmth, with an arm around your shoulder while he mumbled about how embarrassing you are.

But today - today is different. And you certainly aren’t complaining.

Pressing his nose into your neck, pulling you closer, his hands fall around your waist, reaching down until they find leverage in the back pockets of your jeans. Without you asking; without him kicking and screaming and making a fuss about it.

You have to pull back a fraction to check his cheeks, which burn pink, just to make sure this is definitely your boyfriend and not some weird, alien replacement.

“What?” he demands.

You shake your head, and curl your arms around his neck. “Nothing… I just though you didn’t like cuddling in public.”

“I don’t.”

“Then what do you call this?”

He burrows deeper, pressing his face into the fabric of your shirt. “I call this an emergency.”

“Emergency?”

He nods. “I was running low on hugs.”

Originally posted by leojuseyo


Hoseok: You fidget anxiously. It’s been three hours, fifteen minutes and nine seconds since your last cuddle with Hoseok, and you’re beginning to feel cold already – what you need right now is a hug, or a hand in your hand, anything really, you’re not picky. But in the middle of the supermarket, mid weekly shop, isn’t the best place or time to tackle your boyfriend. Still, his back is looking exceptionally inviting underneath that tight-fitting t-shirt, just asking for you to snatch him up as he stretches up to reach a cereal box on the highest shelf.

As he turns back to toss the box in the shopping trolley, he pauses, eyeing you up and down, and that’s when you realise you’ve been biting your lip all this time, making heart-eyes his way. Not so subtle.

“What?” he asks, although he knows exactly ‘what’.

You press your palms onto the trolley’s handle and push it in his direction so the metal frame bumps against him. “Don’t ‘what?’ me.”

His response is a chuckle. “Is it that bad? You need me that much?”

You nod, and he licks his lips, before glancing up and down the aisle. There’s no one about. A motion of his hand is all the invitation you need to dive into his arms, and drown him in kisses, hidden by the shelves of biscuits and crisps.

Originally posted by itsrapmonster


Namjoon: “Namjoon, I need a hug.” You hold your arms out to your boyfriend.

“What why? Are you feeling okay?” As usual, Namjoon’s brain is spinning with possible reasons for this sudden request. Are you down? Depressed? Feeling lonely or anxious? Whatever it is, Namjoon’s ready to hug it away, even if you are in the middle of the main street.

You just shake your head at his concern, your smile stretching fondly. “Nothing’s wrong. I just love you. And I want a hug.”

That’s all you need to say. Namjoon’s face relaxes, his shoulders sag, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A hug for love’s sake. Of course. In one step, he’s by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist – not because it’s raining in your heart, or the sky above you is crumbling down, or the very fabric of the Earth is fraying. But just because you wanted it.

And you also – “Was that the first time you said that you love me?” he asks.

“I think it was.”

“Well. I love you too.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

Originally posted by bangthebae


Jimin: You have a new hobby: embarrassing your boyfriend in front of his friends.

Jimin, who’s normally more snuggly than your bed on a rainy Monday morning, forgets all about your habitual cuddling when he’s with his group, keeping his distance instead, and getting jumpy when you brush against him.

Now that you’ve figured out how much power you possess – with him pleading “please – not so much PDA while I’m around my friends, I need to keep some semblance of my masculinity”, and you cooing back “sure thing, my squishy mochi” – it’s time to wreak some havoc.

The next time you’re at Taehyung’s house, you decide to put your plan in motion, pouncing on Jimin and tackling him to the couch. This should be fun.

“What are you doing?” His cheeks rise a couple of shades of red.

“Just cuddling like we normally do, mochi-wochi,” you purr, settling yourself in his lap.

The other boys burst out laughing at your actions, while Jimin squirms underneath you, trying to wriggle free. But it’s no use. Cuddling is serious business to you, and there’s no way you’re letting him go.

Sighing, he surrenders, and with his masculinity in shreds, he kisses your cheek as a form of peace-keeping. “Alright you win,” he mumbles, “Just, please, no more ‘mochi-wochi’.”

Originally posted by minblush


Taehyung: You and Taehyung are tied together by the heartstrings. You have a connection that you can’t quite explain, and somehow, you both seem to know exactly when the other’s craving touch - feelings so in sync, Taehyung needs you exactly when you need him.

Today is no exception. You’re sitting in a café with Taehyung, smiling stupidly-in-love over ice-cream sundaes, when all of a sudden you need – need – to cuddle with him, or your heart might seize up.

Without a word, without warning, you slip out of your seat, and rounding the table to Taehyung’s side, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He twists his neck to gaze up at you, brown eyes blinking. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I just really needed a hug, all of a sudden.”

“Good, me too.” He grins, and you duck your head down for a kiss on his unsuspecting lips.

With a smooth motion, he slides his chair back, making room for you to sit on his lap, which you’re more than happy to accept, and from this perch you have easy access to his triple-chocolate knickerbocker glory.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Taehyung scoffs, as you lick chocolate sauce off his spoon, “You only like me for my desserts?”

“Opps. Exposed,” you laugh, and Taehyung leans in to peck a stray speck of chocolate from your chin.

When you kiss back again, he shivers below you, body responding before he can control it. Forgetting the café around you, the hustle and bustle of baristas and customers, you and Taehyung melt into each other like the ice-cream in your bowl.

Originally posted by buisually-appealing


Jungkook: Jungkook doesn’t like cuddling in public. It’s something you learnt about him a long time ago, on your first date in fact, sharing secrets with a game of ’20 questions’ - when he said ‘I’m embarrassed to touch in public’ you had almost ended the relationship then and there. How were you – one of the clingiest, touchy-feeliest people on the planet – going to cope with a guy who melted into a blushing pile of mush any time you so much as brushed fingers in public. Even when you got him to hold your hand, murmuring ‘Look, see? No one minds, no one’s looking,’ he’d still stay as stiff as steel, and snap your fingers apart when anyone so much as glanced in your general direction.

Thankfully, you had discovered a way to combat the problem, crafting the perfect date for you and your boyfriend – a public place where you could touch to your heart’s content, without Jungkook shying away from the eyes of disapproving grannies and curious children: a magical place called the cinema.

Seated in the back row, you can share a bag of popcorn and as many kisses as you want, without fear of being watched. With everyone else transfixed on the film, you and Jungkook can devote yourselves to each other. As the movie heroes strike out on quests to discover new lands, you explore new parts of Jungkook, acquainting yourself with every centimetre of exposed skin: cheeks, neck, knuckles, the inside of his wrists, any part he gives. He relaxes in your arms, and watching him unfurl for you is better than any film – he is your masterpiece, better directed that Steven Spielberg. In the dark of the cinema, you fall in love.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


! I did not make the gifs !

Missing Person (Jughead One-Shot)

Summary: Part one of a Jughead series I’m writing.

Part one: Archie and Veronica talk about old days

Word count: 797

Requested? No

Prompts: None

A/n: I will be taking requests for Jughead as of now.

Part 2 Here


Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Archie and Veronica walked side by side, each step another second of the present wasted on focusing on the past. They spoke of simpler times when your school year was designated by a number rather than a name. Archie shared a story of his younger days with Betty which soon ended in a comfortable silence, followed by Veronica’s query.

“What about him?” She asked gesturing down the road to a beanied author walking away from hanging a missing person’s poster on poles and mailboxes. “Doesn’t he fit in to your tales?”

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

Archie was hesitant. “Yeah, we were friends.”

“What about them?” she asked gesturing to the person in the photo. “I’ve seen the posters around town. I thought this place was a quiet one but so far there’s been a dead body and a missing person.”

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All Too Well | Pt. 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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anonymous asked:

I just want to say that yours headcanons and interactions with everyone here just crack me up so fcking much, honestly, you guys are a true blessing. And, if it's okay, could I request the RFA+V+ Saeran falling hard for MC but they just don't notice, like, at all, and, God help them, they are trying their very best, what the actual fuck MC (it's okay if you don't wanna do the request, I hope you guys have a great day!)

A/N: omg you’re such a cutie thank you <3 ヾ(´▽`*;)ゝ”and did you mean like mc doesnt notice that they’re completely in love with them??? (soRRY im so exhausted lmao) but dude i’m completely mc in that case ripperoni  ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               - I thought…losing his eye was like… enough to show how much he cares about you

               -He’s always making you food and snacks in cute little shapes (especially hearts)

               -When the two of you play LOLOL he’s always giving you the best loot and diving in front of your character to make sure you don’t die

               -Always joining new clubs that either you’re in, or they cover a topic you’re interested in

               -That way, he can spend more time with you and enjoy some of the same things!

               -Not to mention it he actually really enjoys it all and learns something new about you every time

               -He’s even managed to hug you close for long periods of time without turning red or stuttering!

               -But you still! Don’t! See it!

               -You always think he’s just being really nice and a great friend! Sure you secretly like him but you don’t want to ruin the friendship if he doesn’t like you back!

               -Saeyoung’s made it his personal mission to get the two of you together because Yoosung just won’t take initiative and you’re just oblivious as hell

*ZEN:

               -He’s always hanging off of you, how are you not even suspicious?

               -Always has an arm around you, hand on your shoulder, even on your knee when the two of you are sitting

               -For fucks sake MC, he kisses your cheek and holds your hand when the two of you walk anywhere are you DENSE??

               -Always bringing you flowers, chocolates, you name it

               -HE EVEN MAKES UP SONGS TO SING TO YOU

               -He’s so dramatic about everything. Every time you don’t react to his romantic gesture, he’s practically throwing himself to the floor in a sobbing fit

               -He’s even held you by the shoulders, looked you in the eyes, and told you how much he really likes you

               -You just responded with a tilt of your head, innocently asking, “Like…. you like-like me?”

               - hoW HAVE YOU NOT NOTICED BY NOW?????

               -EVEN AFTER THAT, YOU’RE STILL OBLIVIOUS. MC, why. Just, why. He loves you but wOW

*JAEHEE:

               -She’s not exactly surprised that you don’t realize her feelings

               -More subtle with her emotions than the rest of them

               - even jumin is more open about his feelings for you, who would have guessed

               -She’s always inviting you to attend new cafes, or to show you her favourite ones!

               -Also makes you a lot of coffee/tea and cakes!

               -The two of you spend a lot of time discussing books the two of you have read, and theorize about those that abruptly ended

               -Always looking you straight in the eyes, smiling, and will constantly turn a light shade of red

               -But you don’t get it?? Is she getting a fever? Is it even hot enough in here to make her red like that? Is she alright?

               -You’re always putting your hands on her cheeks, trying to see if she’s ill and it just makes her blush 10x more

               -Dammit MC she’s gonna pass out at this rate, get your hands off of her, just notice that she likes you so the two of you can cuddle and she can get over turning as red as she does!

*JUMIN:

               -You’d think it’d be really obvious

               -I mean the man has next to no emotions but when you come around he’s practically a puddle on the floor- how in the world don’t you notice?

               -Always making sure you’re comfortable with anything the two of you do

               -If he invites you to lunch and you don’t like the restaurant, he’ll cancel his reservations and find a new place immediately

               -AND HE DOES EVERYTHING HIMSELF. Not once does he ask Jaehee or another employee of his to set up plans or grab something for you

               -Listens to your opinion more than anyone else’s. He’ll take it to heart and do whatever you suggested (that is if it isn’t drastic)

               -HE LETS YOU PICK UP ELIZABETH? CUDDLE WITH HER? GIVE HER KISSES? DOESN’T THAT TELL YOU HOW HE FEELS ABOUT YOU??

