i know you like my tongue

Lance: Have you ever noticed how “princess” just sort of rolls of the tongue?

Keith: What do you mean?

Lance: I don’t know. It just feels really natural to say “princess”, ya know? Like, from the first time I called Allura it, it just felt right to be saying.

Slav: That’s because in another reality you go around saving princesses all the time.

Lance: What

Keith: What

Pidge from across the room: What

Keith: That’s impossible. Lance can barely save himself, how’s he gonna save a bunch of princesses all the time?

Lance: Hey! I can easily save myself.

Slav: It’s true. Lance is a hero in another reality.

Lance: Uhm, I’m pretty sure I’m a hero in this reality, too. “Paladin of Voltron” ring a bell?

Slav: You also have a talking dog and a different name.

Lance: A talking dog? That’s a little hard to believe.

Keith: Lance… we encounter aliens every day. Why would a talking dog be hard to believe?

I would get on my knees for Tae

Hoseok | Jimin | Namjoon | Jungkook | Yoongi | Jin

Movies I learned sugar skills from

We all know Marilyn Monroe, Angelina Jolie, and Halle Berry are some of the gems we have in movies now. But I’ve watched a lot of movies that helped me gain the sugar personas I had and I want to share some of those with you all.

Girlfriend experience

This is one of the more popular movies for sex workers and it is now a tv series. I personally liked it because I was ending a relationship while I was sugaring and I did feel some of the ways Christine felt.

Another thing I loved about this movie was the documentation and research this girl did on her clients. I use to have a notebook filled with all my POTs and SDs info, status, job info, likes and dislikes, turn ons, etc. My ex stole it a while ago but lucky for me I didn’t write down searchable info, even the names were in code.

I would recommend this as the first to watch before you binge watch sex work movies like I did.

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Memoirs of a geisha

This is one of my personal favorites because I love the Asian culture when it comes to beauty. The grace, the discipline, and the routine of these woman is really what got me.

When I saw that one look method I was determined to get it to work for me. The Kama Sutra movie below also helped me achieve this. But nothing gets a man across the room faster than an enchanting look from a beautiful woman in their direction.

From this movie I was able to learn how to move more gracefully which is very attractive for men who like “exotic” women. So if you got hips sway them, if you have long legs be swift with your steps, and if your hand are flawless move them like a water bender on avatar (anime joke).

The Treacherous

This movie is very gory so if that’s not your thing don’t watch it. But it does show some intense training for courtesans (old world Asia times).

The seductiveness of these women turned me on so I knew the same methods would turn any man on too. My favorite seductive move is the removing of clothes shown in the beginning scenes where the man challenged the woman to a strip game.

Another scene that showed me a lot of gems was the actual training of the women and how they were to taught to please. I even got some old school hoe tips for my Vag in this movie.

Kama Sutra

Yes it is spelled right and yes it is about using Karma Sutra. If you want a movie example of how some Karma Sutra techniques work then look no further.

This movie showed me how equally important foreplay is for men as it is for us. It showed little snippets of how even feeding can be sensual for men. My favorite tip from the movie would have to be the eye movements of the women while they danced. Those eyes have gotten me compliments from many dance teachers because they could see sexiness in my eyes.

Just look at these eyes:

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Etiquette of a mistress

In case you haven’t noticed by now I watch a lot of Asian movies. This one in particular is informative and funny so you’ll really enjoy watching it.

If you’re a sugar that deals with a lot of married men this movie is for you. It shows you how to be properly discrete with your time together and how to deal with the cons of a married man. The best part of this movie is it shows the perspective of a veteran and a newbie, so I know my vets will enjoy this if they or helping any newbies out there.

Wolf on wall street

This is of course on here because of the famous Naomi character that we love so much. Her sharp tongue is definitely needed when you are trying to pass through all the BS talk. But another thing to pay attention to is her physical presentation of herself. Her style with her looks was like devil in a red dress but with diamonds add.

Two can play that game

This one is mostly for my brown SBs who are close to their mid 20s.

In the 2000s this movie was like the black woman’s player guide. I’ve used many of these strategies to get men back on track to what I wanted. My little black dress is still in the closet waiting for the day my fiance acts up.

One thing from that movie I don’t do is flaunt another man because doing that in this world can severe ties real quick.

A lot of people focus on Shante in this movie but I also loved watching Conny too. Mainly because I love Gabrielle Union’s acting especially in Being Mary Jane.

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Whoresglory

I didn’t learn much from this movie for my personal gain but I did learn a lot about sex work around the world. So if you’re just interested in a movie that shows you different kinds of sex workers watch this.

Breakfast at Tiffany

I love a good Audrey Hepburn movie because her white woman swag is just as awesome as Marilyn’s. She taught me how to be sweet and

youthful while also being mysterious and unavailable.

Being sweet and youthful is what kept my men feeling lucky to have me. But being mysterious and unavailable at times is what kept them on their toes and more willing do what was needed to “secure” me.

Originally posted by be-holder-com

Show Girls

I’m starting to think I should’ve tried stripping because sexy dancing is one of my favorite things to do. Expressing with my body is like art to me but I was probably right not to strip, I would get addicted.

This movie however made me more glamorous and aggressive when it came to my sexy looks. I never got a chance to see real show girls in Vegas but I’m pretty sure I would be in awe by them. I’ve never been a glamorous person but after this movie I started adding a little shimmer and glitter to my style.

Chicago

Again with the dancing lol, I’m sorry ladies but these women, even with out the dancing were phenomenal. The He Made Me Do It song was an all time favorite for me.

But as far as lessons I started to see how competitive women could be when it comes to money and credibility/fame.

I learned on movies like this how to out smart them when it comes to whales.There have been many new girls who tried taking my main SD away from me but they couldn’t get to my relationship quality. Even when girls did get some dates from other SDs of mine they didn’t last long. So please remember ladies quality and good relationships always wins when it comes to real SDs.

Josephine Baker Biography

My girl next door persona has always got me the most money. So when I saw this biography I started mastering it. Her happy demeanor and tiny voice was so close to mine it wasn’t hard to practice.

What made me the happiest, was that even though she was sweet, innocent, and goofy she was also sensual. She knew how to express her sexuality without taking away from her innocence.

The end of the movie was sad and showed a lot of her flaws but she was still iconic.

Originally posted by barbara-stanwyck

Confessions of a Brazilian Call Girl

I can’t remember if this is based on a true story are not but it’s amazing. Especially with the online social platforms we have now, this movie has been very useful. This woman on here became a high class call girl based on online status alone.

She was also another person I looked to for glam sexuality and showed many women that even average women can dominate the sex world. There were bad parts like her cockiness and drug use but if she would’ve stayed in her grind she would’ve still been raking in millions. One thing this movie can show you (on the bad side) is that you should never try to “Keep up with the Jones” even in the sex world because it’s never greener on the other side.

Call Me: The Rise and fall of Hiede Fliess

If you don’t know Hiede Fliess, look her up now. She’s the greatest when it comes to call girls. The tactics she used to get where she was is amazing. She really knew how to keep connections with her clients and how to get other girls money.

I don’t know what she does now but I do respect the contributions she’s made to the sex work industry. If you’re in LA or Hollywood you should really watch this movie.

Some notable tv women I watch

Joseline Hernandez

She’s so unapologetic about who she is and will get money by any means necessary. Her and Cardi B are like alter egos I wish I had sometimes.

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Cardi B

She is one of the realest woman I’ve seen on TV and she used what she had to get her fame. Now that she got it she is doing here to the max and I’m happy for her.

Nene Lakes

I can see myself being like Nene when I get older and wealthier. She is a star in many forms and doesn’t let these women or her man interfere with her money. She went from housewife to breadwinner even outside of the show.

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Whitley Gilbert

I get all my bougie ways from Ms. Whitley lol. Really she was a good representation of a high class but down to earth black woman for me. She started out a little too much for me but after some seasons she grew on me. I’m always a sucker for tiny voiced women because mines is tiny too (Not as annoying as hers).

Tasha Patrick

Now I’m going to be honest I just started watching power but I love this women’s attitude. She’s sexy, ride or die, and also strategically vengeful. I might update this after I finish the show but for now that’s all I have to say.

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

Phaedra Parks

This woman beats me in being bougie and extra. I’ve never seen anyone who goes all out like she does. When I was in college I always wanted to be a like southern belle with curves so when this show came on I was tuned in. If you ever wanted to see an example of a curvy southern belle that can still get a little ghetto, Here she is.



This list is just a few of the many women I’ve watched to perfect my personas.

Now, when I switch my persona it’s not to completely change who I am but helps me adapt to different environments.


