Replenish (Jimin AMBW Smut)

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“Ughhhh.” You groaned softly as you leaned against the door with your body groggy and completely done with the day. You gripped at your keys dragging them slowly from your purse to stick them into the keyhole turning it slowly so that you could unlock the door. Your feet were throbbing from the long shift that you worked in your heels. Your job required you to dress the part and sometimes wear heels and today was one of those days. It felt like your feet had their own heart beat with each step you took into the house. Though you started off looking good your hair was becoming a big poof ball resulting in you putting it up in a bun as you tried to get through the day. Once you were inside of the house, you took off your shoes throwing them down onto the floor beside the door. You shut it before placing your purse on the couch as you walked through the front room towards the kitchen smelling the food aroma that filled the air. You could hear the distinct sizzle of the pan and a soft melodic laughter slipping from your lover’s lips as he listened to something on the television screen.

“Baby.” You called out weakly as your hands gripped onto the counter, you pulled out a chair to sit in, the bright light from the kitchen triggering a slight headache as you stare at the back of your lover. He was holding a fork in one hand poking at some meat in the pot, he had on baggy sweat pants and a long sleeve red shirt that showed off his biceps. He turned around to look at you tilting his head with a slight smile, his tanned skin glowing as he flashed his teeth. His dark brown hair falling into his eyes parted down the middle.

“Baby you look like shit.” He admitted softly trying to get you to laugh.

“Gee thanks baby you’re so encouraging.” The corner of your lips dropping down into a frown as you watched him. He clutched at his heart playfully as he gripped at a plate turning back around to fix food onto both plates, and moved to slid them into the oven. Once it was set he moved towards you, walking behind you he gripped at your shoulders giving them a deep squeeze causing you to let out a strangled cry from how good it felt for him to take away some of the tension there. Your shoulders seeming to match the throbbing of your feet.

“Someone had a hard day at work huh?” He asked softly pressing a kiss onto the back of your neck as his hands moved across your skin kneading and gripping onto your flesh. You nodded your head looking at the pan where the food had just been feeling your stomach tighten and ripple out a growl. “Do you want talk about it?” He asked softly and you shook your head huffing.

“No, I just really want to get over today and have some distractions.” You admitted as you tried to look up at him.

“Then.. Wait right here. And no touching the food.” Jimin warned stealing a kiss from your lips. And like that he was gone leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your fingers drummed against the table as you laid your chin against one of the palms of your hands. Your eyes skimmed from the stove to the television and back. Jimin’s words rung through your ears but your stomach was resisting the will for you to behave and head warnings.

“Stop looking.” Jimin joked as he trodden back into the kitchen going to the cabinet to grab at a clear wine glass for you. He sat it down on the counter before he opened the fridge to get out your favorite bottle of wine. He poured the red wine into the glass sliding it to you with a gentle smile on his lips. He waited for you to take a few sips before he was picking you up carrying you into the room. He let you hold onto him as he sat you down on the bed, he let you finish the wine as he started to push the upper half of your body back against the bed. He gripped at the tight pencil skirt you had on sliding it down your legs before he reached for your button up shirt. Undoing the buttons slowly, you watched him with hooded eyes feeling your want for him creep up but you were so damn tired. Jimin made sure to undo each button before he pushed the shirt over your shoulders letting it pool against your wrist. You finished off the glass of wine and he waited patiently for you to do so but once you were done he gripped at the glass sitting it down on the stand beside the bed. He stood you up to slid your panties down your legs and he moved to grip at your bra unsnapping it from behind you letting it slide off your shoulders. He picked you up bridal style, shutting the light off into your room turning your lamp on so that it was dim in the room. He carried you into the bathroom and a soft gasp left your lips. He had music playing in the bathroom from the stereo on the wall. There was a mix of red rose and vanilla scented candles that light up the room along the sink and the tub. The water had rose petals into it and bubbles that rose in different designs. Jimin smiled at you as he sat you down into the tub gently, letting you relax. He stripped off his shirt at first just sitting beside you, reaching over to take your hair down from the bun it was in. You released a soft groan and he just watched you as his hands rubbed at your scalp.

“Does it feel good?” He asked softly and you nodded your head, leaning into his touch with your eyes finally dropping closed. He pulled back after some time to grab at a towel letting the water get onto it, he lifted it up to squeeze the water and let it cascade down onto your hair wetting it. You smiled gratefully as he took care of you dampening your hair. He moved to get the shampoo, getting on his knees he poured some into your hair letting it lather up before he started to wash it. He made sure to scrub and get the soap all over your head making sure to clean your hair before he rinsed it and put conditioner next. He had been with you for so long he knew how to take care of your hair better than you did sometimes. He smiled lovingly at you pressing a kiss against your lips as he soaped up a towel next starting to wash your body off. His touches were soft and gentle the cloth moving down the valley of your breast and over your stomach. He lifted your legs up washing them off one by one, before he sat them back down and let the towel get wet once again before he started to rinse your body off. Once he was done he was going to leave but you reached out for him opening your eyes with a pout.

“Sit with me and relax? I want daddy..” You mumbled slightly looking into the water. Sometimes you just needed to be taken care of and tonight was one of those nights. Jimin nodded his head, stripping off his clothes he moved to crawl into the tub behind you pulling you onto his lap. You sat in a quiet silence just listening to music and vibing together. The steam rose off both of your bodies as the hot water enveloped your skin. Jimin let his wet hands lift to rub soothing circles into your hips as he started to talk to you about everything and nothing all at once.

His voice had gotten deeper due to the relaxed state he was in while he was with you. His hands moved across your stomach so that he could press the pads of his fingers harder into your skin loving the groans and mewls he was eliciting from your lips. His hands trailed lower to your thighs, he was on a roll making sure he was touching the spots that made your body react with little litters of goosebumps. He hummed softly leaning down to start and pepper kisses along your jaw until he was letting his lips rest against your neck. He inhaled your scent, loving being this close to you he realized how needy he was for you in this exact moment. His hands started to wander, his legs lifted your up and parted your thighs, his fingers moving to dance across the insides of your thighs massaging the skin there. He let his fingers start at the skin against your knees before he trailed them higher up your thighs right against your heat on either side but he never once touched you were he knew you were starting to want him the most.