               -The dude tried to move you into his house almost immediately, seriously MC how can you not tell

               -Completely showers you in gifts all the time. If you aren’t there to physically receive them, he’s telling you what he got you and sends you pictures

               -He thinks it’s absolutely adorable that you have no idea, but at the same time it lowkey drives him crazy because he juST WANTS TO KISS YOU, MC. PLEASE. JUST, P L E A S E

 

*SAEYOUNG:

               -This lil brat tries to hide that he’s completely in love with you until he just can’t take it anymore

               -Come on he’s built you Robo-cat, gone over personally to protect you, and a lot more, what do you waNT FROM HIM

               -Sends you memes in the middle of the night because he thinks you’ll find them funny

               -Calls you at night just to talk until he can hear you fall asleep on the other end of the phone

               -He’s also buying you a lot of little things because he thought of you when he saw it, and couldn’t bring himself to just leave it

               -You’re the only one he’ll let drive his babies. HIS. BABIES. MC, COME ON

               -Always looking at you like a love-sick puppy. Whenever you do something completely adorable he gets as red as his hair

               -He’ll lightly brush his hand against yours when the two of you are walking close together, and watch to see if he can actually grab your hand

               -Gives you the Flynn Rider smoulder more times than you can count but all you do is giggle because it’s your favourite movie. Your giggle is like heaven but MC whY CAN’T YOU SEE HE LIKES YOU

               -HE EVEN SINGS THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG “KISS THE GIRL”(or he changes the lyrics to boy, depending) TO GET THE POINT ACROSS BUT ALL YOU DO IS JUMP IN ON HIS MUSICAL NUMBER. One day MC, one day.

*V:

               -He’s gentle with everyone, but you??

               -Well, he’s gentle but he plays around a LOT more

               -Playfully pushes you, pinches your cheeks, he even does gross shit like lick your cheek okay but i do the same

               -Leans close to you all the time. When the two of you talk, he’s leaning into you, staring into your eyes

               -Y'all even spend the night at each other’s houses watching movies or just talking about life

               -How the hell can you not tell that this giraffe loves you??

               -Always taking beautiful photos of you! Well…almost always

               -His favourite photo album is full of pictures of you being goofy, and packed which terrible candid’s of you, but he lOVES THEM SO MUCH MC LOOK AT HOW AMAZING YOU ARE

               -He plans trips for just the two of you so he can take pictures and you can see the sights! Takes you to romantic dinners! Y'all even go to festivals and carnivals together.

               -He’s always holding your hand because he doesn’t want to lose you in a crowd. Or that’s what you think. In reality he just wants to hold your hand; MC please he’s so cute just kiss him already

*SAERAN:

               -He just plain sucks at sharing emotions

               -But he thought he was pretty obvious?

               -Like there are times that you’re the only one he’ll even acknowledge? That’s pretty self-explanatory there MC

               -He takes you out for ice cream all the time, walks around town, whatever you want. He hates people, he doesn’t willingly go out for that. Unless you want to

               -Always invites you over to just hang out and play some games, watch some movies, or sometimes just to nap

               -Even asks you to teach him how to cook/bake, so he can spend a lot more time with you!

               -Sometimes you give him this dazzling smile that just makes his heart flutter and he can’t even look at you

               -You also like to hug him and he practically passes out every time. It scares you a little bit because you can’t figure out why?? Is he okay??? Are you dead??

               -But he steps out of his comfort zone and hugs you back?? You’re so happy and you absolutely love it! You think that maybe he’s finally becoming more social! You have no idea that he only hugs you because??? It’s you

               -Please just admit you like this man so he can get comfortable MC, he’s too awkward to ask you out himself

Number 1 Fan

Request: Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

Smut warning

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(Y/n) POV:

“Move it into the van boys! Don’t leave a dime!” I laugh as my henchmen load the bags of money. “Ohh this is gonna make me the richest woman on the planet!” I say joyfully spinning around.

“Hey boss! We got company! We got to hurry up!” I turn my attention to the banks to see them being scoped up and down by the GCPD. “I’ve got this boys. Just get the bags in there and don’t leave me like last time. If that’s done then you’ll all be dead! Understand?” “Yes ma'am!” They yell in attention.

I smile and stroll into the bank making my presence know to the cops. “Hello hello hello! How ya doing boys? Good I hope! Harvey! How’s the drinking problem? John! The kids doing good? Mollys rash ever clear up? That thing was nasty! Ah and Jimbo! How’s the air in your big fat head? Still clean I hope!” I giggle walking along the counter tops making fun.

I walk to the indoor flag pole and look up to see the open sky light. “Enough of your chit chat!” “Aww! But I was getting to the good part! Ya see. My self esteem has been kinda low lately. So I was wondering if I could show you guys a magic trick. You know the saying what goes up must always come down? Well how about what is down must go up? Any takers? No? Well fine I guess I’ll test it!” I kick the latch of the pole ties and it flings me up into the air to where I’m flying out of the sky light. “See ya around dumbass’!” I laugh as I exit through the roof.

I hop onto the top of the van and hit it twice. “Go you idiots!” They drive at 90 mph to my place and as soon as we get there they start unloading the bags into the room matching the others.

“Drink m’lady?” My butler asks as I enter the door. I smile at him and take the blue drink. “Thank you David. Any news for today?” I ask as I go to the living room. “Crime rates are as high as ever thanks to you miss. Fan basis is at it’s highest. Little girls are wanting to buy anything related to you!” I smile and look out the big window to Gotham. “Wonderful! Get Samantha for me will you?” “Yes miss.”

In seconds my maid comes running in. “Yes miss?” “Care to run me a bath? Crystals, and lavender soap as always.” I say sipping my drink. “Yes of course m’lady.” She bows to me and scurried off to the bathroom.

“Your bath is drawn m’lady.” I wave my hand away and make my way up to the large scale bathroom. The tub itself can fit 4. I strip myself of my clothes and sink into the relaxing water filled with soap and moisturizers.

My personal line begins to ring bringing my attention away from my thoughts. “Hello?” I ask into the old fashioned telephone. “Darling! It’s so good to hear your voice!” “Mom. Hey how are you?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Oh just find. Yourself?” “Just fine.” My mother scoffs into the phone. “What?” “Just fine? Come on darling! No drama? Men? Nothing?” “Mom. We’ve discussed this. I’m far to busy with business.” “Oh don’t play that game! A beautiful 17 year old woman like you is a the top of the world right now! You can have some fun!” “Business is fun.” “But doing business alone isn’t. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”

I sigh into the phone and sink further into the water. “Fine. Yes it’d be nice to have someone along, but I’ve tried the whole partner thing. It didn’t work! He was to slow! Couldn’t keep up. I need someone exciting! Someone to make me laugh, but still keep success rates at high!”

My mother laughs into the phone. “You sound so much like your father. Do me a favor darling. Put on a sexy dress, go to a club, and meet a man. Plenty will show if they hear the most feared woman in Gotham is coming. They’ll be trying to impress you left and right! Promise me you’ll give it a shot?” I sigh and smile. “Yes mother.” “Good baby! Call me tomorrow love! Goodnight!” “Goodnight mom.”

I hang up the phone and ring the bell for Samantha to enter. “Yes m’lady?” “Lay out a dress along with pumps, call a driver, and make sure the owner of Flaims knows I’m coming to have a fun night.” “Fantastic choice! I’ll be right on it!”

I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself drying my body. I walk into my room to see my favorite dress set out. “Oh Samantha how you read me well.” I drop the towel and get into my makeup and hair. A nice clean sexy eye with a simple puff to my lush (h/c) hair ties it all together.

I walk down to the door and David opens it for me. “Shall I stay awake to let you in?” “You know what? No. Have the rest of the night off! You too Samantha! I’ll see you both here tomorrow morning!” “Of course! Shall I make breakfast for two?” David says with a smirk. “We shall see.” I say skipping out and into the car.

I arrive at the club to see the best types of people there. The crazy ones. I step out of the car and immediately get howled at. “Hey baby! Wanna test me out? I can make a good girl into a bad bitch!” I roll my eyes and continue my way inside.

I see many cute men scattered about but non that immediately catch my eye. I’m not going to work for them. They’re going to come to me. That’s what mom always taught me.


I order my favorite drink and scroll through my phone enjoying the night out. “Well well well. Lookie here! Never thought I’d see you in the flesh.” I removed my eyes from my screen to see a well known criminal. “Do my eyes deceive me or is it Jerome Valeska?”

The red head leans up against the booth with a stretched out smile. “So you’ve heard of me?” “Well a new rising villain appears and we all want to know more. Have to keep tabs on you. Been out of the limelight for a while now.” “Well ya know. Been dead for about a year. No big deal.” I laugh and scoot for him to join me.

He can make me laugh

We talk for hours, laugh for hours, he had me smiling for hours.

“I’ve got to say. I’m a big fan. My favorite crime scene is when you hung your victim from the center of the hotel. Burnt fingerprints and face! DNA unrecognizable! Never figured out who the victim was.” I place my hand over my head. “Aww Jerome! That’s so sweet! No one’s ever kept up with a case like that before! Well except for those cops. Care to know who it was?” He leans in dazzled. “A bartender who got my drink wrong.” I shrug. “Fantastic! It’s all just fun and games anyway! If they don’t play by the rules they shouldn’t have been in the game to begin with!” “Exactly!”

I laugh and look at the time. “Past your bedtime princess?” I smirk at him and lean into him feeling the full effects of the alcohol take over. “No. Usually it’s time for someone to help me wake up. If you understand what I mean.” I smirk and toy with his fingers.

“Ohh any choices yet? Will I have to fight my way through them to get my shot?” I move my fingers to his shirt and pop one of the buttons open. “I think you have a pretty good shot already.” I smirk and stand up walking and swishing my hips for his pleasure. “Then what are we waiting for hm?” He growls in my ear biting it lightly.

Jerome opens my door for me and lets me in. My driver says no words but does raise the black window for some privacy.

I bring my lips to his in a rush for lust and passion. “Oh you’re bad.” He breathes and run his hand down my body to between my legs. “Make me worse.” I moan into his lips.

Jerome pushes my panties to the side and pushes one finger inside my pussy swerling my insides to make my body rock. “Someone’s wet babydoll. Care to tell me who that’s for?” Jerome asks adding another finger and pushing them in and out. “You’ve got to earn me screaming your name. Do that and you can do whatever you want.” I moan as he pumps his fingers faster.

I toss my head back moaning out. Jerome then attaches his lips to my neck sucking a visible mark. “Marking what’s mine.” I laugh and straddle him. “You’ve got to take it first.” I say out of breath.

The car stops and the driver lowers the black window. “We have arrived m’lady.” Jerome smiles and opens the door for me grabbing my ass as I get out. “Hm about time.” He says gripping my body in lust.

We quickly open the door and waste no time rushing to the bedroom. Jerome closes the door with me against it and strips me of my dress. “Oh a true beauty below the soft cloth you are!” He moans. I strip him of his shirt and pants and he attacks my lips the moment we’re both rid of clothing.

He lifts me against the door and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slit coating himself with my juices.

He pushes in making my head hit the door in pleasure. “You’re so tight doll.” Jerome thrusts up into me causing me so much pleasure. He moved us to the bed and flips me over to my stomach.

He pushes himself back into my tight cunt and pounds me harder. “What’s my name doll? Scream it! Who’s filling your tight pussy?” Jerome grips my hair in a ponytail and pulls it back making my mouth open and loud moans to come out. “Jerome! Oh my god!” I scream and cum without warning. “That’s it baby!” He says and fills me up. He pulls out of me and rubs his hands up my back to my shoulders.

