it would be a fine proposition

Model Sessions (m)

“You’re such a masterpiece… a masterpiece I want to get a taste of.”

Synopsis: Your nude modeling portfolios are due in a few days and, with all your sketches an absolute mess, Namjoon offers to help; though, his idea of aiding your lack of skill is different that what you thought…


Pairing: Namjoon x Reader // artist!au

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 6.7k

Includes: Blowjobs & fingering ,’:^)

A/N: my friend and i had a talk abt her nude modeling portfolio, then with my thirst for joonie, this spiraled out

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“I tell you, we will have the finest furniture in all of Ferelden.”

He had to admit he had zoned out of much of the chatter as they drank. Pointless small talk about drapery, and carpets and-

“Particularly the desks.”

“Oh, the desks are good, so I hear.”

“Sturdy is what I have heard.”

“Mh. Well, Cullen has the largest out of us all…desk that is. Perhaps we should ask for his consideration?”

He glanced up, suddenly aware of a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. “It’s, er…a desk? A fine desk? No complaints.”

“But Commander, do tell.” Dorian’s smirk grew to a positively mammoth grin, curling at the edges as he leant forward. “Tell us your thoughts on just how sturdy a desk should be.”

And he froze. 

Maker, how could they possibly know…

He couldn’t help the colour that had started to rush to his cheeks, deliberately refusing to meet the eyes he knew were locked on him, awaiting his response. A quick, sideways glance to Dorian once more confirmed his worst fears - the smug bastard knew.

Andraste, preserve me.

“You’ve gone a very adorable shade of magenta, Commander. Something you’d like to impart upon us?”

“N-No!” He managed to splutter, forcing himself to look at the assembled parties around him. “I have n-no idea what you are…to suggest…nonsense!”

“Really?” Bull’s deep voice cut in. “I heard some most interesting news floating around camp this week.”

“Did you really? Why, I wonder if it was the same news that managed to reach my ears too?”

There was a chorus of sniggering, and Cullen began to twitch, starting to rise to his feet.

“I should really get back to-“

Bull’s hand on his back caught his armour, pushing him back down in his seat. “No, no, Commander. Five more minutes. Indulge us.”

“Would someone like to tell me what I am missing here?” Cassandra was staring over her flagon, an eyebrow raised, and Dorian’s shit-eating grin grew wider.

“Yeah, Curly. It’s rude to leave the lady out of our discussion.” Of course Varric would be supporting this.

“I do not think it is gossip that the Lady Seeker would be even remotely interested in!”

Gossip? Are you saying there is no truth to it, Commander?” Smug bastard.

“Would someone care to explain to what exactly is going on?” Cassandra’s patience was wearing thin.

“My Lady Seeker, we were simply passing through the barracks earlier this week when we happened upon some interesting information. A scout by the name of Jim-“

Jim?!”  That damned scout. He would swing him from the tower when he saw him next.

“Happened to be passing along the ramparts when he saw a most flabbergasting proposition…Imagine, the dear Commander and the Herald of Andraste…testing out the very limits of our fine desks…”

“Perhaps that is why…“ Holy preserve him, not Josephine too. “There was a most interesting comment from our dear Inquisitor, enquiring as to why Commander Rutherford had a very large hole in the roof of his personal quarters that had not been repaired.”

There was silence, and Cullen wholeheartedly agreed that if a rift were to open above him, and a demon to seize him, he would have gone willingly into the Void.

“Curly? Anything to add to that, or have we got the story covered? I do like to be thorough. Remember, the Maker is watching and knows your heart, and all that jazz, so no lying.”

He saw the dawn in Cassandra’s eyes as they shifted to him, and he felt the sweat on his palms under her scrutiny. Maker, he hadn’t been this embarrassed since he was a mere boy, and damned Mia had told his parents about…

You and the Inquisitor?”

It was a fruitless endeavour to continue to pretend now, and he gave in with a heaving sigh, mumbling into his flagon as he drained it.

Sweet Maker, I need more wine.”

The table erupted into a roar of laughter and shouts, and he laid his head against the table, burying it beneath an armoured arm, Dorian’s slap to the back stinging even through the armour.

It was going to be a long, long night.

  • Penny: Hello friends! I wish to proposition you all to a new form of gathering I have just recently heard of from some of the guards!
  • Jaune: Uh, that's fine we-
  • Ruby: Would love to!
  • All: (glare at Ruby)
  • Ruby: (whispering) She can crush our hands with her forefingers, don't test her!
  • Yang: Er, so what kind of... Gathering?
  • Penny: I believe it was called an orgy! Though I am not privy to what that means yet! I cannot wait to discover it with you all!
  • All: (Shocked silence)
  • Jaune: Fuck it, I'm down.
  • Ruby: Same.
  • Pyrrha: I'll do it if Jaune is!
  • Nora: I've always wanted to have sex with a washing machine!
  • Yang: The more the merrier, right?
  • Weiss: Well, you know the saying...
  • Blake: If you can't beat em...
  • Ren: Christ Almighty, you're all pathetic.

