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hardyimagines · 5 years ago

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Debt Collector — Part 2

Alfie comes to collect a debt owed to him every week/month from your husband. Your scared of him but can't help feeling attracted to him. Your husband isn't very nice to you in general. One month when Alfie comes ur husband can't pay so he agrees to go with one of Alfie's men to do a side job for him. Alfie stays with you untill the job is done. And things can get steamy pretty please.😘

Warnings: sex

Part 1

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It was never your intention to be unfaithful. And even though you’d kissed the gangster, you’d managed to convince yourself that it was purely because of curiosity. It didn’t make you a cheater. In your moment of weakness, you’d pathetically used the excuse that kissing wasn’t nearly as bad as having sex. So you told yourself you hadn’t cheated, as you sat in Alfie’s lap with your mouth glued to his own. Even as his roaming hands began to grip the bottom of your dress and roll it up and along your soft thighs, you’d told yourself it was innocent. It didn’t mean much, did it?

Lionel didn’t touch you like this. Never did he pull you on to his lap so he could kiss you feverishly or caress every inch of your body. He never took time to foreplay, he just wanted to rush right into the penetration part. But Alfie, Alfie was being tender with you, almost seemingly loving. His hands were firm on your body, determined to brush along every part of you. So why then did you feel guilty for not feeling guilty? Was it because your heart didn’t belong to the man the ring on your finger bound you to?

It was heartbreaking to know that a man you’d thought you’d loved had turned out to be cruel. Mean. Impossible to love. You’d tolerated him for all this time, convinced yourself that he was the best thing for you. But when Alfie had managed to get your dress up to your stomach and your arms lifted on their own accord, you found that you liked the feelings Alfie made you feel. Bashful. Confident. Warm. Desired. Lionel didn’t make you feel like that. He made you feel bored. Empty. Alone. Sad. Those weren’t feelings that a married woman should carry with her on the daily.

So you let Alfie undress you. And you forgot the meaning of the word cheater. It didn’t fit this scenario. A cheater was someone who knowingly gave another person attention when the person they were meant to be loving loved them back.. but Lionel didn’t love you. You knew that. There were no morning kisses or nightly ones. Not soft inquiries on how your day went. No meals together. No dates. No cuddling. Your life was spent living with a man that you were almost positive couldn’t stand you. It hurt you much more to know that you were his wife than it did to know you wanted to let things with Alfie progress.

Your gown was on the floor and the strong man beneath you lifted you swiftly along with his own body. He carried you on his strong hips, holding you close to him so he could keep your bare form warm. You hooked your arms around his shoulders, clutching on to him as your mouths continued to battle one another. The sounds he pulled from your throat were noises you didn’t know you were capable of making and the closer to the bedroom he grew, the louder you became. Impatience swarmed you as a hot bubble of need formed in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t felt that in forever. Not since you’d first married Lionel and he’d taken your virginity. But after he’d had you a few times, he grew tired. Hell, you didn’t know much about sex seeing as the only thing you’d ever done was lay beneath the man like a rag doll and take what he gave you.

He was harsh with his thrusts, aggressive with his mouth, hands, hips. You always felt so sore and bruised and you barely knew what an orgasm felt like. He rarely ever bothered to push you to your climax. He was selfish and he didn’t care.

Alfie laid you down on the wide bed, warm fingers tracing the outer part of your thighs. “Pet?” He spoke up. He could see the empty tint in your gaze. You were far away. It took you a moment to draw yourself out of your cluttered thoughts. Moving your hand to your locks, you pushed the slightly sweaty strands away from your skin and peered up at the gent who hovered above you. “Everything alright?” He murmured. He was unaware of what had actually happened behind closed doors. For all he knew Lionel was great in bed and he had a lot to live up to.

Alfie moved his hand to your cheeks. Pinching them together softly, he leaned forward and stole one more kiss before waiting for you to respond to his question. “Yeah.. I’m fine, i was just.. far away.” You placed your hands on his wide shoulders before giving them a squeeze of assurance. “Would you mind not being so rough with me?” The question was almost inaudible. But he’d heard you.

“Fuckin’ hell, pet, do I look like the type, yeah, to fucking hurt you?” His hand fell away from your face to instead glide south to your jugular. He traced your skin lazily, blue eyes scanning yours for an answer.

Alfie did look tough, rough, and mean. And he was most certainly capable of rough sex, you were sure of that. “No..” You lied. But that wasn’t why you’d said what you’d said. “Well,” You paused before biting your cheek. “yes, actually, but I’m not asking you because you look strong.” You giggled quietly. It felt weirdly comfortable to talk to him when you were laid beneath him, completely naked. “Lionel’s too rough with me and I.. don’t like it much.”

A little crinkle formed on his face before a frown stained his lips. His hand brushed down and along your body, delicate as it skimmed your skin. There was nothing wrong with hard sex. Nothing wrong with angry, rough, or brutal sex. So long as your partner enjoyed it too. He hadn’t even thought about being anything but firm with you. He leaned in and gave you a very light peck on the lips before moving his mouth to your ear. His breaths tickled your skin, summoning goosebumps to rise all along your body. “Relax, right, pet, I’m not going to do anything to you, yeah, that you don’t fucking like.” His hand was on your chest, palm resting between your breasts. He watched closely as you closed your eyes, a sign that you trusted him. Neither of you knew if that was a good or bad thing.

