fresh croissant

anonymous asked:

I love your au! Your art style is really amazing and I love the way you draw the characters! I really like the way you draw Alex's hair in the messy ponytail, idk why. I also like how Jefferson's cup said 'fuck off' it was a nice touch.

Thank you that makes me happy to hear! ♥
Well that’s Thomas’ way to wake up:

I wish I had such a cup

Did You Just... ?

Originally posted by poptartcalum

Imagine: Tom can’t get over how you pronounce the word ‘croissant’. 

A/N: I’m supposed to be packing for a music festival but i just love me some good quacksons !!!! :~) I h9 myself for this ENJOY!! PS i love this gif a lot thank Q ALSO SORRY IF ITS A BIT SHIT

Word Count: idk it’s short (maybs 800??)

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Zhang Yixing//Sovereign - Part 4

Summary: Two kingdoms are at war with another, and being the illegitimate warrior, wildcard princess, you’re appointed to the war council - along with the youngest prince of your allied country, Prince Yixing. He’s arrogant, believes he knows best no matter what - but you’re exactly the same. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8)
Scenario: Royalty!AU
Word Count: 5,036  

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Bucky the Jerk, part 5

Hey peeps! Chapter 5 is here :)

As always, your comments give me life - I eat them and it gives me the strength to write more.

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is being a dick to you, and you can’t understand why is he the only one from Avengers who doesn’t like you.

Chapter summary and warnings: ANGST and confusion and a REVELATION. Well not really, but some I guess. I suck at summaries.

You woke up late, with a monster headache and completely disoriented.

You never got hangovers, and you didn’t even drink that much, but your head was still pumping blood with loud thuds and you felt like clawing out your eyes and scratching your brain.

You washed up in a haze, and half-way through your shower, the dull “thump-thump-thump” in your veins suddenly turned into “Barnes-Barnes-Barnes” and you remembered it all. Remembered so vividly, that your eyes flew open and you became hotter than the water of the shower.

You scrambled out of the bathroom, wrapped in a gigantic fuzzy towel and stopped in the middle of your room.

What now?

No, not like that…


You wanted to scream and run up the wall, you felt like your heart was going to explode any second. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to go into his room right now and jump on him from the threshold, wrap your legs around his waist and kiss those warm, cracked lips.

Why was this happening? Why did he kiss you in the hallway in the middle of the night - and in such a desperate, needy way? Did the little stupid kiss during the game really ignite him that much?

You knew you had to talk to him, but you were so scared. It was going to be so awkward and… No, no, you’re a grown ass woman, you can do this. So you kissed, so what, right? Lots of people kiss. Not a big deal. You were going to put on some clothes, march into that kitchen and talk to Bucky Barnes.

It started to rain in the early hours of the morning, and when you finally talked yourself into joining the rest in the kitchen or lounge, the pitter-patter of rain and the distant thunder created the coziest atmosphere anyone could wish for.

Naturally, you couldn’t swim in the rain, but you all decided to stay in the beach house for the day anyway and leave in the morning.

You didn’t bring any socks, so you padded barefoot downstairs and heard laughter coming from the kitchen. As you came in, you saw that everyone was having breakfast - beautiful fresh croissants, various fruit and last night’s leftover sushi.

“Heeeey, sleeping beauty! I was gonna come up and wake you any minute now!” Sam said cheerily when he saw you.

“Hey Sammy,” you kissed him on the cheek and perched yourself on the kitchen island next to Wanda, “You’re all up early.”

“It’s almost 1 p.m., Y/N,” Wanda said and handed you a croissant.

“Oh… well, then I’m a sleepyhead.” You smiled and ripped open the warm pastry, “But I refuse to feel bad about it, we were all hammered and went to bed way after midnight.”

“That’s true.” Steve said, “Are you ok though? You look kind of…”

“What? Terrible?”

He smiled shyly and you laughed.

“I have a headache and I barely slept.”

“Me too.” Said a gruff voice from somewhere behind Steve.

You looked over and immediately looked back down to your croissant.

“Hey, Barnes.”


He didn’t say anything else and for a few seconds, silence hung in the air, until Tony clapped his hands.

“Well, all right! Who’s up for some hangover twister?”

Natasha groaned, surprisingly not as enthusiastic as always, but obeyed nonetheless. Everyone started filing into the lounge, where Tony was unfolding an enormous twister sheet, making up some additional juvenile rules on the go.

You kept looking at your torn croissant, trying to find it in yourself to eat at least one bite. You were sure you were the only one left in the kitchen, so when a low coughing sounded from the counter, you jumped and dropped your breakfast.

“Damn, I’m sorry, Y/N, I keep startling you,” Barnes said and picked up your croissant, “Let me get you another one.”

“That’s ok,” You said, “I’m not hungry anyway.”

“Oh.” He put the pieces in the trash, “Are you… ok?”

You looked at him for the first time and saw the same pained look in his eyes that you caught that morning in the mirror. He looked so delicious, hair still sticking out in all directions after bed. You wanted to take his hand and you also wanted to slap yourself for developing these stupid, unreasonable feelings for the man who made your life miserable - just because of two little kisses.

“Why did you kiss me?” You blurted out before your brain could catch up and stop you. You felt your cheeks flaring up when he looked at you from under his lashes.

He looked around the kitchen as if trying to find something to change the subject to, but you kept staring him down.

“Barnes, just…”

“Why do you keep calling me Barnes? I have a name.” He said suddenly, cutting you off.

“Yeah, and isn’t it Barnes?” You lifted your eyebrows at him.

“You know what I mean. From the first days - it’s Barnes. You never call Steve by his last name, or Sam, or anyone. Just me.”

“I… I don’t really know. We never got close enough for me to be comfortable to call you B-Bucky. Or James.”

You heard him inhale sharply.

“I always call you Y/N.”

“Yeah, and it’s usually followed by something insulting. Wanna talk about that too?”

He huffed and looked away, crossing his arms. He was huffing at you?

You sighed.

“If I start calling you Bucky, will you tell me why you’ve been such an ass to me and why you kissed me?”

He smiled a tiny smile.

“You can’t have both for one.”

“What?” You asked.

“If you want me to answer both of your questions, you’ll have to give me something else along with calling me Bucky.”

“Fine, whatever,” You sighed, “This is all very stupid, just so you know. What do you want?”

“Another kiss.”

You stared at him and narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t understand, it this a bet you made with someone or what? You’re acting even weirder than when you hated me.”

“I never hated you!” He said, angry, and started to pace before you. “Are you in or not?”

“Fine,” You huffed. “Answer first.”

He kept pacing.

“No.” He said, the word falling heavy between you.

You were just about to protest, when he strode over to you and grabbed your face in his hands, planting an even more desperate kiss to your lips. He smashed himself into you and you didn’t even get a chance to be surprised.

