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Degrade(Yoongi Smut)

Trigger Warning:

The chandelier above your head shined a bright radiant gold as it hung low over the heads in the crowds.  The golden dressed that hugged your waist and dipped low in the front matched the hanging sculpted light. Your hair was pinned up in loose curls some strands framing the sides of your face as you laughed and indulged in minor chatter between you and the men you were around. Your arm was placed on hip of a male who wanted your attention tonight like you wanted his. His hands were currently drawing a patterned X on your lower black, the tips of his fingers brushing against the top of your ass. The thin fabric of the dress clung to your body, your weight shifting as you moved to press down on your left heel looking around once more at the crowd in front of you, your hand reached out to grab a drink and bring it to your lips.

“How about we get out of here?” Your guest whispered, and you nodded your head smirking up at him.

“I would like that. Give me time to freshen up yes?” You asked as you made your way towards the bathroom letting him go. Gliding through the crowds of people, your eyes sought out one familiar person. Min Yoongi. Seeing the male dressed up in a dark blue tux with a black button down shirt under it you couldn’t help but move to stand beside him.

“Good evening all of you, I hope you are all having a good night.” You stated letting your eyes linger on everyone.

“We were doing fine until you came.” Yoongi countered looking at you with slight irritation. Who told you to where such a revealing dress? It burned him up to the core.

“Well then you can keep your mouth shut while I talk to the rest.” You smirked as the men around Yoongi laughed.

“In that case if my presence is no longer needed my date and I will leave.” Yoongi bowed respectfully to the elders walking off to fetch his date. Your eyes wandered down his body and back up, frowning deeply you moved to fill the little gap he left in but you wanted to talk him and find out his deal.

Ever since you were younger Yoongi always spited you for everything you did. And you never understood why he didn’t like you. It wasn’t like you weren’t attractive apparently, you were a hot commodity because every male and female wanted a piece of you. And you were never one to let anyone down. Your parents were important people, an actor and a classical composer meaning they were never around at home leaving you to your lonesome. One thing lead to another and before you knew it you were joking with a guy in high school about him giving you fifty bucks for a blow job. You could say you were very surprised when you were wiping the cum off your lips and he was handing you a crisp fifty-dollar bill to add to your savings. And you thought to yourself if you could get that from one guy, imagine what you could get from a whole population. That’s how you started it, bribing men to give you thing in exchange for your body and your time. It was a beautiful life that you created for yourself one where you worked and upheld a decent name for yourself as well as keep attention that you wanted. And you didn’t always have to sleep around, sometimes a video of your fingers buried deep in your pussy or your pierced breast pressed together was enough to get them off. Of course, sometimes you felt bad going after many people, you had married men who would always want to buy you things and or just spend time with you, have someone to listen to. Everyone had given you what you wanted, attention and gifts like the true princess you were with her pretty little head held high. But there was just one man who acted as if the very sight of you repulsed him. You had known Yoongi and his parents as long as you could remember. His family owning their own business both his mother and father were the CEO’s of the company. Yoongi was just as wealthy and privileged as you but for some reason he didn’t appear to be as lonely. He had a few girls that he kept with him but it was always the same few and they never changed. You always questioned why he kept people close to him that weren’t gorgeous like yourself. It never truly dawned on you that you were jealous, because you could have whoever you wanted! But for some reason you wanted him, he was just so sexy and masculine. He kept himself subtle but the look in his eyes held a dark secret. You sighed to yourself, feeling the ache between your legs just thinking about those plump lips pressing against your lower ones, his tongue how it would flutter and grind against your clit. You almost released an audible groan, not aware that your breast was becoming pert nubs or the fact that your piercings were starting to show through.

“Y/N are you ready?” Your date asked wrapping an arm around your lower back and pulling you as flush close to his body as he could. He was a bit jealous watching how oblivious you were with that dazzling smile and how everyone else eye fucked you.

“Yes my love, I’m ready.” You smiled up at the male grateful for him coming along. Following him outside and eventually ending up tangled in his bed sheets, you shut your eyes and imagined that he was none other than the dark haired deep eyed male letting you control him for just once in your lifetime.


It had been a few weeks since your last run in with Yoongi. But you knew without a doubt that he would be at this social gathering at a close colleague’s house, you could almost say she invited him for you. Standing in the mirror you put on something casual, a zip up body suit with lace over your breast and ripped skinny jeans. Your hair flowing down straight and loose, makeup on your face with prominent but nothing overboard. Grabbing at your ankle heels you placed them on your feet and made your way to your friend’s house.

Standing around, your eyes danced around the room, your body becoming nervous as you waited for Yoongi to come. You hated yourself because you wanted him so bad and he didn’t give a damn about you. But it didn’t matter as soon as you saw Yoongi stepping into the space you were in with a black turtle neck on and skinny jeans you wanted to melt on the spot. On his arm was one of his favorite girls, a pretty brunette with a heart shaped face and an innocent aura about her. Going for just watching him today you wanted to stay back from him but your date decided you two should go talk to him.

“Love he is busy leave him be.” You tried to reason as you were tugged by an older gentleman towards Yoongi and his group of friends.

“Nonsense we are all here to talk and have a fun time.” The male explained as you all walked up. Yoongi’s happy smile was replaced with a grimace as he saw you and for the first time your cocky exterior was cracking. Shifting nervously, you pressed against your date and his comforting hand strokes down your lower back made you calm down.

“Y/N you look a little pale. Would you like something to drink?” Yoongi asked idly. You nodded your head about to leave but your date stopped you saying he would handle it. “So, what’s the old man giving you?” Yoongi asked and you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms over your chest.

“It’s none of your business what I get from the deal.” You snarled at him and you could see the anger growing in his face.

“Of course, it is. Everything you do is since it effects both of our families but you’re going around acting like a typical whore on the street.” Yoongi growled as he pressed his hands together in a hard line in front of him.

“Nothing I fucking do concerns you! I’m a grown ass woman who does what the fuck I want with who I want. And if you need to really know he’s giving me a new pair of kicks.” You said proudly.

“Look she’s so proud to be a slut.” Yoongi chuckled causing the people in the circle to laugh as well.

“You know what how, fuck you and go worry about those ugly girls you keep having on your shoulders.” You turned on your heels to leave not knowing why you were insulting them because they hadn’t done anything to you, Yoongi just really knew how to piss you off.

“What you call ugly I call art. At least unlike you they are faithful to me. And no thank you I’d never fuck a pussy as loose and worn out as yours.” Yoongi responded. “Besides you couldn’t even handle what I would do to you. These girls obey me.” Yoongi stated dismissing you. Turning around on your heels you glared at him, the anger raising in your face as you took minor steps forward towards him.

“Excuse me!? Loose pussy! I’m pretty sure the ones you fuck have a loose pussy or how else could your tiny dick fit inside of it? I bet it feels like a teddy bear is humping them whether they are on top or bottom. It’s funny that you think yourself is not art then because I’ve never called you ugly but maybe I should. Also, I could handle anything you gave me but no loose lips remember?” You countered back, it wasn’t the strongest attack and you felt like a child for it.

“Oh look the little baby can speak words, and she is starting to form her own sentences. I’m proud. I find it cute that you are confessing your feelings to me, I think I’m cute too. As far as I’m concerned, my size is not anything you need to know. Now run along and go ride on that dick, I know you want to.” Yoongi tilted his head towards the older male who was at the bar.

“Fuck you, you talk shit but you can’t back it up. See you around baby penis and remember I can handle whatever I want you just aren’t capable of taming me.”

“You actually think you’re tough.” Yoongi said to you rolling his neck as he took off his glasses. “But since you like indulging in child’s play so much, I’ll put you in your place right now little girl.” Yoongi gave his glasses to the girl who came with him, taking steps forward he opened his mouth to address you again. “You little slut, dirty whore. Cheap bitch.” With every word, he said to you he got closer, one hand pushing you back a bit making you stumble back until you were in the middle of the guest. “Filthy cumslut.”

“NO I’M NOT!” You shouted at him. “And I never will be any of those things. So, don’t ever call me those things again.” You didn’t realize how your voice rang or that Yoongi had set you up for failure, he gave a disappointing dry smirk.

“Exactly, which is why I would never want someone like you.” Yoongi kept his eyes on yours, and hearing the clearing of throats you looked around to see everyone look at you. You were embarrassed and upset with him. Your date who watched the whole thing go on slipped out and left you there, your plans were ruined. Turning on your heels you ran as your bottom lip quivered from anger and embarrassment. Punching a wall as you made your wall outside it created a hole that you felt in your heart.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that, getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything, Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were worth it and you would make him take back his words.

The next morning when you got up, you laid in your bed for a while thinking on if this was really what you wanted to do and you did. You wanted to prove a point, you wanted to feel Yoongi. You were so angry with him but you wanted him at the same time and it was torture. You wanted to know why you weren’t enough for him. Getting out of your bed you threw on a pair of gray shorts and a black tank top. It didn’t take long for you to get yourself presentable enough to go and confront Yoongi. Marching up towards his door you knocked three times crossing your arms over your chest. You bit on your bottom lip when no one answered reaching forward you started to slam you fist against the door not taking the silence to well. Yoongi was shouting from the hallway and you could hear it, you were starting to become nervous as you rocked yourself back and forth on your feet. Yoongi opened the door looking down at you a mix of emotions washing over his face before a hard-tight smile was pressed onto his features.

“What do you want little girl?” He asked snarling at you. His tone made you push inside of his house past him as you glared up at him.

“We need to talk.” You said calmly.

“No, we don’t now get out.” Yoongi gripped at your wrist trying to pull you outside but you jerked away from him shaking your head.

“I’m not going any fucking where until you talk to me.” Yoongi was annoyed, cursing he slammed the door and gripped at your wrist tighter pulling you to him before his hand wrapped around your neck instead and he pressed you against the wall.

“The last thing you are going to do is bring your ass in here and tell me what to do. You need to watch your mouth and that little princess attitude. The world doesn’t owe you.” Yoongi remarked trying to be as calm as he can.

“And who’s going to make me watch it? Teddy bear?! I do what I want bitch.” You slapped Yoongi on his face trying to get him to let you go. Yoongi could feel the hand print on his face, looking back at you he slapped you back before he pulled on your hair dragging you down the hallway behind him.

“HEY LET ME GO!” You shouted out as you followed after him reluctantly.

Yoongi was quick to throw you on the bed wrestling with you to pull down your shorts and panties leaving you with just your shirt on. He slammed his room door shut and locked it. You tried to get up and dash for the door but Yoongi only caught you and kept you in his arms as he moved around his room getting things he thought he would need. Slamming you back down on the bed, he turned on his video camera. “Look at what little slut came to play with me.” Yoongi chuckled huskily his eyes growing dark as he looked down at your body. Your plump thighs on display for him as your hands tried to pull down your shirt. Yoongi could feel all his want creeping back into his body but he shook it off telling himself it would pay off it he just waited. “Here I have a few rules but the main is simple, I am the dom and you are my slave. If you can’t handle what I say or you feel it’s too hard then you might want to leave right now. You entering in this room means you gave yourself to me. Everything that I want to do to you is ok. Do you understand?” Yoongi asked pulling out his phone, he hit the audio record button repeating everything again holding out the phone to you. You didn’t know what to do until he showed you that it was recording and you understood.

“I-I understand.” You nodded your head and he smirked shutting off his phone.

“Perfect, now I know you are used to getting your way and having people baby you but you will not have that here. You are aiming to please me today, I could care less if you cum or not.” Yoongi muttered as he sat up his camera and took things out of his drawer to align along the top dresser. He turned on the camera hitting record as he watched you lay on the bed looking at him with an almost innocent expression that he wanted to wipe off your face.

“Touch yourself for me.” He commanded leaning against the dresser and you sighed.

“I can’t do that.” You frowned leaning back on your hands.

“And why not? All sluts know how to play with themselves.” He responded back looking at your figure.

“Well because I’m not turned on and I am not a slut.” You got defensive feeling your face heat up as he called you that.

“I don’t remember asking for you to speak back to me slut. Now I will say this again touch yourself of you can get the fuck out. If you can’t get horny that’s not my problem, you walk around here with your head held high and you can’t even get your own pussy wet? You’re pathetic and certainly not a sub I’d want.” Yoongi looked off unimpressed with you parts of him expecting you to leave from his harsh words, but what he got was better than what he expected.

You opened your legs for him, still very offended by what he said but if anything, it made you want to prove a point. Your hand went to cup your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly you shut your eyes, thinking about the man in front of you that made you wet. How deep his voice was, or how long his fingers were. How it would feel to have him touching you like this, complimenting you instead of talking down on you. Your pussy got wetter, allowing you to feel like you were replacing your hand with his, stroking over your lips you pressed a finger against your clit stifling a groan.

“No. Here you will moan.” Yoongi commanded, you were never a moaner your voice bothered your own ears and you never thought anyone else would like it so you didn’t. Sliding your middle finger inside of your pussy you bit your lip again to quiet yourself shaking your head.

“I can’t.” You replied as you tried to ignore him and press your finger deeper inside of you. You heard him moving things on his desk but you didn’t think too look, slowly getting warmed up you moved your finger in and out of your dampening heat pushing it as deep as you could.

