can you like stop biting your lip

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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Caught

This was inspired by Harry’s sixth sense. ;)

A/N: not smut, but brief mention of a daddy kink in this one! 



The dingy metal door falls against the brick wall with a loud thud as you two stumble out of the pub and into the alleyway. It shuts just as loudly a few seconds later and for a moment all that you two can hear is the sound of the night air in London whooshing away. The alleyway is dark for the most part, a flickering dim yellow streetlight a few feet away is situated so that Harry is partly illuminated by it.

“What’re we-”

Come here!” you command, blindly reaching forward and seizing him by the lapels of his shirt to clumsily tug him towards you.

Your back hits the brick wall behind you as you fumble with your feet, head following with a thunk and Harry hisses immediately.

Careful! Christ, c’mere, are yeh okay?” he rasps as one of his big hands slides up behind your head and rubs your scalp soothingly,  his eyes flicker over the top of your head in a squinted stare.

“M’fine, Harry, ” you whine back to him, tugging him closer as you wrap your arms around his waist.

Harry grunts in reply a few seconds later after a thorough examination of your head before turning his gaze towards your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your hair is flying messily from the static of being pressed up against the bricks, but your eyes are what make him pause. They’re wild, bright, and he’s enamored by the gleam in them.  He wonders if it’s the darkness or the fact that he’s watched you toss back a handful of drinks tonight, but he can’t find the drunken haze in your eyes that usually appears when you’ve had one too many. You’re biting your lip harshly and his eyes fall down to them, thumb reaching up and smoothing out your bottom lip.

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sazzygirl  asked:

Hey could I request RFA (plus Saeran) reacting to MC wearing only a shirt and undies to bed? If not that's fine! (I love your head cannon's btw👌)

Thank you! That means a lot (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I really hope you like it! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Yoosung

  • When he saw you…His jaw dropped.
  • Omg…The room is so, so hot right now!
  • He’s just looking at you…Having already that kind of thoughts.
  • You’re just there, laid on the bed, without the blankets on, reading a book.
  • He’s just looking at your whole body…And when you look at him, he’s just so red!
  • After that he lies on the bed while you continue to read now, he feels a little bulge in his pants…
  • This is just too embarrassing…
  • He’ll put the blankets on, even if he’s almost melting! And he’ll try to not look at you!
  • When you’re tired, you just hug them and sleep, Yoosung is looking at the ceiling, he can’t sleep!
  • Now he’ll have insomnia, great!
  • He’ll be like that for days and days until he can’t take it anymore and he’ll kiss you.
  • And you’ll feel the desperation on his kiss, and after that, he’ll explain all to you.
  • You laugh, this is just too funny “Do you want me to put something else?”
  • He doesn’t know the answer to this…But he knows that he wants to see you like that again…It’s not bad
  • He’s red again.
  • “….N-No…”
  • “Ok, so let’s stop with this talk and let’s sleep” You laugh.
  • Yoosung eyes are full of desperation when he heard this and he kisses you again, after some time just making out he looks at you “Please…Not another day of torture…Just, please…Help me today…”

Zen

  • When you got out of the bathroom, he was waiting so he can brush his teeth.
  • He froze, and you just smile walking to the bed.
  • And he’s seeing you…He’s checking on you…
  • Omg, why he did that?!
  • Now things are worse!
  • His plans change, he’ll take a bath!
  • He enters the bathroom and locks the door, he brushes his teeth, but after that, he takes a bath.
  • A very cold bath.
  • So he can control this beast!
  • Now everything seems fine! He’s relieved that this worked.
  • But when he got out of the bathroom, he sees you, lying on the bed…
  • He’s hot again.
  • This can’t be happening!
  • He’s biting his lips, with lustful thoughts that only are making him worse!
  • When you looked at him and smile “Are you coming?” He almost screams!
  • “…MC…Please…Put something else…This is too tempting for the beast…”
  • If you keep that, the beast will not hold back.
  • if you change, the beast will be sad, but will be caged.
  • You choose.
  • He’s wishing that you choose the first option.

Jaehee

  • When you told her what you were going to use to sleep this night.
  • She just nods.
  • It’s not weird for her, this is ok.
  • You can use anything if you want to MC.
  • Not a big deal.
  • This was before she saw you with that.
  • O-M-G.
  • How do you have such effect on her? How are you so pretty in this?
  • Oh god, she’s staring at your thighs, did you notice that? Oh god, she’s blushing too.
  • Now you’re just beside her, lying like nothing is happening, oh god, the temptation is beside her.
  • She’ll pray that she can keep her control, but she’ll cuddle with you that night.
  • She just needs to touch you.
  • But in the next day, she’ll ask you to not use that anymore, and she’ll not give details about it…
  • She would want some pictures of you like that so she can keep that on her phone? Sure…!
  • But if she sees you again like that… She wouldn’t keep her control.

Jumin

  • Jumin desires you even when you’re with a big coat.
  • He just has a lot of emotions going on, of course, he tries to maintain his composure.
  • He doesn’t want to seem like a perverted or something like that.
  • You’re just beautiful and perfect for him.
  • So when he saw you with just that to sleep, he bites his lips.
  • Thinking.
  • Should he lose the control? Are that clothes for provoking him? Or is just clothing?
  • So many questions…
  • But not a single answer.
  • He sits beside you in bed “Is this your “pajama” honey?“
  • You look at him, he’s checking you, you just smile and nod.
  • Oh, odd.“ He bites his lips again, checking you one more time, you find it strange but you don’t say anything.
  • After some minutes he looks deeply into your eyes, he got close to you right now, pretty close.
  • "I like that on you…” He whispers, kissing your lips gently, but after that he gave your neck some kisses too, making you shiver “…But i would like more if you wasn’t with them…” He bites your neck, making you open your mouth.
  • After that, he just looks at you, giving you a little smile “Of course… If you let me, i can take them off.”

