more like trying to take a picture with a squirming child

P.O.V (Christian Yu AMBW Smut)

This is for my friend @silhouetted-beauty I hope you enjoy it~ as well as the rest of my lovely followers. 

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

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How it happened was simple, but then again nothing was too complicated when it came to the both of you. Christian came inside of your shared bedroom, plopping down next to you on the sheets he looked over to see you on your tablet swiping through the candy crush game. He waited a bit hoping that you would take notice that he was there, but when you didn’t, he became needy for your attention. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing on the skin there before trailing his lips towards your shoulder causing you to laugh.

“Christian. Don’t you know how hard this level is.” You huffed slightly trying to squirm away from him as your fingers continued to glide across the screen. You had been stuck on this level for weeks now and it seemed you were going to win but he kept fucking with you kissing on the spots he knew would make you wet in a matter of seconds.

“I love that you always play so hard to get, when we both know you’ll be under me begging me not to stop.” He teased kissing down your exposed arm towards your wrist.

“That’s the damn problem!” You insisted maneuvering away from his advance to jump off the bed. Your large shirt coming to rest past your ass, because you were too lazy to put on clothes half the time, at this moment you were shocked that you had on panties because even undergarments were a hassle. Christian chuckled watching you scurry away from him, moving to walk into the front room of the condo with a smile on his lips. He laid back on his bed looking up at the mirror pouting as he looked at his reflection, his wild curls falling everywhere.

“I’m so jealous of you.” He spoke to the mirror. “You get to see her beauty while I’m away and she never fights you off.” He almost whined like a child.

“That’s because the mirror can’t harm me.” You muttered under your breath going to drape your body across the couch. It took you a good twenty minutes before you were jumping up and shouting with joy at the fact that you beat the level. Christian who had been staring out the window drifting off to sleep stood up and treaded towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist after he did a quick check out of your body.

“I’m so proud of my jagi.” He cooed in a deep voice that was becoming raspy due to the mood he was in.

“I’m proud of me too. Hard work pays off.” You stuck out your tongue but gave in this time letting him pull you down onto his lap on the couch. He chuckled softly as he kissed your cheeks.

“Yeah being a game addict sure pays off.” He rolled his eyes tickling your sides.

“Hey! HEY! Would you rather I be addicted to someone else?!” You questioned as you gripped at his hands, he chuckled moving to lay you down onto the couch looking down at you.

“I would rather you were addicted to me.” He frowned leaning down to press soft kisses against your lips, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Mmm, getting addicted to you means that I will never let you go.” You wrinkled your nose slightly and he leaned forward to bite onto your jaw humming.

“Baby, I will take you to work with me no problem but don’t act like that’s a reason. You don’t like how weak I make you.” He gripped your chin, looking up at you with a smile. Your insides churned because he was right, but you didn’t like admitting that he had that much power over you with his cute kissable lips, and defined muscles littered with tattoos. Huffing slightly, you nodded agreeing with him but not saying the words. He only laughed louder, peppering your face with kisses before he pulled back.

“So, I’ve been thinking..” He started and you just stare at him.

“What now oh dear love of mine?” You asked in a teasing tone lifting an eyebrow, he chuckled at your teasing nature, playing in your hair.

“Well, I want to shoot a video.” He said and you didn’t know why but your just let little strings of giggles slip past your lips as you watched him until he went quiet not saying anything.

“Baby, forgive me for laughing but don’t you do that always? You just shoot two videos this week.” You brought your hand up to play in his hair as well.

“That’s not what I mean love. I want to film you.” He stated with a cocky smirk.

“I don’t sing or dance. I pole dance but that’s it.” You shrugged lightly not liking the fact that he was still smirking at you. “What!!” You asked again trying to sit up but he pulled you back down.

“I mean, okay. I want to film you. Film us while we are having sex, I want to capture it all.” He bit on your bottom lip tugging it softly.

“What- oh hell no! What if it gets leaked? What if someone breaks in and steals it and leaks it? What if you play it around your boys and they take pictures!” You were beyond anxious about what he had said to you. And hating the fact that your pussy was slightly becoming dampened from the idea of him filming the both of you.

“Hey, calm down. Baby you know that I wouldn’t leak my work, whatever happens DPR and I both go down. That’s my group too and I can’t risk that. I won’t say that I wouldn’t use a piece like maybe you on my lap but they wouldn’t be able to see your face. And if you didn’t want them to see at all they won’t see. I don’t want them needing an excuse to try and take you from me anyways. Who the hell is going to get passed Lori? She is sweet but she will be aggressive when necessary. Just like her mommy.” He cooed burying his face in your neck with a sigh. “Please baby? Please y/n. I won’t show anyone I promise, I just want to capture shit I don’t get to see when I’m so wrapped up in you. And who knows we may laugh at it. Don’t you want to see the faces we make? If the sex is as good as we think it is? You could even show me what I need to improve on.” He urged slightly pressing more kisses on your neck. You thought about it, sighing as you looked up to the ceiling. It wouldn’t hurt to try it, Christian had sometimes pissed you off but he never did anything to make you mad. You chewed on your bottom lip, looking back at him you thought for a few long minutes while he kissed on your skin. He did have a lot of shit at stake, maybe even more than you since he was the one in the limelight.

“I will seriously consider breaking up with you if you let this get out.” You promised silently grabbing his chin making him look you in the eyes to know you were telling the truth. He nodded looking at you in your eyes.

“I won’t ever hurt you baby. I promise.” You nodded your head leaning close to press your lips against his softly causing him to release a groan as he kissed you back, he moved to pull back from you and lift you up in his arms carrying your body bridal style into the room. He dropped you down onto the bed moving to grab at his video camera, turning it on letting it slowly load.

Once he had it ready he hit record placing the camera on the bed facing you. Christian watched you as he went to his computer hitting play on the ‘Movie Shoot’ song he directed with Loco and DPR Live. You laughed softly feeling your cheeks heat up as well as a rise in your heart rate. You were so nervous and he wasn’t making it any better. He walked to the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his dark blue shirt slowly letting it slide off his body. Your eyes were greedy taking in the sight before him, how he was toned and defined. Your eyes changed quickly, your teeth tucking your bottom lip between them as you watched him. He chuckled as his hands moved down to grip at his pants undoing them and pushing them down he stepped out leaving his boxers on. He reached under the bed to grab at the red bondage rope that you liked to play with sometimes. He crawled on the bed, kissing up your legs slowly switching sides as his warm large hands came to part your smooth thighs. He flicked his tongue against your panties smirking at how your hips twitched lightly. He bit onto the fabric causing you to release a shaky moan, your hands moving to comb through his hair. You watched him grip at your shirt and push it up your body until you were helping him pull it off, and throw it across the room. Your bare chest on display for him, one of your pierced nipples already puckered and past hard. He leaned down to kiss at it, your head tilting slightly because you loved feeling his lips on your skin.

He moved to let you straddle him, kissing you deeply, as your hands trailed up and down his built body over the taught muscles and ink under your fingertips. You broke the kiss to run you tongue across his neck and his adams apple going to his chest to lick across the ink. He groaned slightly as your lips continued to kiss and guide your tongue against every ounce of his tattoos that you could find. Your hips were pushing down against his, a slow grinding session between the two of you. He gripped at your hair yanking your head back so that he could suck on your skin, his hand gripping at your hips to push you down. Once he felt he was becoming too needy he flipped you over staring down at you.

“Hands up baby.” He instructed and you nodded your head, placing your hands up above your head against the headboard. He used the red rope to bind your wrist and lope around to tie it sturdily against the headboard, you looked up at the bow he knitted, seeing that you were stuck in place you made up your mind to just enjoy it. Christian leaned close kissing your lips gently, he nibbled on your bottom lip as the two of you made out, taking the kiss slow at first and let it build up to become more heated and needy. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands moved to grope at your breast, flicking his fingers against your nipples, your back arched as you moaned out, opening your mouth you let him dominate the kiss. Swirling his tongue around yours, pulling it into his mouth he nibbled on it gently pulling back with a wet pop. He kissed down your body burying his face into your neck to suck hickeys onto your skin, letting his mouth roam over all of your spot, trying to earn those sweet needy moans from your lips. Soon he was cupping your breast together letting his tongue press against the hardened buds wrapping his lips around them to give harsh sucks, he bit down lightly onto your skin, watching as your body arched and you couldn’t contain the little whimpers that left your lips as he pleased you. He let his lips trail down your body, licking and nipping around your belly button. He watched you through his wild hair that fell into his eyes, he gripped at your panties pulling them down your thighs, he let them fly across his room to join your shirt. He moved to grab at your favorite vibrator using his arms to press your legs down against the bed, he puckered his lips to blow air onto your pussy causing you to inhale sharply fisting your hands. You nodded your head telling him to continue, he gripped at the camera pulling it close to the both of you, he leaned his head down dipping his tongue inside of you slowly, he pushed it deep until he couldn’t push anymore flicking it inside of you. He moaned against your heat, thrusting his tongue in and out, curving it he searched for your spot swirling his tongue around your dripping pussy. He let his lips wrap around your pussy sucking on it, pulling his tongue from your entrance and he flicked it up and down your slit before he wrapped it around your clit, sucking harshly at it, he gripped at the camera moving it to stare at your face instead of him, he smirked happy to capture your reactions. Your hands twisting in the rope and your back arching as you looked down at him. Your thighs tried to shut, but he wasn’t having it, he nipped on your pussy lips, pulling them with his teeth. He pulled back to turn on your vibrator pressing the head against your clit, he watched as you let out a cry of pleasure, your bottom lip quivering. He moved it up and down slowly, leaning down to flick his tongue against your entrance groaning as he kissed on your pussy trying to pleasure you. He grabbed the camera placing it on his chest to film you, biting on his bottom lip he watched you as he switched the knob to medium speeding up his arm motions to make the vibrator press harder against your clit. He only kept the camera up for a bit before he was placing it back down on the bed, he moved it back to focus on both of you, slipping two fingers inside of you, he plunged them in and out of your hole, twisting them slightly he groaned watching you buck your hips up. Your pussy squeezed around his fingers, you could feel all the wetness slide out of you and onto the mattress and his fingers. Your mouth dropped open as you lay there against the headboard tugging harder on the rope throwing your head back. He made you feel so good, his fingers were thick and they stretched you out in the most delicious ways.

He made sure to always bury himself knuckles deep, making sure he was stretching you out. He let his finger slip inside of your ass giving you a shocker, feeling both of your holes up as his hand started to move faster inside of you.

“Christian please!” You shouted out, already feeling needy and ready for the foreplay to end.

“Be good.” He stated licking over his bottom lip, it was killing him too, you could see the tint in his pants but he was always focused on taking care of you. Thrusting his hand at a particular angle he hit your spot causing you to cry out.

“Like that?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Do you like that baby doll? Do you like how daddy feels both of your holes?” He questioned earning slight whimpers of yeah from your lips.

“This fucking pretty pussy takes it so well. I love your pussy so much baby.” He groaned leaning turning the vibrations on high, your hips sputtered and you felt your body react. Tightening up you released a cry of pleasure, as your orgasm swept through your body. He didn’t stop, releasing a slight growl he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your rapidly, he watched as your body writhed under him, legs thrashing as you tried to get a reprieve. Your stomach tightened up again, your walls were clamping down on his fingers, he smirked letting his arms surge forward, his biceps were coming on display the veins in his muscles became on display. Your head rolled to the side, crying out his name as your orgasm rippled through you again, not only cumming but you were squirting as well getting his forearm wet as well as the sheets under you. Only then did he remove his fingers away from your pussy to suck on them as well as the one inside of your ass. He smirked down at you as he cleaned up his limbs flicking his tongue across your body lip. He moved off the bed, pushing his boxers down until they were at his ankles he stepped out of them, crawling back on the bed, he knocked your legs wide with his own, he gripped at his camera moving to press his cock against your entrance. He smirked as he looked down at you. “Come on, fuck yourself on me, you can push down on it.” He was stern and playful at the same time.