He pressed his whole body firmly to yours, and you could feel every muscle, every vein flush against your heating self. You hated, absolutely despised the effect he had on you. He broke the kiss and pecked your lips twice, tenderly and sweetly, before licking your bottom lip and gingerly asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You granted, sighing into him and with a grunt he moved his left hand to your waist, holding onto you like his life depended on it. He stroked your side and back, while his right hand got tangled in your hair and caressed your neck. Just when he slid his lips from your bruised, red mouth to your chin, your jaw, your neck and you let out an involuntary breathy moan, he finally pulled away.

You inhaled sharply at the loss, hating yourself, and looked up at him with glassy eyes.

He kept holding you, his breath hitched, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“You have to tell me to stop.” He said, his voice husky and almost unrecognisable with lust.

“Why?” You said before you could even think about it.

His face took on a pained expression and he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Because I won’t be able to stop myself.”

He tried to steady his breath, and you were afraid to move, relishing in the feeling of him holding you so close, even if you had no idea what was happening.

He wore thin sweatpants and a t-shirt, and you drowned in the feeling of his hot skin against yours. You felt his hard length pressed towards your abdomen, the almost non-existent fabrics between you two letting you feel every curve of his cock.

“B-Bucky,” You finally said and his eyes snapped up to you at once, hungry and incredibly blue, “I need my answers now.”

He sighed and nodded.

“I never hated you, Y/N. I swear. I… tried to…  tried to flirt.” Your eyebrows flew up but he kept talking, “From the moment I saw you, weak and half-alive in that mental facility I wanted to protect you, to make you better and make sure nothing bad ever happened to you again.”

He took a deep breath and you didn’t dare interrupt him.

“And from the moment you first smiled at me and held my hand two days after that, I knew I was gone. I wanted you so much… I tried and tried but I got so scared that I ended up hurting you myself.”

He fell silent, still holding you, maybe even tighter, like he was afraid you’d go away.

“You are really bad at flirting, my friend.” You said and he looked at you, sad and astonished, with a dash of hope.

“Barn… Bucky. I don’t know what to say.”

“I guess this also answers your second question, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out.

You were torn. One half of you wanted to launch yourself at him again, wrap your legs around his waist and make him take you to the enormous round bed and have his way with you until the next morning. The other half of you wanted to cry and to be away from him.

“Y/N… Please, say something?”

“Bucky… I need some time to process all of this.”

He frowned.

“I ‘m sorry, but I really don’t know what to think. I was sure you hated me and such a drastic change in your behavior… And, most of all, brought on by that silly swimming competition…. I just need time. Can you give me some time?”

“Of course, anything you need. Just please think about it. Think about if maybe you’d like me to kiss you again. It seemed to me like you enjoyed it.” He said, his voice husky again.

You looked him in the eyes and knew that you had to flee, lest you tear off his clothes regardless of everything.

“I’ll think about it. And then we can talk.”

You wriggled out of his embrace, reluctantly, and went back to your room.

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Happy Birthday Jihyun



Okay my darlings! This is just a HC about how V spends this birthday- it’s AU and steams right after V’s To Promise #7 as I can’t seem to get over Daddy V anytime soon. Whilst it’s not super important to have read it (there may be some places where you may go- huh?- but I understand skipping the previous story as it is over 18K long.) 

So here is V, Dae Hyun and MC- celebrating V’s birthday. 

Excuse me while I continue crying over not being able to make V happy. 

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i would follow you anywhere. when you can’t sleep at night, fold your body against mine and i will keep the slaughterhouse at bay. you are an entire bouquet of wildflowers, you could grow anywhere if people let you.

someday i will take you so far away no one can ever hurt you again. in sunshowers and empty fields and tiny cafes in france with fresh croissants. i will rest my fingertips on the bones in your hand. this is what invincibility feels like. you are happy and it isn’t going to go away.

i’m going to love you so hard the entire solar system will stop in its tracks to observe it. i will love you until there is no question, until i wake up in the mornings to smile at you sleepily before getting up to make breakfast and feed the cats.

you sparkle in the misty light, a thousand rainbows refracting. you are a bonfire & i am in need of your warmth.

Private Collection

A Tony Stark x Reader Request Fic

Based off this anon ask! Hope it was what you were looking for, lovely!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader  |  Word Count: 2688
Warnings: Smexy (not really smutty but implied), toys (yes, those kinds of toys)

“I hate you so much right now,” you said to Tony Stark, glaring at the playboy, billionaire, genius, dickhead who’d caused your current predicament.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes while continuing to work at finding a solution to said problem. “You know this is half your fault.”

“My fault? How is this my fault!” you shrieked, pleased when he flinched.

“I said half your fault, and if you hadn’t startled me, I wouldn’t have banged the table, sending that beaker flying into the air and all over you.”

“You’re Iron Man, the Iron Man. Me walking up and saying hey Tony should not have you screaming like a girl and throwing stuff!”

“I did not throw it. I bumped the table,” he huffed.

“You threw it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not, did not!”

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Because I feel like there’s been an intolerable lack of Courferre content lately, have some headcanons (this is not self-indulgent, what?):

  • You would think Courfeyrac is the one to sleep in late on slow days but he’s actually quite an early riser; Combeferre, however, if he doesn’t have to stand up early for work or something, will stay in bed till like three in the afternoon, sleepily tugging Courfeyrac back every time he tries to get up
  • Consequently, Courfeyrac will make breakfast in the morning which usually consists of very good coffee and those fresh croissants from the bakery just down the street because that one time (five) he tried making eggs something (the kitchen) almost burned down
  • Combeferre does know how to cook, it only works though when he can surprise his boyfriend and if Courfeyrac is not around during the process of cooking because he happens to be very distracting and only half because he wants to steal food
  • They often pretend to bicker about things like who chooses the movie that they want to watch or which restaurant to go to but the truth is that they both really can’t say no to each other which sometimes isn’t beneficial for decision-making – it does benefit the making-out though mostly to the point where they forget such trivial things as movies or food
  • The first time Combeferre had to get a gist for his boyfriend Courfeyrac, instead of his best friend Courfeyrac, he basically, definitely freaked out and Enjolras had to calm him down and stop him from attempting to do something that involved way too much glitter for any sensible human being. In the end, they organised a surprise party with all of the Amis there, and Courfeyrac’s favourite cake, in Jehan’s roof garden and it was perfect. They kissed at midnight, not because it was New Year’s or something. Just like that.  
ML/PJO: The Sea and The Sun

Chapter 2—->

So I did the thing I definitely shouldn’t have done. I saw this post by @gittana and things spiraled out of control from there. It’s much too long and still I haven’t finished writing up to the point where my muse has stopped speaking to me.

Also because The Lightning Thief was written in the first person I decided to start writing in in the first person from Marinette’s P.O.V beginning at Chapter 1 however the prologue is still in 3rd person. Bear with me on this.


Just a little farther!! I’m almost there! Please please, whoever’s up there, please let me make it! Marinette thought to herself as she dashed up the hillside where a large pine tree signified a place of safety.

“Come here child!” The woman behind her screeched sounding much closer now.

