#20 minutes until his birthday ends so i rushed this but blowing him kisses from afar ...

[5ftboy]

happy 28th birthday justice smith !! ( ft. some of my favourite roles )

#justice smith #justicesmithedit #generation #detective pikachu #dndhat #all the bright places #sharper #every day #query #the get down #mine ** #20 minutes until his birthday ends so i rushed this but blowing him kisses from afar ... #some of these are obscure picks but u cannot change my mind ...

[justalarryblog]

📝See You When I Get Home by @fournipplesau (10k) | Explicit

“What are you thinking about?” He repeats Louis’ question from earlier.

“You.” Louis’ reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn’t even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly.

“Me?”

📝Stillness Is The Move by @turnyourankle (2k) | Explicit

Harry fails to follow instructions and requires punishment.

📝And I know he’ll be the death of me, at least we’ll both be numb by @capturethesunset (3k) | Not Rated

Louis getting wrecked by jealous Harry.

give and take by @sky_reid (1k) | Explicit

sometimes louis just needs.

📝English help? More like Fuck me. by orphan_account (5k) | Explicit

Oh he’s much more than just a student. He’s enchanting and enticing and just pretty and Louis wants to touch. Just wants to devour him, it doesn’t fucking matter if it happens in his own classroom either.

📝When I hear your cries, praying for life. (I will be there) by @brokenbeauty (5k) | Explicit

Well, I figured we needed Larry birthday sex, soooo….. ;))))

📝hop hop hop by orphan_account (3k) | Explicit

Suddenly, Harry’s slipping down his jeans, and Louis gasps as he’s met with a very unexpected but delicious sight. A mass of fur nestles between Harry’s cheeks, matching with the pink of the inner part of his bunny ears.

Or, the one in which Harry wears bunny ears and a bunny butt plug and Louis proceeds to fuck him.

📝I’m Gonna Love You (Until You Hate me) by @sweaterpawstyles (8k) | Explicit

As if reading his mind, Louis glanced over his glasses at Harry, presumably because Harry didn’t reply to his statement earlier.

“I decided to get my glasses out again,” he chuckled, winking at Harry. “Do you like them?“

Harry felt his face heat up. No, he didn’t just like them. He fucking loved them and wanted to ride Louis and call him daddy while he wore them. But he didn’t want to just tell Louis this.

Or

Louis wears glasses and Harry doesn’t like to be teased

📝sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me by @moonlightlouis (4k) | Not Rated

harry’s been a naughty boy and needs to be punished and louis is there to do it

📝shit, i still love you (still see you in bed) by @Wankerville (10k) | General Audiences

Harry hums, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, “I want daddy to fuck me in the gold booties he got me for my birthday.”

or, it’s valentine’s day and harry wants to be fucked in his gold boots

📝daddy daddy cool by @sky_reid (6k) | Explicit

harry wakes up hard.

📝Yes Daddy, I Will by @recklessandbrave (9k) | Explicit

Louis smirks, arms crossed while admiring the scene in front of him. He had Harry exactly where he wanted him; desperate while blindfolded and tied up, and he was loving it. He feels drunk off the sight of his boyfriend spread out for him, naked, hard, and needy.

Or the one where Harry distracts Louis while he works and gets the punishment he deserves, and so badly wants.

Part 1 of Pastel

📝Make Him Want to Sin by @QuickedWeen (9k) | Explicit

The stranger’s sharp gaze landed on him immediately, the eye contact shattering through Harry’s defenses. For the first time in his life, Harry had an instantaneous reaction to someone. The man stared down at him with interest, like he wanted to take Harry apart and put him back together again, piece by piece. Harry wanted that more than anything, and he wanted it right now. It took every ounce of strength he had ever possessed to not drop down to his knees instinctively.

All from one glance.

📝welcome to the mansion by @blankiehxrry (7k) | Explicit

Harry is a Playboy bunny.

📝12 Hours by @1975sam (2k) | Explicit

If two people who hated/couldn’t stand each other got stuck together in an elevator for 12 hours, what would happen?

📝A Million Years by @sunflowerstyles (3k) | Explicit

Louis always ends up feeling guilty that he’s not ready to give Harry what he wants. Harry shows him how much fun they can have while they wait together.

📝But I’ll Still Take You Home by @LoadedGunn (9k) | Explicit

“So how old does that make you?”

It takes Harry a second. “Twenty.”

Louis arches an eyebrow. No matter how morally dubious that makes him, this boy is not twenty years old. “Bullshit.”

Harry pinches his bottom lip between two long fingers. “Eighteen.”

“What is this, a missile launch?”

Harry giggles. “Seventeen.”

Or, Harry is 17 at a college party, and Louis is not Brian Kinney.

📝can i stay the night by @frappeniall (3k) | Explicit

Louis pulled away and stood up, ‘This.. This is wrong. You’re 16.’

‘17 in 6 minutes,’ Harry interjected, ‘If that helps.’

[harry has a crush on his older neighbor, louis, and stays the night at his house when he gets in trouble with the police]

📝Can’t help but touch myself by @Tita (7k) | Explicit

“I asked what these were, love.” Harry gulps. “Panties,” he explains with heated cheeks, needing more than the light touches from Louis and getting nothing. “What did you get them for? Were they to impress someone else?” He asks, and Harry shakes his head fervently, stumbling over his words as he tries to get his tongue to cooperate. “No, no,” he emphasizes, arching his back to plaster himself to Louis. “For you, always for you, Daddy.”

📝Champagne by @fanshae (2k) | Explicit

“Look at how pretty you are,” Louis murmurs, Harry’s stockinged toes curling against the floor at the praise, “Give Daddy a twirl, baby.”

📝Dance Floor Whore by @ropewithnoanchor (7k) | Explicit

Louis and Harry go to a club while on tour to blow off some steam, but Harry gets too drunk and lets another man dance up on him in front of everyone. Louis takes him back to their hotel and spends the next morning punishing Harry, making Harry work to make it up to him.

📝foreign but not different by @frappeniall (2k) | Explicit

When Harry signed the papers, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. All he knew was that he had good grades and that he was sick of his mom and sister. So he convinced his mom to let him go to school in London for a year.

[harry is a foreign exchange student who stays with the tomlinsons]

📝Give It Up To Me by @krisstylinson (8k) | Explicit

“You’re going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge,” he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

“And?” Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis’ arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. “What if I wanted you to?”

Or the cliché where Louis isn’t supposed to come but he does, and that can’t go unpunished in Harry’s eyes.

📝I can feed your appetite by @dirrtylarry (5k) | Explicit

During a meal out with the other boys, Harry teases Louis to get what he wants.

📝I’m Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by @Phillipa19 (6k) | Explicit

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

📝it ain’t trickin’ if ya got it by @sarcasticfluentry (10k) | Explicit

Louis raises an eyebrow and smirks. “You have to ask nicely, Harry.”

They’ve never really played like this before, and Louis is a little out of his element but he finds that they’re both falling effortlessly into their roles (and not just because Louis is good at acting).

Harry’s too overwhelmed, though, to say anything without first gasping, “I c-can’t - god, I can’t believe you - please, Daddy, please put it inside?”

… or, 28-year-old blockbuster actor Louis Tomlinson rushes home to give his 20-year-old model boyfriend Harry a good seeing-to after a particularly provocative Instagram post and, in his excitement, alerts the entire world. Featuring daddy kink, anal beads, and feelings.

📝Just One Night by @LovelyAnon (7k) | Explicit

Louis is upset and goes to a bar to drown his worries. Harry shows up. Sex ensues. What more is there to say?

📝just one step at a time by @hickeylou, @sowearegay (10k) | Explicit

Louis is insecure and Harry has trouble sometimes.

📝just want to make love to you by @beautlouis (3k) | Explicit

Louis has a lapful of Harry before the car has even closed and maybe he should be a bit concerned about that, judging from the look in Liam’s eye, but it’s hard to worry about anything when Harry’s wriggling against him, warm and insistent.

“’m so hard,” Harry pants against his ear, “Been this way since we got off the stage, want–want you to fuck me, yeah, I want–”

*the aftermath of the xfactor performance where harry went wild

📝Mark Me Up (My Skin’s Yours to Touch) by @eyesofshinigami​ (2k) | Explicit

They stumble into their bedroom and Louis’ is immediately pushed onto the bed, Harry scrambling after him. Shaky hands pull down his joggers right under his arse and Harry’s tongue circles around the still tender skin, never touching it directly. Despite the heat and desperation between them, Harry’s almost reverential in his touches. “‘s for me, Lou?” he slurs between passes of his tongue. “A place that only I can see?”

Or the one where Harry gets to appreciate Louis’ new tattoo.

📝my one and own (i wanna get you alone) by @beautlouis (6k) | Explicit

Louis’ favorite thing to do is make Harry come. It’s the best feeling in the world, watching the boy he loves fall apart underneath him; to see how good it feels for Harry, in every line and movement of his body.

Louis pushes a thigh between Harry’s and grinds just enough that Harry sighs gently and ruts his hips back into Louis. Holding Harry’s waist firmly, Louis presses his lips into Harry’s ear and says, “I think I’d like to make you come.”

It isn’t as if they don’t both know that’s what tonight is—Louis making Harry come—but the verbal acknowledgment of it makes Harry moan sharply and turn his head to try to pull Louis into a kiss.

📝my youth is yours by @skarshes (6k)| Not Rated

“They shake hands and when they’re finished, Louis stands up to go shake Harry’s hand. He doesn’t understand why Harry is gawking at him until he realizes that he’s still dressed in a pair of blue lacy boyshorts. He blushes, but the response from Harry is the best, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are wide. Louis shakes his hand and welcomes him before leaving to go finish his last part of the photoshoot. Harry is still standing there with his mouth wide open when Louis walks out.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun, Louis thinks to himself as he gets in position for the next photo set.”

Or: Louis is a model and Harry is his assistant. Cue the instant attraction, flirting, a little bit of smut, a little bit of angst, but a happy ending.

📝nominae by @pressedpeachpits (2k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis is Harry’s beautiful acting professor, and Harry is an awkward college freshman with a crush on said teacher. After a slip up with what name to call him, Harry finds himself in a world of embarrassment, obsession, and lots of support from his roommate Niall.

Or, the one in which Harry calls his teacher Daddy, but it isn’t as bad as he expected

📝One day to believe in you by @mediaville (7k) | Explicit

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. “You think about me when you get off?”

“Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

“Often?”

“Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?”

📝Skipping Heartbeats by @1dfetusfics (3k) | Mature

Louis doesn’t talk much and for some reason he has a queasy feeling in his belly whenever he’s around boys now, especially around Harry.

📝so defiant, little one by orphan_account (4k)| Not Rated

Louis refuses to talk to Harry when the older man doesn’t buy him the necklace he wanted, and in return Harry teaches him to be grateful when they get home.

📝sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me by @moonlightlouis (4k) | Not Rated

harry’s been a naughty boy and needs to be punished and louis is there to do it

📝Sweet Dreams by @dormant_bender (5k) | Explicit

When fantasies become reality.

📝Talk To Me, Baby by orphan_account (3k) | Explicit

Harry loves to talk and whisper little things to Louis during sex. Louis is pretty quiet, loves it, but just listens. But one day Harry really wants to hear Louis say some of the dirty things he loves Harry to do to him, so Harry really encourages Louis to talk to him during sex. Louis is self-conscious at first but then they really get into it and amazingness happens.

📝Thank the Hotel by orphan_account (4k) | Explicit

The hotel messed up the boys’ reservations for after their Red Nose Day performance, causing Louis and Harry to share a single bed hotel room. When Harry wakes up to Louis having a wet dream, he just can’t help himself. He’d have to remember to thank the hotel later.

📝Untitled sugardaddy fic by orphan_account (2k) | Explicit

Harry comes home from a long day at work and has his way with his baby. (That’s Louis.)

Or

The one with all the daddy kink sex and spanking. It’s pure pwp.

📝Wake Me Up by @larrystylins (2k) | Explicit

Harry stretches and accidentally pushes his bare bum into Louis’ crotch. Oh. That’s definitely Louis’ cock. Okay that’s definitely the outline of Louis’ hard cock pressing against him. “Lou?” he whispers. Of course Louis is fast asleep..

or Harry wakes up to Louis’ morning wood pressed against his bum. Harry gets needy. Louis wakes up and punishes him.

📝You Don’t Need Me To Show The Way by@LoadedGunn (6k) | Explicit

But right there, on Harry’s iPod, is a folder entitled Lou Sappy Sappy Long Indie Hipster 80’s Love Songs Mixtape.

Louis expects a sappy mix tape. He might even expect his own shitty versions of Foo Fighter songs. What he doesn’t expect is clicking on “AUD-20101223” and suddenly hearing loud moaning. He gasps and scrambles to pause it, so shocked the iPod drops right to Harry’s stomach. Harry looks absolutely mortified, even more than he did when Louis played High School Musical. He’s blushing so furiously his face bypassed rosy straight to flaming red, and his mouth is closing and opening like he can’t think of a single thing to say.

Then Louis starts laughing uproariously. “Hiiii, I’m Harry from Cheshire, when I’m on the road I like listening to indie music and gay porn.”

Or, 2011 fic where Harry rides dick for the first time and Louis appreciates technology.

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[bush-viper-cutie]

Happy Birthday

Pairing: young!severus X reader

Word Count: 3,099

Rating: T for teen

Plot: It’s your birthday and you can’t wait to attend a big party where most of your fellow 7th years will be, including one Severus Snape. Ready to be more outgoing, you take a chance and participate in several fun activities that leave you wanting more.

Warnings: Bullying, kissing, steamy-ness

A/N: It was my birthday this week so I thought I’d write this quick one for everyone! If it’s your birthday this month then HAPPY BIRTHDAY and if it isn’t then a very late/early happy birthday to you :DD

Posted: 5/7/20

Masterlist

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(y/n) = your name

(y/h) = your house

(e/c) = eye color

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Everyone who was anyone was going to be at the top of the astronomy tower tonight, ready to celebrate you and three other student’s birthdays. You made your way down the cold corridor, clutching your cloak tight to avoid a shiver.

Your shoes clacked on the dry stone and echoed through the corridor as you made it to the tower. You took it two steps at a time, ready for the best night of your Hogwarts life. You were normally shy, rather reserved, and focused on your studies all other nights, but tonight you were ready to be your dream self.

You could hear the music pounding on the door of the astronomy classroom and wondered how on earth no teacher had found out about it yet. You opened the door and the second you stepped through several people cheered, welcoming you in.

The room was open, of course since there needed to be a no ceiling for stargazing, but glittery streamers were still gently gliding high in the air, reflecting the changing lights of candles and torches on the wall. Some students in the back were playing their magical instruments of choice while laughing and keeping rhythm.

You turned and saw a pile of cloaks in the corner and added to it, freeing yourself for the night of your old self, ready to embrace the new you.

“(Y/n)! Over here!” a group of students were waving.

You smiled and ran over, jumping on your friend and giving them a hug, “This party is amazing!”

You looked around at all the students, spotting almost all (Y/H) seventh years – and some sixth years – along with dozens of other students from the other houses. No one was wearing their school uniforms, though the outfits seemed decent enough to get caught in.

“Drinks are over there!” your friend pointed over to a table with several chalices, “Careful though, its spiked.”

You nodded and left your group to grab a drink. The liquid in the chalices were orange and smelled like pumpkin juice, but there was a slight sparkle to it that seemed unusual. You held it to your nose and noted that it smelled amazing, almost making you want to chug it immediately.

You tipped it to your lips and took a sip. You were immediately hit with an immense sense of absolute joy and happiness. Euphoria! You jumped happily and skipped back to your friends, falling onto one of the cushions on the bench, careful not to hit your head on a decorated telescope.

“MMM! Who brewed the Euphoria? It’s amazing!” you chugged the remaining liquid, cheered, and vigorously set your cup down beside you.

“Those Slytherins over there,” your friend pointed to a group of boys. “James made them brew it if they wanted to be let in.”

You looked over at the group and spotted Severus Snape, Mr. Perfect Potions in every class you had taken with him since first year. “Of course.” He was first to finish, the only one who could actually follow the teacher’s instructions, and everyone knew he was the one writing several of the Slytherin’s essays since fifth year.

You remembered asking him once for help on a potion and receiving it easily, which had surprised you at the time. It was after that encounter that you had begun to distance yourself from several of the Gryffindors that picked on him and others like him. They always talked about how awful he was… but he had been so nice to you that day.

He was leaning on the wall on the opposite side with his arms crossed at his chest and long dark hair falling at the sides of his face. He was always clean shaven and quiet, which made you wonder what he was doing in a place like this, especially, with his four bullies just a few feet from him.

You smiled, If Severus can enjoy a party like this, so can I. You laughed at that. Severus wasn’t exactly enjoying anything, just leaning against a wall with his two friends looking at everyone else enjoy things. “Snape can brew a mean Euphoria.”

“That I can’t argue with.”

Your friends continued talking for several more minutes until the last birthday kid arrived which meant the festivities could fully begin.

James stood on a bench and kicked some cups out of his way, “I’d like to thank every last one of you for finding that Gryffindor braveness inside of you and risking your weekends from now until we graduate in a few months to come to this party!”

You clapped with everyone else but rolled your eyes at his theatrics.

“Happy Birthday Remus, my friend, along with the three other students who share his birthday who have also helped put this party together,” he disheveled his own hair and jerked strands out of his eyes. “Let’s have cake!”

A giant cake appeared in the center of the room where five large blankets were spread out. The cake divided itself up into small pieces and James instructed everyone to gather around. A candle popped out of every piece and Remus, you, and the other students stepped forward.

The candles and torches went out and the cake candles lit. Everyone started singing the shortest birthday song most wizards knew and you blew out your fourth of the candles in one blow at the very end. Everyone clapped and Remus got an extra toast from Sirius and Peter.

Several students went back to talking and dancing, but a majority of the students stayed seated in the circle. You knew exactly what was coming. It had been the talk of the school for a month now and at first you knew there was absolutely NO Way you were participating… but now you felt really giddy and excited about it.

“Cake Talk is about to begin so,” Sirius looked at Severus and the other Slytherins, “anyone who doesn’t want to participate LEAVE.”

He stared at them a minute and laughed. Severus frowned and made to stand but his two friends held him down in his spot. Severus crossed his arms and stared back at Sirius, standing his ground.

“Fine then. Let’s begin,” he looked at Severus again and fake gagged, making several students laugh.

The cake floated higher in the air except for a single piece which stayed at mouth level in the air. A bottle of clear liquid appeared under cake piece and everyone clapped. The music was loud but you could still somehow hear the bated breathes of everyone as they waited for something to happen.

Suddenly, the blankets lifted two students from opposite sides of the circle and quickly carried them to the center.

“Ooooh,” the crowd cheered them on.

They looked nervous to face each other but nodded, waiting for someone to yell out a personal question.

“Have you two done it!”

Everyone burst out laughing, making the two students blush. You covered your mouth, remembering the rumor going around school last term about them getting caught in the broom closet.

“Cake.”

“Cake.”

“Boooo,” the crowd yelled.

The two students decided not to drink the Veritaserum to answer the question and leaned forward, eating the single piece of cake at the same time until their lips touched. The blanket picked them up again and sent them back to their original spots. Another piece floated down and the process began again.

The blanket chose several Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, but now this was the first time a Slytherin was chosen forward. There were a handful of them in the circle, but the first one chosen was none other than Severus Snape.

He was sent forward, catching him by surprise, along with a male student. Laughter arose and Severus looked straight down, avoiding everyone’s eyes.

Sirius threw out the question, “Would you rather kiss the giant squid!”

“Cake,” Severus answered, causing a roar of laughter from the room.

“Talk,” the male student drank from the bottle. “I would rather kiss and marry the giant squid!”

“We all would, mate!” James clapped.

Severus and the other student were sent back and the cake piece stayed floating, waiting. More students went but your eyes were focused on Severus still. His arms were folded and his head was bent so low all his hair had come forward. Something was growing in the pit of your stomach. Guilt? Anger? This game was unfair and the Euphoria was either starting to wear off or it was no longer strong enough to hold back certain feelings.

The blanket was choosing again and this time James leaned forward and smacked the blankets with both hands. Severus and a female student were sent forward. This time Severus sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

“What’s Snivellus remind you of?”

“Cake,” Severus folded his arms again.

“Talk,” she took a swig and burst out yelling, “A greasy slug!”

The Slytherins booed but the other students cheered. They were sent back again and two new students were chosen. Severus tried getting up to leave but the blanket had taken hold with a velcro-like strength.

You wished the game would end already. Him and most Slytherins were being treated so awful. You wished you were back by the punch admiring the music and blowing Whispering Bubbles over the edge of the tower with the other students.

You were staring off into the night sky at all the bright stars when you felt something lift you up and you turned as you were rushed forward to the center. You almost yelped but you held your mouth closed until you were set back down.

You looked up and saw the intense black eyes of Severus Snape. His arms were folded but for as long as you looked at him, he looked at you. You blushed and turned away, dreading whatever question was going to be thrown your way.

“You a virgin?”

“Course he is!”

Severus frowned and mumbled his usual reply, “Cake.” He looked away, almost agitated that everything was taking so long.

You looked around and saw you friends looking at you through almost closed fingers. They had warned you not to participate but you didn’t listen, all too eager to have your first kiss.

You breathed out and looked at Severus, making up your mind, “Cake.”

The crowd gasped and went silent. Severus looked up with parted lips, clearly shocked by your choice. He closed his mouth and swallowed, blushing deeply.

You looked at the cake and leaned forward, waiting for Severus to do the same. You looked into his dark eyes as he put his lips to the cake, ready to follow your lead. You took a bite out of the corner, followed by him, both heads tilting in opposite directions. His nose rubbed the tip of yours as another bite was taken, and then another.

He smelled wonderful, you realized. Like a library full of books and a freshly watered garden mixed with the obvious scent that belonged to him and only him. You swallowed the spongy bread with ease and found yourself eager to get to the center, ready to connect lips with him at the last bite.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the sugary smell of the expertly whipped frosting, opening your mouth and closing your lips around the tiny bit of cake, savoring it. You felt his lips touch yours and it felt like a jolt of electricity had traveled from your lips to your chest.

For a second you forgot where you were, the music stopped, and all you could feel was Severus’ breath incredibly close. You swallowed the last bit and pressed forward still, feeling a bit of frosting smear your parted lips as they connected with his. He tasted like vanilla and you found your tongue searching for any leftover sprinkles on his tongue.

He tasted even better than the cake and you couldn’t help but reach for him, grabbing his sweater and pulling him in closer. You shut your eyes tighter as you felt your lips grow warmer and begin to tingle. You felt the need to get closer, to press your body against him, but you had to remember where you were.

You pulled away and gasped, keeping your eyes locked on his as he caught his breath. He was blushing and smiling, entranced by the moment as much as you were. You wiped the white frosting off your lips and sucked it off your thumb slowly, wanting to capture his gaze even longer.

