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Dimples (MET with FemReader) fluffy drabble

Originally posted by antisepticdark

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): lmao I was gunna’ write this and then I remembered this request

Request: Idk if requests are open but i ADORE you’re writing???? And i was wondering if maybe (if you want!) You could make a mark, tyler, and ethan with reader again? Idc what situation, thank you so much!!!

Warnings: Swearing mixed with bullshit and fluff

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“No, no see? Ethan doesn’t have any.” you declared.

You lightly poked at the blue boy’s cheeks making him smile even wider.

“What is the percentage of humans that do have dimples?” Mark asked.

The four of you were sat outside under the inkwell sky. Soft yellow light that was produced from the porch lamps and sizzling fire were the only sources of light around. The L.A air was thick with a gentle heat from around the firepit, but had a crisp bite when you were out of range.

“I don’t know, like twenty?” you answered.

“Mark doesn’t have any.” Ethan pointed out.

You shifted your stare to look upon the dark haired man in the lawn chair beside yours. Squinting your eyes, you looked at him intently.

Mark didn’t move.

“Penis.” you demanded bluntly.

Mark couldn’t help but childishly break down laughing, along with Ethan.

You viewed his cheeks briefly before looking at Ethan “You’re right.”

Tyler smiled at you and chuckled a bit. You looked down at your crossed legs.

“None of you have any. Wow.” you commented, peering back up.

“What about you?” Ethan questioned, shifting calmly to look at you. A smile broke his face.

“Nahh.” you replied nonchalantly.

“No, you do. I’ve seen them.” Tyler defended, smiling a bit wider.

“Pfft, no.”

Your eyes caught sight of Mark wiggling and whining like a kid “Whaat? You have dimples and Tyler is the only one that gets to see them?”

“No, because even he hasn’t seen them because they don’t exist.” you challenged.

All Mark did was get up and strut to stand in front of you.

You looked away from him briskly, turning to face Tyler.

The bright night stars reflected off his irises and he beamed at you. To him, you mouthed the word ‘help’.

“(Y/nnnn), can I see your face please? I only want to spit on it.” Mark asked sweetly.

You shook your head wildly and squirmed a bit in you lawn chair “That’s rape.”

“May I please see your face?” The brunette asked with a bit more force.

“The Lord will slaughter your grandchildren for your crimes.”

“Pleeeaseeee??” he whined again, reaching a large hand down to you. Behind him you could hear both Tyler and Ethan already giggling.

“I REQUIRE AN ADULT!” You laughed, still not looking at him. You wiggled a bit more, eyeing behind Mark in caution “Be careful, Mark, there’s a fire there!”

“Shut up and look at me!” Mark laughed on his own.

His hand found your jaw and he pulled it to make you view him directly.

You were laughing profoundly now and so was everyone else.

“You liar, you do have dimples!”

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(A/n): Well, if this isn’t cute, then I don’t know what is

Liberty Pt.7


Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, surprise character!

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Hungover!Reader, kisses and tickling (fluff), violence (slight gore) sexual harassment, implied necrophilia (shit gets real guys im sorry) death, family issues, guns, daggers, threats.

Word Count: 3217

A/N: enjoy, put a lot of thought into this chapter, my head is spinning! I’m also taking the heading out of new chapters now to keep it tidier.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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“Y/N… Did your father ever tell you where that lullaby is from?” Bucky asked, he could feel the unwanted tears pool in his eyes.

“Mmm, he ne’er told me, why’d y’ask Buck?” You mumbled in your relaxed state.

“Doll… That’s a lullaby only pirates know.”

~

You were fast asleep before you could hear the words, the hangover hitting you prematurely. Bucky shifted you off of his lap to lay on your side on the king size bed. He admired your sleeping form; hair mussed and fanned against the pillow behind you, lips parted ever so slightly, a light snore coming from your mouth. He chuckled before draping the covers over you and kissing your temple.

As Bucky shifted out of the bedchamber, he made his way to the main deck to Steve, Peggy, Sam and Wanda. Both couples were dancing merrily as Bucky approached them. Judging by his scrunched features, they knew something was amiss.

Psst, guys, I need to to tell you something, like, right now.

They all gathered to the galley, ushering the two men that were situated in there outside.

What’s happened? Is everything alright, James?” Peggy pushed, worried for the man in front of her.

I-I’ve just put Y/N to bed and, er,” Bucky stuttered, not knowing how to wrap his head around the subject, “she requested if she could sing me a lullaby, albeit it was actually her going to sleep, and… the one she sang, it… it was a pirate’s lullaby, thought some of the words were missing I recognized them perfectly. Her father is a governor, she told me herself- she told me her father used to sing it to her when she was a babe, her mother had died during childbirth.”  

It took a while for the group to adjust to Bucky’s confession, the thought of you knowing such a rare poem, known only to pirates, shook them.

Steve cleared his throat, “Surely there must be some coincidence? Maybe… Maybe her father heard it from someone whom he was traveling the seas with?” He pondered, and Peggy wrapped her hands around his arm, squeezing him with a smile.

Steve, always the man who had faith in the most unlikely people, even if he didn’t know them.

N-No, I wouldn’t think so. We all know Pirates sing those lullabies to their own kin, they don’t sing them when they’re wandering or in enemy territory, or anywhere off their ships, for that matter. There must be some sort of connection?” Bucky was pacing now, making conspiracies throughout his head and Wanda cleared her throat.

Oh, merciful God… Bucky, you do know who’s been missing for nineteen years, right? He hasn’t been seen by a living soul, he was only known by his pirate name. The Trading Company never caught him because they could never locate him, therefore they never knew what he looked like. My…My father told me-

Oh, don’t say his name. I beg of you.” Bucky cried, everyone’s eyes were on him. The realization and fear was written on all of their faces.

We have to think of a plan, Bucky,” Sam mumbled.

Bucky kicked a lone stool before rubbing his face. “You’re correct, Sam. We need to make a plan tonight, Steve, Peggy,” Bucky looked up at the tall blonde and short brunette, earning two small nods, “what are your thoughts on accompanying us to Singapore?

~

The Governor stood by the large grandfather clock, the time was 8:46 pm and he was holding his daughter’s pale blue dress in his withering hands. He made his way to the main deck of his ship, where Peter awaited.

Sir, I swear. I haven’t seen her or two weeks. She didn’t say a word to me - like she would have - she would have left a note or a letter or a secret sort of hint. I’ve only just found her dress underneath my bed, a pair of pants and a blouse of mine have gone missing too. She only mentioned once - and this was months ago - that she wanted to go away and never come back. I’m sorry, Sir.” Peter stuttered, his fingers tapping against one another as the crease between his brows deepened. The young man was upset, worried, all the negative emotions rushing towards him full throttle like a tidal wave. He felt heartbroken because you were his best friend- his only friend apart from the mule that shifted the grinds and gears in the blacksmiths.

It’s okay, Peter, you didn’t know,” The man reassured him, patting him on the back. “Why don’t you eat something, boy? I’m sure you’re famished after all the interrogation, help yourself to some fruit and water.

Peter muttered thanks as he plucked an apple from the fruit crate.

I’d like you to accompany me, Peter, I want you to help me find my daughter.

It’d be an honour, Sir.

Let’s hoist the sails then, Mr. Parker.

~

The sun had risen, the blinding rays blinding your awakening form. You looked at the small clock hung against the wall of the bedchamber and gasped; it was half nine in the morning, you were normally awake by eight.

You looked beside you to find Bucky’s side of the bed empty, the memories of last night’s rendezvous flowing through your head, the dancing the alcohol, the shooting the throwing up, all of it. But there was something missing, you felt, something important.

As you scrambled to get up, a throbbing pain occurred between your eyes.

Hangover.

So this is what it feels like? The effects of the rum from the party had definitely turned your brain into a whirlwind of blood, sending you straight to your knees with a small cry.

You suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the bedchamber, you looked up to see Bucky coming to crouch by your side.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky asked, his warm hands coming to lift you up and plop you down on the bed gently.

I-I don’t know, Buck. I just need some water…” You looked up at him. His eyes were surrounded by purple again, a dark shadow. Judging by his clothes, he hadn’t even come to bed last night.

I know that look, doll, what’s wrong?” The tall brunette kneeled in front of you, his hands gently rubbing at your bare thighs.

You didn’t sleep last night, why, Bucky? You know it makes you feel unwell.

I…

Come on, my love, spit it out. Tell me how you’re feeling and what’s on your mind.” You urged, your eyes still squinting because of the harsh rays of sunlight pouring through the small windows. You brought your small hands to run through his dark hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

You’re going to have to take this in… carefully. Well, last night, you were absolutely smashed, no doubt about it,” You groaned at the words, scared that you did anything embarrassing. “you… You were resting your head on my lap as you were drifting off. You asked if you could sing me a lullaby,” You turned beet-red in embarrassment. “What you sang…fuck…” He rested his forehead on your stomach and breathed deeply.

Oh, someday this chair may be a boat for another pair and you and your baby will sail the sea.” He mumbled the words, the octaves of his voice slightly deeper.

Within this same rocking chair, and as we rock and hum and sing so you will go sailing too,” You continued.

And pirate dreams, with sweep and with swing, will take baby and boat and you.” Bucky looked up at you then, meeting your bright eyes. You felt the tears prick at the corners; your father had always sung that to you when you were small, and at times when you couldn’t sleep as a young adult and the realisation hit you. “Y/N… it’s a pirate’s lullaby.

I-I gathered that from the…the…” Your chest started heaving as the panic hit you. Was your father a pirate? Was he a wanted man? Was his name even his actual name?

Darling, shh, shh, it’s going to be okay. Now, I need you to listen to me, please, Y/N?” Bucky gently grabbed your face in his calloused hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the salty tears smearing your cheeks. “We’ll figure this out, but I’m going to have to ask you some questions- that’s if you don’t mind?” You shook your head.

Bucky crawled onto the bed and ushered you to sit on his lap, facing him. His hands pulled at your waist, egging you into coming closer to him, you obliged and shuffled up, your smooth thighs rubbing against the cord-like fabric of his trousers. You felt one of Bucky’s large hands rub up and down soothingly on your back and you relaxed in his touch.

Now, my love, I’ll probably only have to ask you about three questions.” You hummed in response, tears still slipping from your eyes. “Could you tell me what your father looks like?