Marinette dared to glance over her shoulder where the creature was fast approaching. The top half of the monster was that of a woman with wild unblinking eyes and razor sharp teeth. The lower half of her body was that of a serpent. Her tail slithered up the hill as her arms propelled her forward in an unnatural way. Marinette’s lungs burned as she pushed herself to run faster up the hill. She swallowed hard, tasting blood. Hands clasped around her ankle sharp nails digging into her skin. Marinette screamed as she was pulled down to the grassy earth and was dragged backwards. Marinette grabbed fistfuls of the soft wet grass in an attempt to slow her pull towards certain death. She was pulled through the grass with fumbling hands searching for anything to catch hold of. A clumsy hand wrapped around a stick. A stick was hardly a weapon but Marinette was grateful for anything at this point. I’m going to go down fighting with a stick! This is so embarrassing, Marinette thought to herself tightening her hold on the only thing she had to protect herself. Clawed hands ripped as her back. She could feel hot breath blow against her neck. Now was her chance. Marinette whimpered as she turned beneath the monster’s grasp to come face to face with it. The serpentine woman smiled wickedly at the young girl showing all her pointy teeth.

“I’m sure you taste as sweet as you look child,” The monster cooed her breath smelling metallic, like blood. Marinette’s stomach churned uneasily.

The woman opened her mouth inhumanly wide preparing to take a bite of Marinette. With shaking hands Marinette swiftly plunged the stick into one of the woman’s unblinking eyes. The woman shrieked in pain releasing Marinette from her grasp. Marinette scrambled to her feet charging towards the hill. The monster quickly recovered, leaping towards Marinette. Marinette dove to the side barely missing the woman’s claws. The monster turned to face her with her one good eye, the other was missing leaving a bloodied black hole behind. Marinette grimaced as the creature hissed. She began to slowly back up towards the tree while keeping her eyes trained on the woman. The monster flicked her tail out knocking Marinette to the ground and letting the woman slither on top of her once move. Marinette struggled beneath her pushing her face away with her hands and trying her best not to let the nails burying themselves into the flesh of her arms bother her. In the scramble to avoid the creatures teeth and keep from losing a hand one of Marinette’s thumbs found it’s way to the creatures lone eye. Without any other weapon in her arsenal Marinette began to press against the eye’s slick surface with as much force as she could muster. The creature yowled in pain her head reeling back but where she went Marinette followed pressing harder into the woman’s eye. The creature’s claws raked down her arms. Marinette stifled a scream as she kept pressing down. Her stomach lurched when she finally heard that sickening pop. The woman’s body stilled a smile spreading across her features looking strangely out of place as she slumped to the ground with a contented sigh. Breathing heavy Marinette, hands slick with- well she didn’t really want to think about that- staggered up the hill. As her feet drug themselves past the borders of the pine tree Marinette fell to her knees a lump forming in her throat. Finally! After all this time she was safe. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief tears filing her eyes as she heard the startled shouts of campers. Safe. Exhaustion swept through her. Without the threat of death hanging over her head she could finally let herself rest. Slumping against the soft bed of grass beneath her she let the darkness overtake her.

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My Confessions!

A follower reacted on my posting last Friday “it’s going to be a hot and wet weekend”; … and asked me; “what are your plans for the weekend?”.

I reacted; …It will be a hot and wet weekend

Based on the weather forecast, it will be a hot weekend. I mean not only the weather report, but also Hubby’s and mine agenda for Saturday, Sunday and part of Monday. This weekend it was the Pentecost weekend in the Netherlands, so an extra free day on Monday. Friends of us, living in Germany had us invited for this long weekend.

They had also tickets arranged for Pinkpop on Saturday. so we met eachother at Pinkpop, a mega open air music festival with very well know musicians like Kensington, Martin Garrix, Chef’s Special, Richard Ascroft and James TW. Pinkpop was as expected, drinks, good music, dancing perfect ingredients for to go all the way out of your roof. We felt back in our 30s!

 But age counts …. and during the last performance of Marnix Garrix we decided to go to our friends’ house, located in the beautiful Eifel National Park, not far across the German border.

We met our friends, Wolfgang en Sabine, many years ago at the “liberal” Naturist resort Cap d'Agde and it clicked immediately and also sexually. And although we don’t meet often, our relation is still as it was when we met the first time, full of lust and passion.

Our friends like, like hubby and I, to have sex with more people in the same room at the same time. For this reason they have even built a 6 person bed in their house.

After a couple of glasses of wine, Sabine and I started to kiss with each other, undressed ourselves and we made each other cum by using our tongue. Wolfgang and Hubby were sitting on the sofa, with their pants open and hard cocks in the free air. And while they watch they were softly playing with their hard cocks.
Wolfgang stopped and said. let’s go to the love room. We all did and within minutes our four bodies were intertwined.

Lust and passion took over the control and until the earliest morning we went on until we fell asleep one after another. And sorry to say, I was the first :-( The last thing I remembered was Wolfgang cumming in my mouth. And the image of Hubby and Sabine fucking in “Doggystyle”.

I woke up around nine o’clock Sunday Morning. My eyes scanned the room, the first I saw were Hubby and Wolfgang laying both nude on my left side. I could hear the typical noises of sleeping men, snore, cough, moan and smack sounds. I turned on my other side and before I even rolled on my side I felt Sabine her hand on my face. “Guten morgen” she said with a soft voice. Her blue eyes looked right into mine and I don’t know why, I felt a very strong urge to kiss her. And she responded immediately on the kiss. My hands were gliding over her beautiful body. Sometimes when I look at her, I have some jealous feelings regarding her body and was thinking what 5 year and having children can do with a woman’s body. My hand glided down to her pussy and two fingers slipped inside her. At the same moment Sabine was pressing her knee between my legs and pushed it hard towards my pussy. I started riding on her knee rubbing my pussy against her soft and thin leg and on every move of my hips, I moved my fingers inside Sabine. She started to moan softly and slowly turned herself a little on her back, open herself more for my fingers and giving more pressure against my pussy. I look at her, her eyes were closed and she moved her head backwards, opening her mouth. Her back pulled hollow, a suppressed moan and a thin jet of warm body juices squired against my hand. 

OMG what was this a horny experience and almost immediately after, I came too. Our orgasms faded into kisses again. Carefully, I took my wet hand away from Sabine’s legs and kept it for our two mouths. I had to lick Sabine her body fluids and Sabine wanted hers too. It was tasteful and I definitely wanted to taste more this weekend.

We laid close together for a while, touching and kissing each other, until the moment our feminine instinct and sense of duty, forced us to become active, taking care for the men and making breakfast. We had a hearty breakfast, an extensive coffee, when Wolfgang invited us into the garden to enjoy the beautiful weather in the nude.. After a long winter season, Wolfgang did not have to say that twice. The morning jackets went out and enjoyed the sun in our nakedness.

We also enjoyed each other’s presence so that Sunday became a pleasant mix of sex, discussing world politics, and especially about Mr. D. Trump and the Paris climate agreement, all decorated with tapas and wine.