Originally posted by midqueenally

*has not been proof read yet, sorry for the wait! * x

“Come on sweetheart; don’t give me the silent treatment!” Negan pleaded with you, sitting with your arms crossed and gazing out of the window. You continued to look out of the window, knowing you have to stand your ground firmly to get Negan to understand. “Did you hear something Carl? I swear I heard something, I just don’t know what it is.” You commented, making Carl roll his eyes. Sat between Negan and his sister was proving to be the most uncomfortable situation he had found himself in, it was bad enough he had to sit next to the man he tried to shoot less than two hours ago but it was made even worse because of the argument going on. “Y/N, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He tried to reason with his sister but was brought to a halt when she snapped around to look at him. “No Carl, he shouldn’t have said what he said and he knows that.” Briefly looking towards Negan, and then turning back to the window. “I said I was sorry to the kid Y/N! What more can I do, wife?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his ignorance. “Not say it in the first place, husband.” Now it was time for Negan to roll his eyes.

“Against the grain, kid… always against the grain.” Negan lowly laughed, dragging the razor across his skin. You stood behind him, Carl and Judith watching Negan intensely. Carl already felt uncomfortable with Negan being around his baby sister, feeling like he needed to be alert in case he tried anything. “Darlin’, pass me that towel.” Negan held his arm out, palm open waiting to receive the white towel from his wife. You picked up the towel off the rack, walking towards your husband; you pulled him around to face you. You began to pat dry his face, making sure to get the left over water and shaving cream. “You done being mad at me, sweetheart?” He asked a smirk present on his lips. You looked into his eyes, small smile on your face. “Now, how can I stay mad at that face.” You teased, caressing his face with your hand, giving a small squeeze. “Back in the good books kid, looks like sex is not off the table tonight.” He lowly chuckled, looking over at Carl. You wished he wouldn’t be so vulgar in front of your family. Carl picked up Judith, taking her to the kitchen to watch over the pasta that was cooking. “I’m going to miss your beard.” You sighed, eyes trailing over where it used to be. “I had to shave that shit, baby.” You ran your hands around his shoulders, joining them together at his neck. “That’s unfortunate, I loved the way it felt scraping my thighs.” You smirked, giving him a kiss before walking out of the bathroom. Negan watched you as you walked away, hips moving from side to side. “Control yourself.”

“Damn, that smells good. Baby, come and taste this.” Negan heavily sniffed the air, taking in the aroma of the bolognaise cooking. He took the wooden utensil out of the pan, holding it up with the sauce in the spoon, turning towards you. He raised the spoon, towards your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the spoon, tasting the red sauce. “You never told me you could cook Negan.” You questioned, crossing your arms across your chest. He chuckled, scooping up a second spoonful, sliding over to Carl. “Want a taste?” Carl stared up at him, a light scowl on his face, continuing to set the table. Negan continued to look at him, laughing, taking a taste for himself.

You all sat around the table, Olivia sat with Judith on her lap, Negan sat at the opposite you with Carl at the side of you. Negan began to tap his fingertips on the table, obviously becoming restless with waiting for dad. “I’m not waiting for your dad anymore; I don’t know where the hell he is but…” He announced, placing Lucille upright on a chair. “Lucille is hungry. Not only that, my girl is eating for two. She can’t be waiting around for her daddy. Well, her father anyway” Negan snatched the napkin off the table tucking it into the inside of his shirt, getting ready to eat with you blushing at his comment. “Carl, pass the rolls.” He asked, turning his head to look at Carl as he didn’t make a move. “Please.” He said, sounding forced. Carl looked towards you; you raised your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders. Carl picked up the rolls, passing them over to a smug looking Negan. 

You watched Negan outside from the window, talking to a man in a grey thin jumper. Arat was stood guarding the front of the house, just below the stairs. You had no clue what was going on, when you felt a presence come at the side of you. “Why do you love him?” you heard the voice say, recognizing it as Olivia. You turned your head to her, with a puzzled look on your face. “And what makes you think you can question me about that?” You replied bluntly, annoyed this woman clearly judging your relationship with Negan. “After everything he’s done to us, your dad and brother? How could you?” You walked towards her, Olivia backing up a little in fear. “You want to know why? I’ll tell you. Because ever since this world went to shit, he has protected me, my dad sent me away. Making me choose between my husband and my family. That showed me he didn’t fully care, Negan supports me and our child. Sure, he treats you like shit but that is not my problem, you wouldn’t understand his reasons and I don’t expect you to Olivia. But don’t you ever question me and my husband’s relationship.” You backed up from her, walking outside to the porch of the house.

“Only thing missing is a pool table, nothing better than a good game of 8 ball.” You heard Negan proclaim, with a small glass of whiskey in his hands. You moved towards him, placing yourself behind the rocking chair he was sat on. “Hey baby, Spencer I’d like you to meet Y/N, my beautiful wife.” He said, as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He brought you hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to it before turning back to his conversation.  Spencer pointed over to another house opposite the one you were at. “House across the street has one in the garage.” Negan smirked, raising his eyebrows. “Oh Spencer, you may just be my new best friend.” Spencer smiled genuinely at Negan but you knew better. He was naive, thinking Negan actually had friends. “Such a nice day though, too nice to be cooped up in some garage, don’t you think? Oh, I got a better idea.” He exclaimed, standing up taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair. 