707

  • He got out of the bathroom right after he showered.
  • He saw you, using only that…
  • Error 707
  • 707 Stopped working
  • His nose is bleeding, his mouth is open.
  • “M-Mc…!” You look at him.
  • “What’s it?”
  • “….I don’t think you should wear those things… Even to sleep…”
  • You sigh, lying on the bed right now, you don’t care
  • “Seven, this is the way i feel more comfortable to sleep, and i’ll not change that.”
  • Seven’s just looking at you, quietly.
  • He left a little grin escape from his lips, and then he let his towel fall.
  • Now, you’re the one that stopped working…
  • “S-SEVEN!” You almost scream while he was lying on the bed, he laughs and looks at you “What?”
  • “…Put some clothes on! You’ll sleep like that?!” He laughs again, looks like he thinks this is funny.
  • And then he hugs you, making you shiver “But MC….This is the way i feel more comfortable to sleep, and i’ll not change that”
  • Ok, he’s using your words against you, you sigh, biting your lips “Ok…I understand…I’ll change, you won" 
  • You make him let you go, while you were standing up, Seven grabs your hand making you lie in bed again.
  • You wide your eyes while he’s getting on top of you, smiling “Too late MC (~˘▾˘)~”

Saeran

  • Ok, Saeran never says what’s wrong.
  • He’s just a grumpy punk.
  • But he was so surprised when he saw you like that. 
  • Like,  really, he froze.
  • After that, he’s just blushing, even if he doesn’t admit it.
  • You look at him, and just smile, while he was there, next to the door, while you’re already on the bed, sitting, combing your hair.
  • After that smiles, something in Saeran snaps.
  • He runs to you, jumping on you, making you lie on the bed, making the comb fly over the room, while he was now, on top of you.
  • He’s already taking off his shirt "S-SAERAN” He looks at you.
  • “Wait? You wanted me to see you like that and be quiet about it?!
  • He sighs, he knows sometimes he’s too brutal, so he looks at you “…This is torture for me MC”
  • You look at him while he’s getting closer “It’s too much bare flesh for me to handle…I need to mark it” He starts to suck your neck, making his way to your ear.
  • “Please…” He whispers… When Saeran said that, you knew, he was really desperate for that.

hesvalentiino  asked:

Can you please make a blurb about Harry giving you clit slaps, and spankings with his rings on? thank you xx

I actually held my chest when I read this.. I’ve meant to write about this for so long.

Harry’s head would be between your legs, his face nuzzled against your wet core as his lips would be wrapped around your clit, suckling it, making these filthy slurping noises because that’s how wet you are for him. Your hands in his hair would tug at his scalp, run through his curls, making them even more messy than they were before. 

You try and hold him down with your weak hands, as he feasts on you, looking up to you as your back arches and a shaky moan mixed with a cry leaves your lips.

“My baby tastes so fuckin’ good.” Harry mumbles with his eyes closed, moaning against you when you pull a little bit too hard on his hair, because he loves that little bit of pain.

“Oh my fucking shit.” you curse under your breath when he starts flicking his tongue quickly, your toes curl against the bed, and your eyes flutter as your mouth falls agape, but no sounds leave your lips, you just cry out quietly. 

Harry pulls himself off of you, licking his raspberry lips, and wiping the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. Your hand grips the bed sheets, and your chest rises up and down heavily. You look down at Harry with need and confusion in your eyes, thinking why did he stop.

“So yeh think yeh can just curse from yeh pretty lips, but nothing else fo’ me? No moans? Am I not good enough fo’ yeh?” He asks biting his bottom lip between his teeth and gives a good slap on your sensitive and swollen clit, making your whole body jolt, and you squeal. 

“Turn around.” he says sternly, moving himself on his knees, giving you space to roll your body around. It’s hard for you to move, your whole body feels like jello and you eyelids start to feel heavy, the tension in your tummy still burning. You’re not moving fast enough for his liking, so he takes you by your waist, and moves you on your front, and settles himself on the back of your thighs.

“Look at tha’..” he says mesmerized as he takes a firm grip of your ass and massages it, his fingertips feeling soft against your skin. Then out of nowhere, he gives you a hard slap, making your ass jiggle and him chuckle as you squeal and whimper under him. 

“Wha’ was tha’?” he teases you, smacking you again, the coldness of his rings making you burn, the red marks already appearing on your skin. You moan and Harry’s grin turns into a smug, knowing he gets what he wants.

“Tha’s it, pet.”

Hickeys (Smut)

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Request: Can you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake you up like this before haha) ?

Word Count: 1,773

Hickeys

I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.

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Shorts (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Summary: So you brought these amazing shorts at Y/F/S (your favourite/favorite shop) and they look amazing on you, Isaac thinks so too. But when you wear them to school, Isaac can’t keep his hands off of you.

Pairing: Isaac X Reader 

Warning: Slight Smut

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Season: Season 3 PA

Originally posted by laheys-girl

~*~*~*~ 

“So what do you think?” You asked Isaac your boyfriend. You both decided to go shopping for clothes, he wanted to but more scarves to go with his winter coats (which he looks hot in btw). And you did manage to buy scarves…a lot I should say.  

Isaac hums as he looks at the shorts. They were the colour/color of jungle faded green with the fabric of cotton, which they’re really comfortable by the way.  

“They look perfect on you, they match the grey scarf and the denim blue jacket that you’re wearing too. And the white shirt on it makes it look incredible.” He said as you laugh at him. He frowns as he looks at you. “What? Is it bad that I know some fashion taste Y/N?” He said as you smile widely and walk over towards him.  

“No, it’s a good thing.” You said as you brushed your lips against his own as he places his arms around your waist. You pull away and smile at him. “I’ll get them then. And then after that, want some Mexican?” You asked as he didn’t even need to think. 

“You don’t ask me a stupid question like that, scarves and Mexican food are my life.“  

~*~*~  

So you brought the shorts, and your wearing them at school too. All the boys wouldn’t stop look at you, because of them shorts. And let’s just say that… Isaac is totally jealous. Especially when he catches some boy staring, he immediately gives them a death stare or threatens them. Let’s just say that some of the boys are now terrified of Isaac. 

Isaac wasn’t having some horny teenage boys touch his girlfriend, you are his, his girlfriend. And he’s gonna make sure that everyone knows that you’re his. 

~*~*~*~ 

You went to your locker to grab your books out for today. You pull out your maths textbook and exercise book, your history book and English book. Oh the joy of school is carrying so much stuff but then putting it in your locker (lucky we don’t have lockers at my school). 

You close your locker but then all of a sudden you feel a body pressed against your own. His strong arms placed gently against your hips, his strong built body pressed against your own, his soft yet wet lips pressed against your neck. You knew who this is, well because you can tell that he’s slouching down just to kiss your neck. It was your tall giant of a boyfriend Isaac Lahey.

“Isaac!” You moan as he bites down harder on your soft delicate skin. “Isaac stop!” You push him away giggling at him, your small hand on his built chest. “We’re at school.” You said, stating the obvious.

“Well, who’s fault is it to wear those shorts?” He says in a husky voice making you bite down on your lip, blushing like a maniac. He grabs your hand and starts walking, you drop your books since he’s basically dragging you like a rag doll. 

~*~*~*~ 

You and Isaac walk into the boys locker room where you both can have privacy. Isaac pushes you against the wall, sucking your neck making you moan as he finds your sweet spot. You place your knee on his thigh as his hand goes up your shirt. 