For example: If my SD likes to watch football games from his box then I’m not going to go into my prim and proper mode, I’m going to bring out girl next door me.


Depending on what your daddy likes you’re going to be put in different types of atmosphere and if you’re black than your going to need to adapt. The way to more opportunities is by building your credibility which is usually based on how much people like you. You re like an undercover celebrity lol.

Now if you don’t want to change that’s fine but that’s what’s work for me.

I change up like a Johnny Depp Movie role

Originally posted by yourlifeisinsanity

Hope this all was helpful to you ladies.

Much Love T

Eddie: Richie kissed me.


Ben: Ohmygodohmygod.


Bev: Ok, all right. We want to hear everything. Ben, get the ice cream. Eddie, does this end well or do we need to get tissues?


Eddie: Oh, it ended very well.


Ben: *getting the ice cream* Do not start without me. Do not start without me.


Bev: Ok, all right, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?


Eddie: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh god, and then we just sort of sunk into it.


Bev: Ok, so, were you holding him? Or were his hands like on you?


Eddie: No, actually first they started on my waist. And then, they slid up, and then, they were on my shoulders.


Ben and Bev: Ohhhhh.


[In the next room Richie eating while Stan swirls a cup]


Richie: And, uh, and then I kissed him.


Stan: Tongue?


Richie: Yeah.


Stan: Cool.

pinky swear

“So you’ll let a complete stranger touch you and not your best friend?”

Summary: Yoongi and you were inseparable friends. Since your childhood you’ve played this game together in which you had to be completely honest when your pinkies were linked. Until one night, the game went too far…

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smutty SMUT. | Warnings: A lot of tongue technology.

A/N: So this is my official first smut. As an American Horror Story fan you should know that the pinky game is based on Kai’s game in Cult. Of course, without the creepy sh*t. So I hope you like it, I’ll get better I promise, pinky promise.
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“Pinky to pinky. Naked truth, brutal honesty. If you lie, I’ll know.”

You both knew the rules: once your pinkies touched you had to answer each other’s question with nothing but the truth. It started as a game you had heard from a girl from your school, and now your best friend and you were hidden under the blankets with a flashlight as the only source of light - and your pinky fingers linked.

Your faces remained expressionless waiting for one of the two to make the first move.

“Are you going to leave with your dad?” you finally asked, your voice cracking as the tears wanted to fall from your eyes.

“I told you, Y/N! I’m not leaving you!” Yoongi raised his other hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was located. “I promise.”

“You can’t lie with your pinky.”

“I know.” He smiled, causing his eyes to almost disappear, “I’ll stay and we’ll be friends forever.”

There was a knock on your bedroom’s door and then your mother’s voice could be heard from the other side, “Time to sleep, kids!”


He kept his promise and stayed after his parents divorced. You were eighteen now, and he was still your best friend, the person that knew you since your childhood.

However, nothing stayed exactly the same.

When his parents divorced, Min Yoongi changed. The cute eight-year-old boy was long gone, and now was known as a fuckboy and the kind of guy other guys did not want to mess around. That was useful for you though, people knew you were his best friend and that kept bullies away from your smart ass.

You watched him sleep from your seat in class, he was wearing his usual black hoodie but you could still see a glimpse of his minty hair under the cloth. That was part of his routine, he slept in class and then you helped him study later.

The bell rang and you shook his shoulder with your hand. He turned his head to a side and looked at you just with one barely open eye, “Hey.”

“Will you ever stay awake in class?” You grabbed his bag and handed it to him. He yawned and took it, standing up and offering you a hand to do the same.

“Who cares. I have you to teach me better.”

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BTS / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: Heyyy,,,so I just finished reading your exo’s arranged marriage and how yn starts to slowly have feelings for them and I was wondering if u could do one for bts too….I mean if you’re fine with it tho!! But if u do, thank you in advanced💖

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! ❤️

i’m also completely drained of ideas for this specific au thank god it’s the third of the three groups i write about shskdfj

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7


Jin

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

Despite being a notorious member of the Mafia, your husband was always fair when it came to his favorite past-time activity – playing poker.

Ever since you were given away to him, you hated poker. Not necessarily because he played it, but because it brought all kinds of people to your house. It was already hard to get used to being a part of a Mafia family, and now you had to meet all of these other dangerous looking men and women.

You had admitted to Jin that you hated poker one time, and expected him to kick you out of the house immediately, but instead of that, he just watched you for a moment.

“Come watch me play,” he told you then. “I’m sure you’ll be impressed.”

“It’s not even about the game,” you said. “It’s just that there’s constantly some people hanging out here.”

“And you want to be alone with me, right?”

Blushing furiously, you turned away from him. “That’s not what I meant.”

Jin laughed at your reaction, but then he placed a hand on your shoulder to get you to turn back around. You did.

“Look, just come,” he said once your eyes met. “I’ll introduce you to everyone and if you still hate them, I’ll tell them to leave right away.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, tell them that this random girl doesn’t like them. That’ll get them to leave.”

“You’re not a random girl,” Jin said matter-of-factly. “You’re my wife.”

You wanted to tell him that it didn’t feel like it but chose to only have one argument at a time. Sighing, you nodded and the next time Jin’s poker buddies came (so, thirty minutes after you had this conversation with him), he took you with him to the basement, where they always played.

Surprisingly, as Jin walked around the table introducing you to everyone, you realized that these people only seemed rude and dangerous. Now they actually looked warm and friendly, as all of them smiled and waved at you.

“It’s sad to make you lose while your young wife’s watching,” a man, sitting adjacent to Jin, said.

“Oh, we’ll see who loses,” Jin replied with a small smirk.

You sat by his side the entire game. Sadly, you didn’t know much about poker and you were starting to get really bored but then Jin placed his hand on your knee, making you jump up slightly.

He leaned in to you to whisper something in your ear. “We’re winning.”

You gave him an excited smile and he went back to the game, retrieving his hand from your leg, forcing you to suddenly feel colder due to the lack of his warmth.

The game ended less than twenty minutes later. The man who had previously warned Jin about losing was the first one to stand up from the poker table.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “I know you’re good, Jin, I do. But you were incredible tonight. It almost feels like you’re cheating.”

Jin smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist before replying. “She’s my lucky charm.”

He has never been this affectionate before. Or maybe you just haven’t hung out with him enough for his affectionate side to come out. You definitely regretted that it took you this long to get here, sitting by the poker table, with proud smiles on your faces, while Jin’s poker friends slowly got up from the table to leave, muttering about how they would never play with him again.

You were bored the entire game, but you were certain you’d endure it again and again if you got him look at you with that look in his eyes.


Suga

Originally posted by yngissi

You and Yoongi had an understanding. He knew that you didn’t want to get married to him and he accepted that. Why wouldn’t he? You were basically forced to marry him and leave your family behind.

However, he wanted to help you get used to this new life because frankly, there was no way out now that you were his actual wife. Those were the rules, at least in his family’s household: you either stayed married or you died.

You didn’t want to die and Yoongi didn’t want you to die, either. He may have seemed like a ruthless gangster to others, but when he came home, he tried to do everything he could to make this life easier for you.

One morning, you woke up to find a small velvet box on your bedside table. Confused, you reached a hand to open it and nearly dropped it in shock once you saw what was inside.

A huge diamond ring, reflecting the dim lighting of your bedroom, was placed in the box. A small note was attached to it, and carefully, worried that you’ll break the ring if you touched it, you picked the note up.

           “We never actually got to get engaged. So, I’m proposing to you even though we’re already married. Will you marry me? :) x, Yoongi.”

You knew Yoongi well enough to know that he didn’t joke like that. He actually wanted you to have this ring. And there was no way you could have accepted it. It looked like it cost almost as much as this house.

So, you got out of bed, grabbed your robe and the ring, and headed to the shooting range where Yoongi usually was in the mornings.

“What is this?” you called out over the sound of shotguns, once you saw your husband.

He placed the safety lock on his gun before turning around to look at your expectant face.

“It’s a ring,” he said matter-of-factly and then quickly got concerned. “You don’t like it?”

“What? No, I love it,” you said. “But that’s not the point. I can’t accept this.”

“Of course, you can,” Yoongi placed the gun down and walked towards you. “I got it for you because I wanted you to know that you’re wanted. You’re not just an item that your parents gave away. You’re a human being. And you’re my wife.”

You had opened your mouth to argue further but his last sentence stole every possible argument from you. What could you have replied to that?

Your answer to his statement was in the form of an unexpected hug that almost knocked Yoongi down on the floor.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you felt him hug you back. “Thank you for making it feel like home in the furthest place from home I can imagine.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by aesthetic-kpop-memes

Hoseok didn’t know you were in this restaurant. No one did, because you stopped by the door as soon as you entered since you saw your husband, albeit not a truly real one, sitting at a table with a girl you’ve never seen before.

