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☁️💫Taehyung x Reader ~ Seven Minutes In Heaven💫☁️

Rated: M

Genre: Smut

Warnings: (Includes) ~ Striptease, lap dance, thigh riding, degradation, edging, daddy kink, spanking, cursing, light? choking kink… and anything kinky in-between tbh, I’ve probably forgotten something… just pure sin ok ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word count: 3,378

You’d never liked parties.

But when your best friend refused to stop whining about how this party was supposedly ‘different’, ‘more FUN’, you felt as if you’d been beat.

When you finally chose to accept the invitation, she smiled back at you, though there was something about the twinkle in her eyes that told you otherwise, as if there was something you didn’t know…

“YES! I knew you couldn’t resist! Now hurry and get changed, there’s only 30 minutes until we have to be at Jungkook’s house and you need to look like a million dollars!” Your friend excitably squealed.

A million dollars? You thought this was just some lame meet up with trashy music and an endless supply of alcohol, most likely having the night end with drunken slurs and sweaty bodies collapsed in heaps together. House parties really weren’t your thing.  

“But… but I thought this was just a simple house party?” you groaned in protest.

Before you knew it, a black lacy, strapless dress had been flung at your face and obscured your view. Pulling the unwanted item off from over your head you took a closer look at the article of clothing. You couldn’t lie, it really was gorgeous, if a bit skimpy, perhaps even raunchy you could say….

You’d stepped into the dress, glancing at the reflection staring back at you. It was a short dress, really rather short, but it accentuated your subtle curves quite beautifully. It had crystal details around the belt and bust area and the lace caressed your skin at any slight movement. The outfit was coupled with a pair of sweet ruffled ballerina pumps and a leather clutch.

“Wow… (Y/N) you really look stunning he’ll love you! Um I mean… I bet Jungkook won’t even recognise you!”

You felt very curious and slightly agitated. What was she hiding from you? Who was attending this party?

With a deep sigh, and a sharp slam of the car door, the screech of tyres pulling out of the drive signified the beginning of a very long night ahead.

“Oh for goodness sake chin up (Y/N), stop looking so unsure and nervous! You know Jungkook! He wouldn’t invite anyone unwanted or suspicious, so what’s bothering you?”

It was true, you knew Jungkook for a almost an entire year now since starting college, but your best friend’s behaviour had just been so off ever since accepting the invitation to this party. What were you supposed to say?

“Yeah, no… It’s nothing really, I guess…”


Pressing your finger into the doorbell felt as if It sent an electric shock pulsing through your veins. This was a mistake, regret was bubbling up inside your stomach like the most horrible acidic and sugary soda.

A familiar beaming face greeted you, It was Jungkook! With a warm and friendly welcome, the pair of you were ushered upstairs into what must have been Jungkook’s bedroom.

This was rather odd, as it sounded like the large main party crowd was in the living room, where you could make out a flickering of lights and see discarded plastic cups of god knows what strewn near the living room entrance.

The loud music pumped through your system and made your heart jump with what felt like a growing excitement.

Stepping through Jungkook’s bedroom door, you were greeted by a circle of party guests, none of which you knew. Great. Why were you here again?

You kept your head low, since parties really weren’t your thing. Your eyelashes rapidly fluttered as you focused on the intricate patterns of the floorboards, until you had only had to go and stumble on an uneven bump in the floor. So much for making an introduction…

Cursing your clumsy, introverted and shy tendencies, you began to rub at your ankle, which had been twisted awkwardly upon your fall. Your attention sprung to a man with pretty, honeyed melanin skin, as said gentleman had cleared his throat bringing your focus to how he was at your feet and offering his hand.

Attempting to smile through your pained and dazed expression you reached out to clasp the man’s hand. His long, slender fingers brushed over your knuckles gently before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss right there. You gasped sharply, not expecting this stranger to be so forward straight away. It felt as if your heart was trying to escape your ribcage, beating quicker with every passing moment. It was like everything was in slow motion.

“Ooooh someone’s taken Taehyung’s fancy already!” a man sitting the other side of Jungkook quipped amused.

“Taehyung would you please take several seats and leave (Y/N) alone! Is the only thing you think about what would make your dick happy?” Jungkook chimed in.

A rosy pink blush started spreading across your porcelain skin. This was evidently all distant background noise to this Taehyung man, as he waved them off whilst still keeping all his attention and focus on you.

“enchanté…” he leaned into the shell of your ear and whispered after finally releasing his peach, plush lips from the back of your hand. It sent what felt like thousands of shivers and quivers up the back of your neck and travelling back down your spine.

Taehyung finally helped you up off the ground, as you proceeded to join the circle of strangers. You sat and arranged the short layers of your dress, which you were still particularly self-conscious about. You could clearly feel Taehyung’s eyes following your every movement and drinking in your features. His eyes roamed over your thighs, where the milky flesh was exposed and impossible to cover with the skirt of your dress. He noticed your taut stomach, before his eyes made their way up to your long, elegant neck. Out the corner of your eye, pretending to fiddle with your skirt some more, you could notice how Taehyung’s lips had fallen open, parted in a gaping sort of way. Originally, you thought this man had good enough manners to know better than to stare, but perhaps you were wrong about this.

Time was passing and again, it felt like there was simply muffled background noise of hyper chatter and spluttering laughs, as it felt as if the spotlight had been placed on you by Taehyung. Was it you, or was he inching closer little by little, getting a better look of your cushiony coral coated lips? His tongue peeked out his mouth to swipe across his own bottom lip. You felt like prey to the broad shouldered predator who was creeping up on you, slowly, slowly….


With a clap of hands, Jungkook declared the beginning of said ‘game.’ Snapping you back into the harsh reality of this party.

“Um, excuse me sorry, I must have missed something… what game are we playing exactly?” You uttered helplessly.

“Seven Minutes in heaven x truth or dare! Kind of a merge of the two, we’ll start with truth or dare, and see where it goes from there I guess.” Jungkook had a smirk on his face which you didn’t entirely like the look of.

You gulped nervously, as a bottle was placed in the centre of the circle. So this was spin the bottle too now? You’d had enough, this was torture, this wasn’t you, there must be some way of escape!

The bottle spun, and landed on the one and only Mr Taehyung.

Oh great.

“Truth or dare TaeTae?” a small man, Jimin, you found out, called from the opposite side of the circle.

“Dare of course” Taehyung challenged with a wiggle of his brows.

This man’s confidence really was so sexy.  

“Ok then, your dare is you have to strip down to nothing but your underwear and stay that way for the whole game, until we say you can get changed again, but make a show of it.”

The man showed no look of being phased by this dare, instead he smugly smirked back at your friend, the one who had requested the damned dare, before directing his eyes back to you. There was a flicker of danger in his eyes, as you began to shift uncomfortably in your seated spot.

He stood up towering over you. Playfully, he began fiddling with the buckle to his belt before letting go, to teasingly rub his thighs with the flat palms of his hands. The clicking sound of the buckle becoming undone threw your attention tho his groin area, but to no avail, as he had not yet removed his pants fully. He was just testing the waters.

The tease.

One by one, he undid the buttons on his crisp white dress shirt. It was too much already. You stifled, trying desperately to hold back a moan that needed to escape.

His bare chest was now on show, his pecks, the small hardened nubs, stood erect before you and his chocolate abs glowed, a light sheen of sweat covered the abs as little pools nestled in the magnificently contoured structure.

His head lulled to the side, as his body now faced you completely. You could tell he was doing this all for your suffering entertainment and enjoyment, although you could tell even some of the boys in the circle were getting into this, judging by the tent forming in the front of their pants. His eyes had narrowed to slits as he quirked a brow at you.  

Rolling his head, he then proceeded to rub over his hardened nipples, allowing him to release the most delicious groan you had ever heard. His head now tilted backwards, working furiously at his nipples before moving down to palm his crotch.

A series of pants and small whimpers filled the stuffy air of the bedroom. Everything was silent except for Taehyung. His cock was now straining tightly against the material of his black slacks, leading him to whip them off in one go, as he grew impatient.

You were mesmerised, lust had clouded your vision and you couldn’t think about anything except Taehyung. Everything was Taehyung. Maybe this party wasn’t such a mistake after all.

Taehyung started thumbing the slit of his cock through his boxer briefs when his actions were halted by an older looking man, by the name of Jin.

ALRIGHT! That’s enough now, the dare was simply to do a striptease, not have a wank with a full circle of witnesses!”  

Small giggles reverberated around the room as it was evident Taehyung was trying to come back down and steady himself.  

The show was wonderful and all, but now it meant Taehyung had to sit next to you with a raging hard on, and you’d have to continue the game as normal, without staring at his clearly massive 8 maybe even 9 inch cock.