You gasp feeling his slender hands creep up there. You can basically feel him smirking against you. He stops kissing your neck and removes the shirt off of you. He stays still staring at you. You started to feel uncomfortable and awkward. You blushed as you try to cover yourself up, but Isaac stops you by grabbing your hands. 

“What are you doing?” You ask in a whisper making him chuckle at you. He pulls your hands down and he stares down at you (well he’s a giant duh!) 

“I’m admiring you, you’re beautiful.” He says sweetly as you blush, you smile sheepishly as you look away from him. He lifts your chin to make you face him, his beautiful crystal blue eyes look straight down at your own beautiful E/C. “I love you.” He says out of the blue as he kisses your neck. 

“I love you too.“ 

~*~*~*~

“Guys I think that Y/N is missing!” Exclaims Stiles as he looks over at his friends, Scott frowns at him as Stiles rolls his eyes and shows him your books that you dropped earlier. “I think she was kidnapped?” He said as Lydia frowns at him. 

“But Y/N can take care of herself, she’s a hunter remember?!” She said as Allison nods looking over at her. 

“Yeah but what if it was the Derach? What if that thing got her?” Stiles said as he starts to freak out, possibly having an heart attack. 

“Wait.” Scott says as everyone stays silent. He then looks up at everyone. “She’s still here.” He said as Stiles sighs in relief. 

“Well thank god!“ 

“She’s in trouble! Same with Isaac!” Scott said as he starts running, Stiles stares having a look saying ‘are you serious?’ And then starts chasing after him, not long with Lydia and Allison behind him. 

"I don’t really care about Isaac.” 

“Stiles!”

~*~*~*~ 

“Isaac!” You moaned as he shoves into you on the wall. Your hands on his back, making marks on him that will soon heal. But for you, this won’t heal until about a month or so? His lips are attached onto your neck, making love marks on there so everyone knows that you’re his and no one can have you. 

He pulls out of you breathing heavily as he places his head on your shoulder to rest, your head leans back against the wall. You take time to adjust what just happen, you try to catch and settle your breathing but after what you just witnessed, it might take some time. 

“I love you.” Isaac says kissing your lips softly but passionately, it was like the last time you’ll ever kiss him. 

“I love you too.” You say between breaths making him chuckle. He gets up and throws you your clothes as you catch them and started to get dressed. 

You managed to put on your panties, bra and shirt while Isaac puts his boxers on. Then all of a sudden you heard a door slamming and running. 

“Y/N! ARE YOU HERE?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” You hear a frantic Stiles yell, you then look up to see Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Allison looking at you and Isaac not even fully dressed yet. 

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks as he sees you without any pants and Isaac just wearing his boxers. 

“Oh god, Isaac put some clothes on.” Stiles says shielding his eyes away from the both of you. 

“Oh Stiles you’re just jealous that I have more muscles than you.” Isaac remarks as he puts pants on. You stand there like an idiot blushing like a maniac. 

“Clearly you guys aren’t in trouble. Just two hormonal teenagers.” Lydia says but mumbles the last part as she walks out, same with Allison and Scott. 

“We do not speak of this out side of this room got it!” Stiles says as Isaac folds his arms and leans against a wall. 

“Sure.” He says as Stiles walks out running to catch up with Scott. 

You and Isaac look at each other as you walk over towards the mirror and looked at the marks on your neck, your eyes widen. 

You soon feel Isaac against you hugging you from behind. But you had other ideas. You turn and slap Isaac on his bare chest making him hiss. He looks at you confuse like a puppy. 

“What was that for?” He asked you as you raise a brow look at him.

“How am I gonna cover these up Isaac?” You say as you try to cover them up with your hair. But Isaac had other ideas. He moves your hands away and moves your hair away as well. 

“Don’t, I want to let everyone know that you’re mine.” He says smiling as you blush. Isaac then walks over to grab his shirt and your shorts as he throws them at you which you managed to catch. “Oh, and don’t wear them shorts in school. Or I’ll find something to punish you.” He says smirking at you. 

You stand there blushing and biting down on your lip as you put your shorts back on. 

I guess that you can’t ever wear those shorts again?

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You and I against the world - Justin Foley

Anon: Can you write an imagine about okay fighting with Justin Foley? 


Originally posted by du-dreckstuck

You stared at your window as Justin came through it. You hadn’t seen him for days. He wasn’t answering your texts or your calls, he didn’t go to class, he wasn’t at his house or his friend’s house…And there he was now.

“Hey babe” He said. You were speechless.

“Really? That’s it?” You asked shocked, feeling angry at him for not letting you know about him and then showing up like nothing happened.

“What’s wrong?”

“You were gone for three days! I called you, I looked for you….I was worried Justin” He looked down in shame and regret but you couldn’t stop. “You could’ve sent a message at least. And now you show up here like nothing happened. What the hell Justin?!”

“I can explain” But he didn’t. He started biting his lips and he wasn’t looking you in the eye, so you could tell he was nervous.

“If you’re gonna give me an explanation, do it. If not, leave my house.” You said in a tough tone.  

“It’s not easy okay!” He screamed.

“Don’t you dare scream at me Foley”

He apologized and sat on your bed. As you saw that sad and devastating look in his eyes you understood something was wrong.  

“Did something happen?” You asked starting to get worried.

“I wanted to come to you but I-I just…” He muttered. And then he was silent for a while. “I was scared. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I just didn’t feel ready to talk about it” His voice trembled and his hands started to shiver.  “I was crying for help y/n and she just stood there looking at me and did nothing…She let him beat me up. Again.”

Justin started crying and you went to sit next to him, hugging him and trying to comfort him. His mother’s boyfriend had always treated him like shit but he didn’t deserve that. You wanted to go talk to him, tell him not to lay a hand on your boyfriend ever again or he will face you…But he was dangerous.

“I’m sorry about it. You don’t deserve that, J” You kissed his forehead.

It was devastating having him crying on your shoulder, he was so young but so broken…You couldn’t bear to see him like this. You just wanted him to be happy, that’s what he deserved.

“You know what we’re gonna do?” You said smiling “We’re taking a ride around and the city and we’ll buy lots of ice cream as dinner. Then you’ll sleep here, for the whole week. We can stop by your house and get all the stuff you need”

He nodded, drying off his tears and looking at you with a shy smile on his face.

“You’ll always have me Justin. We’ll get through this together. And someday we’ll be far away from this town, having the life we’ve always wanted. You and I against the world, that’s forever” Your boyfriend’s face lighted up and he kissed you, softly and deeply.

