she's basically made it so that i have to lean forward in the desk chair because she wants to sit in it with me

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 5

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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You were tired and emotionally drained for what felt like the entire next week. With no classes to go to, and a job not available to you, you found yourself in the flat far more in one week than you felt you’d been there in the past month. You didn’t wear pants, drank a lot of hot cocoa, and caught up on way too much Netflix for things to be healthy.

Harry helped you clear everything from your bed – all your notes and textbooks and notebooks and extra papers and quizzes you’d kept to study just in case. He spent three days carefully organizing all of it on your desk and putting papers into folders and putting different textbooks all in order alphabetically.

You knew he was only doing it because he wanted to be near you to watch out for you without suffocating you or asking you if you were okay. You were just exhausted, and even when you walked – which was usually at a purposeful and quick speed that even Harry had to jog to keep up with from time to time – had slowly significantly to a languid and purposeless stroll.

So you allowed him to do his little organizing, stopping every once in a while to read a paper, or flip through the marked and worn pages of your textbooks. It occurred to him the ridiculous and meticulous amount of work you’d put into knowing every little thing, and he wondered if maybe it had just gotten to the point where you’d just started memorizing your textbooks. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever worked this hard in his life. Sure, memorizing scripts or writing songs was difficult, but he always had others to back him up. And you were on your own. Your entire education was on your shoulders.

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Routine Part One (Lin x Fem!Reader)

I AM SO SORRY. I would’ve had this out earlier, but I went on a band trip to Disney World. I thought I would have this done before I left but I wasn’t satisfied with it.

YAY!! MY FIRST CAST FIC!!! Also, just saying this now, I am a sucker for young Lin. Like it’s a big problem.

This is going to be a multiple part thing, so be ready for that. I really hope you guys enjoy this, love you!!

Prompt List//Request Something//Masterlist

(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)

requested: no

Prompts used:

150) It is too early for you to be this loud.

Summary: Reader and Lin have the same routine every day. Go to school, bicker all throughout 1st period, ignore each other for the rest of the day until seventh period where they bicker again, repeat. This keeps happening until one day they have to work together to save the arts program at their school. Their routine is very different after that.

Warnings: high school bullies, teen!lin being a jerk, reader being a jerk, just everyone being a jerk

Words: 1553


Originally posted by purelintrash

You walk into your first period class on a Monday morning during your senior year with a coffee in hand, which is the only thing keeping you from keeling over from exhaustion. You say hello to your English teacher, and sit in the back row like you do everyday. 

You grab your books out of your backpack and lay your head down on the desk, like you did every morning.

And just like every morning. Lin came in singing Les Mis at the top of his lungs which makes the girls in your class swoon. Once upon a time, hearing him sing would have made you do the same thing, but now all it makes you want to do is barf.

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Okay Anon, here it is. Side note: I had definitely wet my panties after writing this. 

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It was well after 11am on a Saturday. Most on-duty members were already well into their shifts and the dauntless compound was buzzing with energy as other members went about their own weekend activities. As a senior member of Dauntless, you had the liberty to take the day off as well, but this Saturday was going to be much different than all the other Saturdays you had experienced before. 

You passed the pit and walked towards the stairs leading to the apartments; you had woken up earlier this morning to talk Tori for the last time before “it” happened, she was still cynical about it but offered you the support you had hoped she would. Not everybody liked Eric tough, straight forward, and dry character, but it was mostly because they just didn’t want to put up with it, unlike you. You were what most people called abrupt and blunt, but hey, you did and said what was necessary, even if it meant “hurting” others. 

You walked up the stairs and headed north towards the leaders’ section, your steps became more confident as you neared his door. You knocked twice before he opened the door with a stern look on his face. 

“Good morning, Eric.” You said as he moved aside to let you in. He closed the door behind you and followed you towards the leaving room. You stood there with your head held high confidently.

“Is there anything you would like to drink?” He said with the same stern face and his hands clasped in front of him.

“No, thanks. I’m fine.” You assured him.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow and waited for your answer.

“Let’s just get to it okay? I trust you with this.” You told him as you looked right into his eyes. 

“Okay, bedroom’s that way,” he motioned towards a door to the right of the living room. 

You turned your back to him and walked towards the door. He followed you in. You looked back at him as he took a sit onto a chair in front of his desk. He was waiting for you to make a move. You kind of appreciated that, he was allowing you to do this in your own pace, at least to some extent. You kicked off your shoes and put them aside. 

You looked up, caught his eyes, and started undressing. Taking off you black jacket and top to reveal your red lace bra, his eyes still locked to yours. You moved your hands lower and unbuttoned your pants, pulling it down to reveal the matching underwear. You folded your clothes and put them on the coffee table.