You described him as a man with slightly tan skin, wrinkles upon his face, and when he didn’t wear the grey Governor’s wig, he donned a head full of jet black hair which was usually ties back. He sported a dark grey to almost black beard, always trimmed neatly. As you finished your description, Bucky inhaled shakily.

Did he ever mention to you about a ship called ‘The Queen Anne’s Revenge?’”

No, I don’t think he did.” You whispered, playing with the ruffled edge of the collar of his blouse.

There was once a pirate named Blackbeard. 19 years ago…He disappeared off the face of the earth, no one knew where he went, where he is at this very moment.” You furrowed your brow, trying to string things together in your mind. “Rumours spread amongst pirates that the notorious captain had found love in a woman of good fortune, she was a Lady, born not to royalty but to wealth. He wasn’t attracted to her money, but to her soul.” Bucky took a deep breath and continued his explanation. “His ship was the Queen Anne’s Revenge and when he disappeared, she disappeared with him, maybe she lies at the bottom of the ocean, who knows. But I must ask you this, Y/N. What is your father’s name?

Edward. Edward Teach.” You replied.

~

Bucky felt as if his whole world had jolted to a stop, he felt the colour drain from his face as he heard the name fall from your lips.

Blackbeard, also known as Edward Teach (amongst pirates) was the thing all men feared aside the gallows. Bucky had never met the man, but his father used to tell him stories about the wickedness; how he could use his sword to steer his ship and maim mutineers with a flick of his fingers.

If it wasn’t coincidental, and Blackbeard was your father, everyone surrounding you would be in mortal danger. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

Bucky gently squeezed your hip, “Your father is Blackbeard.

“Is that… a bad thing?

Many people have fallen to his blade, he had no mercy, killed innocent men and women. Some say he was full of dark magic- that his sword was cursed. He attempted to take command of the sea, but failed, that’s when he went missing. Most pirates assumed he had been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker- but they were obviously wrong.” You took a sharp inhale of breath, pulling back to look Bucky dead in the eyes.

He’ll come for us, he’ll find us. My father didn’t really pay much attention to me after I turned 18- he arranged for me to be married to Commodore Zemo but-

Zemo?” Bucky choked, his turquoise eyes wide with shock and his mouth agape.

Yes, Baron Zemo… A weird man, really, do you know him, Bucky?” You questioned, hands still resting lightly on his neck.

Not personally, but we’ve had a few spats during my years sailing the sea. He tried to send me to the gallows once, I’m surprised you never heard.” You winced at the thought of Bucky being hanged. He looked at you then, a hand creeping its way to your face, a soft thumb rubbing your jaw.

He pulled you a bit closer as he placed a soft kiss to your nose. You blushed and giggled as he began to pepper kisses all over your face, the tickling feeling making you forget about the life threatening circumstances for just a few fleeting moments.

I must admit, waking up how I did wasn’t the best way to wake up, neither was the whole ‘your father is blackbeard!’ but, right now, with you? I can get through my day.” You murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Bucky’s lips. Your Bucky.

I’m sorry you had to wake up like that. Y’know, if I could rewind to the day you boarded my ship I wouldn’t have grabbed you by the neck and scared the shit out of you- if I heard what had been going on I would have been way easier on you than I was at the beginning.” Bucky admitted.

My sweet, I wouldn’t have it any different. I’m here now, I’m happier than I was back at Port Royal, I wouldn’t trade it for the most rarest gold on this earth.

Are you sweet talking me, princess?” You chuckled and then your smile faltered.

Er, have Peggy and Steve left?

No, actually, with all the whole… y’know, they’re accompanying us to Singapore.” He grinned as he saw your face light up. You done a double fist to the air and yelped when Bucky’s slender fingers tickled your soft sides, you were a laughing, fidgeting mess and he looked at you with the amount of admiration a smitten husband gives his wife.

You are truly beautiful, Y/N, are you sure you’re not a mermaid?” Bucky chuckled.

I’m not as beautiful as a mermaid, Bucky.

True, you’re way more beautiful.” Bucky began to tickle you again, making you fall backwards onto the large with a thump. Bucky laid by your side and held your hand in his whilst you both stared up at the ceiling.

So… what’s the master plan for today?” You mumbled.

Well, Peggy and Sam are going to teach you how to shoot properly until you can get the hang of it yourself. Steve, Wanda and I are going to inform the crews what is going to happen, or what could happen, hopefully there won’t be any backlash or mass suicide as soon as they hear the word ‘Blackbeard’

~

The fuck do you mean Y/N’s father is Blackbeard?!” You heard Brock scream. You were on the quarterdeck of the ship with Peggy and Sam, firing a few rounds for practice. You turned back to Sam and he looked at you with a face and he mumbled ‘ignore him, he’s an arrogant piece of shit

Men! Listen to me!” Bucky yelled, clearly irritated at the hustling and bustling of worried and angered voices. “This has all happened so suddenly. Y/N didn’t know until I had to confirm it for her. She is just as shaken as we are!

The rest of what he said was white noise as you tried to focus on shooting. The small blasts in front of you the only thing you could really hear.

~

Later that night, you had a small moment of despair and anxiety. Your father was Blackbeard. Your father was a murderer, a fugitive.

As you leaned against the railing of Bucky’s ship, you looked up at the stars. As a little girl, your father told you that your mother was up there somewhere, always looking down on you. But now you didn’t know what to believe, first your father not informing you about who and what he was, what if your mother was still alive?

You felt a stray tear slip down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as you heard heavy footsteps approach you.

No need for tears.” The voice was gruff, and you instantly recognized it from earlier; Brock Rumlow.

B-Brock, er, what are you doing out here? I thought you’d be sleeping…

No time to sleep when Blackbeard has resurfaced.” He snapped, and you suddenly saw him flinch. You felt a cold blade being held against your neck as he pressed his front onto your back, squishing you between his tall body and the hard wood of the ship.

W-What are you-” You stopped speaking as the blade was pressed harder against your neck.

Now you listen to me, princess. I don’t care if you’re the Captain’s little slut, I will slice your fucking throat open, let you drain and then dump your body in the ocean for your dear father to find, after me and my friend Alexander have had a little bit of fun with you,” You could feel the pulsing behind your eyes and the burning in your throat as you struggled to keep the pained cries from slipping out. The words coming from his mouth were vile like nothing you heard before, you were disgusted and felt the familiar sensation of vomit rise in your throat. “I’m not risking Blackbeard’s blade again,Again? So this is a grudge. “and I know for a fact he will find all of us, probably massacre us all just to get his precious little daughter back.

By then you were shaking like a leaf, you weren’t going to get out of this.

Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot your fuckin’ nasty piece of shit head off your neck right now.” Sam’s thick accent growled. Thank goodness, you were saved. You were stupid enough to come out here unarmed.

As Brock turned his head, holding you still underneath his bulging arm, he heard a whirring surrounding his ears and red wisps of light swirled around his head and neck.

You move that blade one inch and I will crush the bones in your neck to dust, then I will gladly watch you suffer.” Wanda. It was two against one, but you were still at a disadvantage; unarmed with the sharp metal still held against the soft skin of your neck, right on top of the hard cartilage. Your life was in this bastard’s hands, literally.

Before you could think, a loud bang came from behind you, the sound of curdling blood strong in your ears and you felt the sticky texture of it and human tissue splatter against your skin. You felt the burly man’s body fall limp, the blade falling from his then clenched fist.

You whipped around on your heel to see Bucky holding a rifle, the face he held was murderous and his eyes looked almost black in the dim light, it was almost as if he didn’t look like himself.

Sam, fetch me Pierce, please.” Bucky’s voice was deeper than usual, yes, his voice would drop a few octaves when he was angry, but this was a whole other level.

Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.

~

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Sports Bras and Trench Coats

Request: Could you do one where the reader is the Winchester’s little (half) sister and she stays behind on hunts to do research and what not. But she also does stuff like yoga while her brothers are gone and Cas comes to check on her and she’s still in her yoga clothes so it leads to smutty goodness and both them confessing their feelings or something like that

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, lanugage, oral (female receiving), slight dom!cas, ehh and some orgasm denial, it’s just very smutty okay?

Word Count: 1.9k

Originally posted by castielthesoldierofgod

You were stretching, getting ready to do your morning yoga when your phone rang. Every time you were getting ready to do something for yourself your phone rang. Everytime.

“Hey Sammy.” You tried not to sound annoyed.

“Okay, so, this isn’t a werewolf.” he said right away.

“What? How do you know?”

“Hearts aren’t missing, they’re just…placed somewhere else.”

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to do the research for this one, not that you really minded, you just wish that your brothers didn’t need you at the exact moment you were getting ready to do something else.

“Okay, I’ll look it up.”

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best.” he told you.

“I know,” you said before hanging up.

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Tales of Miss Fortune (Part 4)

Welp, everybody ready for Ladrien? Also, excuse y lack of talent when it comes to fighting scenes descriptions

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Adrien sighed as he typed away some report. Alright, so they got the best wool from the Vucana sheep, the national animal of Chile. No, Peru. Yeah, the national animal of Peru. Wait… why did he write down about the origin of their wool stocks when he was working on a report about the perfume line? Adrien squinted at his screen, obviously looking for a reason why he was being an idiot when someone cleared their throat. Adrien glanced up, to see Marinette giving him a dotting look, her arms crossed over her chest while she tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. Adrien gulped, making himself small in his chair. One may think he had no reason to be scared of his assistant. Well, those people obviously never met Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Adrien couldn’t even care less she was 30 centimeters shorter than him, she was terrifying. She had a glare that could unleash the apocalypse and he saw her arguing with someone and he was pretty sure that person pissed their pants at the sight of angry Marinette. Also, Adrien saw her running in stilettos without a trouble which only made her more terrifying. Who can run in stilettos without some dark magic going on? So yeah, you could bet your ass Adrien was cowering in fear at the sight of an obviously annoyed Marinette.

“Can… can I help you?” he asked in a small voice, trying to give her his best kitty eyes and somehow soften her.

“All the paperwork you sent to me to forward had mistakes in it. In the last report that is referring to the new shoe collection, you said there should be an increase in cashmere use.”

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, but closed it back just as fast. Honestly, it didn’t seem so far-fetched, given his state lately, but he still had so much to work on. “I’ll be more careful.” he promised only to flinch as Marinette closed the lid of his laptop a little bit too forcefully.

Adrien gulped as she lifted him off the chair by the tie. “Where are we going?” in all honesty, he hoped the answer wasn’t ‘your death’ or something similar. Or… you know, actually, he was going to enough of a young adulthood crisis to enjoy being caressed by the sweet touch of death.

