go hide in a closet

horoscope
  • aries: I know this is a hard time for you, aries, but remember: 'tis better to have loved and lost. it’s really great, just the best.
  • taurus: step on a crack, break your mother’s back. pick up the phone, break your mother’s tailbone. take your coffee with creamer, break your mother’s femur. the wizard’s spell has gone terribly wrong, and you must not move at all until it is reversed.
  • gemini: you will meet a tall, handsome stranger. he will introduce himself, you will come to know him well, and he will know you well. he will grow older. his skin will sag and thin. he will no longer be handsome. he will no longer be a stranger. he will no longer be most of the things he once was. he will be a close friend, an old friend, one you’ve known for years, and with whom you are settling down into that final stretch of life. but he will always be tall. so tall. very, very tall.
  • cancer: I’m not saying this is bad news, but the stars just say “aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” I mean, maybe that’s a good sign, right? right? it’s a very inexact science.
  • leo: today is your lucky day! which is good news, because tonight is your unlucky night. but enjoy this lucky day until the sun goes down. until the very second the sun goes down. and then…and then
  • virgo: you should check under your bed before you go to sleep. that way the thing hiding in your closet will think you haven’t realized where it is yet.
  • libra: all eyes are on you. gross! give them back!
  • scorpio: mars is intersecting with Mercury, which means your head is weirdly big for your body, and no one wants to tell you because they don’t want you to have the grace of self awareness. ugh! scorpios.
  • sagittarius: you worry too much about earthquakes and plane crashes. you’re going to die of heart disease or cancer, just like everybody else.
  • capricorn: stop throwing your money away on expensive cars and nice clothes. the owners of those cars and outfits do not appreciate the crumpled dollar bills you keep throwing on them! and anyway, if you want to throw something away, that’s what garbage cans are for.
  • aquarius: you’ve been so stressed lately. why not just sit outside tonight, relax, look up at the stars, and know basically nothing about the world you live in.
  • pisces: scorpions are not as dangerous as everyone thinks. try to concentrate on that. it’ll help you feel a little calmer tomorrow. (welcome to night vale ep75)
Snapchat Mishap{Part 3}

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 " I CANT BELIEVE YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL US!“

   It’s girls night &  you just came clean to Wanda & Natasha about the game with Bucky. Natasha just smirks, but Wanda is not pleased with the fact you waited this long to tell them. Questions begin shooting from her, no space In between for you to even answer her. When she finally finishes, she’s out of breath, and giving you a  'well I’m waiting bitch ‘ look. You answer them all, telling them how it started with an accidental snap, about the snaps since then and about the other morning in the kitchen before Steve and Sam showed up.

  It’s been three days since that happened, and the snaps have increased between to two of you. While you drink with the girls, the boys are having their own night, which usually includes beer & poker . Girls night is so much better; you have booze, face masks, pizza & movies. Tonight though Nat suggest something new,

  ” what do you guys think about crashing the boys poker game?“

” I thought the point of girls night was to ignore the guys!“ You groan .

” yeah yeah , but how funny would it be to kick their asses at poker ! Plus it could be a good chance to play with Bucky a little y/n, I heard Thor sent them some as guardian mead… you could win this thing tonight .“ Shit, she’s so right.

” I don’t think it’s fair if I do it when he’s drunk natty.“

” but your drunk too!“ Wanda cheers. Well she’s not wrong .Nats secret stash of vodka was strong as hell, barely 45 minutes in you& wanda were about to cross the border from tipsy to drunk. Time for some fun .

  When you step off the elevator on to Tony’s floor, you hear the boys voices echoing through the halls . All eyes turn to you and the girls when you appear in the doorway

” got room for three more guys?“ Nat asks with a smirk .

” did girls night get too boring for you ladies?“ Tony asks as he pulls three more chairs to the poker table

  ” we can only experiment with each other so much Tony.“ You tease with a wink. You pick the seat next to Bucky, sending him a quick smirk before turning away .

  You suck at poker , absolutely suck . But you don’t feel too bad, wanda is just as bad. You both opt out of playing after a while and just watch Natasha kick the guys asses. You notice the guys drinks are getting low & the bowl of chips is nearly empty so you decide to busy yourself .

  ” I’m going to refill everything , I’ll be back.“ You grab the empties and and head down the hall to Tony’s kitchen . You place the bottles on the counter, as you go to turn and grab the liquor bottle you feel two familiar hands on your waist . Game time .

  ” need help doll?“ Buckys voice was rougher than usual , making you shiver at the sound .

” sure Barnes .“ He Hunms in response, he doesn’t move though, his hands tighten on your waist instead .

” buck what are you-“

” these shorts look amazing on you doll.“ He whispers into your ear . Between the vodka and his voice you’re turning into a puddle too fast. When you don’t answer his hands crawl from your hip to the front of your pants, popping the button open and sliding under them. His hands just rest for a minute over the front of your panties , before moving even farther down until they are over your clit. His finger start slowly pressing against you, the friction from your lace panties causing you to squirm . ” what’s the matter doll ? Don’t you like this?“ 

He nips at your ear, resulting in your head falling back against his shoulder . His lips trail down to your neck, placing kisses in the crook of your neck .

” James -“ he placed more pressure on you clit , now starting to run fast circles against you.

” say it again y/n" oh no, you’re not getting the upper hand here barnes . You remove his hands from your shorts, then spin around and grab onto his shirt. You flip your positon, pressing him against the counter now . Your eyes don’t leave his as your hands play with the bottom of his black V neck. You run your hands underneath, and find the band of his boxers . 

You slip your fingers under the band and move them across is waist . Buckys breath hitches and you hear it, sending him a quick wink. You stop above his growing bulge, and go to slide your hand but he stops you. Your position is changed again and your back against the counter . You both stare at each other , lips parted as you breathing quickens. His tongue darts out to lick at his lips and you lose it, you need to feel his lips on yours . You fist your hands in his shirt and tug him to you, but before you lips can touch you stop. You know once you kiss him, you might not be able to stop yourself ; and you aren’t about to lose . Not tonight .