The bottle spun a few more times, luckily sparing you as the next victim. You couldn’t believe your luck, that was until…

“Ah, (Y/N)!” The almost naked man beside you exclaimed with far too much excitement.  

So this really was your unlucky day…

“So what’s it gonna be (Y/N)…. truth? or maybe… dare?” Taehyung purred, latching his thumb onto your lip, swiping across it in an almost hypnotised manner, staining his thumb with your coral lipstick.

“I…um…. I think it would be best if I went for…”

“DARE! Right ok… hmmm…” Taehyung interrupted, saving you your breath. You wanted truth this sexy, sexy bastard.

“I dare YOU… to give me a lap dance.” The cheeky man sat back on his elbows, opening his legs rather suggestively before winking at you.

The room instantly filled with whoops and cheers of encouragement and laughter.

Could the floor just swallow you right now? That seemed like the best option. You glared over at your friend, who was now laying down clutching her stomach in fits of laughter. You shot her a look of daggers, before facing Taehyung again.

This man was clearly VERY horny but also VERY into you.

And so were you to be perfectly honest… so why not put on a show? Show everyone you weren’t this shy, innocent young girl.

Suddenly, a smooth and sensual beat flooded through the speakers located in the corner of the room.

All eyes were on you, especially a pair of chocolate orbs who had already started grazing your features once again.

You began to sway your hips seductively to the sexy, deep base before body rolling, fisting your hands into tendrils of stray hair.

Slowly but surely, you began to edge your way over to Taehyung. You spotted Jungkook’s desk chair and pushed it his way, still keeping your sensual aura about your act, dragging your feet as you walked, then heading into a crawl on all fours. You were the predator now. YOU were in control.

Taehyung spread his legs again now sat in the desk chair, massaging his pulsating length that was screaming for attention.

“Jagi…. (Y/N) ughhhmmm please, don’t test me babygirl, don’t make daddy wait.”

You could hear a concoction of snickers and breathy sighs coming from the spectators looking on at this hot mess you were about to show them. Things were about to get a little hotter though, you inwardly giggled to yourself.

With ease, you sunk smoothly down on top of Taehyung’s thick thighs and began to bounce teasingly, lifting the short petticoat like layers of your dress. You knew he could feel your heated core rubbing ever so slightly on the bare area of his thighs.

A deep growl through gritted teeth signified the man’s appreciation of the erotic act.

“Mmmmm ahhh my god (Y/N) fuck my thighs you do it for me slut ahhhh”

Who were you to deny this prince of what he wanted? You built up a strong and steady pace on his thighs, humping them whilst still keeping to the rhythm of the dirty beat.

“Daddy mmm let me hear you moan, tell me what you want… Do you want me now? How bad do you want it?”

Taehyung whimpered helplessly underneath you, cursing now and again as he clenched and relaxed his thighs allowing himself to feel more of your core humping his thigh. The feeling was orgasmic for you. It felt as if you were ready for climax, but neither of you wanted that yet.

Instead, you began to edge yourself, slowing your actions considerably, much to Taehyung’s disappointment.

But however, you did slip the dress up and over your head in a swift glide. You were rather impressed with yourself really, maybe a stripper could be a night shift job that would suit just fine.

Unclasping your bra, you sunk forward further onto Taehyung, restricting his movements. His mouth was watering, as you pressed your breasts further towards his face, he managed to grab your boobs, massaging them and going to suck on your nipple.

You were so sensitive. The only thing you could inhale was the musky, vanilla scent of Taehyung’s cologne intoxicating your senses, all you could see was red, the inside of Taehyung’s mouth laving over one of your nipples, just like velvet…

You let out deep, guttural moans. You had totally forgotten about the little audience who were still watching this extravaganza.

The song was now on repeat, but before you knew it, the pair of you were tumbling head first into a dim lit closet. The last thing you saw was Jungkook’s exasperated face, muttering something along the lines of:

“I’m sure you’ll be longer than seven minutes, but I don’t have a fuck to give anymore… *something something* I don’t want cum stains on the inside of my closet doors” The slither of light outside the closet dissipated. *SLAM.* You two were left in the dark closet now, alone.

The unexpected and cramped environment shook the pair of you briefly, before continuing your fun.

“Hey, kitten psst… I’m still waiting for a kiss before you decide to suck this enormous cock… that is, if I let you have dessert.” Taehyung chuckled, his low growl making your clit throb in anticipation as he nipped at your collar bone.

The pet name did it for you. You dived forward, connecting your ravenous lips, becoming one. Taehyung rolled effortlessly on top of your lithe body, roughly shoving his tongue into your awaiting mouth. Your tongues were dancing, never had you felt so loved. He stroked his hands feverishly up and down the sides of your body and pinned your hips down firmly. You were on fire.

The two of you broke apart for air, panting hotly against one another.

“Taehyung… I’ll always get what I want. A kitten needs her milk after all.” Your voice dripped teasingly.

You slithered down Taehyung’s fit form, reaching your prize. A large expanding wet spot was visible on at the tip of the tent in the man’s straining boxers.

You looked up into the smokey cat eyes, watching your every movement and bit your lip.

You then dipped down, kitten licking the head through the material of Taehyung’s boxers. This made Taehyung keen and arch his back. It was just like he was your baby boy for now, but you were fully aware of his daddy temperaments and dominant side too.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and ripped them off in the speed of light.

You went to suck on his ballsack, eliciting more animalistic grunts and pants. But you weren’t one to waste time. Squeezing the girth of his shaft you deep throated his cock in one go, bobbing your head determinedly.

Taehyung’s legs were now shaking from the direct stimulation and desire coursing through his system.

“Jagi, I’m gonna cum, stop shit fuck I can’t h….hnngggg.”

You thought it was all over, until you were forced off his dick with a lewd, wet sounding pop.

His hands had found themselves on that certain part of your throat that would drive you crazy. Cautiously, he applied the smallest amount of pressure that made your head go fuzzy and made you feel warm and light-headed.

“So it looks like this princess does have a choking kink huh…”

You made no effort to respond, not even ‘hm’, neither a ‘yes daddy’.

Something darkened in Taehyung’s facial expressions in that moment.

“So baby doesn’t wanna respond? Well then I think spanking time is due Jagi…”

You were draped submissively over Taehyung’s muscly thighs, as loud smacks made contact with your bare asscheeks. You were certain the others could hear outside the closet, as your moans soon turned to screams. How long had it been? Far longer than seven minutes now. Were the others still even there?

“Keep it down my needy little whore…. keep it down or the others will hear. Or is that what you want? Is it (Y/N)? Tell daddy what you need. Beg for me.”

“Tae-T-Tae Oppa I want to… wanna cum right now.”

You felt so incredibly helpless, but you loved it. You loved being submissive to Taehyung, this sex god.

“Yeah? Wanna cum? Want this dick inside your tight pussy throbbing, fucking you senseless until you can’t even get up the next day?”

Taehyung bit down into the angry red hand-prints he had marked onto your ass, smoothing his large tongue over the attacked area and increasing the burning sensation…

You didn’t notice when he scrambled around in his jacket that had been chucked into the closet to reveal a condom. He teared the packet open cleanly with his teeth and rolled it down his length.

There was no lube however, as he proceeded to spit into his hands, preparing his cock sufficiently.

Your legs were now spread and awaiting Taehyung. With one quick thrust, the man slid into your heat with ease. Thrusting, in and out roughly you knew one another were reaching climax rapidly.

Seeing stars both Taehyung and yourself came hard, Taehyung still inside of you shooting his seed in long white ribbons as it combined with your own mess.

Collapsing together, Taehyung pecked your cupid bow lips and smiled with a warmth in his eyes.

“Heaven lasts forever when it is shared with you, angel delight.”

He whispered, as you burst into fits of giggles.

Maybe you had your friend some thanking to do…

This is so so dirty, I swear my imagination gets more vivid and dirtier by the day. I hope you enjoyed it! Asks/opinions and even requests are always welcomed!

Have a beautiful day! x

I’ll Scare the Dark Away

A/N: Simon makes a confession, and Baz is overprotective. Based on a conversation I had with my crush. She said the first three lines of this to me, and this fic just appeared. I didn’t even get this checked or drafted. Just rough, awful content. RIP me.


I get so jumpy at night.

I’m afraid of the dark.

I’m afraid of weird noises.

I’m afraid of pretty much everything at night.

Merlin. I’m the bloody Chosen One. By day I’m expected to be fearless and invincible, but I when the lights go out, I somehow become… well, human.


Snow is scared of the dark.