“To the gym.” she said shortly, before dragging him towards the elevator.

Now, you may wonder, why would the headquarters of a fashion empire have a gym. The answer: his father had to be extra™ while working on the plans of the building.They also had a pool, a jacuzzi, and a mini spa.


Well, Marinette was right, exercising did help with stress relief. And stretching his muscles really came as a good distraction from all the work. From both jobs.

“Hey, Adrien.” he turned around to find Marinette leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring. “Wanna spar?”

Adrien considered his options for a second before nodding and joining her in the ring. As the sparing began, he couldn’t help but notice that Marinette was having good moves and defensives stances. She probably had some martial arts training, but Adrien still referred to no go full force on her. She might have training, but he was a part-time superhero. It just didn’t seem fair to go to hard on her when there were criminals that he didn’t go hard on because it wasn’t necessary. He moved fastly, trying to give a blow to her left, but in a blink of an eye, he found himself on his back, staring at the ceiling in surprise. Marinette moved forward blocking his view while her hands were holding his shoulder and neck securely.

Her lips curled in a cocky smirk. “Don’t go easy on me, sir.”

“As you wish.” Adrien declared after a couple of seconds.

Getting back on their feet, they began to spar again.

Marinette had the first round in the bag. It started pretty normally, they both focused more on hand to hand combat. Left, block, upper right, dodge, spin and low blow, move out of the way. Adrien was all too familiar with this dance. But honestly, he wanted to kick himself for making such an amateurish move to leave his feet unprotected. Marinette took advantage of that to knock him over. He was about to try to roll her over, when she secured his hands in an almost painful grip above his head while she was squeezing his hips with her thighs.

(Which he was entirely not enjoying, the same way he wasn’t enjoying her position on his crotch. No, sir, he was entirely professional.)

“I win.” Marinette declared in an almost bored tone, as of kicking his ass was a daily occurrence, very much like washing the dishes.

The second round was his. The fighting had been much more intense and it seemed both him and Marinette weren’t pulling their punches anymore. And he came to the conclusion he won’t ever get Marinette angry. She was ridiculously strong, flexible and had great stamina, given the sparing was going intensely for around fifteen minutes. Adrien had half a mind to suggest her to become a superhero. It was by pure luck, he caught her in a less favorable pose. He managed to get her hands in a lock, pulling her back against him, while he keept her hands seized by his side, his feet moving to block hers from kicking him over. They were both breathing heavily and Adrien took a couple of seconds to enjoy the sweet victory. But just when he was about to declare it, Marinette giggled.

“Are you trying to seduce me so you can win?” she teased in a voice that seemed oddly familiar, obviously referring. “Because two can play that game, sir.”

Adrien tried to keep from gasping as she rolled her backside against him. It just crashed on Adrien that they were in an awfully intimate position, her back to his chest, their limbs tangled together and their breaths still heavy. Adrien let go of her fastly, for the sake of saving whatever appearances were left (for whom… he wasn’t sure).

“That doesn’t work on me. You have no idea what I’ve been through.” he muttered darkly. “Round three!” he shouted without noticing the huge smirk playing on her lips as if she knew exactly what he’s been through.

In all honesty, Adrien had absolutely no idea what the hell happened in round three. But somehow he found himself on top of Marinette, his forearm against her throat, keeping her in place. Their chests were heaving against each other and they could feel the other’s ragged breath on their faces. And there was something in Marinette’s eyes, a fire that he couldn’t quite describe. Not that he had time to linger on it, because Marinette took advantage of his stillness to grab his arm and throw him over her head and right on his back. Fucking hell, she was strong! He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he should do next before he felt a pair of strong thighs wrapping around his head and neck. He felt like choking and it wasn’t because of the lack of air. By all means, if he will die, death by being strangled by Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s wonderfully muscled thighs was a fantastic way to go. But that wasn’t his main problem right now. No, his main problem was caused because of his heightened senses caused by the cat miraculous influence. He could smell things people couldn’t. And in that moment he was smelling arousal. And it smelled so sweet it made his mouth almost water. God, he wanted a taste of it. And just when he seemed to be left without any air, Marinette freed him. Not that it helped too much. Not when he was still laying in between her spread legs, not while her bare abs were glistening with sweat and certainly not when here hair was a wild mess, falling in her eyes as she parted those pink lips of hers. Oh, fuck.

“Are you alright? You look positively starved,” she stated, tilting her head almost innocently. “And you are awfully red.”

Adrien gathered himself and got on his feet as fast as possible, turning away from her. “It is because of the workout!” he argued.

He didn’t notice the way Marinette licked her lips, as if she just got some wonderful juice from which she intended to savor every drop.


Adrien hated himself. And his cat tendencies. No, wait. Tomcat tendencies. God, he couldn’t believe that thing crossed his mind. And towards Marinette! Hell knows what she must think of him. Adrien wanted to scream at the thought of losing his only current friend. She didn’t react badly after the whole incident, not even when they went back to the office. The things seemed as they always were. But something still felt off.

And as if it was magic, an alarm from a store began wheezing just then. Nudging his pocket to wake up Plagg, Adrien slipped in an ally. God, a superhero can’t even go grocery shopping without something happening. Just when he was about to call his transformation, a sweet voice interrupted him.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Adrien’s eyes were close to bugging out of his head at the sight of her jumping in the alley and walking towards him slowly.

“Miss Fortune.” he gasped.

“Oh, “ she put a hand over her heart. “So you know me.”

Adrien knew her personally, but he was sure the rest of Paris knew how she looked too. He began, to retreat slowly, only for his back to hit the wall.

“Lucky thing, “ she walked slowly towards him. “I know who you are too.”

For a second, he felt his blood run cold at the thought of her knowing his secret identity. But these worries were vanquished a second later when she stated. “You are Adrien Agreste. The model. You are even more handsome up close.”

Adrien was flabbergasted when she began running a hand through his hair, playing with it, before she slid her fingers down, caressing his cheek. She sighed dreamily. “Why do I always fall for the beautiful blondes? It is almost like I have a type.”

Huh, handsome blondes? Who was she talking about?

Coming even closer, she leaned against him, playing with the collar of his shirt. “So Adrien, given my kitten is so adamant about not kissing me, what about you? Would you like a taste of sweetness?”

Adrien gulped, as sh leaned closer, tilting her head. And her lips were really tempting, they had always been, so full and pink and he truly wanted a try. But there was a voice in the back of his mind screaming about morals and how kissing criminals wasn’t a superhero’s business. Looking aside, Adrien shook his head. “I’m not kissing thieves.”

“Oh, “ if he wouldn’t know better he could have sworn she sounded disappointed. Adrien noticed her expression dropped, before regaining her flirty demeanor back fastly. “well, if you ever change your mind… “

She kissed her index finger before tapping his nose with it, while leaning in awfully close and staring at him with those startling blue eyes. “… you just have to call my name, and I’ll make sure you won’t need anything else sweet ever again.”

Turning on her heels, she took a few steps with a swing in her hips. “Until then, au revoir pretty little thing.”

And with that, she threw her yoyo up disappearing in the night and leaving a flabbergasted Adrien Agreste against a wall in the alley.

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It has been pointed out to me (again) that not everyone can or actually does their own batch fixing - whether it’s platform, testicular fortitude, or sheer lack of vim - we don’t judge here at the studio. I’m here to the rescue … months later. I’m told that it’s really the thought that counts (thanks Mum).

  • The mirror script fail. Not sure when it happened, but it did. Now it’s script-flawless.
  • Dining Table/chairs - you may now use these in restaurants. Please tip your waitron.
  • Dining Chairs - now able to work with Toddlers (as if anyone can work with those things - it’s like herding cats). These chairs have been painstakingly coded to allow toddlers to use them. Sippie-cup not included.

To make all of this a little less hurty, I have included two newish items. One you might already have, but this is sooo different.The Leaning Domed Mirror (2017). It leans a little less than it’s sibling. Awesome, right? Truth be told I am dubious of the lean-iest of the grouping - I should have just included this in the set when I released it.

Then we have the Funny Bunny dining chair. Some may remember this from Sims 3 when I released it in 2012. Where I was fixing chairs it made sense to finally convert it so I hopped right on it.

All items are included in the zip. Make sure to search out the older versions and remove them - they may have a slightly different name [sorry]. Dispose of the items you don’t need or want from the zip.

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Fanfiction - The Teacher II

I had no choice, really. If you missed it, here is part I.

The Teacher II

Claire hesitated in front of the door, the incrusted bronze plate shining with the letters “Professor Fraser”, beckoning her to dare and knock. She breathed deeply and raised her fist to announce her presence.

“Yes?” A voice answered inside, in a lilt that made her stomach explode in a frenzy of millions of bubbles. She half-opened the door in order to peek inside, realizing that he was accompanied by a student, sitting in front of him in what could only be called “the hot seat”. “Ah, it’s ye Miss Beauchamp.”

“Sorry to disturb you, Professor Fraser.” She said in a respectful tone, watching as her colleague – another Health Management student - looked at her with a cry for help in his brown eyes – slightly hazed from too much weed -, his shoulders slumped in mortal shame. “I have some questions about the essay I still have to write for your class. I was wondering if I could go over them with you, sir.”

James Fraser gave her an uninterested look – which could clearly be interpreted as annoyance with her presence – and finally nodded.

“I’ll be with you presently, Miss Beauchamp.” He said dryly. ”As soon as Mister King here understands that copying a page from Wikipedia is not acceptable as an essay. You do realize I have access to the Internet, Mister King?” His eyebrows were raised above the rim of his black eyeglasses, enhancing his disappointment at his student poorly conducted machinations.

“Yes, Professor Fraser.” The boy furiously nodded, a sinner in repentance, his neck slowly disappearing between his shoulders as he tried to bury himself away, escaping those piercing blue eyes. “I am very sorry, sir.”

“I’m sure ye are.” The teacher gave him a lopsided smile, neatly pilling the sheets of paper crossed out in red ink and pushing them in his direction. “You have until tomorrow to deliver a corrected version of this paper, Mister King. I’ll have to grade it for a maximum “B” after this mischief, but it’s certainly better than the current “D” – from disaster.”

He pursed his lips and waited patiently as the student collected his belongings and made the walk of shame towards the door of his office. Claire could barely contain a smile as her colleague grimaced to her, rolling his eyes in despair, his back turned to the punishing master.