Alfies hand slid to the side, fingers skimming your hardened nipple before they continued to brush along your breast until his palm covered you completely. He was rather tender with his touch, kneading and squeezing you lazily as he tested to see what it was that you liked. It didn’t take much more of him massaging your breast before you arched your back off the bed and whimpered out pleadingly for him to do the same to your other one. He did so.

Your knees bent slowly, feet smushing the duvet beneath you as your heels dug into the soft fabric. Letting out a breathy moan of want, you turned your head toward his own and caught his lips for a firm kiss. “You dont have to be uncharacteristically kind to me, Alfie.. I just can’t handle being fucked like I’m hated.” You mumbled out. Alfie frowned.

“He’s doing it wrong, pet. Sex is suppose to be good no matter how slow, gentle, hard, or fast it is, right, you’re just doing it with the wrong fucking person.” He spoke against your lips before letting his ring-covered fingers brush along your stomach and down to the space between your thighs. The medal on his hand was cold when it skimmed your sensitive skin, but it was appreciated because you felt as if you were on fire. Alfie made a promise to himself not to lose his self control. He wasn’t going to harm you in any way. He didn’t want you thinking of Lionel, he wanted you to crave him over and over and over, long after he’d gone home.

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Ollie looked toward Lionel, elbow resting on the hood of the car as he slumped against it. He sent the man across from him a stern look and then a questioning gaze, as if to ask if he’d done what he needed to.

“Stop fucking looking at me like that.” Lionel uttered. He wiped his blood stained hands off on the front of his jacket before moving toward the passenger door. Grabbing ahold of the handle with his sleeve, he yanked it open roughly before lifting himself up on to the side of the car. Sliding inside, he shut the door just as roughly as he’d opened it before collapsing against the seat. His fingers rubbed against each other, eyes glued to the mess he’d made. The lifeless body inside was sure to go by unnoticed seeing as the bloke didn’t have many friends and no family. He looked toward Ollie when the younger lad climbed into the driver’s seat.

“I wasn’t looking at you in any particular way.” He murmured before slipping the key into the ignition. He leaned over and popped the handle to the glovebox before rummaging around inside. He drew out a bottle of water and a damp cloth before tossing them both to Lionel. “Clean up. Change your shirt. Toss it in the back. There’s a clean one on the floor.” He directed the man before beginning to lead the car away from the crime scene and back toward Camden.

Lionel did as he was told. His shaky fingers pinched the fastened buttons, undoing them one by one before he slipped the fabric off of his shoulders and rolled the material down the length of his arms. He threw the cloth into the back seat before changing into something clean after he’d rid of all the blood on his hands. Bits of red stained the corner of his fingernails, but overall, he’d cleaned up majority of the mess.

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Your fingertips traced the visible veins on Alfies arms. Brushing from one end of his strained skin, all the way down to the other. You whimpered beneath his heavily breathing form, savoring the intensity of this moment. You didn’t know when or if you’d ever feel it again. Your fingers were locked around his forearms as his palms rested beside your head, curled tightly in the bedding that the pair of you were laid on. You squirmed beneath him now and then, adjusting your hips desperately when you needed him to fix his angle. It blew his mind how willing you were to let him know what felt good. He couldn’t imagine how many times you’d probably tried to tell Lionel, but the man was too selfish to care. Alfie leaned in so that your foreheads rested against one another. A low moan of approval left your lips, his name following directly after the quiet sound.

“S’alright, pet?” He grunted out hoarsely. His voice was strained, heavy.

“Mh...” You clamped your eyes shut before nodding. You were so grateful for his need to check on you, it left you feeling cared for. You felt a bit pathetic, seeking comfort from someone who probably truly didn’t give a damn about you. Your nose bumped his before you head tipped to the side, lips twitching south momentarily. Alfie had caught the little flicker. His thrusts were hard, much harder than Lionel’s, but they werent angry or unbearable. He was playing with your clit and adjusting his angle so that this wasn’t just some painful, repetitive fuck. He slowed considerably when he spotted your frown. Moving his hand to your cheek, he gently guided your face back to his own before leaning in and stealing a soft kiss from you.

“What’s the matter?” He piped up again, though his words seemed to slur into one big word. He lifted his hand away from the bed, moving it instead to your forehead. He brushed your sweaty strands away from your skin before studying you. He wasn’t sure why he felt protective suddenly over your much smaller form or why it hurt him to see you frowning, but he didn’t like the little jab in his chest that seemed to affect his heart.

“Nothing.” You panted out softly. Your droopy eyes fluttered open so you could gaze up at the handsome bloke. Alfie arched a brow, hand lowering to rest on your curvy hip. He adjusted himself inside you, knees sliding along the blanket as he wiggled closer.

