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Off-Limits III

Originally posted by yooneroos

Off- Limits III
[Frustrations. │Junoflo]

▽ Off-Limits I▽ Off-Limits II

Sam just finished laying down the second track for his album and was finally getting a well-deserved break between takes. It’d been non-stop since he came in early that morning and he’d been running on absolutely no sleep, three cups of coffee too many, and the sheer will to live. He’d only gotten about halfway down the hall before you pulled him into the other recording studio.

“What in the world are you doing?” he chuckled quietly as you pressed him against the wall, cupping his face, making him look down at you. He licked his lips watching you.

“You have a break right?” you beamed, looking up at him.

“I only have a ten.”

“That’s all you need. Isn’t it?” you smirked, letting your hand brush against his crotch.

Licking his lips he nodded. “I-I can work with ten” he gripped your hips, lifting you up and placing you on the desk. “I can definitely work with ten” he moved your dress up, hooking your panties around his thumb. “I’m not used to you in dresses…I like it…”

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Peter Pevensie x reader Fanfic

A/N: Requested by anon: “can you do a oneshot where Peter and the reader break up and both of them are heartbroken but in the end everything works out? Thank you xx”

Here goes! Thanks for letting me write it!

“Peter, you know I alone am capable of this, and I am qualified to do it. So what gives?”

He turned, pointedly looking at me. “What. Gives. Is that I will not have you blatantly seducing a member of foreign parliament for the sake of information!”

“For the sake of information that you desperately need! To prevent war, Peter! Give me one decent reason despite your own preference of my projected ‘ladylikeness,’ and I will settle.”

“The image of your ‘ladylikeness’ is none of my concern. Aslan knows how often and fondly you operate out of social acceptability.” He moved closer into my space. “Have you considered what will inevitably happen if he trusts your façade? And takes it further than you will to go? Or what happens if he sees through it? That’s instant execution, Y/N!”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take, Peter!”

“It’s one I’m certainly not willing to take.” He started to turn away, ending the argument.

“Well, Peter, I don’t need your permission.”

His turned back straightened. “I beg your pardon?” he whispered lowly as he turned around.

“We have discussed this, Peter. King or not, what we share will not work if I’m treated as your subordinate.”

“We agreed to that when it comes to our personal matters, but this is a matter of country, and I regret to inform you, madam, that I do still make the final decision in regard to that.” His tone was low, dangerous.

“You’re making this personal. It is your personal preference that is making this call, and you know it! You know this is a risk that is well worth while, and that I’m the only one who’s acquainted well enough with the Count to evade suspicion!”

“I’ve made my decision clear, Y/N. It. Is. Final.” His jaw set as his statement ended.

“And I mine,” I shot back.

His expression remained incredibly serious, but his eyes grew sad. “You usurp me, Y/N, and I’ll be forced to handle it formally as thus.”

“I didn’t mean in regard to that. I’m not dull. I know I’m held to the law as everyone else. My decision is that I will return to being your subject alone. I cannot navigate the complexity of whether I am to stand by your side or bow at your feet. I would much rather bow at your feet and know with certainty that is my place.”

“Y/N…” his eyes had lost a great deal of their stoniness, leaving a syrupy warmth that I knew I’d fall back into if I looked too long. My eyes fluttered to the floor, promptly curtsying.

“Have I permission to take my leave?” I inquired, eyes still trained on the ground.

Silence. Heavy silence billowed between us for one beat, two.

“Granted, milady.” His voice held a deep gloom that I willed myself to not think of.

“Your majesty.” I gave my final farewell, turned, and then walked away.

I knew my presence at Cair Paravel would be greatly awkward from that point forward, so I bid Susan, Edmund, and Lucy farewell that afternoon before riding out that evening.

My horse, Nina, was luckily adventurous enough to make the journey in the dark. We took the route along the beach to leave, knowing the sands would to quieter and there would be fewer guards to explain my leaving to.

I wasn’t far up the beach before I saw a silhouetted figure skipping rocks into the ocean. From watching the person’s body language for a moment, I knew who it was. I started to whisper to Nina to turn around when he spotted us.

