ok i really do need to go to bed now

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the calendar // panic! at the disco

If you should be the last autumn leaf hanging from the tree

I’ll still be here, waiting on the breeze, to bring you down to me.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.

And if it takes forever, forever it’ll be.

Sorry if I wasnt really active, I have my intensive class this week, meaning that I have to draw non stop for 6 hours with onlumy 2x 10 mins break ahaha. I took this class to improve the way I draw nature and I guess background in general?? so the entire class draw outside. But its like fucking hot in Paris right now so it makes it even more difficult ahah. And I have a lot of homework to do but I just finished it ;;; Now I’m going to bed since I only slept 3 hours last night ahah dont kill me Anyway I love you all a LOT! I will never stop to say this eheh. And also sorry to all the people that I hurted, idk who but really sorry. OK NIGHT NIGHT💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Third Wheel (Part 5)

Hello, it’s finally here! I’m sorry it took so long. writers block. Also, @mutantgurls you were so right???? i was writing some promtps and for some reason i finally had the motivation to write the end of this asldñksadñlksd i send you all my love♥ 

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Part 4
Part 6

Ao3: Tocame andale vato >:| 

(More undercut :v ) 


-“Are you guys serious right now?” Said Lance, drawing everyone’s attention to him and shocking the alphas by the hostility on his voice. “Oh my God, you guys are serious! No, this is bullshit. You can’t pretend i don’t exist, think only about each other and then claim me as yours. Do you know how fucked up is that?!” 

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Leg Day

Originally posted by younglion-seunghoon

Genre: U guessed it, Smut. 18+

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Seunghoon (Winner)

Summary: You test out Seunghoon’s self control after not having been together a while. 

A/N: This is for the person that requested Hoon smut! Sorry it took so long life is a bit hectic at the moment. Thanks soooo much for requesting. <3 (I will prioritize requests over other things, but they might take a while. I’m generally a pretty slow writer too.)

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7. Payment

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 4435

Warnings: Dubcon, filthy, filthy smut

Thumbnail made by @1vyprincess


How that precious bit of information was already known left Jungkook in disarray. He had figured that it would come to light eventually, but not this soon! He was still enraged and terrified and adamant on staying as far away as he could, but this…this changed everything. He was getting increasingly furious at himself and his own offensive stupidity that he began feeling nothing at all. And that was all the more frightening.

At least it was a public place. Crossing the street and trudging toward the restaurant, Jungkook vowed to himself that he wasn’t going to let anything get under his skin. It already took a ridiculous amount of effort convincing Yoongi that he was well enough to go out on his own, so he wasn’t going to waste anymore time than he needed to. Unfortunately, the moment he caught sight of that familiar face, it took everything in him not to immediately turn heel and run. His stomach began churning with severe unease, and his throat tightened. He stared hard at the worn city concrete, refusing to look up again. When he entered the restaurant, one of the hostesses greeted him with a smile that went unseen and asked if he was a party of one. Ignoring her except for a small shake of his head in response, Jungkook apprehensively made his way toward one of the booths by the large windows and sat down.

Namjoon made no sign of acknowledgement at Jungkook’s arrival, but rather continued typing on his laptop, concentrating on the screen separating the two. He was dressed as casually as any other pedestrian; only a closer look at his clothes hinted at designer brands a cut above the rest of the people surrounding him. His emotionless eyes followed the words he was typing from behind a pair of thin, circular, metal frame glasses.

Jungkook had already received the juice he ordered by the time Namjoon closed his laptop and began placing his own order for food. It went silent for a moment before Jungkook realized that the waiter had asked what he wanted. “Oh…no it’s ok I’m not-”

“He’ll have the same,” Namjoon interrupted. The waiter looked between them with a mildly confused expression for a moment before finishing the order and filing away the situation as ‘not-his-business’. With the waiter gone, a heavy silence fell over the table. Namjoon fluidly swept off his glasses to clean them while Jungkook stared blankly at the condensation dripping down the side of his cold glass. He didn’t want to be here. But he had to come.

His fingers clenched around his phone. The phone that held the weighty, threatening message. The message that burned a hole in his hand and in his chest when he read it.


We need to talk about Yoongi.


“I’m going to assume that Yoongi is who you’ve been living with for a while,” Namjoon said, breaking the silence. He put his glasses back on and glanced indifferently at Jungkook. The sound of Yoongi’s name on Namjoon’s tongue made Jungkook feel sick.

“How do you know about him? I don’t remember mentioning him to you.” His voice was fucking shaking. He sounded like a scared child and he hated it. He wanted it to stop.

Namjoon cleared his throat. “Well, you see. After our first…session…you appeared to fall into some sort of panicked trance. You wouldn’t respond to me, but instead called out for your Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook tensed and clenched his jaw. “It was quite startling, if I’m honest,” Namjoon continued, “but I figured that you were in no state to return home on your own since you couldn’t even stand, so I brought you home.” Namjoon smirked at the replaying memory. “I do say, he does have quite a feisty, protective guard over you…it almost seems like he’s, well, more than just your hyung.”

Jungkook’s fists curled in his lap, and he could feel his face contort with shameful fury. “How did you know where to find him,” Jungkook seethed, raising his eyes to meet Namjoon’s.

“You called out to him several times, and since he was so obviously important to you, I asked where he was. You told me. I took you there.” There was no change to Namjoon’s calm and collected demeanor. Not a single giveaway.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

Jungkook dropped his gaze, and silence descended over the two of them once more. The waiter returned after some time with two bowls of Namjoon’s order―jjajangmyun with pork, beef, and kimchi. It looked good, and the smell made Jungkook’s stomach growl quietly even though he didn’t have much of an appetite left. Namjoon thanked the waiter and began eating. Jungkook timidly followed suit, slowly eating only small amounts at a time.

“So why am I here,” Jungkook questioned after swallowing down what few mouthfuls he could.

“To talk.”

“About Yoongi, I know. What else is there that you want to know?”

“Well first, I’m going to clarify that you two are indeed in a relationship far more intimate that just ‘hyung’. Second, we need to discuss what happened that night. And third, be mindful of your tone.”

Jungkook bristled but kept his voice as neutral as possible. “Yes, he’s my boyfriend. And what happened was just because I have issues with my heart and lungs. Some symptoms are similar to panicking seeing as they don’t work properly sometimes.” He had prepared his lie days in advance. Namjoon didn’t deserve to know the truth. Only Yoongi.

Namjoon studied him for a moment, a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes before continuing his meal. “Eat,” he urged, gesturing with his chopsticks.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Did you already have dinner?”

Jungkook hesitated for a second and mentally kicked himself for doing so.

“How long have you gone since your last meal?”

“Eleven…for brunch.”

Namjoon stared at him. “You’re telling me that you’ve only had one meal today and it’s been nine hours since? Jungkook, I don’t care if you don’t want to eat, if you don’t have an appetite. Appetite is in your head. Physiologically, you need food right now. Please eat a little more at least.”

“Why does it matter to you?” Jungkook blurted irritably. He was frustrated with Namjoon acting like he cared; it just made things more uncomfortable.

“Because I need you to first, be healthy because it’s important to take care of yourself, and second, to have energy for later.”

“Later?”

