look at jen though

Finally got my duo photo of Colin and Jen with my little Hook and Emma so I thought I would share it. Unfortunately my daughter wasn’t smiling in this one, but it was funny because she wouldn’t stop looking up at Colin and this was the best shot the photographer could get. I totally understand not wanting to stop looking at Colin’s face though!! And you can tell Jen was super happy to see the kids dressed up as Captain Swan. Good times!!!

Queen of the Bitch - Suga

Characters: Min Yoongi, Y/N, BTS…

Nature: reader idol!au

Genre: Angst & Smut

Summary: You’re the leader of a girl band and are kind of a natural born leader, manipulating the world around you and dominate everyone. Typical bitch. Until him. Until he shows your true face, win at your own little game and… Help you.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

« What’s the point of this debate anyway ?! »

Yoongi barked, cutting you mid-sentence and surprising, raising his head. The guys didn’t seemed to be surprise and smiled as you threw him a dark look. You were the proud leader of a girl band that went worldwide famous in almost just a year. You had the look, the charisma, the skills, the smile and the brain. And with all this on your side, you were used to be listened to, every member of your band always went quiet when you opened your mouth, your words were rules you had an iron hand in a velvet glove. And usually, it worked with everyone: managers, producers, journalists… You always found the words to make the people quiet and sorry. At least until you met them. BTS members gave you a hard time since day one.

Your two bands had been picked to live together in a heavenly villa, under the constant surveillance of the cameras and managers. Generally, you were paired by groups of three and went to some amusement or activities representative of the island. It was basically a commercial to you, a long commercial that lasted 7 episodes, a commercial to sell you, BTS and the island. And this was the subject of the debate you and Namjoon were having during a dinner. One of those debates the two of you used to test theories, on the outside you looked like you were about to kill each other – and maybe it wasn’t so far from truth – but in the inside, it was more of a game and the occasion to relax on a higher level. You both tended to use random quotes of scientific, stimulating for the intellect and annoying for everyone around. From the moment you and Namjoon were in the same room everything was subject to debate, from the way to hold our phones to the definition of truth.

In your defense, this week was boring. You hated this from day 1, all the chit-chat, the time you lost discussing of the room where you’d sleep, the managers ordering you around, the producers trying to push you towards other members… Everyone was manipulating everyone and you were watching it with a cold head and dark thoughts. You were pretty much out of the game since the first day, since you nicely made a producer cried and quit proving her she was a useless bitch when she tried to push you to get closer to Jungkook, when he was acting so shy around you. It was a choice, using this incident, you gave the worst impression to everyone and no one dared to get you into one of their games. This also was a way to protect your members and the band moral. You didn’t liked the way you all were used, and wanted to make sure that when you said “no” everyone understood it, managers, producers, cameramen, your members and BTS members. You didn’t mind being the mean one, the killjoy if it implied that you remained in control and everyone was following your orders. Machiavelli’s lesson: ruling using fear and not love.

It worked pretty much well, except with Namjoon who was at least as smart – if not smarter – as you and the brat. Yoongi clearly never followed you on anything, even though he never really showed disapproval and remained quiet when disagreeing, simply not doing things. You knew since you saw his reaction that you should take care of him first place, but something kept you from doing so. You refused to admit it – even to yourself – but you were impressed by his calm and how he could easily talk back to people not caring the repercussions. Though, he had never shown any kind of resent toward you or never voiced it out, actually you two had barely address to each other.

So now that his annoyed burning gaze was on you and that his harsh words were addressed to you, you were more than taken by surprise and didn’t really reacted. It was just a second of hesitation, of course but this second could make your reputation and power over everyone fall apart. You had three way to deal with it: smile to him and ask him to remain as quiet as he was with a severe cold tone, smile politely and go back to the debate ignoring him, or asking him if he really had something to say or just wanted to remain everyone he was alive. You had a really hard time to pick up and when he opened his mouth you knew you had to talk before he did or he’ll take the lead. Strategy. It was all a strategy, to keep the power.

“If you have something to say…”

“Yeah, I said it. This is going nowhere, we all get it, you like to debate and you like to dominate everyone. You’re a queen. Now, you got the crown, we let you have it, stop pissing us off…”

That, you didn’t expected. Talking back was clearly his specialty. You didn’t had a lot of option left, the veil was off: they just let you took the power, and could take it back anytime. He just proved it. It was a dangerous situation for you, dangerous because frightening, you ALWAYS had the power over people. They never realized they could take it back easily, neither did you until this brat opened his damn mouth. You clenched your teeth and gave him a cold smile. You really didn’t knew how to react, and you knew everyone had noticed. Then, the worst thing happened:

“You shouldn’t talk like this to a girl…” Namjoon scolded Yoongi.

“It’s not because she’s a girl. If she was a guy I’d say the same thing.”

Somewhere, you felt obliged because he didn’t treated you any different, but this was one less defense for you. You could only play one card:

“I’m sorry, I didn’t noticed I was pissing you off this much… You should have tell me bef…”

Yoongi laughed and shook his head slightly, rolling his eyes.

“Seriously, it’s been three days, and I can’t stop thinking of how much you’re a bitch… Trying to pose yourself as a victim of my silence, seriously? That’s not going to work with me babydoll.”

Babydoll. This world kept on turning in your head, and you lost track of reality. You didn’t notice all cameramen stopping the filming, all the members exchanging worried looks. You didn’t heard people going away, you and Yoongi had entered a staring contest, that reminded you of L and Light chess game. You usually didn’t had anyone with the ability to take you down, and this came as a surprise.

“So, let me guess, you’re going to use this argument ‘if you don’t talk to me I can’t guess’, truth is you know perfectly right what I think because you are smart enough to notice my reactions, or the lack of it.”

He was right. And you regretted not to have played your cards a different way, revolving around him and crushing him before this happened. If this was a game, he was clearly winning. You were losing composure, bit by bit.

“Silent, now?” he was showing no sign of anger, just amusement.

“I think you and I need a serious face to face.” you groaned, pushing your chair as you suddenly got up.

“We can do it here, in front of everyone… I don’t went to see you alone. I don’t know what you’ll say happen after, and I don’t want to have issues, so… Sit and talk, I’m all ears.”

