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Yandere

Word Count: 1583

Genre: Yandere!Taehyung

|| He’s not crazy, he says. He’s fine, he says. Kim Taehyung tells himself the craziest things while he watches her from afar. He’ll do anything to keep her, anything to keep other men away from his precious angel. After all, he’ll always be with her.

Jimin Ver. | Tae Ver. 

Originally posted by taestylips

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Mirrors

Niall’s snap from yesterday had me feeling some type of way, so here’s some smut for y’all. Enjoy!

Italics= your texts
Bold italics= Niall’s texts

You had gone with Niall to the Modest!Golf offices that day because you couldn’t bear to be away from him that day. You had walked out of the bathroom, dressed and ready, to see Niall shrugging on his coat. You stopped in your tracks, mouth slightly open. He looked positively amazing. His new haircut, which you already loved, was styled in his usual quiff. His hair was now a gorgeous dark brown, with loads of natural highlights that were gleaming in the light of the room. He was wearing a cream-colored collared shirt with buttons, dark skinny jeans, and lace-up shoes. The coat completed everything. You knew that minute that you weren’t letting him out of your sight for the rest of the day. He noticed you staring at him and smirked. “Like what you see?” he asked. You snapped out of your stare and went about finding your coat and shoes. “Yeah, babe. You look good,” you responded, downplaying the fluttering in your stomach that he had caused. “Not so bad yerself there, love.” he told you, and you could feel his blue eyes raking up and down your body. You had opted for gray Vans, leggings, a white henley that was actually Niall’s, and you’d thrown a button up over top of everything. He walked up behind you and helped you into your jacket, placing gentle kisses on your neck as he did so. You moaned lightly, letting your head fall to the side. His lips coasted up your neck, by your ear, and on your jaw. You spun around, ready to lay one on him. “We gotta go love,” he said quietly. You pouted and rested your hands on his face, feeling the tickle of his stubble under the pads of your fingers. He smiled at you and placed what he thought was going to be a quick kiss on your lips, but you pressed yourself against him, deepening the kiss. Your hands ran down his body to rest on his chest. His resolve crumbled instantly, and his arms wrapped around your waist. His hands rested just above your ass, one slipping down to squeeze your bum. You smiled against his lips and slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting his toothpaste and something distinctly Niall. He pulled himself away from you, trying to regain his bearings, and rested his forehead on yours. “Yer killing me, darlin’” “Sorry. You just look so good. I want you so bad, baby,” you told him. “I know, and God I want you too, but we’ve gotta go to the office.” “Fine,” you sighed dramatically, exaggerating the injustice of not being able to jump your boyfriend’s bones.

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The Hot Springs Episode

This is for the @galraweek mini exchange. The recipient is @oldmythos pairing is Ulaz/Shiro.

I hope this is something you enjoy, cute and fluffy. (And I indulged in my love of hot springs)

Being the Defender of the Universe has it’s perks, like being able to get an entire bath house to yourself for a cultural exchange… and the opportunity to spend time with someone you like.

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Inhumans Part Two

Originally posted by laygion

Parts: One, TwoThree, Four, Five

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

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The Joker Diaries 3 [Joker x Harley]

A series of glimpses into the life of Joker, before and after he met Harley Quinn. Suicide Squad-verse. Warning: Contains explicit descriptions of smut, mentions of dub-con and non-con.
Summary: The clown couple are experiencing emotional difficulties.
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3. Zero Below

“There’s a fine line between love and hate.
And I don’t mind.
Just let me say that I like that
I like that.”


“Puddin’.” She lingered in the doorway, trying to find something to say that wouldn’t set off a tantrum or further broaden the divide between them.

He wasn’t looking at her; his gaze was focused on the new, even wider flat screen, where GCN was on. As if she was a mere annoyance that he tolerated enough to let live.

It tore at her heart and she decided to try again. Only wearing her favorite silky night gown, she walked over to the couch and stood silent next to him. He still paid her no mind.

She noticed an abundance of weapons surrounding him: knives were spread on the glass table in front of the couch and he wore his gun holster despite being in the penthouse. She had found at least two of his razors in the bed last night.

