Request: What I want

Request: Can you please do an imagine where the reader and Gemma are arguing and it getting more and more heated until Jax steps in. The reader doesn’t take kindly to him interfering and then starts to argue with Jax. Ends in possible smut?

Sorry, I wasn’t really feeling the “explicit smut” for this one. 

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of smut

Originally posted by alil2confident

Abel finally had come home from the hospital and, as I was on vacation from work, I had offered to help and watch him. Gemma and Jax gladly accepted, they had known me since I was a child.

My brother, Opie, was Jax’s best friend and we had grown up together around TM and SAMCRO clubhouse. I always had a crush on Jax, but it was obvious I would never be nothing more than his best friend’s sister, a girl off limits. Not that he had a crush on me, but a girl can dream.

No, he didn’t ignore me. Actually, Jax was my closest friend too and we used to talk a lot about many things. I liked to think that I was the only one that knew him well. I was wrong. I had thought Jax didn’t do relationships, but suddenly, he was getting married and having a son.

However, the marriage ended as fast as it began, but the problem was that Wendy, Jax’s wife, hurt her son in the process. That’s how Abel was born premature and I ended up being his temporary babysitter.


We all knew I would go back to work soon and someone else would have to help with Abel. I had told Jax about our classmate from high school, Annie. She needed extra cash and was great with kids; he had agreed she was a good option. An opportunity to see if Annie would be good for Abel came up that week. My father was at his cabin and needed my help. It would take me an hour, maybe more, to go there, and I couldn’t take Abel with me, so I called Annie.

I did my errands and rushed back to Jax’s place, but instead of Annie, I found Gemma there, watching Abel sleep.

“Where is Annie?”, I asked, stopping at the door frame of Abel’s bedroom.

“You mean that girl watching my grandson?”, Gemma narrowed her eyes at me and I sighed. Something bad was coming.

I walked back to the living room and Gemma followed me. I folded my arms, facing her, “Jax knows her; we studied together in high school”.

“We don’t let strangers watch our kids”, Gemma rested her hands on her hips.

“She isn’t a stranger and Abel’s father approved it”, I raised my voice, “He will need a babysitter and Annie is great”

“Who are you to decide that?”, she asked, cocking her head to the side and taking a step closer to me.

“I’m family Gemma, I care about Abel”, I locked my eyes with hers, I wouldn’t let her humiliate me.

“Right”, Gemma scoffed, “I know you always liked Jax. You are here for him, using my grandson to…”

“Don’t you dare!”, I yelled, pointing a finger to her, “Take back what you said Gemma!”

“Last thing Jax need right now-“, Gemma continued, “-is a girl trying to get at his dick”

“What the hell is going on!?”, I hadn’t noticed Jax coming in, but he was watching me and Gemma now, creasing his brow.

“Take. It. Back”, I hissed at Gemma, ignoring Jax.

“I found a stranger watching my grandson”, Gemma turned to Jax, while I was still glaring at her, “While SHE was supposed to be here”

“Your mother kicked Annie out!”, I looked at Jax too. He was clearly completely pissed off about finding us arguing.

“Annie isn’t a stranger mother”, Jax pinched his nose, sighing, then he looked at me “But you should have called someone Y/N”

“I tried, you didn’t pick up”, I barked at him and Jax’s eyes softened.

“Sweetheart, you better go now”, Gemma smirked, thinking she had won, “We can take care of Abel”

“Mother!”, Jax raised his voice, about to step in our argument. No, I wouldn’t let him do it.

“Jax is Abel’s father”, I took a step closer to Gemma, “He’s the only one who can tell me to leave”

“Y/N! Stop!”, Jax grabbed my arm, pulling me away from Gemma. How he dared to take her side on this one? Abel started to cry and I forgot what I was about to said to Jax. The baby was more important and I went to see what he needed.

“Jackson”, I heard Gemma warning her son while I walked in Abel’s room and held him on my arms.

“We will talk later mom, now I have to see my son”, Jax sighed on the hallway and Abel stopped crying, “Leave us please”

I didn’t hear anything else, I was trying to make Abel sleep again. Thankfully, it didn’t take long and when I turned around to leave, Jax was at the door, watching us.

“You’re good with him”, Jax whispered. I just nodded and passed him, heading back to the kitchen, “Sorry about my mother”

“You can’t let Gemma control your life Jax. Or your son”, I didn’t look at him, grabbing my purse, intending to leave.

“I know”, he sighed and rested his hand on my shoulder. I strayed from him, “Y/N…”

“Your mother insulted me”, I turned around and hissed at him, “You agreed about Annie, you should have told her that”

“You know how my mother is about strangers”, Jax tried to reach me again. I took a step back.

“For the last time, Annie isn’t a stranger”, I raised my voice, “Jesus! I have to apologize to her, maybe help her find a new job!”

“Y/N…”, Jax was begging now, but I was too nervous to care about it.

“For God’s sake! I was trying to help!”, I let my arms fall down my sides, exhausted, “I’m sorry for care about Abel as he was mine. I’m sorry for care about you so much. Damn you Teller!”

I huffed and marched to the front door. Jax stopped me, grabbing my elbow, “Y/N”, I sucked in a breath, noticing how close we were, “Do you really care about me? About my son?”

“Forget it Jackson”, I sighed, looking away, “Don’t listen what your mother and I said during that argument”

“Yeah, I did hear what she said”, Jax bit his lips and I blushed remembering exactly what Gemma had said, “But I care about what you have to say”

“You don’t really wanna know”, I whispered, looking at his lips.

“I know damn well what I want darling”, his voice was raspy and then Jax was lowering his lips over mine. The kiss started slow, but in seconds it became deeper, demanding, hungry, and I melted on his arms.  