He thinks I don’t notice, but I do. I notice everything about him: the way he moves, the slight twitch of his upper lip when he scowls, the way his hair falls over his forehead in a rippling bronze wave. I see everything about him.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t notice. I wish I could stop dwelling on it.

But Simon Snow is always there–just like the sun. You can’t ignore him, and you can’t deny how bright and beautiful he is, no matter what time of the day. He’s unconquerable. He’s a magickal supernova. And he’s afraid of the dark.

I let my eyes wander to the other side of the room, where Snow is curled up beneath his sheets. He’s pulled them around his ears and over half his face. Only his eyes are peering out above the waves of white. They’re blue. A flat color blue–like the sky on a hazy summer afternoon. I could let myself sink in the shade of them until I lose my own soul.

I’ve already lost my soul. I think.

Simon shifts under the covers. The ripples in the sheets shift and expose a section of his chest. (He sleeps shirtless.) (Yet another “fuck you, Baz,” from the universe.) It’s smooth, except for the scattering of moles across his shoulders. I shiver.

He drags the pillow out from under his head and pulls it over his face, obscuring my perfect view.

“Can’t you stop moving?” I hiss. “I’m trying to sleep.”

Snow makes a muffled, undecipherable sound from under his pillow.


It’s gotten worse tonight.

I can’t help the way the darkness makes me feel. It’s stifling and horrifying. It creeps up my neck and face like a pair of hands. I can’t breathe.

Hiding my face in a pillow–away from the dark, away from everything that could be lurking in it–seems to be the only thing that will keep me from running helter-skelter down Mummer’s Tower and sleeping the rest of the night in the well-lit hallway.

What I wouldn’t give for just one flicker of light.



He’s shaking. I can see it.

“Fuck off, Baz.”

“Can’t. I’m always here.”

I sit up in bed, swinging my legs off the side of the mattress and onto the floor. Snow startles visibly at the noise.

“Merlin, don’t do that.”

I sneer. “What’s wrong? Don’t like things that go bump in the night, do we, oh mighty hero Snow?”

He yanks the pillow down and glares at me, his lower lip twisted and trembling. “Fuck off.”

My heart drops into my stomach when I see his face.

It’s a picture of desolation. His eyes are desperate, confused, wanting…

Wanting what?

“I’m afraid of the dark, Baz.”

Snow’s voice brings me back to the present. He drags the words out of the air. They’re clawing at his throat, and he pulls them into the open one by one. Painfully. Haltingly.

For a moment, I don’t believe he’s just made that confession. To me, of all people. The Chosen one. The all-powerful Mage’s Heir, come to save us from the Insidious Humdrum and the dark creatures… is afraid of the dark?

“It’s not bad,” I hear myself say, “when you’re used to it.”

My tone must catch him off-guard, because his eyebrows twitch and his face relaxes just a little.

I stare at him. He swallows, and his adam’s apple catches. I feel blood rush to my cheeks.

“When I was younger, I used to imagine the dark was like… a fog. And I’d pretend I carried a sword, sort of like yours. But made of light and glass and everything good I could possibly think of. I’d imagine swinging it, and a gash of light would open through the dark. It helped me remember…”

“Remember what?” He’s interested. I can see the fear begin to melt, like ice in the springtime, away from the wintry blue of his eyes.

“Even when you can’t see any light around you,” I say. “You can make your own light. You’ll always be powerful enough to carry the flame in your heart like a guiding torch.”

Suddenly, I throw my own caution and fear aside. I stand up and walk towards Snow. He sits bolt upright, a defensive mask sweeping across his face.

I shush him, sitting down on the mattress beside him and pressing my finger to his lips. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to scare the dark away.”

His lips fall open, and his eyes get round. “Baz, wha–”

I push him back–gently, I don’t want to hurt him, I never did, I never will–and kiss him. Hard. He gasps and lets his hands drop. After a horrible second of being unsure whether or not he would shove me away, Snow weaves his fingers through my hair and kisses me back.

I draw away, just an inch.

“I’ll scare the dark away,” I repeat, stupidly. He laughs and forces my head down again, straining up to reach my lips.

It’s almost dreamlike. But I let myself believe it’s real–because I’m weak. Because Simon Snow is here, with his piercing eyes and tousled bedtime hair, kissing me gently, like I’m an angel sent to guard him from the elusive demons of the dark. Because I’m in love with him.


I wake up the next morning with a strong arm draped over my chest. Baz is softly breathing on my neck, stirring my hair and sending a warm shiver down my spine.

There’s sunlight pouring through the window. It bathes us both in light.

I can finally breathe again.

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 63

“Follow me, baby girl.”  Jared said, stepping around me and heading towards the bedroom.

Turning to look over his shoulder, he was waiting to see HOW I followed.   Did I stay on my knees or stand and walk?   I knew the reason too.  He wanted to see if I remember the guidelines he had set previously.  Plain and simple.

By not offering his hand to help me to stand, or instructing me verbally any different, he wanted me to follow him on my knees.    I was happy to do that too.   His dominance was what I craved most.  

Crawling behind him into the bedroom, I stopped at the foot of the bed then turned around, putting my back against it.   Sitting upright on my calves, I neatly folded my hands, palms up, in my lap.  

As I found comfort in my place, I closed my eyes and my mind began to settle.  

Jared moved around the room rearranging things to where he liked them best.   I had set everything out but really had no idea how he wanted things placed, I just did my best.  

Coming to stand next to me, I felt him cup my cheek in his hand,  “You remembered.   Very good, baby girl.”  

His praise was both exciting and calming at the same time.  

Leaning into his affection, I kissed his hand,  “Thank you, Sir.”  

As his thumb caressed my cheek then moved gently over my lips, I parted them taking it into my mouth.   I thought he might pull away when he felt my tongue against the tip but he didn’t.   Instead he pushed further in.  

“Aren’t we eager this evening..”  Jared murmured, slowly pulling his thumb from between my lips.

He had no idea how eager I really was but would soon find out.  

Stepping away from me, he went to the linen closet and took two extra pillows from the top shelf along with a throw blanket.   After laying the blanket on the chair, he placed the pillows, one on top of the other in the middle of the bed.

I my eyes followed him as he walked around the room once more then went to his suitcase, opening it.   He moved some things around and I knew instantly what he was looking for.   The glass anal plug was the only thing missing.   Biting my lip, trying to not smile and give anything away, I waited.  

Loudly shutting the hard luggage case closed, he seemed frustrated as he looked one more time around the room thinking he must have missed it.   After not finding it in the bedroom, he went into the bathroom to check there again too.  

Unfortunately, Jared wouldn’t find what he was looking for in there either.  Nor would he find the black velvet box it was usually nestled in.   I was smart enough to know it was one of his favorite toys and he would go looking for it.   I ended up hiding the box between some bath towels on the counter.  

Knowing the moment of truth was fast approaching, I could feel my heart begin to race with excitement.    I have never done anything so bold for anyone else before.  

“Baby, I can’t seem to find that glass anal plug I love seeing you wear.”   Jared asked as he walked out of the bathroom,  “Do you know where it is?”

A shiver instantly pulsed through my body.  

“I do, Sir.”   I said, a slight tremble in my voice,  “May I show you?”

Jared extended his hand for me to take and helped me to stand,  “Thank you, Sir.”  

I had to move quickly before he realized what I was doing or it would ruin the surprise.   My knees were a bit wobbly from sitting the way I was and I hoped they wouldn’t give out.  

How embarrassing would THAT be?!  

Turning to the bed, I placed one knee on the edge then the other.   In one motion, I laid my hands on the mattress then leaned my chest forward bringing my cheek to the blanket.   In this submissive position, with my ass in the air, he couldn’t miss it.  He also couldn’t miss the wetness that was running down the inside of my thighs either.

“It’s right here, Sir.”  

I couldn’t see him but I could hear his shocked inhale as he realized what I had done.

Moving quicker than I thought possible, he stepped behind me, taking each cheek in his hands and pulling them apart for a better view.    

“My God, baby girl, you never cease to amaze me.”  

With one hand now flat on my lower back, pushing down, I felt the fingers of the other hand grasp ahold of the head of the plug.   Twisting it between his fingers then gently pulling it nearly out, I moaned as it passed through the tight rings that held it inside my body.  

“Ahhhhh,  Sir…”   I continued, my hands fisting in the blanket below me as he played with my body.  

Feeling fingers slip into my slick folds to tease my pussy nearly had my arms and legs collapsing in on one another.  

“You’re dripping baby.”   Jared said, using his fingers to swipe some of the moisture back to the anal plug.

