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Against the World - Tony Stark x Reader

Request: I completely lost the pure request itself and all the kind things I remember you saying, but this is basically a Tony!YoungReader where he doesn’t like the age difference between them but still loves her!

Warnings: Age difference, (25 year old reader x Tony) kissing.

Words: 2 475

A/N: Sorry for being away for a couple of days! I’ll try and post more next week. Please tell me what you think! (Also I’m sorry for any typos I’m too lazy to read through this one as I’m posting it.)


Originally posted by mamalaz

He took a sip of his coffee, walking down the long, glass-walled, hallway to the lab he had occupied with his current project. He was more than tired. Closer to wrecked. He had slept for three hours in his room at the Tower before he had woken up. Day and night he worked and woke up just as he started falling asleep. It was like he was in a spiral of bad habits and he couldn’t get out-

He lowered the cup from his lips, his jaw dropping and eyes staring into Y/N’s lab where she was sat at a workbench, leaning over her latest project with intense focus. Her dedication to science and tech was something he did not just admire tremendously, but it was insanely attractive. So few women in his life shared his interest with the same amount of passion as he did.

He was so mesmerized by her that he barely noticed her catching him looking and waving at him through the glass wall. He hastily waved back and swallowed harshly, stepping inside the lab he had given her, which was the one as close to his as possible.

“Hey.” He smiled as she took a break from her tinkering. “You’re up early.”

She looked up at the clock on the wall which stood at barely six in the morning. She shrugged, smiling warmly and being much more awake than him. “I went to bed early last night.” She explained and he wished the same would apply to him. It felt as if his body could shut down at any second.

“Oh, likewise.” He huffed, attempting to sound reassuring but only exaggerating his nervousness. “Got some good shuteye and now I’m ready for the day.”

“Really? Those bags under your eyes says otherwise.” She raised a brow and watched the dark and sulking skin under his reddened eyes which were begging for sleep.

He rubbed his free hand up and down his neck, forcing a smile to not let his spirits drag her beautiful soul down. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t get as much as I wanted, but I’m still ready to work.”

She stood up from her seat with a hopeless sigh, walking towards him. Tony froze as she walked around him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You need sleep, Tony. You’re always working and it’s taking its toll. I mean, geez, your muscles are ridiculously in need of this right now.” She said and squeezed his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs into the muscles with whatever skill she had learnt from practicing on others.

“Oh yeah, whatever, little to the left.” He said sarcastically whilst putting his coffee down, knowing it’d put a smile on her face.

She chuckled behind him and squeezed a wince out of him by roughing her grip on his shoulders again. “Stop! It’s not funny, okay?” She spoke between her ceasing laughter. “This is about your health and you need to take it more seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously. I’m having you massage my shoulders.” He said just as cockily as before, but this time she didn’t laugh. Instead, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to truly lecture him, but the surprisingly close space between them rendered her silent.

Her hands were on his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his lips before moving up to his warm, brown, eyes. He was equally as lost in her. His eyes weren’t able to tear away from her own lips, not even when he noticed how she looked up into his eyes. He was barely in control of his right hand that slowly began to move from her hip and up her side. Her arms reached further and her hands traveled from his shoulders to the back of his neck and he could feel her cautiously pull him down for her but it was there he snapped out of it.

“I’m-” He felt pathetic, tears burning in his eyes and threatening to slip. “I can’t.”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“You’re-” He didn’t know what to say either. He let his eyes flutter close as if Y/N would go away if he did.

“I’m what?” Her voice broke and his heart ached at her fear of not being good enough for him. If she only knew how opposite their reality was.

“You’re young…” He couldn’t leave her to imagination. He didn’t have the heart. “You’re too young…”

She was at a loss of words at first, but she had always been quick witted, another quality he loved about her amongst the dozens of others. “I’m twenty five, Tony. There’s just…”

“Over two decades between us.” He completed her sentence.

“Why does that matter? Is it because of your own opinion, or because of others?” She retorted instantly. He didn’t want to answer that question. She would end up being right in the end and he would end up torturing himself for submitting.

“Because I’m old enough to be your father-”

“But you’re not.” She closed the space between them again and he couldn’t tear away as she placed one hand over his cheek, using the other one to guide his hand back to her side. “You’re not my father. You’re my coworker, my friend… And I can’t be the only one of us that have felt the electricity between us the past, few months.”

She wasn’t. Every day he would be tortured by her. She felt like the forbidden fruit to him, testing his temptation.

“Please tell me I’m not standing here and you don’t feel a thing for me?“

“God no.” He couldn’t let her continue on that track. “Of course I feel something too, Y/N, but it’s not right. I should know better.”

“You shouldn’t.” She attempted to pull him down to her again and he gave in slightly, causing her lips to practically move over his as she spoke. “Who says this isn’t right? I sure as hell don’t.”

“Well, the rest of the world does…” He sighed, shutting his eyes and inhaling her calming scent.

“Why would you care about the rest of the world? They don’t have anything to do with us…” She stood up on her tiptoes and reached for his lips with her own, but he pulled back once more, no intention of submitting to her again.

“Y/N, please… This is already difficult for me…” He pleaded and she was beginning to feel how much of a fool she was making of herself by continuing to push Tony. “Don’t make it any harder.”

She felt the embarrassment creep up her cheeks, wanting nothing more than to reverse time and tell Tony she was busy as he had came into her workshop. “Sorry…”

That single word had been like a knife through his heart. He wanted to grab her, kiss her like the world depended on it, but he remained still. He watched the hope in her eyes of something more than coworkers vanish gradually until it was gone.

“I’m gonna go now…” She stated as she began to move towards the door out. He was too lost in his own thoughts to do the right thing and leave her alone in her lab. Instead, he watched her leave him, regretting everything he had said and done.

It had been a week of horrid conversations where they would barely exchange a couple of words. The team had noticed since day one and the anxious awkwardness was starting to leave permanent damages. The more time that went by the more it felt as if their relationship would remain like that forever.

He was sat in his private lounge, slowly sipping on some bourbon and watching the landing slide which hovered above the balcony, when the elevator dinged and the doors opened up.

It was Y/N.

“Hi…” She forced a smile, watching Tony hastily put down his drink and get up from the couch, turning towards her.

“Hello…” His lips parted, barely believing she was speaking to him. He glanced down her clothes which were promotional of Stark Industries, yet she looked as good as ever.

“I was just worried since you missed dinner.” She looked behind him to his drink before meeting his eyes again. She could tell how little sleep he must have gotten. He looked awful, like he hadn’t slept for the entire week since their moment in her lab.

“I did?” He questioned, looking down at the watch wrapped around his wrist to see it was nearing midnight to his surprise. “I- I didn’t realize…”

“I was also wondering what we are going to do about this?” She motioned between them. “I can’t live here if this… Cold shoulder, is going to last. I don’t have a problem in moving I could go back to-”

“Don’t.” He warned her, walking up to the elevator where she remained. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“I’m not joking, Tony, don’t you realize that? I understand that I crossed the line this past weekend and you have every right to ignore me, but I can’t have this in my life. This… Denial, this neglect…”

He looked down her plum lips, feeling the bourbon wander to his mind and cloud his judgment. “Please don’t move…” He begged, taking yet another step closer and becoming just as close as the time where their feelings had begun to reveal.