“I’m sorry,” you heard Hoseok say to the girl. “But I’m married.”

That’s right, you thought, already feeling irrationally jealous, although you and him barely interacted when both of you were home.

“Yeah, I know,” the girl said, giggling. “My parents are arranging a marriage for me, too. But how real is an arranged marriage anyway? Who’s to say it’s not just a pretext to gain more power?”

You saw the girl extend her hand over the table and place it over Hoseok’s. You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t gasp and attract everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok repeated  and pulled his hand from under the girl’s. “But it’s very real.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” the girl leaned back in her chair and although you couldn’t see her face, you just knew she rolled her eyes. “No one ever stays faithful in an arranged marriage. There’s no point!”

“There is a point for me,” Hoseok said, standing up from his seat. “I’m planning to stay faithful to my wife because that is the whole point of a marriage. And it doesn’t matter that this marriage was not by choice. I truly wish you well, and hopefully, you change your attitude about this.”

He was about to walk away, but the girl grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Hoseok, wait—”

“Please let go of me,” he said. “Before my wife kills you.”

Cold ran through your body.

The girl let Hoseok go. “She’s here?”

Suddenly, you felt Hoseok’s gaze drift to you. How could he know that you’re here?!

“She’s always with me,” he told the girl, walking away from her and towards you.

You froze in the same spot as you watched him approach you, dreading the scolding you were about to receive. But Hoseok just stopped in front of you, extending his hand for you to take.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

Somehow managing to break through the fear, you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the restaurant. Right before you left, you turned around to look at the girl who was talking to Hoseok before. She was watching the two of you leave with wide eyes and jealousy so prominent that it was probably visible from Mars.

And although many times before you thought that being married to Hoseok was one of the worst things that could have happened to you, today you were proven otherwise.

You didn’t even know where this jealousy came from but you knew it was going to stay, although Hoseok just proved to you that you had nothing to be jealous of. He wasn’t even considering being unfaithful to you.


RM

Originally posted by hoe4bts

Ever since the wedding day, you’ve been very awkward around Namjoon. You did want to get to know him – he was your husband, after all – but he always looked really annoyed and frustrated with you, so you didn’t dare to strike up a conversation with him.

However, soon you got tired of answering your friends questions about your marriage by saying, “I don’t actually know what kind of person my husband is.” And that is why, gathering every ounce of courage you had, you dared to enter his bedroom.

“Namjoon?” you said as a way to announce yourself. “Can we talk?”

Namjoon looked away from his laptop to look at you. “About what?”

“I have a question I’ve wanted to ask you,” you said and then took a deep breath. “Do you want a divorce?”

Namjoon blinked his eyes, looking at you as if you’ve just spoken a foreign language.

“No..? Should I..?” he said, feeling too awkward and confused to form proper sentences.

“I don’t know. I just mean, like, we don’t even know each other,” you continued. “And I’m getting this vibe from you that you don’t particularly like me very much. Maybe even hate me.”

Hate you?” Namjoon stood  up from his chair. “Why do you think I hate you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked with an awkward laugh. “You look at me like I’m the enemy of the nation, or something.”

Namjoon was going to reply something but then he changed his mind and looked down, thinking about something.

“I didn’t realize that,” he finally said. “It’s probably because I’m just a little uncomfortable. Obviously, I want to get to know you – very much, in fact. But I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I didn’t want you to think I was lame by getting all excited about the prospect of actually… knowing my wife.”

You smiled at this. “You have every right to get excited about that.”

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling back. “I’m sorry I made it seem like I want to divorce you. Honestly, that’s the last thing I want.”

“Oh, that makes me feel better,” you said, exhaling in relief and making him laugh.

“Do you want to hang out tonight?” Namjoon asked then. “I don’t have to do any work, so I’m all free to finally get to know the person I’m spending the rest of my life with.”

For some reason, the term “for the rest of my life” made your heart beat faster.

You nodded, with a wide smile. “I’d love to do that.”


Jimin

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Being the wife of the heir of a Mafia family meant you had a lot of things normal people couldn’t even dream of. Normal marriage was not among these things, since you only saw your husband during mandatory family meetings or sometimes when you passed him in the hallway.

Another thing that wasn’t included in this job description was the guarantee that you’d get to do everything you wanted to do.

You couldn’t go out as much as you wanted to, and even the places that you could go to were limited. Which is why when you found out that your favorite band was coming to your city, you wanted to rip your hair out because you couldn’t go. Concerts were in a list of forbidden activities.

But you just couldn’t understand what the problem was. You knew a way to sneak your gun into the venue and you could have defended yourself if you had to. Hell, you could have defended at least five more people.

Your husband Jimin knew you were upset about that, how could he not? You complained about this for at least a million times. And Jimin felt guilty. He knew that the reason why you couldn’t go to this concert was because of his family. Your family had no such rules and if you hadn’t married Jimin, you wouldn’t have missed the event of a lifetime.

On the night of the concert, you had locked yourself inside of your room, refusing to open the door to anyone. You had warned them that you’d be mourning so they should have known that you weren’t going to open the door to anyone. And yet, someone kept knocking on your door. But since you ignored them, they seemed to go away.

And then, in the midst of suffocating silence that you spent regretting your existence, you heard your window start to open. Your second-floor window.

Jumping from your bed, you watched in horror as a blond head slowly appeared inside of your room.

“Jimin?!” you gasped at the sight of your husband. “What the hell are you doing outside of my window?”

“Well, you wouldn’t open your door,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if this was the most usual thing he’s ever done.

“Yes, and for a reason!” you said. “Well, come inside before you fall off the—”

“No, come here,” he shook his head and sat down on your windowsill. “I’m sneaking you out.”

“What?” you asked, still more confused than ever. “Where?”

“To the concert,” Jimin said, groaning. “Come on. Your windowsill is hurting me. Let’s go.”

“We can’t, Jimin, your family—”

“That’s why we’re sneaking out,” he said, extending his hand. “I know you want to see this band perform live and I’m your husband. I want to make all of your wishes come true. So, come, we’re going to be late.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you grabbed his hand and allowed him to help you climb out the window and down the ledge until you reached the floor safely and without being caught.

And you didn’t know if this was the adrenaline or the excitement of finally getting to see your favorite band, or maybe it was something else entirely, but you were sure no one has ever done so much for you before, and you couldn’t help but feel so much affection for this blond boy, making your dream come true, despite knowing very well that this will get him in a lot of trouble.


V

Originally posted by kimdaily

The last thing your mother said before she gave you away to Taehyung was to give him his freedom.

“It’s the most important thing in an arranged marriage,” she told you. “Let him date other women. Let him do what he wants to do. At the end of the day, he’s still your husband. This is the key to having a successful marriage.”

“But what about love?” you had asked her.

She laughed at your naïve voice. “Love isn’t real, sweetheart.”

Somehow, you thought her advice was probably the most insane thing you’ve ever heard but could you argue with her? She has seen more arranged marriages in her life than you have. Actually, she was in one with your father. She had to know better, right?

And Taehyung didn’t particularly mind it. He loved socializing and meeting new people. He wasn’t as good on the field with a gun, but he was fantastic at making new connections, and he was always organizing meetings with potential clients. You thought some of these “clients” had to be girls that he was seeing in secret. You told him you didn’t care if he went on dates with other girls, and Taehyung was a little surprised at first.

He thought he’d test the waters, and set out for a date a few nights after you gave him the green light to date whoever he wanted to date.

You felt a lot of different emotions after he left. The most prominent of which was the sad realization that you didn’t like the fact that he was on a date with a different woman. Sure, you didn’t choose to get married, but it still didn’t feel right.

About twenty minutes after Taehyung left, you heard the door of your house open. Confused, you left your bedroom and walked right into Taehyung in the hallway.

“What are you—”

Before you could even express your confusion, he wrapped his arms around you, knocking all breath out of you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Once he relieved his grip on you, you managed to finally find your voice. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t like this,” he said, pulling away from you, to look you in the eyes. “I don’t like that we’re not exclusive. We’re married, for the love of God! I couldn’t even enter the restaurant. I don’t know what I expected. I can’t date other women. I’m married!”

“Taehyung, I told you it was okay—”

“It is not okay,” he shook his head, not even letting you finish. “It is the furthest thing from okay and I don’t care what you say. I’m never dating anyone else. Why would I? I have you. You’re my wife.”

