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Mr. Min - Chapter 06

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 26,321 

A/N: I’m so sorry.  I don’t think I’m capable of doing short chapters anymore.  Feel free to read this on AO3 instead if your app messes up.  

And a huge round of applause to the always lovely, @avveh, for beta-ing this behemoth.  I’m so sorry to put you through that lol.

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 

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Red Roses

I saw this adorable art from @the-sacred-pecan-pie and needed to write something about all those roses. 



His mama saved the flowers from the bouquet she carried when she walked down the aisle.

Bitty found them when he was five years old and bored and snooping through his parents room.

He found a stack of photo albums beneath old sweaters and dress shoes that his daddy rarely ever wore.

The first one was old and musty and filled with people he had never seen before in black and white and yellowing at the corners.

He quickly pushed that one out of the way and kept opening up new ones until the photos switched to color and he started to recognize his moomaw and his mama.

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Into You

Summary: Y/N really likes Bucky, but she’s sure there’s no way in hell he likes her back.

Request: Hi could I make a request, with Bucky and reader, where reader really likes Bucky, but she’s really self loathing, and doesn’t think she’s good enough for him, and tony throws one of his party’s, she’s gets dressed up, but she’s Bucky with another girl, and leaves the party, but what she doesn’t know is Bucky likes her and wasn’t even listening to the girl, he sees her run and goes after her and confesses and it’s all really fluffy ending of that makes any sense 🤗

Author’s Note: Guess who did a one-shot for the first time in a hundred years? Okay so I strayed a bit away from the ending, but other than that it should be what you asked for. Hope you like it! x

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Masterlist

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“You nearly done in there?!” Natasha exclaimed, hammering on the door.

“Good god, woman, give me a minute!” you yelled, giving yourself one last look in the mirror, before rolling your eyes, muttering a “fuck it” under your breath. You unlocked the door, and no sooner than you’d placed your hand on the handle, Natasha yanked it open.

You muttered profanities under your breath in surprise, before chuckling in amusement as she slammed the door shut.

“You ready?” you asked Wanda, who nodded.

“Yes, because unlike the two of you, I plan ahead when I know I’m having a night out,” she said smugly. You groaned quietly, causing her to let out a soft laugh.

“Tasha, you’ve got five seven minutes before we leave you here and take the taxi without you!” you yelled, causing her to slam her fist on the door in frustration.

You chuckled, before slipping your heels on. Glancing up, you saw Wanda looking at you; a smug smile on her face.

“Heels?” she questioned, hinting to the fact that you rarely, if ever, wore high heels.

You shrugged.

“Yeah?”

She didn’t say anything else, just raised her eyebrows and nodded exaggeratedly.

“I don’t get why you’re so surprised, we are going to a party, after all,” you grumbled.

“No, I know, I know, it’s just unusual. You dressing up for anyone in particular? Anyone special?” she asked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“For God’s sake, Wanda,” you huffed, before walking over to hammer on the bathroom door. “We’re leaving!”

Steve had a tendency to pair the same people up with each other during trainings and missions. You’d been paired with Bucky, mostly because the two of you fought very well together. To take the piss, Wanda and Natasha would tease you about it, saying you had a crush on him. It was understood by all three of you that this wasn’t, of course, the case.

Except that it kinda was.

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It wasn’t like it was intentional. Honestly, that’s just how she was as a person, it was a default. Her go-to. Especially in unique or uncomfortable situations, it’s a good icebreaker and can get a laugh or two out of those around her. By god she didn’t think that it had become such a strong reflex. Or else she would have quit a long time ago. But here she was, staring down at the delicately made flower crown on her pillow.

Saba had accidentally flirted with a fey. She wasn’t sure what type it was- but she had tripped in front of her. With her sharp teeth and glimmering, expressionless eyes. Saba had let out a chuckle on reflex and smoothly grinned up at her while she said: “Guess I fell for you.”

The Fey stared at her before walking away and Saba picked herself and began to walk to class when she realized what she had done. Then she fell again. Her first god damn week in this death maze of a school and she had already fucked up. Saba had been doing alright too, she fed and played with the crows(or passively allowed them to mess with her hair and tug at her clothes while feeding them her leftover curry) and gave respectful head nods to those she passed whether fey or not. Saba had ruined every little thing that set her in the background and now she was standing in a deadly limelight.

But now, gently stroking soft petals of flowers she had never seen before, there was no going back to a subtle life. She carefully stowed the flower crown inside her desk drawer on top of a rarely worn silk scarf of hers. Slightly anxious, Saba put on her usual mug of steaming hot milk and honey along with an additional plastic spider ring. She locked her door and placed a chair under the knob.

The next morning Saba had been trying to decide if she should or shouldn’t wear the flower crown. She settled on should and was careful to take it off when the crows mused with her hair. 

But then she made another mistake while sitting in the rain under a pink stegosaurus umbrella. A boy stood outside of the literature building, staring out at the rain and holding loose pages of paper. Saba shouted out to him.

“Hey! You! The one dripping with good looks!-” he pointed to himself and tilted his head. Saba squinted to see if he was smiling. “Yeah! You want me to walk you to where you need to go?” She pointed to her umbrella and stood up when he nodded eagerly. 

Saba jogged to him, one hand holding the umbrella and the other held protectively over the crown on her head. She felt her stomach drop as she noticed the lack of a mouth and striking red and orange eyes that adorned his face. She gulped as she held the umbrella higher to accommodate his height.

“So good lookin’, where to?” She wished she would stop talking. “trying to find a place thats as hot as you?” She wished she was dead.

Most of all, Saba hated herself for sounding so calm and casual, her default persona now turning into a massive burden. The fey chuckled and his hair ruffled from a nonexistent breeze. He pointed towards the forest. Saba didn’t bother to stop the groan that escaped her throat.

“Really? Oh…ugh fuck. Yeah, ok. Ok fine ok here we go-nnnnngggghhhhhh fuck.”

She walked with him towards the towering trees, flinching when he pressed closer to her to avoid the rain. Saba stopped at the edge of the wood, looking at him expectantly. The fey did not step out from the umbrella. Saba stared at the dirt and then looked at him, trying to avoid staring at the glowing tattoos on his neck.

“Um…I’m going to uh…give you this…”

She put the flower crown inside of her shirt and handed him the umbrella, giving him a brief wave before sprinting to her room without any breaks. Saba arrived there soaked and shivering.

She emailed her professor telling him she wouldn’t be in class. There was a heart shaped stone on her pillow. The mug had a single lipstick stain on its side, forming a perfect pair of lips. Saba cleaned it out, took a shower and then took a nap. The flower crown and the rock rested inside her drawer on top of a rarely used silk scarf.

Saba woke up only a few hours later, she did her homework and studied for her finals. She made three mugs of milk with honey and added cinnamon. She left one mug on her desk and stepped outside of her dorm room with the other two in her hands. Her umbrella rested on the floor in front of her and on top of it was a sage smudge stick. Saba wasn’t quite sure what that meant but decided to take it as a gift and not a threat and put it in her drawer. 

In all honesty, Saba can’t remember the third time it happened and all she can recall is setting out three mugs and receiving twigs, a candle and a bottle of water. Each item was kept safe in her drawer, which now had it’s own iron key to keep her roommate out of it(Saba wasn’t sure if she was a fey or not but hid the key well regardless). 

But Saba remembers the fourth time she had caught the attention of a fey. She had just perfected a batch of baklava for her final, she had been offering it to the few brave souls on campus who would accept food from strangers. The fourth fey had approached Saba when she sat in her seat in class, staring down at the 5 remaining treats. The fey had asked for one and without looking up Saba had smoothly replied.

“Sure, you can tell me if they’re good. But I doubt they are sweeter than you-”

Saba was handing them a piece when she noticed the curling horns that twisted and framed the feys face. She kept the polite smile on her face while the fey held out their hand- palm up- and waited for her to dispense the treat. Saba’s fingers grazed against the curved claws of the fey as she set the treat into their palm. She rambled about the cooking process, how she was trying to perfect the recipe as the fey carefully ate the food. The class carried on slowly and dully, Saba found the fey’s uncanny black eyes focused on the container of baklava. Saba nudged the treats towards the fey. She was too frightened to meet their eyes again.