“I’ll say it again. Moan.” Yoongi commanded with a dark voice. You shook your head disobeying again and that was your mistake. Yoongi was pressing the shock wand against you causing you to yelp and jerk from the item looking to see what it was. “Did I tell you to stop?!” Yoongi asked pressing the wand against your skin causing you to cry out as you shook your head no. Your finger pressed back inside of your pussy, your hips rolling off the bed as you gave him a tiny unsure moan, he raised the shock wand to press it against your inside thigh and you moaned out his name in sheer fear of the item sending jolts through your body, it was a hard press that caused a slight pain. He moved back, watching you and you felt your heart rate calm down again. Shutting your eyes slowly you added your second finger curving them inside of your tight heat moaning for him, your legs starting to press down against the bed as you thought of this as doing it for a gift or anything that would benefit you.

“Look at me.” Yoongi commanded, your eyes slowly opened to land on his, it made you flustered how he watched you, your own eyes unsure and very flustered. You looked off and Yoongi picked up the wand from the dresser causing you to gasp and look back at him.

“Tell me, what do you want little girl? You could have all these men, and here you are my dirty slut on my bed finger fucking her pink little pussy. What can I do for you?” Yoongi asked you. Opening your mouth, you paused to think about the question before you looked at him thrusting your hips up.

“Do I really have to say it?” You asked softly your fingers slowing down inside of your pussy.

“One. If you slow your fingers down I will punish you so speed them up until I say stop. And two yes, to be a sub I need to know as your dom what you want from me. I cannot give you what I think you want. You claim you are so great, you should have no problem using that mouth.” Yoongi retorted and you frowned.

“Fuck you.” You spat out. In a flash Yoongi was standing in front of you at an angle where the camera caught everything.

“Fuck me?” He asked slamming his hands down on the insides of your thighs. “Fuck me?” He asked again slamming his hand down harder on your skin leaving imprints causing you to whine as he grabbed at your neck pushing you into the bed, holding up the shock wand he started to press it against your parted thighs and on top of your shirt causing you to whimper and squirm not wanting to feel the shocking jolts. “If I were you I would watch my mouth little girl. The only one who will get fucked here may be you if you play your cards right. And I said to move those fingers faster!” Yoongi growled as he pressed the wand down above your clit scaring you shitless. Your fingers picked up speed pressing harder into your soaked entrance, watching as he pulled back and smirked down at you letting your throat go so that he could slap at your thighs. “What do you want?” He asked after he was successful in turning your skin red, your body was throbbing every hit made you jolt, everything had you feeling very sensitive to touch.

“I want you to fuck me.” You responded as your fingers brushed against your clit, sweat starting to form against your forehead.

“That’s all? Anyone can do that.” Yoongi sighed going to grab at something else on his dresser.

“Your dirty talk sucks.” He admitted coming back up to stand in front of you.

“You may have a great pussy but you lack, and unless you can convince me before I get bored of you that I should fuck you then there is no need for you. I have my favorites.” He smirked seeing the look of slight defeat on your face mixed with irritation. “Change my mind.” He breathed out huskily, leaning down he kissed up your parted thighs causing you to whine out for him. His teeth gripping at the hems of your shirt pulling it upwards as he listened to the sounds of your fingers brushing inside of your heat. He leaned down letting his tongue flick against your pussy lips, your head rolled back as your stomach tightened up you cried out louder for him, wanting to feel more of the playful flicks he was giving to you.

“Yoongi! I’m going to cum!” You announced but he had other plans. Pulling back, he pulled at the shock wand shaking his head.

“No.” He stated simply leaning down to lick against your pussy.

“No?!” You questioned him, feeling in the back of your mind you should’ve known better.

“I said no!” Yoongi growled out hovering the wand over your pussy. “Bad girls don’t get cummies and you are far from a good little slut, you will not cum until I say so or I swear you will get me off and I will give a fuck about if you find pleasure today or not.” You groaned rolling your head back trying to move your fingers and thrust at another spot but Yoongi shocked you twice. “No cheating, fuck your spot.” Yoongi commanded. You shifted your fingers again acting as if you found your spot and though you were moaning for life Yoongi saw through your bullshit. “Untrustworthy slut.” He chuckled angrily going to his desk to grab at a purple dildo. He pried your fingers away from your heat throwing your hand away as he pressed the dildo against your entrance. “Suck on your fingers like a good girl or you get the wand.” Him saying the words alone had you shoving your fingers down your throat moaning around them as he slid the toy inside of you, turning it on low he watched your reactions as he thrust it in and out of you at different spots wanting to find where you lost your mind. You were doing good of riding the toy always trying to one up him. Yoongi gripped at your hips pushing you down against the bed, a cry erupting from your lips as the toy found your spot. Your head rolled back as the vibrations were turned to medium, Yoongi leaned down to lick up your juices that were escaping from your pussy, biting back a groan he let his tongue dance up and down your lips, soon he was pressing his tongue against your throbbing clit that wanted attention. He watched you shift your hips, his tongue making a slow languid lick up and down as he kept you pinned to the bed.

“I can’t Yoongi!” You cried out, the vibrations becoming too much. This only excited him more, he switched the knob on the bottom making sure it was on the highest settings not pulling the toy out as he watched you writhe against the bed.

“Be a good girl. Don’t cum.” Yoongi warned moving to stand over you. He let his hands start to slap at your thighs again, eliciting sweet moans from your lips that he didn’t get the first time. You just didn’t know it but you were starting to break for him piece by piece. He saw your hardened breast under your shirt and he leaned down to flick his tongue against it, feeling little balls on each side he knew you had a piercing, looking up at you with surprise he kept his mouth shut for now, pulling on the piercing with his teeth as you shook your head.

“Are you going to cum?” He teased as he saw your toes curl, your thighs lifting as your face got red. Yoongi was un merciful as he let the toy assault your spot, knowing the vibrations were killing you.

“It’s too much.” You whined, your stomach clenching as you shut your eyes from the pleasure.

“Look at me. I said look at me!” He grabbed at the shock wand pulling the dildo back as he started to shock you making you feel in a state of having an orgasm and losing it at the same time, you were frustrated that you had been denied, your juices leaked out on the bed. Yoongi smirked at the puddle you had made.

“Shirt off.” He said and you did as instructed taking off your shirt and throwing it onto the ground.

“Lick up your juices.” Yoongi pointed at his bed.

“I don’t know who’s been on this bed.” You twisted up your face. Yoongi grabbed at your hair pulling you until he was pushing your face down into the puddle of juices, his free hand reaching for a cane flogger that he slapped against your back causing your skin to mark up as you tried to yell out in pain, feeling suffocated as your face was pressed against the damp spot.

“As of now, the whore that’s been on the bed is you so you shouldn’t have a problem licking up your own juices unless your pussy isn’t all that great.” Yoongi growled his fingertips brushing against your scalp as he pulled your head back, looking in your eyes he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’ll say it again. Fucking lick it up.” It was something about the darkness in his eyes that made you not want to question what would happen if you didn’t do it. Leaning down against the bed, your tongue stuck out as you started to lick at the wet spot, your cheeks burning as he let you go and went for his camera pressing it in your face. You stopped and he glared grabbing at the wand. You went back to licking the spot swirling your tongue around the silk materialled sheets that he had on his bed.

“Do you taste good slut?” He asked and you nodded your head. “That’s a good little slut.” Yoongi praised, it did something to your insides, your pussy was already a state but hearing him say good anything had you liking the sound of it, your toes curling as you wanted to hear more of it from him. Yoongi sat the camera back down looking back at you he grabbed more toys. “On your back.” He commanded and you did so, watching him. He leaned down letting his tongue glide against your nipples one by one. Soft moans echoed from your lips as you arched your back, your hands tangling into the sheets beside you.

“You’re starting to give into daddy.” Yoongi commented as he bit down onto your piercings, his tongue delighted to feel the metal balls pressed against your pert nipples. He gripped at the nipple clamps pressing them down on each of your breast. You winced wanting to take them off, to make it worse he started to pull on the chain causing you to groan wanting to be free of the things.

“Tell me what you want.” Yoongi asked again moving to take off his shirt, your eyes roamed his figure looking over his smooth flawless skin, he had one hickey on his collarbone and that made you feel jealous, looking up in his eyes you bit on your bottom lip clearing your throat.

“I want you to touch my pussy, to play with me. Use your tongue.” You said avoiding his gaze.

“You’re getting a little better. Who am I?” He asked and you lifted an eyebrow.

“Yoongi.”

“Nope try again.” He said and you frowned.

“I’m not calling you daddy.” Oh but you will. He promised darkly. “On all fours. Ass up face down.” You rolled over for him, getting into position as he wanted, you heard him shift around behind you, not knowing what he grabbed but soon you felt him pour some substance on you that you took as oil or something of the sort. Yoongi rubbed it into your ass, grabbing a paddle he aligned the cool mahogany colored wood against your ass striking you once. A loud cry of pain erupted from your lips as you looked over your shoulders up at him. Yoongi winked down at you hitting your ass again watching as the flesh jiggled. He grabbed the purple vibrator sliding it back inside of your pussy, he thrust it in and out of you while he spanked your ass.

“Who am I?” He asked again as he saw your hips move, the dildo thrusting against your spot as quick as he could move his hand. Your back arched and he slammed the paddle back down onto your body, you didn’t speak thinking you could get away with it. Yoongi growled taking the toy from you and denying you any pleasure. He swung the paddle down against your ass until it was a blistering red color, the prints looking angry against your skin. He trailed his fingers across the marks disappointed that you weren’t listening to him. He dropped the paddle rolling you onto your back. Smiling sweetly, he grabbed at a small plastic bag setting it on the bed, the other hand connecting his black battery on the underside of a glue gun that he had. Yoongi walked around the bed, reaching under to get restraints to cuff your arms wrist above your head on the bed. He walked back around you undoing the tied-up plastic bag watching you.

“It’s been a while, since I’ve did this to someone, but you will break. And if you cum, you will not ever get to touch me again.” He promised looking you in your eyes. He pushed the dildo back inside of you, letting the high vibrations ring through your body. Your hands jerked on the cuffs that were around your wrist. He moved to press the hot glue gun against your chest.

“What are you-“ You couldn’t even ask because he slapped your pussy causing you to gasp as he squeezed down on the trigger, the hot liquid pressing on your skin and causing you to hiss. It was so hot that the smoke was rising from it as he slid it down in a line.

“TAKE IT OFF!” You cried out, your body turning red as Yoongi decorated a pattern on your stomach with it.

“Say the words and I will.” Yoongi responded as if it wasn’t a big deal. You grit your teeth watching you and hating him, he smirked drawing the glue down to your thighs. “Do you know why I chose glue instead of wax?” He asked and when you shook your head he smirked pulling his whip from his drawer setting the hot glue gun down over paper towel. “it’s easier to break off.” He commented as he started to whip your skin. Loud curses of pain left your lips, but strangely enough some part of you liked it, every strike that he cracked against your skin. Yoongi gripped at the shock wand with his free hand pressing it against your body, you became a mess, writhing with a dildo buried inside of your crying out, almost literally as your eyes welled up. Yoongi kept going not pausing or slowing down.

“What am I?” He urged again, letting the whip focus on your abused nipples that were already suffering from the clamps.

“Daddy!” You shouted out, anger washed over you, you were embarrassed to be giving into him, he chuckled sitting down the shock wand that had your body writhing, he gripped at the dildo pressing it against your spot fucking you with it quickly.

“Say it again.” He commanded, you looked at him but the striking of the whip caused your mind to blank and you just reacted.

“Daddy! Fuck daddy! Please.” You whimpered out feeling your hips jerk against the toy, you wanted to cum so badly.

“No.” Yoongi denied you again pulling the toy from you. You were angry with that man you wanted to get up and walk away but you couldn’t because you agreed to stay, you had wanted this all these years and now you were getting it. Yoongi gripped at the hot glue gun again, pouring more on your body but this time he was sticking little pieces of paper to it. Looking down through teared eyes you watched as he decorated your body. He gripped at your hair pulling your head up a bit so that you could see better.

“All these words on your body are what you are to me. A dirty filthy slut. A cumslut, a sperm dumpster. A rag doll whose only good for fucking.” Yoongi commented, your eyes watered up more at his words, his other hand let the glue gun go as he stroked your clit, your anger slowly being replaced by pleasure but the tears poured from your eyes.

“Say it.” Yoongi commented. He knew you hated this, the look on your face, being turned on by those words said to you but your hips moved, your body was craving his fingers to brush against you, you wanted him. He slipped two fingers inside of you stretching you out and finger fucking you. You bit on your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead against yours, moaning as he rolled his hips against one of your legs. He was intoxicating and he was indeed breaking you. “Are you going to be good for daddy?” He asked softly curling his fingers against your spot. Your mouth flew open as you let out a jagged breath. “That’s right baby, I want this pussy. I want you to feel good. But you have to give into daddy.” He said the words so sweetly almost as if it were a promise. You shut your eyes before opening them again, rolling your hips against his fingers. “What are you?” He asked licking across your bottom lip.

“I’m daddy’s little slut.” You whispered out to embarrassed to say it louder.

“What?” He asked you, his fingers picking up speed.

“I-I’m daddy’s little slut.” You said again a bit louder as his fingers continued to assault your spot.

“Yeah? You’re my dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” Yoongi growled biting on your bottom lip causing you to whimper as he finger fucked you harder.

“Yes I am!” You cried out as your stomach tightened but you knew you had to hold it, you just knew it.

“All mine to fuck and destroy, everything on you is mine, even this dirty little pussy.” Yoongi pulled his hand back to slap at your pussy before he shoved in three fingers inside of you soon making it four.

“Say it. Say what you are.” Yoongi worked on your slicked pussy, watching as you struggled to speak because of the pleasure. Instead of slowing down he added another finger inside of you, all his fingers and his thumb buried into your pussy. Grabbing at the shock wand he pressed it against your skin causing you to cry out.