“Don’t be so cold towards me.” She bargained, hoping he would accept her offer. She looked up at him and saw how he evidently had his stare glued to her lips and not her eyes, her pure reflexes parting her lips which had became Tony’s invitation.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, feeling the sweet taste of white wine from the long dinner she had surely had with the others. He let his right hand rest beneath her ear and his left one at her back, bringing her closer and sighing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their kiss deepening.

“Tony…” She attempted but was cut off by his lips wrapping around her own. She couldn’t resist him. She wanted her common sense to take action but she had felt something for Tony for too long to deny his incredibly joyful kisses.

She felt his hands inch down, passing over her behind, before resting at her thighs where he launched her up to wrap her legs around his abdomen. She complied and let him carry her to the backless part of the lounge sofa where he laid her down carefully.

“I love you.” He emitted from nowhere, making her hand push him away from her to meet his stare.

“What?” She didn’t want to believe it.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ll say it a thousand times more because it’s the truth.” His hips moved down to between her legs as he leaned in for another kiss, savoring her lips.

“However much I want to believe this, you’ve been drinking tonight.

“That’s my first glass.” He answered truthfully, although she found that hard to believe. “I swear to you Y/N, this is me talking, not the liquor.”

“Really?” She questioned. “Then hoe come you changed your mind? Last Saturday you sounded pretty clear in what you wanted.”

She allowed him to dip down for yet another kiss and her stomach fluttered as his tongue slid against her gracing lips, sending a shiver through her body which left goosebumps in its wake.

“Because of what you said. Why should I care about the rest of the world? They don’t have a goddamn thing to do with you and I.

“Tony…” She knew he was tipsy, no matter what he said. He kissed her again and she sighed at the sweet sensation. “If you can, without regret, kiss me in the morning? Then we can talk… I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret.”

He let out a long and deep breath, looking down to where their bodies met as he hovered above her.

He gave in. “Alright. Tomorrow morning.” It sounded almost like a promise.

She heard a knock on her door at seven in the morning. She hurried to get dressed, too newly awoken to have any clear thoughts. She rushed to the door as the third knock erupted and opened it up. In the hallway outside stood Tony, a look of determination on his face.

Just as the silence between them began to grow too long and she was about to break it by saying something, Tony crossed the space between them and kissed her again. She allowed herself to mold into his arms and enjoy the feeling of his gentle lips against hers.

“See?” He said as he broke loose, chest heaving. “No regrets.”

She looked up into his innocent eyes. “Really?” She couldn’t help but question. He had seemed so determined when they first spoke about whatever it was they had between them. To see such a drastic change seemed too good to be true.

“Two hundred… I’m so sorry that I rejected you before, so sorry for the things I said. That’s not how I feel… This is.” He kissed her again and together they stumbled into her bedroom until they backed up against a wall.

She chuckled as they clumsily moved around, her hands holding herself steady on his sturdy shoulders.

He rushed around the car to get the door for her. She rolled her eyes at his hopeless need to be a gentlemen to her at all times, yet smiling as widely as ever at his kind gesture.

Two months had passed since the kiss in her bedroom. Together they had planned and thought of a way to let the team know what was happening, even if most of them had felt the loving warmth that had erupted between one another.

“You ready?” Tony asked as he laced his fingers with hers in front of the five star restaurant he had booked entirely for the team to have a dinner at. She shook her head no but smiled, tightening the grip of his hand which, was as much of a yes as he was going to get.

They walked inside together a few minutes passed the scheduled time to have everyone gathered. As the doors opened up at their arrival, the entire team turned towards them, their eyes lowering to where Tony and Y/N’s hands were connected.

“Sorry we’re late.” Tony apologized as he led Y/N to her seat and pushed the chair in after her before taking his own seat. “Traffic was awful.”

“Like traffic is the thing we want to be talking about right now?” Rhodes said, pulling his head back and raising his brows as he looked between the two.

Hey, Jealousy (John Wick x Reader)

For the anon who asked:

A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼

Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!

Rating: M

Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan

John Wick x Reader (smut)

Hey Jealously

Originally posted by whiteguykarate

I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears. How dare he, how dare he, take a job like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting me!

I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as a favour to John.

Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I could be there backing him up!

I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.

All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long after to take my order “, gin.”

My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.

“May I help you?” I asked.

“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”

I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked from my face to my cleavage.

“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.

He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”

I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my throat and into my stomach.

Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare back to life.

“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.

“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.

My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response and took a swing of the drink.

Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”

I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music began followed by the male vocalist.

Been sittin’ eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin’ you’ll call
It’s just a cruel existence like it’s no point hopin’ at all

I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”

Baby, baby, I feel crazy
Up all night, all night and every day
Give me somethin’, oh, but you say nothin’
What is happenin’ to me?

He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you know he’s back and looking for you.”

I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to have me under house arrest.

“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention back to my male companion.

Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his hazel eyes looked surprised.

I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly before.”

I don’t wanna live forever
‘Cause I know I’ll be livin’ in vain

John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.  

Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger caressingly over the bruise.

“Rough night?”

And I don’t wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,” and leaned towards me.

“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name


Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by myself and he’d ask me to dance.

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin’ your name

“Um –,” I choked.

Until you come back home

I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”

Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.

“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his drink.

John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.

I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your company.”

He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.

“I took care of things,” he announced.

I nodded and silence followed.

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.

He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could make out was his form.

“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s lap,” he hissed.

“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”

I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply, my throat tight.

“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she was about to run off with some strange man.”

I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.

“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and every other man in the room eye fucking you!”

The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my exposed cleavage.

“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”

My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.

His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for leaving you but I don’t regret it.”

He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.

“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.

He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting into his midnight hair.

The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.

“Ouch,” I moaned.

I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall, hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.

My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms, chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.

“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my own mark of ownership into his pale neck.

I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.

The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.

Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”

“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.

Winston smiled and turned his back to us.

I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises. His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over the tent in his pants.

I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice. My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut, black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.

John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and squeezed.

The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.

He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise level at minimum for the other guests.”

“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still holding my hand.

“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston said with a wink.

The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.

Oh yes, this was going to be a very good night.

Off to the Races *smuttish*- Tommy Shelby

Request// Hey! Could you do a Tommy Shelby oneshot, where you’re at a family meeting and you and Tommy argue and don’t speak for a couple of days but make up (smut & fluff) thanks!

Request// Please do a possessive Tommy Shelby imagine preferably with smut but only if ur comfortable obvs x

This prompt can be read without smut. All smut will lay between a set of ‘*****’ and some fowl language has been included in this fic.

*So I hope that these two requesters don’t mind that I put both of them together. I took a lot longer to write this one than I expected, but I’m proud to say that I think it’s looking good. I’m talking over 1300 words, so it’s arguably my longest prompt yet. Hope you enjoy! xoxo*

You sat on the stairs of the betting shop, your knees resting under your chin as Tommy laid out the plan for the Cheltenham Races. You didn’t trust Billy Kimber and neither did Tommy, but you still found it ignorant to meet with him, especially with his bookies getting robbed left and right.