Chess mat, you though closing your eyes.

“Y/N…” Jen, your lead vocal said caressing your forearm gently, you brushed her away and shook your head. “It’s okay, we don’t really mind…”

“We shall, though…” Yoongi snapped, throwing Jen a dirty look “I’m not willing to be bossed around all day anymore.”

“You’re not even listening to what she says anyway, so what’s your point here?” Jin stated as he kept on eating his piece of cake.

“Just reminding her she can be beaten at her own game…”

“Well, it will be it for tonight kids…”

As soon as the manager behind you said those words, the tension seemed to clear and you found yourself noticing only now that the only staff left were the needed one: cooking, cleaning, make up and producers. You sat back and relaxed biting your tongue, remembering all the mistakes you did tonight, you got cigarettes out of your bag and lit one. You were kind of away, and didn’t noticed that the members were leaving one by one, going to there own occupations. You avoided Yoongi’s look, but you knew he still was sitting at the end of the table to your right. Jen, Jin, Namjoon were the only one left on the table, if you excepted Yoongi and you. You kept on smoking, silently, as the cleaning staff took everything off the table. Soon, the table was empty, all conversations had died and you heard Jen address to you:

“Y/N, we’re going to the pool, you want to come…”

You didn’t replied. You heard Namjoon ask Yoongi the same question, and you knew he shook his head and politely – if he could be – refused. There, it was just you and him on an empty table, ready to kill each other.

“So…” he started, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Shut up…”

“Okay, let’s play without the masks now…”

You couldn’t help a snort and turned to look at him, he was slumped into his chair. He grabbed your cigarette pack and took one out.


“Get one.” you replied on a cold tone, making him smile even more, you knew it was a mistake not to react nicely, it was showing your weakness, leting him win, but you couldn’t control your anger anymore.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, okay?” he said lighting his cigarette with your lighter, throwing it back on the table, slumping a bit more, as if he established his dominance toward the situation. “I don’t hate you. It would take to much energy. And I won’t fight you anymore, that would cost me even more energy, so I’ll comply… But I’m not going to follow you around like a puppy. Like them.”

You were kind of surprised by his words and those made your anger even stronger. You tried to calm down by looking away.

“I just got tired of letting it go…” he answered to your silent question. “I’m not a leader, I know we need them, I know you’re needed and since you take almost all of the responsabilities it was a wrong move I made, because I don’t want them to come and find me every time there’s an issue… You can keep that role, but I wanted to remind you I’m not playing your game nor am I buying your act. Okay?”

“So, let me resume… You are telling me, that you made a fool of me me in front of everyone to remind me I can’t use you… You clearly made me look like a fool, lost their respect and… You want me to keep a hand on them because you’re too lazy about it?”

“That’s pretty much it, yes…”

You were at your loss of words and looked at him as he smiled proudly. Now, you couldn’t even feel the anger anymore, you were drowning into it, not feeling the difference between the rest of what you felt. That left you one opening, though.

“I’m not working.” you said, and slowly got up still looking at him straight in the eyes. “Or you bend, and I rule. Or you rule… But I have no king, and I won’t let this happen this easily.”

“So dramatic…” He got up and threw his cigarette in the ashtray. “Too bad you’re picking this… I’m not taking responsibility anytime soon, and I won’t bend either so…”

He started to leave and you smirked, suddenly seeing clearly through his way.

“You don’t want any of us in charge…” you stated laughing quietly, he stopped and nodded. “Why?”

“Honest?” he asked, looking right into your eyes, you found a light and gentle look where you expected a dark one. “The girl that quit because of you is the daughter of our boss, and he’s ready to crush your band for what you did. I heard him talking about it this morning. And I know you’re doing your best for your band to succeed. If I had told you upfront you’d have dish my telling or start another plan that would certainly have failed. If I hadn’t told you, that would have been worst…”

“So it left you with only one thing to do…” you muttered, he nodded and sighed while stretching his back.

“Make you fall and let someone else take over, so you can keep a low profile and be out of danger…”

“That’s… Smart.” you looked at him for a while. “This mean we have to avoid each other for the rest of the travel.”

“Actually, we’re not deciding the teams anymore… So, we will discover tomorrow if my plan did work or not… If they put you and I together, that means this war between you and our boss still goes on. If you’re paired with Namjoon, I’ll just have to tell him to take the lead and you’ll be safe.”

“I see…” you bit your lips and looked down. As much as you hated to be dominated and the fact that he saved you, you were admiring his move here. “Why?”

“Why, did I do it?”

“Yes, you’re obviously the type who don’t care about anything… So it means you are earning something out of it, what is it?”

He didn’t answered right away, and looked away for a while he obviously was hiding something and this was making you cringe out of excitement. You wanted to know, you needed to be sure. There were only a few reasons why someone moved to protect: money, power, love (from carnal desire to friendship) and for some curiosity for human kind. He had no money to earn out of it, you being out wouldn’t make him richer. He didn’t want the power, obviously too lazy for it, it only left you the two other options. You got closer to him, with heels, you were as tall as he was, and you smiled when he blushed at how close you came.

“So, this is why…” you whispered in a sweet tone, making him look back at you. “You like me…” he smiled slightly.

“No… You’re looking great and to be honest I could enjoy a ride if you’re willing to. But I didn’t do it for this, I didn’t need to do this to have a shot at it…” You blushed at your own misunderstanding and took a step back, a way to refuse this ride. He nodded and sighed. “Well, at least I tried…”

“Answer, why did you do this?”

“For fun.” he said shrugging as if it was obvious. “I’m spending half of my life observing how everyone manipulates everyone, I wanted to give it a try, that’s it. And, I kind of have a grudge with my boss, that’s just a way to revenge, I guess.”

“I forgot revenge…” you muttered to yourself, looking at your feet mentally slapping you.

“Well, it’s a way to put it, but that’s not revenge… I’m just having fun here. You’re taking all this way too seriously, Y/N… Your life won’t end if you give up on some control. You really need to solve this, it’s going to blow up in your face one day. Namjoon is playing nice on you, because it’s amusing him, but he’s not usually this nice don’t misunderstand us. We have an aim, and we’re not here because we’re complying to people… Be a little more careful around him, he’s not as nice as he seems, if you go too far he’ll use it against you and if he join our boss… Well… I won’t help you.”