As sudden as the first time, the blanket lifted you up and rushed you back to your spot. You smiled and covered your mouth, searching for Severus’ onyx eyes again. He glanced up at you from his spot and looked down, an obvious smile playing at his lips.

The blanket no longer felt like velcro and you took the opportunity to stand up and walk over to the pumpkin juice hoping to still your racing heart. You turned and hoped Severus was following, but saw it was James and Sirius instead – the only two of their group of friends who had already gone and were free to leave.

You took a chalice and chugged it down, needing to lift your spirits to deal with James and Sirius and whatever they were about to pull.

“Well that was…” Sirius looked to James.

“Surprising, I’d say.” James looked over at Severus who was looking over from the back wall.

“Couldn’t have been that nice if you had to rush over here and chug the juice down,” Sirius yelled a little louder than you had wanted.

You glanced over at Severus who looked away, clearly upset by what he had heard. Even then as James and Sirius tried to make him seem unlikable, your heart was still racing and your lips still ached for his. You turned to them and shoved the empty chalice in their hands.

You walked towards Severus but he left for the other side of the room. You needed to tell him how much you loved it. How you felt like you wanted more, needed more of him. You sighed and waited by a bench for your group of friends to be done.

The torchlights were dimming, and the candles were going out as the hour went on. The night was close to being ruined and there was only one last event that could save it. There were less students but still an enormous handful, and Severus was with his friends talking and drinking one cup after another, that stayed behind.

Cushions from all four houses were being summoned and set on the floor as couples took their spots and claimed each other’s lips. You gulped and decided to use that ‘Gryffindor braveness’ James had mentioned and made your way to Severus.

Him and his friends were getting ready to leave when he saw you. He frowned, making himself look even less approachable than normal, and folded his arms.

“What.” His tone was harsh and it made every hair on your body stand on end.

“Will you join me?” Your voice was louder than you that it would be and was pleased. Maybe you were brave, and just never used it.

His face shifted along with his tone, becoming softer, “Join you?”

More candles were getting put out and you stepped closer, feeling your heart start to race again and your cheeks flush once more. His friends were annoyingly still around, obviously easily engrossed in the drama and you realized this room was the last place you wanted to be with him in.

You smiled, finding it easier to keep talking, “Join me in the empty Ancient Ruins classroom bellow this tower.”

You winked at him and saw his face light up. He nodded and pushed his friends away, thinking the same thing as you about privacy. You took his hand and led him down – taking your cloak with you – and ran giggling into the completely dark and empty room.

The second the door shut you pinned him to the door and pressed yourself against him, kissing him as deeply as possible. You could feel a rush of excitement overtake you and a wave of ecstasy wash over as he moaned behind his smile.

He pulled you in closer and wrapped his arms around, hugging you tight. You stood on your tip toes and unlatched his arms, grabbed his wrists like cuffs and pressed your knuckles to the hard surface behind him. This was the first time you had ever done anything like this and was surprised by your sudden actions.

You had him pushed against the door with his wrists pinned above his shoulders and was currently trailing kisses down his jaw, slowly turning them into bites around his neck. What surprised you most of all was how much he was enjoying it.

You could feel his chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths, matching yours. He turned his head, giving you more of his neck as you nibbled and pulled at his skin. Little red marks were appearing now and, pleased with them, moved back up along his jaw to his mouth.

The moonlight shining through the high windows created a magical glow around you in the silence of the room. Severus eagerly took your lips and hummed with pleasure. You let go of one wrist and trailed your hand down his body, allowing his free hand to do the same. He gripped your waist and pulled you closer, pushing you against him.

“Go out with me!” he blurted out quickly.

He let go of you and you stepped back, watching his face go red. Your happiness overtook you and you started giggling, unable to help thinking how incredibly cute he was. He was covering his face with his hands and shaking his head, his dark tendril-like hair swinging softly and only his nose poked from between his tightly pressed hands.

You smiled and continued giggling, attacking his nose and hands with soft kisses, “Gladly, Severus!”

He looked up and smiled, fixing his glittering black eyes on your (e/c) ones, “Really?”

You stepped closer and stood on your toes once more, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately. He smiled behind the passionate kiss and wrapped his arms around you once more.

You broke out into a million pecks and finally responded, “I would love nothing more.”

He leaned down and rested his head on your shoulders, breathing softly on your skin, “Happy Birthday, (y/n).”

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Everything is better with you ❤

a/n: so, I’m going to post again but I’ll post an imagine at 2-3 days apart. I love you for making my days specials. Stay safe and great. Kisses🌻

the request:

Anonymous said:

Hellooo I wanted to request an Aron Piper quarantine imagine where him & the reader are together & even though they live together they can’t go out an celebrate their anniversary but Aron surprises her with a really special anniversary that wasn’t expecting at all. This quarantine would be a lot better if I was quarantined with him 😩🥵

Warnings: a little bit of smut (+18) and bad language. Also, bad writing cause I’m a bad bitch 😂😂

Word count: 2.000

Arón Piper x Reader

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I put the spaghetti bowl on the table next to the plates. When the quarantine started, I begun to be good friend with the kitchen and my boyfriend doesn’t complain. Being locked in the house with Arón it was l like a beautiful fairy tale. We are together for a year and this situation with the virus caught me at his house, so we decided to stay here until everything is going to be better. “Babe, this is the only bottle of wine in this house.” He said and comes with the bottle in his hands. A huge throwback passed my mind. That’s the same wine that we drink in the night we met.

Flashback

I order a Martini with three olives and I wait for the bartender to bring me the drink and I examine the bar. It’s Friday night and I’m at a friend birthday party. We are going together to the same University, but she doesn’t care that much about me. I helped her sometimes, but she isn’t like a true friend to me. All her rich friends are singing ‘happy birthday’ for her and I miffed my lips. Why I came here in the first place? I take a sip from my drink and search the bar. It’s full, a lot of people who drinks or eats, dance and smoking. Sometimes I’m asking myself. “Why are you so boring, do something fun. Get drunk, make friends, hock up with a random guy and live your life.”

But I’m a nerd and I stay to much in the house to enjoy other activities. “A glass of champagne for this beautiful girl.” A handsome boy with brown and curly hair smiled to me and the barman approves his order. “So now tell me you don’t have a boyfriend who’s coming to beat my ass.” I laugh and he seems nice. “I’m alone.” I said and this sounds very sad. “Actually, I’m at a party but I’m not feeling right in their group” I talk taking a sip from the champagne glass. I pointed the loudly group of people and he smirks. “Yeah, they seem nice. But why are you still here if you don’t feel right?” he sits in the chair next to mine and he so close to me, I can feel his strong cologne. He is tall and had a masculine body. “I thought I can find something fun to do.” I let empty the glass and I get up. “Thank you for the drink, it was nice to meet you. Good night.” I greet him and smiling I took my purse and I went to bathroom before I had to leave this place.

“Sorry, but I can’t let you go like that.” I feel a hand is catching mine and I turn around to see the guy from the bar. “Come to my place and you will not regret this night.” He smiled gently and I nodded. “I don’t know your name.” he grins and runs his hand through this messy hair. “I’m Arón. You?” “(Y/N). Nice to meet you.” I shake his hand and I added. “But I’ll feel good if you come with me at my place.” I told him and he approves. “Let me to say good bye to my friends and we can meet in the parking lot.”

OMG (Y/N), what are you doing? You just invited a total stranger at your home. But he is cute and seems like a good person. And tomorrow he will forget me. Just a one-night stand.

I jump in his car and I gave him the indication for my home location. “So, you born in Madrid?” he asked when he park his car. “No, my family lives near to Valencia.” “My family lives in Valencia” he said and I get out the keys. My hands are shaking and I barely unlock the front door. “Nice apartment” he comments and I laugh. “Yeah, it’s a small place, but it’s comfortable.” I took off my heels and my feet already feel better. “Feel like home. I’m going to get something to drink.” I went to my pantry and find my only bottle of wine that I have.

“I just have this wine, I’m sorry but I usually don’t drink too much.” I smiled blushing and Arón grins. He had a white shirt and some jeans, also, he looks so big comparative with my small couch. “Actually, I don’t do anything fun.” I looked in a different direction and he comes closer. “I can make you feel fun.” He kissed my neck and millions of sensations passed my body.

End of Flashback

That was the best night of my life. And then a lot more comes. Every day and every night that I spent with Arón were amazing. He makes me to feel free and we done so many things together. He changed my life completely and I’m very grateful for this. “Amor, you can hear me or should I call someone?” he laughs and he kisses my nose. “Sorry, I was thinking at you and how much you changed me.” I replied and I put some food in the plates.

“I didn’t change you, mi amor, you were already like this but I just helped you to find your wild spirit.” Arón puts some wine in the tall glasses and some ice cubes. “Actually, tomorrow it’s our anniversary. You want to do something fun in the house?” he talks with the mouth full of food and I almost spill my drink because of laughing. “The usual stuff. I know we planned something for this but this can wait. Plus, every day with you is special.” I winked and he blows a kiss to me. I mimed that I catch it and put it on my lips. “So, you don’t get mad if go out and solve some things?” “Of course not, baby, go and when we come back, I’ll try to do your favorite meal and we can do some ‘fun activities’.” I Put myself on top of him and I run my hands through his short hair. “I love you.” He moaned and I feel his erection growing under me. “I love you.”

 In the morning I get up pretty late and it’s not like a have something to do. I found a note next to a beautiful bucket of peonies.

“Happy anniversary, my love, I love you.

                                                      -Arón”

 Simple and cute. I smiled like a crazy person and I started to dance while I get ready for today. I’m going to wait for him in an attractive outfit because in those days he saw me just in basic clothes. After a long bath and after I dried my hair, I put on a silk pink dress and some sandals with high heels. I arranged the apartment and I order some food.

But he is late and I started to get concern about his arrival. “Hey, babe, where are you?” I said when he answered. “I got a little busy, I’ll be home in 20 minutes.” Arón said rushed and I heard a door slammed. He closed the call and I fell on the couch. The delivery boy arrived soon and I put the food on some plates and I wait for my boyfriend to come. I receive a message while I was waiting.

From Arón ❤: “Get out.”

I open the front door and I see an aisle made with a lot o flowers. I walk until I get in front of the stairs.

From Arón ❤: “Go upstairs and something is waiting for you on the rooftop.”

I smiled and my heart is beating so fast. I am so nervous right now and my legs are shaking so hard. I open the heavy door which leads to the rooftop and a beautiful song came on. On the rooftop are a lot of flowers and candles. In the middle is a table where my boyfriend is sitting. “You’ve done this, amor?” I get closer and he lifts me in his arms. His beautiful parfume hugged me and made me very dizzy. “Claro, you deserve more than this but all this situation got us caught and I can’t give you more.” We kissed and the sun fade little by little giving us a breathtaking sunset. Arón hands are on my waist and he hold me tight to his body. I put my hands on his face and I look deep into his hazel eyes. “This is more than I imagine to be. It’s amazing and now I’m feeling bad because I order food and I didn’t cook for you.” I giggle and he grins. “You made some many things to me, that’s I want you to feel like a queen today and after this day. And I have a question for you.” I nodded and he takes a deep breath before talking. “Do you want to move with me after the quarantine is over?” his voice is shaking and I froze for a couple of seconds.

“You are serious?” I said and he nodded smiling. “Yes, I want.” I replied and he kissed me. And now it’s time for gifts.” He takes my hand and drag me until we got on the edge of the rooftop. I catch the balustrade in my hands and he pointed the parking. “You see that car with a bow on it? It’s yours.” He smiled and wait for me to respond.

I told him a while ago that I wanted to buy a car but I didn’t have the exact amount and I give up for a moment. “I can’t believe you done this.” I pinch his arm and I laugh. I stop and I smiled and my eyes got watery. “This is too much, arm. Thank you so much but you done so many things for me already.” He stopped me, putting his finger on my lips. “Amor, it was my pleasure and you made so many things for me too. Thank you for being with me, support me and care for me. I love you and please don’t refuse my gift.” He explains himself and I nodded. “I have a gift too. But I left it in the house.” “Good, because I’m starving and I’m starting freeze here.

We got back in the house and his hands doesn’t left my body. “Actually, I had two gifts. First, it’s more for your habit.” I handle him a black matte box. He opened it and found inside a Zippo lighter with his initials graved on it. “That’s so nice.” Arón winked at me and I blushed. “And this one is more personal. I know you wanted me to have a tattoo so I made one when you left a week ago to Valencia to your parents.” I explain and he looked at me curious. I undress my dress and he gasp his mouth. Under my left boob is tattooed and ‘A’ with his hand writing. “Oh, baby, this is beautiful and match you so good.” He kisses the tattoo and I had goosebumps. I moaned lightly and he smirks. “That’s why you didn’t let me to fuck you?” he said and I moaned when he sucks my nipple. “Then you need to let me now cause, I wanted you for so long.” I smiled and I take off his shirt. I kissed his warm skin and he lifts me in his arms going to our bedroom.

“¡Joder! Amor don´t kill me.” He groans and I pull down his pants. “Forget the prelude, I want you now.” His words made me so wet and when he pushed himself inside me, I felt like my entire body is going to break. “Arón.” I scream his name and his hands tighten my ass. He pumped harder and harder and I cum so fast because I don’t realize when he changed his condom. “You will not sleep all night baby, be ready for this.”

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Damned Royalty (Chapter 20)

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Chapter 20

One hand behind his head, Jimin was propped casually against the headboard of his bed. Your body lay softly across the length of his, your breast pressed against his stomach, and your legs so entwined that you didn’t know where he ended, and you began.

It had been nearly three days you spent like this. In his bed which had become your living room and your restaurant as neither of you could find it in yourselves to leave.

“When do you think they’re going to come looking for us?” you peered up at him, drawing your fingers across the sharp features of his face while his free hand lazily stroked your back.

“Is it too much to ask that they never come?”

“I think so, unfortunately,” you giggled. “I can’t imagine what it’s going to look like when I turn my phone back on. I’ve probably got 500 missed calls from my father alone.”

“What are you going to do about him?”

You sighed as you thought. You didn’t want to think about what your father would say after all this – but Jimin was right. You had to face him eventually.

“I think, it’s probably time I start looking to buy my own place.”

“That’s your answer? Just move?”

“I can’t go back to living the way I did – walking on eggshells the whole time. I don’t want to sneak around with you anymore. Besides… I’m probably too old to be living with them anyway.”

“Why don’t you just move in here?” he said it so nonchalantly you weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“You want me to move in with you?”

He shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Wow,” you laughed. “You and I don’t move the way others do, do we?”

“There’s nothing conventional about you and me. Why should we try to start now?”

“Hmm,” you sighed and rolled over onto your back, resting your head on his shoulder as he kissed your hair. “I don’t know. I’ve always dreamed of having my own place. Decorating it. Making it my own. Your house is so…” you wave your hand in front of your face. “…manly.”

“You can decorate it any way you want, princess.”

You smiled as you looked around the room… considering his proposal. Imagining what you would do to change this quintessential bachelor pad into a place for two.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” he said as you felt him take a deep sniff of your hair. “On another subject, my father and his wife have another party coming this weekend. I have to go – I want you to come with me.”

“Of course… oh!” you jumped as you sat up in bed. “I forgot!”

“What?” he smiled, bemused by your sudden outburst.

“Just a minute,” you said as you slipped his shirt on over your shoulders. You made your way across the vast room and into his closet, returning with a grey box wrapped in a black ribbon - his nearly forgotten birthday present.

“I never got to give you this. It was for your birthday,” you mused as you placed the box on his lap and crawled back into bed, draping yourself over his shoulder, kissing his neck as he fumbled with the ribbon.

You watched as he pulled the lid off, then unfolded the tissue paper inside, until finally the contents were revealed.

The first thing he noticed was the blindfold. Black. He pulled it from the box and admired its silky texture.

What a cliché, you scolded yourself, but that didn’t mean the cliché didn’t excite you. He then looked back in and saw identical pieces of thin black rope, pulling one from the box to inspect it.

“One night. Naked. Blindfolded, and tied to my bed while my tongue’s between your thighs.”

You bit your lip as the words revisited you again. You watched Jimin timidly as his expression was unchanging.

“I thought… maybe… for your birthday I’d let you collect on that bet,” you spoke shyly – since Jimin had yet to give you the response you were expecting. He didn’t reply, and after a few more moments of agonizing silence, you began to pout. “Oh, come on, Jimin. I thought you wanted this.”

“I do. I mean… I did. I don’t know.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just to please me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“I don’t need this, you know.”

“Well, I want to try,” you kissed his shoulder then brought your lips to his ear. “And I trust you.”

 

You didn’t know at what point the mood shifted. From how you went from three days of love making to this. Was it when he asked you to stand before him, his muscles tensed, his cocked wanting to strain against his boxers, the rope in his hands? Perhaps it was when he said “take that shirt off,” and you reached for the hem, pulling it off your body, your nipples stiffening when they were touched by the cool air, and the way his darkened glare wanted to consume you.

“Turn around,” he had said – his voice low, commanding – only making demands and not requests. “Hands behind your back.”

You did as he asked, timidly placing them wrist to wrist at the small of your back. He gripped one arm roughly in his palm, and you heard the snap of rope being pulled before you felt it tighten over your skin. He gave it a sharp tug, letting you know it was there – letting you know he was there, and that he had you. Your heart began to pound lightly in your chest – you weren’t sure if it was excitement or fear. Perhaps a bit of both. Then you felt your second wrist as he wrapped the cord over and over it again, and with another sharp pull, bound it to the other – and then you were completely at his mercy.

Then your world was shrouded in darkness as the smooth, cool silk of the blindfold was pulled over your eyes. The deprivation immediately caused your other senses to overload. You could smell the stale scent of the bedroom you had fucked in for days. You could hear then the sound of his breath, feel it blow lightly over your shoulder. It put your body on edge – knowing he was so close, both afraid and wanting him to reach out and touch you.

“Put your hair up,” he had asked you when this all began, and you wondered why he wanted it that way. But you wanted to be good for him – so you did as you asked without question. Now, he wrapped the hair around his fist, pulling just hard enough to let you know he was in charge, and just far enough that your neck stretched long for him. He drew his lips, his nose from your shoulder across your flesh to your jaw, then pulled the shell of your ear between his teeth, before he finally whispered, “Kneel on the bed.”

You did as he asked, stepping yourself cautiously forward until you felt the mattress against your limbs – then you climbed up on it, one leg at a time, shuffling awkwardly around as Jimin guided you to safely face him.

“Spread your legs,” he said, and you did that too – acutely aware of the rush of fresh air you felt over your pussy, which miraculously through all of this you noticed was dampening.

You felt the rope fall lazily over your thigh and it set your skin ablaze with anticipation. Jimin dipped his arm between your thighs and you felt an electricity misfire through your junction at the proximity. He was so close, his flesh grazed your flesh, grazed your core – right where you wanted him to touch you – but he wasn’t there to touch you. Not yet. For now, he searched beneath your shin for the tail of the rope. He found it – pulling it through the loop he had created and reversing the tension to lock your ankle to your thigh. He wrapped the rope again over the bundle – dipping his arm between your thighs once again, grazing his fingers along your flesh, pulling the rope with a soft snap that made you gasp just a little. After he was done, and after he had secured a knot, and after you had asked yourself three times if this was a good idea – he moved onto the next leg and started the process again, securing your limb to itself – leaving you nothing but a wide open, vulnerable, dripping mess for him.

He brought his lips to your temple and you leaned into him unconsciously – not aware of how desperate you were to feel him against you now. “Are you okay, baby?” he whispered against your flesh, and you reveled in how the simple action felt against your restrained body.

“Mm hm,” you breathed.

“Speak up.”

“Yes,” you whined.

That’s how you found yourself panting, moaning, dripping down his wrist as he fucked you with his hand. His heel pressing firmly against your clit while he fucked you with his fingers. With each bend of his knuckles, you wanted to bend into him, but you couldn’t. With each flap of his digits you wanted to writhe but were stuck. It was a circus of torture – but a torture you wanted. Your body wanted to push him away but the ropes around your limbs wouldn’t let you – and yet you were so glad they were there to hold you in place. He touched you in all the ways that was never enough to give you what you needed but was just enough to keep you on the edge and begging for more. Most of all, you wanted to touch him. To run your hands through his hair, to cling at his shoulders, scratch your nails down his back – but your hands behind your back left you balling your fists around air.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you whined as he pumped you full of his fingers and you felt the coil inside you tighten then loosen for the umpteenth time. “I need my hands.”

“No, you don’t,” he thrusted hard into you, clamping over your ridge, sending your body into a whirlwind of delight. You let out a guttural groan from deep within you – a sound you never knew you were capable of making. He pulled his fingers from inside you and drew them north along your slit, circling it softly to give a little break – or so you thought. The room rang off three times with the sound of a wet clap as Jimin snapped his wrist and slapped your pussy with his fingers.

“Ughh!” you moaned as the action both startled you and sent a new wave of pleasure through you.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, princess,” he began rubbing hard into your clit, forcing the squelch to echo off the walls. “You hear that? Who else can get you this wet?” You thought it was a rhetorical question, but when you didn’t answer, he grabbed hard over your heat and your body jolted forward as best it could. “Answer me.”

“You… baby… only you.”

“Who?”

That’s when you remembered, and you corrected yourself. “Only you, Mr. Park.” You couldn’t see it, but you were sure you could hear the smug smile spread across his face.

“That’s right, princess. Only me.”

 

When he finally had enough of that charade, he made good on his bet – guiding you onto your back and burying his face between your thighs. The torture of being finger fucked by him wasn’t enough to prepare you for this stage. Your hands were pinned beneath the weight of your body, your legs still bound, leaving your feet dangling helplessly in the air – you couldn’t thread your fingers through his hair, couldn’t grind your hips against his tongue, couldn’t hook your ankles over his shoulders. And he knew you wanted to do that so fucking bad – so he took his time. Licking long lines across your folds, lapping up every bit of wetness he could find like he was savouring the flavour of you. Stroking delicately along your labia while his tongue buried itself under your hood and twirled manically around your clit.

He knew your body so well too. Better than you probably knew it yourself. Each time your core would begin to heat and your orgasm would begin to build, when your breath became short and your legs began to tremor, he’d pull back just in the brink of time before you’d spill – leaving you teetering on the edge and ready to beg him, curse him or cry.

“Please, Mr. Park,” you whimpered when the edging was too much to bear any longer.

“Please what, princess?” he mocked you, even though he knew what you wanted.

“Please… fuck me,” you didn’t have the nerve for elegant language anymore. You needed him inside you, and you didn’t need to give him any excuse to prolong it. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to let me come.”

You felt the bed slope around you as Jimin crawled his way up your trembling body. You could feel his breath fan across your face – he was right there in front of you – his lips, his arms, his torso – all the things you wanted to hold onto were right there before you, but as you tugged at your bonded wrists your remembered yet again that they were still so far away.

“Why should I let you come?” a shiver ran down your spine as Jimin graveled into your ear. You tilted your face towards him, trying to feel even the slightest bit of his skin against you, but he pulled away before you could reach him.