  “ everyone’s waiting for us .” Is all you say as you duck out of his grip. You grab the bottle of booze from the other side of the counter and go back to what you initially came here to do.

“ you’re driving me crazy doll .”

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“ that’s the idea sweetheart.” You hand him the bowl of chips and grab the tray of drink and head back to your friends .

   Poker doesn’t last much longer , Natasha’s winning streak finally made the guys quit . By now you’re all drunk , but not completely trashed .

“ let’s play hide and seek!” Wanda says through her giggles . Surprisingly everyone agrees, tony has Friday randomly select someone to be It first , and lock the floors that aren’t part of the playing field . So far the only floors to use for hiding are Tony’s, the communal level & the party room level. FRIDAY selects Sam To count first, and after 5 minutes of him bitching he finally begins counting . You all dart out of Tony’s living room to hide . You know how sam thinks , he’ll probably assume no one would be obvious enough to hide on Tony’s floor( since that’s where he’s counting) but you do . You go to hide in Tony’s massive closet , but find it already taken.

“ well hey there doll face.” Of fucking course he’s here. You hear Sam call the last number and fling yourself into the closet . The door shuts quietly behind you leaving you in th dark with Barnes . He manages to find you , startling you when he tugs you against him.

“ mmm doll, I haven’t stopped thinking of you all night .”

  “I don’t think now is the time for-” your words turn into a gasp when you feel your shorts being popped open . Buckys metal hand slide under your panties, going right to your core. “ fuck y/n , you’re drenched ! Is this all for me? ” his fingers roll your clit , making you whimper . 


“ god you smell good Angel. ” his fingers dip into your pussy, making you arch your back.

“ fuck.” You whimper , his fingers pick up speed , plunging into you at a harsh pace. His thumb presses against your clit and you feel the coil in you tightening .

“ are you going to cum for me doll? ” he asks, his lips hovering over yours now . Fuck it . You lean up , pressing your lips to his . His lips are soft and warm against yours , he doesn’t waste time and coaxes your lips open for him to slide his tongue against yours .

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His finger are fucking into you , and you know you only have a few seconds before you finish. Using all the self control you can muster up in this moment, You tug his hand out of your pants. You guide them to your mouth, and proceed in sucking your wetness off then. Bucky moans at the feeling ,

“ I’m not ready to lose just yet James .” You purr

“ oh for fucks sake Y/n.” He breathes out . Before he can kiss you again the door whips open , revealing a smirking Natasha .

“ I didn’t know we were playing 7 minutes in heaven guys.”

  “ where’s Sam?” You ask

  “ him and Tony got into an argument so they quit. But on the bright side , you two are the last ones to be found!” You roll your eyes and exit the closet , buttoning your pants as you do . You hear Natasha giggle behind you and Bucky grunt . This fucking sucks .

  Everyone says their goodnights and goes to their rooms, but before you leave Bucky grabs onto your wrist , “ I’m not done with you just yet gorgeous.”

 He drags you to his room , slamming the door shut behind him . His lips are on yours a second later , his tongue slipping in & swirling around yours . Your head is spinning at the feeling, and you barely register falling onto his bed . His lips are only off yours for a few seconds before he reattaches them in a desperate kiss. You weave your hands in his hair, tugging it hard and making him moan into your mouth. His lips migrate from your lips to your neck , then stop when they get to your shirt . He sends you a wicked smile before moving down your body until he’s level with your pussy. He spreads your legs , and tugs your shorts off . You’re positive there’s a wet patch on your panties , but you’re too flustered to be embarrassed. Bucky nuzzles his nose into your heat making you whimper .

“ fuck doll. I just want to taste you.” You buck your hips towards his face , making him chuckle . He moves down , mouthing over your covered cunt . You can feel his tongue against you and you have to fight not to beg him to just fuck you . He wraps his arms under your thighs and drags you to the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of you

 " just say the words doll,please.“ He begs .

 Neither of you are ready to lose , you’re not ready To give him that satisfaction .

” I don’t think so Barnes.“ He moves away , locking his eyes with yours . Fuck , I can’t do this . The anticipation is killing you , mixed with the sexual frustration you feel like every inch of your skin is on fire . You sigh, deciding on your next step. You roll off the bed , and shed all your clothes . You lay down on his bed like you where before , on the edge of the bed . Buckys eyes go straight to your bare, dripping pussy.

  ” holy shit.“ He breathes out , ” thank god .“ He goes to strip but you giggle & stop him

” oh no sweetheart , this isn’t me caving .“ His eyebrow raises in question , but quickly drops when he sees your hand go to your core.

  One hand plays with you clit , rubbing circles while the other hand roams up your body , stopping when it gets to your nipple. You tug on your nipple, moving to slide two to tour fingers into yourself . You whimper at the feeling , moving your fingers faster and faster . Bucky is moaning, leaning forward and watching your every move .

” James “ you moan , he lets out a whimper at the sound.

” Say the words and you can have this Bucky. You can be fucking into me , over and over -“ You thrust particularly hard, making your words fall into a whimper as you tumble into your orgasm . His name repeatedly falls from your lips as you do, Bucky panting the entire time as he watches . He’s rutting himself against the bed as he watches , which is hotter than you’d like to admit . You finally pull your fingers out , and you can feel yourself spilling onto the bed . You hold your fingers out to him , he moves forward in a blur , sucking Your fingers into his mouth with a moan.

” you taste even better than I dreamed .“ He leans in closer , flattening his tongue and licking from your pussy to your clit , a loud moan ripping through you .

” what are you-“

” just cleaning you up sweetheart.“ Fucker.

 When he stands you see a wet patch on the front of his pants . ” looks like I’m not the only messy one .“ You giggle , getting up on you knees on his bed . Your hands fly to his pants , undoing them and pushing them down his legs along with his boxers . His tip is still slightly leaking and he looks painfully hard still . Must be the serum. You slide off the bed to your knees, then without a warning take his tip into your mouth, sucking at it while flicking your tongue against it in your mouth .

  ” ohhh- stop stop , I can’t -“ you fee him tense up, and you know he’s about to release again. So you let go with a wet pop, sending him a smile before standing . You grab your clothes off the floor , and his discarded v neck. You slip into your panties and his shirt .