“I think you should lose the lingerie, it’s easier that way.” Eric said in a monotone voice. 

“Why? Don’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on a bit Eric,” you said jokingly. 

“We’re not here to get turned on Y/N,” he sent you a knowing glance. “I respect you as a potential leader, and admire your bravery, there are not many women in Dauntless who would think so freely about sex,”

“I know right? Like what does a piece of skin between my legs have to do with anything else in my life?” You shrugged as you sat on his bed. 

“Virginity is a stupid concept the old world used to suppress the most basic of human desires. Erudite scientists have already proven it to be as fake and useless as all their other ideas. like fucking democracy…What a joke.” He sounded surprised, as if he couldn’t believe the stupidity of the old world.

“I’m glad you think the same way, I know we don’t get to work together a lot and don’t know much about each other, but I appreciate having you here, as big of a pain in the ass you may be with your stoic posture and behaviour all the time, that’s why I thought to ask you to do this. I knew you’d want to get it over with as much as me.” You waited for a reaction. 

“Okay then, let’s get to business,” He got up and took off his vest. “The lingerie’s got to go Y/N,” 

You reached back and unclasped your bra as he took of his shirt. You couldn’t help but appreciate his body. You took off your panties and waited for him to finish. Once he was naked he turned and looked at you. 

“So I was thinking maybe you could tell me what you want, I’m not used to doing this kind of stuff kindly or you know…”

“Um, I don’t have much or I mean ANY experience doing this so…” You just lowered yourself on the bed and lay on your back, and move up a bit and put your head on a pillow. “Just do what you do with the rest Eric,”

“Are you wet?” He asked as he stood at the bottom of the bed looking at me. He was already semi-hard and rubbing himself to get ready for me. 

“What? No Eric what the fuck?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’ll just slip in easier if you’re wet. It’ll be easier for you too. You’re probably too tight down there already and we’ll need as much help as we can get, we both gotta be ready” He explained pointing at his own dick. His dick was glorious. It was almost 10 inches long and thick, surrounded by dark blonde bush. He kept rubbing it, his eyes were full of animalistic lust and he was getting impatient, but he was in full control of himself, typical Eric. 

“Ah why is this so complicated,” you huffed.

“Don’t tell me you have never masturbated before,” he raised an eyebrow in question. 

“I have Eric BUT…”

“Okay so just lean back and start rubbing your clit,” He said simply.  

You moved your hands towards your pussy, and to your own surprised found a pull of pussy juice ready to be released from behind your pussy lips. You found your clit and pressed on it with two fingers; you looked up at Eric and found him rubbing below his shaft. He was almost hard now. You shut your eyes and started rubbing your clit in circles. The sensation made you bite your lower lip and move your other hand to your nipples. You kept rubbing yourself and rolling your nipples between your fingers. You let out a whimper and opened your eyes. He was looking straight back at you now. With darks eyes and a mean look on his face, rubbing his chest with one hand while continuing to pleasure himself with the other. 

“I need you to come Y/N, your body needs to be relaxed so I can do my job properly,” He commanded.

“Ahhhh…” you moaned.

“I need you to rub yourself with more force Y/N,” he said.

Your fingers sped up and moved the wetness all over your pussy. Your walls started contracting as you bit your lips and swallowed a moan. You pushed your eyes closed and let your body ride out the waves of your orgasm. You opened your eyes as you calmed down and found Eric staring at you with an amused look, his cock still in his hands. 

“I think we can get to work now,” He leapt towards you and moved up the bed on all fours. You turned your face to the side to avoid looking at him and clenched your fists as you started feeling the warmth of his body over you as he moved between your legs. He first lowered his whole body until he had his face in the crook of your neck. You could smell his spicy yet cold scent, and his chest was almost touching your hard nipples.

Your neck was quiet uncomfortable so you decided to turn your neck to the other side, and that was when you caught his eyes trying to readjust yourself on the pillow. You looked right into his eyes and he stared back. Suddenly, you felt something pour down in your belly, and held your breath. 

“Eric I can’t, we shouldn’t. I mean I don’t want to see you when you do it,” You complained.” 

He lift himself using his strong, toned arms. You could see his leadership maze tattoos now. He looked down at you with a stern look and sat back.

“Turn around and lay down on your belly,” He commanded. You looked at him in surprise and gathered yourself after a few seconds. You list your hips and turned around, grabbing the metal headboard.

He pushed your legs together and straddled your back. He was almost sitting on your thighs just below your ass. You could feel his thick cock pressing against your ass.

