Prompt: Ravenclaw reader has been receiving gifts from an anonymous sender and after her friend drags her to the second match of the Triwizard Tournament, their identity is revealed.
Word count: 7,305 (sorry I got carried away)
Warnings: Maybe two swear words, other than that nothing
A bouquet of luscious red rose tied together rested against the door frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as your school work fell from your hands. They collided with the floor in an instant creating an echoing crash to follow.
Most cases you would have rushed to pick them up but the gift contained all your attention. Your fingers pressed to the side of your jaw, the palm of your hand covering your mouth to mask the gasp.
You scanned the hallway searching for any form of life. The empty corridor suggested no lead on as to who dropped the surprise off. Although there was a note attached to the clear plastic outer layer.
Bending down at the knees you plucked the thick card from the envelope and flipped it open. Excitement flooded you like a schoolgirl receiving a valentine. Not that this was too far from reality.
You unfolded the card gleefully yearning to see who the sender was. The tilted black cursive reflected opposite to the chicken scratch you had been gifted with the week before. This was neat, almost as if it had come fresh from a typewriter.
The Palace of the Versailles is a central part that housed the French Government.
Most known for its Royalty during the reign of Louis XIV.
Before the revolution, the Versailles included the palace, gardens, a walled-in royal hunting ground, a smaller palatial structure known as the Grand (or Marble) Trianon and an estate used by Marie Antoinette (Louis XVI’s Queen).
i’m not sure if i’m more proud of Tary for being a fkin sneaky bastard and it paying off handsomely you slimy son of a bitch, or of Grog for beating at least 47 different odds conspired against him with nothing but a hammer, and the sheer volume of fucks he does not give
The famous staircase interior of the Royal Armouries (well just one small section of it).
The Royal Armouries in Leeds is one incredible museum of arms and armour. I think it does one excellent job of presenting the objects and stories associated with them in both an educational and entertaining way.
The Royal Armouries is an institution that makes me love museums and today was launched on twitter and Instagram the #ilovemuseums. This is a campaign to help inform local and national government why we love our museums. So if you have a story to tell on your favourite bit of a museum then don’t forget to #tag it #ilovemuseums. Let’s make it a trend on Tumblr too.
He lays me down in his familiar
bed, those cat like eyes are focused on me with such intensity I have to look
away. I’m disappointed when he doesn’t lay down next to me, instead he places
the thick comforter over me and tucks me in, placing a kiss on my forehead. As
he is about to step away I sit up and reach for him, catching his hand in my small
one, blinking up at him childishly.
“Daddy, can’t you stay with me? I
don’t want to be alone,” I feel stupid saying such things, and even embarrassed
for behaving so childishly when I have never acted like this in my life until I
met these guys.
He gives me a small smile, “Daddy
has to finish some work first, then I will come cuddle with you, okay?” I pout
but nod making him bust into a full smile. He wanders away to his desk that is
that is to my left. I scan the large room, the royal blue walls, the dark wood
flooring that is threw out the house, the floor to ceiling windows that is the
only source of light other than for the little lamp on his desk. Facing the
massive windows, in the distance I can see the beach and I feel calmer as I
watch the waves crash on to the shore. But still, my heart races and my chest
is tight with anxiety, I want him lying in bed next to me, regardless of how
long we have known each other I find comfort in his closeness.
I look away from the window to him;
he sits facing the door, which is on the wall to my right, typing on his laptop
and checking the papers in front of. He looks so much older and mature when he
is working, not the cute playful man I normally see. I just watch him, completely
focused on his work.
Or so I thought, “Baby girl, go to
bed.” He says not even looking away from his work.
“What time is it?” I ask, not
moving to lie back down.
“It’s late,” I say mindlessly.
“Yes it is. You have to get up for
school in four hours so you can go with Suho, so you should go to sleep.”
“What time do you go to work?”
He sighs, realizing I’m not going
to listen to him so easily, “I work at 8.”
“So you wake up at 6?”
He just hums in response.
“You should go to bed too. If you
don’t get enough rest you could get sick.”
He chuckles, “Thank you for your
concern but I want to finish this.”
“You’re the boss, just do it later,
come to bed.”
He finally looks up at me with
those eyes that make me tingle, “Why do you want me to come to bed so bad,
baby? You aren’t still scared are you?”
I shake my head, “I want to
“Baby, we can cuddle when I’m
“And a bedtime kiss,” I surprise us
both with the words that come out of my mouth. He quickly shakes the shock off
and tries to play it cool, not wanting to get his hopes up on what I could
“I already gave you a kiss baby.” I
nibble on my lip as I debate on what I should say. His eyes automatically snap
to the movement and soon he begins mimicking the action.