“Arthur, John, you’ll be leading our men and the Lees out to collect anything stolen Kimber’s boys,” he explained, his brothers nodding in approval. “As for me, I’ll be taking Grace with me to meet Kimber in the private lounge.” Both John and Arthur passed sly grins to one another, but it didn’t get past you.

“Why would you take Grace,” you asked curiously, trying to hide the venom in your tone.

“Why not, Y/N?” Arthur turned to look at you, being the first person to address you this entire meeting. “Y’aren’t jealous, are you?” John held back his laugh while Polly scowled at Arthur. Tommy only shook his head, ready to carry on without giving you a proper answer.

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AI | Mile High Club

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic that I’ve posted so please be gentle! Feel free to give prompts etc through my ask if you want more. Only read if you’re 18+.

Warnings: Smut

You didn’t know why you were so scared so flying. The irrational fear didn’t seem to have an origin as far as you were concerned but butterflies continued to flood your stomach every time you even considered stepping on a plane. Deep down, you knew you were being over dramatic but that didn’t settle the swarm or make the anxiety as less real or present.

As the taxi you’re in pulls up to the airport, you feel your boyfriend, Ashton, give your hand a gentle squeeze. He understands the turmoil attacking you so knows that there isn’t much he can do but be there. Part of him felt guilty for putting you through such a stressful situation but you insisted on attending the award ceremony in L.A. as his date. Your relationship was still very new and this appearance would be your first one as an official couple. This fact filled Ashton with nerves even though he was certain he’d found someone special.

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Private Fun

Reader x Jungkook

Warning: Explicit Language/ Smut

(Picture not mine)

It was a Saturday night I wasn’t up for going out but I was practically being dragged by my best friend Seoyeon. 

 "Yah Seoyeon I don’t want to go to this party meet up thing with your friend I don’t even know him.“ She rolled her eyes as we entered her room. 

 "Come on you never go out I understand you work but come on you need to have some fun you’ve been just living a dull life and that sounds awful you might even meet a guy you like and get a boyfriend.” I sat down on her bed.

 "Don’t even start I’m not up for that boyfriend stuff, plus I’m not even hot or attractive enough!“ Seoyeon walked to her closet and pulled out a red blouse with a black waist skirt and some knee socks and a pair of black shoes. 

 "I was going to make you wear a revealing dress but I know your the shy type and I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or complain so change into this and I’ll do your make up after your done changing." 

Seoyeon threw the clothes at me and after a while I was standing in front of the mirror with nice and light make-up Seoyeon had put on me I looked totally different.

 "I guess this works I mean I still look nice but I don’t think I should go to the party.” She rolled her eyes at me and took my hand and pulled me out of her house and into her car she started to drive and head on to the party.

 As we arrived there we were greeted by a tall handsome looking man.

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2. fleeting goodbyes and hasty kisses

Im Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Fluff(?)

Author’s Note: Second in the series inspired by this post. More Jaebum feels from my own mind, but is that even surprising anymore? 

First in the series: 1. sweet raspberry lemonade in the summer

terrible moodboard made by yours truly, in an extreme rush so please forgive me

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You don’t own me part 9

Originally posted by bakakhyunbacon


And you. Well you didn’t move at all for a couple of minutes. Just starring after them while feeling your heartbeat slowly regulating itself again.

Is this love?

Word count: 2105 // I did my bescht 💪🤓

Warnings: Kinda angst kinda fluff but surely a bit of violence

Author’s note: I feel like we are getting closer to the end…maybe two or three more parts ;) Feel free to tell me your opinion

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Happy Birthday, Bucky

Reader wants to celebrate Bucky’s birthday. It’s cute and fluffy!

Bucky x Reader, other Avengers

2081 words

A/N Some swearing. I know I’m late for Bucky’s birthday but… life gets in the way. Anyway, this is it. I’m posting this as a SFW version because I have ideas for NSFW but I can’t get them out. If I end up changing the ending to NSFW, I’ll post that… though I doubt it.

You knew that Bucky’s 100th birthday was coming up and even though he didn’t want to celebrate, you had to mark the occasion somehow. Normally, you’d have loved to throw him a great bash but you knew that he wouldn’t enjoy himself so you opted to take him out for a nice dinner and if he wanted to after, head to a bar for drinks and maybe dancing. You were hoping that he’d be okay with inviting the others to tag along for drinks but didn’t want to push him. After all, how unsettling must it be to be celebrating being 100 years old and yet still looking and feeling like someone in their twenties? You couldn’t imagine how displaced he must be feeling so you wouldn’t push him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

The day before his actual birthday, you had caught up with him in the gym. You noticed that he was distracted; the bags under his eyes appeared darker and he looked like he hadn’t slept all week.

You approached him and gave him a quick hug, “Eww, serves me right. You’re all gross and sweaty!”

He chuckled, “Hey, that’s on you.”

You smiled up at him, “You excited about tomorrow?”

He frowned, the lines in between his eyes getting deeper. “Just dinner, right? You’re not going to surprise me with anything big?” he pleaded.

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36 & 59... Im testing your angst ability naomi ehehee ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ with taeyong

↳ “I’m tired of being your secret.” || “Don’t say you love me.”

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pairing: taeyong x reader

genre: angst x superstar!taeyong

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: i’m sweating as i upload this. i hope i’ve met your expectations for with this angst haha. also @honeytaeyong happy belated birthday! think of this as a small present <3
i really enjoy writing celebrities/rich people for some reason. what i mean by this au is pretty much taeyong isn’t in nct and he’s instead a solo star who is well rounded in his abilities.

Lee Taeyong was the envy of many. Monthly red-carpet appearances, weekly interviews on morning talk shows, and photo shoots in exotic locations. Designer clothes hand-tailored and delivered to his front door, private lounges filled with a plethora of expensive liquor, and endless access to an array of luxurious automobiles and private jets.

Men aspired to live the life he lived and women aspired to live in his life. They all longed to meet the famous man who turned heads on runways, wooed audiences on the big screen, and performed on stage to thousands of screaming fans. Lee Taeyong was well-versed in modeling, acting, and singing. He was a global superstar and no one could argue against that statement.

Yet, there was one aspect of his life that intrigued everyone: where was the girl? Where was his princess, his queen, his true love? For the past three years there had been rumors and sightings, but no confirmations, no headlines, and no statements. For someone whose parents were constantly discussing possible choices for their son, it was surprising he had yet to find someone.

Every red carpet event was done solo and, every intrusive question that arose in an interview, Taeyong would smile and simply say he had yet to find the one.

Though that was not the complete truth.

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A Sonny Carisi One Shot

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“‘You’re a catch. Real sweet, pretty, only one who calls me Sonny—not to mention that you’re one hell of a dancer.’”

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(2.1K words)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Attempted assault, mild cursing, mild blood

No one expected you to be an expert on it. In fact, everyone expected you to be rather awkward; Olivia hoped that could be explained away by your supposed inexperience—your “character” could easily be seen as a first-time stripper without having it affect the case.