“Please, Jimin,” the desperation was palpable in your voice.

“Tell me why?” he patronized you again, and you were so frustrated you wanted to scream.

“Because… I’m your girl,” was the only answer you could think to come up with.

Jimin went quiet for a moment… the room went quiet for a moment as your plea resonated – until he found his voice again.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

“I’m your girl,” you replied, more vigor and resolve behind your words.

“That’s fucking right. You’re my girl.” He drew a long finger over your collarbone, across your nipple, to your belly until his hand grabbed a firm hold over your rope covered thigh. “Only mine.”

You breathed heavily. You could sense in his voice that you were only a mere moment from setting him off – from him fucking you into this mattress – from getting that climax you had been chasing for lord knows how long. But before he did, you had one last question for him too.

“And, you’re mine… right?”

Once again, he went quiet, and you waited impatiently and panting for him to make another move.

“I’m yours,” he whispered back. Your insides flipped as he said it. You knew he was – of course you knew he was – but having him say it did something to you that you hadn’t experienced before. And before you knew it, the words you didn’t know you had slipped from your tongue.

“I love you.”

You felt him lean in again, close to your face. Close to your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered just as he kissed you. You parted your lips, and your tongue went searching for his, finding it right away, hot and wanting to fold itself into yours. Once again you felt your hands wanting to reach for him, to hold him, but you were too lost in the moment to beg him again to untie you, so you just basked in what you could for as long as needed.

“Jimin,” you finally broke.

“Hm?” he hummed as he kissed along your jaw.

“Can you please fuck me now?” You heard him break a small laugh.

“Anything for my girl,” he said, and with a snap of his wrist you found yourself face first on the mattress, ass high in the air, hands still bound behind your back. Then you heard the snap of his waistband as he pulled his boxers off his hips. Then the sound of his palm brushing over the skin of his erection as he hardened his cock for you. Then you felt it – his shaft rubbing itself along your slit, lubricating itself in your juices, before he fucking finally brought his cock to your entrance, and you felt it press into your folds, then slip down your chamber… inch by slow inch, he conquered your insides until he was balls deep inside you.

You moaned with each territory breached – so desperate to have more of him – the too much, too hard, too fast feeling you loved when he fucked you. And he gave it to you… breaking his hips, he thrusted into you over and over again, holding hard to your hips to keep you from slipping away from him. Your toes curled and your hands clamped shut as you withstood his ruthless onslaught. The room filling with the sounds of his hips, his balls, his cock smacking hard against your ass, your wetness.

“Jimin, I need my hands,” you begged him – no – demanded of him once again. He obeyed, reaching down with one hand and pulling the slipknot. The rope around your wrists loosened and you shook yourself free, reaching immediately for the sheets to cling to.

With one more maneuver, you found yourself on your back again, only this time with Jimin inside you, your bound thighs squeezed around his waist, your arms around his torso, as he pounded you towards Homeplate.

You couldn’t breathe anymore, because his every thrust was like a shot to the lungs. Despite the blindfold still covering your eyes, all you could see now was white. Jimin’s thrusts became sloppy, and his breathing erratic – he was ready to come – but he wouldn’t, you knew, until you did.

“Come for me, baby,” he said through a strangulated breath, just as you were ready to spill. Your body quaked and shook as arrows of ecstasy fired through your veins. Your head bent backwards, and your legs pulled hard at their restraints as your orgasm wreaked havoc over your body. Jimin came too – hard – spilling into you his hot come as your hips rode against each other, releasing any pleasure you had left to give and take.

 

Day four in Jimin’s bed arrived. You awoke to yet another beautiful day, but once again had no interest in rejoining the sunshiny world. Why would you when you had everything you needed right here in this bed? You looked down at your body, noticing the red marks around your thighs and ankles had faded almost completely away. You rolled over to find Jimin, but he wasn’t there. You assumed he went to get breakfast – again – to bring to you in bed.

You stepped out onto the cool floor and trotted across the room and into the hall, enroute to hopefully finding him in the kitchen. But instead, you heard voices in the foyer. Like déjà vu, you rounded the corner and found Jimin – once again in his sweatpants, standing in front of the burly security man, having what looked like the tail end of a serious conversation.

Jimin turned from the man to head towards you, his eyes immediately darting up to catch yours – a grim expression in his eyes.

“We have to go,” he said with urgency. “Our fathers were attacked this morning. They’re in the hospital.”

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Late Night Confessions...With Father Jimin (Chapter Two)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝. 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝘼 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙣𝙪𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance, Smut, Forbidden Relationship

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Vanilla Sex, Mentions of BDSM, Manipulation, Priest! Jimin, Nun! Reader, Rich! Hoseok

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 4k+

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Reader

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“So have any of you committed a grievous sin before you became a nun?” Sister Anne asks, making all of you shudder.

“Once I stole a cookie from a cookie jar after my mummy told me it was time for bed.” Sister Levy confesses.

“Once I stole my best friend’s boyfriend.” Sister Jen answers.

“Oh, that’s bad.” Sister Anne laughs, lying on her back.

“What about you, Sister Rosemary?” They look to you, and you muster up the courage to tell them the truth.

“I slept with my step brother,”

 Your comment makes all of them turn pale white, and their eyes widen as they look at you with newfound horror. “That was a joke! Did you think I would really do that?!” You all laugh it off, but a detail you forgot to mention was that it was very real, and you indeed had intercourse with your step brother. It was a hot summer’s day, you were both attracted to each other, he said you looked hot in booty shorts, and the next thing you know you’re sprawled out on the couch, letting him have you like a meal. He was hot, until you found out he was also sleeping with a lot of your friends. And then you ended it. It lasted for about two years, since you were 15 until 17. And now, you’re trying to escape it again; afraid of what he might do in case his father gave him permission to punish you however he sees fit.

Evening rolls around and it has become a routine for you and the Bishop to stay behind for extra prayer before bidding goodnight and retiring to bed. Slowly, you’ve both began speaking to each other, a couple words turning into sentences, and now he even helps you turn off the lights and takes care of other things before bed. You learned that he grew up in a small town and became a priest after his calling at 15, and then at age 20, he became the Bishop, proving everyone wrong. You’ve also began noticing other things, like the way his hair looks in the dim lighting of the candles, or the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about his family, or even the way his voice streams from his throat like a pretty melody, just an excellent tonality for a priest.

“C-can I confess?” You ask, earning a weird look from him.

“Sure. Let’s go to the booth.” He takes his seat, as you scoot in close, your nose almost touching the wooden cell. You’re so close, you can hear him breathing on the other side. Your knees have gotten used to the peu, so it doesn’t hurt as much as it did the first day.

“It must have been three years ago, when I made a terrible choice. I couldn’t help it, he looked too good. His jeans clung to his hips, his open shirt revealing his abs, I just couldn’t help but spread my legs for him. Oh forgive me father for I have sinned, I actually am a lecherer who had sex with her brother. Step brother.” Your confession makes him go silent, for a good minute and a half. Jimin had never heard of such a thing, as step-family or not, it’s taboo. 

“Were you pressured?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.

“No. I was in the heat of the moment, and after a couple more exchanges, we ended up doing it…” He had never heard of a nun who lost her virginity. Now he knows Sister Rosemary isn’t just an ordinary nun. And you willingly told him.

“Since you’re confessing to me, I feel it be best that I confess to you,” Your eyes widen as he looks at you through the tiny wooden holes, a smile forming on his face. “I accidentally killed the bishop, and took his place. My name isn’t Father Francis, it’s Jimin.” Finally, someone who understands.

“My step father is the leader of a mafia group. My brother is his heir, and I ran away because they were so bad...they killed my first boyfriend, Jay,” You explain, making Jimin frown. “So I’m in hiding now. Pretty crazy, huh?” You look at the clock, 11:00 exactly.

“It’s been a month since you got here, right?” You nod, biting your lips and looking at your feet. “It’s been the same for me. Father Yoongi won’t let me do anything.” Jimin sighs, and you get to your feet. 

“Shall I go to bed then?” You ask, the initial awkwardness wearing off.

“No. You stay right there.” Jimin runs off for a second, and leaves you waiting. “Close your eyes!” He shouts to you. 

“Happy one month of being here.” In front of you is a cake, decorated in pretty colors and some fondant flowers as well.

“Thank you, Jimin. I don’t know what to say-”

“Nothing. You don’t have to say anything.” He simply lights a candle. “Now make a wish.”

“But it isn’t my birthday!” You laugh, and he simply rubs his fingers through your veil.

“Even so, you deserve it. I feel bad for you, it sounds like you don’t deserve any of the shit you went through,” You close your eyes and blow out the candle, as Jimin takes a knife and cuts a slice for you. “It’s days like these I don’t feel like doing anything it all.” And you don’t have to. You want to say. He accidentally killed the Bishop, but one death is nothing compared to the thousands your step father had killed.

“Jimin...thank you so much.” You hold his hand and squeeze tightly, tight enough for him to look at you with that blank stare.

“I didn’t do anything, though.”

“You’ve done so much.” You find yourself leaning in, and just as the clock strikes 11:20, your lips are connected.

“You should go to bed now.” He wipes a piece of cake off your lips and puts it into his own mouth, savoring it before leaving the room, flustered by your actions. It was the first time in a long time that any woman had looked his way, and the first time his heart reacted the way it did. What were you doing to him? A simple nun, well not so simple since you told him the truth. A girl was making him go crazy.

“You look like you’re in a good mood.” Father Yoongi smiles as Jimin comes prancing into the room.

“Who? Me? Pfffft, I’m just feeling the holy spirit today.” The older man just rolls his eyes at Jimin.

“Whatever you say.” The priest already suspects him though, because one day while he was making a nighttime food run, he saw the lights were still on in the chapel, long after prayer was over. There, he saw you speaking in a hushed voice to the Bishop. What were you two up to? He had no idea, but he was going to find out.

The next day, Jimin calls you to the garden after prayer. He wasn’t going to let Yoongi catch you and stop your end of the night heart-to-hearts.

“Can I make another confession?” You ask him.

“Sure, why not now?” Jimin has nothing better do except talk to you for a sense of home and comfort.

“I actually wanted to sleep with my brother. Even back in the beginning, when I met that bastard, I wanted to actually fuck the shit out of him. He was just too damn attractive.”

“Wow, how brave of you to admit it.” Jimin didn’t mean that in a sarcastic sense, as he felt empathy for the girl. She was just a hormonal teenager at the time, and he noticed how she had matured into quite the young woman. You had luscious lips, large breasts, and an overall curvy body. You’re fit, but not too skinny, a natural beauty. Perhaps if you met at a different time, Jimin would have saved you from your horrible family earlier. He wanted you to be happy, seeing the pain in your eyes.

“I feel so stupid, he just played with me.” You start letting your emotions pour out in the form of tears.

“Don’t cry, at least you realized how crazy he is.”

“He was bad for me...but he made me feel so good,” Your words astonish Jimin, and a sudden urge to pin you down and have his way with you clouded his thoughts. He wanted to be with you, emotionally, mentally, physically. You simply sigh and turn your head to see Jimin deep in thought. “Something on your mind?” He shakes his head.

“Just...you look so beautiful under the moonlight. Can I kiss you?” You lean in, and he accepts that as his answer. “So soft…” You think out loud as Jimin lightly moans under you, his hands moving down your habit (yes that is the name of the tunic type clothes that nuns wear), and his fingers pull the fabric taut. You gasp, allowing him to roughly grab you, the dress hiking up your thigh.

“Shit, Father Yoongi’s light.” Jimin pants heavily, sitting up as you crawl on top of him.

“He won’t notice if we keep quiet.” You smirk at him, an idea formulated in your mind. “Or we can continue this later...in my room.” You never liked having sex outside, since once Hoseok thought it was a good idea to do it in the backyard when your parents were home. You still have nightmares from that.

“Sounds like a plan. You use the backdoor from the kitchen, I’ll go in through the chapel. He’ll never know you were here,” You nod, rushing out the way he told you. Jimin simply strolls to the door and greets Yoongi, who was momentarily startled by the unexpected movement in the corner. “I wasn’t feeling sleepy, so I took a walk through the gardens.”

“This late at night?” Yoongi questions him but there is no evidence to prove him wrong so he has no choice but to let him go.

“Now I’m really tired, so if you’ll excuse me…” Jimin makes his way towards you, and you open the door for him so he can sneak into your room unseen.

“I didn’t think you’d get here so quickly.” You lick your lips, temptatious thoughts filling your mind as Jimin stood before you, now disrobing and revealing his much more attractive parts.

“We better hurry. If someone catches us, we’re both finished.” You weren’t a fan of quickies, since Hoseok came in 12 seconds every time, but you could tell it was different with Jimin. Hopefully you aren’t repeating the same mistake.

“Relax. Father Yoongi isn’t gonna burst into your room, is he?” You ask. Jimin sighs.

“Hopefully, he doesn’t. But he has a bad habit of being unpredictable, since his hobby is sleeping, it’s easy to tell when he’ll wake up.”

“I’m not taking any chances. Fuck me already.” He pushes you onto the bed, kissing you vigorously and climbing over you. You whine into his mouth, panting as he pinches your ass, smirking at your reaction. He looks for more ways to make you cum without even taking your clothes off. The look in his eyes is enough to make any girl drenched, but the way his lips melt against yours is different. A good different.

“A girl like you is nothing close to a nun. Look at you, so wet already.” He pulls down your panties, digging his fingers into your pussy. Your walls tighten around him immediately, making your moans a bit higher-pitched. “Be quiet, unless you wanna get caught.” You nod, closing your mouth and breathing erratically through your nose. After fingering you for awhile, sensing your climax, he decides to remove the rest of your clothes and get to the good part. You lick your lips as he removes his shirt, and then unbuckles his Levi’s jeans. There’s no way a priest could look this good. You reminded yourself that he wasn’t a priest, and you aren’t a nun. But this could make for some really hot roleplay.

“J-Jimin!” You scream as his lips are suddenly on your clit.

“That’s it,” He pulls out a handkerchief. Before you can ask what he will do with it, he stuffs it into your mouth. It tastes like clean laundry, but you have your doubts. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll just have to make you be silent.” Your eyes fly open when you feel the pressure at your ass. He rubs his dick between your cheeks, and you can do nothing, powerless and submissive to his actions. The worst part is, you don’t want him to stop. This was your problem with Hoseok. You shudder at the memories, moaning for him to stop. 

“Y/N?” Jimin stops teasing you, removing the makeshift gag from your mouth.

“Sorry, I was just getting flashbacks.” You close your eyes. “Please...can we take this one slowly?” You plead, hoping he wouldn’t be overly aggressive like Hoseok.

“Of course we can, baby.” You begin kissing each other again, except this time feels more heartfelt. Slowly, you both sink into the bed and Jimin lowers his kisses to your inner thighs. You moan as he leaves hickies, softly. He smiles, no longer afraid of getting caught. You start chasing after your climax, bucking your hips and begging him to make you cum as his tongue dove deeper between your folds.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Cum if you need to, cum on my tongue, babe.” With his permission, the white fluids leak out from your body, and you gasp at the force of the orgasm. You had literally never cum so hard in your life before.

“Jimin,” You don’t care if he just ate you out. You simply kiss him, expressing all of the adoration you have for him at the moment.

“Y/N. Fuck.” You smirk, switching positions when you feel his penis harden. A good thick veiny cock with about 8 inches. Perfect. Every inch of him is perfect.

“Let me ride you.” He nods, helping you adjust yourself on his dick. After you’re ready, you start moving, bucking your hips forward as his cock slips into you.

“Fuck! You’re so big.” You whisper, trying not to let the moans grow too loud.

“Look at you, so full. I can feel how tight you are, baby. Such a sinful girl, aren’t you?” He hums, as you press soft kisses to his pillow like lips. “Fuck, so good...fuck fuck fuck!” His words make your own walls clench around him excitement, sucking in his heated sex expertly.

“Jimin, please!” You rock into his body, as his hands stay put on the sides of your ass cheeks, guiding you to your orgasm.

“Yes, god, right there.” He closes his eyes, more exhausted than anything.

“Please, father, let me cum.” His eyes are darkened with lust. Under the dim lighting of the room, you can see him looking at you with dark, passionate eyes. The innocence which once possessed him is gone, replaced by a man with much more need and power..

“Only if you can hold out longer, I’m almost there, Sister.” After a couple more thrusts, you both reach the much-needed climax, your bodies covered in sweat and cum. “Such a bad nun, but such a good girl.” He kisses me again, before pulling off the condom and discarding it.

“Thanks. I needed that.” You smile, closing your eyes and drifting off. You do briefly awaken throughout the night, as Jimin retreats to his chambers.

The next morning is rough, as your body recovers from the much-needed exercise. You didn’t realize how much you missed sex until Jimin was 9 inches deep inside you, rutting his hips against yours in a sinful manner. It had been awhile since a man showed you how well his hips could move, excluding your asshole of a stepbrother. You manage to make through most of the day despite the soreness, but only one nun suspects you, or rather catches on.

“Who was it?” Sister Jen has a basket of bread looped around her arms, and she rests her other hand on her stomach.

“What?” You try to resume your business, sweeping the floors as thoroughly as possible.

“I’m a nun, not a child. I know these things, and also,” She trots in front of you, trying to be as secretive as possible. “You’ve been standing in the same place for five minutes.” You curse to yourself for being so careless.

“What do you think you know?” You’re curious to see if the nun is as bad as she makes herself out to be.

“You’re smiling a lot more today, and you have a slight limp in every step. Darling, there’s no reason for you to be happy if you’re on your cycle.” You sigh in relief, relieved to know she hasn’t got a clue as to what you and the Bishop did in the previous night.

“I’ll have you know that I actually have a lot of friends who are naturally in a good mood during their period.” You retort, playing along with her. Sister Jen snickers before running off to the kitchen, presumably to get more food. As you make your way further down the hall, you reach the preparation room, which is like a kitchen but it’s used for storing divine gifts. Normally, only the priests and nuns in a mass go into the room to retrieve items in case they are running low on any. You didn’t have a mass to attend today, as the church was closed down due to a financial situation. Apparently the head priests are going to make a deal with a rich businessman and keep the church up and running. That’s why everyone has been going crazy with the cleaning duties today.

You just hope the rich businessman might be a normal guy, a CEO looking for profits, or anyone who doesn’t want this place to fall into the wrong hands. You’ve grown to love it here, as all of the priests are young and new and learning everyday, the nuns treat you like family, and you met Jimin. You also know that Yoongi is a wise person despite being younger than most of the head priests in the area, and he wouldn’t allow it to happen. You pray that he negotiates with a good man, someone who loves church and God and all things good. You wish you were born into a normal family, as being the stepdaughter of a mafia leader has only gotten you into trouble thus far. His son treats you like a sex toy, his friends see you as a trophy. He is dead to you, and you hope that one day he becomes a better person. You realized it too late, though, and look where that’s gotten you, hiding amongst nuns pretending to be one and lying to everyone in the vicinity. You despise it, but you have to survive. You finally have a chance at a fresh start, as soon as the cops catch him, and send him to jail. In that case, you’d inherit all his money, since Hoseok would be caught as well.

It was never about the money in the first place, when you teamed up with the cops and decided to start working with them. You’d had enough of your evil stepfamily and all of the horrors that followed, even complaining to the policemen about it. You whined about Hoseok but they couldn’t arrest him, since you had no evidence, as your body was clean of any scratches or bruises. Then after you went home, your stepfather had revealed to you that he planted a mole at the police station and you were to go to Belgium with Hoseok as punishment and stay under his care. You were only 17, so you couldn’t live alone. Especially in a foreign country. So you ran to the police station and the officers offered you the easiest solution: go into hiding and don’t go out until the perpetrator has been caught.

That’s how you ended up in the Abbey, and how you eventually came to the church, since your father’s men almost found you and you had to relocate. Things should be calmer here, but there’s always something in the back of your mind that tells you that you’re not safe and they already know where you are, and that’s on your paranoia. You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, since you have Father Yoongi and the Reverend Mother on your side.

They are always monitoring things, always updating you. Sometimes, Father Yoongi even tells you how things are going back at the Abbey, and how the nuns miss you. Virtually, this is supposed to be the safest place in the world. That is, until a cold clammy hand makes its way to your mouth and you’re struggling as the person pulls you into the empty preparation room.

You bite him, and then you hear a familiar voice. “Ah, what was that for? It’s just me.” You turn around, recognizing those juicy lips in the dark lighting of the room.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I thought you were a mole. My stepdad is infamous for sending people out to drag me back to him.” Jimin notices how your breathing has gotten heavier, and how fear lingers in your voice. You bite your lip as he stares into your soul, seeing you as you are.

“I won’t let anyone take you away!” His voice gets a bit louder, startling you as you hear a door slamming outside.

“Go, Jimin. I think the rich guy is here,” He nods, but instead of turning around like you anticipated, he lifts you up and presses a sweet, warm kiss on your lips. Before he gets the chance to slip his tongue in, you rip yourself out of the embrace, breaking the kiss with haste. “We can continue this later.” You stare after him in awe, as he exits the room, waiting for his footsteps to disappear before sneaking out of the room to the dining room, where all of the nuns and priests are gathered to eat.

You catch a glimpse of Jimin’s hair, as he disappears into the chapel with Father Yoongi and a couple of men in suits. You assumed two of the three other men were his bodyguards, as rich people have many attempts on their lives nowadays. But something about the figure sends chills down your spine, when you catch the way his lips turn upright on his mouth, the curve, you know that curve.

“Excuse me.” You make your way to the bathroom, haunted by the replaying memories of Hoseok, as he used you for his pleasure. The same Hoseok who was seemingly nice when you first met, but later became a womanizer who would fuck anyone with a pair of tits and a pussy. He became a menace, someone you couldn’t stand to look at as he took your innocence and turned you into something disgusting. You couldn’t even look at a mirror for months because you were so disgusted. It took a lot of courage for you to look at him directly in the eyes again, but his sweet persona combined with his beastly sexual habits made for a fucking heaven in bed. That’s what you hated, the fact that you liked it, you liked the rough sex. You actually hadn’t been vanilla with anyone in over a year, as Hoseok had exposed you to BDSM and you stayed within that bubble. It was Jimin who broke down your walls yesterday and gave you amazing vanilla sex. You just wish you weren’t ruined. Maybe it would’ve been more enjoyable if Jimin was your first time.

“Y/N~” His voice sends shivers down your spine as you dry your hands, the memory slowly coming to life again as you dwell on the thoughts of him. “Come give your brother a hug,” You’re at a loss for words when it repeats, and instead of disappearing, the sound bounces around the bathroom. “I missed you, didn’t you miss me too?” You’re frozen, as he makes his way into the bathroom, and your suspicions are confirmed. It was Hoseok, who Yoongi was thinking about splitting the cash with. Filthy, dirty, Insectuous Jung Hoseok, who was your older brother. Step brother.

“No. You’re not real.” He grabs your hair, yanking it for proof. Okay, that hurt.