At the end of the day, the tupperware was returned to her in shreds along with a note that gave a thorough but gentle synopsis of her treat. At the end of it, was a ‘$’ followed by the word ‘hair’. She tried not to shudder as she realized this accidental deal and the implications of following through with this request. To keep her mind off it it, she went into town.

Saba bought half and half that day and stocked up on honey. She passed by a Claire’s and ventured inside with a soft smile. That night she set out four mugs, a lock of hair, and several hair ties and earrings. When Saba woke up, her hair was neatly braided and tied with a cotton ribbon. She wore it for two days before putting the ribbon in her drawer.

It wasn’t for another month that Saba was one of the feys face to face again. She hadn’t forgotten the fey’s glittering eyes and sharp teeth but with a smile they were much less terrifying and glinted with a friendly warmth. The next week, early in the morning, Saba walked from the edge of a forest to the door of a building with the fey who’s hot hands warmed hers. There was a blank day in her memory where all that Saba remembers is waking up in bed, the smell of crayons and the gentle caress of feathers on her cheek as she fell asleep. Only three days ago Saba chose to sit next to a hulking shadowy figure whose horns curled tightly and cheeks glowed.

Saba’s days and months passed easier, she would write home about new friends and frequently went to craft and antique stores. There were always gifts, Saba would find them outside her room, in her backpack, sometimes in her clothes or even on her person. She would keep her eyes open for tiny things to give; a packet of seeds on the open book of a sharp-teethed girl sleeping in the library, a piece of coal at the edge of the forest, things that she falls asleep holding and wakes up to find her hands grasping at air, ladybug barrettes left on the windowsill of a slow classroom. Sometimes Saba would gift them nonmaterial things. A story, a listening ear, a whisper, a french braid, a tune, a met promise, a praise, an acknowledgment.

One day while restocking on dairy and honey, Saba returned with a large iron chest and cleaned her drawer- which had become full with gifts- only to find the silk scarf, one she rarely wore, absent.

  • Kirk: Hey, Bones, are you gonna write me into one of your medical records?
  • Bones: How could I not?
  • Kirk: When you do, make sure you describe the musculature right. Cause this isn’t just endurance work—there was a lot of strength training to get here. You wanna use words like “rippling” or “ripped.” “Ripped” is good.
  • Bones: Hmm… Captain Kirk’s belly was prone to rippling after every meal. He rarely wore shirts as they ripped under the strain.
  • Kirk: That hurts, Bones. That’s hurtful.
Daddy.

(Left the teacher unnamed for anyone you want to implement.)

You and your friends sat at a table in the back. Joking around. He sat as his desk watching you intently. “Guys if I have to tell you to be quiet again I’m going to have to separate you.” He growls. “Okay Dad.” You smirk. He immediately felt his pants tighten and you turn to return to your assignment. It was your last class of the day and you were ready to go home. The bell sounded off and allowed the class to leave. You stood up and walked out of the classroom, joining the rest of your friends. As the last students filed out, he groaned in annoyance. He couldn’t believe you’d say that so casually. He sat back in his chair and continued to grade his assignments.

The next day you and your friends were sitting in your usual spot at lunch. He happend to be walking back from the teachers lounge. His classroom was passed there. He could hear the music from one of your friends’ speakers. “Sexy Can I, visit you at work. When you sliding down the pole no panties, no shirt.” As he turned the corner you had your hands on your knees with 3 of your other friends. You were moving your hips to the song. As he walked passed, he couldn’t help but mention it. “More appropriate songs for school, girls.” He set his basket of graded assignments on his desk as he entered his classroom and let out a groan. Why did you have to that to him?

Another day was over and you left his classroom again and he stared at your backside as you walked out. Rubbing his eyes as he saw you disappear down the hallway. Groaning.

Later that day you came back to pick up your jacket that you had left. The secretary was still there, she had given you the keys to his classroom. Not even realizing that he was still there. He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard you unlocking the door. The only thing that pulled him away from what he was doing, was the gasp that left your lips. His eyes opened wide. And he tried to cover himself.

Embarrassed that he’d just been caught jerking off by one of his students, much less the one he’d been thinking about while doing so, if you told anyone he’d surely lose his job. “Y/N” He gasps shocked. “What are you doing here?” He asks. “I just- f-forgot my jacket.” You stutter. You saw it laying by the computers. Someone must have moved it. You rushed to grab it, and he rushed to pull his pants up. You made your way back to the door. “Y/N! Please wait!” He tried to catch you but you were gone as fast as you had come. You left the keys with the secretary. You got into your car and burst into tears. Wiping them away and he rushed out of the school doors. Your eyes met his and you pulled out of the parking lot quickly as he tried to stop you. You didn’t know why you felt so weird. He was one of your favorite teachers. You were embarrassed. That’s why you cried. Because you had run similar scenarios in your head before.

The next day he called role for your class. When he got to your name, you didn’t reply and when he looked up, your seat was empty. “Anyone know where Y/N is?” He asks aloud. “She’s sick.” One of your friends answers and he nods. Marking you absent. He knew you weren’t sick.

You hadn’t showed up for the rest of that week. But when Monday came around when he said your name, he was shocked to hear you answer. His eyes traveled up to where you sat. You were wearing high-waisted jeans. One of his weaknesses. You rarely wore them but when you did, it always made him feel some kind of way.

You didn’t lift your head.

Later he asked you to stay after class. You weren’t willing but you did. As the class left you remained. Gathering your stuff and meeting at his desk. “Look Y/N about last week-” he tried to explain but you cut him off. “It’s fine. You’re a dude. You have needs just like everyone else.” You sigh. “Yeah but that’s not the point. I should have picked a better place. Because of my actions you were victimized and I just wanted to apologize.” He swallows hard. You let out a laugh. “Victimized?” You snort. “What? You think I’ve never seen a dick before?” His eyes almost popped out of his head. “Well- I uh I didn’t want to assume.” He stumbles over his words. “Think again Mr. T/N.” You chuckle walking out of the room. That didn’t go like he thought it would. He thought it would have been different. He thought it would have ended with some more tears. “Than why did you cry?” He asks quite loudly. You pop your head back into where he can see you. “Being extremely Embarrassed does that to you.” You smile sarcastically. You step back and walk in again, this time closing the door behind you and letting it lock. “Who were you thinking about?” You smirk. “What?” He raises an eyebrow. “When you were touching yourself. Who were you thinking about?” You smirk. “That’s not a conversation we should be having Ms. Y/L/N.” You slowly made your way around his desk. “Does decency really matter after how I saw you last week? Head tipped back and groaning.” Lifting one knee and placing it on one side of him and lifting the other to place on his other side. Straddling him in his office chair. “Are you sure you don’t have the Facebook page of that person pulled up on your laptop?” You whisper into his ear. He swallows hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tries desperately to keep his composure. “Yeah? I saw the tab when you kept me after and it didn’t make me think too hard about it. Until now. You were thinking of me when you slid your hand up and down your hard cock. Weren’t you?” You whisper whipping your hair back and pressing your lips on his neck. “Y/N this isn’t appropriate.” He takes a deep breath. “Neither was catching you touching yourself like that.” You whisper. “Fuck I can’t- I can’t touch you like that I’ll lose my job.” He closes his eyes tightly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You moan into his ear. You moved your knee in between his legs and began to rock against his thigh. Moaning out loud. “Fine. Yes- Yes Y/N I was thinking of you.” He groans. You continue to rock yourself against him. Keeping your eyes closed. The lights outside went off. “The last person left. They’re locking up the school.” He sighs. You still don’t stop. You grasp the back of his office chair and continue to rock your hips against his thigh. “Y/N this isn’t-” he pauses. He was hard. Rock hard. You throw your head back. “Mr. T/N!” You moan. He growls. And places his hands on your hips. “If you’re going to ride something on my body at least let it be my cock.” He groans. You look back at him and smile. “Thought it would work.” You smile. You stand up and move in between his legs. “Go on. Take them off.” You whisper. He grabs the hem of your jeans and unbuttons them slowly. Pulling them down your legs. You unbutton his jeans and pull his boxers down. His hard cock finally free from it’s confinement. You moan at his size. He was much larger than any of the boys that you had slept with. You returned to straddle him and lined him up with your entrance and sunk down on him. Burying your face into his neck. Whimpering. “You’re so big.” You whisper. Mouth opening.

You lift yourself up and sink back down onto him, moaning. He sighs. All of those times he thought about having you. And here you were. Sinking down on him. He could hear your whimpers as you did so. “That’s it Y/N. Ride me. Such a naughty girl.” He smirks when he hears you moan.