You pushed down on him, groaning as he entered inside of you. You pushed your hips down until you were burying him inside of you, with his help of course. Once he was inside of you, you pulled your hips back as much as you could before pushing your hips down, whining in frustration because he was living in this moment, letting the camera looking at your body bouncing on his member as he groaned, his eyes going up to your breast watching them bounce as well. He groaned shutting his eyes trying to let you do all the work but he just couldn’t leave you alone he had to have more of you. Christian gripped your hip with one hand, he started to slam inside of you causing you to scream out, your wrists were becoming raw from how you tried to move, but you loved the bite you just knew he would yell at you for harming yourself. Christian leaned down to press his forehead against yours, pressing the video camera down on the bed he used both of his hands to grip at your hips as he pulled you down onto him. You were in complete bliss, your stomach tightened harshly as you felt your orgasm approach again. You were sensitive and you felt like the sensitivity was going to make you cry.

“Christian- I’m close I can’t cum anymore.” You whimpered out screwing your eyes shut. He moved his arm to press his fingers against your clit rubbing it harshly. He was winding his hips against yours. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him puckering your lips for a kiss, he leaned down to give it to you as your orgasm swept through your body once again, this time Christian came with you filling you to the brim as he let it held you close to his body. He groaned feeling your essence on his cock, pulling back slowly from you he watched as you shuddered and tried to calm down. He let you breathe for a few seconds, sweat sticking to his forehead, he moved to bend down pressing kisses along the curve of your hips biting into your ass cheek. Grabbing the camera, he tilted it up to the mirror, holding it there he pushed inside of you again slowly.

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

Christian moved slowly, in and out of you husky groans slipping past his lips as he watched himself continuing to slide inside of you. He put the camera down for the last time, he kissed up your body until his arms were wrapping around your waist and he was grinding deep inside of you. He kept it slow, letting your hips brush against each other as he buried himself with each stroke. He groaned against your warm skin, feeling his cock pulse with release but he was intent on getting you off first. His hands gripped at your ass cheeks, one finger pressing against the puckered entrance while your lips met once again. He was riding you, his hips brushing against your sensitive clit, your hands balled into fists as your pussy wrapped around cock. This round was the longest but cumming so many times back to back wasn’t easy on your body since you didn’t always go this many rounds.

You moaned for him, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist letting the heels of your foot press against his lower back. He kept thrusting, erratically and picking up the speed as he became needier. With three more strokes, he had you full out sobbing as you released for him, your hips pushing back but his hands pulled you back forward, his cock pushing so dep it hit your cervix. He spilled his cum inside of you one last time, pausing his hips as he broke the kiss to get a breath of air. Your eyes searched each other and he gave you a lazy smile pressing kisses all over your face.

“Thank you, baby.” He said sincerely nuzzling your noses together, pulling out of you he reached up to undo your wrists, turning off his camera he moved it back to his dresser, he moved to lay back beside you pulling your drained body against his playing in your hair.

“We are watching it later.” You huffed and he nodded kissing your forehead.

“Anything to keep you off candy crush.” He teased with a bright smile.

Experiment #3 - Request

Requested by anon:  okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,424

Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)

A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)

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Originally posted by lovepotterwholockuniverse

| Experiment #1 | Experiment #2 |

Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N) was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research. John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.

“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”

“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.

“No tension or anything?” John continued.

“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.

“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.

“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”

(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.

“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired playfully.

“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?” Sherlock fumed.

“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the coffee table and throwing his hand up.

“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”

“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.

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Invisible, Chapter Eight

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1650

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A-Z NSFW: Sehun

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 
Sehun’s the baby, he’s normally the one being taken care of, so I don’t see him being overly good at caring for someone else he cant even cook noodles cmon so aftercare is kind of a joint effort between the two of you. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
His hips are out of this world, I don’t trust those things, they have a mind of their own. Sehun knows his hips are the shit, especially when it comes to being with you, his hips are kind of his pride and joy. I ain’t even going to try and play, he loves your ass. There, I said it. He’s got pretty big hands too…your booty is his go to place to touch and grab at any given time.

C = Cum 
Because he’s young and he’s not the most experienced and porn is lies I don’t think he quite knows how to deal with cummin when another person is in the mix(i.e. not jerkin it) so he’s kind of messy. Changing the sheets and a shower are almost a necessary thing to do after sex with him.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
It’s not really anything significant, like he tried on your panties a few times or anything, I think a lot of people do this? But who’s going to tell someone they jerk off to their instagram selfies, honestly?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Him and Kai be takin’ noonas’ phones and giving them back with the history erased….we know what y’all were up to you little shits. He’s pretty young, and even younger when he got into SM, so I don’t think he had a lot of time to fool around, but if his ass is taking a noona’s phone and doin that, boy watches too much porn, he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position
He’s almost a sub, in the sense he lets you do what you want. Not so much about control, but he likes laying back, and watching you in your element while riding him, just his hands on your hips guiding you slightly. Sehun’s unspoken thing, not so much a kink though, is he likes seeing you above him, you riding him and the likes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sehun’s a dork, we all know this. But I think subconsciously he puts on a mask of a ‘man’ when he’s in the bedroom, he’s pretty focused and all business and intense eyes when he’s having sex. Unless he’s drunk…then that’s a different story.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Sehun’s pretty smooth, not a lot of hair on his tummy, just a lil bit, so I imagine that matches down below. Not a lot, just a lil bit. He keeps his junk pretty organized, he’s not bare, he trims pretty well, though.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
I don’t see Sehun being the most romantic boyfriend/lover in general, I think you’d be more of a dorky couple than romantic so I don’t think he’s really into the whole circus of going all out just to show how much he loves you and all, when he can just say it. He’s an after sex talker, to be honest with you, he coos about how much he loves you once you’re done and just coming down from the high.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Again….the noona’s phone…I don’t know any boy that just casually watches porn and doesn’t jerk off. Sehun’s a ‘steal and noona’s phone and lock himself in the bathroom’ kind of masturbater, it’s completely obvious what he’s doing but he thinks he’s being sneaky so we’ll just let it slide.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I really don’t see him being very kinky, pretty vanilla in that area to be honest with you. He’s got a thing for your butt, so it’s not a stretch of the imagination that he really likes spanking you. He gets to touch the booty, and leave his mark, two birds, one stone, amiright?

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Sehun’s kind of a lazy boy, but what do you expect from the baby? He likes any place that he can actually relax and stay relaxed when it’s over, he doesn’t have to move. So the bed is the majority of sex with him, but the couch gets sprinkled in here and there.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He’s a fairly confident guy, but get flustered from compliments. But he really gets going when you overly hype him up, talking about how handsome he is and how much you love him and how much you love him touching you and working your body. Sehun’s a sucker for it, and you’re racing to the bedroom.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s not really into bondage, he doesn’t like the idea of being trapped or held down, or you or himself. So handcuffs and ropes and all that good stuff aren’t even on the list.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Sehun is one of the rappers, so his tongue is in perfect working condition. He’s not the most skilled, but he’s an quick learning if you tell him what to do, that’s easily fixed. And he certainly won’t turn down anything that means he doesn’t have to use his hands on himself, seeing you on your knees for him is almost enough to make him cum on the spot.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Sehun’s another boy that I think will be normally slow but firm, his thrusts are purposefully but he’s almost lazy with his fucking. Obviously it’s not always that way, sometimes he ventures into pretty rough fucking, but on the norm, he really just let’s you have the power on top of him while he bucks lazily into you from below.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Sehun’s a fan of pulling you into the bathroom before or after a show or concert, just to relieve some pent up frustrations and nerves. They’re not his favorite, but he does enjoy them, and he always promises to do it properly when you two get home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
(Look to T for further explanation) Sehun’s kind of a quiet boy, hyper, but quiet. So no one really expects him to be a freaky one, but he likes testing out different things. Sehun’s one of the boys that’ll try almost anything once. Toys, positions, locations, as long as he likes it and doesn’t have a bad experience(or already have a negative opinion with it) he’ll try it if you’re willing as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Sehun’s pretty young, and he’s kind of a hyper mess, so I see him being fairly okay with going for pretty long rounds, and 2-3 rounds on the average with him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
On a trip to the mall, you two spotted and made jokes about vibrating panties, or just a small vibrator with a separate remote. He’d gotten the latter as a joke, saying he’d make you use it at the next award show he brought you two. Who’d have thought he’d been serious? He likes toys that make you squirm, vibrating ones being the toy his personal favorite.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s a slight tease, not unbearably so, but he crosses the line just enough to have you whining for him before he’ll stop and give you what you really want.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don’t think he’s very vocal with sex, I feel like Sehun is more of a low grunting kind of guy. When he’s close, he moans a little bit louder, but outside of the room no one’s really going to hear him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
The biggest secret that you two will take to your grave, is drunkenly stumbling into Suho’s room while the boys were still out and fucking there. Thank the gods you didn’t pass out afterwards, but as soon as you were finished, Sehun tried to reach for the remote to have his post-sex cuddle and movie with you, and realized ‘oh shit, we’re in the wrong room’. Oops?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Nana says Sehun is a skinny lil baby that he isn’t packing some sausage links in his pants. ‘He’s got more of a hotdog situation’ bye yall he’s more on the slender side of the spectrum, but he’s a bit longer than average, he’s got about half an inch on the average size.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Sehun is pretty much a hyper child, and a young hormonal boy, so having you, he doesn’t exactly hold back his yearning and lust. His drive is pretty high, he can’t keep his hands to himself if you’re in the equation, he’s clingy in the relationship aspect, and that just gets amplified in your sexual relationship.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Okay…he’s stays up all night doing live videos ?? Does he even sleep? Anyways, I don’t think he falls asleep easily after, or at all really. More like he just wants to lay down and cuddle afterwards, but very rarely does he fall asleep quickly after sex.

Arkos Pregnancy Au

here it is folks. What started out as a way of making me feel less depressed spiralled out into this beautiful au.

are you ready??? (also please keep in mind that I only did some research into pregnancy so if something is wildly inaccurate its because I’m lazy)

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The Woman - Request

Requested by anon:  Hello, could you do one you and Sherlock are like dating and you go to his flat and Irene Adler is there flirting with him but he picks you over her 😍😍xx thanks love

Summary: (Y/N) enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman’s perfume. She then realizes it’s Irene Adler who is willing to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1,230

Warnings: Irene’s naked so…

A/N: I can’t say that I despise Irene but I despise Irene. Writing this “battle” was so… Relaxing.

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Originally posted by annieanhworld

At first it was the smell of a perfume that didn’t belong to her. “Probably a client.” She had guessed until she heard the superfluous laughter of The Woman. Irene Adler, the first woman to break Sherlock’s heart. That dominatrix, clever escape artist, a bad woman.

(Y/N) walked gracefully upstairs, trying not to let her weight on the stairs for too much on the steps for it would creak and expose her. She heard her laugh over and over, speaking incomprehensible words softly, seductively at him.

“Sher… Let’s have dinner.” Her smooth voice offered. (Y/N) reached the floor and managed to have a look through the small creak the half-closed door had left.

And although it wasn’t a great view, (Y/N) could see them both. Irene was kneeling in front of Sherlock, who was occupying his usual seat. Her suave hand traced a lingering path on his thighs as her deep eyes stayed connected with his blue ones.