Pushing the glass back into place, Jared slid his hand up my back to take a fistful of my long hair in his hand then yank me forcefully upright against his solid chest.   I could feel his heart racing, matching my own, against my back.   My scalp burned as he tightly held the back of my head to rest on his shoulder.  

Jared’s lips were against my ear.  I could barely hear him as he whispered through gritted teeth.  

“Your little unexpected surprise has made my cock painfully hard, baby girl….”

Without another word, he stepped back while at the same time harshly pulling me all the way back by my hair so I was laying backwards, flat on my calves.  My head was now at the end of the bed so he could stand above me.  If I wasn’t so flexible thanks to my yoga practice, this position wouldn’t have been possible.  

I was stunned, he moved so fast.   Using one hand flat against my forehead, pushing my head into the mattress in this pinned down position, he used the other to untie the string on his joggers letting them slide down his narrow hips.  

My eyes as wide as saucers, searched his.   I was trying to catch my breath but everything was happening so fast.   I had to though.  The look on his eyes told me so.  

Taking his steely shaft in hand, he pumped it once as he commanded me,  “Open.”  

I immediately complied, opening my mouth as wide as I could.    His cock was down my throat in an instant.    I wasn’t even able to take another full breath.  

Positioning himself so that both his knees bracketed my head, the pressure of his cock pounding my throat kept my head exactly where he wanted it.    He laid one hand in the center of my chest and the other on the bed next to me to hold himself up.  

“Uhhhh, fuck baby.”   He moaned.

My hands were gripping the blanket under me and I was doing my best to concentrate on relaxing my throat but he was really testing my gag reflex.  

“That’s right, baby,  ahhh,  keep your throat open.”  

As Jared continued to ride my mouth, he leaned forward taking my breasts in his hands.   Roughly pinching my hardened nipples between his fingertips then pulling them away from my body had whatever breath left in me coming out in a gurgled scream.   My hands grasped his wrists trying to push them from my breasts but he was far stronger than I was.  

“Let.  Go.”  

Tears pricked my eyes as I somehow managed to tear my fingers from around his wrists and take hold of the blanket under me instead.    Sensitive nipples were definitely a curse in this particular situation.  

Slowly easing up and gradually releasing my tender nipples, I moaned in both relief and pleasure.   That surprised even me because while going through it, it was far more pain than pleasure.  

Jared hadn’t cum but I could taste his saltiness against my tongue as he pulled his cock slightly back.  Leaving his tip to rest between my lips, I had no other choice but to breathe around him.  

Lapping at his tip, I savored his taste as I looked up.    My view somewhat obscured since he hadn’t pulled his cock completely from my mouth but as they slowly traveled up his tummy then his chest finally reaching his tilted back chin, I knew he was struggling for control.   Both of us still, I could now feel the vibrations coursing through his muscles as he tried to calm himself.  

Tilting his eyes down to me.  “Stay just as you are.”  Jared breathlessly instructed, finally pulling his stiff length from between my lips to move off the bed.  

“Yes, Sir.”  I said, my voice barely above a whisper.  

My chest heaved, trying to pull in as much oxygen as I could.   My legs were beginning to feel numb from being in this backwards, pretzel like position, I think this is the longest I’ve ever stayed like this before.  Wrapping my fingers tightly around my ankles, I fought the need to, at the very least, unfold my legs as I waited for Jared to return.  

While glad for a bit of a reprieve for my throat, the rest of my body ached for him.   Tilting my head back slightly, I watched him strip off his clothes.   Carelessly tossing his shirt in one direction and his pants in another, it seems as though I wasn’t the only anxious one tonight.  

Going to the wall, Jared dimmed the lights a bit lower before coming back to the bed.  

Standing above me in all his naked glory, I could feel the heat blushing my cheeks.    My GOD, I wanted him so badly.   I could feel saliva running down both sides of my cheeks just as much as I could feel anticipation dripping from my throbbing pussy.  

“I hope you’re ready, love.”  

I was already a mess but I’m not sure how ready I was, not that it mattered.  

“Tonight, your safe words will be green, yellow and red.  If you are unable to speak, I want you to snap your fingers.   Do you understand, baby girl?”  

He was stern and I could already tell what was going to happen tonight was going to be nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.  

Licking my lips as our eyes connected,   “Yes, Sir.”   I murmured.  

““Good girl.”

Falling to his knees, his hands cradled my face as he brought his lips to my forehead for a kiss far more gentle than I expected.  

Tenderly kissing from my forehead to my ear he whispered,   “I’m going to be rough and I’m going to test your limits.   You will need your safe words, use them.”

anonymous asked:

I have a fic request! I noticed after Ending B 9S gets really protective of 2B and tries to stand in front of her a few times during the assault mission. When you go in his room during the credits, he talks in a gentle voice, while showering 2B with power up items, money, and tells her to be careful. So, I have this headcanon that they had sex after Ending B and that's why he was acting like that toward her. Would you be willing to write another lewd fanfic of these two again? Thank you!


(Once again, I’m doing the dirty and this time I’m like, fuck it, I’m sin mother and this ship is mine to steer. No real attention was put on the “how” in this one, however. Androids have genitals now; deal with it.)

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Her gloved fingers brushed along the side of his face, judging the reality of his existence by this simple set of light movements of leather against artificial skin. Her knuckles curled as they ran over his cheek, a finger tracing his chin and, after a moment of slight hesitation, following the shape of his lips. His shaking breath parted the plump skin, his cheeks lightly dusted with blush pink.

She realized that this moment was something he didn’t expect and wasn’t something she had planned. It was born of a spontaneous desire to assure that it really was him and not another formatted version she needed to learn to love again.

“2…B?” He finally ventured when her fingers finally came to rest against the shell of his neck. She looked down but only saw the blackness of his visor, not the deep, dark blue eyes his model type was equipped with. His voice caught, embarrassed.

“Yes?” She prodded. 9S adverted his gaze even though he couldn’t see her eyes behind her visor. She raised an eyebrow, inviting him to voice his thoughts.

“…I…um,” he took her hand in his own. He gripped her smaller, delicate yet deadly fist in his own as if debating allowing her to fight this internal war with him.

N-not now.*

“Thanks.” He gave her a soft smile, a smile she could could see past with no assistance.

She wasn’t going to push him, not now anyways. This wasn’t the time, time that was running short. At any moment, Command would give an order that would possibly divide them and she would never get this opportunity again.

So she ignored it and gently separated their hands, moving hers to press against his chest before leaning forward and bringing their lips together. The cool and firm skin yielded against hers, warm breath mixing as they each tested the boundaries of what they could do behind the closed door of the room the Resistance had given them. She felt the steady hum of his systems underneath her palms, growing in confidence with each beat before tugging that the buttons of his coat. 9S froze and swallowed, unsure of how he should react or use his hands as they rested uselessly at his sides.

He didn’t have to wait for long before his chest was exposed to her hands, which tugged urgently at his skintight undershirt. Her tongue pushed against his lips, looking for any sign of entry into his mouth as one hand slid up his back and entwined itself in his hair, nails pressing on his scalp.

She felt her pulse rate spike as they gave into the simpleminded desire coursing through their systems, blood pounding in her ears. A combat model, she shouldn’t feel this nervousness. Yes, she was bold and confident but that was in a situation where breaking the other person was perfectly acceptable and the desired goal. 9S wasn’t a person she wanted to hurt, even accidentally.

Gently, she pushed against him, causing him to rest on the bed, her palms on either side of his head. Their lips had came unglued during the transit; 2B panted, a small trail of saliva of unsure origin slicking the skin as she stared down at him. His cheeks and ears had become a shade of red that could only be described as “adorable”, his mouth just as lewdly askew as hers.

She stared down at him, attempting to gage his reaction to what had transpired before. Everything about him urged her on, begging her to keep going, including the obvious stiffness in his pants that was growing harder as movement aroused them both.

Still…she reached behind his head and undid the knot of his visor, pulling the obscuring black fabric from his eyes while doing the same to herself. His eyes, despite being artificial optics with wires and no soul behind them, were the most expressive part of him. One look into them told her everything and sealed the consent she needed.

Granted, she doubted that what she saw behind the thick veil of lust and desire was that look in his eyes she knew and feared. It was that look that was always followed by a swift betrayal in the form of a sword through his chest. He knew something and he wanted to tell her, but he was still searching for the right time and that wasn’t now, thank the God she still believed had abandoned her.

His coat and undershirt were urgently pulled off to silence her own thoughts on that terrifying subject. He couldn’t speak those words if his mouth was occupied with hers, his hands flush against her backside.

She could feel her own body heat rising, the fabric of her undergarments and clothes becoming too tight and heavy for her to bear. It felt similar to a buildup of reactor heat before the inevitable self destruction, her neither regions throbbing with sweltering, wet need.