You knew there was a reason Spencer wanted to talk to Negan, and it was Rick. He claimed Rick to have a big ego, saying his mom used to be the leader of Alexandria before your dad came along. Spencer wanted to become the leader, follow in his mother’s footsteps. Residents of Alexandria began to gather around the pool table Negan had moved into the street, watching the game between Negan and Spencer. You normally could tell what Negan was thinking or plan out his movements but he was unreadable. You didn’t know what game he was playing, if he would actually take Spencer’s proposition into consideration. “You know, I’m thinking, Spencer. I’m thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts but he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don’t hurt any of the fine people that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes guts.” Negan explained, taking another shot with the cue then placing it down on the table.

“And then there’s you. The guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work, so he could take Rick’s place. So I got to ask – if you wanna take over, why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?” Your eyes wondered over Spencer, is that what he had wanted to achieve? To get Negan to kill your dad off, so he could take back control of this place, Spencer looked at Negan in disbelief. “What? No, no.” He denied, looking worried and confused. “You know what I’m thinking? ’Cause I have a guess.” Negan was inches away from Spencer’s face, looking him in the eyes. “It’s because you got no guts.” He whispered, pulling out his machete plunging it into Spencer’s torso. You heard gasps and cries coming from the Alexandrians, you in a state of shock yourself. No matter how long you had been with him, you still felt that sinking feeling coming to terms with this side of Negan. The cold, heartless side, always making you doubt your relationship with this man a little. “Ohh. How embarrassing. There they are. They were inside you the whole time! You did have guts.” Negan joked as blood dribbled out of Spencer’s mouth, him holding his organs in his hands.  “I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life! Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up. Oh. Anyone want to finish the game? C'mon, sweetheart how about you.” Negan pointed over to you. “Now come on baby, don’t get soft on me! It’s just a little guts and blood, don’t be scared. I was winning as well!” He cooed, you stood in your position, not being able to move. You looked over at a young woman with brown hair, noticing her shaking with anger, staring at Spencer’s body with a rage in her eyes.

A gunshot went off; you immediately tackled this woman to the ground, shoving the barrel of your gun into her neck. “Shit! What the shit?! Shit! You just – You tried to kill me?! You shot Lucille!” you heard Negan going off at her, while all she did is stare at you. “You try and kill my husband, right in front of me?! The father of my child?!” Negan walked over to the bullet, examining it. “What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here. Baby, move that gun up on that girl’s face.” You did as he asked, breathing heavily while your heart was racing. “Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?!” he roared, staring down at the girl. “Unless, Unless you tell me who made this.” She looked towards your husband. “It was me. I made it.” She tried to get Negan to believe her, but you knew he was too smart for her.

“You see, now I just think you’re lying. And you lying to me now?! Such a shame. My wife’s going to have to put a bullet into that empty head of yours.

Now I don’t usually comment on Game of Thrones stuff. I just usually reblog gif sets and watch the show (I would read the books but the multiple POV’s one after the other bugs the shit out of me). However recently while going through some of the tags I’ve noticed a ship war going on between Jonerys shippers and Jonsa shippers. Now while I don’t care for the ship war itself, there is one thing that I’ve seen that has bugged me greatly. Before I say what, I’d just like to point out I’m talking about Show Jon and not Book Jon, so don’t come at me with stuff from the books because that is not what I’m talking about. Also there is POSSIBLE SPOILERS in this post to do with Season 7 of the show, so back out now if you don’t want to see them (though this will be tagged with spoilers).

Right, so with ship wars they usually happen because some people who ship one ship don’t want the other to happen in canon because it would stop their ship from happening in canon instead (whether or not the ship is logical). Now during these things people usually change characters to fit their narrative and to a certain extent this is what has happened with Jon. So with spoilers trickling in for Season 7, there has been one that has popped up where supposedly Jon and Dany get it on. Now while we don’t have really any details about this (unless there are then send them my way and I’ll edit this to account for them), there are people who are taking this to mean that Jon and Dany just hook up with no meaning to it other than lust.

This is where I have a bone to pick because Jon in the show isn’t a character who hooks up with anyone just for the sake of hooking up or getting his rocks off. As shown in the shown in the show he’s either worried about it because he doesn’t want to create another bastard for the world to hate like he tells Sam in Season 1 or he doesn’t want it at all like in Season 5 when Melisandre propositions him because he’s still in love with Ygritte even though she’s dead.

Now I’d like to point out that don’t ship either of these ships and while I would prefer one happening over the other, in the end it doesn’t matter. I understand Jonsa shippers not wanting Jonerys to happen, that’s perfectly fine (same with Jonerys shippers). However could you not throw Jon’s character (or any of their characters for that matter) under a bus while you do it. It’s perfectly acceptable to not want Jonerys to happen but to say that you want this scene (if it happens) to be “just a hook up” is basically like saying you want a key trait of his character to be killed off just because of a ship (same with Dany to a certain extent).

So while I’m not saying that you can’t ship what you like, I’m just saying that if this scene does happen in that show it most likely won’t be “just a hook up” because that isn’t Jon’s character in the show, he’s never had just a hook up. So if you want to ship Jonsa, ship Jonsa. If want to ship Jonerys, ship Jonerys. Just don’t hope that a character trait of any of the three characters gets killed off because it’s conducive to your ship.