  ” where are you going ?“ He asks . You give him a quick kiss ,

” it’s late , I’m going to bed duh.“

” you could stay .“ His words catch you off guard , he wants me to stay? His hand gently grabs onto yours , turning you so you face him again . His hands are cupping your cheeks now , his lips landing on yours in a sweet kiss. This kiss is different from the other ones, it’s not rushed or dirty . It’s sweet , slow and addicting . When you part you open your eyes and see a glimmer of something unfamiliar in his eyes .

  ” okay, I’ll stay.“

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Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: hi! can u write  peter parker imagine where ur tony’s daughter and you always go to visit peter. but you two haven’t told anybody about your relationship. and so you two got shopping one day and he decides to take you out on a date instead and Tony’s at the same restaurant that he took you to. and so ur trying to hide from him and stuff. and then on the same day tony shows up at his apartment and peter gets really nervous and scared that he might find out that you two are together.

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: None


You knocked on the window of Peter’s apartment. Peter’s back was turned towards you and he had his earbuds in. You sighed in annoyance and knocked again. It seemed that Peter couldn’t hear you because of the music.

‘‘Peter!’‘ you yell through the window.

Peter couldn’t hear you again which made you angrier. You started slamming the window with your first, yelling for Peter’s attention. Of course, Peter’s music was still blaring into his ears. His focus was on his phone, which gave you an idea.

‘‘You’re so deaf sometimes, Parker.’‘ you sigh, rolling your eyes.

You reach into your back pocket and fished out your phone. When you got it out, you pulled up Peter’s messages and saw that he was typing something. You waited as he typed, when he sent the message, you wanted to throw your phone at the ground.

‘‘Where are you Y/N?’‘ peter texted.

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BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Jimin Version

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Pro tip: when going to hide inside of a closet, make sure to bring a comfy blanket or sheet to lay on, because god damn the floor is so hard and rough. You weren’t just sitting inside your best friend, Jimin’s, closet for fun. Just a few minutes ago, you were in his living room, battling him out in the tie-breaker round of Mario Kart. Your character, Daisy, was currently beating his Luigi racer. Of course you had to keep your focus, because even though you had an immense lead over him he could easily acquire a blue shell and pass you up, taking 1st place for himself. You tried striking up conversation with Jimin, trying to distract him from his racing so you could get a farther lead ahead of him.

“Jimin, how come Luigi and Daisy don’t have an in-depth love story like Mario and Peach do? Don’t you think they deserve to have the same recognition for their love too?”

“Stop it Y/N. I know what you’re trying to do, but its not gonna work this time.” Jimin teased, nudging his shoulder against yours as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

“I’m dead serious, Jiminie. They deserve just as much as Mario and Peach do!” you protested, nudging him back while your Daisy threw a banana peal behind her. Jimin this time gently kicked your thigh with his foot, jamming buttons on his controller as he fought to catch up.

“I don’t. If you and I were together, for example, I wouldn’t want the whole world to know every single thing about our love life like Mario and Peach. Its better to have a relationship like Daisy and Luigi, quieter, but still acknowledged and accepted.” he explained, activating his Bullet Bill and gaining a small lead over you. You cursed softly and kicked your feet in frustration.

“I’d want the world to know you’re mine, so that no one would try to take you from me. Because I really do like you Jimin, like a lot, and I’d want the world to know that.” you said quickly, so quickly that Jimin barely caught any of it. But he did. And his button smashing ceased as he looked down at your still playing figure.

“Y/N?” he asked in a soft voice. You paused the screen and looked up at his wide eyes. Your eyes mimicked his as the dawning realization of what you just said rained down on you, quickly throwing the controller at Jimin to distract him as you ran into his room and dived into his closet.

Now here you were, sitting with your knees close to your chest as embarrassment bubbled in your stomach and dreed filled your heart. You really blew it this time, didn’t you? What if your friendship is ruined now because of your accidental confession. You sighed, just as the door to the closet opened, looking up to see Jimin standing above you. He knelt down onto his knees, avoiding your gaze.

“Y/N… do you really like me?” he asked, his eyes soft and voice sweet. You couldn’t find the heart to speak, so you just nodded your head and hid your face in your knees, awaiting the rejection you knew was to come. But the words never came. Instead you felt Jimin grab your hand, and felt the soft brush of lips caressing your knuckles.

“Good, because I like you a lot too.”