“9S.” She separated their lips to gaze into his eyes again. He took the hint surprisingly well, but she didn’t doubt the label of “high end” attached to his model type. His logic systems worked far and above hers, able to solve these kind complexities when his own sheepishness finally died. He undid the near invisible buttons right at the side of her chest, the black fabric of her shirt coming loose before falling from her shoulders and arms and onto the ground. His thumbs trailed over her bare skin, tugging at the edges of her leotard to get to more of that smooth flesh he just wanted to feel*.

He visibly twitched when he felt her palm slide along his crotch, fingers grazing his member. One dragged against the damp tip, playing with him mercilessly as he panted uselessly against her mouth. “Ah…a…2B.” She cupped her hand around his length, the leather of her glove smooth and molding to his skin.

They moved against each other, losing clothing and inhibition. Underneath all the layers was bare skin, soft, peachy and a layer of untouched sensitivity. Other loosely regulated YoRHa members spoke in not-so-hushed tones about doing this very selfsame thing all the time around the Bunker, but 9S himself had never been privy to the practice. The way 2B moved for them though, her hands firmly planted on either side of his head and hips hovering above his crotch, broadcasted experience he couldn’t match. A tiny, jealous part of him wondered who else had the undeniable honor of witnessing her lewd and bare, the part also wondering what happened to them. He hadn’t even been inside her and he knew she felt as breathtaking as she looked when her eyes were low and her cheeks red with the effort of restrained sounds.

Keeping the theme of control firmly in her hands, she lowered herself onto him, hissing as she twisted the sheet in her fingers. His systems flushed with heat, his back arching at the sudden but welcome feeling that rushed through his nervous systems.

Who could possibly give this feeling up? After a moment, her hips began to rock against his before they became full thrusts, rapid exhales leaving their mouths in synchronized shallow breaths of air. What kind of idiot would let her go?

She had done this before. With him. Of course, he doesn’t remember, but she knows where he’s weak, the spots he didn’t like to be touched and the way he moved.

He hadn’t changed. They hadn’t wiped him away…and for that, she’s glad. It’s a small consolation prize for the suffering she will soon bring down onto him, pleasure before pain.

She wondered if it was worth it.

Inside, she was capable of burning him alive, smothering him in the greatest way possible with crushing, dominating force. Her slick muscles held him firm, wet, hot and…shit, he’s burning and his blood is boiling in his veins.*

He pushed against the bed, going against her weight to sit up with her in his lap, her head on his shoulder. She followed his lead, wrapping her legs around his back, tightly holding him flush to her. Fuck, it felt too good.* Her head throbbed, processors firing in overdrive as it all began to dull into one feeling of never wanting to stop*. If she didn’t stop…if they never stopped…

“Ngh…ah…ah.” His tongue fought a losing but heated battle with hers, warm saliva trailing down her lips. 9S moaned as she curved her back to allow for deeper penetration and closer contact between them. N-no way he was going to live through this. The way she rode him so desperately, so hungry for him and…well shit she was heavier than him and she wasn’t being gentle. If he broke his new body though, it was a hell of a way to go.

*Man, 21O is gonna be pissed…“how did you break your body again?” “I got fucked by a combat android and I learned that being on the bottom is dangerous to my health yet really awesome.”*

No way in hell he was going to tell anyone about this.

“Don't…don't…” She licked her lips and gasped for words. “Stop…thinking.”

*Just do me one favor please*, she wanted to beg. *Don’t do this to me again.*

Her nails dug into his skin, trails of red left in her wake. The pain was nothing compared to the all consuming pleasure, a mere inconvenience in the face of something he needed if he was going to be strong and…was he really going to tell her? He trusted her with his life, but his own mind was in shambles with what he had learned from digging where he had no right. Was he really going to doom her to the same fate? Was that fair?

“Stop thinking,” that’s what she had demanded.

Losing himself in her, in the feelings she drew out of him, was far better than the truth.

They had been called back to the Bunker and separated by circumstance, preparing the mission that would hopefully end the war. Adam and Eve had been destroyed, leaving the machine network venerable.

This was their chance, and yet *their chance had past. She came to his room one last time, the air heavy with knowledge and tension. His skin still smelled of her, his chest marked by thin cuts. It was fresh, the feeling still raw in his mind.

What could he say…? He was pathetic when it came to her. All he could do was give her a gift and words heavy with barely repressed affection and love.

Maybe…maybe when this fight was over, they could run from YoRHa no matter the outcome. They could escape together, become rouges and relocate where Command could never find them. He could research machines and she could fish and…and…

Was it…selfish? Was this what she wanted? Did she still want war or did she want the same peace he did? Was he only doing this for himself?

He had no time to answer. The mission came first.

Her hand lingered on his shoulder, as if she wanted to say something else, do something else, but nothing came to her.

“…Be careful, 9S.”

There it was, the frigid love he so hated. He wanted more warmth, more heat, more of the genuine person she was, not the soldier façade she put up.

“You too…2B.”

He would tell her. No matter the outcome, she deserved the truth.


i.) Love her even if he believed she was gone and spend time hurting because she deserves it. Being so unwilling to live on an Earth, deprived of his love, he didn’t give her the chance to prove that even in her absence, she has a place in his heart.  

ii.) Plaster missing persons signs around, showing just the crook of her neck, or the curve of her ear, or the one rough patch of her palm that knew enough about roses and thorns to love him– disperse a puzzle across the city so that he’ll know he won’t be alone in thinking about her.

iii.) Search for his favorite parts of their love. He could have dug deeper, pulled obscurities out from the dirt, bring back to life that which would have otherwise died with her. Say, hey this is where Juliet and I first bared ourselves to the moon, at least there is a heavenly body out there who won’t forget us.

iv.) Give it time to heal. If he had just waited, maybe he would have realized that she left behind more love than scar, more hope than injury, more life than he could have known to exist after losing her.

v.) Stay for what remained. Reap blessings from eternity as gentle memories of her dotted the air. Find reason to make amends with the Capulets. Never stop living under the light of her name because she had enough purity to outrun death, even if her body did not. He could have loved her as more than a ghost. And maybe she would have come back to him.
Klaine one-shot - “The Life You Think You Deserve” (Rated PG13)

Blaine is making a huge change in his life. He’s starting by going to Kurt, a man with a specific talent that will help him move on. (5274 words)

Notes (or, in this case, petty commentary. Read if you want, or skip to the warnings down below): This is the re-write that I was actually the most excited about because it’s kind of a huge f-u to everyone in the K*urtbastian fandom who’s ever sh*t on my work. When I wrote this, it was a character study. But it actually got torn apart by two fandom writers - one K*urtbastian and one multishipper. One of them even made a post on tumblr about how I don’t write Sebastian, I write badboy Blaine and pass him off as Sebastian, and this fic was the focus of that. Well, I thought this one was touching and brilliant, and hopefully, now that I’ve changed it, it will get the love I think it deserves! (See what I did there? I … well, never mind.)

Warnings for mention of self-harm scars, mention of blood, and mention of Blaine being married to Quinn.

Skank Kurt. Closeted Blaine.

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Blaine paces outside the run-down, red-bricked, residential loft that he had to bribe a taxi cab driver to take him to. He can honestly say that he has never feared for his life before tonight, so he can chalk this up as a first on his list of life experiences. He runs his hands up and down his arms while he tries to decide whether he will push the buzzer for the door or not. No matter what happens, he came here willingly, so he has no one to blame but himself.

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You’re really right.  That show is really good.  I’m worried that people associate Justice League Action with Teen Titans Go.  That it’s just the Justice League equivalent.  It’s not.  It’s so fucking good.  It’s not the same as Bruce Timm’s Justice League and it is only 15 minutes long but I really appreciate how they are pulling from some obscure back issues.  Space Cabbie is great.  I never expected to see the chronovore on TV.  That House of Mystery episode was fucking amazing.  Cartoon Network is being really weird with the schedule for it’s cartoons.  For one thing the fifteen minute episodes have been difficult to get used to.  But what’s really frustrating is that certain shows just get screwed in the schedule.  Shows like Gumball get played all the time but I have no idea when the next Justice League Action is supposed air.  I don’t know much about who decides a TV schedule but I think the blame goes to Cartoon Network and not DC Comics.  But yeah they need to promote it way more.

anonymous asked:

How to become Homestuck trash? Step one?

