Emily: “So, Winston. Lena was telling me she used to not be able take off her chronal accelerator, in the old days.”
Winston: “Ah-ha-ha, yes. How embarrassing; those older models were so shoddy. You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to perfect a localized temporal stabilization field over a wide enough area that would allow-”
Summary - You request time off to help Seth recovery from his injury at home, and the two of you get very close. One thing leads to another, and you end up doing a lot more than helping him recover. (Kevin the doggo also makes a few appearances ;) )
You tell him you want him to spoil you, he says no or yes, you move off text and start arranging a meet, he meets you and wants to take you home, you decline and decide to ask about allowance. He says yadda yadda per month/week/date and you say yes or no and then you start the arrangement if you’re both happy. hopefully its high, probably mid range, and everyone is happy.
Game 2: High Life SB
You do ask him about spoiling you and if he responds accordingly, you then proceed to get as much info on him as you can. You find out that he’s the CFO of some company and makes 1.2mil a year in salary, owns 2 homes, yadda yadda. You decide to play the long game and make him chase you JUST A LITTLE let him wine and dine you for a date or two witha few kisses and suggestive touching but nothing more. You then bring up that school is around the corner and you need tuition, or your car payment, or your rent and make him pay for whatever you need. then after that purchase you make him buy you a superficial item, just to see how he responds then by now you’ve sucked him in and soon he’ll be paying for everything, while the money you make in your full-time job goes straight into savings.
The point here is to do your research, learn the actual potential of your POT.
If he doesn’t earn much he can’t offer much. and you should go the regular SB route and negotiate a per date allowance or whatever. But if he earns a nice amount of money, don’t be afraid to wing it and get him to actually be committed to you turn him into a sponsor. The issue is, if you ever tried to negotiate a per meet allowance with the guy from Game 2, 8/10 times you’ll turn him off, and you’ll lose him cause you come off like a gold digger. Losing the 1.2mil guy vs the 200k guy is a big potential earnings loss. If the 200k guy calls you a gold digger, he probably didn’t have much to offer or he actually looked at his bank account and realized he couldn’t afford you.
Game 2 is for girls with time to spare, which is why you have to do so much research into finding out if he’s actually rich, so you don’t waste time on a poser who took pics in a Bentley at a car show.
Also be aware of when the guy from Game 2: no matter how much money he has, has no intentions of sharing much or any of it with you. Bail. Its not worth it. he’s been stingy all his life and will always be stingy.
After spending two years with the Initiates glued to Obi-Wan’s side, Anakin is chosen as Padawan by Master Windu, who had once been most vocal in objecting to Anakin’s presence in the Order. While the boy still has much to learn, Mace now sees great potential Anakin, impressed by his progress in adapting to the Jedi way. Anakin’s relative comfort with the Jedi is no doubt heavily influenced by his friendships with his peers, namely Garen Muln and Quinlan Vox, but mostly his increasingly deep bond with Obi-Wan, a fellow Initiate only two years his senior.
Anakin is still a bit wary of adult authority figures despite Obi-Wan’s insistence that they only want to help. He is especially careful around men, who he saw abuse his mother too many times on Tatooine. While Anakin deeply respects Master Windu and is more than a little awed to be chosen as his apprentice, he is also unsure of the Councilor’s intentions.
Mace’s former Padawan, Depa Billaba, helps break the ice. Anakin finds it much easier to trust her, unintentionally overlapping her reassuring presence with that of his mother’s. She becomes his closest confidant after Obi-Wan while he slowly learns to open up to his new Master, who patiently waits until he can earn Anakin’s trust.
Harry Styles is a model and the currently most in-demand face in the fashion industry who might be just a little bit too full of himself and Janey Darling is the photographer that knocks him off his high horse… and subsequently off his feet.
this is the rewrite of my 2016 autumn exchange fic with added scenes. about 8.5k words. slightly nsfw towards the end and if you read this far you might as well…
Notes and warnings : Everything is lovey dovey,
Pietro is alive, Author don’t speak Russian, Italic = Translation.