Jax easily lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him as we stumbled through the hallway. My back was against the wall and his lips were sucking my neck, making me moan. On instinct, I closed my eyes and moved my hips, feeling how much Jax wanted me.

“Y/N”, he groaned, burying his face on my cleavage. I opened my eyes again and saw Abel’s door across the hall.

“Jax”, I patted his shoulder. Confused, Jax put me back on my feet, but his hand was still on my waist.

“What is wrong?”, he asked, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“We can’t”, I whispered. Jax creased his brow and held my chin, not letting me look away from him, “You have enough on your plate right now Jackson, I don’t wanna be a burden or bring more trouble. Your mother hates me right now”

“You just told me not to let her control my life, to do what I want”, Jax smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “This is what I want. You.”

“Jax…”, I traced his lip with my fingertip and he closed his eyes. I want to say something, I thought I could leave easily, but I couldn’t, I wanted him too. I sighed and rested my forehead on his chest, “Opie will kill us”

“He knows”, Jax say, running his fingers through my hair. I looked up again and he was smiling, “He knows I like you Y/N”. Jax kissed me and we were getting lost in each other’s arms again. “Sorry about earlier”, he whispered, brushing his lips over mine, “My mother won’t bother you again and I’ll agree with what you decide is good for Abel. Please stay, you are good for us. I want you in our lives. Please stay”

I looked down and slowly caressed Jax’s arm, taking his hand on mine. Locking my eyes with his, I guided him to the bedroom. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him. “I’ll stay Jackson”, I whispered. Jax pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. Gently, he laid me on bed, covering my body with his and loved me. Later, Abel cried and Jax brought him to bed, laying the baby over his chest. I watched them, caressing Abel’s back as he fell asleep again. I realized then, I would never be able to leave, ever.


SORRY for being absent for a while, took a MUCH NEEDED 4-day vacation from work as a sort of cleanse from the stress of candidacy exams to hike part of the Appalachian Trail with my roommate Alex (working in a neuroscience lab at Emory) and Dave (also in the Jui Lab).

Included some pictures because this was an awesome awesome trip, and to show the world that you CAN still have a life in grad school…just might have to try a little harder than usual at it. 

Feel very revived and ready to be super productive before the break I’m taking at Christmas!

Wilderness Medicine 101

When regular people go on vacation, they get away from work and focus completely on relaxation. When doctors go on vacation we think about all the work we left behind, worry that we forgot to tell our partner something really important about a patient in sign-out, and spend our whole vacation hoping that we aren’t called into action. But inevitably (at least when I’m traveling) someone gets hurt or sick and we have to jump in and go to work.

On my vacation I was excited to see the fall foliage and take some nice pictures and maybe do some hiking and fishing. I found a short 1 mile hike that concluded on top of a mountain with a fabulous view. I decided to go mid-afternoon, taking into account the angle the sun would hit in my pictures because I’m a photography nerd like that and because I figure a young woman hiking alone is less likely to get murdered/raped/kidnapped when the sun is high, right?

I made my way up the mountain fairly quickly, planning to take more time for pictures on the way down during the golden hour. When I got to the top there were several people around, mostly bird-watching hippie retirees. I milled around for awhile taking pictures of the view and then sat down to eat my late lunch turkey sandwich. I noticed that one woman wasn’t getting up and walking around to see the view like everyone else. She had taken one of her boots off and her foot was wrapped loosely in an ACE bandage. 

I moseyed over to her and struck up a conversation. “Is that an old injury or new?” She replied, “I made it to about 10 yards from the end of the trail and I slipped and I think I really sprained it bad. I heard a big pop and it really hurts. Luckily my friend came prepared with a wrap.”

Uggghhhhhh….. Now I’m going to have to reveal my profession. Crap. I just wanted a nice non-medical hike. “Do you mind if I take a look at it? I’m a physician.” “Oh wow! That’s convenient! Yeah, check it out. We’ve called EMS but it’s going to be a while before they get here.”

I got down on the ground and unwrapped her foot. It was clearly not a sprain. A noticeable deformity on her lateral leg indicated that she probably had a displaced fracture of her fibula. It had already swelled to the point that she couldn’t put her boot on. “Umm… sorry, but it really looks like it’s broken. I think calling EMS was a good idea. You’re not going to be able to walk back down the mountain.” I thought back to the one hour elective wilderness medicine lecture I went to in medical school. I knew how to make a splint and an emergency stretcher with rope or bungee cord. But there was no rope or bungee cord around. I decided not to splint it, hoping that EMS would bring splinting materials with them. I re-wrapped her ankle tightly to keep her from flexing it and decided that I was going to have to be in this for the long haul.

I had hoped that “EMS is on the way” meant they’d be there in like 10 minutes. In actuality, it was more like an hour before they got there. The temperature was about 50 degrees and I was comfortable hiking in a long sleeved shirt without a coat, but once we were sitting still it got cold. One of the hippies pulled out a fancy hand-held doo-dad that informed us that the wind which kept trying to blow us over was gusting at 20-25 miles an hour. We sat in spots of sunlight to warm up. One hiker had one of those aluminum foil-looking emergency blankets and covered the woman up. Note to hikers: if you’re going to carry one emergency blanket, carry five, because they’re only about 5 feet long by 3 feet wide, which ain’t quite covering the average American. 

When a single paramedic finally came up the mountain - the same way the rest of us came, mind you - he splinted her leg properly and doled out pain medication in preparation for what was sure to be a very bumpy ride ahead. Another 20 minutes or so passed before several other EMTs and volunteer firefighters made it up with a basket stretcher. They talked amongst themselves and some of the hippies to try to figure out the easiest route down the mountain. We finally decided to take the longest–but least perilous–route down. 