“I’m your dirty little fuck toy! Everything is yours! Yes, daddy it’s all yours.” You cried out rolling your head back before you could feel his fist closing up inside of you. “Daddy no! Daddy please no.” You looked down at him as he started to fist you. Yoongi smirked proudly, you were the second girl he ever tried this with, sliding his fisted hand in and out of you he rubbed your clit with his hand after he sat down the wand.

“Sluts get fisted baby girl. Look at how you’re taking this fist up your pussy. You’re that loose? A fucking whore I knew it. On your knees, all the time. How many men have you let do this?” He teased causing your face to heat up as you moaned your eyes shutting as he fucked you. You were embarrassed you knew you were sight to see with all these words hot glued on your body and a man’s fist up your pussy. Your hair was starting to stick to your face, your body was having a hard time regulating breathing. Yoongi slowly removed his fist and his hand from you when he knew you wanted to cum. It hurt so bad, your pussy was throbbing with release, the juices were sliding from you and you felt empty. Looking up at Yoongi you watched as he took off his pants walking around the bed. “Open.” He commanded you.

He dropped his boxers as you looked up at him, seeing his hard cock spring out to press in the air. The tip was red and angry, his veins popping out against his skin and he looked sexually frustrated. Yoongi waited for you to open your mouth, sliding you up a bit, he made sure your head was hanging off the bed, his slipped his cock past your lips opening his legs wider to be on either side of his face. He started to roll his hips forward burying himself down your throat as much as he could. Rutting his hips forward he watched as you stretched your mouth wide trying to fit him in without choking too much. His balls were slapping you in the face causing you to become more flustered as his fingers busied themselves back on your clit.

“Mmm you’re sucking me so well. You must really like my balls in your face. Or you’re just a very cock hungry girl.” He teased as he picked up the speed of his hips. Yoongi gripped at your hips lifting you up in the air, your legs on either side of his face as you were hanging upside down. Not able to do much but place your hands on his knees due to the restraints you felt your heart pound hard in your chest at the thought of him dropping you. Yoongi started to lick at your abused pussy, shoving his tongue into your entrance he tasted all of you burying his face as much as he could. He gave you moans letting it vibrate onto your body as you moved your head up and down on his shaft, your tongue finding his most sensitive parts and attacking them, Yoongi knew you were good at head which was why he saved this, it was hard enough not giving into you. He wanted you but he had to treat you like he hated you or he would have always given in. Yoongi let his tongue swirl around your pussy, mapping out the insides of your slick heat. His tongue licked up all your juices, before he pulled back to grab at your ass cheeks and spread them wide, looking at the camera and hearing you whimper around his dick lodging it down your throat causing you to choke as he teased your asshole. He smirked proud to get the reactions out of you that he wanted.

He slowly pulled away and pressed you down into the bed before he pulled out of your mouth. Yoongi gripped at the restraints taking them off you moving back to slide the camera stand close to the bed. He pulled at your hips moving you until you had one leg pushed up and the other down, on your stomach but your upper half was twisted. He aligned himself with your heat, but he didn’t push in. “Fuck yourself on it pro.” He responded slapping at your ass cheek. You huffed, licking over your swollen lips you tried to move your position. “No, just like this, I want to capture that wet pussy taking me in on camera.” He admitted as he kept you in place. Slowly you slide down on his cock, your head rolling back as you took only half of him in. You didn’t need time adjusting thanks to him and other encounters. Bouncing yourself on his dick as much as you could your hands fisted the sheets under you as you rode him. Yoongi bit on his bottom lip knowing your game. You only took half of him in so you wouldn’t moan or get caught by the camera enjoying it or doing too much work. He gripped at the top of your thigh by your hip sliding himself forward earning a moan of pleasure from your lips. It was the first time you had bothered to take anyone in all the way and no one until now had caught your game. Yoongi leaned over your body, grinding his hips forward as your hand pressed on his lower stomach.

“Fuck Y/N. I see why you stay tight. Have you been cheating all these years’ baby girl? That’s.. Cute” Yoongi admitted slowly snapping his hips forward he pulled back to grab at the camera pressing it downwards to look at how he connected with you, your ass meeting his hips as he slipped deeper inside of you.

“Daddy don’t.” You whimpered slightly feeling full of his cock buried inside of you, becoming connected to him in ways that you had never done before. Yoongi had his own agenda staring to speed up he held the camera in place as he watched you.

“Don’t what? Fuck this little pussy until you’re cumming? Fuck you into the mattress? Or paint all of you white because you don’t know how to handle teddy bear’s dick?” Yoongi smirked as he continued to snap his hips against yours picking up speed. His impactful thrusts got harder, his lust filled eyes studied your body, Yoongi leaned down to grab at the chain pulling it causing your breast to feel sore and you whined out laying against the bed. He made sure that every thrust had you gasping for air or calling out for him in some way. He sat the camera back down keeping you in position, his free hand pulled at your hair as he turned your head to his. Kissing your lips, he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth giving you a very wet and sloppy kiss, your teeth clashing with one another as he fucked you harder. He gave a pattern hitting your spot three times before he missed on purpose. He pulled back to growl against your lips, looking in your eyes as his hand moved to grab at your neck instead. He shifted his hips to land strictly against your spot, causing you to try and gasp for air as he brought you down against him, slamming you on his shaft. He bit on your jaw, his other hand pressing down into the bed as he ruined you on his sheets. Your eyes were overflowing with water, the mix between pain and pleasure, your stomach tightening up and air cutting off was too much. You were overwhelmed but it felt great and you knew soon you were going to cum.

“You want something?” Yoongi growled, rolling his hips forward pulling out until he had just the tip in and slamming back inside of you creating a faster rhythm, his hips were starting to feel sore and he had the strongest urge to cum but he had to get you off first.

“Can I cum?” You whispered as his grip got a little tighter.

“Can you cum what pet?” He asked you as he watched your eyes drop and your face form the most beautifully aroused expression he had ever seen in a slave.

“Can I cum daddy?” You asked before you looked in his eyes. “Please let me cum Yoongi.” The way you said his name, had him groaning out yours as he nodded. “Cum kitten.” He wasn’t going to last long but seeing you give into your orgasm and tighten up around his shaft, how your whole body shook and bent to his will, your essence sliding out on his cock as he released your neck was enough. Yoongi quickly picked you up, pressing your back against his chest and spreading your legs out wide he fucked you in the air pounding his hips up creating more lewd sounds of skin colliding with skin your juices dripping down to his balls. He continued slamming into you until you were a sobbing mess meeting your second orgasm. Yoongi released as soon as you did the second time, slamming you down on the bed he pinned your wrist beside your head driving into you harder, both of your legs spread as he let his shaft penetrate you. You were trying to move, the overstimulation becoming too much as he fucked your spot harder. It took a bit longer but he had you cumming for the third time pinning you in place, his hips circling against your ass, his wet balls slapping against your pussy, Yoongi pulled back feeling another wave hit him, his cum shooting out in thick ropes onto your lower back and your ass some escaping to slip down your crack. Yoongi took deep breaths combing his dark blue and black hair from his face. Letting his heart calm down he lifted you up a bit taking off the nipple clamps and going to turn off the camera. He started to clean up his stuff as you lay there soaked in cum and hot glue with letters. You rolled over on your back, slowly starting to unpeel the letters from your body. You felt sore and your eyes searched for the male that had escaped into the bathroom and turned on his shower. You got up, thinking that it was all over wanting to just go back home to bask in this and frown that it was over but at least you had more dates.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked you as he came from his closet with a towel around his waist going towards his bathroom.

“I’m going home.” You said as if it was obvious. “I have a date later.” You reached for your shirt but Yoongi snatched it smirking.

“No you don’t. You’re mine now. And that doesn’t mean I’m your man but when I call you, then you come running because that’s what we agreed on.” He smirked at the color drain from your face.

“It was a one-time thing!” You shouted.

“Ahh see that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I have a sex tape of you now. And that means unlike your little plan of just fucking me to say you got me, I enjoy degrading you very much and I plan to do it as many places as possible.” He winked before you opened your mouth.

“I’ll sue! You can’t do this!” You yelled glaring at him because you couldn’t fathom the fact that someone could one up you or trap you especially him!

“Well I’ll tell you what. If you do sue, I have a voice audio as a verbal agreement between us. I will also let you go, but I get to show your parents. And all the men you’ve ever screwed. I know for a fact the things I’ve done to you no man hasn’t. O-Oh~ Yoongi.” Yoongi smirked faking one of your moans causing your body to become heated with rage and a deep scarlet set on your skin. You sat there rooted in place unbelieving this had happened to you.

“See, you may be smart but I am smarter. Why do you think I stayed away? Not because I didn’t want you, I just had to play your game. SO now you belong to daddy who is going to shower, and when he comes back you better be clean and waiting for me to tell you what you and I will do today. But since you had to misbehave so quickly then I won’t bother to tell you where the bathroom is. But it does take me on average ten minutes to shower.. If I was my hair.” Yoongi shut the door and you thought about escaping or even disobeying but one sound of the shocker pressing against the door had him gloating and you limping to find the nearest bathroom.

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I literally redid this story four times so I hope you all really like it.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim (M)

Words: 2229

Warning: Smut, cursing, teasing.

Reader X Taehyung 

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Originally posted by changkyuh

Arranged marriage. That was the most awkward, annoying and trashy thing that could’ve happened in your life. Marry with a guy who doesn’t love you? With a guy who doesn’t care about you? Shit. Of course, you couldn’t deny your own cultural traditions, but it didn’t mean you were happy about that.

 Kim Taehyung was your husband for 6 months now. Yeah he was completely gorgeous, hot and stuff but he couldn’t be less worried about you. And that sucked. You just wanted attention. Was that ask too much to have a little of caressing from your husband? It was pretty clear he didn’t love you.

 The sex was completely robotic. No emotions, no feelings, no cuddling after. Actually you had never come.

Nice marriage.


  “We are gonna be late, Y/N!” Taehyung screamed at you. You were finishing your make up. You both were going to a party, and you were fucking excited. You would finally have some fun. You wore a black, lacy dress that did draw your curves. You smiled to yourself when you caught Taehyung’s eyes wide when he saw you.

  Once there, you and Taehyung get away from each other, going to talk to your own friends. It was common. You never spend time together at parties.

  “Oh my god, Y/N, you look amazing!” your friend greeted you. Finally.

  “Thank you! So do yours” you hugged her. You loved her.

A couple drinks after; you started talking about your marriage.

 "It sucks. I’m not happy. I’m not fucking happy" you said, “I want a man. I want a man to show me I’m his; I want a man to fucking claim. But Taehyung?” you laughed, “Taehyung does not give a fuck”. Yeah, the alcohol had already gotten you.

  “Well, you can always find some fun, Y/N…” she whispered.

 "W-what do ya mean?“ you gasped, the drink burning your throat.

 "Well, if what you’ve told me is true, then he doesn’t love you, Y/N. Or at least he doesn’t care enough to show you he does. I’m sorry, but it’s what it’s. However, you can always…you know… Find some fun. Look around. There are a lot of men here. Beautiful, hot men” she said.

 What? She meant… cheating? No! No way. You were not this kind of girl. You would never cheat your husband, no matter how shity he was. However, she was right. There were a lot of men there. Attractive men.

 "I don’t think so. I’m not cheating my husband, Y/F/N" you said.

 "Ok ok. No cheating. But you can flirt. Flirt is just a… a healthy conversation, you know".

 Yeah, she was… kinda right. You could just flirt around, for fun. Not to fuck. You looked around, searching for someone who you could be interested in. A few seconds later your gaze caught someone else’s. You looked away quickly, and occasionally looked back, and he was still staring at you.

  Wow. He was really, really beautiful. His suit was fitting him so perfectly. You could see his muscles. His gray hair pulled back… fuck.

  “Go talk to him” your friend’s voice pulled you from your reverie, noticing you found someone.

“What? No” you said harshly.

 She rolled her eyes at you, “for god sakes dude have some fun”

  “No. Oh god, what am I supposed to do if he comes to talk to me?” You said suddenly worried.

 "I dunno, but you better think quickly, because he is coming. I need to go to the bathroom" she said and turned around to leave.

 "No, fuck, wait" you tried to pull her back but it was too late.

  Fuck fuck fuck. How could she. For god sakes, your husband was there!

 What If-

 "Hey lady" a soft voice called you from behind, and then you felt a body beside yours. No. You looked at the beautiful guy beside you. Fuck he was prettier when he was close.

  “H-hey” you answered hesitantly.

  “I’m Park Jimin. I’m the host of this party. And you are…?” he asked as he gave you his hand, his gaze locked with yours.

 You greeted him back, smiling shyly.

 "I’m Y/N. I, hum… I’m an invited’s invited. I don’t think we know each other" you said. He smiled at you.

 "Of course we don’t. I would remember you if we did"

 Shit. Your cheeks got red as his words left his soft, pink lips.

“Well, can I offer you a special drink?” he asked politely.

You looked around, looking for Taehyung. He was far away from being paying attention in you.

 What bad could a drink do?

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Once Upon an Allergy

The Spring Exchange fic authors have been revealed, so I can post this here now!

This was my exchange fic for @baneismydragon! I hope you enjoy(ed) it, you gave a really good prompt! Shout out to @reyxa for lending me her soulmates au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up.

Summary: "After pouring two packs of chocolate powder in each mug, she felt a sudden sensation in her sinuses thanks to the powder that remained in the air. Quickly, she put her finger below her nose, pleased when the sneeze stopped. After that, it was quick work to pour the water and stir the mix in, and just as she was about to bring them out-

She sneezed.