“I will need to touch you Y/N,” He said. It was almost as if he was asking for your permission. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Eric you’re going to fuck me for God’s sake, of course you can touch me,” you sounded a bit agitated. “You are allowed to touch me, yes.”

And with that he grabbed your hips and raised your ass towards his crotch. He started kneading your chicks in his hands, moving one hand up your spine to hold a shoulder. He used his other hand to move your ass chicks aside so he could access your pussy and touched you with his fingers. He played with the entrance of your vagina and got a bit of your pussy juice on his fingers. Then he moved his hands to his dick and rubbed his dick again, using your cum as a lubricant.  

“Here we go,” he said as he put his tip on your entrance and used his hands to guide him forward. His dick burned through your entrance and stretched your small hole, he did not hesitate to go all the way in a swift thrust forward past your barrier, and then stayed still. You curled your toes and bit into the pillow under your face to hide a scream. His grip on your shoulder tightened as he moved a bit back and then forward full force. You could swear you heard his balls slap your thighs.

“Ah shitttt…” You heard him hiss as he started to continue his movement in and out of your pussy. You were stinging down there and could feel his balls hit your thighs as he moved himself within you. Eric was losing his shit over your tight pussy. His breath was ragged and he was kneading your ass with his free hand, you knew he would leave bruises there. 

You started to moan as you got used to his consistent movement. “Mhmm fuck, Eric,” you said as you lift your head up and arched your back. Suddenly, his hand moved away form your shoulder and grabbed your neck and pushed you forward into the pillow. He sped up his movement and started slapping your butt with his other hand. You could hear him groan and rumble with every thrust. “Ah shit, fuck,” you couldn’t think about anything anymore.

The only thing you could see was your own hand clinging to the bed frame, the only sounds you could hear were his groans and the bed rocking. You were sweating. He grabbed your hair and wrapped it around his wrist and turned your head to the side. He lowered his torso just enough to see your face. He wasn’t good at communicating during sex, so he was checking to see if you were alright. After reassuring himself, he turned your face towards the bed frame and held his grip on your neck. 

He pumped in and out of you like a rabbit from behind with both his legs on either side of you. Your own legs were stuck together with sweat and you could feel his every single movement, in and out of your tight pussy, up and down your thighs. He was moving at the speed of light. In and out, in and out, in and out. 

You felt your pussy starting to clench around his cock as a knot formed in your lower stomach. Your pussy walls started to stroke his cock, and he muttered swear words under his breath. You were loosing your vision as he fucked your brains into oblivion with each thrust. He started to thrusting with his whole body as he neared his own climax.

You felt like losing your mind as your pussy started to clench almost non-stop around his thick dick. You were panting and biting your lips as you got closer to your orgasm, he kept up his fast pace, not caring at all about anything but driving his dick into your warm, wet pussy. You let out a short scream as your cum gushed out of your pussy, and rode out your orgasm with his dick still pumping you. You let go of your body and he grabbed both your hips and pulled your ass towards him with each thrust. His thrusts became shorter and faster and he pushed his nails into your hips as he came with loud, animalistic grunts. 

He stayed silent and still for a few moments before pulling out of you slowly and pulling himself up. You rest your head on his pillow and relaxed. You heard his bathroom door open and close, and then a faucet opening. He came out after a few minutes, you could hear him put on his clothes so you turned and lied on your back. 

He moved  to the side of the bed and bent down, with his hands on his knees. Then he moved his right hand down towards your thighs and pushed your left leg open. He moved further down the bed and examines your pussy. 

He noticed streams of blood and cum all over your pussy. He looked up into your eyes with a joyful but predatory look in his own, and smiled with satisfaction.

“Your cherry has definitely been popped Y/N.” 

Study Buddy (Jaemin Scenario)

↳ characters: Jaemin x reader

↳ genre: Fluff

↳ word count: 1,425

↳ summary: [request] hello!!! can i request a thing abt u and jaemin where u volunteer @ the library on the same day every week nd one week jaemin happens comes in to study while ur volunteering nd uhm yea! u can go wherever u want w it tbh + thank you for writing!!! i love your jaemin posts!!!

↳ author’s note: first of all im so sorry this took forever (as most my posts do) im just one admin and my writing sucks lol, also i had testing this week and was super stressed but I thank you massively for waiting and for showing my jaemin posts love!! It means the world to me that you enjoy my writing and love NaNa as well :”)) please tell me your thoughts on this imagine once you’ve read it! I’d really appreciate~ also side note: The song You & Me by Kisum reminds me of Jaemin cause its so cute like him, I love him so much okay sorry.