“You’ve never had anyone this size before have you? All of those other boys you had were small. They don’t know how to please you like I do. They can’t hit those sensitive places in between your thighs like I can. Can they?” He whispers into your ear. You shudder. “Can they?” He growls thrusting up into you, slamming himself into your G-spot. “No!” You moan. “They don’t give you butterflies in your stomach. Do they?” You’re too in shock to answer. “Do they?” He thrusts up again and you collapse on top of him, your legs spasming harshly. You’d never come like this before. “No they don’t.” You whimper. He grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. You didn’t have enough power to ride through your high. But he was determined to make you come. He knew you’d never come like this before. And you moan aloud. Crying out his name, lips quivering, stomach clenching, thighs spasming. “Look at you princess.” He chuckles. He lifts you onto him again. “I’ve wrecked you.” He smirks. You blush and look down. “Not so confident now huh? You made a mess on my jeans and now you’re embarrassed? You shouldn’t be.” He chuckles. “When you called me Dad you weren’t embarrassed. But when I make you moan, you are?” He lifts you up and you sink down again. This time you feel his cock quiver and twitch and you feel his warmness coat your insides. He let’s his head fall back and his Adams apple bobs as he swallows a groan. You lean forward and begin sucking deep red marks there. Surely he’d have to cover them with somthing. You pull away again and lay your head against his chest. Too tired to move.

“We made a mess, Princess.”

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Today at ECCC, @the-foxgirl-ao3 very kindly took some pictures for me to more thoroughly document my Depa Billaba costume. This one will also be submitted to the Rebel Legion, since Alpha Base doesn’t currently have a Depa. Here’s to hoping it gets approved!

anonymous asked:

Can i request a Jaypark smut where you're in charge for the night and you overstimulate him (maybe some post-orgasm torture) and he's begging and a mess and y/n is darkskin plus sized girl? I love you're writing!

Retaliate(AMBW):

Eyeing Jay, you could feel yourself getting more upset as he stares at the girl in front of him. You were going to let it go until he licked his lips and that’s when you had enough. Letting his hand go you walked away from Jay and he snapped out of his trance calling your name but it was too late. You didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say anymore. Smirking wickedly as you flipped your hair back over your shoulder swinging your hips you made sure by your walk Jay knew what he did was wrong.

Sitting back at your house, you pondered over what to do to the male. Biting on your lip, you drummed your fingers against your leg humming softly. You loved Jay and there was no question in your mind that he loved you, he just had a habit of looking at everything with legs. Which was not a bad thing, you had caught yourself eye fucking the shit out of Simon for a week straight when Jay wasn’t there or he was busy and you were stuck with Simon, but when he was there your mind stayed focused on him. He struggled with that, yes you were over-weight but you weren’t some horrid creature. You were just curvy and yes you were black it shouldn’t be a surprise, that’s why he was drawn to you because you had what he wanted. But sometimes his mind wandered and for the first month of your relationship you argued about if he wanted you or not. It was so bad you almost broke about it so you agreed for his sake that you would be more confident in yourself. He didn’t always act so rash when it came to looking at other women but in your mind maybe it was time to spice things up a bit. Standing up, you walked towards your bedroom looking at your phone lighting up once again. With a soft laugh, you texted Jay the command to come over night giving him any other insight or explaining yourself because you knew he would be here.

Moving around your room you started to dress yourself slowly in favorite things you knew would make him loose his mind for. Getting out a black lace one piece outfit that had strings along your back keeping it out, you reached your hand down to tie it into a bow around your ass. Your breast stood proudly against the lace, your nipple piercings rubbing against the fabric gently. Shuddering you pulled up some thigh highs that were silk white with bowties on the middle of them. Grabbing at your favorite pair of red pumps you placed your makeup on slowly and sat in your black desk chair waiting for him.

Jay got to your house in under thirty minutes he had been worried and slightly annoyed with you for not returning his phone calls and he had a right mind to put you in your place. He unlocked your door with the keys you gave him, taking off his shoes and setting down his overnight bag because he wasn’t leaving again unless you two got into a horrible fight but he tried to think positive. Jay walked down the hallway slowly, wondering why there was nothing on because you were usually in the kitchen or front room. There was no smell of a cooked meal, and he had to admit he felt a bit empty. Jay saw the light peeking out from the bottom of your door as he advanced down the hallway, pushing it open his eyes met with yours as he took a wordless step back. He knew something was up and it was confirmed with how good you looked in that outfit that you rarely wore.

“What is this?” Jay asked coming inside after collecting himself. His eyes dashing over your plump thighs that he wanted around his waist, how he wanted to press his tongue against your breast. Hold you close and fuck you nice and hard until the bed was protesting from how he slammed into your brown voluptuous body.

“Come in.” You said softly beckoning him forward with a finger. Jay stepped in a bit closer. “Sit.” You pointed to the bed and Jay frowned but sat down nevertheless. Your eyes roaming over his defined figure, a black polo on his body and baggy jeans but fuck did he always look so good to you.

“How are you?” You asked teasing him playing with your nails crossing one leg over the other flicking your tongue across your bottom lip.

“I’m worried and wondering why you’re acting like this.” Jay sighed ruffling his hands through his long black locks. “Why did you leave like that Y/N? I was so embarrassed.” He groaned softly looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Well that makes two of us.” You cut in eyes glaring at him before you lifted your hands in the air taking deep breaths.

“Excuse me?” Jay asked sitting up straight looking at you as if you had slapped him.

“You heard me. I was really disappointed in you Jay. I thought to myself, damn not this again. My man is doing it again? But anything for a fat ass, right?” You asked laughing softly. Realization slowly etched onto his face as he crumpled and leaned forward trying to explain himself.

“Baby-“ You cut him off lifting a hand up and Jay could feel his cheeks heat up at how you were acting.

“Nope. No baby this and baby that. You do the same thing every time and you expect me to be okay with it. I had to look in the mirror and tell myself it wasn’t me. Because it’s not, and I would hope if you were bored with me then you’d know not to let the door hit your ass on the way out.” You said simply placing your hands down in your lap crossing them as your eyes roamed his figure.

“Of course you know I’m not bored! Or I wouldn’t be here!” Jay shouted and you nodded your head smirking.

“See, you’ll tell me whatever I want to hear just to keep me happy and get your dick wet huh?” You asked as your eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Alright fuck this I’m out if you want to act like that I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jay got up to leave and you waited for him to get to the door, anger washing over you as you tried to control it, taking one deep breath you called out his name.

“Park Jaebum. If you walk out that door you are never coming back, not tomorrow or next week. And I’m never going to find you either. You can start packing up all your shit if that’s the case because baby I don’t need you.” Getting up out of the chair, you pressed your hands down against the dresser pushing one leg back from the other. You knew he loved these games of push and pull, usually he was daddy for a good reason but tonight you wanted to change that. It was risky, and you didn’t know how it would go but seeing him freeze and turn around to look at you with pleading eyes that held a fire you knew you were doing good.

“What do you want me to do then Y/N? You’re basically calling me a liar and trying to say I don’t love you when I damn well know my heart.” Jay half raised his voice as his face turned red.

“You’ll do anything I say?” You asked arching your back a bit bouncing lightly on your heels back and forth, Jay couldn’t help how his eyes trailed down to your plump bottom that he wanted to smack, he was almost at a loss for words thinking about how it would be to have your ass bouncing back on his dick as you wrapped your silk like walls around him.

“Baby, my eyes are up here.” You teased him but pressed your breast together giving him a wild smile as your hair fell into your eyes. Jay was hooked, sighing he leaned against the door frame.

“Yeah, whatever you want I will do it.” He lifted his hands in defeat.

“Strip then.” You commanded. Jay looked at you, about to ask if you were serious but he saw the look on your face. Rolling his eyes, he stripped off his shirt throwing it onto the floor, his muscles and abs on display decorated by dark ink.

“Good boy. Pants next.” You nodded with your head and Jay rolled his eyes.

“Fuck that you’re not treating me like a child.” He said at the door way.