P.S: This isn’t hate by the way, just something I wished to point out.

la douleur exquise (4)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9


I’ve always known that Baekhyun was a good guy, having spoken to him multiple times before. He struck me as the type that you could just tell everything to and I felt comfortable around him. I was a bit hesitant at the beginning when he asked me to join him for dinner, but Jay persuaded me to go instead, postponing our earlier plans for another night. Part of me was really happy for that. Spending time with Baekhyun made me forget everything that happened today and I felt very thankful for his presence.

I was very shocked earlier today when he told me that he was aware of the past that Sehun and I had, after all I was really hell-bent on keeping the whole thing quiet. He doesn’t know much of what happened, and he assured me that nobody else knows of this which made me feel a bit better. 

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For @asshatry. If you want more (smut/no smut), just let me know! 😘

   Good fuckity fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this, that you are doing things to me that I haven’t fucking felt since before the world’s end.

 Babe, you amaze me. We come into your community ready to take charge, and you, you wouldn’t have none of that.

 “Excuse me, can I help you gentlemen”  You were standing there, at the front gate, one hand on your hip, other on a Ruger.

 You looked delicate, sweet, innocent. Goddamn if I wasn’t totally off the fucking mark.

 “Well, well, you are migh-ty sweet, doll! Can you take me to the man in charge?” I gave you my infamous lip-lick wink.

 You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “That would be me, the woman in charge. What do you want with me?”

“Woohoo, doll! You have certainly have a pair of beach ball sized lady nuts!”

  We soon came to an agreement between our communities that we both fucking agreed on. I might have made a few concessions, I mean, babe, mm-hmm. But when I suggested we might seal the deal with a bit of fuckity lovin’ fun…

 “Excuse me? Did you just proposition me? I believe you have a harem, correct?”

 “Well, darlin’, I do, in fact, have wives, but it’s the apocalypse, and Jesus doll, you are fucking fine! The things we could do to…”

  Holy fuck! No quicker than I had those words out of my mouth, you had your pistol pointed right at my fucking dick! Jesus, babe!

 I think that’s when I realized the fucking feelings I had for you. I had never met a woman like you, even before the end. Yes, I knew many assertive, strong women, including my sweet Lucille. But you, you are something different. Sugar and sweet. Hot and cold. Night and day, you get the point.

 I’ve talked to a few of your people, some of the other communities you’ve worked with. Every one say the same thing. You, are a force to be reckoned with. You rule with an iron fist and a kind heart. Something I would never be accused of.

 So, I’m coming to you darling, with a proposition. Come, rule my kingdom with me. Be my queen, be my fucking partner in crime. I love you. Yep, I said it. It’s more than just your fucking super hot body. It’s more than your fuck you attitude. It’s what you make me feel when we’re together, or fuck, even when we’re apart.

 I want to know everything about you. I want to explore your mind. And God! Good God how I want to fucking explore that body of yours. Every inch, head to toe, and every sexy hot inch in-between. Hmm, I’m fucking hard as steel just thinking of you.

 And I promise, it will be just you, just me, both physically and emotionally. I know my word might not mean much, but trust me babe, you are what I want for today, tomorrow and forever.

I’m fucking crazy for you doll.


First One - Klaus Mikaelson

You were a werewolf in Mystic Falls, this was common knowledge. You had broken the curse when you were sixteen after drinking and driving, and it would haunt you for the rest of your days.

You weren’t the greatest friends with Elena and all her friends, but they looked out for you, the same way you looked out for them. So when the feared Niklaus Mikaelson came to town, they told you to stay away from him.

After he had broken his curse, Klaus left town to create his hybrids. However, he made one stop before he did so. Your house.

He had seen you around quite often, and thought you were very alluring. You were not an ordinary werewolf, not having the same temper and violent genes. Instead, you were quite calm and relaxed.

When he knocked on your door, you had been in the middle of making yourself supper. you immediately stopped, wiping your hands on a towel before going to answer the door.

You were quite shocked to see the hybrid standing outside your door, and even more shocked to see him raise his head in a nervous smile at you. “Hello, Y/N,” he said in a thick accent. “How are you?”

“What are you doing here Klaus?” you asked, nervous at his sudden appearance at your house. You had never talked to him before, but you had heard of all the things he had done, so you had every reason to be nervous.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he said. “And I give you my word that if it isn’t something you are interested in, I will leave now and never ask you again.”

“Okay,” you whispered, unsure what he was doing. “Do you want to come in?”

He smiled at your offer, nodding. He stepped past you, and when you closed the door, he was looking down at you hopefully. “Y/N, I want you to become a hybrid with me.”

You were shocked at his proposition. In reality, becoming a hybrid was all that you wanted. You wouldn’t have to turn unless you wanted to, you would be the most powerful creature on earth, you could live forever. It was something that sounded very appealing to you.

“Yes,” you blurted out immediately. “I want to become a hybrid.”

Klaus smiled, sighing as his nervousness slipped away. “You will have to feed on my blood, then die with it in your system,” he told you. “You’re fine with that?”

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly. “Right now?”

Klaus chuckled. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” But he bit into his wrist all the same, offering it to you. The sight of his blood maybe you slightly uneasy, but took his hand anyway, bringing his wrist to your mouth. You drank hesitantly at first, but when you saw the look in Klaus’s eye, you began to drink more greedily, the feeling euphoric.

Klaus grinned, moving your hair out of your face as he moved to stand behind you. “That’s a good girl,” he mumbled, continuing to brush your hair. You moved away when his wound closed, his blood dripping from the corner of you mouth.