She stared at the mugs of hot chocolate, her eyes impossibly wide. There was no way. She had to be dreaming. She did not just hear three consecutive sneezes come from her friends in the living room.”

Or, a soulmate au where the sneezes of soulmates sync up after you meet them.

AO3


“Alright, class, we’ve got two new students joining us this semester. Please, introduce yourselves for us,” their teacher, Madame Bustier, said.

Standing in front of the rest of the class were two students, one that looked excited and fiery, and another that looked shy and awkward. To the class’ surprise, the shy one spoke first.

“Hi, my name’s Adrien, and I look forward to working with all of you in the future.” He punctuated his statement with a quick little wave and a sweet smile.

After he finished speaking, the other spoke. “I’m Alya, and I just moved nearby from across the city.”

Madame Bustier gave them both a smile and gestured for them to find their seats. Alya moved instantly, spotting an empty seat in the second row, next to a girl she’d actually ran into before school started. Adrien rubbed his arm, his eyes sweeping across the room. He saw a childhood friend of his waving for him to sit by her, but he cringed when he saw her trying to push her seatmate out for him. In the hopes of letting the poor girl keep her seat, Adrien sat as close as he could by taking the empty seat in front, next to a student that looks uninterested in what was going on.

While the two settled in, their teacher was about to continue speaking when two synchronized sneezes sounded from the back of the room. Adrien and Alya both turned to look, eyes wide at actually having a pair of soulmates in their classroom. They saw a couple sitting next to each other in the row behind Alya, both of them blushing a tiny bit as their hands intertwined.

Patient though she may be, when Adrien and Alya didn’t look away, Madame Bustier cleared her throat and brought their attention back to her. It was only then that the two noticed nobody else had turned to gawk, which could only mean they all knew already.

“I understand that soulmates are an interesting topic to talk about, let alone see in person, but we do have class to tend to, Monsieur Agreste and Mademoiselle Césaire.” With that, she turned around and started writing on the board. Adrien looked sheepish and stared down at his desk while Alya turned to the girl beside her and started whispering.

“So girl, mind spilling the beans on those two behind us?” she asked, not quiet enough to keep Adrien and his seatmate from hearing. “Are they really… you know?”

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Recommended Reading: Bawson Edition

Here’s a list of some of my must read fan fiction featuring my favorite couple from Pitch, Ginny Baker and Mike Lawson, also known as Bawson. This is just the first list. There will definitely be more to come.


A better man might by   lowriseflare, threeguesses  The day Mike realizes he’s actively looking for Baker’s ass in the dugout is the day he decides he should probably stop slapping it.           

And maybe that was love by oddlyfamiliar Ginny and Mike try their hand at something new. Turns out they’re definitely both into it.

Breaking the Code by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15) AU - Ginny is the hot new pitcher called up by the San Diego Padres. Mike Lawson is the aging catcher for the Dodgers, and Ginny’s childhood idol/crush. What begins as some help between rivals is complicated by a desperate move at the trade deadline.

Catching nothing all the time by lowriseflare, threeguesses   Two things happen the morning after Mike fucks Ginny Baker in Chicago.   

Challenges  by   lawofavgs   His smirk is bordering on predatory as he meets her halfway, stopping just shy of touching her. “Girl I’m seeing, she’s insatiable. Can’t get enough of me. Loves to make sure I know who I belong to.”Her snort makes his smile grow. Allowing herself to draw her fingers lightly over his chest, she tilts her head to the side. “You sound pretty confident.”“With good reason.”             

Dinner with Friends (and Fools) by mikeginsanity(blahblahwahwah)  Mike has to deal with seeing his ex-wife and her fiance at a dinner with friends. But he doesn’t have to face it alone. 

 If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand by oddlyfamiliar     Mike accidentally finds Ginny’s sex toy and asks for a demonstration.(aka, Ginny and Mike think they can just do this the once and then pretend it never happened. Watch how wrong they are.)           

Just Another One of Mike’s Girls  by   2shytheshippy   Spinoff from “The What in the How and Why.” AU. Ginny chooses the dress.After Rachel leaves Mike, he develops a reputation due to his fondness for groupies. So, it comes as a surprise to the team when he asks Blip to bring his new girlfriend over for couples night. Their no turns into a yes when Evelyn overhears the Mike and Ginny and, from there, the Sanders and Padres soon realize that there’s more to their relationship than the initially believed.             

The Littlest Padre by   MagicInHerMadness  Collection of loosely linked Bawson family one shots     

my heart stops when you look at me (just one touch now baby i believe)      by  fortunatedaughter    She comes to resent the words – Look what we got here. Ginny Baker, in the flesh. What the fuck does that even mean, her being there, somewhere, in the flesh? She’s not important; no matter what her Pop hopes will happen with baseball when she finally masters that screwball.orthe soulmate au no one asked for.     

Returning the Favor  by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15)  After Ginny gives him one of his ultimate fantasies, Mike decides to return the favor.   Part 2 of Bawson Fantasies   

Seasons of Love  by  Writeonthrough (Schroederplayspiano) The year Mike Lawson decides is his last he’ll spend with to his first love, baseball, is the first he’ll spend with his last love, Ginny Baker:When Mike announces his plans to retire at the end of next baseball season, Ginny’s and Mike’s implicit plans for their future romantic relationship are finally acted upon, causing the couple to figure a way to have a personal relationship while leading their team to victory. A love story told in four parts.             

Sink or Swim  by Bawsanity (CrowsGirl15)  Mike and Ginny have been sneaking around, and she finds out he has a fantasy of taking her in the team showers. After a particularly hard game for him, she decides to make that fantasy come true.  Part 1 of Bawson Fantasies                   

Slow Like Honey   by neogenesis85 It takes time. A lot of it. It’s just sad that everyone else around them knows how this is going to end, can predict the play-by-play and make good money off the bets, but the two of them keep dancing around what’s inevitable. Or, the five times someone else notices how gone Ginny and Mike are for each other, and the times they finally figure it out themselves.           

Tell Me What You Want  by Bullpen_Antics   The team becomes aware of Ginny’s secret tattoo.           

there’s no place like home  by darlinginmyway   Mike’s grandmother is having her 90th birthday party, and he needs a girlfriend for the weekend.      

These are the practice oaths by lowriseflare, threeguesses  In the wildcard game against the Mets, Ginny pitches maybe the most beautiful game of baseball Mike’s ever seen. Part 1 of The box of multiple universes   

Traffic Stop by MagicInHerMadness  Ginny meets Mike when he gives her a ticket. It should be the start of an argument but things take an interesting turn.              

Unofficial Member of the Team by Bullpen_Antics  Ginny wears a sweater and people lose their shit.      

Why we call it playing catch   by   lowriseflare, threeguesses  Mike’s last game as professional MLB player takes place on the first of October, a tidy, subdued win against Arizona that sends the Padres into the offseason with an uninspiring 71 game record. Ginny doesn’t care.             

As usual feel free to inbox me your own recs. I’m always on the lookout for good reads. Until next time. Enjoy!

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: Jason Todd x reader where the reader is training with Roy on how to use arrows and Jason gets jealous

A/N: So I’ve never written for The Outlaws before, so this could be completely rubbish and out of character. Despite that, I really enjoyed writing Roy and Kori, maybe I should do that more?? Idk guys, idk.

Tagging: @jadedhillon

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Moving in with The Outlaws was, surprisingly, a lot less difficult than you had expected. You’d been dating Jason for a few years now, and when your own roommate moved out of Gotham for work he’d suggested that you stay with him, save yourself the trouble of finding someone else to share the rent. You stayed over frequently enough that it didn’t take much getting used to, but you weren’t expecting the ease with which you slipped into the camaraderie of the group. 

The apartment was small and by no means fancy, but somehow they made it feel like home. It gave you a warm, fuzzy sensation in your stomach to return from work and have three other people waiting to greet you and ask how your day had been. (It was still mildly terrifying to get up for water in the middle of the night and be confronted by Kori’s glowing eyes when you walked into the kitchen, or to find a gun in the cutlery drawer, but slowly you were becoming used to it.)

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Imagine getting together with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B. I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this, hope it’s the same for y'all when you read it. The epilogue is next, then I back to one shots for a while. (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/Part 5A)

It was a dream come true for Chris to roll over and find you asleep next to him. He was so sure about you and the future he wanted to have with you that he woke, smiling at what transpired a few hours ago. This was a first for him; he’d never woken next to his previous girlfriends and lovers feeling so at peace with himself. He always had doubt and he was always feeling insecure about the longevity of the relationship. He found himself asking the questions: “Is this going to be another on again and off again relationship?” and “Can I be happy for the rest of my life with her?” So far, he’d never been able to say “no” to the first, and “yes” to the second. That was, of course, until you came along; with you, he could easily and swiftly answer both questions to satisfaction.

“I’m the luckiest man on the planet,” he whispered to himself as he gently brushed your hair out of your face. You stirred under his touch, but remained asleep. He smiled as he pulled his hand back, tucking it under his head as he watched you sleep. You were so beautiful and he could’ve done this for the rest of his life. “Thank you for her.” He glanced up at the ceiling and whispered, giving a two finger salute to the omnipotent force that brought the two of you together.

He could’ve and very much so wanted to stay and watch you sleep, but he figured it was better if he went and made breakfast so you could wake up to food. There was no doubt that the two of you needed some after all that energy you burned during your bedroom activities, though it did not just stop at the bedroom. Chris blushed, just thinking about it. He couldn’t tell from looking at you- no one could; you had the ‘good-girl-perfect-student-favorite-child’ kind of vibe going on. But he knew from reading your stories that your conservative nature was just a façade, you were a wild one that knew when and where to be Grace Kelly; the bedroom was not one of those places. You were all kinds of surprising and he planned to spend the rest of his life unveiling each layer of you until he knew you down to your very core.

The weight shifted on the bed and you opened your eyes. You hadn’t been sleeping, you’d actually woke before Chris. You pretended to sleep to see what he would do and say; it was not disappointing at all. You bit back your smile, admiring him from the back as he sat on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his messy hair- your doing, of course- then glanced back at you. You could’ve said good morning, but instead you pretended to be asleep again. Man, you were awkward. It wasn’t until you felt the weight shift on the bed that you spoke, drawing a wide smile from Chris’ handsome face as he turned back to you.

“Running out on me, Captain?”

“Oh darling, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he winked.

You chuckled as you sat up, holding the sheet against you. He smiled and walked over to your side of his bed and sat down by your feet, licking his lips. Neither of you knew what to say, but you couldn’t stop smiling. You finally laughed, covering your blushing face with one hand which made him laugh. You were adorable to him, increasingly so. He reached for you wrist and gently pulled your hand away from your face, resting it on the bed. He smiled at you as he joined his fingers with yours; you smiled back and gave his hand a light squeeze.

“I am really happy right now,” he told you.

“Me too,” you nodded.

“You’re quite the firecracker, Miss Y/L/N,” he teased you and you laughed, pulling your hand from his and throwing yourself back in the bed to bury your face in your pillow. “Oh c'mon, baby,” he chuckled, a hand on your back. “It’s a compliment.”

“I know,” you turned your head slightly, biting your lower lip. Your hair cascaded around you, framing your pretty face. “It’s just weird,” you giggled and he raised a brow, prompting an explanation. “You’re my celebrity crush,” you told him and he nodded, chuckling. “Like- I spent a lot of my time writing fan fiction about you.”

“Incredible fan fiction,” his hand absentmindedly, but soothingly, ran up and down your back. You smiled, sitting up again. “Why’s it weird?” He quizzed, fingers gently tucking your hair behind your ear as he brushed your cheek with your thumb. “Did last night not live up to your imagination?”

“My imagination couldn’t have lived up to last night,” you giggled and he chuckled; his cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling. “No, I mean- it’s weird because this is like a dream come true for me. I’m like a nobody,” you said and he pursed his lips at you; he hated it when you said that because you were everything to him. “Who gets to date their celebrity crush?”

“You,” he answered, “and me when you become a famous, Oscar winning screen writer.” You smiled and reached for his face, brushing his cheek with your thumb. “And can you not call yourself a nobody anymore? You know I hate it when you do that,” he reminded you and you nodded with pursed lips.

“Just out of curiosity,” you began and his facials waited, “what happens to my Tumblr now?”

“Uh- What do you mean ‘what happens to my Tumblr now?’” He asked with narrowed eyes.

“We’re like dating now, right?” You asked and he nodded. “So what does that mean for my writing? Surely you don’t want me to write about-” you gestured between the two of you, “this anymore. I mean- before that, we were friends so it wasn’t really…Y'know, personal. But now-” you cut yourself off, wiggling your mouth. He wasn’t really showing any facial expressions that could tell you what he was thinking. “Is it different?”

He thought about it for a while, then chuckled and answered, smiling. “It is,” he nodded. “But we’re the only thing that’s going to be different.” He told you and you frowned in confusion. “I don’t want you to give up writing about us. Well-” he corrected himself, chuckling, “the reader and Chris.” You laughed softly. “That’s how we found each other, it’d be disrespectful to toss it aside. As long as we have ground rules, it should be fine.”

“Trust me,” you cupped his face in your hands, “I’m going to be incredibly selfish with the details I find out about you.” He chuckled, placing his hands over yours. “Thank you for letting me continue. As perfect as my life is right now, I still like to run off into my writing.”