How to Become Homestuck Trash: A Guide for the Uninitiated

Step 1: Have friends who are already Homestuck trash

This step is essential to becoming Homestuck trash. Let your trashy friends tell you about how amazing Homestuck is. The feels, the memes, the deaths, the glory, the confusion, how it redefines the webcomic medium with flash sections and a soundtrack. (If you don’t have trashy Homestuck friends this step can be replaced with seeing cool cosplays or fanart on tumblr) This should get you curious enough to move on to the next step. 

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anonymous asked:

Hani should just leave the group. BC will have no other choice but to give the other 4 members more opportunities to shine since they won't have spotlight-hogger Hani around. Like you said, Hyelin's light years ahead of Hyelin vocally, yet Hani's overrated vocals get talked about. Hani shouldn't have even had a solo; It should have been LE. Hani's only holding the group back. I hope she leaves so everyone else can step out of her overrated shadow and shine. #byehani #evenexidfansdontlikeher

Hani did what she was able to do, which was get exid fame by using her body. Now she can leave since exid has a solid fanbase. There are other younger ggroup members who have a better body than hers so what does she really bring to the table for exid? It sure as hell isnt the vocals since Hyelin and Solji has that down. Her voice and singing is overrated af anyways. Not rapping since we have Rap God LE. Junghwa’s much prettier and a better dancer. Hani, ur not wanted, notevenwantedbyfans. #bye

Wow, you are so, so very wrong and don’t appear to have understood anything I said in my previous posts AT ALL. Props to you, though, man. Most people can only dream of missing the point that badly.

But, hey, you wanna talk so let’s talk!

First things first, You are not an EXID stan. You and people like you give LEGGO a bad name. You are not a fan of this band, and you do not speak for the real fans of this band. Fans of EXID know that they are a group, a unit, a team, and love each member with all their heart and soul.

EXID needs all five members of their band. Real fans know that. Without even one of them, they are not EXID. Without Solji, they are not EXID. Without Hani, they would not be EXID. EXID is Solji, LE, Hani, Hyerin and Junghwa – no more, no less. 

Hani is beautiful, intelligent, hard-working and talented and deserves every good thing in her life. My post was meant to draw attention to the fact that she is still being treated as the most important member, while four (and now three) other girls stand behind in her shadow. Hani does not decide who gets which solos. Hani does not divvy up everyone’s individual fans. Hani simply does what she is told by her label and does her best.

Hani is 5th in my order, but Hani is also part of my ultimate bias group. If K-Pop was a sport, your ultimate bias group is your home-team. And where I come from, you support EVERY SINGLE MEMBER of your team. You don’t support some and shit on others. You know what doing that makes you? Trash. And a bandwagon fan. And I will never stand for that shit on my own blog.

How can you call yourself a fan of EXID and then say that they’re only famous because of Hani’s body? Honestly, how little respect do you have for them and all their hard work?

EXID, as a five-woman team, has clawed their way from the bottom, literally pulling themselves from obscurity through their talent and dedication. They nearly disbanded and, in a complete stroke of luck, were saved by Hani’s fan-cam, something that she feels understandably weird and insecure about. Hani knows she’s the most popular member of her group and given how humble she is, I’m sure it makes her really uncomfortable. (Just like how Hyuna felt after 4Minute broke up when she cried and said she hated herself for the popularity that she and she alone had found.) My post, and my frustrations, were aimed at the label for their unfair treatment of the other girls – NOT at Hani. Hani supports ALL of her members, shows time and time again that she is their biggest fan, and loves them so much. EXID is a family and they would never, ever do something to intentionally hurt or demean another member.

I am upset that BC prioritizes Hani over the other girls but that has absolutely zero to do with Hani herself. She has not done anything wrong and I will not let you come to my inbox and try to shame her like this. She is the star-player on my favorite fucking team and you don’t get to talk about her like this. Every word you typed makes you sound like a fourteen-year-old anti and you should be ashamed of yourself. Hani is a beautiful, strong person with more class in her pinky than you have in your body. Do not message me again with shit like this, and maybe reconsider being a fan of this band at all. I can PROMISE you that Solji, LE, Junghwa and Hyerin wouldn’t want someone like you buying their albums.

P.S. Go fuck yourself.

Sometimes, Love isn’t Enough 4/?


Hi. Hope everyone is having a great summer. So yeah. It’s August. And the last time I updated was in June. UHHHHMMM.

I would call it summer laziness, and it partly is. But the beginning of this chapter was very difficult for me to write, and inner me won and I ended saying I would do it almost everyday, but then the amount of emotional energy that was required was just blehghfhadaksdl. Oliver is very hard to write, and making him express his feelings in writing is even harder. BUT ITS DONE. I AM VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT.

This chapter hopefully answers a few questions as to why Oliver did what he did, and it’s a pretty simple answer.

And you will notice that some canon events are shifting (obviously). And seeing Oliver’s inner thoughts are LEGIT AMAZING. You can’t even read him by his face. He’s like a book that’s snapped shut. A certain blonde has the key ;)))


Chapter 4: Lost and Found

Oliver loosens his tie, letting out a deep breath when he pushes the door of the Queen Manor until it clicks shut.

He leans against the door for a second, his forehead pressed against it. The slight sting of the cold brought miniscule relief to the migraine he was sporting.

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since that day he fucked it all up. That stupid thing with Sara that never should’ve happened.  

And Felicity.

He clenched his eyes shut at the thought of her. Her eyes red through the tears, her soft voice, filled to the brink with pain and hurt and so many other unspoken emotions.  

And he did it.

He did it.

He slammed his fist on the door, hearing the wood shudder at the sheer anger and strength he felt at the moment, the sound resonating through the walls.  


He hears his Mom’s slightly panicked voice call out.

Moira calling his name once again brings him out of sulking and he turns around, only to walk towards the stairs without even sparing her a glance.

She doesn’t even deserve it.

“I know I don’t deserve your attention right now, Oliver, But it’s about Felicity,” she relents after taking a breath.

His eyes snap up instantly, looking up at his mom with trepidation.

Oliver’s chest tightens at her name, and the nerves around his mark stutter with shocks of pain.

The expression in his eyes laced with protectiveness, he answers with a terse,  

“What about Felicity?”


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The sting of necromantic energies gnawed at the man as he grasped where once it touched flesh.  While facade was given in prior encounter, the price he paid weighed upon him.  With his gate diminished to naught but rubble and pride wounded, he slunk off into the corners of the multiverse.  Knowing all too well his unwanted master would be sending for him should he of stayed.  Even with taunts to Vess that she had grown weak and soft, even one of her undead pawns was enough to drag the artificer to the floor.  Surely the artifact she held spurned her as well with how heavy her breaths fell after her assault.  But even with such a cost to her, she was a threat and now poised at Bolas’ throat.  A fact he would not take so kindly to but it was distraction enough.  Liliana was a proud sort and while she gave sharp words towards his own ego, she was not unlike.  Boasting of a victory would almost be a certainty.  Again giving him time to find himself hidden within the shadows of a realm Bolas would think him last to tread.

Still the mechanist clung to his wounds beneath the tattered cloak he pilfered.  He knew full well her attacks were not fatal and the pain was just aftershocks but how he sought to dull such.  How he sought respite, even if momentary.  A quiet for his own turbulent thoughts and fears.  While still he held portion of what the portal was within himself, it did bring him worry.  He never pretended to understand or even want to on the Elder Dragon’s machinations behind wishing for such a machine, but now it worried him.  First tossed into the maw of New Phyrexia and then torn from there in but a hair’s way away from demise and then to brilliant and glistening streets of Kaladesh to build a portal.

“To move what?”  Tezzeret found himself muttering.  Knowing full well that the dragon’s plans never bode well for any.  But did he really seek entropy?  The man’s head shook at the thought and gave pause as his boots sunk into the thick mud of a beaten and torn backroad in Lower Vectis.  The familiar tang of brine that nearly brought a man once so high to his knees.  Metal digits tugged at the rim of his hood, pulling it down further to obscure features.  How Kaladesh contrasted from the grimy hovel of his former home.  While Etherium and alloys were as much of the land as there was to Kaladesh, it never bore the same shine.  Not anymore.  Perhaps in his youth it shone brightly as a gleaming hope for the people.  An ambition so lofty that even those who perpetrated the story found it to be but a myth and yet in some foul twist of irony, he found himself the catalyst of such.  And only to find the gift of the metal was a mistake previous lives made.  It was not hope.  It was not salvation.  It was not a blessing.  It was a scourge and a curse.  Good intentions not always played out on the path of a saviour.  On the contrary, it seemed those who sought to be heroes, those who sought to save more oft than not ended up damning those around them.