“Come in, Miss Beauchamp.” Professor Fraser urged her and, quickly patting Arthur King’s back in comfort, Claire moved inside the office and closed the door behind her. “How can I help ye?” He asked in a dark tone.

He looked serious and poised, his forearms resting on the mahogany table in front of him. His office was clean and discrete, fairly organized with stacks of paper and folders thoroughly aligned and labelled. He had a shelf filled with books behind him, silently complaining with copious overweight – Claire recognized titles from classic economy books but also lots of poetry and historical tomes. Over the years – both in nursing school and now as medical student –, she had been inside many teacher’s offices. There was a tendency for hoarding and to accumulate trinkets and photographs, as they spent so much time working inside them. However, Jamie’s office spoke of order and contention, only a photograph of himself with a dark haired woman – the same blue slanted eyes smiling to the photographer, betraying their kinship – and a small statue of a leaping stag.

“I was wondering if you could explain me again some concepts.” Claire said in strong voice, locking the door from the inside and slowly moving towards his desk. “I’m not sure I’m truly enlighten about them – in spite of our class yesterday.”

“Do ye now?” Jamie quirked a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “I thought I was fairly clear.” He rose from his chair and came around the desk, nearing her like a graceful predator.

“Some things benefit from repetition.” She licked her lips and, smiling widely, sat on his desk – her floral dress hiking up as she went, exposing her fair legs to his eyes, soft and creamy.

“Christ, Sassenach.” His mask of tight control fell – exposing his raw edges underneath it. He moaned and strode towards her in a heartbeat, placing himself between her parted thighs, his mouth punishing hers for the teasing, his hands grasping her curly hair. “I just had ye yesterday, but I want ye so much it hurts already.”

“I want you too.” She panted, as he touched her breast with his strong palm, her nipple already painfully aware of his proximity. “I couldn’t help myself – I had to come. I had to see you, to feel you.”

“When I saw ye standing at my door, I almost lost it.” He groaned, his hands brushing the soft skin inside her thighs, as he kissed and suckled her neck. “And ye – wearing this dress, ye wicked little vixen. I thought I’d throw ye into my desk and take ye, there and then, right in front of Mister King.”

“You’re a very good actor.” She laughed, her hands fumbling with the zipper of his pants. “I could swear you didn’t even like me – least of all wanted to shag me in your office.” Claire yelped as he kneeled in front of her and bit the sensitive skin, moist and heated from his attentions.

“This is madness.” He nuzzled her, his hands gripping her arse to bring her closer to him. “If we behave like uncontrolled teenagers someone will find out. We need to stop seeing each other here.”

A month before they had started seeing each other – meeting for dinner away from campus and taking long walks on secluded parks and on the coastline, where they could hold hands and kiss, languid and carefree. The underlying attraction had been there from the start, they were forced to admit – and their mutual feelings had bloomed into full spring, nurtured by hours of solitude and touches. At first the idea of sneaking around was fun and certainly arousing – but soon enough the burden of pretending indifference had become a permanent struggle and a source of unhappiness.

“You can stop.” Claire suggested teasingly, her lips tasting the hollow of his throat – skilfully undoing the first buttons of his shirt – the pulse of desire emanating from his skin. “I won’t force you, I promise.”

“I canna refuse ye.” He said in a hoarse voice, his accent made more evident by lust and strong emotion, as she struggled to free him from the constraining underwear. “Not today – nor ever, mo ghraidh.”

He played her like a violin – robbing her lips of moans and sobs that echoed in his heart like notes of the purest music, his eyes fixed on the way her beautiful face almost shattered, so close to be undone. Jamie touched her until his own body hurt – a desire so powerful it bordered on excruciating pain -, finally ready to take her. As he adjusted his body to hers, her head lulled back as she surrendered to the eminent joining, a knock on the door sounded – menacing and real, like a sudden tear on active muscle.

Their eyes locked in terror for a moment, their bodies almost fused together, their breathing ragged and superficial.

“Who is it?” Jamie questioned, struggling to compose his voice. He kissed her swollen lips one final – desperate – time and pulled her out of the desk, quickly helping her to adjust her clothes.

“Fraser?” The voice of Professor Raymond came from outside. “I need to discuss with you the program for the summit. May I come in?”

Mallaichte bas!” Jamie cursed, gritting his teeth. “Just a second!” He shouted through the door, composing his own clothes and brushing his hair with trembling fingers. Like two actors in a comical play, Claire launched herself into the chair, searching for her best concentrated and slightly bored look, as Jamie hurried to adjust the crumpled papers on his desk. When everything seemed to be in natural order, they nodded to each other and Jamie opened the door with a pleasant smile plastered on his lips.

“Ah.” The little man, with silver hair and dark all-knowing eyes, noticed Claire sitting like a student in best possible behaviour. “I hadn’t realize you were busy, James.”

“Miss Beauchamp and I were merely discussing her last paper.” Jamie explained, adjusting his glasses. “She had already started it before she transferred to your class.”

“No doubt.” Professor Raymond smiled, clearly amused. His eyes drifted through the room – in spite of their best efforts, Claire’s lips were clearly swollen and her hair even more unruly than usual. Jamie, although composed, had the look of a man battling a cramp in the belly – his eyes wild and fiery, his smile a bit too tense. “I’m sorry if I interrupted your…work.”

“That’s alright, Professor.” Claire raised from her chair and headed to the door, her neck still flushed. “I think I have everything I need for now. Thank you, Professor Fraser. I’ll be sure to deliver my complete work later.”

Both men stared as she waved and disappeared, closing the door behind her.

“Your fly is open, James.” Raymond warned him in an amiable tone and laughed like a content toad, to Jamie’s utter dismay.

****

“Have you asked for me, Professor Mackenzie?” Jamie announced himself, standing on the threshold of Colum MacKenzie’s - the dean of faculty - office.

“Ah, James – yes.” Colum’s calculative gaze turned to Jamie, as he invited him to sit with a brief hand gesture. He was silent for a while, studying Jamie’s cordial face, his hands entwined in thoughtfulness. “I asked ye here because a pressing matter has been brought to my attention.” He finally said, leaning back against his leather covered office chair.

“How may I help?” Jamie furrowed his copper brows.

“Ye can stop seeing Claire Beauchamp.” Colum said in a cutting voice, which froze Jamie’s insides – was he fishing for the truth, expecting him to confirm his suspicions; or did someone actually see him with Claire? He was certain Raymond knew after their encounter in his office, but was confident the man wouldn’t tell a soul due to their friendship.

“That is hardly possible.” Jamie smiled, trying to look relaxed and uncompromised. “She attends this school and I am a teacher here.”

“I was wondering if I had to remind ye of that exact fact.” Colum admonished, harshly. “Someone informed me that you have been involved in some kind of affair with the lass. I couldna believe it. That a teacher – my nephew, no less – would be sae foolish and careless.”

“Who told ye that?” Jamie gripped his fist, hidden bellow the desk, barely containing the anger in his voice.

“It doesna matter.” Colum shook his head, his eyes demanding and judgemental. “Will you deny it, Jamie?”

Jamie endured the assault of his eyes, his own stormy and strong. Eventually, he sighed and shrugged.

“No, I won’t deny it. I’m in love with Claire and I’m dating her.” He confessed, tilting his chin in defiance. Colum hissed like a harassed animal and pursed his lips in discontent. “I’m a professor here but she isna my student – we only got involved when she quit my class. Nothing happened before!” Jamie guaranteed, tapping his fingers on his leg.

“I had hope the girl was lying.” Colum brushed his thinning hair. “How could ye be sae stupid? How could ye overlook what screwing the lass would mean to this school?”

“What we have,” Jamie hissed, adamant. “Is much more than screwing, uncle. Claire is the woman I waited for all my life. I won’t forsake her – not even for yer precious reputation.”

“I see.” Colum breathed through his nose, like a resentful cat. His eyes searched Jamie’s, as they battle their unwavering wills. “In that case ye have a decision to make – let go of the lass or yer days of teaching are numbered.” And with a magnanimous nod of the head, he dismissed him. “Professor Fraser.”

If they’re going to “empty chair” Theresa May at TV debates, they need to go all out with it.

Like, have the other party leaders make their arguments, then the moderator goes “and your statement, Prime Minister?” Cut to an empty podium with her name on it for an agonising 30 seconds of awkward silence, then the moderator goes “I see, moving on” in a really snarky tone and carries on.

Like, have the other party leaders address the empty podium as if she’s standing at it, cut to the same silent shot of it, then cut back to them sarcastically retorting to an answer that nobody else can hear.

Just absolutely make a mockery of her cowardice the entire damn time.

And for those who think that’s slightly petty, I would argue that it is in fact incredibly petty. But so is calling a sudden general election just because you’re polling well, after saying repeatedly you wouldn’t call one and would wait for 2020.

Li’l Lou

Pairings- Loki Laufeyson x Reader, starring dense!reader.

Requested by anon and based on this imagine of mine.

Warnings- this is probably not as romantic as you expect. I had no idea what to write, so I came up with something which I hope is kinda funny?

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Working On The Enterprise Would Include

Okay so I did one for the Avengers and my friend who really likes Star Trek requested this so yeah here it is!

  • Stealing Kirk’s chair even though it may very well get you fired
  • Letting Uhura gush about Spock to you
  • Letting Spock gush about Uhura to you
  • Drinking with Jim and McCoy 
  • Collecting interesting alien souvenirs
  • Stargazing on the Bridge with Jim 
  • Taking lessons from Sulu in his spare time on how the damn ship even works
  • Pranking everyone with Scotty
  • Getting Chekov involved sometimes
  • But ultimately it’s Jim who finishes off the whole thing with a bang because he’s basically a ten year old
  • Spock being very cross with you after that
  • Sharing music with Jaylah
  • Learning languages with Uhura
  • Jaylah teaching you fighting tactics
  • Setting traps with Jaylah all over the ship and watching everybody burn
  • Helping McCoy in med-bay
  • Him acting annoyed but secretly he loves you because who doesn’t
  • Finding out when everyone’s birthdays are to throw surprise parties 
  • Going to Spock with your problems to get an unbiased logical opinion 
  • “Don’t do it, Jim”
  • “Okay,”
  • Ten minutes later
  • “Y/N, do you know why my sheets are on fire?”
  • Learning about engineering from Scotty
  • Scotty showing you good hiding places
  • Being on leave and getting stuck in situations you don’t like, in which you say “Beam me up, Scotty,”
  • Being sad because you remember that you no longer have you crew
  • But also being happy because you remember all the good memories and that they’re basically your family 
  • Hugs when y’all are back on the ship again
One Night is Enough for Now [Soryu Oh x Reader] KBTBB

Requested by @ carinecaldre69 Where Soryu and the MC have been struggling to spend time together so the bidders help them out, sorry t took so long and enjoy!