“But—”

“Please don’t say anything else,” Taehyung said. “I think I need to take a shower to wash this guilt off. God, I can’t believe I even considered to go on a date with someone else. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.”

You watched him walk away from you to enter the closest bathroom, while you tried to recover from this shock. Taehyung refused to even consider going on a date with anyone else because of you. Because you were his wife.

Your mother was wrong, after all. Love was real. And it was right around the corner.


Jungkook

Originally posted by nochuie

You hated the idea of getting married because your parents told you to. You knew your sister was in an arranged marriage but you were still naively hoping you wouldn’t have to suffer the same destiny. You even had a boyfriend that your parents were slowly warming up to, so you had hoped he’d be the one for you.

Until one day your parents brought Jungkook to your house to introduce him to you.

“This is the man you’ll marry, Y/n,” your father said, shattering your entire world into pieces.

You were forced to break up with your boyfriend to marry this complete stranger. To say you hated him was an understatement.

Jungkook knew this. You told him this right after your wedding, and even though you knew it wasn’t his fault you two had to get married, you still hated him nevertheless.

One night, about a month after the wedding, you were sulking in your bed – as you did every night – looking at old pictures of you and your now ex-boyfriend. Just as you entered his Facebook page, however, you froze.

His profile picture was of him kissing another girl.

You thought you were seeing things as you looked at the picture. Then, you checked who the girl was and found out from her Facebook that she started dating him a few weeks after you got married to Jungkook.

You couldn’t believe this as you angrily slammed your laptop shut and tried to distract yourself by thinking about something else to keep the tears from coming.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard the door of your bedroom open.

“Y/n?” Jungkook’s careful voice sounded. “Is everything okay?”

You covered your face with your hands, not replying to his question and hoping he would just go away and leave you alone.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Jungkook asked, staying in the room. Not only that, but he also sat down on your bed next to you.

Taking a deep breath, you chose to give him the satisfaction of seeing you at your lowest.

“My ex-boyfriend is in a new relationship,” you told him. “He seemed to move on in just two weeks while I spent all of this time missing him.”

Jungkook was not satisfied. In fact, his face twisted in anger.

“What a piece of shit,” he said. “Do you want me to kill him?”

You almost laughed. “Yeah, like you could do that.”

“Of course I could,” Jungkook said in a serious tone. “You’re my wife. I could do anything for you. Besides, I am in the Mafia and he’s just a low-life.”

You looked at Jungkook again. His eyes looked genuine and you were surprised to feel somehow drawn in to him.

“I just don’t understand it,” you said, sighing. “He told me he loved me. Hell, he proved that many times. Or so I thought…”

“Please don’t start doubting your relationship now,” Jungkook told you. “He could have really loved you. Maybe he still does.”

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be kissing some other girl if he still had feelings for me.”

“People choose interesting ways to move on,” he said. “And he seems like the type of guy to find a rebound girl to get over his ex. He’s the perfect definition of an asshole. I think you really dodged a bullet by marrying me instead.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this.

When you turned your head, you saw a smile on Jungkook’s face, too. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug or comfort you in a more intimate way than just with his words, but he didn’t dare. Looking down, you leaned into him and placed your head on his shoulder, showing him that it was okay to touch you. After you heard him breathe in sharply, he placed a hand on your waist, finally finding the courage to pull you closer to him.

You stayed like that for so long that you lost track of time and your neck hurt from holding it on his shoulder for so long. But it felt too good to move. It felt right. It felt like this was where you were supposed to be.

Moved On

(Gif credit: allywantstofly)

Summary: After being rejected by her childhood crush, Steve Harrington, the reader looks for comfort in Billy Hargrove. 

It had been two months since Nancy and Steve broke up. And only a month since he stopped coming over to my house a couple times a week sobbing about her. Nancy… it was a shitty breakup. She led him on, told him she loved him, and then cheated on him. He was busted up, he was arranging his future around staying with her.

I always had feelings for Steve. The two of us grew up together, he was the neighbor across the street from me. He was my first kiss… when we were six years old. He lost his favorite tonka truck and when I found it for him, he planted a big ol’ kiss right on my lips.

We were attached at the hip throughout middle school, always doing our homework together, going to each other’s games and recitals. He and Nancy broke up, and I determined it was time to make my move.

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CLYDE: So, as you may know, I kinda didn’t post much about the sleep over last night.

CLYDE: It got kinda crazy. But then not as crazy and we got like pizza and stuff and it was awesome.

CLYDE: But, the part that was crazy was all really, really crazy.

CLYDE: So basically, everybody agreed to prank Craig cause it was a fucking hilarious idea and everybody knew it. So Jimmy, Timmy, and I urged him downstairs while Tweek and Token were gonna help scare him downstairs.

CLYDE: When we all got down there, we all had spooky ghost costumes on and he at least blinked a little bit so I call that an accomplishment.

CLYDE: But then????? Like??? Tweek wasn’t there for some reason????????

CLYDE: And everybody was confused?????????????? Especially me??????????????????????????????????????????????????

CLYDE: And so we went looking for him and…

CLYDE: Craig, I guess, found him. But…

CRAIG: Oh Tweek, are you in this closet that nobody has bothered to look in yet?

CRAIG: If you are, don’t say anything and I’ll open it up and find you, hiding inside.

CRAIG: OH MY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT. TWEEK’S RIGHT IN HERE, IN THIS CLOSET. TWEEK, WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN–

CRAIG: whoa–

CLYDE: :O

TOKEN: :O

CLYDE:

CLYDE: Should.

CLYDE: Should we open it–

CRAIG: Ah! Oh no!

CRAIG: I’ve been brutally murdered by my beloved boyfriend, Tweek.

CRAIG: Why, Tweek?

CRAIG: What have I done to deserve this?

CRAIG: I’m dead now, covered in blood.

CRAIG: blehgfhfgfh

CLYDE: Wh

CLYDE: What the.

TOKEN: Is he… actually dead?

CLYDE: I don’t know…

CLYDE: He’s got his tongue out and his eyes closed, he’s gotta be!

TOKEN: Oh my god– Tweek?!

TWEEK: Oh– oH GOd oh GOD OH GOD–

TWEEK: WHAT DID I DO?!

TOKEN: How is there so much blood!

TWEEK: CRAIG, I’M SO SORRY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME!

TWEEK: OH J-JESUS CHRIST…

CLYDE: DUDE YOU’RE GONNA GO TO HECKIN JAIL YOU DON’T JUST KILL YOUR OWN BOYFRI hey wait is that ketchup?

TOKEN: …It does kinda smell like tomatoes in here, dude.

CLYDE: Yeah I thought blood smelled more like… like pennies or something?

TOKEN: Yeah, ‘cause blood has iron.

CLYDE: Bro you’re so smart.

CRAIG: You know, I’m supposed to be dead here. I’d hate to see you guys at my funeral if this is how you’d act.

CLYDE: Tch… TCH…

CLYDE: Turns out they just pulled a prank on US.

CLYDE: Tweek knew that WE were gonna pull a prank on CRAIG, but him and Craig already planned to prank all of us!

CLYDE: It didn’t even work on Jimmy and Timmy because they couldn’t get up the stairs!

CLYDE: And before any of you ask, I was so totally not scared by it.

CLYDE: I basically unshat myself. There was shit ALREADY in my pants, and it went up into my ass because I was just that not scared.

CLYDE:

CLYDE: Anyways, none of us saw that coming, so I guess that was funny.

anonymous asked:

Idea: Adrien gets his wisdom teeth out and when he's high af on pain meds he facetimes Marinette and let's it slip he's Chat Noir while he's going on about how amazing Mari and Ladybug are

Incoming Facetime From: ❤️Adrien❤️

At least, that’s what the phone said. Marinette looked up at Tikki, confused, but the Kwami could only shrug.

”I thought he was getting the homework from Nino,” Marinette said. “Why would he be calling me?”

“Are you going to answer it?” Tikki asked.

“I… I don’t know?” Marinette said. “Maybe he found out about my crush, or maybe—“

Tikki zipped down to the phone, tapping the “accept call” button, then disappearing beneath Marinette’s desk.

”Augh!” Marinette dropped her phone, tried to catch it, and smacked her head against her desk as it slipped through her fingers and landed, face-down, on her floor.

”…Hello? Princess?”

Marinette’s fingers scrabbled for her phone. “Hi it’s not a bad time at all sorry I dropped my phone are you okay did I hurt your face?”

“Is that why my teeth hurt so much?”

Marinette blinked, finally turning her phone around to face the boy she had a crush on. “Wait, no,” she said. “You had wisdom teeth surgery today.”