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Next Time (Part 2)

A/N : First off, I want to say A HUGE THANK YOU for the love on part one. I honestly really appreciate it!! I got so many nice people saying nice things and I wanted to write this one as a token of appreciation. I really do hope you enjoy it and it makes you smile. 

Part 1 


That was the only word you could use to describe the place. The famous club was literally glistening with richness and power. There were so many beautiful woman owning the dance floor, swaying with confidence and power. 

You black heels clicked the marble floor as people shuffled out of the way when they saw you coming, mostly because you were walking in front of Frost, wearing a slight smile of cockiness as you turned into the private lounge he guided you in. ‘Thank you, Frost.’ you said and offered him a smile. ‘I’ll go get him.’ He replied and nodded in return before giving you a little smile back. 

While you were sitting down on the big white sofa, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to the addictive atmosphere of free spirited humans, dancing the night away while wearing the smell of rebellion and freedom. Somehow, deep down you were craving  to have a taste of this life.

You just wanted to be bad. 

The beaded curtain ruffled and interrupted your trains of sinful thoughts. You were in mid motion of turning to face the entrance when you suddenly felt the light graze of a familiar touch on your shoulder. You breath hitched as the finger slowly made it’s way to the side of your face and angled your head up softly.


His voice was raspy as he leaned down and ever so lightly kissed the skin right below your jaw, beside your ear.  ‘Joker.’ you greeted him back, savoring the moment.

He plopped down lazily on the sofa across you. He spread his arms on the arm rest, eyeing the crowd through the curtains before turning his head to you. His blue eyes visibly turned few shaded darker when it trailed up your legs slowly but stopped when he saw the gun beside you.

‘You here to shoot me, kitten?’ he asked, slowly and darkly. 

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‘Yes.’ You uttered. ‘Apparently my authorities found out about your little visit.’ The joker broke into a laughter, throwing his head back. ‘Don’t act like you didn’t make your men tip them off so I would have to come for you.’

‘Oh sweets, there are many other ways I can make you come for me.’ He said, smirking. You could feel the heat rush up to your cheeks, realizing what he meant. ‘That’s not what… what I..I meant..’ You stuttered. He only winked at you in return.

‘I’m here to tell you to back away.’ you said, hoping to change the topic. ‘I can’t have the best of both worlds. So, stay off my radar and I won’t have to bring you in.’ The little speech left your mouth as you walked over and stood watching the people on the dance floor with a sense of longing in your heart. You opened your mouth to say something else when you felt the warmth of someone standing behind you. Two hands were on your waist without warning, holding you in place. 

Your heart was pounding as you weakly tried to move from his grip, but his grip was strong.

‘Ya want this life kitten, I can see the hunger in your eyes.’ he taunted, pushing your hair to one side. Your eyes closed while your body surrendered under his touch. His right hand clasped over yours that was holding the gun, slowly bringing it up and aiming it at the guy Frost was standing behind, probably one of Joker’s target for the night. 

He kissed your neck ever so slightly before whispering in your ear. ‘Do it, do it, do it.’ 

A voice was telling you not to but there was a bigger voice telling you to pull the trigger and join this life once in for all, to be on the other side. You closed your eyes, took a deep breathe and made up your mind. 

This is what you’ve always wanted and it’s time to start living for yourself. Smiling at the decision, you removed the gun from the target and pushed the Joker back down onto the sofa in a swift movement.

He was caught off guard, a few green hair strands falling before his face. You kicked off your heels and straddled his lap, not breaking eye contact. ‘Give me a taste of this life.’ You half asked, half commanded.

The second the words left your mouth, the Joker wasted no time in pulling your face to his by your neck and crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough, nothing near passionate like the other day. It was laced with pure hunger and dominance. 

You pulled away, breathing heavily. Your hands cupped his face and broke into a giggle when you saw his lipstick slightly smeared, hair tousled. Without breaking eye contact, you aimed the gun at a light bulb, dimming the lounge.

He shifted his weight and lightly pushed you on the sofa like it was nothing and hovered before you.  His chest was heaving up and down with excitement while he took in your features. 

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‘Lay down, Princess.’ he said, in a commanding tone.

Your last shred of innocence was broken when you uttered the word that has been on running through your mind since your first encounter with him.

‘Okay, daddy.’  

A/N: DID I DO JUSTICE?! I really hope yall like it. This is actualy the first time I am writing a part 2. I spent so long on this. Please send feedback so I can improve or tell me how the fic was. HUGE credits to owners of the gifs for allowing me to spice up my fic even more.

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DC (Suicide Squad) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Joker

Warnings: alcohol consumption, violence and swearing

Request: “Hey could I get a one shot where the joker sees the reader at the club and is fascinated by her, he starts keeping an eye on her but when another mob boss goes to kidnap her because she owes them something like money, she starts kicking ass. The joker realizes that he was not stalking a regular girl but a badass mutant, which makes him obsessed with her? Ty” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,363

A/N: hope this was alright !!

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Sanvers Week Day 6: Smut

This is what happens when you can’t decide what type of smut you want to write and then end up with just a whole bunch of feelings about these two crazy kids.

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(Please note that this chapter is M/E rated. And there are themes of slight bondage {handcuffs} mentioned at one point. But it’s brief and you can skip over it.)



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Vegas, baby.

A night in Vegas was an idea on your behalf; you were joking around with your soon to be husband while trying to clasp his attention to take him away from his football game he was thoroughly getting into. When more than half his attention and energy is put into watching some football game, he is unbelievably hard to talk to, but incredibly easy to mess with and lure him into committing to things he otherwise would generally contemplate. While he was muttering under his breath a string of cuss words, words you hate being uttered in the house, but you made an exception for sporting games. You intrigued his attention when the words ‘vegas,’ and 'bachelorette party,’ ran off the tip of your tongue. 

He turned away from the action of the football game, his eyes shining blindingly over at you, a smirk forming on your lips. For a moment he frowned, a clear inkling he does not like the concept of you in Vegas for your bachelorette party while surrounded by god knows how many other bachelorettes with the same idea as you. He has seen far too many movies to know that Vegas and bachelorettes is not an idea he wants for you. 

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Amor Vincit Omnia ( Yoongi/Oc)

Chapter 19

“She wouldn’t really do something like that. At the end of the day, Mrs. Min loves her son, I’m sure she was just trying to get him to bend to her will. Yoongi won’t stand for that.”

Except when he’d gone ahead and married me.

“Okay.” I said nervously.

Namjoon squeezed my shoulder in a half-hug.

“don’t worry too much about that. If anything, we should be worried about Hye Mi. I saw her outside Yoongi’s office tonight. Security didn’t let her in of course, but there’s something very unstable about her.” Jimin said , a hint of nervousness in his voice. Taehyung wrapped an arm around the shorter male’s waist, kissing the side of his temple.  Jimin leaned back against his chest at once but still looked a little worried.

“Don’t worry, Jiminie. She’s not coming anywhere near Yoongi .” He said , voice low and oddly soothing. Jimin seemed to actually relax, physically when Taehyung was around and I found it very endearing.