Request : “What about one where
Natasha and Bucky speak Russian and they don’t know the reader can as
well and he and Natasha talk about the reader and his huge crush on
her and the reader hears this and it’s all just fluffy and cute!”
A.N: Hello everyone
:D I’m happy to share with you my last imagine (Even it’s quite short
D:). First thing, if you speak Russian, you can send me a message if
you want to help me to correct the imagine :3 (I used Google
Translate so it’s probably full of errors)
Also, I’m looking
for someone who can correct everything that I write! I can explain
everything in message. /!\ You need to speak English and French! /!\
Who thought you can speak Russian?
Well, apparently, not Natasha and Bucky.
The sun starts to
shine in your room, reflecting on your window, telling you to wake
up. You’re sitting on your bed looking at your clock.
“It’s only 7
a.m… Well, it’s time for a good meal!” You said, jumping from
your bed and going straight for the kitchen.
Outside your room
you have a small talk with Wanda and Pietro, earning a big hug from
her, she is doing that every time she sees you since you saved her
brother. Pietro just looks at your barely covered legs, receiving a
strange look from Wanda.
In the elevator,
you received a hello from Steve and Sam. It’s seem like Sam try to
make the Captain hang out with Sharon. Right before you leave the
elevator you put your hand on Steve’s shoulder and say to him;
“Good luck with
him, Captain!” You’re smiling sweetly at him.
“What does that
mean?!” You heard Sam screaming at you.
Halfway to the
kitchen you recognize the voice of Natasha… Speaking in Russian?
что она тоже влюблена в тебя?” Is she is
talking about you?
know she had a crush on you too, right?”)
“Я так не
думаю, она не говорит, когда я здесь, и
она всегда пытается выйти из комнаты
как можно скореe…” Is that Bucky?
don’t think so, she doesn’t
I’m here and she always
room as soon as possible..”)
talking about you… If only they know that you’re speaking Russian.
“Я знаю ее
больше, чем вы, она определенно любит
вас! Чего же ты ждешь? Хочешь увидеть,
как она разглядывает Пьетро на диване?”
Right after her sentence you decide to enter the room with a big grin
on your lips.
know her more than you, she is definitely in love with you! What are
you waiting for? You want to see her making out with Pietro on the
Hello Bucky.” You’re passing behind Bucky who had a panicked face.
Natasha let out a quick laugh.
даже если она нас слышала, она не говорит
по-русски.” Bucky look at Natasha with a frustrated gaze,
not sure about this information. You’re back facing them, you’re
smiling like a fool.
worry, even if she heard us, she doesn’t speak Russian.”)
ты прав.” Bucky looks at your back thinking about what
Natasha said about you and Pietro.
hope you’re right.”)
“Что я могу
сделать? Признаться ей? Я никогда не
признавался в своих чувствах к девушке,
даже в 40-е годы.” Natasha shrugs her shoulders.
can I do? Confess to her? I never confessed my feeling to a girl, not
even in the 40’s.”)
проблема, не моя!” She says before leaving the
(“It’s you’re problem,
turn your head in his way and look at him, taking a seat in front of
him. You put your chin in your hand.
what was the subject of this conversation?” You asked, looking
right in his eyes.
do you ask?” He said, crossing his arms on his torso, who look
absolutely amazing in this tight shirt…
just curious…” You bit your lips looking at his long hair.
Maybe it's will be
great to run your hands in his hair while he is eati… Wooohoo calm down [y/n]!
After a few seconds, Bucky get
down from his chair coming in your way. He looks at
you and you feel his flesh hand caressing your cheek.
speaking Russian, right?” You stare wide-eyed at him, feeling
You’re blushing like a tomato (that’s a French expression!). His lips look delicious right now… After a few seconds, he
kisses you roughly.
on the cloud nine. His sharp lips feeling so good on yours…
run your hands in his hair, going deeper into this kiss while he
touches firmly your hips.
that is, the beginning of a beautiful love story, between you and
James Buchanan Barnes.
Request: From the prompts ‘Please shutup. I can’t stand how appealing your voice is’ & ‘come here and make me’.
