arms entwined

The Signs As Ancient Mythology:

Aries: ATHENA was the great Olympian goddess of wise counsel, war, the defence of towns, heroic endeavour, weaving, pottery and other crafts. She was depicted crowned with a crested helm, armed with shield and spear, and wearing the snake-trimmed aigis cloak wrapped around her breast and arm, adorned with the monstrous head of the Gorgon 

Taurus: CLYTEMNESTRA was the wife of Agamemnon, ruler of the Ancient Greek kingdom of Mycenae or Argos. In the Oresteia by Aeschylus, she was a femme fatale, who murdered her husband, Agamemnon said by Euripides to be her second husband and the trojan princess Cassandra, whom he had taken as war prize following the sack of Troy 

Gemini: ANANKE was the Greek Protogenos of necessity, fate, compulsion and inevitability. Emerging fully formed at the beginning of time and marking the beginning of it, her arms are entwined with Kronos’, encircling the universe. Together they surrounded all solid matter and divided it into earth, sea and sky. She is the mother of Fates. 

Cancer: PERSEPHONE  was a beautiful Goddess/Queen of the Underworld,wife of the god Hades. She was also the Goddess of Spring Growth, who was worshipped alongside her mother Demeter. 

Leo: APHRODITE was the Goddess of love and beauty. She is especially associated with the islands of Cyprus, Cythera and Kos. There are contradicting myths about her birth one describes the Greek Goddess Aphrodite as rising as an adult from sea foam. This was as a result of her father, Cronus, cutting off Uranus’s testicles and throwing them into the sea. 

Virgo: ERIS goddess of chaos and discord, was not invited to the marriage of Peleus and Thetis. Angered, she rolled a golden apple with the words ‘To the fairest one’. Hera, Aphrodite and Athena fought over who the apple belonged to, until Zeus appointed Paris - prince of Troy - to choose the fairest of the three. 

Libra: SELENE is the goddess of the moon. She is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and sister of the sun-god Helios, and Eos, goddess of the dawn. She drives her moon chariot across the heavens. 

Scorpio: NYX was the goddess of the night, one of the ancient Protogenoi. She was born of Air, and breeding with Darkness produced Light and Day, first components of the primeval universe. Alone, she spawned a brood of dark spirits, including the three Fates, Sleep, Death, Strife and Pain. Nyx was a primeval goddess represented as simply the substance of night: a dark veil of mist drawn forth from the underworld which blotted out the light of Aither. 

Sagittarius: ISIS Goddess of love,the moon,magic,healing and fertility.Isis is a goddess from the polytheistic pantheon of Egypt. She was first worshipped in Ancient Egyptian religion, and later her worship spread throughout the Roman empire and the greater Greco-Roman world

Capricorn: NEMESIS goddess of divine retribution and revenge in Greek mythology. She was born the daughter of Nyx and Erebus, while in some versions she is said to be the daughter of Zeus or Oceanus. She was considered the equivalent of divine retribution and was the personification of equilibrium being dealt out within mortals to ensure that happiness and unhappiness came in equal amounts.

 Aquarius: CASSANDRA was the most beautiful of Priam’s daughters, and the god Apollo fell in love with her. Apollo promised Cassandra the gift of prophecy if she would agree to give herself to him. Cassandra accepted Apollo’s gift but then refiised his advances. Apollo was furious, but he could not take back the powers he had given her. Instead he cursed her, proclaiming that although she would be able to tell the future accurately, no one would believe her. 

Pieces: MEROPE was said to have been so ashamed of her husbands crimes that she hid her face among the stars of heaven, and so the seventh star of the Pleiades faded away from human sight.

Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, MATURE CONTENT, sexual situations, +18

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

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1.Wolves   2.Chess   3.Holy water  4.Hold me  5.Market day

6. Flesh

Your whole body is a cry.

Your skin sizzles, your blood boils and all your senses are awake and kicking to life. Each and every one of them are now focused on the man who is by your side. Through the fog that is your mind you discover yourself leaning on his warmth, your hands roaming freely by his powerful forearms and your skin burning because of his mere existence.

Vaguely you realize that you have entered in your heat. And not in chill way.

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Theories (Peter Quill)- Part Two

Pairing: Peter Quil x OC

Prompt: Sequel to Theories (Peter Quill)

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut for daysss.

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I paced the tiny length of my room at least a dozen times, trying to shake off what had just happened between Quill and I. Even with weeks of grazing touches and longing looks behind us, that was the closest we’d come to…to what? What exactly had I been about to say to him before Rocket had interrupted with his imperfect timing? That I had feelings for him? That he was right?

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How The Batboys Hug You (Headcanon)


- Dick is the best at hugs, no contest. He hugs with his whole heart.
- His hugs are just natural and super comfortable. He squeezes you against him like he never wants to let go, trying to convey his love to you through his actions.
- He likes cuddles on the couch while watching movies, and at night he pulls you against his chest and wraps his arms around you securely, tucking your head under his chin.
- He literally takes any chance he can to hug you, at home or in public, and he doesn’t care that everyone knows he’s a big softy. He just wants to show you how much he loves you.


- Jason’s hugs are awkward with most people - short, stiff one arm hugs and a light pat on the back.
- His real hugs are absolute bear hugs. He almost crushes you with his strength, sweeping you up off the floor and enveloping you in his huge arms.
- He likes to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist when you’re doing something, peering over your shoulder to watch.
- When you’re sitting together on the couch he likes to tuck you in under his arm or have you sit in his lap so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder.
- He likes to lay with you sprawled out on top of him, so you can entwine your legs together and he can play with your hair, or just hold you close.


- Tim’s hugs are usually slightly awkward, mostly on account of his slender form and pointy elbows. It takes you a while to adjust to each other enough that you can hug comfortably.
- You usually fall asleep on your sides, facing each other with your legs and arms entwined.
- -Tim sleeps like a koala, and you often wake up with him absolutely wrapped around you and clinging on for dear life. Once asleep it’s almost impossible to wake him, so if you need to get up you have to try and pry him off of you.
- He likes to snuggle you from behind when you’re laying down, face pressed against your neck so he can nuzzle into you.