“I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me”


That was my first imagine so I hope you liked it :) 

His Wife in Hiding

Warning: None

Word Count: 1933

Summary: Unbeknownst to many, Klaus Mikaelson is a married man but years ago, after an explosive falling out, she left Klaus and he’s been chasing her ever since. But when Klaus finds her hiding out in New Orleans…

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Mikaelson and Reader x Elijah Mikaelson (platonic)

Part Two

This morning had been extremely productive for you. You’d worked out, organized and cleaned your lavish apartment, you’d caught up on your favorite shows and successfully mastered the spells you’d been studying in your grandmother’s old grimoire and you’d done it all before the clock struck noon.

You’d practically raised Marcel so he allowed you to practice as much magic as you wished.  

You were in the parlor with a cup of tea and good book when you heard a knock at the door.

You flinched, startled. You rose from your seat with your brows furrowed. You so rarely received visitors and rarely left the house. Marcel’s men would gladly do you the favor of running your errands, hoping that it would bring them favor with Marcel and move them up in the ranks. After living a life such as yours so full of drama and despair this apartment, so peaceful and quiet had become your safe haven.

With caution you moved towards the door. You glanced through the peep hole and released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You sighed in relief and threw the white double doors open with a flourish.  

“Hello, brother,” you said with a bright grin.

Elijah Mikaelson returned your smile wholeheartedly. “Sister,” he said in greeting. He looked you over, taking you in, in that over-protective, brotherly fashion of his. “Isolation has been good to you.”

I dipped my head in thanks. “I’m glad you think so.” You stepped aside so that Elijah could come in.

Elijah sauntered into the apartment. He was the only member of the Mikaelson family that could enter your apartment. In fact, he was the only Mikaelson who even knew that you had an apartment. The less people that knew your location the better.

You shut the doors behind him. Turning around you met his worry-filled gaze.

You cocked your head to the side, taking him in. He’d gotten here in a rush. You could tell from his heavy breathing and his tousled hair and clothing. Elijah Mikaelson was usually well put together and ready for anything. His hair was always well done without a flyaway in sight. His clothes were usually wrinkle-free and as immaculate as he was. Something was wrong and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.

You put your hands on your hips. “What is it, brother?”

“Klaus is in New Orleans.”

You sucked in a breath. Your heart hammering in your chest.

“He knows you’re here. You have to move. Now. If you want to escape.”

You moved around the apartment in a literal blur. You knew this day would come. No one and nothing could stay hidden forever. Especially not from a Mikaelson. Let alone from Klaus Mikaelson.

“He’s a hybrid now. He’s awoken his werewolf side.”

You swore under your breath as you gathered your necessities and most prized possessions.

“How did he find out?” you asked, on the verge of hysteria.

“One of the witches told him.”

Your blood began to boil beneath your skin. When you got the chance, when you returned to your home in New Orleans, you would hunt down that witch, feast on her flesh and use her bones for tooth picks. You shook your head as if shaking the thoughts of bloodlust and revenge out of your head. You needed to be of clear mind. You needed to be in top shape if you were going to do this.

When you’d packed the last of your things, you looked around the apartment with tears in your eyes. These walls had been the closest thing you’d had to a true home in centuries. It had been your safe haven after years of running from your former husband and now it was time to part ways. You’d prayed that this day would never come and now it was here.

Your future was a blank slate and you hated it. You preferred having a destination in mind when it came to running.

“Got everything?” Elijah asked.

You nodded, swallowing the bile that had risen in your throat.

Your former brother-in-law opened the door and waved you over to it.

You nodded again and picked up your full suitcases and headed out the door and into the warm sunshine. You inhaled the clean fresh air. It was a stark contrast to the stuffy air back inside but you would still miss it all the same.

Elijah took the suitcases from your hands and placed them into the trunk of an awaiting black sedan. “I’ve taken the liberty of procuring a car for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You shook your head and laughed, “No. No I don’t mind.”

You ran to him, wrapping your arms around your brother’s neck. “You are the best brother I’ve ever had, Elijah.”

He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t you dare tell Kol I said that!” you threatened.

He laughed harder. “I won’t, I promise. I love you too, y/n. I wish that our time together wasn’t cut so short.”

“As do I,” you agreed. “I’ll let you know when I find a safe place.” You told him, stepping out of the embrace. “I only wish that I could tell Marcel goodbye and thank him for his hospitality.”

“I’ll give him your love,” he assured you, opening the passenger door for you. “I’ve compelled the driver to take you anywhere you wish.”

“You are too kind to me, brother. I don’t deserve you.”

He pecked you on the cheek as he ushered you inside the sleek vehicle. “Don’t talk like that. I love you. Stay safe.”

“You do the same. I love you.”

With some reluctance he closed the door and sent you off.

And then you were riding through the noisy, crowded streets of the French Quarter. You watched enviously as trumpets blared and people danced and sang and paraded down the streets and sidewalks like no one was watching. A pang of jealously hit you square in the chest. For a moment you decided that it wasn’t fair but then you remembered that it was your own fault. That’d you’d chosen this life and made this bed and now it was time to lay in it. You were just a moment ago, planning to feast on some poor witch’s flesh.

You leaned back against the soft leather seats.

“Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. It was the first time he’d spoke since you’d met him.

“The nearest airport please.” You told him in a small voice.

You still hadn’t figured out where you were going. Mainly because there was nowhere else you wanted to be. New Orleans was home. You wanted to go back to your apartment and reminisce about the good old days with Elijah. You wanted to baby and cook for Marcel. You were tired of running but you were tired of fighting too.

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the plush leather seats.

You were nearly asleep when the door opposite of you opened.

Your eyes flew open. You gasped in horror when you saw who’d just gotten in your car.

“Don’t I get a goodbye too, love?”

“Klaus,” you gasped.

“Calm down, my lovely. I only want to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you!” you spat.

“Good. Then you can sit here and listen.”

“And if I don’t want to?” you challenged.

“You want to keep running from me then go ahead,” he invited. “Be my guest. I’ll even give you a head start if that’s what you want.”

You folded your arms across your chest and gestured with your hand for him to go on.

He cleared his throat, dramatically.

You rolled your eyes in response.

He opened his mouth to speak but he let out a rare nervous laugh.

“What? You wanted to talk so talk.”

He rubbed at his beard. “I never thought I’d get this far,” he told you with a grin. “I’d dreamt of the day that I’d get to talk to you. To beg your forgiveness and now that we’re here, you’ve got me tongue-tied. Just like when we were kids.”

You turned away from him, biting your lip.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stopped. The day you left was the day when immortality felt more like a curse than the gift I’d always made it out to be.”

“Why is that?” you asked him.

“Because what is the point of forever without you?”

You leaned your head against the window with a soft thud. “Don’t do this to me,” you whined. “We’re not good together Klaus.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth! Together we are chaotic and deadly and cruel and I don’t want to be that anymore!” You said turning to looked at him.