Pairing: Jughead x Reader Description: Moving to Riverdale from France seemed scary at first but when you meet the boy in the beanie everything changes. Warnings: NOPE. I don’t think so anyways. Word Count: 1432 A/N: Idk why I went with French but I did and I kind of really like this. I think anyway. SO, YEAH. LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. ok and like always if ive missed you/you want added to the tagslist just lemme know too.
Being the new girl in town was such a daunting thing. Especially when you’d moved all the way across the ocean from a different country. France to be exact. Nobody knew you and that meant you had to start all over with making friends and a whole new life for yourself. It wasn’t going to be easy that was fure sure but you were determined to make your new start in Riverdale a good one. You were a likeable person - always smiling and being friendly to everyone you met. However, you weren’t sure what the people of Riverdale were like.
Walking through the hallways on your first day was so scary. You’d somehow got it into your head that people would stare at you and whisper about you but nope. Barely anyone paid attention to you. You found your locker on the end of one of the many rows that cluttered the hallway. You were having a hard time trying to open your locker. No matter how many times you put in your code and pulled it, it just wouldn’t budge. Frustration set in and you started cursing in your native language until someone came up beside you.
A/N: Hello everyone! As promised, here is the full ‘Dangerous Woman’ smut for all of you! This is part 1 of the trilogy so look forward to more after this! Part 2 and 3 will not be related to this particular smut so every fic will be based on a different scenario! Hope y’all would enjoy this little baby of mine x
Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader
Warnings: Call-girl industry references, blowjobs, sex in general
Genre: Smutty smut ;)
Summary: In which drug lord! and successful CEO! Luhan goes to a particular call-girl to get his needs fulfilled.
Word Count: 6103
Soundtrack: Dangerous Woman // Ariana Grande
I wanna savour, save it for later
The taste, the flavour
As the CEO of Lu
Corporations, the largest upscale drug company in Korea and China, Luhan is
viewed as the typical, arrogant and loaded young businessman whom everyone
assumes him to be. It’s not exactly untrue; the twenty-six-year-old drug lord
basically sits on stacks and stacks of dollar bills in his Lamborghini all day
long, admiring his flawless reflection in the rear-view mirror and aimlessly
thinking of methods to earn even more money.
Disgustingly handsome and
reeking of wealth and power, Luhan walks the world with unbreakable confidence,
never seen in public without his perfectly tailored suit and his jet-black hair
gelled back with a vengeance. Women clamour to be by his side, dying to look
good on his arm. Yet, for some strange and unknown reason, the young drug lord
chooses to remain single despite the endless stream of females queuing up to be
Nevertheless, the world
views him as one of the luckiest and most successful bachelors out there.
Wealth, glory, power, devastatingly good looks, a smooth-running business, a
diversity of women to date. What’s there for him to complain about?
Well, there is a
teensy little problem for him.
With all the workload and
the useless business meetings he has to attend, he barely has enough time for himself
and although he might be one of the most successful young men in the country,
he’s still…well, a man. And men have their needs that need to be fulfilled,
BTS reaction to you winning ‘Best Looking Female Idol’
Anonymous said: BTS reaction when their s/o gets nominated and wins 1st place As best looking female idol?
Here it is! Sorry it took me so long to get to it, but I hope you still enjoy! ^.^
Rap Monster (Namjoon):
Namjoon wouldn’t be surprised when your name was called out as the winner of ‘Best Looking Female Idol’. Despite this, he’d still have a huge smile on his face when you did win, nudging the other boys as they’d sit in the audience, and saying, “Of course she won, she’s gorgeous.”
He’d grin away, staring at you in adoration, as he watched you climb up the steps onto the stage, your long dress trailing on the ground, your matching high heels emphasising your smooth legs, as your beautiful smile seemed to light up the stage. You’d brush a few strands of hair out of your face as you’d slightly shyly accept the award, saying a few words before bowing, and elegantly walking off stage again.
He’d applaud and cheer as you walked past, flashing a smile at you, dimples and all, causing you to blush and giggle as you took your seat once again.
Jin would immediately stand up, clapping vigorously out of admiration for you. He’d point at you walking up the stage, pointing you out to the other boys, and saying, “That’s my jagi. My jagi won. Do you see how beautiful she is?” The other boys would simply roll their eyes at Jin, laughing as he’d continue to smile hugely, his hands still clapping away.