“Sure, pet. I saw that little frown, yeah, I’m not fucking blind, right, spit it out. What’s on your mind?” He assumed that he was maybe hurting you and you just didn’t want to say anything, but when you opened your eyes and your shining orbs met his own, he swore he read you like a book. Alfie didn’t want to call you out for feeling too curious about what this meant. You were having sex. Did this instantly mean there were feelings or was it just sex? You were sure it was the latter and that thought alone made you feel a little sick. You didn’t want to continue to be someone’s means of pleasure until they grew bored and tossed you away. “Pet.” He drew you out of your thoughts. “Come on, yeah, don’t get lost in all the ‘what-if’s’ and wonders.” He leaned in and kissed your nose. He wanted to promise you that he had had no intentions of using you like a toy.. and that because you’d done this, he wanted to do it many, many more times. But he was a busy man, and busy men like him didn’t make promises — they found them too hard to keep.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whispered quietly before lifting your arms so they could circle his neck. You didn’t want to ruin the moment by getting all down in your feelings, so you embraced the large man and gently lifted your hips toward his own so you could urge him on. Alfie was still for a few more moments before he leaned in and kissed you again. His lips lingered more and more after each kiss he gave you before he spoke against your mouth.

“This, right, it’s not gonna be a one time thing, pet. I’m not Lionel, yeah, im not fucking using you.” His tone was sincere, a drawl, it was sweet. Your head bobbed along to his words, heart clenching because your brain told you he was merely trying to soothe your worries for the time being so the sex could continue. You shut your eyes. Lionel had ruined everything for you. Every man would always feel like a threat the second you met them because they could be just as bad as your husband — or worse. You didn’t want to think about that now, Alfie was doing his best to soothe you and you wanted it to work.

You shut out all the loud thoughts in your head and instead focused on the nerves and ecstasy in your body that Alfie was causing with so much ease. When you lifted your hips again and this time began rocking, he resumed his thrusting, steady and slow at first which gradually picked up in speed and force.

It had been hours, whether it felt like it or not, and unbeknownst to you and the gangster, Ollie had just pulled up outside. The car was parked on the curb, keys jingling noisily in the blokes hand as the medals tapped against one another. Lionel walked a few feet ahead of Ollie, ready to take an actual shower and bid the criminals, he’d wound up involved with, goodbye. He didn’t bother knocking on the door to his own home seeing as it was his, but the second he opened the front door, he wondered if he should’ve.

The hollow moans and broken-record cries that filled the house were enough to make his blood hot. What the hell was going on and who the hell was making those sounds?

At first, he didn’t even think of your name. He’d never heard sounds that sounded remotely like that ever fall from your lips. You were a quiet lover, a limp one. But as he began to frantically search the downstairs for you and the gangster he’d left you with, he was forced to come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, his wife whining out alongside what could only be Alfie Solomons. His stomach twisted enviously, but his heart didn’t pang. Lionel didn’t feel betrayed at all — he felt only anger. Had this been Alfies sole purpose of getting him out of the house? So his punishment could be to come home to the criminal screwing his wife? A large part of him didn’t even care, but the part of him that held the struggle to manage even just a sliver of anger.. it was like an explosion internally. Lionel was red in the face, ready to tear Alfies head off.

Truthfully, he had no desire anymore to have sex with you or love on you like he had during your first year of marriage.. but he didn’t want any other man doing it either. He just wanted you to exist.. you didn’t need a loving touch from any other man. Or from him. He stepped forward so he could clamber up the stairs and throw open the door to his bedroom, but Ollie swiftly stepped in front of the stair way, halting him from going any further.

No. Alfie hadn’t come here today with the intention of sleeping with you. Ollie knew that. Alfie would’ve said something. And he also knew, since it had happened unaccording to the plan they’d gone over a million times the previous night, that Alfie would want no interruptions.

“Out of my way!” Lionel bellowed to the bloke in front of him. “Mate, I will fucking punch you.” The bloke in front of Ollie threatened him lowly. Ollie was unmoving. His face was calm. He laid his hands on the rails, shoulders shrugging.

“And if you do, Alfie will do worse to you. Trust me on that one.” His head bobbed, demeanor entirely too relaxed and nonchalant over this entire situation.

Alfie looked over his shoulder, hips continuing to buck toward your own at an impossible speed. His thumb rolled your clit repeatedly before rubbing it when he heard your breaths quake. He could hear the loud shots from downstairs, the pounding on the wall which he was sure was Lionel trying to get your attention. Alfie looked back down at you.

You were in your own little world. Your arms were stretched high above you, fingers wrapped around the railing of the headboard. Your eyes were closed peacefully and your mouth hung open in a wide O, brows drawn together in an intense crease. He studied you intently before leaning in and pressing his mouth against your throat. You moaned out quietly before tilting your head so that you could give him more room to explore.

“Oh... Alfie.” Your toes curled.

Alfie bit your neck playfully, succeeding instantly in his attempt to pull a little giggle from your throat. You moaned out directly after before beginning to rock your hips toward his just a little bit harder and faster. Your pace didn’t quite match his, but it didn’t matter to him. He took ahold of your hips in his palms and pinned them to the mattress before beginning to ram himself into you. He was determined to move this quickly and this firmly until you were so paralyzed by ecstasy, you wouldn’t know if you wanted him to stop or keep going.