“Now you have to kill me, right?” you whispered. That was the part you were worried about. You didn’t want it to be painful, so you were quite scared.

“I’ll make it as painless and quick as possible, love, I promise,” Klaus whispered. Then he snapped your neck.

When you woke up, your neck ached slightly, and you sat up, finding yourself in your bed.

“Ah, you’re awake,” someone said, and you looked around, finding Klaus sitting beside you on the bed. “How do you feel?”

“My neck hurts, and I’m thirsty,” you mumbled. “Is this normal?”

“Very,” Klaus assured you. “And you’ll feel much better after you drink this.”

He handed you a human blood bag, nodding you towards it. You took it hesitantly, twisting the cap off. The smell of it was enough to make you moan and you quickly brought it to your lips, draining it as quickly as you could.

Klaus sat smirking at you as you dropped the blood bag on your bed. But something strange began to happen. It didn’t feel better, it felt worse. “Why does it feel like this?” You whispered worriedly. It felt as though someone had lit your body on fire, and it was almost as painful as changing for the full moon.

Klaus leaned over you, inspecting you. His eyes wandered every part of you, trying to see what was wrong. “It’s not working,” he whispered. He got up, beginning to pace.

Hours since you had drank the human blood, and you were only feeling worse. Klaus was beginning to feel very worried and upset, not wanting you to die.

You began to cry, unknowing that your tears were coming down as blood. “Please, make it stop,” you moaned, curling up in your bed. Klaus kneeled beside you. “Please, just kill me Nik.”

His heart ached at the nickname you called him, and he brushed your hair from your face. “Is that what you want?” He asked gently.

“Yes, please just kill me, this doesn’t feel good,” you whimpered. Klaus helped you up, sitting behind you so you were in between your legs.

“I need to tell you,” he began to whispered as he soothingly brushed your hair back, trying to calm you. “I care for you. I wanted you to be as powerful as me, and spend eternity with me. I’m sorry it ended like this.”

You nodded, tears still streaming down your face. Klaus had his own tears running down his face as he put your hand into your chest as gently as he could. You cried out, grasping his forearm in pain when he grabbed your heart in his hand.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he whispered, before he ripped your heart from your chest, dropping it immediately so he could cradle your body, crying as you took you last breaths.

First Fanfiction ever, so please be nice 🙈  Azriel x Princess of Montesere

Alright so I did it. I wrote a fanfiction scene. 

This plays after ACOWAR. The Princess of Montesere  is to visit Prythian to form new alliances with the High Lords. It sets place in Helion’s Court. It features our dear Princess and a certain Shadowsinger.
I really love Azriel and I wish him a mate for himself. I really liked Elriel in ACOWAR but I think he needs a complete new female just for himself. I also don’t like the cliche “three Archeron sisters get the three most famous Illyrians”. 

Of course this is pure fanfiction and just a story that plays in my head. For me it is my first time to EVER write something and english is not my mother tongue. My text probably has many many flaws and mistakes, so feel free to tell my if my grammar is horrible and maybe you want to help me rephrase it.
However, I am just proud of myself for actually finishing it. I have this whole story in my head of Prythian and the Fearie Realms coming together facing a new threat and also saving the other Firebirds. 

I really hope you enjoy it. I am also terrified that people are not going to like it, so be at least nice and don’t completely destroy my self esteem. 

Thanks to everyone who actually reads this! 

Please note that I am terrible at describing places and clothes. For the dress imagine Mary Stuarts Reign red dress in 1x07. 

Helion insisted to throw a party for my appearance in his Court. He even gave me a breathtaking wine red dress.

It was a lot more decent than I have ever imagined for Helion’s taste and it did not fit his usual preferred toga style. It was a long dress, tight around my breast and waist because of the corset and voluminous around my legs. My upper part was covered in see through lace with an A-line. The dress was so stunning and beautiful but very clingy thus not leaving much to imagination. Yep that was definitely Helion’s taste.

I left the ball quite early, tired of all the people and constantly upholding the mask of an eager princess looking for new alliances. My chamber was at the end of a quite hallway. A miracle that I found my room at first try and not getting lost again in this enormous castle. There was nobody around my room and I was welcomed by silence. I just wanted to get rid of this dress and take a relaxing bath. A maid helped me bind the corset and now I was left alone to untie it. I took a look in the mirror at all the strings and I seriously had no idea how to loosen this garment. At those moments I was happy to be a Fae and have magic. Why bother with clothes when you can just make them magically appear and disappear? I concentrated on my dress but nothing happened. Surprised I tried it again and failed once more. My shock slowly turned into anger by the realization that this dress must have been spelled so that magic would not work to change clothes, much to the amusement of a certain High Lord. Rolling my eyes, I left my room to look for a maid or at least anyone else to ask for help. I would definitely not as the High Lord of the Day Court to unravel my threads. The castle was completely empty, no soul seemed to be around except for those still on the ball. I was clearly not in the mood to return to the party and embarrassing myself in front of everyone. I was found stairs that led down to another level of the palest, hopefully to some servants who could aid me.