- Damian Wayne is not a hug person. That is, until he meets you.
- His hugs are always firm and loving. He likes to just hold you against his chest and quietly tell you how much you mean to him, especially if you’re feeling down.
- He likes to keep his arm around you at social events (he’s kind of possessive), and tucks you under his arm when it’s cold.
- If anything ever happens to make him worry about you, he sweeps you up into his arms at the first chance he gets and buries his face in your hair, all the while telling you how worried he was and asking if you’re okay.

Reylo - Anima/Animus - Two Parts, One Whole; a mini-breakdown (anon ask)

Thanks for the great observation anon! Now, what you’re describing is the shadow, which is - I think - related to Kylo Ren/Ben, but not in the way antis think. The shadow is something that must be faced, defeated, overcome - but also accepted and integrated with - that whole yin and yang thing. Accepting the darkness within you, but also conquering it.

I believe Rey’s shadow is Kylo Ren.

Her Animus is Ben Solo.

And the Animus - for the heroine - is a much different matter than the shadow.

It is the heroine’s soul mate, and Jung has some curious things to say that I’d like to touch on.

(Also, yes, it’s true that Kylo Ren and Ben Solo are the same person - I’m not arguing anything like that. But just as Anakin and Vader are these different personas within the same person, so, too are Kylo Ren and Ben Solo. It is an intentionally done thing in Star Wars to separate these characters by name. There is something to be said of the psychology behind a name, and by naming something - or someone - in two different ways, we can learn to separate those different aspects. This - I think - allows us to seperate Kylo Ren and Ben Solo as both Rey’s shadow and Animus. Maybe I’m wrong - I’m not claiming to be THE Jung expert. I read him as a hobby…. but nonetheless, I think I’m onto something maybe.)

Ok so let’s take a VERY brief look at Anima/Animus and what Carl Jung has to say:

So first, Plato’s Symposium is often used to show what the Anima/Animus actually is:

“After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, and throwing their arms about one another, entwined in mutual embraces, longing to grow into one. Each of us when separated is always looking for his other half… And the reason is that human nature was originally one and we were a whole, and the desire and pursuit of the whole is called love.”

So the Anima/Animus are looking for the other half from which they have been cleaved in two. It is about becoming whole - finding balance. Coming back to the origins of Man+Woman = One. There are not two, but rather three: Man, Woman, and Whole.

This means that the character needs more than just a good, supportive relationship with their love interest. Their love interest needs to complete them somehow - in a way that no other could.

This is not about a “match made in heaven” - at least - not for women. This is not a “prince charming” dynamic by default. In fact - I’d argue AGAINST the perfect prince charming based on what Jung has to say.

Now, I have always thought - since my first viewing of TFA, that Rey and (Ben Solo) are Beauty and the Beast. This is largely informed not only by my personal interest in and knowledge of the tale (animated, original fairy tale, AND many comparisons in modern media - such as Buffy the Vampire, for example), but also in my personal readings of the Animus/Anima. It is important to note, however, that Jung - unfortunately - limited his perspective to the male perspective, so what exactly makes the Animus distinct in relation to the heroine isn’t entirely as concrete as it is for a hero… But that doesn’t mean it isn’t there at all, or that it can’t be discussed and speculated on.

Right, so let’s look at what Jung has to say:

“[Anima] archetype is a force; it has an autonomy… You see, you have a certain image in yourself without knowing it of…the woman. Now you see that girl, or at least a good imitation of your type, and instantly…you’re caught. And afterwards you may discover that it was a hell of a mistake…[but there was] no choice at all. [The man] has been captured… That is the archetype…of the anima.”

So, unfortunately Carl Jung has - admittedly - noted that his own observations of the Animus in relation to women’s perspectives is limited. He developed his ideas based on a very limited perspective of the male mind. But we can still get some take-aways from his observation of the Animus/Anima. For the Anima/Animus, one could also conclude from the above that:

1) “…You see a good imitation of your type, and instantly… you’re caught.” This is a sort of “love at first sight,” and speaks to what is often surprising and unexpected. I’ve talked of the parallels of Beauty and the Beast, and in both cases Belle and Rey are first (1) shocked and terrified of their beast’s beast or monster form

Originally posted by spaceandaliens

but (2) upon viewing their beasts TRUE form (for Belle it is the painting of the Beast in the West Wing - for Rey it is the removal of Kylo Ren’s mask), they are surprised, intrigued, and attracted to what they see:

This is the “instantly you’re caught” face. And, although both are a bit in denial of that attraction at first (Belle and Rey BOTH end up running away from their captor into a snowy forest for a confrontation and a moment to test their own compassion for the Beast), Carl Jung next says,

2)”…Afterwards you may discover that it was a hell of a mistake…” So the meeting of the Anima/Animus has a certain tension to it - a push and pull (yin and yang - which as the Anon mentions is very connected to Jungian analysis) - that often leaves both parties reeling. They are certain this person is a “mistake” for them. The tension built here is very important for this dynamic - and in terms of a story builds up drama and romance. It’s really poetic, when you consider it. Both Belle and Rey seemingly suffer for their attraction, and also deny it. They try to run away, and are yet confronted again by the Beast in their effort to do so in the snowy forest. Which brings us to the next point…

3)“…[But there was] no choice at all.” This is the most important part of the Anima/Animus - it is a fated meeting. It is unavoidable - there was never any getting around it. And how do we know that Rey and Ben Solo are fated to meet? Well… there are A LOT of signs in the movie, and I don’t have the time right now to get into all of them - namely what Maz says and some other various bits and pieces. But there is the most important piece of them all.

Rey’s vision.

Originally posted by bensolo-now

Not only is the vast majority of Rey’s vision of Kylo Ren, but immediately after this vision she runs into him while trying to run away from her destiny.

Her destiny is ultimately unavoidable because her destiny is directly linked to Kylo Ren/Ben Solo. He is her destiny - even when she tries to run away from it.

Everything Maz says, the conversations with Han Solo (which people try to use as evidence they are related - but you are missing the point. No, they are fated to meet - that doesn’t mean related, and fits better into this Anima/Animus romantic dynamic), the vision, her attraction and the repulsion that comes with it, and ultimately the compassion she holds for him… They are all signs that these are two people fated to come across each other and change their respective trajectories forever. They will never be the same now they’ve met, and will change drastically because of it.