“Jimin.” You groaned softly and he shook his head swiping his tongue across your neck.

“Patience kitten.” He cooed out as he slid his hand back down your legs and once again back towards the inside of your thighs. His hands were becoming bolder in movements. Sliding up from your thighs to the lower part of your stomach he let his nails slightly drag across your bottom stomach and you shuddered moving around his lap softly. He let his tongue drag across your pulse point, one of his hands moving to dip down and press against your pussy causing you to gasp in pleasure.

“Jimin, please.” You whined out, wanting it but not wanting to be exhausted.

“Let daddy help replenish you.” He muttered hotly against your ear, a smile curling on his lips. His hand covered the area of your pussy, one hand rested against your lower stomach as he let his hand move up and down the whole length of your pussy, teasing it and playfully dipping his finger down between your lips only to pull his fingers out. He teased your pussy a bit more before his hands were pressing down against your clit. He let the pads of his fingers rub against your pert bud, chuckling to himself at how your juices slipped into the water. Your eyes drifted shut as your hips pressed against his hand, trying to meet his motions with little thrusts of his hips, you could feel your lust slowly build up as he rubbed at your pussy. Jimin was great at pushing your buttons. He knew your body well and knew when you would tick from the right things especially when you were tired. His fingers slowly slid down your slit as he spread your pussy lips wide to let the hot water press against you. Your hips jolted and Jimin slapped your pussy lightly before he let his middle finger slowly circle around your entrance. You bit on your bottom lip tilting your head slightly to feel his tongue on your skin more. He pushed in his finger slowly, pushing it until he made sure his knuckle was buried deep inside of you. Your mouth parted to let his name roll off your lips softly. He started to pull it out of your pussy dragging it slowly against your walls before he pushed it back in. Your hips pushed back against his lap and grinded against his finger every time he entered it inside of you. He slipped in his ring finger next, just letting the both of them sit inside of you. He was stretching you out, but in his own way as he held his fingers there.

“Jimin!” You whined out looking at him. He gave you one look that made you shut up your protest as you looked off pouting.

“Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re needy.” He teased as he fingered you slowly, scissoring his fingers in and out of you, making a come-hither motion inside of your pussy. You enjoyed the feeling of his fingers pushing deep inside of your pussy, your hips rolling around in a circle. “Do you like it when I touch you here baby girl? Do you like how I finger your pussy?” He questioned softly as he added another finger inside of you, his free hand moving up to cup your breast. He let his fingers pinch at your nipples before he started to roll his fingers over the flesh his fingers grazing at your nipples. Your body was becoming on fire, little hitches of your breath left your lips as he pleasured you in the tub. The water cascaded down your thighs as you bucked your hips up against his hands. Jimin pushed his thick fingers deeper, using his wrist to flick his fingers deeper inside of you pressing right against your spot.

“Fuck Jimin- shit right there.” Your hand moved to grip at his hair, pulling on the locks he was eager to pound his fingers inside of you adding another finger letting all four stretch inside of you.

“Damn look at how your pussy is taking my fingers. It seems you’re being a little greedy girl tonight. We will have to do something about that.” Jimin promised biting on your earlobe pulling onto the flesh. He moved to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in a circle as he continued to thrust his fingers into your tight pussy and you were on edge. Your free hand moving to grip at the tub as the other hand continued to hold onto Jimin’s hair. His dark locks feeling good to grab at as your orgasm started to swim in the pit of your stomach.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Are you going to let me feel your cum all over my fingers?” He asked and you nodded eagerly as your hips jerked harder against his thrusts. In a matter of seconds, you were cumming on his fingers your back arching as your body locked up, your juices slipping out to mix into the water and onto Jimin’s fingers. He growled softly feeling the wetness and how tightly you were wrapping around his digits. He let you ride out your orgasm until you were done, he pulled out his fingers slowly, pressing them against your lips you parted them to suck and slurp on his digits cleaning them.

“Look at that. That’s right baby girl get them nice and fucking clean.” You heard him whisper to you, feeling his hard dick against the crack of your ass excited you more and you couldn’t help but grind back against him, trying to edge him on. He pulled his fingers from your lips slowly before he turned you around, you looked down at him with hazy eyes your hands moving to rest on his broad shoulders. Jimin wrapped your legs around his waist as he gripped at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your soaking pussy lips.

“Look at how hard you’ve made me. Fuck you’ve made daddy so hard.” He groaned as he pushed you down onto his lap letting his thick shaft slip past your entrance. He stretched you out, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close as he started to lift you off his shaft before he slid you back down onto his cock. Your hands gripped at his hair at the nape of his neck playing with the soft strands as you helped him out, grinding your hips back and circling it every time your hips met one by one.

“You make daddy feel so good. Your pussy feels so good around my cock. You always make me feel so good kitten. I love your pussy, I love being buried inside of you. Let me take your stress. Let it go and enjoy me.” He muttered against your ear as he thrust up against you. His hands moved to grip at your ass helping you grind against him as he did the same. The water started to splash and spill onto the floor creating puddles around the both of you as Jimin took you slowly. He looked around at the candles that were melting and though they were all in place holders he didn’t want to risk the water blowing them out. He picked you up slowly, holding your body as he let the water continue to splash. Your legs wrapping around his waist he carried you out of the tub and walked slowly through the bathroom until he was pressing you down onto the bed.