”Izzat why I can’t feel my face?” he said. He was lying facedown on his bed, his feet up by the headboard, dressed in silk pajamas. His hair was a mess, one that seemed almost familiar somehow.

”I, uh, yes?”

”Oh.”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Adrien’s gaze blank and glassy, Marinette’s panicked and searching, before she finally broke the silence. “Did you… get the homework?”

Adrien flopped his hand. “Pshh,” he said. “Superheroes don’t have homework.” He stopped, stuck out his tongue, and tapped his nose. “Cept patrol. But that’s more cause I like it.”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Adrien?”

”What? No, I’m not… Shhh.” He put a finger to his lips. “You aren’t supposed to tell anyone.”

”Don’t tell anyone what?”

”My secret identity,” he said. “Ladybug said no one was supposed to know.”

Ladybug said…? What was he TALKING about?

”She’s so pretty,” Adrien mumbled, wiggling happily against his bedsheets. “Pretty like you, Princess. You’re so pretty.” He tapped his finger against the screen. “So many freckles. How many freckles?”

Had he just called her pretty? She forced down her instinctive need to panic—he was delirious, probably didn’t even know what he was saying. “Adrien, are you okay?”

”Who’s Adrien? I’m Chat Noir,” he said, rolling his head. “Your eyes are so blue…”

Marinette shook her head. “You’re not Chat Noir,” she said. “That’s… that’s not possible.”

”Sure it is, Princess!” he chirped. “I brought you that leaf, remember? Did you like it?”

Marinette gasped. She hadn’t told anyone about that—Chat Noir had dropped by her house a week ago, carrying a leaf in his mouth and presenting it to her like a cat with a freshly dead mouse. He’d seemed so proud of it at the time…

”You’re… you’re Chat Noir!” she stammered. “You’re…”

”That’s what I’ve been saying,” he responded. “It’s your Kitty, Princess.” He scowled. “Why does my face hurt?”

”You got… wisdom tooth… surgery…” Marinette’s kind was racing. Chat had canceled patrol tonight. He NEVER did that.

There was a sound from somewhere offscreen, causing Adrien to jump. “Whoops, sorry, Princess,” Adrien said. “Nathalie’s coming. Gotta go.”

The screen went blank, leaving a very confused Marinette alone with her thoughts and a thoroughly flabbergasted Kwami.

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I think this might end up being the first chapter of a longer work, so thanks for the inspiration! (As if I didn’t have enough fics going on, bleh…)

I hope you enjoyed!

Loki Imagine - Kneel

This takes place during Odin’s sleep when Loki was king. Warning: Smut!

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Your P.O.V.

Something was going on here on Asgard. A bad feeling had taken place in me and I felt nervous without a reason. So I walked around the streets, eyeing everyone who walked past me. The people didn’t seem suspicious. Yes, some of them were a little tense but I wasn’t sure why. 

After walking around until it was dark, I was stopped by two royal guards. I saw the bright yellow of their capes and it caught my attention. ‘’King Loki needs to speak with you’’ One of them informed me which had surprised me. Not because Loki wanted to see me, we were great friends. I was surprised as they called him a king.

Out of shock I had been silent. Had Odin died? Was that the reason for my bad gut feeling?

I let the guards take me to the golden palace. As we walked there, I felt the knot in my stomach growing tighter. For the first time in a while, I was nervous to meet Loki. Was he alright? What the hell was happening behind the closed doors?

The throne room was only lit by flames as I finally made my way there. The guards stopped by their spots, allowing me to walk further inside by myself. I was a familiar face here, since both Thor and Loki had been my friends as we grew up. I had slowly become more attached to Loki and the last few times we’ve met, it had gotten quite heated, if that’s what you could describe it as.

I reached the throne, shocked as I saw absolutely no guards. My eyes directed at Loki who sat on the throne. My eyes widened by the sight. He was wearing his black and green suit, his golden head piece and he held a golden spear. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look good up there.

‘‘I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N’‘ Loki broke the silence between us. He had a mischievous smile on his beautifully sculptured face. The way he spoke made my heart skip a beat. ‘‘King Loki’‘ I breathed out, enjoying the taste of the words in my mouth. Loki’s smile faded and suddenly he leaned against his big hand, looking at me very intensely. The dark look in his pretty emerald eyes sent shivers down my spine. 

‘‘Come closer’‘ He encouraged me and glanced at the steps on the throne. I licked my lips, suddenly finding them dry. Then I did as told, walking towards him slowly, taking cautious steps and looking at his face. He never told me to stop and I found myself almost right in front of me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but I liked it. He made me feel like I was on an adventure by just looking in my direction. He filled my veins with adrenaline, giving me a pleasant rush.

‘‘Kneel’‘ Loki demanded sharply, making my knees weak. I never broke eye contact as I lowered myself in front of him, kneeling for my king. He seemed pleased as I obeyed him so well. Loki loved that about us. We had discovered new sides of each other lately as our friendship had developed to this intense relationship. I had learned that he was dominating and I was surprised as I realized how submissive I was. It was a perfect combo.

‘‘You’re such a good girl, Y/N’‘ He purred happily and touched my hair with his hand, almost like he was petting me. Judging by the smug look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. My underwear was most definitely getting soaked and I felt a familiar heat between my legs.

‘’Is there anything I could do for you, your majesty?’‘ I asked him with an innocent look on my face, teasing him on purpose. I looked at his face, nearly overwhelmed by his beauty. The flames in the room illuminated his features with an orange and golden glow. Loki looked absolutely majestic as he sat on Asgard’s throne.

His gentle touch turned rough as he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. I put my hands on his knees so I wouldn’t lose my balance and it seemed like it was his plan as well. ‘’You have ignored me for the past few days, why?’’ Loki wanted to know, never letting go of me. His gorgeous eyes were locked with mine and I felt like I had to tell him the truth, like his look hypnotized me.

‘‘Oh’‘ My lips curved into a smirk. ‘‘I’m sorry, I’ve been busy’‘ I revealed as little as possible. Loki narrowed his eyes and hummed deeply, probably not believing me. I nearly gulped as he examined me so closely and it didn’t help the situation between my legs at all. He made me crave for his touch just like a fish needed water. 

‘‘Naughty girl, you’re lying’‘ Loki noticed, which was good. Partly, I wanted to be caught. He seemed darker than usual, like he had anger inside of him and he hadn’t gotten anything good to think about in a while. I batted my eyelashes at him innocently, hoping he’d take this situation further.

‘‘If your mouth can’t be honest, I’ll better put it into good use’‘ He got an idea that made my body tingle from excitement. He had total control over me but I fucking loved it. He knew me so well and I knew him which made everything even better. ‘‘Are you sure? Someone can walk in’‘ I whispered and looked around the gigantic area. No one was to be seen.

‘‘Let them’‘ Loki replied sternly and then grabbed my hand, placing it on his hard crotch. My eyes widened as I felt how damn hard he was, almost like he could barely contain himself anymore. Imperceptibly, I bit my lower lip. His dick was pulsing and I felt it through the material of his clothes. ‘‘Poor thing’‘ I teased and gave him a light, playful squeeze.

Loki took a deep breath and grabbed my hair tightly. ‘’No teasing’’ He growled deeply, almost like he got even hornier. I was more than happy to help the king out. So I pushed his robe aside so I could get better access to him. I began to pull down his black pants and Loki helped me by shifting slightly. I pulled down the luxurious fabrics until I could free his hard member.

I almost cursed as I saw his dick right in front of my face. Loki had a really long dick with the perfect thickness. His tip was rosy red and there was pre-cum there, making me eager immediately. ‘’Open up’’ Loki demanded, snapping me out of my thoughts. My mouth was watering by now and I was more than happy to part my lips for him.

Loki led my face closer to him and I took the tip of his member into my mouth, slowly giving him a lick to collect the pre-cum. It tasted salty and bitter in my mouth. My hand grabbed his shaft and I took more of him inside, deciding to be a tease and take things slowly. I watched as his facial expressions changed from the stern one to a more joyful look. He inhaled a sharp breath as I circled my tongue around him, knowing exactly what he liked.

‘‘God, you are so pretty down there, my queen’‘ He rasped almost quietly but it encouraged me to make him feel good. I bobbed my head a few times so I could tease his sensitive tip but soon I wanted to go further. I pushed my head even closer to him and hollowed my cheeks, causing Loki to grunt out in pleasure. It was like music to my ears.

Loki pushed himself inside me, hitting the back of my throat each time. I breathed through my nose because my mouth was absolutely full by his enormous length. It was quite obvious he was a God like creature. He was beyond perfect.