“Can I have the bill please?”

“Was something unsatisfactory Miss?” The waitress questioned in concern. Shaking your head, you pushed the empty wine glass away from you and lowering your eyes.

“No, it’s just that this was meant to be a date so…” You trailed off. This had been happening far too often recently, this was the sixth date that hand been cancelled at the last minute, this time the two of you both made it to the restaurant, but just as you’d ordered your starters he’d had a phone call and had to rush back to the office to fix a problem Inui had caused. Left alone, you had cancelled the starters and just sat sipping on the wine until the glass was empty. The waitress looked at you with sympathy, nodding and scurrying off to get the bill. Resting your forehead on the table, you thought back on the past few dates. Work call after work call, emergencies with the Ice Dragon, high status guests that came unannounced that you were called in to cater to, increasing your workload and shift time immensely. No matter how much planning you did, it never worked and something always got in the way.

“Miss, the drinks have already been paid for.” Pulling your head from the table, you gave a slow nod, standing and giving her a weak smile, you made your way out of the restaurant, you hailed a cab back to your apartment, only managing to summon the energy to eat a quickly made sandwich and fall into bed, groaning with the knowledge that another date was ruined and that you had to be in work early tomorrow.

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Wonderland // Taeil

Originally posted by taei

“Y/n, are you listening?” an irritated voice interrupted her daydream, snapping her out of it. She smiled sheepishly and looked at her teacher; “I apologize ma’am, I’ll try paying better attention.”

As if she wasn’t already embarrassed, the students surrounding her quietly snickered. Y/n’s cheeks turned slightly red, her hands coming up to cover them quickly.

The lesson continued, but y/n still couldn’t focus, and it was all because she had this one person on her mind; a boy who goes by the name of Moon Taeil. Taeil was known as the quiet, yet handsome student who sat in the back of the library, reading books, and drinking his coffee. He isn’t socially shy, he can actually talk to people really well, but that didn’t make y/n feel any better. He had quite the group of friends, almost 9 friends to be exact, but she never knew who they were.

Y/n loved books, so she often spent time in the library, but because of Taeil she often couldn’t concentrate on her reading. She didn’t notice the man at first because she was always too busy reading, and she never liked talking to people when she was in the library. You’re supposed to be quiet, and whisper in the library, and whispering was something that she was definitely not good at.

That was until she was quietly reading one day, and she looked up to see a boy with coffee in one hand, and a book in the other. Something about him attracted her, maybe it was the way he would smile as he read a certain sentence in a book, the emotions he felt when he was reading always showed on his face.  From that day on, she felt herself being pulled towards him somehow, yet she could never get herself to talk to him.

“I don’t know why you can’t just talk to him? He’s very kind. He even helped me with my math homework once,” August explained to y/n, shaking her head as she smiled. Y/n was flabbergasted. “You know Taeil? And you have talked to him? Man, I’m a loser.”

“Yeah, just a little bit,” A voice interrupted from behind her.

August turned around, and flicked the boy in the forehead; “Haechan, stop teasing her.”

The boy grinned and shrugged- “I wasn’t teasing her, I was just agreeing with her. There’s a difference.” August glared at him,“You’re such a smart ass.”

“Stop it! You guys are stressing me out,” Y/n puffed out her now red cheeks, pouting slightly. August smiled, and pinched her friends cheek; “I swear, you’re too precious for this world, but listen, you’re going to go talk to him today. Because if you don’t, I won’t bring you anymore of Taeyong’s left over’s from dinner anymore.” Suddenly, y/s quickly headed towards the library, “Okay okay! I’ll see you later!”

Y/n quietly walked into the library, anxiety filling her heart. As she was heading to the back of the library where Taeil sat, a book caught her eye. Before she could even go and talk to him, her feet was walking towards that book. A smile spread across her face as she read the front cover of the book, It read ‘The one’s who walk away from Omelas’.

“It’s a shame that people don’t use the library anymore..they’re really missing out” Y/n mumbled to herself.
“I agree with you, it is quite the shame,” A soft voice spoke from  behind her. Y/n jumped and turned around, just to face the one, and only Moon Taeil.

Taeil had a book in his hand and a cup of coffee sitting next to him on the small end table. Y/n’s cheeks turned pink and she immediately looked down at the floor “Y..Yes it is..” She replied quietly back to him. Taeil smiled, noticing her sudden behavior. It startled him in a way, because no one ever really got nervous around him, but he was flattered by the way her cheeks turned pink when making eye contact with him.

“Are you alright? You seem a little nervous.” He smiled softly, placing a book mark in his book to save his place. “I know I look scary and all but-“

“That’s not it at all” Y/n quickly shook her head and kept her guys glued to the floor, mumbling “I just get shy around new people that’s all..”

Taeil stood up, and walked over to her, smiling and reaching his hand out for her to shake “Well, it’s nice to meet you..” he tilted his head.
“Oh! Y/n..my name is y/n” Y/n smiled sheepishly, reaching out and shaking his hand.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you, Y/n.” Taeil flashed her another heart warming smile, which made y/n’s stomach flip.

“Actually, I have a proposition for you..Would you like to go out for coffee? Unless you don’t like drinking coffee at night?” Taeil clasped his hands together, waiting for her reply with a smile on his face once again.

Y/n thought about it for a moment, suddenly smiling at him, “I would love that..but you know you probably shouldn’t be drinking coffee this late at night…Now I know why you look so tired,” Y/n mumbled said to him, scrunching up her nose in a playful manner.

Taeil laughed softly, A faint blush covering his cheeks; “I just like my coffee, that’s all” He chuckled, “How about we go check out our books and we can go?” Taeil stepped to the side so she could walk past him

Y/n nodded her head “I’d like that”

- o -

“I didn’t know you could play guitar?” Y/n cooed brightly, placing both her hands on her cheeks with her elbows resting on the table. Taeil just kept giving her reasons to fall for him, but she didn’t mind it one bit.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, miss y/n” Taeil winked, suddenly becoming playful.

Sure, Taeil was good at making her feel comfortable, and he was very good at talking with her, but something about him seemed very mysterious

But that wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

“Then why don’t you tell me those things?” Y/n said, a smile spreading across her face

Taeil was shocked by her bluntness, but he soon began to laugh. Oh, how she amused him.

“I was going to tell you whether you wanted to hear them or not.” He said

With a small nod, y/n coughed. There was something that she had been curious about, but she was too embarrassed to ask him. Taeil could tell that she was wondering something, but he wasn’t sure what.

“What are you thinking about? You look like you’re fighting with yourself about something,” He sent a soft smile her way, tilting his head.

Y/n looked up at him “Huh? Oh don’t worry it’s nothing important really-” She laughed nervously, shaking her head “Don’t worry about it.”

“Come on, you can tell me. I can tell whatever it is that you’re wanting to ask, is making you feel antsy. Don’t feel embarrassed to ask me a question,” Taeil brought his coffee cup up to his lips, taking a small sip of the warm liquid.

“What made you want to talk to me? I’m not really anyone special..” Y/n blushed, rubbing the back of her neck.

Taeil bit his lip, a smile itching onto his face; “Honestly? I noticed how you would steal glances at me here, and there.”

Oh this sucked. This really sucked.

Y/n groaned, and covered her face with her hands; “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing”

Taeil laughed, suddenly grabbing the girls hands in his own. He tried to gently pull her hands away from her face; “Please don’t feel embarrassed. If it makes you feel any better, I thought you were adorable.”

“Really?” Y/n muffled into her hands, causing the male to laugh, “Yes, really”.

“How long have you known?” She asked hesitantly, glancing at him through her fingers

“2 months”

“Are you serious?! And you tell me not to feel embarrassed, how funny,” Y/n laughed, and covered her eyes. “I can’t even look at you now.

“Y/n”

“No”

“Y/n-“

“absolutely not”

“how about now?”

Feeling frustrated, she uncovered her face “Wha-“

Suddenly, she froze, staring into his brown eyes.

While she wasn’t looking, he leaned over the table to get closer to her.

Honestly, Taeil didn’t know what came over him. He was never a straight forward type of person, but something about her made him feel confident. The fact that someone truly admired him, was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

”Y/n..I told you, you shouldn’t feel embarrassed.” He spoke softly, trying his best not to scare the poor girl away.

Butterflies had begun to fly around in y/n’s stomach, but it was a good feeling. She wasn’t sure how to reply to him, so she just nodded quickly “Okay.”

“You’re not embarrassed, but now you’re nervous?” He questioned her with a comforting smile.

“No-..okay maybe a little bit” Y/n smiled, her cheeks turning red.

Taeil leaned back into his chair, “May I ask you a question? And please don’t misunderstand”

Giving him a look of confusion, she nodded slowly “Sure.”

The man coughed, but never the less still managed to contain himself

“Would you like to come to my apartment?”

- o -

“Your apartment is stunning!” Y/n looked around the large, but small apartment.

It wasn’t fancy, but it was perfect in her eyes. From the moment she walked into the door, she felt a sense of comfort. Glancing to her right, she noticed a fireplace, and a shelf full of books.

Taeil noticed the way her eyes sparkled as she looked around. He was glad she felt comfortable around him now, especially in his own home.

“Your place is really cozy, It’s nice.” Y/n said, turning around to look at him.

Before he could reply to her, his phone began to ring

~ Can’t live without you ~

Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he looked over at y/n; “I need to take this, feel free to make yourself at home.”  Giving her an affectionate pat on the head, he opened the back door, and stepped outside.

Right as he closed the door behind him, she made her way over to the fireplace, and the shelf that contained varieties of books. Placing herself onto the couch, she set her chin on her knees and opened one of the books.

It read; ‘My wonderful life’

Y/n had read this book once before, but she loved the book so much that she wanted to read it again. And that’s exactly what she did.

30 minutes or so later, she felt herself gradually drift off into sleep, the warmth from the fireplace making her sleepy.

Meanwhile, Taeil was speaking on the phone with his mother.

“Mother, I said I would take care of her.”