“It’s not that she’s crazy or something. She’s known him for twenty years now. That kind of attachment isn’t going to go away easily.” Seokjin said firmly and Hobi rolled his eyes.

“Don’t defend her after what she did…” He snapped and Seokjin rolled his eyes.

“I’m not defending her. i just…”

“She’s never really loved Yoongi. She only loves what he stands for. Power and wealth.” Jung Kook said furiously and Seokjin looked like he regretted opening his mouth.

“Please. I just.. I don’t want her to be hurt either…”

They all turned to me in unison.

“How can you even say that after she..” Namjoon started but Seokjin clamped a hand on his mouth.

“Namjoon stop. ” Hobi hissed.

“I know you think she’s harmless, Ji soo, but the truth is she’s both heartless as well as obsessed. it’s a dangerous combination.” Jimin said , looking disgusted.

The door to the private lounge swung open and Yoongi came in, taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. He stopped when he saw me, gave me a brief smile before making his way over and lightly patting my shoulder.

“What are you doing here? I dropped by the studio…” He said.

“I had no classes today. The kids are on vacation. Jimin picked me up.” I smiled back and he gave me a searching look.

“You’re okay? ” He whispered, for my ears only.

“Fine.” I whispered back and he smiled again before moving away. He took the couch next to Jung kook who promptly dropped into his lap, feigning exhaustion.

“Hyung, you’ve become a softie these days. ” He whined and Yoongi gave him a casual push, till he toppled onto the carpet.

“Did you talk to Hye Mi? Tell her to stay away…” Namjoon said bluntly and Yoongi glanced at me at once. That little glance bothered me a bit. Was he wary of me being there.?

“Hye Mi will get over it. She’s just a little distraught. I’m sure we don’t have to go over board…”

“I told her to stay the fuck away from me. If she’s foolish enough to ignore my warning, she can damn well face the consequences. That’s it. End of discussion. ” Yoongi snapped.

There was silence for a minute and then they all started talking again, on different topic, Hye Mi seemingly forgotten at once.

I watched them for sometime, feeling a little unsettled. They seemed to be okay now, but Jimin’s words scared me considerably. Was Hye Mi unstable? She hadn’t seemed that way …

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi’s voice next to me , made me jump . I hadn’t noticed that he’d come over to my side. I looked up at him and there was a slight frown marring his face. i immediately relaxed my face into a smile and squeezed the hand on my shoulder.

“I’m okay. Just thinking.” I said . He held a hand out, promting me to stand up. I followed him as he led me over to a secluded alcove in the lounge, with a small couch and at hearing distance from the others. I settled on the couch and he perched on the armrest, legs crossed casually as he leaned back . It was oddly soothing having him at armlength. He draped an arm around my shoulder and gave a little squeeze.

“You want to talk about it?” He said quietly.

“I..just.. Hye Mi…” I said helplessly.

He hesitated before shrugging.

“It would be foolish to think she’s harmless. She’s intelligent and like Namjoon said my mother isn’t likely to actually take her side against me. She’s sure to have other tricks up her sleeve if she’s actually trying something. You don’t have to worry too much. I’m keeping a close eye on her. She’s not going to be able to do anything.”

“I just want you to be safe.” I said softly. He smiled and nodded. Reached out and gently linked our fingers together.

“I’ll be fine. We should do something fun, sometime. Take our minds off all this drama. ” He said seriously.

Before i could reply , Jung Kook called out from the other side of the room.

“Are you guys going to start making out? That kind of fun had better be private.” He shouted. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, brat.” He said , smiling levelly.

“Which reminds me. Hyung, I’ve got my dance school’s showcase coming up. I was wondering if Ji Soo would like to partner up with me?” He said with a smile.

“I’d like that.” I said with a smile when at the exact same moment Yoongi let out a vehement. “No. find someone else.”

Jung kook looked from me to him, apparently uncomfortable and I gave Yoongi a curious glance.

“It’s just a dance, right?” I said hesitantly.

“Like hell it is. All the worst men of Seoul gather around to ogle scantily clad women who flaunt their bodies on a stage. I’ll be damned if I let you prance around like that.” He snapped.

Jung Kook spluttered indignantly.

“Hyung, that’s unfair! Dancing is an art form, I don’t…”

“No means No, Jung kook. Find someone else.” Yoongi said shortly and Jung Kook gave me a pleading look.

“Come on, Yoongi…It’ll be just me and him right…?” I said gently and he gave me a withering stare.

“Are you honestly into walking around naked in front of a bunch of lecherous old men? If that’s your thing, you can go right ahead and join that strip club he calls a dance studio.” He snapped.

“Yoongi, be nice.” Seokjin said warningly and Jung Kook stood up furiously.

“You know what, you don’t own her. If she wants to dance, she can damn well dance. Right, Ji Soo?” He turned to me with his eyes flashing and I blinked in surprise. How on earth had I got in the middle of these two? I wasn’t that into dancing. Had only even mentioned it because of idle curiosity.

But Jung Kook was right, Yoongi didn’t own me. If I wanted to, I ought to be able to dance.

“I think I can try. Just to see if I’m comfortable with it.” I said, watching Yoongi carefully. He glared at me so fiercely, I wanted to take a few steps back.

“I can’t believe you… The last time you got up on a stage in front of people , you almost had a heart attack. Now you want to go dance?” He said, tone coated with disbelief.

“I’m not saying I’ll go ahead and do it, Yoongi. It just seemed like fun. I want to try… what can possibly be wrong with trying?” I argued. He rolled his eyes.

“ If you’re not ready to listen to sense, fine. I’m not going to waste my time talking about this. I’m not turning up at that thing as well. You’ll be on your own.  Don’t come crying to me when something goes wrong.” He said furiously, before getting up from near me and stalking out of the room. I stared after him in defeat. Yoongi was still the incredibly unreasonable man I’d married apparently.

Jimin waited a full minute before giving Taehyung a light grin.

“You were right TaeTae. It’s always better to work out differences in the bedroom.” He leered. Taehyung gave a surprised chuckle while Namjoon glared at the pair.

“Oh my God. that’s disgusting…” Hobi kicked Jimin .

I wasn’t paying attention though, already wondering why it was so hard to keep the peace with my supposed love interest.


“Hold your arms out, straight out in front, wrists firm, drop your palms and rotate your neck, 360 degrees. ” Jung Kook said and I followed accurately, my neck cricking a bit. The move was very sensual, my hair falling around me like a silk curtain of sorts. He’d insisted that my hair looked better left loose.

“Hands on either side of your waist, trace an eight with your hip, that’s right. ”

Despite the slightly risque choreo, I enjoyed dancing with Jung Kook , who was a phenomenal dancer. But a part of me still stung with the strong rejection that Yoongi had shown the previous day. It really didn’t make sense to me. Sure, he was a bit possessive but Jung kook had told me that there would be less than fifty guests, all of them very close friends and most of them decent guys. Friends of Yoongi’s for that matter. But I knew that other than the six of them, yoongi didn’t view anyone as a friend.

“I’m having fun, Jung Kook. Thank you for that.” I said after he switched off the music and gave me a smile.