The past week Harley had tried to please him whenever she could without success. She was overcome with guilt at her overstep that night, when he had left in the middle of sex. Ever since then he had pushed her away in a way he had rarely done before; he was harsh and unrelenting when she begged him to please her, to let her make up for what she did, but he refused her touch. At night he would push her straight off the bed if she even attempted to snuggle up.

Harley missed his rough touches, his attention, those lingering looks he used to give her, like a lion waiting to pounce when she passed by.

She was determined to gain his trust back. The part of her that Harleen controlled had realized that his night terrors had a reason, even if he couldn’t remember why.

Even if he had pushed every memory into the far recesses of his mind it still stayed and tore at him. She knew she had helped him with that. During the extensive ECT at Arkham, she had shattered his last memories, even the ones he wanted to keep.

Slowly she sunk to her knees in front of him, trying to capture his gaze. “I’m sorry, Puddin’,” she tried again. She carefully placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the expensive black fabric underneath her fingertips. He tensed up, but didn’t move.

Finally he looked at her. She didn’t recognize his gaze; it wasn’t their usual hint of mutual understanding, an inside joke they shared. It wasn’t the way he looked when he lusted for her or even had any sort of reaction to her behavior. She didn’t know that look and it tore right through her heart. His blue eyes were not only cold and distant, but strange.

Suddenly she felt his hands in her hair. His fingers tightened and her heart fluttered. He chuckled quietly, an unsettling laughter that enveloped her in familiarity. Finally.

“What’s the matter, Harls?” He leaned forward, the sarcasm in his voice evident. “Can’t leave me alone for one second?” He pushed her away so violently her scalp burned and let go of her.

She remained sitting on the floor, stubbornly staring at him. “No, I can’t! This ain’t my Puddin’, this is just some sad guy that I don’t even know! Snap out of it!”

He growled and stood up in one fluid motion, but she didn’t back off. “You… really are testing me.”

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Becoming Me (Avengers x Reader) Part 2/?

Originally posted by guitarplayermrs

Warnings: Swearing, disturbing scenes, maybe a trigger?

Ft: Fury

Summary: Now that you are captured by the Avengers, you have to face a certain someone who wants to know what made you into the Villian you are. 

A/N: Thank you for all the support on Becoming Me. Now here is part 2, and I hope you all enjoy it! This is not my GIF and other parts will be done soon. Enjoy reading! If you have any request messenge me or ask me in my ask box.


You feel the heaviness of your body as you stretch out. Opening your eyes you wake up still a little groggy as you look around. Your vision is a little blurry, but you can still tell the room has a white cushion look alike wall. Rubbing your eyes slightly you look at yourself and around the room. 

You are on a twin white bed that at the far end of the room. On the opposite wall is a mirrored window. There is a bathroom looking place in an open corner, a small mirror above a sink and on the wall in front of you is a tv screen displaying a peaceful beach. Along with the same material that lines the walls cover the door, and the only sign it’s a door is by a silver lining on the edge of it. 

Looking down at your body you see you are wearing a white pantsuit thing that didn’t looking flattering on you at all. You swing your legs over the bed and let your bare feet touch the white, cold, tiled floor. You walk to the mirror window on the opposite wall. Looking at your appearance to see a healing black eye still in progress. You push your loose Y/H/C behind your ears before examining your left eye. Your Y/E/C is a contrast compared to the purple bruise forming around your eye. You smile putting your hands on your hips before looking straight into the mirror.

“This room has adaptive material to absorb my powers, right? Also the two way glass, nice touch. Who changed my clothes? I am not comfortable enough for any of you to look at me in my lovely underwear.“ You state smirking before walking back to the bed. “Imprisonment was the choice. I deserve this.” You state trying to conjure up a fireball, but nothing. “Boredom with imprisonment. Great.” You state before laying back onto the bed looking at the ceiling and thinking.


It felt as if hours have passed, but you knew it has only been about 45 minutes. Finally the door opens, but you turn away facing the wall. “Y/L/N, you have caused a lot of trouble.” You instantly recognize the voice, but don’t show any emotion.