“I know, she just seems like a very nice girl, and I don’t want you to scare her away.”

“I would never in a million years let that happen,” He explained, “I know I haven’t known her for a very long time, but there’s something special about her..and I don’t want to lose her.”

“Honey, if that’s really what you want then tell her, don’t confuse her by throwing hints at her. Just tell her your feelings, you and I both know she feels the same way,” His mother explained.

“You know, I think you and y/n would get along great-” Taeil sighed softly, a laugh following soon after.

“Why is that?”

“Because you’re both special to me”

“Goof grief, you’re such a goofball. Now go and tell her what you’re feeling. Because if you don’t, I– ”

“Y/n! I need to talk with you about something important-“ Taeil quickly covered his mouth, glancing over at the girl.

There she was, curled up in a ball and fast asleep. A smile spread across his face. This girl was too adorable for words. Silently, he walked closer to her, and carefully scooped her up into his arms. Almost immediately, y/n curled up against him for warmth. Taeil was on cloud 9, a feeling of contentment and happiness filling up his heart.

Careful not to wake her up, he placed her down onto the bed in the guest room. The room was warm to him, but he was afraid that she would be cold. He made his way over to the closet, pulling out a small heater and plugging it into the wall next to the bed.

Taeil tucked y/n into the covers, smiling as she hugged the pillow next to her. He looked at her one last time before walking out of the room and quietly shutting the door behind him.

- o -

Y/n woke up, rubbing her eyes. There was no sunlight to be seen outside, so she assumed it was early in the morning, but when she glanced at her clock, her eyes widened in shock; “It’s 3 a.m?!” Her voice came out as a whisper. The panic soon subsided and she sighed. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to head home this late, so she decided to just stay for the night. Suddenly, a grumble was heard from her stomach.

Y/n bit her lip; “I hope he doesn’t get mad at me for this..”

Quietly, she opened the bed room door, and made her way to the kitchen. The lights were off through-out the house, but the kitchen light was still on. Once again, her stomach growled loudly.

“Shut up,” Y/n whispered, and lightly pat her stomach as she made her way into the kitchen. Worry filled her thoughts; what if he saw her as some pig who went through other people’s fridges without asking?

“Are you over thinking again?” A scruffy, but soft voice said from behind her. Jumping slightly, she turned around, and there was Taeil, with his pajama pants on along with a white wife beater. His hair was an absolute mess, but y/n didn’t mind.

“How did you know? Did I wake you?” a blush crept its way onto her cheeks. He smiled, and shook his head, running his hand through his messy hair; “I may not have known you very long, but I do know for a fact that you question everything, and no you did not, I was actually quite hungry myself.”

“I guess I do that a lot huh?” Y/n rubbed her arm, laughing quietly to herself; “Oops.” She grinned, and carefully looked through out his cabinets; “Taeil, do you have an-“

“I like you, y/n, and I don’t want you to think otherwise, I want you to know my feelings now, because I don’t want you to get confused, and run away from me.” When y/n heard those words, the butterflies fluttered around in her stomach once again. No words could explain what she was feeling at this very moment, absolutely nothing. All she knew was that she felt as if she was on cloud 9, contentment, and relief filling her heart.

Y/n felt his hand grab her wrist gently, turning her around, and pulling her into his chest. Taeil looked down at her, adoration clear in his eyes. “Sometimes it feels like a dream, don’t you think?” His thumb gently stroked her chin, a smile appearing on his face.

Y/n thought about it for a few moments. “Actually it does..Wait I’m not dreaming now, am I?” a look of panic spreading across her features. Taeil laughed softly, reaching down to gently pinch y/n’s cheeks “Don’t worry, you’re fully awake, and so am I.”

“How can you be so sure? What if I’m not actually awake?” Y/n questioned, her nose scrunching up slightly.

He hummed before giving her a mischievous look; “I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you then, now won’t I?” Taeil leaned down, delicately placing his lips onto her soft ones. Y/n responded almost immediately, which surprised them both. He gently cupped her neck with his right hand, his left hand pressing against her back to gently push her closer to him. He tilted his head to get a better angle that would be comfortable for them both.

Y/n pressed herself closer to him, a sigh escaping her lips. Taeil chuckled against her lips, and slowly pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers “Maybe you’re enjoying this a little too much?”

Y/n smacked his chest lightly “Stop embarrassing me!” with a whine, she tucked her face into his shoulder

He softly laughed at her reaction, suddenly tickling her sides “But you’re so precious!”

Y/n yelped, and ran away from him, heading towards the living room before standing behind the couch to block herself from him “No way! I hate being tickled! My heart can’t take it!” A bright laugh escaped her lips, making Taeil’s heart jump in his chest.

Taeil’s gaze changed, looking like a predator who was about to catch his prey “Awh come on, Y/n. You look so adorable when you laugh though,” A pout formed on his lips as he slowly began to walk towards her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Taeil, I’m serious don’t!” Y/n laughed, her eyes turning into crescents. She backed away from him as he began to pick up the pace, her hands coming up to shield her body; “I surrender! Okay I surrender!”

“I’m sorry what did you say? I couldn’t quite hear you. Did you say that you..surrender?” Smiling brightly, he suddenly reached forward, and grabbed her waist, pulling her body into his own. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the tickling to start, but it never did.

“I hope you know that you are absolutely the most adorable thing on this earth,” Taeil mumbled into her ear, wrapping his arms gently around her shoulders

“Actually I didn’t know, but now I do” Y/n hummed quietly, resting her chin onto his shoulder as she slowly closed her eyes.

This wasn’t just her wonderland, it was Their Wonderland.

Just Dancing

// In which Justin and Y/N fuck in a club //

*Warning Mature Content*

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“Happy birthday to Atifa! Happy birthday to youuu!” We all screamed out and cheered as my best friend took her birthday cake shots. She downed five back to back before blowing out the tiny candle on top of the cake I had made for her. We all cheered yet again once the tiny flickers of light turned into nothing more than a smoking memory. I watched with a smile on my face as Atifa turned away from her desert to give Za, her boyfriend of four years, a kiss.

Za is truely a good boyfriend. A few days ago he flew out Atifa and I to celebrate a week of birthday festivities. Today, being her actual birthday, we were currently pregaming before going to the the small celebration that Za had planned at her favorite club. Everyone who she was close with in LA was here but unfortunately for me, someone so unbearable was here as well especially considering the pregame was at his house. Thinking of the white devil himself, I rolled my eyes at the sound of his obnoxious cackle.

With a scowl on my face, my head whipped around to look at Justin Bieber who was already staring at me from across the room. With a stupid smile on his face, he looked me up and down before grabbing a tequila shot off the coffee table as an act to toast to my body. I watched as he downed the shot and stuck his pink tongue out to lick the salted ring before biting into the lime. With my arms crossed, I glared as he sent a wink my way while licking at his plump bottom lip.

“When are y'all fucking?” Za asked with a laugh. A mischievous smile made a way to his face as he sipped his drink.

“We aren’t,” I scoffed, turning my back to Justin who now talking to Kylie.

“As soon as he found out that Atifa was coming he asked about you,” Za slipped.

“Why is he looking to he put in his place again?”

“And was place did you put me in?” Justin asked directly behind me, making me jump in fright. “Because I know a lot of places… and positions I’d like to have you in,” Justin’s hand snaked around me to pull me back against him. I quickly slapped his hand away and spun to face him. Za excused himself with a laugh as I glared at justin.

“Fuck off,” I sneered, taking a drink off the table to make his presence bearable.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy my touch the last time you were in LA,” Justin teased.

“It was one kiss. Get over it,” my memory flashback to the horrid game of truth or dare. I just wanted Justin to finally let the kiss go and never bring it up not talk to me ever again.

“Not when you look so good,” Justin took the empty shot glass from my hand and set it back down on the table.  

“Bieber, there are literally hundreds of thousands of women in this city who don’t love themselves and would happily give their time with you. Go be with one of them,” I sighed and took as seat on one of the love couches.

“You and I both know that’s not as fun, princess,” he hummed and squeezed into the seat with me, throwing his hand over my shoulder.

“Don’t call me princess,” I tried to move his arm off of me but his hand grabbed mine and held it in place.

“I won’t call you princess if you start calling me daddy,” He smiled at me.

“Justin, your people have already colonized my peoples culture and land, I’ll be damned if you colonize my ass,” I got up but our hands were still linked.

“That sounds like a challenge to me,” he hummed while childishly swinging my arm.

“You are mistaken,” I snatched my hand away and took a seat in another chair.

“I may be wrong about a lot of things but I know for a fact that you want me as bad as I want you. You’re just too stubborn to admit it,” He leaned towards he as though what he was saying was a secret.

“And what lead you to this conclusion?”

“You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what bieber?” I crossed my airs yet again.

“The sexual tension in the air. It can only lead to one thing,” he tutted.

“Blue balls?” I used a high pitched voice.

“That’s funny.”

“Yes it is,” I nodded.

“Instead of making jokes you should go ahead and give up acting like you don’t want me,” Justin gave his unhelpful suggestion.

“I don’t want you,” I leaned into him with a smile on my face.

“Quit lying to yourself,” He placed a hand on my knee, his hazel eyes gleamed with excitement

“Quit trying to get with me,” I countered.

“I’m Justin Bieber, I get what I want, baby girl,” He spoke cockily before getting up and walking away.

———–

“Yeah you’re definitely going to have to sit in someone’s lap,” Atifa said with a smile as we both looked to see every seat of the suv full.

“Sorry, I shouldve picked a car that sits eight people not seven ,” Justin fakely apologized as he smiled in the second row of the Mercedes van.

“Kylie, can you scoot over a bit?” I asked the girl who was in the backrow taking pictures with Hailey and Kendall.

“Sorry there’s no room back here,” Kylie spoke after she tested the small amount of space.

“Yeah you’re definitely going to have to sit in someone’s lap,” Atifa said with a smile as we both looked to see every seat full. Kendall, Hailey, and Kylie were in the back , the driver and Khalil were in the front, and Atifa, Za, and Bieber were in the middle.

“Fine,” I huffed before climbing over Za to sit on Afita who immediately squealed in dislike.

“I don’t need the dye from you skirt to rub off on my dress,” was her reasoning for shoving me off of her and on Justin.

“You’re all over me yet again. Last year is rehashing itself,” Justin cooed.