The big take away here is balance. As you noted, yin and yang are key and we know from visual and story cues that TFA focused on juxtaposing both the differences and similarities between Rey and Kylo Ren.

They play off of each other - they are almost in a dance with each other. He takes from her feminine nature - finding compassion and a “pull to the Light,” with a certain fascination and tenderness unprecedented in Kylo until he meets our heroine. And she, too, takes from him and his masculine nature - pulling from his rage, anger, and aggressive fighting style when she begins to stalk and snarl and clench her fists in that final showdown. However, like yin and yang, they both already have their opposing elements locked inside them. Kylo Ren has always felt a pull to the Light and compassion - that’s why he let Finn go on Jakku. He is also unpredictable with his emotions and extremely vulnerable. And Rey has a certain fierceness and a closed-off nature, where she is resistant to show her own emotion and affection. She is active, where Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is passive. She is cool-headed and thinks before she acts - where Kylo Ren/Ben is hot-headed and reacts on emotion and passion. These are things both will have to learn to balance - the masculine and feminine - the dark and the light between them both.

And when both Rey and Ben discover this balance in each other, they will become whole.

Or so I think at least, given what we have from TFA and the hints from TLJ.

For now, this is all I have time for. I want to do a bigger post on this, the Anima/Animus and how it applies to Rey and Kylo/Ben. But… Jungian analysis is not a light and easy topic to cover, and if I ever do get around to it it’s going to take A LOT of work and thought.

I’ll leave you with this: on twitter Rian Johnson replied to someone that he has been reading up on Carl Jung and Robert Bly. If we want to understand the direction of The Last Jedi, I would guess it’s best to start there.

Thank you for this GREAT ask Anon! Research and thoughtful analysis is how we Reylos always knock down the naysayers!

Smut Week Ficlet Series: A very Good Idea (Reader x Jimin)

Summary: You really should be concentrating on your work, but when Jimin comes home from work a tired, sweaty mess, a very good idea finds its way into your head.

Rated: M

Word Count: 1087

Note: Day 7! The final day of smut week!!!

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Originally posted by 9taefox

The front door opens softly and you look up from the pile of work on the table in front of you, eager for any distraction from it.

Jimin walks into the flat, a faint sheen of sweat still visible on the skin of his chest.

“Hi, baby,” he says, giving you a tired smile.

“Hello, baby,” you say, standing up and intending to pull him into a hug.

“I’m all sweaty,” he protests, holding his hands out in front of him. “And I smell like Jungkook’s feet.”

“I’ll survive,” you say, wrapping your arms around him. His arms entwine tightly around you and he presses you against him firmly.

“Hungry?” you ask, enjoying the musky smell rising from his skin.

“No,” he breathes into your hair.


“I could sleep for about a hundred years, yeah.”

You extract yourself from his embrace and study his face.

“Are you going to tell me I work too hard?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “I was going to say your ass better eat before going to bed if you plan on sleeping for that long.”

“Okay,” Jimin says with a small laugh. “But I’m going to have a shower first.”

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No. 48 I love you

Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! 

 I love you. (Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: smut oral (f receiving), dirty talk (ish) fluff mega fluffy
Word count: 1750 (give or take)
A/N: My first story on here and it’s smutty whooo. Thank you @bucky-plums-barnes  for the opportunity 

Please leave feedback and comments as it’s my first fic on here and I’m mighty nervous!  Aye Carumba!  And also, apologies for errors.  I didn’t have time to thoroughly check grammar etc.  


Barely made it.

Y/N looked for his apartment number and buzzed.  

Seconds ticked away in what felt like eternity, until the light in the upstairs window came on, painting the apartment in hues of orange and gold.

“Yeah,” Bucky responded over the intercom, his voice tired and faint.

Y/N took a deep breath, nervous with the reality of having to answer. 

“Who is it?” He asked sternly this time.

“Happy Birthday” 

The buzzer, pronounced and loud meant she could enter. 

Bucky opened his apartment door shocked to see Y/N  soaked to the bone. Her body visibly shaking from the cold, her lips pale with a hint of blue.  He couldn’t help himself as he pulled her to his chest and hugged her.  His heart weeping when they touched.  

"What are you- what are you doing here? Why didn’t you call I could have- I  would have-” the words dying in his throat. None of it seemed to matter anymore.  Why get caught up in the logistics of their meeting he thought when what mattered, as he caressed her cheek and stared into her eyes, was that she had made the effort to be here, with him as his birthday ended.

And so, Bucky kissed her.  Quick fevered kisses to her cheek, chin and lips for the weeks he had gone without her lips and and knowing it would never be enough he cupped her face in his hands and finally kissed her deep in a dizzying assault compounded out of frustration, relief and love.

Y/N melted under his loving assault and answering the call of his spirit, she greedily kissed him back. Not caring that her lungs burned and she desperately needed air.

Bucky lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist and still kissing, he closed the door with his foot.  

Sexual Hunger pawed at the base of his belly demanded instant gratification. To lay her down right there on the hard cold floor of his hallway. But Bucky knew that would only result in a quick fuck and so, in an exercise of self control he had decided to take the torturous walk towards his bedroom. Rationalising to himself that If he could make it to his bedroom, then perhaps, he could pace himself tonight.   

Using what little will power he had, Bucky carried her towards his bedroom as his lips unwilling to leave hers for the briefest moment, stroked the fire between them.  Unseeing and uncoordinated they bumped into the sofa, only for him to turn her against it, their kisses strained and desperate. His metallic hand gripped the back of his neck pulled her closer, needing to be closer yet it still wasn’t enough.

Y/N started to slip, her wet body sliding down his frame and Bucky determined, hoisted her higher, remembering his purpose he stumbled onward like a drunkard, feeling out the steps of his hallway until his fingertips brushed cool moulded wood, the door frame to his bedroom.

He wasted no time in laying her on the bed, his weight crushing her as their tongue danced against each other.  His fingers found the buttons on her shirt and he tried to undo them without paying them attention, but the task was futile without removing himself from her arms or her lips.  Y/N gasped, as she felt a succession of forceful tugs and the ripping of fabric, her buttons popping in triumph.