He looked down at you kissing your lips before he buried his face in your neck his hands gripping at the sheets beside your head. He let his legs spread out to press down against the sheets, your legs draped around his lower back as the heels of your feet pressed into his lower back. He started to grind deep into you giving you long deep strokes. He didn’t fuck you, it was more like he was making love to you, your hands clung onto him, fingers dragging across his wet skin. It was hard to dig your nails into his skin but you tried for dear life. Your head moved to rest back against the sheets of your shared bed. Your hips continued to thrust up against his, you were impatient but you tried to let him take the slow pace, his hand moving down to rub against your clit slowly, your hips started to buck faster against his and he complied moving to push your hips down into the bed rutting into you. His fingers moved faster on your clit, tapping and pressing against the wetness as it soaked out his fingers. He groaned as he felt your walls starting to clamp down around his shaft like a vice. He was becoming a bit rougher with his thrusts moving to lean his head down to suck on your breast, tugging on your pert nipples with his teeth, he let his tongue press against the puckered bud and he enveloped as much into his mouth as he could. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling him closer as your hips ground against each other.

“Please harder daddy. Please keep it there.” You begged out to him, and he continued to snap his hips against yours.

“Come on, cum for me. Let me feel your juices on my dick. I want to feel it all.” Jimin softly cooed against your ear with a hazy voice. You did as told, making sure that you wrapped your pussy around his dick as tight as you could. You met your orgasm cumming on his shaft, as he rubbed your clit but he didn’t stop there he continued to slap at your pussy and rub it harder, causing you to ultimately squirt and cum again as he filled you to the brim with his cum. He picked you up and pulled you into his lap, the sheets were wet from your bodies and the juices from your pussy. Jimin held you and kissed on your skin. Marking your neck and collarbones with hickeys as he bounced you harshly on his lap. Your head was tilted back and broken sobs of pleasure left your lips as he fucked into you. You didn’t think you could cum again, your pussy was sore but you gave into him and let him do what he wanted. Soon you were cumming on his shaft once more and he helped you ride it out holding you close.

“Good girl. So fucking good.” He cooed out letting his lips kiss against yours. He nuzzled your nose before he laid backwards with you on his lap stroking at your hair.

“How do you feel now baby?” He asked softly biting on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“I feel replenished and like I can get a good night sleep now.” You teased with a light yawn shutting your eyes and holding onto him.

“Well, since tomorrow is your day off I’m going to feed you. And then we are going to see if I can get you to black out from how much I’m going to fuck you.” He promised playing in your hair

Your first time - The Vampire Diaries Preference

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Fuck you*

Isaac Lahey

Night In The Woods

Wedding vows

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I’m looking at you*

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Love at the back of a classroom

Stiles Stilinski

Best Friends*

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Rooftop Night*

Alex Ernst

Jealousy over me

I just love you that much*

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Do you love me?

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The Girl on the Bridge

Originally posted by samwisefrakkinggamgee

Pre-Serum Steve x Reader

The Girl on the Bridge

Prompt: Pre Serum Steve in modern times and is self-conscious of what his significant other will think of him. Cute fluffiness please please please!

Note: This is suuuuper cute omg. I decided to put a bit of a soulmate twist on it, if that’s okay. Very cute.

Warnings: Precious baby Steve. Fluff. Very fluff.

Steve stared at the timer at his wrist and sighed, sitting on his bed in he and Bucky’s shared apartment in New York. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day. Or to be exact: 0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 0 days, 12 hours, 37 minutes, and 14…13…12 seconds remained. That meant tomorrow after lunch.

“Nervous?” Bucky asked, poking his head into Steve’s room.

“You think?” Steve chuckled softly. He pointed to the outfit hanging on the knob of his dresser. It was a light blue polo shirt and khakis with a pair of nice brown dress shoes. “Too dressy? Should I go casual?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be dressed up just as much, if not more, than you.” Bucky assured him. He pulled out his phone and checked the weather for the next day. “Should be nice and sunny.”



“Do you think she’ll be okay with…me? You know, being the way I am?”

“She’s your soulmate, Stevie. She doesn’t have a choice.” He laughed. Steve went quiet, suddenly very serious. “Steve, lighten up. Of course she’ll love you. Who wouldn’t?”

“What if she’s taller than me? What if she doesn’t find me? What if we miss eachother?”

“Don’t worry about it, Steve.” Bucky smiled. “She’ll love you. I know it.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. He laid down in his bed. “Night Buck.”

“Get some sleep, punk. God knows you’re going to need it,”


Steve didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. Every time he dozed off, he ended up having a nightmare about how horribly things could go the next day. When he finally got out of bed, he drank three cups of coffee to wake him up and then brushed his teeth four times to make sure his breath was minty and fresh.


“Buck, I can’t breathe.” Steve sighed, his heart racing. He checked the timer on his wrist. There was only an hour left.

“We’re going to the park. That’s the best place to meet people. Right on the bridge. Real romantic.” Bucky said. “Plus, it’s a nice day.”

“Okay,” he nodded. The park wasn’t that far away. Only a short walk. They could get there in no time. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.”

“You can’t be late. She’s your soulmate.”

“I know,” he nodded. “I know.”


“(Y/N), you’re going to be fine,” your best friend, Sarah, told you for the fortieth time. You were strolling through the park, waiting in bated breath for your timer to run out. 5 minutes. You had five minutes. Your heart raced at the speed of light, and you felt like you might pass out. You were wearing a dress, a cute short lacy blue dress and black flats. Your hair was curled, thanks to Sarah, and your makeup was perfect.

“He’s going to love you.” she reassured you, rubbing your back. “I’ll wait for you over there by that tree,” she pointed to the tree near the base of the bridge. “And good luck. But it’s not like you’ll need it.”

Sarah walked away, her long curly red hair bouncing with every step. You glanced at your wrist, staring at the glowing numbers. You got chills. Any minute now.


Steve looked up to the bridge and swallowed nervously. He adjusted his collar and gripped the bouquet of flowers he had brought tight. A red-haired girl sitting under a tree looked up from her book.