“Yes, well I am very good at it.” You state before looking over at Fury, the man who has tried to capture you for years. You’ve been running around with any group that would take you besides HYDRA because they are just too damn serious for you.

“Yes, I’ve seen.” Fury has a tablet in hand and begins swiping through the screen. “You’ve had a tough childhood Y/N. Your parents both were addicts to various narcotics and very poor because of their addiction. Your parents were very verbally abusive to you, each other and your young sister.”

“YOU STUPID BITCH!” Your father yelled at you as you came home with a C on your finale from your Chemistry class. “You are worthless and talent less piece of shit!” Your father’s words cut you like knives.

“You’ll never be able to amount to anything you bitch!” Your mom yells at you with a bottle of cheap vodka in hand. You slouch looking down at your feet.

“What does that have to do with anything? Trying to figure out why I am who I am. Good luck.” You state with as much sass as you could before looking down at your shaky hands as memories come rushing in. 

“Despite that you had a 4.0 GPA. You got a full ride to Harvard for science engineering. You went, but before you got your degree you disappeared. Rumor has it that you were kidnapped by HYDRA to build a machine for them.”

“I am not building a machine that will create monsters for you.” You yell at the HYDRA commander who has you handcuffed to a table in a room that looks like one from those cop shows you watch. 

“Well you either build us those machines or your sister dies.” the HYDRA commander states as a guard comes in with your sister held against his chest and a gun pointed to her head.

“Y/N!” You sister yells trying to run towards you, but the guard holds her tighter to his chest and holds the barrel of the gun tighter to your sister’s head.

“NO!” You yell getting up and pulling against the handcuffs on the table. “Let her go! I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt her.

“One of the HYDRA agents we’ve kidnapped said you refused to build the machine, but they motivated you with the kidnapping of your sister. Is this correct?” Fury asks you with no emotion. 

“Yes that is true, so what?” You ask him trying to seem unemotional, but your hands still are shaking violently. 

“You built them the machine, but then you sabotaged it. There were consequences for that.”

“You little bitch!” the HYDRA commander yells at you as the HYDRA base starts to shake. Sparks are flying from machines that are malfunctioning. You had your sister behind your back as you back away from the HYDRA commander.

“You won’t be able to hurt anyone! I can’t let you!” You yell at him, and he scoffs at you before firing a gun at your leg. You fall to the ground in pain as the commander runs away.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Y/S/N asks you as you look at your leg.

“You need to leave Y/S/N. The machine is going to blow up the base. You need to go.”

“Not without you.” Y/S/N states determined to stay by your side.

“Please go! There are too many chemicals and radiation, you’ll die within seconds.”

“You’ll die too. I’m not letting you go. I love you.” Your sister says wiping a tear from your eyes.

“I love you too, but go! I have a better chance at surviving than you do.” You state, but it was too late the machine explodes sending waves of radiation and chemicals in the air and before you know it a blast is heard. You both are thrown across the perimeter, never seeing each other again.

“The machine gave you powers from the blast, but your sister didn’t make it. She died from the rubble making her chest cave in.”

“Stop!” you command looking at Fury angrily as the memories of you finding your sister come back. 

“You wanted revenge on the HYDRA commander, so you went on a man hunt.”

“I’m warning you, STOP!” you command as you feel your blood boiling and the tears threatening to leave.

“You tortured that man for weeks, but he never apologized for killing your sister. You eventually killed him from the lack of food and water, exhaustion and pain though.”

“STOP!” You yell standing up. Fury looks at you surprised, but you take a deep breath before you lay down and turn facing the wall to hide your face as tears came out. Fury’s feet are heard walking towards the door. “I didn’t mean to.” You whisper out loud enough for Fury to hear. This causes Fury’s footsteps to stop. “I didn’t mean to kill him. I didn’t want to kill him. I’m sorry I took him from his family.” You whisper at the same volume and then the silence in the air falls down on you two. You hear his footsteps start again after a moment and then the door opening and closing. You let the tears fall freely as the memories of the man’s screams, blood and then his last plea of him living for his little girl and wife. 