A bitter laugh left his cracked lips that if one were to listen closely enough, choked back his painful lament.  Hope was a fool’s errand and only got others killed.  Wait for hope.  Wait to be saved.  Wait endlessly.  Wait to perish.  Wait to languish.  Wait to be forgotten.  It made the masses content but it made them lame all the same.  Idle and seeking not to take action for some blessing to descend and cut way to better times.  A lie.  His hand ached as the chilled winds of Tidehollow’s night pressed against flesh.  He had forgone the lavish clothes he adorned himself in Kaladesh’s heart.  Something that while to them was modest in comparison, in Esper he would sooner find a knife to his throat as soon as he took to a bed for it.  A threat he already had looming over his head for his arm alone.  No fine leathers, no pronounced armor.  Only wool to brace him against the brunt of the cold and leather boots to keep the dampness from drenching his feet and causing a festering infection.  Tidehollow was always waterlogged from frequent rains.

Still the man sought a familiar hovel.  An old tavern that seen its days of use and wear now only left to the truly desperate.  The maid who ran the bar had years upon her features, once brilliant and beautiful.  It seemed Esper stole that light from most things.  Once he thought his home a land of innovation and a crucible of sorts forging greater minds, but this notion was only a lie he told himself.  He had seen invention and innovation.  He was among it.  This was not innovation.  This was improvising and barely surviving.  A pit formed in his stomach as he heard her greet him with a struggling smile only to give a nod in return and approach the counter.

“If you have yourself the room I’d like to stay for a few nights,” he muttered.  Careful to not let most hear the timbre of his voice.  The woman gave another smile and nodded in return.

“You’re a lucky lot, I only have one room to spare.  The last one.”  For a moment she gave pause, cocking her head trying to glean the features of the man before her.  Putting a calloused finger to her lip as she silently questioned if she had seen him before.

“I’d also request the ale and food you have the most plenty of.”  Once again Tezzeret spoke up, hoping to take her attention away from his appearance.  Only to leave for a seat near a fireplace that weakly burned soon after the lady’s nod.

“Aye of course.”  With such she rushed off into the back.  While the tavern was now completely full, so rarely had she such a generous request.  Almost worrying if he would actually pay such a tab.  Meanwhile the man simply bent over in his seat and sank his head into his hands.  This was not a trip to sate a streak of hedonism he held, it was necessary.  But the comforts of ale did allure him.  Drink to his fill and rest before slipping to the upper slopes of Vectis.  That was all.  Despite thoughts nagging him to revisit old neighbors and childhood acquaintances.  Were they well, or as they could be in this hovel?  A soft click of glass setting against wood pulled him from his thoughts as the woman stood by silently.  He did not give answer but only reached for it with the hand borne of flesh and drank away and cursing his sentimentalities.  It was a few minutes before the woman took her queue to leave with the setting of the empty glass.

For people asking about el cariz, it’s literally related to la cara “face” so it means “aspect of the face” or “aspect of weather/climate”

In Spanish you’re more likely to see the related word el carácter “character/aspect/characteristic” [which is sometimes mistaken for el personaje “character (in a story)”, or you might see el papel “role” used for theatrical things]… or you’d see, la característica “characteristic”, el rasgo “trait”, or el aspecto

Using el cariz feels like if you pulled out an obscure word from a thesaurus to make yourself seem smarter because it’s so not commonly used and I have only ever seen it in old things or when people do translations and they mean “aspect” or “characteristic”

When I first saw it, I thought it was el cáliz “chalice” misspelled

FF#17 Fervor

FF#17 Fervor

RATING: M. Which is mature, because, MATURITY and sexy stuff.

Prompt: Impulses

By Leilah Ali


They slipped through the throng, flashing lights and pounding music assaulting their senses from all directions. Oliver had his hood pulled over his head, face obscured from those curious enough to spare them a glance. The underground club teemed with people, strange and dark people, eyelids smeared with black makeup and glitter, clothing teared in various places to appear wild—feral. The crowded room was filled with shadows, alcoves lining the walls covered by curtains so couples seeking privacy could find it easily. The music was hypnotic, mainstream crap be forgotten, it was pulsing and filled with feelings. The masses moved with it. 

Felicity Smoak was not here to dance though, her and Oliver had gotten clue of the new Vertigo, a man who apparently had perfected the drug and altered it according to his will. On the road to his discovery, the Team Arrow already found five victims shaking in fear from it, babbling about men without faces and bats. Another two were trying to jump off roofs, their inhibitions completely gone. She worried as to what else he could do. So now they were in this cesspool of sin—her clothed in a tight skirt, heels, and a terribly revealing shirt (Oliver had said she had to dress the part if she was going to accompany him)—she looked almost like a street walker. Roy was more fit for this job. 

Roy is not here,” she reminded herself. Roy had gone in search of Thea after receiving her slightly morbid note, Oliver had told Diggle no more field work (to the man’s fury), so she had been left alone to pick up the slack. She wasn’t helpless, however. 

Felicity was surreptitiously armed; two small knives were strapped to both thighs, a feat she wouldn’t have thought possible for her since people like Lara Croft and Black Widow usually donned these types of weapons.

She had ordered a bow especially for Oliver, one that could fold in on itself. He had been ecstatic because now the bow could be hidden easily in undercover cases. What Felicity hadn’t told him was that she had watched The Avengers and seen Hawkeye’s weapon do just that and it had inspired her to find one for Oliver. She was sure Oliver wouldn’t be so keen about the bow if he knew Hawkeye had one just like it. So he was armed as well, bow unidentifiable against his back.

They reached the back of the club where one door stood armed by a burly man in a suit. He was wearing sunglasses. Oliver strode up to him. 

“You can’t come in here sir,” the man growled, “you need a pass.”

Felicity chirped from the behind Oliver, “I’m sorry, but, why do bodyguards like you always wear sunglasses? Isn’t it already dark enough in here?” She was actually curious. 

The man looked at Felicity with confusion but was dispatched with a quick blow to the back of the neck. Oliver helped the unconscious man slip easily to the floor, stepping over him to reach the door. They stepped through to see a long and dark hallway extending from the doorway. Oliver gestured for Felicity to stay close to him then holding a finger up to his lips. 

They creeped inside, cautiously tiptoeing down the hall. Doors lined the walkway, each one closed and locked. A door, however, on the far left hand side was open, and voices echoed back to them. Oliver pulled his bow from his back, nocking an arrow in place. Felicity pulled a knife from her thigh, feeling distinctly badass while doing it. 

Oliver whispered, “Just stay behind me please, near the door, I don’t need you getting hurt.”

She whispered back fiercely, “Why did you bring me then?!” If he didn’t think she could handle herself, why was she backing him up at all. 

They inched towards the door. “On three,” Oliver mouthed. He held up his fingers. 

One, Two, Three.

He threw a smoke pellet into the room to the immediate shouts of the occupants, Oliver then ran in, bow taut in his hands. Felicity followed afterward, knife held in front of her. She stopped just shy of the entryway, gazing at the men inside. Three of them were on the floor, hands above their heads in compliance. One had a gun and was pointing it at the Arrow. Vertigo stood in the midst of it all, cool, collected, hands in his pockets just calmly observing the two people before him. His gaze flicked over Felicity and back to Oliver, a smile curled his lip. 

“Vertigo, you have failed this city.” Oliver said, voice deep and resinous. 

Vertigo’s smile just widened. “No, I think it is you, who have failed her.” He nodded towards Felicity. 

Suddenly a burst of light blinded them, then a hissing sound followed. The room began to smell like—like—peppermint, and it burned—her… nose…


She woke up muddled, everything blurry. Her temple throbbed. Music blared around her—where was she? 

Her eyesight cleared. Right, the club. With who? 

She squeezed her eyes shut tight. Oliver. Oliver Queen. She opened them again. Oliver? She saw Oliver on the dancefloor, two skinny brunettes draped around him as his hands roved across their torsos. A rush of anger caused her chest to burn. She stood up, realizing that she had been lying on a sofa in one of those alcoves lining the room. Felicity marched towards Oliver. 

I’m going to tell them to fuck off. Who do they think they are, rubbing up on my man?

Another, tinier voice, in the back of her mind whispered, your man? But she squashed it. 

She reached Oliver, and he turned towards her dreamily, a stupid grin on his face. Completely forgetting the girls he was holding, he let go of them, pulling Felicity into a tight hug. “Felicity!” he yelled with complete joy. “Felicity Smoak! My favorite IT girl.” He pulled away from the hug and all she could think was how warm his hands were against her skin and how nice his lips were from this close and her heart beat like a drum and she could not stop this tingling in her bones. 

“Let’s go,” she nodded towards the alcoves, “I want to show you something.” Felicity didn’t know who’s voice came from her, but it was sultry, and deeper than her normal voice. Oliver’s grin turned into something more predatory, almost wickedly curving his features. 