With a deep breath I decide and
say, “I want a different kind, like the one you gave me earlier.”
“Like the one on the couch?”
I nod but see the way his eyebrows
raise and remember to use my words, “Yes Daddy.”
He closes his computer and strolls
over the end of the bed, his hands on the footboard. “Baby are you sure?” I
take in his hot disheveled appearance, his baggy sweatpants and t-shirt and
begin to tingle like I never have before.
Without another word he comes
around to the edge and climbs on the bed. I wait nervously as he crawls over to
me, positioning himself only inches away from me. He leans in slowly, our lips
brush softly at first, but only for a second before I find myself reaching out
and wrapping my arms around his neck. I can’t help but pull him closer, wanting
to feel his body against mine, wanting his warm presence to wash my anxiety
away. We move around so I’m lying flat on my back with him above me, resting on
his forearms so his weight won’t fully rest on me, he finds his way under the
covers with me. I let out a little moan when his hips start to move against
mine like before. Except this time, there is less in the way, making it easy to
feel his hard manhood threw the thin material of his pants.
He surprises me by cupping one of
my breast in his hand, his thumb gently runs across my sensitive nipple making
me moan into our deepening kiss. My fingers lace themselves threw his caramel
colored hair as I lift up my hips and start moving mine with his, earning me a
growl like moan from the man.
“Baby,” He warns as he pulls away,
making me whine. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
“But I don’t want to stop.” I pout
and mumble under my breath, “It feels really good.”
“I’m sorry baby but daddy can only
control himself so much. I can’t do this knowing I can’t go any farther with
you looking like that, moaning underneath me. Knowing I can’t touch you where I
want is fucking hell,” He growls the last few words under his breath as he sits
back on his knees.
I pause for a minute before asking,
“Where do you want to touch me?” I surprise him again with my words, and like
before I can see him trying to push the hope away in his eyes.
“You are too innocent to say such
words. Go to bed baby girl.” He moves to get off the bed but when he sees my
grab my own breasts he stops and stares at me with wide eyes.
“Is it here?” I squeeze them
slightly, that is enough to get my nipples to perk up and be seen threw my silk
“Baby,” He growls warningly.
“Or is it here?” One hand slides
down my body in between my legs and cups my woman hood. “I know I’m young and I
don’t really know how this works and I don’t think I’m ready for sex but
touching is okay.”
He takes a deep breath as he comes
closer to me again, sliding under the covers, “You want me to touch.”
“Yes,” I shyly add in, “and I want
to touch you.” He takes my hands away from my body as he lays me back down,
positioning us the way were before but this time my hands are pinned on either
side of my head.
“I’ll play with you baby but I have
one rule for you.”
“Absolutely no touching yourself. You
have a house full of guys who would jump at the opportunity to just hug you,
they would kill to touch you like I’m going to, ask any of us and we will do
whatever you want. Understand?”
He lets go of my hands as he kisses
me again, not wasting anytime with little pecks, he devours my mouth with his.
My hands go to tangle in his hair again while one of his slips its way under my
tank top, his cold hand leave goose bumps in it’s wake. I let out a soft moan
as his fingers begin gentility playing with my nipple. He starts kissing down
my neck, to my collarbone, to my nipples that are showing threw my shirt.
I stare down at him as he pulls my
top up and right off my body, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Not even
giving me a moment to get nervous about being naked in front of a guy for the
first time his lips find themselves back on my breasts, sucking and nibbling,
leaving love bites all over my chest. My hands go to my mouth to keep me from
“Oh no baby girl, I want them to
hear you. I’ve always wanted to know if they were all in screaming distance,
now is the perfect time to figure it out,” He chuckles as he pulls my hands
away. He leaves my breasts alone, pink and sore from his abuse, and kisses his
way down to the waistband of my shorts. I begin nibbling on my lip as I watch
him hook his fingers on the sides of my shorts, my whole body tingles at the
sight and sensation as he starts pulling them down slowly. Soon they are on the
floor with my top, leaving me completely bare in front of him. I feel the need
to cover myself as he sits back on his heels to really look at me but the
moment my hands start to move his lustful gaze turns angry, freezing me in my
spot. “Don’t you dare try to cover yourself, Daddy wants to see all of you.”
His hands grip my knees gently, his thumbs move in small circles to try and
When he is done taking in my naked
body and the love marks that cover my chest he leans back down, his face in
between my thighs, only inches away from my heat. I moan as he leaves more love
marks on the inside of my thigh, he licks the purple bruise, trying to take the
pain away. My womanhood tingles as he looks up at me, a small smirk on his face
at my already breathlessness.