Lionel clenched his jaw and stared at the ceiling as your cries grew louder and fell from your lips more often. Alfie grunted with every thrust, little breathy whines playing in with the sounds. It was music to your ears, hearing the big bear of a man pathetically whimper because of how good he felt. It took absolutely no time at all before every muscle in your body clenched and your stomach began to flip repeatedly. Every ounce of warmth seemed to travel south to your groin where it almost tickled, then tingles, and then an explosion of relief flooded you. It was a mind-numbing feeling. One that left you panting, breathless, shaking. You felt exhausted, but your insides were still tightly clenched around the man, begging him to just stay there forever. Your climax left you feeling weak and worn out so the second that he’d emptied himself inside you, he slowed, dragging out both of your climaxes before he slid out of you and collapsed at your side.

Your sweaty cheeks lifted with your toothy smile. Lifting your small hand to his hot chest, you shyly moved toward him, testing to see if he’d let you snuggle up to him. His arm opened, lifting out of your way so you could come in as close as you pleased. You let out a soft hum of delight before locking your leg around his hips and setting your head on his big, broad shoulder. He laid his arm around you, fingers tracing your hip, up along your side to your ribs.

It was peacefully quiet, neither of you thinking about the man downstairs or his endless shouting. All you could think of, as you lazily twisted the hairs on the front of Alfies chest, was how you wished he was the man you’d ended up with instead of Lionel. It took a few more moments for the pair of you to catch your breath before you sat up in bed and pushed your curled locks out of your face. Sliding off of the mattress, you brushed your palms along your soft skin before moving toward the vanity. Alfie watched you closely, arms lifting to fold beneath his head as he studied the way you came to a halt at the dresser. You pinched the wedding ring and smoothly slid it off before opening the top drawer and tossing it inside. Drawing your lips in, you stood there for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

Alfie rubbed down the length of his face repeatedly before climbing out of bed and moving toward his discarded clothes. He began to re-dress, but his eyes were unwavering from you. “Pet?” You looked to him. “You, yeah, still want that fucking job?” Your head bobbed softly. “Right, well, you’ll start tomorrow, if that’s alright, and.. if you ever need a place to stay that isn’t so fucking toxic, as I’m sure it’ll be after today, you can always stay around mine.” He offered quietly as he began to button the front of his shirt. You sent him a lazy, grateful smile before crossing the room.

“Careful, Mr. Solomons, your word choice is exactly what brought us here.” You looked to the bed before brushing his hands out of the way and taking it upon yourself to continue to button his shirt.

“Yeah?” He grinned cockily. “How’s about I take you home with me then, now. I don’t think he’s gonna be too fucking kind to you when you see him, is he? And I’d have to break something if he were to lay a hand on you.”

“Hes never hurt me before, Alfie.” You promised the man before laying your hands on his stomach. “I’m okay, really. It’ll be alright.” You didn’t want to go with Alfie. You didn’t want things to move too fast. And it weirded you out how much you craved to be with the man in front of you. Eager for work. Desperate to take him up on his offer to spend the night. You leaned up on your toes and stole a soft kiss before wrapping your arms around his middle. Alfie grumbled out against your mouth before lifting your arms and drawing them around his neck instead. The action forced you to lift up on your tiptoes, but he was more than happy to assist you in balancing. He locked his arms around you, continuing to kiss you at a very lazy pace. It was slow, warm, and it left you feeling heavy. “I need a hot shower.” You told him softly when the kiss came to a close. You playfully bit his bottom lip, dragging it out and down as you lowered yourself back down to your flat feet. You released it when you distanced. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Alfie couldn’t help but smirk. His hand moved to his trousers, lugging them all the way up and into their rightful place before he zipped and buttoned them. He watched you disappear into the bathroom before he slipped his feet into the toppled over boots and hunched over to tie them. He swallowed thickly. He felt as if he was growing to be attached to you rather quickly... Since when did he let himself be so weak toward a woman.. and since when did it not bother him? Alfie pulled the bedroom door open and moved out into the corridor. Walking down the hall and toward the stairs, he halted at the top.

Ollie was in the middle. Lionel at the bottom, banging on the wall.

“That’s a real fucking mood killer, you know that, mate?” Alfie piped up. His hand moved to the front of his trousers, fisted hand opening in order to force the front of his shirt into his slacks. He tucked the material away as he began to descend, fingers brushing against his belly with the movement as he continued to shove the white fabric into the waistband of his slacks. His brows twitched, waiting for Lionel to respond cockily. Lionel knew better than to take up an attitude with Alfie Solomons. “Now, mate, you clearly have something you wanna say, yeah, so let’s fucking hear it.”

Lionel was still. Silent. Afraid. “Alfie, you..” His voice faltered. “Were you just...”

Alfies ears twitched. “fucking your wife, mate?” His lips curved in the faintest as he began to descend, only coming to a stop when he’d reached Ollie. “I was, lad, seeing as you weren’t fucking doin’ it, and if you were, you weren’t doing it right. Lass is gonna be awful sore tomorrow, but I’ll be sure and take good care of her, seeing as she is my new assistant.” Alfie looked toward Ollie. “Just an extra set of hands, right, we could always use a pair.” He clapped his hand down against Lionel’s shoulder, squeezing it before he passed by the men completely. He grabbed his coat and hat from the rack before dragging the material on and looking back toward Lionel. “I’m safe to assume you did what was needed, right, and I did what she needed so.” He opened his arms, shrugging. “We’re even, yeah, consider your debt finalized and you are once again neutral. Won’t be bothering you anymore,” He twisted around to leave, but didn’t make it very far before he looked back toward Lionel. “and Lionel, yeah, don’t try and stop the girl from coming to work. Don’t shout at her or do whatever it is you’re planning on doing right now, alright? Because I assure you whatever you put her through, I’ll see to it that you go through much worse.”