Jerome sets me on the bed and covers me up along with himself beside me. He brings me to his chest and kisses my head. “I have a proposal.” I say looking at him. “Hm I know I’m great but we just met doll face.” “Oh hush you big dumby! What I mean is be my partner in crime!” “King and Queen of Gotham.” He smirks at the thought rolling through his mind. “Seal the deal with a kiss.” I say with bright eyes. “Gladly baby.” He kisses me and kisses down my neck to make another mark. “Mine. My queen.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Apartment - Part 1 (Jungkook Smut)

Word Count: 2,219

Summary: You moved into a new apartment. You have a perfect view of a neighbor across the building. You’re intrigued by him and watch his every move.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook


“Hey! I’m just making my way in now. I had dinner with Rutuni so I’m good for tonight’ You laughed as you spoke to your friend over the phone. You managed to juggle a large box under your arm, a phone that was being held by the side of our head and shoulder and using your other hand to press the code of the door to let you inside your new apartment. The door buzzed and played a short electronic melody as you walked in.

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Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 6)

Originally posted by torn-and-frayed

Summary: You hear news of the fire and decide to take action. Dean, injured and trapped, fights for his life. 

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: angst, so much angst, language, house fire, being trapped, difficulty breathing, panic, fear, injuries…

Check out the Series Masterlist for previous parts and the schedule!

A/N: Okay, take a deep breath and please try not to kill me when you’ve finished reading…

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Sweep you off your feet

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1061
Summary:  It’s all competition and games with your friend Jungkook, even though you’re hoping for something a little bit more.
A/N: Requested by my dearest Mong J


“I can’t believe you called me out to the arcade after weeks of being on tour.” You sniffed at your friend, Jungkook, as you approached where he was waiting by the entrance.    

“I thought you liked the arcade.” He easily pushed the door open with one hand, going through it first but holding it open until you were inside.    

“I do.” you said. “It’s just that…”    

It’s just that, in the years that the two of you had been friends, you eventually came to feel something more for him. And since you hid your feelings so well, it gave you hope that maybe under that platonic exterior, he felt the same way. So every time he went away for a long time, you’d cook up some romantic fantasy in your head wherein he’d sweep you off your feet… something like, surprise you with a limo, a dozen long-stemmed roses, and take you to a restaurant that he had reserved for the night. When you turned to him questioningly, he’d confess his love for you. He’d then take you in his arms and kiss you until you were breathless.

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Drunken Confession

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“You wake me up at four in the four in the bloody morning to cuddle?” and “I think I’m in love with you and it scares the crap out of me.” 

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It’s not the burning in her stomach or pounding headache that finally wakes Y/N, but rather the vast, empty wasteland of mattress that stretches beside her. Y/N reaches across the bed, fingers blindly grabbing for something - someone but all she catches are the soft blue covers that dress the duvet she lies under. Her eyebrows knit in confusion as she searches for her favourite night time companion, a small chewed up teddy bear which once flourished with golden fur but now was a mangled mess after the years of being dragged through gravel and performing many, many fatal falls from climbing frames.

“Fuzzy Wussy?” Y/N whispers into the darkness, grimacing as her tongue quivers at the evil and bitter taste of residue alcohol painting her teeth.

The lovely effects of tequila were beginning to wear away and Y/N could start to feel a pounding surface at her temples. She was thirsty, Y/N knew that. She also knew her mouth felt dirty and her stomach was burning evilly and the bobble tying her hair was so tight that her forehead ached at the stress of her stretched scalp. She knew that her brain had been replaced by cotton balls which was why she felt so light headed and that needles were pricking her eyes, causing her to tear at the sharp sting.

Y/N also came to realise that she wasn’t in her room, and in fact the blue covers she found refuge in belonged to her best friend Harry.

A tired yawn escapes her lips as Y/N slowly pushes herself up off the bed till she’s sitting up right. All she can remember at this moment is that it was a Saturday night (or rather a Sunday morning which quick glance at Harry’s bedside clock confirms) and that after stupidly getting wasted, Harry took it upon himself once again to offer her aid in her drunken slur.

She calls out Harry’s name, or perhaps it sleepily falls from her lips as though he’s her only thought she can process during these deranged early hours - Y/N can’t remember how she says his name because at this moment she’s still on a slightly drunken high. Harry doesn’t respond, much to Y/N’s upset and so she decides to take it upon herself to find her best friend and invite him to cuddle because she was cold and could really do with a substitute for good ol’ Fuzzy Wuzzy.

Mustering all the will power she can conjure, Y/N sticks her naked legs out from underneath the bed sheets and places her bare feet on the cold wooden floor. An air of coldness surrounds her and Y/N wraps her arms around her waist and tries to draw in as much heat to her body as possibly before gathering her thoughts and bringing one foot in front of the other. She hauls her self out the room and stumbles down the stairs, trying not to leave scratch marks on the wooden banister as her manicured fingers grip it tightly.

“Harry?” She whispers again once she’s reached the bottom. “Harry, where are you?”

Eventually Y/N reaches the living room and an ever so fond, hazy smile tugs at her cracked lips as she toddles over to Harry’s lanky body which stretches along the sofa. His limbs (which are perfectly sculpted - may Y/N add) are woven in between a thick blanket and he lies on his back, feet dangling from the furthest arm of the chair because his body just consumes the sofas length.

“Harry?” Y/N tries again, snaking her cold hands out to tug on his arm and try and shake him awake.

“Wake up, you bean.”

Almost magically, Harry gives a throaty grunt in response to the pet name and his eyelids flutter, exposing the blood shot veins that branch across the whites of his eyes.

“Harry move along, I’m cold and I need a cuddle.” At that, Y/N decides to peel back Harry’s blanket and climb in beside him. Consciously ignoring the fact that Harry’s wearing nothing other than a pair of thin Calvins, Y/N slots her limbs into the jigsaw of Harry’s and rests her head on his chest as she lets her fingers wander and draw soothing circles on his skin. It’s a tight squeeze on the couch and Harry’s still a little out of it, alcohol yet to leave his system, but he pulls Y/N closer anyway and let’s her bury her freezing nose into the crook of his neck.

“What time is it?” Harry inquires sleepily, his eyes drifting closed once again.

“Four AM.”

“Four!?” Harry suddenly cries, jolting awake and consequently shocking Y/N out of her slumber. 

You wake me up at four in the bloody morning to cuddle?” He asks, disbelief evident in his tone because Y/N loved her sleep and wouldn’t just leave a warm, toasty bed for just anyone.

“Yeah, so what?” She says sleepily, eyes already knitted shut. Harry shakes his head, a little annoyed but mostly adoringly and he he tightens his hold on Y/N.

“You’re lucky I love you so much.” Harry murmurs lowly, annoyed to have been woken up but glad that Y/N can find solace in his presence.

“I love you too. Harry.” 

“Love you more, best friend.” 

“No I didn’t mea- Harry, I… can I tell you a teeny weeny secret?” Y/N huffs as she slows her tongue so that she wont trip over any more words, the warm mist drifting over Harry’s shoulder as she twists her neck to look him.

“Of course, you can petal.” Harry replies calmly but really his heart skips a beat and he’ thankful that Y/N isn’t sober enough to pick up his increasing heart rate in anticipation of the secret.

“I think…” Y/N hesitates. “Harry, I think - I think I’m in love with you and it scares the fucking crap out of me.”

At that, Harry’s already rigid body tenses even more and he inhales shakily as the news travels in waves through his ears, around his head and runs along his veins right down to the tips of his curled toes.

Harry was not expecting that.

But before he can question her, cute little snores are dancing from her throats and in that second, Harry knows Y/N will not remember what she just said tomorrow morning.

It should pain him, it really should hurt him that Y/N would not remember confessing her love for him but at that moment Harry couldn’t care less.

For him, the lovely effects of tequila were only coming into play now and with a drowsy Y/N in his arms and the secret promise of love on Y/N’s lips, Harry knew he would sleep soundly till morning.

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PS. I hope you liked it! Thanks @onlyceci for the prompt lines and I’m also sorry because I changed one of the lines up a bit to fit the imagine more - I hope you understand! Anyways, feel free to request stuff guys and see ya’s soon X

Heartbeat

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Request: Harry hook imagine where he dated the daughter of the queen of hearts but cheated on her with Uma so now she’s really cold and mean to others. They get taken to Auradon together and he tries to win her back. (Thank you so much for your request anon! I decided to spin the prompt around though, I hope that’s okay!)
Rating: T
Warnings: Implied underage drinking, angst, sadness, the whole shebang
A/N: Once again, thanks to Ella or else I never would’ve thought of this little twist and thanks to the anon who requested! Tagging @pizzaplanethq @lycanlupinremus


Growing up, you didn’t have a lot of friends. Surprisingly, most people didn’t want their head to be chopped off!

Your mother was the Queen of Hearts. Was. Most days she wandered around your shabby home, cutting off the heads of your dolls and reliving all her memories of her frightening reign. She would glance off into the distance and then smile at you innocently after telling you another one of her “adventures.” But you knew that innocence was fake. She did horrible things.

“Someday you’ll be just like me.”

That was your biggest fear. Nothing scared you more than turning into an evil, tyrannical monster like her. She drove your father away and betrayed her closest friends. But looking in the mirror, you didn’t see yourself. You saw her. You vowed that for as long as you lived, you would do everything to reverse the actions of your mother.

But being good had no place in the Isle of The Lost.

Ridicule and bullying pushed you farther and farther away from your vow until you eventually forgot. You became exactly what you feared. Cold and ruthless. Just like your mother.

It wasn’t all that bad though.

Through your wickedness you found solace with new friends. Carlos, Mal, Evie, and Jay. They became the light of your life. And you became theirs. You had never been so happy until you joined them and you never looked back. But then he caught your heart.

Harry Hook was the biggest flirt you had ever known. That was both a blessing and a curse.

He would bug you day and night, wherever you were. Curl Up and Dye? He was there and ready with his infuriatingly clever pick-up lines. Ursula’s Fish And Chips? You better believe he would be there and equipped with charming one-liners. You found it both endearing and annoying.

Today was one of those days. You were headed to Ursula’s Fish and Chips to go grab some grub for the rest of your friends, after losing a game you guys were playing. You didn’t mind though. It gave you a chance to relax and observe the beautiful chaos of the Isle.

Of course, that peace and quiet was quicky disturbed.

Harry Hook, appearing from nowhere, swung in front of you then gracefully landed, grinning as wide as the Cheshire Cat. “Hiya, princess!”

Rolling your eyes, you kept on walking, completely ignoring him. This seemed to completely throw off the cheeky pirate, and he ran to keep up with you. Grumbling when he still couldn’t get your attention, he waved a hand in your face, as if he thought you were actually mad. “Hello? Are you there, your highness?”

You quickly slapped his hand away, scowling at him. “I told you not to call me that!”

Harry’s grin instantly became even wider, and he chuckled at your angered expression. He ruffled your hair and then crossed his arms, which angered you even more, “I can do whatever I want, Princess Y/N.”

Sighing, you just kept going on your way as the pirate beside you chattered on about one of his latest conquests. He tended to keep a few girls (sometimes guys) around to play with for a little bit then eventually throw away, like a broken toy. This was one of the reasons why you didn’t agree with him sometimes. It just wasn’t right. He didn’t want to hear it though.

“Why do you care anyways?” Harry would ask, tossing a rotten apple around his hands. That question always bothered you. Why DID you do it?

Finally, you made it to Ursula’s Fish and Chips and Harry seemed to calm down a bit. Turning to face him, you flashed him one of your fake smiles, “This was a lovely conversation, but I’m afraid I’ll have to go and forget this whole stupid encounter didn’t happen-”

Before you could leave and run away, Harry’s hook caught your wrist, preventing you from escaping. “Hey, hey, what’s got you so uptight, your majesty?”