I knew it was no use trying to get away unseen at that point.

His figure approached with sure footsteps.

I dismounted from Nina and began uneasily shifting from foot to foot.

When he got close enough that his facial features were illuminated, Nina went down on her front knees. I dropped into a curtsy. I couldn’t tell what his expression was, and I reminded myself that I need to stop caring. Or at minimum attempt that feat.

He greeted both of us and summoned us to rise.

When I returned to standing, I noticed him taking my packed bags into account.

“Where are you journeying to this evening?”

Nina looked to me.

“I’m leaving, your highness.”

He nodded solemnly.

His stance shifted “I… sleep wouldn’t find me tonight Y/N.”

I swallowed, willing my throat to not go dry.

I turned to Nina. “Would you be willing to give us a moment?”

She nodded, mane shaking with the gesture.

I refused to let my eyes look up at him.

Once she had trotted a distance out of ear shot, he spoke again.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he paused.

“So have I.”

“I still stand by my extreme unease at the thought of some Count even laying a hand on you, but I am willing to consider our options regarding that plan.”

My eyes snapped up, not believing my ears.

“I will, however, insist on at least three members of highly trained concealed security being in close proximity to you during the mission. And I will be camped in the outskirts of the city, ready to interfere personally if matters turn sour. I know him to be a rather unpredictable man.”

I couldn’t contain my excitement anymore, and I closed the distance between us, embracing him hard, which he instantly returned with warmth. One hand pulling me closer into him, the other nesting in my hair.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“I didn’t mean to question your capacity,” his voice rumbled with my head against his shoulder, “and I’m sorry that I gave that impression. I know you are more than able to carry this out. My concern is the other variables, and I really need you to trust me on that.”

“I do,” I said, quietly but with sureness. “I’m sorry too, Peter. I could have gone about that whole thing from a different stance.”

“You mean too much, Y/N. I can’t… I won’t lose you.”

I nodded against his shoulder, silent tears of gratitude falling. I really didn’t want to leave.
“Your place will always, always be at my side, and mine at yours, as long as you choose it.”  

I brought my chin up to look at him. His hand found my jawline again, tracing gently.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation.

“I love you, Peter.”

“I love you too. I always will.”

anonymous asked:

How would the GoM react to their s/o wanting to have sex for the first time?

i actually received a few requests similar to this, so i’ll be combining them all in one

Aomine Daiki: If Aomine is surprised that you’re the one who suggested to take your relationship with him to the next level first, he doesn’t show it. Instead, the corner of his lips curl up into a smirk, and his eyes take on an almost predatory gleam as he reaches out to hook both arms around your waist.

“You really wanna do it then? Took you long enough…but don’t worry…I’ll make sure you won’t regret this, heh." 

Kise Ryouta: Kise seems slightly startled at first, but his expression quickly turns into one of anticipation. He’d probably receive a kick to the face from Kasamatsu as a result of him mentioning it to his senpai after practice - because his basketball captain really could not care less about what went on in Kise’s love life - and he’d do a surprisingly immense amount of research and asking around for advice in order to not make his first time with you a disaster. 

Midorima Shintarou: Midorima seems more embarrassed than you, quickly looking away, averting his gaze to try and hide his rapidly flushing face from you. He’d readjust his glasses with shaky fingers in an attempt to act nonchalant, but in all honestly it’s all he can do in order to conceal his nervous excitement. 

"I-If that’s what you really want, n-nanodayo…" 

Murasakibara Atsushi: Murasakibara cocks his head to the side questioningly when you admit that you’d like to sleep with him - mistaking the term ‘sleeping with’ for literal sleeping. 

"Ehh? Why do you look so embarrassed, ____-chin? We’ve already slept together plenty of times befo -” He cuts off abruptly with a chip halfway to his lips, eyes wide when he finally realises what your words really mean, and then it’s his turn blush. 

Kuroko Tetsuya: Kuroko’s eyes widen in surprise at your bold request; he’d gently ask you if you were sure, and that he’d be more than willing to wait until you felt that you were absolutely ready. The tips of his ears turn pink when you ask him why he seemed to be reluctant, and he’d admit that it’s because he doesn’t have much experience in the bedroom. 