“Well, you’re a natural so I should be the one thanking you. Even so, it was nice that you stood up to Yoongi. He should understand that he can’t brow beat you around.”

I smiled uncomfortably.

“He doesn’t usually. I actually don’t know why he’s so upset over it.” i frowned.

Jung kook shrugged.

“He’s fiercely possesive. And protectiove and headstrong. it’s a horrible combination of traits. I think it’s lucky he met someone like you. I mean, not that you’re easily bullied or anything, but you seem like the kind of giel who wouldn’t go up against him for every little thing. You let him have his way often and that makes a difference, He knows he can trust you and he lets you make the decisions sometimes. I’m sure it’ll get better as you guys get to know each other.” Jung Kook grinned.

I stared at him.

“It’s funny. Hearing someone talk about him like that. it makes me wonder what anyone would say about me…” I said softly.

“About you?”

“I’m not… I don’t think I have any particular trait. Maybe I would have had some, if I’d been allowed to grow up the way i was supposed to. Most of the time though, I’d just suppress whatever I felt and do what was required. I think I’m still like that. even yesterday, I wanted to immediately tell you that I didn’t want to do this thing with the dance, because Yoongi looked upset. ” I said with a sigh.

Jung Kook reached out and squeezed my wrist.

“You should talk to Yoongi about this. It won’t help if he’s so headstrong all the time. You should learn to live your life and he should learn how to let go sometimes. ”

I didn’t respond.

But deep down I knew he was right.


“Are you angry?” Yoongi said gruffly, offering me a one armed hug and thrusting a bouquet of what looked like a gazillion roses into my hand. I blinked and smiled, shaking my head as I let him into the studio. It was a little past nine and Jung Kook had just dropped me off at the studio.

“No, I’m not angry. But at least you know I have the right to be.” I said primly and he ducked his head, looking a little embarrassed.

“I know I must have looked like a bastard, yelling at you like that in front of the guys…”

I shrugged.

“You’ve said worse. ” I reminded him and he looked stricken.

“I’m trying to apologize. You should stop making me feel like trash.” He said petulantly.

I couldn’t help it, I laughed.

“Apology accepted. I’m surprised you decided to apologize actually.”

Yoongi shrugged.

“I promised you I’ll try to do the right thing when it comes to our relationship. i know I’m bad at this stuff but I’m willing to learn.  I talked to Seokjin hyung and Namjoon and they explained it to me. We’re in this together right? ” He smiled.

I nodded.

“ Good. I just… I know the kind of things the guys talk about when they see women dancing. I’ve been like that too. I just didn’t want anyone talking about you like that.” He said softly.

“That’s very sweet of you. Would you like to sit down, I just made some dukbokki” I said.

He followed me to the kitchen and told me a bit about his day.

“There’s a bunch of projects I’m trying to get approved. They involve some of the estates that Seokjin’s endorsing but the whole thing is being held up because of some problem with the planning committee.” He was saying. I hummed periodically, moving around and getting our dinner trays ready. I didn’t know a lot about Yoongi’s business but he seemed to like talking to me about eevrything and I enjoyed listening to his voice. So it was a win-win really.

Once we sat down to dinner he reached out and kissed my cheeks.

“I’d like for us to get married agin…someday.” He said softly. I froze in place, mildly stunned, heart pounding.

He grinned.

“Do you really want us to live in sin?” He winked.

“We’re not living together…” I reminded him. Or sinning. Definitely no sinning involved.

Yoongi shrugged.

“We could. I was actually thinking of moving in here with you. For safety’s sake. I’m not very happy about you staying here by yourself. ”

I stared at him, aware of a very pervasive heat spreading through my body.

“Yoongi…” My voice came out scratchy and his gaze softened.

“This isn’t a proposition Ji Soo… I can sleep on the couch…” He said gently. But a naughty smile played around his mouth. “ unless you invite me into your bed. Which is also totally cool.”

I smiled and shook my head. There was something very endearing about him, i realized. Very sincere and honest. Yoongi would always be true to himself and loyal to me. I just knew it. He didn’t have it in him to hide who he was and I loved that so much.

“I’d like to marry you too, someday.” I said quietly.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist, kissing the soft skin on the inside lightly.

“Thank you. I know I’m not…. the best choice for a husband . I mean, i know I’m a lot to put up with. Thank you for not kicking me to the curb.” He grinned but there was a note of genuine gratitude there that made my eyes sting.

When dinner was done,  I slowly brought up a subject that had bothering me a lot. I had been almost a month since we’d started seeing each other and other than the occasional kiss , he stayed away from me. I didn’t know if he wasn’t interested or if he thought I wasn’t. it didn’t help that I tended to pretty much freeze up , heart pounding when he stepped a bit too close. It was becoming worse, the more i got to know him. It seemed the more I fell in love with him, the more shy I was becoming.

“We can… You could.. I mean I wouldn’t mind if you… you know tried to…”

I sounded like a train wreck in slow-motion.

Yoongi gave me a look that clearly said.’ What the hell is wrong with your ability to talk?’  

“We could kiss..” I blurted out and He blinked in confusion.

“Wow. Okay. ” He laughed . “ Come here then.”

He patted his lap of all things and I had the sudden burning desire to run as fast as i could. i imagined actually going over and lowering myself down on him and…no.

I would expire on the spot. I backtracked furiously.

“Actually, ” I said, heart pounding in my throat. “ I changed my mind. You should go.”

“Come here.” He narrowed his gaze and my pulse actually sped up even more.

I was going to die. Oh, God i was going to die.

“No.. No.. really.. it’s stupid..” I stood up taking a few steps back and he sighed and stretched fingers linked together and arm raised over his head . He rolled his shoulders as though he was getting ready to destroy something.

“I said.. Come here.” He stood up slowly and I stumbled back till I hit the wall. Without thinking i dived for the door leading to the office but he was quicker, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against the warmth of his shirt. He smelled like heaven. Day long cologne and the smell of a hard-working male . I whimpered when he pressed me against the wall, hips anchoring me to the hard surface.

“What’s scaring you? it’s just me right… Do i frighten you?” He whispered.


“No. I just… I don’t …” I was completely at a loss for words. There were so many things going through my head right now and not even one thing worth articulating out loud without sounding like a complete loon.

“Easy.. i just want to hold you… ” He whispered, reaching out carefully and framing the side of my face with his hand.

“Yoongi..” I breathed out, terrified that he would kiss me. Terrified that he wouldn’t.

“You’re beautiful. You know I’ll never hurt you right? ” He said, kissing the corner of my mouth and pulling back, looking concerned.

I nodded quickly.

“Of course..I just…It’s all so very new to me…” I said helplessly. He smiled.

“And I love that. I love that I’m the only one who gets to teach you this. Teach you everything.” He smiled and captured my lips with his.

As easily as always, he turned my body to mush in his hands. I melted into his embrace, his kiss drugging me completely. The sweet sweet taste filling my senses, even as his fingers slipped through my thick hair, lightly tracing circles on the back of my head, making my entire body sing with pleasure. He flicked my tongue with his, playfully tugging on my lips. I groaned when his tongue pushed in, tasting licking and making me crave more, more, more.