The sun began to sink, the dusk set in and the air cooled down, actually I wanted to pull some warmth when Wolfgang called; That the jacuzzi was on display and whether we wanted to accompany him.

The jacuzzi was on the terrace on the side of the house, a little less sheltered than the large terrace, but with a beautiful view over the Eifel and the reservoir. Everybody wanted to go to the jacuzzi, but Hubby said, “Stop a moment” and he continued. “Wolfgang will you sit on that chair." Then he looked at me and said; "Car show your respect to host and reward Wolfgang with a wonderful blowjob.” Wolfgang sat down, and I kneeled down for him.

The many efforts that Wolfgang’s cock held in the last few hours and the cold air had left their signs behind. Wolfgang’s dick hung little and sluggish. Without any effort I took his whole cock in my mouth. Hubby sat next to Wolfgang and looked at how I woke up Wolfgang’s dick again. Sabine also added her head on Wolfgang’s belly and asked whispering to me; “I can also watch” With Wolfgang’s his cock deep in my mouth I nodded yes.

Men sometimes ask me; “What do you think is very exciting?" One of those things is actually something very small, namely, a little floppy dick slowly grow into my mouth to grow into a hard straight upright powerful dick. My warm mouth and teasing tongue had soon affected.

I felt how, very slowly Wolfgang his cock started at his resurrection.
By moving my tongue, mouth and head, a warm "enclosure” slowly changed into a deep throat. I focused on every change and tried to overcome the transformation in my mouth without gagging.
My mouth went up and then very deep down again on Wolfgang’s cock and every time my mouth was at his head I was sucking extra hard.
Sabine had slowly pushed her head closer to my head, and just the moment I was again with Wolfgang’s head into my mouth, Sabine pushed her lips against mine. I immediately understood what she would like.
We kissed each other, our tongues hit each other and Wolfgang his cock especially his the head of his cock was in between.

Sabine laid her arms around my neck and pulled me firmly towards her, while we moved our mouths synchronously up and down and over Wolfgang’s dick.

Wolfgang began to move his hips. A followed by a loud moaning and panting. Suddenly he pushed his pelvis upwards, and at that moment, accompanied with loud moaning, Sabine and I felt how Wolfgang was cumming into our mouths. Warm shots of cum were filling our mouth And nothing betrayed that this might be was Wolfgang’s 8th or 9th orgasm in a relatively short time. We held our lips together until we felt Wolfgang’s dick shrinking again.

 We turned our faces towards Wolfgang and Hubby, and  presented Wolfgang’s cum on our tongues. Then we looked at each other and …. swallowed everything. Many women do not know what this has an effect on men. And that gesture of unconditional love creates a bond between each other for life.

After some cleaning work removing Wolfgang’s cum, we went into the jacuzzi. The hot water, the bubbles and the the wine were a guarantee for a few hours of coziness. Unfortunately for Sabine and me, we hadn’t any sex anymore due to the fact that the men were exhausted.

But happy with each other, because just like women’s work is never done, is it the same for women’s sex ;-)
As a final fireworks, I suggested Sabine to surprise the men with a private “lesbian” show. Sabine who is just as “crazy” as I am, hesitated for not a moment. And said loudly; “Yesss!”

I whispered in her ear what I wanted to do. She nodded enthusiastically. I rushed to the “love room” and took the big double dildo.
At the same moment Sabine had been spreading a thick soft blanket on the floor of the living and invited the men to watch the “live act” of Car and Sabine. We lied to each other and carefully I pushed the dildo a little inside Sabine and me. we moved carefully towards each other, letting the dildo slowly disappearing completely in us. * Why carefully an attentive reader will wonder? 

Because, at least in my case, my interior had become quit sensitive because of its many uses. Our pussies stroked each other. Sabine pushed the on Bose remote control and a compelling music filled the space. Rhythmically, we began to move our pelvises. Our pussies rubbing each other and the dildo sliding in and out. Slowly we built our cumming … and when one of us felt she was cumming, we slowed down .

The art is, almost as close as possible staying on that turning point of cumming or not and to stay on this point as long as possible. But after a quarter of a hour, I heard Sabine asking; “Bitte, bitte” (please, please)

We did not stop anymore, our orgasm was cumming almost at the same time and very heavily. And in my case too long.Exhausted and satisfied, we turned on our backs and got a standing ovation from Wolfgang and Hubby. All in all it was getting late and soon we the four of us went to bed in the  "love room" and at least I felt asleep immediately.

The next morning I woke up with the smell of delicious coffee creams and everyone was already out of bed. Wolfgang and Hubby had even been to the bakery to get fresh bread and croissants. After the coffee we took our luggage and drove back to the Netherlands. I find it hard to start completely sexlessl. Not even a masturbation.

While driving, I began to challenge Hubby, by rubbing over his cock. At a restaurant, AC Nederweert, Hubby pulled our car on the side. He opened his pants and got his hard dick out in the open air. Without saying anything, Hubby took me by my hair, pushed my head down and said; Is this what you want?“ With his dick already in my mouth I muttered yes.

To anyone who saw a black Toyota Verso with hinged windows around two o'clock last Monday? Now you know who it was.

BTW on the way back Hubby told me that he Wolfgang and Sabine had when I was already sleeping  an awesome threesome. I was happy for him …. but felt stupid that I couldn’t stay awake. So the rest of the way back, I was thinking: - was I so tired due of hard work of is finally age starting controlling my life?


Chameleon [part 4]

Synopsis: [still in construction]
Requested: not at all
Pairing: Bucky×Reader
Warnings: none so far

Preview: Part 2; Part 3; Masterlist

A/N: I made a masterlist for Chameleon in case you guys need it :)

P.S.: I gotta start working on a synopsis so people will be more interested in reading Chameleon. Am I right?

You were locked in a room where the lights weren’t very strong but still you could see the woman right in front of you. It was small in there, but you didn’t know if it was for the space that was actually just a janitor’s closet or because Natasha’s presence built this huge sexual tension between the two of you.

“I thought you were more professional than this.” you said awarding a rough ‘shh’ from the agent.

“This is the most private room in this tower. Friday can hear us everywhere so if you are trying to keep this conversation safe from Tony, we better make it discreet.” she was speaking dangerously close to your face. 

Natasha dragged you to the janitor’s closet right after you left the gym where you made sure not to transform into anybody else just to avoid any other camera flagrant of you other than the one last time. 

“We could just have gone to a cafe or some-” and once again Natasha interrupted you.

“This is not a date, Y/N.” she thought you were being way too silly. She liked you though.

Before you could even excuse yourself, she had a penetrating look in your eyes, ready to start an interrogatory. Well, you weren’t ready for it, you had no idea what her questions would be about. Of course agent Romanoff would start off asking the basic about your powers, about the things that she had seen yesterday. After that, you couldn’t imagine what way would this conversation take.