“Maybe I just don’t want to hear about your recent hookup,” you growled and took your hand away from him. “Or maybe I just wanna get some snacks and go back to my friends.”

You smirked then quickly ran far away from him while you had a chance, ignoring his calls and pleads to come back.


Love was a strange thing.

Your mother always said to never love anyone but yourself. “The moment you are vulnerable to someone, they’ll rip your heart out and leave you.”

Frankly, you thought her lessons were bullshit.


You paced around your room nervously, trying to absorb what you did a few minutes earlier. This was bad, this was bad, this was bad.

You kissed Harry. And he kissed you back.

Gripping your hair, you silently cursed at yourself. You shouldn’t have done that. You dramatically jumped on your bed and tried to remember the exact details of what happened.


Evie threw a party to celebrate her 16th birthday. “A royal bash to fit a royal princess!” You didn’t have the heart to tell her that royalty was invalid in the Isle of The Lost since she was so happy. You couldn’t take that away from her.

So far, the party was a roaring success. Someone started a game of Pin The Broom on The Witch and Seven Minutes in Hell was playing in a corner. But then someone brought in some of Hades’ special juice and it was all a blur after.

You remembered one thing though.

One minute you were bickering with Harry then the next, your hands were locked around his neck, afraid to let him go. You stared right into his ocean blue eyes, trying to search for any hesitation. There was none.

He cupped your face gently, as if he was afraid he would drop you and you would break. His eyes bore into your own, slowly getting closer and closer to you.

You sealed the kiss and it felt like heaven itself touched your lips.

He was scared. But so were you.


Trailing a finger through your lips, you could still feel the remnants of his kiss. Your heart shivered and shook with joy when you realized it.

You’re in love with him.

You smiled happily, then put a finger to your pulse. It was beating so fast, but you didn’t care. So this was what love was like. This was why love could start and end wars. Love was strong and powerful. This was the fairytales you were always told.

Fairytales…

You remembered suddenly what your current situation was. There are no happily-ever-afters in the Isle of The Lost. None.

Remembering your mother’s words, you sobbed and hastily wiped your lips. “The moment you are vulnerable to someone, they’ll rip your heart out and leave you.”

Harry could never truly be in a relationship. He was important in Uma’s mission and he had big dreams. Dreams that don’t include you. You couldn’t take that away from him just for love. The sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about his love of the sea and being captain… you could never.

He deserved better.

You had to end this.


The kiss was quick, but it was enough. The damage was done.

Gil stood there, confused as ever. He touched his lips and frowned at you, still not fully understanding the situation. As always. “Wha-What? I thought you liked Harry.”

“I-I do.” You thought. But instead, you shook your head. “I don’t.”

“Really?” Unbeknownst to you, Harry was there the whole time. And he looked both angry and upset at the same time, but looking into his eyes, you saw something else. Heartbreak.

You did what you did best. You ran away. But Harry stopped you. Like he always did.

“Why?” The question was so simple but you couldn’t find an answer. “Why are you so afraid of following your heart?”

Harry looked into your eyes, and in an instant you regretted everything you did. The pure look of heartbreak was enough to make you sob and you wanted to apologize for everything you did. But you couldn’t find the words. “I-I’m scared, Harry. I’m… I can’t do this.”

“No,” he held your hand tightly, refusing to let you go. “Y/N… you’re not like your mother. Don’t keep trying to become like her just because you have to keep up this image. I fell in love with the real Y/N… not the stone cold princess who plays with feelings.”

You looked him in the eyes again. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he was right. You hastily wiped at your eyes and took your hand away from him. “I have to go.”

“Y/N-”

“I said I have to go!” You cried, then ran as fast as you could, never looking back. You feared that if you did, you would come back and everything would collapse. It was too late now.

Some hearts just aren’t meant to be.

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Any chance of more a hundred lesser faces soon?

A Hundred Lesser Faces: Ten 

  • Section One {A Hundred Lesser Faces} what if Voyager!Claire had gone first to Lallybroch instead of directly to the print shop in Edinburgh? :  [(One) (Two) (Three) (Four) (Five) (Six) (Seven)
  • Section Two {A Hundred More}, the aftermath of Claire and Jamie’s reunion, following their journey as they work to build a new life together [(Eight) (Nine)]

“Mind yourself, laddie,” chided the cook from behind as she passed by the doorway. “Pay heed to that blade, or ye’ll be cuttin’ your throat along wi’ the beard!”

He answered with something lighthearted and offhand, for she was a kind woman and he greatly appreciative of her generosity. Whereas the innkeeper had shuffled sleepily off to bed as soon as he’d paid for their lodging, she—a lady of advanced years who bade him address him as Flora— had ushered him to her own chamber off the kitchens and settled him before the glass with soap, water, and razor, ‘at no charge, laddie, dinna fash yerself.’

Jamie saw to his surprise that the face in the reflection was nearly smooth. He’d been shaving mindlessly, it seemed, only the skill of long habit guiding his hand while his mind wandered—raced.

God in Heaven, did I not survive all those years of loneliness only by dreaming of being in Claire’s bed? And yet here he was, about to walk up the stairs and enter that very place, that sacred, hallowed place, and damn him, his hands were trembling.

Thank God they’d managed to exchange those few words after their hasty meal. She knew for certain now that he wanted her. That worry had weighed on them both, he thought; a natural insecurity given their age and long absence. But even as he’d left her standing there at the table, he’d known she was still hesitant, that something about the impending intimacy between them still troubled her. Damn his eyes, he ought not to have left her side until he’d discovered what it was, that nothing might be between them. As it was….all he could do was wonder. 

Did she take other men in our time apart? 

…Apart from Frank, he supposed he meant. She had gone to be the bastard’s wife again, after all, and certainly there would have come a day when they resumed—when they likely would have— Well, and they had loved one another before Claire had fallen into his own life, had they not?

But after the Englishman died? Did she seek out comfort in other lovers? Were they on her mind, tonight?

Though it made his blood heat and boil to consider it, he could hardly cast the first stone with regards to that possibility. He thought of Geneva, of Mary, and despite the accustomed pangs of shame, he couldn’t truly regret those nights, after all. Mary, in particular, had given him the gift of touch, something for which he’d starved himself for seven long years. Her tenderness, her softness with him had kept him feeling human for a long time after. If Claire had felt such emptiness in her time, if someone had offered her the same gift, that ounce of sanity, his most reasonable self (not to say the loudest of the voices in his mind) could hardly begrudge her for having taken it. 

If that’s indeed the case, though….what will she be thinking on, this night? About….how those other men were good to her? Or because they were cruel? Jesus, what if—

“I must say,” came Flora’s voice again as he finished and set the razor down, “we dinna often get folk hereabouts that care so verra much about how they look.” Glancing up at her in the mirror, he saw that she was examining him appreciatively—not lewdly, but as though taking genuine pleasure in the sight. 

He gave a gracious bow, grateful for the interruption from his uneasy thoughts. “Then I’m all the more grateful, Mistress Flora, that ye were able to accommodate the needs of a poor, vain wretch so down on his luck.”

She hummed graciously and dipped her head, wiping her hands on her apron. “Bound somewhere important in the mornin’, are ye?”

“Nay, it’s only that I’m here wi’—” He cleared his throat. “Wi’ my wife, this night.”

“The brown-haired lass? Well, an’ I should ha’ HOPED she was your wife, a ruiadh!” she snorted. “We’re no’ runnin’ a house of ill-repute!”

Jamie wondered what she would say were he to divulge that he was, technically, willfully engaging in bigamy. Technically only, thank God. “Aye, she’s my wife,” he said firmly, to reassure both Flora and himself. “We’re reunited, this day, after a long separation.”

Separation?” she repeated dubiously. 

“We…” He needn’t say anything at all, of course, for it was no one’s business but their own; but even despite his worries, he couldn’t help but grin (and feel the prickling of tears in his eyes) to share their news, even with a stranger. “We each thought the other dead for many years, and found each other again only hours ago.” 

“Oh, how GRAND!” Flora beamed, clapping her hands together, then coming over to clasp his own warmly. “And what a blessing! God was smilin’ upon ye, and no mistakin’ it.” 

With a startling flood of both affection and grief, he realized that it was Glenna Fitzgibbons she minded him of. Corpulent of body and cheery of feature, she moved with that same indomitable energy, certain of her domain and any that chose to enter it, and yet warm and lavish in showing love and care to those in her charge. 

She took a step back to look him over again, then gave a derisive pfft. “Well, in THAT case, a shave isna goin’ to be enough. I’ll draw ye some hot water so ye can wash up a bit wi’ a cloth. I’ll fetch some of my best chamomile soap for ye, too.”

“That’s most kind, Mistress Flora, I thank ye,” he said in genuine gratitude. With sudden inspiration, he asked, “Will ye offer the same to my wife? Not—” He flushed. “Take care that she doesna think I’m insinuating that she—ah—”

“She already requested a basin and got it, dinna fash, though I didna ken the grandeur of the occasion.” Flora was already bustling about, and he could hear the sounds of water being ladled into a ewer from the hearth. “We’ll reserve the insinuatin’ for comment on your own person. Beggin’ your pardon, a ruiadh, but ye stink to highest heaven and back.”

“Canna just say that you’re wrong,” he laughed.

A long-lost wife…restored….” Flora murmured contemplatively as she returned and walked about, gathering the bathing supplies. “All the more reason to scrub the road off ye, then, for as bonnie as ye are, I dinna think I’m wrong in observin’ that she’s a good sight fairer, even on yer best day.”

“Aye, she is certainly that,” he said, laughing at the spirit of Mrs. Fitz present here, that could make him feel warm and happy even while being fussed and picked over like an unruly bairn that’s fallen in the manure pile. 

Ten minutes later, he was wrapped in linen towels, shivering from the icy drafts of night air on his wet skin, but clean for the first time in weeks. Flora had left him be as he bathed, but as he was casting about for clothing, she reappeared, tsked, bade him ‘Be still, wee gomeral. You’re far from done,’ and plunked him down onto a stool with surprising force. A moment later, a warm, woolen rug settled around his shoulders and she took up a spot behind him, beginning to work through the snarls in his hair with a comb.

After a time of sitting tense and ramrod-straight, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the calm of it, to the soothing sensation of the tiny tugs at his scalp. His mother had brushed his hair just so, when he was a wee one prone to snarls from rough days at play. Years later, his Claire had done the same, her touch light and soft. She had always brought his face around, when she had finished, to kiss him, sometimes melting down into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck…

God…

Claire. 

That very woman, his beloved wife….She was upstairs, waiting for him. He could still scarcely comprehend the joy of that simple truth. She was whole. She was here

She’s expecting me…

Expecting a man that can please her. 

And therein was the greater part of the worry that had caused his hands to shake. Jamie wanted so badly to give her pleasure as he used to, and yet he hadn’t satisfied a woman—not in that way, not to his knowledge—in over twenty years. With Mary, and then with Willie’s mother, it hadn’t felt the time or place for that kind of passion. With Laoghaire—God, how he’d tried, but with no success. Try as he might to justify himself by insisting that she had been cold long before they wed, and there naught HE could have done about it, the icy fingers of doubt gripped at him, now. 

I wasna able to please one wife. What if it wasna Laoghaire that was the problem at all? What if I canna—

There, laddie,” Flora interrupted with fond finality, smoothing the back of his head tenderly before moving to the table. “That’s much better, aye? And here’s the fresh shirt. Tis many years old, but clean and sturdy, and should fit ye well enough.”