Im Youngmin Mafia AU
  • you were a kindergarten teacher at the elementary school in your town
  • you truly loved your job, having the ability to get students involved in school and their education
  • as the new school year started, you made sure to get to know each of the students and their families well
  • there was one student in particular, im youngjae, who you were concerned about
  • on the first day of school, he’d been dropped off by someone– they’d left so quickly you didn’t get the chance to talk to them– and he’d been whisked away at the end of the day
  • you’ve started noticing that youngjae has issues of some sort with home life
  • you do an activity with the kids about what they want to be when you grow up and he draws a GUN
  • and you’re like no sweetie guns are bad let’s draw a firefighter
  • “but daddy has a gun?”
  • and you’re like ummmmmmmm
  • so of course, when you meet im youngmin, youngjae’s father, for the parent-teacher conferences, you’re intrigued
  • he’s extremely charming, and you find yourself blushing at his small compliments, doing your best to get the conversation back to youngjae’s progression in learning the number line
  • then finally, as the end of the parent-teacher conference draws to an end, you take out the drawing of the gun, showing it to him
  • “this is what youngjae said he wanted to be when he grew up,” you said quietly, watching an array of emotions flit across his face
  • “ah,” youngmin nodded, pulling the paper towards him and tracing the crayon lines carefully
  • you watched as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably, his dress shirt shifting slightly
  • you caught sight of a tattoo on his chest– 101– and you sucked in a breath, understanding
  • while the man in front of you was obviously involved in shady business, he looked so upset about the whole thing, and you felt bad 
  • pulling the paper away, you smiled at youngmin
  • “mr. im, i just wanted to let you know about that,” you said cheerfully, “i’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. youngjae is an absolute sweetheart to have in the classroom. he’s very helpful to his peers, and does his best to understand and keep working on the tasks he’s given.”
  • “please, call me youngmin,” youngmin insisted, shaking your hand as he headed out
  • his hand was warm, and you felt like you’d been shocked
  • one day, you noticed that youngjae hadn’t been picked up after school, so you brought him back to your classroom
  • he sat there, playing with the small boardgames and puzzles that you had as you worked on your report cards, checking to make sure he was okay  every so often
  • the hours passed, and soon, it was past dinner
  • he was clearly hungry, so you dug out some goldfish and let him have that
  • “don’t tell dad, alright?” you winked at him, and youngjae giggled, nodding as he shoved a goldfish into his mouth (this is a terrible teacher btw)
  • you were worried that youngmin wasn’t showing up, but youngjae said he hadn’t said anything about him picking youngjae up late
  • you looked through the emergency contact cards you had, figuring that you would just call him and see what was up
  • on the other side of town, youngmin was tied up to a chair, glaring up at choi seungcheol of svt, blood pouring out of his mouth and ribs hurting like hell
  • “i’m not telling you where we hid the ammo,” he growled, looking up at seungcheol defiantly
  • “oh youngmin, sooner or later, you’ll have to tell us,” seungcheol smiled, holding up a hammer, “after all, you only have so many bones in your body.”
  • suddenly, a phone started ringing
  • another one of the svt members yanked the phone from youngmin’s pocket, showing the screen to seungcheol, who nodded
  • “answer it.”
  • “hello, mr. im? ah, i mean, youngmin?”
  • youngmin visibly tensed in the chair, eyes widening for a brief second. a huge grin spread across seungcheol’s face
  • “i was just calling to remind you that youngjae is still waiting for you here at the elementary school.”
  • “daddy, i wanna go home!” youngjae’s high-pitched voice echoed through the room
  • “youngmin?”
  • seungcheol ended the call, smiling down at youngjae, “i guess we won’t get to all your bones today.”
  • “leave them the hell alone,” youngmin shouted after seungcheol as he left the room, motioning for the others to untie youngmin
  • back at the school, you frowned down at the phone in your hand
  • “did daddy say anything?” youngjae asked, tugging on your sleeve, “is he on his way?”
  • “daddy’s just running late,” you replied, worried. he had responded– why hadn’t he said anything?
  • suddenly, your mind flashed back to the tattoo you’d seen on his chest
  • while youngmin was strange, he never picked youngjae up late– ever
  • he clearly cherished his son, and you couldn’t see his work, however illegal it was, getting in the way of his son’s well being
  • frowning, you dialed someone else, heart beating in your chest
  • one of your friends claimed to that one of her friends was a fairly high-up member of 101, and something about this whole situation seemed fishy
  • after getting the guy’s number from her, you quickly called him
  • “lee euiwoong, who am I speaking to?”
  • you quickly explained the situation, telling him that you were youngjae’s teacher and that you’d called youngmin and hadn’t gotten a response even though you picked up
  • euiwoong cursed, running a hand through his hair
  • he told you not to move from the school, that something might be going on
  • right after he told you that, you heard a loud series of bangs, presumably guns
  • shaking, you hung up, picking up youngjae and running to a small supply closet, hiding in there
  • “youngjae, we’re going to play a game, okay?” you said quietly, holding him close
  • youngjae was clearly scared, shaking as well
  • “we’re hiding, and we have to be as quiet as possible.”
  • youngjae nodded, and you put your arms around him, doing your best to comfort the five- year old
  • you heard loud shouting, the occasional crash, and youngjae whimpered, holding you tighter
  • suddenly, there was another series of bangs, and the sounds of fighting ensued
  • “get the classroom,” you heard someone growl
  • your heartbeat picked up, clutching youngjae tightly
  • you heard someone walk around the supply closet, and you felt hot tears running down your cheeks, thinking over and over that today was the day you were going to die
  • footsteps stopped in front of the supply closet, and you felt like the sound of your heartbeat was going to give you away
  • youngjae sniffled a tiny bit and your heart dropped as the door was wrenched open, revealing an incredibly buff guy with a disgusting grin
  • “you can’t escape n–”
  • he was cut off by the pop of a gunshot, slumping to the side in an instant
  • youngmin rushed over to the two of you, trying to lift youngjae up, but the small boy wouldn’t let go of you
  • youngmin carefully helped you up, walking you over to a chair and helping you sit down
  • “are you okay?” he asked, checking both you and youngjae for injuries
  • “we’re fine,” you assured him, “just a bit shaken up is all. you arrived just in time– thank you.”
  • youngmin stared at you, obviously pained, “i should be apologizing, i’m the one who got you into all of this.”
  • you shook your head, gently rocking youngjae back and forth, “it was those lunatics that got me into this, not you. euiwoong told me about svt.”
  • “you know about svt?” youngmin looked startled, “you know about 101?”
  • you laughed at that, “i saw your tattoo the first time we met.”
  • “and you weren’t terrified of me?” youngmin asked incredulously, “i shoot guys for a living.”
  • “youngmin, anyone who clearly has so much love for their son isn’t a bad person,” you said quietly, watching as youngjae’s eyelids fluttered shut
  • youngmin stared at you quietly, eyes looking down at youngjae before back at you
  • “(y/n),” he said softly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, “thank you, for all you’ve done for my family.”
  • youngmin chill with the cheese a bit pls
  • you end up staying the night at his house because youngjae really won’t let go of you
  • he insists that you take the bed and he can sleep on the couch, and you feel bad but he really won’t have it any other way
  • it’s a friday night, so you’re able to stay over
  • youngjae looks so small and fragile, you feel bad that he had to experience such an intense night
  • he falls asleep and eventually lets go of you, but you can’t seem to fall asleep after such a chaotic night
  • you get up to grab a glass of water, hoping that youngmin won’t mind
  • for some reason, the glasses are on a super high shelf that you can’t reach, even on your tiptoes
  • “need some help?” youngmin apparently was having a hard time sleeping as well
  • instead of water, he made the two of you tea, and you sat at his small dinner table
  • “you know, to be honest, there’s a reason why svt targeted you specifically,” youngmin said quietly, rubbing the back of his head
  • “i thought it was because of youngjae?” you asked in confusion
  • “partially, yes,” youngmin nodded, “and maybe this isn’t the right timing to tell you this, but i like you, (y/n),” he confessed, looking over at you over his cup of tea
  • “you like me?” you frowned, “how? why?”
  • youngmin chuckled, “you’re… you’re you,” he shrugged, “and i like that.”
  • “does that mean (y/n) will be my mommy now?”
  • youngmin turned bright red lmao
  • aPPARENTLY youngjae had woken up and gone out to the kitchen to see what the fuss was about
  • “maybe not mommy,” you replied, ruffling youngjae’s messy hair, “daddy’s girlfriend, though, maybe we have a deal.”
  • youngjae nodded happily, giving you a thumbs up
  • “wait, really?” youngmin looked at you hopefully, “you’ll date me?”
  • “yes, really,” you laughed at his disbelief, “but if i get kidnapped on the first date, I’ll have to reconsider.”