You surely wanted to be more accepted, that was the whole point in blending right? But it wasn’t in your plans to in a single shot open up yourself to the Black Widow. This situation made you then think that maybe it was a huge mistake to have copied her DNA during your first training session. But well, it was too late now, Y/N.

Could you organize better your thoughts? You wanted to be accepted but also preserve your privacy. Both could happen but it would be very difficult since everybody had their eyes on you and still didn’t trust you at all. It most probably would get much worse after knowing you could copy their DNAs. Maybe Bruce Banner would just adore you and try using you as an experiment. Stay away from him, was your mental note.

“What did you do to look just like me yesterday? Don’t spare me the details.” Natasha asked going straight to the point. You swallowed the lump in your throat that instantly came back. 

You weren’t scared of Natasha, you were just afraid she would be able to make you talk too much. You had to filter well everything you had to say, you didn’t need anybody knowing what had happened in the past even if it was quite long ago.

“I don’t actually know how it happens but I basically can copy your DNA through the touch.” you explained taking hold of the situation and bettering your posture not to look inferior to Natasha. 

“What about my fighting skills? How did you copy them as well?” she crossed her arms drawing some attention to her cleavage. You kept your eyes on hers and fought not to feel the room too small again.

“I get some information from you too.” you started explaining. “I never had any scientific explanation to how things works, but I can get through your mind somehow. I copy the things people do, their personality… It’s like wearing a costume and being an amazing actress.” you tried to light up the mood. It was getting heavier and heavier, someone needed to do something. 

“You invaded my privacy.” she complained. Natasha started not to like your talents.

“I didn’t go very far.” you went back to explaining. “I don’t break in, I don’t, I don’t- You wouldn’t understand. Nobody ever does. But don’t be afraid, it’s not like I can read your mind and know your secrets…”

Natasha wanted to believe in your words and she had no reason to doubt you. Y/N, you could do amazing things with your power, as well as destroy an entire civilization, but you never did. You wouldn’t ever do. You always had a kind heart, a raw soul, a little bit of love and hope in your life, you were a nice person, full of kindness and virtues, you just didn’t know. And if you yourself, didn’t know how incredible you were as well as were your powers, how could the others see it?

Yes, Professor Xavier knew, also Nick Fury knew. But to have a majority of people knowing who you are, who your heart turns you into, you had to be the essence and not a consequence of the middle. But you were only going to learn that in the future. 

“I think you need to be studied.” Natasha came up with this idea. “To see what you’re really capable of and-”

“What? No. This is not happening. Im not a mouse, Natasha.”

“Bruce wouldn’t treat you like a mouse.”

Bruce? No. Nobody is going to study me. And do you remember what I told you? If they know about my shit, they will hate me. Do you like knowing I can easily copy you? No, you don’t. Now imagine someone like Sam Wilson that already hates me. What about Tony? He would lock me somewhere deep inside under the earth. And-” of course Natasha interrupted you one more time.

“Y/N.” she held your face in her both hands making you look right into her eyes. This was probably the sweetest thing she has ever done to anyone besides kissing Bruce Banner which was another case. “We are a team. Stark can hate you, and Sam too, but they have hearts.”

Yes they have hearts. Well, they were humans after all. And they had no reason to hate you, did they? You were just a stranger, yes, but there was no real reason to write your name down on their black list. They didn’t even give you a chance to be nice to them or to prove that you were an Avenger as Sam doubted.

Avenger. Still two days here and so far you had no good opinion in being an Avenger. You needed something to flip you upside down and make you see things differently, to make you feel like a superhero. But this thing was still yet to come. 

“I know you don’t wanna trust anyone, I felt that myself. Nobody seems reliable. But at least trust me.” she almost smiled to you. She held it back not to be too sweet to you, she had a reputation to conserve. 

You stared into her eyes for long seconds holding your breath before you could answer. You wanted to say no, to keep things the way they were. But her voice echoed in your mind, we are a team. Unable to say anything, you nodded. You nodded because hiding would be too hard, because talking in the janitor’s room wasn’t comfortable, because you wanted to be respected, because you wanted people to understand you at least. Because you wanted Bucky to have more reasons to smile to you…


Natasha opened the door of the closet and took a look to check if anyone was around. Nobody. She stepped out closing the door behind her and a few seconds after you got out too. She was nowhere to be seen. You decided to go to your room and take a shower, prepare yourself for the day.

You never imagined that you would ever see Mr. Bucky Barnes need some help to lubricate his metal arm. It was funny but you behaved yourself in front of him and Stark’s assistant that took care of Bucky’s metal arm. She left the room leaving the two of you alone.

“I didn’t know you needed oil on your arm.” you said creating small talk with Bucky. He smiled. Seemed as he liked doing it, at least to you. 

“I know this is high-tech but sometimes it sounds like opening a door of a haunted house.” he laughed and you did too. 

Bucky sat next to you and noticed how tense you were. He thought it was because of him, he always thought he made people tense. His metal arm is pretty intimidating and being a cyborg as he felt he was, wasn’t very approaching. He didn’t want you to think he was weird, that he was dangerous even though he kinda was. He wanted you to like him, that was one of the reasons he smiled to you whenever he could. 

“Did you have breakfast already?” the man asked but not looking at you. He was still getting rid of the thought of you scared of him, tense because of his presence. 

“No. You?” he denied waving his head.

“Wanna go to this coffee shop around the corner? They have the best black coffee, and fresh croissant every morning.” you were going to say yes but not before remembering Natasha’s line when she said This is not a date, Y/N., when you told her to have your meeting somewhere else, somewhere like a cafe

You didn’t know if coffee shops were a date place only to Natasha, but somewhere deep inside of you, you also wanted it to be to Bucky too. You smiled to the beautiful man next to you and said yes. 

Before you could even get up from the couch, Bruce Banner shows at the door with a concerned look. He was looking for you but also for Natasha that shortly showed up from behind him.

“I think we should have a chat now.” Natasha said and it was the signal for you to discreetly go to Bruce’s lab and talk privately to him. With a exception of Friday that could hear you everywhere but would only release info if someone asked for it which none of you was counting to happen. 

You looked at Bucky that had a confused looked until realizing that something was going on and it seemed pretty important, not to say complicated. He wondered if you were in trouble. Usually when shit would happen, either Bruce or Tony would be the ones to fix the damage. That’s what made Bucky turn back to you and ask:

“Is everything alright?” it sounded concerned the way he talked to you. The soldier really didn’t want you to be in any bad situation, he really had only positive things to wish to you. 

“Yes, everything is fine.” you assured him but he didn’t believe a word you said. He took a better look at you and your tense arms made him wonder if again it was because of him or the sudden appearance of Bruce in the room.

“Are you sure?” he asked again this time annoying Natasha for taking you too long to just get up and follow them. 

You are not a mouse, Y/N. You repeated to yourself. You knew you were not a mouse, you knew you weren’t an experiment, but did they know? In an act of instinct, you held Bucky’s hand and he held it back. Tight enough to make you feel somehow safe. The soldier was holding you for dear life at this moment. 