“Yes I am.” His voice comes out all sing-songy, as he looks at you with amused eyes. You hate how pleasing he is to your eyes, and how his voice sends shivers down your spine, and how your pussy throbs with excitement as he licks his lower lip.

“Please don’t tell dad. I don’t want to live with you, just leave me alone.” You close your eyes, sobbing silently and praying for him to go away so you wouldn’t be tempted anymore.

“Actually, I’m not working with dad. I’m here because the cops sent me, I’m gonna help you detain him.” Your eyes widen as you look at him through the mirror, looking for any signs of a lie. But he does look sad, genuinely.

“What?! But h-how? Didn’t you want to make me your sex slave in Belgium? Use me however you see fit?” He sighs, clutching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. You see lines on his forehead, and how he looks...remorseful.

“No, not really. I didn’t realize how badly I was treating you, until a girl down in London did the same thing to me. She used me for sex, and money, and I was so blindly in love with her that I didn’t realize-” He sighs again, and you catch his lips trembling as you look at him, facing forward to examine his flawless fatures again. This version of Hoseok was one you’d never encountered before. So vulnerable, so needy...exactly the type of guy you needed back when your parents married each other. “The point is, I didn’t come here to take you back. Dad has no idea, and I want to try to be a good person. So can you please forgive me?” You clutch the tap in front of you, resting on the entire sink as Hoseok waits for an answer.

“Maybe not fully, but right now, I’m pretty happy. There’s a priest here who isn’t a priest, and I slept with him yesterday, but I wasn’t fully satisfied...since he was all vanilla.” You can’t believe yourself for doing this, but since the opportunity presented itself, why not seize it by the horns?

“Oh, so you’ll forgive me better if I do a favor for ya?” You nod slightly, cocking your head to the side as Hoseok’s eyes have mischief in them. You recognize it from when you were just clueless teenagers, how experience shaped it all. 

“Not now, but maybe later. Are you staying overnight?” You ask, as he presses a couple buttons on his phone.

“Wasn’t planning on it, but it looks like I don’t have a choice now. Until next time, sister.” He tilts your chin upwards before smashing his lips against yours in a passionate manner, all of the pent up lust and frustration released within a matter of seconds. He picks you up and sets you down on the sink, so that your legs are wrapped around his hips and his arms are wrapped around your lower back for support. After kissing for a minute or so, he breaks the kiss, panting heavily and resting his forehead against yours.

“I missed you, and I’m sorry for being a jerk.” You hum in agreement, feeling light from all of the information. It was a bit overwhelming, the jerk brother that took your virginity is now trying to be a good guy and kissing you like he loved you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s in love with you, but Hoseok is the same as he always was, and he only realized his mistakes from the past, trying to make things more bearable for you.

The rest of the day goes by pretty slowly, as you anticipate an exciting night with your brother and your boyfriend/friend/Bishop. You haven’t talked to Jimin about it, but you have a feeling that he’ll be open to it. You grab his hand and guide him to Hoseok’s room.

“What’s…?” You smirk, making your way next to your stepbrother and patting the bed beside you.

“Jimin, meet Hoseok.” A smile plays on your lips as Jimin looks between the two of you in disbelief.

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[gothfoxx]

My Hero Academia, any pairing, prompt: A and B are tasked to work on undercover mission to infiltrate a gala. They have to act as a couple to go in.

My apologies this took so long, I couldn’t decide what pairing to use. Then I realized lol rarepair duh!

The Gala was apparently about raising money for underprivileged kids with weak or non-existent quirks. A noble cause for sure but as their agency found out it was a front for a black market, a black market for selling pre WW3 art. The invitation they were able get a hold of had been for a couple who had been arrested quietly for buying stolen paintings online earlier in the month. It was the only reason the hero’s found out about this Gala in the first place.

Hero Deku and hero Phantom Theif had been chosen for this mission in account that they were still new and their civilian identities were relatively unknown by the public. To get into character the young heroes had been living as the men they were going as, living in their apartment, ordering from the same restaurants, wearing the same brands. They even dyed their hair to match the couple’s.

On day 1 Neito had set some ground rules, it had sounded reasonable to Izuku until the other pulled a whiteboard from his bag with the rules already written in red ink.

No hugs or kisses unless it’s to save the cover

Clothes are changed in the bathroom only

There must be a pillow between us while sleeping

Only use pet names other than dear for emergencies

No talking about the weather

NO ROMCOMS

Izuku could understand the first three rules, even if the third would be hard since he was a snuggler. The fourth rule was smart if they needed to warn each other without alerting anyone who might be listening in. But the last two were just weird, the weather was off limits? What if a storm looked worrying? Did earthquake count as weather? There were so many questions.

On day 3 Izuku found out the reason for #6 when he came in to the living room to find Neito yelling at the tv where two actors were kissing on screen. “Why would you forgive that lying cheating bastard?! He slept with your mother and then said he was working late ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Izu turned around and went back to the bedroom. Next to #6 he added an exclamation point.

On day 5 Izuku woke up nice and warm with a solid weight against his chest and knew he messed up on rule#3. As gently as he could he unwrapped his arms from the other’s waist and scooted back to his side of the bed. He felt bad but he couldn’t help that over the years at U.A. he got used to clinging or being clung to during sleep overs. 1-A had gone through a lot of trauma together and sometimes safety was found in knowing that others were there. He just hoped it didn’t happen again.

It happened every morning after but Neito slept through the extraction every time.

on day 6 they had a close call when during their trip to the store down the street villains held the establishment at gunpoint. Without their gear and because they couldn’t blow their cover the heroes were useless to do anything but wait on the dirty floors. Izuku fidgeted and mumbled anxiously as the thugs paced the isles demanding money and valuables. One stopped next to them, “Shut him the fuck up before I blow his pretty head off!” Snarled the lady with goat eyes as she aimed her weapon at Izuku’s (currently) purple head of curls. Doing what he could, without pissing the villain off, Neito pulled Izuku’s shaking form on to his own lap. “It’s okay sweetie, I have you” he hushed, hoping the use of rules 1&4 would pull the other out of his panicked state. It kind of worked. Instead of trembling and whispering the purplenett buried his head into Neito’s shoulder, breathing through his nose heavily.

An hour later they were giving their statements to the police, Izuku still clinging onto Neito like a lifeline.

On the morning before the Gala, or day 9, Neito woke up first. Something had tickled his nose and the sensation pulled him from sleep. Tucked under his chin was a mess of bedraggled purple curls, the owner of which was snoozing peacefully on Neito’s chest like he belonged there. And if his heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing this every morning? No one would have to know. So after adjusting his position so that his partner’s hair was no longer in the way he drifted off to sleep.

Later in the day while Izuku was reading on the couch a weight leaned against him and the two would wordlessly tangle themselves so they both could read the scientific journal in comfort. If they spent the day like that no one would be the wiser and they didn’t have to tell. Dinner that night was homemade for the first time since the mission started, Neito was impressed by Izuku’s prowess in the kitchen. “Thank you for dinner dear, it is lovely.” He complemented with a tender smile that made the purplenett turn into a red flustered mess of flailing limbs. Neito wondered if green would look as pretty with that shade. “It’s nothing special! I cook all the time! I can cook for you again if you want!” Oooh, now they both were red messes.

They agreed to getting together after the mission, Izuku making dinner and Neito making dessert.

The evening of the Gala had them rushing around the apartment getting ready for the support team to bring them their gear. They still hadn’t gotten ready for by the time the knock came, “fuck-COME IN” Izuku calls throwing the last of the takeout containers into the trash. He could never live down the shame of having guests over to a disorderly house, even if they weren’t exactly guests and this wasn’t his home. The team let’s themselves in as he rushed into the bedroom, “Sorry about the mess!” Is all they heard as the door closed behind the purple blur.

On the bed were their complimentary tuxes set out in meticulous order. Seeing them out reminds Izuku that as soon as Neito is done in the shower he’d have to jump in. Trying to save time Izu whipped off his shirt and pj pants and tossed them into his laundry basket. Just as he realized that maybe he should have left his pants on the bathroom door opened and for the first time in Izuku’s life his brain stopped running a mile a minute. Steam rolled out, gaining a heavenly glow from the soft yellow on the light fixtures. The figure standing in the holy light was striking with a waxed chest, chiseled abs, and a trail of soft blond hair leading to his- “Deku shut up! Good lord, this is why we have rule two!” And that’s how Izuku learned that mumbles out loud even with his brain powered down and mouth worryingly dry. “You broke it too!” He shot back covering his eyes and turning to face a wall to avoid more awkwardness.

The team apparently heard everything because when Neito headed to the living room to get his under armor and ear piece they were all giggling. Taking the towel he was using to dry his baby blue dyed hair and flinging it over a chair he set them with a hard glare. “If you have time to be making fun of us then you have time to be working, let’s get to this.” He gritted out walking to the closest support member. They all shut up after that and helped him suit up. By the time he was done Izuku had joined them and was finding it hard to meet anyone’s eyes. With gear taken care of the team left them and headed back to HQ near the Gala.

“Can you stop acting like the world is ending because you had a Chargebolt moment? I’m a underground 18+ hero, it’s not the first time someone accidentally said something about how I look.” Neito sighs, he didn’t like the way it felt like Izuku wanted to run from him. They had to act like a couple for just a few more hours dang it, all this would be for nothing if they were awkward together now! “Though no one has called me a angel before, usually it’s unsavory or outright foul descriptions. It was nice, so please don’t feel so bad. It’s fine.” He reassures, it’s then he notes the disaster that is supposed to be a tie around his partner’s neck. “Dear come here and let me fix that for you.” He beckons.

Instead of walking over Izuku freezes up and looks at Neito with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. Before he could ask what was wrong though Izu asked with a watery voice, “People say things about you juss because you are an 18+ hero? That’s h-horrible! Have you reporded ‘em? D-do I need to punch ‘em for you!”. And that was probably the sweetest thing anyone outside of 1-B had ever said to him. He stepped closer and wiped Izuku’s tears away and started to fix the poor tie. “It’s not anymore we work with dear, it’s just so scummy thugs and those media hounds that did the same to Midnight. But you’ll be the first to know if I need someone punched.” The tie was one correctly now and the pinched look was gone from his partner’s face, the tears still threatened to spill over but that would be okay by the time they got to the Gala. “Let’s go be heroes.”

The raid on the Gala went textbook with only a few injuries on the heroes’ side. Dozens of pre WW3 art and documents were recovered. Their agency was praised for its efforts and for not losing any of the criminals or items. Their agency in return gave them time to readjust to living at home before they would be put back on patrol. It was customary for those who have gone undercover even for a small mission like theirs.

“Dinner was amazing! I’m so glad we agreed to do this.” Neito gushed, sipping the glass of wine he was holding. They were on the coach, watching a home improvement show with a team that specializes in apartment living, curled up in a loose bundle of warm clothes and limbs. “I’m glad too, that pie you made was so good! I could just gobble it all up!” Izuku laughs. He was going to miss this, heck he missed Neito for the last two day. Living alone hadn’t been this hard before even after high school when he went from sharing space with 20 people to 0. It was weird that you could become so used to someone being in your life so fast. It’s not like they coul-

“My lease is up in a few months. Would you maybe want to look for a place with me? S-so we can split the rent for a nice p-place. I mean the places near the agency are expensive for one person but if there’s two of us then it won’t be so bad an-“ Izuku started to rant before he was silenced by Neito putting a finger against his lips. “Yes. I’d love to share a place with you” he assures. “But we have to get a softer bed, theirs was so hard.” He adds with a seductive smirk. Well he was right, green was a cute color for that shade of red.

Rule #5 is because awkward small talk is the worst and Neito would rather sit in silence than try and force a conversation.

#foxx writes #monodeku #monoizu #mha midoriya #mha monoma #grown up Midoriya #midoriya izuku #monoma neito #ineedspellcheck #grown up monoma

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AM Conversations : chapter 45

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

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-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k // 4.4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 45 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I felt myself waking up slowly but kept my eyes closed. My lips curled slightly when I heard my boyfriend’s voice from the shower and I forced myself to open my eyes. I sat up in bed and stretched but when I pushed the covers off of me, I felt a shiver run up my spine despite the fact that it was the end of june and that it was most likely very warm outside. I put my feet off the bed and moved my toes on the carpet before breathing in and getting up. The door was ajar and the closer I got, the better I could hear Niall sing. I pushed on the door slightly and leaned against the door frame, listening to his voice as the steam hit my skin and warmed me.

I had never felt so happy in my entire life with someone and even after all these months, I could barely believe we were dating. I crossed my arms on my chest and leaned my head on the frame too, staring at my boyfriend singing and dancing in the shower. After a while he turned to me and saw me staring at him. He smiled back and made a quick head movement but I shook my head slightly. He rolled his eyes with a smile and opened the glass door. His hair was full of foam and he looked cuter than ever, making me nibble on my bottom lip despite myself.

“Please?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and making me roll my eyes.

I took a few steps closer, letting my arms fall on each side of my body, and his lips curled more at my sight. When he was finally able to reach me, he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me his way, making me chuckle.

“No no, I took a shower last night remember?”

He smirked and raised his eyebrows at me, not letting go. “And then I fucked your brains out, remember?” he replied in a smartass tone. “Come on, you smell like good sex and sweat.”

I laughed at his words and let him pull me with him. He closed the door behind me and I held my breath as the warm water fell on me and soaked my shirt and panties. Niall smiled more and quickly moved his head back right under the stream to rinse his hair. I stared at his naked body as he closed his eyes, running his hand through his hair to make sure all the soap was gone.

Without thinking, I ran my hands on his wet chest and quickly, he moved his head up again and opened his eyes, bending down to reach my smile with his. The kiss was gentle and soft and I felt water drops fall from his hair to my cheek. A wave of well-being washed over me and I pressed my hands more on his chest.

“What were you singing?” I asked, tilting my chin up.

“Something I wrote. I’ll sing it to you when it’s done.”

I smiled and licked my lips, staring at him some more. I felt like Niall hadn’t written anything in months and I knew he was missing it. I loved watching and listening to him when he was playing guitar, or when he was sitting in front of the piano, but it hadn’t happened much until very recently. He was not the type to share and I respected that, but I was curious and interested in everything that made him happy.

“Happy Birthday petal.” he whispered against my mouth. “How does it feel to date a younger man like me?”

I laughed against his mouth and felt his lips curl against mine.

“Feels amazing.” I admitted, still amused. “Better than yesterday, for sure.”

“But not as good as tomorrow, yea, I know.”

I laughed more and felt his hands slip under my drenched shirt, reaching under my breasts slowly. I bit my bottom lip as he stared at me before kissing me again but deeper this time. I could feel my whole body throb until his thumbs brushed under my breasts. I quickly held my breath again, my heartbeats accelerating, but he just slid his hands back down to my waist.

“Mm, come on darling, take a shower, i’ll go prepare something while you do.”

“Nooo!” I complained when he took a step back. “You can’t turn me on and then leave me here alone.”

He laughed and shook his head, pushing the glass door of the shower again and getting out.

“Such a horny girl.” he just let out, clearly amused by my behavior.

I sent him puppy eyes but he just shook his head and closed the door, trapping me in the shower before blowing me a kiss and leaving.

I grimaced but decided to wash my hair and body quickly after getting undressed and when I finally got out of the shower, I grabbed a fluffy towel only to realize it was warm and I quickly wrapped it around me.

“Thanks for putting it in the dryer.” I let out with a smile when I walked back into our bedroom. “You’re perfect.”

He had put sweatpants and a t-shirt back on and I stared at his back as I tried to find a similar outfit in one of his drawers. With a sigh, I took my towel off and dressed up before rubbing the towel in my hair to dry it more. After a few minutes, he turned around and sent me a fond smile and I smiled back until he handed me something.

“This is one of your gifts.” He explained, holding out a box about as large as a book, wrapped in silver and pink paper. “The personal one.”

I felt my heart skip a few beats inside my chest and smiled as big as possible, pressing my lips together. These were the gifts coming from Niall that I preferred. Of course, I enjoyed the trips, the spa days, the jewels and the activities he gave but the gifts with a meaning meant a million times more and Niall always knew exactly what would make me happy. He gave me things I didn’t even know I needed before.

I licked my lips and grabbed it, unwrapping it very slowly as he stared at my fingers. I let the paper fall on the floor when I noticed an old picture of us in a frame. It was the one I told him to bring on his trip and my lips curled more but i noticed something at the bottom and frowned, moving the frame up to have a better look. My lips parted when I noticed what it was and I looked up in his eyes. It was a card that was part of a game Lottie had brought at the lodge. I remembered picking up that card from the “Kiss & Tell” game before rushing to the bathroom and locking myself in it. I hadn’t told anyone what was on the card except Niall. We had been laying in the dark and I had showing him right before telling him it was him I wanted to kiss, but I didn’t have the guts to. I looked down again at the card and read the words. “Kiss the person you love the most in the room.”

“I kept it and I didn’t know why. It was in my wallet all this time. I remember wondering how I would have felt if you had kissed me instead of Harry after picking up that card, you know?” he shrugged and looked down at it. “That night you said you loved me more than anyone else in the world and I said I did too. I didn’t understand back then why it was so important for me but now I do.”

He took a step closer and brought his hands to my waist, waiting until I looked up in his eyes again.

“When we fought a few months ago after my trip, I left you here to get drunk. We both went to bed mad, or at least not on good terms, and I realized how wrong it was. I want to keep this frame in our room, right next to the bed, so every time we fight or argue, we always work things out here before falling asleep. I will always kiss the person I love the most right before I fall asleep. Every single night. I promise.”

I felt myself tear up and swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t talk, I knew that my voice would crack, and without thinking, I crushed my mouth against his, It hurt slightly but he didn’t say anything. He just pulled me closer and deepened the kiss. He tasted so fucking good and I felt tears fall down my face as we kept on kissing for I don’t know how long. When he pulled away, I kept my eyes closed and brushed my lips against his.

“When you said you were romantic I thought you were the type, you know, to give flowers and stuff.”

He laughed and moved his upper body back to look in my eyes.

“There’s a bouquet waiting for you int he kitchen.”

This time, i’m the one who laughed. I turned around and put the frame next to the bed on the small table and sighed as I looked at our younger faces on the picture. I wanted this house to be full of pictures of us, whether they were recent or old.

“Come, let’s go bake that cake of yours.”

I turned back to him with a frown and tilted my head.

“I gotta bake my own birthday cake?”

He laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him until the kitchen and I noticed all the ingredients already out along with a big bouquets of white and purple lilacs placed in the middle of the table.

“The florist said it looked ridiculous and tried to convince me to add other flowers but I knew that’s what you wanted.” he pointed out. “Just in case though, there’s also a bouquet of roses in the living room.”

I smiled more and chuckled, loving the fact that he knew me so well, and took a step closer to him to kiss his lips.

“Aaaand maybe a few tulips next to the piano.” he grimaced before I brushed my lips on his jaw.

“How are you so perfect?”

He searched for my mouth with his and kissed me deeply again. I was not even surprised that his kisses still made butterflies hit the inside of my stomach, even after so many months. I knew it would always be like that.

“Okay, come on now, let’s bake that cake yea?” he said a little louder, getting out of my embrace and turning around to go grab the flour. “We got up late and we have a busy evening and an even busier night!”

“Niall, I said I didn’t want anything big.” I complained with a grimace, letting my head fall back on my shoulders.

“I promise on my life you’re gonna have fun! It’s just a few hours with our friends, and then i’m bringing you somewhere else just the two of us.”

I wanted to be annoyed but the truth was, I was touched and very very curious. I walked up to him as he was cracking an egg, letting it fall in a bowl and I sighed low of happiness.

“Thank you, Niall.”

He turned his head quickly to peck my lips with a light sound and I chuckled.

“Come on, read the recipe out loud will you?”

Quickly, we made the cake mix and ended up having a bit more difficulty working on the icing. I ended up a bit annoyed and searched through his fridge, taking the cream cheese out and putting it on the counter.

“We’ll just prepare the easiest icing ever and pretend we’re amazing bakers, how’s that?”

He laughed and we started working on it in silence right after putting the mix in the oven.

“Just a bit of milk.” I specified. “Do you have vanilla?”

I watched him combine everything in a bowl as I nibbled my bottom lip and added icing sugar slowly to the mix.

“You know, we’re actually a good team.” I pointed out.

I watched him dip his finger in the icing and sticking his tongue out to get a taste.

“Heyy, what about me?” I frowned jokingly before he dipped an other finger in it and wiped the icing on my cheek, making me groan.

“Come here.”

He pulled me closer and licked my cheek, making a shiver run up my spine at the contact of his tongue with my skin.

“You’re right, it tastes amazing, we’re a good team.” he admitted low. “Not just for baking.”

He took the icing again, taking more of it with his finger and putting it on my neck. I held my breath as his tongue ran on my skin and quivered again in his arms.

“I just took a shower, remember?”

“Oh shut up.” he let out, making me laugh, as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

“Can I get a taste, too?”

Without answering, he brought his lips against mine and kissed me deeply but very slowly.  I closed my eyes, running my hand in his hair and letting a moan escape my lips. He swallowed it and I felt his fingers slip slightly under my shirt, on the skin of my back. I laughed against his mouth when he broke the kiss and shook my head.

“I meant you know, really taste.”

“Mmhm.” he shrugged, pulling away and taking the icing bowl. “I know that’s what you meant, but you can’t taste your cake before tonight.”

“But-”

“Don’t argue!” he cut me with a smirk. “Go in the living room, i’ll join you, okay?”

I groaned and let my feet rub on the wood floor in an annoying noise as a sign of protestation. It’s only when I reached the living room that my lips curled back again. There was a literal fort made with blankets and cushions and I let out a chuckle of amazement.

“Niall?” I asked loud enough for him to hear.

“Sit down! I’m coming!”

I chuckled and got on my knees, pushing the blanket that acted as a door only to sit on the tiny mattress. I couldn’t believe he had taken the time to make a fort in his own living room and I started wondering how long it took him to plan that. He had placed his tablet on the side and when he joined me, I frowned slightly.

“Why did you bring this?” I asked, pointing it right before a smile reappeared on my face.

He handed me a bowl of ice cream and I started jumping slightly on my ass while still sitting.

“Don’t move too much, it’s not that solid.” he laughed a bit. “I thought we could watch a movie together?”

I sent him a fond smile and tilted my head again before nodding very slowly.

“Great! So I bought your favorite ice cream but added candies, chocolate syrup and caramel, the way you like it.”

“Thank you, Nee.” I let out as he sat in front of me. I moved my upper body closer to kiss him. “Thank you so fucking much.” I kissed him again. “Thank you.” Again. “Thank you.” And again.

“You also get to pick the movie.” he let out with a smile, kissing me back. “We’ll watch anything you want. It’s your day.”

I sat back and looked at him with a smirk, raising my eyebrows as his face changed.

“Now you’re scaring me.” he admitted as I laughed, grabbing his tablet. “Wait what are you doing? Isn’t the movie you want to watch on netflix?”

I held his tablet against me and raised my eyebrows at him again.