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The King Is Back Part Two

Title: The King Is Back Part Two

Catch up on Part One here: xxxxx

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Mary, Cas, Crowley

Word Count: 1,650

Warning: Talks of death and trying to figure out they’re going to do

A/N: Enjoy! Let me know if you want to be tagged in part three!


“I…Dean…I’m pregnant.”

Mary’s hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. Sam’s eyes went wide as the words settled in. Cas closed his eyes letting his head fall back. Dean just stared at you. And you, you broke down and sobbed.

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Sounds Like A Cheat

I got this prompt through and it made me open a new file:

Owen believes Amelia is cheating on him. Any timeline, can be true or not. :o)

Canon, it takes place sometime in the near future and covers a span of a few weeks, and Amelia has come back home to Owen. I have no idea how this is going to go down as I don’t write much angst but here it is…

WARNING: language you’ve all seen, heard and spoken I’m sure

Click, click, click

That is the continuous clicking of a pen in Amelia’s hand right now. We’re in the middle of a meeting and I can see her thumb going up and down, up and down, in time with the clicks she’s creating. The sound has gone unnoticed to most in the meeting but to the few of us that have accidentally tuned our ears into the continuous click click click, all eyes are on her.

I expect her to be looking directly at me, staring me down under a lustful gaze and hooded brow like she used to, but when I try to make eye contact with her her eyes are distracted and darting to anything that they can find including the pen, her pad of paper, Bailey, the desk, her chair swinging from side-to-side.

Alex Karev speaks up about the issue being raised and suddenly she stops. She stops everything- the darting eyes, the expression of disinterest, the gnawing of her lips, the swinging of her chair and the relentless clicking of that fucking pen.

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Are You Sure?

Hello!

Summary: Everyone in the school thinks that Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester are a thing, but no matter what happens they always manage to dodge the question. What will it take for them to just admit it? hmm…maybe… a ring? perhaps? observant students really throw a spanner in the works, don’t they? Phan teacher au. Danisnotonfire x Amazingphil

So I really like the teacher au. I don’t know why. I just do, so I decided to write one! Yay!

Disclaimer: nope. Don’t own ‘em.

Hope you enjoy!

Words: 2941

Phan status: together

Warnings: very mild swearing, OOC-ness.

Dan POV

“And this is how you can see that most modern philosophers don’t just come up with their own theories, but they shape and mold other philosophers work – they modernize it and continue to question our existence” I said animatedly to the already-packed-up class.

With the exception of one or two people, everyone looked bored out of their minds. I chuckled to myself. “Alright, ten minutes left and you all look like something out of the Walking Dead. You can chat amongst yourselves.”

With that, the volume of the classroom heightened gradually as all the students began to talk. I smiled as I retreated to my wheely desk chair – it wasn’t that long ago that I was in their place, wishing school had never been invented.

My phone dinged rather loudly as I got a text from my boyfriend, Phil;

How’s class going? Fancy a lunch date? Xx - PL

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She’s No Angel (Part 3)

Originally posted by trashwilldo

A/N: Just don’t get between a girl and her food.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Running. That’s what you were doing. You had to run so you wouldn’t be dragged as he stomped down the hall. Holding the data pad tight to your chest, you focused on your breathing. Even though you didn’t look it, you weren’t as fit as you used to be. Back in the academy, you were one of the top players on two varsity sports teams. You thought about how ridiculous those uniforms were. The shorts were always rising. Mid-thought and Kylo Ren’s grip tightened, lifting you off the ground a little. A turn of the corner and you were in his “office”. Once in, the door shut behind you. Catching your breath you observed there was only one chair and it was behind his desk. ‘Guess I have to stand.’ “Don’t be so lazy consultant.” He spoke while sitting in his chair. You tentatively took a step forward to begin.

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Requested by the stunning and always lovely @togreblog who sent this request so long ago it is 100% reasonable to think she may have forgotten she did it at all 😂 

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Rowan knew when he was talented at something. He excelled in the art of war, was a superb fighter, a strong magic user, and an exceptional lover.

Rowan also knew that his knowledge of cooking was… limited at best.

If it was foods from the wildlife like roasted duck or snacks made from rare reeds he could make you a feast that would make you forget that you were anywhere but the most lavish of restaurants. Rowan had the survival knowledge that meant none of his soldiers - or himself - starved while fighting a war. But although he knew how to care for a whole regimen, keep anyone away from the brink of starvation, he did not know how to make Chocolate-Hazelnut cake.

And Gods save them all if he didn’t figure it out soon.