“I know,” he smiled and turned his head to kiss your palm. “So do I,” he winked and you chuckled. “Anyway,” he began and you dropped your hands as he pulled his away. “Shall we go make some breakfast?” He got to his feet and walked over to his wardrobe to get one of his dress shirts for you to wear. “There’s a food fight story you wrote that I’d love to act out.” He tossed you the shirt and you caught it, slipping it over your body.

“Of course you would,” you laughed and took the hand he was holding out. “Is that what we’re going to do now?” You quizzed as he pulled you to your feet. “Act out every story I’ve ever written?” He shrugged, smiling. “Didn’t you say you love me as me now, and not the me in my stories?”

“I did and I do,” he nodded. “But you gotta cut me some slack, I mean- you wrote us pretty similarly to who we are right now. Real life Chris wants a food fight as much as Fan fic Chris.” You threw your head back, laughing, and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “But does any of that matter?” He smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “We love each other, don’t we?” He asked and you nodded. “Now that’s what’s important.”

“That’s true.”

“Of course it is,” he chuckled and pecked your forehead. “Now let’s go make breakfast, have a food fight, and discuss our upcoming trip to Boston.” You smiled when you remembered that offer was in the letter he wrote you. “Do you think you could take a week off school, or am I asking a little too much of a new girlfriend?”

“We’ve lived a thousand lives together,” you reminded him and he chuckled. “I think I can manage.”

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Naruto Canon Couples Foreshadowing

So many people post about why they think certain pairing “make no sense,” “never had development,” or why their ship is “the only couple that makes sense in the whole series”. So I decided to talk about how there isn’t only just one super special magic couple that “makes sense” in the entire Naruto series solely because you like it better than the others, and that most of the canon couples have some sort of development or moment at some point :)

I’m also just limiting this post to canon so it doesn’t get too long and out of hand! I may do a non-canon post later for fun, who knows! :)

As always, my pretty disclaimer: I am pro-Sakura. You will not find me bashing Sakura on here at all. (I wish I didn’t even have to say that… Jeez.) Oh, and same with Hinata. I won’t be spending time bashing her either. I like to keep things civil :)

And I promise I am not saying “this is why you should like and ship them so there”. That isn’t it at all!! You have the right to ship whoever you want!! (Trust me, kakasaku I also have kakasaku crack ships kakasaku that I enjoy kakasaku.)

I am just trying to express that Kishi didn’t just throw people together by drawing their names randomly from a hat.

Anyway, I won’t get into much detail, I just want to provide at least one example for most of the cannon couples on why there was, indeed, some sort of moment or hint that they might end up together and that it wasn’t “totally unexpected”.

First off, Sasusaku:

I hate when people claim that Sakura and Sasuke have “no development”. Just because you do not want to acknowledge the development does not mean it never happened. Some people try to make it sound like Sakura and Sasuke never ever freaking met each other until the last chapter. Since it’d take way too much time to go over and explain everything related to Sasuke and Sakura’s development because there is a ton of it, I’ll just hit a major point or two.

If you want to discount any interactions between Sasuke and Sakura between the beginning of the series until the chunin exams, I’m okay with that. A lot of people don’t care about it (not me personally though). But the moment Sasuke received that curse mark, Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship took a much more serious turn. In fact, many people began shipping them around that time. Even the data books state that it was Sakura’s heart that helped Sasuke keep his curse mark from controlling him (ya know, in case you couldn’t already tell that from reading and watching it all unfold in the forest of death).

I also chose this moment as an example because after this point, it’s quite hard to argue that Sakura just had superficial feelings for Sasuke. She had seen the darkness taking control of him, and wanted to be at his side and help him stop it from ruining him. She didn’t want to run away because it was too much drama for her or just his problem. She saw how much he suffered, and she wanted nothing more but to help him.

Okay, I could go on forever about that moment, since it’s one of my favorites, but my point is that moment alone should show that there was SOME development. This is when Sakura’s love became completely selfless, in my opinion, as well. It was a really big moment, not only in personal character development, but in the relationship between the two as well. It was one of the reasons, I’m sure, that Sasuke thanked Sakura before he left the village (the first time). I won’t go into that moment, however, because it’s pretty self explanatory (although people to love to argue about it).

Honestly I could make a huge blog post just dedicated to the development of SasuSaku alone (which, hell, I may just end up doing later), so I will just move on before I start. Point was to give you a moment of development.

I really want to bring up the Sakura bringing Sasuke back to the right dimension thing right now too, but that will have a lot of explaining to it as well because of some of the ridiculous arguments around that… SAVE IT FOR ANOTHER BLOG POST MEGAN AND MOVE ON ALREADY.

Now for NaruHina:

I know, I know. It’s not everyone’s favorite couple. I think the reason for that is a good chunk of the NaruSaku fans are bitter (I’m not saying you don’t have a right to be, I’m just saying it’s a reason why).

But it was foreshadowed. I could even tell that while reading the chunin exam chapters as a kid.

It wasn’t all about Hinata’s growth as a character in the exams. It was about how her respect and love for Naruto helped get her there. (I won’t lie though, I do not enjoy that so much of her character was based on Naruto. I feel like Kishi should have given her more of a chance to stand up for herself because of something other than her love for Naruto. I mean, women can do things without men around ya know!)

It also showed that Naruto started to notice her as a person, rather than the weird girl who gets shy around him.

Hinata was also shown to be the only girl who liked Naruto for himself as children. She wasn’t a Sasuke fangirl like the majority of the girls. That was a big part of why she ended up with him (and yes, I know Sakura and Naruto became close, but that isn’t what we are arguing about right now. Plus, as I mentioned in another post, I see Naruto and Sakura’s development as platonic.)

And then Kishi even had the whole war scene. But I won’t get into that, because it’s a bit self explanatory and I don’t feel the need to get into it.

ShikaTema:

Honestly, I don’t think I need to defend them. Their fanbase never really argues about what development they did or didn’t have (that I have seen at least). The little drama about the pairing is always so pleasant. (Well, until someone says “They are the only pairing that ever had development!” and start a fight. Hence why I am blogging this.)

ShikaTema’s development (for me) began when she helped him against the sound ninja (one of my favorite moments, by the way). I know people can use the chunin exams as an example of development, which is a-okay, but I personally didn’t feel it there (but again, that is JUST ME).

Also, remember when Shikamaru’s dad told him that No matter how strong-minded a woman is, she will show kindness to the man she loves” That description TOTALLY describes Temari. Super foreshadowing!! :) That cute smile she gave him after she blew away that sound ninja, that did it for me. Loved it so much. Then Temari snapped right back and became the strong/blunt woman she is once again when she had to help snap Shikamaru back into his senses when he became irate at himself about letting Choji almost die.

Oh, and please let me add this too, because it made me happy as well:

SaiIno:

As for SaiIno, they didn’t really have development, per say, in the manga besides a few small hints (Ino stating she thought Sai was cute, and including Sai in her dream during the war where he fought Sasuke over her).

Plus there was this cute little bit from one of Kishi’s side chapters:

But with this couple, I feel like Kishi put them together because, well, it just made sense.

What I mean is that, to me, it makes sense because Sai is able to take Ino’s last name, so the new InoShikaCho formation could exist (well, by name anyway). Plus Sai feels more like he belongs to a family now I’m sure, considering he was just known by one name, which wasn’t even his birth name to begin with (I hate Danzo so much I really really do). Plus, Sai seems pretty happy, and I love seeing Sai happy :) (Plus, Ino’s sassiness with Sai’s bluntness! Perfect combination!) However I will agree there was barely any development for SaiIno.

… And honestly, I have nothing for Choji and his wife. No one really does. That was pretty random. I like it though. Chocho is freaking adorable with all that sass.

Okay so this is getting too long, so I’ll stop here for now. I guess I just wanted to point out some solid “there was development” moments.

Hope I didn’t bore ya! Thank you for reading :) I really appreciate it!

Hey guys! I’ve gotten a lot of new followers lately, so I thought I’d do a little summary of what’s been going on my blog so far this year to update you all.

I’ve been unusually prolific, so I’ve got a lot of new Sterek fics up, including some old WIPs I updated this year.

So, without further ado, here’s the masterpost, as of mid-April 2017. Happy reading!! And let me know if you think a post like this for my older fics would be helpful as well.

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Seeing Their Ideal Type At A Concert

Requested by anonymous- Also, I’m sorry if it’s dumb and horrible and not what you were looking for. I’ve never done one of these before. I did some looking around and made this to the best of my abilities. I’m pretty sure I wrote these longer than most of the reactions I’ve seen, and less open ended and more story like, but that’s just how I roll. They kinda ended up almost more like mini drabbles lol. Scenarios? Whatever. Also, I felt incredibly cheesy writing these. So much cheese. 

HOSEOK

Originally posted by jghoseoks

Your banner caught his eye first. A huge sign with his face saying “He’s our only hope!” (Kek) He walked over, prepared to give a bit of fan service, when he sees you. He thinks you are so pretty, and practically falls in love with your smile. He’s thrilled to see that you’re here for him when he notices your shirt with his face. He sends you finger hearts and his signature sun smile. He see’s that you and your friends are keeping up with even the more complicated dances, and notices by your movements that there is no way you are not a dancer. Suddenly this boy who was born extra, becomes extra X9000. Tongue is out, hips are thrusting, and he’s spending as much time on your side of the stage as possible. Unbeknownst to you, his whole performance has become about making you smile as much as possible. He catches the flower crown you throw onstage and wears it for the rest of the concert. As he leaves the stage at the end of the night, he makes a mental note to take a selca with the crown in the hopes that he’d see you comment. 

YOONGI 

Originally posted by yoonseok

(I would like to take a quick moment to say I’ve felt the power of his smirk while looking into my eyes. It’s no joke when I say it’s a life changer)

Yoongi’s stage presence is well known for being powerful and charismatic. So it was no surprise to you that your eyes kept being drawn to him again and again. What did surprise you was the feeling that he was actually looking right back. Several times he come over and did his lines while looking right into your eyes, and holy shit, was that a smirk? You tried not to get excited, knowing full well it was most likely fan service. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was just LOVING how into the music you were. You even kept up with his rap lines. He could see by your blush that you knew the grin was for you, so he decided to have fun teasing you for the rest of the night. Just when he thought you couldn’t get more perfect, instead of turning into a sobbing fangirl from the attention, you started teasing him back. You fan yourself when he’s thrusting his hips at you, roll your eyes whenever he says something cheesy, and pretend to puke when he does aegyo. His gummy grin came out in full force when you threw him a devil horn headband, and you raised your eyebrows at him in challenge. He prances around in the headband and the crowd is loving it. Too soon, the night is over. Two weeks later, you find a new comment on one of your youtube covers… MYG comments: ”The music’s not bad devil girl.”

Namjoon

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Namjoon was greeting the crowd when he saw you, and stumbled over his words for a moment. You were stunning. If tumblr was a person, it would be you (I crack myself up). He spent most of the night hanging around your side of the stage, doing all kinds of silly things to make you smile, talking to the crowd as much as he could get away with. He knew he was supposed to be professional and pay attention to everyone, but he just couldn’t help himself. He was pleased when he saw you get excited and sing along with his parts, and thought it was cute when you tried to rap. At the end of the night, he made sure to lock eyes with you as he was saying goodbye to the crowd and gave you one of his famous dimpled winks. Fast forward a few months later, and the boys are looking over profiles for a model to be the love interest in their new music video. Namjoon’s shocked expression has everyone looking at the profile in his hand. “This one.” he growls. It’s you. 

Jimin

Originally posted by armyfanclub

He sees a huge poster of him in a puppy costume in the crowd. It makes him laugh so he looks down at the fans holding it and is shocked. You were perfect. Suddenly, he wants to do nothing but impress you. Goodbye puppy Jimin, hello Adonis. This boy is being completely disrespectful and there are way more body rolls, lip bites, and clothes being pulled off than there was supposed to be. He threw his shirt at you, and you caught it, shocked and blushing, while he grins. The night ends, and you leave a changed person, a Jimin stan for life. You are so worked up you film yourself dancing to Jimin’s solo Lie, and post it on youtube.  A few days later, it’s being retweeted by none other than BTS’s twitter. In your messages you find something from someone with a private profile. “Are you wearing my shirt right now? ;) (I’m sorry, he just seems like he would totally fuk boi text, ya know?)

Jungkook

Originally posted by jeonify

This boy would notice you right away and turn into a blushing mess. Until the music starts, that is. Suddenly he’s serenading you, and smirking, and just being charismatic AF. You were a little older than him and weren’t even a Jungkook stan, but you kept feeling yourself being pulled in his direction. He certainly moved his body in a way that suggested he knew what he was doing. Soon it was you that was a blushing mess and he loved it. You threw the plushie monkey on stage that you had actually meant for another member and he was quick to snatch it up and wrap it around his neck. He spent the rest of the night with it like that, and when the concert was over and they went to their rooms, he had it in bed with him. Some time passed, and you’re performing an acoustic cover of one of your favorite love songs at a cafe, like you do every Saturday. When the song is over, one of the waitresses brings over some tea and tells you it’s been paid for. You look around, and there in the dark corner of the cafe is a person in a black face mask. He pulls it down and winks at you before putting it back. Jungkook has found you. 