“Saying the man acting like a child. Either drop those pants or get out. I’m sure Simon would love to do it for me.” You hit below the belt and in the back of your mind fear screamed for you to shut up because if he left you would be a sobbing mess on the bed. Jay was livid beyond words, looking at you for a long hard time and he almost made you back down. But you remembered a few words is nothing compared to a few looks. Tilting your head, you looked in his eyes waiting for his move. Jay shook his head undoing his pants he dropped them down to the floor stepping out of them.

“On the bed, please sir.” You tried a different approach until you got him where you wanted him. Jay watched you before he slowly took his time to get on the bed, moving to lean his back against the headboard.

“Gotcha.” You thought as you moved towards him slowly, straddling his waist you cupped his cheeks softly looking in his eyes. Jay leaned into your touch but you saw the defiance there. Licking across his bottom lip you initiated a kiss between the two of you that was anything but slow and gently. His plump lips smacking against yours, his teeth clamping down on your bottom lip calling your submissive side out with his actions. Your hands tangled in his hair for a bit pulling on the strands as you kissed him back. After a while you rolled your hips down against his, creating a soft friction for the both of you. Your hands moved to grab at the handcuffs you placed under the bed. You lifted his left arm up, taking a somewhat deep breath against his lips you handcuffed his left arm to the headboard. Jay was caught off guard cursing giving you time to reach over to the other side and grab the other handcuff almost running out of time as you struggled to cuff him down. Rolling off him you watched as Jay looked at you with a death glare.

“Is this funny to you?” He asked and you shrugged.

“I’m all about being serious right now. I’m punishing you to deny you of the things you really want. Because I can’t break up with you I fucking love your dumb horny ass too much but if you don’t get it right this time then I will let you walk out that door and never come back.” You admitted as you walked to your desk grabbing a long white feather. Jay kept his mouth shut, though he was feeling angry he told himself that no matter what it was better than a breakup. “All the things I’m going to do to you.” You admitted sitting the feather down on the bed. You walked out of the room making your way to the kitchen grabbing your cup of ice from the freezer. Smirking you moved to turn the stove on low heating up food you had cooked for Jay much earlier in the day tricking him into thinking he had nothing because you were sure after this he would have an appetite and you may not have legs. Yours hands searched the fridge for your whip cream and a cherry popsicle that had ice cream on the inside of it. Making your way back to him you put everything down crawling on the bed between his legs. Spreading them open you pulled down his boxers until he was left in nothing, Grabbing the popsicle you unwrapped it looking at Jay.

“My baby isn’t hard yet so, we need to fix that.” You cooed out, licking on the frozen substance until it started to melt you placed it on his lower stomach close to the base of his dick. Jay bit harshly on his bottom lip jerking at the cuffs but you tried not to focus on what he was going through. Your hand grabbed at your feather, running it up and down his abs and over his nipples. You watched his body become littered in goosebumps soft reluctant moans falling from his hips as his head rolled back. Smirking you pressed the feather against his twitching member, rubbing the tip of the soft item against the opening of his dick head. Jay cursed jerking his hips and you enjoyed every moment of it, circling the feather around his tip as his member jumped. Your free hand grabbed at his balls and you played with him watching him moan and writhe against the bed.

“Does it feel good baby?” You asked him with a wicked smile, he growled at you, wanting to say more but you started to drag the feather up and down the underside of his dick near his sensitive spots and veins. The popsicle slowly melted on his skin, you leaned down to lick up some of the sticky substance letting your tongue lick around his base. Letting your hand go from his balls you gripped at the popsicle rubbing it up and down his shaft coating him with it before you let your tongue lean down to flick across his balls quickly. Wrapping your lips around them sucking on each one, gently nibbling on the sack as your tongue drug across it. Jay was bucking his hips up into nothing but air, the feather tickling him and making his back arch. You moved your mouth to lick under his dick attacking his personal sensitive special spot sucking on it. The feather went to his balls, Jay rolled his back as precum oozed from his tip. You licked your way up to the top licking him clean and nibbling on his head, wrapping your lips around him to give a few sucks before he was cursing out your name spilling his cum into your mouth. You were shocked at how easy he gave it, but greedily you lapped at the bitter sweet substance that painted your tongue.

Pulling back, you sucked a bit on the popsicle rubbing the rest of it up and down his chest until it was all smeared. You leaned forward to lick it off your tongue dancing across his skin that was still shuddering and trying to calm down. You moved the feather to tickle at his limp member getting it hard again. Reaching over for an ice cube, you rubbed it around his tip causing Jay to cry out in short pain, the freezing block of ice hurting a bit. You loved it so much, he shook his head no not wanting the stimulation but you kept it there until it was melted water. Leaning down you lapped at it licking the water from his tip. You gripped at another ice cube but pressed it into your mouth this time. Sucking on it letting it melt on your tongue you blew cool air onto Jay’s penis watching the member becoming even harder and red at the tip. Smirking you opened your mouth letting some of the water fall onto his shaft making a loud slurping noise. Jay groaned shuddering and watching you, his hair starting to fall into his eyes. You waited until the cool ice was gone, instantly leaning down you wrapped your cold lips around the hardened shaft. Bobbing your head up and down you worked yourself up to deepthroating him and letting him rest at the back of your throat for periods of time. Swallowing around his shaft and hollowing his cheeks. You took your mine with him, your tongue moving to lick from side to side under his dick, wrapping around it and licking across his tip. You loved how he cried out for you, how his hands fisted and he lightly pulled on the handcuffs. He was moaning your name louder, his chest rising and falling quickly, little beads of sweat collecting on his body and you were more than proud with what you were doing. Staring to make slurping noises on him you bobbed your head up and down faster, your cheeks hollowing out some so that you could create a tighter suction space for him. He was trying to not rut his hips but you encouraged him grabbing one of his hips to help him push up against your face. Gripping at an ice cube you placed it against the underside of his dick rubbing it down to his balls and back up, the spit from your lips dripping down to the base of his shaft, and against his balls. Jay’s head rolled back, mouth agape as he gave out another shuddering cry and came again, his hips snapping up against your face as he emptied his load.

“Baby please.” He stared in a cracked voice, his mouth falling open as you pulled back and cleaned him off for a second time. You shook your head getting of the bed going to get your vibratex from the closet. Pulling it up into the wall beside the bed, you let the setting rest on high, rubbing it up and down the underside of his dick. Jay cried out as his body became red, you knew it was probably hurting him because he never came so much back to back and it was going to get harder for him to do so.

“It hurts baby please, I’m sorry.” Jay begged but you weren’t listening. Climbing back on the bed you grabbed at the whip cream, shaking it up you popped the top off spraying some on his chest and on his thighs. Your tongue slowly flicking across his skin, marking your territory with your teeth as you bit down on parts of his body. Your mouth playing with his nipples. Leaning down you cleaned the white substance from his thighs pressing the vibrating head against his balls watching his feet plant into the bed as he lifted his hips. Your mouth planted wet kisses along his skin until you were breathing in his scent at his neck, sucking little hickeys on each side, finding his spots easily you played with them moaning against his ear to tease further.

You pulled back, looking down at an angry red shaft, you gripped him by the base of his dick pressing the vibrating head fully against his slit opening. He gritted his teeth you could see the pain from the overstimulation in his face. He wanted relief and to not cum again but you had plans for at least two more rounds. Letting his dick go, you grabbed at the feather rubbing it up and down his dick to tickle him. Your hand dropped the feather, gripping his large appendage with your hand you jerked him off quickly, letting the vibrator stay against his head. Jay couldn’t help but snap his hips up though he was hating this. He could feel his lower stomach tighten up and he tried to tell you in so many cluttered words to stop but you weren’t listening. Having too much fun and enjoying his pleas of cries for you to stop. You leaned down licking across his lower stomach biting on the skin and nibbling at his hips, you pulled back the vibrator from his tip watching as the cum spilled from his dick. You groaned softly leaning down to lick it up slowly, turning the vibrator off you stood up and started to undress yourself slowly. Jay shed a single tear, his body shaking as he took deep breaths and tried to steady himself.

You moved to take your clothes off piece by piece, until you were just left in your thigh highs moving to straddle him again. You placed his tip against your soaked folds, rubbing your wet slit, you mewled in pleasure rolling your head back, you were enjoying it too much to the point you were going to cum like that. Moving to lower yourself onto him, moving to grab the key from under the pillows you started to free him but it was a bad mistake. Jay flipped you over and he started to pound deep into you, his hands gripping onto your hips into a bruising manner.