thank you so so much to the anon who left this super detailed possible plot that, upon reading it again, i’m realizing was meant for jonghyun, jung jung or eunki, so for theirs i will DEF try to incorporate something similar w/kids, but thank you again!

Hiding (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x reader where the reader is Ronnie’s adopted sister & she’s secretly going out with Juggie & invites him over when Ronnie is over at Betty’s & Hermione is over at Archie’s (cause she’s dating arch’s dad) & like they watch a movie when they hear the front door open so the reader shoves Jug in her closet & Ronnie enters reader’s room and is like yo can I borrow your bunny onesie (or something) and she opens the closet and sees Jughead and the rest is up to you! Thx 😘

A/N: This was requested that I work on this next so here it is! I hope you guys like it <3 Requests are welcome

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Hiding (Jughead x Lodge!Reader)

(Y/n) Lodge.

Well sort of.

Hermione was best friends with your mom when you were little so when your parents got into a car accident and didn’t make it, she took you in.

No one on in your immediate family was close to you and Hermione was on the will as your guardian.

The adoption papers were signed within that year.

So You’ve been officially a Lodge since age 5.

You and Veronica grew up as Best Friends and then Sisters. You were the same age so it worked out great. Plus Hermione always said she wanted another daughter.

When everything went down in New York, you guys moved to the small town of Riverdale.

Of course, Ronnie wasn’t exactly thrilled but you were glad to get away from everyone.

Even though you were considered a Lodge, No one in New York thought of you as one. You didn’t act like any of them. You kept to yourself unless it was with Ronnie.

The move changed everything.

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anonymous asked:

do you know any YA books where the characters are already out and it's not really an issue in the book? Just something fluffy and nice like a traditional YA romance just with queer characters? I'm so hungry for something gay and happy.

Yup! The Ask right before this was for wlw, so here’s my list of bi and lesbian faves:

And two fave fun ones with a bunch of POVs that include a wlw one with a cute romance:

Those are all contemps, but if you want SFF too, check out Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova, Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst, and Otherbound by Corinne Duyvis.

That’s all bi and/or lesbian rep. (I should also probably add Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown - I’m always on the fence about whether that counts as coming out because she has to go back into the closet and hide the fact that she’s out from her love interest and new friends, but she’s Out when the book starts, kinda like Openly Straight by Bill Konigsberg, so, your mileage may vary.)

For gay and bi male rep, check out:

  • Perfect 10 by L. Philips
  • How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by JC Lillis (still a bit of an issue because reconciling faith and queerness is a big part of the book, but it’s still delightfully fluffy. Highly recommend reading this and then A&B.)
  • The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee
  • The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich feels worth a shout here because even though it doesn’t quite fit…it also kinda does, and it’s a good choice if you want gay and happy without angst being centered around coming out

Trans rep is pretty limited on this front; all I can think that’s already out is Jess, Chunk, and the Road Trip to Infinity by Kristin Elizabeth Clark, which is not my fave in certain rep respects but I do appreciate for this. 

seriously tho nothing screams “written by str8 people” louder than the “I could ~never~ date someone in the closet because if they’re not honest with their family how could they be honest with me?” trope……………….

Okay, do ya’ll remember that Friends episode where Rachel and Phoebe were messing with Chandler and Monica cause they were sneaking around and having the sexy time? (S5E14 for reference)  So I was just imagining….

- Shiro and Keith having sex in what they think is a remote part of the Castle only to get caught by Lance, but before he could make his presence known, Pidge covers his mouth and drags him away to another room

- “SHIRO AND KEITH!”  “Oh my God…” “SHIRO AND KEITH!”  “Lance, it’s fine!”  “BUT THEY’RE DOING IT.”  “I know, I know!”  “YOU KNOW?!”  “Yes, and Hunk knows, just stop screaming!”

- Hunk is relieved that more people know and thinks everything can be out in the open now, so the lies and secrets can finally be over, but Lance suggests they keep it to themselves and have a little fun of their own, and Pidge is on board with his antics…

- Lance starts to flirt with Shiro, who clearly becomes flustered because he isn’t sure what to do with that.  He later tells Keith, and HOO BOY DOES HE GET MAD but obviously he can’t say anything cause they’re keeping their relationship a secret

- Later, when they’re all in a room together, Lance winks at Shiro and says, “See ya, Shiro, I miss you already” in front of Keith and leaves, and Keith finally figures out what’s going on

- “Oh my God, Shiro, he knows about us.”  “What?  Are you serious?” “Yes, he knows, and he’s just trying to freak us out.”  They confront Hunk who had found out on his own and promised not to say anything.  “Well, I didn’t tell them!” he says.  Keith and Shiro look at each other. “Them?!  Who’s them?”  “Oh quiznack….”  They decide to turn the tables around on Lance and Pidge.