Ollie pat the man’s back before retreating from the room directly after his boss. He paused in the doorway, hand curling around the front door handle. “Open or closed?” He inquired, still just as nonchalant as before. He studied Lionel, noting the man’s faraway gaze. He was silent. Unmoving. “Closed?” He shook the handle, attempting to get the man’s attention. When it didn’t work, he almost smiled before stepping out of the house and slamming the door shut directly behind him.

Ollie climbed into the same car as Alfie, both of them dropping back against the seats and sending lingering looks toward the home.

“Did you plan to...” Ollie started.

“No, mate.” Alfie cut him off.

“But she went with it?” He continued.

“Initiated it.” He nodded before laying his hands on the steering wheel and studying the house.

“And she’s really gonna start working with us?” Ollie pulled a sweet out of his pocket and pushed it past his lips.

“Yeah, mate, anything to get her out of there.” He let out a breathy sigh. “She’s quite sweet. I think you’ll like her.” He turned over the ignition. “But let’s just get one thing straight, right, I am pursuing this one, alright, I’m interested in her so you just keep your distance.” Ollie defensively lifted his hands before shaking his head in amusement.

Ollie had a tendency to flirt with the younger women that came around the distillery. Be it for a delivery or because their father worked for Alfie, when Alfie saw them, he never approached because he knew they’d pick the lanky, shaggy-haired boy at his side. Not him. He was far too old. He looked back to the house. Or maybe just older. You seemed to like him just fine.

The car pulled out of the driveway before driving off and into the fog infested streets. It was no longer than thirty seconds before the black vehicle was invisible, swallowed by the large cloud that loomed throughout the whole city. Ollie laid his head back against the seat and Alfie tried to silence his thoughts, each one revolving around you. Things were most certainly going to be different from here on out — and all because he’d let himself be, for just a few months, a debt collector.

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Part 1

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hereforaus · 6 years ago

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Now Breathe

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: bodyguard!jungkook , rebel!reader , numb!reader, smut, angst

“people invading your personal space is one of the top most annoying thing to ever exist on earth and your overprotective politician mother hiring a personal bodyguard for you didn’t help at all”

wordcount: 2k+

WARNINGS! : 18+ , foul languages, smut and violence on future episodes

A/N: this is my first fic and i hope yall like it. This is completely unedited but i want to post it now. This part is just an introduction to reader’s pesonality. Literally all the happenings is to describe her as a person. The plot is so so far from unfolding so yeah,,,message me if you want to be tagged for the next episodes : )

part 2

“Mom please!!!! just this once okay? I promise i’ll come home all in one piece”

You’re practically giving your all with your little show of being in so much pain in front of your mom just so she can let you go to the concert you’ve been dreading to attend eversince forever with no company from her baggy shabby body guards.

“Im telling you I’ll be okay without those unnecessary bouncer looking body guards of yours. Just this once please? huh? huh?”

“First of all those body guards are skilled okay? don’t underestimate them.” Oh yeah here she is again. You have to remind yourself to not roll your eyes in front of her for you to not lose your last hope of getting a peaceful concert experience without some random guys boring holes at the back of your head the whole time. “And second, what makes you think I’m letting you get outta this house without those body guards when that concert is practically a 3 hour drive from here?”

Sigh. You already know where this is leading.

“Take it or don’t attend sweet pea, no more argument and go to bed please it’s close to midnight you still have classes tomorrow.”

What else can you do? Oh yeah nothing.

That said night, you have to climb down your way out of your room so you can have a peaceful time with yourself on the seaside. You like being alone most of the time to get things done with your art and music but sometimes the silence in your room is becoming too much for you to the point that it suffocates you and the only thing that can really help you is a fresh air and the cold but soothing sea breeze. Environment is a medicine, you don’t know if that works for other people but for you it surely does.

“I don’t know but he just told me he wants space for now and that we both have to cool down for a while.”

Lea. She’s been your friend eversince primary school. How she managed to endure you through out these years is still a mistery for you but you love her nonetheless. She’s one of the most precious things in this world that you can’t afford to lose. She’s like a treasure that you so luckily found under the sea and you don’t understand why of all people who is deserving of her, you’re the luckiest one who found her.

“Maybe he needs time to breathe? You know sometimes things become too stuffy for us and all we need is to breathe?” he doesn’t feel thrilled anymore. His heart doesn’t beat fast the way it did like before. He’s not happy anymore.

“You know we can talk about it. He doesn’t have to go through it alone. We can fix everything that’s wrong together” You hate to see her like this, completely helpless and vulnerable in front of you. The before sparkly now glassy eyes, a true indication of pain, confusion and frustration

“You know there are times when you need to help each other to find the way out of the misery but there are times where you need to find yourself first in order to do it right and for that to happen a person needs to spend time with their self alone” he doesn’t want to figure it out with you because he already knows the answer

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he needed time to think and find himself first.”

I wish that’s really the case.

“But it hurts that I have to wait for him to fix something that I don’t know what is. He’ll have to find himself while leaving me alone in this misery, waiting for him to fix it without knowing if he will comeback after he find the answer.”