“Shut up and scoot over,” I groaned, pushing him against the door so at least one of my asscheeks was properly seated compared to the other on that was still pressed against Justin’s thigh.

“How much longer is the drive?” I asked impatiently once we had been on the road for at least ten minutes.

“Another twenty minutes if there isn’t traffic, ma'am,” the driver informed me, making me groan. Afita looked back at me with side eyes at the fact that I made such a noise right in her ear.

“So that’s how you sound in bed?” Justin asked. I didn’t react to his aggravating words. “What’s wrong baby?” He bugged me once he realized I was being unresponsive.

“1. I’m not your baby. 2. I’m really uncomfortable,” I muttered. my thigh were tensed up as I supported myself upward in such an awkward position.

“My lap is free,” He patted his thighs.

“No, thanks,” I declined immediately.

“Why babe? I don’t bite… unless you ask me to,” He kicked his lips. I held out until a few seconds later, we hit a bump in the road that made me give in. “Shut up,” I spoke as I placed myself on him. I grimaced to myself as I felt him shift positions so that his hand was wrapped around my waist.

“Aw, it seems like everyone is happily paired up with someone! Me and Tyga. Kenny and Cara. Atifa and Za. Justin and Y/N-” Kylie started.

“Hell no,” I ended her statement.

“Look at you all on his lap,” Khalil teased once he looked back at us from the front seat.

“I was uncomfortable,” I explained myself.

“I don’t think you were uncomfortable when you were making out with him last time,” Afita piped up.

“It was a dare,” I lightly hit at her arm.

“A dare that we both enjoyed,” Justin added in.

“Shut up. You know I hate you,” I glared back at him.

“In the words of Aubrey Drake: ‘fuck me like you hate me’,” Justin gave me an dumb smile that others would find endearing.

“You’re disgusting,” I leaned as far away from him as I could while still being sat in his lap.

“I’m more than disgusting,” Justin made an ugly slurping noise.

“Aw! Love is in the air!” Za called out.

“Drink bleach,” I deadpanned.

“Aw, babe. Why are you so mean to me?” Justin pouted.

“You’re gross, ignorant, ungrateful, annoying, pompous-”

“I love it when you use college level words with me,” He easily brushed of my insults that were pouring in.

“You know what? I’m sick and tired of you. I’ve been with you for like five, maybe six hours?” I turned on his lap to look at him. A look of discomfort was evident on his face for half a second, but I didn’t care. “This is unbearable know I know why I never come to LA with Atifa because I always have to see your dumb ass,” Getting so heated, I was talking with my hands and whole body while rolling my neck with every syllable.

“Aye chill out,” Justin hand was wrapped around me again, making me madder. I lowered my tone to be courteous to the other people in the car who were engaged in their own conversations but, I sure as hell was not done.

“Chill out? Chill out? The only thing you’ve done is bring up that damn kiss that I was forced to do. Quit bringing it up. It was months ago and a dare,” I continued, looking back at him with annoyance.

“Okay, okay,” Justin quickly surrendered, looking strained in his seat.

“Okay, what? Okay, you’re going to leave me alone? Okay, you’re going to get away from me? Okay, you’re going to stop bringing up the kiss? What does okay mean?” I spat off my questions at him.

“Okay means calm down and stop moving unless you want me to cum my pants,” Justin spoke, unembarrassed while I immediately tensed up at his words. I looked around the car to see that no one heard what Just had said except for me. Testing to if his words were true, I readjusted and definitely felt him pressed between my ass and, he more I moved, the harder he got.
Moving again, trying to find a position less awkward, Justin muttered something under is breath and kept me still on lap. Finding a thrill in him being so restless, this situation would serve as my way of payback of all annoyance he has brought me over the years.

Khalil who had the aux was casually playing his favorite hype songs through out the ride. Everyone cheered when Drake’s iconic Controlla started. “You like it when I get aggressive. Tell you to go slower, go faster like controlla,” I hummed while dancing on Justin’s lap. I looked back Justin with an evil smile on my face as his jaw clenched while looking down watch my ass, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop me.

“I’m starting to hate you as much as me,” Justin groaned and threw his head back against the window out of frustration.

“Fuck me like you hate me,” I mimicked Justin for earlier, out of impulse, before my mind could catch up to my mouth. His head immediately snapped up and eyes met mine. “I mean-” I was about to clean up my slip but the opening of the car door prevented it. I almost fell out of the car and Justin’s lap when the driver started opening up all the doors once we were stopped in front of the club. I stumbled out and went over to Atifa before Justin could say anything about my comment.

We all entered the club as a group and were escorted to private section of VIP. Our little sectioned off part of the club was the most illuminated area of the whole venue. Everything else was dark despite the strobe lights that flashed on the faces of  those dancing. The VIP section sat high above ground level at we peered down, seeing the crowd go
crazy as music pumped through the club.

We sat around the circle booth as drinks were being served to us. Justin, sitting across the table from me, was consistently staring as I danced in my seat and talked back and forth between Khalil and Kendall who were beside me. I kept drinking until I felt all the tension and annoyance that Justin caused in me slip away. Twenty minutes later, I found myself pushing Khalil out of the booth and making my way out unto the center of the dance floor.

I danced. I danced for so long. I dance with anyone who wanted to dance as well. I felt like the center of attention as men and women alike took notice of me and waited for their turn. Each time someone got a bit too handsey or couldn’t keep up with me, I floated to somebody else to dance with. Never getting bored with the feeling of someone’s hot body against mine, I continued to move my hips to the music that shook me.

All too often, I would look up to the VIP to see some of the group cheering me on or engaging in dancing of their own but all in the same, each time Justin was staring down at me with a drink in his hand. Each time I looked up there, his eyes didn’t stray from me once, at least until he couldn’t be seen at all. Shaking my thoughts away from him, Atifa joined me soon enough, with Za at her side. Za and I sandwiched her as he danced behind her and I twerked against her thin. She playfully slapped at my ass as I popped back on her. I kept dancing with them until Atifa turned to kissed Za. I smiled at them hazily before closing eyes and letting the music move me.

It was when I was dancing to Young Thug that, I felt strong hands take hold of my hips. I hummed in appreciation at the fact that this person obviously knew what he wanted and it was me. I rolled my hips against his as my fingers ran through short hair and locked behind the back of his head. The man behind me groaned in my ear before pressed a kiss to my exposed neck. I crooked my head so that his lips would instead catch my lips. At the feeling of them against me, I opened my eyes in surprise as a blue stroke light flashed over Justin’s face.

“That wasn’t a dare,” He spoke in my ear as his hands dragged up and down my thighs, pulling my dress up with it. Doing the only thing I could think to do, I pressed my lips against his again. He moaned against my lips as I licked into his mouth and bit at his bottom lip. My lips trailed down his neck and bit into him. In retaliation to the pleasurable pain I was giving him, he grasped at my ass roughly. I laughed before turning back around to dance again.

I smiled as I pulled at Justin’s hands, giving him permission to touch. Tanking the hint, he moved up and down my legs before settling on my hips. All while I was staring at the beautiful man in front me. The luring smile I gave the man more more than enough invitation dance in front of me. One of my hands moved to the should of the other guy as Justin’s grip on me got even tighter. Hearing the opener to one of my favorite dance songs, I couldn’t help the happy giggle that escaped my lips as Red Nose started playing.

“Don’t hold back,” Justin spoke, voice raspy. Taking his words to heart, I dipped down low and grasps the hips of the man in front of me for support. An aching want bubbled in me as I felt Justin’s hard on for the second time this night against me. Justin’s finger tips dug into my hipbone as to pull me closer against where he wanted me most. I threw my ass back and Justin definitely knew how to catch it.

Justin followed my movements easily as I shook my ass like a red nose pit bull would shake its’ toy. His body was so in tune with mine, it made me wonder how good he’d be in bed. If this dance was the indicator then his stroke game would be flawless. Tired of me leading the motions, he took control of situation and grinded against me as though he was prepared to take me home and fuck me open.

Our hips moved filthily to the beat as Justin’s hands wandered and found his blunt fingernails scratching themselves against my inner thigh. I shuddered from the sensitivity as Justin’s eager moved were more than responsive to my twerking. The man in front of me who I was still hanging onto, was recklessly begging for more of my attention as he started thrusting his hips close to my mouth.

Upon seeing that, Justin snatched my hands off of the guy and pulled me up again. I looked back to see Justin glaring at the man as his hand ran in between my thighs yet again. As another act of dominance, he continued to roll my hips back with one hand and grasped my breast with the other as his teeth bit deeply into my neck all while staring at the man who wanted me as well.

I gasped as he kept licking and sucking while his raging hard on pulsed against my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore. Justin left open mouth kisses that swirled from my neck, all the way up to my upper jaw. My legs went weak at the hazily arousal that imbedded us. I turned back to face Justin and engaged him in a sloppy kiss. We were in our own world as we licked into each other’s mouths and I ground myself against his thigh, building up an even bigger need for an ultimate release.

“Please,” I mumbled against his lips as I started to push him back. I wanted- I needed to be brought somewhere else. Justin moved back easily with my pushes. We got farther and farther from the center of the dance floor. Finally, we made it to one of the walls of the building where very little light was visible. Noticing the convenience of our new placement, Justin spun me around and pinned me against the wall. I whimpered his name as he threw my leg around his waist and used that leverage to ground his hips against me again.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned in my ear before licking at my cleavage. I shuddered and held him down, wishing he could be sucking on my taunt nipples. Justin grunted against my breasts before finally putting is hand inbetween my legs again. I gasped and opened my eyes quickly to see if anyone was noticing our actions.  Feeling high on the fact that we could be caught, made more of my arousal pool into my panties.
Taking a look around, everyone was focused on either their own partners or dancing in itself.

Justin put two fingers in front of my face, which I quickly sucked on. Waiting for my nod of approval, pushed my panties to the side. I shuddered as I felt his fingers lather in my arousal for a second before pushing them into me. My one leg that held me up, started to shake as all the sexual tension that built up between Justin and I over the years was finally resolving to something. Justin was quick with his fingers as he rapidly screwed them upwards. It didn’t take long for him to find my g spot considering, I shook violently every time he hit it.  

“Open your eyes,” He instructed with a harsh tone. I followed his command and met his eyes. Even in the dark lighting, I could see how much he wanted me. His eye contact never left mine as his fingers drilled into my center. I whimpered and subconsciously leaned my head back against the wall. In response, Justin quickly took hold of my jaw and manually put my eyes back on him. That demanding touch alone, almost brought me to my climax. I bit down on my bottom lips as I rocked my body down onto his fingers that were bringing me so much pleasure.