- Shiro calls Lance (let’s say they have private communicators, I dunno) with Keith in the room.  “Hi Lance, I’ve been thinking about you all day.” “…huh?” “Well, I mean, I’ve noticed you’ve been flirting with me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”  “…really?!”  Keith and Shiro snicker at how freaked out he sounds.   “Yeah, of course.  Why don’t you head over to my room tonight and I’ll let you feel my biceps… and maybe more.”  “…I’ll get back to you on that.  Bye.”  Keith and Shiro high five it out; mission accomplished.

- Pidge and Lance figure out that Keith and Shiro are messing with them back, and Lance decides to take Shiro up on his offer, and this whole thing just snowballs into “who is going to break first.”  

- Keith’s hiding in the closet, confident Lance is going to be the first to crack.  Pidge and Hunk are just outside of Shiro’s room, listening to everything.  Shiro and Lance awkwardly begin flirting with each other, neither of them really knowing what to do at this point and are internally panicking.  

- Just as they’re about to kiss, Shiro breaks and backs away. 

Shiro: Okay, okay okay!  You win!

Lance: Ha!

Shiro:  I can’t have sex with you!

Lance: And why not?

Shiro:  Because I’m in love with Keith!

Lance:  Y-You’re what?!

Shiro: That’s right!  I love him.  I. Love.  Him.

- Keith emerges from the closet, never having heard those words before.  There were feelings between them, sure, but love?  Lance is floored.  Hunk and Pidge burst into the room, equally shocked.

- Shiro turns to Keith, wraps him around his waist, smiles down at him.  “I love you, Keith.”  Keith grins, “I love you too, Shiro,” and they share a tender kiss.

Lance:  Aww, I thought you two were just doing it; I didn’t know you were in love!!


But yeah, I thought about this a lot and found it hilarious.  I think I might just write a full crossover fic later. Bahaha.

~operation-firecobraclaw

Notes (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Requested by @jaredflyingsolo : “Excuse me, would you like to read that note in front of the whole class?” “Sure why not but I’m warning you it’s not exactly PG” 

Warnings: a little smutty, cussing, risqué things, mentions of sex 

w/c: 950 (short bc I have so many more to do) 

A/N: This is my first smutty ish fic and I hope I did a good job but who knows. Sorry for not posting yesterday (I was not feeling 100% and I was in a terrible mindset) but I’m back to submit more of the requested fics. Oh yeah also not proofread whoops


Dating Connor Murphy was kind of like walking on the moon. It was amazing and life changing- but you were playing with fate; any second your suit could run out of oxygen. 

Why? Because your boyfriend was very, very, into public displays of affection, and his teasing was the stuff of legends. Doesn’t sound like a huge problem right? Not really, until you’re in your third period history class and your boyfriend won’t stop whispering things in your ear and passing you notes that would make your parents faint. 

It was really easy for him to do it too, since he sat right behind you and you were both in the very back of the class, so no one really noticed. Which right now was a pretty good thing because you had at least three balled up pieces of paper on your desk and a very pink face. 

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im uncomf with the “bi women who prioritize women vs. bi women who prioritize men” shit for so many reasons and ive tried to put them into a coherent post for ages but i cant so here’s a list of Feelings i have about it

  • the only concrete definition of “bi woman who prioritizes women” that i’ve come across is “bi women who dates women primarily or exclusively (exclusively is better) and definitely is not dating a man at this exact moment in time”
  • and look:
  • if i was going to repress all attraction to all genders except for one i’d probably take the path of least resistance and “decide” to only act on my attraction to men because do you know how much easier my life would be if i “acted straight”? do you know how many people have implicitly or explicitly suggested i do so? do you know how many “gay celibate mormon” ~inspirational articles have been posted to my facebook feed since i came out? 
  • so like, if that were at all an option for me i think!!! i would’ve done it by now, i even heavily considered it at one point!!! but it feels like going back into the closet, like hiding part of yourself away so other people can ignore it. it’s incredibly damaging to my mental health, and that’s just when i’m attracted to women generally, if i actually fell for a specific woman and wanted to be with her?? it would kill me.
  • and people act like this is different because it’s coming from a different direction, it’s Radical but it’s the same thing, it’s just asking me to hide away a different part of myself because it happens to make you uncomfortable
  • its just political lesbianism by another name because bi women aren’t allowed to call themselves lesbians now but we’re still expected to act like them
  • and that’s the thing, the whole thing relies on the idea that your attraction is political, that who you date and sleep with and love is a political statement, and it’s not!! my entire life is not dictated by politics, i’m allowed to do things because i want to and not in service of The Cause. 
  • people act like asking us to “prioritize women” is so easy, like we’re boycotting men the same way we’d boycott a racist movie, instead of asking us to prioritize their politics over our own personal, intimate romantic and sexual desires
  • like i Get if you’re not attracted to men you think that that attraction is trivial (esp if you’ve experienced compulsory heteronormativity and were once convinced that you were attracted to men but realized that attraction was false) but it’s not, it’s as real and strong as my attraction to women
  • and you don’t have to understand that, you just have to respect it
  • the whole thing feels like some kind of violation, like a stranger walked into my home and demanded i started decorating differently, except it’s not my home, it’s my head and my heart but they’re so casual about it it’s like THEY think it’s my home, like an external representation of how i live my life instead of a very personal, intimate representation of my own thoughts and feelings
  • and ALSO i hate the idea that i need to “prioritize” women or men, that i need to frame my attraction in terms of social classes instead of in terms of individuals. 
  • if i date a man, and i prioritize him over random women i don’t know, i’m not prioritizing men over women, i am prioritizing a loved one over strangers???
  • similarly, if i date a woman, and i prioritize her over random men i don’t know, that’s not a political statement, that’s just…me being a human being and considering the feelings of someone i know and love over someone who has no connection to me?? oh my god
  • also what’s with the equation between prioritization and romantic relationships…the person im dating may or may not be more important to me than my platonic friends but if they are it’ll be because of my specific relationships with those people, not because romantic relationships are by default the most important relationships in any given person’s life
  • also what’s with the assumption that all bis are monogamous. if a bi woman is dating a man and a woman at the same time, what’s her status?? who is she prioritizing?? We Just Don’t Know
  • AND what about people who identify as neither a man nor a woman? what about people who identify as both? where does this leave us?
  • anyway my point is i don’t prioritize women over men OR men over women, i prioritize the people i know and love and my relationships with them over people i don’t know but happen to share a social class with. 
  • which goes back to the politicizing. you can prioritize certain groups in your activism (there’s cases where you shouldn’t, but like, it’s a thing that happens) but someone’s dating life isn’t activism and they’re not obligated to bring their activism into the bedroom. 