After hearing his words, you suddenly felt naked, exposed and in danger. You realized you were swimming in dark waters, surrounded by people as strong as you were. A part of you knew it, but you had closed your eyes willingly on it. He was right, you cared too much. You sighed and bit your lips looking away. Admitting it was killing you slowly.

“You’re okay?” he asked, coming closer to you.

You nodded, and looked in his deep brown eyes, finding some comfort and warmness that enveloped you, protecting you. You started to understand how the girls enjoyed to be ‘protected by your aura’ since you felt like he protected you. Two versions of you were internally fighting, the one wanting to surrender to his move and keep going with his plan, and the one wanting to fight his so called boss your way. This moment of indecision was someway comfortable, you could just relax. Someone had looked after you, took care of you, someway you didn’t understood. You felt kind of overwhelmed and thankful, as much as pissed and resentment. But, looking at him, the first one was winning.

“Please don’t come to me if there’s an issue… I don’t want to play anymore.” he finally said in a deep voice breaking eye contact with you, surprising you, you felt once again naked and cold as he left.

“Yoongi…” your tone was almost begging, and when he turned to look at you once again. “I’m…”

You shut your mouth as a manager came out of the kitchen. Yoongi just nodded and shrugged, going back inside, leaving you alone to think of what to do next.

You never had felt this lonely before this morning, it was almost making you sick. Thinking that you crushed your game yourself by starting it, was driving you crazy. You sighed slightly and closed your eyes, turning in your bed. The house was so silent, you could barely stand it anymore. You had tried to listen to music, ASMR, watch a movie, but nothing eased your anxious inner self. You hadn’t felt like this since you were a teen and you couldn’t help but turn and turn and turn in your bed, over and over again. You gave up on sleep and got out of bed.

The private beach linked to the villa was completely dark, the wind was playing with your hair and you closed your eyes listening to the waves coming and going in a steady rhythm. You buried your feet in the sand and rose your head to the sky. The stars were shyly shining. You felt kind of connected to all the elements here, water, earth, air… And fire burning inside of you. You smiled sadly and sat. It was a bit cold, and you regretted not to have put a pant instead of your pajama short and shirt. You laid on the beach and closed your eyes, slowly giving yourself up to the moment.

“You’re going to get wet…” said a voice next to you.

You frowned and opened your eyes only to find Yoongi sitting next to you, staring at the dark horizon as he threw you a cover. You smiled and sat, covering yourself, getting slightly closer to him, it made him smirk and look at you. You couldn’t help but admire the emptiness that lied in front of you, the sea was coming closer, it was only a meter away from you.

“Did I slept long?”

“It’s almost dawn.” he replied curtly. “So I guess, a three hours, maybe…”

“You’re watching me?”

“I heard you getting out, you’re not the Queen of discretion…”

“Can’t sleep?” you grabbed a handful of sand and looked as the wind spread it behind you as you left it go. “Me neither… I don’t feel so good.”

“I know…” he frowned and bit his lips. “You know, if you helped the girl, he’d drop the case, huh?”

“I know…”

You had spent the night thinking of a way to make up to the girl, but found nothing else than sending her to other artist that all were pretty much like you. She was clearly too weak for the job, and you already crushed her once. If you sent her to someone worst than you, it wouldn’t really help you. Thinking about it, you leaned your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. He didn’t mutter a word, but surprised you when his hand grabbed your side, bringing you closer to him.

“Share the cover…” he scolded, making you smile. “I’m cold too..” You simply obliged and sighed slightly. “I called a friend of mine, and told him you were looking for a job for a friend of yours… He said he agreed to take her with him if you gave him a chance to meet.”

“Meet?” you asked, unmoved, somewhere inside of you, you knew Yoongi would try to do something more, it felt so natural the way he silently took care of you, like he cared about you even though he didn’t knew you. “Like a date?”

“No, no… I made it pretty clear.”

“Who will she deal with?”


“Seriously, it’s worst than me!” you straightened your back and shook your head. “She’ll be…”

“Who cares, she’s hired because of you, that’s all they’ll ever know.” he growled. “All you have to do, is send her a note and a bottle of champagne… Write the apologies like you mean it, huh?”

“You didn’t do it?” you asked, looking at him faking surprised, when he blushed you smiled. “You did…”

“Well… I had to, you’ll never apologize. And my game wasn’t going to work anyway, you and I both know that they would have made the cut so you look like a bossy bitch. Which you are, but no one has to know…”

“What did I told her?”

“Something stupid: ‘You shouldn’t waste your talent on us, use it for some people bigger than us.’ I don’t remembered what I asked them to put on the card, in fact…” you nodded and looked at his profile as he proudly avoid to look at you in the eyes.

“Is this a way for you to apologize about this evening?” You saw him roll his eyes, confirming your idea. “Thank you…”

You bent and put your lips on his cheek. His skin was soft and cold, he froze at the moment your hot lips caressed him and closed his eyes. You rest your forehead on his temple and closed your eyes, slowly breathing out, taking a great care that it touched his ear making him smile slightly.

“I forgive you…”

“Just to be clear, you don’t deserve those apologies… You ARE a bossy bitch.” you nodded, agreeing, giving up on this fight, you had to admit it yourself, suspecting he had an ulterior motive. “But that’s just a way to hide yourself… Just like me and laziness.”

“I think, you really are lazy, though… Like the type of man who don’t even move during sex, pretending he’s enjoying it better.”

“You’re making it almost too easy for me to bring it out…” he smirked as you sighed and shook your head. “Come on, you can’t reproach me to try…”

“For a lazy kind, you’re working on this a lot…” you said getting your cigarettes out of your pajama pocket, he took the one you offered.

“I guess you’ll never know…”

“Give me a break!” you laughed as he empathize his reaction by shrugging. “I don’t want to know. You’re not the type I like…”


“Jungkook.” you corrected, he turned to you as you laughed.

“So you are a cougar… Poor kid, he’d be too scared to even say no to you.”