“Are you here to meet a soulmate?” she asked excitedly. Steve nodded nervously. Bucky smiled softly. “My friend (Y/N)’s up there on the bridge. She only has a few minutes left.”

“So does he,” Bucky nudged him forward. “Go on, buddy.”

“O-okay,” he nodded and started walking towards you hesitantly. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He was shaking, blushing, nervous. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not now.

Once he was standing beside you, he tapped your shoulder. In that instant, both of your timers dinged together as they reached zero simultaneously.

“H-hi,” you greeted shyly, smiling brightly as you met his eyes. He smiled back.

“I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” He introduced.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied. He held out his hand to shake yours but you pulled him into a hug instead, holding him tightly. His eyes widened, not expecting to be accepted by you so quickly, but he embraced you nonetheless, his heart racing. “I was worried I would never meet you,” You admitted, beginning to cry tears of relief. “So, so worried something would go wrong. I didn’t get a minute of sleep last night.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted softly, burying his head in your hair. He couldn’t believe you were here. He couldn’t believe you were real and in his arms and so soft and warm. He held onto you like he would never get another chance. “I can’t believe you’re real. And you’re so, so beautiful,”

“Thank you,” You smiled, still not letting go. “Can I just hug you forever?”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Come on, lovebirds,” Bucky called from the tree. “Do you want to go out for lunch, or what?”

“That’s Bucky,” Steve explained. You finally stopped hugging him and just took a good long look at him. He was adorable. You didn’t care that he was kind of short or kind of skinny. He was your soulmate, and there was no one on earth you’d rather spend the rest of your life with.

Hello Detective Chapter 54 (Sherlock imagine)

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The two of you rode the elevator down to the lab for Q to prep you for your case.

“Ah, hello you must be our new 009!” A man younger than what you expected greeted the two of you once the elevator door opened.

“Yes, Y/N Gregson.” You smiled.

“Before we get down to the details of your next mission, I’ll need you both to roll up your left sleeve. Just a tracking device, needs to be implanted. M insisted on it after Miami.” Q said, looking to Bass.

“He still mad about that?” Bass asked.

“Just need to keep an eye on you.” Q smiled.

“What happened in Miami?” You asked as the tracking device was injected into your arm.

“007 stopped a bomb from destroying a Skyfleet prototype that was being unveiled.” Q answered.

“Why would someone want to destroy it?” You asked.

“When they analyzed the stock market after 9/11, the CIA discovered a massive shorting of airline stocks. When the stocks hit bottom on 9/12 someone made a fortune.” Q explained.

“So the same thing was supposed to happen with Skyfleet stock. I’m guessing that someone lost around 100 million dollars betting the wrong way. Do we know who?” You asked.

“Jesus, M wasn’t lying about you being incredibly quick. We think it’s a man known as Le Chiffre. Banker to the world’s terrorists.” Q said.

“Are we certain it’s him?” You asked.

“Well it would explain how he could set up a high-stakes poker game at Casino Royale in Montenegro. Ten players $10 million buy in, $5 million rebuy. Winner takes all.” Q said.

“Potentially $150 million. So we’ll know where he’ll be. But you don’t want him dead do you? This Le Chiffre sounds like he doesn’t have $100 million to lose.” You said.

“Has he been playing the stock market with his clients’ funds?” Bass asked, knowing the answer.

“We can’t let him win this game. If he loses, he’ll have nowhere to run. We’ll give him sanctuary in return for everything he knows. We’re putting you in the game Bass, replacing someone who was playing for a syndicate.” Q explained.

“And am I just a tag along?” You asked.

“You’re to keep him out of trouble, learn the ropes, and work as a team.” Q explained, much to Bass’ displeased look.

The two of you were on a train to Montenegro.

“Where exactly is the money coming from?” You asked.

“The treasury will wire it into my account at Montenegro.” Bass explained.

“I suppose you’ve realized that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism.” You quipped. He smirked but didn’t reply.

“I’ve never played poker.” You confessed. “I suppose it’s just a matter of probability and odds. You play the man across from you, not the cards in your hand. I think I’d quite like the game.”

“You’re good at reading people?” He asked.

“You already know that. You’ve read the blog haven’t you?” You rolled your eyes.

“Riveting stuff. Though it’s abnormal for a police officer to upgrade to a double-0, you must have connections. Friends in high places.” He said, waiting for you to confirm his suspicions.

“I’ve gotten to where I am because I’m good at what I do. Much like you. It doesn’t matter where you come from.” You said defensively.

“I knew I liked you.” He smirked.

“Really? That’s surprising since you consider women disposable pleasures instead of meaningful pursuits. Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side Mr. Bass, and I hate losing.” You said. “Your charm may work on every other woman in this planet, but it won’t work on me.”

He only smirked and nodded, he loved a challenge. He didn’t know how truly broken you were, and that no one alive could fix you.

Your train arrived in Montenegro and a car was waiting to take the two of you to the hotel. A contact slipped Charles an envelop before he joined you in the cab. You raised your eyebrow as he opened in on the drive.

“It’s just last-minute details.” He said, while reading it. “Apparently we’re very much in love.”

“Do you usually leave it to porters to tell you this sort of thing?” You joked.

“Only when the romance has been necessarily brief. I’m Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler, and you’re Ms. Stephanie Broadchester.” He said casually, hiding a smirk.

“I am not.” You argued, while trying to grab the papers out of his hand.

“You’re gonna have to trust me on this. We’ve been involved for quite a while, hence the shared suite.” He smirked.

“But my family is strict Roman Catholic, so for appearances’ sake it’ll be a two-bedroom suite.” You smirked back, two can play this game.

“I do hate it when religion comes between us.” He smiled.

“Religion and a securely locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bass?” You asked.

“No, don’t worry. You’re not my type.” He answered honestly.

“Smart?” You asked.

“Single.” He answered, looking out the window as the car arrived at the hotel.