Taehyung

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

(The gif kinda explains where I’m going with this one lol)

Ah, Tae. With this boy you never know what you’re going to get. He’s either the most adorable thing to ever exist, or so hot a single glance will melt you into a puddle. When he sees you in the crowd, sex god Taehyung is activated. He’s looking into your eyes while licking his lips. Thrusting his hips, and dancing so incredibly amazing. He’s been pulling his shirt up so much you begin to wonder why he even still has it on. Towards the end of the night, you throw up the two plushies you’d brought for him. He picks them up quickly, and kisses one before giving it back to you with a wink. You both sleep with them that night. The next day you are so inspired (infires!) that you spend all day drawing. You post what you consider your greatest work, Taehyung in all his seductive glory, on tumblr and it seems to be well received. You get a message a few days later. “Do you really think I look like that? WOW. I think you’re pretty too.”

Seokjin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

This man is a born show person. So as soon as he spots you, looking gorgeous and wearing his jersey numbers, he decides to put on the best show of his life. He’s talking to the crowd, dancing his little heart out and singing like an angel. You laughed at all his ridiculous jokes and cried when he did his solo. You were obviously filming and taking pictures, so he made sure to make as much contact with you as possible. At the end of the night, he looks straight into your camera and gives you his famous flying kiss. Several months later, Jin is taking an acting class, to prepare for a drama he was considering trying out for. The teacher reads off names and puts them into groups for a project. As he walks over to his assigned group, he’s stunned, because there you are.

When Adrien Was There- Adrinette Month Day Nineteen

Marinette leans back, looking out the window on the train. Her parents wave, and she gives a halfhearted wave back, as they fade out of sight. She sighs, looking down at her sketchbook. The doctors said spending the spring outside of Paris would help her to heal from her recent asthma attack, but she’s not buying it. Her parents were getting sick of her. That’s why they’re sending her away, to live with an Uncle she barely knows for three whole months.

She flips through her sketchbook, and fights the tears. Everything started falling apart after she heard that conversation.

“She’s never where she’s supposed to be!”

“I know, but Tom, she’s our daughter-”

“No daughter of mine gets a D in science!”

She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d disappointed her parents… and then a failed quiz triggered the panic attack, leading to the asthma attack. And now, she’s being sent away.

It isn’t fair.

Cheng-Shifu picks her up at the station. They don’t speak as she gets in his car, and looks out at the town, through the window. It’s so small, and ugly, and nothing like the bright lights and tall skyscrapers of Paris. She feels homesick already…

The house is nice enough, though. Well, it seems nice enough. He smiles,taking her to a room. “This is yours,” he says, in slightly awkward, but clear, French. “I hope you enjoy your time here.”

“Thank you,” she offers a small smile of her own. “It’s nice. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

He nods, and leaves her to herself. Marinette looks out the window, heading to the balcony, and sighs, leaning against the window. The air here is supposed to be much cleaner, but it doesn’t taste any better than the air at home…

A light flashes.

Her eye is drawn to a lake… and across the lake, a mansion…

It’s pretty. And interesting… she runs down, and taps Cheng-Shifu on the shoulder. “Um, what’s with the mansion? I thought this was a fishing town?”

He laughs. “The Agreste Mansion is from many years ago. It is empty.” His face suddenly becomes far more serious. “You do not go there, Marinette.”

“Why not?”

“Dangerous,” he says firmly. “The floors could give out. It has happened before.”

She sighs. “Can I just go look, if I promise not to go inside?”

He thinks for a moment. “Come back before the tide locks you there. Do not go inside.”

She smiles, and heads out, as the sun sets. Something about that mansion just… draws her to it. She wants to see what’s going on there.

The lake- well, marsh, really- is easy to wade through, on her way. It’s strange… as the sun sets, and the sky is painted pink and gold, the lights in the manor seem to flicker on. Didn’t her uncle say the house was empty? Not just empty, but dangerous for anyone to be in?

And yet… there! In the window! A teenage boy, looking out the window! He presses a hand to the window, and looks down… their eyes meet, and she gasps. His eyes are wide, and bright, and full of emotions. His blond curls frame his face, seeming to blow gently, although he’s inside…

He’s lovely.

She waves, and he gives a sad smile, shaking his head. He retreats from the window, and the lights on the house flicker off. It’s almost as if they were never on in the first place…

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ice-cream ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: helloo do an imagine where the girl is a famous ytber as well and goes on an ice cream date with grayson and some fans spot them and it’s a mess, like this request lol

anon: can you do an imagine where its an icecream date with grayson or something cute like that it doesn’t matter just something cute pls thank you

(a/n – okay so i didn’t really know how to incorporate y/n being a famous youtuber so I just did the request minus that part. i hope that’s okay!) 


“Are you sure about this, gray?” You ask your boyfriend, a little bit nervous and feeling unsure about his spontaneous idea.

“Y/N, it’s just ice cream. Nothing major.” He tries to convince you but by the look on your face he knew it wasn’t working.

“Look, baby,” He uses one of your favorite nicknames, “I want to go out and get ice cream with my girl, is that seriously such a bad thing to ask for? Just one date. One date with you on this super hot day.” He sighs and you give into his sweet words.

“One date.” You wink and laugh jokingly, knowing that you had gone on plenty dates with Grayson before. But that didn’t really stop you from thinking about what could go wrong.

You and Gray used to go on lot’s of dates, but everything just sort of turned sideways when the fans found out you weren’t just Grayson’s friend.

Some fans were very supportive of your relationship, which made you very happy. But others, didn’t like it at all. In fact, they harassed you pretty bad on social media and whenever you and Grayson went out together, they would yell mean things which would draw attention, and that would create more fans that want to take pictures or talk to Gray and it all turned into a big mess.

You didn’t hate the fans for that, of course, but sometimes it did annoy you that they had to interrupt the scarce time you would spend with him. You couldn’t go out very often, not because of paparazzi but because Grayson was a busy boy, and had lots of things to do.

You loved going out with Grayson. More than a lot of other things, but you weren’t sure if you could handle anymore mean words today. It was just, one of those days where you were feeling sensitive.

“Ready to go?” Grayson asks with a grin on his face, happy you agreed to go with him after an hour of convincing .

“Yeah! Let’s go.” You attempt to say enthusiastically, but Grayson knew you all to well.

“Hey,” He coos, “You don’t need to worry. It’s all good. Everything’s going to be awesome. I mean, we’re going for ice cream. What could be better?” He asks with a smile which automatically makes you smile back.

“I know.” You reply and get in the car without hesitation. You decided that you wouldn’t worry anymore, and that you were just overthinking things. You were with Grayson, and as long as you’re with him it’s all okay. His smile was all you needed to get through anything.

As Grayson drove toward the ice cream place, you notice his hand resting on his lap. You smile to yourself and take his hand in yours confidently, looking up at him to see his reaction.

He glances towards you for a moment, the same sweet smile on his face. He raises your hand up to his lips and places a light kiss on the back of your hand, his eyes still trained on the road.

When you got to the ice cream place he looks at you with an encouraging smile, “Do you know what flavor you want?” He asks to ease your nerves and you think for a moment.

“I think i’m going to go with cookie dough this time.” You tell him and he grins,

“With sprinkles?” He asks,

“And whip cream.” You finish with a giggle and he looks at you admiringly.

“Then let’s go get your cookie dough ice cream with sprinkles and whip cream, shall we?” He says all in one breath, making you laugh.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you had already felt more relaxed than before, and you really couldn’t wait to eat some cold, tasty cookie dough ice cream.

You get out of the car and catch up to Grayson, taking his large hand in yours and leaning against him slightly.

As soon as you reached the counter Grayson ordered your ice cream, the old man behind the counter flashed a genuine smile at him, fixing his bright red bowtie as he begins to scoop up your ice cream. When he comes back with your cookie dough ice cream with sprinkles and wipe cream, your face noticeably brightening at the sight of it.

The old man laughs, “Enjoy.”

“Thank you!” You say happily and take your ice cream, making a look of success appear on Grayson’s face but slowly turn into one of confusion when t was his turn to order.

You watched him as he thought, thinking he looked unbelievably handsome at that very moment until a group of loud whispers erupted from behind you.

You could hear Grayson ordering but you weren’t paying attention as you were staring at the group of girls behind you who were staring at you enviously. You decided to completely ignore them so you could enjoy this ice cream date with your boyfriend, so you tune back into his conversation instead of theirs.

You took a bite of your ice cream and couldn’t help but moan in delight, making Grayson and the old man laugh lightly.

“What?” You say with a mouthful of ice cream, making Grayson roll his eyes at you playfully.

“Nothing, my love.” He says sarcastically, the old man handing him his ice cream with a big grin on his face, “Thank you.” He tells the old man politely and the old man’s grin doesn’t disappear, instead it grows wider.

“You two enjoy.” He says happily and we smile at him.

“I love old people,” You whisper in Grayson’s ear making him chuckle and pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. You smile into the tiny kiss, loving the small gesture.

“How’s your ice cream?” He says with his eyes still closed savoring the kiss, his face inches away from yours.

“Great,” You say honestly and take another big bite, “Brain freeze!” You wince in pain and Grayson opens his eyes, laughing at your pain.

“Gray!” You giggle and push him playfully, making him laugh even harder.

The moment was soon ruined by a young girl tapping Grayson on the shoulder, interrupting his laughter.

“Can I get a picture?” She asks excitedly and Grayson hesitates for a moment, glancing at you.

You felt very pressured in this situation as both Grayson and the girl waited for you to speak, “Go ahead. I’ll be here.” You encourage Grayson to go take pictures.

You sat at the stone table eating your ice cream, waiting for Grayson to come back when all of the sudden you look up and the table is occupied by 4 other girls.

“Oh, hello…” You say, startled.

“Hi,” One of them spats,

“We’re going to make this quick.” The other one explains to you with a rude attitude, “We heard the rumors that you’ve been sneaking around with Ethan going around on twitter, so you can give up the sweet loyal girlfriend act.” She hisses and you gasp,

“I would never do th-” You try to defend yourself but one of them stops you.

“Yeah. We’ve heard that before. You better leave our twins alone and save yourself the trouble because we can make your life a living hell!” She yells.

“You don’t deserve Grayson, a slut like you.” Another one mutters and your eyes begin to water.

“Take our advice, Y/N.” The one who started advises, and all four of them leave the table quickly, leaving you by yourself to gather your thoughts.

You could feel a tear streaming down your face as you thought. Cheat on Grayson with Ethan? who would even make up a rumor so cruel and ugly?

“Y/N!” Grayson walks over to you smiling but his smile quickly disappears and a look of worry replaces it.

“What happened?” He asks, “Was it because left you? I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have left that was so stupid…” He starts to blame yourself but you shake your head vigorously, taking a deep breath, “Then what happened?” He asks you again, his eyebrows scrunching together creating wrinkles on his forehead.

You reach out and brush your fingers across them in attempt to smooth them out. You take another deep breath and look him in the eyes,

“When you left,” You start, your voice shaky and unsteady from crying, “There were four girls and they accused me of this terrible thing.” You whisper as if it was a secret, “And they want me to stay away from you.” You finish and wait for his reaction.

He sighs and runs a hand through his fluffy hair stressfully.

“C'mon.” He says and takes your arm gently, sliding his hand down to yours to lead you to the car. You could hear him mumble something frustratedly, it sounded like, “I can’t believe this.”

When you reached the car he turns toward you so that your back was against the car and he was holding both your hands, “What did they accuse you of?” He asks.

“Cheating on you,” You tell him and you see anger bubbling in his eyes, “with Ethan.” You finish and he lets go of your hands, walking away slightly with his head in his hands.

“Why would they even- that’s my twin brother….you would never do that,” He almost yells and you place your hand on his shoulder hesitantly.

“Are you okay?” You ask him and he just stares into your eyes for a moment.

“Are you?” He asks and you shrug,

“I am if you are.” You give him a small smile and he smiles back, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“I love you,” He says, kissing the top of your head and pulling away slightly.

“I love you too.” You reply with a sigh, wrapped up in Grayson’s arms feeling extremely content.

a/n – shittay ending lol… i guess this was ok. i hope you guys like it (: i spent like 2 hours writing this lmao I literally edited this so much and i guess this is sort of better so YEAH I HOPE THIS WAS CUTE AND WOO

Dangerous Woman (Part 1) 🌙

A/N: Hello everyone! As promised, here is the full ‘Dangerous Woman’ smut for all of you! This is part 1 of the trilogy so look forward to more after this! Part 2 and 3 will not be related to this particular smut so every fic will be based on a different scenario! Hope y’all would enjoy this little baby of mine x

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Call-girl industry references, blowjobs, sex in general

Genre: Smutty smut ;)

Requested: No

Summary: In which drug lord! and successful CEO! Luhan goes to a particular call-girl to get his needs fulfilled.

Word Count: 6103

Soundtrack: Dangerous Woman // Ariana Grande

Originally posted by lullabyun

I wanna savour, save it for later

The taste, the flavour


As the CEO of Lu Corporations, the largest upscale drug company in Korea and China, Luhan is viewed as the typical, arrogant and loaded young businessman whom everyone assumes him to be. It’s not exactly untrue; the twenty-six-year-old drug lord basically sits on stacks and stacks of dollar bills in his Lamborghini all day long, admiring his flawless reflection in the rear-view mirror and aimlessly thinking of methods to earn even more money.

Disgustingly handsome and reeking of wealth and power, Luhan walks the world with unbreakable confidence, never seen in public without his perfectly tailored suit and his jet-black hair gelled back with a vengeance. Women clamour to be by his side, dying to look good on his arm. Yet, for some strange and unknown reason, the young drug lord chooses to remain single despite the endless stream of females queuing up to be with him.

Nevertheless, the world views him as one of the luckiest and most successful bachelors out there. Wealth, glory, power, devastatingly good looks, a smooth-running business, a diversity of women to date. What’s there for him to complain about?