 I walked downstairs and bumped into a muscular chest. Baffled for a moment I did not realize who this handsome face belonged to. “Are you alright?” was this hot male asking.I was still so confused – the wine and the tight dress obviously compromising my brain that it took me a moment to answer and recognize the Shadowsinger. “Yes I am fine”

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Pickpocket: Jerome x Reader, Smut


*After being broken out of Arkham, Jerome meets his pickpocket once again…WARNINGS: oral sex, spanking, penetration, virgin Jerome, Jerome in that hot GCDP uniform, handcuffed reader, dirty mutterings idk it’s smut so you’ve been forewarned.* PART 1

Originally posted by villainquoteoftheday

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Selfless Endeavors

As Tideguard sat at her desk, quill in hand and ink dripping back into the well of black liquid she thought carefully over her words. This was the first of many letters to be sent out this evening, but despite the others that addressed matters of violence, this one held a closer point to the woman’s heart. After minutes of deliberation she scraped the quill against the rim of the inkwell and began writing.

Director Harboson,

As it may have come to your attention, or may have slipped, we are again at the yearly event known as Children’s Week. A time where for seven days the people of Stormwind and neighboring governance recognize there are more left in the wake of war than just those that fight along the front-lines, before going back to indifference. To get to my point then, I would like to take this time to met out an act of charity to these less fortunate through means that I believe would benefit both parties. The orphan matrons do what they can, but healthcare is not something of import when it comes between medicine, and food, while I can not blame them in this regard, fevers, untreated wounds, and other illnesses run amok between the cramped quarters of these orphanages.

I would like to employ a day where any and all adventurers, good-natured, and kind individuals that take in one of these children may bring them to our store for either free, or discounted service to see them treated. If this is not agreeable, I would gladly see the costs covered myself for those that can not afford it. At the end of this though from a purely business standpoint there is no down side, the children are cared for, you appear a caring and giving businessman, and our storefront gains a positive reputation that gives of itself to the community. I do hope you will consider this as I know regardless of the choice I will be seeing to it as many as possible are able to be cared for myself.


Cupping her hand around her mouth she stared blankly at the page, it seemed a fine proposition, hopefully the Director would see it that way as well. After rolling the parchment she poured a glob of heated wax onto the center and stamped it with her seal. Now, on to the rest of the letters then I’ll see this delivered.


Beruka/Ursula (C-S Support)

Written by  violetflowersandflames


Ursula: Ah, little Beruka.

Beruka: …

Ursula: Come now, can’t you give me more of a reaction than that? 

Beruka: Is there something you want from me? 

Ursula: Oh-ho, such suspicion. But it’s part of what makes a good assassin, isn’t it? 

Beruka: Can you get to the point? If there’s someone you want me to dispose of, I only serve Lady Camilla. 

Ursula: Now, now. I merely had a proposition. I’m a member of the Black Fang, see. A group of skilled assassins. And I’ve seen your skills. They’ve piqued my interest.

Beruka: …

Ursula: Would you be interested in joining the Black Fang? You’d make a fine addition. 

Beruka: I only serve Lady Camilla. I refuse.

[Beruka leaves.]

Ursula: Hm, how cute. But I’ll have you know I don’t give up easily.

[Ursula and Beruka have reached support rank C.]


Ursula: Beruka! That was a fine job you did in battle today! 

Beruka: … Hello, Ursula…

Ursula: Have you considered my offer? 

Beruka: I only serve Lady Camilla as I’ve said before. That is all.

[Beruka starts to leaves.]

Ursula: Hold on, Beruka. Is it an issue of pay? 

Beruka: Partly. 

Ursula: Then I assure you I could set up something to provide you with more than Lady Camilla pays for your services. How about that? 

Beruka: …But it is also because I trust Lady Camilla. You, I do not know well nor do I trust.

Ursula: Is it because I previously fought against Eliwood and his friends? Because the Black Fang was corrupted by villains once? 

Beruka: I admit I do not fully trust you being in our army, and I have doubts about the honor of the Black Fang. Now if you’ll excuse me.

[Beruka leaves.]

Ursula: She’s harder to get through to than I thought. And it’s an issue of trust, then?

[Ursula and Beruka have reached support rank B.]


Ursula: Beruka! 

Beruka: What is it now? 

Ursula: Come now, don’t give me that look. I haven’t given up on you yet, but for the moment, I simply wanted to tell you what the Black Fang truly stands for. 

Beruka: … I’m listening…

Ursula: The Black Fang worked to kill corrupt nobles and help the poor. I expect you know more than anyone the corruption of royals. 

Beruka: Lady Camilla is not corrupt. 

Ursula: Not her. King Garon. Iago. All those old clients of yours. The conditions of the slums you grew up in caused by the greed of the wealthy and their neglect for the poor. 

Beruka: …

Ursula: The Black Fang was a home to me. A way I could right the wrongs of this world and protect those in need. I became one of the Four Fangs, their fiercest warriors and most skilled assassins. Brendan Reed, their leader, was a kind man. A respectable one. He was almost like a father to me. 

Beruka: … Did he actually love you? 

Ursula: He cared for all of us. His second wife, Sonia, I admired her. I followed her orders. It wasn’t until too late I realized her toxic influence. 

Beruka: …

Ursula: I won’t pester you any further. But just know that the Black Fang isn’t as corrupt as some think now that we’ve started over. And I’m not as horrible a person as most of this army would like to believe. (Laughs)

[Ursula starts to leaves.]

Beruka: Wait! 

Ursula: Yes? 