The two of you exited the car and approached the reception desk to check in.

“Welcome to the Hotel Splendid. Your name, sir?” The receptionist from the five-star hotel asked.

“Charles Bass. You’ll find the reservation under Beech.” He spoke, arrogantly blowing your cover instantly. Had he no respect for protocol or espionage?

You stormed off the to elevator, leaving him to check in.

“Very funny.” You said, “No wonder M thinks you need a babysitter.”

“Look, if Le Chiffre is that well-connected, he knows who I am and where the money’s coming from. Which means he’s decided to play me anyway. So he’s either desperate or he’s overly confident, but either way, that tells me something about him. And all he gets in return is a name he already has.” Bass argued.

“And now he knows something about you. He know’s you’re reckless.” You spoke as the elevator opened and you entered, quickly hitting the close door button before your partner could enter. “Take the next one. There isn’t enough room for me and your ego.”

That afternoon the two of you met with your Treasury contact, Rene Mathis, for lunch. He was an older man with greying hair and a smooth accent. He informed you and Bass that Le Chiffre had arrived yesterday, and spend the time re-establishing old relationships.

“The chief of police and he are now quite close.” Mathis said. “He’s the one with the mustache over my left shoulder.”

You and Bass both focused your eyes on the man with two woman at his lunch table.

“That could make life difficult.” You said.

“And quite possibly shorter. He’s not a very subtle man. I thought about trying to buy his services, but we frankly couldn’t afford to outbid Le Chiffre.” He replied, and suddenly three police cars surrounded the outdoor patio and you raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“So I decided it was cheaper to supply his deputy with evidence that we were bribing the chief. It’s amazing what you can do with photoshop these days. I think your odds are improving, Mr. Bass.” He said as the police chief was arrested.

Back at the hotel you were in the washroom getting ready in a silk robe when Bass knocked on the door. He entered with a long gown on a hanger and hung it on the back of the door.

“Something you expect me to wear?” You asked.

“I need you looking fabulous. So that when you walk up behind me and kiss me on the neck, the players across from me will be thinking about your neckline and not about their cards. Do you think you can do that for me?” Charles asked.

“I’ll do my best.” You smirked smugly. He exited the room before quickly returning holding up the dinner jacket you had gotten him.

“I have a dinner jacket.” He argued.

“There are dinner jackets, and dinner jackets. This is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.” You said, returning to applying some mascara.

“How the f–” He stopped himself. “It’s tailored.”

“I sized you up the moment we met. Don’t look so surprised, I told you I’m good at what I do.” You said, and he left the room. Your smile faded and a memory of Sherlock flooded your mind. You missed being constantly outsmarted by him, it was exhausting being the smartest one the in the room with no one to talk to. Alone in the sky with no way to land, and the only man you could save you was dead.


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The Jealous Type

@sunshine51879: A Peter Pan request, if that is acceptable. I would love to see where the reader is on Neverland, and has a reaction to Peter flirting with and saying to Emma “you’ve got fire, I like fire.” Just please give a happy ending.

Warnings: none

You gritted your teeth hard. Seeing Peter with that Emma girl made you rage. You didn’t know why, though, because Emma was old. Peter would never go for someone that much older. Besides, he had you. Still, you were flaming with jealousy.

People from Storybrooke were here to save precious little Henry. You were in charge of him, since you could easily manipulate him in need be. So you babysat him while the rest of the island took care of his friends.

Though you obviously would leave Henry somewhere hidden and walk around to snoop. That’s what you did best; snooping. You would hide and sneak around, listening in on information or pranks or just anything you fell upon. That’s how you knew how Peter was speaking to the Emma girl. She was pretty, yes, but she was old. Surely Peter wouldn’t leave you for her

That is until today. Today you were with Henry, of course. But you left him at Skull Rock, specific orders from Peter. You left him there, sprinkling magic dust on him to put him into a deep slumber for now. Then you left on the little boat, making your way back to Neverland.

Getting back on the sand, you walked into the forest to find Peter. You wanted to be with him when he next approached the Storybrooke people. Only so you could glare and snarl at Emma specifically. Though you didn’t get far when you saw the infamous blonde hair that belonged to Emma. She was talking to Peter. It was your time to snoop around. Hide in the bushes and trees. All you heard was Peter say one little sentence, and that sent you over the edge.

You’ve got fire. I like fire.

You snarled. “You want fire? I’ll show you fire.” You whispered to yourself. You instantly jumped from your spot, tackling Emma. Jealousy had fully taken over your body, nothing but rage. 

Emma fought back, trying to defend yourself. You were so small but you packed a punch. Emma wasn’t prepared at all, though, thus being taken down easily. 

The two of you wrestled, shouting and screeching. There was classic hair pulling and clawing at the skin. Emma tried to block her face as you went at it. Peter only stood, watching in amusement. You always caught him by surprise. But now he had had enough.

“Alright, enough!” He waved both hands across his front, immediately separating both of you ladies. “Love, why the sudden change in behavior, hm? We have to be kind to our guests.”

You glared at Emma. Both of you were now covered in dirt and had messed up hair. A few, thin scratches were here and there as well.

“She’s trying to steal you from me!” You shouted through teeth. “She’s trying to steal you from me, and it’s working. I can’t have her take you away from me, you’re mine!”

Emma gave you a look, as if you were psychotic. Peter only chuckled one time. 

“Y/N, no one’s taking me from you. It’s all part of the game.” 

“Why would I even try to steal that demon from you? He’s a kid.” Emma spoke her mind, beyond confused.

“Shut up!” You seethed at her.

Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked at you straight in the eyes. “We’ll talk about this in a moment. Let me take care of them.”

Before you could even say anything, Peter clenched his left fist, and you disappeared. Though he only teleported you to the treehouse you guys shared. You groaned and pouted, crossing your arms. You plopped on the bed, breathing through your nose. Not long after, Peter appeared.