His mate was practically radiating fire from her office in their palace in Orynth. It had been a very frustrating day and everything he normally did to calm her down or placate her wasn’t working. He had nibbled at her ears to distract her, tried to take over from her, sent Lysandra in with gossip and scones, but nothing could get her out of her foul mood. Rowan didn’t blame her, he would also be furious if there were lords still refusing to give him his crown after saving the whole world from utter destruction in a perilous war, and he hated the situation she was in as much as she did. The only difference between the two is that he’s had three hundred years to learn how to deal with unexpected pain and turmoil, and his Fireheart had yet to learn that particular skill. Rowan hoped that she never would, because that would mean that she hadn’t suffered enough pain to.

Rowan was stuck on how to make her feel better. He had just finished a patrol, where he was inspecting the guards to guarantee their skill, when he saw the statue of Aelin that a craftsman has insisted he erect after the war. It was his queen, in all her blazing glory, in as much detail as the artist could muster. It was truely beautiful - nearly as much as the real woman. The flames of his state made him reminisce on all the antics she’d caused with her flames. It made him think all the way back to Mistward when they had just started training. Then, he remembered a time when a simple cake had given her such joy after having to deal with his monstrosity of an ex-lover. And if there was anything that was able to make Aelin as made as these lords were, it was one of his ex-lovers. That was it - that was how he was going to make her feel better.

So he sent the cadre away to do his work for him, ordered Aedion to summon Elide and deal with the few lords that were still hesitant with the powerhouse that is Aelin Whitethorn Ashryver Galathynius and her reign, and then he stalked into the kitchen ready to make the best Gods-damned cake of the century.

The cooks, who were washing up after lunch, stopped what they were doing to bow to him in respect. Rowan had told them not to do it, especially when they did it multiple times a day, but it seemed like it was a habit none of them were going to break anytime soon.

“If you could all leave, I would be very appreciative.” He said in a low voice. They nodded quickly and left their dishes in the full sinks. He could’ve asked them how to make a cake, but he was pretty sure he had the basics down. And besides, maybe if he made it Aelin would feel better just because it had come from him.

He started by getting all the ingredients out - well at least what he thought the ingredients were. He lied them all out on the stone bench and then made an approximation of how much he thought he would need of each one. He mixed them together, put them in a pan and put them in the woodfire oven.

He sat there for an hour, Aelin’s thoughts flowing freely through their bond. She had been this distraught all day, and as much as Rowan wanted to run to her and tuck her safely into him he knew the most possible way to make her feel better was to get her this damn cake. This damn cake that was taking forever to bake.

Rowan inspected it closer, it hadn’t changed a bit, and that’s when he realised he had been so distracted by Aelin’s thoughts that he hadn’t set the fire that would heat the oven. His cake had been sitting in an unlit oven, and it had taken him an hour to notice. He sighed inwardly, and lit the matches to light the oven. He was a true idiot sometimes, more often than he would like to admit, and it was always when he was too distracted by his wife. Whether it was her stunning blue and gold eyes, her blonde hair he liked to wrap his hands in, the smooth curve of her breasts, the spot just below her earlobe that if you kissed undid her, the -

Stop. He needed to stop.

He could definitely see the cake baking now, and with no small amount of smugness, saw that it looked far more appetising that what Aelin had given him all those months ago. Just thinking about the cake she made for him in Mistward and its foul taste made him gag. He ate nearly the whole thing though - even then he loved her so much he would do anything for her. Back then, just him taking a small bite of the cake brought a brightness to her that was too far few and in between for his liking. His Fireheart. His love. His mate.

When he thought it was cooked to satisfaction he used his wind magic to pull it out. That way he didn’t have to bother finding the mits the cooks used, and he cooled down the cake enough so that it was ready to be eaten.

He didn’t bother with icing or any fancy decoration - he just put it on a plate with a knife and fork and swept it up to take it to Aelin.

She was still seething in her office. When he opened the door, he saw that she had her head resting on the table and her arms splayed around her. Her hair was messy, and her green dress was crumpled. She looked up at the sound of his entrance, and her focus snapped onto the plate in his hands.

“What’s that?” She breathed. Her eyes had gone so wide he could see a full ring of white around her irises.

“It’s the love of my life’s favourite cake.” Her reaction made him smile tenderly. Her fists had clenched and it was clear she was trying to refrain from snatching it out of his hands.

“Where did you get it?” She said slowly.

“I made it. I know you’re having a bad day, and-“

She interrupted his answer by launching herself at him. He nearly dropped the cake, but it held it in one hand while his other arm firmly wrapped tightly around her waist to lift her as she kissed him.