Beruka: The man who raised me in the art of assassination didn’t care for me. My parents abandoned me. I didn’t trust any of my clients. Aside from Lady Camilla, no one has shown me kindness… 

Ursula: …

Beruka: I will consider your offer. Even if my answer remains the same, out of respect for what you’ve told me, I’ll think about it. 

Ursula: Thank you.

[Ursula and Beruka have reached support rank A.]


Beruka: Ursula? 

Ursula: Ah, Beruka. What is it? 

Beruka: Brendan Reed. Did you trust him? 

Ursula: Yes. Despite what happened, he was a good man with an honorable goal. 

Beruka: I feel the same about Lady Camilla. While I cannot leave her services, I respect your order and wish you the best of luck. 

Ursula: Beruka…

Beruka: Before I would work for anyone who can pay. If I hadn’t met Lady Camilla and had instead met the Black Fang earlier, perhaps I would have joined. However I cannot abandon my queen. 

Ursula: I understand. In that case, I have another offer. 

Beruka: !?

Ursula: While our loyalties lie to different causes, I’ve found myself drawn to you, Beruka. We share much in common and both of us know things the others can’t understand. Therefore, will you accept my hand in marriage? 

Beruka: I…

Ursula: It’s ok if you need some time. 

Beruka: No, I agree to this union. You are a smart woman and a skilled assassin. While I had my doubts, I’ve learned to trust your intentions. I’m still loyal to Lady Camilla, but you have gained my loyalty and…love, I suppose, would be the word for this feeling… 

Ursula: Wonderful! We’ll be the cutest and deadliest couple in this army! *chuckles*

Beruka: Heh heh 

Ursula: Was that a laugh? 

Beruka: *blushes* Perhaps…

Ursula: Hm, good. You’re cute when you smile, hee hee.

[Ursula and Beruka have reached support rank S.]

Dogs on a Train

Summary: Heavy snowfall delays Dan’s journey back home for Christmas, but the cute dog and it’s equally attractive owner makes the situation a bit more bearable.

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: Pure fluffy fluff

A/N: I originally submitted this for a phan drabble advent calendar thingy and I’m now reposting it here because I’m too lazy to write another Christmas fic so here it is

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mood swings [monsta x, hyungwonho]

vampire au // rated M // 2,023 words
warning for: descriptions of, y’know, vampire stuff

Beloved by one of South Korea’s most feared vampires. What a concept.

[available in thai! credit to @sweet-hwh]

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Imagine Negan taking you captive and trying to escape but you end up falling for him

(Sorry If this sounds similar to some of my other imagines but this is what was requested and I did my best to make it different. Hope you all like it :D and also sorry for not posting yesterday I was busy. Gif not mine/Credit to the original owner/Found it on google)

You had been part of the Saviors since the formation of the group. They had come across you when they were on a supply run and offered you a place among them.

Seeing no harm in it at first, you accepted the offer.

However, little did you know the Saviors were a particular set of people.

They were numerous, strong and quite violent. Not only by the way they killed walkers but they would threaten and forced other groups to give them supplies.

They committed murders, theft, blackmail, and much more. All this was lead by their leader, Negan.

He was attractive, yet his attitude and demeanor disgusted you in the long run.

He was kind and caring at first but later on he proved to be cruel and twisted.

Indeed, a few days after you got to their place you had been forced to stay and become one of his wives.


“Ah! Y/N, my wife!” He had said as you walked towards where the others had gathered around.

“What…? ” You had said in a confused tone.

He laughed and got closer to you. He held you by the shoulder and announced once again to the others that you were his wife as of now.

You glared at him and pushed him slightly away from you. You then asked “What is the meaning of this!?”

He tighten his grip and told you “You didn’t think you could just stay here and enjoy all our supplies without paying up…do you?”

You furrowed you brows at his statement and despite his smile his tone was sinister.

“Don’t even think of leaving…i’ll find you…no matter what…try and I swear I’ll make it your first and last…” He then lead you towards what had been the reason behind the assembly and realized it was a dead body

You felt anxious in that moment, as the body was so unrecognizable, you started to feel nauseous.

In that moment, you realized you were trap and could only nod in agreement.

He laughed and looked at the others and said “My wife…finally she gets it!”


Since he had been visiting you nightly to keep you company and had been keeping a few guards in front of your doors to keep you safe.

During the day he would make sure you were well treated and would usually try to go out of his way to spend the day with you.

It was clear to everyone he was infatuated with you and he enjoyed your company over the other women. You were rather a quiet and reserved person and he liked trying to discovering more of you. 


While he was sweet and gentle, most of the time, knowing his plans and how he acted towards others made you unable to fully accept him. You had thought many times of way of escaping but somehow he always read your mind.

One night while eating with you he had asked  

“Y/N…I heard from the others you tried to go outside without my knowledge…Is it true?”

You shook your head and it made him smile and said “You know…I’d do anything to keep you here…with me…”

His tone was sincere but his hand gripped yours tightly.

"I know…There’s no reason for me to leave…I have everything here…food, shelter…you…” You responded back. Although you didn’t meant any of the words you knew better than to give him reason to doubt your loyalty.

He smiled and said “God…I love hearing you say that! It reassures me!”

He then continued “I never thought I could love someone as much as I do you…”

You nodded and he chuckled “You doubt me, don’t you? You shouldn’t…”

He lunged towards you and kissed you. 