“Yes, later tonight-”

“No.” Jungkook’s voice was firm with anger. “Not tonight.”

Namjoon sighed. “It’s been two weeks, Jungkook. I’m sorry, but you don’t have that kind of time if you want to get it over with as soon as you can, which I can tell that you do.”

“No, I-”

Namjoon pulled out his wallet, took out a stack of fifty thousand won bills and began counting them, placing each one deliberately on the table in front of Jungkook.


One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.


It was already far more cash than Jungkook had ever been so close to touching at one time.

“Four hundred fifty thousand won an hour. That’s how much you’re contracted. That’s for your first hour.”


Another nine.


“That’s for your virginity.”


Another nine.


“That’s compensation for whatever happened afterwards.


Another nine.


“And that’s for tonight. You can take that all home after we’re done.”



Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off the gold bills. It was almost two million won. Two months worth of his previous salary…that he was supposed to owe Namjoon.

“For me?” He was utterly confused.

“Yes. For you to keep. For you to spend. For you to save. For you to do whatever. I told you I would be generous, but I thought you needed to be reminded of what you owe.”

Jungkook swallowed weakly. Namjoon organized the fan of bills into a neat stack and placed it between the two of them. Jungkook was suddenly aware of how public the restaurant was, yet there they were, sitting with a good chunk of money right out in the open. He reach for the pile, trying to hide it from everyone else, but Namjoon’s large hand beat him to it, covering it with calm intimidation. Jungkook met his eyes.

“After tonight.”

The money disappeared back into the black wallet.




“Hyung.”

“Baby, where are you?” Yoongi’s voice crackled through the phone.

“I got hired again.”

“Really? Where?”

“This one restaurant bar place. I’m working the earlier night shift, but I’ll still be home late.”

“Oh, well, I’m still so proud of you, Jungkook! You feel ok, right? No problems today?”

“No, I was fine today.”

“That’s good, that’s good. Are you on your way home now?”

“Uh, they’re actually short handed so they’re gonna start me up now.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, tonight.”

“Ok Jungkook. Work hard, I know you’ll be perfect. Do you want hyung to stay up for you?”

“No, no, please go to bed. I’ll be home a lot later than before. You don’t need to stay up for me.”

“Alright. But you aren’t getting in bed without kisses ok?”

Jungkook flushed. “Of course not.”

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, hyung. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

The call disconnected.

The lies Jungkook spilled out to Yoongi tasted like poison on his tongue. He shoved the phone in his pocket, desperately fighting the tears springing into his eyes. He looked up at the rear view mirror and found the driver watching him curiously. The dark, aged eyes darted back to the road when their gazes met. Jungkook felt his face heating up, and he stared out of the tinted Maybach windows at the city passing by him. The flashing and fading neon signs couldn’t hold his attention. Not when the only thing he could feel was the hot weight of Namjoon’s hand lightly gripping his thigh, just barely above the knee.




Namjoon closed the penthouse door behind them. The city lights still bled through the large windows, dampened by the hues of night. He disappeared around the corner, and Jungkook sat down at the mirrored table again, avoiding his reflection as he waited for further instruction. Just as Jungkook suspected, Namjoon returned with a glass full of whatever was given to him last time.

“You’ll want to drink this. It helps.”

Jungkook looked up at him warily before taking the glass and began downing it slowly. He hadn’t even finished when Namjoon leaned down to kiss Jungkook’s neck, trailing his plush lips along the vein. Jungkook shuddered and set the empty glass on the table. At that moment, Namjoon pulled him to his feet and kissed him hard, leaning him backwards until Jungkook had to support himself with both hands on the table to keep from losing balance.

With his torso exposed, Namjoon’s hands began wandering to his waist, his chest, his shoulders, circling in wide berths, learning his body. Jungkook was having a very difficult time keeping up with the kiss, so he just gave up and let Namjoon freely take control. He could tell that his compliance satisfied Namjoon from the way his lips curled into a slight smile. Jungkook’s stomach twisted with unease, but he didn’t bother fighting for control anymore. There wasn’t really anything left for him to fight for in the first place.

Namjoon pushed his leg between Jungkook’s thighs and snaked his hands under Jungkook’s shirt, feeling soft skin contrast with tight muscle. He made a pleased sound and began pushing the shirt up to bunch around Jungkook’s collarbones. Namjoon pulled away from the kiss to take in the sight. Jungkook flushed at his exposure and squirmed under the lustful gaze, looking away. Namjoon, however, caught his jaw and pulled him back to lock eyes with him.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he instructed, splaying his hands over Jungkook’s chest. That in itself was a nearly impossible task, and after a few moments of struggling, Jungkook gave in to his embarrassment, squeezing his eyes shut with a small whine.

There it is.

Namjoon immediately ran his hands over Jungkook’s nipples, pinching them roughly, rolling them in his fingers.

Jungkook’s whine escalated sharply into a tormented keen, and he seized at the contact. His hand flew to Namjoon’s, trying desperately to remove them, but Namjoon was persistent and continued to press down into them, rubbing harsh circles. Jungkook’s supporting arm gave out and he collapsed over the table, back arching and twisting to get as far away from the stimulation as he could, strangled cries and moans escaping his throat.

Relentless. Namjoon was tortuously relentless. Even when Jungkook’s knees involuntarily began to bend in a futile attempt to block himself, Namjoon effortlessly pushed his legs further apart, granting himself more room to slip between Jungkook’s thighs.

“N-no, please! I can’t-ahh, t-too much,” Jungkook babbled, hardly able to harness any control over his words. Namjoon smirked at this and simply rubbed harder, faster, rougher, Jungkook’s words cutting off with a wail.

“But you’re already getting hard, Jungkook,” Namjoon countered, rubbing his thigh against Jungkook’s growing bulge, receiving a cracked moan in return. “And it’s all from just playing with your cute little nipples,” he purred, rolling his hips teasingly against Jungkook’s.

After several moments of savoring the hiccuping cries he pulled from Jungkook’s throat, Namjoon removed his hands and stepped back to admire his work. With the absence of ruthless stimulation and a solid body holding him down on the table, Jungkook’s straining muscles promptly went limp, and he almost slid off the table and onto the floor. Namjoon caught his shoulders just in time to hold him in place.

Jungkook was a mess. A hot, bothered mess.

His hair was disheveled, sweat clinging to the ends of the dark strands. His chest heaved with labored breaths. Face and neck flushed. His nipples and the surrounding skin an angry red.

“You’re doing so well,” Namjoon praised, ghosting his fingers over Jungkook’s cock through his jeans. Jungkook squirmed weakly. Namjoon pressed down and Jungkook’s hips jerked, another groan filling the room.

“Amazing…” Namjoon murmured, continuing to trace Jungkook’s straining outline. “All this from just a little teasing?” Namjoon directed his attention to Jungkook’s chest again. His shirt was still pushed up to his neck. Namjoon wanted it off. Completely.

“Pull your shirt off for me,” he urged, backing up to give him some space. Jungkook shakily got back on his feet and took off his shirt but still clutched it in his hands. Namjoon smirked before turning around and heading towards the hallway. “This way.”