Bucky pealed the wet fabric from her skin, bringing forth goose bumps that begged for his touch. Slowly, he kissed her shoulder but his longing for her could no longer be contained and unashamed he licked the length of shoulder and collarbone tasting a sweet mix of rain water and the salt of her skin.

Y/N groaned and held on to his face, awed by his pupils dark with lust and his lips swollen from their ministrations.  He had never looked more handsome or vulnerable or horny for that matter. She smiled at the sight of him. Her nose gently brushed his, “I love you,” she said breathlessly. 

Bucky is stunned by her words, so stunned in fact that he does not reply, his brow is furrowed and he looks confused and Y/N smiles regardless.  

“It’s okay.  You don’t have to say it back.  In fact, I wasn’t banking on you sayi-” But her words are cut short as Bucky’s lips crashed onto hers in a searing hot kiss. He kissed her with all the passion he had felt for her and when he couldn’t breathe anymore,he dragged his lips away and pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I love you too”  Bucky whispered with a smile.

His confession is food to her soul, and Y/N  found herself sighing in relief, her heart swollen with feelings she couldn’t make sense of or quantify.

“You love me?” 

“I knew I was in trouble the minute I laid eyes on you.” he confessed, his voice is coarse, just like his thumb now tracing her bottom lip.  His eyes trail her face lingered now on her lips,  “I knew it the moment we spoke.. do you remember what you said.  What you called me?”

“I can’t for the life of me remember.” she smiled coyishly, knowing full well what she had said.

”You called me an asshole.”  Bucky chuckled, as he unbuttoned her pants and pulled the wet fabric from her legs. Once free, his fingers held on to her panties and she shifted, lifting her hips, giving him permission to take them off. Their eyes locked. Their breathing heavily laboured.

“But it doesn’t matter does it.” His fingers pulled down her panties and threw it aside.   

“Because you. love. me.”  The words stemmed proudly from his lips.  His hands, both flesh and metal, traced the length of her calves, they paused at her ankles, opened her legs for him.

“With all my heart Buck, with all my heart…”   Y/N mewed as he settled between her thighs.  Entwining his arms around her legs he pinned them apart, he licked his lips at the meal laid out before him. 

Already heady and drunk on her scent, his nose became flushed with the the curls of her public hair and then slowly Bucky licked her wet aching core.  He shuddered when he heard her moan as he slowly licked her slit.  The fingers on his metallic  hand divided her pussy lips apart until her clit stood out pronounced, greedily he sucked pulled and teased it, forcing the most beautiful noises from her lips.  He wrote his name with his tongue over and over, he marked his territory by sucking softly at first then harder, only to delve his tongue inside exploring her inner walls.

Not able to get enough Y/N  greedily placed the index finger and middle finger of his other hand into the warm velvety interiors of her mouth and sucked.  Her moans, vibrating off his fingers became a tool to predict just how close she was. 

She took deep breaths, her back arching and then collapsing only to rise again and this time more determined and strained, as Bucky whipped his head and tongue torrid and determined from side to side. She gasped, breath hitched, belly convulsing, her toes curled painfully. 

Y/N was close.  God, so close, that Bucky knew just a flick of his wrist or a change in movement would send her sharply over the edge.

He stopped.  He pulled away denying her release and Y/N laughed in shock and bewilderment.  "No, no no- don’t you dare" she said, breathing hard, but Bucky unnerved and unmoved by her threats, stared at her, his eyes hooded with hunger, while he leisurely sucked on his fingers, enjoying her taste.

Whimpering her fingers moved to her clitoris in desperate need to end her torment and he shook his head.

“Don’t.” His words firm and deep was not a request but an order.
Arresting eyes, strong as steel, light as day, watched her as he took off his shirt, he made slow work of unbuttoning his pants. He can see her visibly shaking, her lips trembling slightly and he crawled on top of her, marrying her wet warm body with his own. Eagerly she leaned in to resume their kissing, but Bucky pulled his head slightly out of reach.

He was teasing her alright and she was powerless to resist him. Right now, desperate to feel that sweet release that only he could give. She was willing to do anything, for the man she loved. Pulling her hair back,  Bucky ravaged her neck, as he wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned himself against her sopping wet entrance.

With one rough thrust he buried himself inside her.  Only for the both of them to gasp.  It took him a minute to compose himself. And when he pulled out again and thrust forward, she was a quivering mess.  He knew she wasn’t going to last long, and he was grateful because he sure as hell wasn’t going to last long either.

His pace is persistent, his thrusts are deep and brutal.  They pull gasps from her lips. They pull moans from his. The bed creaks in satisfaction from their love making and he loves the sound as much as he loves the sound of his cock entering her, it’s slick, it’s heavenly, he moans again.

His fingers intertwine in her hair as him mouth claims every part he can access. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, until, his efforts were focused on her face.

“Open your eyes” he grunted, and when she did she saw nothing but love and adoration, all of it, was for her.

“Oh God, oh  god James,” she whimpered.  His eyes are staring into her soul, as he pounds into her, relentlessly wanting to witness her undoing.

 I’m close- I’m close…Oh god, ah-“ she whimpers against his lips.

‘I know baby.. I know.”  He said, his voice soft and yet, still unrelenting, he kept up his pace, her legs are quivering, her body is shaking and he knows, she’s almost there, he’s trying desperately to hold on, but his  pace is beginning to falter.

“You gonna come for me baby? Not until you say it again.” He whispered his words punctured by each snap of his hips.   

“James - ,” she begged unable to form sentences, 

“Say it for me.  Forever and only me.“ 

“I love you.”  she choked, and he rewarded by using his metallic fingers to fondle her clit.

Y/N’s orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train until all she can see is his face bathed in white heat. Big fat tears escape from her eyes from pure euphoria.  She crumbles beneath him and Bucky lapped at her lips, absorbing her cries  “That’s it baby.  Love of my life, fuck…my one and only…. моя жена ” his voice is shaky as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm.  Her walls milking him mercilessly until he has no other choice but to cum, jet after jet of warm thick cum filling her.

Moments later, when he had rolled off of her and pulled her body close to his, languishing the feel of skin to skin and planting soothing kisses.  She raises her head a little curious. 

“You said something in Russian when we were making love.   What did you say?”  