“I love you I love you I love you,” she said between peppering kisses all over his face.

“Well are you going to eat it then?” He teased.

He eased her down with a sweet kiss to her lips and as soon as her toes hit the floor she plucked the cake from his hand and went back to sit in her chair. She put in on the desk in front of her - crumbs already littering the spread out papers - and leaned in to smell the cake.

“It smells delectable.” She sighed happily. She looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips. “Thank you, Rowan. I don’t know how you remembered it was my favourite-”

“Of course I remember! I doubt I will ever forget the time you made me eat that piece of sh-”

“Well I doubt yours is any better!” She scoffed playfully. She eyed it again, a smile playing on her lips. “How do I know this isn’t just revenge from when I served you a cake that I’d made? It could just smell deceptively good and then when I bite into it be so rancid it makes my stomach turn.”

“I would never dream of something so sinister, Fireheart.” He laughed. He approached her from behind and bent over so he was half draped over her chair. “At least not when it comes to you.”

“Rowan - I…” She pulled her hands away from the cake and reached up so she could hold tightly onto his hands that were clutching the back of her chair.

“Yes?”

“I am so grateful, and it’s moments like this where my love for you hits me hardest… but I feel sick to my stomach, I don’t know if I can eat it. It’s wonderful though, truely. I just can’t stop thinking about…” She shuddered hard at the thoughts of the lords denying her her crown.

“Stop thinking about it, Fireheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Just eat the damn cake.”

She tilted her head to capture him in a kiss. “As you say.” She kissed him once more before turning back to the cake on her desk.

She picked up her fork and greedily ate into it. “Oh Gods,” she moaned. “This is way better than mine. I hate you for that, but I also love you for it.”

She had eaten, not that she would admit it, nearly three quarters of the cake before she offered him any. “Did you want a taste?” She said as sweetly as she could with a mouth full of food.

“I wouldn’t mind one,” He snickered.  

Aelin cut off a piece and held the fork up to his mouth. “Did I mention I love you?” She asked.

“It’s never something I’ll say no to hearing.” He joked before swallowing the bite she held up.

As the taste entered his mouth, the absolutely putrid taste of dry cake, he choked and spat it out on the table. “What in the God’s name was that?!”

Aelin giggled and danced away from the table and him. “It seems my true calling is to be an actress. Maybe that’s what I’ll do if I can’t be Queen!”

Rowan scooped up the remnants of the cake, one hundred percent ready to throw the awful thing out. He then decided against it - it had been a while since he’d given Fenrys a gift, and he looked forward to seeing him try this ‘delectable’ cake.

“I can’t believe you ate so much of that. It was disgusting!” Rowan exclaimed.

Aelin was still prancing around the room, breathless with laughter, and didn’t stop until she had made her way back into Rowan’s arms. She didn’t stop dancing though, and simply pulled in the front of his shirt until he was swaying around with her.

“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever eaten.” She happily confessed.

“I’ll make sure to never cook for you again.” He grumbled - albeit, also happily.

Even if his cake had tasted like the streets of the slums in Rifhold, it had still achieved its only goal - to make Aelin happy again.

Stripped Cravings [Part 3 / ?]

Alternate Universe Series (Stripped)

[ Read Part One | Part Two ]

Pairing: Fake-Boyfriend!Steve x Reader

Characters [in order of appearance]: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, and Brief Mention of Other Characters.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Strong Sexual Reference, Use of Alcohol, Suggestive Character Occupation, and Suggestive Themes.

Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: I am thoroughly enthralled with this series and I hope you guys really enjoy this part. Also, I recommend having a listen to Starving by Hailee Steinfield & Grey ft. Zedd, while reading this… x. T

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Argo Tea Café, Manhattan, New York  |  1:24 P.M

 

           You sat across from Wanda in the small shop, sipping on your steaming coffee from Starbucks. The past few days had returned back to normal and you had resumed your normal lunch outings with Wanda and staying late at the office for your boss. You and Wanda were on lunchbreak, going the usual route of stopping by Starbucks for you to grab a coffee and then settling at this café for a small lunch—catering to Wanda’s vegan lifestyle.

           Wanda poked at her chickpea salad with her fork and sighed, “T’Chakka is starting to let people go at the office and I’m not exactly in his good graces like you are.” Her gaze flickered up from her food to where you sat across from her.

           “Wanda,” you reassured, “I promise you don’t have to worry about being laid off. T’Chakka has always been knowledgeable about who’s good for the company and who isn’t. You get your shit done at the end of the day and that’s what matters.”