Well, there is a teensy little problem for him.

With all the workload and the useless business meetings he has to attend, he barely has enough time for himself and although he might be one of the most successful young men in the country, he’s still…well, a man. And men have their needs that need to be fulfilled, don’t they?

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Skin Deep (Reboot) - Chapter 2

Featuring: KBTBB
Authors notes: Posted this story months ago; reposting to see if there’s any interest in it. You can read part 1 here.
NB: Dark themes will be explored; reader discretion advised.

Sae needs money for her sister’s chemotherapy treatments. Eisuke just wants a woman for casual satisfaction with no strings attached. At first - their agreement is mutual; suck, fuck, pay and walk away. Things start to become difficult though when they cross the fine line into each other’s worlds and learn that there’s more to one another than what they’re willing to show on the surface.

Sae’s POV

There’s a rather unfamiliar pain pulsing through me as I open my eyes to greet the sun which shines brighter than one could ever want. My limbs are knotted within dark navy sheets which have been torn up and off the bed in a kind of rage that I can’t describe as passionate nor irate. There’s an undeniable scent of mixed sweat coating the room which masks the faint vanilla one I swore I could smell upon arrival yesterday. Pushing some hair out of my eyes, I reach over lazily to the clock on the bedside table and wince as I read the time published in irritating green neon lights. 11.36am.

The memories I have of last night are choppy and uncultivated. There are small spots of blood stained into the sheets and the bruises I can feel lining my thighs, chest and neck not quite yet having time to darken all point to an indication of temporary ownership. Rubbing my eyes and coughing into a closed fist, I roll over onto my side to be greeted by nothing but an empty space - the bed is warm under touch where another body should have been. In place, is a pile of crisp hundred dollar notes and a small white card which reads - ‘tonight. same room. same time. wear purple’. Swallowing hard; thirsty and sore, I bite my lip as I decide on the count of three to get out of the bed.

Showering quickly to freshen up - I can’t help but feel as if I’ve put myself on display although there’s no one else here in the room but myself as I gaze through the large window that acts as a divider between the bed and bathroom. Some kind of exotic kink I guess. Wringing my hair out and humming a tune which for some reason to me sounds vaguely familiar I decided to forgo a full face of makeup and wear only my glasses instead, there’s enough red in my cheeks left from last night to act as a blush. Collecting the money off the bed after getting dressed into something clean, I count it once, twice, three times over before it goes directly into my wallet, zipped away out of harms reach.

A thousand dollars - not bad for a nights work; especially one involving the makeshift use of a leather belt, teeth and undeniable power play I wasn’t sure was possible to even exist. My knees are sore from the amount of time I spent on them although I’m sure I’ll be able to walk the fleeting hurt off. Slipping into a pair of plain black ballet flats, I scoop up the clothing which was discarded from last night across the floor and shove it without care into my bag - checking my reflection once over in the mirror secured above the bed I hadn’t noticed at all yesterday until I was forced onto my back I leave without a second thought.

Within mere seconds of the door locking behind me I make my way down to the front desk and request to have the room booked again for tonight. The 30-something year old receptionist behind the counter wearing a low cut, light pink transparent blouse which flaunts her black lace bra and floral perfume smiles coyly at me as she informs me that the reservation has already been made. Eisuke already made the reservation? Cocky. Though after last night this doesn’t surprise me; men like him seem to wear the confident streak well. Sighing, I wonder out aloud with the aid of a whisper if tonight I should make it clear that future appointments must be arranged through Lady Heather. The last thing I need is someone who thinks they’re entitled to me. Own me.

Deciding on grabbing brunch after only fuelling myself yesterday with coffee which has caused a raging symphony to vibrate from my stomach, I head downtown to Aroma’s - a quaint yet bustling cafe I work part time as a pastry chef at on Tuesday  Thursday and Friday mornings. Greeted by none other than middle aged owner Hiromi, I take a seat beside the counter at a small, square table - the constant ring of the bell above the door sounding like a lullaby as morning regulars come through for their before work caffeine fix. Sipping on the short black that’s brought over to me and snaking on French toast, I pull out my diary from my bag and scribble down the details from last night - Eisuke, first time client, strict, slow, enjoys biting. Whilst flipping through the previous pages to compare him against other clientele, my phone starts to vibrate - the caller id being my sister. I answer without hesitation.

“Kaiyo…”
“You’re awake.”

The soft sound of my sister’s voice brings a tear to my eye which fails to shed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”, I ask with a laugh completely carefree although inside, I’m already starting for an unknown reason to feel guilty.
“You didn’t come by last night. I thought you may have been working late but I just wanted to make sure that you were ok.”

A restriction of blithe taints Kaiyo’s words. Dropping my hand into an open palm, I sigh away from the phone quietly. We agree on meeting today - she informs me of the new hospital room and wing she’s been transferred to and I assure her I’ll be there within the hour. Upon request, I purchase some glossy magazines from a newsstand on my way to the hospital. This route allows me to duck in home and grab what I’ll need for tonight. Purple. I wonder why that colour? Before I know it I’m standing at my sister’s bedside; counting the new numerous amounts of tubes and machines plugged into and around her. With an angelic smile she greets me with a soft hello but I can tell, better than anyone on this earth that on the inside - she’s dying.

“The magazine’s you requested little miss”, I smirk, pulling out the pile from my handbag and dropping them into her lap on the bed. Her curious fingers scour through the pages and before I know it - for hours I’m sitting beside her; talking about boys, school, her friends and prom night coming up in a few weeks time. Not once do the subjects of her condition or our mother ever get brought up. It is as if we’ve both decided that over time; those subjects are just better off having nothing said. Kaiyo’s adamant that she’s not hungry but I’m able to coax her to take a few mouthfuls of rice from her hospital meal and a bite of a candy bar I took far too long to decide on from the vending machine when an advertisement featuring one of her latest crushes appears on tv; - a heartbreak looking kind of guy in a band I can’t for the life of me remember the name of; Arashi?

“So… is there a boy you plan on taking to prom with you?”

The question cuts through all the white noise from outside whilst silencing even the tv playing in the room. Kaiyo’s eyes light up with stars even the moon would be jealous of and a teenage blush etches on her cheeks. Hugging the magazine she’s been flicking through for the past 45 minutes to her chest, Kaiyo drops her head; letting loose chocolate brunette curls fall in front of her eyes as she whispers a name.

“..uk..nomiya.”
“Pardon me?”

There’s an awakening delectation in her voice as she speaks up louder, dropping the magazine back into her lap with a thud.

“Eisuke Ichinomiya..”
“Huh?”, I raise an eyebrow completely confused because I know most of her friends, “Who the hell is that?”

Rolling the magazine she’s been holding on tightly to, Kaiyo hits my shoulder and chuckles shaking her head - acting like a school girl. Sometimes it’s easy to forget when she’s acting so strong and mature that a school girl is in fact exactly what she is. Who thought a legitimate question would get such a rise out of her. Staying quiet; she starts to babble.

“He’s gorgeous! So handsome - he’s a businessman and for the last 3 years he’s been voted Japan’s most eligible bachelor. He does charity work and travels around in a private jet to all these places he owns all over the world. He’s so suave and has the most brilliant whiskey colored eyes, like seriously Sae women probably just get impregnated looking into them. He was the first guy to be featured on the cover of Gossip’s magazine and has supermodels and world class actresses practically throwing themselves at him. Have I mentioned he’s handsome?”

I can’t help but laugh at her fondness of a man who seems and sounds both out of reach and fictional. Tucking some hair behind my ears, I shuffle across to the edge of my seat and ask to see a picture of this Eisuke Ichinomiya whilst asking her who her real date to the prom might be. Just as she’s about to show me, Kaiyo’s attention gets pulled towards the television at the mere mention of a name. Remote straight into her hand; she turns up the volume and sighs with heart eyes as the man she was just fawning over appears on screen.

- Japan’s power couple over? Billionaire CEO Eisuke Ichinomiya and Osaka fashion heir Makito Tsumi call it quits after cheating allegations -

A dry swallow burns as it slides down my throat roughly and my back straightens disturbingly. Lips chaffed and eyes still glued onto the screen, I try to comprehend exactly what it is I’m seeing. Eisuke; the man I was with last night… a CEO… cheating allegations. My heart beats faster with curiosity than it should for someone who’s getting paid not to give a damn.

“She’s so pretty”, Kaiyo mumbles beneath her breath, “…but not good enough for him.”

Cutting the time I decided on spending with my sister short to make it to the love hotel early and have a chance to get the upper hand on what the hell is going on inside my head I press a gentle kiss to her forehead; slip the cash from last night’s work into her bedside table draw with a note on it; crossing out the old $7000 scribble to amend the cash left to collect to $6000 and promise her I’ll be back in the morning to check up on her.

Kaiyo doesn’t say anything at all - she forces a smile, confused as to why I suddenly have to go. I promise her that during the week I’ll stop by and take her out if the doctors allow it for a lunch date or perhaps a movie – her choice. Still, she stays silent as if disappointed. As I leave; I can hear the faintest of sobs slip from her lips.



Collecting a key from the front desk, I’m surprised to see Eisuke already in the hotel suite as I walk in. He’s adjusting his cufflinks using the reflection of the mirror - eyes focused on only himself as I totter in; shutting the door with a slight slam behind me - loud - as if to subconsciously try and get his attention.

“You’re early.”

My words fall out as a mumbled observation and he doesn’t respond.

“Is dark purple okay? I was busy this morning and that’s all that I—.”
“There’s a dress on the bed”, Eisuke cuts me off with a forward tone, straightening his shirt and twisting the buttons on his vest, “Wear it.”

Dropping my bag at the door, it hits the ground with a thud and I walk over and gaze at the deep purple cocktail dress that’s laid out flawlessly - tags still attached. Gulping, I find myself unsure of what to do. I’m only here because of an agreement on false intimacy.

“You have 15 minutes to get ready. The dress should fit after the measurements I figured you were last night but if it doesn’t - breathe in”, he explains coldly, turning around to walk by me and take a seat on the lip shaped sofa on the right of the room. Tonight - the room is enveloped in a soft pink shade as cherry blossoms falling are projected onto the walls. It’s a complete juxtapose from last night.

Shifting my weight from right to left; ankles becoming weak - I sigh. I have so many questions - first of all though why do I have to wear a dress? Why was he here this early? Was he waiting long? Why was he on tv earlier? Is this even the same guy? If so why be here when he’s got a gorgeous fling to keep him entertained? Frozen in spot; it seems that Eisuke senses that something’s wrong and tries to clear the air. His words are direct.

“Did you not understand a word I said Ms Shimizu?”

I harsh choke escapes through my lips as I turn to look over one shoulder at him because of how he just addressed me. Eisuke is focused on the cell phone in his hands with his bottom lip caught between his teeth rather than me. His fingers tap away lightly at the screen.

“…how do you know my last name?”
“When you have the influence I do, it’s easy to get information on just about anything.”

His answer doesn’t give much away although it does shake me. I wonder how much else he knows. A part of me is afraid to ask yet another is inquisitive. I pick the dress up slowly; careful not the damage the delicate looking lace and crystals sewn into the neckline as the tapping of heavy feet behind me almost order me to quicken my pace.

“Time’s running out and I’m sure you want to get your makeup done.”
“If we go out though… like, on a date -. I don’t get paid”, I somehow find the courage to speak up. It’s the truth. I’m not here to be dragged around as a short-term trophy - I’m here to suck, fuck, make him feel like a Greek god and leave with some petty cash.

Eisuke glimpses up from his phone through thick, dark lashes and smirks with a huff; the rest of his face remaining the same, sombre expression as before when I first saw him.

“We’ll come back”, he assures me still smirking as if his words are meant to appease me. “And, just like last night, we’ll have some fun. Now change.”

Feeling a tense clamminess start to thicken across my skin, I nod and push the curiosity I have to the back of my mind as I start to strip.







“Yes sir…”

Art ruinner - Roman Josi

Requested by anon: Hi! First of all, I love how you write, keep it up! I was wondering if maybe you could write an imagine of Roman Josi where you are a nurse in Le Children hospital who is in friendly terms with PK from the other times he visited and meet Roman when he and Fish went with him? Thanks in advance girly :)

A/N: omg, I’m the worst. I’m so so so so sorry it took so long. But I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting it.

Word count: 1189

Warnings: sick kids?

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Originally posted by stanleycup

“(y/n)!” I hear from the other side of the hallway.

My shift has been incredibly hard and long, going from room to room and checking on every kid; so when I turn around and see PK  Subban I can’t help it but to smile widely.

“You are a sight for sore eyes, PK.” I answer, walking towards him.

I’m about to open my arms for him when I realize that he has company; that’s new. I met PK back when he played in Montreal; he had just started the PK foundation and he enjoyed coming to the hospital and meeting the kids and spending time with them, but he came alone.

“(y/n), these are Mike Fisher and Roman Josi.” He introduces me to the two individuals. “Guys, this is the prettiest nurse in the hospital, Ms. (y/n)(y/l/n).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say, shaking both men’s hands.

PK and Mike are attractive, but Roman is something else. If he wasn’t wearing a hockey jersey I’d have said that he was a professional model. His eyes are the prettiest of green and his smile could light up the whole city of Montreal.

“How is little Anthony?” PK asks, following me around while I check my clipboard for the next patient.

“Back home and making his parents crazy.” I tell him, smiling. Anthony has been sick since he was born, so the fact that he is home is the greatest news I could tell him.