His eyes were clear, blue, calculating and smoldering, they raking over you with unmistakable hunger that sent chills down your spine. “Leave it to you to focus on the negative.”

“And leave it to you to be the one to act like the negative never happened.” You said throwing up your hands.

“I know what happened and I know what I did. What we did. But I would take it all back if I could, if it meant that you would come back to me or that you would have never left in the first place.” He inhaled running his hand through his curly, ginger brown hair. “We may have been chaotic, deadly and cruel but we were also happy and madly in love. We belong together, y/n. Don’t you see that? We were meant to be together, always and forever.”

“But at the expense of other people, Klaus.” You told him. Anything to keep from him how his words affected you. You loved it and hated it when he got all romantic like that. You wrapped your arms around yourself.

He sighed when, leaning back against the seat. “I can’t make you stay but I’m begging you not to go. Let’s work this out, my darling. I know we can. There is no way in the world that you could have forgotten how good we are together.”

You remained silent.

He put his face in his hands. “I won’t come after you if you choose to leave again. And if you decide to stay and you want to work this out, I’ll be staying at the old plantation. If you want to stay and live in peace…I’ll leave you be.”

He leaned in towards you.

Your breath caught.

He kissed your temple and then your cheek.

His lips were warm against your skin. You were relishing in the familiar sensation of his lips on you when he pulled away.

You sucked in a breath.

“Stop the car.” Klaus told the driver.

The car pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. Thankfully they hadn’t been moving very fast but that didn’t stop the drivers behind them from furiously honking their horns.

Klaus looked back at you one last time. You could see the fear in his eyes. You could tell that he thought this would be the last time he’d see you.

Klaus stepped out of the car and walked back in the direction of the French Quarter. You watched him through the back window until he disappeared from your line of sight.

“Ma’am?” the driver called, startling you.

“Yes?”

“Still to the airport?”

For a moment you couldn’t speak. You were so torn. “Yes…to the airport,” you said unsurely.

Author’s Note: I had such a good time writing this! Please let me know if you enjoyed this story and if you would be interested in reading a part two!

Part Two

lip bite // Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader

25. “That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.”
& 26. “If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.
& 51. “You’re not the boss of me.”
& 58. “Can you shut up for five minutes, please???”

warning: none but i feel like this is really bad lol


Jug sitting there on your desk, writing on his novel, with his eyes narrowed together as he types word after word while licking his lips was not a bad view. It was actually enough to make you want his lips on yours again. Jug on top of you. Hands tangeled in each others hair. Legs interwined. Neck kisses. Soft moans in each others mouths. That’s what you desperatly need right now.

You didn’t notice, that you were biting your lip again, too deepened in your thoughts, but Jug did notice. „That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.“ he commented while looking at you with a smug grin on his pink lips. Oh his soft pink lips. It was true, that you find yourself quite often biting your lips while you’re thinking about Jug. And he often discovers you deepened in thought looking at him with that lip bite, which he could’t say didn’t like.  You blush, a little embarassed, that he caught you again. Usually Jug makes a joke or sarcastic comment about it and you brush it off, but why not try to get what you want this time?

„So what you’re gonna do about it, Jug?“ you say, biting your lip again and looking directly in Jugs eyes. He seemsto be suprised by your comment but soon his eyes land on your lips and stay there a second too long, which makes your lips turn into a smug smile. Your boyfriend notices that and quickly looks at you again, collecting his thoughts. „Well I’m going to write in my novel about a crazy girl in town, that is obsessed with lip biting.“ he says, clearly satisfied with his answer, and turning around in his chair to write on his laptop. Oh but two can play that game.

Smirking you sat up on your bed and began to stretch yourself, putting your arms in the air and pushing your breasts out in Jugs direction. Sofly you moan while doing it, clearly noticing Jugs slighty turning his head in your direction to hear you better. Next you expose your neck to him, knowing, that Jughead likes to give you love bites right there. You moan again. „This feels so good“ you say, as seductive as you can. Jug looks at you from the corner of his eye and you know that he likes what he sees. „Stop (Y/N).“ he just says but he doesn’t stop looking at you. You’re putting your arms in front of you and try to push your breasts a bit together. „Well Jones, your’re not the boss of me.“. Again you stretch your arms and moan one more time. “If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself“ he says, now facing you completely. His voice is deeper and raspier than usual, which you have to admit, turns you really on. His face looks serious but his eyes always stay on your lips.

„Why don’t you?“ you ask, looking directly in Jugs eyes, until his eyes find yours. Its like you have a staring contest for a minute. Then, suddenly, Jug stand up from his chair and quickly joins you on the bed, before crashing his lips on yours. With his weight he quickly pushes you back, so that you lie on your back with Jug on tops of you. As he cups your face with his hand  his tongue instantly finds his way in your mouth, fighting with your own tongue. As you put your arms around Jugs neck, you play with his hair. As yo lightly tug on his hair you hear Jug moan. You break the kiss, smirking. „Someone’s really eager, hm?“ you ask him, only to get an annoyed look back. „Can you shut up for five minutes please???“ he answers, clearly frustrated by you. „Anything for you, loverboy.“ you say, before pressing your lips together again.

Black Bean

You give Noctis a veggie burger for dinner.


He won’t notice.

To avoid rousing suspicion, you don’t skimp on anything. You still put an egg, some onion, lettuce, and tomato. While he picks off the undesirables, you pretend to be uninterested and eat some fries. You even give him what you hope is a stern look when he scrapes them onto your plate.

He hasn’t noticed yet. He’s still blissfully ignorant.

Noctis lifts the burger and takes a bite. He stares blankly ahead for a long time before opening his mouth and letting the food tumble back onto his plate. When he looks at you, the hurt look on his face makes your lips twitch.

The jig is up.

“What kind of meat is this?”

“I didn’t use meat. I used a black bean recipe I found online.”

Silence. He lowers his head and pushes his plate away.

“I can’t believe you would betray me like this.”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

Catch Me (Day 7)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,633

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.

@avengerstories​ - thank you for editing this you queen :)

Day 6

Originally posted by musicfixyou

“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.

“What is it this time?”

“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”

Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.

“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.

“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”

“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.

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Jealousy and Firewhisky

Request: “Hello I was wandering if you could write a Sirius x reader where like all the marauders and y/n are drinking but concious and Sirius is really drunk and can’t take it anymore and so confesses his love to the reader and everyone is like surprised but kind of knew💖💖💖💖💖thank you”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: implied smuuuut & alcohol 

Originally posted by belandsx

You sat cross legged, taking yet another swig from the bottle of Firewhisky while James rounded up the last of the partygoers, shooing them out the door. Sirius haphazardly snatched up the bottle from you, tutting with a wild giggle.

“You’ve had enough (Y/n).” He stated, ending in a hiccup.