Bucky kissed her softly and smiled,  “That’s for me to know and for you to find out soon enough.”

I Love You, and Only You (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

Request:   Can you please make a one-shot where the reader is dating Newt but she thinks he still has feelings for his ex (Tina)? Lots of fluff!  - @blackrose22-0

Aghhh I got way off track with this one but I really liked it

H/H: Hogwarts House

I/H: Ilvermorny House

Y/N/N: Your nickname

When Tina broke up with Newt (yes, that’s right.  Tina broke up with Newt.  Not the other way around) for some muscular Auror guy, he was heart broken.  He refused to interact with anyone but his creatures for a week.  You, being his best friend, tried to coax him out of his case.  Eventually he gave in, and allowed you to hold him while he clung to you and cried on your shoulder.  When you lifted his head up to look at him, he looked right into your eyes, studying you carefully.  His gaze fell down to your lips, making your eyes widen a bit.  Newt leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, although you pulled away rather quickly.

“I-I’m sorry… that wasn’t right…,” Newt said quietly.

You thought for a moment.  “But it felt so right,” you said, crashing your lips back onto Newt’s.

He responded immediately, bringing his arms down to your waist.  You wrapped your arms aorund his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.  Newt’s tongue lightly brushed your bottom lip.

You both pulled away breathless.  You spent a good fifteen seconds staring at each other until Newt finally realized something.

“It was you… it was always you… never her.”

You smiled.  “I’m glad you finally noticed,” you replied and kissed his nose.

Ever since that day, you two never mentioned Tina again.  However, you worked for MACUSA, so her name would occasionally pop up somewhere.  

It was around Christmas (deal with it), and MACUSA was holding a Christmas party.  You were very excited to attend with Newt, until you realized something.  Tina was sure to be there with her Auror boyfriend.  It hadn’t crossed Newt’s mind, and you didn’t want to worry him, so you didn’t bother to tell him.  You wanted to have a good time with Newt rather than worry about his ex.  You had thought about just not going, but since you were the personal secretary to Seraphina Piquery, you didn’t exactly have a choice.

As you were applying the final touches of your makeup, you thought of something that made the color drain from your now-rosy cheeks.

What if Newt still has feelings for Tina?  I mean, she was the one to break up with him, so is it possible he still has the slightest bit of love for her?

You set down your lipstick and took a deep breath.

I’m not going to let these crazy and absurd thoughts ruin tonight.

So you walked out of the bathroom, left your apartment bundled in a warm coat and your H/H or I/H scarf, your arm linked with Newt’s.

As you entered MACUSA headquarters, you quickly scanned the crowd to see if Tina was present at the moment.

Thankfully, you couldn’t spot her anywhere.  However, Newt noticed your worried look.  “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“What?  Oh!  Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just zoned out a little.”

“Okay.  But, let me know if you want to leave, alright?” he said, unlinking his arm from yours and entwining your fingers together.

“Of course, love.”

You and Newt weren’t the kind of people known as ‘social butterflies’.  You both preferred to sit at a table and observe the scene.  Occasionally some of your friends would come over and wish you a merry christmas, but not much more than that.  You and Newt enjoyed each other’s company, clearly being the most adorable couple there.

But your smiles faded as soon as you saw her.

There was Tina, bright-faced gripping the arm of who had to be her boyfriend.  You didn’t know his name, but he was tall, well-built, and really handsome (but to you, nobody could ever be more attractive than your Newt).  Tina was laughing with him and some of their fellow Aurors.  

Newt saw your face drop.  “What is it, Y/N/N?”  he looked to where you were staring, and his smile faded too.  Newt took notice that your facial expression wasn’t just disgust, but also worry.  Newt took your hand in his.  “Why do you look so worried, dear?”

You turned to look at him.  “Do you… do you still have feelings for her?” you asked, your face turning into one of sorrow.

Newt looked at you shocked and surprised.  “What?  Feelings for Tina?  Good heavens no!  Why would you ever think such a thing?”

“It’s just… it’s just, you were so heartbroken when she broke up with you, that… it wouldn’t surprise me if you still loved her.”

Newt leaned over the table and took your face in his hands.  “Y/N, listen to me.  She hurt me.  More than anyone ever has before.  But you were the one that stuck by my side when it happened.  You showed that you loved me more than she ever had.  More than anyone has, really.  If Tina didn’t truly love me, then I’m glad she left me.  You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.  A gorgeous lady that loves me for me.  I love you, and only you.”

You grinned, and a tear of joy slipped down your cheek.  “I love you.  So much.”

“I love you too.”

You both leaned in and kissed, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session.  Luckily, Tina turned around just at the right time to see it.

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

headcanon that a part of ghoul wedding tradition is the married couple entwining arms and drinking blood wine

touka, having fun, when someone starts pouring wine into goblets for her and kaneki…. *sudden realisation* “FUCK”


touka whisper-yells to summon nishiki. while she’s pleading for help, kaneki still in a blind panic not-so-subtlety slaps her glass over to stall for time, nishiki to the rescue who suavely refills it with water without anyone noticing

crisis averted 👌

Invisible, Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

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word count: ~1650

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Ficlet Series: Vacation (Yoongi x Reader)

Rated: M (smut, swearing)

Word Count: 2208

Masterpost: Ficlet Series: Vacation


Summary: Yoongi takes you to a special place from his childhood, but the bitter cold weather means his priority quickly changes to warming you up.

A/N: Are you surprised that the first fic out in our new series is Yoongi? If you are, you must be new around here. Please stay and have some tea and biscuits – scrolling through this blog is thirsty work, after all.

If you aren’t, hello old friend! Shall we get to the good stuff?

Originally posted by jeonbase

 Yoongi’s hand is cold in yours as he leads you gently forward.

You stumble slightly and bite back a curse.

“We’re walking on a flat surface,” Yoongi says with a sigh, tightening his grip on your hand.

“I’m not used to being blindfolded like this,” you point out, using your free hand to scratch at the mask on your face.

“Really?” Yoongi says, batting your hand away from the mask with an amused note in his voice. “This is news to me.”

A dark blush creeps into your cheeks. “You know what I mean,” you mutter and he chuckles softly.

Below your feet, smooth, compressed Earth gives way to soft sand and you strain your eyes to see through the dark fabric of the mask.