“Time can fix anything you know.” but not everything. “so give him that” cause you don’t have any choice but to.

The shiny glass covering her eyes has now broke into tears and sobs. You really hate this. You wanted to tell everything that’s in your mind without hurting her further but how could you tell someone that you don’t believe in love? that there’s no such thing as falling in love and falling out of love because you believe that falling in love in the first place is just all made up by some weird ass part of the body called brain and nothing more. How could you tell her that a person’s feelings can never be the same overtime and that the only constant thing that she could hold into is change alone.

No you can’t tell her. You don’t wanna be the reason for her tears and as much as possible you don’t want her to feel numb. You don’t need another person like you. You want her to feel different things other than not feel anything at all. Numbness will save you from the pain but feeling is a strange thing that can make a person happy, something that you lost a long time ago.

You let her lean on your shoulders until your shirt is soggy and waited until her sobs turned into small whimpers and hiccups. When it does you spoke: “Tell me something funny”. For a normal person, that small statement could have been strange (cause she’s supposed to be the one asking that) but somehow for the two of you, those words are the only ones that was able to put a small smile on your bestfriend’s face. She’s now lifting her head while wiping her tears using the back of her hands, a small smile imprinted on her lips.

“Never in a million years have I thought that me sobbing in front of you is the only way for you to tolerate my dad jokes. I should’ve known sooner”

“Don’t be too touched. Im giving this one for you because you look ugly crying like that and I can’t afford to wet my shirt further” You rolled your eyes, your right hand making its way to your pillow to throw it on her way.

“Hey!!! Just say you have a soft spot for me, no need to be aggressive for nothing” She’s practically grinning right now. You swear to god you wish you can shut her up already.

“If I knew you will be acting like this I should’ve just let you sob there until your eyeballs fell out”.

“If that’s what helps you sleep well at night, I’ll just bury the fact that you don’t want your dearest friend crying because it hurts you too. Who would’ve thought that Y/N has a kryptonite and that so luckily turned out to be me”

“Oh please your nacisissm suffocates me. Get out of my room now!” You said voice stern but not too much to actually hurt her.

“Goodnight love” she said seemingly happy as if she didn’t pour a whole bunch of tears just now. Just like that, she grab her bag and left with the biggest grin on her face that week but you know it’s not going to last because the moment she step foot on her constricted bedroom, the tears won’t help but fall and the sobs won’t have to ask for permission to come out relentlessly.

The following day you’re dressed in an extra large shirt partnered up with sane cargo pants and reebok sneakers. Coming out from your bedroom, you saw your mom downstairs talking to a tall man dressed in normal white tees and ripped jeans, your mom seemingly spewing words you can only assume to be reminders on how to take care of you during the concert and some precautionary measures on how to not lose you in the process. You rolled your eyes, purposely letting your stomp on the wood floor be heard to signal them to hurry up whatnot is left to be talked about. By the time you reached the door, the said man you don’t know the name (and is not planning to anyway) is already behind you. He smelled of vanilla soap and you noticed that he’s much taller than you, probably 178 to 180 cm. In no time, the both of you are already seated on the car. You took the passenger seat cause you like taking care of the music and that is most definitely your favorite spot while mister body guard took the driver’s seat. So he’s not just the body guard for the day but also the driver. This is going to be too easy.

“You know what let’s have a deal” The easiest way to get what you want is through talk and you know more than anyone else how to get the thing that you want from someone through words.

“Nice to meet you too miss Y/N. Your mother clearly is right. She warned me that you’ll have to ask me for a deal through out this whole drive in order to lose me and watch the concert alone. She knows you really well.”

Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. This won’t do. You didn’t see that coming.

“Do you really think that i’m going to pay you or something for you to let me go to the concert alone?” You fake smile towards him. The first time you see his features clearly and god is he ethereal for a body guard but that’s none of your business because clearly you have other things to fix.

“Maybe not pay? I don’t know, you seem more capable and smart than that, your mother told me”

Oh yeah your mother. You wouldn’t be surprised if she told him your whole life story.

“You’re taking your job too seriously, I was just gonna ask if I can suck your dick or something because you’re pretty hot but I guess you really are not into that kind of things.”

It’s his turn to be caught off guard. You will not back out to this, you are more capable on controlling a person just like what he says and that exactly is what you’re going to do now.

You almost missed the shade of pink on her cheeks because soon it’s gone and back to its normal shade. This person is something else, you know it. You need to step up your game in order to win it.

“I dont know your plan but i know that you’re up to something. Miss Y/N that’s not gonna work with me.”

This is harder than you thought it would be.

“Yadda yadda. Believe what you want sir” If you can’t get him with a talk, then there’s a whole other plan lined up just for him, you dont know until to what extent you can go but you surely know one thing, you’ll have the last laugh.

Two and a half drive. Thirty minutes before you reach the arena. There’s no sounds but The 1975 playing on the speaker of the car connected to your phone. Your bodyguard spent most of the hours concentrated on the road in front of him while you are lazily nodding your head to every song from your playlist, your head leaned on the window most of the time while you look at the trees and houses you pass by.

“Pull over. I need to pee” You said pointing to your right where variety of drive thru fastfoods can be found.