“You’re verra kind, a nighean,” he said, touched by her care and not a little hoarse from it. He examined the shirt. “‘Tis extremely well-made,” he commented appreciatively, seeing the fine, strong stitches, the linen showing hardly any signs of wear.

“Made it for my youngest….Tàmhas,” she said, with a catch in her voice. “…Drumossie, ken?” He gripped her hand. He knew. 

A long time after she’d excused herself, Jamie stood before the mirror, staring at the man therein; and, unbidden, the vice around his heart eased, a calming peace flooding inward in its wake. 

Even if he made a grand mess of this, even if he couldn’t please her the way he used, or made himself to look a fool, this was still a day of miracles. Here he stood, in the garment of a man who had died on Culloden field—died as and where he himself should have died—and yet, he had his sight, his freedom, the use of his hands and legs, a home, and a living…and Claire had been restored to him, beyond all reason and all hope. 

He brought his hand up and kissed the scar at the base of his thumb, pressing it to his heart, as he had done for twenty years. It was theirs, now, this world, to do with as they wished, and though he didn’t know what those wishes might be, he knew there was no fear greater than the hope he had in his wife. In them

As she’d said herself only hours ago, ‘we’ll manage with the rest. All the rest.’


Come in,” came her startled answer.

The candlelight danced beautifully around the walls, bathing all in a warm, red glow. Claire was already underneath the blankets, but they fell away as he entered, showing that she’d a sheet wrapped around her, tucked under her oxters like a garment. “Sorry,” she mumbled as he stared at her bare, elegant shoulders framed by the dark curtain of her curls. Her cheeks reddened and she dropped her eyes. “I—didn’t have a shift or anything.”

“No, dinna be sorry,” he said hastily. Lord, there ought to be no sense of forwardness between them now. They were married, after all, and in fact, the very notion that she’d undressed for him made his heart lighten even more than it had downstairs. If he had had any doubts, still, that she truly wished him to—

“You shaved,” she said.  She was smiling, weakly, nervously, but with real happiness across the dim room. “Let me see?” 

He set his things on the table by the door and came to her, kneeling beside her on the mattress.  She came up on her knees before him and took his face between her hands, gasping a bit as she ran them up and down. “God…you’re just the same, too.”

“A bit worn ‘round the edges,” he murmured, following her touch with his cheek, savoring her.

“But beautiful,” she whispered. She traced the lines around his eyes, the crooked knot—yes, that would be new to her—that now shaped his nose.

They knelt there, knee to knee for a long time, clothed in their linen wrappings, just drinking in the sight of one another. 

She swayed precariously of a sudden and he reached out a hand to catch her round the middle but she fell backward onto her hand. Her eyes went wide with shock as she realized what she had done, and she covered her face with both hands, shaking. “Oh, Jesus…” 

It was almost like being back on the hill, that shock and hurt. “Mo ghraidh….?”

No, she hadn’t just fallen. She had recoiled from him.

“Mo ghraidh?” he implored, reaching out a hand but not daring to touch her. “Claire?” 

She was crying. He thought she wouldn’t reply, and she didn’t, but she did reach out blindly and grab onto his hand, hard. He clung to it, nudged closer and pressed it to his lips, then his heart.

“I’m sorry—” she was whispering, hanging her head. “I’m so—so sorry—”

“You’ve naught to be sorry over,” he said intently, keeping her hand pressed tight to his chest. “What is it, lass? Is it— same as was troubling ye below? Over…going to bed wi’ me?”

“I want this—” she gasped out, “I want it—Want to touch you—want you to touch me— but I’m so—just so—”

“…what, Claire?”

“—afraid,” she gasped out at last, her voice a strained whisper between quick, shallow breaths. “I’m so afraid.” 

He forced himself to speak softly. “….Of me?”

“NO!” she breathed at once, shaking her head, hard. “Jesus Christ, no….Just—Damn, I don’t—It’s just—FRANK, and—”

Fr—?” Jamie felt rage boil up within him, revising his conclusions from those earlier speculations and feeling them burning through his mind. “Did he hurt you, Claire? If the bastard forced—”

NO,” she moaned, vehemently, “NO, Frank would never do that. No. Not his fault. It’s me. My fault.”

His chest eased, but the thought of what else the bastard Englishman might have done to her for all those years—MUST have done to her to make her feel these things, to be ‘afraid’ in a man’s bed—was enough to make him wish to slash his way through the goddamn stones and kill him… were he not already dead.

“Claire, hear me,” Jamie said with decision, squeezing her hand in both his own. “We dinna have to do this, tonight. We shall—” 

“I’ve wanted you every day these last twenty years—” she interrupted, her eyes squeezed tight shut as she laid one hand on his chest. “And I want you now, Jamie, I do. God,” she moaned, “more than I can—” She took a deep, shuddering breath and trailed off. 

Mo chridhe… you can say anything to me. Anything. Ye ken that, aye?” 

“It’s just been so long,” she whispered, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Frank was the only man who touched me since you and I parted, and I—I can barely wrap my mind around what it’s supposed to be, anymore.” 

Christ, it shouldn’t matter to him—and he cursed himself roundly for a shameful, wretched hypocrite—but he silently rejoiced and shuddered in relief. Only Frank. 

“I don’t know the way, anymore, Jamie,” she was saying; so mournful and heartbroken, that voice. “Something—It took something from me, to be…to be without…to not…Damn…Fucking, fucking damn….

He remained kneeling beside her as her breaths stayed shrill and strained, waiting, trying to think. Frank hadn’t forced himself on her, and yet their intimacy had left her with fears and doubts, had her struggling to look him in the eye. 

Could it simply be that they never found the secret of one another after she returned? Just as Laoghaire and I did not? 

“It’s…maybe no’ precisely what ye mean, Claire…” he began slowly, very quietly, “…but I can say in truth that I havena felt— joy in a woman’s bed since ye went away…. Is it anything like that?”

She stilled and looked up at him, then nodded, whisky eyes glassy. “Yes.” 

A pulse of relief and love filled him and he grasped at it, reaching out and cupping her cheek, holding onto her lest she slip away again. “To be hungry and desperate?” he went on, holding her eye with such sadness in both their hearts, “and to get something of it, to crave it again and again because ye think that this time it will be better, but to always leave the bed all the emptier in your heart? And feel that emptiness hardening ye into someone ye scarce recognize?”

“Twenty years—of—” 

It was a long time before she could manage to finish. When she did so, it was so faint he couldn’t understand her.

Heat,” she repeated in a whisper as desolate as the winter wind outside, “without light.

…Heat without light….

Aye, that was just the way of it. Need and hunger and the fire rousing to slake it, but no accompanying brightness, no beam of light in which to bask and be soothed in one’s heart. No relief or comfort: just rippling scalding, choking air that suffocated, rather than sustained. 

“And it used to come so easily, with you, the heat and the light together,” she whispered, trying not to fall apart, “I need it again so badly, and yet I’m afraid… of what I’ll do if I can’t give you that same—” 

Sorcha.” 

The word fairly burst from him, breaking his face into a smile of pure joy without his bidding.

“W-what?” she croaked.

Sorcha,” he said again, brushing the hair from her eyes. “’Tis your name in Gaelic, mo chridhe. Did I never call ye that, before?”

“Not that I can recall.”

He’d thought of her by that name for so long a time: her very self in his own language. His forehead pressed against hers, he looked deep and long and lovingly. “It means ‘light.’”

She inhaled sharply and gasped out something like a laugh. “You’re making that up.”

“Even in English, the root of your name has to do wi’ light, or brightness, or clarity….Et en Français, aussi.” 

“Au clair de la lune….” she recited. By the light of the moon. 

“Aye, just so.” He had her face in both his hands now, and he thumbed away her tears, kissing the tracks left behind. “You are my light, Sassenach. Ye always have been, in name or no.’”

 Her lips trembled as she smiled. “And you’re mine.”

“Then we’ve everything we’ll ever need.” He kissed her. “We can love, and never fear.” 

Claire fell slowly into him, then, wrapping her arms around his neck, weeping, not in despair, but in the sweet surrender of trusting, of loving. 

“When we wed,” he whispered into her ear, kissing the dear, warm spot just behind, “we barely kent one another. Ye didna want me for your husband, that was clear enough, and I had resigned myself to what ye could and couldna give me…. And yet that light was upon us even that first day, aye? Even wi’out your willing it, ye felt it, that—that— rightness between us?”

“Yes.” She was nodding, hard, her hands gripped tightly in the back of his shirt, her lips softly caressing his neck. “I felt it.”

He held her tight, rocking them gently. “We didna earn or deserve it, that day. We hadna prepared for it or practiced it as to be ready or worthy. It was a GIFT, that joy and ease between us. I believe it shall be granted us again, just as freely.” 

And in saying it, he, too, believed, the last of his own fears and insecurities loosening their grip and floating away.

He kissed her neck, her hair, then tucked her to his chest and laid them down, holding close around her back as they lay facing one another. “Tell me what’s in your heart, Claire.”

“Thought I had been,” she sniffed, wiping her eyes, though he could hear the hint of a smile. 

“Nay, but if we were to stay just like this until morn, only sleeping in one another’s arms, and leaving the rest for another—”

She made a frustrated sound. “I’m not saying I don’t WANT—”

“I know,” he cut her off gently, half-laughing, “I ken, Sassenach, but there’s nay hurry, aye? There’s the two of us now, and I’ll not let ye go.” 

She touched his face and exhaled, trying to smile. 

“Aside from any fears, what is in your heart right at this moment?” 

“….Happiness….” she said at last. “…such unfathomable happiness.”

“Aye…” 

“I…I can hardly believe you’re here. That I’m here.” Her voice cracked. “I’m still reeling from relief and joy from the hill….and I’m…overjoyed….” She ran the back of her knuckles down his cheek, staring intently into his face. “…that you finally know about our daughter…that you’ve gotten to see her face and learn that she’s safe….. that I’ll have the rest of my life to tell you about her.” 

He kissed her hand, pressing it tight against his lips. She kept on, the sorrow and abating from her voice with every word, replaced with warmth and joy. “I’m grateful that I know about Laoghaire…and the girls….and William…. I want to know more, in time, but there are no secrets between us, now, and that’s—You are who you appear to be….as I remembered you to be…..And Jamie, I’m so happy you’re alive,” she choked out as she pressed her forehead to his, her voice trembling, “and I can’t believe we finally get to keep one another this time…. To have you and hold you… I couldn’t ask for anything more….Nothing.

“I have two hands,” Jamie said hoarsely as he held her, “and they’re yours…. I have a body, and it is yours….. Anything that I am, I give to ye freely again today, Claire Fraser.”  

At hearing her name, that name, she let out a tiny, broken sound and pulled him down to her mouth. Almost at once, the kiss changed, became harder, urgent. His mouth and his hands and his body responded to hers without conscious thought, seeking her with every movement, every breath. 

His arousal was strong, violent, but he forced himself to pull back enough to look into her eye…..and at last, there was no fear written there.  

With a ferocity that startled and ignited him, he captured her mouth and slid his hand beneath her head as she rolled onto her back. With the other, he untucked the sheet from beneath her arms and bared her, sliding his hand down her length. She moaned into his mouth as he cupped her boldly, felt the warm, wet fullness of her there between her thighs, and that sound was honey to his soul.

She moved with him, the two of them joined by the trailing of his fingers through the slick center of her; her gasps when he moved up toward that small, precious spot; the exquisite pain of her fingertips digging into his flesh as he circled and caressed it. Claire was coming alive for him, moving against his touch to double every sensation. He could have wept only to feel her rouse to him so, but to watch her face breaking again and again with that beauty, to hear against his neck the same sounds that he’d treasured in his heart all those lonely years—He felt as though he were running up a mountain and down it again all at once. “Claire,” he could only groan into her hair, her skin, scarcely aware of his own body, enthralled to hers, “Jesus, Claire….”