“Do you promise we’ll watch whatever I want?”

It took him a few seconds but he finally nodded.

“I promise.”

                                                     —

The bar was loud and crowed but we quickly found our friends waiting for us, sitting a bit further with beer and sangria pitchers. I smiled more, a bit excited, and everyone greeted us, telling me ‘happy birthday’ for the first time in person on that day. Louis was the last one and he got up to wrap his arms around me before I hugged him back.

“Happy birthday princess.” he whispered after kissing one of my cheeks and pulling me closer. “I hope your day is perfect, that’s what you deserve.”

I laughed when we pulled away and bit on my bottom lip.

“It is, I have the perfect boyfriend and he made this day perfect.”

We sat down and I felt Niall’s hand slide on my thigh. I quickly put my hand over his and intertwined our fingers, squeezing them hard.

“What did she make you watch?” Louis asked with a smirk. “Back To The Future again?”

Niall’s smile fell and he rolled his eyes, making Louis laugh.

“Which one?”

“Louis, don’t even ask.” Niall argued, shaking his head and making me smile more.

“We didn’t watch Back To The Future.” I pointed out, leaning on the table to get closer to Louis. “I made him watch This Is Us.”

Louis’ eyes moved from me to Niall then back at me and finally on Niall before he burst into laughter, making Niall growl next to me. I squeezed his fingers tighter but I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my face.

“How was it, Neil? To watch a movie with you in it with your girlfriend by your side?” Louis teased.

Niall raised his eyebrows and nose up as he leaned one of his elbow on the table, staring in his friend’s eyes.

“The worst was actually looking at you for an hour and a half, Tommo.”

Louis laughed again and shrugged.

“Guess you’re cursed, mate, because here I am again!”

I laughed and rolled my eyes at their banter until Louis grabbed a glass and poured me sangria. Niall did the same for himself with beer and he finally sighed, the left corner of his lips raising up.

“You know, I can’t really blame her though.” Niall joked. “The girl enjoys looking at me, I just give her what she needs.”

“Oh shut up.” I let out, making him laugh more. “Now what’s so special about tonight? Why are we here anyway?”

I glanced around before meeting Louis’ eyes and he smirked, raising his eyebrows. I didn’t like it and frowned, suddenly a bit scared of what was to come. Julie chuckled and it caught my attention, making me look at her.

“It’s karaoke night.” she explained with a sigh but also a smile on her lips. “And apparently, we’re all going to sing.”

I felt suddenly extremely nervous and without realizing it, I squeezed my boyfriend’s fingers hard between mine.

“Ouch, darling, watch the fingers, they’re important.” he chuckled. “For music and for… you know.. pleasure.”

“Niall.” I whispered, looking down at our hands together. “You know I hate being on a scene. I don’t like attention.”

“You did it a few years ago and you had fun.”

I sent him an annoyed look and sighed, raising my nose up in a grimace. He was right, I had sang a song a while ago at a karaoke night and we always had a lot of fun doing those in someone’s living room, but in public it was a bit different. I was already a bit shy around my friends, so to think i would do it in front of a bunch of strangers made it even worse.

“Here.” Louis let out, pushing the sangria pitcher closer. “Drink up. I’ll go first.”

I swallowed the whole glass in front of me and filled it out again as I watched Louis get on stage and grab a microphone.

“Here’s one of the best written songs in the whole world.” he only explained as the music started.

I held my breath and smiled when I recognized the oasis song and mouthed it with him.

“So Sally can wait, she knows it’s too late as she’s walking on by My soul slides away, but don’t look back in anger I heard you say.”

When he was done and the music stopped, we all got up and started clapping. Liam even whistled loud and I let out a ‘woohoo!“ when he got off stage. He hugged me and bent down to whisper in my ear.

“Do it now, it’s worth it.”

I quickly nodded and he moved away. He extended his hand and I slapped in it before bumping my fist against his.

“Come on, you can do it.” he added as I sent him a smile.

I turned to Niall and I smiled without thinking. I watched him push his glasses on his nose and a bunch of memories of us came back to my mind. I felt so lucky to have him in my life and I chuckled.

“Just for you.”

I didn’t wait for his answer and ran up the stairs as a guy walked up to me to ask me which song I wanted to sing. I told him and he chuckled before nodding and finally left after handing me the microphone.

“I dedicate this to my best friend in the whole wide world.”

The first notes started and I kept my gaze on Niall and when I started singing, I saw him start laughing hard, his mouth wide open. He let his head fall back and clapped in his hands a few times to encourage me.

“Right from the start, couldn’t pull us apart, it just works Nobody else ever gets me as well on this earth Like rock and roll, Marshall’s and telly’s Mac and cheese, PB’s and jellies Some things are better together, and that’s you and me-e

Dude, I love you, bro, I love you Man, I love you You’re my brother from another, 'nother mother You are my favorite, I’m not ashamed to admit Cause I do, dude, I do Dude, I love you, bro, I love you Man, I love you You’re my homie, no one knows me like you know me Like the sun and the moon, all the best things comes in two What would I do without a friend like you?

W-w-w-w-what would I do? Without a friend like you W-w-w-w-what would I do? Without a friend like you?”

I smiled as I sang when I noticed all my friends were standing up and dancing together and when the song stopped, I bowed down quickly and ran back to my friends without really giving them any attention. Niall bent down slightly, his arms open, and I ran to him.. He picked me up for a few seconds and put me back down before kissing me hard, laughing against my lips.

“Good song. Thank you.” he whispered, pulling away. “Now listen to mine, yea?”

I nodded and he grabbed my hand before walking to the stage. When he was far enough, my hand slipped out of his and I just stared at him as he grabbed the microphone. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, making my heart melt in my chest. I sat down but remained on the edge of my chair as he talked.

“For the love of my life.”

It took me literally one note to recognize the song and I held my breath as I felt myself tense. I tried to remember all the words of the song and something twisted in my stomach.

“You’re a falling star, you’re the get away car You’re the line in the sand when I go too far You’re the swimming pool on an August day And you’re the perfect thing to see

And you play it coy, but it’s kinda cute Oh, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do Baby, don’t pretend that you don’t know it’s true 'Cause you can see it when I look at you

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times It’s you, it’s you; you make me sing You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything”

I don’t know why but slowly, I got up and walked closer to the scene as we stared at each other. Was it possible for this love story to last forever? Could this love we felt for each other never fade away or die?

“You’re a carousel, you’re a wishing well And you light me up when you ring my bell You’re a mystery, you’re from outer space You’re my every minute of my everyday

And I can’t believe, uh, that I’m your man And I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can Whatever comes our way, oh, we’ll see it through And you know that’s what our love can do

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times It’s you, it’s you; you make me sing You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times It’s you, it’s you; you make me sing You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything You’re every song, and I sing along Cause you’re my everything Yeah, yeah

So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la So, la, la, la, la, la, la-la-la, la-la-la”

I didn’t scream when he was done but I heard all our friends do it. He jumped off the stage and cupped my face the way he had done it after playing the song he had written for me and when his wet lips met mine, my eyes fluttered close.

“It’s been six moths but I love you as much as I did back then, maybe even more.” he whispered, kissing me deeply again. “Definitely more.”

“Thank you, Niall.” I breathed out, swallowing hard as I felt myself tear up for the second time that day. “This day is perfect.”

“This day is not over.” he added, smiling more, the palms of his hands warming my already burning cheeks. “Happy birthday Olivia, I love you.”

#niall horan #niall horan smut #niall horan fluff #niall horan story #niall horan writing #niall horan fanfic #niall horan fan fic #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan fan fiction #my fanfics #amc #im always super unsure of my chapters but oh well f it #thats it i hope you like it

[heauxplesslydevoted]

“I Love You.” (Ethan x F!MC)

Summary: The moment Ethan realizes he’s in love with Naomi. Fluff. Pure unadulterated fluff.

Word Count: 2K+

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Ethan knows he’s in love with Naomi on his 37th birthday. They’ve been together for 4 months, and he’s obviously attracted to her and he cares deeply for the younger woman, but the revelation hits him like a ton of bricks on that fateful January night.

It starts like any other day, he’s at Edenbrook, hiding out in his office, trying to not get hounded by overzealous interns when Naomi quietly slips in. “Hey, handsome. Whatcha working on?”

“Finishing up a patient chart,” Ethan responds absentmindedly. He looks up and sees Naomi in her regular clothes, jeans and a bright yellow sweater. She looks like she was personally bathed in the sun’s warm light, and the sight of her instantly puts a smile on his face. He watches as she shuts the door behind her and locks it. “You leaving?”

“Yes. My shift ended 20 minutes ago.”

“That’s too bad. I have 6 hours left on mine.”

Naomi walks over to Ethan and pulls his leather chair out from behind his desk. She sits in his lap, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Ethan greets back. He buries his face in the crook of her neck. Her skin is damp, her hair is slightly curly, and she smells faintly of vanilla and raspberries. He surmised that she just took a shower in the locker room at the end of her shift. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I never see you anymore.”

“We work opposite schedules.”

“And whose fault is that,” Naomi asks rhetorically, running a hand through Ethan’s hair. “You’re the boss, you should be able to make the schedule.” Ethan grumbles, but doesn’t give a coherent response. “So, I have a question for you Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan places a kiss at the junction where her neck and shoulder meet. “Ask away, Dr. Valentine.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that it’s your birthday?” Naomi asks.

The older doctor freezes at the question. Fuck. “Who told you?”

“Naveen. He asked me if we had any plans for the evening, and I said no. Now don’t deflect, and answer my question.

“You’re so bossy,” Ethan murmurs into her skin. “I didn’t tell you because I don’t make a big deal out of my birthday. It’s just any other day.”

“No it’s not!” Naomi argues. “It’s the day you were born, it’s a very special day. You’re 37. How does it feel?”

“It feels like any other day,” Ethan replies honestly. “I feel no different than I felt yesterday.”

“If you would’ve told me, I could have at least taken you out to dinner.”

“You’re a second year resident, please save your salary for something better.”

Naomi rolls her eyes. “This second year resident is part of your highly respected diagnostics team. The same resident who saved Dr. Naveen Banerji’s life. My salary is looking mighty fine, thank you very much,” she teases. “At least let me buy you a gift.”

“I don’t want…” the words falter as he notices the younger woman staring at him. Her warm brown eyes are piercing right back into his, and his argument immediately dies in his throat. He realizes that he’s going to have to compromise somewhere. “Fine, you can buy me a gift.”

“Thank you. Okay, now I have one more question for you.”

“Yes.”

“Can I borrow your house key? I left my laptop at your place, and I can’t wait 6 hours to get it.” Ethan digs into his pocket and pulls out his keys. After a bit of fiddling with the key chain, he takes the key to his condo and places it in Naomi’s open palm. “Thank you. I’ll leave it under your welcome mat.”

“I won’t be seeing you tonight?”

“No. I promised Sienna that I’d stop flaking on her and we’d go out. Had I known about your birthday a few days ago, you would’ve had my full, undivided attention. Who knows, I could have greeted you at your front door, naked.”

Ethan groans at her words. “Such a tease.”

Naomi places a chaste kiss onto Ethan’s cheek and gets out of his lap. “Call me when you get off from work, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Do good work, Dr. Ramsey. Save some lives!”

“Always!” He calls out as she’s rushing out the door.

~~/~~

When Ethan finally makes it home later that evening, the first thing he notices is the smell. The air smells distinctly like fire and panic rises in his chest. “Jenner? Jenner, where are you boy?”

The dog barks excitedly at the sound of his owner’s voice. Ethan follows the sound to his kitchen and finds Jenner curled up on the floor with Naomi. He gets down on the floor with Naomi. “Naomi? What are you doing here?”

“Ethan?” Naomi jerks up and runs a hand through her curly hair, as if she’s trying to make herself look presentable. “Ethan, what are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“You were supposed to call me when you were on your way home!”

“I’m sorry, I forgot. What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be going out with Sienna?”

Naomi shakes her head. “No, that was something I made up in order to throw you off my scent. I’ve been running around, trying to set up this surprise for you, but nothing is going right.”

That’s when Ethan looks around and notices everything is in disarray. His kitchen is a complete disaster, dishes filling his sink and flowing onto the counter, there’s a bag of unopened party supplies, and one really big blue Mylar balloon shaped like the number 3. “What’s wrong?”

“I got you a cake,” Naomi starts, “but I didn’t have time to custom order one, so I picked up a regular chocolate cake from the grocery store and I asked the baker to write, ‘Happy Birthday Ethan’ on it, but she wrote, ‘Happy Birthday Ian’. I didn’t notice until I put the cake in my car, after I paid. And then I got you some balloons, a 3 and a 7, but on my way into the building, I lost my grip on the 7 and it flew away.” Ethan notices her lip trembling, like she’s going to cry at any moment. “And I was trying to make a lasagna for you because I know it’s your favorite, but I burned it and nearly set the kitchen on fire.”

“It’s my karma for ignoring your wishes,” Naomi continues. “You said you didn’t want to celebrate, and I didn’t listen. I know you said you don’t care, but I care. I’m big on birthday celebrations, and I couldn’t let the day pass without acknowledging that—“

Ethan cradles Naomi’s face in his hands and pulls her in for a kiss. Naomi tenses, unsure of what to do. She’s covered in tomato sauce and crying on her boyfriend’s kitchen floor, this is not the time for kissing. Why is he kissing her?

The thoughts quickly dissipate as she feels Ethan’s tongue slide into her mouth and she moans into the kiss. She decides to stop questioning it and just be in the moment with him.

One of his hands leaves her face and travels to her lower back, pulling her in closer. Naomi obliges and at this point she’s practically straddling his lap. The kiss continues to heat up until Naomi breaks away, gasping for air. Now is not the time for kissing, not when she’s in the middle of her temper tantrum.

“What was that kiss for?” She asks.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ethan says. He tugs on a piece of her curly dark hair, knowing he can get away with it in the heat of the moment.

“Ethan, I don’t need you lying and blowing air up my ass because I’m upset. I’m a mess right now.”

She’s wearing an old college shirt of his and a pair of his boxers because lord knows she wasn’t going to cook red sauce while wearing her very expensive cashmere sweater. Her hands smell faintly of garlic, her curly hair is being loosely held up with the assistance of a single hair tie and bandana, and her face is all splotchy because of the crying. The complete opposite of beautiful.

“I’m serious. You’re the most beautiful woman I know.”

“Even when I’m having meltdowns?”

“Even then Rookie,” Ethan confirms. 

“And I’m sorry about all of this, obviously I’ll clean it all up.”

“Don’t even worry about the mess right now. But thank you for trying to do something special for my birthday. It was a very sweet gesture. I love it.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.”

Ethan looks Naomi up and down and sighs contently. “I love you.”

Her head snaps up at the three words and her eyes go wide like saucers. “W-What?”

“I love you,” Ethan repeats firmly. “I’m in love with you.” The realization hits him like a ton of bricks. His feelings for the young doctor had been stewing for a long time, back before the idea of a relationship with her even entered his mind. It had been a gradual build, ever since that fateful night she stayed with him in the NICU to watch over Baby Ethan, but now, seeing her on his kitchen floor, freaking out over not being able to give him a good birthday surprise, Ethan knows without a shadow of a doubt that he is in love and Naomi Valentine is the love of his life. She has his entire heart and soul, and the power to do anything with them. It scares the absolute shit out of him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course.”

Naomi doesn’t say anything in reply, instead she just wraps her arms around Ethan and kisses him again. It’s a lot sloppier than their previous kiss, lots of teeth and not nearly enough finesse, but Naomi doesn’t care. She just wants to be close to Ethan.

“I love you too,” Naomi confesses after pulling away.

Ethan couldn’t be happier at this moment even if he tried. It feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest. He smiles so wide, he fears his face might split in two. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.” Naomi notices the edge, the gruffness in his voice as he all but barks the order at her, and she happily obliges.

“I love you, Ethan Jonah Ram—eep!” Naomi can’t contain the obnoxious squeal that tumbles from her lips as Ethan attacks her neck with kisses. “I should go get dressed.”

“Why?”

“Because, I ruined dinner.” Her head lulls to the side, giving Ethan more access to her neck, which he greedily accepts. His teeth sink into the soft flesh, but he quickly soothes the bite mark with his tongue. “I can’t serve you that charred lasagna in good conscience, so I should take you out.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You’ve been at the hospital all day, I’m sure you’re starving.”

Ethan’s hands travel underneath her (his) shirt and settle at her rib cage. “Sure. But it’s not food that I want right now.”

Naomi gasps in mock surprise. “Dr. Ramsey, you’ve become insatiable in your old age.”

“True, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Ethan removes his face from her crook of her neck and buried his head in her hair. “I was told that my birthday would be celebrated with a naked greeting at the front door.”

Naomi shakes her head. “That’s for good boys who don’t keep their birthdays a secret from their girlfriends. You haven’t been a good boy.” Ethan abruptly stands, pulling Naomi up with him. Without warning, he hooks his arms around the backs of her knees and lifts her up, tossing her over his shoulder. “Ethan! What are you doing?”

“You say I’ve been a bad boy, so you’re going to punish me.”

Naomi giggles as Ethan carries her to his bedroom. “You don’t get to call the shots, mister.”

Ethan gently drops Naomi onto his bed. He watches as she instantly melds into his luxurious mattress. “I’m the birthday boy, what I say goes.”

“Hey? Guess what?”

“What?”

“I love you.”

The gentleness in her voice is a juxtaposition to what’s about to inevitably take place and it catches him off guard, but Ethan recovers quickly. “I love you more, cara mia.”

This wasn’t how he expected the day to go, but Ethan can say without a doubt that it’s the best birthday he’s ever had.

#choices: stories you play #playchoices #choices: open heart #open heart #dr. ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #choices

[btsqualityy]

Immersion

Taehyung x Reader Imagine

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving)

Author’s Note: Happy Birthday to one of the most sweetest, caring, and talented people in the world (along with the rest of Bangtan lol), Kim Taehyung!

You opened the lid of the jewelry box and gently picked up the silver hair comb. You then moved back over towards your best friend, Ji-yoo, and gently pushed the tails of the comb into her perfectly molded bun.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” Ji-yoo smiled as she looked at you through the reflection in the mirror. You set yours hands on her shoulders and leaned towards her so that your cheek was up against hers.

“No need to thank me Ji,” you said. “I can’t believe you and Min Jun are finally tying the knot.”

“Yeah, it only took him six years to propose,” she muttered, making you giggle. You patted her shoulders once before stepping away to grab both of your bouquets. Ji-yoo stepped away from the mirror and met you halfway as you held her bouquet out to her.

“Are you sure you’re alright with him coming today?” Ji-yoo asked and you froze. The ‘him’ that she was referring to was your ex-boyfriend, Taehyung. You two had met a few years ago at a Christmas party that Ji-yoo and Min Jun had thrown. Your relationship had been great, amazing even, but with him being an idol, there was always too little time and too little attention.

“Yeah. It’s completely fine,” you shrugged, looking down and picking at the banding on your bouquet.

“Y/N,” Ji-yoo called and you looked back up at her to see her arching her eyebrow. “It’s ok if you’re not. It hasn’t even been six months since the breakup and-”

“Ji-yoo,” you shook your head, stopping her head. “Today isn’t about me, or Taehyung. It’s about you and Min Jun and that’s all that matters. Ok?” She nodded reluctantly and you slapped an insincere smile on your face to make her feel better. 

“Let’s go get you married, yeah?” You grinned and she copied you, nodding excitedly before you both walked out of the room.

.............

The instrumental music began to play, the sound of violins and pianos filling the small room. The double doors in front of you opened and you glanced back at Ji-yoo one last time, giving her a small wink before turning back to face front. You began to step in time to the music as you ambled further into the room. You smiled widely, nodding slightly at the people in the crowd who you recognized as you paced down the aisle. 

As you moved closer to the altar, where Min Jun was standing, your breath hitched in your throat once you saw who was standing right next to him. Taehyung, in all of his glory, wearing a brown turtleneck and black suit jacket and matching slacks. Once the two of you locked eyes, he smiled slightly and you had the intense urge to turn away and run back up the aisle. However, since that wasn’t an option, you averted your gaze from his and continued your trek until you reached the altar. Thankfully, your place to stand was on the opposite side of Min Jun and Taehyung.

Watching your best friend walk down the aisle was such a beautiful thing to witness. It probably would’ve been a little bit better though, had you not been able to sense Taehyung’s eyes on you the entire time. Once Ji-yoo had made it to the aisle and intertwined her hands with Min Jun’s, you couldn’t help but to be slightly jealous. When you and Taehyung had been dating, you were almost positive that the two of you would be in this position some day. 

While Ji-yoo and Min Jun exchanged vows, you decided to take a chance and look up. When you did, you immediately met Taehyung’s gaze again. Only this time, he wasn’t smiling. It almost looked as if he wanted to. . .cry? You looked back down once again and didn’t look up until the end of the ceremony.

..............

You sat at the bar, nursing your glass of champagne in your hand as you watched Ji-yoo, Min Jun, and the rest of their family and friends dance the night away. 

“You know, the Y/N I know would’ve been out there on the dance floor too,” you heard a deep voice say. You looked to your right and saw Taehyung sitting down on the chair next to yours. “She wouldn’t have been sitting here, moping.”

“Who said I’m moping?” You muttered as you looked down into your glass. 

“Y/N, I know when you’re moping. We did date for three years, you know.”

“Ha, I’m surprised you even know how long we dated, considering you were never there for most of the relationship,” you spit, glaring at him.

“Low blow Y/N, especially considering that you were the one who left me.”

“Look, do you want something?” You asked, getting more annoyed with him as the time passed. 

“Dance with me.”

“Yeah, no.”

“Y/N,” the tone of his voice dropped even lower than normal, making you look over at him. “Please.” You glanced over his face, the anxiety and nervousness clearly showing.

“Fine. One dance,” you held up your finger to emphasize your point and he nodded gratefully.

............

“You haven’t lost it, you know that?” Taehyung smiled as you spun around the dance floor in his arms. 

“I’d hope not, with all the mandatory dance classes Ji-yoo made the bridal party take.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You know Min Jun has two left feet,” you smirked as you both looked over to where Ji-yoo and Min Jun were, attempting, to slow dance together.

“I forgot about that,” Taehyung chuckled, his chest vibrating aganist yours. The familiarity of the feeling had all of the memories associated with it rushing back to you. The way his chest would vibrate whenever he got too stressed and would cry into your bosom, the way it would vibrate when you laid on his chest at night and he’d muttered ‘I love you’ before drifting off, and how it would vibrate whenever he fucked you and would whisper ‘come for me’ before you’d fall apart in his arms. 

“Y/N, I’m right here,” Taehyung said as he waved his hand back and forth in front of your face a few times. You shook your head, coming out of your thoughts, and looked back at him.

“Sorry, I was. . .sorry,” you apologized. 

“I see some things never change huh?” Taehyung wondered and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?”

“The way you drift off and get lost in your thoughts like that. I’ve always wondered what you were thinking about when you do that.”