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Don’t forget - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Still busy with school and having some trouble writing the requested stories :o But I thought I’d give you some pure fluff, creating smiles on your faces hopefully :3

Words - 2,677 sheesh that’s long

Warnings - FLUFF! ♥, language shit, nothing else :3


A/N: Not my gif ^^


With a sigh of content you leave the shower, dry yourself a bit and wrap the towel around your body. The hot steam filled the room, the mirror foggy and water drops running down the white wall tiles. Your hair lays on your shoulders, a bit messy and still dripping. Your back, shoulders and neck feel a lot better after the massage of the hot water pouring down on you. 

The training with Natasha was exhausting. She pushed you to your limits. In another life she would’ve probably been a really good training coach. In the end you always had sore muscles, but she told you, that just if you had sore muscles, you knew the training was working. But this time she was a bit nicer…she seemed a bit distracted. Maybe it was because of the new assistant Tony had employed, who was adjusting something on the computers in the gym. Well, you can understand why Natasha had laid eyes on her. She is quite attractive and a wallflower just like they get described in romantic books. And she is quite dorky and her clothes just screamed ‘tech-nerd’, but Natasha has something for these kind of girls. You laugh to yourself, remembering Nat’s confidence getting blown away the second their eyes meet. 

You walk over to the door to your bedroom to get your clothes. You open it, stopping for a second when you see the figure sitting on the middle of your bed. He stared at your sheets, not noticing you first, being drawn too deeply into his thoughts. You hold onto your towel, as you walk into the bedroom, trying to calm down your shaking legs.

“Sup, Bucky?”, you ask casually, getting his attention on you. His icy blue eyes, that always make your heart stop, wander down your figure, his cheeks covered with a slight blush. You walk over to your dresser and open it, trying to find an outift for today. You felt his eyes resting on you, your body getting weak under his gaze.

“Can we talk?”

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breaking all the rules - nsfw, hartsquaredbig, au

I’m not entirely sure where on earth this came from but I wrote it whilst watching the England football match. It’s hella AU, hella out of character and hella smutty. What could possibly go wrong. It features all of the ships - hartbig, mace, hartsquared and hartsquaredbig so your otp is featured somewhere along the way.

Please read and like/reblog because it will make my little heart happy.

Josh x

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Creepypasta #737: He Left Me Out In The Snow

Length: Super long

Until very recently when I retired, I worked as a hypnotherapist, and I feel enough time has passed that no codes of conduct will be breached by me sharing something very odd that happened to me several years ago.

Due to personal circumstances I had been forced to relocate. New city, new house, new practice. I wanted my practice to be in the city center so you can imagine the rent was exorbitant. Having relocated I was building my client base up from scratch so money was pretty tight, leaving me very little for my personal accommodation. 

The house I had rented meant a fairly long commute to work as I couldn’t afford anything anywhere near the city. I was however hopeful about it all. I was still young enough to thrive on a challenge, I was confident I could build up my practice again as I had before, and quite frankly I was glad to be out of a marriage that should never have happened in the first place.

Of course, the first day things got a bit odd I didn’t actually realize they had, as is often the case. I left for work as usual on a lovely sunny morning, said hello to my neighbor, and stuck my tongue out at her two children who were playing in the front garden. I hopped into my beat up old mini and drove the 40 minute drive into the city. 

I drove round a few of the streets looking for an out of order parking meter and by a stroke of luck I found one. Free parking for the day! Money really was that tight that even all these years later I remember thinking today was going to be a good day. I bought myself a newspaper off a street vendor, as I fully expected to have the morning to myself and this was way before the internet. My client base was still small, and as far as I was aware I only had two patients in the afternoon.

My office was located ground floor of a listed building. In case you’re unfamiliar with the phrase, a listed building in the UK is an old building of historical interest. There are a lot of rules about listed buildings, which basically mean that the building must be kept as close to its original condition as possible, which ultimately means while they can be beautiful, they can also be a bit cold and drafty.

On this particular Monday morning the sun had been beating through my office window and it was lovely and warm in there. I made myself a cup of tea and sat back in my chair to read my paper. I was just about to doze off when there was a knock on the door.