“I want you to cum right here in front of everybody,” Justin’s voice racked. His thumb roughly started rubbing at my swollen clit while his fingers still moved in and out of me. His eyes looked down to see my body spasming against his finger as his thumb swiped from side to side against me. My orgasm was at the brink and I frantically looked around at room to make sure no one was watching as I let go for Justin. My orgasm took me as I bit down on Justin’s neck preventing, my loud moans from meeting the air. A squirt if my arousal slipped from me and soaked Justin’s hand, my dress, and the floor alike as my orgasm shook me.

“I didn’t know you are squirter. You just keep getting so much fucking hotter than you already were,” Justin complimented as he pulled his fingers out and a smaller stream fell from between my legs.

“Fuck me, God I just need you to fuck me right here,” I whimpered as I unlocked my leg from around Justin’s waist and I started working to get his dick out.

“Right here?” he asked, his eyes wide at my desperation. I nodded quickly and made him shudder once I pulled his underwear covered bulge from out of his pants.

“Please, Justin,” I begged while grasping my hand around his throbbing dick, making him moan out.

“This is so hot,” he muttered as he quickly pulled a condom from his back pocket. Just as he teared it open and was about to put it on, some random guy leaned on the wall beside us and was way to close for our liking.

“Restroom, restroom, restroom,” I called in his ear while trying my best to help him get back into his pants. Not bothering to buckling it all the way, he covered his crotch with one and hand and dragged me along with his other hand as we trailed the perimeter until we found a bathroom. Without hesitation, he pulled me into the men’s bathroom and quickly directed me into a stall, all while I heard cheers from the men who saw me walk in.

He quickly closed and locked the stall door before pulling down his pants and briefs. I moaned at the sight of his veiny cock that slapped his stomach at its release from confines. He was so much bigger than I thought he would be. I thought his ego was so big because his penis was so small but, he proved me wrong. My mouth watered so bad, I began to lean down just to get a taste of it. “Other time, I just need to get in you,” He pulled me back up the rolled the condom on himself.

I nodded before turning around to bend over and pull my drenched panties off. Not even waiting for them to be half way down my thighs, Justin gave no warning as he slammed his whole self into me. I screamed at the sudden fullness I felt as Justin began to rock in into me. He used short, little thrusts until I grew accustomed to the feeling of his thick cock splitting me open. My hands braced myself against the two conjoined walls of the stall as Justin’s thrusts became heavier and harder. I couldn’t help the little pants of air that escaped me every time he pounded into me.

Justin’s large hands found his way to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. He held onto them as a way to still me. Eventually, he used his grip to pull me back on his cock at the same time that he pushed into me. The sounds of sex were the only things I could take note of in this backroom. The sound of my wetness, our moans, and the pounding had me at a loss of words as I took everything Justin gave to me.

I hummed in surprise when Justin hooked my leg over his arm and positioned me so that my foot was supported on the little toilet paper stand attached to the wall. I moaned louder as the angle worked for the both of us, even better than before. Justin loving the sound of my pleasure on my lips, used my moans as encouragement to hammer himself into me. With every other second he thrusted in and out of me and hit perfectly against my walls.

“Justin, Justin, Justin,” I whimpered at his name while his sharp teeth bit down on my shoulder. His hand moved down to my pelvis so that, I could continue to pushed back against him at his whim.

“God I’m gonna- are you close? You about to cum?” Justin’s asked, voice strained from our actions. I quickly nodded and bounced my ass back against him while he sped up even faster. I couldn’t help clenched around Justin’s dick that pulsed inside of me continuously. The toilet paper rack, no longer able to support my weight throughout our erratic movements, unattached from the wall and fell to the ground with a loud shatter. I could only focus on it for half a second before I was cumming again.

My cum shot out of me in multiple squirts as my legs shook. I tried my best to support myself with my grip on the wall while all my arousal left my body. My earth shattering orgasm was prolonged by Justin pushing himself back into me and releasing himself while twisting and pinching at my covered nipples. Justin pulled out allowing one last stream of my juices trail out of me and down my inner thighs. Justin apparently couldn’t help but lean down and lick up the cum that was dripping down body.

“So um-” I spoke first after regaining my breathe while justin cleaned me up.

“I always knew you wanted me,” he kissed at my thigh once more before pulling my dress back over me ass. I cringed at the wetness that was pressed against my bottom due to my squirting.

“Anyways,” I tried to change the subject while best trying to dry myself up.

“Kiss me,” He pulled my shaky body against his firm one.

“Don’t touch me,” I reverted back into my old sober and hostile ways.

“Let me take you out sometime,” He offered while buckling his pants. and fixing his disheveled appearance.

“No.”

“I’ll give you my shirt if you agree to go out with me,” He started to pull off his flannel.

“Why would I want your shirt?” I scoffed.

“Because your cum is all over your ass,” He laughed.

“Fine,” I snatched the shirt from his hand and tied it around my waist. After I checked that the coast was clear, I left the stall to fix myself back up in the mirror.

“Tomorrow. 7:30. I’ll pick you up at your hotel. Dress nice,” He hummed from behind me.

“Fine, but no one is going to know about the date or the fact that we just fucked,” I made my terms.

“Fine but, I’m pretty sure our friends will be able to tell considering you can’t walk straight,” Justin laughed as I walked towards the exit.

“Don’t come back to the table for at least 5 minutes,” I instructed so that we wouldn’t rejoin our friends at the exact same time and draw suspicion. Justin rolled his eyes but nodded all in the same. I readjusted my outfit.

“Hey, where have you been?” Kendall asked happily once I appeared back at the booth. Kylie and Khalil were nowhere to be seen but the rest of the group was there. Kendall who never drank much was as close to sober as anyone else was, making it harder to be nonchalant.

“Oh, just dancing,” I shrugged.

“Have you seen Justin?” Hailey leaned her head off the table with a hopeful smile.

“No, thank god. I haven’t seen him all night,” I took a seat the booth.

“But you’re wearing his shirt,” Kendall pointed out.

“Because I did see him once and I was cold so he gave it to me,” I lied.

“Then why is it around your waist?” Kendall raised her eyebrow at me.

“Because once I warmed up, I got hot again,” I took a sip at who’s ever drink was in front of me.

“Hm,” Kendall didn’t seem all too convinced. Soon enough, Justin joined us at the table a table

“Justin! Where have you been all my life life life life?” Hailey drunkenly sang Rihanna’s song.

“Yeah, where have you been,” Kendall piped up before looking at me then back at Justin again.

“Just dancing,” He shrugged and sat down next to Za.

“Aye, You spilled something on your pants,” Za noted a splattered wet stain on Justin’s jeans. My face heated up, immediately know what the stain was.

“No, I  didn’t. Y/N did though,” Justin laughed knowing that no one else would get it.

“She said she hasn’t seen you all night,” Kendall brought up.  

“Well, I’ve seen a lot of her,” He licked his lips and I kicked him from under the table. Everyone looked between Justin and I for a moment in silence.

“You owe me $200! I knew they were going to fuck tonight!” Za exclaimed at Kendall who pulled out her wallet and tossed two hundred dollar bills at him.

“Headass, you never can keep your mouth shut,” I kicked Justin again who erupted into laughter.

“Well I know how to keep your mouth shut and also how to have you moaning my name too,” He cleverly used word play.

“Za, get your friend before I kill him,” I huffed.

“Choke me out with your thighs after our date tomorrow night,” He exposed our plans making the table go into hysteria. Justin smiled at the chaos he caused in our friends. I could do nothing but roll my eyes; I really hate Justin Bieber.

Squabble - [EXO] Chanyeol!Au

[A/N] Been awhile since I’ve written the bae of all baes. This is how I talk to my 5′9″ BFF, he just texted me, awhile ago after one year of avoiding each other. LOL  /it’s complicated/ guess he missed me and finally snapped. /he will never admit that/

Originally posted by maublogskdramas

There is a lot kinds of presentable Chanyeol. There’s the specks Chanyeol, the sleepy Chanyeol, the bad boy Chanyeol, and striped Chanyeol.

But the best Chanyeol of all Chanyeol, had to be the needy and astoundingly confused, Chanyeol–who is making his way to you. About an hour ago.

You slapped your phone to your ear and heard a dial tone. “Dude. Where are you?” You hisses, frowning at the passing cars, lorries and trucks. Some motorcyclist whistled at you and you took the que to back away from the main road. “To be honest with you…” he sighed heavily, “I’m not sure.”

You clenched your jaws and shut your eyes. “Have you ever been on a bus before?”

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An Owed Debt - Bucky x May(oc)   Chapter 15

Author’s notes: So, in this chapter we get a glimpse of what May’s going through. (I thought I owed you guys some answers lol)

Notes/Warnings: Blood, angst, death, pain, mentions of needles,more angst, fear and oh, did I mention angst?

Originally posted by its-buckyy

 Before May could register his movements, the guard rushed to the control panel and turned on the chair. May gasped and felt her body lean back as the chair reclined and the circle above her began to spin. Her jaw went slack with terror and the guard shoved the mouth piece back in. May tried to get back inside the guards head but was too afraid to be able to focus.

 The noise the machine made sent chills down her spine and she felt two metal plates press against her head. The panic she had been repressing surfaced and she began to hyperventilate. Her hands searched for anything to hold onto, and on finding the arm of the chair, gripped it so tight that her fingers ached. She whimpered between shallow breaths and watched as the spinning ring descended towards her.

 Bucky had tried to describe the pain that he had gone through when they wiped him, tried to find something to compare it to, but nothing he ever said came close to what she felt. Electricity surged through her head and she screwed her eyes shut. Her body seemed to freeze into place even though she wanted to be thrashing around in hopes that she might come loose of the contraption.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Jen! Thanks for opening up your ask box. Re: 5x20, we know that F's chip won't be hacked but her paralysis will come up in some way and you mentioned that the wheel chair may be coming back. How do you see this playing out? While it would be great to see the emotional part of this explored, it sounds like there will be lots of action in the last 5 eps and don't want to F to be sidelined. Thanks.

I don’t think it will be hacked but I think it will be short circuited. I think it’s temporary paralysis. I believe the intent is to make Felicity more dependent on Oliver, making a difficult situation even more difficult, forcing them to work together more and therefore bringing their issues to the surface.