“Can you come with me?”

The lab was full of things you didn’t know what were their use. You wondered if Bruce would try to use his weird tools on you, you hoped not. Bucky still held your hand and in no way it felt awkward. You needed support and even though you trusted Natasha, you didn’t trust Natasha and Bruce together. You knew well how a bad combination of people could do bad things, life had thought you that. So there you were, the four of you in the lab, doors locked.

“So what is this meeting about?” asked Bruce all shy. You didn’t believe his shyness; he was a scientist, he was probably a lunatic and not a shy guy, thought you.

“Y/N is a mutant.”

“What?” Bucky and Bruce reacted to Natasha’s words equally. It would be funny if the moment wasn’t of tension.

“Y/N?” Bucky called your name wanting to have something from you. An explanation of course.

“She’s right.” your voice was low and inferior to Natasha’s. You started feeling like a mouse already. “You know what, I’m fine with my mutants skills, okay? I don’t even know why I’m here. I don’t need help.”

“I’m sure you need help, Y/N.” Natasha spoke louder than you trying to convince you one more time that you needed Bruce.

“For what?”

“First of all, we need to make sure you are not as destructive as Hulk can be. And if you so, we need to control it. Not offence, Banner.” Nat was spitting out the truth. “I’m afraid of what else you can do but anyhow we also need to know how far you can go.”

The agent held your shoulders and squeezed them but her touch didn’t make Bucky move an inch from you. Always holding your hand and sometimes you would tighten your grip. 

“And last but not least, you need a suit.” just the thought of having a suit disgusted you. 

“Can we be more clear here? What does Y/N exactly do?” asked the scientist. He was just confused as the soldier but the latter was too focused on feeling your touch.

“Yesterday when we were training, I asked Y/N to show me what she knew, and apparently she knows how to copy DNAs.” agent Romanoff still didn’t make it clear to Bruce.

“I turn into other people. I take their DNAs and just… Change. I don’t know. It just happens, it is like-”

“That is… Incredible.” said Bruce with the best impressed facial expression he had. “Can I- Can I see it?”

“I’m not gonna do it again.”

“They need to see it, Y/N.” Nat, for the hundredth time, tried to convince you  to do what she suggested.

“Okay, you don’t have to do it. Not now. But talk more, what else do you do?” the questions Bruce was asking were the same as Natasha’s earlier that day. You had to repeat everything again and it felt unpleasant. What a situation you put yourself into. 

“Bruce, she fought me with my abilities. It was surreal. Y/N not only looked like me but she also acted like me. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“This is the kind of case you find in the X-Men.” Banner spoke and you swallowed dry. 

You didn’t wanna have anything to do with the X-Men. Just hearing this name made you dizzy and see black spots everywhere. This was all a bad idea and to make it worse Bruce Banner was mentioning the largest group of mutants in the country. You had to do something not put yourself in a worse scenery than this exact one. 

“Can’t you check the security cameras?” suggested Nat. 

The three of them were behind Bruce’s computer screen waiting for the exact moment you turned into a version of Natasha Romanoff. You were on the other side of the table waiting for them be done with their entertaining show. A few seconds later the three avengers looked up at you and had priceless expressions. You could have snapped a picture of their faces and save it for future occasions. 

“Y/N, how- how did it happen?” Bucky looked at you and tried not to check you out from up and down a little scared. 

“I just touched Nat and it was enough to clone her.” and you regretted saying this.

Because the second you said it, Bucky instantly looked at his hand, the one he used to hold yours seconds ago before watching the video. He looks up back at you and you could see that he held his hand back, behind the table, somewhere you couldn’t reach. He knew that if you wanted, you had enough time to clone his DNA when you were holding hands anyhow he wanted to preserve himself now that he knew about how you ‘capture information’.

He didn’t want to touch you anymore. Well, he wanted to touch you, yes, but not risk having you cloning him. Did she just do it? The soldier asked himself not wanting you to have already stored his DNA. You couldn’t help but frown from seeing him distancing himself from you.

“Is there a time limit for you to stay in another form?” Banner continued questioning you but you had no mind to answer his questions anymore. You had no will to do anything anymore that day or any other day until Bucky went back to look at you as he did the first day you saw him.

It seemed like he wouldn’t smile to you any time soon. You regretted having him in the lab with you, and regretted talking to the crazy Bruce Banner and psycho Natasha Romanoff. What would you do now that you disappointed the only one that was kind to you?

Bucky decided to leave the room, while Bruce still talked and you didn’t hear him anymore, you had all your senses focused on the soldier that was now passing through the door leaving you behind completely paralyzed, deaf, speechless…

Bucky, wait. Too bad he couldn’t hear your thoughts. 

Next: Part 5

-Pearl Writer

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concept: a bmc bakery au. jeremy’s newly divorced dad owns a long-standing but now struggling bakery where they make fresh bread, rolls, croissants, etc. michael’s family owns a new popular filipino fusion dessert shop across the street where they sell stuff like maruya, kutsinta, and homemade ube halaya ice cream. jeremy’s dad is jealous of the mells’ success. jeremy and michael hang out at one another’s shops so they can see each other. the rest of the gang is involved somehow. it’s cute. it’s gay. there’s lots of baking puns.

You’re Mine

Originally posted by memoriestomelodies

Jiyong x Reader

Word Count: 2681

Genre: Fluff into smutty smutty smut smut

You loved your new family.

They weren’t your actual family, but they were the closest thing you had at the moment. You had lost your parents a few years ago in a car accident that changed your life forever. Having been the only child, and having the rest of your family live across the ocean, you were more or less alone now. You worked a lot, trying to keep busy, before going home to your apartment.

But that all changed when you met Jiyong. He was so sweet, and caring, and hilarious. His bright, bubbly self had broken his way into your life, and you couldn’t imagine it without him now. The two of you had met while he was on vacation. He had stopped in at your café, and the two of you started talking and became instant friends. You exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to meet up with him a few more times before he headed back to Seoul.

You fell in love with him almost instantly. Hearing him talk about himself, and his dreams, and his goals. He told you about his friends, and how they were a huge part of his life. Listening to him go on and on about things, always stopping to ask for your input, or apologize for talking so much. You thought he was adorable. You always just smiled and reassured him you were listening to him, and he wasn’t talking too much. You told him about yourself, about how your parents moved to South Korea when you were a baby, and how you had grown up there your entire life. About how the rest of your family all lived in the United States, and how you visited them twice a year. He was impressed that you could speak both languages so fluently, and asked you to help him with his English.

You didn’t tell him about your parents right away, not wanting to scare him off right away, but as your friendship grew, going on for months, you had no choice. On the day of the anniversary of your parents’ death, Jiyong surprised you with a visit. You had taken the day off work, not being able to hold yourself together enough to go in. It may have happened a few years ago, but the pain was still as fresh as ever.