The patient was loaded up into the basket and essentially rappelled down the first 25 feet or so before we could all gather around and lift it. Then a group of about 6 of us carried her about a half mile down the mountain until we could meet up with an ATV that could take her the rest of the way. Luckily as we went along the trail more people showed up to help lift so we got to take turns and rest. Overall I think about 20 people came to this woman’s aid. 

Definitely not the way I wanted my vacation to turn out, but it worked out okay. 

depression is weird because one day ive retroactively convinced myself that i never actually felt as bad as i thought i did and was probably just making it all up & being dramatic & fake bc im a fake person who deserves jack shit and then it’s a struggle to get out of bed the next day bc i just spent the previous day berating myself for being worthless and a liar but still im somehow still convinced it’s Fake

Fighting With Daddy

Text: From Nina

Hey girl did you see what was on the news today?! It’s all over social media as well!!

I sigh and roll over in my bed trying to ignore my phone ringing. It’s Monday and thankfully I have a vacation from work this week. I don’t do shit anyway but model bra’s. A job that Namjoon hates but hey he raps and I pose. I hear my phone going off yet again and I finally decide to get up and check to see if something is up. I groan getting up from my bed and going down stairs to the front room sitting on my couch turning the TV on. My phone in my hand as I sit down on the couch. I pout combing my mess of hair out with my hands. I don’t see anything on the news that seems to be interesting so I go upstairs putting on a cut off black shirt and light blue short shorts that show my ass cheeks a bit. I put on long socks that are black and white and go up to over my knees. I go into the bathroom fixing my face. Namjoon is suppose to be over later today but we decided to stay in the house. But who says I can’t be sexy for him without going out? It’s been month’s since he’s last been to LA and I do miss him dearly. And the fact that he’s not staying long just makes my heart crumple.

I go back down stairs and sit back on the couch pulling my phone from the table calling my girl back.

“Hello?” She answers sounding a bit upset.

“What’s wrong Nina? You said that something was on the news and you kept blowing me up.” I say getting up to go into the kitchen fixing myself some cereal. I sit on the bar turning the TV on in there as well and she sighs.

“Well I know that you were excited to see Namjoon come home to you today. But I saw some photos of him at Warren G. studio. He had his arms around this girl’s waste —-.” She says and I laugh loudly eating some of my cereal.

“Yeah so what? Mmmmm good cereal. He hangs with girls and I am ok with that. And it’s jsut a picture.” I say stuffing my mouth with more captain crunch.

“No baby.. His hand is low like how he hugs you.. Now I’m not suggesting that you be mad at him or anything but maybe you want to talk to him? I have to go I’m at work right now. But I will send you the pictures ok?”

“Ok..” I say softly hanging up the phone.

She sends the pictures to me and my mouth drops open. I almost drop my bowl to the ground and I have to put it down looking at the picture with rage. I zoom in on his hand and I feel my anger rising more. Then I see more pictures of him and her and I growl putting my phone down. More like throwing it down. How dare he!? He barely takes pictures with me and when he does he tells me not to post them! But here she is and what? He can just take pictures now?!

I go upstairs and pace around in my bedroom. I look around at the walls that we painted together. The blue and black walls so pretty with our names and hand prints on them just for fun. I sigh and sit on my bed putting my head in my hands as I hear the door open. I get up and go down stairs peeking around at a Namjoon who has his back turned. I sneak into the kitchen and I wash out the bowl my hands shaking with rage as I dry it.

“— I’m home.” Monster says coming into the kitchen I brace my hands against the sink biting on my bottom lip trying not to blow up on him. He comes up behind me trying to hug me and I move from him taking his hands from away from me but I don’t look at him.

“Did you have fun today and yesterday?” I ask him going to the kitchen closet looking into it wanting to throw the rice at him.

“Yeah.. It was an amazing couple of days. I feel so lucky.” He says laughing softly.

“I bet you do. I bet it was.” I say bitterly holding onto the doorknob not realizing how tight I’m holding it.

“Jagiya.. Is everything ok??” He asks me with a worried tone grabbing at my shorts and I sigh slapping his hand from me.

“Whoa whoa what’s going on here. —.. —!” He yells my name and I jump turning around to look at him. His eyebrows are furrowed as his neck veins pop out a bit due to him having an frustrated look on his face.

“Why don’t you fucking tell me?!” I ask pushing him and he approaches me a bit his height shaking me to the core but I’ll be damned to tell him that.

“I don’t even know what the hell your talking about. I just got here and already you wanna pick a fucking fight? What did I do this time??” He asks and I cross my arms over my chest looking up at him.

“THIS TIME?!? THIS TIME?!?! AS IF ALL THE OTHER TIMES ARE MY FAULT?!” I yell at him and he backs up a bit anger rising in his smooth features. He takes his mask off as well as his glasses and I just realize what he’s wearing. A black tank top revealing those dangerous muscles and black skinny jeans that he is sagging in a bit. I look off that color on him having a effect on me but I’m not letting him off that easy. His black beanie hugs his head tightly. He licks his lips leaning against the counter looking down at me.

“No no. It’s not your fault ALL the time. BUT BUT YOU DO IN FACT START HALF OF THE ARGUMENTS! SO I’M FUCKING ASKING YOU SINCE YOUR YELLING WHAT DID I DO NOW?!?” He yells his face turning red.

“WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING GO ASK THE GIRL WHO YOU WAS CAUGHT HUGGING!” I scream turning around hitting the stove. I hear a scoff and a hand grabs my wrist turning me around looking down at me.