“Ah…” He’d sigh, blowing kisses to you in the hopes that you’d notice him in the audience. You’d also blow kisses to the audience, and when you’d make eye contact with him, you’d giggle slightly, winking at him as you’d blow a kiss directly in his direction, earning a huge smile from him as he’d over dramatically clutch his chest, leaning back in his seat.
As you’d walk past BTS’ table, he’d pull you in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, and pressing his soft lips to your forehead, causing you to look up at him with big, loving eyes, earning an ‘Aw’ from the other members who’d all applaud for the two of you, as you’d both stand there, gazing at each other in adoration.
Suga, much like Namjoon, wouldn’t be at all surprised when you’d win. A smug smile would appear on his face, feeling proud as he’d applaud and clap.
“You see?” He’d gesture to the other members as you walked across the stage. “I told you she was gorgeous.”
Under the surface, his heart would melt slightly as he’d stare up at you on the stage, admiring the way your dress would fit on you, and the way your hair would effortlessly tumble down past your shoulders, bouncing slightly as you walked around the stage.
“Ah…” He’d sigh lovingly. “She’s so beautiful…” He’d mumble in slight awe, watching as you humbly accepted the award, bowing and continuing to walk off stage.
A huge smile would instantly form on Hoseok’s face as he realised that you had won the award. You would’ve been up against some of the most popular visuals, and so when the host would open the envelope, and slowly slide out the card, before smiling and announcing you as the winner, he’d immediately stand up to cheer and applaud for you, a grin still plastered on his face.
He’d generally think so highly of you, thinking you were beautiful no matter what, without make-up, hair messy and dishevelled, and in sweatpants, or dressed up, make-up done. Either way, in his eyes, you were one of the most gorgeous girls he’d ever see, and so you can imagine how ecstatic he’d feel when everyone else would recognise your beauty.
He’d watch as you delivered a short speech, watching how your eyes would crinkle when you’d smile, hair falling in your face when you’d look down at the ground. He’d find you so adorable, the way you’d nervously fiddle your hands, looking around, only to make eye contact with him and watch him cheering on for you.
“She won?” Jimin would look up in slightly surprise, which would quickly turn into confidence and slight smugness. “I mean, of course she won. Have you seen her?” He’d ask to no-one in particular, his lips stretching into a small smile.
This charade of smugness would only last so long though, before this adorable fluff would break out into a huge smile, eyes crinkling as he stared at you in complete adoration and admiration. The other boys would laugh at his fixated gaze, Taehyung waving a hand in front of his face, but to no avail.
“Ah, how did I get so lucky?” He’d ponder to himself, his heart skipping a beat as you’d stand under the spotlight, your hair framing your face perfectly, your make-up emphasising your features. He’d be the first to start clapping at the end of your brief, but sweet, speech, his gaze still completely fixated on you, as you raised your dress as you’d cautiously walk down the steps.
Taehyung would be in utter awe and amazement when you’d be announced as ‘Best Looking Female Idol’, his mouth forming into a O-shape, looking around at the other members, asking, “Did they just say (Y/N)?”
He’d always have seen you as stunning, but winning this award confirmed that many other people thought the same. He’d press his hands to his cheeks, staring up at you with the most loving gaze, his lips stretched into a rectangular shape as you’d walk across the stage, bowing several times, a pretty smile forming on your face.
“Ah, that’s my jagiya right there.” He’d giggle, poking Yoongi for about the fifth time, who would be sitting beside him. Yoongi would simply roll his eyes, smiling slightly, saying, “Yes, we know Taehyung, so you’ve said for the fifth time now.”
You’d walk past where they were seated, only for Taehyung to jump up and pull you into a hug, rubbing your back as he’d murmur, “You’re absolutely stunning, you know that, (Y/N)?”, earning a smile and a peck on the cheek from you, before you’d return to your seat.
(A/N: Aw, this would be so adorableeeee cx)
Jungkook would wait with bated breath, leaning forwards ever so slightly, as the announcer would slowly pull the card out of the shimmering envelope. Once you were announced as the winner, his arms would immediately fly up in a victory pose, as the announcer simply confirmed what he’d know to be true.