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The for Secret Haunted # 39. In the gift exchange. This is only part one. I wanted to write the whole thing out for you but I made the executive decision to break it into two parts. I wanted to make sure you got your gift on time and now you have a second part to look forward to! Also this picture is hella dramatic. Hope you like this fic. I tried to catch all the mistakes.

Pissed off did not do the feeling justice. A heavy sense of betrayal and personal insult manifested themselves into an acidic burn at the back of his throat. It soured his mouth. Or maybe that was the acid reflux…he hadn’t been eating well lately. He held back the urge to cough up whatever foul tasting thing had crawled into his esophagus and stared the Internal Affairs agent right in the core of his arrogance.

“I was just reviewed. Check your papers.”

The agent, a pale and square shouldered male with a receding hairline and steel eyes, remained cold and casual.

“We are aware, but in light of recent events we just want to make sure you are up to snuff.” Nothing about him moved, he didn’t fiddled his hands or check the time, only stared down the lion of Sebastian’s rebellion.

“Recent events. Is that what her disappearance being called?” Sebastian hissed and side-stepped to face the agent. The hallway was long and well insulted, not even the shuffle of his feet resonated. Catching his comments ignored he continued with a little dejection. “A detective’s performance should speak for itself. This isn’t even rookie crap and it’s not necessary.”

The agents face never changed but his voice pinged with amusement. “Then show us it’s not necessary.” He leaned and jerked open a metal door, it squealed in the frame and yawned low. Sebastian entered slowly with their eyes locked.  Breaking contact he kicked out a chair and sat with a measured patience.

“Just in time.”

Sebastian turned to find the man facing down the hall with a professionally cold smile.

Joseph materialized from the left of the door frame, sighing indignantly and rolling back his white sleeves for comfort. “Lets just get this over with.”

The agent addressed Sebastian and explained.

“We ask your partner to play your suspect, you two are on good terms, right?” Either knowing the answer or not caring for one he closed the door behind Joseph with a painful scrape.

Joseph signed again and crossed the small interrogation room, giving his partner a whelp raise of the eyebrows as he sat in the suspects chair. Sebastian replied with scrutinizing silence. Joseph averted his eyes and shifted uncomfortably. The suspects chair was not meant to be a luxury. The arms were too thin, the seat slippery, all sides sharply cut, and the back stopped midway up the the spine. He dug a rubber heel into the floor to keep himself from sliding off like a wiggly two year old.

“I guess we should start.” The older man huffed.

A brief nod from Joseph. “Guess so.”

As Sebastian opened his mouth the steel door screamed open again.

“One moment, gentlemen.” The pale agent returned, handcuffs swinging from two fingers.

Joseph’s eyes grew in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“If we want to do this right…” The agent zipped the hoops around Joseph’s slim wrist and the arm rest. The lean detective gave them a bewildered tug as the agent strut out again.

Leaning to the side with an irritated grunt Sebastian fished for his cigarettes.  “Tell me, agent…” The man stopped and his head twisted sharply.  “What exactly am I interrogating Joseph for? What am I trying to get him to admit?” He opened the box, paused as he stared into it, disappointed in the what he saw he returned it to his pocket. That last cigarette would need to be rationed.

“That’s for you to find out, Castellano. You’re a detective, Oda isn’t a saint, find something.”

“What?” A sharp eyebrow twitched. He’d had too much to drink last night and too much coffee that morning.

“If you are so good, detective, get Joseph to confess something….anything.” For the first time since they met that morning the agent betrayed his enjoyment to Sebastian’s face. His thin mouth curled at one edge and his eyes shined.

Handcuffs clattered. “I didn’t agree to that.”

The agent didn’t acknowledge the protest, simply stepped out in two steps and paused at the door handle. “Continue.” Then he was gone.

Joseph’s mouth hung open with a breathless laugh. He instinctively lifted his hand to rub a temple, the bound hand snagged and rattled. He relaxed in exasperation. Inhaling deep he faced Sebastian.  “Well, alright.” His partner was still staring hatred into the door, trying to intimidate a ghost. “Seb.”