“Fuck this shit hurts so bad, but I’m going to fuck the hell out of you I promise.” Jay growled, slapping his hips against yours. His mouth leaned down latching onto your nipples he sucked on the plump flesh, moving to grab at your ass cheeks slamming you down onto his shaft. His hips connected with yours he made sure that he didn’t break the contact with you. His dick brushing against your silk walls as you wrapped tightly around him. He groaned out in pleasure as he slammed deep into you. Your hips felt sore, your hands moving up to scratch down his biceps as he pressed against you. He leaned down connecting your lips, his tongue shoving into your mouth to create a heated frenzy. His hand moved to slide against your clit up and down the pink bud harshly. Your hips bucked up against his, little cries escaped your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching your body. Your hips rolled against his as he fucked against your spot, your body was becoming succumbed to the pleasure, your hands moved to scratch down his back, pulling him close to you as he pounded you into the bed.

“Jay-Jay!” You cried out shaking under him, as your orgasm ripped through yourself. You shook under him squeezing around his shaft as he milked you for everything you had. He buried his head in your neck, continuing to rut his hips against yours he spilled his cum inside of you, only a few thick ropes coming out due to how many times he had came. He rocked his hips slowly against yours before he fell on you. You smirked rubbing your hands up and down his back kissing on his jaw slowly. He rolled off you pulling you to his body.

“How do you feel?” You asked softly cupping his cheeks peppering him with kisses.

“Like if I cum again all that will come out is a white flag with the words bang on it.” He admitted with a soft chuckle and you covered your face shaking your head.

“Then we don’t have to do it for a while, I made you food.” You smiled drawing your fingers against his tattoos.

“Oh baby girl.” Jay said gripping at your chin making you look in his eyes. “You better hope that after I eat my body doesn’t feel replenished. Because I’m going to make sure that you’re crying when I’m done.”

17,again [Prologue]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, drama, fluff.

Word count: 3k

Summary: Your relationship of ten years seems to be stuck as your CEO boyfriend works non-stop and doesn´t pay much attention to you or your hints about marriage. Desperate to awaken the spark of love again you beg the universe for a change that will make him fall for you for the second time in his life. And the universe listens.

Author´s note: This is inspired by the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil yourself anything that could happen in this fic.


The day you moved in with your boyfriend you knew something was wrong between the two of you, but didn’t pay much attention to it. The relationship you shared wasn’t at its best and you didn’t want to push it, especially not on a day in which you were not only moving together but in which he was also starting his job as a CEO in the company his parents owned. It had been his dream since you met in college and it had been, in fact, the first thing he had told you about himself when your father had introduced him to you as one of his students. Apparently he had been born in a very rich family and was studying business to replace his father whenever he became prepared enough to do so. You didn’t know what you had to do with all of that until your dad explained that his parents also wanted him to have a stable relationship as soon as possible, and that they thought you were a nice candidate. Basically, your relationship had started with a set up from both your families. Being the rebellious teen you were you would’ve had neglected something like that if the boy hadn’t defied the expectations you held about him so quickly. Not only was he breathtakingly handsome but also extremely intelligent and well mannered. It became a matter of time until you fell for him and he became the center of your life. Unfortunately, it wasn’t mutual. You did look like a couple, you went on dates, you had sex. He treated you well. But he had never admitted to love you or acted like so. When you both turned twenty you abandoned your dream of being an artist and moved to the city to live with him. It could’ve been a beautiful moment, a fresh start, if not for the fact that as soon as you moved somewhere nobody knew the pair of you and he started working, he became fully uninterested in the relationship, both mentally and physically. He never had time for you and you barely saw each other. The fairytale you thought you were living ended as it was only the peasant who was in love and not the prince, but you didn’t complain when you decorated the full house alone while he was out all week on his first business trip. You didn´t complain when he spent your anniversary at a meeting or when he forgot your birthday. You ended up assuming what the relationship had been built up from the start, convenience, and decided to just push through it. Seven years later, it all remained the same. You were lonely and aching for his attention, so you did everything a perfect partner could possibly do: three hundred and sixty five days a year, you hoped that someday he´d wake up and realize you were there for him.

“Good morning!”

As you entered the room you cocked your head in amusement at his puffy morning hair and wished you could run your hands through it, but you knew he wouldn´t like it. You weren´t teens anymore, and he had a workplace to attend to.

“I´ve prepared your suit”                

He slowly got out of the bed and you wondered how someone could look that handsome after waking up. He only acknowledged your presence after turning off the alarm.

“Good morning”

His eyes seemed to roam over your blouse and a lopsided smile appeared on your face. Apart from meticulously doing your hair and makeup, you had chosen a top that showed a bit of cleavage, something you rarely wore. It was all in hopes that you’d catch his attention, and maybe it was working. Maybe things were changing. He sheepishly turned away when you met his eyes staring at your breasts, and you couldn´t help but find it adorable.

“Are you going somewhere?”

His question surprised you as he never asked such things or took interest in what you did while he was at work, and the way he was leering your body with curiosity made you nervous as it was something unusual.

“No. I was hoping we could have breakfast together”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he got rid of his sleeping clothes to get in his suit. You observed his toned chest and his muscular back as he changed. It had been a very long time since the two of you had intimated and the mere sight of his body had you blushing. You excused yourself and got out of the room. When had things turn so weird? It was true that you had never been the ideal couple, but at least it used to feel like you were. Unconsciously your eyes met the mirror on the wall and your smile faded a little at your reflection. Did he not find you attractive at all? Your fingers investigated your features, caressing your lips, your nose, your cheeks. You were only twenty seven, you were aging very well and you still had your unique and exotic beauty with you, the one that made head turns. But not his. You were working out, dieting. Did he not desire your body? Did he not want a future with you? Did he not want to propose and have lots of babies? You jumped a little when you noticed his presence, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your self-evaluation, but you composed yourself as you looked for his eyes, searching for the look of curiosity you had caught before in his stare. But it was all gone.

“So, breakfast?”

Your voice sounded weaker that you intended and you smoothed your skirt repeating to yourself that it was alright if he didn´t want you as you wanted him.

“I´m in a rush. I have to grab something on my way to work.”

You instantly felt disappointed. Breakfast was one of the few moments of the day you spent together as it was always extremely unlikely that he returned home at the time he should.

“I can pack it for you”

You were already heading to the kitchen when his voice extinguished your hopes for the day to be different.

“There´s no need for you to do that”    

You knew he didn´t mean to sound so menacing the second regret appeared on his face, but you still flinched at his tone. Fidgeting with the bracelet you were wearing you didn´t dare look at him in case he could see the tears of frustration appearing on the corners of your eyes. Why did he make everything so difficult?

“You´re right.”

It was only a whisper but apparently enough to make him feel bad. And then it came what happened when he knew he had hurt you, the only moments in which he showed affection towards you. This time, he approached you and briefly kissed your forehead. His lips were warm and although you liked it, you hated that it was only because he pitied you. It felt meaningless, and you searched for anything that would distract you from the way your chest was aching.

“What are you picking up?”

Your eyes darted to meet his, and you were met with his usual soft stare. At least he tried to act as if you didn´t annoy him that much.

“I can´t tell you until tonight. We are going somewhere, so put a dress on or whatever. Something elegant”

That caught your attention. You were going somewhere? You rarely went on dates. And he was picking something up on his way to the office. Was it a ring? Why was it a secret? Your mind was racing with possibilities. Was he going to take you somewhere and propose?

“A dress?”

He was once again eyeing you, his hand awkwardly placed behind his neck and you had to contain the urge of throwing yourself all over him. The fact that he didn´t sought your touch didn´t defeat the fact that he was like a magnet to you every time he was around.

“Yes. But not like this one.”

You chuckled. You weren´t even wearing a dress and you were torn between hitting your head against the wall repeatedly or appreciate that he was for once paying attention to your insinuating outfits. Your desire for him outweighed your violent frustration and you spoke softly at him, as if he was a little kid.

“What do you mean not like this one? This is not a dress…”

You stopped when he approached you and placed his slender fingers on both sides of the collars of your blouse just to pull the the fabric over the exposed skin. The way his fingers rubbed against your collarbones felt like a gift as the skin ship between the two of you was practically nonexistent. God, you didn´t even make out from time to time. Even the fact that he was that close was weird.