“We dated for three years and you never figured it out?” You asked, smiling sarcastically.

“I mean, I only have hunches but I’m pretty sure they’re right.”

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me then.”

“Alright,” Taehyung shrugged as he continued to guide you around the dance floor. “Well, I assume that what you were thinking about made you sad, as if you missed something. I know this because you did that little pout thing with your lips that you always do whenever you’re upset. You kept the pout for a while but then your face. . .turned into something else.”

“And what was that?” You asked, in slight disbelief that he was right so far. Taehyung chuckled darkly and tightened the hold he had on your waist before pulling you flush to him, making you gasp at the sudden movement.

“You were thinking about me fucking you,” he stated confidently. Your jaw drops slightly and he just smirked at your reaction.

“That, that isn’t,” you tried to say but you couldn’t seem to articulate the words needed in order to tell him that he was wrong. It was probably because he wasn’t wrong.

“Again, we dated for three years so I’m pretty sure I know your facial expressions Y/N,” he pointed out. 

“Am I right? Is that what you were thinking about baby?” He asks and you noticeably shiver at the pet name. You look up at him, into his eyes, and you find yourself falling into the pools of syrup that color his irises. 

.................

“Wait baby, slow down,” Taehyung mumbled as you made quick work of unbuckling the belt that held up his pants.

“Can’t,” you muttered as you unbuttoned his slacks. “Ji-yoo and Min Jun are leaving in 20 minutes and she’ll never forgive me if I don’t see them off.”

“Y/N,” Taehyung called as he reached up and grabbed your face in between his hands, making you stop and look at him. “I’ve waited too long to have you again baby so don’t get me wrong when I say this, alright?” You nodded slowly as you looked in his eyes. “Don’t you think maybe we should talk this out first?”

“What is there to talk about?” You shrugged. “I want to fuck you, you want to fuck me. It’s really simple here Tae.” You tried to move in to kiss him but he stopped you, dodging your lips.

“Y/N, I’m serious,” he stated firmly. “Why did you leave me?”

“You know why I left,” you rolled your eyes lightly.

“That note wasn’t an actual explanation,” Taehyung muttered, laying his forehead against yours as he began to lightly caress your cheek. You placed your hands on his wrists and sighed heavily.

“It’s hard to explain,” you replied. 

“Try for me,” he said as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He then began to bend down, sinking onto his knees. His hands met your thighs and he began to push the material of your dress up.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” you huffed, already beginning to feel excited again from his simple actions. 

“I also said I’ve waited too long to have you again. I’m not that selfless baby,” he murmured as he grabbed the sides of your panties and pulled them down, tossing them behind him once he had them off. “Keep talking or I’ll stop. Got it?” The authority in his voice made you nod immediately and you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

“I left because you were ignoring me,” you stated simply. 

“Explain that please,” he requested before diving straight into your folds, circling your clit with his tongue. 

“You, you were, uh,” you gasped, eyes shutting in pleasure. “You had been so busy with work and everything else, I wasn’t getting any one on one time with you.” He nodded his head in acknowledgement as he continued to suck on your clit. “Tae, fuck.”

“Keep going baby,” he whispered as he pulled away for a few seconds. “I know that’s not it.” He went back in a second time, this time adding his pointer finger and dipping it inside of you slowly.

“I was used to it,” you said through grit teeth, setting your hand in his hair. “I just, I tried talking to you about it and you brushed me off.” You paused because you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax. You forgot how fast he could make you come. “You never did that to me before.”

“Mm,” he moaned, picking up the pace of his finger and you groaned loudly, gripping his hair in your hand tightly.

“I’m gonna come,” you whimpered. In response, Taehyung took his tongue and flattened it against your clit, leaving wide licks there. This immediately pushed you over the edge, your back arching as you come in his mouth. He slowed down his finger and left kitten-like licks on your clit as you came down. He got up off of his knees and you threw your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you baby,” he whispered against your lips. “I should’ve paid you more attention.”

“I tried Tae, I really did,” you said as you reached down and pushed his slacks and boxers down, just enough for his cock to spring free. You opened your legs further and Taehyung settled in between them, rubbing the head of his cock on your clit.

“What was the final straw?” He wondered. He slowly pushed into you, making both of you moan simultaneously at the feeling. “What was it that made you decide to leave me?”

“There wasn’t one, one specific thing,” you gasped as he began to thrust deeply. “I just realized I was becoming so angry and resentful of you.”

“And the way to fix that was to leave? And without even saying goodbye?”

“Well, I tried to talk to you and that clearly didn’t work,” you scoffed.

“I still remember that day,” he muttered as he buried his face in your neck, thrusting harder. “I came home from tour, expecting to find you waiting for me when I got back to our apartment and finding it empty of all of your stuff and a bullshit ass note instead.” 

“I know it sucked but I had to do it that way.”

“Why?” He pulled back and looked into your eyes, and you could feel yourself beginning to get emotional.

“Because you would’ve never let me leave if I had done it face to face,” you whispered, tears starting to fall from your eyes. Still pushing into you, he brought his hands up and wiped your tears away, even though more were still falling. 

“You’re damn right I wouldn’t have,” he muttered. “I love you too fucking much.”

“Still?” You stared into his eyes and he smiled softly at you.

“Always.” You kissed him again, pulling him closer to you as he continued to fuck into you. 

“This is embarrassing but I’m close,” Taehyung muttered breathlessly, making you giggle. 

“It’s ok, I am too,” you assured him. He brought his pointer and middle fingers up to his mouth, letting some spit slide onto them. He then took those two fingers and set them on your clit, rubbing in firm circles.

“Come on then baby,” he encouraged and your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the tightening in your lower half.

“Oh my gosh Tae,” you moaned. “I’m, I’m-,”

“Go ahead baby,” he nodded. “Come for me.” Your grip on him became vise-like as you came for the second time, your thighs tightening around his waist. He was right behind you, his cum flooding into you as he let out a deep groan in our ear.

.....................

You and Taehyung stood outside, along with the other guests, and watched as Ji-yoo and Min Jun jumped into their honeymoon car. They gave one last wave to everyone through the sunroof and you grinned and waved back as their car pulled away from the curb and into the crowded streets of Seoul.

“So,” you looked over to your right to see Taehyung looking at you. “I have a confession,” he blurted suddenly, making you raise your eyebrows. You nodded, giving him permission to go ahead and he inhaled and exhaled deeply before opening his mouth. “Back then, I knew that you needed more time and attention.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. “You knew and didn’t try to do anything about it?”

“I, I didn’t know how to. More time and attention weren’t outrageous demands at all, but I didn’t know how to balance those with keeping my commitment to the group. That was a shortcoming on my part though, and none of it was your fault.”

“So, out of the two, you drop your commitment to me?” You questioned tearfully. 

“Baby, please,” he mutters as he grabs your hands in between his hands. “You know I hate seeing you cry.”

“I know but I can’t help it,” you whispered. “I’d never make you choose between me and the boys; you know that.”

“I do,” he nodded in agreement.

“But I needed time too, Tae. I needed you,” you mumbled. He sighed heavily and wiped the tears that started to fall down your face with his thumbs. 

“Let me be there for you now jagiya,” he pleaded and the old nickname made your heart ache, in a good way.

“Tae, it’s not that easy. You can’t just come back and have us pick up where we left off. It’s gonna take work.”

“And I’m more than willing, if you are. I’ve missed you so damn much. I can’t promise that I’ll be perfect but I’ll do whatever it takes if it means you coming back to me,” he promised. “Please Y/N.”

You sighed heavily as you stared up at him, the sincerity pouring out of his eyes and surrounding you. You leaned forward and pressed a barely there kiss to his lips, the small action saying everything that it needed to.

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[artzjames]

Mafia au! Guilty Kiss's Prologue

So i was think more and more about my aqours mafia au while sketch some of it, so decided write some thoughts i don't forget so guess this is a how guilty kiss got started

Tsushima yoshiko the heir of the tsushima mafia, knowen as yohane on the streets, born into somewhat strong mafia family, The Tsushima was known for there black magic and stealth

The Tsushima finally got their respect of criminal world when they took Down the ohara

Now the Oharas are definitely a mafia superpower, there were known for their Big heists, their Strength, their markmanship with their guns,their skill and etc.

Now for such a small, slightly unexperienced mafia such as the Tushimas to take down a mafia such as the Ohara, that was especially suprise to the other bigger mafia

However the big the takedown of the Oharas was all thank to one Shiny gal from the mafia herself and a fallen angel. Mari and Yoshiko.

Ohara Mari, the heir to the Ohara mafia. At very young age she was a target, so of course she experienced her life being threatened multiple times over. For a young girl mari seen a lot with her eyes. And one day she wished she didn't have such good eyes,the day her mother was murdered by her father.

Mari wished she didn't here the screams and plead for help. She wished haven't seen her mother been stabed multiple times over.

Mark's mother supposedly was cheating on her father,is what he said to the rest of the maifia. Mari knew the trurth behind that lie, she knew her father was tired of her mother. Mari knew this too well. If she had to be honest she never seen her father do anything nice to her mother, just shout and screams and abuse her.

That's when Mari snapped, she couldn't take anymore, she wanted her father dead. She wanted him to burn in hell,and that stupid mafia to go down with him.

So when she came cross "yohane", as yoshiko would call herself, They became friends instantly, why? Because both wanted to take down the Oharas, their both party animal. And generally care for each other

Yohane would normally listen to Mari complains and give her advice. Mari would offen go see yoshiko trained and support her.

Now with these two heirs becoming friends, and with there burning desire to takedown the Oharas, they divided a grand plan. A absolute masterpiece if they do say so their selves.

The Plan took the "Shiny" approach,as Mari would like to call it. The Plan was to blow up the Huge mansionlike hotel that all the Oharas lives in,including Mari's father.

How will they will they be able to plant the bomb? How will they will be able to get every single Oharas in the hotal at the same?

That's where Mari comes in

You see they planned all this exactly two weeks from mari's 19th birthday,where her father is planning a huge party. Where every Ohara member have to attend,Mari suggest that part of course.

Within those two weeks, they got two work. Yoshiko give Mari a shipment of the biggest and most finest TNT she could get. Since Mari is like

"Go big or go home~!"

Mari even sneaked yoshiko couple times to place the bombs onto perfect places so the hotal can blow into bits and pieces.

1 Week before the The big day, Yoshiko was training not stop with you. Knowing if anything goes wrong the fault will be on her. She has to make sure this goes off with hitch.

Since after the big BANG, Mari and her both knows their with just few Oharas alive.

Now that's when yoshiko comes in use

Her and a small group of her mafia's best sharp shooters. Are going to kill any of the leftovers.

However yoshikeo herself will be the we be going into the rumbles to search for any survivors. They snipers are are only providing a cover. After kill ever survivor there ggoing to set fire and make fireworks go off.

That of course, was mari's idea.

But the thing is she must finished all these in 10 minutes, that's when Mari will pick her up

Which means she must swift and stealthy as the 'fallen angel' she was

A Day before the big day was honestly nervewercking for the two of them, Mari. Reason because she's about kill all of her family. If this didn't work out and failes this means automatic death from her father himself for betrayal and the want to kill the family. Those where heavily against the rules of the mafia. Especially the Oharas

For yoshiko, reasoning is because of the simple fact, if this fails then it means war. An a war that the tsushimas wasn't ready for.

The day of Mari's 19th Birthday and the big day

The Ohara's big mafia family fulled the hallways of the Ohara's hotels and headed the ball room where the main event is happening, literal. About 15 stickey bombs are under every five tiles, That was that fallen angel doing.

Mari looked liked goddesses in that white and purple dress. She counted make sure all of her family is here. Only having exactly 20 minutes to get them all here and escape before the bombs go off.

During these 20 minutes, Mari has been ask for the hand of marriage many times by men and women she didn't even know! These sickened Mari but keep up the act. Until her father bluntly says she getting married to someone from another mafia, someone she didn't even know! And her father didn't even tell her about any of this until now

Mari gave up the act, infuriated as ever. She dashed out of ballroom then out of the hotel. Calling up yoshiko as soon she gets far enough to move the plan forward

Of course yoshiko seem confused of why she has rush the plan forward. But Mari sounded hurt and almost sound like she crying. Now making yoshiko anger and simply agreed

As soon as yoshiko got there. She set up the positions and then BOOM.

The whole entire building collapse to the ground. Making it seems like an earthquake. All different types of color fire flew through the air.

If there was surivors, then Yohane doubts they will be any condition to fight

Yohane dash into the rumbles of the explosion with her katana and throwing knives in hand. About 5 mins into the search yohane found nothing other then dead. Ohara members, guest and some other people from different mafias

Seeing that where no surivors yohane start pour gallons of gasoline and start a fire. Yohane was interrupted by being hit in the back of the head by rock. Pretty small rock tho.

Mari's father somehow survive the explosion by being outside of the building searching for Mari.

Yohane immediately turned around and through one of her knives at Mari's father leg. Already having trouble walking, he simply fell to the ground and screams of pains left his body.

With precisely 3 mins left, yohane knew she has to end quick. But how can she do that after all he did to Mari. Well that's simple

She going to let him burn. Burn straight to the gates of hell

Yohane very quickly, stabs on her knives on his other legs and each of his arms so he can stay put.

After doing such she whispered something in mari's father's ear that made him shiver with fear

"Welcome to Hell"

After that she dashed out of there as fast as possible as the fire started spread quickly.

With a minute left yohane quickly light all the fireworks in one go which created another explosion with all times of flashing colors which definitely alerted the police.

But luckily by the time police got there Mari and yoshiko are already in a safe house far away from the hotal.

A YEAR OR TWO AFTER THAT THE OHARAS TAKE DOWN

Yoshiko became the new boss of the tsushima family after they found out she and Mari was the one to take down the Oharas

Mari, of course joined the tsushima quickly became a second in command alongside yoshiko. Thanks her to influences .

With those two as leader, The tsushimas quickly turn into strong and powerful mafia and has 6/10 of territories.

The Sakurachis, another big mafia came to into yoshiko to propose a alliance between the two mafia familes.

And as a poof of there Allegiance with the tsushimas. They offer their heir to yoshiko.

Sakurahi Riko, the most beautiful person on this planet. Aleast to a certain fallen angel.

Mari of course, here's about the proposal and sets up a meeting to meet this "riko" because she knows what it feels like to marry someone you don't know

After the meeting yoshiko has to admit, she's fond of riko

Yes, riko beautiful but that was only the beginning, Her personality made yoshiko Ascend up to the heavens, and her smile and laughed makes her feel like she's floating on air.

If there was ever a time yoshiko believed in love at first sight, it will definitely would be now.

And with only few words that escape Riko's lips, it made yoshiko feel like internal hellflame.

"I hope to see you soon, yocchan~"

Those simple little words meant the world to yoshiko, and will do anything to protect it

So of course, Yoshiko accepted the Sarukahi's proposal. In hopes of being with riko

Mari, having her showmanship precedes her. Throws a huge gala for both mafias to celebrate there newfound alliance, but especially for yoshiko to get see riko again. Mari would often tease yoshiko about this just to see her embarrass, acting like a big sister would to yoshiko. They are in the same mafia after all

The gala so far was going off without a hitch. Guest having a time of there lives, smiles,laughter, drunks singing song they don't know the words two, people dancing on the dance floor.

It was a amazing night in general, until a fallen angel gone made it a little bit more special.

When yohane was alone with riko on the dance floor, dancing to slow music. She got on one knee and asked a question no one thought would be asked on a night such as this

"Riko Sakurahi if you may, Allow me to court you?"

Riko simply smiled and took yohane's hand and gave yohane feeling never felt before

"Yes. Yoshiko tsushima you may court me"

Thus Creating the Guilty Kiss mafia.

Well shit, there you go now you know how guilty kiss came two be. Now all I have to do the prologue for Cyaron then we will get going

#mafia aqour au #mafia au #love live sunshine #love live #guilty kiss #mari ohara #yoshiko tsushima #yohane #riko sakurauchi #we have sum yoshmari #then sum yoshriko #my presonal fav #ship what you want idk

[remuslxpns]

remus/sirius + all of them

and here it is @siriusdisaster

how did they first kiss?

One night over a few drinks, they each slowly confessed their feelings-, Remus still not believing any of it. When they kissed, Remus swore his head was going to blow off. That’s how it was. 

2. who flirts more?

Sirius loves making Remus blush because oh does that boy blush. Sirius can wake up and say good morning beautiful and Remus would be a flustered mess.how did the relationship start?

3. how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?

It was a silent mutual decision after school, the marauders would live together. They had already lived together for seven years and it only made sense. Until, Peter and James decided to stay at home. For the first few weeks, Remus and Sirius did live together. It just felt right having his best friend only a room away. Even though it was only a room away Remus felt a pang of distance knowing during school they were in the same room. They found the muggle flat by chance and word of mouth. It was settled in London and very near Diagon Alley which was perfect for them. 

4. do they have roommates?

For a few weeks or a month, Remus and Sirius lived alone until James knocked on the door with bags.It was an immediate mutual decision for James to stay with them for however long necessary. The flat only had two rooms, but James had no problem staying on the couch. (al though there might be a hole in the wall very near Remus’ room now because his roommates got creative)

5. do they get married (or equivalent)?

After James and Lily died, Sirius was instantly arrested and Remus went into hiding, blocking anyone and everyone out for years.

6. do they have kids?

No

7. do they have pets?

Yes, Sirius’ dog.

8. do they act different in public and at home?

Remus is much more reserved in public, thinking sometimes hand holding is a lot. At home though he barely leaves Sirius’ side, wanting to be curled next to him for however long or until Sirius moves to get up.

9. big spoon/little spoon?

Sometimes Remus will wake up in the middle of other night with another nightmare. Depending if he begins to thrash or scream, Sirius will run into his room and hold up. Or Remus will push himself off the bed and go to Sirius’ room like a child who had a nightmare. They fall asleep, Sirius holding Remus. Remus loves being the big spoon in any other circumstance. In the kitchen when he comes up behind him in the morning, on the couch when they are just wanting to talk.

10. sleeping habits?

Remus will wake up in the middle of the night, wanting to be held (see above). Remus loves sleeping and will sleep until he’s late for something or someone wakes him up. He does not move and you should not wake him up. The only person allowed is Sirius who Remus will give a morning tired smile to. Sirius usually sprawls on the bed without a care and Remus will find himself a spot curled up next to him. 

11. favorite non-sexual activity?

Remus loves combing his fingers through Sirius’ hair and sometimes does it subconsciously. It centers him and grounds him and makes him calm. Remus will read regardless if Sirius falls asleep on his shoulder, he will keep reading. 

12. favorite sexual activity?

Remus worst habit is flushing all too much and Sirius loves watching Remus get flustered. It’s almost like a game to see how much he can push Remus by teasing him. His flustering gets quickly turned into neediness when he can’t resist Sirius anymore and needs him in every way. Sirius loves the little sounds Remus makes when he’s going down on him.

There will be times that Remus needs Sirius and will make the first move. His approach is teasing as well and it’s almost out of character that it drives Sirius insane. Remus will roll his hips against Sirius or sit in his lap if they’re on the couch.

13. how often do they have sex?

It starts with a kiss and then deepens. Remus always wants Sirius and the feeling is mutual. There will be days when he is just exhausted and needs Sirius when he comes home. 

14. what habits of the other drives them crazy?

Sometimes Remus will leave a mess in the kitchen from his early breakfast makings, coffee grounds or tea that missed the mug but found its way on the counter. Sirius will sometimes leave soot from the fireplace from flooing or the bike.

15. how often do they fight?

There fighting is mostly kept to a minimum because they know each other inside and out. When they do fight it’s because Remus drowns himself in self pity and doesn’t believe anything Sirius says. Either Sirius gets defensive depending on how the fight goes or comforts Remus in every single way. 

16. most trivial thing they fight over?

The War. Remus is terrified of everything shooting at them but mostly if Ministry will begin arresting unregistered werewolves. The fear trickles into him every day and manifests into his mind. Remus doesn’t want Sirius to be a liability for him, knowing his chances are getting smaller every day. 

17. who uses all the hot water?

Sirius. Remus doesn’t make anything about it and usually joins him in the shower. To save water.

18. who does most of the cleaning?

There will be days Remus would rather do nothing, but if he sees a mess on the table he’ll clean it up. Then it begins and he won’t stop cleaning. There will be so many household charms helping him clean, but he takes care of most of it.

19. what do they watch on tv and do they fight for the remote?

(modern au: Sirius has his shows and movies that he wants to watch. Usually they are very graphic and Remus will fight Sirius until they change the channel to something more family friendly.)

20. who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working?

Remus and ignores when the landlord sighs impatiently and says ‘again?’

21. who answers the phone?

Sirius will rush to the phone even if Remus gets up and says he will. Then he pinches the bridge of his nose when he greets them with ‘welcome to the wolf den what can we do for you today?’

22. who steals the blankets?

They are both guilty of this. Remus loves the feeling of being curled up in a blanket and will steal the blankets in the middle of the night. In the morning Sirius will find Remus surrounded in blankets. Some nights Remus will wake up freezing his ass off only to find there are zero blankets on him and look over to find Sirius completely laying all around them.

23. who remembers things?

Literally none of them. Do not trust either of them to remember anything.

24. who does the groceries?

Remus will make a grocery list and go with Sirius. They end up checking out with more things that weren’t on the list because Sirius throws them in. ‘we need this, Remus. Need it.”

25. who cooks normally?

Also do not trust them with cooking. The only cooking skills Remus can do is make tea and toast. And sometimes he burns both.

26. who leaves their stuff lying everywhere?

Both of them. Remus will leave books and sweaters on the couch and his tea mugs scattered around the flat like easter eggs. Sirius will leave almost everything from shirts to bathroom towels on the floor. 

27. what kind of stuff can be found around their place?

(i think this can go with the one above)28. what do their cupboards or shelves look like?

They have the basic kitchen utensils and pots and pans but they are not touched. Remus only uses the cupboards for his mugs and maybe seasonings if he’s feeling creative. In the living room there is a shelf for a community shared vinyl set, Remus having more classics like the Beach Boys and the Kinks and Sirius’ collection having more of the Doors and Rolling Stone.

29. what does their closet(s) look like?

Remus has a variety of sweaters hanging and stacked in his closet. His closet is actually organized, his shoes and boots neatly arranged down below. His dresser however, is a mess. Shelves wont’t be pushed in all the way because there’s too much or it’s not neatly folded. There’s also a lot of things on the floor. 

Sirius’ closet is about the same as Remus’ but some stuff is either sliding off the hangers or already made it to the ground. Most of his shoes are lined up outside by the door in the living room.

30. what do they do when they’re away from each other?

When they’re not together Remus will be hanging out with his other friends or literally hanging around the house, falling asleep on the couch or in his bed while he waits for Sirius to come home. 

31. do they have nicknames or pet names for each other?

answered

32. how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, “dad and papa”, “how’s your wife?“, etc)

Remus will casually say “This is Sirius Black, my boyfriend.” While Sirius goes for the dramatics, “this is the love of my life Remus fucking Lupin.”