Sebastian straightened his back.  “Fine…”  

He had nothing in front of him. Just a table, a two-way mirror, tiled walls of a bye-gone era color, and a doe-eye ‘suspect’. His partner blinked and had become steady, ready to calculate. He suddenly realized he knew nothing about Joseph. Yeah, he knew his eating habits, his quirks, knew exactly how he fixed his glasses, could decipher certain silences, he could even pick out his immaculate posture among the inner city crowds like a lighthouse in fog, but he didn’t know Joseph. Even so, just a few days before he’d learned more about Joseph than he ever preferred. But it wasn’t time for that yet.  His mind turned. When he finally spoke his suspect’s shoulders bounced.

“So, Joseph…”

“Yes?” Joseph was playing a cooperative criminal.

“We’ve known each other for a while…” Sebastian leaned back and relaxed his posture.

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

Sebastian nodded and eyed his work boots spread under the table. “So you’d say we know each other pretty well?”

Josephs head waved side to side as he rolled his eyes in speculative thought. “Hm, yeah, within reason.”

“Reason.” Sebastian echoed. His hands were in his pockets and eyes becoming level with his partner. “How many hours a day would you say we spend together?”

Joseph hummed thoughtfully but answered without hesitation. “Anywhere from six to ten hours. Maybe even more.”

Unwavering, Sebastian’s head bobbed in agreement again. He paused to run his eyes around Joseph’s person and provoked a narrowed-eye response. Satisfied, he continued.

“Do you think it’d be within reason to say it’d be difficult to hide things from a person you see six to ten hours a day? Maybe more?” A thick hand came out of a pocket with a lighter pinched between it’s fingers. The small zippo was speckled with scars.

Joseph skipped his eyes to it, then back to his partner. “Yeah, I’d say so.” His voice was flattered than before, less humoring.

A silence lay between them and the overhead light buzzed. Sebastian cleared his throat and knit his brow, as if just considering some puzzling fact. Joseph took in a slow and deep breath.

Eyeing the table in mock thought Sebastian leaned forward and rested his elbows down. “You remember that call we had a few nights ago? Real early, around three am, you remember it?” He looked up and his forehead remained furrowed as he waited.

Joseph’s back never shifted and his limbs stayed still. “Yeah, that was a long morning.”

“Yeah, it was. I picked you up, remember? Where was it that I picked you up at, Joseph?” The lighter began to spin. Joseph didn’t look at it this time.

“In the Village area, at the park.”

“Yeah….” The older detective examined the lighter. “ …the park.” Again there was silence as the lighter twisted, the fluorescent glow smacking the surface.

A gloved finger hopped on the armrest. Joseph tried to convey annoyance but he was surprisingly anxious, perhaps it was just the caffeine.

“What were you doing in the park, Joseph?”

A black eyebrows jumped above the rim of glasses. “Walking.”

The lid of the lighter snapped and dark eyes flinched.  

“At three am? Five miles from your home?”

The handcuffs rattled with a shrug. “It was a long walk.” There was a pause. “I had been visiting with someone that lives in the area.”

The lighter snapped again. “Pretty late for a weeknight.”

Joseph’s brow wrinkled in offense. “I out grew my curfew at sixteen.”

Sebastian nodded once but didn’t respond. After four heartbeats Joseph continued. “I didn’t want to loiter outside their house and spook the neighborhood, so I met you at the park.”

“That seems like a decent explanation, a reasonable answer.” The lighter returned to its pocket. “Where was your wife that night?”

Joseph turned his head away and let out a humorless laugh, mocking the question then turned back. “At home in bed, I assume.”

“Sad.”

“You’re full of it.” For the first time that morning there was heat in Joseph’s voice. “I’m done, get to the point.”

It was Sebastian’s turn to laugh, once, deep in his chest and rough with rust. Teeth peered through his thin lips, his unintentional way of showing dissatisfaction. “You didn’t want me to see who you were with.”

The slanted eyes of his partner didn’t move. It occurred to him suddenly that he couldn’t consciously recall the last time those doll eyes blinked. Had they always been this unreadable? He resumed, his words level and cool.