He let himself into your apartment, having had a key made last month for when he was in town so he could let himself in while you were working. He came in, thinking you weren’t home since all the lights were off. He switched on the living room light and saw you huddled on the couch, crying quietly, holding a picture of your parents and you. You were so wrapped up in memories and your sadness, that you hadn’t even heard him enter. He walked over to you slowly, reaching down to touch your shoulder.

When his hand touched you, you screamed in surprise, looking up at him wide-eyed. He simply looked at you quietly, and you just broke down. You started sobbing as he pulled you into his arms, rocking you gently. As the sobs started to quiet down, he asked you what happened, and you told him about the accident. He sat quietly with you the entire time as you told him all about it, simply rubbing your back and kissing your hair as he held you. At the end of your story you sat limp in his arms, exhausted from the emotions rushing through you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. He helped you change, and laid you down, tucking you in.

“Give me a call if you need anything okay? I’m gonna be right down the hall on the couch,” he said, standing up to walk out. But you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

“Please,” you whispered softly.

“Please what (Y/N),” he asked, looking down at you worriedly.

“Please don’t leave me alone tonight,” you begged him. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew that you needed him to be more than just your best friend tonight, and you knew that he would only ever think of you as his best friend. But it didn’t matter. You were so emotionally drained that you decided one more heartbreak wouldn’t do much damage.

He hesitated a moment before nodding, laying down in the bed next to you. You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reached up and brushed them away, shushing you before you could say anything and pulling you close to him.

“I’m here (Y/N),” he whispered softly, his chin resting on your head. “Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

You closed your eyes, your body and mind exhausted, and you quickly started to drift off to sleep. As you faded into your dreams, you could have sworn you heard him say “I love you”.

You woke up the next morning, stretching out to find an empty bed. You sat up, looking around for Jiyong, but you didn’t see him. You got up and walked out into the hall, listening to see if you could hear him, but your apartment was quiet.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” you said to yourself quietly. You went back in your room and climbed back into bed, not ready to face the world yet. You started to doze off again when you heard keys in your door. You shot out of bed and walked out of your room, looking down the hall as Jiyong let himself in, carrying a tray with coffee and a bag from a bakery in one hand. He looked up to see you and you melted at the smile that formed on his face. You smiled back and went over to him, taking the tray out of his hand and walking to the kitchen, with him trailing behind.

“I figured you’d need some serious caffeine this morning,” he said chuckling as he pulled some plates out of your cabinet and set them down on the table. You sat at the table and reached for the bag, but he slapped your hand away, making you laugh. He handed you the coffee and waited for you to take a sip. It was your favorite. Your smile grew as you felt the hot liquid warming up your body immediately. He grabbed the butter from the fridge and set it on the table, pulling out your favorite fresh croissants from the bag. He buttered one and handed it to you. You smiled up at him sweetly.

“You don’t have to take care of me you know. I’m okay. Really,” you said, playing with the pastry. He sat down next to you and took a bite of his own pastry, smiling over at you.

“Yes I do,” he said. “It’s a man’s job to take care of the woman that he loves.”

Your eyes flicked up to his in surprise, staring at him for a moment. His face turned bright red as he stared back at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You…you love me?” you stuttered. He nodded, smiling shyly at you. You jumped out of your chair and jumped on his lap as you hugged his neck. “I love you too,” you said, your voice muffled as you hugged his neck. He laughed and hugged you tight. That was the beginning to your perfect relationship.

It wasn’t a fairy tale romance by any means. The two of you fought like any normal couple would. But at the end of the day, your love was strong enough to make the fights meaningless.  After a few weeks Jiyong asked you to move in with him. His days were getting busier and busier and he was finding it hard to make it out of town. You quickly agreed, not being able to stand the thought of being away from him for too long. After another month or two you finally met the guys, and you all immediately became best of friends. But you and Seungri were closer than anyone else. He was like the older brother you never had. You talked to him about everything, and the two of you were always together, when you weren’t with Jiyong.

One day you were at the studio with everyone, watching their dance practice. You had stopped in during the afternoon to bring Jiyong some lunch, and you brought everyone coffee from your favorite café. You sat down against the back wall, watching Jiyong dance, your eyes raking over his body like a cat in heat. You loved watching him dance, seeing the sweat glistening on his skin, watching his muscles move as he did. You licked your suddenly very dry lips, not noticing Seungri walking up to you.

“Geez, close your mouth will ya? You’re gonna make them slip with all the drool your letting out,” he said chuckling, pulling a coffee out of the tray next to you. You laughed and smiled up at him.

“Nice to see you too brat,” you told him, getting up to give him a hug. As your arms wrapped around him, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You screamed in laughter as he ran around the studio with you on his shoulder, your legs kicking as you yelled at him to put you down, before he finally did. You yelled at him while you were laughing, punching him in the arm. He rubbed it in fake pain, whining playfully, complaining that you were going to injure him before the show. The two of you kept going on and on, joking around and touching one another, not noticing Jiyong’s mood growing darker and darker as he watched the two of you.

He yelled for Seungri to get back to work. Seungri gave you a hug before running back to formation and going over the dance again. You went back to your spot and watched them finish up practice. As they finished and everyone was standing around talking and laughing, Jiyong came over and grabbed him stuff immediately.

“Let’s go,” he said gruffly. You frowned in confusion.

“Aren’t we going to hang out with the guys?” you asked as he sighed, reaching over to grab your hand.

“No. We aren’t. Now let’s go,” he said, pulling you behind him, not saying anything to the guys. You knew better than to argue with him when he was like this. You had to let him calm down first. You yelled goodbye to the guys as he dragged you out the door, following him, asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn’t talk to you. The two of you got to the car and he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming the door and walking around to the driver’s seat. He got in and the two of you drove home in silence, his hands tight around the steering wheel in anger.

When you arrived at your apartment, he got out and immediately headed inside, not even waiting for you.  You huffed and got out, slamming your own door as you went in behind him, slamming the apartment door shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You scream at him, sick of getting the silent treatment. He froze in his tracks before turning to look at you.

“What’s my problem? Really?” He asked, his voice growing as his anger did. “My fucking PROBLEM is you and Seungri! Where do you get off letting him touch you like that?! Huh? You’re mine (Y/N)! You belong to me! Not that fucking brat!” He yelled back.

You softened as you heard him speak. You understood now. He was jealous. He was scared. And it was adorable. You walked over to him as he was yelling at you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him mid-rant. You smiled up at him as he started to calm down.

“You have nothing to be jealous over,” you told him. “I’m all yours.”

He smiled down at you. “Damn straight I am,” he says, his hands trailing down to your ass, pulling you tight against him. “And I’m going to show you just how much your mine.”

He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he walked the two of you to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed. He pulled off your clothes, before pulling off his own, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at him. You loved it when he was dominant in bed, and you knew you were in for a good time tonight.

He climbed on top of you, kissing you hungrily, your arms immediately wrapping around him as you kissed him back. He kissed down your jaw, to your neck, nipping and sucking as he went, leaving his mark on your skin in his wake. He kissed all the way down your body, to your sweet spot. He spread your legs, biting and sucking on your thighs, leaving dark bruises all over them before finally licking your spot. You cried out in pleasure, your back arching on the bed as your hands tightened on the sheets.