(tyler x reader)

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You were recently on one of marks video for a skit! And you were so so proud of being apart of it. You and the squad helped design this skit. People on twitter were only spouting positivity about it!

Amy warned you about not looking at youtube comments. That even though theres positive comments on twitter there is so much shit on youtube. But you thought maybe you would see advice or more positivity. You just wanted to know you were doing something right..

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Employee of the Month: Part 2/11

Pairing: Reader x Hwang Minhyun

Group: Wanna One (NU’EST if you squint your eyes and tilt your head a little)

Type: Probably Actually Fluff

Words: JFC HOW IS THIS EVEN LONGER THAN THE FIRST ONE (5.3K)

Warnings: Bad Words(but less than I usually have, so be proud of me)

A Brief Synopsis:

The tale of Minhyun’s not that shitty job and how it provides a platform for you to exist in his life romantically. Kind of.

(the synopses are gonna be almost completely the same for every person lol sorry)

A/N: Sorry it took longer than expected. I’m shitty at time management. 

Name: Hwang Minhyun

Age: 22

Occupation: Live-In MaidHousekeeper

  • From the outside looking in, the fact that Hwang Minhyun chose this as his profession was astounding to virtually everyone
  • Honestly he could get any job he wants
  • He’s so diligent 
  • And handsome 
  • And meets so many job qualifications 
  • But “cleaning is my passion" 
  • It was actually a problem 
  • Arguably a kink
  • Nobody should trust a bitch with that many cleaning supplies
  • 6 dusters is too many dusters for one person
  • Hell 6 dusters is too many dusters for 6 people
  • He has probably killed someone and gotten away with it
  • And that’s how he ended up as a house keeper 
  • Not because he could flawlessly get away with murder, but because he was a clean ass bitch
  • Not that I really needed to clarify that

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A Fight for an Iron Heart -Winteriron Alternative Ending

This took for FUCKING ever but I was finally able to come up with something that didn’t irritate me or sound stupid. So thank you for your patience. Watch out for the cut and please like or reblog, it literally makes my everything (day, week, night, etc.)

Link for opener/part 1 is here


It all started about three weeks after the ‘Rogue’ Avengers returned home and with all the new people trying to coexist in the compound things got…hectic. And for Tony, it became utter chaos.

Handing the CEO position over to Pepper will always be the best decision of his life. His position as head of Research and Development kept him plenty busy with projects and his portion of shares kept him in the loop with the board.

Next was the Accords that he and T’Challa were working on timeously to improve which took up a great deal of time with lawyers and the UN. Let’s not forget all the attention that Iron Man and the Avengers require. Team dynamics (read: team bonding), upgrades, training, missions, debriefing, the list went on. He was lucky he could skip on somethings. Less important board meetings, movie nights with the team, which he mostly missed because he was at a gala for the Maria Stark foundation.

So when it came to the team trying to spend time with him he really didn’t have the time to spare.

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me: 6penceee please help my dad killed my mom and I’m hiding in my closet I think he’s going to try and kill me
sixpenceee: it will be okay :) 30 dollars please

New Life In New Lives (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

“I don’t care what he said, it doesn’t mean jack squat” self conscious reader x Herc + “Sweet Hercules smut please? Where reader is a lil sad and Herc cheers her up by showing her how amazing she is *wink wink wink* you get what im saying? I love your blog. Grade A <3. ”

These were so much fun to write! Sorry I couldn’t make full on smut, the story was already so long and I couldn’t make it any longer but I hinted at it for you. If you can’t tell, I got a bit carried away. Enjoy!

A wail rang out in the halls of your once dead-silent house. Your eyelids quickly flipped open, as you began kicking off your sheets and rolling off the bed.

“What’s that, the third time so far?” Hercules grumbled, still snuggled under the sheets next to you.

“She’s just a baby, Herc. You can’t possibly blame her.” You said as you swung your legs off the bed.

Hercules placed his hand on your shoulder before you could get up.

“Relax, I’ll get her.” He said as he gently pulled you back into the bed and rolled out.

“You sure?”

He stood up, turned and smiled at you.

“Anything for you.”

You grinned as he stumbled out of the room to the nursery.

You laid down and recalled the past year or so with Hercules. You had fallen in love with him mere months before he had to be sent to war. He was your family’s tailor, sewing all of your family members garments: everything from evening ballgowns to bath robes. He had no clue who you were; he only knew you by your sizes and fabric preferences. But you knew all too well who he was.

You could recall your crush on him that had formed years ago when he began working for your family. Being the churlish young girl that you were, you would peek at him from behind the doorframe, or even go so far as to hide in the closet of fabrics and thread, all so you could stare at him as he meticulously worked on his projects. Always focused and never idle, you sometimes giggled at the sight of a very large, handsome man pouring his heart and soul into the pink, frilly dresses he made for your little sisters.

Then, one day he requested you come down for some new sizing. A gown had to be made for your debutante ball, and for whatever reason, Hercules wanted to measure you himself. You had just taken a bath, and dressed in nothing but underwear covered by a soft robe. You had never been so nervous. After two soft knocks, his door opened, and he invited you in. You remained silent as he instructed you to stand up straight and remove your robe. You quickly obliged, releasing your grip on the silk and letting it fall to your ankles. He then began to circle you, eyes bathing in every detail. He grabbed a note pad off of his desk and scribbled onto it before taking his tape measure wrap it around your waist.

“So tell me, (Y/N),” he suddenly inquired, breaking the silence. “Why have you been hiding in my fabrics closet?”

You felt your cheeks burn with a bright red blush. You had no idea that he had any clue of your hideout.

“I…. Uh….” You stammered as Hercules let the tape measure slip off of you, and prepared to measure your chest.

“Like watching me work?” He suggested as he looped the ruler around your bust.