We walk around, visiting pretty much all the kids who can’t leave their rooms. It is heartwarming to see how excited the kids are when the players walk in; that’s the beauty of kids, they don’t really care that they don’t play for the Canadiens, they are just excited to have them there, they think that it is the coolest thing ever.

“(y/n), (y/n)! It’s PK!” Justin yells at me as soon as I walk in, jumping up and down on his bed.

“Justin, do not do that!” I scold him, helping him down the bed and taking the heart rate monitor clip from his finger so he can run to PK.

“PK! Have you seen how much I have grown?” Justin is so excited, he pretty much runs into the three men.

“Justin, buddy!” PK picks the kid up and Justin bursts into a fit of laughter. “Man, stop growing or you are going to outgrow me soon.”

“(y/n) says that I’m going to be six feet tall.” He says proudly.

“At least.” I add, reading Justin’s report and looking for any indication from the doctor. There were none but to give him his normal medication. “Ok buddy, it’s time to my least favorite part.”

Justin turns around and looks at Mike and Roman, smiling cockily.

“(y/n) thinks that I’m scared of needles.” He whispers to the men. “I play along and pretend that I am, but it is all her.”

I raise an eyebrow and tell him to come to me with my finger. Justin sits on the bed, his legs hanging on the edge and I do it fast, he doesn’t even realize that I’ve done it until PK, Roman and Mike applaud.

“That was the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.” Roman says, and I catch a slight accent in his voice. Where are you from, Mr. Pretty Smile?

It takes an hour to go through all the rooms and we finally get to the play area, where the healthiest kids can play and interact with each other. Most little guys are playing hockey, as always. They use small plastic sticks and a foam ball, but the games get pretty heated sometimes; they were bumping into each other and clashing sticks instead of actually playing.

“Hey hey hey, easy there.” I say, sitting on one of the small chairs.

The kids are quick to drop their sticks and tackle PK, Roman and Mike, asking them to play with them. PK and Mike accept, and soon enough they are on their knees, playing with sticks that are the side of their arms. On the other hand, Roman sits next to me on a chair that is way too small for him.

“They are great kids.” He just says, looking at the boys play and the girls paint, lifting up their masterpieces for us to see.

“They are.” I answer, looking around. “That is stunning, Alyssa.”

“How long have you been working here?” He wonders, smiling at Ronnie, who is holding up a painting of a flower for him. “Thank you so much, sweetheart.”

“Three years.” I say, laughing when Jax launches himself against Mike, trying to check him.

Not gonna lie, it was hard sometimes; spending my days with sick children who haven’t had enough time to live and are battling to know something more than a hospital room.

“That’s amazing.” Roman says and I can’t help it but to smile.

“Where are you from?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t like to talk about me.

“I am praising you and you ask me where I am from.” His voice is amused.

“Pretty much.” I shrug, grabbing a piece of paper and a crayola, starting to drabble.

“I’m from Bren, Switzerland.” He says, taking a denim blue crayon and starting to draw something on my piece of paper.

“Get your own piece of paper, Josi. You are ruining my art.” I slap his hand away and he laughs.

“You know what, I take back what I said.”

“You aren’t Swiss anymore?” I joke and he laughs again. God, his laugh is heavenly.

“The ‘you are amazing’ part.” He clarifies and I smile.

“You never said I was amazing.” I get up from my chair and lean over to whisper to him. “But I’ll take it.”

PK and the guys play with the kids for a little while more before they have to leave. They take the classic picture with the hospital stuff and some kids, and I walk them to the door.

“Thank you for dropping by. The kids are not going to shut up about this for weeks.” I say, hugging PK tightly. “Montreal misses you.” I whisper and I know that he is smiling.

“And I miss Montreal.” He squeezes my hand before letting go. “But Nashville is treating me alright.”

“It was nice meeting you, (y/n).” Mike says his goodbyes, shaking my hand again.

“Likewise.” I answer back.

Subban and Fisher walk away, getting into the car that will take them to the hotel, so it’s just Roman and I now.

“Thank you for coming with him. It really means the world.” I say truthfully.

“Believe me, it was my pleasure.” He sounds just as truthful.

“Well, drop by again if you are ever in the neighborhood.” I tell him and he smiles.

“We’ll do.” He assures me, and starts walking away, but stops half way to the car. “(y/n), maybe you would like to grab a bite someday.”

“You say that like you are going to be around for long.”

“Good point… dinner tonight?” His smile is still on his face.

“Sounds like a plan, art ruinner.” I say, turning around and walking back in.

[VKM Spec] Tackling VKM 9|10

I was encouraged enough by what I saw in VKM 10 to write down my thoughts on what I’m seeing for the story and for VKM 9 and 10 in particular. This post will be slightly different from my previous chapter reviews; I’ll be covering topics of interest in random orders rather than going through the chapters step by step (mostly to avoid revisiting VKM 9 as much as possible). 

For anyone who hasn’t seen the raws or translation (is this even possible at this point?) they can be found here courtesy of @alldempretties​.

I’m still displeased with the direction Yuuki’s character has taken, and I’m not comfortable with Zero and Yuuki’s relationship as it currently stands. However, I am encouraged by Zero’s response to the new status of their relationship, and I see some potential in the new twist on where Aidou’s research is taking him as well as in the broader themes of the timing of VKM 9 &10 in general and Yuuki’s interior monologues about Zero in particular. 

If you’d like to read more, and if you don’t mind a healthy dose of Yuuki criticism, please feel free to read below the cut. (Fair warning: I have no filter in this post. Tread with caution.)

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[Femslash February]: Rescue

okay so technically it’s not feb. 3rd anymore but as far as i’m concerned it’s still yesterday until i go to sleep so i’m going to pretend this is right on time. i have to do this for 25 more days rip me xD


Day 3: Rescue (Chlonette/Chlobug)

Words: 1616

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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Chloe was actually going to die of boredom at this dinner party. Seriously. She could feel her brain cells shriveling up, and she was going to end up brain dead way before dessert even came. 

Galas were way more fun. Galas had music, endless supplies of alcohol, balconies to smoke off of, and far more opportunities to dance and flirt with the sons and daughters of the other politicians in attendance. Dinners were tolerable only if she happened to be seated around interesting company or had the opportunity to wax on about her own life for the sake of drawing in the attention. 

But she was currently listening to one of her father’s staffers drone on and on about fiscal responsibility in the coming year and Chloe was two seconds away from stealing the bottle chianti, crawling under the table, and getting drunk alone. The man looked old enough to have fought in the damn French Revolution, and all of this economics talk was going completely over her head. It didn’t help that her father and some young son of another staff member were enraptured with the conversation, leaving Chloe to trace the rim of her wine glass and doze off from the conversation. 

Chloe pulled her phone out of her purse and surreptitiously sent a text. 

chloe: is death by macroeconomic discourse possible? asking for a friend.

mari <3: oh my. dinner’s that bad?

chloe: i’d rather use the melon ballers to scoop out my eyeballs

mari <3: ew :P poor thing. it’s only for an hour more right? you can do it!

chloe: :((((((((

chloe: all these old men are horrible i just wanna cuddle with a beautiful girl and make out with her all night is that too much to ask?

mari <3: huh. sorry. don’t know where you can get one of those. 

chloe: you little brat come save meeeeee >.<

She felt her father nudge her side with his elbow and lean his mouth down next to her ear. “Chloe, please put the phone away and behave.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and whispered back “Daddy, you can count on me to be perfectly pleasant and keep any conversation lively, especially if it’s for your benefit. But to be perfectly frank, this conversation died when the salad got here, and this talk about investments is actively drying out my skin.”

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Fighting A.I

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: Ashton and y/n get into a fight so Ashton tries to make it up to you

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“I am so fucking done with you Ashton!” I screamed, angry at the drunk man standing in front of me. Another night. Just one of the many nights where Ashton has come home at 2 o’clock in the morning drunk off his face. 

I know he’s stressed, management is draining the life out of him and I can see it. They won’t let us make our relationship public even though we’ve been dating for over 6 months. Ashton spends all his spare time in meetings with management about how fucking stupid it is for them not to let us be public.

It’s stressful for me too, I have to pretend that Ashton isn’t the love of my life and that we’re just ‘best friends who live together’. But Ash is dealing with it in a way that I hate. He goes out with the boys and comes home at 2-3 o’clock in the morning, stumbling and dizzy.

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I Dont Even Know Her Name

Shawn Mendes x reader

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Authors Note: Hiiiiiii, this was a request given to me a few weeks back and it really stuck out to me when I was struggling for ideas so I hope you enjoy!

Request: Can you do an imagine based of “I don’t even know your name”!?



SHAWNS POV

Damn she is beautiful. Beautiful is not even the right word to describe her. She is stunning, alluring, exquisite, and gorgeous all at the same time. Granted, those adjectives all generally mean the same thing, but this is different. She is different. Her beauty has a way of changing all of these words to describe attributes that extremely different than what they mean. I haven’t even uttered a ward to her yet and she is already captivating my mind. I have to meet her. 

The crowded night club doesn’t make it very easy to meet her and her barrier of friends makes it practically impenetrable. I noticed her as soon as I walked by the bar. I think my friends have kept walking by now and not even noticed that I stopped to stare. What feels like minutes to me has been only seconds that I have been looking at her. 

I can’t even comprehend that I am moving until I see her getting visibly closer to me. Of course I am the one that is moving toward her, even though my head is screaming at my feet to stop. Its like a magnetic force is drawing me in toward her. I can’t help it. 

Oh shit. She sees me. We locked eyes. I quickly look to the ground but somehow I am still walking toward her. I can feel her eyes staring at me. I am still staring intently at my feet as I walk which is probably not the best thing to be doing in a crowded night club. I stare at the scuffed tops of my trusted shoes as I read closer to her. I stop and my breath hitches when I reach to a pair of dainty open toed shoes and some and maroon painted toenails. I slowly look up at the woman standing right in front of me. She is smiling and laughs lightly as our eyes finally meet.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hey.” I whisper. I tried to be smooth, but I’m obviously not. She looks at me as if she is waiting for what i will say next. I’m going to be honest, I’m scared out of my mind. “i’m Shawn.” I say. Nice start man.

“I know!” She laughs. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and looks quickly at the ground before returning her gaze to you.

“You do?” I ask. I’m honestly surprised. I know i’m in Toronto, but for some reason it never registered to me that my fans aren’t only 16 years old.

“Yeah, Shawn Mendes right?” She asks as she leans her back up against the back of the bar. 

“Yeah thats me.” I laugh as I scratch the back of my neck, a nervous habit. 

“I saw one of you shows  few months ago with some of my girlfriends. You are very talented.” She says. 

“Thank you. It means a lot to hear that.” I say. Why the fuck did I just say that?

“You know I have always wanted to meet you, to have a conversation.” She says. 

“Well I’m here.” I say, “Can I buy you a drink?”

She lifts up the bottle of water in her hand and says, “I’m driving tonight, thank you though.” 

“Of course.” I nod and I turn away I take one step to find my friends before a hand grabs my arm. It feels as if it burns and tingles at the same time and when I turn back around it is her hand that is placed on my arm.

She pulls her hand away and says, “Just because I don’t need you to buy me a drink, doesn’t mean I don’t want to talk to you!”

“Oh I’m sorry.” I say, “Do you still want to talk?”

“I was going to ask how it feels to be on stage.” She asks.

“It’s thrilling. It’s like nothing I have ever experienced before in my entire life. It is a confidence booster to stand in front of tens of thousands of people knowing that every single one of them is there to see you. It’s like a drug and you could say I’m addicted to it now. I’m currently on break and I want to be on stage more than anything.”

“Wow.” She says, “That must be amazing!”

“So what do you do?” I ask.

“I’m training to be a nurse at the Toronto General Hospital.” She says as she takes a sip of her water bottle. 

“Oh really?” I ask. 

“Yeah, I actually grew up in the states but I got a scholarship to go to University of Toronto and I ended up here.” She says, “I love it more than anything”

“I’m glad!” I say, “Toronto is a pretty great place.”

“Yeah, the people I have met are so different than the people in the states.” She laughs.

“What do you mean?” I laugh. 

“Well everyone is just generally nicer here.” She says, “I don’t even know how to explain it. I got lucky because most of my best friends from college ended up getting accepted into the same hospital as I did and I share an apartment with one of them. I’m a junior at U of T.”

“Oh cool.” I say. 

“Yeah…” She nods. “You are very handsome.”

“I’m sorry?” I ask. She thinks I’m hot? 

“Sorry, I’m doing this new thing that I try to be as up front with everything as I can and right now I just did it even though I totally didn’t mean to and I-”

“No its okay!” I laugh, “I was going to say the same thing to you.”

“You were? Oh thank God!” She sighs.

“Do you want to get dinner sometime? I’m in town for a few more weeks.” I say.

“Yeah I would really love that.” She smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ear. 

“You know I don’t think I ever caught your name.” I say

“Oh yeah I’m-” She begins but two of her friends pull her away to the dance floor before I can hear her. Before I can even get her number. I spend the rest of the night looking for her. I scan the crowds countless times before my buddies and I decide its time to just let it go. 

I feel like I see her all the time. I see her in restaurants and stores. I don’t actually see her though. It is just my subconscious telling me to see her because I am constantly thinking of her. I can’t stop actually. 

After about a week and a half of struggling to remember this girl I decide to sit down with my guitar and try to put my thoughts to paper. At the top of the sheet I write ‘I don’t even know your name’ and I begin to pour out my feelings to music. 

Oh, you waited so long
Sometimes, it’s hard to stand out
And you, don’t have to do anything else
But be yourself