Jungkook followed Namjoon into his bedroom, but he was surprised that the hallway simply…opened up to it. What seemed to have been meant for an open lounge or dining room, Namjoon had made his bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling curtains covered two whole walls, and normally, Jungkook would be rather curious to see what was behind them, but the large bed was taking up the forefront of his attention.

“Again, I apologize for not being able to control myself last time.”

No shit, really?

“I meant for the first to start in here, but you were too…tempting.”

Jungkook wanted to puke.

Namjoon led him to the bed. “We’re going to try this again, ok?”

“I don’t have much of a choice though, do I,” Jungkook responded bitterly.

“No, not really.” He tugged Jungkook’s shirt out of his hands and dropped it onto the floor. “Everything off now.”

Jungkook shifted his weight and stared at the ground, hesitating for a moment before his hands shakily moved to unbutton and unzip his jeans. It was intensely uncomfortable with Namjoon in such proximity to him. The gaze resting on his half naked body was nearly palpable, but he managed to slide his jeans down his hips.

Namjoon hummed his approval and slowly pushed Jungkook down against the sheets with a firm kiss. His fingers slid under the waistband of Jungkook’s briefs and pulled down the rest of the clothing. Soft skin, firm muscle―it was driving Namjoon mad. But he held himself back.

“Mmm, Jungkook, do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

Jungkook didn’t reply as Namjoon removed the rest of his clothing. He lay there pliantly, uncomfortably aware of his nudity while Namjoon was still fully clothed. Despite his discomfort, he felt a familiar buzz shooting down his spine with every touch. He felt warm and sensitive, heart beginning to pound, waves of intensifying heat making everything worse.

Or was it better?

Namjoon’s touch was making his skin spark, and Jungkook was on the verge of panting. He wanted it. Something. Anything to make it go away.

Namjoon pushed his legs back to bend at his chest, exposing Jungkook’s hard cock. Hands grabbed his waist and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Jungkook shyly closed his knees in an attempt to cover himself, but Namjoon only chuckled before wrapping his fingers around Jungkook and pumped him slowly.

In an instant, Jungkook was shaking with pleasure, spreading his legs, grinding into the touch, moaning unintelligibly.

Oh, it felt so good. So, so good.

Overwhelming, carnal lust suppressed the mental conflict he was struggling with.

More. He wanted more, please!


The euphoria disappeared, leaving Jungkook whimpering. Namjoon had turned to coat his fingers in lube, and looking back, he found Jungkook making up for the emptiness by touching himself. One hand tugging at his balls, the other stroking himself, pausing every once in awhile to play with the head of his cock. Namjoon was content with watching for a moment before rubbing his slick fingers against Jungkook’s tight hole.

Immediately, Jungkook tensed. His legs squeezed shut, and his hands frantically grabbed at Namjoon’s wrist and arms, desperately trying to push him away.

Namjoon backed off. “Last time,” his voice broke through the foggy heat, “didn’t go so well.”

Jungkook shook his head but kept his eyes tightly closed.

“What do you think would help make this easier for you?”

Make it easier? Nothing would make this easier! The only thing that helps is when Yoongi…


Jungkook opened his eyes, but kept his gaze off of Namjoon. “Kiss me,” he whispered, barely audible. Yoongi always kissed him whenever nightmares or panic attacks threatened to seize hold of him. Since his uncle never kissed him, or ever gave him much affection in the first place, Yoongi’s kiss would gently pull Jungkook away from terror, reminding him that he was safe.

“What was that?”

“K-kiss me. Kissing me helps…it helps me relax and calms me down.” He closed his eyes again in embarrassment.

Namjoon studied him curiously. He was not expecting that kind of answer. He anticipated ‘please go slower’ or ‘be gentle’. This was interesting. But he followed the recommendation.

He pushed Jungkook’s legs apart again to slip between them, leaning down until he could feel a timid flutter of breath dance over his skin. He started the kiss slow and deliberate, but it didn’t take long for him to push his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. He was getting impatient, and the clock was ticking.

One hand held Jungkook firmly by the waist, the other began circling his hole, tapping it experimentally. Namjoon felt him stiffen up again, but at least he didn’t freak out. Namjoon broke the kiss.

“Look, Jungkook, you’re gonna have to avoid tensing. It’s just gonna make thing so much harder if you do.”

“I’m trying…”

“Take a deep breath in. And out-” Namjoon pushed his finger inside Jungkook and fuck…he was just as tight as the first time. Namjoon took a moment to admire the view in front of him.

Eyebrows furrowed, forehead sweaty, lips parted, breath speeding up, Jungkook was irresistibly alluring. Namjoon decided to tease one of his nipples again, thumbing at it lightly. Jungkook whined, back arching, effectively pushing himself down further onto Namjoon’s fingers. Incoherent curses followed.

“Shit, Jungkook.” Namjoon pumped his finger slowly, leaning down to capture those soft lips again. He positioned a second digit and pushed it in, steadily beginning to scissor his fingers. Just feeling the clenching heat provoked his lust. He wanted to make Jungkook beg.

Knowing full well of the drink’s arousing and hypersensitive effects, Namjoon lightly brushed his palm against Jungkook’s cock, rubbing the head in small, unsatisfying circles. Jungkook groaned loudly and his hips bucked into the touch, seeking more friction.

The hand pulled out of reach.

Then came back for a second.

Just to elude him again.

And again, and again, and again.


By the time three fingers were working into him with relative ease, Jungkook was desperately chasing after the bait, essentially fucking himself between Namjoon’s hands. And Namjoon was relishing in the frustrated cries and pleas sliding off Jungkook’s tongue between kisses.

The kid wasn’t lying. Kissing really did make a huge difference in his demeanor.

Namjoon pulled his fingers out, confident that Jungkook was far more prepared than the first time. He gave him a couple quick, tight strokes. Jungkook wailed, finally receiving the tormenting bliss he was begging for.

And just as before, Namjoon deprived him after mere seconds of fulfilment, redirecting his attention to Jungkook’s chest. He pinched the sensitive buds.

Rolled them in his fingers once.

Twice.



Jungkook came hard.


He shot his load all over his torso and Namjoon’s shirt with a choked cry, tears escaping down his cheeks.

It was painful, excruciating pleasure.


It took a moment for Namjoon to process exactly what had happened, but it was a short moment. And when that moment was over, something deep in the pit of his stomach was riled up.

He stood up straight, admiring the wreck lying so…openly beneath him, quivering with aftershocks.

Namjoon asked, slightly disappointed that fucking would have to wait until another time, but he didn’t mind an alternative. “Look at the mess you made…” he said, slowly drawing patterns in the trails of cum on Jungkook’s stomach. “Jungkook, open your eyes, come on…There we go.”

Namjoon lifted a finger to his eyes, focusing on it, showing Jungkook the cum sliding down his hand. “I wonder how good you taste…Have you ever done that? Tasted yourself?”

Jungkook shook his head in embarrassment, trying to look away as Namjoon licked at his release.

“Mmm. Well, you taste fantastic…Here,” Namjoon bent down, supporting his body weight with one hand placed next to Jungkook’s head, caging him from that side. He drew his coated fingers closer to Jungkook’s lips. Unsure, conflicted eyes looked back into his before Jungkook hesitantly opened his mouth, knowing that it would just be better to do it the first time. Namjoon made a satisfied noise at his compliance and the way his tongue swirled around the digits, gathering up his own cum.