Where were you?

You catch a whiff of something fresh and salty and the low sound of lapping water reaches your ears.

The beach?

“Okay, stop here,” Yoongi says. He presses your back gently to his chest, entwining his arms around you.

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jennusdemenus  asked:

Sorry if you answered this before, but how and why do you think the incest started between Jaime and Cersei?

Hi! Wow, I wrote way too much for this. I think first a timeline and some text will be useful before we get started.

  • 266 - Jaime and Cersei are born at Casterly Rock
  • 272 - Jaime and Cersei are taken to KL for Aerys’s Anniversary Tourney, though Cersei does not see Rhaegar there. “When she was just a little girl, her father had promised her that she would marry Rhaegar. She could not have been more than six or seven.” (This art by @bidonica​ is my favorite thing.)
  • 273 - Jaime and Cersei are seven. They are discovered by Joanna’s maid. Joanna dies soon after. After the Martells arrive, Cersei sexually abuses Tyrion by twisting his penis; she physically abuses her baby brother on more than one occasion
  • 276 - Jaime and Cersei are 10. Tywin hosts a tourney. Maggy the Frog tells her prophecy. Cersei sees Rhaegar for the first time. Aerys refuses the Cersei/Rhaegar betrothal and he refuses Jaime as Rhaegar’s squire.
  • 277 - At eleven, Jaime is sent to squire for Lord Sumner Crakehall. 
  • 278 - Tywin brings Cersei to court. She is 12. Cersei wept and Jaime raged. 
  • 279 - Jaime wins a squire’s melee, though where this melee took place is unclear. Possibly at the tourney held at Storm’s End?
  • 279 or 280 - Tywin visits Casterly Rock with Cersei. Jaime visits home too. The twins are 13 or 14. Jaime dares Cersei to kiss Tyrion, which she does. Cersei laughs at Tyrion’s tumbling, until Tywin puts a stop to it. 
  • 281 - Jaime wins his spurs against the Kingswood Brotherhood. Jaime and Cersei are known to have slept together at Eel Alley. They are 15.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I would like to request a prompt where Jumin's biological mother comes back to see him after he becomes the head of C&R. It's up to you how it gonna turn out, whether it is angsty or not. Thank u!! :")

I meant for this to be angst but I’m a fOOL ᕦ( ఠ్ఠ _ ఠ్ఠ ˇ)ᕤ 

Anyhow, I’d be happy to do this thank you and have a terrific day sweetheart! Enjoy!


Mr. Han had passed.

They may as well have said his heart had broken.

A combination of the stress and pressure they had told you.

Started by the grief by one failed relationship after another.

Only so much could be done.

Until it inevitably ended.

Jumin had stayed by his father’s side during his last few days, assuring him he’d be fine, even updating him on the C & R’s status, as if he’d be heading to work the very next day. 

But as his heartbeat flattened, Jumin didn’t speak, his eyes wide with a sort of horror and fear you had never seen before. 

He hadn’t even realized he was crying as the sound of his father’s heartbeat stopped, staring miserably at Mr. Han, his brow furrowed and jaw gaping.

Yet no words came out. 

He was speechless. 

But as you wrapped your arms around him, he crumbled.

But despite everything, he was silent. 

He had stayed that way almost the entire night only speaking as you drew yourself away for a moment if only to get a blanket, seeing him tremble.

He had ribboned his fingers with your own, holding you back, his gaze turning to face you, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Don’t,” He hummed. “Don’t leave, please.” 

You gave in the moment he spoke, curling up beside him, feeling his arms entwining around you, holding onto you as though you might fade away with the next breeze. 

You never did.

Yet as time went on, the pain almost did.

Until someone arrived. 

Jumin had taken his father’s place as the head of the C & R company, always calling you throughout the day, always a hint of concern in his words before he’d hear you.

As if you’d be gone too.

Yet this day, you were planning to surprise him, a small gift held in your grip as you knocked on the office door, excitement brimming inside of you.

He opened it to meet you, an almost instinctual smile tugging at his lips as he saw you, chuckling lightly. 

“Darling!” He pressed a fond kiss to your head, ushering you inside of his office. “What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to bring you something!” You grinned, handing him the small gift. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to make this dessert and I finally-” 


You twisted to the door confusedly. “I thought this was your break?” 

“It is…” He frowned, stepped forward. “I’m sure it’s just Jahee with some forms I wasn’t given.” 

But as it unveiled who was on the other side, it was clear it was no mistake.

You hadn’t seen her before, but you knew the moment your husband’s face dropped.

His mother. 


Jumin had told you about her during quiet nights, an unmistakable gloom casting over himself as he retold the tales.

“She drained my family of almost everything we had,” He would confess, a cloudy glint in his eyes. “She’d spend every drop of money we had with us on shopping sprees. She nearly left us bankrupt, threatened us to lose our home, everything we had. You…You should’ve seen my father MC every night he’d break down, and each day they’d fight for what felt like hours. She didn’t even care MC…she just let our family rot.” 

As he would continue he’d struggle to come up with the words, shaking from the frustration. 

“If my father hadn’t left her…we would’ve fallen apart…but my dad he still did.” He sighed. “He kept searching for the happiness he never found with her.” 

And now she was back.

And poison was wound in her every move. 

She gave him a honeyed smirk, dipping her head politely. 

“Jumin! It’s been far too long hasn’t it?”

“…What…What’re you doing here?” He muttered, quiet and petrified. 

“What do you think I’m doing here honey? I’m here to congratulate the new boss!” She laughed meekly, allowing herself in. “I haven’t seen you in so long, you didn’t even invite me to the funeral…”

“Only family was invited.” He growled. “People who cared about my father.” 

“I don’t appreciate the accusation-” She noticed you, her gaze the size of saucers as she saw you, gasping. “Who is this? Is this the famous MC I keep hearing about?” 

She reached out to shake your hand, only held back as Jumin stepped between of you, scowling.

“Don’t touch them.” 

“Where are your manners Jumin?” She scoffed. “I simply want to introduce myself to them!” 

“I-um…I’ve already heard of you before Ms. Myung. No introductions needed!” You laughed sheepishly, Jumin’s arm snaking around your waist protectively. 