“Speak for yourself!” You snorted. “You can barely sit without toppling over.”

“That’s the last of them.” Peter huffed, taking a seat beside you, soon to be joined with James.

“I’d call that party a success, what do you think Moony?” James eyed the boy who was already climbing up the stairs to their dorm.

“Yeah, great.” Remus answered through a yawn. “I’m going to pass out. I have an early potions class tomorrow.”

“You’re so boring.” Sirius shouted at his friend with an easy smile.

“Boring, and getting better grades than you Padfoot.” Remus reminded, disappearing up the stairs.

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This Could Be Interesting

|||@finnickodairisdead asked: Can you write a Lay x Reader x Jackson smut?|||


Yixing x Reader x Jackson

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1,263

Originally posted by jack777

Originally posted by r-velvets

You noticed him the moment you walked into the party, your eyes meeting his. He was gorgeous and even though you would never cheat on Jackson you couldn’t help but flirt from a distance. When you were alone he approached you.

“Is this seat free?” he asked.

“It is. For now.”

“Getting straight to the point. What’s the meaning behind your glances. I saw that you came with somebody. Must be your boyfriend.”

“So what? Am I not allowed to have a little fun?”

He liked the sound of that but at that moment Jackson came back.

“Who is this?”

“Jackson this is Yixing but his friends call him Lay and he just made a very intriguing offer.” you told him guiding him away from the bar into a more private area.

“What’s the offer?”

You decided to be blunt.

“Sex.”

“What?!” he shouted almost spitting out his drink. “That asshole, is he crazy or something?! No way am I sharing you!”

“Oh come on, he even said he would pay for it.”

“I don’t need his filthy money.”

“Neither do I but this could be interesting, besides he’s sexy.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you jealous?”

“Am not.” he said when he obviously was.

“I’m just teasing you, you know you’re the only one for me. But think about it, this wouldn’t be our first time, have you already forgotten that one night with Jaebum?”

“Of course not but that was different. I knew him.”

“But that what makes this offer even more exciting. Please say yes, I feel like going on an adventure tonight.” you begged him with puppy eyes.

“How can I say no to that face.”

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A few hours of getting to know each other better and many drinks later, the three of you came back to your apartment.

“Make yourself comfortable. I know I will.” you said setting another bottle on the table. “To finish up the night.”

You went to the bedroom to get changed and called them over soon after. You were wearing your red lingerie, Jackson’s favourite.

“Damn girl, I thought this was for my eyes only.”

“Let’s make this a special occasion.” you said standing up.

“Why don’t I help you with that?” you asked taking Jackson’s shirt off. Lay followed him and you couldn’t help but marvel at their well toned bodies. 

Lay took the initiative and guided you to the bed, gently pushing you on it. He unhooked your bra and slowly took your panties off.

“Sexy.” was the only thing he could say.

“Don’t start drooling now.” Jackson told him. “She’s mine after all.”

Lay wasn’t listening as he was focused on making you wet. He caressed your thighs and went on to massage your clit.

“Nice to see that you were actually wet before this, just shows how much you want it.” he told you as he put his tongue to work. His soft touch made you gasp but you couldn’t ignore Jackson any longer as he was getting impatient.

You called him over and unbuckled his jeans, sliding them off along with his boxers to reveal his erection. You couldn’t wait to taste him. You started with a handjob, gently stroking your hand along his length. You licked around his tip when a quiet moan escaped his lips.

“Y/N. Please don’t tease.” you chuckled and slowly took him in, increasing the suction with every move. You could feel he was close. He put his hands on your head.

“Y/N fuck!” he groaned as he came in your mouth, you knew he found it arousing when you swallowed, so you did just that.

“You don’t get to fuck her.” he told Lay.

“That’s not up to you to decide. Can’t you see how much she loves it.” he said sliding another finger into you. You moaned in pleasure, he wasn’t lying. Jackson got off the bed and sat down on the couch content for now. He didn’t want to admit it but seeing you like that with another man was making him hard again.

You arched your back when Lay touched that certain spot with is long fingers.

“So that’s where it is.” he smirked. He pulled his fingers out and put his hands on your waist going up to your breasts. He took both of them in hand and sucked on both of the nipples.

“Lay, can you just put it in already?” you begged as you couldn’t wait any longer. He took a condom out of his jeans pocket, taking them off as well. He rolled it on but was still hovering above you. He looked you straight in the eyes.

“Gosh you’re so beautiful. Can I kiss you?” he asked, making you blush. You wrapped your arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. It was full of lust and you pulled away only when you were short of breath. You noticed how Jackson was glaring at you. He will get back to you for that after this.

Lay positioned himself at your entrance slowly going in. You could feel how your insides began throbbing and the feeling was overwhelming. He grabbed your hips and pulled them closer so he could push in deeper. He began thrusting, getting faster with every push. 

“Ah! Lay right there!” you cried out.

He just smirked as his thrusts became rougher. You could feel your orgasm approaching and dig your nails into his back when he pushed you over the edge.

Riding over your climax he thrust in a few more times before finally coming himself. He slumped on top of you.

“That was amazing.” he whispered into your ear.

“Okay, okay. Now it’s my turn.” Jackson said, shoving Lay off of you.

“Such a naughty girl, making me hard again. Ready for a round two?” but he didn’t wait for your answer and already pushed in.

“Baby, you feel so good.”

“Jackson, a condom?” you asked him struggling to breathe.

“I would rather do it raw tonight, I will take all responsibility if anything happens.” he told you sitting up with you in his lap. He started moving his hips and you couldn’t help but moan. You bit into his shoulder.

“Ow, baby! What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.” you told him. He increased his speed and finally set a constant pace that got you both breathing in unison. He cupped your breasts and started playing with them.

“Jackson, don’t. I’m close.” you begged when he bit down on one of your nipples. 

“I have to get you back somehow for all of this.” he told you panting heavily. He sucked hard on it and proceeded to make hickeys over your bare chest. You took his chin in your hand and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Can’t you just fuck me, you idiot.“ 

"Of course I can.” he smirked thrusting even harder. 

“Let’s come together, baby.” he said putting his forehead on yours and biting down on your lip. He moved his hips for the last time when you felt the world stop spinning and his hot cum filled your insides. 

“Oh fuck, baby.” he said falling down onto the bed. You lay like this, on top of him, listening to his heart beat for a few moments when you rolled away in between the two men. You gave Lay a quick peck on his lips, he looked so cute, exhausted like that. You stared through the window.

“You know, I must say, this was way better than our last time with Jaebum.”


A/N: 🙈 … So yeah … Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😆

Tale As Old As Time: Chapter 1 Provincial Life

Originally posted by easycompany

((Lmao the last thing I should be writing is another series right? But I saw beauty and the Beast the other day and I was inspired.))