“The Village area is nice. Sort of a family area. Kids, dog, two parent households.”  Sebastian paused again, daring to really challenge the black of Joseph’s eyes. “The kind of families with one parent at home and one at work. Work that keeps them away at odd hours. Odd hours similar the ones you seem to like.” Finally, those heavy lids flinched. “Maybe one parent stays home and gets a little lonely…”

The immaculate mold of the lean detectives face had broken, the skin along his jaw growing taunt. “Maybe you’re full of shit.”

“Or maybe Joseph wants something else in the bedroom.”

The temperature of Joseph’s voice dropped and the tone smoothed out like receding waves. “Fuck off.”

“Is she married, Joseph?”

“You’re showing your ass right now.”

The veteran didn’t blink and he didn’t look away. “Is there kids?”

Joseph’s mouth went tight and the muscles of his jaw twitched, he turned his face away to look somewhere beyond the wall.

“That’s fucked up, Joseph.” The seat moaned as the detective leaned back, suddenly tired.

Joseph’s voice barely escaped his throat. “Don’t tell me about fucked up.”



THANK YOU DETECTIVE, THAT WILL SUFFICE.

Both men jumped at the pop of the intercom.

There was a waiting after that, a white flag moment before the agent reappeared at the doorway looking as bored as before.

“Good job getting into your partner’s personal affairs there, detective. I’m sure he’ll really have your back from now on.” His arm flicked and something small twinkled across the room. Sebastian caught the little key in one palm.

“Did I pass?” His tone barely made it a question.

The agent smoothed his tie and sports coat. “That’s my favorite part, detective, that’s for me to know and you to find out.”  Sebastian huffed in return as the agent offered a customary and unfriendly smile. “I’ll be on my way, gentlemen, we appreciate your cooperation and hope you have a a good afternoon.”

The door swung closed and Joseph rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand while the other flexed its fingers, the noisy restrains tacking against the metal chair. “That was weird. What was the point of this?” Getting no response he eyed his partner and found him staring down the door.

“Seb.”

He slowly moved his eyes away from the door, not at all trusting of it’s silence, and finally let his gaze meet the others.

“Thanks for playing along.” Sebastian felt like his face showed every bit of his whiskey flu. His stubble was starting to itch and teeth drier than ever.

“Heh, thanks for starting a rumor that I’m now seeing a married woman.” He gave a short laugh but there was no humor in Sebastian’s face. Joseph swallowed and eyed the tiny key balled in his partner’s fist. “So you gonna let me rot or….?”

The older man examined the key with a lazy consideration and pursed lips. Joseph’s fox eyes narrowed in suspicion as the key disappeared beyond the table and joined the lighter deep in the pockets of Sebastian work trousers.


“We aren’t done talking yet.”

Preference #7 Rainy Day Spent Inside [Requested]

Scott: “Stop it.” The protest was playful, the plea in winded whimsical laughter. “Then say it.” Scott bargained, a handsome lopsided smirk on his beige mouth as his calloused fingers danced over the delicate flesh of your exposed ribs. “Scott.” You groaned, squirming under his athletic frame as he straddled your waist. “It’s only gonna take three words.” He coaxed; a hoarse chuckle rumbling in the depths of his bare chest as he brushed his fingertips down your sensitive sides again. “You win!” The exclamation of surrender ceased all movement, milk chocolate irises examining each of your soft feline features; he was completely smitten with you. “Best boyfriend ever.” You murmured in feigned annoyance, even though, truth be told, Scott really was the best boyfriend. He knew how much a rainy day affected your mood, for the worst, so he’d taken it upon himself to keep you in good spirits; the evening consisted of take-out, cuddles and wrestling. “I love you.” Scott admitted, easily supporting himself as he hovered over your breathless panting body. “I love you too.” You smiled, taking the opportunity to take the upper hand. “Now, let’s cuddle some more.” With a joyous giggle, you hopped off of your boyfriend and settled onto the sofa waiting for the Alpha to gain his composure and join in.