“No.” He replied. A sly smirk was formed on his lips. (Y/N) recognized it as a defying look; the one he gave his enemies and whoever dared to test his abilities. A cocky look that showed nothing more but dominance.

Irene let her head lay softly over one of his legs. “Please, Sher. I missed you.” She flirted, making sure to squirm slightly, trying to get dirty pictures inside his mind without him really noticing.

“I’m not available.” Sherlock replied calmly. Irene lifted her head and examined him before letting out a sassy chuckle.

“We both know that’s a lie.” She whispered seductively, “Let’s have dinner.” She insisted, both of her hands shamelessly caressing his thighs, but stopping right before she got to that one spot she desired the most.

“No.” Sherlock repeated. (Y/N) saw how fingers, tapping the sides of the arm holders of his beloved seat. He was starting to get impatient, but even so his face remained still.

“I’ll stop insisting if you give me one good reason.” She offered. (Y/N) noticed that she was only wearing a robe – Sherlock’s robe – and that she was slowly letting it slide off, teasing him.

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Etched In Ink- An Ivar Imagine

So this is what I wrote yesterday instead of attending to my responsibilities. I’ve been wanting to write this idea for a while, hope you enjoy!

TW: blood, knife play, tattooing with a needle

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“Are you sure about this?”

Ivar rolls his eyes, spreading out his tools on the long, well worn table. “I have told you already, woman, I’ve seen it done many times. It does not appear all that difficult.”

You fidget nervously with the neckline of your dress, watching your lover wipe down a very long and very sharp needle. You shiver.

“Yes, but you’ve never actually done it before,” you point out, your voice laced with anxiety. “What if you make a mistake? What if you tap too hard and accidentally kill me? What if-”

Ivar cuts you off with a soft growl. “You said you wanted a tattoo. I said I wanted to be the one to give it to you. Here we are. Are you going to get up on the table or not?”

He gives you a hard look, his beautiful blue eyes burning into your skin. You sigh. You do really want a tattoo. And you trust your body with your lover implicitly. He has taken perfect and reverent care of it since you first offered it to him. So you cross the room and climb up onto the table.

“That’s my good, sweet girl,” he praises you as you lie down. He glides a hand over your face and down your neck, touch light as a feather. You can feel the familiar flush creep up your body as he expertly unties the front laces of your dress. He pushes the fabric down to reveal the skin right over your heart. One calloused finger circles the area, brushing over the top of your left breast teasingly. Shivers shoot down your spine.

“Are you going to tattoo me, or just grope me?” You ask, your voice coming out more breathy that it should. He chuckles darkly, hand covering your breast and squeezing roughly. You shoot him a glare, even though you are half tempted to forget the tattooing and make him put his hand in other places.

“What is if that you want? You never did say,” He asks, removing his hand to prepare the needle.

“A Vegvisir,” you say, and watch as his brow furrows in confusion.

“You want a compass?”

“Yes,” you nod, firm in your decision. “And I will tell you why after this infernal process is over.”

He shrugs. “Whatever you wish.” He looks at the patch of skin again. “I think I will have to lay out a pattern first, so I have something to work off of.” He reaches down to his belt and pulls out his knife. “I will just carve it lightly into your skin with this.” A smirk blooms across his face. “This at least you are well acquainted with.”

Are you ever. Ivar loves to use his knife on you when you are alone and nestled under the furs. He also loves to have it used on him in return. It’s not something you would have foreseen yourself enjoying, but Ivar has a way of drawing out the deepest and darkest parts of you and twisting them to your mutual pleasure.

“Hold still, sweet girl,” he places the blade against your skin, the coolness of the metal familiar and a little thrilling. You wince slightly as he makes the first shallow cut, his brows drawn together in concentration.

“You know, you may have to be more careful with the marks you leave on me,” you try your best to keep perfectly still. “Yesterday the new slave girl who helped me bathe asked if I’d been bitten by a wild animal.”

He continues working but his face splits into a feral grin, no doubt picturing the very red and fresh bite mark he’d left on your inner right thigh the other night. “What did you tell her?”

It’s your turn to grin. “I said yes.”

That makes him bark out a laugh, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners in the way you love. “Naughty thing,” he teases.

It doesn’t take him long to carve out the design. Before you know it he is putting down his knife and leaning forward to press his face into your chest. You suck in a breath, waiting for what you know is coming. Ivar does not wipe away blood. At least not with his hands.

The first stroke of his velvety tongue has you sighing in bliss. The warmth and wet feels wonderful on the sting of the shallow cuts. He licks in long, slow strokes, pausing every once and a while to let out a soft groan of pleasure. You melt to a languid liquid under his ministrations, your bones becoming soft and pliant and ready to bend to his complete will.

He pulls back all too soon, licking his lips like a cat who ate the cream. You watch the last of your crimson blood disappear into his mouth, unable to help but squirm as heat creeps up your spine. Ivar notices, and chides you gently with a wicked smile.

“Not yet, sweet girl,” he coos, picking up the ink and the dye. “Afterwards, if you are very good and keep very still, I will reward you. Now, I must get to work, or we will be here all night.”

You huff in frustration but attempt to calm your body. After all, you do really want this tattoo. You can be patient.

You watch him place the ready needle against your skin. A stab of fear runs trough you. It’s silly really, you’ve had his blade on you more time than you can count and you’ve never felt anything but excitement. This shouldn’t be much different. Except if he makes a mistake, you’ll have to walk around with it on your body for the rest of your life.

Ivar does not coddle you as he senses your fear, however. He simply gives you a broad wink, and taps the needle into your skin.

It hurts, but not as much as you thought it would. It feels like being stabbed with a million little tiny knives, over and over again. Painful, but not unbearable. You decide to focus on Ivar’s face, letting your eyes linger on every handsome feature. The stormy blue eyes, the sharp cheekbones, the soft, pouty lips, the strong jaw. A face you have come to love more dearly than you could have even imagined. You think of the meaning of the ink he is currently etching in to your skin and you feel your heart swell. You hope he will like the symbolism of your tattoo.

You lie on the table for what feels like forever. Ivar barely says anything, his face a mask of concentration. You’d given up trying to talk to him after he’d snapped at you to shut up and let him work. You have tried your best to keep still but you find yourself squirming more than once. Each time, Ivar had hissed through his teeth and you had quickly stilled. But you’d been here for ages. If you were on this table much longer, you’d go mad.

“There,” Ivar says finally, pulling away and removing the needle from your skin. “I think I am finished.”

“How does it look?” You ask anxiously, craning your neck to try to get a glimpse of the ink now permenantly a part of you. Ivar reaches behind him and produces a piece of reflective glass Bjorn had procured on his latest Mediterranean raid. You sit up slowly, wincing at the ache in your chest.

“See for yourself,” he hands you the glass, a self satisfied look on his face. You take it from him, taking a deep breath before looking. You let out a surprised gasp.

It’s beautiful. Pure, midnight black lines, perfectly etched. The shape is even, everything is in its proper place. You smile as you admire it. You had to say, your lover had done an amazing job.

“I love it,” you turn your gaze to Ivar, who gives you a genuine smile in return. “Thank you, Ivar. It’s beautiful.”

“I told you it would be fine,” he takes the reflective glass from you, putting it back where he took it from. “Now will you tell me why you chose a Vegvisir?”

You reach out and take his broad hand. It completely envelops yours, strong, deft fingers covering your own.

“A Vegvisir is a compass, a magical symbol made to help one find their way through rough weather,” you squeeze his hand, suddenly feeling nervous. “You are my compass, my guide through the rough weather. When I touch or see this tattoo, I will be reminded that though life will have storms, as long as I have you, I can get through them.”

You meet his eyes, and the honest surprise and almost child-like hope in them make your heart ache. You have told Ivar you love him before, but from the way he is looking at you now it seems like there was a part of him that never really believed you. Now, with your love for him permanently on your body, he maybe can finally understand and accept the depth of your emotions.

“I am your compass, your way through the storm,” he breathes, his other hand reaching out to gently brush the tender inked area. “I am on your body, in ink and blood.”

You bring the hand holding your own to your lips, kissing his weathered knuckles. “Yes, Ivar. For always.”

His hands are then cradling your face, his breath fanning across your skin as he leans in.

“My sweet girl,” he sighs, “do you even know how perfect you are?”

And then his mouth is devouring yours, tongue hot against your own as he kisses you like a man starving for it. You kiss back eagerly, though with you on the table and him seated beside it’s an awkward angle. But you do not care. You can only think, feel, and taste Ivar. He invades every one of your senses, sinking into your very flesh like the midnight ink shining on your chest. Every fibre of your being cries out for him, and you find yourself whimpering desperately against his lips.

He pulls away, his face once again in the array of arrogant confidence you are used to. “Such a good girl you were under the needle,” he purrs, and you whimper again as his hands slide down to your waist. “You stayed very still for me. I think my sweet girl deserves her reward now, don’t you?”

You can only nod, following his impatient hands as he tugs you off the table and on to his lap. His hungry mouth finds your neck, sucking greedily at the tender flesh. You wriggle against him, the ache from the tattoo being replaced with an ache of a totally different kind.

“Suppose I should get a tattoo for you now,” he groans into your neck as you dig your nails harshly into his shoulders. “Maybe you could even give it to me. Odin above, the thought of you pushing a sharp needle through my skin over and over…” he breaks off with a violent shudder.

You smirk, reaching for his knife still laying upon the table. “Why don’t you let me practice then?” You run the tip of the blade over the shell of his ear, delighting in the animalistic growl that tears from his throat.

“I am supposed to be rewarding you,” his teeth nip harshly at your pulse point. You grab a hold of his luscious hair and pull his head back so you can look into his lust glazed eyes. You trace his parted lips with the knife, and his eyes go almost completely black.

“Oh honey,” you coo, excitement and lust and passion boiling hotly in your veins, “to have you in any way is a reward to me. Now be a good boy and beg.”

Another feral growl, and his hands tighten eagerly on your waist. His head bows slightly, his eyes look down at the floor. He says nothing, but the beginning of his submission has started. It’s rare he lets you take the reins, and you feel like your need for him is about to burst out of your skin.

You grin, your new tattoo throbbing in time with your racing pulse.

This was going to be one hell of a good reward.

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Happy Monday, sister wives! ❤️❤️

I Can’t Replace Her


Usually the bright sunlight woke you up when you slept in late, but today it was the cries of a baby. The body next to you didn’t move, and once the wails didn’t stop, you rolled over and walked down the hallway sheepishly.

You saw Charlie standing in his crib, crying hysterically, his arms reaching up towards you when you entered.You smiled as you walked over, taking him and putting him on your hip. You shushed him, smoothing down his hair as you bounced around. Slowly his cries subsided as a maid appeared in the doorway, shocked to see you there.

“Uh…Miss. Y/N, you don’t have to-” she began worriedly.

“It’s ok Mary, really.” You say as Charlie leans his head against you, his eyes getting heavy now that’s he calmed down.

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anonymous asked:

I've been having the most crappiest months ever, my life is a mess right now and I am so fragile, everything makes me cry or feel emotionless. And to top it of my mum is having surgery tomorrow. I could really use a fluffy fic, to remember that hopefully everything will be alright. That there's a real son why I'm going through these horrible times xx

i’m so sorry this is weeks late, my love, i hope you’re doing okay, know i’m rooting for you, and here is some halloween sterek to hopefully make you feel better

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The first Halloween back home from college is not one Stiles is looking forward to. Nor is it one he wants to celebrate with full force and a damn party.

Scott, however, is keen to embrace the festivities now they’re able to, and he arranges for all of them to go to a “sweet” Halloween do at the town hall.