It didn’t taste fantastic.

Maybe a little?

It was salty and warm, but definitely sweeter than Yoongi.

“You’ve given head before, haven’t you,” Namjoon resolved as a statement more than a question. Jungkook nodded a little, pushing his tongue between the two fingers in his mouth and prying them apart.

“Well then,” Namjoon removed his fingers, “let’s see what you can do.”

Jungkook flushed and stretched his legs out to get to the floor. He’d only sucked Yoongi off a couple times before, so he wasn’t confident that Namjoon would be happy with him. If Namjoon was happy, maybe he would go easy next time, too. Regardless, Jungkook got on his knees and watched Namjoon undo his belt, unbutton and unzip his semi-formal slacks, and pull them down just enough to pull out his hard dick. He gave himself a few quick pumps before slowly pushing the head against Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook wrapped his hand around the base of Namjoon’s cock and licked the slit, pushing against it a few times before sucking the tip into his mouth. He flattened his tongue against the underside of the head, dragging it back and forth roughly, just how Yoongi liked it.

“Fuck,” Namjoon groaned in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this good.”

Jungkook did his best to ignore Namjoon. He closed his eyes, brows furrowed in concentration, trying to imagine that he was with Yoongi instead, and focusing on keeping his teeth from scraping at the sensitive head.

Namjoon’s fingers threaded through Jungkook’s hair, gripping a fistful to push him down on his cock. Jungkook choked and pulled away, coughing and tearing up.

“C’mon, it’s ok. You’ll get better with practice,” Namjoon said, pulling Jungkook’s chin up to reposition him. Dark eyes glared back for a moment when Namjoon pushed into his mouth again. Namjoon tried to limit himself to shallow, manageable thrusts for a while, but the wet heat closing around him was becoming irresistible, especially after holding back for so long.

“Fuck, Jungkook, do you have any idea how great you feel?” Namjoon began thrusting harder. He grabbed Jungkook’s hair again, tighter this time to keep him in place. Jungkook gagged around his cock and struggled to back out, throat constricting around his leaking tip.

“Just a little more, Jungkook. You can do it, you can―fuck!”

Namjoon’s thrusts became less precise, and within seconds, he quickly pulled out and stroked himself, cumming on Jungkook’s face with a deep moan.

The flutter of Jungkook’s lashes when he flinched at each spurt landing on his skin, the tears that had leaked out, mixing with the cum streaking his face, his red, swollen, spit soaked lips, his panting. It was all Namjoon cared to think about when he slowly pushed back into Jungkook’s mouth once.

Twice.

Three times, making sure Jungkook got to taste the last of him.


Jungkook slumped against the bed frame, exhausted. His eyes closed with heaviness as he caught his breath.

He could hear Namjoon zipping up and rebuckling his belt as if he had just finished a quick fuck with some street prostitute and was now well on his way. His footsteps receded, retreating from the room to leave Jungkook in silence.

After a minute of reflecting on how humiliated and disgusting he felt, Jungkook heard Namjoon approaching him again.

A soft thump.

Something had landed in front of him.

He opened his eyes.

“I have a meeting to attend. Your driver is waiting for you in the lobby,” Namjoon said, straightening out the cuffs of a new, pressed dress shirt and examining his appearance in the mirror one last time before leaving the room again. The door of his penthouse closed with a hollow thud behind him.

Jungkook looked down at the items left in front of him.

A couple towels and some wet wipes.

His clothes lying in a messy pile.


And a stack of gold, fifty thousand won bills.


I am all for the messy, flowing hair in a ponytail/bun look on both girls and guys and anyone else and you will have to pry that from my cold, dead fingers if you think i will change my mind

And if you need an example: Kim fucking Heechul

anonymous asked:

So, did Sasha and Max have a brief fling that resulted in a baby before he and Nikki started dating?

Backstory

actually  max had purposed to Nikki. Max was at the hotel bar the were he ran into Sasha, so they caught up Max told her he was getting married in the fall and he was checking out the Hotel, and she told him how she ran a multi million company and she was here visiting a inverter . Throughout the night they got REALLY drunk and started causing trouble like they were children.

 “ Ok this has been fun but i need to head home.” Sasha says as she holds on to max for balance.
Max laugh at her “ Princess, you cant even stand by your self how are you going to drive home?”
Sasha lets go of Max and stands tall.” Who’s to drunk to do what now? I can get home just fine.” she says as she trips forcing Max to catch her
. “ yea no you totally got this.” he says sarcastically.
“ Why don’t you stay in my room ill take the coach and you can have the bed.”
Sasha agrees to max plan and they head to hes room he handed her one of his large shirts to sleep in.
“ Hey Max, have you had a bachelors party?” she ask now changed. Max was chilling on the coach watching tv.
what? no i haven’t have one.” he says not looking at her keeping his focus on the tv “ well i think you need one.”

so one thing led to another and they ended up having sex but max remembers nothing. he woke up the next morning and she was gone Max had forgotten Sasha was even there. But some had payed for all the damage they had caused last night.

“Night ride” - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by gabalecki

(not my gif)

REQUEST: (Y/N) and Stiles take a night time drive in his jeep together and stop on a side of the road over looking the lights on the buildings and talk about forever.

(Y/N) and Stiles have been friends since he invited her to his 6th birthday party and threw pièces of cake at other kids. This is why it has always been just the two of them, the other kids never really liked (Y/N) and Stiles, they were considered as weirdos - not that (Y/N) and Stiles cared, they liked being together, they didn’t need other friends.
Then Scott came along and they became the golden trio. The three of them were inseparable, even now, at the age of 18.
But now things were about to change, high school years were over and they were all going to go to different college, and even if they made a promise to always be friends, they were about to take different paths now and none of them were ready to say goodbye.