I jumped a little when his fingers lightly slipped down,. to the waistband of my skirt and tugged my blouse up a little. He slipped a finger in and for a few seconds, he just let his palms rest there, on the soft skin just above my waist to the left of my belly button, forefinger tracing soft little circle with the daintiest of touches. Feather light and so soft, barely there but completely breathtaking. My legs trembled a little and he pulled away.

“Do you want me to stop? ” He smiled.

I shook my head.

“Not now. But.. I mean.. we can a do a little more but I’m not.. i don’t know if I want to go all the way..” I blushed a bright tomato red but he gave me a very serious nod.

“anytime you say me to pause or stop. I’ll stop. ” He said briskly.

I nodded.

“Okay. Okay.”

“Good. Can i kiss you again?” He winked.


I melted.

“Yes.. please. ” I cringed at how needy i sounded but he didn’t seem to mind.

His lips closed over me again and this time I tried kissing him back, tried doing the same things he’d done to me and I must have done it right because he moaned against my lips. I lightly bit his lips, tried to push my tongue in but his was stronger and for a few minutes I just clutched at him wildly, trying to win against his agile tongue and finally sinking back in defeat. He chuckled into the kiss and then relaxed, let me lead, let me slowly explore the depths of his mouth , lightly tasting him, the rough ridges on his tongue.

He kissed me deeper and the languid motion of his lips, coincided with the lazy stroke of his fingers on my skin, moving up gently, tracing my ribs and then, finally, finally touching the edge of my breasts. He didn’t touch me or even cup me or try to slip his fingers inside my bra. Instead he just pressed his palm against my heart, feeling the thud of my pulse against his skin and the last defences inside me just crumbled.

Suddenly I knew without a modicum of doubt that I was in love with this man and would be in love with him for the rest of my life.

There would be no one else.


It started as a sort of fire inside me, licking its way upward till it consumed me. This burning, maddening desire that blotted out everything else leaving only a desperate aching want to hold him close to my heart, close to my body, inside me around me.

I burn for you.

“Take me to bed.”  I said without thinking, not even hesitating. He looked stunned.

“Ji Soo..”

“No. I mean it. I want to do this.. I.. I want to be.. with you. Like that. I want to be yours. In every way..” I clutched at him rather desperately and he pulled me close, wrapping an arm around me and gently hugging me.

“Shush.. You’re mine. Of course you’re mine.. We don’t have to have sex for that to be true angel.. ”

“Yoongi…I.. you told me.. that .. that you burn for me.. Now I know what that means..I burn for you too…  Just.. Take me to bed, please…”

He hugged me, kissed my hair, the edge of my jaw and the curve of my neck.

“Okay…Okay… sweetheart. But you know you can tell me to stop right.. Anytime , I hurt you…” He looked uncharacteristically vulnerable as he stared at me and I wanted to kiss him breathless.

“Yes."I said firmly. ” I know. And that’s precisely why I’m not going to tell you to stop.“

I kissed him. He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me up before carrying me into the bedroom. Placing me down at the edge of the bed, he moved to the vase where I’d placed the roses.

I watched as he slowly took a handful of the blooms, gathering the petals before sprinkling them on the pristine white sheets. I watched mesmerized as they scattered all over the bed in a fragrant ruby red shower.

It was an oddly romantic gesture, one I’d never expect from someone like Yoongi.

And then something really momentous happened. He looked me in the eye and said very clearly.

"I love you, Ji soo. Will you be mine?” He whispered.

I smiled back like a loon, my face almost splitting in two.

“I already am, Min Yoongi ssi.." 


I woke up with almost every single muscle aching. I blinked a bit, vaguely remembering last night. I grimaced. It had been ….odd. There really was no other word for it. Pain and pleasure, I’d never once realized that the two things could be linked. Or that the brain could oscillate between the two so fast. It had been excruciatingly painful but had felt mindblowingly good as well.

did that make sense?

Sometime during the night, she had kicked the blanket away. I shivered lightly , trying to stare out the window. it was still a little dark, the sky a dull grey, heralding pre-dawn. I stretched a bit, enjoying the way my bones ached and my spine curved off the bed.

"You’re cold. Get under the blanket.” Yoongi’s muffled voice came from underneath the comforter and I smiled at how he sounded, groggy and rough and slightly drunk.

“I like how the cold feels . ” I said honestly. I really did. It felt nice, gooseflesh breaking out all over my skin, sending shivers up and down my body.

He looked up over the blanket then, and I felt the familiar pang of amazement at how genuinely beautiful the man was.

“Never mind. I’ll warm you myself.”

I laughed as he kicked the blanket away and climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and shaping my breasts with warm hands. He kissed the side of my temple, down to my earlobe, lightly suckling on the skin before moving down to the juncture of my neck and shoulders. He had a very different way of kissing, an open-mouthed kiss that left slick wet trails behind as he lightly bit and licked the skin. Yoongi was the exact opposite of what I’d thought he’d be. More gentle, patient exploration than explosive passion. It definitely warmed me, inside and out.

I waited for him to start but true to his word, he just held me, lightly touching me all over, His body pressed close against mine. He was hard and angular in all the places that I was soft and pliant and our bodies fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle. I sighed in genuine contentment , wrapping my arms around his neck and he looked down at me.

“Are you okay.?” He smiled.

I nodded.


He kissed me hard and fast, tongue pushing in without preamble and fingers fluttering down to grab the back of my thigh, prompting me to open my legs up till he could fit in between, the hard press of his arousal against my stomach making me bite my lips .

He slipped two fingers inside me , facing no resistance at all and I fell back against the pillows , stunned at how sensitive I was. there was no pain now. Just mindblowing pleasure that spread throughout my body like wildfire. He kissed my eyelids and pulled back. His fingers slipped out of me as well and I felt bereft and empty, my hips chasing his hand and begging for more. But he didn’t touch me, instead kissing the hollow of my neck, down to the valley between my breasts.

When he pushed into me, I saw stars. I felt grounded, steadied and anchored to reality as he moved inside me, hard strong and just so… real. His movements were, slow controlled and downright lazy. I enjoyed the gentle rocking motion of his hips against mine, the weight of his body pressing me into the bed, the little stubble from his chin rubbing against the skin of my cheek. He made little noises of pleasure against my ears and I filed them away in memory. Yoongi sounded so arousing, his voice shaky and husky as he slid in and out of me.

Then he pulled out and lightly kissed me.

“Turn over.”

I blinked but obediently, turned around turning my face a bit till my cheek was pressed into the pillow. He covered my back with his chest and the warmth of his body churned my insides. I whimpered, when he lightly lifted my hips, nudged my thighs apart and slid in from behind, the new angle making my body seize up in pleasure. His entire weight pressed into me and I could barely breathe but I loved it so much. The heaviness of his body on mine, the way he rained kisses across my back while his hips snapped forward ruthlessly. The gentleness of his mouth and lips on my neck and shoulders at sharp contrast with how fast he was rocking into me.

My world exploded without warning and I sobbed a little as he pressed down harder, all hard angles and brute force.

When it was done, he pulled the blanket over both of us and spooned me from the back.