Stiles mutters darkly about Winifred, Mary and Sarah coming to curse them all, and Derek (to his huge surprise) starts humming the creepy song from the start of the movie as he throws a cushion at Stiles’ head.

He’s seemingly, astonishingly, totally okay with going to a party for Halloween.

Stiles attempts to resist, but his best friend is just so damn earnest.

Derek doesn’t even try to fight Scott’s excited announcement, only asks if they have to wear costumes.

“Of course!” Scott bounces over, claps him on the shoulder, “That’s the whole point!”

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Rivalry ~ Josh Matthews

Requested : yes

Can I have a Josh one shot where Maya and Y/N have been at each other’s throats lately because you and Josh are dating and she’s jealous. But then while you’re out, you get a call from Riley because Josh is having like an anxiety attack and needs you. And you’re the only one that really calms him down and Maya realizes how perfect you two are together? Tysm!!

Warnings: drinking

i changed it a bit and made josh just angry and distrought


“Morning!” You chirped as you walked into class Friday morning. You looked towards Maya and she glared at you. You rolled your eyes and sat down behind Farkle.

“What’s got you in a such a good mood?” Riley chuckled. You smiled again.

“Josh and I are going to Central Park later to take pictures for my project.” Maya scoffed

“You act like you’re so special. Him and I talked on the roof of Riley’s apartment building for hours last weekend. Said he liked me. Called you a witch. Probably gonna dump you when he sees you today.”

“He did not!” You snapped and she laughed seeing she got to you. You crossed your arms and leaned back in your seat as Riley scolded the blonde who only smirked and turned to the board.

“He did not.” You muttered to yourself. ~ 
You were worriedly pacing back in forth in front of topangas as you waited for Josh to meet you. Soon enough you saw the tall boy coming down the stairs. you froze and you tucked your shaking hands into your back pockets. he smiled at you put you looked down, nt being able to meet his icy blue gaze.

“ hey babe!” he reached to hug you but you backed away. he furrowed his eyebrows, his smile and stomach dropping. “ whats wrong?”

“we need to break up, josh. i cant do this anymore.” by ’ this ’ you meant the constant torment from maya. you believed that you deserved it. afterall, you had taken josh from her. thats what she always told you.

’ why do you hate me maya?’ you would ask, to which she would reply,
’ you took josh from me. youre dead to me ’ you cried that night. she had been your bestfriend and you were selfish.

“ what?” he said, barely above a whisper. his voice was laced with such pain, it made tears well up in your eyes.

“ im sorry , josh.” you sniffed. you started to walk away but he grabbed you and turned you around to face him.

‘ no , yn, please dont do this. please. i love you.” he choked out, tears falling down his face.

“ i have to josh. im going to get my friend back, you are going to back to NYU and forget about me. you are going to meet a nice girl and she will be your topanga and you will be happy. i promise.’’ you gave him a watery smile and she shook his head.

‘’ i dont want another girl, Y/n! I want you! you are my Topanga. thre is no one else for me, please, dont leave me!’’ He begged. You let out a choked sob.

‘’im sorry.’’ You sobbed and ran off, leaving Josh all alone.

Little did you know, Maya was watching from behind the stairs, the feeling of guilt slowly eating away at her. She was the reason you broke up with josh. It was all her fault. ~ You were sobbing into your pillow , pictures of you and Josh surrounding you on your bed. Just as you began to calm down, your phone rang. You thought it was Josh, again, but it as Riley.

“ hello?“ You asked hoarsly. You heard a panicked voice on the other end.

“Y/n? I need you get here! Right now!’’ You heard a crash in the background and Riley yelp. “It’s all my fault!” You heard an angry voice yell out, you immediiatley recognized it as Josh.

“ Riley, whats going on?!” You asked worriedly.

“ It’s josh! He called me over and he’s drunk! hes throwing things, Y/n you need to get here!”

“ josh calm down!’’ You heard maya yelp. You looked down.

“ mayas there?” You asked bitterly and you could practically hear Riley roll her eyes.

"That’s not important Y/n! I’m so sick of this petty rivalry! Now get down here now!” She yelled Into the phone, shocking you, and hanging up. You sat there for a minute before quickly slipping on your hoodie and some shoes before running out of your home, keys in hand. You didn’t care that you were in short pajama shorts with dried tears on your face. The only important thing was getting to Josh.

You were at his dorm in half an hour and you could still hear crashing inside. A few students were gathered around the door, whispering about what was going on. You pushed past them and banged on the door.

“Riley! It’s Y/n! ” the door swung open and arms pulled you in. You saw a broken lamp, a smashed record , and countless objects strewn across the room. Josh was in the corner yelling at him self, his words slurred and unclear.

“Josh!” He didn’t hear you. “Josh!” You screamed. He stopped yelling and looked at you. He melted when he saw your soft eyes staring back to him. He broke down in tears again, the alcohol In his system making his react even more dramatic then he usually would have. You rushed to his side and pulled his head to your chest.

You both sat on the floor and you held him as he sobbed into your chest. “It’s okay, calm down.” You cooed, petting his hair. He stopped crying and tried to get his breathing under control.

Maya watched from across the room. She could see how easily you calmed him down. She could see the love between the two of you. You looked up and saw her looking at you.

“I’ll be right back , Josh.” You said softly , trying to pull away from him but he tightened his grip.

“No! Don’t leave me again, please.” He whined like a child , melting your heart.

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I’ll be right over there. Don’t worry.” He finally let you go and you walked over to Maya.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” She whimpered. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“For what?”

“This is all my fault. I couldn’t face the fact that Josh didn’t want me. I was jealous and angry. I’m so sorry I treated you so poorly. Please forgive me.” You smiled at her kindly.

“I forgive you, Maya. Now if you will excuse me, I have a drunk boing to take care of. ” she returned your smile and hugged you before letting you return to the boy who was sprawled out on the floor.

“I’m back. Now come on, let’s get you to bed. ” you pulled him up and walked him over to his bed where he laid down, pulling you with him.

You pulled the blankets over the two of you and held him as he fell asleep. You looked over to the girls.

“You guys can go home. I got this.” They smiled at you and told you goodbye before leaving. You cuddled up to Josh’s chest and fell asleep.

~ You woke up to Josh stirring in your arms.

“Morning sunshine.” You giggle as he groaned , holding his head. He looked at you and sighed in relief.

“I had the worst nightmare ever! You dumped me and I got drunk and went on this rampage but in the end you came and calmed me down. Thank god it was just a dream.” He sighed, burying his head in your chest again. You giggled.

“It wasn’t a dream Josh. ” he froze. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked at you sadly.

“So… We aren’t together anymore.” He said sadly. You shook your head.

“I’ve been thinking Josh. I don’t want to be without you. I shouldn’t have broken up with you. So , if you want to, I want to get back together.” You said quietly , playing with a string on the blanket. He groaned.

“Thank you God!” He flipped back down onto his bed as you laughed. “Come here, you!” He growled playfully and tickled your sides. You squealed, trying to get away from him. You both laughed loudly as you squirmed and shrieked. When he stopped you caught your breath and stared into his eyes.

“I love you , Josh.” You smiled and he grinned. He pulled you onto his chest and placed a kiss on your lips.

“I love you too, Y/n.”


THIS IS REALLY SHIT BUT IM SO READY TO FINISH THESE REQUESTS

I’ve loved Breath of the Wild so much. Zelda is best girl. Link is my fave nature photographer/chef. (Give Link the fish husband he deserves.) They both deserve a happy ending, so here’s my version. May or may not be slightly canon divergent.

Being the hero of legend has never suited Link.

Or, well, maybe it has. He took on the duty stoically, never complaining or bowing to cowardice and fear. Through sheer grit, he managed to bring Hyrule back from the brink, even if it took a second chance for him to succeed.

But while he understood the importance of his role, it’s not the life he would have chosen. Zelda has always known this, even when her own jealousy and bitterness clouded her judgment of his character.

Under his strong and unflappable exterior, Link had only ever been a soft and sensitive young man, far more fascinated by the fawns grazing in an open field and the gentle glow of an evening sunset than he’d ever been by perilous adventures. Perhaps he’d been a little reckless, a little too curious for his own good, but he’d never asked for such a heavy responsibility.

Which is why she can’t say she’s surprised by his answer when she asks him if he has any idea what he wants to do now.

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Control (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,403

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you accidentally text the wrong number for advice. The guy on the other end of the phone is abrupt, harsh and kind of an ass - but he also happens to be right. Which explains why you keep texting him. Right?

Originally posted by j-miki


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Don’t Resent Me

This is the sequel to Forgive me, which was written for the forgiveness challenge. You have to read that first cause it picks up right where that one ended. I’m not sure it *really* fits with this week’s resentment challenge, but let’s say it does. Also, I used one of the prompts from my inbox for this:

@ladymegg asked for: 43. “I swear to god if you touch me…” This is probably not quite what you imagined? I’m so sorry!

Now on with the actual story which got so long you’re getting a read more.

The woman, William’s new mother, clings to the boy she considers her son. When her arms tighten around him instinctively, Will starts to squirm. Mulder wants to see it as a sign that Will recognizes him, which is silly, or Scully, which seems likely; but in the end, he doesn’t know. Mulder has to stop himself from sprinting over there and grabbing his son out of the woman’s clutch. This is his son, he thinks, but this woman, this Mrs. Van de Kamp, she loves the child, too. And, as much as even the thought burns him, Will must love her as well. Mulder glances at Scully, quickly, before he turns away again. Her face is pale, ashen almost, and fixated on their son. Both her hands are on the car door; she’s ready to run away, to flee. Leave their son here and never talk about it ever again. They’re good at that, after all. He’s brought her here without any warning; he couldn’t have told her, he reasons, because she would never have come had she known. When her knuckles turn white from grabbing the door, Mulder winces and averts his eyes. Forgive me, he thinks again; his forever mantra now. Maybe one day she will. Maybe one day his son will as well.

The thing is that Mulder doesn’t know if he can do this without her. He knows he doesn’t want to. What he’s not sure about, though, is whether or not he’d do it anyway.

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Have You Got A Twin? (Miniminter)

Have you Got a Twin?

 Miniminter x Black! Reader 

bit of fluff, mostly comedy 
Requested? Yes! This was requested by one of my best friends @catwomano-o I hope you like it lovely! 

 For the first time in a while, the Sidemen house became restless, tired of sitting in the same room, same chair, all day and night. So, they decided to have a day out, consisting of mostly shopping for food and furnishing for their home, Tobi tagging along as well. 

 The five of them were leaving Jamba Juice, wanting something light on their stomach before they got grumpy, already agreeing that they would not go to Nandos until they were done doing what they had to do. Simon, was beyond ready to go back to his comfortable spot in his chair after only being out for two hours, and Josh was getting really tired of the youngers whining. 

 "Just go sit down Simon!“ Josh exclaimed, irritation thick in his tone. The blonde huffed and stormed out of the store, sitting down on a bench outside of the clothing shop. Simon shook his knee impatiently, trying to occupy himself with his phone, but nothing was making the time go by any faster. 

 "Um, excuse me, but do you have a twin?” His ears perked up at the attention he could potentially be receiving, his blue eyes glancing away from his phone and towards the voice. There stood casually was a dark skinned woman, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. However, he also noticed the mischief recognition in her eyes. She was a fan. 

 "What?“ Simon chuckled a bit, finding it amusing at how ditzy the woman was being. She laughed a whole hearted laugh, stuffing her hands into her pockets semi awkwardly. 

 "Do you have a twin..?” She repeated, her eyes shining with mischief and slight admiration. Suddenly, before Simon could answer, the beautiful woman pulled out her phone, her curls falling in front of her face. 