33. who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Both of them. They each take turns or nose goes because they are indecisive. They don’t argue over not wanting pay they usually take a while to decide because they both want to. 

34. how often do they go on dates?

When they can manage. They are both okay with going to the bar for a drink or two or going to a restaurant. 

35. typical date night? out or at home?

Since neither of them can really cook they usually go out somewhere. Sirius likes to take Remus out to fancy places to treat him and also to see Remus all dressed up. Even though it’s an enjoyable time Remus likes to just stay at their place and have a drink and talk or do something. Usually cuddling on the sofa or just talking intimately. 

36. do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries?

You bet they do. Remus will wake up with Sirius on top of him for most of these occasions before the day begins.

37. what would they get each other for gifts?

They know each other so well that Remus will get something that Sirius probably said he would die if he didn’t have it. Sirius will get something he saw a few minutes before giving it to him and immediately thought of Remus.

38. how do they spend christmas and new year’s (or equivalent family gatherings)?

They will invite everyone they know to the flat and have at it. Since they live there they usually get the most drunk and always wanna play a game or a dance off. They both are really bad at that.

39. who cusses more?

You would think Sirius but Remus will curse at everything. When he’s talking to himself, if he drops something, if he forgets something, if Sirius is sucking him off. Everything. He doesn’t stop. 

40. what would they do if the other one was hurt?

Anything. 

41. what are little gestures they do for each other?

Sirius will take interest in anything Remus says and if he doesn’t understand something he learns about it and is over the moon talking about it the next day. Remus will make Sirius breakfast if he can or go out and get something before he wakes up. 

42. do they know how the other takes their coffee/tea?

Of course they do. Sirius will make Remus’ coffee which is just two sugars and one drop of milk. His tea is always Early Grey with one sugar. Remus knows Sirius because his is easy. No coffee. Only tea. Don’t dilute the flavors because that’s insanity. 

43. do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time?

They don’t see each other as much as they used to in school. Work and the Order and other things have taken over part of their lives. If they weren’t living together Remus doesn’t know when he would see Sirius. 

44. do they friend/follow each other on facebook/tumblr/livejournal/skype/etc?

(modern au: yes, they would. Remus wouldn’t use it a lot but when he would he would either rave about something he just learned or post about his day and Sirius. 

45. (added) morning routine? 

Remus hates waking up. If he wakes up before Sirius he will go make tea and bring it to bed for them. If he’s leaving for work he’ll press small morning kisses to Sirius, who pretends to be asleep through it all, before taking a shower and having breakfast. 

46. how do they make up after a fight?

They just hold each other and whisper to each other they are sorry and how much they love each other. 

#Anonymous #answered

[deepdickdaniel]

Kang Daniel | Gift

prompt: daniel forgets that it’s your birthday but does his best to arrive to spend the last few hours of it with you.

note: day 6 of DANIEL WEEK aka MY BIRTHDAY WEEK!!! this is the week i post seven days of daniel stories as a treat to myself! the inspiration for this fic = me actually forgetting to write a birthday fic for myself AND THIS ADORABLE PICTURE OF DANIEL LMAO. 

you woke up on your birthday to the dings of text messages from all of your friends and family

and you felt like you were getting phone calls every ten minutes or so

but for some reason, the person you cared for the most didn’t seem to say anything about your birthday

daniel had sent a good morning text as per usual, but there wasn’t anything different about it

you were wondering (and hoping) that he was just planning on surprising you or something because he couldn’t have possibly forgot...

...right?

but the day went on and 4pm came around - you came home from breakfast and lunch with friends who insisted on treating you

you hadn’t heard much from daniel aside from his usual update texts whenever he went to a new venue for work

sighing, you decided to just sit on the couch and wait it out

as for daniel’s perspective...well, he really forgot...

he walked back into his dorm after his managers told him that his schedule was free for the rest of the day

he was glad to have a little break and plopped his body on the couch, greeting the members that were already home

a good 20 minutes passed while the members stared at daniel, who was just playing games on his phone, before one decided to speak up

“uhhh, hyung? shouldn’t you be getting ready?” it was daehwi

daniel hummed and continued to play, “hmm? for what?”

“you said you had a special dinner to prepare for tonight...” daniel felt his heart drop at this

“...that you had a big surprise for —” but daehwi didn’t get to finish, because daniel was already running around the place, taking off articles of clothing on his way to the bedroom

“shit, shit, shit!”

daniel rushed to get ready and put on an outfit that he had preplanned and hung in his closet, running to do his hair and getting your gift together

he finished in a record time and greeted ong and jisung, who were walking in while daniel zoomed out

“hi! bye!”

both of them looked at the rest of the boys who were sitting on the couch

jisung looked confused for a second but clicked his tongue in realization, “he forgot, didn’t he?”

a chorus of “yup”’s and nods

about an hour later, you heard a frantic knocking at the door, so you looked through the peephole and saw your panicked boyfriend

when you opened the door, you could tell by his panting and nervous eyes that he had forgotten

you tried not to smile - he was dressed in an outfit that you mentioned you wanted to see him in one time

he had on a white button up shirt with a red bowtie, with round glasses adorning his face

he also had a huge bouquet of all your favorite flowers in one hand, and two bags in the other

“happy birthday!”

“you forgot, huh?”

he knew you were a bit disappointed in him and he felt even more guilty when he saw the big number balloons of your age that your friends had gotten you in the corner of your living room as he stepped in

you sat on the couch, all pouty with your arms crossed, praying that you would be able to stay upset at him for even a few minutes

“kid, i’m really sorry. i don’t know what happened to me, i have your birthday on every calendar in the dorm, on my phone, on everything! it’s my favorite day of the year!”

“can’t believe you forgot your ‘favorite day’ so easily then” you muttered as you closed your eyes, willing yourself not to give in to his cute face

he sighed and set down the things he was carrying on your coffee table

“i’m here, i’m not too late! and i have your favorite cake and flowers...and a little something else”

you peeked one eye open and scolded yourself internally - he was doing the puppy eyes you knew you could never resist

so you put your arms out instead and he placed the flowers in them, “there, almost as beautiful as you”

“shut up”

he laughed and opened one of the bags to reveal a box of cake, getting up to find a candle and a match somewhere in your kitchen

he lit the candle and placed it on your cake, holding it up and singing to you,

“happy birthday to you! happy birthday to youuuu! happy birthday to my shortyyyyy~ happy birthday to you!”

you completely caved and laughed at his song, blowing out the candle and kissing his cheek

“thank you, daniel”

“thank you for forgiving me! i really am sorry...the guys had to remind me and everything. i guess i was just tired from my schedule, but that’s not an excuse. i should’ve been here from the moment you woke up”

“it’s okay, you’re here now and that’s what matters”

daniel smiled weakly at first, but then picked up the other bag to hand to you

you opened it and pulled out the purple and yelllow nerdy jacket in your size

“now we can match”

he then handed you a stuffed envelope with a happy grin on his face

“what’s this?”

“an envelope”

“and what’s with the outfit? you look hot, though”

he laughed at that, “thank you, you said you wanted to see me in a bowtie so i wore one for you. now enough questions, kid. just open the envelope”

you carefully opened it, laughing at all the cat, peach, and smiley face stickers that were keeping it sealed

out of the envelope came folded pieces of paper, flowing onto your lap

you picked one up and read it aloud with the eager prompting of your boyfriend who was gesturing to them with his head,

“i promise to eat more”

picking up another one, you read, “i promise to try my best to give my hair a break”

before you read another, you paused and looked up at daniel, who was smiling shyly

“daniel, what is all of this?”

he wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer to him on the couch, kissing your forehead softly

“i know that the thing you want the most in the world is for me to be healthy, so i made all these promises. if i write them down, they’re easier to keep, you know? and i included a bunch of other promises that are going to give me the opportunity to spoil you for once”

you sniffed, feeling yourself getting emotional, and lay your head on his shoulder while you picked up the next piece of paper,

“i promise to get us at least one more cat by the end of this year”

daniel wiggled his eyebrows and gave you a hopeful look with his bunny smile, “great, no?”

“this sounds like a present for you more than me...”

“you told me that when i’m happy, you’re happy!”

you rolled your eyes and laughed, using your free hand to try and tickle him

but he caught your moving hand with his hand that was resting on your lap, kissing your fingertips one by one

“i hope i’ll be able to hold this hand for all of your future birthdays”

you knew he was being cheesy, but the honesty in his eyes was too much for you to handle, so you blushed and coughed, returning to the paper pieces

the two of you continued to cuddle, laugh, and get mildly serious as you read through the rest of his promises

he had written as many as the age you were turning

when you arrived at the last one, you noticed that it was tucked into the corner of the envelope tightly, as if needing to stay there until the very end

you tugged it out and daniel started to get excited once more,

“this is it! this is my actual present!”

you rose an eyebrow at him and looked around your coffee table where the bouquet, the cake, and the jacket lay,

“this wasn’t enough?”

he squished your cheek lightly and bopped your nose, “i could give you all the riches in the world and it wouldn’t even come close to what you deserve, babe”

“you’ve been hanging out with ong too much”

“shhh, just read it”

scoffing, your eyes moved from daniel to the paper, scanning over its words not once, not twice, but three times to make sure you were actually reading it right

“i promise...to spend my week long vacation next month with you wherever you want to go”

you looked up at him, eyes squinting in suspicion

“is this some prank?”

he put a hand to his chest, looking hurt “kid, you act like i’m good at lying”

“then you actually have a full week off?!”

he laughed at your excited face and poked your forehead, “yes! and you can also pick wherever you want to go. i’ve saved up enough for this!”

you thought for a moment and daniel smiled as he watched you

“i want to go to busan”

he froze for a second and furrowed his eyebrows, “um, are you sure? we could go to europe or hong kong, or anywhere you want”

“i’m sure”

“why don’t you think about it more? you have a lot of other options”

“daniel, i want to go to busan” you said firmly, eyes daring him to oppose you

he laughed and ruffled your hair, then he pulled your head in even closer to him to give you a big hug

“you’re too good to me. it’s your birthday, but i’m the one who keeps getting surprised”

“i know you miss your family, especially your mom and the cats. i miss them, too...” you went on to ramble as he stared at you adoringly, face mesmerized by your inner and outer beauty

“...and i want you to show me around where you grew up and i want to meet all of your friends and the people who taught you how to b-boy! i want to know everything about you!”

when you finished your reasoning, daniel grabbed your face and stared into your eyes, unable to find the words that described his feelings for you

so he captured your lips with his, the searing passion of his love emitting through his warmth

he pulled away every few seconds to whisper words of affection, his hands traveling up and down your back as the two of you continued to kiss

your hands were rubbing his shoulders and chest, your fingers playing with his bowtie every now and then as you lost yourself in his love

when he pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours as his face quickly returned to its normally fluffy, sweet state

“thank you so much for being born. it’s your birthday but it’s the most important day of my year because it’s a reminder that you’re really here and that you choose to be with me every day. thank you, i love you”

he whispered this so lovingly that you felt like you would melt

you were on the top of the world in his arms and despite the day not starting off as you would have liked it to, you wouldn’t have changed a thing

#kang daniel #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #wanna one imagines #daniel scenarios #daniel imagines #daniel #everyong #daniel week 2017 #ariane's bday week 2017

[assbuttyourlife]

When We Were Young - Chapter Twenty

Pairing : Misha/OFC

Warnings : Language, Fire, trauma, PTSD, family members’ death (including child), therapy, flashbacks (not in every chapter), injuries, cheating. Long fic. Angst, fluff, Smut. Mention of suicide.

Words : 5983

Summary : After her grandmother’s funeral, Lily must return to the place she lived in when she was young and has to confront the ghosts of her past. She will run into an old friend that she thought was lost forever.

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CHAPTER 20 – TODAY IS THE DAY.

Northfield – June 9th 1989

School should be illegal when it's warm and sunny outside.

Lily couldn't concentrate, the only think she could think about was going outside, anywhere but between walls. The park would be great, it must be so beautiful right now, wild life taking its rights back after a long and cold winter. Spring was her favorite season; The trees becoming greener and greener, the smell of pollen, the warm sun kissing her skin, flowers blooming... she would kill to go near the waterfall just to blow on dandelions.

She could at least make a wish, and if she could wish something, she would wish Misha was here. But he was far away, gone to Washington because his mother had a new boyfriend there. She hadn't seen Misha since December, and it was torture. He and his family left soon after Christmas, and since that day, everytime Lily walked pass the cottage, a piece of her heart died seeing it so empty and lifeless.

Was it possible to miss someone that much? Was she normal? And who knows what he was doing when he was so far away... He could meet anyone, and fall for another girl, and he would forget about her, and she would never see him again. After all they were not officially together, they haven't told anyone about their friendship turning into something romantic, nobody knew about that, they were hiding it to their families and friends, probably because it was something they didn't understand quite well yet, or maybe was it something not serious? It was for her, but she had no idea if Misha was sharing this feeling.

Before he left, he promised Lily he would wait for her, but who knew if their relationship was strong enough to beat the distance and the times apart?

“Miss Hagen? Would you like to share your little daydream session with the class? Considering the look on your face it must be exciting. Are you at your birthday party already?”

Every student turned to look at her, which of course made her blush furiously. It was indeed her birthday today, and she had planned a party for tonight. Her math teacher knew about it because his daughter was a friend and she was invited.

“Sorry Mister Anderson.” She simply replied, finding her math book very interesting all of a sudden.

She had to be patient twenty more minutes, then she would be free to finally go to the park for a walk before going back home and get everything ready for the party.

And those were the longest twenty minutes ever, but when the bell finally rang, she almost jumped from her seat and rushed out.

“Hey birthday girl! Wait for me!” her friend Sara called, almost running to catch her. Lily stopped in front of her locker and opened it to put her stuff inside.

“Where are you running to so fast? Your party is in four hours only!”

“I wanna go to the park first, have you looked outside? The weather is so nice I almost feel like I have wings growing on my back.”

Sara laughed “Is that what you were dreaming about during math class?”

“Yeah. I couldn't wait to be out of here.”

That was a lie, but she didn't want to share too much with her, right now she just wanted to go. She closed her locker and walked towards the main exit with Sara. When she got out of the building, she froze at the top of the stairs and looked straight ahead.

“What's going on? I thought you wanted to get out of here and now you're not moving?” Sara pressed.

Misha was standing near the bus stop, leaning back against the fence, patiently waiting with his arms crossed. Lily thought she had an hallucination first, but when Misha saw her staring at him, he straightened up and he gave her a wide and brightful smile before starting to walk towards the stairs.

“I'll see you tonight, Sara.”

Lily walked down the stairs, slowly first, but as Misha was getting closer she sped up more and more until she was almost running. They met at the bottom of the stairs, falling in each other's arms.

“Happy birthday, Lily. I missed you.” Misha purred in her ear, and if he hadn't held her, she probably would've melted into a puddle.

She hugged him even tighter.

“I missed you too. When did you come back?”

“Two hours ago. We drove for two days.”

She broke the hug to look at him but kept her hand on his shoulder.

“Look at you! Have you worked out or something?”

He was indeed more muscular and tanned, he had cut his long blond hair, and she found he looked absolutely gorgeous.

He laughed, obviously very amused.

“Sawing huge trees will do that to you.”

“Oh. Well, you'll tell me everything on the way, I was going to the park.”

She took his hand and led him in the right direction. They talked and walked holding hands until they reached the spot they loved so much near the waterfall, under the trees. They both sat cross-legged on the grass facing each other.

Misha looked at her transferring all her hair on one shoulder and smiled tenderly.

“So... do I have to beg to have a kiss or did you just move on while I was away?”

Oh... so apparently he still wanted this too.

“You're the one who went to a big city full of beautiful girls, I should be the one asking that question.” she shyly replied.

“Didn't I promise I would wait for you?”

“Yes... you did, but...”

“But what? You think I lied? Is that all the trust you have in me?”

He didn't sound mad, he sounded disappointed in her, and that was even worse.

She felt so stupid right now, and so ashamed! She should've known Misha wasn't that kind of guy.

“Misha... I don't wanna fight. I'm so sorry.” she looked down and played with a blade of grass.

He took her hand to make her stop and lifted her chin so she would look at him in the eyes.

“May I kiss you now, miss Hagen?”

She smiled at him and bit her lower lip.

“You may, Mister Krushnic.”

He didn't wait any longer. He knelt in front of her and gently pressed his lips on hers.

Oh God how she missed him! It felt like breathing again after spending months underwater. She was so eager to feel more than she broke the kiss to place her legs on each side of his thighs and sit. Misha looked up at her, she took his face in her hands and kissed him again, this time opening her mouth to give him full access.

It felt so good that she almost thought about asking him to go home to her room where they would be free to do more than that, but they had never talked about it before so she didn't and kept kissing him with passion, proving him how much she'd missed him.

Misha couldn't help it... she was wearing a skirt and was straddling his laps devouring him, how could he resist after months dreaming about being with her? His hands traveled along her thighs and plunged under her skirt to end their way on her butt.

It didn't stop her in her task, she didn't broke the kiss. She was still exploring his mouth with her tongue, her hands were in his hair, and the more he squeezed, the fiercer she became.

Misha wasn't long to react either, and when Lily felt his obvious arousal between her legs, she stopped kissing and looked at him with lust.

That was something she'd never felt before, but she sure liked it a lot! Just thinking she was the one provoking that reaction in him drove her wild, so she decided to help a little, and she started to sway on his thighs, still staring in his eyes.

When Misha felt her moving against him, he almost lost it and shut his eyes tight, letting a moan accidentally slip out of his mouth. Lily had a devilish look on her face and moved a little faster against his jeans, now staring into his eyes, feeling her panties getting wetter and wetter.

He opened his eyes when he heard her weak moan, and seeing her like that on his laps felt like heaven. His hands were still on her ass, but he wanted to taste more of her, so he kissed a spot on her neck, right under her ear, and she moaned again, this time a little louder. He traveled to her jaw line to leave wet kisses, and she took his face in her hands again, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs and now panting in his mouth.

Lily was desperate to feel more pressure, so she pressed her body harder against his. She never stopped swaying her hips and was now moaning over and over again, trying not to be too loud because they were outside in a public place. Misha gasped when he felt he couldn't hold it anymore, he gripped her ass hard, buried his head on the crook of her neck and came in his pants.

When Lily realized what she did to him, she came too, biting her own fingers so she wouldn't scream, as good as it felt.

She stopped moving but stayed on him. They were both catching their breath, hugging each other.

“Welcome back.” Lily said out of breath.

Misha chuckled, trying to regain composure, but he was almost seeing stars.

“I was the one supposed to give you a birthday present.”

“You just did.” She looked at him and left a quick peck on his lips.

“I'll have to stop by the cottage to change or your mom is going to kill me when she sees me with my pants like that.”

Lily burst out laughing. She certainly didn't think about that.

“Don't worry I will tell her you were so happy to see me again that you peed, like our dog!”

It was Misha's turn to laugh, but he deflated when she asked her next question.

“Will you stay this time?”

He lost his smile, unable to reply and just looked at her. When Lily understood what his sad look meant, she moved back to sit on the grass again and smoothed down her skirt.

“How much time do we have?” she asked sadly.

Misha looked down and swallowed.

“I don't know. Mom wanted to come back because she misses your family, but she didn't say how long. I'm assuming just a few weeks since she will probably miss her boyfriend soon.”

Lily took a deep and long breath, obviously trying to hide her disappointment but failing miserably.

“I hate it as much as you do, Lily. I love this place and I feel at home, but she's my mother... what can I do?”

She gave him a weak smile.

“Nothing... I get it, Misha. Really. It's okay. Just... It's harder and harder everytime you leave. And I have to admit I hate being away from you for so long.”

Misha took her hand and stood up so she followed his lead. He took her other hand in his too and stepped closer to leave a sweet kiss on her lips.

“But I'm here right now. Can we please enjoy the moment? We'll deal with that later.”

She smiled weakly. “Sure... we have a birthday party to attend.”

Misha nodded and they both walked away from the park, ready to party with their friends for the night, pretending everything was alright.

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“Misha, I'm staying in Austria for a year.... at least.”

After their phone conversation for Christmas, Misha had asked her to call him to know what she wanted to do, and that's what Lily decided. She had this great opportunity, she didn't want to screw it up, and she thought being away from him long enough would set things right.

As hard as it was for Misha, he respected her decision as best as he could. She never said it on the phone, but he knew what it meant: she wanted to move on and she didn't want him back in her life, at least not the way  he  wanted to be back. Who knows? Maybe she would even meet someone and fall in love in Europe. He hated the idea, but he couldn't forbid her to live her life as she wanted. As long as she was happy, he could deal with it.

Life went on pretty fast after that. Misha had his job and his family, Lily had her job too, and a new life to live. They called each other a lot, they also met a couple times a year when Misha traveled to Europe for conventions, and that was fine. No more drama, not so much tears, no guilt for Lily. She was in peace knowing he was happy taking care of the ones he loved, and that was the most important thing to her.

They never spoke about their past relationship again, not even on the phone, not even with their closest friends.

THE END

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(I'm kidding!)

 April 2015, Vancouver – Canada.

Lily decided to go back to America in the beginning of 2015, after spending another Christmas away from the ones she loved the most. She made new friends in Vienna, but she missed Katie terribly, Misha too of course, and she was dying to see Rebecca and Sasha again.

It took her some time, more than a year had past, but at the beginning of spring 2015 she was finally back in her old apartment in Seattle, and she hadn't been happier in a long time. Katie and her had time to catch up, and Lily was very surprised to learn she was now dating David, her ex coworker and friend. When she thought about it, it was true they were always hanging out together even after work, it was just a matter of time they'd fall in love with each other, and Lily was very happy to hear that two of her best friends were now a couple.

She didn't tell Misha she was back in Seattle, and she told Katie to stay quiet about it too. Katie's first reaction was to jump and scream at Lily with fierce, but she calmed down and accepted the deal when Lily told her she just wanted to surprise him after work just as he did when they were young and he was going back from a trip with his family. She had to promise Katie she would take her or at least film his reaction of course.

That's how she ended up in Vancouver in April 2015, with a little help from the Supernatural cast and crew. They had pretended to have fake interviews for today, Misha was supposed to come in the meeting room with Jared and Jensen after filming an episode to answer some questions for TV Guide, and from what she'd heard from Jensen, he didn't suspect anything weird, which was great.

She was watching outside through the window and sipping on her water bottle when Jensen texted her.

 J: We're on our way, hope you're ready.

She smiled and texted back with a single “ Yep ” before turning around and sit at the table, pen and paper in her hand, Katie's glasses on her nose, pretending to be a journalist. That was kinda fun!

Her heartbeat quickened when she heard voices laughing in the hallway. She recognized Jared's mischievous laugh so she knew it was them.

When the door opened, she saw someone she didn't know first, probably a crew member or something. Misha was right behind turning his phone off and pocketing it in his pants, still in his Castiel clothes, bruises and blood everywhere on his face, followed by Jared and Jensen, both dressed as Sam and Dean too as they just ended filming for the day.