“THAT’S WHY YOUR YELLING?!? A FUCKING PICTURE?! A GODDAMN PICTURE?!” He asks and I try to walk away from him but he grabs me again turning me back around. He’s made it obvious he’s not letting this one go.




“IF YOU TRUSTED ME YOU WOULDLN’T FUCKING CARE HOW I HELD HER, HOW I LOOKED AT HER!” He says backing away from me turning around and throwing his beanie off revealing those perfect blonde locks.

“You don’t know how hard it is! I have to sit at home EVERYDAY! SEEING ALL THESE GIRLS AROUND YOU WANTING YOU CRAVING YOU AND HERE I AM THE WORLD KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT ME AND AND!” I say stopping myself as tears start to fill my eyes and he turns around looking as if I slapped him.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING CRY! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID LETS WAIT TO GO PUBLIC! THAT WAS ALL YOU! I ASKED. I FUCKING BEGGED AND YOU REASONED WITH THE FANS. THOSE SAME DAMN FANS LIKE THE ONE I GAVE A HUG TO YESTERDAY! AND THEN YOU COME AT ME LIKE THIS?! I TRY TO GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! I’M IN KOREA BUSTING MY ASS FOR YOU! GRINDING FOR YOU. FOR US! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL!? WHEN YOU DO TAKE PICS WITH GUYS OR GIRLS IN JUST THEIR UNDERWEAR NOT SHOWING ANYTHING WITH THEIR HANDS ALL OVER YOU?!? ONLY I SHOULD BE ALOUD TO TOUCH YOU LIKE THAT! AND YET. YOU GET MAD ME BECAUSE I GRABBED HER like this?!” He ask resting his hand on the small of my back. I didn’t even notice him approaching me until he had his hand on me. I look up at him my heart beating fast from the way he’s staring at me. I can’t even look at him in the eyes. He sighs heavily wrapping both arms around my waist and grabbing my ass. I moan putting my hands on his chest trying to act like I’m not all that affected by what he’s doing to me. He raises his hand up to grab my chin making me look at him in his eyes. He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip and I part them for him.

“Daddy is so disappointed in you baby girl.” He says. I open my mouth to say I was sorry since guilt washed in that he was indeed right. But as soon as I try to say something he puts his finger to my lips silencing me.

“I don’t wanna hear you speak right now. Daddy is here now and it’s time for me to put you back in your place.” He says deeply. I groan as he backs from me grabbing my hand pulling me behind him upstairs. Each step is slow and I feel my heart hammer harder in my chest almost drumming in my ears.

When we get upstairs we go into my room and he shuts the door locking it. He lets my hand go and looks down at me. His eyes rake over my body and he licks his lips slowly. He walks behind me wrapping his arms around my waist pressing himself flush against me. He sweeps my hair to the side kissing my ear before he whispers in my ear.

“What does daddy expect from you when he gets home?” He asks sucking at my weak spot on my neck. I moan and he pinches my thigh hard bruising the skin.

“O-on the bed. On my hands and knees.” I say and he lets me go. I look up at him and he nods his head slowly. I walk over to the bed about to get on it but Namjoon stops me.

“As much as I like that outfit I want you to take off the shirt and shorts. Leave your socks on.” He says. I nod my head turning around to him looking down as I reach for my shirt my skin heating.

“Look at me when I do it. No my eyes jagiya.” He says softly but I can hear his dominance in the tone as well.

I sigh and I look at him holding eye contact my heart beating triplets as I take my shirt off still staring at him. I trail my hands down to the button on my shorts as he releases a deep sigh and I can see him poking through his pants. I try to keep his eye contact but my hands keep slipping because I’m already sweating so much. I look down at my shorts and I whine when he says my name in a threatening tone. I look up at him shaking my head.

“I-I can’t do it daddy. Please help me.” I say and he gives me a tiny smirk before he comes up to me. He pulls me to him roughly his hands hook around the front of my shorts.

He undoes my button as his brown eyes stare deep into my soul and he unzips it slowly making me release a gasp as he fingers brush over my panties. He drops to his knees slowly still keeping eye contact with me as he pulls my shorts all the way off and takes my feet out of them placing them beside us next to my shirt. He kisses up my body kissing my pussy through my panties and I finally have to break eye contact to keep myself from cumming.

“Do you know what you do to daddy?” He asks me licking my bottom lip but before I can even try to kiss him he moves back shaking his head and I whine.

“You were so mean to daddy. I don’t think I should have mercy on you. What do you think?” He asks me grabbing hard on my lace black panties. I squeal softly looking up at him.

“No mercy daddy.” I say softly.

He throws me on the bed hoovering over me grabbing my lips in a rough heated kiss. He pushes his hand against my throat choking me a bit as the kiss depends. He makes me drop my jaw with his thumb and he slips his tongue into my mouth quickly stating dominance. He grinds down into me, my legs wrapping around his waist as I grind back up. He sucks at my tongue slow and deliberately trying to make it to where I need breath. He flicks his tongue over the rough off my mouth tracing the ridges. He licks over my teeth and bites my tongue before he pulls back our spit connecting our lips still.

He releases my throat looking down at me as he takes off his tank top throwing it to the ground revealing those nice smooth abs that every girl wants to see. He sits on the bed and pats his knee. I groan climbing to him and he places me over his left knee his hand groping and grabbing my ass. I bite into the covers with anticipation.

He brings his hand down roughly against my skin spanking me repeatedly. I feel the multiple stings on my ass cheeks as he continues to whoop me. He stops after a few minutes sliding my panties to the side pushing a finger deep inside of me.