 "Because you look a lot like him" The woman shoved her phone into his face, Simon squinting a bit before he could register what he was seeing. It was one of his… more well known pictures. The blonde covered his face in embarrassment, letting out a mix of a groan and a whine. The woman started giggling wildly, letting the blonde take her phone out her nimble hands and move it up so it was next to his face. 

 "We are the same person!“ Simon exclaimed, moving his finger from his face to the picture on the screen rapidly. The woman stared for a while, clicking her tongue while acting as if she was really thinking. She loves how frustrated Simon was getting.

 "Are you sure? He’s way more attractive” The woman stated as if it was a fact, making Simon shoot his hands up in the air in surrender, moving so his head was dipped back. At this point, he knew the girl was just taking the piss out of this whole situation, so he decided to get his revenge. 

 What started as just a quick jab to her side, turned into a full out tickle war, the pair of giggling people sat on the bench getting some strange looks from those around them. Simon had one leg hooked over the dark skinned woman’s thighs, trapping her against the bench as his pale fingers ran up and down her sides, neck and arms, finding her sensitive spots quite quickly. 

 "Simon! Simon please!“ The woman laughed out, the blonde pausing at the mention of his names. The man shook his fist in the air in triumph, basking in the attention he was finally receiving. 

 "You DO know who I am!” Simon cheered childishly, making the woman, he had currently trapped, giggle and blush lightly. Simon learned that she laughed a lot, and it was music to his ears. 

 "Yeah yeah yeah. Prick" she muttered, making the blonde snap his head towards hers, eyes squinted.

 "What was that?“ Simon tempted, fingers ready to strike where ever they need to. The dark skinned woman shrunk back, on the bench and into her army green jacket, almost as if she was a turtle. 

 "Prick” she whispered, her eyes challenging, but her body language screaming fear. Simon looked her over for a moment before he moved so he was practically straddling her, making sure she didn’t just throw him off immediately. 

 "What are you doing? Get off of me!“ She whined, smacking at his back lightly as his arms slung around his neck, his cheek pressing against the top of her head. It was strange to anyone who was passing by, as Simon was literally almost twice the size of her.

 "Hiiii” he greeted as if he was child, giggling while tickling the back of her neck, causing her to shriek. “Simon!” She whined, trying to squirm out from underneath him. Simon laughed a whole hearted laugh and gripped her shoulders, pushing himself up and off of her. “So what’s your name?” Simon asked curiously, shoulders pressed against hers as he glanced to his side, right into her dark cheek. Even her side profile was beautiful.

 "Y/N" she grinned, moving her head so her eyes met his. Simons breath hitched, and his mind became cloudy. 

 "Y/N..“ he breathed out, lips parted so he looked as if he was breathing properly, even though his breath was incredibly shallow. A blush creeped up onto her cheeks, shifting her gaze to the concrete ground. 

 "Don’t get all shy now” Simon nudged the woman, teasing her enough to bring back the bright personality he found so intriguing. Y/N felt a fire erupt within her, the fiery gaze snapping to his stupid blonde head. The blonde shot his hands up in surrender, shrinking back slightly. 

 "Alright ok, don’t gotta look at me like that" Simon sassed, drawing another giggle out of the woman, making his heart flutter. The pair talked for thirty minutes straight, not only getting to know each other but also acting as if they had been friends for years, but it soon came to an end, the other four men coming out of the shop with bags.

 However, the minute the four men saw Simon Minter socializing with a female, they froze, especially at the fact that it was a beautiful, dark skinned female who was way out of Simons league. Y/N and Simon giggled a bit more, pushing and shoving each other before the rest of the men walked up to the pair, smirks plastered on their faces. 

 "Hello" Tobi spoke up politely, sending the female a polite smile. Y/N gawked at all three of them, not believing her eyes. 5/7ths of the sidemen were standing right before her, and her whole body shut down.

 "Oh my god, is Y/N L/N really speechless?!“ Simon teased, dragging the woman out of her trance. Y/N punched the blonde in the arm before lifting herself up off of the bench. 

 "It was nice talking to you Simon” Y/N winked, strolling down the street with Simons gaze burning holes into her back, smiling smugly to herself. 

 "She’s bit out of your league isn’t she Simon?“ JJ joked, but Simon couldn’t even argue with him, knowing it was undeniably true. 

 "So out of my league” He trailed off before smiling smugly, waving his phone around “But I still got her number”

As Long As the Moon Shines--Imagine #19

Anonymous asked: Hello. Could you write an fluffy imagine where my crush and I are internet best friends and one day I go to his country on holiday so we can finally met and we have amazing, fun time together? Thank you! 💕

A/n: Jesus christ it’s been way too long since I’ve posted. I’m sorry for my absence. My life took a turn for the worst a couple months ago and I’ve been recovering this whole time. Anyway, sorry it took me forever to get around to writing this. I’m going back into the recesses of my ask box. Hope you enjoy, anon, if you even still follow me. <3 Keep dreaming!~Logan

P.S. This is unedited. Just a warning. There’s probably some typos. 


Bouncing in my airplane seat, I kept my eyes glued on the beautiful country that slowly got closer and closer as the plane neared landing. The excitement inside me was threatening to explode out of my limbs if I didn’t move so I let myself squirm in my seat like a small child waiting to open gifts on Christmas. 

The plane could not land any quicker and the second the stewardess announced that we were landed and able to leave the plane, I dashed out of my seat, practically assaulting the thirty-year old that sat next to me in my hurry to get out. My heart sank though, when I reached the area where people met and went to baggage claim. Awkwardly, I searched all the smiling, hopeful, impatient faces, desperately hoping my eyes would lock on c/n’s. It was odd he wasn’t here yet. He said he was going to pick me up, and he knew what time my plane landed. I decided to drag myself to baggage claim instead and call him, praying he hadn’t forgotten about me

It was excruciating trying to weave through the sloth-like people that moved toward the baggage claim. When I reached it, it finally hit me. I was here, taking advantage of my spring break, and seeing c/n for the first time in person after having been internet best friends for a long time. We had spent hours, painstakingly planning this trip months before it would actually happen just so it could be perfect. So that our time together could be perfect. For all the planning, this trip sure wasn’t starting off perfect, me being forgotten in a foreign airport and all. 

My luggage finally neared me, on the conveyor belt, and I fumbled trying to get it off. A pair of strong hands effortlessly lifted it off. 

“There you go, ma’am. Um, would you know where I can find a Ms. y/l/n?”

I looked up, my eyes meeting the brilliant, very real, very clear e/c eyes of c/n. I shrieked, dropping the luggage he’d handed to me and flung myself at him. 

“Oh my god,” I cried, though my ecstatic yelp was muffled by his soft henley.

He lifted me up into his arms, spinning me around as my legs and arms wrapped tightly around him like a koala bear. I could feel his laughter, actually feel it, vibrating in his chest, uncontained and free. It was so deliciously deep, so free and loud, I wanted to bottle it up and listen to it whenever. 

My body was trembling with elation, and I breathed him in deeply, my brain trying to wrap around the fact that I was physically–like, actually physcially– hugging c/n. He smelled like boy’s cologne, not the kind that makes your nose bleed, but the kind that makes your knees weak and your breath shallow, minty and enticing. 

I kept blubbering things like how I couldn’t believe he was here, how excited I was, all in a very loud tone. He just keep laughing and nodding his head, and I peeked over his shoulder to see all the people in baggage claim–the ones who weren’t completely burnt out from their trip–staring at us, at me, at him, at us meeting. I didn’t care, I wanted the whole world to know we were finally together, two worlds colliding. 

“Get a room,” one teen boy said, while strolling by us, cackling. I could hear a few other people awwing behind us, making me blush furiously.

He stroked my hair, and I looked up. His eyes were wet, but his smile was so exuberant it reached from ear to ear. He was still holding me up, and I savored the feeling of his strong hands holding up my thighs. 

“Let’s go to my house, yeah?” He asked, that beautiful smile frozen on his face. 

I simply giggled and nodded, hugging him once more. 

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On the way back to c/n’s home, he apologized for not being there on time. Apparently, he had been cooking a huge dinner for just us two to share at his place, and he had lost track of time. He said he had to go through several rounds of cooking the surprise meal before he got it right. 

“I’m not a very good cook, but I wanted to make your first night here special and welcoming,” he said, as we drove, flashing me that smile that still hadn’t left his face from when we were in the airport, only this time it had a hint of shyness. 

As I stepped through the door of his home, a heavenly scent wafted from the kitchen. C/n was such a gentleman, bringing my luggage in. 

“Welcome to your home for the next seven days,” he outstretched his arms toward the cozy home, grinning.

Taking my hand, he led me to his room, and I tried to memorize every furniture piece, every turn, every detail of his home on the way. As well as every detail of his hand. Because there was no way I was going to let the feeling and texture of his palm in mine slip my memory when I got home. 

When we got to his room, I studied it. It was plain, but still warm. Some pictures of his friends and family on his walls and his bed stand. It smelled like him, and I found that extremely comforting. 

“Sorry, we don’t have a guest room, so you’ll be staying in here. I made sure to clean it,” He ran a hand through his hair, an apologetic look on his face. 

“I don’t care at all. You have a beautiful home,” I breathed, still not believing that this was all real. 

“You like it?” He asked, nervously scratching his arm.

“Very. Maybe even more than I like you,” I dead-panned. 

In one large step towards me, he body-slammed me onto his bed, tickling me, prodding me, somehow finding all my most ticklish places. I let out shrieks and giggles, squirming under his relentless fingers.

“Stooop!” I gasped, as his fingers prodded my sides, a string of breathless giggles spilling out of my mouth.

“What was that?” he asked, voice dripping with exaggerated innocence. In the split second before I shut my eyes again, laughing, my heart skipped at the wicked grin he gave me and how–how…sexy? it was. 

I couldn’t be having these thoughts right now. We always flirted, but that was just business as usual and there was no way I was going to make things awkward by blurting. I liked him a lot, more than his house, and in a much less platonic way, if you catch my drift. 

“I sa–aid st-o-oop,” I choked out, trying to talk through the giggles. 

God, this was a strange kind of enjoyable torture. 

“Mmm, didn’t quite hear ya there,” he said, only this time his husky voice was close to my ear, making me tremble. 

When did his voice get husky? And why was he panting when I was the one being tickled? Was I imagining what I wanted to hear?

I didn’t have any time to ponder that before his fingers were back to poking and wiggling against my sensitive skin. I was breathless and it wasn’t just from laughing. 

“C/n,” I panted, and as I strained to keep my eyes open through my giggles, I thought I saw his eyes darker than normal as he looked up at me. “St–stoop,” I whined. 

“No can do,” he answered, playfully. This time there was no questioning the husky quality of his voice that hadn’t been there before. 

His fingers traveled down my body and I couldn’t rip my eyes from his, as his body maneuvered lower, still hovering over me. He wasn’t tickling me anymore, his fingers instead gliding over the bare skin of my ankles. Our eyes were saying things we were too scared to say out loud and my breath hitched. 

That’s when he flashed me the sexiest, most mischievous smile, eyebrow quirked, and he licked the side of my foot. 

My eyes widened in shock, and I shrieked. Before I could think, my foot had made contact with his face, and I didn’t register he was on the ground until a soft thud and groan came from the floor. 

Scrambling off the bed, I dropped beside c/n, taking his pained face in my hands. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! Are you ok? I didn’t–Oh, god, are you alright?” I asked, frantically searching his face, and stroking his messed up hair away from his forehead. 

His eyes squished up, and his shoulders shook. For a moment I thought he was crying and I looked at him in horror. He dropped his face to my lap, his silent laughter becoming audible. He was roaring. 

“Your–yo–” more roaring laughter erupted from him. “you looked so terri–”.