(Y/N) was slumped on the couch with a huge jar of ice cream on her lap. She was pretending to watch TV but she was actually drowning in her own thoughts. Then, her phone started ringing. She picked it up from the table and answered it.
“Hello?” (Y/N) said, turning off the TV.
“Hey there, armadillo. What’s up?” Stiles asked enthusiastic.
“Not much.” (Y/N) replied while she was eating ice cream.
“Is something wrong?”
“What do you mean?” (Y/N) frowned.
“You haven’t really talked to me today. Are you okay?” Stiles asked slightly concerned. (Y/N) didn’t answer right away, she was thinking, it seems like it’s all she’s been doing lately, thinking, overthinking.
“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” Stiles asked again, a bit more concerned now.
“I just had a really bad day, that’s all.” (Y/N) said, quickly emptying the jar of ice cream.
“Is it because of Matt?” Stiles asked, referring to (Y/N)’s recent boyfriend.
“Who?”
“OK, get dressed. I’ll be at your house in 5 minutes.”
“Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, I just think I’m gonna go to bed, you know.” (Y/N) declared.
“Fine, we don’t have to talk about it, we don’t have to talk about anything, but you still need to get dressed.” Stiles insisted.
“Stiles…”
“We’re just going for a ride. Come on (Y/N), you love taking night time rides.”
“Fine.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “But you better bring lots of ice cream or you’ll be driving around on your own.”
“Girl, get to know me already.” Stiles replied with a chuckle.
(Y/N) smiled and hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, (Y/N) and Stiles were going on their night time adventure aka driving around the neighborhood.
“I remember telling you to get dressed. I have a pretty good memory and I remember very specifically saying ‘get dressed’.” Stiles said, highlighting the last words of his sentence.
“I am dressed.” (Y/N) said, lacking enthusiasm.
“You’re wearing your pyjamas.” Stiles said, paying attention to the road.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I had to put on a very fancy dress to sit in your old jeep all night.” (Y/N) said sarcastically.
“OK, first of all, my jeep isn’t old and second of all, my jeep is fancier than any dress you could ever wear.” Stiles said, defending his beloved car.
“Matt cheated on me.” (Y/N) suddenly said.
Stiles looked at his best friend very quickly before resting his eyes back on the road.
“And with Lexie by the way, which, you know, is the worse decision he could make because she slept with every guy at school so she probably gave him some kind of sexual disease.” (Y/N) explained.
“(Y/N), I’m so sorry.” Stiles said softly.
“Thanks. But I’m okay. I actually feel sorry for him, the poor guy thought he could be Lexie’s boyfriend, but everyone knows that bitch doesn’t date, she only sleeps with guys, get their hopes up and then ignore them like they never even existed.” (Y/N) said as she took a bite of a chocolate bar. “So you know what he did then? He came back to me, begging me to forgive him. That guy’s a joke!”
“Do you want me to break his nose?” Stiles joked.
“What do you think I did when he came back to my house after I found out that the bastard cheated on me?” (Y/N) said as she raised an eyebrow.
“You broke his nose?” Stiles asked, shocked.
“He broke my heart!” (Y/N) replied as if breaking this guy’s nose was a normal and obvious thing to do.

Stiles and (Y/N) looked at each other for a second and burst laughing. Then, Stiles parked on the side of the road and looked at his best friend.
“I can’t believe you broke his nose! I wish I was there to see his face.” Stiles laughed.
“Well, I didn’t mean to, I just punched him a bit too hard, I guess. But hell, I don’t regret it.” (Y/N) laughed too.
(Y/N) and Stiles then got out of the car to admire the view. They could see the whole town from where they were standing.
“So, are you okay?” Stiles asked.
“I’m fine. Thank you for doing this for me by the way, I feel a lot better already.” (Y/N) smiled at her best friend.
“Anytime.” Stiles smiled back.

“Stiles?” (Y/N) said, looking at the lights on the buildings in front of her.
“Hm?”
“Promise me we’ll get to do this again, even if we don’t go to the same college.”
Stiles looked at (Y/N) who was still looking at the buildings.
“(Y/N).” He said.
“Yeah?”
“Look at me.” Stiles said softly. (Y/N) looked at him and he immediately locked his eyes on hers.
“No matter where I am, of who I’m with, or what I’m doing, you’re always going to be my best friend, my favourite person in the world, the girl wearing Star Wars pyjamas and eating ice cream in my front seat.” (Y/N) chuckled. “And that’s never gonna change. I don’t know what’s gonna happen in the future, but I know one thing, whenever you’re having a bad day, I’ll be parked right outside your door, with a full tank and a tone of ice cream.”
Suddenly, (Y/N) felt like bursting into tears. She was so thanksful to have Stiles in her life, because he made life so much better.
“I don’t care if you live hundreds of miles away from me (Y/N), you’re stuck with me for a hell of a long time. I’m not going anywhere.”
(Y/N) threw herself into her best friend’s arms who held her as if he was afraid she might slip away from him.
“Neither am I.” (Y/N) whispered. “It’s you and me against the rest of the world, remember?”
“How could I forget?” Stiles said, smiling.

(Y/N) and Stiles stayed up all night, driving around town, eating tones of ice cream and laughing heartily until sunrise.

We found love in a hopeless place part 5

Divergent fanfiction: Eric/OC

In do not own any part of Divergent

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I lay here on the roll away bed browsing my tablet. They had finally been able to give Sam a sedative. It put her to sleep, but she still tossed and turned mumbling and whimpering. It made me want just go to Candor and end it all.

Good thing I want everyone who was ever involved with the abuse and mistreatment of Samantha Miller to pay for their sins. I do have to say this still boggled my mind. I don’t even understand why I feel so protective of her. A little voice in my head says it’s because she trusted you when no one else ever had. She didn’t see a monster when she looked at me, Sam saw a savior.

I can’t be that guy though. I will just end up hurting her in the end. There is no room in my life for complications.

“Eric.” It’s mumbled barely above a whisper. I look at her but she is still asleep.

I walk over and brush her hair out of her face. The restraints are gone, I refused to leave them on her while I am in the room. I noticed for the first time that she has little circular scars everywhere. The closer I look the shorter my fuse is getting. They are scars from cigarette burns. Who actually does this shit to a child? Their own child at that.

I jumped and almost bent the hand that touched my forearm unexpectedly. Sam cowered back on the bed sheer terror in her eyes. SHIT!

“Sweetheart no, I’m so sorry I didn’t, I wasn’t, I’m an asshole,” I stuttered out tripping all over my words.

I slowly sit down on the bed and place my hand on the bed next to hers. After taking a minute to look me completely up and down and inspect my demeanor throughly, Sam placed her trembling hand in mine.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t touch people without their permission.” Tears are in her eyes.

“Sam it’s ok. It was my fault. To be honest I really don’t normally like when people touch me, but it’s not so bad when the person is you.” I gave a small smile.

The smile I got in return made my heart beat pick up a little bit.

“I don’t let anyone touch me. But after you pulled me up without a second thought, didn’t leave me, didn’t hurt me. It felt,” she paused and swallowed hard. “Safe. It felt safe. You feel safe. Nobody has ever felt safe before.”

She was starring down at her hand in mine. I knew I had to be very gentle with her today. Her mind was fragile at the moment and I don’t want to be the one to break it.

“Do you want to talk about?” I asked softly rubbing circles on her hand again.

Sam was quiet for a few minutes. I assumed she didn’t want to but then she took a deep breath and started to speak. Still not looking at me though.

“I was stuck back in Candor again. I was watching Gina die over and over again on repeat. Jordan and Quentin telling me over and over again no one can ever like let alone love a freak with a broken mind.” She still refused to look up.

“Quentin always told me he owned me, I was his to do whatever he pleased with. So he would make sure everyone knew I was damaged goods so I could never leave.” The tears where streaming down her face.

I felt my body start to tremble from the anger building up inside of me. He not only physically broke her, he made sure to mentally brake her too. What all had he done to her? Why? How could anyone think their child deserved to be treated like that.

“Eric. Eric I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” Her voice quivered and she had pulled away again. Damn it Eric get your shit together.

“I"m not mad at you Sam. I could never be mad at you. I’m mad at them for doing this to you. Mad at Candor for allowing it to happen to you. I want you to know you are not a broken toy to me. You are so strong and brave. You survived when other people couldn’t have. Guess what. I like you. I want to help you not hurt you. I’m glad you feel safe with me ” the word vomit just kept tumbling out. I could not stop myself.

Sam finally looked up at me. I could see the wheels turning her head. Had no one really ever let her know that it wasn’t her fault? That she didn’t deserve to be treated that way. She tilted her head a little still deep in thought. When she did finally speak again I was shocked.