“Jamie—” She was mounting and gathering under his touch, her legs and hips moving languidly, her cries becoming more urgent and and more frantic with every stroke. 

“Aye, Sassenach,” he moaned, circling and pressing harder, feeling the throbbing wetness of her. “Now—please—”

Wait,” she panted, slipping out from beneath him and pushing him back onto the pillows. It didn’t cross his mind to question her. He obeyed by instinct, pulling off his shirt and emerging from the cloud of white to see her straddling him, poising her body—Jesus, her exquisite body—just above him. He was half-sitting, hard and aching for her. Her legs trembled with wanting, too, but she reached slowly forward to pull him up, to kiss him, to press herself against his chest and twine her fingers in his hair. Their eyes locked and the world vanished for a moment in a burst of breath and light as she sheathed him to her. 

He grasped her tight, hands gripping and holding as the two of them gasped and shuddered from the shock and wonder of being joined and naked; ONE. Her breasts were so full, begging for him to put his mouth on them, but he couldn’t look away from her face.  

“Jamie—Love—” she moaned, settling him still more deeply within her body. 

“Claire—” 

He could see tears gathering in her eyes even as her entire body trembled and shuddered with the growing tension. She gasped and rolled her hips, her hands shaking and her breath catching, eyes fluttering.  “I’m going—to—”

Please,” he begged, “please—let me feel you—” He moved within her, and she upon him— And almost instantly she cascaded around him, pulsing and rushing and crying out with that sound—THAT SOUND— “Sorcha,” he moaned, her release nearly taking him, too. He couldn’t hold her close enough, couldn’t treasure her deeply enough. “Mo sorcha….”

“More,” she moaned before he could say more, grabbing his face and moving along his length with a ferocity that tore from him a feral sound to match her own, “More.”

He lost all speech and all restraint. He plunged up into her, his mouth on her neck, her breasts; his hands raking across hips and thighs and arse. They moved together, he taking her and she, him, joined in a fury of need and love that had them both gasping and snarling and moaning and near-weeping.

At one pass, she thrust down upon him such a way that he nearly lost himself, and in a flash, he was throwing himself forward with a growl so that she was beneath him, his hands under her buttocks, pulling her to him fiercely with every movement. Claire cried out, a sound of both need and satisfaction that echoed around the room. They were on fire, the two of them, thrusting and seeking with such wild energy, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. Every inch of him burned for her.

But there WAS light along with the burning. Even as they raced and tore and pounded, her eyes were in his and she was shining, smiling even as she destroyed him. As they each neared the end, they were beaming, glowing with such the most glorious joy. The most glorious light

After it was over, after she had come around him and he within her, there had been no slumping of exhaustion, none of that immediate, selfish isolation of the mind and body in adapting to the altered state. He had pulled her at once back up and knelt; knelt so that she could hold him as much as he, her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cupped his head in both hands, touching his hair, his face, saying his name again and again like a prayer, as he was hers. They were both crying, hard, but they were tears of joy, a cleansing of all fears and all sorrows. 

“Thank you,” he gasped out suddenly, broken with it, “for coming back for me.”

She had left everything. She had left EVERYTHING she knew, the entire life she had built, on the mere hope that he still needed her. He did need her. He always would.

She held him, body and soul. “I always will.”

Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

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Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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Tutoring | PJ

Pairing: Student!Jimin X Student!Reader

Summary: Park Jimin was known for studying hard and getting good grades, but when he starts failing his parents force him into tutoring which is where y/n is pushed to step in and help the boy. Let’s not forget that this boy used to be her ultimate crush before he broke her heart.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: Jimin is a cocky little shit and this will have some mention of the sexuals

Word Count: 3.7k


The sounds of their feet getting closer and closer to the door was echoing in the young boy’s ears, oh god how he was scared. He didn’t want them to come in, scared of how they would react to the sudden change in his work. Park Jimin was known for being top of the class, always getting the best marks and being an honorary student but his grades seemed to just drop overnight and are getting worse. 

He no longer went to tutoring or helped students, he never studied at night and it all was because of his friends. Jungkook and Taehyung weren’t the best influence on him, heck they were the worst. Instead of going to tutoring in the afternoons he would spend his time over at Tae’s playing overwatch with them. Instead of helping students he would beat them up and get their money to buy himself lunch and crap.

 Instead of studying at night he would have his sweats down at his ankles, his hand wrapped around his throbbing and angry member and jack off to whatever porn he could find that wasn’t on a blocked sight. He had managed to get safe mode off his computer though without his parents finding out but would have to remember to clear his history after he finished. He sat there, his ears hot and his palms sweaty awaiting the punishment he would not only receive possibly from the school but from at home as well. 

The door handle turned and the two older looking people dressed in formal attire stepped inside, looking at their son with disappointment as they took their seats on either side of him. “Mr and Mrs Park, I understand you know why I called you down to my office. I apologise for pulling you both out of work so suddenly but Jimin has been lacking behind at school lately and I was wondering if we could discuss a plan in order to get his grades back up?” Miss Kang explained as his parents nodded for her to go on. 

She began talking about the sudden drop and lack of concentration and effort in his classes and work. His refusal to hand in homework on time and some classes he even skipped because he just ‘didn’t feel like going’ mood. Jimin sat there, just wanting to run out of there and not have to look back at his parents and the disapproval looks. “I was hoping maybe we could arrange for our top student y/n l/n to maybe tutor him once or twice a week. If Park Jimin is up for it?” She suggested and just as he was about to answer the other female voice answered for him. 

“How about we give him tonight to think about it, and we’ll give you a call tomorrow on what his answer is?” His mother was the one to speak, her grip on the arm of the chair tightened a little feeling intimidated. Her blood boiled at the thought of her son, intelligent, smart and intellectual having to receive tutoring. He would be the tutored not the tutor. She hated the thought of some other student teaching her son stuff he probably already knew. 

After the meeting was over Jimin went to lunch like usual but feared to when the day would come to an end and he would go home to his fuming parents. What would his punishment be? No computer for a week? No going out for a month? He sat there staring at his lunch, knowing it was probably getting cold. “Honestly, don’t fret about it. I mean, it’s not a big deal.” Taehyung stated before biting into his green apple. “It is to my parents. My grades mean a lot to them. And if I don’t get them up, then I’ll be dead. No worse, in hell.” Jimin fired back, still playing with his food.

 Completely lost his appetite for anything. “Hey didn’t you say y/n l/n was tutoring you?” Jungkook suddenly asked as he watched the young girl walk over to grab some lunch before trotting back over to her table. Her short black skirt that just stopped above mid-thigh, her white stockings that went to just over her knees, her well fitted crimson red jacket that hung on her shoulders along with her honorary badges she had gotten. He h/c pulled back into a half up and half down look with strands that fell onto her face. 

Her sharp features that played well with her s/c skin. Her plump lips that opened only to answer or outsmart someone who was annoying or irritating her. Her piercing e/c eyes that would read over the hardest equations that were the hardest but simple math to her. “Yeah, why?” Jimin asked causing a faint chuckle to escape from Jungkook’s lips. “She’s the last virgin left in this school. And the only girl that doesn’t throw herself at guys.” Jungkook stated and Jimin rolled his eyes. 

“And your point is what Jungkook?” Jimin asked, wondering why Jungkook was taking such an interest in the girl. “I bet you $20 I can make y/n fall for me and sleep with me in two months.” Jungkook bargained which caught Taehyung’s attention, the guys loved making bets with girls. Seeing how long it would take for them to make some innocent and naïve girl to fall for them. For some reason Jungkook’s request caused Jimin’s stomach to churn and his ears to burn at the thought.

 “No.” Jimin thought aloud causing the two to look at him with confused looks on their faces. “Uh, I’ll do it.” He quickly stated, Jungkook arching an eyebrow and looking at the boy with an interesting look. “You’re going to make y/n fall for you and pop her cherry?” Jungkook asked, the words so harsh that they made Jimin cringe slightly. “I mean, she’s tutoring me so I’ll be seeing her a lot and talking to her so it’ll be easier. I can make y/n fall for me and give me her virginity in two months.” Jimin said confidently, challenging Jungkook which he only smirked at. 

“Alright Jimin, two months. And if you can’t then you have to strip and run five laps around the entire football field in front of the entire school.” Jungkook loved taking a step further with punishments, Jimin hesitated but showed he wasn’t afraid. “And if I win?” He asked, gulping causing his Adams apple to bob slightly. “If you win…I’ll step down as leader.” Taehyung sat up completely in his seat, shocked at Jungkook’s words. 

Never had he ever put his position as leader on the line for a stupid bet, but for some reason he was feeling confident as if he knew he was going to win. “Deal.” Jimin said holding out his hand to the boy, remaining eye contact as they shook on it. The bell rung and everyone began to get up from their seats, Jimin’s eyes glued to y/n’s figure as she walked over to the bins with her friends and put her rubbish in it before walking out of the cafeteria.


 “If Logx (1 / 8) = - 3 / 2, then x is equal to…Mr. Han?” Miss Kim asked as the young boy in the front row answered quickly, “Uh…10?” He asked, not paying attention to the class as y/n shook her head and rolled her eyes. Jimin watching her from behind closely, y/n raised her hand and the teacher called on her. “X is equal to 4.” She said and the teacher smiled and nodded, turning around to write the answer up on the black board. 

“Correct! Thank you, Miss l/n.” She said as Jimin’s lips tugged up slightly, smirking as he watched the girl cross one of her ankles behind the other under her chair. Her skirt hiked up slightly because she was sitting, her hair dangling over her should exposing the soft looking skin on her neck. How he would love to just leave bruises along it—“Mr Park!” The teacher called for the fifth time and bringing him out of his thoughts. 

“Y-yeah…” He stuttered, some of the girls giggling at the boy. Y/n didn’t even look at the boy, she knew who he was and his reputation. She groaned and decided to answer for him, “If Log 4 (x) = 12, then log 2 (x / 4) is equal to 22.” She answered as the teacher smiled and nodded, pleased that at least one student was awake and paying attention. “Thank you again Miss l/n. Seems like everyone still thinks they’re on holiday.” 

The teacher turned to write the answer on the board, Jimin look at the girl who had her head slightly cocked to the side as she wrote down equations and answers, feeling proud of herself. Jimin didn’t know what was going on with him, he did do the work in class and payed attention but throughout the day he was completely switched off. He couldn’t get y/n off his mind, she was like poison to him. The day came to an end and Jimin went straight home, he didn’t live far so he usually just walked home.

 “Y/n wanna come to the lounge? I heard there are going to be some hot guys?” Jimin couldn’t help but over hear the conversation between y/n and her friends. “Can’t sorry, I have homework to do.” She said biting her lip and gripping her straps of her bag. “You’re always doing homework though. C’mon, my friend Don wants to meet you. He’s tall, hot, toned and he’s in college.” Jimin’s fist began to ball up and clench, turning white from overhearing her friends trying to set her up with a guy. 

“No thanks. I’m good.” Y/n said which made Jimin let out a sigh of relief. He began to feel a little better knowing she wasn’t going and instead would go home and do her homework like a good little girl. “Suit yourself.” One of them said as they walked off in another direction, y/n began walking in the other. Did y/n always walk home? How come I never noticed she did before? Jimin thought as he noticed her walking in the same direction that he was walking. He began, well following her. He never noticed her before so why was he now? 