“Terrified, I get it!” I finished for him, as his body shook with laughter and he rolled on the carpeted floor, his head now laying upwards in my lap. 

“God, you’re insufferable,” I huffed, but his laughter was contagious and soon I was chuckling along with him. 

I don’t think I had ever witnessed anything more beautiful. No, not the grand canyon, not the rocky mountains, not even his own country could compare. His face was lit up and flushed from laughing so hard, tears poking out from the corners of his dancing e/c eyes, and my god the way he was looking at me couldn’t be described. It could only be felt by the heart. 

Finally, our laughter subsided, and the only sound was our shallow breaths becoming more regular. I stroked his hair. 

“This is why you should never, ever lick, or even tickle me,” I scolded, his head remaining rooted to my lap. 

“I only licked your foot, does that make all of you off-limits for licking?” He asked, his lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face. 

My jaw dropped, and I slapped his shoulder, getting up. “This is what I get for spending my break with a boy,” I huffed, walking out of his room, trying to repress a smile. I felt his eyes on my ass.

“Well, that wasn’t a yes,” I could hear the smirk in his words as he followed me.

“You’re a perv,” I muttered, my face heating at his jokes.

“Still hear no confirmation to my question,” he hummed as he scooted around me, and blocked my path. 

“I’m starving, c/n. Feed me,” I gave him my best puppy-dog look. 

He scooped me up, and his palms cupped my ass, unlike before at the airport, as he carried me into the kitchen. 

He had his face buried in my neck, so I had no clue how he knew where to go. His hot breath hit my neck in soft puffs and my heart raced as he confessed into my hair, “I’m starving, too, y/n.”

My breathing shallowed. There was no way in hell he was talking about food like I had been with that tone. 

He placed me on the counter in his kitchen, his hands sliding off my thighs in a way that made my toes curl. 

“You sit right here and I’m going to dish you up the most delectable meal of your life,” he smirked, his eyes meeting mine and I noticed how fat his pupils were. 

Once we had both been dished and moved to the table, we dug into the best damn creamy alfredo with lobster I’d ever tried.

I moaned as I sunk my teeth into another large forkful, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Mmm, oh, my god, this tastes so good, c/n.”

I heard c/n choke on his food, and I opened my eyes to see his widened eyes on me. He coughed, trying to swallow down the pasta. 

“Glad–cough– you like it so much,” he swallowed hard, and glimpsed at me before gulping down water. 

His throat and cheeks were scarlet red. And suddenly, it dawned on me why. I felt my own cheeks flare up. 

After an awkward silence with shy glances and electricity in the air, our dinner continued, filling each other in on some more details of our life. After my second heaping helping I shoved my plate away from me and slumped in my seat across from c/n. 

“Already done?” He asked, eyebrows raised. 

I snickered, running my bare foot up his pant leg. “You would be too, if you hadn’t spent so much time staring at me eating.”

His eyes darted over my face, wide from the shock of my foot grazing his muscled calf dusted with hair. Clearing his throat he replied with a shy smile, “Can’t blame me for admiring a girl who knows how to eat.”

I just stared back at him, embracing the heat climbing my throat and settling over my cheeks. In the soft lighting of the dining room, his eyes were smoldering, and offered a soft smile, gazing at him through my eyelashes. 

Abruptly his fork clattered to his unfinished meal, and he shoved his chair back, striding over to my side of the table.

“Where are you–” 

“Just follow me,” he commanded, grabbing my hand as I reached out to stop him. 

I tripped after him, still marveling at the intimacy of being able to feel the contours of his palm pressed against mine. I don’t think I would ever get used to feeling his hand wrapped around mine.

I didn’t understand where he was taking us as we exited his own personal apartment and climbed a stairwell in his apartment building. We reached a door that had rooftop stamped on it after climbing several flights of stairs, and c/n was breathless when he turned to look me in the eyes. 

“Close your eyes,” he said. 

I furrowed my brows, confused. Taking a step closer to me until our labored breaths were mingling, he wrapped his other hand around my previously dangling one. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice a whisper. 

“Yes,” I breathed, admiring his handsome features.

“Then close your eyes,” he urged, stroking the backs of my hands with his thumbs. 

Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and I heard the door open. A gush of wind hit me, and I grasped his hands tighter. His squeezed back reassuringly.

He moved us forward and I heard the door close from farther away. The wind played with my hair gently. My stomach lurched as I felt the heat of c/n’s hands leave my hands only to wrap gingerly around my waist from behind me. 

“Open your eyes and look up,” c/n’s voice whispered into my ear, hot puffs of his breath hitting my neck. 

I opened my eyes and looked up. Gasping, I took in the beautiful streaks of color splashed across the sky. A beautiful, soft lilac slowly deepened into a royal purple, finally ending in a midnight blue. Stars were beginning to emerge and I could see the moon already. 

“Every time that we would have to say our goodbyes, I would escape to up here. I studied so many sunsets, so many afternoon skies covered in clouds. And, at night, when you would say goodnight over Facetime while trying not to yawn, your adorable eyes drooping, and your face disappeared from my screen I would come up here and stare at the stars, the moon. It made me feel closer to you, like our connection never really dropped, even if I couldn’t see or hear you. Because I knew you were falling asleep under the same sky that I was sitting under. Granted, I had to stay up hours later into the night than you did since I’m hours ahead of you, but for you, I would do anything. Anything to feel closer to you. I see the moon and I instantly feel better because I know he’s keeping watch over you as I whisper to him all the things I’m too bloody scared to say to your face,” he finished, his voice now a hoarse, low, rumbling tone, reverberating through my body, making me shiver. 

“Well,” I said, turning in his arms, “I guess the moon is good at keeping secrets.”

I played with the collar of his shirt, too shy to meet his eyes. What he was saying, what I was saying could change everything about us and nothing at all at the same time. 

“Why do you say that?” He asked, and I met his eyes before answering. 

“Because I tell him all the things I’m too chicken shit afraid to say to your face, too,” I pushed out. 

I held my breath, staring into those soulful eyes that were looking back at me with so much longing it almost hurt to look.

“All good things I hope?” The mischievous glint in his eyes twinkling at me didn’t erase the serious expression he was wearing. 

I leaned up, letting my lips graze his earlobe. I heard his breath hitch.

“Depends on how you define good. Because I think if anyone heard the way I described you to the moon, they would call me a pretty naughty girl,” I rasped into his ear. 

With a low growl, and lightning fast speed, c/n had pulled me back to look me in the eyes before his lips were devouring mine with a hunger that put my appetite at dinner to shame. I returned it with equal passion, my hands roaming his hair, scratching his scalp with each pass through as he groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered as he nipped on my lower lip, only to return to blazing a trail through my mouth with his tongue. 

Later that night, as c/n’s arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me protectively against his chest as we snuggled under his bed covers, both of us drifting into sleep, I heard c/n whisper a question that changed our lives for the better forever. 

“Will you be mine, y/n? Even after you leave? Will you wait for the day when we don’t have to use technology to see each other?”

“I will, c/n. For as long as the moon shines at night.”

anonymous asked:

I just saw your reply for the Soviet Russia ask, and I was wondering if you would wright a scenario for after America's girlfriend had been brought to him? Thank you!

(that was a long ass while ago but sounds like fun)(cold war america vs russia is best america vs russia)

You’re tossed onto a hard floor, the two “kind” women you’d previously thought of as nothing more than maids snicker and slam the door behind you. You stumble to your feet and brush yourself off, frantically scanning for a way out. You’d actually prepared (somewhat) for this, as your boyfriend was more than a little paranoid about the Soviet Union. That was understandable, though, given that he was the literal flesh-and-blood representation of a country that was (more or less?) at war with the USSR. The room you were ungracefully thrown into was simple, yet the whole place had a very important and regal feel… in the worst way possible. Auras that could only be described as demonic and sinister dripped from the ceiling and oozed from the walls, coating the room in a shell of anxiety and horror. one one end were a pair of doors, on the other was a massive desk, topped with neatly stacked papers, a telephone,… and pictures of you. Now thoroughly panicked and violated, the frantic-ness of your search increased ten fold. The door you came in from was much too unsafe, god only knows what’s waiting out there for you. You look up and a vent catches your eye. Ah, a classic. You grab the arms of the large chair behind the desk and push it towards the wall.

“A-are you leaving?! Please don’t leave! He’ll kill me!” you whip around, a man now stood at the door, and he looked terrified.

“Who are you?!” you growl. The man takes a few steps back, like a startled animal.

“I am Toris, pretty much a slave of Ivan’s. I was sent to watch you. He had originally asked his sisters- the maids who captured you- to watch you. But then Natalya said she would rather die than protect the person who stole her brother’s love, which made Katarina back down too and so- I’m rambling I’m sorry I should stop.” He turns slightly away from you, bowing his head and averting his eyes, obviously uncomfortable.

“Nonono, please, explain more,” your mind was racing, if you could wring enough out of him, he seemed unhappy as well so, maybe you could get him out too? “Who’s Ivan? What position does he hold? Where am I?Who ae you specifically?” You shoot, he appears a bit overwhelmed, but none the less responds with a short sigh.

“Ivan is my boss, and he holds no -official- position, you are in his home just north of Moscow. And since I know you were with America, I know you can believe me when I tell you that I am Lithuania, the country. So that would make Ivan the… You know.” He didn’t have to finish, you know exactly what he was going to say. Your heart plummets down to your stomach, and you feel like you may just throw it right back up.

“So Ivan is the USSR.” He nods solemnly, raising his head again and changing the subject.

“Do you want anything to eat? Drink, perhaps? you gently shake your head, looking him in the face, and you see a spark light. “Do you want to call America then?” His demeanor takes a surprising turn, one you would think is more fitting for a country.

“you’d help me do that?”

“Ivan’s phone is pretty much the only one in this whole damn country that isn’t tapped, so he wouldn’t know a thing. I hate Ivan as much as, hell probably even more, than you do, but if I do help you, you have to promise me something.”

“To help you get freedom?”

“Not necessarily, first of all promise me you’ll tell America I said hello, but also promise me that he’ll pound Ivan so far into the ground that the bastard will be the first man to the center of the Earth.” He finishes with a grin of shining courage, taking your hands in his. It seems to drop just as soon as it came and twists into a look of horror. “Ivan’s back.” he whispers breathlessly. He leaps away from you and back to the door. “You don’t know me, my name,you’ve never talked to me or barely even looked at me, I was just standing here the whole time, ok?” He spews, the second he finishes the door is thrown open.

“You’re dismissed.” A tall figure growls and Toris scurries out of the room like a frightened little mouse.

The man approaches you, and about three feet away from you starts circling, inspecting, his face stoic and inexpressive. He stalks back around to your front, leaning down so his piercing violet eyes burn directly into yours. And finally his face begins changing, it morphs into a… smile?

“I’ve been waiting for you, (name). Do you have any idea how painful it was to watch you prance around like an idiot with my sworn enemy? He grabs your wrists, taking one up to his mouth and placing a kiss on your knuckles. You try to pull away, and his grip immediately hardens into a bruising one. “Don’t pull away from me, darling, I won’t hurt you.” A distant smile replaces the frown he bore seconds earlier. “Unless you betray me or try to leave me.” The smile deepens to one that haunted your soul, “Or if I feel like it~” He drags you behind the desk, glancing toward the offset chair. Looking up, he spots the vent and your breath hitches. A child-like giggle resounds from his throat. “Looks like you’ve already tried to escape, naughty girl~” He kicks the chair back in front of the desk, sitting himself down and pulling you onto his lap. You squirm and try to fight his grip, but it only tightens more, you start losing feeling in the tips of your fingers.