“Don’t you dare moan yet or I will stop.” He says brushing his finger against my spot. I jerk forward a cry leaving my lips and he smacks my ass slamming me on my back looking at me.

“H-How can I not m-moan and your fucking with my spot!” I yell and he softens up a bit pulling me to his lap. I straddle his waist as I look down at him.

He pushes his finger into my mouth and I moan around the digit tasting myself. He unclips my bra with one hand pulling it from me and throwing it on the ground. He fixes me to where I’m on his knee and he removes his finger as he sucks at my neck again leaving more hickeys.

“Ride my knee baby.” He says softly.

I nod my head starting to grind my pussy against his knee as he cups my breast with his hands kissing and licking on them. I throw my head back in pleasure moans leaving my lips back to back as he closes his mouth around my left nipple first flicking that skilled tongue against the bud. He pulls on it with his teeth as well as nibble on it as his other hand plays and teases my free nipple. I grind harder against his knee feeling my wetness leak out but I don’t care at this point I just want him to fuck me. He releases my left nipple trailing kisses to my right one and repeating the same process. One of his hands slide up and down my spine as he sucks harder on my breast making me release more moans and shake under him.

He lets my nipple go placing me back on my back as he kisses down my body. He spreads my legs wide his eyes looking at the socks that reach up to my knees.

“Your so fucking sexy like this. I think it’s my turn to take my own photo’s of you for my collection.” I watch in horror as he pulls his touch screen out taking pictures of my naked body. I try to cover my breast and he looks down at me with warning. I whine raising my arms above my head letting him take more pics of me. He rolls me over placing my head down and my ass in the air taking more pictures of me as he slaps and kneads my ass.

He slides me back on my back placing his phone besides me as he shreds the panties off my body. I watch him lean down his head inches from my pussy as he looks up at me. He slides his tongue up and down my slit slowly and I grab the sheets looking down at him. He flicks his tongue against my clit repeatedly sucking on it. He nibbles on it and I hear him taking off his own pants and boxers. He slides his tongue inside my pussy and I moan his name loudly my hands finding themselves threading in his soft hair. He moans sticking his tongue deeper inside of me making my eyes roll back as he touches my spot softly with his tongue.

“D-daddy! H-haa! I-I’m so s-sorry!” I whine my eyes rolling back as he continues to eat out at my insides. He hums using his thumb to play with my clit as the other hand holds my waist down to keep me from squirming. He pulls back looking down at me a wicked grin on his lips as he leans over kissing me more. He pulls back after a bit his hands slowly drawing patterns on my thighs.

“If your sorry prove it. Use your mouth.” He says standing up and I see his angry red member. I sigh and he laughs at my expression beckoning me with his hand.

“All of it can fit in your mouth if you breathe through your nose.” I roll my eyes at him crawling over to face his leaking member.

I dart my tongue out licking away the precum. I look up at him and he’s biting his lips hard. I slide my mouth over his tip sucking harshly on it flicking my tongue though his slit. He throws his head back in pleasure as I take more of him in my mouth breathing through my nose. He hits the back of my throat and I let him rest there taking him in fully once before I pull back. He shivers as the cold air hits his flesh making me smirk a bit before I go back to sucking him off.

He laces his fingers in my hair snapping his hips into my mouth. He starts fucking my throat and I let him as I hollow my cheeks flicking my tongue against his veins. He goes faster fucking my throat raw. I groan humming around his length sending vibrations through him making him moan my name slowly. I feel him pulsate in my mouth repeatedly. I look up at him and he smirks down at me pushing himself back down my throat and it takes everything I have not to gag or choke. I swallow around him once and he cums in my mouth shooting his load down my throat. I groan swallowing it all as I pull off of his length slowly making sure I get up everything.

Namjoon walks into the closet and comes back with a clear butt plug. I whine and look off not wanting that thing no where near me. He sucks on it climbing on the bed pushing me on my back. He spreads my legs wide sliding it out of his mouth and pushing it slowly into my ass. I claw at the sheets looking up at him as he pushes it inch by inch inside of me. He holds my legs open for a bit just admiring the thing inside of me before he pulls on it making me whine softly.

He hooks his arms under my legs sliding his length up and down my slit biting my jaw. He groans softly poking at my entrance. He pushes in a bit. And pulls out. Pushes in a bit and pulls out getting me just the right amount of frustrated. He finally kisses me as he pushes all off his length inside my tight pussy one hand back at my throat as the other one holds my waist steady. He buries himself fully inside of me nibbling on my bottom lip before he lets go looking down at me. He pulls out and pushes his length slowly back into me. I place my legs around his waist trapping him close to my body. He groans grabbing my neck tighter before he starts to slowly thrust into me repeatedly. He slides me up until my head is hanging over the side of the bed he places both hands on opposites sides of my head holding the sides of the mattress burying his face in my neck as he pounds deeper and harder into my dripping pussy.

“GOD NAMJOON!” I cry digging my nails into his back tracing them up and down his back as he continues to slowly pound into me. My legs spread wide pressed against the mattress as he slides deeper into my pussy and I bite into his shoulder my voice shaking with pleasure. He moans my name deeply and that makes my stomach churn more as he continues thrusting into me.

I look up at him my hands grabbing at his locks as he continues to rock his hips into me. He grinds deep into me and he raises one leg above his shoulder pushing deeper and harder into me. He bites into my inside thigh pounding harder into me rolling his hips to hit my spot dead on.

“FUCK!” I scream out and he grabs one of my breast pounding harder into me. I grab onto his biceps dragging my nails down him and he groans placing both of my knees against my chest. He pulls out and slams back in hitting my spot and all I can think to do is cry out his name. He drives into me hard and fast making sure I feel every thrust every stroke of his dick inside of my pussy. The noise of skin slapping against skin sounds off in the room and I grab my ankles not knowing what else to hold onto. He leans over kissing me as he pinches my clit.