“Sure miss”

Sure my ass.

You’re walking in front of the restroom seperated from the restaurants when you notice your body guard suddenly came to a stop.

“Aren’t you going to come with me inside? I mean I might slip out?” You said voice mocking.

“No need miss, I’m just going to wait for you here” His voice is never not stable and you wonder just how some people can’t be like him. You like how confident he is and unflappable almost.

“You know what my offer from earlier is still up.”

He seems confused at first but in no time, he came into the realization and there comes his wide eyes and rosy cheeks on full display for you.

“You act like a virgin” And then you smirked and left. Teasing him is fun and you decided you’re up for that.

It’s not like you to throw out things just carelessly because you treasure everything under your property but you don’t have any choice now. Wrapping up all your colorful clothes together, you throw it to the bin. You’re now in your black fitted shirt and denim shorts. You decided to remove your bun too. The only reason you wore those huge ass t shirt and cargo pants is in order to have another pair of clothes inside for the sole reason of disguising and you’re pretty much sure that this time it will work. Holding your wallet containing money and two of your tickets (one from your mother and one you bought for yourself because sure as hell the ones from your mom has the seat next to your body guard), you leave the bathroom acting so casually as if your bodyguard isn’t just standing there outside the restroom.

When you reach the nearest cafe without a body following behind you, you let a smirk make its way to your face. Bingo. Now you wait for your uber driver.

You can’t be more happy. You’re going to see your favorite artist and will be able to dance like crazy without a single soul caring. Holding your ticket, you hand it to the person standing on the entrance and eventually you’re inside the venue. You chose to buy a standing ticket because you’re pretty sure that this concert will turn to a party in the middle and you want the best experience to enjoy the music that you waited for so long to hear live while your body act on its own.

Three hours and it’s almost past midnight. The band is playing their last song. You’re physically exhausted for spending the whole time singing the lyrics on the top of your lungs, screaming and dancing nonchalantly. You can feel the energy being drained out of your body. It’s a good thing that the band decided to end the whole concert with a soft melody song about heartbreak (or is it first love? you don’t know. you don’t really care since it’s your least favorite). You close your eyes listening to the song while swaying your whole body. You feel peace while listening to the soft melody and you can’t help but continue doing that until 30 seconds before the song would finish. The moment you open your eyes, you see him. His eyes, was it like this earlier? As if it holds the dust in the universe in it? His mole under his mouth, was it there earlier? Everything looks so real and clear and for a moment you thought it was real when suddenly.

“Did you enjoy the concert miss?”

“How exactly did you find me” You allowed yourself to look at him for a second before bringing your eyes back to your phone to scroll for music while again leaning your head on the window just like earlier.

“Let’s say I waited just a couple of distance from the entrance and I saw you there.”

“You’re impossible” He smiled. Oh he smiled? “So you saw all of that?”

“All of that miss”

Fuck.

“You’re a creep”

“You dance well”

At that you hiss.

“Fuck you”

He’s annoying.

“You lost in this one”

“You did your job pretty well. Let’s not see each other again. Yeah?”

“Im afraid that can’t happen”

Now you’re utterly confused. “What? Why?”

“Your mom just hired me to be your personal body guard from now on and not just for today. It’s a pleasure to serve you Miss Y/N. I’m Jeon Jungkook”

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Diversification can Kill your Returns

Diversification Can Cripple Your Returns

Summary

A method never talked about. Over trading now is an enemy. This method teaches control. You seldom ever hear this approach being discussed in the media.

Why doesn’t the media talk about a concentrated portfolio approach,

The answer seems obvious.

A portfolio made up of only a handful of equities doesn’t promote trading. Brokerage firms are one of the largest advertisers within financial news networks. These are the folks that make trading for a living look so easy. The want you to trade trade trade! So it seems obvious why they wouldn’t promote such a strategy that doesn’t involve churn. Finance websites need clicks and advertising dollars to stay alive. The cost per click for terms related to stocks, brokers, and trading are very expensive. Terms such as “best online stock broker” are some of the most expensive searches on Google costing anywhere from $3.00 to $50.00 per click. So they have an interest in promoting active trading. So it should be no surprise this strategy gets no respect and even ridiculed by the media,

The strategy I am speaking of has worked for many including our members. The only regret is not giving it a name long ago. We gave it a tagline called the “12 Trades per Year Portfolio”. In hindsight maybe it should have been called 7 trades per year or 9 trades per year. You get the drift that we are having a hard time making it to 12 trades.

What this is not.

I am speaking of the elimination of over-trading. Over-Trading is an easy mistake to make. We have all been guilty. Boredom sometimes make us put on a trade we shouldn’t. A financial guru talking about option activity in a stock is off the chart and a buyout could be in the works can cause a trade that shouldn’t have been. The thing is you can fix this starting now. Just don’t do it. Simple as that. Stop it and stop it now. If you do nothing else and stop this bad habit now you will see an immediate payoff. This isn’t rocket science, it is basic self-control. Don’t enter a trade without the full confidence risk reward on your side. Even then you will have your losers so don’t compound it any longer by making too many trades.

Billionaire investor Warren Buffett famously stated that diversification”is protection against ignorance. It makes little sense if you know what you are doing.” He is basically saying diversification is for the average.