The others boys would sit there, pointing and laughing at Jungkook, whose arms would still be in the air, feeling so proud as he’d watch you, holding up your dress so you wouldn’t trip, your hair bouncing about as you’d walk up the stairs.
Deep down, he’d be in awe and admiration of you, his heart fluttering with love for you. Either way, he’d applaud and cheer throughout your whole speech, still applauding even when you’d walk past their table, causing you to giggle shyly, looking down, your hair falling into your face.
Pan’s hand was laying on my leg as he spoke. The lost boys laughed at his words. They were used to our harmless flirting and just laughed at the comments we made.
We would walk past each other looking the others body up and down and smirking in approval. We would make comments about each other hair and that we wanted to see each other in bed or that we would love to take a peek under that piece clothing but we never really went any further than that except from some small touches on the head and arms.
Tonight was different though. He would stroke my upper thigh and whisper in my ear. It’s not like I had a problem with it. It made me actually want more then that harmless flirting.
Felix sat beside Pan as I talked with a lost boy. Pan’s hand travelled to my lower back and slowly slid up my shirt making a chill run down my spine. His hands travelled further and further as I tried to concentrate me on the conversation. I felt Pan’s hand stop at my bra and with one easy movement he unclasped it.
My face turned red as I stood up covering my breast to keep the bra at its place. The boys looked at me in confusement while Pan just looked at me with a grin. “I’ll be right back” I said with a smile on my face cursing Pan inside of my mind.
I was walking towards my tent as I heard a familiar voice speaking behind me. “Having trouble now have we” “Thanks to a certain boy we do.” I turned around seeing the boy in green standing against a tree. “What were you even trying to achieve with that.” “nothing in particular.” He moved away from the tree towards me as his eyes wandered to my arms covering my chest. “I just felt something different today.” “Like what?” He stood before me licking his lips seductively.
“little bit of greed and lust.” “So…” “So I need someone’s help to get rid of it.” “Other word you’re just horny.” “Will you help me if I admit it?” “oh god yes”
he smirked and his lips crashed into mine as he transported us to his tree house. His hands travelled over my body as I pushed him towards the bed. I took of my bra from under my clothes and threw it on the floor followed by my shirt and pants leaving me in my panties.
He laid on the bed eyeing my movements as a bulge started to form in his pants. “Don’t let me wait.” He ordered as he removed his shirt. I walked towards him taking my time as hands grabbed my wrist and pulled me on his hip.
We returned to kissing as his hands groped my breast perfectly earning a soft moan to escape my lips which he used as an opportunity to sneak his tongue inside my mouth.
His thumps moved sync over my breast together with his tongue who was exploring every inch of my mouth. He pinched my nipples earning a small sound of pleasure vibrating trough my mouth. He deepened the kiss as his one hand started to stroke my sides earning whimpers from me as he missed the place where I wanted him.
Our lips parted as he looked me in the eye smirking the entire time. He lowered his head not losing the eye contact and started to leave a trail of kisses from my neck to my breast. The hand on my side moved to the back to support my body as I leaned back to expose all my skin towards him.
His tongue circled around my nipple as he pinched rolled the other one between his fingers. “God damn…” I moaned softly as I felt his smirk against my skin.
Suddenly he stopped as an annoyed groan was heard from the back of my throat. “I don’t do things for free darling.”
I rolled my eyes at him as I stood up to lean my hands on his thigh. “Sounds fair…” I spoke as I pushed his upper body on the bed. I hovered over him as I started to leave butterfly kisses on his chest slowly making my way down to his pants.
Slowly I removed the first layer of clothing as I heard him groan impatient. “Darling speed up.” I heard him say as I moved my body upwards again. “be quiet and just enjoy the service.” I touched the tent in his underpants with my index finger as a growl was heard trough the room. “Don’t tease.”
I removed his last piece of clothing as my hands started to stroke his member up and down while circling my hand a little bit. He arched his back as he tried to sit up only for me to push him down again.