“Well…” She huffed, glaring at Jumin, curly locks of sooty hair twirling about her ears. “I suppose it’s good that at least one of you is decent enough to show some manners.” 

“Not that you deserve it.” 

“How can you speak to me that way?” 

“You think you deserve any sort of respect?” 

“How else do you talk to your mother?” 

“You’re not supposed to nearly tear apart your family either, but you had a rather fun time doing that as well,” He shot daggers at her, glowering. “you’re in no position to be upset.”

He jeered. “Why’re you even here?”

“I came here to discuss our policy,” She huffed, snatching out a stack of papers. “Since your father is gone I wanted to ensure there wouldn’t be any changes to the current agreement.” 

“Of course you did.” He shook his head. “Your business is worthless in comparison to our other partners though, C & R gains nothing from keeping you with us. And that’s with an objective point of view.” 

“You can’t just tear me out of this.” She threatened. “I’ve been a part of this business for too long!” 

“And for most of that time, you were tearing that apart!” He remarked. “It shouldn’t even matter to you regardless, you still hold rights to your business, simply sell yourself off to someone else, since you’re so confident in your importance.” 

She weakened for a moment, attempting to grab onto his arm, her son jerking away, almost repulsed somehow.

“You can’t do this to me me…I’m your mother…I-I raised you.” 

He winced, hesitating if only for a second.

“My father raised me, you are a woman who used him for his wealth,” He stared down at her, utterly towering. “I will not make the same mistake.”

“If you talk to me that, I can only the poor treatment you put MC through.” 

You could hardly believe your ears, nearly choking on air as you switched to her, sneering. 

“Unlike you, I married my husband because I love him!” You proclaimed. “I love him more than anything! I don’t love his money, his big house, or any sort of wealth he has! I love him because he’s him!” 

You thought of his delicate, tender laughter, his ridiculous puns he’d murmur to you throughout the day, his enjoyment of stories, and even the simple light in his eyes that would grow as he’d look at you, as though you hung the very stars.

Yet more than anything you thought of his pure desire to make you happy.

You even saw it then, keeping you close, trying to hide away the anger seeping from him.

But as he looked at you, he melted. 

And your heart swelled with warmth.

“He has never hurt me,” You proudly declared, “and I’m not going to let you hurt him.” 

She was baffled, jaw agape, trying to come up with something, anything to say.

But Jumin got to it first.

“If you’d rather had a more grand exit, I’d be more than happy to call security, otherwise, go.” 

She began sentences as she balled her hands into fists, finding herself backed into a corner.

The only option was, to leave. 

And she did.

She readjusted the colors of her jacket, puffing out her chest with some sort of faux pride before storming off, an odd sort of melancholic regret plastered onto her before the door shut.

And for a moment there was silence.

And it sank in.

“Thank you…” He muttered, his head turned to the door, a cloudy fog in his eyes. “I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of her honestly.” 

“I don’t think I could’ve either…” 

“But um…may I ask you something?”


“Did you…did you really mean what you said-before-I mean.” 

You raised your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you, your fingertips lacing within his messy strands. 

“Of course I did,” You spoke quietly, earnestly. “I meant every word Jumin.” 

You pressed a kiss to his nose, smiling.

“I love you for you, nothing could ever change that,” You continued, your heart swelling. “Nothing will ever change that.” 

He laughed beneath his breath, almost in disbelief, pulling you close to him.

“Thank you, darling,, I…I just…” 


“I can’t even put into words how much I love you.” 

you’re still my werepuppy (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by hottguycelebs

Summary: It’s mortifying when the boy you like suddenly can’t stand to be near you.

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: cute (◕ᴗ◕✿) 

This second part was requested by kalajmic.​ You can read the first part here.

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marriedwithjo  asked:

Hi, can I ask you how Tanaka, Asahi, Taketora and Bokuto would deal with a s/o who's very cuddly and always touchy, even in public? Thank you very much! <3

This is actually an ask from before we cleaned out our inbox, because I had already started on it at the time. I finally got around to finishing it, so enjoy!

~Admin Alyx


You wound both your arms around Tanaka’s waist as you walked down the street after dinner. It made walking more than a little bit awkward but you didn’t care as you leaned against his side. He hesitantly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you beamed up at him. You both weaved slightly as you walked, off-kilter from how much of your weight was leaning on him.

“Do you want me to just carry you?” he asked, chuckling slightly.

You were contemplating how he would react if you said yes when you accidentally bumped into someone, too distracted to look where you were going.

“Oh! Tanaka-san!”

You looked up, and recognized the grumpy-looking setter and the little redhead from the volleyball team. Tanaka stiffened for just a moment before he relaxed, pulling you closer.

“Hey, Hinata, Kageyama.”

“Uwaaah! Tanaka-senpai, is this your girlfriend? It is, isn’t it?”

You laughed. “Yeah, I’m ____.”

“Nice to meet you! Gah, you’re so cool, Tanaka-senpai!”

Tanaka chuckled, and you could feel him sticking his chest out at the word senpai. You’d make fun of him for it later, but you were nice enough not to say anything in front of his kouhai.

“How do you walk like that?” Kageyama asked suddenly, staring at your arms locked around Tanaka’s waist with a strangely intense frown.

“Oi! Bakageyama, you can’t just ask things like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, Hinata,” Tanaka said.

“We did bump into you guys,” you said, “so you do have a point.”

“But why–”

“She’s his girlfriend, Kageyama! If a girl would walk with you like that, wouldn’t you?”

“But wouldn’t it be annoying if you can’t even walk normally?”

“We’re gonna get going,” Tanaka interrupted. “See you guys at practice!”

You chuckled as Hinata and Kageyama continued to argue as you walked away.

“Sorry about them,” Tanaka said.

“No worries. Though he does have a point. Maybe you should just carry me.”


You leaned against the school gate, stifling a yawn against the back of your hand. It was early enough that the air still had that misty, half-lit softness to it, making everything seem muffled. Most of the school hadn’t arrived yet; school didn’t start for a while yet. You were sleepy from waking up early, but it was all worth it when he walked around the corner. He still looked half-asleep himself, though a warm smile spread across his face when he spotted you.

You pushed yourself off the gate as soon as he approached, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into him.

“Morning,” you said, though your voice was muffled against his chest.