How to carry out this strategy.

Stay in touch with the news flow. Keep yourself informed and wait. You are waiting for an event. What event, We don’t know what we are waiting on but we know one is coming sooner or later. While you are waiting, exercise your throwing arm by making notes about stocks you think will rise or fall. For instance, if the news of the week is “Gold is going to rise”, make a note of what you think will happen in the next week, month or year. Make notes of stocks and sectors you think are overvalued and undervalued. Try to find upcoming trends and what the media might be talking about in the next 3-6 months like we did with Nvidia (NASDAQ:NVDA). We were writing about it in March when it was trading at $32.00. This will start getting your throwing arm ready. Like in sports you are training. The more you do this the stronger you become. Without proper training, you are doomed to fail. Also, surround yourself with like-minded thinkers. Seek them out. You will eventually become a product of the people who surround you. Do this and when the “event” presents itself you will have the confidence to act. You will not be afraid to go into a position with size.

The “market” is a big crybaby.

I hate it when pundits treat the market like a person.

The “market” wants this or that. The “market” wants rates to stay the same or wants a rate hike. Are you kidding me, These statements are coming from educated people! I want you to take notice how many times you hear someone in the financial media make a statement about the “market” as if it is a person. They speak of it as though the market is an all-knowing being. You listen to them enough and you would think the “market” is a 5-year-old child crying over candy! The “market” is made up of people. Guess what, People are driven by 2 main emotions.Fear and greed. Once you realize that fear and greed are the main drivers of this whole game, only then can you begin to see mispriced stocks due to these emotions. Once you get some time exercising under your belt you may then start the actual process of implementing this strategy. This is where the rubber meets the road.

Proponents of efficient market hypothesis say that any new information relevant to a company’s value is quickly priced by the market.

This is the biggest load of bull dung ever sold to the investing public. If this is true how did I and a handful of friends make a small fortune by buying HealthSouth at .19-.40 cents and sell it not long afterwards for $6.00, Talking about a prime example of fear and greed! This was a classic case. Even though I did make the highest percentage return of my career on this play, I look back and think of how I should have bet bigger. I still get an occasional phone call from people who I shared the HealthSouth trade with say “I wished I had followed you” or “I would have made a fortune had I listened”. That’s the thing with investing, trading, speculating or whatever name you choose, you can almost always look back and see where you could have done better. The same holds true with life in general. Don’t let those once in a lifetime events leave you on the sideline.

Warning:This method can be boring.

This is where it can get very boring. We wait. We wait and we wait more. We start thinking this should be called “No Trades per Year” because it is boring. We think the opportunity will never come. We wait more. But sooner or later it comes.

A few recent examples.

Sometimes it comes slow and gentle like the Oil trade alert on February 12, 2016. This play felt like it was in slow motion. Almost every talking head was saying $20.00 Oil was coming. To listen to the media that week the oil producers were going to start paying us to fill our vehicles because it cost too much for them to store it, and stupid low prices are here forever and there was nothing anyone could do. I will never forget thinking of the old simplistic saying “Be buying when they crying and be selling when they yelling”. It just seemed so obvious. So United States Oil Fund LP (NYSEARCA:USO) was the vehicle that was chosen to trade at $7.81. USO traded near $12.00 towards the end of May. It felt so easy.

The United Rentals (NYSE:URI) buy in January at $46.60 didn’t feel as obvious as the oil play when thinking about it in hindsight. United Rentals wasn’t a media stock darling and seldom gets a mention. The alert went out while the conference call was taking place. The stock closed at $55.84 the day before and was down more than $10.00 on the earnings miss. This felt like a big overreaction. We knew there was no danger of a bankruptcy or any real liquidity issues. It was the classic case of a stock getting punished over a quarter to quarter miss. United Rentals traded at $49.46 only two sessions later and hit $51.08 five days afterward. Those that did sell around those price levels have nothing to be ashamed as it retreated to $43.34 on February 11. But those that stayed with URI are looking like a stock picking Rainman as $82.12 was the closing number on August 23. But guess what, We closed the position for the member alerts portfolio on April 27 at a price of $68.07 causing the portfolio to miss out on the next $14.00 of profit. Do you see how you can always look back and see how you could have done better, You can’t get too caught up in what you missed but you can learn from the event. A ride with just 1000 shares turned $43,000 into $68,000. A percentage that is seldom achieved in a ultra-diversified portfolio.

Holy Grail,

This is not the Holy Grail. Is this method bullet proof, No. Is the risk higher, Depends on which academic pundit answers. I can say I like the chances of picking 5 stocks over a 12-24 month period than say picking 20-50 stocks. I like the odds better as I can control my risk even more by only entering stocks I feel confident. The risk level is up to the individual. You must have a mental disaster plan in place. In a highly focused portfolio, one should always have a proper escape plan. This can be accomplished with stops and/or by taking insurance on your play via options. Most common method is adding puts equal to the amount of shares you own. This gives you a known risk amount. Others may choose not buy insurance if the confidence level is high. It boils down to risk tolerance and personal preference.

This method isn’t for everyone. A person could choose to do this with only a small portion of their portfolio. But once you realize the “market” isn’t an all-knowing entity and “Fear and Greed” plays a huge role in the “markets”, you then become a better investor.

#Coin Talk

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