Stiles:  “I’ll be back in a few hours.” Sheriff Stilinski knocked on the doorframe to add emphasis to his presence, Stiles paused the intense game of zombies the two of you had been enthralled by most of the morning, the rain had put a damper on your date day. The Sheriff glanced between you two, the corners of his mouth in a subconscious smirk at the scene of his smitten son and his sweet girlfriend; you sat at the edge of twin sized mattress with an Xbox controller in your grasp, Stiles sat on the plush grey carpet with his back against the mattress with his legs crossed and your legs on either side of him. “Don’t get into any trouble.” He stated as he pointed an accusing finger at his son, light eyebrows rose as he rethought the exiting statement. “Just don’t, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He sighed as his son tilted his head back, landing on the mattress between your knees as his warm cappuccino irises glanced up at you with a devious glint. “Stiles.” The Sheriff’s voice was authoritive as he pointed at his teenage son again, silently begging him to just be ‘good’ for once in his seventeen years of life. “We’ll behave, Sheriff.” You giggled, pinching your boyfriend’s neck earning a howl of pain. “Thank you, Y/N.” The Sheriff chuckled before leaving the room. Stiles continued pouting as he unpaused the game, the screeching of flesh hungry zombies echoing throughout the bedroom. “Can’t we get into a little trouble?” Stiles inquired as he shot you a hopeful glance over his broad shoulder. “I promised.” You stated matter of factly, grinning triumphantly as you received max ammo and shot a pair of zombies in the skull. “God, you’re hot.” He murmured glancing between you and the screen, earning a seductive wink before you pushed his face away, giggling as he huffed in exasperation and continued playing.

Isaac: The mattress shook, Isaac’s glistening body falling beside you in complete exhaustion. A sprightly giggle jolted the werewolf’s steel heart, the muscle drumming against his ribcage as it fought to regulate itself. Calloused fingertips brushing nimbly over your delicate sun kissed skin, Isaac closed his eyes tightly wishing so desperately that he could freeze this very moment in time. There was nowhere else the lycan would rather be; engulfed in the lavender scent of your smooth bare skin as your naked frame nestled tightly against his own. “I love you.” His hoarse voice whispered against your ear, breath setting the skin aflame with a crimson blush, the storm outside long forgotten. “Mm, I love you.” You reiterated, nuzzling your nose against his damp athletic chest. “Yeah?” He questioned playfully, twirling a strand of your silken hair around his finger as he bit his bottom lip, aquamarine irises taking in each of the angelic feline features he’d fallen so helplessly for. “Yeah.” You nodded, a subconscious smirk on the corner of your mouth as a handsome smile consumed his alluring mouth. This was definitely how you’d like to spend every rainy day.

Derek: The downpour outside was beating against the roof tiles, nature’s whimsical music filling the quaint remodeled bathroom. The warmth of a pair of muscular arms wrapped snug around your lean shoulders was comforting; the soothing sway of the sweltering bubble bath lulling your senses to a drowsy trance. The bathroom was humid, steam eclipse the wall-mounted mirror rolling over the maroon tiled floors, the atmosphere calming the tension from a supernatural drama filled week. “You’re beautiful.” Derek’s deep voice murmured against the temperate flesh of your shoulder; tender kisses trailing up the crevice of your lean neck, heated lips ending their journey at the base of your right earlobe. “So perfect.” He whispered, nuzzling the damp silken ringlets near his ragged cheekbone. “Stop.” You giggled shyly; the smitten compliments were still foreign coming from those tempting taupe lips. Derek’s demeanor seems to have softened since his loss of Alpha status; he was more attentive to your needs, a tad more trusting and more affectionate. It wasn’t to say he never possessed the qualities before; they were just amplified by the power loss. “You are.” He chuckled, proficient hands gliding down your thighs, affectionately squeezing the moistened flesh. “And you’re all mine.” He murmured above a whisper, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist as he pressed his palms flat against your abdomen. The remainder of the evening was spent in the bath until the bubbles disappeared and both your limbs were wrinkled. 

Go Vertical. Built-in storage units on each side of the tub adds both style and function to this beautiful bathroom space. We love that bath salts, towels and other bath necessities are within an arm’s reach.