She led him over to the curtained space, pushing him inside with both her hands. It was like something inside led her movements, fueled the emotions within her, turning them all primal—anger, lust, rage. The curtain fluttered shut behind her. 

Oliver had a hungry glint in his eyes, blue gleaming in the dim light. “What do you want to show me?” he asked huskily. 

Felicity took a step towards him, which was difficult because there was only so much space in the tiny room. She locked gazes with him and slowly took off her shirt, letting it drop to the floor as she revealed the lacy white bra underneath. His eyes widened as he took her in, lingering over the curves of her form. 

It was like the world held its breath in that moment. 

The moment before he closed the space between them, crushing her against him.

Their lips met in a hurry, tongues locked in a furious dance. It was all skin and teeth and heavy breathing, like they just had this one moment, this short second to have eachother, and they planned on having as much as possible. His fingers roamed over her skin, her breasts, teasing the lining of her bra as Felicity let a soft sigh escape her mouth. Felicity unzipped his hoodie and ran her hands over the strong lines of his chest.

He lifted her full up against him and pushed her against the wall, mouth trailing lines of fire up and down her throat. Why is this happening, wait, this isn’t supposed to happen like this. But her thoughts were silenced, when Oliver’s hands pushed her skirt up to her hips, making circuits down and around her thighs. A shiver travelled down her spine. Her fingernails scratched at him, clawing lines down his back. He bit her bottom lip, and she could feel blood welling up from the wound. The pain was intoxicating.

What are you doing? The tiny voice in her mind trilled

His middle finger tugged at the lace of her underwear.


He let his tongue trail up her throat. Her head fell back with a moan.

Remember why you’re here.

The straps of her bra fell from her shoulders, Oliver hurried to unclasp it in the back.


She was gasping his name.

Vertigo did this.

He unclasped her bra, and began to pull it off, mouth poised where the fabric covered her.

“Vertigo!” Felicity gasped. “Oliver, stop.” But he wasn’t listening, instead suckling her, teeth biting at her skin. It felt good. She needed him to stop. “Oliver!” He groaned but ignored her. 

She slapped him, hard, right across the face. He stumbled back in surprise. Felicity hurried to cover herself. “Vertigo! He drugged us!” Oliver looked like he was waking up from a trance. 

“Felicity?” He mumbled. 

“Pull yourself together, this was the drug,” her eyes were bright, and cheeks flushed from the exertion of it all. Suddenly, Oliver seemed to realize what he was doing. His eyes widened and he quickly turned them to the floor. 

“Oh god. Sorry, Felicity, I acted like—, he shook his head, “I’m sorry.”

She put on her shirt. “We never speak of this again.”

He nodded. “Right. Never.”

She hurried away from the alcove, making her way towards the exit, Oliver staring at her as she left. 

But neither could truly forget.

howtocatchatardis  asked:

25 for the prompt list :)

25. “Look I didn’t want to be your partner for this project but I am.”

Jemma was hastily writing down notes as the professor filled the class in on their next assignment. She didn’t want to miss anything. If she got another perfect score than she would continue to be at the top of the class.

“Now,” the professor said closing his notes. “We’re done for the day. So I’ll be announcing the partner’s for the final project.” The professor then began to go through all the last names of student’s in the class.

Jemma listened intently for her name. She never liked group projects. Usually, whoever she was paired with didn’t do any work at all. But Jemma preferred it that way. That way there would be no mistakes.

“Simmons and Fitz.”

Her heart sank and her head whipped around to the other side of the room where the Scottish boy sat. Oh no, not him, anyone but him. Leopold Fitz was her rival for the top spot in the entire academy. He was the only one there as smart as her.

Fitz looked as displeased by this assignment as she did. At least they were in the same boat. He stood to his feet and shoved his books and papers messily into his pack.

Jemma knew he was going to be making his way to her. She stood as well and pulled her bag over a shoulder.
Finally, Fitz stood in front of her shifting from foot to foot. He looked extremely nervous and awkward. “Okay,” he sighed. “I can do all the work and we’ll get an easy A.”

Jemma’s eyebrow’s shot up in surprise. “Excuse me? I believe that’ll be the other way around.”

Now it was Fitz’s turn to look looked taken aback. “Look I didn’t want to be your partner for this project but I am. So just let me handle it.”

Jemma rested her forehead in her palm. This was going to be one hell of a project. “How about this? We do equal work. I can meet you tomorrow and we can figure it out.”
Fitz starred at her for a longtime in deep contemplation. Then he shrugged and gave her a hasty nod. “Tomorrow then.”

Fitz had walked several yards away before Jemma realize they had not agreed upon a time or a place. They had not even exchanged cell phone numbers. “Meet me in the library at nine am?”

He waved a hand in acknowledgement but continued to walk away towards the dinning hall. Fitz clearly didn’t want to make any kind of conversation.

“This is going to 100% suck,” Jemma said to herself before turning to go back to her dorm.

Jemma sat at her usual small square wooden table in the quietest corner of the library. She hoped Fitz would find her. She had not told him where she would be sitting.

It was a quarter after ten when Fitz finally plopped down in the chair across from hers. “You can sure pick an obscure spot,” he grumbled pulling his book from his bag.

“It’ll help us stayed focused.” Jemma was already beginning to feel her irritation levels rising. This boy was so stuck up. “So listen Leopold.”
Fitz’s face screwed up into a cringe. “Please don’t call me that. I prefer Fitz.”

“Okay Fitz,” sighed Jemma. She was doing her very best to give this Scot the benefit of a doubt. “I’ve drawn up some ideas for the project.”

“So have I,” he said pulling a dozen pieces of paper from between the pages of his book.

“Well let’s compare and see if we can meet in the middle.”

Fitz didn’t seem sure but he nodded anyways. He placed his sketches in the middle of the table so that she could see them as well.

As Jemma’s bright brown eyes scanned over the work Fitz had done her jaw dropped slightly. These were exactly if not better than the quality of her own designs. “These are great,” she said taking one to look more closely at the details of his idea. “Especially this one!”She looked up to see Fitz blushing deeply. Had he never been given a compliment before? “I really mean that,” she assured him.

“Thank you… Uh, we should get working on this. I think I have a good idea about the design you seem to like the most. But I just can’t figure out how to connect these two bits without having them explode whenever we turn it on.”

“Well if we recalibrate how much carbon dioxide is released then we should be able to manage.”

For the next several hours Jemma continued to be surprise by Fitz. He spoke her language like no one ever had before. She could hardly hold back her excitement as they discussed their project.

Fitz seemed excited too. He was actually smiling at her and seemed to be enjoying himself. That was certainly new. When ever she saw him he seemed to be brooding and deep in thought.

Once they were done for the day, the two walked out into the quad in order to go to their different dorms. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Jemma said giving Fitz a shy wave as she backed down the sidewalk.

“Yeah,” replied Fitz. “But um, Jemma, it’s dinner time and I was wondering if you’d come with me to the cafeteria.”

Was he asking her on a date? She wasn’t sure if she wanted to encourage him in that way. “Oh I umm.”

“You see I’ve been working on some new devices called D.W.A.R.F.s and to be honest I could use a little help.”

Jemma beamed from ear to ear. “Show me what you’ve got!”

“When we go, we’ll go together.” | Lachesis & Finn - Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

Somehow, this is the first Fire Emblem couple we’ve cosplayed! FE4 is a fantastically melodramatic and heavily 90’s game that has a special place in my heart. We were part of a group for MAGfest, and these two were my favorite couple despite all this game’s… interesting character dynamic choices. I’m so happy we were able to pull together costumes from this obscure, never localized game.

My only real regret? The decision to not do the full 90’s anime floof hair. Maybe next time!

“Mama I’m stuck!!”

She turned around to see Marty entering her room, clad in his superman pajama pants and half his shirt. His arm was stuck up over his head, the cast on his arm preventing the shirt from being pulled down all the way, obscuring his view.

Does this ^^ make sense? I’m not sure this describes the picture I’m seeing in my head… And this stupid description is holding me back from writing on… Lol


I can feel myself being squeezed between
the long myths which keep the muses alive.
So I wait within the cry of mute mouths
and push myself into the rumoured lives.

Your hand pulls me into the obscure shade.
Nocturnal demons shake me from my chains.
You feel the eastern winds closing in from
the valleys, that extend from the cold plains.

And here I lie, suspended in the bed
of a vacant mind which sleeps in the face
of your reckoning, violent and burning.
But the winds wash over the angry chase.

I just want to take cover. This fury
you knew too well wants my essence right now.
But I’ll get lost with a confused crazed laugh
And slip myself in the cracks of your vow.