“Daddy,” I whine as he continues to
kiss and lick everywhere but where I need him.
He chuckles, “What baby, tell me
what you want?”
“Touch me, please,” I beg
“Like this baby?” He asks as he
slides one finger into me and curls it making me clench. I’m surprised when he
groans with me, “Baby girl, you’re so tight.”
“Daddy more!” I moan as my hips
move on their own against his hand for more friction. Without a word he adds
another finger and begins pumping, I didn’t notice him lean in closer and start
sucking on my little button until his hot tongue made contact. I throw my head
back with an embarrassingly high pitched moan, not caring if any of the others
heard us, which I’m pretty sure they did, as he sucks on it like a vacuum.
There is a little knot in my belly that starts to grow as he continues to suck
and pump me for all I’m worth. My hand finds it’s way down to his hair,
tangling my fingers in his locks as the knot continues to tighten, making me
moan louder and louder.
I never thought I would be loud in
bed, I’ve touched myself many times before but I was always quiet and now I’m
realizing it’s probably because Xiumin is a lot more knowledgeable about things
The knot in belly is about to
explode when he suddenly stops, his fingers still buried deep in me, his eyes
locked with mine, “Daddy,” I whine.
“I’ve been good to you baby, it’s
time for you to beg for it,” He teases as he curls his fingers in me.
“Daddy Xiumin,” I grind my hips
against his hand but he uses his free hand to hold my hips down on to the bed.
“I said beg baby,” His tone is firm
and all daddy.
“Pretty please Daddy, can I cum?”
The words sound so dirty yet cute.
“You can do better then that.”
I let out a little yelp when he
adds another finger, stretching me a little more, “Daddy please let your little
girl cum, I promise to be a really good girl for you.”
“You promise baby?”
“Yes daddy, I promise, just please
let me cum!”
He chuckles before returning his
mouth to the little bud, sucking on it harder then he was before. It doesn’t
take long for me to reach orgasm because of Xiumin’s magical fingers and
tongue. I scream out his name as he works me threw my orgasm, making sure I’m
completely spent before he stops. He pulls his fingers out of me and sticks
them in his mouth, sucking all of my juices off before crawling up next to me
and holding my trembling body to his chest.
“Daddy,” I start but he cuts me
“You were so good baby girl, but
it’s time for sleep.” He shushes me.
“But what about you?” I wonder out
loud about his release.
“You owe me baby, we have plenty of
time, and you aren’t going anywhere. So there is no rush, being able to touch
you like, to taste you is enough for me today.” He kisses the top of my head
before tucking me tightly against his chest. “Sleep baby girl, tomorrow you have
to face all of those jealous horny boys.”
“Do you think they heard us?”
He chuckles, “They definitely did.”
I wake up a little later, it’s
still kind of dark out, but the sun is coming up in the distance. I tuck myself
back against Xiumin’s chest, enjoying the warmth he is giving off. I think
about what happened how every many hours ago and blush at how childish I was.
Something about these guys brings out my inner child and as embarrassing I find
it, I could do it without hesitation with them and they seem to like it.
Actually it’s a little more than like, I can tell by the way Xiumin’s hard
pecker presses against my thigh. Thinking back, I feel bad that he didn’t get
anything from it except a hard on.
Something Jihyo told me once passes
threw my head about her favorite way to wake guys up and I decide to take her
advice, since it’s gone so well for me before. Ignoring my own smart-ass
comment, I slide down Xiumin’s body, trying my best not to wake him as I slip
out of his death grip on me. When I’m out of his arms he automatically shifts
to his back, lucky for me, making this a lot easier. I can’t help but have a mischievous grin on
my face as I do to him what he did earlier, hooking my fingers on his pants and
pulling them all the way off. I guess I’m not the only one who went commando
last night. A blush spreads across my face, even though no one could see me
hidden under the covers but now being face to, um, face with the first dick
I’ve ever seen I feel embarrassed.
It’s bigger then I expected and I’m
happy I didn’t let him sleep with me last night, I don’t think I’m ready for
that but this is something I can do. Jihyo had talked enough about it, I’ve
seen videos and read about it, I can do this. With a deep breath I lean closer
and kitty lick the red tip. A small moan leaves Xiumin’s lips. After another
moment I finally convince myself to go for it by taking the whole thing in my
mouth, happy I don’t have a sensitive gag reflex. I pull back slightly before I
start bobbing up and down without a care.