He picks me up holding me in his arms as he pounds up into me and I lock my hands around his neck. He drives into my spot harder and harder every thrust bringing me closer to my release.

“Are you going to cum for daddy?” He asks and I nod my head biting his bottom lip and he groans smirking a bit.

“Good girl.” He says softly. He places me against a wall one leg around his neck as the other goes back around his waist and my body slides up and down the wall as he fucks me like a rag doll.

“AHH! I’M C-CLOSE DADDY!” I cry out tangling my hands back in his hair as he continues to fuck me into oblivion.

“That’s right you little slut. Come all over daddy’s dick.” I groan as he says other little nasty nothings into my ear. i feel myself squeeze my pussy around his dick. He rubs my clit hard before he pulls it between his fingers.

“NAMJOONNN!” I cry out my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I cum. My orgasm hitting me hard and fast. He moans biting my bottom lip as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy.

“—-!” He shouts my name filling me to the brim and holding me against the wall as he makes sure to fill me up. He pants a bit both of our hearts racing and he carries me to the bed laying on his back as he lets me get on top. He stays buried inside of me and I look down at him. I reach around trying to take the plug out and he stops me.

“Don’t you dare.” He warns. I pout trying again and he flips me on my back.

He pulls out of me and slams back into me slapping my ass.

“Nonononono!” I whine feeling sore turned on and much much tired.

“Yes.” He says leaning down to bite my nipple.

“Rub your clit.” He demands.

I do as told rubbing my clit with my hand my toes curling up as I rub in time with his thrust. He circles his hips deep inside of me grinding against me his hips connecting to mine each time he pounds into me. His balls slap my ass as he thrusts harder into me. I try to take my hand from my clit and he grabs the back of my wrist making me keep it there as he looks down at me. My leg slides back up his chest resting on his shoulder and he bites my ankle making me moan.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING CUM!” I shout my body starting to convulse and squirm under this man as I feel my second orgasm approaching.

“Daddy wants to wreck his little girl.” He says adding his hand on top of mine making me rub my clit harder. He groans as he throbs and gets close to his second orgasm as well.

“DADDY!!” I cry out my eyes watering from my second orgasm being so powerful and stinging a bit.

“FUCK baby!” Namjoon moans filling me up again. I feel the warm liquid sliding back into me and some spilling out into the sheets. He thrusts into me a bit more before he pulls out. He finally slides the butt plug out of me and he places it on the bed. He sighs going to the bathroom getting me a clean towel cleaning me off as he kisses my face and cheeks. After he cleans me up he places the sheets in the washer and as soon as I try to help I feel the burn from my pussy and my ass. He sighs picking me up and placing me on the night stand until he finishes cleaning up. He smirks at me coming back to get me and we lay under the covers together as he plays in my hair pulling me to lay on his chest.

“You got to stop with that attitude. You know I only love you.” Namjoon says kissing my forehead.

“Blame Nina.” I whine my ass still feeling abused in a good way.

“Didn’t Nina also want to date me? But I choose you. And YOU decided to stay friends with that thing.” He says and I pinch his nipple.

“She keeps me company!” I try to reason looking down at him both of us yawning.

“Well this week I’m keeping you company.” He says kissing my lips.

“But I’m sore!”

“And every time you piss daddy off you will be sore.” He says silencing my once again with those pretty pink lips.


The Crosley Building

Standing vacant for twenty years in the skyline of the Camp Washington neighborhood of Cincinnati, this ten story industrial building has been on my list of places to explore for some time now. The problem is pretty much any time over the past few years that I’ve made the trip to Cincy it was with other people and I never got the chance to check it out. So this week whilst burning some much overdue vacation time from work I randomly decided to point my car west and head that way solo. Over the years I’ve seen lots of photos of the interior and exterior of this place and much like with all massive art deco abandoned buildings, I fell in love with it immediately. Built in 1928 to house the headquarters of the Crosley Corporation, it was a state of the art facility at the time. The lower floors served as home to the manufacturing facilities for radios and other appliances while the top floors held a handful of broadcasting stations owned by the corporation. In 1960 the building was taken over by AVCO Electronics who continued to use it to make radios until 1970 when it was sold yet again. This past summer news broke that an Indianapolis based development firm was awarded $5 million in Ohio Historic Preservation Tax Credits toward it’s planned $35 million conversion of the historic building into 238 apartments.

“You’re Not a Loser.”

Originally posted by vaniwin

Imagine being backstage at Backlash and watching Dean’s match against AJ Styles. You know he’s been working so hard for tonight, so to see him lose the title to AJ, you figured he’s going to be really upset when he comes back to the locker room.

Just right after you wished Dean good luck on his match and gave him a kiss, you settled in on the couch in Dean’s locker room and turned on the TV.  Tonight was the first night of your vacation from work so you flew from Las Vegas to Richmond, VA to attend Backlash. It was difficult to watch Dean fight because you knew he was one to take it to the next level. You’ve been there for him since his CZW days so you figured that’s where your fear came from. So you never really sat in the audience when it came to attending the show. It was hard to even watch on TV, but Dean needed you. He needed you to cheer him on one way or another, and if you couldn’t do it in person then you figured watching him on TV and cheering him on either from home or backstage will have to do until you can actually stomach down being there in person.

You made a best friend out of Nikki Bella and she knew that watching Dean’s matches were hard for you. Sometimes you wondered how she would watch John’s matches comfortably. Even though they worked together, you still figured that it would be hard for her to see her boyfriend put his body on the line every night. But Nikki had tougher skin than you and that was a fact, or else you would be able to watch Dean’s matches or you would even have a wrestling career yourself. After she cleaned up and changed into regular clothes, Nikki came to Dean’s locker room and joined you.