I made sure to hollow my cheeks as he fucked my face harshly. I gagged a few times but I managed to take it. Drool began to collect at the edges of my mouth and it slid down my jaw. ‘’Mmhmm’’ I hummed as his cock was deep in my mouth. The vibrations were something Loki adored. His beautiful, pinkish lips parted and he gasped in pure pleasure. He looked amazing as he felt good.

Loki’s raven black hair got messy and a strand fell on his face beautifully. His blue-green eyes turned dark like a stormy sea and his skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, giving him a slight glow. I pulled myself away from his cock but I yanked him off with his hand, rubbing my thumb on his tip each time I reached it. I could feel thick veins underneath my touch and the pulsating sensation as well.

‘‘I love your cock so much’‘ I admitted dirtily. Then I stuck out my tongue and dragged it along his veins. ‘‘Shit, Y/N’‘ Loki moaned harshly as he looked down, never taking his eyes off of me. I gave him a naughty look before licking his balls, knowing exactly how sensitive he was there. As my hand worked on his shaft, my mouth buried between his legs and I happily licked his most sensitive places. I kissed his shaft a few times, slowly climbing back up to his tip.

As I got to up, I took him into my mouth once again. Loki held onto my hair tightly and it hurt just the tiniest bit but I liked it. I jerked him off as I sucked his tip, whirling my tongue around him and moaning just to be extra. ‘’I’m close’’ Loki warned me, almost too loudly. I let him push my face as down as he could although it made me gag. It filled me with deep lust and excitement.

I bobbed my head with his help and I focused hard on pleasing him. His dick twitched a few times and that’s when I knew he was on the verge of spilling his load in my mouth. So I pulled my head away and took him to his edge by using my hands. I opened my mouth up wide.

‘‘Y/N- holy..’‘ Loki tried to speak but he couldn’t focus on his words. Suddenly his body tensed and the grip on me got harsher. Hot sperm flew out of him and I tried hard to catch it all in my mouth. Once again, I got a warm, salty taste in my mouth. Most of his cum landed on my tongue but some spurted on my face. I made sure to pump out each drop before I took my hand away.

I wiped the hot cum off my face with my thumb and sucked it off. Loki watched intensely as I swallowed everything, leaving nothing to waste. My jaw hurt a little bit but it was worth it. Loki was catching his breath as he was coming down his high. His cheeks got a little bit of color and he looked relieved.

‘‘Delicious’‘ I purred happily and popped my lips. Loki looked at me warmly for a while, almost happily. ‘‘Come here, darling’‘ He told me and helped me on his lap. I smiled gladly as I sat on his legs, wrapping mine around him. Then I rested my head against his as our noses touched lightly.

Loki was cool although he was sweaty. I thought he just wanted me here to sit but he had other thoughts. As I placed my lips on his, his hand traveled underneath my silky dress. My breath hitched in my throat as his skilled, long fingers touched my heat through my thin, soaked panties.

Loki broke our kiss so he could speak. ‘’My, my, is my queen aroused?’’ Loki chuckled quietly, his breath landing on my lips. My cheeks heated and I nodded, desperate for his touch that never left me disappointed.

He teased me by stroking his fingers against my slit. I gulped and realized I had to hold onto something. So I grabbed him by his shoulders and prepared myself for what was to come. He used his other hand to grab my jaw so I had to face him. The stern look was back on his ridiculously handsome face.

The next thing I knew was that he pushed my underwear aside and he pressed his fingers against my needy clit. A shiver ran down my spine and a wave of please hit me. Loki circled his fingers swiftly, making me melt for him. I struggled to keep quiet in here. After all, if I’d moan as loudly as in his bedroom, the entire castle would be filled with echo.

Loki used his magic and suddenly his fingertips were ice cold. The sensation of the cold meeting my hotness was blissful. I bit my lower lip harshly, drawing blood as I struggled to shut up. ‘’Don’t fight it’’ Loki whispered and I realized how darkly he was looking at me. His eyes had a shadow and his smile was vicious in a good way.

Out of the blue, Loki slid two of his long fingers inside me. That’s when I couldn’t control myself anymore. A loud moan left mouth and it echoed. My eyes widened and I tried to cover my mouth with my own hands, only to realize I couldn’t move them. Something was around my wrists. I glanced at my hands and saw handcuffs attached to chains. Loki had totally planned this!

His fingers felt incredible inside of me, rubbing against my wet walls with just the amount of pressure I craved and a little more. ‘’Oh, fuck Loki!’’ I whimpered out in awe, rocking my hips in the rhythm of his fingers. ‘’That’s right, say it again. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good’’ He growled with a raspy voice, suddenly eager to make me scream out his name.

I was in ecstasy as his fingers sunk inside of me and then pulled out, only to hit the sweet spot again and again. I attempted to drown my moans but Loki did everything in his power to make me moan as loudly as possible. A few whimpers escaped past my lips and I began to breathe sharply.

The pleasure he gave me was simply overwhelming. Loki curved his fingers inside me, only adding pressure to the spot I loved. I could feel my arousal soaking his entire hand and probably his pants as well. ‘’Oh my..’’ I gasped and gulped, happy to feel the knot in my stomach forming.

‘‘Come on dear, scream’‘ Loki whispered into my ear which caused goosebumps to appear all over my body. ‘‘It feels so good’‘ I moaned to him, wanting more but I was afraid I’d cause the guards to run inside in worry. I most certainly didn’t want to alarm anyone.

‘‘You’re close, I can feel it. You’re getting tighter’‘ Loki told me darkly. I nodded and cursed a few words underneath my breath. My brain was overpowered by the amazing feeling. As Loki finger fucked me on the throne, my wetness became evident. I could hear how much I needed him.

A smile appeared on my face as I thought about this. It was a very dirty and naughty thing to do, on the throne. But the rush it gave me was astonishing. ‘’Come on’’ Loki growled and added pressure, causing me to flinch. I squeezed his shoulders hard and gritted my teeth together.

His cold fingers hit my sweet spot hard, sending such a strong sense of pleasure through me and each time, he pushed me closer to the edge. After a few moments, I let go and felt as my orgasm approached me like a gift.

My walls clenched around his fingers and suddenly, I grew overly sensitive. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I couldn’t think for a moment. ‘’Loki! Yes..oh fuck yes’’ I screamed out his name. He seemed pleased as he accomplished that and for a while, I didn’t mind at all. Loki pulled out his fingers but it didn’t stop there.

He rubbed my pulsing clit slowly, making my entire body tremble. I flinched a couple times and tears stung my eyes because it felt so fucking amazing. ‘’You’re so gorgeous when you cum’’ Loki let me know, his words messing with my brain ever more. I focused on his fingers that made me feel like a true Goddess.

He let me ride down my orgasm before he pulled back his fingers. Then he held me on his lap, allowing me to gather myself before he’d do anything else. A few warm tears rolled down my face but they were happy tears. Loki didn’t notice until I sniffled. It caught his attention quickly.

‘‘Are you alright?’‘ He pried seriously and made me face him. I cracked a smile and nodded. The powerful orgasm had knocked me over and I was exhausted. ‘‘I’m more than alright’‘ I giggled and that made him happy. ‘‘Good. I thought I had hurt you which would never be my intention’‘ He admitted quietly and petted my hair again. I loved this. Loki was never soft to others. He was rarely like this to me but these few moments always melted my heart.

*

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I’m going to burn in hell for this but it’s worth it :)

As soon as they get back to the bunker, Sam mumbles something about being tired and bolts for his room. He pats Cas on the shoulder first and Dean would find the pleading look Cas gives him funny if he wasn’t so pissed.

Cas clears his throat. “I should-” 

“What the hell was that?” Dean cuts him off.

Cas sighs. It’s been a long time since Dean saw him looking so awkward and uncomfortable in his own skin, standing with his arms stiff at his sides, eyes darting around like he wishes he were anywhere but here.

But Dean’s not letting him go so easy. He needs answers.

“What did it seem like to you?” Cas finally says.

“Let’s see.” Dean pretends to think. “We were cornered. You thought we were all going to die and for some reason you decided that your last action on this earth should be shoving your tongue down my throat.”

“I didn’t use tongue,” Cas mutters.

Not the point.”

Cas throws his arms out. “I’m not sure what you expect me to say, Dean.”

“I want you to tell me why.”

Cas pinches his lips. He’s looking off to the side, not meeting Dean’s eye. “You know why.”

And Dean does. He’s suspected for a while but there’s no ambiguity or doubt left now. Cas laid it all out on the table the moment he kissed Dean. That’s not really the question on Dean’s mind right now.

“Why didn’t you do it sooner?”

Cas’ eyes snap up. “What?”

“You could have done it sooner,” Dean says. “You’ve wanted to for a while, right? So why didn’t you do it sooner?”