“You don’t have to worry, I won’t try anything… I just want this week to be over, that’s it.”

“I guess we all do…”

You gave a long look to Yoongi, he suddenly felt far away from you, even though you were so close you could hear his calm breathing. He was very beautiful, even if he was looking a bit like a kid sometimes… Here, was standing a man, staring at the ocean, expecting nothing but the waved to keep on moving. You turned your gaze to the waves and smiled when they reached your covered feet. You liked water, ever since you were a kid, and this was almost strange for you to not already be in it. This moment, when you decided to go for a swim, you realized he really made you feel protected, you turned your back on him and took your shirt off slowly. You knew he was looking from behind as you, took your bra off, then short and panties. You threw them a few meters away, and slowly got closer to the water. It wasn’t cold, just like the air maybe, and you enjoyed the wind coming to caress you breast and thighs.

When the water reached your hips, you turned to face him. He was standing on the beach, hands in his pockets, and eyes running over your body. You smiled as he started to take his clothes off. The spectacle was splendid, his skin was white under the moon rays, and it made your heart go a bit faster when he took his boxer off. Your eyes wandered to his dick and you bit smiled. He wasn’t hard, as you expected. He walked to you, and each step he took closer, you took back. He smiled stopping when the water covered his nudity, the water was licking your breast. Suddenly, all smile left his face as he looked behind you, you frowned as he took a few steps back, his lips forming “shark”. You froze and gasped, not daring to turn to check, you swim until you noticed his laughter. You sighed and stood up when you reached him.

“That was stupid!” you yelled, hitting his thin torso, he nodded and grabbed your wrist. “What if I had a cramp and drowned?”

“Well, you would have drowned…” he replied smiling, bringing you closer. “Because I’m too lazy to go this far…”

“Liar… You would have come.” you whispered, as his face went to your neck, his lips grazing the skin, his hand grabbing your hips and bringing your center to his.

“I most certainly would have…” his thumbs caressed your hips’ skin and his lips caress began to deepen, sucking on the skin. “So the rules… No hickeys, no bites, no…”

“What are make-up artist here for, then?” you asked smiling to the stars as he suck on your skin.

“Don’t mark me, my skin is too sensitive, it’ll never leave…” his hands tighten on your sides, and you drove your hands to his lower belly. “Really, you’re straightforward?” he left your neck and looked into your eyes frowning as your hands closed around his shaft. “I wouldn’t have think so…”

“Let’s say I wasn’t impressed by what I saw and was hopping that when you were hard, you’ll go bigger?” he shook his head at your amused tone and caressed your lips with one finger.

“I don’t have to be elephant dick to have fun…” he muttered, he opened his mouth slightly as you suck on his finger when he pushed them in your mouth. “Plus, what’s the fun if I have to be careful every time I move?” he asked, you nodded as he spoke the truth. “And if I’m not big enough for you, you can go back to your room…” He pushed his finger further and closed his eyes, hissing a bit as he got harder.

“Maybe I should…” You said, taking a step back, he threw his head behind, and you took time to take the sight he was offering to you in. Naked, in the water, the waves striking his balls, making him react even more.

“Honestly, I’d follow you up there, kick your roommates out and…” he stopped when you swam further until you weren’t able to touch the bottom. “Come on… Y/N! I don’t want to swim…” he called out when you went even further. “I just want you, not the sea…”

“Oh, quick question…” You stopped your run and looked at him, the water was reaching his belly. “Can we consider that you are currently fucking the sea?”

You both laughed and he shook his head, you dive into the water and swim back to him, stopping when you reached his thighs, you kissed them, going up and felt his hand going to your hair, caressing them, you kissed the tip of his cock and got out of the water, finding him with a serious face on.

“Is that too selfish and too dangerous to ask you to suck me underwater, or…?”

“A bit, yes…”  

You caressed his torso, not getting up and pushed him a little, so he was only half out of the water, the waves stroking his balls as you caressed his penis who got out of the water from time to time, you took a breath in and locked your lips around his tip. You enjoyed the ocean’s saltiness melting to the taste of his precum. He brought his hands to your head and helped you going up and down on him, your eyes closed, you could only imagine how the tension was building up in him by the strength he held you with underwater. You were going up and down, your body laying underwater, his eyes were roaming on your pale figure when they were open, he smiled just thinking of the situation, and one of his hand ran to caress your back who was going out of the water. He kept you under water around him, and when you release the oxygen you were keeping in, bubbles ran around his intimacy making him growl strongly enough so you could hear it, you smirked as he brought you back up, bending to kiss you with a passion that surprised you. He smiled, his eyes closed, pushing his forehead to yours.

“This is the most amazing thing I ever felt…” he finally said his breath short, you kissed him slowly. “You look like a siren down there..”

“I’m not done, yet…” he smiled and kissed you once again.

“Those words just became my favorite lyrics…”

He sighed as you took a breath to go down on him once again. You focused on his balls and tip for a few seconds, and felt him rush you to cover him completely. You obliged, letting him thrust a bit inside your mouth, he held your head and thrust gently, steadily, forcing you to drink some water, you pinched his thighs when the air started to miss, just a bit after you released the bubbles he liked so much around him, almost choking, he groaned violently and let you come back up. You cough a bit, as he hugged you tenderly, caressing your back.

“I can’t go back,” you muttered, apologetically in his ear when the coughing stopped.

“I guessed,” he kissed your shoulder “but that was amazing, you know, and… The sun is setting…”

You looked at the sky, getting clearer and sighed. It only meant you had an hour, maximum to keep this going. You looked at him for a while and he bent to kiss you, his hands running to your thighs, bringing your legs to his hips, he carried you to the beach, almost falling when he tried to sit.