I kept going for a while till I heard his breath turning irregular and stopped. “Why are you doing that!” he yelled in anger sitting up immediately. “I don’t do things for free darling.” I said repeating his own words. “Then why not work on both at the same time.” He pulled me up and tossed me and the bed with my stomach hitting the blankets. Pan pulled my ass up and spread my legs trailing his finger across my panties.
“Look who is dripping wet.” “Shut up you were moaning a while ago Pan.”
I heard him laugh as he placed a kiss on my back only to use his teeth to remove my underwear.
His finger slowly entered my as a moan escaped my lips. “One finger in and you are already full of pleasure.” “Other then you I had some activity these last couple years.” Another finger entered me as he started to curl his fingers upwards making a silent moan fall from my lips.
The third finger went in and he started to move around more hitting with his long fingers my good spot. “oh my god…” I moaned. “You like that?” He said full of mischief as he stopped moving not removing his hand. “What do you want me to say Pan.” I spoke looking at the boy from the corners of my eyes. “Say you want me, say you want me to enter you to make love to you so that you won’t be able to stand tomorrow and that only I can satisfy you.” “Any extra request?” I asked moving my head back towards the pillows. “Beg like you are being drowned in pleasure.” I signed. “move your hands first, it makes it for me easier.”
His hands started to move more roughly as I leaned on my elbows. “God damn Pan! More” I moaned. “Say it.” He spoke. “Pan please I want you inside of me!” I moaned as I heard a chuckle from behind me. “what else?” “Make love to me till I can’t stand anymore!” I groaned. “I need you!” I moaned.
His fingers left my body as I looked at the boy shifting my body to look at him. His fingers were dripping wet as he licked them seductively. “Good girl.”
He spread my legs as he entered with one big trust earning from both of us a loud moan. “God damn what are you tight.” he groaned as my nails dug into the sheets. He kept his trusts at a fast and steady rhythm but it was not enough. “O god Pan harder!” I would moan as he happily listened.
He shifted my body to the side hitting a different kind of spot that made sure to hit my g-spot with every trust. “Damn Pan!” He trusts started to get messy and sloppy as I felt my own high approaching.
With one big trust he and I both released as he moved out of me earning small whimpers from me at the loss of contact.
I was about to close my eyes as he pulled my body up towards his. “I’m not finished yet.” “Pan I have no energy left.” He plunged his finger into my aching core as I let out a painful scream. “S-Stop…” I mumbled as he started to move. Curling his finger to the side and circling his fingers inside of me. “Stop please it hurts!” “Really because it seems like you are enjoying it down there…” My face turned red as a painful moan fell from my lips as I came again. I tried to catch my breath as he entered me again. “GOD DAMN PAN!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
He started to move his hips in a circling movements as I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his back. He nibbled at my ear lobe as he pulled me up so I sat on his lap. My head fell back as he left kisses on my skin. He started to move faster as every trust made a moan fall from my lips. I released as he followed after me after a few more trusts.
He laid me down as he sat up again waving his hand to clean us both up. I did not move, not because I was laying perfectly but I was far too tired. “So?” He asked as he waited for me to move. “Give up, I won’t be able to stand tomorrow just let me sleep here.”
“not going to happen.” “What are you going to bring me back to my tent because my feet can’t carry me.”
He signed in defeat and laid besides me. “If you ever feel horny again please tell me so I can prepare myself…”
I had a little fun with this one since there weren’t too many restrictions on it! I really hope you love it, it’s my first Werenski!
Request from @brooke5bb :
Can you do a cute zach werenski one where you play hockey too?
You pulled your hair back into a tight ponytail just as Zach finished taping his stick. The two of you had been doing a lot of smack talking on who was the better hockey player since the two of you started dating six months ago. So today, while both of you had the day free, you decided to find out. It’s wasn’t like either of you had been avoiding it it’s just that while he’s playing for Columbus you’ve been at UConn taking classes and playing for their women’s team. Neither of your schedules really allowed for much down time and when you did have some the last thing either of you wanted was to think about hockey. But since the Blue Jackets had gotten knocked out early and you had finished your finals early you both figured it was about time to settle this once and for all.