Because of that stupid bet. Why did he agree to it? Y/n was just innocent and kind and angelic, she was the type of person to do her homework at night and have family meals and dinners and go to church on Sundays. But that’s what excited Jimin more, knowing that she was so innocent and the fact that fucking her was something so dirty she would never do it. She was the type of person to ‘wait for marriage’ before she did anything with a boy. And that’s why this would be fun. 

Jimin made it inside and put his bag away, going back downstairs only to be scolded by his parents to take the tutoring session because they don’t want the girl to feel bad since she offered to tutor him. Other than that he was good to go, so Jimin went upstairs and rid himself of the disgusting uniform which he threw into his basket before going and taking a shower. He stepped in and the water immediately hit him like the sun, it was hot but the hot water stung and felt nice upon his tones chest and tan skin.

 His sandstone cantaloupe coloured hair dampening under the water as it trickled down his body, instead of sitting in front of his computer Jimin wrapped his hand around his member, feeling it hot and needy and looking down at the angry purple tip that leaked precum. He placed his hand on the cold tiled walked while he stroked himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to picture y/n. In her short black school skirt and her white thigh high stockings, how she would look on her hands and knees, taking him all in. 

Small whimpers and moans left his lips at the dirty thoughts and images of what he would do to her popped into his head, leaning his head back so it now rested on the cold tiles as well as his hand to hold himself up. He ran his tongue over his lips before taking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to concentrate on the thoughts as his hand picked up its pace and was now pumping as hard and fast as it could. Chasing his high, he could feel himself twitch and before he knew it the white spurts were falling with the rest of the water and disposing themselves down the drain. 

He pulled his hand away and sighed, feeling the relief he needed all day. “Jimin! Dinner is ready so don’t be too long in there!” His mother called on the other side of the door, bringing Jimin back into reality as he tried to keep his eyes open. “Okay.” He called back, grabbing the sponge and washing over himself quickly before getting out and dressing into his usual sweats.


 He woke the next day and was actually excited to go to school for once, he would get to see y/n all day and then actually spend time with her in the afternoon at tutoring. An hour and a half in the afternoon talking to her. He began getting dressed into his uniform and combed his hair quickly before brushing his teeth and racing out the door. He was walking to school so it didn’t look weird that he was running but came to a stop when he heard her angelic voice. 

“Okay. I will. Love you.” She closed her door and skipped down the stairs, her skirt flying up slightly and her baby blue laced panties showing for a split second. Jimin couldn’t help the quiet throaty groan that escaped but only loud enough for him to hear. He felt like she was teasing him, like this all was a set up or a plan to just irritate him. “It’s okay Jimin, just six hours of school and then it’s game time.” He reminded himself before adjusting his tie slightly and continued walking, so far from her but he felt so close too. 

Y/n could hear footsteps and glanced over her shoulder when she spotted Jimin, sending him a friendly and warm smile. Y/n used to have the biggest crush on Jimin, it was all she ever talked about. But that was before he became a douche and his grades dropped and he was a decent guy. But ever since he’s changed she’s wanted nothing to do with the boy, but when she heard about him needing a tutor she put her hand up the highest it would go, feeling nervous but excited to help him. 

She was always so shy and she even tried asking him out once which ended in him laughing in her face and telling her to ‘dream on.’ And ever since that day she felt so heartbroken and angry at him. “Hey Jimin.” She said as he finally caught up to her and looked at her confused but gave her a friendly smile and walked to school with her. His presence made y/n feel more comfortable and safe with him by her side as they walked, both talking about equations in physics that they stumble upon that seem so difficult. 

Once they walked into school they went their separate ways and went to homeroom, one class they didn’t have together. They both studied all hard subjects, Maths C, Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Ancient History, along with advanced Korean and English classes. Y/n sat in homeroom, talking to Park Cho-rong about her walk with Jimin this morning. She just talked about how things went at the lounge yesterday and that it was kind of boring without her there.

 “We’re going to the lounge around five tonight, you wanna come?” Park Cho-rong asked y/n and as much as she wanted to say no she found herself agreeing after feeling a little guilty about the amount of time she hadn’t been spending with them. She was doing tutoring with Jimin in the afternoon anyway so she could do her homework then as well. The bell rang and y/n walked to her English class and took a seat, looking around to act natural but also looking for Jimin.

 A figure walked past and she looked up to see Jimin smirking and taking a seat next to her before turning his focus back to the front of the class. “Alright! Good morning class!” Mr. Lee greeted as he began talking in Korean before starting to speak English, having students repeats words and sentences after him. Of course, y/n and Jimin both already study the language that they speak English just fine.


 “Okay, so when a metallic ball bearing is placed inside a cylindrical container, of radius 2 cm, the height of the water, inside the container, increases by 0.6 cm. The radius, to the nearest tenth of a centimetre, of the ball bearing is…” Jimin looked like he had the answer but he wasn’t 100% if it was correct or not. “1cm?” He asked and y/n sighed and put down the pencil. “No pabo! It’s 1.2cm!” She said hitting his head a little which he blushed to because it’s Jimin.

 “Sorry, I haven’t really been paying attention in class lately.” He said feeling slightly shy, he wanted to talk to y/n about other things, more personal things so he could get to know her. He was not going to lose to Jungkook, no matter what. “Hey y/n…have you ever played truth or dare?” Jimin asked suddenly and y/n looked at him and furrowed her eyebrows. “I have…when I was 12.” She chuckled and Jimin smiled slightly. 

“Do you want to play it now?” He asked and y/n looked a little shocked that Jimin wanted to play a silly yet dangerous game. “I mean…yeah. Why not?” She asked and put her pencil down before turning herself so she was facing him. “Okay, truth or dare?” He asked and she thought for a second, debating which one to choose. If she picked truth there were three top questions he was most likely to ask.

1)      Who do you like?

2)      Do you like me?

3)      Are you a virgin?

But If she picked dare there are many things he could ask her to so such as either something like ‘I dare you to kiss me’ or something extreme like ‘I dare you to suck me off.’ Now she had to debate which one was worse. “Truth.” The word slipping from her lips so easily causing him to smirk slightly. “Who are you interested in currently?” He asked causing y/n to laugh a little, “Isn’t that basically asking me who I like?” She asked and he chuckled, biting his lip slightly before answering. 

“Yeah, I just didn’t want to sound like a cringeworthy douche.” He said making y/n smile, he wanted to be a gentleman? “Not really…I mean my friends think I do but I don’t. No one really has caught my interest yet.” Why did it hurt slightly to hear those words for Jimin? To be fair he hasn’t really gotten to know her yet so it’s okay. “Truth or Dare?” Y/n fired back ready with a dare and truth in her mind. “Dare.” He said in a challenging tone to see how she would react, but she only smirked. 

“I dare you to send the sixteenth person in your contacts saying you got a girl pregnant.” She said folding her arms over her chest and biting her lip, she thought Jimin wouldn’t do it but he pulled out his phone and went down the list. Landing on the sixteenth person labelled as ‘Dude’ with a heart emoji and quickly texting them, the question before turning the screen to show her. The person texted back ‘sweet.’ And that was it. Y/n felt kind of annoyed, she needed to step up her game a little. 

“Truth or Dare?” Jimin asked, she really didn’t want to do dare because she feared of being dared to do something stupid or weird. “Truth.” Jimin smirked, knowing that this would just be a game with a pattern of truth, dare, truth, truth, truth, dare, truth, truth, truth, dare. “If you had to give your virginity to one boy in this school, who would it be?” He asked, y/n knew what information he was trying to get and knew what game he was playing at.

 Two can play at that game Park Jimin. She thought to herself smirking a little, “I don’t know. If I had to pick one guy to have sex with…I guess Jungkook looks like he would be good in bed.” Jimin almost choked on air, her words shocking him. “J-Jungkook?” He stuttered, his cheeks flushing red feeling a little jealous. “I don’t know though. I guess it just depends on the person really and how they treat me.” She said twirling some of her hair around her index finger. “Well I would treat you nice.” Jimin said and y/n went silent, knowing what he meant but just decided to shrug it off. 

Y/n glanced at her watch and realised the time, she had to get home and be at the lounge in half an hour. “I better get going. I have somewhere to be. This was fun, same time tomorrow?” She asked and Jimin nodded. A little shocked she still wanted to tutor him after today’s game of Truth or Dare. He smiled as he watched her turn around and walk out of the library, watching as her hips swayed naturally and her delicate hand that held her skirt so it wouldn’t fly up while she walked. “Too late princess.” Jimin smirked thinking back to the image this morning.

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 4

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 3145

A/n: I finally uploadeed!!!

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When you and Tae return from your work on Friday, he doesn’t even let you take off his jacket properly. He quickly gets rid of his shoes and runs off to somewhere in the house.

You know what he feels. Of course you know, don’t you feel the same too? Everything inside your body is shaking from nervousness or excitement or maybe anxiety, but this time you are determined to control yourself. You are a mother. You won’t let yourself act like a teenager again.

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Wrong Loves Her Company (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I’m still a little sick and this weekend was crazy so it took me long than normal to finish this. This just a drabble, so it’s a little shorter than normal. Also, this part is based off the assumption that you’ve read part 6  so if you haven’t, I would read it so certain things make more sense. The finale (part 7) will be coming out on Sunday. I’m not ready, but it’s going to be long and angsty. I hope this holds you over until then. Also this is from Dylan’s POV, if I didn’t already mention that. Love you always, babes.

Thanks to: @writing-obrien

Warning: Oral

Word Count: 2612

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GoT S07E02 Thoughts


I am up at 2 in the morning for this shit and I don’t know how I feel about this episode. There was a lot happening and a lot not happening. But as always, here are my rambling, harebrained thoughts about the episode that may or may not make any sense whatsoever to anyone but me. Either way, here we go:

The scene with Dany and Varys continues to toe the line between Benevolent Hero Dany and Violent Conqueror Dany. I have never doubted Dany’s ability to care for the common folk. She is not an evil person; she has compassion for them, that’s always been clear from the start, but the question has always been, will her compassion win out over her desire for power? And this grey area feels really poignant in this scene with Varys when she’s pardoning him for once siding with another king who had tried to assassinate her.

While it looks like she’s showing him a great deal of compassion and demonstrating her desire to be loved by the people and bring peace to Westeros, I feel the conversation is actually quite foreboding. He’s already been by her side for awhile, so why was this conversation happening now? They could’ve easily cut this entire scene away and left us to continue assuming that Dany pardoned Varys when he arrived with Tyrion, but they chose to highlight it and have Varys give his whole speech about not caring who was king or queen of the Iron Throne and that his loyalty was to the people. This is important, as are these lines:

“If you ever think I’m failing the people, you won’t conspire behind my back… If you ever betray me, I’ll burn you alive.” 

Once again, Dany threatens people for their loyalty. In contrast, the previous episode when Jon Snow pardons Alys Karstark and Ned Umber for the crimes of their house, he says:

“For centuries, our families fought side by side on the battlefield. I ask you to pledge your loyalty once again to House Stark, to serve as our bannermen and come to our air whenever called upon… Yesterday’s wars don’t matter anymore. The North needs to band together, all the living north. Will you stand beside me, Ned and Alys, now and always?”

The difference between them is quite clear. One demands loyalty, while the other asks for it. 

And the focus of this scene with Dany and Varys being on how the people of Westerosi will receive her feels greatly foreboding and not in the good way for her. This scene was shot and chosen for a reason; this dialogue was written for a reason. And nothing in Game of Thrones is so black and white as this scene’s purpose only being highlighting how good and forgiving Dany is. 

Anyway, I know people will call me biased for reading the scene this way and perhaps I am, as I still believe Dany’s narrative is of a fallen hero, but these are just my thoughts anyhow. 