One day, another group had attacked the Saviors and you seized the opportunity to run away while everyone was confused about the situation.

You took your bag and no one had seemed to notice you during the commotion and you managed to slip away.


You had been walking in the woods for a few days and everything seemed quiet.

You continued along until you heard the sounds of cars. You looked back and immediately noticed who it were.

You began to run as fast as you could. The cars followed you from behind, you took a few glances at them and started to run faster.

Until you saw cars charging at you from the front. It made you stop and you stumbled on your feet. You were out of breath and fell to the ground.


You knew you were screwed and how angry Negan would get. He would probably Lucille you for your deceit and you couldn’t even try anything on him as his men would probably back him up and kill you before you get the chance.

Negan got out of the car in front of you and violently shut the door. He walked over to you and said "Hey! Where the hell were you!?”

He grabbed your arm and helped you get to your feet. He immediately hugged you but he then noticed your bag and asked you  “Were you trying to get away from me? Why?” in a worried tone.

Seeing his sad expression made you feel bad about what happened. So you nodded and answered honestly “I can’t stay with you anymore Negan…This life with you and the Saviors…isn’t for me…I’m no use to anyone…”

He shook his head and stuttered “I-I need you! I thought I had been clear on this…You can’t leave us now…I-I told you…I love you…”

“Negan..What I mean is I can’t stay with people like you…You’ve killed and threatened others…It frightens me…please just let me go…” You replied trying to get your arm out of his grip.

“No…No i’m not letting you go…I told you already that I’m in love with you!” He yelled at you. You noticed his eyes were watery but it immediately changed as he pulled you closer to him and carried you bridal style. 

It surprised you and you began to try and get down.

“What? Let me down! Negan! Now!”

He laughed at how cute you were in that moment and then stared at you and said “Y/N! If I promise you i’ll change my ways…will you willingly stay with us? with me ?”

Hearing your name, you calmed down and stared back at him. You then questioned him further “What do you mean?”

“No more starting shit… killing…. and every other thing you don’t like…unless it’s the only way to get back at other people of course…”

You stayed in deep thought about his proposition. Seeing how sincere he was and how far he would go just to get you back, you gazed at him and you believed him. You nodded and said

“Fine…I’ll go back with you…you can let me down now…I promise I won’t run.”

Hearing what he wanted to hear Negan began to walk towards the car and you suddenly tapped him and said “Negan, you can let me down now… I can walk to the car on my own. ”

“Nope…I don’t want to…” He said staring at you with a soft expression.

You suddenly felt an intense desire for him that you had never had before and wrapped you arms around his neck. You held him and kissed him, to your and his surprise.

You backed away from the kiss and it disappointed him but you then told him “I think…I’m starting to love you too Negan…” and he immediately smiled. In that moment the both of you had seemed to forget that you had tried to leave him.

ficlet: Dean/Cas #12

Originally posted by risenhunterfallenangel

Castiel was huffing as he climbed inside the car. He didn’t really care, honestly, but it was just stupid. Yes, he had piercings, wore black eyeliner, and died the tips of his hair blue, but no, what bothered the preppy kids at Homecoming was the only thing they couldn’t see: his sexuality.

He banged the door shut. It was just so stupid, how they’d mutter behind his back while the “brave” ones sneered at him. Seriously? He shook his head in disbelief, clicking his tongue. It was his last year, he told himself as he started the engine.

Then he heard a knock on the window and turned his face towards the passenger side with a frustrated sigh. He was done with these people. But it was Dean, who’d had nothing to do with the disaster Homecoming had turned to be, so he rolled the window open.

“What d’you want, Winchester?” The annoyance was clear in his voice, and he did nothing to hide it.

He didn’t have anything against him, though. He’d moved to the city a couple of months ago –which wasn’t much of a novelty, from what he’d said– and from what he’d heard, he was a hooker too. It caused white a stir in a city as biased as his, but he couldn’t care less.

“Wanna let me in?” Dean smirked, leaning his forearms on the window sill.

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FIC: A Little Rehearsal

Rating: G
Pairing: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Tags: Fluff, Humor, Friends to Lovers
Word Count: 3200
Summary: @xoshepards requested Shakarian fluff for her giveaway prompt. Hope this fits the bill!

Things get a little weird after that whole reach-and-flexibility conversation. Garrus…doesn’t mind. Also on AO3.

Shepard backs toward the door. She’s still looking at him, but it’s obviously a hard-fought battle. Garrus, however, could not look away if he wanted to, and he just hopes—dimly, because there is a lot of blood surging in his brain and thought processes are working a little slower than usual—that the complete shock is not outright visible on his face.

“Right,” Shepard says, looking very much like she would like nothing more than to bolt down the hall. He doesn’t need his visor to see her pulse, beating like a trapped butterfly in her temple, or the way she’s working to draw breath naturally; seeing her nerves like this seems invasive, intrusive, when she is usually nerveless.

“Good talk,” she adds.

“Yeah,” he agrees, too stupefied to say anything else.

She does bolt after that, though she does her best to pass it off as a brisk march. She wheels around so quickly, however, that she comes very close to overbalancing and, of the three strides he sees before the door closes behind her, each one more closely approximates a sprint.

What?” he asks, too late, still staring at the door.

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