“Muscles aren’t my forte…” he explained, as you sat on him, forcing him to lay on the sand, he sighed as your mouth ran from his neck to his belly. “Y/N… We don’t have time for this, really…”

“Oh? You’d refuse a blow job?” He nodded and caressed your cheek, you could see he was restraining himself from talking. “Come on, I’ve got ways to make you talk…”

“Come here…” He brought you to him and, hid your head in the crook of his neck “I can’t say something this cheesy when you look at me, I’ll die of embarrassment…” he cut you when you started to groan in disapproval, his honesty really had the power to silenced you. “I want the more intimate part… It’s reflecting how I feel better…”

You smiled, and kissed his skin as his hands went to cup your sex. His finger exploring the wet folds and suddenly engulfing in, making you sit on him. He was looking at you in awe, as his thumb ran on your swollen clit. To your defense, the underwater blowjob drove you crazy, and wetter than expected, his finger sliding with ease inside of you. You couldn’t help the movement your hips were following as he kept on caressing you faster. You bit your lips to keep your moan in, shyly. Offended by your restrain he pushed a second finger in, and a third in the following thrust, is thumb only accelerating. Your nails digging in his skin, you hissed and bending finally let a moan go. You were in a haze and when you felt his hands leaving your swollen bud and skin, you threw him the darkest look you had on shelf making him snort.

“That’s hell of an attitude, Babydoll…” he said sitting under you, making you slide to his still hard dick, you nodded and caressed him.

“I’m older than you, you should respect me a bit more…” he rolled his eyes up laughing.

“If I wasn’t respecting you, we wouldn’t be here, I would spend my day telling you you are dumb and…”

You silenced him with a kiss and grabbing the base of his shaft, slowly rose, bringing him to your entrance nervously. It had been a while since you lived this with someone, actually you couldn’t recall when. He kept you from going down, and kissed you, slowing you.

“Don’t go too fast…” he almost begged, laying down, his hand running to you nipples, rolling them under his fingers. “That’s the best part…”

You shared a long look, and you slowly impaled yourself on him, he arched his back groaning as you contracted your muscles around him. This stroke you as the best picture you had of him: him tensed under you, one hand gripping your hip, the other running to your neck, his black hair melting with the sand. Your hips easily found a slow rhythm, you clenched your walls around him every time you went back closer to him, making him groan. Only after a while, his hips started to join your dance, making his high closer. His hand around your neck started to close a bit. He was biting his lower lip, looking at you, tightening his grip, you almost jumped when you felt his other hand’s finger find your clit and circle it faster than you expected. His hand loosened a bit around your flesh, only to tighten a bit more, keeping your breathing away from you. You felt a rush of panic as he frowned and accelerated his thrusts. You stopped moving, unable to take the pleasure and rush of blood at the same time, making him smile of contentment as you tightened your walls even more around him.

“Enjoying?” he asked letting go of your throat, you nodded and caught his hand, bringing it back to your neck, bending and kissing when he brought you to his lips, his fingers cutting your breathing again.

You couldn’t really notice, how fast he was going on your clit, your head lighter than ever. You took a deep breath when he relaxed his hold on you for a few seconds before going back to it. You moaned as he kept his thrust and caress at a rhythm that brought you close to Nirvana, faster than you ever had been. Your walls closing erratically around him, forced him to let go of your neck, and clit, his hands grabbing your hips. Shivering over him, you felt a wave of pleasure strike your lower belly, and a second, and a third until you lost the count and his hand covered your mouth, keeping your loud moans away. His hand fell on your pulsing clit when you finally silenced, enjoying the astonishing pleasure of what was your strongest orgasm. As you almost fell on his chest, you heard him grunt as you felt his semen spilling inside of you in powerful squirt. You kissed him as he lowered his head to check on you, catching his breath. Kisses came one after another as your breaths calmed slowly, coming back to your senses as he slowly fell out of you.

“I think we should go…” Yoongi mutters kissing your forehead, and sitting you up. “If we don’t they’ll…” he fell silent as he turned to the villa and froze.

As you followed his look, you found almost all of your members waving at the two of you, while drinking having breakfast. Yoongi and you shared a long look, before laughing.

“Tell me you didn’t do it on purpose…!” you growled putting your shirt back on, Yoongi smirked as he found his pants.

“Well, I’d like to say this was one genius plan… But that truly only is a big mistake.”

“Pleasant one…” you said as you both got closer to the villa, he grabbed your hand. “That could have been worst…” he looked at you quizzically “There could have been a shark!” you said making him laugh.

Important Updates: ML, VLD, Halloween and more

FYI: I updated my FAQ page

Miraculous Ladybug:

Unless there is new content, I’m gonna put a hold on new Miraculous crack posting.  I haven’t had a post get enough views in the past few months to warrant spending as much time on them as I do.  A random blurb about Pokemon Go has gotten almost as many views as my latest Miraculous post, so I’m guessing the fandom is also on hiatus.  I’ll resume the ML crack if I get inspired :)

Lists of my ML posts:

ML Crack List #1

ML Crack List #2

Voltron: Legenday Defender

A few of you may remember that I left this fandom behind months ago due to the constant strife and hate spewing from it.  That doesn’t mean I stopped watching the show.

I enjoyed the last season of Voltron: Legendary Defender so much (best season of the show IMHO) that I’m slowly getting back into the fandom.  I’m avoiding the toxic shipping tags and just enjoying VLD for what it is: a love letter to the show that shaped my childhood and introduced me to my first cartoon crush(es).

You can find my previous VLD posts here:

VLD Master Post List


Expect to see more Godzilla posts once the American sequel comes out.  Or whenever I feel like it.  


I am a certified Halloween nut.  My daughter originally wanted to be Ladybug, and I was going to combine my yearly Halloween costume post with an ML post, but she decided to be a ghost.  Like, wtf kid?


I’m starting her ghost costume today and I’ll post the pic when it’s done.

See previous year’s costumes:

2014: Pumpkin Princess

2016: Werewolf (but she looks more like a plush toy); pic #2

I missed posting in 2015 (I was sick), but she was Little Red Riding Hood:

Pokemon Go

Updates on Pokemon Go from this post :) My husband got his phone on Saturday.  Since then, we’ve caught over 30 Pokemon from our living room (16 species).  Not only do we enjoy watching the squirrels in our back yard, but also the Pokemon xD

White Houses | HS Mini Fic | Chapter 4



Word Count 4.6k

It’s alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold onto your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses
My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it’s more common than you think
He’s my first mistake

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Swipe Right - Part 5


Warning: Just fluffy sweetness

A/N: What have these two lovebirds been up to since the last update? Let’s find out and see. Also a special shout out to my ladies @binbonsadoration and @la-fille-en-aiguilles and all my other Tumblr mutuals (you know who you all are) - this part is inspired by all of you. Also wouldn’t the end of this be amazing to happen ha ha 

Please note that I respect Ben’s personal life and this is fiction - I thought this photo was cute and captures our motley crew however. Credit to Ben Barnes Fan

Ben knocked on the door of his friends Calvin’s apartment, a bottle of wine in one hand and his birthday gift in another. It had been a week since he had seen you and he was anxious and giddy. After your first date, he had done an effective job of keeping you to himself for close to a month. Cole and Jen had finally intervened, Jen feigning sadness from the loss of her girlfriend while Cole refused to do the dishes until he had one on one time with Ben.