I give credit to @dontshootmespence​ for helping me organize everything.

Contains: Fluff, Eventual Spencer x Reader- but sorry, you don’t have a really appearance in this chapter yet.

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Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young princess lived in a shining castle. Her name was Y/n.  Although she had everything her heart desired, the princess was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.  But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered her a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the princess sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned the girl not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when she dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.  The princess tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in Y/n’s heart, and as punishment, she transformed her into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there. Ashamed of her monstrous form, the beast concealed herself inside her castle, with a magic mirror as her only window to the outside world.  The rose the enchantress had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until her twenty-first year.  If Y/n could learn to love another, and earn his love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.  If not, she would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.  As the years passed, she fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?

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A young man exited his home, an unseen smile blooming on his face at the valley he and his mother lived at. The dirt roads, leading to the cobblestone village were earthy and coffee-like, light in the rays of the sun and sapphire skies. The grass wasn’t too green, but his mother’s garden did brighten up their yard, and brought a sweet smell to his nose.

His name was Spencer. The man was past his twenties, not too long ago turning 37, and still without a bride, content in looking after his mother. Her brain wasn’t too sharp anymore, but she had her moments where the young woman he grew up with shone through.

Spencer smoothed down the white smock he wore over his light blue trousers, and matching vest, a white shirt to cover his arms. His shoulder-length hazelnut locks were tied back with a blue ribbon he had stolen from his mother. He grabbed the basket that lie next to the stone stairs he walked down from, placing the book he had thumbed over the last few hours into the weaving.

Every morning Spencer went into town to grab some ingredients for food that day, and to head to the bookshop in town, his favorite place in the entire world. Unfortunately, not everyone in the town really respected him. Some people were cruel, teasing him for being so odd, or being Diana Reid’s son. As he reached the buildings and shoppes, he could already see people staring and whispering about him.

He ignored everyone whispering about how he was a ‘funny man’ or making fun of him for being smart. Although the townsfolk boasted of his beauty, he felt upset and annoyed that that was all they cared about. His mother had always warned him that one shouldn’t judge a book by their cover. Speaking of books…

“Ah, Spencer!” The librarian, Emily Prentiss, got down from her ladder where she had previously been dusting to hug her favorite (and most frequent) patron. “Let me guess, you’ve finished the book already, and no, I’m sorry, we don’t have anything new.” She pretended not to notice Spencer’s embarrassment as he nodded. The library had maybe twenty books to it’s name and not many people came to visit. But her business was held afloat by the absence of taxes.

“Can I borrow…this one?” He asked shyly, holding up a familiar leather cover. She nodded, but still felt confused. “I know, I’ve read this one too many times but…it"s my favorite. Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!” A dreamy look overcame his face as he rambled on.

“Well, if you like it all that much, it’s yours!” She proclaimed, laughing at his dumbstruck look upon his face. “I insist! You’re the only one who really likes it anyway!”

“Well thank you.’ Spencer’s voice was quiet, reaching out to hug her once more.  "Thank you very much!” He left the shop, looking like a boy on Christmas morning.

Spencer held the book in his hands that he had already read so much like he had just received a chest of gold. He could practically recite it from memory, but he still contained as much joy as when he first read it as his eyes hungrily ate up 'Once upon a time’. He was careful to avoid damaging the book or running into anyone as he whisked by the market, digging out coins from his smock pockets and paying each merchant for bread, eggs- which were quite expensive- and some slivers of meat from the butcher.

“There he is….” A young girl watched from afar, sipping from her teacup. She wore an expensive tea gown, hair curled and styled high in the fashion that was popular in Paris, looking through the window of a shoe shoppe. Diane Turner was a young, weathly orphan who never stopped reminding Spencer that she was eligible for marriage. It seems the only reason she was so infatuated with him was because he didn’t make a bumbling fool of himself offering himself to her like the small group of men she had attracted in the village. She had just returned from Paris, another trip to buy more expensive things and had set her eyes back to on as who she referred to as her future husband.

“No one stands a chance against you Ms., especially against any man.” Her friend/servant since birth Maeve Donovan stood by her side, voice gentle, as if merely speaking would anger Diane. Maeve never knew what mood her mistress would be in, but she seemed happy enough with her 'cat ate the canary’ smile

Diane set her teacup and saucer down on the windowsill, standing and promptly walking out of the shoppe, ignoring the owner’s frown as the rich customer didn’t buy anything. Maeve quickly followed suit behind her, amazed how Diane could walk so fast in heels. “I know Maeve, and my eyes are set on that man right there.” She pointed up ahead where Spencer slowly walked, softly humming to himself and he flipped through the book.

“You mean crazy Diana Reid’s son?” Maeve gasped, furrowing her eyebrows. “But he’s-”

“The most beautiful man and town! That makes him the best! And I dare say I do deserve the best don’t i?” Diane interrupted with a sneering tone. Maeve stopped in her tracks, blushing as she apologized.

“It’s just his mother….you really want to marry into that family?” She mumbled, scurrying back after Diane. Diane made a rude noise, clicking her tongue loudly as she moved to face Maeve.

“You’re so simple-minded. His mother is old, she’ll probably die soon. Then it will be just Spencer and I. Imagine it… his latest kill roasting on the fire, and I, his little wife massaging his feet while our six or seven little ones play with the dogs.”

“Spencer? Hunting?” Maeve had to stifle a laugh, questing down as the pair finally reached the aforementioned man. The idea seemed positively ridiculous. “Spencer!” Diane greeted, smiling and giving a polite nod.

“Bonjour…” Spencer quickly finished the last sentence of the page he was reading and looked up, bowing slightly. He wasn’t expecting Diane to pry the book from his hands as she did, flipping through the pages.

“What’s this about hm? Shouldn’t you be out hunting with the other village men? I heard they were all out today.” Spencer had to hold back scoffing at her statement. It wasn’t that he was against hunting, he just preferred staying inside and reading with his mother.

“There’s more to life then chasing an animal.” Spencer nodded politely, taking the book back and trying to end the conversation and walk away but Diane stood in his path. “Yes, there is, I am delighted you’ve noticed. You know, most of the townsfolk think that you might not be looking exactly for a wife due to your…lack of…” She rambled on and his face turned a light pink, eyebrows furrowing. “You should join me for tea one day.” She proposed and he shook his head, declining.

“I can’t, my mother needs my help.” He gestured to the path that led to his house, grimacing when Diane started laughing at him, elbowing Maeve harshly to join in. Spencer bit back a sigh, almost rolling his eyes.

“Your mother? She’s just a peculiar old spinster….I guess that would mean she needs all the help she can get.” Spencer’ saw clenched, making Maeve stop her forced laughter out of fear, Diane being completely ignorant.