“What the hell, Y/N? You can’t lash out like that! It’s too soon to be doing that. You know the plan. I toy with them while you hide Henry. The Lost Boys and I tamper with them to keep them farther from Henry!”

“I overheard you flirting with her and she was trying to steal you from me! I was only trying to protect what was mine, I can’t lost you.”

You looked away from Peter, staring at the bedding. You huffed and breathed loudly, trying to hold in your anger. You were getting so angry that hot tears were forming in your eyes. 

Peter lost his rage, face softening. He walked over to you, sitting next to you. An arm wrapped around him, pulling you in. 

“Y/N, please don’t be upset, love. You’re not losing me. Do you really think I’d go after one of them? They’re no fun, especially not as fun as you.”

You still didn’t say anything.“And besides, I wasn’t flirting. I just had to get Emma fired up. She’s Henry’s mother, so of course I have to tamper with her the most.”

“I’m just scared of losing you, Peter. You’re my entire life.”

Peter squeezed you, kissing your temple. “You’re my entire life. And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Peter held you a little longer, smothering you in kisses until you smiled.

“Let’s get back to our guests, yeah?”

You nodded your head, ready to join the game.

Thranduil’s Guard 2

Words count: 1443

Warning: none

Part 2 of this PART 1

As your healing process went on, Thranduil didn’t leave your side. For some reason your healing took longer than expected, thus making Thranduil even more worried than before. You began to notice how Thranduil held you closer than needed when he helped you walk, or how he stared at you when he thought no one was looking. But you just shrugged it off as him being worried, it wasn’t until…

“I’m fine my lord honestly.” Thranduil said as he helped you walk to your room, he had his hand on your back. “I can walk on my own, just fine.”

“I think you still need help, you still haven’t recovered fully.” Thranduil insisted, before he opened the door to your room, you turned to look at your king. Thranduil’s arms moved swiftly so they were on either side of your torso.

Thranduil looked you in the eye, and just stared at you.

“W-what’s wrong my lord?” You stuttered, before regaining your composure quickly.

“I always believed that I had everything I ever needed, but it’s true what they say ‘you only know what you had when you lose it’.”

“What are you getting to my lord?”

I almost lost you y/n and I only just realized what you mean to me.”

“My lord?” You asked quite confused.

Thranduil’s hands cupped your face, your breathing increased, and you looked at your king your eyes looking at every inch of his face.

Thranduil leaned in and lightly placed his lips on yours, you just stood shocked before you pushed Thranduil away.

“MY LORD!” You exclaimed in horror.

“y/n I’m sorry if it came out of nowhere, but-”

“My lord I’m sorry this can’t happen, this is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong, I am the king.” Thranduil said taking a step towards you and you took one back.

“And I’m just a guard.”

“I don’t care.” Thranduil said desperately.

“Well, I do care!” You expressed strongly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t have anything to do with you in a romantic way.”

“I understand.” Thranduil said stiffly and left you. You closed your eyes and sighed, tears slipped from your eyes and sobs soon followed. You fell asleep crying that night, unknown to you that Thranduil heard you crying when he went to your room to apologize. He felt guilty being the reason of your crying and sadness.

Thranduil was determent to make everything go back the way it was before. So the next day you were back at your work. But you both couldn’t shake the awkward silence, and the tension that filled the room whenever you were alone.

When Thranduil got a litter saying that the war over, and the ring was destroyed. You were sent to the white city to attend the coronation of king Elessar, and bring Legolas home.

You didn’t object and left at once, with a few companions. You all carried gifts from your king to the king of me. You reached the city the day before the coronation. Legolas was waiting for you when you arrived. You smiled and slipped off of your horse and right into Legolas’ waiting arms, you laughed happily.

“Oh I missed you mellon nin(my friend).” You told Legolas as you leaned back, his arms still around you. Your palms cupped his face and you kissed his forehead. You and Legolas had a close relationship. You were almost 2000 years older than Legolas. You helped train him when you were still a part of the guard, and when you became his father’s guard you became even closer.

“I’ve missed you too, mellon nin.” Legolas said feeling at home with you by his side. “Come, Aragorn is waiting for us, he wants to meet you.”

You followed Legolas and your companions following after you carrying the gifts. You were led to a big hall where sat the soon to be king with four hobbits, a dwarf, Gandalf and a few other people.

“Aragorn meet y/n, woodland’s best warrior.” You rolled your eyes at the complement and bowed your head to the king.

“It’s a pleasure to be in your presence, my lord.” You stated.

“’Pleasure is all mine, lady y/n.” Aragorn said and you smiled. “Legolas has told us a lot about you.” You blushed a little and looked at Legolas.

“All good I hope.”

“Nothing, but good things dear y/n.” Gandalf was the one who answered you. You gave the old wizard a smile and nodded before you turned to King Elessar.

“My king sends his regards and wish of good fortune as well as his thanks for you and all who helped end this war and destroy the ring, and he has sent a few humble gifts to show his gratitude.”You said, turning into work mode.

“Tell your king I accept his gifts and hope that the Woodland realm and the kingdom of men will work together in peace now.” You nodded again. “Now I think it’s time for you and Legolas to catch up.”

“Thank you my lord.”

You and Legolas left the hall to his room, where you sat in the balcony that looked at the city under it. You talked for so long, Legolas knew that there was something going on between you and his father, but not in a good way as he had hopped.

“y/n be honest with me, what had happened between you and father?” You sighed and closed your eyes.

“We were attacked a while ago and I got hit with a poisoned sword, trying to save your father. I’m fine now.” You said when you saw the concerned look he was giving you. “For some reason it took long to heal and your father had become worried about me all the time, and one day when he was helping me to my chambers he kissed me, I pushed him away. A few words were exchanged and I rejected him.” It pained you to say those words.

“Why? I know you have feelings for my father, and you can’t deny it.” Legolas was confused.