“We need a proper honeymoon.” He said, voice already tinged with sleep.

“I agree.” I kissed the arm lay casually across my shoulder, fingers lightly brushing back and forth against my nipple.

“I love you.” I said impulsively and he grunted.

Laughing, I turned and went back to sleep.

We spent the rest of the week away from each other, because Yoongi had an important business deal that required him to be in the office twenty four seven. The showcase for Jung kook’s studio went well and unfortunately Yoongi couldn’t attend. but I had fun and later we all went out for dinner. I missed Yoongi of course, but I understood now what Jung Kook meant about me living my own life. I loved Yoongi and he was an important, perhaps the most important part of my life. But he wasn’t the only thing either. I had other interests. Things that I liked and enjoyed . Things that defined me.

The children came back from vacation and as September faded into the bleak, cold and wet months of October, I started feeling a lot like a different human being.

a real person.

I could make decisions. I could make mistakes.

I could finally live.

One evening, Yoongi and I lay nestled on a bunch of pillows on the living space of his penthouse when he lightly kissed my hand.

“Should we get married?” He said suddenly and I hesitated.

“Now?” It was hardly a question. We were almost married, in every sense of the word. We spent most of our days and nights together.

“I was thinking sometime around Christmas? I spoke to my mother and father and they want me to make a public announcement soon. My mum in particular refuses to believe that you won’t leave me hanging again.” He rolled his eyes.

“Ommonim must have been very hurt…” I said apologetically and he shrugged.

“She’s old fashioned that way. Doesn’t matter. I’m glad we went through with the divorce. I like the idea of us starting again. With a real marriage.”

I nodded.

“And what about Hye Mi?” I Said hesitantly.

He looked a little upset.

“She attempted suicide a few days back. I wasn’t planning on telling you, but I guess… it’s best if you know.” He said.

I stared at him in distress. There was genuine sadness in his gaze and I understood. Hye Mi may have made bad decisions but she had been in love with Yoongi for a long time. And in his own way Yoongi had cared for her.

“And?” I prompted.

“I spoke to her parents in the US. They’ve agreed to take her back home. She needs help. ” He looked a little guilty and I hugged him tightly.

“I’m sorry.” I said honestly.

“Don’t be. Whatever we went through , I… I never led her on. I was very clear about how I felt about her. If she’d…If she’d talked to me about it, tried to understand I would have helped her. I don’t approve of her coming after my friends . ”

I nodded.

“I’ve been thinking… Maybe it’s time to stop with BTS>” He said gently.

I stared at him in surprise.


“When I first started having feelings for you, one of my beiggest fears was that you would ask me to stop with all that stuff. But you didn’t You never did and well, I love that about you. You’ve never tried to tell me what to do or how to do it. It’s something a guy like me doesn’t get that often you know, unconditional acceptance. I think, that makes it more important for me to do this. I’ve spoken to the guys about this and they agree as well. I mean…of course , I can’t just drop everything but I’d like to withdraw myself. Not get involved unnecessarily. I want to keep you safe.”

I nodded, mutely.

“I want us to start a family someday. And well, it won’t help if the father’s always getting shot at. We’ll still need a lot of protection and security but I think I would feel better if I don’t hang a target on your head with my actions.” He stroked the back of my head and I nodded again.

“I’m happy you feel that way. ” I smiled.

He shrugged.

“So what do you say?”


“Will you marry me?”

I blinked when he stood up suddenly and sank to one knee in front of me. I was on the floor in frot of him and so it was all so ridiculous.

Until he pulled out a small box and held it open.

I stared at the small platinum chain there, and pulled it out gently. It was a little black casing with a grain of rice inside. On it inscribed beautifully Till death do us part.


“I had it made, that night at the charity ball… I thought it was fate…the fact that we made ones for each other….” He gently pulled the chain around his neck, which held the similar one I’d given him.

“So.. what do you say?” He smiled.

“Of course I’ll marry you…” I smiled happily, throwing my arms around his neck and tackling him to the floor.

This was it, I though, as he pressed me into the cushion and kissed me breathless.

This was my prince charming.

This was my happy ending.

And the little frightened girl inside me, the one who had spent the best part of her life being beaten, abused , hurt and crying,  finally smiled.


We got married last Winter.

In life, you get handed some things by default. Like family . Parents. Your status in life.

But some things you get the opportunity to shape and form.

Love. Career . Your own family.

some people cling to the things they can’t change, ignoring the ones they can. While others learn to let go of the things they can’t change and focus on what they can.

When I think of all the things Yoongi and I have gone through, I feel certain that the secret to our relationship is our acceptance of each other. I know that he’ll always be a bit possessive. He knows I’ll always be a bit of a coward. We’ve learnt to put up with each other , to ignore those little flaws and focus on the things we love.

He still snaps at me..

Still ignores me sometimes when he’s annoyed or thinking of something.

But I don’t let it get to me.

It helps that there’s always flowers , cuddling and kisses later, once he realizes he’s been mean to me.

And he didn’t fully leave BTS either. I always knew that was a bit of a bluff. But he didn’t put himself in danger either and well, I was grateful for that. Our wedding took place in one of the biggest hotels in Seoul. All six of the guys were best men. I’m pretty certain all the women in the crowd went wild when they showed up in their pure white tuxes.

We honeymooned in New York. It wasn’t a very long one. Just ten days, but then I fell in love over a hundred times , over and over again.

“Ji Soo”

I almost knocked over the bowl of kimchi as my husband’s panicked voice came across the house.

“What’s wrong?” I called out. I hadn’t even heard him come in.

“It says here that Oral sex can kill the baby…”

He looked postively green.

I blinked in confusion. And horror. Mostly horror.

“What on earth…?”

I walked over slowly to the couch, when he was sitting, still in his suit and jacket with his phone in one hand while he stared at some website. I was very conscious of the added weight of the baby. At seven months I felt like a small house, waddling around,

“Oh…” I stared at the website where sure enough it warned about Oral sex during pregnancy…“ Oh. Well okay. ” I smiled.

“But that night we…”

I rolled my eyes.

“That was six months ago. the baby’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He pressed both palms against my belly, smoothing over the curve, concentrating on feeling movement. One he got a resounding kick as a response , he relaxed a bit.

“Okay?” I prompted, threading my fingers through his hair while he kissed my stomach.

“Okay…” He said sheepishly.

“You’re unbelievable. Now go get washed up… ” I tugged on his tie and kissed him soundly.

He moaned into the kiss, gently grabbing the side of my waists and maneuvering me till I was on his lap, awkwardly perched on him.

“That oral thing though… it’s okay if it’s the other way round…right?” He said hopefully and I laughed in disbelief.

“You’re insatiable, Min Yoongi ssi. Now go change fast… Dinner’s getting cold.” I climbed off him and he pouted before letting me go.

“I love you, babe.” HE called out, once I went back into the kitchen.

“I love you too…” I called out.

And I did.

With all my heart and soul.

For better or for Worse.

Till death do us part.

The end

AUTHOR’S NOTE : Is that enough fluff? did you cringe as much as I did!! lol… Thank you for reading… Be sure to reblog and let me know what you thought!! :)