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother that way.” He walked around her to head back to his house, ignoring the four heels that pitter-pattered behind him, biting his lip harshly when Diane tried to pass the comment off like Maeve had set it. Spencer practically ran up the path when he finally saw the fence around his house.

“Spencer!” Diane cried exasperatedly, corset and excessive exercise making it hard to breathe. “Listen, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives, yes?” She waited for him to agree before she continued. “Let’s not beat around the bush then. We’re both in our prime, and let’s be honest, you really can’t do better then me… let alone being in this small town or not….” She trailed off, giving him a pointed look.

“What are you…why…is this your way of getting me to propose to you?” He almost laughed but the fear of being Mr. Diane Turner overpowered his hysterics. His pace started getting quicker. “Diane, you’re right about one thing, we’ve lived in this town our whole lives. I’ve known you since we were little, but the one thing that has never changed is your arrogance.” His hands finally reached the wooden gate and he tried to quickly shut it but Diane, with a furious expression tore right through behind him, not caring if she stepped on any flowers.

“All I’m saying is that we could never be happy together, so therefore, after thinking, and realizing I’m too poor to buy you a fancy ring or anything really, maybe, perhaps, we shouldn’t get married at all. Have a good day!” He opened and slammed his front door shut, leaning his back against the heavy oak and sliding down until he almost hit the floor. After he was sure she was gone, he bolted out of his house, muttering to himself.

“Mousier Turner- ha! Can’t you just see it? Her husband! No sir!” He ran off into the wide open lands behind his house, practically collapsing as he stared up into the sky. Didn’t anybody realize that he wanted to leave this village? He wanted adventure so much he dreamt vivid dreams about traveling. Why couldn’t anyone understand?
-

“I cannot do this anymore Spencer.” His mother sighed, quill in hand, scrolls of various chapters about her novel she had been working on. Every year she would write one but no one ever picked them up. “Too intimidated by your genius” Spencer would tell her.

“Mother you always say that, and every year you finish it.” Spencer waved off his mother’s rambling, trying to find a place to set down a meal for her. It was crunch time, her leaving tomorrow meant he needed to finish editing today.

“I mean it, this time.  I’ll never get this boneheaded story to sound even remotely good at all.” Diana ran her hand through her hair, elbows on the desk in front of her. Spencer shook his head, making his way over to her.

“Yes, you will.  And you’ll finally get that publication.” He continued as she groaned,
wrapping his arms around her shoulders.  "…and become a world famous author! Soon every person in the world will have their very own Diana Reid story.

“You really believe that?’ Her tone became soft, unbelieving.  "I always have.” he reassured her, kissing his mother on the cheek. She seemed satisfied with that so he had started cleaning up, making sure not to step on any pages.

“So, did you have a good time in town today?” She mumbled as she worked, adjusting her spectacles.

“I got a new book.” He shrugged and stayed quiet for a few moments. “……Mama, do you think I’m odd?”

“My son?  Odd?” She tutted, shaking her head.  "Where would you get an idea like that?“

"Oh, I don’t know.  It’s just I’m not sure I’ve ever really fitted in this town. There’s no one I can really talk to.”

“What about that…’ She snapped her fingers for a moment trying to think. "Diane?  She’s a pretty little thing! Rich as well….” Spencer snorted. “She’s pretty all right, pretty rude and conceited and…Oh Mother, she’s not for me!”

“Well, don’t you worry, cause this book should be the start of a new life for us. I think that’s done it.  Now, give it a read.” She thrusted the stack of papers over in his direction. It took him about 20 minutes to get through the whole thing, well, everything he was given while Diana almost paced a hole in the floor. “Well….It’s wonderful. My favorite book so far.”

“It works? It works!” She shrieked, grabbing him in a hug and kissing his face.

“You did it!  You really did it!” He hoped his mother’s words rang true. He so badly wished to get out of here, one nice he knew for certain his mother was safe, maybe then he could try thinking about love.
-

The next morning Spencer watched with a frown as his mother got ready for her yearly trip to Paris. He was never allowed to go, and although he wondered why, he never fought his mother’s decision. She went every year not only to go and publish her books but to go and learn new things, get new books, and bring back new ideas. Diana had always wanted to be a teacher, but she wasn’t allowed to, as a women, for they were too “fragile”.

“My dear, is there anything you would like?” Diana was bustling around outside, getting all of her bags and books. Spencer pitched in to help, his added strength unfortunately making the job done quicker.

“I only wish for a rose.” He replied, smile growing when Diana turned, slightly puzzled. “You ask for that every year…” She wondered out loud, giving him a look.

“There are no roses that grow in this part of town… I’ve looked everywhere. I can remember when I was younger, they used to be all around us…” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, stopping his bashful activities when his mother leaned over and kissed his forehead.

“Then I will continue to bring you one.” She cupped the side of his face with her hand, saying her goodbyes and heading on her way. Spencer ran behind her, shouting and waving his own goodbyes until Phillippe pulled the carriage too fast for his liking.

It wasn’t until early the next morning, earlier then the crows of the roosters that Spencer heard violent whinny’s outside of the house. He opened the door to find Phillippe, no carriage, his mother not in sight. Without a second thought he climbed on the horses back, flicking the reins.

“Take me to her.”

It doesn’t need to be an attack. It can be as subtle as you want to make it.
I can decide where, when and how, I just need to pick the right moment.

Standing behind you in a crowd, placing my hands on your hips, I whisper in your ear ‘you’re ticklish aren’t you?’.

That’s all it takes. You body instantly goes into alert mode, your shoulders rise and goose bumps run up the back of your arms. You’ve never been more aware of where my hands are than this moment right now.

I’ve said four words and you’ve started to blush, you’re shaking inside, waiting, wondering how you’re going to cope with what you think is coming. All these people here. Your cheeks fully flush.

You flinch as I lean in to your ear again. 'I’m going to tickle you…’.

I move my fingers an inch on your hips and your shoulder blades move inwards, you stand taller. It’s like I have a puppet, your skin is the strings, I have control.

I can feel you shaking, I know you’re biting your lip without even seeing your face. You playfully push back against me, your body says 'stop it’ but I know your mind is just waiting, craving that jolt. You start to breath deeper.

I slide my hands around your smooth tummy and feel it contract. I know by now your legs are starting to shake. I lean in again and whisper 'you’re Tickle Trash aren’t you?’.

Your legs lock firm and your shoulders rise again. The anticipation is wrecking you, your body is buzzing all over. I slide my fingers back to your hips as I lean in one last time 'Just wait until I get you home…’

It’s as easy as that. Nobody noticed. I don’t have to attack you to ruin you.