“Eric you have to stay away from Candor. Or stay away from me. They will kill you or worse. Everyone who ever liked me ended up dead or hating me in the end. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

She was worried about me. Nobody worries about me. Besides, it was my job to protect her, not the other way around.

“Sweetheart you are not alone in this anymore. I won’t die and I could never hate you.” I almost felt panic set in as the words left my mouth.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Or should not keep.” Her voice took on a bitter tone.

Sam’s facial expressions started to take on a look of anger. She pulled her hand away and went to get off the bed.

“Just go. Leave. They all leave. Everything I touch dies or turns on me. GO GET OUT!! LEAVE,” she was hyperventilating, attempting to hit me.

I knew this was still partial side effects from the serum, mood imbalance was normal after any serum. Also I knew she felt she spoke the truth. Everyone had died or turned their back on her. I wrapped my arms around her tight and sat down on the bed holding her in my lap.

Next thing I know the door to the room is flung open. Two women and one man came barreling in. One of the nurse’s had a syringe in her had. When Samantha noticed them she really started to panic.

“Please no. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. PLEASE!! I DON’T WANT TO BE SICK AGAIN!! Eric don’t let them hurt me.” She had stopped trying to get away from me she had turned around and was clinging on to me for dear life.

“Get the FUCK OUT!! Now! LEAVE!!” I wasn’t going to stand for this shit.

The orderlies looked at me like I lost my mind for a minute. Then scrambled out of the room as fast as they could.

“Sshh. Sam, Samantha you’re ok. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Her face was buried in my neck. Warm tears where slowly sliding from my ear down to my chest. Her whole body violently shaking.

“Sam sweetheart I got you. It’s ok,” I felt helpless.

Her sobs started to get softer, the trembling slowing down. Her grip on me however, stayed iron clad.

“I didn’t mean it. I don’t want you to leave me,” she whispered with her lips by my ear.

I involuntary shuddered from the warmth of her breath. It made my insides tingle. I couldn’t help putting my face in her hair and running my hand up and down her back. It just, just felt…. right.

“I’m not going anywhere Samantha. I am going to be the one who doesn’t leave.” I leaned back to look in her eyes.

All I could see and feel was, was, shit it was scaring me. Sam had a way of making me feel like she could reach inside of me without even trying. It was like her eyes where telling me I will do anything for you, follow you to the ends of the earth, give you my last breath, if you just don’t leave me.

“Eric I can’t ask you to do this. This is too much I am-” I cut her off right then and there.

“Samantha Miller. Nobody and I do mean nobody can make me do anything I dont want to do. Also nobody can stop me when my mind is made up. When I commit to something I follow threw. My mind is made up and I am committed. You aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon. I dare anyone to try and stop me or change my mind,” what the hell was getting into me. Why couldn’t I shut my damn mouth.

“I am not easy to be around. I’m sick Eric. I can’t cope with life like a normal person. What happens when it all just gets to be too much,” she was trying so hard to push me away.

“It won’t. I won’t say there won’t be days that we may argue or fight. I may not always be kind or caring it’s just not in my nature. I am not your happy ending. But I will protect you. Pick you up when fall down and have your back until the end.” Sam put her head back on my shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the crook of my neck

I felt a jolt like electricity run threw me. No woman who has done something way more extreme to me had made me feel this way. I wanted to set her down on the bed and leave. I was going to hurt her. I was going to let her down. I’m going to fail her. She deserves someone to give her the world not just a body guard. But she chose you you idiot. So I decided I am just going to do my job and do it the best I can.

“Eric, It’s ok. I don’t expect anything from you. I just want you to know, I trust you,” she completely relaxed in my arms.

This was going to be the person to break me, I just know it. Even though every fiber of my being is telling me to run away as fast as I can and don’t look back. I can’t. I will not leave her alone in this. Why? I don’t know. But right now I have work to do and I need space to breath. Now the trick is how to not hurt her when I leave.

“Eric don’t you have somewhere to be or something to do? You are a leader after all,” there was a tiniest twinkle in her eyes.

“I’m going to go get Dr.Marx for you. I’m going to be really busy today, so it might be late before I get back. If you need me before then have them let you call me ok?” I sat her on the bed and kissed her forehead.

She gave me a smile that said it all. Yup. Samantha Miller is going to be the death of me. I also know I am about to be waging a war on Candor and anyone who gets my way. May the truth set you free and you be damned to hell. I am coming for blood if anyone gets in my way. For some reason I have found a focus point in my life and shit is about to get serious on a whole new level. It’s time to go storm the castle.

OK, I stayed up waaaaaaay too late doing this, but it was actually much easier than making the sky box, even though I thought it’d be way harder. :)

Anyway, new animated clouds, much wispier than @lowedeus‘s original ones, more like a wispy mist thing. It’s all handpainted by me. Yay, Smudge Tool! In the above pic, it’s layered over the new skybox I uploaded earlier, and I took a pic about every 10 seconds to make the above crappy GIF.

It still has a couple of issues that I need to fix, but I really gotta go to bed now, so I’ll finish it later.

52.

Originally posted by meanputa

I am peeing like I didn’t just pee an hour ago, I am sick of peeing. Rubbing my stomach pulling a face, he is being so awful in my stomach and I hate it “what’s wrong?” Chris walked in on me, I hate him doing that “just bit of pain, he is just moving so much. Kicking, I can’t sleep” I really cannot sleep at all, I am actually dying here “well come to bed, I will see if I can speak to Peanut. Maybe he needs me” here Chris goes “ok babe, I am coming” I am ready to not be pregnant anymore, can he just come now. I am also sad because my parents have gone back. Kyrie and his stupid school, he got in the way and they had to go back, my dad wouldn’t go without my mom so they both went. I needed the support, Chris is going to Vegas, I am just going to be alone with Roro. I need to fix the baby’ room anyways, get my things together and get ready for this baby.

Chris patted the bed “come, lay down. You should wake me, you know I am here for you” pulling the covers back “yeah, but you looked so happy asleep, I didn’t want to wake you” shuffling down in the bed “but then I felt you was gone, you really not enjoying this are you?” shaking my head, Chris placed his hand on my stomach “we need to think of names Chris, you got any ideas?” Chris is too into playing with my stomach now “King Reign Brown, he is king already” shaking my head “try again with that” we already have Royalty, we don’t need something like that again “Raheem Reign Brown?” furrowing my eyebrows “you love the name Reign? Erm why can’t we just call him Christopher Maurice Brown? He is going to be your mini me” Chris pulled a face “nah, I wouldn’t want him to be like me, he will be better than me” shaking my head “stop it, you’re perfect. Well Rakeem, Raheem, I mean we could just call him Reign Maurice Brown? You know what, let’s just keep Reign, I like that but we are putting Maurice in the middle. We have Clinton Maurice Brown and then Christopher Maurice Brown so why can’t we just have Cassius Maurice Brown, honestly Chris. It’s a boy and I feel like we should continue the tradition” Chris is not saying a word “you really would like that? Like you don’t mind that?” he is so stupid “of course I don’t, it’s a beautiful thing to carry on. I like the name Cassius and if we have another baby and it’s a girl we can stick to the R thing, but it’s a boy, our son. This is a big moment for you Chris, I am so happy that I am the one to give you this so yes, we are doing this” I can’t believe he would think I wouldn’t have done that, that only came to my mind now.