“Just…like that. Cover that”

You were startled at his behavior. You were loving how his touch made you feel but at the same time you found it funny that he was acting as if he had never seen a woman naked, especially you. Maybe he didn´t want any other man staring at your body. You convinced yourself that had to be the reason. Maybe he´d start acting possessive if you were soon going to be wife and husband.

“Okay. I´ll pick a dress that covers that area”

“Good”

He undid his grip on your shirt and with that he picked up his things and headed to work without looking at you or saying goodbye. That normally would´ve made you sad if not for the fact that the sudden affection (if you could call it like that) coming from him could only mean that he was going to propose. You jumped towards the table to have some breakfast, not minding being alone. You knew you were raising your hopes too high, but you couldn´t resist it. And with that you ate a pancake, and then another, forgetting about your diet and letting the fact that things were going to change for the better sink in.



 21:00 From Jungkook: I´m waiting for you outside.

21:02 From you: I´ll be there in five.

When you had received the message it had taken you less than two minutes to reply and grab your things. Checking that everything was in order one last time, you covered the red dress you had chosen with your coat and rearranged your hair one last time before heading out. You were overwhelmed about going on a date and not even the frigid air or the rain that welcomed you stopped the smile that spread across your face when you saw him waiting in the car. He was wearing his usual suit but his fringe was unusually parted in the middle, your favorite hairstyle on him. Doing the best out of running with heels you managed to cross the sidewalk and enter the car without getting soaked. There was classical music coming from the radio and you were already on the road by the time you had put your seatbelt on and left your bag on the floor. He hadn´t said anything and only the rain crashing against the windows could be heard. You stopped on a red light and, as always, you started the conversation.

“So, do you like the dress?”

The lights strode across his face creating patterns on his skin and you were so lost staring you almost missed the way his eyebrows raised at your question.

“Sure”

Except for a too brief glance to have seen anything he hadn´t looked at it at all. It looked as if the more effort you put the least he cared.

“You haven´t even looked”

He sighed and his eyes flickered towards the dress before heading back to the road as the light turned green.

“I don´t need to look much to know that it looks good on you”

You weirdly bumped against your seat at his words. It could appear as a half assed excused for not paying attention to you but coming from him it was such a compliment. With doe eyes, you stared at him. He was being too nice. He even continued the conversation himself.

“I´m sure my boss is going to like it. He´ll like you as well”

The anticipation of what you assumed was going to happen that night turned out to be there for nothing. You hadn´t been that excited all day only to meet his boss.

“Your boss?”

“Yes. We are having dinner with him and his wife. See, the thing is that they are very composed people. That´s why I asked you to wear something more conservative.”

Oh. So that was happening. It wasn´t a date. He just had to take his girlfriend out once in a while to show her off to his colleagues and his boss so that they knew she was real as he never spent time with her nor took her to social events. Great. You wished you hadn´t fallen for the trick and you were tempted to take off your bra or hitch up your skirt. Conservative? His boss wouldn´t be that composed if you weren´t wearing any underwear. Not even in front of his wife. You looked through the window trying to extinguish the sudden fury that had invaded your body. He just needed you for him to look good, to look normal. But it was your fault too. It was you who had misread the situation completely, so you sighed and kept your bra in place.

“I´m sure I´ll like them too.”

As soon as you were sat on the table inside the fancy restaurant with the elder couple you regretted even more being there as the conversation was focused on a threatening deadline approaching next week and you were playing around with your salad. You didn´t know much about business but you sat still and nodded at everything they said making an effort to look good, as always. After a while you got lost on your thoughts and jumped on your seat when someone intentionally stepped on your foot.

“Mr. Yuajgon has asked you what´s your job”

It was your boyfriend speaking, clearly disapproving your lack of attention, and you rapidly answered.

“I have a major in arts, but I´m not working right now”

Mrs. Yuagjon seemed to direct what looked like a smile at you, her face that had clearly gone under the knife tensing in a strange way.

“And what do you do in your free time, sweetie?”

That was a good question. Apart from taking care of your physical aspect and doing the chores, what did you do?

“Well, I go to a book club on the weekends. I like dog cafés as well.”

You stuffed a piece of lettuce in your mouth as you knew you had sounded utterly stupid but you didn´t care as you were having a blast staring at his puzzled faces. What did they expect? For you to teach at Harvard? On the other hand, your boyfriend was swallowing hard.

“She has very unique tastes”

Mr. Yuagjon took a sip of his whine.

“I see. So, how long have you been together?”

You noticed that Jungkook stiffened next to you, so you answered for him.

“Ten years”

“Ten years. And you are on your late twenties. Aren´t you going to propose to her soon?”

Suddenly you felt the need to kiss Mr. Yuagjon´s feet for bringing up the topic. Maybe it´d make Jungkook react and see that you were not a lunatic that wanted to get married. All eyes were on him, and your heart started racing as he remained silent. He cleared his throat and your heart twitched at the sound.

“Actually I picked something up this morning”

You had forgotten about that. Your palms got sweatier as you thought if finally he´d want to move forward in the relationship which way should you react when he pulled out a ring.

“We live together, and you told me you liked our apartment. I finally have all the information about the design, Sir”

You widened your eyes in surprise and something exploded inside of you. If not even his adored boss could coax him to talk about marriage…

“A lovely house, indeed. Prepared for when you have many children. Are you pregnant already?”

It was Mrs. Yuagjon who said it, as if it made total sense.

“Pregnant? She´s not pregnant.”

You didn´t know if it was the horrified tone in which he had said it or the four glasses of wine you had consumed but you smashed your fist against the table and got up. Years and years of waiting for him weren´t worth that humillation.

“Definitely not pregnant. See, I don´t know what you make him do at work but this man right here arrives home too tired to even stick out his dick to pee so I don´t know what makes you think he´d use it for something else. He´s completely uninterested in me and completely uninterested in anything that isn´t related to his job. If he ever gets his shit together and proposes it´ll be in a meeting and to his phone. Not me. I´m out.”

With every single person in the room looking at you after your little scene you stumbled out of the restaurant. You didn´t even know why you had lashed at him like that, but you just couldn´t take it anymore. It had been years living with a ghost, giving everything and receiving nothing. He didn´t even have the decency to answer the question. It wasn´t even about marriage anymore. When would he love you again? Did he even love you at all? As you walked in the rain hugging yourself you noticed a strike of lightning coming from above. The clouds had separated to show a tiny start, shining in the dark. Without notice, unknown words escaped your mouth.

“I wish it was like when we met again. Happy and young”

You noticed a strange sensation in your chest, as if something heavy had been lifted off of you, and a certain dizziness made your head spin. When your eyes were focused again, you were inside your apartment, which felt strangely unfamiliar.

“When did I get here?”

You took off your heels and inspected the place. You passed the main entrance, the corridor… something catched your attention. A tiny girl reflecting in the mirror, a red dress on. It looked like she had been crying, mascara stains all over her eyelids. You stepped closer to see her… and you gasped. It was you. It was you when you were seventeen years old.

Eye Contact Pt. 2 (M)

Originally posted by welovehaehyuk

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 5.8k

Description: After you two had sex for the first time, Jungkook thought he could just be shameless while being at a restaurant. So you wanted him to proof you that he really is willing to be a good boy for you.

Content: slight sub!jk, thigh riding, anal play

Parts: 1 | 2


“Oh so you wanna be a good boy for me?”

He turned his head away and blushed.

He mumbled something but you couldn’t understand. You pushed yourself up a bit so you could get your face closer to his. “What did you say, baby?” you asked with confidence.

Jungkook turned his head back, your noses were slightly touching now.

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Requested by Anon & @wewillfindanewtomorrow
Michael X Reader X Isaiah (Best Friend) ft. Jealousy.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst.
Side note: I fucking hate the name Isaiah after writing this. I’ve never had to retype the spelling of a name so much in my life.
Hope you guys like it! Feedback is appreciated! This was 2 requests in 1
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“(Y/N), you’re going to die an old spinster. I guarantee it!” Isaiah shouted across the table, several of the other brummie lads and girls laughed and continued drinking - including Michael.

It was the first day of “Summer” in Birmingham and the three of you were enjoying the night bar-hopping. Other young Peaky recruits joined as well as their girls and a handful of girls who wanted a Peaky man for herself.

Isaiah and Michael were keenly aware of the attention they were receiving, as were you. You scarcely received any attention from any man or boy whenever you kept the company of your two best friends. No one even dared looking at you, except for a few. You were a Peaky girl - whether you were coupled with a Blinder or not.

