"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

Sed de sangre - noun translates to blood-lust. Blood-lust, refers to a desire to see blood being shed. Jax's life was slowly getting back on track, it was almost perfect, that was until he decided to listen to his new neighbours argument which oddly took place mid-sex. Jax could sense from the first moment they meet, that there was something off about Valentino Franco. He interested Jax in ways that no other man had in ages and that scared him. Valentino Franco is a mysterious, sex addicted and dangerously delicious man. Everything in Jax's life soon takes a turn for the worst as he finds himself involved with the Spanish mafia but last time Jax checked, he was content with his boring, simple day to day life.

"We have fanboys?" "I'm a boy and I'm a fan. What do you think that makes me?" "A fanboy." "No duh." - (title credit to @mukecorner)

prisoner!michael likes to pick on parole officer!luke

Harry has Haphephobia. He refuses to touch skin and skin to touch him. Louis is the roomate that just wants a peek under Harry's gloves, and sooner, his heart. highest rank: 2 in larry stylinson comments:

In which Michael wants to be more than just the babysitter for Luke's kids. or, "You look like you need a sugar baby." "What I need is a babysitter for my kids." © 2016 by nightskymuke All Rights Reserved. {starts out lowercase and then i get my shit together and start using capitalization lol} Started: July 10th, 2016

In The Midst Of The This Unique Thing Call Speed Dating, Put Together By His Sister, Jacob Senses A Good Strong Connection With Chresanto In All But 10 minutes. Both Of Them Coming From Relationships That Have Damaged The Way They Love. The Two Later Run Into Each Other At The Library & Arrange A Date. Even Though There Is A Great Deal Of Passion Between The Two, They Want To Be Sure It's Real Love Before Moving On To The Next Step. They Want Each Other, But Can't Have Each Other. The Agony & Ecstasy Of Love. ****Formally Known As "The 90 Day Rule"****

In a group Skype call with seven boys, who can stay up the longest? slow burn fic, very poorly written