Hearing the buzzer go off for the gate, that must be the hoes on tour bus, let me buzz that thing in. I mean Chris wanted me to go but I can’t deal with all of that, not sitting on a tour bus. Opening the gate for the bus, his stupid ugly friends will be on that thing. Once Chris has gone I can then pick Royalty up, pick a few things up and then do the room for the baby “don’t let them bums let you do anything stupid ok? Forget them, they have no life” Chris grinned “aight babe, I got you. Just don’t worry, I will be back Sunday” Chris opened his arms wide for me, walking into Chris “I am missing you already, better call me too. I love you so much, and remember what I said to you?” looking up at him “don’t let them bums tell me what to do?” I trained him well “good, and remember anything that happens in Vegas you tell me” I hate that place “but it’s whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas so that is defeating the saying?” mean mugging Chris “I am joking babe, I got you” he better be joking, I ain’t with the shits.

I really hope Chris goes with the idea of the name thing, I know he liked it deep down. He should carry this on, he got that from his father and I know he doesn’t want to call him Christopher but I do love Cassius as a name. I just can’t wait for the baby to be out, I just don’t want to be pregnant anymore. Pressing the buzzer for the day care, Royalty coming here is a blessing. She is learning new skills, she is sharing more. She needs the break from us, I can only imagine how boring we can be at home. The door unlocked, pulling open the door. I was actually thinking if I was to get pregnant straight away and have one more baby, just to have a girl. If I do that then I can get it out of the way “mommy” oh no, I don’t think she’s had a good day “hello” I said to the day care helper “Royalty had a little fall outside, she fell herself and she is very upset because of her clothes being dirty. This had ruined her day and she just wanted to go home” I cooed out “aww baby, it’s ok. We can get clean clothes” Royalty walked into me holding my legs “nothing in the world would make her happy, she usually loves playing on the computer but she didn’t even want that” reaching down rubbing Royalty’s back “she gets that from her father, well I think we better get you home. Hopefully she will get into a better mood” she doesn’t like her clothes being dirty so this will upset her.

I got two different sets of diapers, I think this baby is big but then again it might be just me feeling it so I wasn’t sure which diapers to get. I am sure I have enough of those “what have you got there Roro?” she is picking out her things “baby toy” she held it up to me “you got this for the baby?” taking it from her, she nodded her head “aww, baby will love it. I will put it in here” I am sure she got this for herself but oh well “stay close to me here” pointing at the side of me “go and get me a pack of those wipes actually” pointing at the wipes, I have a whole collection but I am getting more. I don’t think I will want to leave the home for a while so I want to be prepared “thank you, what do you think we should do tonight? Actually, what shall we eat, we have no daddy so shall we order a pizza? I am being lazy with cooking” I don’t want to cook “pizza!” Royalty repeated “good, you’re on board” no cooking for me.

You know what, I could watch Mulan every day. It never gets old, I am so glad that Royalty is loving it because I am. I didn’t think she would at first but she actually is, it is keeping her quiet anyways. I am ready to go to sleep and she is ready to go to a party. She gets this from Chris but I will be putting her to sleep after the pizza, I used to hate being home alone here but honestly since Chris did the home up and changed a lot of it I love it here. It feels like home more then it did before, I do want to fill this home. I need to have four more kids for that, I don’t think I am ready to be having four kids altogether but to fill this home I need too. I can imagine me having nothing but boys, it does run in the family. Hearing the buzzer go off “food is here” shuffling off the couch, that is what I was waiting for. Looking at the security cameras before unlocking the gate, I am surprised he found it because some delivery drivers don’t know where to go.

Shuffling to the door with a twenty-dollar bill, it should be enough because I didn’t really order as much. Pulling open the door “Chris Brown home, this is amazing!” without fail, this always happens “wow, I delivered to his home” I wish this boy would look at me “that is good, can I have my pizza now?” he turned around “oh yeah, here” taking the pizza from him “keep the change” passing the twenty-dollar bill “thank you so much!” he smiled “yeah, just don’t be taking pictures or fuck around. Chris will know if someone has touched a car” that is a lie he won’t but I want him to not do that “for sure, bye” he walked off, kicking the door shut and then froze. Feeling a warm trickle run down my sweatpants leg, my heart dropped looking down at myself “no, no, no, no. Oh my god, no” this can’t be real.

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Throwing my top to the side “y’all really love the old music huh? I be cringing and shit, but whatever. Let’s run that shit back” I said down the mic, I don’t understand how people be still bumping Run it. The DJ started playing Run It “y’all fucked with breezy back in the day let me hear y’all sing it” I half shouted smiling, my smile soon faded. Joe half scared me running at me. He moved me back “what are you doing?” is someone trying to come at me, looking around “you need to go Chris! Cut that shit, we need to go” is he crazy “what the fuck homie!” I can barely hear him, the music cut out because of the commotion on the stage “nigga! Rylee is in hospital we need to go!” Joe shouted, my face softened “what?” I said in disbelief “she called me, she couldn’t call you. She said her waters broke early” dropping the mic running off the stage.

when i got home from top surgery on wednesday, after dinner and getting settled into bed, i got a phone call from the nurses just checking up on me to see how i was doing and asking if i needed anything. and i checked my email just now and my surgeon had also sent me a message the next day asking how everything was going and if i was doing ok. everyone there has been so fucking nice, i really feel valued as a patient + like the surgeon/staff have my wellbeing in mind + that honestly has made this recovery process so much smoother.

SOS

Request: Can I request a Liam smut where Liam texts y/n, like, I need, and she freaks out thinking that he’s hurt or in danger, but she goes rushing to find him and he’s just really horny, and she gets mad at him but he eventually apologizes and she makes him come from dirty talk and dry humping and then is all smug about it afterwards?

Warnings: dry humping??

Words: 488

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They’re gonna kiss …

I just really like the Idea of Shiro and Allura getting closer the more they talk and they don’t realise it until they’re practically millimetres apart and staring at each others lips and … OK I’M GOING TO BED NOW G’NIGHT

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Imagine Jared comforting your son

It was past three when a thunder woke my up, I roll in the bed to curl next to Jared, but he isn’t by my side. The sound of the rain hitting the window was the perfect sign for me to get back to sleep, but the absence of Jared in bed worries me a bit. Thunders keep filling the silence of night while I walk to the living room, only to find it empty. There was only one other place where he could be, so I get back to the hallway and walk to my son’s bedroom. The door is open, but when Jared’s voice reaches my ears, I stop and decide to stay outside.

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret” I hear Jared’s voice while reading to Thomas, my 5 year old son, “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye”

“We’ve read it too many times, it doesn’t relax me anymore” Little Thomas complains covering his head with the blankets.

Another thunder fills the silence and I notice how he shivers. Jared is sitting by his side on the bed and caresses him with his hand, making that Thomas’ eyes appear again.

“They are not going to stop” I can hear how he’s trying to hold the tears.

“The will stop” Jared tries to calm him with a smile, “Not now, apparently, but I will stay here till they do, ok?”