“I know, but as I told him, he’s a king and Elven king, King of the Woodland realm. I’m just his personal guard.”

“y/n you know he cares for you as do I and as does all of elves in our kingdom.” Legolas assured you. “And you would make a wonderful queen, because someone as you deserves all the best things in this world, and you have been like a mother to me for as long as I can remember.”


“Just do as your heart says, and forget about all the other people, you and father deserve to be happy.”

You nodded and looked at Legolas before you stood up and pulled him to a hug.

“Ni meleth le Legolas.” I love you Legolas.

“Ni meleth le y/n.” I love you y/n.


A week after the coronation, you Legolas and your companions made your way back home, it didn’t take you long to each your kingdom. When you reached the gates of the castle you all dismounted your horses. Thranduil was waiting for your return. He embraced Legolas, showing a rare emotion to the elves around you, but to you that used to be a normal thing. Your conversation with Legolas kept playing in your head. You shook your head and walked to the garden, and you slipped from the scene, your eyes met your king.

You sat on the wooden bench for a while. Your sensitive ears head the light footsteps coming your way.

“Legolas tells me that you wanted to talk with me.” Thranduil said his voice sending chills all over your body. You stood and turned to look at him, you were nervous and you can tell that Thranduil knew you were.

“Yes, Legolas and I had a talk in the white city and…” You didn’t know what to say, you were looking everywhere but him. Thranduil watched you for a moment as walked up to you and raised your chin.

“Tell me what you wanted to say.” Thranduil said softly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I ignored you and my heart and my feeling. And I’m so sorry. But I go care for you Thranduil I care for you deeply.” You stated and a tear left your eyes. Thranduil leaned down and kissed it away, before slowly turning so his lips were hovering over yours. You leaned up and closed the distance between you two. You kissed him deeply, Thranduil wrapped his arms around you and held you close, you smiled in the kiss, before pulling away. You rested your forehead on Thranduil’s.

“My future queen.”

The End Of Infinity - Owen Hunt

Hi! Can you do an Owen Hunt imagine where you don’t know each other, but you both are in a support group for PTSD, his obviously from the war and y/n’s maybe from something she experienced as a child and you end up talking after the group and yeah :) if you’re comfortable doing it, thanks!

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back (and 1 year older). Here’s one of many imagines that are on their way!

“This is Y/N.” Your friend introduced you. She had been coming to a support group for PTSD and she convinced you to go too. She knew all about your personal trauma. The things you went through. You smiled shyly at the rest of the members. You didn’t exactly want to show up. You made eye contact with a few of the members of the group, lingering on a redheaded man in the corner.

“Welcome, Y/N.” The leader of the group smiled at you. “Please introduce yourself.” He prodded. You knew what he meant. He and the group wanted to know why you had PTSD. You swallowed the lump in your throat and opened your mouth to answer.

“I-I… Um… I had a-I was hur-abused by my parents when I was-uh- young.” You spoke quietly. Of course, that wasn’t the whole story but it was what they were going to hear for now. All eyes were on you. The leader smiled again, prompting you to continue. Your friend patted you on the shoulder, also urging you to keep going.

“Okay, Y/N. Let’s continue.” The group went through their biggest concerns with PTSD. You stayed silent. You didn’t want to say anything else. The man you were watching earlier crept back into your mind. Again. You glanced at him briefly, only to see his eyes looking into yours. You stared at each other for several minutes. Nothing else seemed to matter. He flashed you a smile and you turned your attention to your friend, who was trying to get your attention.

“Participate.” She seethed suddenly. Sighing, you raised your hand to talk again. Everyone waited for you to speak. They seemed almost eager to hear what you had to say. You cleared your throat.

 "I-uh- I’m a nurse.“ You said, feeling a little stupid afterwards. You quickly went on. "My dad used to beat my mother and my older sister and force them to do drugs. He-He tried to do the same to me when I was old enough and-and I-uh…” You paused, trying to keep it together. “I shot him.” You weren’t proud of it. It wasn’t something that you enjoyed talking about either. When you started having nightmares and flashbacks about it on a daily basis, you knew you needed help. Your friend rubbed your shoulder, showing you sympathy.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for today. We’re gonna meet back here, same time next week.” The leader spoke. You got your things together and practically ran out of the room.

“Hey, Y/N!” Someone called. The guy. He stood in front of you, smiling warmly. “Owen Hunt.” He introduced suddenly, offering you his hand. You smiled back at him, a little embarrassed.

“I’m Y/N.” You paused again. “But you already knew that because you said it when you called for me and I said it in the meeting when I introduced myself….” You rambled on. Owen didn’t stop you. He knew that sometimes that’s just what people did. Plus, he thought it was cute. “So what-uh- brings you to these kind of things?” You asked, the question possibly a little more personal than you expected. Owen was slightly taken aback but he answered anyway.

“I was in Iraq during the war.” He explained. You nodded, understanding. “I’m a trauma surgeon.” Upon hearing this, your eyes lit up.

“You don’t happen to know Teddy Altman by any chance, do you?” You asked, hope in your voice. Owen nodded. He knew her well. “She’s my best friend. I met her during my court date.” You smiled shyly again. Owen nodded, trying to be there for you. It was silent and Owen was trying to find something to say.

“She-uh-She works at the same hospital that I work at. You could visit her sometime.” Owen suggested. He hoped that you wouldn’t just visit the hospital for Teddy. Part of him hoped that you’d visit him too.

“I’d love to. Just tell me where and I’ll be there tomorrow.” You listened as Owen gave you the address of the hospital that everyone seemed to work at. You hugged him right before you left the area. “Bye Owen.” You spoke softly as you walked the short distance to your car. Owen watched you drive away. He looked forward to seeing you at the hospital. He really did.


‘Can you help me with this?’ Hershel’s voice caught you off guard. You paused in your journey to the door, to where Daryl was waiting for you to go on a run.