           The brunette smiled and laughed softly, sitting back in her chair and glancing around the bustling café. She shook her head and pointed her fork at you, “You make everything sound so much better than it is. Anyway, I want to know about Stripper Steve. What’s he been up to?”

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So Basically, I fucking suck. I haven’t really been writing my whole school break because I really just needed to mellow out and focus on other stuff, but this is my (Late) christmas piece, inspired by and idea that came from @hellyeahtitans67


“Superboy,” Jon heard Damian’s voice in his ear, but the sounds of the wind almost made it impossible to hear. “We have a situation.”

“I have a family emergency right now, Damian, I’ll have to sit this one out.” He said as he flew as fast as he could to Smallville.

“Is everything alright?”

“I sure hope so.” The super teen mumbled into his com. He saw the hospital coming into view, and he landed as discretely as he could behind a few trees. He quickly stripped off his hoodie and let it fall without a care, sprinting into the hospital.

“Excuse me, young man, there is no running-“

Jon ignored the woman at the desk and continued running down the hall in the emergency wing. He could hear people shouting behind him, but he could also hear his dad somewhere ahead and followed the sounds of his breathing, his heartbeat.

Please, oh please, oh please

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How Potions Create Great Chemistry

For the Makorra Summer Project.

Summary: Korra’s failing Potions and there’s only one student who can help her. The only problem is that they hate each other. Hogwarts AU

A/N: Ok so after one month of studying the Harry Potter Wiki like the Bible, suffering half a dozen bouts of writer’s block and constantly re-reading, rearranging and cutting out entire chunks of story, I’ve finally produced this almost 8000 word monstrosity. This was mostly inspired by the various HP/Krew fanarts floating around (Specifically from kaiayame). But I hope you guys enjoy my labor of love and that it will provide a magical reading experience! (sorry that was awful but I’m in a cheezy mood right now)


“Why on earth do I have to do this evil subject for my OWLs?” Korra muttered, rubbing her temples while staring at the gibberish written in her Potions textbook.

Her friend Asami chuckled in amusement. “Well don’t blame me, blame Hogwarts for making it mandatory. Besides, you’re the one who wants to become an Auror after you graduate and Potions is required at NEWT level.”

Korra rolled her eyes and aggressively shut the book, shoving it away from her. “I know that, but it still doesn’t help.”

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“Six” pt 7: At the Dark End of the Street

With Steve and Bucky in tow, you travel to meet an old associate. New information about your past comes to light. Finding yourselves exhausted and stuck in France, you crash at a safe house for the evening, and things with Steve take in intense turn…

Spinoff of the Mayday Series

Captain America x Reader

Warnings: Violence, language, feels, fluff, FINALLY A LOVE SCENE WOOHOO!!!

It didn’t take long to get to Paris, since we were already in northern France. We landed in a practically deserted air field. Wade had called someone, Dan most likely, on the way there, and there was a nondescript tan hatchback waiting for us when we arrived.


I eyed Deadpool. I was nothing if not cautious and suspicious. “How do I know we can trust you?”


He picked up his swords and climbed out of the jet. “Honey, you shot me in the head. If anyone should have a lack of trust here, it should be me.


“How did you survive that? I know I didn’t miss. You were dead. I checked.” I followed him out.


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dreamcatchersdaughter  asked:

17, 31 for winteriron please and thank you? ^^

”Fuck,*stares at links about booktalks. Still has no idea how to even start*

*shrugs and comes back to prompts*

This is some kind of modern-AU, I don’t even know, here you go. It of course turned out hella long because apparently I am REALLY BAD AT MAKING SHORT DRABBLES.

17. “Why are you staring at me?”

31. “I’m sorry I ended up falling for you.”

—–

Bucky still couldn’t understand how Steve had ended up befriending the owner and CEO of Stark Industries. Guy was kind of an asshole, and not always in the somewhat endearing way. He thought a lot of himself, found amusement in other people’s stuggles to keep up with his so-called genius, and was dismissive of other people’s ideas.

Still. It put Bucky at the top of the list for SI’s new bio-tech. He only had to wait three months after getting shipped back home minus an arm to start going to appointments to get the prosthetic.

Bucky hated it. Hated the doctors that kept poking and prodding and asking him “Do you feel that?” or “What is your pain levels?”

His pain levels were it fucking hurts all the time thanks.

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Ailurophile--a Levihan fanfic/drabble thing

First thing posted to this account, finally. If you’re reading this at freewritingturtle, you would do well to unfollow that one and follow this one. Fair warning, friends!

Ailurophile—a cat lover

Levi is plenty used to Hanji basically disappearing for days on end when she finds a new project or discovery to immerse herself into. What he isn’t used to, however, is her basically disappearing for days on end without her telling anyone, not even Moblit, what’s going on.