Moving on!  

What was interesting to me in the scene with Melisandre was how Dany’s face lit up when she thought the prophecy might be about her. Oh, and the line: 

“The prophecy belongs to me.”

Loosely translated to mean that the Seven Kingdoms belong to her. These people and their love belong to her. She is the one who was promised because it’s her destiny, her birthright. In direct contrast again, Jon reiterates in the same episode that he was chosen as their king, but he didn’t want it and he didn’t ask for it. 

The way Jon and Dany rule and see the world are literary foils of one another. And I feel like as the season progresses, the more this will become apparent. I also don’t like the implication of Jon bending the knee to Dany or to anyone, but we’ll see. 

Now back to Winterfell. The shot of children having archery practice while Jon and Sansa are atop watching over them is, as has been mentioned before, almost a direct parallel to Ned and Catelyn overlooking Bran’s archery lessons in Season 1. Like I’ve always said, nothing in this show is shot without a purpose, and it’s not the first time parallels between the two have surfaced. Whether it just means they’re supposed to be a formidable co-ruling pair in the North or a future marriage/romance between the two down the line still remains to be seen, but we all know what basket I’m placing my eggs. Both. The answer is both. 

Still, I really love the way Jon looks immediately to Sansa for her opinion on what to do with Tyrion’s request for him to come to Dragonstone. Considering last week’s episode, this is a good sign they’re learning to communicate better, and I think it’s also telling how he’s asking her for her opinion on Tyrion because as he says, she knows him better than anyone, when last week he was dismissing her despite her firsthand knowledge of Cersei. It’s growth. 

And actually I’m not going to go chronologically by scene now, so I’m going to skip ahead and address the moment in the Great Hall. When Jon says he’s going to accept Tyrion’s request to come to Dragonstone, he looks back to Sansa – yet another sign of him seeking her approval and support. But it’s more than that. The whole scene I kept noticing that even when Sansa wasn’t directly in focus and when Jon wasn’t looking at her, the shots of him more often than not had her in the background to his side. All of this really made them resemble a king and queen. This is only further emphasised by the following moment:

I’m leaving both [the people and Winterfell] in good hands.”

“Whose?”

“Yours. You are my sister. You’re the only Stark in Winterfell. Until I return, the North is yours.”

Sansa may not be by name, but she is his queen. I don’t even mean that romantically. Jon sees her as his equal partner with equal right to the kingdom (so to speak) as he does. She is his most trusted confidante. This is such an incredibly significant moment in their relationship. While Sansa’s learned to trust him fully, Jon struggled with reconciling the woman she has become and the girl he once knew, but this feels like a momentous step forward as it clearly shows he’s accepted the woman she is now and that person is someone he trusts. 

I also think Sansa’s immediate glance to Littlefinger is also important. She knows it as well. She is exactly where Littlefinger wants her, as the ruler of the North, as a queen, and we all know he wants to be her king. Sansa’s concern is therefore rightly placed. She may know what he’s up to, but he is still Littlefinger and as cunning as he is creepy. The question is, will she be able to outplay him? He is her proverbial beast to slay. 

Now onto my favourite scene: Jon choking out Littlefinger. I actually had to edit this back into this post because I wrote it on a different document and forgot to place it back in, but here we are. Look, this scene is everything. We don’t get a farewell scene between Jon and Sansa beside from Jon’s little awkward wave towards her and her wave back, which is, by the way, so adorable. I know we were hoping for a Weirwood scene (and #treebang) but considering how tentative their newfound relationship is, this fits. Awkward, adorable and completely filled with unspoken words. That’s Jon and Sansa right now. It makes sense, as much as I hate it. 

But instead of that, we get this scene: 

“I love Sansa as I loved her mother.” 

“Talk to my sister and I’ll kill you myself!”

The instantaneous primal reaction is just so fascinating to me. Jon completely loses his cool the second Littlefinger says he loves Sansa. He’s been fairly restrained up until that point. Such an instant reaction requires zero thought; it’s based purely on feelings and it’s evident Jon feels a primal and fierce need to protect Sansa. I don’t doubt he’d feel that way about Arya or Bran too, but there’s something so underlying about framing his fierce protectiveness over her after Littlefinger confesses he loves Sansa.

Take it what you will, but I got my shipping goggles on for this scene and I love it!

Back to the rest of the story, we’re given a scene of Cersei decrying all that Dany’s done. She talks about the murders and burning of those masters, trying to appeal to the Lords over how cruel and savage Dany is, which we all know is quite ironic considering she burned down an entire septa of people out of vengeance. Perhaps there’s a reason why we’re being led by this scene to compare Dany and Cersei’s actions. 

Either way, the reappearance of Randyll Tarly makes me extremely nervous. There have been quite a few speculations going around about how the Tarly will play a role in the upcoming season, or more specifically, how Dany’s dragons are going to end up killing all of the Tarly’s, including Sam’s mother and sister. Randyll’s appearance here and his subsequent scene with Jaime about where to place his allegiance seems to support this theory. The death of the Tarly’s will put Jon in a very precarious situation, especially if he bends the knee to Dany, which is a plot line I hate and loathe as it is so completely uncharacteristic for Jon – yet for the greater good, I could also see it happening as Jon is the most self-sacrificing numpty in Westeros. 

Speaking of Sam, I really hope he doesn’t die from treating Jorah. And also, why in the gods’ name do they keep giving Sam the most disgusting scenes? Seriously, that was so gross. I am curious though as to what role Jorah is supposed to play in the future and whether his being cured by Sam will have any significance, especially if he runs along back to Dany and she orders the kill on Sam’s family.  

Missandei and Grey Worm!!! 

Look, I know people are going to dismiss this entire scene altogether and say it was a waste of time because no one cares about these two, but you’re so wrong. I care. Maybe I’m one person out of a million, but fuck it, I care so much. There has to be a reason that recent seasons have started to flesh out Missandei and Grey Worm more and not just as characters who are unfailingly loyal to Dany, but as individual people. It’s been a subplot that’s been building for a long while and I don’t see why they would waste the precious time on a subplot for the sake of having some ‘romance’ between two of Dany’s most loyal subjects. What’s the payoff for that? 

I personally doubt they’re both going to survive this upcoming war and I think the loss will either drive a huge wedge between Dany and the surviving character or cause reckless behaviour that will turn a significant plot a different way. Either way, I think there has to be a payoff for building them up for so long. Or maybe it is just some silly romance made to satisfy the audience who are so the type to want romance in their show. 

Finally onto Arya! What can I say but YES SHE’S FINALLY HEADING BACK TO WINTERFELL!!! I was so worried for her going to King’s Landing just as the war was about to begin, especially if Euron is around. I couldn’t imagine her surviving if she did, but with Arya heading back home, I feel more at ease that she’ll survive the season for some time yet. But what killed me was her reunion with Nymeria. I practically squealed with joy then cried when Nymeria walked away, but what confused me was Arya saying “that’s not you” with a (if I’m not mistaken) smile on her lips. That was Nymeria, wasn’t it? And does she mean that Nymeria is not her pack, signifying Arya’s final journey back to her real pack (ie. the other Starks)? 

Also, can we please appreciate Arya and Hot Pie together again? I love that whole conversation about how she’d been baking. Made me chortle. 

Lastly, we have to talk about that final scene and my screaming thought of ‘what the fuck, Theon?’ because WTF THEON! I don’t know how to feel about that. On the one hand, as soon as I saw Euron attacking I knew he’d win, and considering how his actor said he’d make Ramsay look like child’s play, I was so worried for Theon and am glad he got away. But him abandoning his sister like that? It was so disheartening and sad to see. After how he helped save Sansa, I honestly thought he found that piece of himself again, but then it is a very unfair thing to say about a man who has been repeatedly tortured and abused. Although the Theon before Ramsay was a coward, so I don’t know. I just don’t know where his storyline will go from here on out. 

But speaking of Euron, I just knew his gifts to Cersei would be people and I am so bloody worried about Yara, Ellaria and the last remaining Sand Snake. I hate how weak the show continues to make them look and I hate that we’re about to witness more brutality done upon women on this damn hell show. I couldn’t stomach Ramsay with Sansa and I really doubt I’ll be able to stomach the upcoming scenes with Euron and these women.

Anyway, these are my thoughts. So sorry it’s so unbelievably long and rambly. What did you guys think?

In The Movies (Evan Hansen x Reader)

TW: smut, swearing, REALLY BADLY WRITTEN LOL RIP

WORDS: 1,397

Requested: yes!


Friday nights in the Hansen house were dedicated to movies and cuddling. Heidi always had evening shifts at the hospital. Both you and Evan hated the thought of him being alone, so you started a tradition. The weekly ritual began with dinner (courtesy of the leftovers in Evan’s fridge), and continued into watching whatever movie ABC was broadcasting. Usually, movies like Frozen, Hoodwinked, or How To Train Your Dragon were what was played. But this faithful Friday evening, the broadcasters of ABC decided to play a movie that was rated R. 

           The movie started out fine. It was about two undercover cops. One was nerdy and played by the rules, and the other was ‘a wild card’. It was a standard action-comedy film. There were a few odd sex jokes here and there, but for the most part it was just explosives and a lot of boobs. As youou finally started to understand the plotline, the movie began to get a little… risky. Risky turned into PG-13, then PG-13 turned into a full-blown sex scene. The man in the movie was making out with his damsel in distress. His hands flown up to her top, flashing her boob-job bosoms. 

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accusations and jealousy.

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scott mccall x reader

prompt: scott has been ignoring you for weeks so you move onto issac, just for scott to see and drag you away.

warnings: SMUT. rough, swearing, ass-play, squirting.

A/N: i have so many derek requests but this has been sitting in my ask for a long time and i finally got around to doing it, yay. also, this is pure fucking filth so if you’re under 18, don’t read it. (or any of my writing really.) thank you.

the classroom was loud as you sat in history class in beacon hills highschool. everyone was talking and giggling about what they’d done at the weekend having no clue how you and your pack had put your lives on the line just to keep them safe yet again, but that wasn’t what was on your mind. 

tapping your pen off of the desk, you stared at the back of scotts head with your fist resting under your chin. you knew he could feel you burning holes into him yet he didn’t turn around, knowing your eyes were filled with fire solely directed at him. it was no secret that you and scott had been known to fool around with each other, yet it had been weeks since he’d even spoke a word to you let alone touched you. 

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A Jealous Heart.

Request from ??: So for a moment there I thought I knew who requested this but my brain was deciding to have a funny moment and I actually don’t know at all so apologies to the person I tagged that I shouldn’t have done lol! Tumblr rid of the message but this was the request: for Bucky to like the reader but he hasn’t told her as he always sees her with Steve and one day he catches them goofing around and assumes it is because they’re in a relationship even though Steve x Reader is a platonic relationship. Unfortunately because the request has disappeared I can’t remember what else was asked for so hope this is okay!

Jealous!Bucky x Steve Rogers x Reader

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Warnings: Swearing, acts of jealousy, but then fluff. I think that’s all! :)

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators

Once again those beautiful [e/c] eyes had filled his dreams….ever since he had come to join The Avengers and he had seen you stood in the lobby of Stark Tower with the others to greet him he hadn’t been able to stop thinking of you. It was getting to a point now though that he would much rather have the torment of the horrific nightmares he used to experience on a night rather than the dreams that tortured him with something he knew he could never have.

You liked Steve. His best friend.

Every day the two of you trained with one another and every day he had to watch his friend spend time with the one person he wanted to. Life really was a bastard at times. Whatever higher power existed was making it very clear that he wasn’t allowed to have things that would make him happy….he didn’t deserve them.

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