‘Can’t Carl?’ you asked, looking around worriedly, knowing that it was only a few hours away from night-time. You didn’t want to get caught outside.

‘Please, (Y/n),’ he insisted.

With a sigh you went. When you arrived at his side you could see the concern behind his eyes, saw the deep set frown that you were used to seeing on your own parents’ faces when you snuck in late.

‘It’s going to be fine,’ you assured him, moving to hold the medical bag that he had offered out for you. ‘I promise. I’ll stay safe and –’

‘I’m allowed to worry about you out there,’ he interrupted, and you saw that worry, the flicker of fear behind his eyes.

You moved to give him a quick hug. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll stay safe. Promise.’ You gave his shoulder a squeeze before rushing off again, glad that he was trying to look out for you, determined to protect him and those that you called your family.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners; I just found them on Google (added the links in the captions).

Wake Up Call

Series: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Newt x Reader

A/N: So this was my first EVER imagine! Ahhhhhhjshdkahl I’ve got a long story in the works (basically a self-insert of me in tmr ngl hahaha) but I’m still ironing things out so I decided to practice with an imagine! This is just real simple and cute I guess? I tried haha! Hope you like it! Tell me if it needs improvement or if you want more or something??? idk lol x

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BTS drunk confession + next morning (Hyung line)

I totally forgot to post dis, omg, I have this one done since I did the maknae line, I am way too much sorry 😬

I would love to receive some requests, send them if u like to the Ask me Anything or in the comments.

Maknae line here


Good for You

Originally posted by claracivry

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Good for You

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Imagine when Warren is a player bad boy but falls for reader with a physical mutation and desperately tries to change his ways in order to win over the reader’s heart.

Note: Awwwwwwwww that’s precious. Reader has an aquatic mutation, meaning she’s a mermaid, but like full-time.

Warnings: None?

Scott caught Warren staring at you from afar. Again. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Dude, (Y/N) doesn’t like bad boys.”

“What? What are you talking about?” he asked innocently, eyes snapping away from you.

“She’d rather have someone sweep her off her feet- er, tail.” Scott continued. Warren’s eyes drifted back to you. No wonder you had turned him down every time he had asked you out. Of course, you thought he was hot, but you knew his reputation. Warren Worthington III was a player. Always had been, always would be. As soon as he got bored, he would just leave you for someone better.

“How do I change her mind?”

“Bro, I don’t think you can.”

“We’ll see about that.”


Over the course of the next few months, Warren made an effort to better himself. He started doing his homework, raising his hand in class, helping people who needed it. He hadn’t had any girls over or asked anyone out, not even you. He started playing with the younger mutants and being nicer to everyone.

When he thought he was ready, he approached you, walking over to where oyu were sitting in your wheelchair. A full-time tail didn’t give you much mobility, so while Hank was working on a serum to give you legs at least temporarily, you were stuck this way, not that you minded.

“Hey (Y/N),” He sat at the table in front of you, his large wings folding behind him.

“Oh, hey Warren.” You greeted with a smile. He was dressed up for something, that much was obvious. You had never seen him in a suit before, but you couldn’t deny that he looked good. “What’s the special occasion?”

“You are,” he smirked charmingly. You didn’t look convinced, but then he pulled a large bouquet of roses out of his basket. A picnic basket. He laid them in your arms gently. “I know that maybe I didn’t give the greatest first impression, and I was kind of a player, but…I really like you. A lot. And I promise that if you give me a chance, I won’t need anyone else to be happy. All I need is you.”

“You mean it?” you asked with an impressed smile. He nodded, sincerity in his blue eyes.

“So will you go out with me?”

“Yes.” you nodded. “I will. As long as you’re okay with swimming dates, that is.”

“Anything for you.” he nodded.

“Come here.” you beckoned him closer, and he couldn’t help but oblige. He knelt down in front of your chair, taking both of your hands in his, and kissing the soft skin on the back of each. You took his face in your hands, pulling his lips to yours, and in the instant that they met, Warren’s wings flew open, shocked in the best possible way.

“How about I take you to the pool now?” Warren mumbled against your lips.

“I think that’s a good idea.”


Arms wrapped around you from behind and you see the words ‘I must  respect the head mistress’ scarred on the top of the left hand, and you realise it’s Fred. You wriggle out of his grip and walk into the great hall. “Oh, come on. It’s been a week and I’ve said sorry more times than I have breathed! What do you want me to do?” He groaned.
“Leave me alone, Weasley.”
“Ouch, don’t last name me, we are on more than a first name basis.” You rolled your eyes and sat down next to Ginny on the Gryffindor table. “Girls are so complicated.” He mumbled to his twin.
“No we’re not, you’re just stupid. Putting a Nosebleed Nougat in her drink was cruel.” Ginny said, making you thankful that she sided with you.
“You can’t be grumpy at me forever (Y/N)!”
“I can try.”

In the middle of the feast Fred stood up on the bench. “What are you doing? Get down or you’ll fall!” You yelled at him.
“Are you going to accept my apology?” He asked.
“No, but breaking your neck for me is just stupid! Get down!” People were starting to stare and McGonagall was looking over with interest.
“ I’m sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry you’re blue,” He started singing, very loudly.
“I’m sorry about all things I said to you,”
“Fred get down everyones staring!”
“And I know I can’t take it back,”
“Fred stop-”
“I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds, and baby the way you make my world go round.”
“Fred-” The whole school was watching at this point, including all of the teachers.
“And I just wanted to say I’m sorry.  This time I-”
“Really really?”
“God dammit Freddie just get down!” You yelled, pulling at his arm for him to sit on the bench. Dumbledore starting clapping, causing the rest of the hall to burst into applause, George being the loudest and adding wolf whistling. Fred stood again to bow and sat back down, giving you an over dramatic wink. You groaned and hid your face in his chest. “You’ll be the death of me, Fred Weasley.”

(The song is ‘Sorry’ by Buckcherry.)