Also unusual is the fact that she’s locking herself in her room rather than her lab, is showering regularly, and doesn’t need anyone to remind her about mealtimes—which is when she harasses the cooks for scraps of meat, usually fish. And when she isn’t in her room (she still attends the daily drills and checks up on whatever research or experiments she’s conducting), she seems to be taking special care to avoid Mike.

On the fifth day of this idiocy, Levi decides he’s had enough. That night, he digs out his key to her room, goes down the hall, and without knocking or otherwise alerting her to his presence at all, opens the door, just in time to see Hanji leap from her desk and make a crash landing on the bed. Of course.

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Hail to the Chief (Part One)

Summary: President Samuel Winchester is the 44th President of the United States. He is the youngest president to ever take office at the young age of thirty seven. Congress if actually working with him. His brother is the Secretary of Defense, his best friend the head of the Secret Service. Everything is looking great for President Winchester. Except that something is wrong. His staff members are being picked off, one by one.

Can love remain true in the worst of scandals?

Words: 2328

Warnings: None… yet.

Author’s note: Thank you to the amazing @demondean-for-kingofhell for the idea for the AU and to @winchester-writes and @kazchester-fanfiction for being my greatest cheerleaders! I hope you both love how you guys fit into the story! @bovaria, please forgive me. 

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“It is my great honor and privilege to introduce the Chief Justice of the United States, Mr. Chuck Shurley!”

“Are you prepared to take the oath, Senator?”

“I am.”

“I, Samuel Winchester, do solemnly swear.”

“I, Samuel Winchester, do solemnly swear.”

“That I will execute the office of President of the United States faithfully.”

“That I will execute the office of President of the United States faithfully.”

“And will, to the best of my ability.”

“And will, to the best of my ability.”

“Preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

“Preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

“So help you, God?”

“So help me, God.”

“Congratulations, Mr. President.”

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The Deal

Oh my Gold I adopted a fic. What have I done!!?!

So, a bit more than year ago, @endangeredslug started a fic in which Mr. Gold is a ruthless business man who stole Moe’s business. I adopted this fic, which she said is much more my MO than hers (she said that even back then when I reblogged the first part, thirsty for more). Oh god, I’m so excited for this thing… I WROTE SOME RUMBELLE FIC, GUYS! Also, you have no idea how grateful I am that Sluggy gave me this thing. Because I love it.

Okay, this is probably more a @grumplevonstiltskin fic than a dearie, but who cares. I’m reposting the first 2 chapters written by Sluggy here, along with the third chapter, which is the first written by me (all clarities cleared? Good xD)

Summary: A shocking discovery for Belle and an outrageous offer from Gold.

Rating: NC-17/Explicit (probably Mature for now, but… yeah, at some point, the rating will change)


Chapter 1

“Don’t move,” the voice whispered harshly in his ear as the cool, sharp blade of a knife flicked against his throat. Gold stood still, not wanting to risk a slip-up.

He opened his mouth to speak but the knife pressed further into his neck.

“Not one word. Don’t move a hair on that pretty head of yours and you won’t live to regret it.“

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job hunting;

swarming0 prompted: Felix & Sarah dare Delphine to call for phone sex and Delphine does. She doesn’t expect a cute charming girl’s voice, who talks way too fast and doesn’t seem to be able to stop talking about biology & science. She sees her out in the real world and immediately they both recognize each other’s voices. Turns out, it was Cos’s first call and she got fired right after. Shouldn’t take weird job on Craigslist

Delphine’s not quite sure what she expected from such a venture, but what she does not expect is the charming voice oozing from the other line. She might have expected dull or interested, even, but this woman, register crackling through the receiver, she sounds captivating. Her words are mixed in with conjunctions – like, um, but – and she sounds so very laid back. Beside Delphine, Sarah is choking with laughter into Felix’s shoulder, her own shaking with each burst of sound. He can’t breathe – neither can she, it seems – as Delphine puts the phone on speaker.

“So,” the woman on the other end says, oozing with confidence, “what’s your name?”

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anonymous asked:

Eighteen months after your Bratva AU? Please?

(The Bratva AU. You might want to read that first.)

Felicity always loves being summoned to Oliver’s office. It’s a deliberate show of power, a move calculated to remind her of just how many cards he holds. His office is a symbol of his wealth and connections—the numerous advantages he has, even beyond his status within the Bratva.

It’s a pointed act, meant to show just how much control over her he has.

And he only bothers with that when she’s about to get something she wants.

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