Jared and I have been dating for at least two years, and he was the only father figure Thomas has had in his entire life. When you are young you tend to have a couple of dates, especially if you feel like the right guy is out there and has been hidden from your sight, or maybe he’s just trapped in a tree. But all the efforts from my part always ended up in the trash when I mentioned I had a son. I was obviously not going to date someone who didn’t like the fact that I was a single mother. And that was the routine for years, till I met Jared. At first he was scared that Thomas wouldn’t like him, but once they met, they became inseparable and that’s when I knew Jared was the one.

Thomas’ room was covered in drawings, Jared has tried to teach him how to draw since the first day they met, and I think that is one of the reasons why they get along so well, they kinda understand each other.

“Isn’t mommy going to miss you if you sleep with me?”

“She probably will, you are right, but I’m not going to leave till you are calm and asleep”

“I’m calm” Thomas says before another thunder appears causing him to hide under the blankets again, I lead my hand to my mouth to conceal a laugh.

“So, you were saying…”

“You can stay, but what about mommy? She might be scared too”

“Well, your mom is asleep, she won’t wake up till the morning, she maybe won’t even notice that I was gone, don’t worry”

“Can you read me something else then?”

“As you wish.”

Jared stands from the bed and reaches one of the shelves filled with books, I notice how he struggles while deciding what book to choose. When he finally decides comes back to bed and Thomas huddles against Jared to see what they are going to read now.

“The Happy Prince” Jared announces “You like it, right?”

“It’s mom’s favourite, but we haven’t read it yet”

I see a big smile on my son’s face and when another thunder strikes he doesn’t look as scared as before.

“High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince.” Jared starts.

This has been my favourite tale since I was a kid, and the copy they are reading is the same I read probably 20 years ago.

Thomas seems more calmed and helps Jared pass the pages when he finishes reading them. Jared’s arm rests on his shoulders and caresses him once in a while.

I don’t want to go to bed, so I sit next to the door and listen to Jared while he reads the story. My eyes close for a minute and all I can hear is Jared’s voice, the thunders are gone and I feel the peace leading me to sleep.

“"It is not to Egypt that I am going,“ said the Swallow. "I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?” And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.”

One minute I was listening, and the second I was asleep.

I notice how my body starts to move, but it is soft, so I wake up calmly. When my eyes are open all I see is Jared in front of me, his smile makes me smile too and I stretch my arms to reach him and pull him next to me.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asks, holding me in his arms “I thought you were in bed”

“I was, but then I woke up and you weren’t there”

“Well, I was here, you didn’t think I left, right? I wouldn’t do that, you know it”

“You never know” I whisper, resting my head on his chest, “He adores you”

“You really think so?” I notice the tone of his voice, Jared loves kids, reason why he works with them as an art teacher “I mean, it is really important for me, he is the man of your life after all”

“He is not the only man in my life, you need to be aware of that”

“Ok, I’m glad to hear that. But now, let’s go to bed, I’m tired and for what I just saw, you are too. Come on”

He gets up in just a second and takes my hand to pull me up too, we go back to our room and huddle on the bed trying to get warm, the night is so cold and I can’t believe I just notice it. His arms around me give me the enough heat to make me feel better.

“I love you” He whispers after giving me a small kiss on my forehead.

“I love you” I say with a smile and my eyes closed.

Minutes pass and I start to feel his breathing slow down, I know he’s falling asleep and the calm way his chest moves helps me to fall asleep too.

“You know that I would love to have a little Jared running around the house” I whisper after yawning, his chest movement stops for one second and comes back to normal before he speaks.

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow”

I agree while getting a better position against his body, Jared gives me another kiss, this time on my lips and pulls me closer to him. Thunders are gone and the night is calm, and it doesn’t take me too long to fall asleep again.

anonymous asked:

Idk just like social anxiety and them helping each other

OK, so this isn’t about social anxiety since I’ve never had any experience, so sorry about that. Also, be careful about reading this if you’re triggered by panic attacks or whatever this is. I don’t really know how to tag it, sorry. 

  • It was a fortnight after the Prank
  • The Marauders still hadn’t forgiven Sirius
  • But he was coping
  • Sort of
  • He just went to lessons and ate his food and maybe did some homework then lay in bed with his curtains shut, sketching random images that came into his head or reading
  • He was getting by
  • Then, one Sunday morning, he got an owl from his mother
  • He had been disowned
  • And it suddenly became too much 
  • It was all he could do to cast a dodgy silencing charm around his bed before he started crying uncontrollably
  • Great, gasping, ugly sobs
  • It was like there was this dull ache that just sat in his chest and he just couldn’t deal with it any more
  • He started shouting unintelligible things between his cries, and pinching his hands so that dozens of half-moon scars appeared all over them
  • It felt a tiny bit better when he did this
  • It went on for ages
  • Peter and James broke their vow of silence to try to make him stop, but Sirius ignored Peter and shrieked at James until he left
  • They both begged Remus to do something 
  • So Remus crept into the room and opened Sirius’ curtains and crouched beside his bed, face to face with his ex boyfriend
  • Sirius screwed up his face and continued to cry and cry
  • “Sirius, I need you to take some deep breaths. Don’t do anything else, just breathe really deeply. Come on, you’re going to feel better, I promise.” 
  • He rested his arms on the bed, close to Sirius but not quite touching, and the comforting presence and gentle words meant that Sirius did what he was told, taking huge breaths and allowing his sobs to die down
  • “Now, I’m going to get a damp flannel, OK? We’ll clean up your face a bit. Sirius, is that OK?”
  • Sirius nodded, continuing to cry quietly as Remus fetched a warm flannel
  • He sat up a little bit when Remus returned, resting on his elbow to give Remus access to his face
  • Remus dabbed at him gently, wiping away all the gunk on his face
  • When he was satisfied, he dropped the flannel to the floor and asked permission to sit on the bed with Sirius
  • Once Sirius had moved up, he asked permission to touch him
  • Sirius nodded, and Remus very slowly put his arms around his old boyfriend, pulling him into a hug
  • Sirius started crying again, although it was far more controlled
  • “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Remus asked into his hair
  • “Too much,” Sirius whispered, pressing his face against Remus’ collarbone 
  • “It’s just too much”

duckemon  asked:

For the shades of purple ask: Iris, mauve and jam :)

  • Iris: What’s your phone background?

This fanart made by the amazing @chi-loves-keith for my birthday <3 (yep haven’t changed it)!

  • Mauve: How many photos are in your camera roll?

266, most of those pics are drawings, landscapes, animals - cats mainly. I had a lot more but my phone rejects my memory card now.

  • Jam: Do you have still stuffed animals?

Yeees :D I bought one actually 5 years ago and I… can’t go to bed without it now ;-; Like if I don’t have it it’s ok but I’m disturbed, it’s a sort of new pillow I need. I called it Poutou (don’t laugh French people I didn’t know this candidate for elections 5 years ago alright) (Poutou also means ‘kiss’ or ‘hug’ I don’t really know it’s affectionate) Here’s a pic (looks like the 2nd yellow on the left)

Thank you for your ask!! :D

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I wasn’t sick when I went to sleep. I didn’t think I was sick at least. I wasn’t aware I was sick. I was just going to sleep with Ashton. I was fine. But I woke up and something wasn’t right.

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