“Hey Y/N, you ready for the match?” Nikki asked with a smile as she came and sat down next to you.

“I’m never ready for the match, but my man needs me and I don’t want to let him down.” You said, as you never took your eyes off the screen while AJ was making his entrance known.

“Aww.” Nikki tsked and hugged your shoulders before facing the TV.

Just then you heard Dean’s music hit. Dean’s theme song always gave you chills, but it also gave you anxiety. You felt yourself begin to panic as you watched Dean make his way to the ring.

“I can’t do this.” You said as you quickly tried to stand up, but Nikki pulled you back down.

“Yes, you can Y/N. Dean needs you, remember?” Nikki reassured you as she hugged your shoulders once more. You took a couple of deep breaths and focused back on the screen.

Having Nikki there for support really helped you out because during the entire match you two were cheering and getting upset at the same time, and if you had went through this alone, chances are you wouldn’t have made it this far into the match. You started getting excited when you thought Dean was going to pull through with a win, but as soon as the ref was knocked into the ropes and AJ hit Dean with a low blow and started setting Dean up for the Styles Clash, your attitude went from joy to shock.

“No no no no no! Dean come on! Break out of it!” You screamed at the TV.

AJ connected the Styles Clash with Dean Ambrose and picked up the win. You and Nikki were in total shock when the ref’s hand went down for the three count. You sat there with Nikki in silence as you buried your face in your hands. You couldn’t bare watching AJ walk away with something Dean cherished so much and worked so hard for. Nikki hugged you, but you didn’t budge. Even from backstage you could feel Dean’s disappointment, and you were disappointed for him. After a while, Nikki shut off the TV and hugged you once more.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You stayed silent as you remembered your day with Dean. Earlier that day, he had taken you to lunch at a local diner and you two shared so much laughter as you enjoyed each other’s company.

“Babe, I want you to know how much it means to me that you’re here. I know watching me wrestle isn’t the easiest thing for you, but it still means so much that you are willing to give it a try again. I love you, and I am going to win tonight. For you, for us.”

You snapped back into reality and noticed it had been quite some time and Dean still hasn’t come back yet. Nikki was still there with you. It amazed you sometimes at how much of a loyal friend she really was.

“I have to go find him.” You said as you quickly stood up and began to power-walk all around the backstage area.

You asked around to see if anyone had seen Dean, only to get ‘no’s and head shakes in response, and each time it worried you more. Along the way, you ran into AJ Styles and a few others surrounding him and cheering for his victory. AJ noticed you and stopped you in your tracks.

“Well, well. If it ain’t Y/N, the FORMER champ’s little girlfriend.” He laughed. AJ then looked at his new title and then looked back at you with a sinister smirk. “Guess they really don’t give trophies to the face that comes in second place, huh?” AJ mocked as he and his companions laughed and began walking away. “Woo! Drinks on me tonight!” AJ shouted and his crew began to cheer off into the distance.

You rolled your eyes and ran off to find Dean until you got a phone call from Nikki.

You quickly answered it. “Yeah?”

“Hey Y/N, Dean’s in his locker room. I saw him walking in there as I was walking to my locker room. You might want to hurry though, he seems pretty pissed.”

“Thanks Nikki.” You said before you hung up the phone and quickly ran back to Dean’s locker room.

Once you got there, you saw Dean rubbing his head and neck in frustration as he paced back and forth.  He didn’t seem to notice you were there until you finally spoke up.


Dean stopped in his tracks and both hands linked together on the back of his neck, but he didn’t look at you. He just kept looking down at his own feet.

He sighed. “I figured you already left town.” The tone of his voice as he said this sounded cold.

“Why would I do that?”

He sighed once more and released his hands from his neck as he looked at you. Anger still heavy set in his eyes. “I don’t know Y/N. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I didn’t follow through with my promise. Maybe it’s because you realized that everyone was right about me not being Championship material. Or maybe it’s because you didn’t want to face the embarrassment of being seen with me after I lost my fucking title to a fucking low blow!” Each sentence made him angrier and after the last sentence, Dean punched a locker so hard that he actually left a dent.

The punch made you flinch and you waited until he was leaning against the wall to finally walk over to him.

“Hey. Dean why would you say that? You know that’s not true.” You placed your hand on his back and gently began to rub his back to comfort him. “If it was, I wouldn’t be here right now. You mean more to me than that. I love you Dean, but if you don’t understand how I feel about you, even after seven years, then I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” You felt tears build up in your eyes as you spoke, but you tried your best to hold them back. One of you needed to be strong right now, and you felt that when it came to situations like this, you needed to be strong for Dean even though he would say things like this to you. You knew he didn’t mean it, but it still hurt just the same.

Dean took a moment before he finally spoke again, still not facing you. “You’re not doing anything wrong, Y/N. You’re too good to me and I don’t deserve you. But why would you continue to love a loser like me?”

“Hey…” You cupped his face with both of your hands and finally got him to look at you. “Don’t say that. You’re not a loser, Dean. You may have lost the match, but you’re not a loser. You’ll always be a champion to me, with or without a belt.” You smiled at him.

Dean closed his eyes and leaned down to touch your forehead with his as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his body closer to yours. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m glad I did it.” Dean smiled before finally kissing you passionately.

He then trailed kisses from your lips, down to your neck and to your shoulder. He rests his chin on your shoulder and holds you closer as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

You two held each other for a moment before you finally pulled back enough to see his face. “Now, how about we head over to the hotel? We’ll order room service, and I’ll give you a massage and run you a nice and hot bath.” You offered as you barely touched your lips with his.