So you had relented and made a deal - you would not spend anytime with him so you both could give time back to your friends.

It had worked. By the end of the week, Cole was whining to have his favorite shipped couple cuddling on his couch and Jen had expressed gratitude for making her friend happy. After she yelled at you before. He still remembered the text he had got two days earlier, after leaving a bar with Jason and some other friends from the Punisher set.

He laughed, remembering reading the text in half amusement/ half fear. Everyone knew that Jen took kickboxing that she dragged you two and was especially protective of you, like a younger sister. 

He hoped he wouldn’t mess this up. He didn’t want to mess you and him up but now his balls were also at stake as well as his heart.  

The door swung open, the large sounds of music greeting him as Calvin smiles, outstretching his arms to give Ben a hug while screaming,

“Ben’s here! Now the party can officially start.”

Ben chuckles, patting his friend on the back before pulling away and walking into the lengthy hallway. He hands Calvin the bottle of wine, which Calvin immediately smiles quirking an eye up.

“Not bringing whiskey? What brought this on my man?” he asks and Ben shakes his head smiling, shrugging out of his jacket to hang on the jacket hanger.

“Figured you’re turning 38, you’re getting wiser. More classy. You have a steady girlfriend now…” Calvin quirks up an eyebrow as Ben finishes, “Also, you have at least five other friends who I know was going to bring you whiskey so I figured I’d mix it up.”

Calvin laughs, slapping his hand on the back of Ben as they walk to his spacious living room. The room was full of people that had been both of their friends for years. Like Ben, Calvin was originally from London and had moved to the states to join the Hollywood ranks. However, he had found pleasure in video editing and worked on large scale movies but they both had stayed good friends of the years.

“You have a photo booth?” Ben chuckles, pointing to the large booth that was being occupied by a group of women and Calvin shrugged.

“The girl I’m dating thought it would be fun, who am I to not make a woman happy?”

Ben laughs, shaking his head as he spots Cole who was engaged in a heavy conversation on the other side of the room. He waved at Ben but didn’t encourage him to walk over. Knew that his best friend and roommate wouldn’t do a thing until he found you. 

This was going to be the first time that you both were going to make your relationship public to your friends. You were both private people and it had surprised him when he had broached the topic over a phone conversation earlier that week.

“Are you going to Calvin’s thing on Saturday?” he had casually asked and you gave a soft sigh before replying,

“You know I am. Don’t even pretend that you didn’t think I was.”

He gives a low chuckle, shutting the door to his room before walking to his bed, falling backwards and looking up at the ceiling.

“Sooooooooo….”he begins and you emulate him, “Sooooooooooo.”

He bites his lip,

“So if I asked you to go with me as the girl I’m dating…that wouldn’t be weird or anything would it?”

You’re smiling on the other side of the line though you know he’s unaware of it as you say,

“Hmmmmmmm I don’t know. I don’t want to make this an official relationship thing…”

“No, no no! Of course not! This is strictly us dating - two people still getting to know each other.” he immediately says, sitting up in his bed and you laugh.

“Oh Benji, you know I’m giving you a hard time. Of course we can go and let our friends know we are dating.”

He gives a relieved sigh, falling back on the bed as he mutters,

“I just want to show you off to the world.”

“And you can but only if I can too.”

He smiles before saying.

“Of course. You can show me off as much as you want too,” he gives a low chuckle before whispering. “Now, are you finally going to tell me what bra you’re wearing or am I going to have to tease it out of you?”

You had ended the conversation a little after that, giggling that he was going to have to wait until Saturday for that kind of talk. Which he had to much to his displeasure - the rest of the week was full for you both. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a beer before saying hi to friends, his eyes diligently looking for you as he made quick side conversation.

It was when he was making his way make to the living room, resigned to chat with Cole and Jason until he found you that he heard your laughter. He couldn’t see you much to his dismay, and he resigned himself to continue to meet up with his friends, saying hi to them promptly before his eyes went searching for you again.

“Barnes? Barnes!”

Jason’s voice breaks his thoughts minutes later and he turns back to the tall man who is shaking his head as Cole watches on amusingly.

“Hey. What?” he asks and Jason rolls his eyes in an exaggerated motion.

“I said, where have you been man? I feel like you’ve gone AWOL these past couple of weeks. You get a quick gig you didn’t share with me?”

Ben shakes his head, a smile on his face as he turns back to the large room. Then he spots you. You’re getting out of the photo booth, your head thrown back in amused laughter as you help three other girls, Jen included from the cramped space. You’re wearing a v neck olive green dress that hugs your curves perfectly and flows around your knees, a brown leather jacket draped over your shoulders and ankle high brown boots. You had worn your hair loosely down and though you were far away, he noticed the lipstick you had thrown on, throwing an elegance to your face.

Even from where he stood he could see all the men in the room drooling over you, taking in your legs as it paired with the rest of your outfit. You were the perfect combination of woman - something sexy, bad and innocent all rolled up in a perfect body that was you. The kind of woman you want to get to know more and if you’re lucky take home and it was that realization that had him seeing red.

He wasn’t used to this new emotion - jealousy. He had dated plenty of beautiful women, dated a lot of women that he was proud to have on his arm and cared for but he couldn’t think of any that was making him unnecessarily overprotective like he felt right now.

“Damn, who’s she? She’s cute.” Jason whistles, taking you in and Cole laughs as Ben sets his beer down, making a fast beeline toward you. 