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@elsewhereuniversity

@charminglyantiquated

It wasn’t like it was intentional. Honestly, that’s just how she was as a person, it was a default. Her go-to. Especially in unique or uncomfortable situations, it’s a good icebreaker and can get a laugh or two out of those around her. By god she didn’t think that it had become such a strong reflex. Or else she would have quit a long time ago. But here she was, staring down at the delicately made flower crown on her pillow.

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Drowning in You

Summary (kind of spoilers?): Dan is the BAMFy popular boy, Phil is the quiet nerd. Dan secretly really likes him, so he always teases him and calls him names. One day Phil is fed up, so when Dan calls him a stalker he replies and gets really close to Dan and says “Would you call this stalking?” to make him uncomfortable. 
Prompt from Phanfic
Word Count
: 1552
Warnings: Cussing

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Dan knew he was fucked the very first time he saw him.

Black hair, the colour of a raven’s wing, was always soft-looking and covered pretty blue eyes that reminded Dan of the sky on a sunny day. His lips, which were pink and soft, were in a sort of permanent smirk against pale skin that stood out on the rare days that he wore thick black glasses that slid down his nose while he lost himself in various books.

And it was the first time that Dan felt his heart race at the sight of another boy, but this stranger was an angel and Dan would die every day if it meant he could see him.

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anonymous asked:

Can we get some headcanons for a male!mc who always steals he's boyfriend clothes? XD RFA and anyone would be great :))

((How about some scenarios of them catching MC in the act? I hope that this is to your satisfaction Anon))

Yoosung

  • MC was kind of short, but he was in luck when he found out that Yoosung was the same size as him
  • He really liked Yoosung’s hoodies…especially his LOLOL one.
  • It just fit really well and on top of that it smelled like Yoosung
  • One day, MC got a call from a frantic Yoosung
  • “MC! I can’t find my favorite hoodie and I really wanted to wear it today!”
  • MC guiltily glanced over at the LOLOL hoodie that was draped lazily over a nearby  chair
  • “Can’t you wear another one?” MC asked quickly
  • MC heard his boyfriend sigh in irritation
  • “Lemme rephrase that. I can’t find any of my hoodies! MC, can I please borrow one of your hoodies?”
  • MC panicked as he saw his collection of Yoosung’s hoodies thrown all over his apartment
  • “Uh, sure thing babe, lemme just clean up first!” MC replied nervously
  • Suddenly MC heard a frantic banging on his door with shouts from his boyfriend demanding to be let in
  • MC decided to bite the bullet and let Yoosung in. He looked around and found his hoodies…everywhere! Including his favorite LOLOL sweatshirt ON his boyfriend,MC
  • “MC…why are all of my hoodies at your apartment?” Yousung demanded of MC
  • “I…I like wearing them.” 
  • “Just wear your own!” Yoosung complained, picking up a hoodie from the pile of hoodies in the corner or the room. 
  • “Well, mine don’t smell like you and yours are comfy” MC admitted
  • Yoosung looked MC, and a mischievous little smirk graced the blonde’s face. He dashed past MC, ran into MC’s room, grabbed MC’s favorite hoodie and pulled it on.
  • “Ya! You’re right babe! It does smell like you! Thanks for the hoodie!” Yoosung sang as he ran past MC, placing a chaste kiss on his boyfriend as he ran for the bus
  • MC couldn’t help but laugh. He probably wasn’t getting that one back. 

Zen

  • MC is about Jumin’s height so it’s rather convenient that Zen wears the same size shirts as him.
  • And MC really likes Zen’s coats, and sometimes just borrowed Zen’s jackets
  • One day they decided to go on a run together and MC didn’t have time to change out of  Zen’s jacket so he just decided to go run in it
  • They ran for a bit before MC begged Zen to let him take a break (MC isn’t too in shape yet)
  • “Come on slow poke!” Zen teased
  • MC caught up to Zen and started to catch his breath
  • “Hey, isn’t that my jacket?” Zen asked the exhausted MC
  • “Uh…maybe?”
  • Zen started to laugh, and MC’s ears began to turn red with embarrassment
  • “I thought it looked familiar. It looks better on me that it does you”
  • MC began to shed the coat, and Zen quickly pulled it back onto MC’s shoulders and zipped it up
  • “Hey, you’re gonna catch a cold if you do that! Besides, it looks way better on you than me, so you should keep it babe.”
  • MC’s eyes lit up at the idea that he’d get to keep something that smelled just like his boyfriend.
  • “Really Zen?” MC asked excitedly
  • “Yeah. On one condition though. Come here, I wanna take a selfie with my cute boyfriend wearing my jacket.”
  • Zen posted it several times in the chat room.

Jaehee

  • MC was super tiny for a guy, and occasionally confused for Jaehee’s sister from the back (super embarrassing for both parties when MC turned around and was clearly not a girl)
  • For some reason, he has always wanted to try on one of Jaehee’s skirts, just to see how he’d look in her outfits
  • One day when Jaehee was out shopping, MC took out one of Jaehee’s skirts and tried it on
  • Surprisingly, it fit him really well. He spun around in the full body mirror inside the door of Jaehee’s closet, looking at his appearance from multiple angles
  • He decided to go the whole nine yards and put on Jaehee’s entire suit and also put on Jaehee’s faux glasses.
  • He looked a lot like Jaehee, so he decided to pretend to be her
  • “Hello, Mr. Han. Yes sir, I’ll have the papers on your desk by tomorrow morning. Mr. Han, you have an appointment today with the department of fancy clothes at noon, and then you have another appointment with the Jerks of Korea at two.” MC joked, laughing brightly. He  then got a hilarious idea
  • “Your cat Mr. Han? She is an angel you say? Well, with all due respect, your cat is not angel in my opinion. I do believe she is, to be frank, an asshole who sheds all over my furniture without any care in the world. Sir, if I have to take care of Elizabeth 3rd one more time, I will shave it from head to tail.” MC said in his most “matter-of-fact”voice.
  • Suddenly he heard bags crashing to the ground as someone burst out laughing. He turned around to see Jaehee laughing so hard she had dropped everything in her arms, and was struggling to recompose herself
  • “H-how long were you standing there?”
  • “Since the Jerks of Korea part” Jaehee choked out between fits of laughter “Oh, my, I literally wish I could say half of that to Mr. Han. MC, you’re the best”

Jumin

  • Today was the day MC told himself as he pulled out Jumin’s PJ top
  • MC was a good two sizes smaller than Jumin, so it was quite large in comparison to the tiny MC
  • Jumin rarely wore pajamas, but the one time that MC saw him in pjs, he immediately wanted to wear them and show Jumin how absolutely adorable he could be with Jumin’s oversized shirt
  • He considered also wearing the pants, but as soon as he saw long they were, he reconsidered it, since falling on his face in front of his handsome boyfriend was not on his itinerary
  • Jumin came home early, and when he went in, he expected MC to go and greet him like usual, but MC was nowhere in sight
  • Suddenly MC came out of their shared bedroom, the oversized sleeves flopping around as he ran towards his boyfriend
  • “Jumin! Welcome home dear!” MC said excitedly
  • Jumin looked perplexed, and looked to be analyzing MC as he stood there awkwardly in the oversized shirt
  • “MC, that is much too large on you. I’ll have the tailor make you a new one with the proper dimensions immediately.”
  • “Jumin…that’s not…Aren’t I cute?
  • Jumin gave MC a look as if he just asked if he could fly
  • “MC, you’re always cute, but that shirt still doesn’t fit you properly, and I’m having them make you a new one as we speak”
  • MC gives up, but makes Jumin promise that as soon as he got his, that he would wear his to match.