“I-” Cas looks lost. He clearly expected this conversation to go one way and now that it hasn’t, he doesn’t seem sure of what to say. “I didn’t want anything to change between us,” he finally settles on. “Not for the worse.”

“Who says it would’ve changed things for the worse?”

“You didn’t kiss me back.”

Dean swallows. “You didn’t give me time to.”

Cas gives him a strange look. He walks closer, his movements careful, like Dean is some spooked animal and he doesn’t wanna scare him off. He reaches out once he’s close enough, hand raised to cup Dean’s cheek. He hesitates at the last moment, drops it down for a less intimate touch of Dean’s shoulder.

“You have time now.”

Dean’s not sure which one of them moves. Maybe both. Either way, the gap between them closes.

Their first kiss was pretty bad. Dean was so shocked it was happening and he’d been mid-word, so his mouth was slightly open, their teeth clashing almost painfully. This is a lot better. Cas’ lips feel soft and sure underneath his, the hand on Dean’s shoulder warm like a brand. 

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He likes to picture the sufferings I have endured. He listens to all of it like a child listening to a fairy tale. I must confess that it reminds me of you, Dr. Jordan. You were as eager as Mr. Walsh to hear about my sufferings in life. Your cheeks would flush, and if you’d had ears like a dog, they would have been pricked forward with your eyes shining and your tongue hanging out, as if you’d found a grouse in a bush. And as with Mr. Walsh, I may have changed some of the details of my stories to suit what I thought you wanted to hear.

Alias Grace (2017)

url edit for @fortesques  gave Harry free sundaes every half-hour

just imagine that maybe one night, after they’d drawn out every last ounce of pleasure from each other, alec takes magnus’ left hand in his. magnus had fallen asleep not too long ago, cheek pressed against alec’s collarbone. alec runs his thumb over every finger. he had taken off every single ring before, slowly, and magnus’ eyes had burned into his, soft, yet fiery, passionate in a way he didn’t know was possible. adoration rolling in waves from golden irises.

alec stops at the ring finger, running his thumb over the smooth skin. sometimes it’s the only finger on magnus’ hand devoid of a ring. alec wonders if he needs to fix that.

he’s thought about this before. god, he has. lately it’s become something incessant, something he can’t ignore. a want that simmers just below the surface of his skin. he’s thought of it every time magnus looks at him, every time magnus laughs with him, every time magnus whispers the words “i love you.”

alec brings his hand up to his lips, and presses a kiss to that finger, and it’s a promise for what is to come, for their future. it’s a promise that one day, they will be each other’s in every way possible, that they will hold each other’s tomorrow. it’s a promise that one day, alec will marry magnus bane, and that he will hand over his heart to him for eternity.

he looks at magnus, taking in the soft rise and fall of his chest, the lock of dark hair falling over his eyebrows, his face free of makeup. just him at his most timeless, the him only alec gets the privilege to see. he feels his heart thud against the confines of his ribs, wondering if magnus knows that every beat belongs to him.

what alec doesn’t know is that magnus is wide awake. what he doesn’t know is that the moment alec’s lips touched his ring finger, magnus’ world had turned on its axis. it had taken everything in him to stay still, to not sing his love from the rooftops, to not surge up and look at alec as though he was the reason stars twinkled in the sky. he had felt the dream he’d pushed down in all his long years resurface, like a shaft of morning light from the depths of his heart. he had dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, all the pieces might fall into place.

magnus feels alec’s fingers curl themselves around his, feels him curve his other arm around his body, pulling him closer, and it’s the safest he’s ever felt. in the arms of the man who is everything he could have hoped for, and more, the man who is the reason magnus has a face to put to his dream.

alec presses his face into magnus’ hair, breathing in the familiar scent of sandalwood, and lingering notes of magic, and something else that is simply him. he doesn’t think he’d known what peace was before this, and he wants to drown in this feeling, to never get up, to tell magnus that you are the reason i know what it feels like to be happy, and i want this for the rest of my life.

they lie there, wrapped up in the silken sheets of their bed, the question lingering on both their tongues, ready to be whispered into the other’s ear. loving each other against everything, against all the forces of the world, for now, for tomorrow and for forever after that. loving each other with the fervent, incessant strength of a wave caressing the shore. and their hearts beat alongside each other, each beat echoing the same thoughts.

it’s you. it’s always been you.

it will always be you.

I will hold on to you

@emmagrangergood sent me a prompt 💙 :)

Okay, so I’ll admit, I had my difficulties with this prompt :D (which I’ll put at the end, so you guys can be as oblivious as our boys :D) That’s why it has taken me ridiculously long to get to this ask. I thought of maybe doing something about Auror partners and a fake relationship thing… Maybe I should have gone with that :D Anyway. Another idea hit me when I was listening to Taylor Swift’s new album on repeat ever since she released it and there’s this song and I love it so, so much and so… yeah… here we go :D

It’s also on AO3 :)


He didn’t want to move. There was so much pain. Pain everywhere. His arms, his legs, even his toes felt sore. And thinking, thinking felt like someone was drilling a hole in his head. This really wasn’t fair. Ron never got hungover. Was this the universe’s way of creating balance? Punishing Harry for Ron’s dumb luck?

He tried to sit up, regretting it immediately. His stomach definitely didn’t agree with moving. At all.

“Ugh, I’m never drinking again,” Harry mumbled to himself, slowly sinking back down.

“You say that every time.”

Startled, Harry turned around much quicker than he should have. The room started spinning, making him extremely queasy. His eyes wouldn’t focus properly, but he could make out a naked torso beside him. Pale skin. Blond hair.

“Oh, it’s you. For a moment I thought I would be forced to have a really awkward conversation with one of our friends.”

“Which one of our friends?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you telling me you were so drunk, you would have slept with Blaise? Finnigan? Thomas? Theo?” He paused. “Longbottom? Weasley?”

Harry wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of what his stomach would do then. So instead, he settled into a more comfortable position, putting his hands underneath his pillow.

“God, can you imagine? Besides, you were supposed to keep an eye on me. You know what happens when I drink.”

“I do know. Why do you think I’m here?” Draco said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. It made Harry frown.

“You sleep here almost every night. I don’t even remember the last time you slept in your own bed.”

“Is that a complaint?” Draco said in a challenging tone. Harry wouldn’t have needed to see his face to know there was a smirk on his lips.

“Yes. You’re very clingy in your sleep,” Harry replied with an answering smirk.

“Excuse me, I was under the impression you liked that. Well, if you feel that violated, I’ll just sleep in my room tonight.”

Please don’t.

It was on the tip of Harry’s tongue. He bit his lip to prevent him from embarrassing himself. It was bad enough he had feelings for his flatmate… Okay, at this point, Draco was definitely more than his flatmate. He had become his best friend. He couldn’t ruin that by blurting out something stupid. No.

“Seriously though,” Draco grumbled as he threw back the covers and leaned down to retrieve his clothes, “I can’t believe you were thinking about sleeping with one of our friends. Who, by the way, are all in committed relationships. It would have caused so much drama!”

“I wasn’t thinking about sleeping with anyone!”

Now that wasn’t exactly true. And it became harder and harder to hide it every day. Literally. Draco, running around the flat in just his pants or simply a towel, really wasn’t helping this whole situation either.

“I know you weren’t,” Draco said with a grin as he buttoned up his shirt. “I guess you’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Hey!” Turning beet red, Harry grabbed one of the pillows and threw it with all his might. “Take that back!”

“They should call you ‘The Boy Who Stayed Abstinent For The Rest Of His Life’.”

If only Draco knew! But even if Harry decided to tell him, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. Just thinking about it made him so nervous, he felt like throwing up. Oh, wait, maybe that wasn’t nervousness… Yeah, it definitely wasn’t nervousness.

“Ugh,” Harry groaned, pressing his face into the mattress.

“Five more minutes, Sleeping Beauty. Then you’ll have to come and help me clean.”

“How come you don’t feel sick? You had more to drink than me!”

“Easy. I’m better at everything,” Draco chuckled with a shrug. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled the covers over his head. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option, though. He’d feel awful afterwards, he knew it. Reluctantly, he manoeuvred himself into a sitting position.

Getting dressed took about ten minutes longer than it usually did. Not only because his stomach protested to this kind of activity, but because he couldn’t find any clean socks.

Harry’s heart instantly began beating faster. Socks. Oh Merlin! He nearly felt assaulted by the memory his mind was suddenly springing on him. It had been such a disaster!

“Draco,” Harry whispered. “Draco, wake up.”

The blond let out a grunt and buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck.

“Let me sleep.”