“I’ll do everything I can to make our first time special, ____-san." 

Akashi Seijurou: Akashi almost splutters on his rice when you casually mention it over dinner, but manages to make it seem as if he’s just clearing his throat, before turning his now almost predatory gaze on you. Reaching out across the table, he covers your hand with his, thumb gently brushing over your knuckles in an act of reassurance. 

“Do you know what that really means, ____?” Lowering his eyes with a small, knowing smile, he answers his own rhetorical question only moments later. “It means you’ll truly be mine.”

Send Up a Prayer

“Resist the devil, and he will flee from you” (James 4:7). Prayer is not only our first line of defense against temptation of any kind, but certainly should be our instant weapon against the unexpected and sudden temptation. There is never a circumstance in life when you cannot send up a prayer to your Heavenly Father, whether it be working in the factory, walking down a busy street, bending over a dying patient, or teaching a class. God always has an ever-ready ear and a willing heart to hear and answer a call for help.

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Six Months Later...

AKA how I would like to find Fitzsimmons at the beginning of Season 4. High T/Light M rating.

The first rays of mornings light streamed through the windows, basking the small bedroom in its golden light.   The room, the master bedroom of a quaint cottage on the outskirts of Perthshire, was nearly empty.  Its aged wood floors littered with wilting rose petals, spent candles, red velvet box, and a trail of clothes leading to the bed.  The lone piece of furniture in the room.  

It was an antique, iron, distressed and chipped as layer upon layer of paint gave way over the years giving it its character.  A bright white fluffy duvet covered the bed with more wilted red rose petals.  A mountain of pillows and thick covers hiding its occupants.  

Leopold Fitz lay in the bed, happier than he could ever remember being in his entire life, simply watching the woman, the love of his life that he held in his arms.  Jemma’s eyes were still closed, fast asleep with the smallest of smiles playing on her lips.  Her bare chest pressed against his own bare side, legs tangled together, her head notched perfectly in the crook of his neck, her hand resting on his chest.   The ring on her finger glittered in the sun’s rays, hundreds of tiny rainbows dotting his chest from it.  

Six months from the fall of Hive and the devastating loss of Lincoln.

Five months from an unforgettable week in the Seychelles their first vacation together where they got the first taste of what life together would be like away from Shield.

Four Months from Daisy disappearing in the dead of night and stories of the rouge vigilante Quake splashing the news a few days later.

Three months from Coulson’s fall, demotion, and the new Director taking over.

Two months from Coulson and Mack taking up the chase, having not returned to the Playground since.   From May assuming her position at the New Directors side.  And from Fitzsimmons questioning what they were doing with the agency they had dedicated their lives too.

One month from Doctor Radcliffe’s offer to come work with him, in his lab, turning their brilliant minds back to discovery, back to helping people, and away from hunting and containing Inhumans.  For a real chance at having a normal life together.  

And he had acted on that.   As soon as Jemma had agreed to follow Fitz to Radcliffe’s lab, just as he had agreed to follow her onto the Bus what seemed like a life time ago.  He’d set the wheels in motion that culminated in his surprise for Jemma last night.  A candlelight picnic in a meadow where he brought a telescope he’d especially built for her.  A carriage through Perthshire as they had dessert and sipped her favorite tea.  The carriage dropping them off at the cottage.  The cottage he had signed the papers on just hours before.  

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Family of Our Own [FanFic | English]

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin (© Isayama Hajime)
Character(s): Levi, Eren Yeager, Petra Ral
Pairing(s): Riren/Ereri
Genre: Slice of life, fluff, angst
Rating: T
Wordcount: 1146
Note: Modern!AU, comatose!Eren AU, Mother’s Day

Summary: Now that they were adults, Eren and Levi had wanted nothing more than to be the anchor for a lonely child to find a place to belong to.

Ereri/Riren Week~ Day Two: Laughter. \(*o*)/
Inspired by this other prompt.

Based on Hikariix’s comatose!Eren AU — see HERE for the series of related stories. Prequel to “March 15th(I should make a list in chronological order, maybe).

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