He buried his tongue inside of you, spearing you like you were being fucked, your hips rocking against his mouth in pleasure. He switched between licking inside of you to sucking on your clit, until you were at your limit. Your mind blanked as you started to tighten around his fingers, but he pulled away just before you were able to explode. You whimpered down at him as you begged him to let you release. He climbed back up your body, licking along the way up, making you squirm with need.

“Could that BRAT make you feel the way I could?” he asked, biting your earlobe as you moaned in pleasure. “Could he make you scream the way I do? Orgasm the way I do?” He kept asking, as his hands touched you, just enough to bring you pleasure, but not to let you release.

“No…no!” You screamed. “Only you, only you.” You begged.

“That’s right. Because you are MINE,” he said, pushing into you as he said the word mine. Your mind flooded with pleasure at the feel of him finally inside of you, that one movement finally pushing you over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as you clung to him. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head as you came around him, his own moans echoing in the room as yours turned to whimpers. He started to move inside of you, in slow calculated thrusts. He pulled out slowly, before slamming back into you, over and over again, driving you wild.

You squirmed underneath him, wanting him to move faster, begging him to move faster, but he kept you pinned down beneath him.

“Who do you belong to,” he whispered in your ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you cried out. “I belong to you.”

With that he started moving faster, letting go of your arms. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clutching to him tightly, as he thrusted inside of you frantically seeking his own release. After a few more thrusts you felt him lose his pace, getting closer to his own end, your second orgasm quickly growing as well. You pulled him down to kiss him hungrily as the two of you came together, clutching to one another as your breaths started to calm down.

He rolled off you and held you close as you tried to control your frantic heart. You smiled up at him and kissed him tenderly.

“I love you Jiyong,” you told him as you tucked your head into his shoulder. He squeezed you tight as you started to drift off, exhausted from your love making.

“I love you too (Y/N),” he said, kissing the top of your head, pulling a blanket over the both of you as you both fell asleep.

~Librarian Joon

Sorry for the delay everyone. Y’all know how crazy life can be. But here’s our first new request! I hope the anon who requested it likes it! The beginning is kinda long I know, but it kinda just wrote itself :3 Let me know what you guys think! And don’t forget to send in more requests <3

Dear Journal,

This morning I woke up with Sirius sleeping on my chest. He was holding me tight with his arms wrapped around me. I slid my fingers in his messy hair, softly massaging him. His grip on me tightened and his touch made me shiver. I loved when his hands were on my skin. After all these years I still felt tingles when he touched me. I looked at my bedside table to look at the alarm clock and saw a little piece of paper. I instantly recognize Regulus’ handwritting on it.

“At James and Lily’s with Teddy. How about you two have a relaxing day? See you later!

Ps: Teddy says hi!”

I smiled at the note, picturing Regulus scribbling this note with a smiling Teddy in his arms. Regulus was so good with kids. He really missed his girlfriend Sophie. She was on vacation with her parents but I sent her a letter so she could come and surprise him next week. She also wanted to meet Teddy and Harry since she’s Lily’s cousin. I looked down at Sirius who was slowly walking up.

“Goodmorning m'love.” I whispered, realising how deep my voice was.

“Mhmm.. Goodmorning babe.. How did you sleep?” He said looking up at me, rubbing his eyes.

“Good. Regulus took Teddy to James and Lily’s. He said that we needed a day off.” I smiled, brushing a strand of his black hair away from his face.

“Really? Well that’s nice of him.. How about we just lay in bed all day?” Sirius said, kissing my lips.

“Oh that would be lovely! We can watch a movie and empty those boxes that are lying there since we moved!” I said.

“Oh yeah we could! These boxes are filled with my old Hogwarts stuff!” Sirius smilled to himself.

We had breakfast in bed. Chocolate milk, fresh croissants and fresh fruits. It was delicious. We just sat in bed and emptied the two remaining boxes. I found some old notes filled with Sirius’ doodlings. I showed them to him and he told me the story behind them. He also found his muggle band t-shirt that he’s looking for. I finally reached the bottom of the box. I was about to throw it away when I saw a piece of paper folded. I took it and slowly opened it, expecting another sheet full of notes. But it wasn’t.

“Dear Remus,
I realised that my feelings towards you were more than the friendship we have. It’s hard to admit it but I always felt this towards you. Since the day we met I have had this crush on you but I always denied it because.. Well.. boys aren’t supposed to love boys. I don’t think I’m brave enough to tell you face to face so I’ll tell you now. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with the freckles on your cheeks. I’m in love with your curly hair. I’m in love with the way you bite your lip softly when you read. I’m in love with your flushed cheeks and your awkward giggles. I’m in love with you. All of you. Well.. that’s it so.. I hope you’ll still talk to me after this.. but I needed to tell you.

With love, Sirius.”

I held the paper close to my chest and smiled.

“Oh no don’t tell me you found that..”

I turned around and saw a blushing Sirius. He had a hand on the back of his neck, trying to hide his embarassment.

“Sirius why didn’t I get it? When did you write this?” I said, walking closer to him.

“I wrote it in the middle of a long night in 5th year. I never got the nerve to give it to you.. but I knew that one day I would. That night, you had a nightmare and asked me if I could stay with you. You were adorable. I held you close to me so you could feel protected. I couldn’t give it to you.. I tried but.. I couldn’t. So i kept it, thinking that one day, we would be together and we would laugh about it.. I guess my wish came true.” He smiled.

“Pads.. I love you..” I said, taking his cheeks in my hands and kissing his lips.

“I love you too. Are you going to keep this embarassing piece of paper?” He giggled.

“Of course I will! This is so adorable!”

And we spent the rest of the day, cuddled into eachother watching a muggle movie.

April 21st 1978

LES MIS MODERN AU — broship aesthetics: enjolras & feuilly

morning light and fresh croissants, sharing a newspaper, secondhand book stalls, bright smiles and wide-eyed admiration, secret corners of the city, a light breeze through open windows, earnest compliments, calling out flaws in arguments, putting other people first, conversations that forget to end, running fingers through hair, quiet snoring, the tightest hugs known to man. (requested by @aflamethatneverdies @jordsie @eirenical & anons)

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader Paris honeymood moodboard requested by Anon

You couldn’t pinpoint your favourite thing about Paris. There were the boulangeries with their fresh croissants in the mornings that you loved with your coffee. There was the Eiffel Tower which rose above you and twinkled so perfectly at night. Even the streets alone were magical with little shops and restaurants.

But if you did have to pinpoint your favourite part of Paris, it would have to be waking up every day next to your husband Bucky Barnes. You could stare at the soft smile on his face as he lay amongst the white sheets or how his brow would crease slightly. Even watching the steady rise of his chest was soothing. Come to think of it, you couldn’t pick your favourite thing about Bucky either.