“Don’t make me want to punish you now, it’ll only end up worse than it would be because I’ll punish you because you made me angry and then you’ll get blood on this chair which will only make me more angry which will make me punish you harder so how about you stop?” It phrased as a suggestion, but there was no room for rebuttal, he was dead serious. The slightly broken or confusing english making shivers run the length of your spine and then some. You shift uncomfortably, avoiding those knife-sharp eyes that will cut open your soul if you stare at them too long. His gaze still trained on you, he begins to speak again, his grip loosening, your fingers screaming hallelujah as fresh blood revives them.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that? He asks, taking one hand up to grip your jaw, the other resting on your waist. He turns your head to the side, you flinch as he starts to gently kiss up your jawline, then drags his lips down onto your neck, you didn’t know what was wrong with this dude, but you weren’t sure how long you could last with these moodswings. He nips a bit and you feel betrayed by your own body as things start to -heat up- down there. Luckily for your morals, the phone rings, Ivan sighs and lets go of your jaw, picking it up and grumbling unenthused into the phone.

“Ivan.” You listen very closely, maybe there was something you could understand? A place? a name?

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I KNOW YOU HAVE (NAME)! GIVE HER BACK OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL NUKE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YO-”

“But will you really?” Ivan smirks, cutting Alfred off. “You know exactly what will happen then, and you couldn’t even bomb Moscow, since that’s where your precious little (name) is. Say hello (name)~) He puts the phone up to your ear and you waste no time.

“Alfie?”

“(NAME) oh my god (name) I’m so happy you’re alive. Listen, don’t let that son of a bitch touch you ok? I’m coming!” The phone is promptly ripped from your ear, Ivan now looking annoyed.

“No, you’re not, and if you try I’ll blow you to bits. Also did you not find those maids at all suspicious? I mean, I know for a fact you’re at least somewhat familiar with Natalya, so if you’re going to be that pathetically ignorant and dumb maybe I won the right to (name).” He slams the phone down and you jump, he was now pissed. One of his thick arms wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into his unexpectedly solid chest. He leans down and whispers into your ear.

“You’re going to stay with me forever, whether you want to or not, your bastard american is not coming for you. In fact, he’ll move on in a few months and forget you, deeming you a “casualty of war” But me? I’d never forget you, and I’ll always stay with you, so I expect you to do the same to me, ok? I love you, don’t you love me too?”

Young God


Pairing: Ivar x OC (Modern AU)
Rating: E
Warnings: Contains sexual content, MCD, depression and anxiety, triggers.
Note: I got the VIP seat on the angst train right now and I’m heading straight to that wall over there. I will regret this when waking up tomorrow.
Got insipred af by Halsey’s Young God and my own depression. Guess it’s good for something.
And the greatest hug I can muster to all you out there fighting with that same crippling depression as I. I love you all (yeah this is the worst way showing it but I suck) You are the strongest people I know of ,breathing every day. You are strong!



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He was the dark side of the moon. She was the brightest day of sun.

He was the crippled mess messing around even more to the point it pained him to the core.

She was the good girl always making her bed when she woke up each morning to give her mother the daily kiss on her rosy cheek.

He drank his coffee black with a cigarette from the corner of his mouth and she was the one drinking green tea and running an hour before bed.

He was dark, she was light. He was bad, she was good.

He was determined to ruin her completely and she kept telling her heart she didn’t need it so badly.

“This is a bad idea.” Line grunts when he grins over his broad shoulder; head covered by the grey hood of his shirt.

“My middle name, baby girl.” He limps onward until they find themselves in the backyard of the old abandoned house; the empty pool full of debris and the blue paint chipped.

“Why here?” She looks around like someone would care and he purrs like a cat stretching in that specific spot of warm sun at her being so insecure.

“Why not?” He throw the crutches away after sitting down on the stair leading down to the bottom of the pool.

One step at the time he heaved himself and with arms crossed she is watching him with arms stretched over his head when finally at the bottom amongst the leaves, empty bottles and memories left for the wind.

She was always around him whenever he asked it of her and he always did. She needed his ruining touch as much as he needed her mending kindness.

There was this silent, constant little war of who would win. Would she help him out of his misery laced with the weed and the alcohol or would he drag her down with him to the bottom of that dry pool without water to drown her in his own thirst for redemption?

“Why can’t we go see a movie like normal people or cook, or whatever?” She squirms on her spot looking down at him.

She never did however: not once did she ever look down on him.

Throughout his depressions deepest pits, when crawling over her lawn drunk as ever or when he could barely keep his hands off of her. Never did she ever blame him.

“Because we are not normal people.” He grins and she loves it, how it makes her feel.

He’s so sure of himself outwardly. He always tells her stories about how they will be the greatest and how one day people will no longer laugh at them.

He’s been to heaven he says, the first time she allowed him to kiss her. She thinks it’s cute but stupid. Her kiss is nothing like heaven although Ivar says so. Ivar talks a lot however.

“Come on pet, just a little wine and then we can watch the stars all night or whatever is your perfect picture of a date.” He teases and she rolls her honey eyes at him before finally descending to his level; at least a bit.

“Don’t be scared, the water is amazing!” He pretends to play around in the nonexistent water and draws laughter from her. A sound he is most fond of. It reminds him of being happy, not constantly feeling the need to suffocate his pain with stupid and reckless shit in all honesty just making it worse.

She loves his laugh because she knows he can feel a bit of it when he allows it. She desperately hopes he will find it one day. The light.

The cork of the wine jumps away and he puts the green bottle to his rich lips and she stares. Oh he knows how she stares at him when she thinks he can’t see.

He stares too but he doesn’t care if she sees it or not. Never have she allowed him to touch her underneath those proper clothes so he’s in his full right staring.

“Now you.” He offers her the bottle, the sweet scent of red wine reminding her of the first and only time he got her drunk. “I bought a good one this time, try.” His lips indeed tastes of the wine and her heart rate is going of charts like it always does.

She secretly wishes for him to have her break so she can give herself fully to him.. but the silver ring on her finger reminds her of the promise she made; not to ever touch a man before married.

God or Ivar? It was a choice harder than he could wrap his head around.

He swore to her God that they would make him look small and pointless if she just let him show her the realm of young Gods. Or reckless youths as Line always called them.

When his lips leave hers she takes a swig of the wine but it would never taste as good as when from his own mouth.

Her entire being already wanted him to be as close to her as humanly possible and knowing the wine would make it harder to resist she simply decline having more.

With a grunt and a shrug he drinks by himself, not minding. That is what he does.

Ivar drinks, Ivar smokes, Ivar is hurting himself in any way possible in futile hope it would sooner or later release him from the real pain inside of him.

Line didn’t know what depression and anxiety was like. She has been sad about small things in comparison and so angry at times she thought it impossible for it to be worse. Then she had met Ivar.

Three years and she had held him so many times whilst screaming and praying for death to come just so he wouldn’t have to feel himself die anymore.

So many shirts had been smeared with snot, tears and saliva and sometimes even blood.

She knew there was scars on his prominent hipbones causing the tempting V of his abdomen to look even sharper.

She knew there were records in the hospital of numerous times they had to empty his stomach of pills.

She knew she wasn’t one of those Gods he always talked of them being but still she was there, constantly trying to save him just one more day.

“You know-” he whispers when darkness slowly crawled up the sky; letting it slowly shift in different colors until they could finally spot the first stars as he had promised her.

“-sometimes I think you’re the most pretty thing on earth.” He muses, his face blank where they lay on their backs in the pool.

His one arm is under her neck and resting her head on his chest she tilts it up to look at him.

“Sometimes?” She giggles and she can see a shy smile tugging at his lips.

He should smile more, for so many reasons. He should smile more because he would feel better she’d think but mostly because there was nothing so astonishing as his blue eyes radiating nothing but light and joy when he did.

“Sure. Because sometimes you are the most pretty thing in the entire universe.” He adds, as if she was stupid for not getting that from the start.

Her heart swells in that specific way only Ivar can cause it to swell and the heat inside her chest is so intense he must truly feel it.

He was good giving her compliments so covered in sugar even the smallest child would scream in horror of the exaggerated amount.

But it was his way; always too much or nothing at all. Black or white, good or bad.

“You haven’t seen everyone in the universe, not even earth.” She points out, painting lazy figures on his slowly heaving chest when he sighs.

“Why would I want to when you’re right here?” She giggles and smiles in his absolute favorite way.

He rolls them over, his upper body held up by his one arm beside her head.

He never fully understood why she wanted him so bad. He could be exiting and fun for her sure, being so damned proper all the time.

But three years? Three years of knowing what he truly is?

“I will always be right here, Ivar.” She whispers, running her fingers through his dark hair and she can feel the fine hairs on his neck rise in their wake.

“Don’t promise things you can’t keep.” He frowns, his face pained and she attempts a comforting smile.

Outwardly Ivar is secure, sure of himself and the fucking king of the world; nothing could bring him down.. nothing but himself and now Line.

“I’ll be the judge of that, not you with your crappy judgement. I wouldn’t lend you my bike and feel safe.” She teases and she earns a airy laugh before he leans down to kiss the tip of her nose; small freckles to be found when the sun had kissed her long enough.

“You don’t have a bike.” He whispers, planting soft and delicate open mouth kisses along her one cheekbone, down over her ear and back along her jaw.

“Because you broke it.” She points out in a hushed moan; something that causes his entire body to stiffen.

His hands eager but skilled in holding himself at bay, roams her chest and the way he cups her small breasts through her shirt is making her heart pound its way out of her chest right into his. Where it truly belongs.

Once he’d told her his heart was broken and in a sheepish moment she told him he could have hers; because hers would break if his didn’t heal.

He’d cried for two hours. He’d screamed and shouted in a fit of such pain it had scared the shit out of her.

Causing her pain was the only thing he feared more than his own.

“Ivar.” She holds his hand back and the heavy sigh fanning her face cause her to roll her eyes; faking that she’s so strong and can resist him without maximum effort.

“You and your stupid ring.” He groans and she swats the back of his head playfully. “Do I really need to put another ring on that finger to touch you?” He looks puzzled as he always did when he actually stopped and thought about that she so strongly held onto her beliefs.

“I’m afraid so.” If he only knew how close he was each time having her break that promise seemingly stupid even to her when his hands so curiously tried to discover her mysterious body.

“Fine then.” His one hand disappears in the pocket of his jeans and brings back a circular bubblegum box of blue plastic. It looks old and the sticker on it is chipped and the colors faded.

“What is that?” Her brows knit together when she stares at the little box between his fingers and he shakes it; something creating a sound from inside.

“Apparently my ticket to touch you, silly girl.” He smirks, nodding for her to take the box and hesitantly she does.

Inside there’s a ring. Simple, probably too big for her fingers and covered in the sweet and sticky scent of bubblegum although the box is old.

“I will go back to work soon and then I’ll buy you a nicer one.” Now he looks worried when she lay on her back underneath him with the ring in front of her eyes. She studies it as if it was an alien item unknown to her.

“Are you serious?” Her hair is like a golden halo around her head and the dim lights still hanging on to the world drains it from light. She looks like the fallen angel she is to him.

“No I was only joking. I was thinking about giving it to the girl next door because you know, her boobs looks great and I’d bet she let me touch her-” he rants, taking the ring from between her fingers and attempts rolling off of her.

“No!” She laughs, catching his hand between hers and she pulls him back up. A soft kiss is placed on his knuckles and he knows what love is when she looks at him then.

“Yes, she does have nice boobs.” He mocks and she rolls her eyes.

“If you’re giving me a ring I don’t like you to talk about other girls boobs.” She pouts playfully and his smile is back.

“Well you haven’t let me see yours properly so I can hardly talk about them.” His whisper close to her ear sends a familiar shiver through her and it curls up like a hot little knot in her abdomen.