Like hell he was going to let the people in this room think you were even a possibility.

“You look like a monkey. Like an angry baboon.” you giggle as you look down at the photos of you, Jen, Steph and Mara that was taken moments earlier.

“A monkey? That’s rude dude.” Jen says, looking at the photo before laughing. “Though you’re right. My blue steel look does look the opposite of sexy.”

You shrug as you turn, your eyes lifting to find Ben’s. Unexpectedly you feel the air leaving your chest as he strolls over, his simple grey shirt hiding the muscles underneath his torso. His hair had grown out a bit since you had last saw him and was now falling across his face, over his eyes but he was paying no attention to it. His face held determination and it was all focused on you.

“Holy shit,” Steph whispers to you and your girlfriends. “Isn’t that Ben? Like Ben Barnes? Like Ben Barnes who plays Logan in Westworld? Damn he’s even more handsome in person.”

You barely hear her as he nears, the smell of his cologne consuming your space as he towers over you, his arms snaking around your waist before he bends down to kiss you.

It takes you off guard and at first you stand dazed as his lips press against yours. But then his tongue skims over your bottom lip, teasing you to open and you oblige easily, your mouth automatically molding to his. He smiles, deepening the kiss as his soft beard tickles your face and you sigh into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back fervently. Your fingers find their way into his hair as he pushes you back until your pressed against the photo machine and he moans into your mouth as his hands snake behind you, finding themselves placed comfortably on your ass.

Its when you hear hollering that you pull away quickly, your face already heating up in embarrassment as he rests his forehead against yours, his hair tickling your nose as he catches his breath, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

“Forgot where we were for a second…” he mutters and you smile, nudging him so he looks at you and he kisses your nose before pulling away, rolling his eyes at Calvin and his friends who are rooting for the both of you.

“Just had to remind these idiots that you’re taken. And let the women know that I’m taken. Didn’t mean to get so carried away.” he whispers in your ear before kissing your neck and turning back on his heels. You’re left shaking your head, watching him walk back to the group of men he had previously left, Calvin joining them before you turn to find Stephanie and Mara looking at you, their mouths agape.

“You fly me out here for the week….” Stephanie begins. Mara picks up where she has left off,

“You urge me to take a job in LA for this week…..” 

They both finish at the same time,

“And not once during the week you tell us that you know and are presumably sleeping with fucking Ben Barnes!?”

You slowly raise your shoulders in an innocent shrug as Jen coughs and chips in, “Oh they’re not fuck buddies. They’re dating. Like he takes all of her time now…well since three weeks ago.”

Both of the women look at you, disbelief and betrayal in their eyes and you groan as they both say in sync,


You push past them, making your way to the kitchen and they hastily follow you, hot on your heels.

“Come on, spit it out.” Steph urges and you turn, biting your lip.

“I was going to tell you. I was just….trying to figure out where to begin.”

“You begin with - ‘hey guys you know how I casually post pictures with Ben Barnes. Well yea, we’re dating. Also, did you know I know Ben Barnes like know him really well and just don’t have a Tumblr blog dedicated to him.’

“Wait, wait, wait - Y/N has a Tumblr blog dedicated to Ben?” Jen looks at you in question and you’re left groaning. Mara chips in,

“Yes! That’s how we all met.”

Jen turns to you and laughs.

“You can never judge me for stocking Jason Mamoa on Reddit ever again.” 

You cross your arms and shake your head, “Yes I can because you like stock him in actual places in L.A. Its unhealthy.” 

Jen imitates your movement, shaking her head, 

“No you can’t when you have a Tumblr blog dedicated to someone who is like literally one of your closest friend. Like been a good friend to you for years and is literally on the path to being your boyfriend. Besides, Jason just needs to meet me to know I’m wifey material.”

“What!?” Stephanie and Mara screech after listening to you and Jen’s conversation and you shrug, leaning against the counter.

“Yea…so you know how I have photos of the two of us on my blog sometimes. Its real time interactions that I have with him. So when we are casually out its because I’m casually out with him and usually Jen and Cole and friends.”

Mara and Stephanie are looking at you in wonder until Mara says,

“Wait, just to confirm, have you slept with him recently? Because if you have, that explains why your past SMUT stories have been like, really steamy hot.”

Stephanie nods enthusiastically in agreement as Jen’s mouth drops before saying,

“Wait!? You’ve written sex stories about Ben?! This is getting better - we should have all hung out earlier! so I could have known this secret life of Y/N.”

“Shut up!” you yell, throwing a soft punch at Jen before you all hear a deep voice behind you ask,

“Who’s been writing sex stories about me?”

Fighter of a Different Kind ~A Joshifer One-Shot~

Hey guys! Well this is a bit of shock isn’t it? Here I was saying I was writing about my MTV headcanons, and all of a sudden this pops up. Let’s just say that I hit a bit of a rut with the MTV story, and due to all the storms in my area, I got a bit inspired to write something else! This isn’t a headcanon or anything, but instead just a little story about Joshifer as parents. It was very fun to write, though I was up sulking about missing the lunar eclipse due to rain haha. I hope you all enjoy it, and without further ado…

Fighter of a Different Kind

Another bolt of lightning lit up the small bedroom, drowning the furniture and walls in a dazzling white color. And the seemingly deafening boom that followed was enough to rouse Josh from his sleep. It took him a moment to figure out what he was doing up so early in the morning, but yet another lightning strike closely followed by thunder confirmed his hunches.

Sighing deeply and rolling over, he gazed at his wife’s sleeping form, a small smile crawling across his face as he did so. Jennifer was tucked up tightly beneath the covers, a pair of black darkeners draped snuggly across her petite face.

Rolling his eyes with a crooked smile, he starred at the thin band of fabric shielding her blue-green eyes away from view. “That thing has more uses than I thought,” he thought in an almost envious fashion, wincing slightly as the room flashed to life from another lightning strike.

He realized that he would most likely not get back to bed with the storm raging on as it was, so he continued to watch protectively over the sleeping woman beside him. Her face looked so peaceful in her sleep, her lips parted ever so slightly. The blankets moved slightly with every breath she took, especially the area near her slightly rotund stomach.