Harry chuckled, ruffling his hair. He didn’t want to wait. He knew it was childish. Christmas morning was tomorrow. But he wanted Draco to have his present now.

Christmas had always been a little sad for Harry. It hadn’t even been the fact that he’d had to watch Dudley open his ridiculous amount of presents each year. Well, that too, because it had been a reminder that there was no one in this world who cared for him. At Hogwarts, it had changed. He had come to spend Christmas with his new family. And being with the Weasleys was one of the best things Harry could have imagined. He hadn’t thought it could get any better than that. That was before Draco had joined them.

“Accio present,” he muttered, careful not to move around too much. A moment later, the messily wrapped present flew into his waiting hand.

“Draco,” he whispered again. “Merry Christmas.” He held the present to Draco’s ear. Maybe the crinkling would pique his interest.

“What’s going on?” Slowly, Draco opened one eye and rested his chin on Harry’s chest.

“It’s your Christmas present.”

“You’re supposed to give me that tomorrow. Has nobody taught you how Christmas works?” Draco froze, realising what he had just said. “I didn’t mean it like that, I-”

“It’s okay.” Harry’s smile was genuine and he felt a warm trickle down his chest when Draco gave him one in return.

“Alright, you impatient child. Give me my present.”

Harry watched anxiously as Draco took his time with the wrapping paper. For Merlin’s sake, how long was this going to take? When Draco’s hands stopped moving and his expression became puzzled, Harry stopped breathing.

“Socks. You’re giving me socks?”

Harry pressed his lips together.

“They’re… fluffy socks.”

“Seriously? Socks? The most boring present ever?”

It was hard not to feel hurt.

“And this couldn’t have waited until tomorrow because…” Draco looked at him expectantly.

“I was too excited,” Harry said sheepishly, trying to hide how tense he was. Well, what had he thought Draco’s reaction would be? Of course he’d think it was weird. And boring. Draco had no idea what these socks meant to Harry. What he was trying to say with them.

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Piper: Jason kissed me.

Hazel: Oh my gods! Oh my gods!

Annabeth: Ok, alright. We want to hear everything. Hazel, get the wine. Piper, does this end well or do we need to get tissues?

Piper: Oh, it ended very well.

Hazel: [getting the wine] Do not start without me. Do not start without me.

Annabeth: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like an “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Piper: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh gods, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Hazel: Okay, so, were you holding him? Or were his hands like, on you?

Piper: No, actually first they started on my waist. And then, they slid up, and then, they were on my shoulders.

Annabeth and Hazel: Ohhhhh.

[In the next room]

Jason: And, uh, and then I kissed her.

Percy: Tongue?

Jason: Yeah.

Percy: Cool.

paint heaven and anger the gods

so the trailer for miss hokusai advertised one type of movie, and then the actual movie was …. something else entirely. but the trailer gave me ideas, so here they are:

there is girl –

no.

there is woman –

no.

there is a young woman, an old girl, and she has the eyes of youth but the weight upon her shoulders is that of age. or perhaps it is the other way around. perhaps she has the eyes of age, but upon her shoulder is the weightlessness of youth, of ignorance.

there she is, whatever she is.

her name is kana.

she is the daughter of a famous painter, known as juro. he is a man larger than life, and he paints wonderful things. he takes what is ugly, and makes it beautiful. he paints an unhandsome woman as a goddess, a sneering merchant as a king, a dirty city as a glowing capitol. he leaves all he touches brighter than it was found.

kana is not like her father.

she is a painter, but she is not famous. she has a mother she doesn’t speak to, and younger sister she visits as much as she can. she has pushed them both aside to follow her father, to sit with him in dirty shacks putting ink to paper as she does her best to make beautiful things. she throws off the expectations of her gender, of her station, of anything and everything in her pursuit to be a master painter.

technique is easy. she completes half of her father’s painting while he drinks, while he whores, while he seduces lords and ladies, while he paints empty things for empty people, while he leaves her alone in their dirty shacks. she can do the detail work, has a steady hand and a sharp eye, but when it comes to the whole picture – it is left lacking.

“her work lacks your beauty,” an old man says, talking to her old father while she kneels in the corner, ink staining her hands, the floor, ink just – staining.

“of course it does,” her father says, offhand. “how can she paint what she does not know?”

kana never expected lack of knowledge to be her downfall.

so that night when her father is gone, she does not stay in to work. instead kana paints her face, wears a kimono that’s too small on her, and goes to the worst part of the city, to where the alleyways and walls are stained red by the glow of the lanterns.

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Loki Imagine - Tension *smut*

Warnings: smut , fighting, I’m writing this at 5 am so I have no idea if it’s even readable, be prepared, oh and Thanos/ Infinity war didn’t happen in this fic. Long beginning before the smut

Your P.O.V.

Loki’s reunion with the Avengers was absolutely not going well. Asgard got destroyed but the people made it to Midgard and somehow, God knows why, they got permission to build up a small kingdom in Norway. A few difficult months later, the Avengers were invited to a royal party Thor threw for Asgard. Loki, my boyfriend, wasn’t too excited for the party.

Therefore, I, his supportive girlfriend stayed by his side all night long. Everyone was dressed up nicely and the new castle that was still unfinished, looked rather fancy. It was quite different from the golden Asgard, since it was more victorian. The brothers got along way better now so their style was obvious in here. Loki and I were about to speak to Captain America and Iron Man who had a chat nearby. I even spotted Black Widow who had just been hanging out with Hawkeye. I assumed the man was getting drinks.

‘‘ Y/N, do you really think it’s necessary for me to meet them again ? ‘‘ Loki questioned me with a low voice that only I could hear since we were so close, me holding onto his strong arm. I looked up to face him, giving him a warm, red smile. Seeing him so worried made me want to comfort him immediately.  ‘‘ It’s going to be alright ‘‘ I reassured him and squeezed his arm gently, fingers struggling to get a grip of the silky material he wore tonight.We had matching colours, green, gold and black. I wore a dress and he wore a suit. 

 Only a few more steps and we were by the group. Sadly, they all fell silent as they saw Loki and I grew nervous. Naturally, I didn’t wish for anything bad to happen to him. I cared about the God of Mischief with all my heart and if he was sad, I was sad.

‘‘Hi! It’s nice to meet you’‘ I was the one to break the rather awkward silence. All eyes were on me and I realized they weren’t any softer towards me. Well, I wasn’t sure what to expect. ‘‘Hi’‘ Tony cleared his throat, deciding that being quiet was too odd. The brown haired man glanced at Loki and it seemed like he grew a bit tense. Steve and Natasha glanced at each other, speaking through their eyes. The awkwardness was so evident it sent shivers down my spine.

‘‘The last time I saw you dressed up, you were causing chaos in Germany’‘ Steve spoke to Loki rather harshly. The way he spoke angered me but for the sake of Asgard tonight, I tried to keep myself together. It just made my stomach heavy from rage. How disrespectful. ‘‘Well times change, Rogers. This is Asgard, there’s no need to worry’‘ Loki attempted to bear with them. I smiled again, nodding silently in agreement.

Footsteps approached us and of course it had to be Hawkeye. We all turned to look at the man who had two drinks in his hands. The same second he laid eyes on Loki, he seemed pissed off. The man clenched his jaw and gave a drink to Natasha, never taking his eyes off my boyfriend. Great, just great! I didn’t expect things to go south this quickly.

‘‘It’s technically Norway’‘ Natasha muttered before tasting her beverage. My eyes widened in shock of these people. I noticed how Loki tensed up since I was holding onto him. This situation needed an ice breaker for sure.’‘You’re technically a fucking bitch’‘ I sneered quietly, regretting that I didn’t listen to Loki. Once again, all eyes were on me and even I was shocked I said that out loud. Loki raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat, by that letting me know I either screwed up or made him want to laugh.

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White Lies: Part 5

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Series

Master List

A/N: Omg, another part in less than a weeks time? I know, I know. It’s a miracle. But I’ve got my writing mojo back, and it feels good. Also, I’m sorry for this part, okay? It was bound to happen. Don’t hate me (or Bucky :/) As always, I live for your asks, reblogs, and replies, so keep them coming. Let me know what you think (aka let me feel your pain) ♥

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings:
- mild angst.
- language.
- Bucky is a little shit.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Pizza’s here…

It played over and over in your brain, echoing like a broken tape recorder; the anger building inside you making it louder and louder. You felt your fists ball up at your sides, wanting to punch the nearest object.

How dare he? This wasn’t just a game anymore. That kiss meant more than some kind of stupid ploy to convince his parents that you were a real couple. They weren’t even here. Who was Bucky trying to impress?

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