“Like you said, the ring changes that; doesn’t it?” Her voice is almost useless when she can feel his hand move from her hip up her side, her shirt getting stuck on his wrist and follows his hand up.

His skin is warm on hers and when his thumb feathers over her nipple her back arches and she gasps.

“You have to tell your mother about the ring you know.” He reminds her before taking her earlobe between his lips, sucking gently.

“I will have to tell a lot of people but I don’t care.” She turns her head, her lips finding his and they stop caring together for a second.

His hand moves down her thigh, squeezing it through her jeans before it dips down its inside and force it apart from the other.

“I know you deserve to be fucked properly.” He groans to her neck when he palms her sex through her jeans; causing her to buck into his touch. “But I will do my best.” He bites down her skin and she couldn’t care less he would never be able to be inside of her.

She lift her hips when he unbutton her jeans and pull them down just enough for him to dip his fingers in under her panties.

She gasps hushed, holding onto him for dear life where his mouth feasts on her breasts and his one finger parts her folds to discover the secret wetness.

One finger didn’t hurt because god knows she had done that herself thinking about him when she was alone. She had imagined his fingers curl inside and slowly pump her all the way to his stupid idea of heaven.

The second finger was pure bliss stretching her walls and when he moved his face to between her legs she was ready to explode of sensations right on his wicked tongue.

Her fingers tugged at his hair, sometimes pressing him even closer when his tongue dipped inside her warmth so that her eyes rolled back and she saw stars not of this world.

Her release was nothing like the one she had brought upon herself so many times, Ivar constantly in mind. The one he brought her she realizes she’d been waiting for, for three years.

She didn’t care the entire neighborhood probably heard her scream his name and the vibration his moans sent though her sex was enough to have her blank for a second.

“I love you, do you remember that?” He mumbles almost asleep when her head is back on his chest and she’s hiding inside his large hoodie. She can’t stop thinking about that he must be cold in just his t-shirt but his skin so burning and soft against her through the fabric she can’t find it in her to move.

“I do.” She assures him, planting a tired kiss randomly on his chest. It’s easy to say this would be her favorite memory of him but also the one that would cause her the most pain.

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The photo of him smiling so wide she could see his white teeth straight and glistening is her favorite.

He stands with his older brother and she had stolen it from his drawer the first year of dating.

She can’t stop staring at it when sitting like a ball under the covers in her bed.

His mother had called her and the tears in her voice matched the ones running down her cheeks perfectly.

“He did it. Oh Line he did it my poor boy!” She had cried in the phone and after that she don’t remember much more.

It had ended so quickly and she find herself thinking that she really thought she could’ve saved him.

Every smile, every time he called her just so he wouldn’t have to be alone in his torment she thought he really wanted to make it.

But it had gotten too much, hadn’t it? It must have because he’s not here anymore.

The silent tears like soft rain makes her face red and puffy.

She hates him for leaving her and she hates him for giving up just like that, without a word.

He had told his mother about the ring and he promised her to hold her hand when she told her own. But they never got that far.. because he gave up.

It’s hard for her to wrap her head around how he could do that to her. Give her that ring with his promise and then leave her.

Since the day they met he’d been so keen to have her around, to show her his world and she whines silently when she thinks of the way he promised her heaven like she never heard of it before. He’d promise her to be a god, to be loved and to be with him for the rest of her life.

But he went to be that young God without her. He’s up there watching everyone he knew run around in sadness and grief.

He left her down here and not until know, when he’s finally gone she starts to think that he actually succeeded bringing her down to his world. Becaus this pain, could one truly live with it?

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Concept: MareCal daughter named Theodosia

OooOo interesting concept.

Ok so ever since Mare dragged Cal into the theater and forced him to watch Hamilton with her, even though he’s listened to the whole thing on Spotify and won’t admit it that he tears up a bit on “It would be enough” and knows every single lyric he fell in love with the name Theodosia after listening to “Wait for it.” Of course Farley and Shade get dragged along, and Farley’s already listened to it as well, but won’t admit to it due to Shade's​ inveitable teasing. She is officially hamiltrash, and secretly aspires to be Angelica. (Though don’t take my word for it, I haven’t finished listening to it, I know, I’m horrible)

The Ballpit

“Theodosia!” Mare called out for what seemed like the hundredth time, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Theodosia! Cal!” No response. Again. Mare huffed out a sigh of frustration and fought the flutter of panic flapping around in her stomach. Surely they were both fine. Well, forget about Cal. He knew his way around the mall. It was Theodosia she was more concerned about. She fought her way through the tide of toddlers that swarmed by her legs. Mare cringed at the high pitched wails of a child nearby as he fell off the mini teeter totter. His mother, she assumed, rushed towards him.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for one familiar, chubby little face. Her panic only increased tenfold as the minutes ticked by. Her phone had died a few hours earlier, and she had forgotten her wallet, so there was no chance of her using a payphone. Mare supposed she could ask for the money, but some foolish part of her rebelled at the thought of asking anyone for anything. And so, she continued on with her fruitless search.

11:58, her watch read. That meant she’d been searching for 20 minutes. Groaning, Mare raked a hand through her scalp, coming to the realization that she just be the worst mother in the world. How could she have possibly lost her child? Maybe this was how her mother had felt when Mare had slipped away while they were visiting an amusement park on a family vacation. Mare remembered being fascinated with the large machines. But mostly, it had been the adorable stuffed penguin that sat by the whack-a-mole booth. Long story short, sometimes she couldn’t help her tiny thieving fingers.

A small giggle drew her attention away from the memory. It seemed to come out of nowhere. Another giggle. Mare tilted her head, angling her ear to the noise. It sounded strangely familiar. Another voice responded. Deeper. Also familiar. Almost like–

Cal.

Mare gritted her teeth and stomped off to the sound. Oh, when she got her hands on him, she would scream his ears off for worrying her like this.

She came to a stop in front of a thin black net encasing the small ball pit. And sure enough, inside was Cal and Theodosia. She squealed as Cal tickled her sides, squirming in his arms. Her small hand grasped a yellow ball, and she hurled it at his face, temporarily distracting him. But Cal didn’t seem to mind at all. He only smiled wider. Mare thought she ought to have been feeling a bit maternal at the sight, but all she could think about was screaming at him.

Theodosia dived under the brightly painted balls, and Cal’s eyes widened. Mare was sure she looked the same. Theodosia popped up only a few seconds later, spitting a ball out of her mouth to reveal a wide toothed grin. Her amber eyes were bright with happiness. Mare breathed out a small sigh of relief. “Haha I won!” she said triumphantly, puffing out her chest a little in pride. Cal only shook his head in relief. “Of course you did, Dosi. Just don’t ever try that again. Not with your mother watching and plotting a way to murder me.” He scooped her up into his arms, turning to face Mare. She glared down at him, and he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry love, I lost track of time.” He slowly made his way out of the ball pit, as if stalling Mare’s inveitable scolding.

“You had me worried, Cal!” she cried. “Don’t you ever, ever do something like that again!” His expression softened her outburst. “Alright, alright. I truly am sorry. It won’t happen again.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Mare leaned into him, wrapping her arms around Theodosia. “I’m sowwy too mommy. But it’s all daddy’s fault! I had nothing to with it,” Theodosia said, widening her eyes to a perfect picture of innocence. Mare smiled at her. “You’re quite the little actress, aren’t you? So what, your father forced you to play?”

“Yes! He tickled me until I agreed,” she protested. “I told him mommy would be mad but he gave me candy.” Mare raised her brow at Cal who flushed in response. “That was supposed to be our secret!” he whispered. Theodosia’s eyes went wide. “Oops,” she mumbled. Mare shook her head, sighing as she did so. “Come on you two. Let’s go home.”

Well that was my first prompt thingy. Hope you all enjoyed it!!

Nevada “Papi” Ramirez / The Dress

Because it’s necessary to explore Nevada having a baby-momma he respects & a teenage daughter that drives him crazy.

Originally posted by freddypeen

Warning: Cursing. Because raising teenagers definitely can make you curse (I was one, I’m allowed to say that).


The most adorable cherub that had ever graced the Earth twist and squirmed to force herself out of her mother’s embrace. Dark curls bounced and twirled as she passionately struggled past being held, until her little white shoes finally landed on the sidewalk.

“PAPI!” Annabelle ran straight to the man who made most tremble, and curled her little arms tight around his neck. Plentiful miniature kisses landed on his face,  Nevada couldn’t imagine a better place to be than here in this moment.

“Mi amor, (My love)” He tried to slide his sunglasses to the top of his head, but he could barely manage to get them past the sweet affections of his three year old. Oh, it had been so long since she showered him with sweetness, every inch she reached was Holy and precious. “Mi corazón (My heart),” instead of bothering with his shades any longer, Nevada happily buried his face in the ruffles on her dress. To hide the little tears of happiness, yes, but also to smell the most innocent scent of baby lotion and the lavender oil her mother used.

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Prom Night

Originally posted by robertsdowneystark

Pairing: Tony x daughter!Reader, Avengers x niece!Reader
Word count: 908
Warnings: Kidnapping

Part 6 of The Unknown Stark


When Tony was told that you had a date- a senior- to prom, he’d shot you a look. You hadn’t mentioned it to him, even in passing. That led you to that moment. Not being surrounded by your normal family. No, you were surrounded by the damn Avengers. They were all in their uniforms, costumes, whatever you wanted to call them. When they’d walked out to where you were sitting in the living room, you’d groaned and put your face in your hands.

Tony smirked. “What? You wanted us to meet your date.” He teased.

You looked up at him. “Yeah, my dad! And my aunt and uncles. Not the Avengers!” You were almost whining at this point.

“Well, you are related to the Avengers.” He pointed out, earning a glare. “So, when’s Tim getting here?” Tony asked.

Tyson. His name is Tyson.” You sighed. “And any time now. I hope you know, when you’re old, and need your diapers changed, you can make a damn robot for that.” You gave him a mock glare.

He had to chuckle at that. “Old? I’ll never get old.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Fine. You’ll rust.”

JARVIS’s voice broke up your banter. “Sir, there is a Mr Tyson here for Miss Stark.” He informed everyone. “Shall I send him in?

Tony was grinning at you. “Of course.” You let out a small groan, wanting to hide.

No one said anything before the elevator dinged and out stepped your date. Nat had moved to sit by you and nudged you with her shoulder. “Seriously?” She gave you an amused look. “You couldn’t have one of his less attractive friends play him? Your father is going to scare the piss out of that poor boy.” She teased you.

“Save me.” You stuck out your bottom lip, making her laugh.

Tyson looked around, swallowing. Getting up, you moved to his side and took his hand. “So. I’m meeting the Avengers?” He looked at you nervously.

“Sorry.” You told him.

Tony moved forward, making Tyson’s eyes shift to him. “So, you’re the punk taking my daughter to prom.” He said seriously.  

He nodded. “Yes, sir.” He answered.

Thor moved to stand near Tony, and he was much more intimidating than your father when it came to sheer size. “You will treat her with respect, correct?” Though it sounded like a question, you knew it wasn’t. Just by the tone he used.

“Uncle Thor, please. Be nice.” Your eyes were pleading with him.

“He’s a teenage boy. Of course we have to go through this.” Clint shrugged, at least looking a bit more laid back about this as he ate an apple.

“You’re going to be at the damn prom! Why do this?” You paled. “Oh, God. You’re not wearing that, are you?” You asked quietly. All you got back in return was a chuckle and a grin. “Great.” You sighed. “Can we go now?”

“Pictures!” Tony reminded everyone. While you’d convinced him no professionals, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make this hell. It was his duty as a father, as he had told you.

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