Josh and Jen had found out that they were expecting almost two months ago, and of course, they both could not be more ecstatic. Josh of course, had catered to Jen’s every need, even this early in her pregnancy; her odd cravings, her mood swings, her slight pains. But he didn’t mind; he was happy when she was.

Almost in response to his thoughts, a small voice sounded from elsewhere in the house, rousing Josh immediately back to attention.


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So I’ve noticed that lately Jen has been liking wedding dresses on Instagram. And she also said this about CS:

“I think it’s interesting now that we’re looking at the relationship as a real relationship and the ups and downs that’s in a real relationship, and the intimacy that you discover when you know that you’ve decided that that’s the person you want to be with. I think that’s definitely stuff that we’re looking to start exploring between Hook and Emma.” (x)

We know Jen spent her last hiatus preparing Dark Swan, including her outfits, and that she always has a huge say in what Emma wears. I’m not saying she could be looking at wedding dresses for Emma, but I’m totally saying she could be looking at wedding dresses for Emma.

Please read Broke up (I) here first : 

Broke up (I)

I didn’t mean for this to be long but it couldn’t be shorten by any means.Thank you for reading. Hope u enjoy it.


Broke Up (II)

Sherlock did not bother to knock. He unlocked the door and let himself in. Molly was sitting at the edge of the open window, smoking. He had never seen her smoke. He did not even know that she could smoke at all.

Molly: (did not care to turn back and look) I am OK, Jen. Don’t worry. Sorry for smoking in here though, old habit dies hard.

Sherlock: (stood behind her) Care to share that to the rest of the class?

Molly turned swiftly and lost her balance. Sherlock quickly grabbed he wist and tugged her inside, into his arms.

Molly: Sherlock? Why are you here?!

Sherlock: I should be the one who ask, Molly, since I was left with an empty bed and a tedious cat.

Molly: Oh… I could not find Toby that night so I didn’t take him with me.

Sherlock: I didn’t come all the way here to talk about that cat, Molly.

Sherlock then pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He poured his longing for her into the one kiss.The taste of cigarettes which was still fresh in her mouth and the sweet scent of her skin intoxicated him. 

Sherlock: (whispered in her ear) I have been everywhere looking for you. I have never been worried and I was worried sick.

Molly carefully freed herself from his arms and stepped away, tears glistering in her eyes.

Molly: You are wasting your time here, Sherlock. Your long lost lover is back now. You should go back to her.

Sherlock: Lover? What are you talking about, Molly?

Molly: Miss Adler and you are the true drama queens. (grinned but sadly) Well, you, two, deserve each other that way.

Sherlock: The Woman and me? This is absurd, Molly.

Molly: (sighed) The only thing that she wants, is your attention, Sherlock. And you, you pretend not to care for her but I know, you actually do, very much. I guess it’s for best that I let you go.

Sherlock: Molly…

Molly: Please don’t, Sherlock. You know well that I am right. I saw it in your eyes, that night when you barged through the bomb squad, to save her life.

Sherlock: And you risked yours to save mine, Molly.

Molly: You know me, if it is for you, I will risk everything, Sherlock. Rather pathetic, aren’t I?

Sherlock: So you are breaking up with me?

Molly:  I will move out as soon as I can find a new flat.

Sherlock took Molly’s merely finished cigarette from the ashtray and sucked in whatever was left of it in one go.

Molly: I just want you to be happy, Sherlock. If my presence in your life is obstructing it, the most logical solution is to remove myself from the equation.

Sherlock: (Glared at her sharply) You are breaking up with me. How can I ever be happy, Molly Hopper. Tell me!

Molly: Sherlock, please…

Sherlock slumped down into the chair near by, closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Molly sat down on the floor close to him, leaning against the wall. After a long silence, he muttered under his breath;

Sherlock: I can’t allow it.

Molly: Pardon?

Sherlock: I cannot and will not allow you to walk away from my life, Molly.


To be continued

Broke Up (I)

A week earlier

A master criminal had been released and Irene Adler had become his primary target.

The Woman had used Sherlock’s (and now Molly’s) flat as her bolt-hole.

With Molly’s help, Sherlock and John had solved the puzzle and once again, saved Irene’s life.

Molly had caught the first train to visit her sister in York. Sherlock had searched for her everywhere like a mad man.


Jennifer (Molly’s little sister) opened the door and saw the famous Sherlock Holmes standing in her door step. Without a word, she slapped him across the face so hard that she hurt her hand.
Sherlock did not flinch even a little since he had someone in particular to focus on.

Jen: You promised me that you will cherish my sister, Holmes. And here she is, in my guest room, burning her lungs out with those bloody cigarettes.

Sherlock: Just let me in, Jen. It will save us a lot of time. I need to talk to Molly.

Jen: (sighed) Alright alright…come in but if you hurt Moll again, I will run you over with a truck, Sherlock. I promised you, I will.

Sherlock:(smirked) That’s very kind of you, Jen.


Jennifer showed Sherlock to her quest room. The detective held the baby Marble in his arms. It had been almost a year since he last seen Molly’s niece. Although the baby girl seemed to remember him well enough to whimper in protest when Sherlock handed her back to her mother.

Jen: It’s weird that Marble likes you so much. She pointed at you on the telly once and giggled like mad.

Sherlock: I tend to be quite charming to ladies.

Jen: (chuckled) Charming? I don’t think so. Maybe my baby girl unfortunately, shares Moll’s strange type. (Handed him the key) Here, in case she won’t let you in.

Sherlock: Molly is right, you are the smart one.

Jen: (smirked) Finally you know, Holmes.


Sherlock did not bother to knock. He unlocked the door and let himself in. Molly was sitting at the edge of the open window, smoking. He had never seen her smoke. He did not even know that she could smoke at all.

Molly: (didn’t care to turn back and look) I am OK, Jen. Don’t worry. Sorry for smoking in here though, old habit dies hard.

Sherlock: (stood behind her) Care to share that to the rest of the class?

Molly turned swiftly and lost her balance. Sherlock quickly grabbed he waist and tugged her inside and into his arms.

Molly: Why are you here?!

Sherlock: I should be the one who ask, Molly, I am the one who was left with an empty bed and a tedious cat.

To be continued…