“Hey,” he replied softly, resting his cheek on the top of your head. Neither of you talked much beyond that, not yet awake enough for much conversation. He asked you about the test you had that day in English, and you inquired about his upcoming practice match, but then you lapsed back into comfortable silence.

Eventually more people started passing by as it drew closer to the start of school. You heard Sawamura calling out both your names, and you reluctantly let Asahi go as he drew away from you. His hand slid down your arm, entwining your fingers instead. You smiled up at him as you both turned to walk towards the school building. When you eventually had to part ways to go to your respective classrooms, you gave his hand a quick squeeze before letting go. You blew him a kiss–a compromise you’d come to after you gathered that he’d prefer you to kiss him in private, not in the middle of the hallway–and he smiled, waving as he walked away.


You spotted him in the hallway, arms crossed over his chest as he talked to his friends. You could tell by the slight quirk of his lips that Kuroo had seen you coming, but Yamamoto had his back to you. You held a finger to your lips to request Kuroo’s silence as you approached.

You snuck up from behind and threw your arms around Yamamoto’s waist, squeezing tight as you turned your face against his back.

He let out a startled squawk, twisting to look over his shoulder to see who it was. Silly. He should have known it was you.

“Hi,” you said, grinning up at him.

“O-oh,” he stuttered, and though you couldn’t get a very good look at his face from this angle, the tips of his ears were definitely bright red. “_____, hey.”

Kuroo and Yaku both laughed at Yamamoto’s reaction. “I still don’t know how you ever managed to get a girlfriend,” Yaku said.

“Neither do I, man. Neither do I,” Yamamoto said, shaking his head as he glanced back at you again.

“We’ll leave you guys alone,” Kuroo said with just a hint of a smirk. “See you at practice.”

“Yes!” Yamamoto said emphatically, watching them go. Once they’d disappeared around the corner he turned around to face you. He wrapped his arms around you, though his face was still red as a beet.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m still not used to this.”

“It’s okay. You’re kinda cute when you’re flustered,” you said with a cheeky grin.

Yamamoto spluttered indignantly, but you just leaned up to silence him with a kiss.


Bokuto was facing away from you, talking to his teammates before practice started. You let yourself take a moment to appreciate the things his athletic shorts did for him, and the way the sleeves of his t-shirt strained slightly over his biceps as he talked animatedly, making wild gestures with his hands.

“Hey, Kou,” you called finally, and he spun around quickly, his look of surprise quickly morphing into a wide grin. He bounded over to the doorway where you stood, and a second later strong arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and you were being spun around in a quick circle.

“Hi,” Bokuto said as he put you down. His arms lingered around your waist though, and you wasted no time throwing your own arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“You left your math textbook in the classroom.”

“Oh. Oops?” he said, offering a sheepish expression.

“I don’t mind,” you replied with a smile. “Gives me a chance to see you.” You ran your fingers through his spiked-up hair, and he hummed happily, leaning into the touch. You caught a few of his teammates rolling their eyes at your PDA, but you didn’t particularly care, and you were glad of the fact that Bokuto didn’t mind either. His teammates’ comments always seemed to bounce right off him.

Bokuto leaned down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. “You’re the best, ____.”

You grinned. “I know. I should let you get back to practice though, Captain.”

You unwound your arms from his neck and reached into your bag for his textbook, handing it off to him.

“Thanks, babe,” he said with a grin. “See you after practice?”

“You bet.”


Dangerous Woman (Part 7) 🌙

A/N: This is the longest chapter I’ve ever updated, so I hope everyone will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 However, here’s a heads-up! This part contains snippets of abuse (mostly physical), so don’t say I didn’t warn y’all! Also, tell me your thoughts after reading! ;) TEAM CHANYEOL? TEAM LUHAN? TELL ME EVERYTHING xx

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Physical abuse, degradation, finger-fucking, blackmailing, use of firearms (mentions of it), violence

Genre: Thriller(?), light smut

Word Count: 8605


Originally posted by luedeer

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | PART 7

“No answer”.

With a defeated sigh, Luhan drops his phone in his lap and rests his head against the pane of the passenger seat’s window. At this time of the afternoon, the sun is blazing down on the streets of Seoul, sending bright and cheery rays breaking through even the darkest corners of the city. If only Luhan’s mood matches the weather as well.

For the past two hours, the drug lord and the receptionist have been trampling through the city, feverishly questioning the people who are associated with (Y/N) or Chanyeol. They’ve questioned Kim Jongin, (Y/N)’s personal butler but the young man has no clue to where the call-girl might have disappeared to.

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Summary: congrats on the 1k!!! could i please get a bucky x reader thing where the reader has been feeling anxious all day and bucky helps them feel a little better? (can it please be where bucky and the reader aren’t together yet?) thank you :)

A/N: Here’s a short and sweet one for the 1K asks!! I’m still accepting prompts but I’ll do the one’s I feel I can execute well first

Word Count: 1218

Warnings: anxiety, mainly just fluffy and cute Bucky being all adorable xx

Originally posted by bovaria

Your heart was pounding. Your palms were sweating and you couldn’t think straight. Your mind felt like a jumble of a thousand emotions and feelings that were all warring with each other and your stomach churned in response to the turmoil in your brain.

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Mr. Laufeyson's Ward

TITLE: Mr. Laufeyson’s Ward


AUTHOR: goddessofmischief

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are living in the late 1800’s and your parents pass away due to a tragic accident. Leaving you an orphan, you are sent to a miserable orphanage. Then, a mysterious and harsh man named Loki visits the orphanage and takes you on as his ward. He brings you to his crumbling mansion in the English countryside, where you face his cruel intentions, and eventually discover that you care for him much more than you’d like to admit.


NOTES: As always, thank you for your patience. Also, I thought I’d share the song that I based the waltz scene off of. It’s not actually a traditional piece of music, but I find it beautiful nevertheless. Enjoy!

Was I just a ploy being used by my master to make Lavinia jealous?
This thought entered my mind as my master and I descended the grand staircase of Asthall Manor, amidst a cacophony of gasps and sudden exclamations, as the rest of the guests began to take notice of us.
I squirmed uncomfortably at this attention, and entwined my arm more securely around my master’s. 

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