She had a brief moment of panic when she saw all the blood on his clothes and all the wounds distorting his face, but she quickly shook her head, knowing it was just make up.

She steeled herself and talked first.

“Ready for your interview, mister Collins?” Lily asked seriously, tapping her fingers on the table, her legs crossed, faking an annoyed look on her face.

Misha's head flew up from his pocket when he heard the sound of her voice, and it took him a few seconds to realize it was her sitting at the end of the table.

“Lily???”

“That's my name.” She boldly replied standing up.

Misha didn't wait any longer, walked towards her and took her in his arms for a tight hug, which she accepted and hugged back happily, sliding her arms under his jackets layers, not caring one second about the fake blood tainting her white shirt.

“God, it's so good to see you! What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his mouth too close from her neck, sending shivers in her spine. She pulled back from him to look at his tired face.

“I have something to tell you, and I didn't want to do it over the phone so... surprise!”

She was a little taken aback when she saw Misha's reaction. He paled and his smile disappeared all of a sudden. He sat down and played with the water bottle nervously.

“Oh? What's going on? You're getting married to a famous Austrian musician?”

She laughed internally, thinking about the exact same reaction she had twenty six years ago when Misha came back from Washington. Maybe she should toy a little and see if he remembered...

But first, she had to give Jensen and Jared a big hug for helping her, and that's exactly what she did.

“Thank you guys. I owe you one.” She winked.

“No problem. That was fun, now you should talk to him before he liquefies.

She laughed and turned to look at Misha who was now sipping on the water bottle, a very annoyed look on his face. Jared and Jensen left the room, leaving Misha and Lily alone. She sat next to him and crossed her arms.

“A famous Austrian musician uh? You're the one always surrounded by beautiful girls, I should be the one being sarcastic.” she proudly replied.

Misha frowned, not quite understanding why she was saying this.

“Well...yeah I suppose you could but-”

“But what? Is that all the trust you have in me?” She insisted, leaning closer to him and staring directly at his tired blue eyes.

That made something click in his brain, remembering her fifteen's birthday when he came back and surprised her. He raised his eyebrows and a delicious smirk appeared on his face.

All he wanted to answer now was  “May I kiss you now, Miss Hagen?”, to show her he remembered and stick with the memory, but he couldn't, knowing it would make things awkward again and she didn't want that, so he changed the subject.

“Can you tell me what's going on now or do I have to torture you?” He simply said, and with that she knew he remembered.

“I'm back in Seattle for good. In my old apartment.”

Misha's eyes widened. “What? You quit your job in Austria?”

“Yes. It was great, really, but I missed America too much. Plus I'm tired of speaking German.”

He scoffed “Is that all you missed? America?”

“Oh no, of course I missed Katie very much.”

She didn't know what was going on with her, but she couldn't stop teasing him, and he was so tired from his day that it was super easy.

He rolled his eyes and lolled his head back.

“You'll be the death of me, Elise Hagen!”

She laughed “Alright, alright, maybe I missed you too just a little.” She gave up, feeling a little guilty.

“Did you get your job back with the Seattle Symphony?”

Lily snorted “No, that's not possible, but Ludo calls me sometimes to play for some concerts. As long as it's not a permanent contract it's all fine. I actually started to teach piano and violin, that's my official job now, and I have to say I love it.”

His face lightened.

“That's amazing! I was wondering when you would finally use your grandfather's pedagogue gene!”

“I'm not sure I'm as good as my grandfather when it comes to teach, but I really enjoy it and the kids are great. For once I even feel like I took the right decision.”

Misha smiled once again.

“Where are you staying?”

“Victorian Hotel downtown.”

“Alright, check out. You're coming with me for the weekend.” He said while standing up in a rush and taking her hand so she would follow.

“What? Where are we going?”

“Home!”

“You mean your home? In Bellingham?”

“Yep! And it's not a suggestion, it's an order.”

She didn't reply. She was too shocked and embarrassed. She wanted to scream  “With your wife and kids???” , but she couldn't, she didn't want the situation to become awkward. But really... how can it be more awkward and embarrassing if she stayed at his place the whole weekend?

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“I've got this” Misha said taking her suitcase from her hands.

They were officially arrived at his place after a short flight, and Lily was terrified to come inside.

“Are you going to sleep on the front porch?” Misha called from the entry.

I guess not, she thought walking forward. The first thing she saw when she entered his house was the huge drawing on the wall, framed with wood.

She pointed her finger at it “Is that... ?”

Misha turned around to look at what she was doing.

“The old sugar maple from the orchard, yes. Thank god the cottage didn't burn so I got my drawings back. I couldn't leave it.”

She walked further inside his house, observing everything around her. There was a weird déjà-vu vibe in this house. He kept a lot of items from the cottage in Northfield to put in his house, she even saw the big bear her grandfather carved.

“You went back to take the huge bear?”

“Told you I would. Sasha helped.”

As it was very late already, the house was unsurprisingly quiet.

“Is everyone sleeping?” she whispered, afraid to wake anyone up.

“Probably. Or maybe Vicki's out, I don't know. We will know soon enough. I'm gonna make some tea, want some?”

Lily kept looking everywhere, touching every bit of wood she could find. It was truly a beautiful house, and she could almost feel at home with all those items from her past.

“Um, sure. Did you make all of this?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

she scoffed “I'm impressed.”

“Why would you be? Your grandfather taught me, I just carried on.”

When tea was ready, Misha opened the french-window, turned on the light and got out on the patio.

Lily followed him outside, once again amazed by what she was seeing.

“Well, I have to admit you did a wonderful job.”

He smiled at her. “Thanks. Have a sit.”

As soon as she sat down with Misha on the comfy armchairs and took a sip of her tea, she heard a little sleepy voice behind her.

“Daddy?”

She turned to look behind her and saw a barefoot West standing in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“West! What are you doing up? It's 2am!”

“I heard noise.” he walked towards Misha and climbed on his laps to give him a hug.

Lily couldn't help but smiled at this cute sight.

“You should go back to bed, Westy.”

“Is Lily staying here?”

She was very surprised he remembered her, they only met a few times before she left to Austria and he was very little.

“For the weekend, yes. I'll take you to bed now.”

“I'll do it. Hi Lily.” they heard Vicki say.

Oh no.... She wasn't ready,  SHE WASN'T READY!!

She hadn't seen Vicki for a very long time, and the last interaction she had with her was that text message she sent thanking her after she read her letter for Christmas, and Vicki never answered back.

She stood up to greet her anyway.

“Hi Vicki. Sorry we woke you up.”

Vicki walked closer and hugged her. “It's okay I wasn't sleeping, I was just reading waiting for Misha.”

Of course she was waiting for her husband to come home! She certainly had plans for tonight! She probably just wanted to be alone with him after a week without seeing him, she probably wanted to fuck her husband and Lily was here like an intruder!

Lily felt sick but she had to shake that thought out of her mind or she would run away again.

“Come on, West. Say goodnight and we're going back to bed now. No discussion.” Vicki ordered.

West frowned and pouted but gave a kiss to his dad without protesting. He then walked towards Lily and looked up, obviously waiting for her to lean down. She was taken aback once more but didn't want to upset anyone, so she crouched down and hugged West who gave her a little peck on the cheek.

“'Night Lily! Will we play piano tomorrow?” He asked with his tiny sleepy voice.

He was five years old now, and when Lily took her in her arms, he was so nice, so cute with that little spark of mischief in his eyes, it almost felt like she was hugging her little brother again and she almost lost it. She had to swallow and take a deep breath to keep composure. He had an incredible memory too, or maybe Misha kept talking about her to him, she didn't really know.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Sure we will.”

She stood back up and looked at Misha smiling at her.

“What?”

He shook his head “Nothing, just... nothing.” he lost his smile and sat back on the armchair to finish his tea.

“He's cute.”

“I know, but don't be fooled by his cute face, he's a tornado when he's with other kids.”

She scoffed and looked down. “Thanks for the heads up.”

Misha frowned and put his cup on the coffee table.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just... for a second it felt like holding Ryan, I guess I'm just tired, forget about it.” she nervously laughed, shaking her head.

Misha stood up and crouched down in front of her, leaving a quick kiss on her forehead in the process.

“You wanna go to sleep?”

“Yes.” it sounded almost like a plead.

“Okay, follow me.”

He grabbed her wrist and walked inside, took her suitcase and they both climbed the stairs to the spare room.

“If you need anything, I'll be right across the hallway.”

“Fantastic, close enough to hear every sound coming out of the marital bedroom.”

That came out too fast, without Lily even thinking about it, and she regretted it the moment it slipped out of her mouth.

“I'm sorry… Like I said, I'm really, really tired.” she apologized, but she would probably be sick to hear a single sound anyway.

Misha sighed “I thought you were okay with all of this by now.”

“I am. Goodnight, Misha.” she quickly turned around to open her suitcase on the bed.

“You do know I just need a word from you to stay in this room tonight if that's what you want, right?”

 Sure, Misha, let's fuck in your house while your wife and kids are sleeping next door.

“Just go, Misha.” she closed her eyes, faking rummaging in her stuff to find something.

He didn't answer anything and closed the door behind him.

Being here was a terrible idea.

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The spring sun was already high in the sky when Lily woke up the next morning. She stretched in the bed before going to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get dressed.

When she got out in the hallway, she heard kids laughing and screaming, meaning everyone was home and fully awake.

She took a deep breath and climbed the stairs down. She needed coffee and now!

When she stepped in the kitchen, Vicki was cooking lunch already. The kids were outside playing, and she couldn't see Misha.

“Oh hey, Lily! I'm gonna assume you slept well considering it's 1pm already” Vicki chuckled.

“Yes, thanks. I was exhausted.”

“Tea or coffee?”

“Ugh coffee, thank you, you're my hero.” she joked, thankful for the mug Vicki was handing her. “Where's Misha?” she asked searching around.

“Gone to the grocery store. He'll be back soon.”

Lily nodded and carefully sipped on her hot coffee.

“Are we gonna pretend we don't need to talk about him?” Vicki asked nonchalantly while she was drying the dishes. She looked up to see a very disturbed Lily, frozen with her mug in her hands.

“I did receive your text message last year, I just thought we needed to have this conversation face to face. Don't you agree?”

NO !!!! her whole body screamed.

“Uh... There is nothing to talk about, really. I moved on.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes!”

Vicki sighed and put the dishcloth down.

“Alright, so you have absolutely no problem staying here this weekend with all of us?”

“Absolutely not.” she lied.

“And you have no problem with me fucking my husband with you on the other side of the hallway?”

Lily gasped while she was drinking her coffee and almost choked.

Boy was she bold!

“Uh... He's your husband, you do what you want. Who am I to have a problem with that?”

“Oh, great, so I can make him moan as loud as I want to?”

  WHAT THE FUCK ????????????

What the fucking fuck was happening? Lily made the mistake to unintentionally pictured them in her mind and her brain was about to explode. She nervously looked outside to see if the kids where still busy playing, she bet hearing their mother saying those things wasn't an option.

But what was she supposed to answer to that? She felt sick just thinking about it, was she supposed to tell her the truth? That she hated the idea of Misha being with another woman? That she hated this situation? That the only person who was supposed to blow his mind was HER ?

“Well you sure can stop this conversation first, because it's very inappropriate and it makes me uncomfortable.” she said honestly.

“No, I'm not stopping this conversation, you're in my house, so you will listen to what I have to say and answer me. With the truth.”

Maybe she was still sleeping and this was just a nightmare? That would be great to wake up now though.

“Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don't have feelings for Misha anymore.”

 Isn't it hot in here?

“I... will always have feelings for him. He's an important part of my life, I can't just ignore that. But-”

“Can you look at me in the eyes and tell me without blinking you're a hundred percent okay with me being his wife and having sex with him, that you don't wish you're the only one he will ever be with?”

So much for showering a few minutes ago... Lily was sweating from every single part of her body. If she could melt and disappear in the ground forever it would be heaven!

She needed to do this. She had to look in Vicki's eyes and tell her. She  HAD  to protect his family!

She stared into Vicki's very intimidating gaze without blinking.

“I...” Lily started, but her voice broke, and she looked away.

Vicki walked around the counter and put her hand on Lily's shoulder.

“I asked you not to play with his feelings. Tell him the truth, please. I can't see him like that anymore. I will respect your choice, Lily, I promise, but you have to face it, and now is the the time to do it.”

Lily broke down crying, face buried in her hands.

“How can you possibly say that to me? How can you let him go just like that without fighting? How can you not hate me for this? And how can YOU be okay with the fact I'm screwing YOUR husband?”

Vicki sighed and sat on the bar stool next to Lily.

“Okay first, Misha's not the only one for me, he must've told you that already. And like I said, he was broken when I met him. Hell he still is! He planned to live his own life with you by his side, not me. You were the love of his life and I've known this since the day I met him. The second he told me you ran into him at the airport that night, I knew our marriage was gone. Since it turns out you're still here, I would be more than happy to see him complete again. I love him enough for that. You've read his letter, you know he will love you no matter what. He made his choice a long time ago when you came back in his life, we talked about it and I'm okay with it. What do you really want, Lily?”

She looked at Misha's wife with awe. She really was an incredible woman!

“I want-”

“Don't tell me, tell him. Oh and... If you hurt him, I will find you.” she interrupted.

Okay... that was crystal clear at least. But Vicki wasn't done.

“And I asked you to remember he's also a father now. If you hurt one of my children, I will kill you.”

Lily rubbed her face insistently. She couldn't believe the conversation she just had with Vicki. Well... that wasn't much of a conversation since she did all the talking, but it was so surreal she still had trouble believing she was actually awake.

“I need another coffee... or a whiskey.” Lily pleaded.

Vicki laughed and took her mug to pour some more coffee.

“Here you go.”

They heard the front door closing and Misha came in the kitchen with grocery bags.

“Morning sleepy head! Or should I say good afternoon.”

He put all the bags down on the counter and Vicki started to put everything away.

“Hey.” Lily simply replied, a little embarrassed knowing Vicki knew exactly how she felt about her husband.

“Right, no talking before coffee, I almost forgot” he joked. “Get ready everyone, I'm taking all of you to Whatcom falls Park today!” he screamed, walking outside to check on the kids who jumped everywhere.

Vicki looked at Lily with a smirk plastered on her face.

“What a great place to talk to someone without being disturbed.” she winked. “I'll keep the kids away. Just talk to him.”

She patted her on the shoulder and left to get ready, leaving a speechless and chocked Lily alone with her cup of coffee.

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YEAR IN PHOTOGRAPHS 2016

I’m not going to lie to you, it keeps getting better and better, life that is.  Maybe thats because I’m trying to suck up as much as I can all the time.  Why watch it go bye, but instead live it, be in it, take it, crush it, grab it, repeat.

I’m trying to relax.  It’s honestly hard, especially when you’ve been programmed to work work work, never a dull moment, can’t sit still.  If I’m not doing my day job working on movies, I’m with my lovely girls, I’m reading about photography, shooting, editing, shopping, eating, studying, upping my game, trying to swallow up everything I can while I can.  Why not, right?!?!

To say it’s been a year is an understatement.  I’m blessed, blessed on belief to have such a wonderful wife, kids, the JAY OHH BEE, home.  It’s like the world opened itself up to us and said come on in, make a mess of things, spray paint, laugh, cry, relax, go, go, go, etc etc etc.  Incredible on all fronts to have arrived at the end of 2016 with smiles, left nothing on the field, no stone unturned, no page unread, checked all the boxes, and then some.

I think the year shows, especially in these photographs.  The places we went, the things we saw, people we met, experiences we banked, the highs the lows and everything in between.  Milestones, journeys, down time, working, family, friends, traveling and more.

To my girls, keep on keeping on.  I will take you there, you can ride with me any day and I hope I can with you too.  Love you with all my heart.  To my wife, boy am I lucky.  My muse.  My love.  My Amanda.

Check out these photographs, no seriously - CHECK.  THEM.  OUT.  Don’t do that thing that we do, where you scroll through real quick and then click LIKE or simply move on. Rather take the time to read the captions, look at each photograph for longer than a second, let the picture wash over you.  We live in a world where our attention spans are five seconds.  Take it in for a bit. Whether you like them or not, that’s okay, at least, hopefully, they made you feel something!  Enjoy.

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1. Tree, Malibu, January 17, 2016

From below there is this beautiful park at the basin of a hill.  When you look up, the people hiking the hill look like ants.  So we decided to go for it and upon summiting, we came across this beautiful tree, weathered and old, recouping from the winter sun, with very few leaves, silhouetted against a California sky.

2. Sophie Teener’s 100th Birthday, Minneapolis, January 24, 2016

Words can barely describe the joy in my grandmother’s eyes as she turned 100 last January.  We celebrated with a luncheon at Beth El Synagogue, a very special place dear to her, friends and family traveled near and far.  This photograph is perfection like Sophie.

3. Sylvie, Palm Springs, March 26, 2016

We weren’t happy with our room.  We were on the outskirts of the property at La Quinta, but it all gets put in perspective when the girls couldn’t believe there was a pool right outside their door, basically our own private little spot.  With each stroke, Sylvie gained more and more confidence as a swimmer.  Each day she’d throw on her swimming suit, run out through the door, and into the pool. She wouldn’t sit still, until this precious quiet moment, with a towel around her body, eyes glazed over, staring off into the distance, silence, and then I clicked the shutter.

5. Palm Springs 5pm, Palm Springs, March 27, 2016

When I think of Palm Springs, this is the picture that comes to mind.  Old deco patio furniture, palm trees, clean line architecture, case study homes, my hero Julius Shulman, rolling mountains, green grass, blue skies, and flat roofs.

6. On Set Office Christmas Party, Atlanta, April 13, 2016

Those that know me well, know that I like to to creep around our movie sets, Leica in hand, when I come for a visit.  Office Christmas Party was some of the best times I’ve had making a movie because we were making it with good people.  The ‘magic of the movies’ is something special, and what I love about this photograph is that it exemplifies that magic.  The operator shoots the camera, the boom guy records the sound, fake snow falls from the cherry picker, Jason and Olivia perform, and the A.D. readies to yell cut.  Not mention the set is made to feel like it is the top of a building but is firmly planted on the ground.  Can you say, magic?!?!

7. Wellington, New Zealand, April 27, 216

Michael and I were on our way to the airport after leaving the set of Ghost in the Shell.  Our driver wanted to show us a few quick sites in and around Wellington, New Zealand before we caught our ride home.  So we drove to the top of Mount Victoria and the view was stunning.  The vast city below, the bay creeping its way inland.  We were on the other side of the world.

8. Blake & Sylvie, Los Angeles, May 21, 2106

This is what best friends looks like.  This was photograph was made just after their performance of Cinderella by Ovation Performing Arts School at Sherman Oaks Elementary.  Capturing that sense of purity, proudness, and exhilaration is something that makes me want to take photographs of young people.

9. Amanda, Louvre, Paris, May 30, 2016

That Day in Paris, we sat in Room 77 of the Louvre, 19th Century France, as the world swirled around us.  Though the pictures are stagnant moments in time, the room seems to breath life and energy as people from all ways of the world pass back and forth, looking at such beautiful creations.  It’s easy to get up in all of it, feel rushed to see it all, but instead we’d rather take a minute and soak it all up.  

10. Musee d’Orsay Clock, Paris, May 31, 2016

It was important to me to capture this image while visiting Musee d’Orsay.  I had a feeling this particular clock would be a busy stop for tourists.  To get it clean would have been a miracle, so instead, what made sense was to shoot all the tourists as silhouettes, clean edges but blow out the light coming through the clock face.  I love how it’s such a center piece of the museum.

11. Art Students, Paris, June 1, 2016

Place des Vosges is special, particularly on this day when we came across these art students sketching in the park.  Eager minds capturing the energy and flow that is this beautiful setting of fountains, trees, tourists, and statues.  This photography hopefully captures the beauty of those making beauty.

12. Pont Neuf, Paris, June 1, 2016

Classic Paris.  What’s unique about this photograph is the height of the water in the Seine.  Record rain fall blasted France while we were there, so much rain that even the Louve was shut down for a few days, art was moved to higher ground to protect against the chance of flooding.  This photograph was inspired by Peter Turnley’s book French Kiss.  It’s classic, it’s timeless, could be the 1651 or 2016.

13. Amanda, Jardins du Trocadero, Paris, June 3, 2016

This photograph was taken on our final full day in Paris.  There is only one place to truly shoot a subject against the Eiffel Tower skyline and that place is Jardins du Tracadero.  Amanda is so happy in this picture.  She wanted to recreate a photograph she saw on Instagram.  I love her black scarf, the way she wore her hair that week, and her cute little body.  I must’ve had her walk up and down the stairs ten times to capture this image.  It’s my favorite from our trip.

14. Estella, Chicago, August 5, 2016

It’s interesting how you can take many many photographs, create albums, selects, modify many, throw away lots.  And then go through those photographs some time later only to find a gem that you had originally thrown out.  When I originally made my Chicago album, this photograph wasn’t even included, but I absolutely love it.  Estella’s expression of feeling slighted (about what, I don’t know!), the bent knee, doritos, and those sunglasses right out of the movie The Crush.  It’s her to a T!

15. Shiloh, Sylvie & Friends, Chicago, August 6, 2016

I love Amusement Parks.  That sense of awe, energy, and excitement.  Feeling older like it’s a place you belong.  I have no idea what is driving their reaction, but I was lucky enough to capture their expressions.  And then the ride started…

16. Amanda, Santa Barbara, September 4, 2016

My Model.  My muse.  My Wife.  She’s my everything.  That black dress, that iPhone light just enough under her face to light it up, those high strappy heels, that necklace, and those little pockets.  She’s confident.  She cool.  She’s beautiful.  Amanda.

17. Ned Specktor, Los Angeles, October 9, 2016

Ned and I wandered Hollywood Boulevard shooting a marketing campaign for his upcoming show The Movement - a motivational musical that helps people grasp their passions through music and dance.  We came across this space just off the boulevard and Ned laid down like Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly before him, gracefully dancing in his white stans.  This kid was born to bring people together, dance and music his tool, his thought process his weapon, and much more.  We must have shot 100 frames alone in this little alley but his grace mixed with the his power seemed to have come together nicely in this image.

18. Estella & Sylvie, Carlsbad, October 22, 2016

We celebrated my dad’s 70th birthday in La Costa California this past October. For dinner one evening we went to the Chart House in Carlsbad, right on the ocean.  There were these amazing rocks and lights making the view of the ocean incredible. But the view was missing something.  Luckily Estella and Sylvie were near by so they jumped up on the rocks and held each other tight, two sisters connecting, letting their differences fall aside for a brief moment to show just how much they love each other.  And scene…

19. Estella, Madison, November 20, 216

This photograph was taken a top the Children’s Museum in Madison, Wisconsin.  It was important for us to take the girls there to see where their parents went to school.  There is this great lookout point of the capitol up on the roof.  Estella turned right as I clicked the shutter and we made this image together.