“Yes.” You quickly replied, thankful for his guess that made you seem like less of a creep.

“Are you sure?” He had asked, looking right into your eyes with his big, brown ones and tightening the ruler around your chest.

And the rest was history. You two fell madly in love, making every possible excuse to see each other. You went so far as to deliberately tear up your own clothes so you could bring them to him to mend. He purposefully messed up his sizing, and always asked for you to come down and see him for corrections. You were intimate every change you had. From holding hands under a table or soft kisses when no one was around, to him sneaking up to your room late at night and passionately making love. Your affections were in secret, but you did not mind.

Then everything changed.

“You what?!?” You had screamed at him, eyes wide with disbelief.

“(Y/N),” he began, trying to defend himself. “I can’t be a tailor forever. I want to be an important part of history.”

“So you’re going to go out there because martyrdom is more attractive than a life with me?!”

“(Y/N), you know that’s not what I meant…”

You two argued for the remaining few weeks. Then, he left.

You had never felt so empty.

But that emptiness was filled very soon. You found out that you were pregnant.

All that followed after was a blur. You quickly wrote Hercules, frantic, upset and confused. He wrote only two words back.

“Marry me.”

Your parents, though disapproving of the marriage, still allowed you to marry Hercules. Having a daughter married to someone a few classes below the family was more honorable than having an unmarried daughter with children. Marriage papers were promptly sent to Hercules, and he signed them. The night he returned, you eloped. By that time your belly was noticeably swollen with child.

You heard the door swing open again, snapping you out of your moments of recollection.

“(Y/N), she’s hungry. And I can’t really help with that.” Hercules mumbled as he crawled back into bed, defeated. The baby continued to wail in the background.

You gathered up the strength in your tired body and pushed yourself off the bed, steadying yourself on the floor. You padded out of the room as you glanced back at your husband, collapsed back onto his side of the bed, probably already asleep. You followed the cries down the hall until you finally reached the nursery, where your little girl was red-faced and sobbing with hunger.

“Good morning, my love.” You whispered as you reached down into the crib and gently lifted her up. Her screams subsided when you rested her against you. You let your shoulder slide out of your nightgown, and lowered her to your breast, where she instantly attached to you and began suckling.

You sighed with relief as her tears quickly came to a stop, and gently kissed the top of her head as she happily nursed.

Lifting your head up again, you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror. You sighed in disappointment. You hated your new look. With the pregnancy came putting on many pounds, hips widening, stomach stretching out, thighs becoming fatter, and breasts swollen with milk. You had expected your weight to drop after you had given birth; but unfortunately it stayed.

Suddenly, your baby detached from you, content. You smiled as you kissed the top of her head once more as you swaddled her back into her blanket and placed her into her cradle. She was babbling and her feet were kicking against the wrap, full of energy and ready to play.

“Shhhh…. little one. We must sleep now.” You cooed.

She continued to wriggle on the crib mattress. You began to gently rock the crib, attempting to coax her into sleep.

Sleep my love, and peace attend thee
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.

Her eyelids fluttered as both your singing and gentle swaying pulled her back into a sleepy state.

Angels watching ever round thee,
All through the night,
In thy slumbers close surround thee,
All through the night,
They should of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee,
All through the night.

As you finished your last line, she was fast asleep, still tightly swaddled and her thumb in her mouth.

“Goodnight, my little angel,” you breathed as you turned to exit the room.

But your eye caught the mirror once more. You couldn’t help but stop and turn to face it, crest fallen. Your hands grabbed the stubborn fat surrounding your abdomen.

Disgusting.

You eyes the largeness of your hips, and your cushiony thighs that lay beneath them.

Atrocious.

You remembered the days when Hercules would make excuses to slip his hands and tape measure around your skinny, youthful, near-perfect frame. Back when your body was tight and glowing with health.

And now here you were, chubby after only a few months, throwing away your wonderful body for good. Your father hadn’t had the mixed words to say either, ever since he saw you after the pregnancy.
“Who knew Hercules would turn you into such an ugly cow of a daughter.” He laughed, crushing your spirit.
You weren’t used to this. You weren’t used to being so…so… ugly.

You stopped angrily grabbing at yourself when you heard someone approach the doorframe.

“My love, why are you still up?” Hercules asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“I was just…thinking.”

“Well come back to bed. Lay with me.” He persuaded.

“Hercules….does this, bother you?”

He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“This, new figure.” You explained as you turned back to face the mirror, hands groping your newly formed love-handles.

“Of course not.” He replied as he sauntered over to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection, pulling you into his chest.

“It’s just…so different.” You whimpered, falling back into him.

“I barely notice it.”

“Well my father sa-”

“I don’t care what he said, it doesn’t mean jack squat. Do you really think it means anything to me? Come, look over here,” Hercules said as he gently pulled you away from the mirror, and directed your attention to the cradle.

Your baby girl was asleep, her chest falling up and down lightly, still sucking at her thumb. A few strands of hair delicately rested on her forehead.

“You made her. Isn’t that astounding?” He said, eyes filled with pride.

You nodded.

“And why should I care if you’ve gained a few pounds? You’ve given me the greatest gift I could have ever received. And you’re still as intelligent, witty, and gorgeous as ever.” He continued.

You looked up at him and smiled. He could always make you feel better.

“Besides, there’s more to love now.” He claimed as his hand playfully squeezed your ass.

You squeaked and slapped him away as he chuckled.

“Not in front of the baby!” You harshly whispered.

“I was just trying to prove my point.” He shrugged, grinning.

You turned your attention back to the crib. She was absolutely wonderful. Hercules was absolutely wonderful. There was so much love in your life, why let yourself be miserable at a single comment from your father? Hercules was right. As he always was.

You felt him grab your hand, and begin to gently tug you out of the nursery, and back into the bedroom.

“I love you so much,” you sighed as you approached the bed.

He smirked.

“What, you’re not going to say it back?” You asked.

“No,” he responded grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him with a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss was followed by another, until he began making a trail down to your neck. His hands expertly began slipping your night gown off.

“I’m going to prove it to you, instead.”