He smirked at your offer and you felt his hands run down your back and start groping your ass.  This caused you to smile and start to feel slightly aroused. But his next words completely turned you on. “Sounds good. Just as long as you’re naked for the massage and you join me in the bath.” He said in that deep and husky voice that you love so much before kissing you once more and even nibbling at your bottom lip.

“Deal.” You smiled.

Dean’s smile grew. “Okay let’s go.” He quickly said and he lifted you up and placed you over his shoulder, hugging your legs as he rushed out of the locker room.

You shrieked a little when he picked you up, but it turned into laughter as Dean raced to the rental car. “Dean! You forgot our bags!” You laughed.

“I’ll come back for them.” Dean laughed as he continued to race out to the car with you on his shoulder.


Author: Admin M

Characters: Leo/Taekwoon (VIXX)/Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,813

Summary: Leo finally has a vacation from work. Only all he seems to want to do is hang out with his bandmates. Does he really just not want to be with you anymore?

There’s always the wondering that if your boyfriend really likes you enough. It always tough when that boyfriend is the silent brooding type. He seems to keep to himself a lot and recently he was doing just that. 

His band VIXX where taking a month off so all of them could visit their families and loved ones. Leo had already gone and seen his family, now he is back at the apartment with me. I ask him every day if he would like to go do something but his answer was always no. Then one of his bandmates, N, calls and he is out the door within minutes. It’s like he doesn’t even want to be around me. He was barely around me to begin with cause of his busy schedule. I thought maybe this time would be different. We could spend the days together and, well I don’t know, become closer to one another. 

I was the final weekend of his vacation. He had promised N that he would go and see a movie together that night. 

“Leo?” I stepped into our room while he was getting ready. I looked at the clock. 5:35 pm.

“Yes?” He never made eye-contact with me.

“Are we going to spend at least….” his phone rang.

“Hold that thought.” He picked his phone up. “Hello. Oh yes I’m ready. Ok I’m walking down now.” He picked his jacket up and walked right past me. No kiss. No hug. No anything. I was on the verge of crying. “Oh (y/n)." 

"Yes.” I replied without turning around.

“I’ll be late tonight. Don’t wait up ok?” And with that he was gone. 

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appropriate title pun referring to the duration of my time spent on tumblr while also functioning as a farewell.  BET YA MISS ME ALREADY.

anyway - i feel like this post is not a surprise to anyone seeing as for the past several months i’ve kinda abandoned blogging the way i used to.  i always intended to keep this page up even if my interest dwindled but, honestly, even when i’m not actively blogging, i end up wasting hours and hours of my time on here doing…. well, nothing.  

i love tumblr and the past several years (SEVERAL! YEARS!) have been really fun, but this is just a general post to say that i will be deleting my blog in a couple days.   it’s not for any dramatic reason, hence why i wanted to make this post and not disappear in a shroud of mystery (TEMPTING AS THAT IS) but summer is soon over.  i got a mini-vacation from work but i return tomorrow and the week after that classes start again, and i’m nearing the end of my degree and i really need to buckle down and focus.  so long as i keep wandering back here, that’s just not gonna happen the way it should.  i know how i am and i think it’s time to cut myself off.

i love all of ya and it’s been fun, but i think i’m done with this part of my life.  i’m keeping it up a couple days in case i have any references or links or something on my blog that anyone might wanna save before it disappears.  

also, i’ll keep my ao3 open and will post some of my old fanfiction (like house of cards) on there as an archive so you don’t lose them. (EDIT: my ao3 is rrueplumet as well.)  just in case anyone still wants to read em. 

anyway, this will probably be my last post.   all the best to all of you and maybe we’ll hear about each other somewhere down the line in the big wide world :)


Getting another early start~ I’m on vacation from work for the next two weeks— going on a trip to Jeju Island tomorrow!—so I hope to get a lot of studying done while I’m not working :> Starting out with Chinese this morning before I head out in this ungodly heat and humidity to do some errands…

hell-dragon-fire  asked:

Slaine Troyard, tropical vacation


Aight so Slaine is my baby and I love him so this will be so fun because I ship OrangeBat SO HARD MAN

● what a fucking nerd. His pasty ass decides he needs a vacation from work and he goes to a tropical island where he meets this cute lifeguard boy named Inaho? Sounds like a John Green novel. I’m in.

● dork probably doesn’t even know how to swim, so when he tries, Inaho has to come save him and that’s how his crush starts (though he doesn’t know it at the time)

● he’s probably something like a botanist, because he’s such a sweet little rose. He’s got this huge garden back home and works on making experimental hybrid plants and shit

● he totally pines after Inaho man, like there is no chill with him, but Inaho doesn’t notice because he’s not good with feelings

● ends up having to spend the night in Inaho’s house when a storm his, and they share a bed to keep warm when the power goes out

● lifeguard is only Inaho’s summer job. Otherwise, he’s an astronomer working to communicate with aliens and working with NASA

● eventually Slaine has to leave but a week after he gets home, he gets a knock on his door and hello it’s Inaho who just walks on in and starts unpacking and Slaine is like wait what okay

● turns out that Slaine plays a wicked game of Super Smash Bros and that’s the only thing that can make Inaho Crack and start sweating and laughing and smiling a lot

● Slaine always wins but Inaho is a master at pool and wrecks Slaine so hard

● they don’t marry because they don’t need a ceremony or government certification to know that they love each other

● probably adopt a kid and eventually move back to that lovely little island and that’s where they live for the rest of their lives, with Inaho as a lifeguard and Slaine as a gardener