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung couldn’t find his favorite shirt, or pants, or hoodie
  • Actually, forget his favorite outfit, besides his underwear and socks, he couldn’t find any of his clothes
  • Not that he had that many outfits to begin with.
  • He couldn’t even find any dirty clothes, and he swore he did his laundry.
  • All he could find was his cosplay outfits, and so, he picked out a french maid cosplay and put it on not the worst thing in the world
  • He walked out of his room to an irritated Vanderwood
  • What the hell were you doing in there Luciel? Playing dress up?” Vanderwood shouted
  • “Nope. I couldn’t find any other outfits” Saeyoung replied, pulling up his computer chair and getting to work
  • “Then wear a dirty outfit”
  • “Can’t find those either”
  • “I just cleaned your room a week ago!”
  • “I know…I honestly don’t know where my clothes went! I’m serious Vanderwood!”
  • Vanderwood stomped into Saeyoung’s room to find that he wasn’t lying. He literally did not have any other outfits besides his cosplay, underwear and socks
  • “What the actual hell?” Vanderwood asked in disbelief
  • “So out of all the cosplays you have, why the hell did you chose the french maid outfit?”
  • “What? I’m cute and there’s no dress code! Maybe I want to look like a cute french maid.”
  • “Whatever. I don’t actually care. Just get to work”
  • Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the doorbell buzzed
  • “I’ve got this. YOU STAY.” Vanderwood demanded to an empty chair, as Saeyoung snuck away to open the door.
  • He opened the door, after looking through the security screen to MC wearing Saeyoung’s favorite outfit.
  • “Hey Vanderwood! I found where my clothes went!”
  • “Where?” Vanderwood shouted back irritated
  • “Here!” Saeyoung said proudly, showing his boyfriend off to Vanderwood

V

  • V could not find his warm jacket anywhere. It wasn’t where he had left it, and being half blind didn’t help
  • He really needed to go shopping, but he couldn’t see, so he called up his boyfriend MC to help him find it
  • MC looked over at a nearby chair where the jacket lay
  • He grabbed the jacket and headed over to V’s house
  • He went in and “helped” V find his jacket.
  • This wasn’t the first time MC had to “help”his boyfriend find something. Nor would this be the last
  • At least, that’s what MC thought as he walked towards the door
  • “MC, can I ask you something?” V asked
  • MC froze with his hand on the doorknob. He hoped that he was overreacting and that V suspected nothing
  • “What is it Jihyun?” MC asked shakily
  • “Why is it that whenever you’re here, something of mine goes missing? Like a shirt, my jacket, and for some reason my hats. You aren’t stealing them, are you?”
  • “I uh…”
  • “Wait, ARE you?”
  • “Maybe?” MC replied sheepishly
  • Jihyun smirked, and made a motion for MC to go over to him
  • MC did hesitantly, unsure if Jihyun was going to get mad or not.
  • As soon as he was three feet away from Jihyun, Jihyun took off his shades and softly gazed at his boyfriend dearly
  • “Is that my shirt too? If you want something, just let me know so I don’t go around looking for something that isn’t there.”
  • “Wait, you aren’t mad at me?” MC asked confused
  • “No? Why would I be mad at you? I just want to know if you have something so I know that I‘m not losing my mind yet. Besides, you look really cute.”

Saeran

  • There were a lot of crashing noises coming from Saeran’s room
  • “Where the hell is is?” Saeran shouted out exasperatedly
  • “What’s wrong bro?” Saeyoung yelled back
  • “I can’t find my leather jacket!”
  • “Isn’t it in that old box in your closet?” Saeyoung asked
  • “IT ISN’T THERE! WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK IS MY FUCKING LEATHER JACKET AND WHO’S THE FUCKED UP FUCKER WHO FUCKING STOLE IT? FUCK!” Saeran cursed as more crashes came from his room
  • “Wow. That’s a lot of “fucks” in one sentence” Saeyoung replied laughing
  • “Shut the hell up Saeyoung!” Saeran shouted back
  • Suddenly it was deathly silent, and Saeyoung could feel the anger radiating out of Saeran’s trashed room
  • “You didn’t hide it from me, did you LUCIEL?” Saeran snarled
  • Saeyoung knew that it wasn’t a laughing matter anymore because his brother only called him by his baptismal name when he was beyond pissed off. Saeyoung got up to go help his brother, and had to dodge a box that Saeran threw at him
  • “Dude, chill. I didn’t touch your jacket. You sure that it’s not still in your closet?”
  • “I just threw the fucking box at you. Was it in there?” Saeran sassed
  • Before Saeyoung could say anything in reply, they heard a knock on the door. They were planning on ignoring it when Saeran got a text. He glanced at it, then stomped out of his room and threw open the door.
  • “Hi Saeran.” MC greeted, standing there in Saeran’s leather jacket
  • “MC. Jacket. NOW.” Saeran growled out between his clenched teeth
  • “Hey Saeran, who’s at the door?” Saeyoung shouted from Saeran’s room (who was cleaning up for his brother)
  • “My fucking nerd of a boyfriend who stole my leather jacket” Saeran shouted as he tacked his boyfriend and pulled the leather jacket off.
  • “Looks like you found it” Saeyoung laughed.
hey, zip it! ( cs au )

Plot: I was supposed to tie my shoe, but somehow my hair got caught on to the button or zipper of your trousers and now my face is in your crotch area; in which Emma’s hair gets caught in Killian’s crotch at a public gathering and she is mortified.

Summary: Set some time during early S4 ( after 4x03 - “Don’t make a man drink alone!” ). 

Oneshot, Captain Swan, Rated M

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Never in her life had she felt more traumatized than at that particular moment. Especially since her parents had witnessed the event. That was all she needed to happen. Of course, accidents happened, but what had conspired at the picnic was something she, and probably everyone who had seen it, would need therapy for, for the foreseeable future. For Emma, it had ended on a high note, however, she had worked the situation to her advantage, and for that, she had a sense of pride. However, Emma couldn’t help but relive what had happened before her pride was knocking it out of the park.

“Swan, the Dwarves have been begging me to ask you to play a round of baseball…?” Killian announced as he neared the picnic table she had been occupying, before he added, “And, since you made me drink alone earlier this week, I think it’s only fair that you consider their offer; they suggested you join my team since I have not yet procured my other hand.”

The blonde rolled her eyes at Killian and his flowery language. That was something she had noticed about him, since the beginning; his ability to make her come apart, just with words. She glanced up at him, though and smiled. He was hopeful, like a puppy, even on a sweltering day, in his long, leather pirate’s coat. Killian’s enthusiasm was something Emma wanted to learn from.

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annemonyk-g  asked:

"Is that my shirt?"

Robert raised an eyebrow as his husband entered the room, the blue polka dot shirt he was wearing oddly familiar. “Is that my shirt?” he asked, realising he recognised it because it usually hung on his side of the wardrobe, not because he spent his life picking it up off their bedroom floor, like he did with most of Aaron’s clothes.

Aaron grinned at him, shrugging as he walked past to turn the kettle on, clattering mugs about as he replied. “I’ve got a meeting, haven’t I? You’re always banging on about how presentation is everything, figured I’d dress like a posh twat today and see if that helps.”

Robert rolled his eyes. “I don’t dress like a posh twat,” he defended himself, glancing down at the jumper he was wearing that day, the dark navy material adorned with elbow patches.

Okay, maybe he did, a little.

Aaron set a cup of tea down in front of Robert, settling into the chair beside him. “What are you doing today anyway?” he asked, practically sinking into the kitchen chair as he drank his tea.

Robert couldn’t reply. Aaron so rarely wore shirts, it felt like an absolute novelty to get to sit and look at him now, the immaculately ironed shirt an almost strange sight on his husband, so different to his usual choices of black and grey.

And his arms.

Whatever it was about the shirt, it accentuated every inch of muscle that made up Aaron’s arms, arms made strong from years of pulling and drag metal up at the scrapyard.

Robert’s mouth was practically watering as he spoke up. “What time have you got that meeting at?” he asked, tea long since forgotten.

“Eleven, why?”

Robert glanced at his watch, a grin on his face as he watched the hand tick over to nine. “Because,” he said, grabbing Aaron by the front of the shirt, enjoying the wide eyed look on Aaron’s face as he leaned in, brushing his lips against Aaron’s in a barely there sort of kiss. “You wearing my clothes is a big turn on for me, Mr Sugden.”

Scars

This is the first one-shot for the DP short story collection I just posted about. Link for that here

This is kinda old, but I really enjoyed it. Enjoy!


It took Maddie Fenton almost a year to notice something odd about Danny.

That’s not to say she didn’t notice his odd behaviour, slipping grades, breaking curfews, and the laundry list of other problems he suddenly developed after the accident with the Ghost Portal. Maddie noticed, and tried to tell Danny that she was there when he wanted to talk.

However, a year on, she finally noticed something else: Danny rarely wore anything that could be considered revealing. No tank tops, no shorts, no t-shirts. Just long pants and long sleeves.

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