The man under me starts moaning; deep
throaty moans that make me tingle knowing I’m the cause of it. His hips start
moving up, meeting me half way, fucking my mouth like there is no tomorrow, and
to be a little bit of a tease I hold his hips down, like he did to me. He did not like that, not one bit. I’m
surprised when he sits up, pushing the blanket away, reveling my naked body to
him and the cold air. I pause, my mouth full of his cock, and make eye contact
with a very upset, but turned, on kitty.
“Baby,” He nearly growls.
I swirl my tongue around the tip
before I start bobbing again, hopping he won’t be upset after he cums. But I
was wrong, even as I suck him I can feel his intense gaze on me, especially
since I’m still holding his hips down. Though that didn’t stop him from
moaning, but he wasn’t happy that I could make him moan that loud, that I was
in control of him. I can tell he’s close when his fingers go into my hair and
he tries to push me down, to take him deeper into my mouth. I happily oblige. A
few minutes later after very sexy grunts and groans he cums in my mouth, I
swallow without a thought. I finally sit up wiping my face with the back of my
hand, and look up shyly at a very upset Xiumin.
“Baby,” He actually growls this
“Good morning daddy,” I give him a
“Because I felt bad that you didn’t
get anything out of what happened before so I thought I could pay you back. Did
I do bad?” I look down at my hands, embarrassed that I may not have done as
well as I thought I did.
He sighs, “No little one, you did
really, really good. It’s just that you are a baby, you shouldn’t be doing such
dirty things on your own. Where did you get a thought to wake a boy up like
This chapter wasn’t particularly notable with any groundbreaking revelations, but it features a lot of character insights and mostly smaller points to mull over. There’s a rundown of what each of the titans piloted by the warriors are designed for, which is nice to finally know. The only real new plot info we get is the long awaited answer to the whereabouts of the remaining 9th titan.
It’s the volume opener, and I highly suspect from here on out the perspective will continue to be from that of the warriors, especially Reiner. Paradis will be seen again, but probably not from the POV of the Survey Corps and co.
Speaking of Reiner…boy, was that guy made to suffer. Rule of thumb for this series: if a character is receiving a lot of focus suddenly, it means they’re going to be put through the wringer. The likelihood of that only increases if said character also happens to be the author’s favorite at the time.
The chapter is titled “Liar,” which alludes not only to the actions of a few characters here, but also lets you know that certain truths little Reiner tried to cling to as a child were completely false, crumbling right before his eyes.
You know that reaction pic of Bart Simpson gleefully pointing out how you can pinpoint the moment that [insert character]’s heart breaks on screen?
Ymir, challenged by fate, follows a path to freedom.
Around Year 780
Ymir is a beggar in Marley, until a man she doesn’t know takes her in and gives her the name “Ymir”. Ymir and her followers are caught by the Marley Security Forces and is persecuted by them. She is exiled from Marley and is turned into a Pure Titan
**after around 60 years of wandering**
Year 845- The Fall of Shiganshina
In the operation on Paradis to bring down Wall Maria, the Marley warrior Marcel is eaten. The power of the Jaw Titan is transferred. Ymir chooses to stop lying and to live only for herself.
Ymir enters a church of significance to the royal family inside the walls, and overhears a conversation about a girl who is the illegitimate child of a noble family. Ymir learns the girl has been forced to join the Trainee Corps. Joins the 104th Trainee Corps and meets Historia.
Ymir uses the power of the Jaw Titan to protect Historia from the Titans inside Wall Rose. Fearing that Historia will fall into the hands of Marley, she decides to side with Reiner and Bertholdt. Ymir writes Historia a farewell letter…
(Disclaimer: I am not a translator by any means, so mistakes may be present. Please feel free to correct me.)
Warning: Caste system, abuse, swearing, neglect, death, mature themes.
Summary: Clinicians call the sudden stitching of your soulmates emotions and feelings into your own as the ‘Awakening’. On the morning of your 21st birthday, you’re awakened by the scalding pain of heartbreak and a soulmate marking on your lips, seared without touch.
First ascent team, El Capitan, Yosemite. 1964, Tom Frost, Royal Robbins, Chuck Pratt, and Yvon Chouinard
“I failed on a climbing problem eight times before realizing I was climbing as high as I knew I could and then letting go. On my next try I climbed with no thought of failure and reached the top. We cannot know what we can do in advance. The only way to find out is to go all-out trying, thinking only of success.” -Royal Robbins
You turned to Cas, backing him up against the wall. His
royal blue eyes widened at the sudden movement. One moment, he was babbling to you
about how angel blades actually worked. Now, he was between your searing body
and the motel room wall.