small black bag

Enchantment spell - Strength Ring

Okay so this is a spell for enchanting a ring to give you mental strength every time you wear it!

You will need;

  • a ring - I used an opalite ring for strength and removing energy blockages
  • a small black organza bag - black to absorb all negative energies and keep you strong
  • salt (you can use sea salt, but I used the Dead Sea Protection Salt from Witch Casket) - to protect you from any negativity 
  • basil - to steady the mind and to ward off negative energy
  • thyme - for strength, inner calm and balance
  • parsley - for strength and vitality
  • sage - for strength and courage
  • a bay leaf - for protection
  • moon water - for cleansing and strengthening the energy and magick!

Method;

  1. Mix all the dry ingredients into your organza bag
  2. Add the ring
  3. Close the bag and shake, channeling the physical energy into the spell
  4. Take the ring out of the bag and cleanse in moon water
  5. For extra oomph, charge the ring under moonlight for one night

Wear the ring when you feel weak and it will give you the strength you need! You may also carry around the charm bag to intensify the effects!

bts// you wanting to try anal play

requested :)

jin 

you had been thinking about it for a long time. always loving the thought of it. but you never ssaid anything to jin about it. you didn’t think he was into the sort of stuff. he was pretty vanilla about some things.

but one day, when you came home from work, you were surprised to see jin waiting for you on the couch with a big smirk. he would tell you to sit down beside him as he handed you a small black bag. you would look into the bag, your jaw droppin gas you saw a blue butt plug.

“do you not like it jagi?”

“no i love it, it’s just tha-”

“good. now lets go the bedroom and i’ll please you all night long with it.” 

Originally posted by fawnave

suga

he would come to you with the idea, already having the the small butt plug in his hand. since you’ve never tried it before, you would say no to the plug but yes to his fingers. the first time you guys used his finger, you couldn’t lie, it was fucking amazing. 

so, the next time you guys fucked, you let him use the small plug. he smothered the plug down with lube and slowly started to slide it into your ass. it hurt at first, it being slightly bigger than his fingers. but, his praising made you feel some type of comfort. when he started to move it slightly, a moan of pleasure escaped your mouth. letting him and you know that your new thing was anal play.

“jagi you look so good like this.” 

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

jhope

you came to him with the idea, not sure how he would react. but as soon as the words left your mouth his eyes lit up and a small smirk grew on his face. 

“if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get baby.” he would say lowly before grabbing your hand and taking you to the bedroom, wanting to try it right away.

since you’ve done it before with your other partners, it wouldn’t really hurt as much. he would lube his cock with layers of the substance before pressign his cock right onto your hole. “this is going to feel sooo good jagi.” was the last thing he said before pushing into you, both of your moans circling into the room simutaniously. 

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

rap monster

tbh, it would happen a few times after you guys started to have sex. both of you would soo into the idea. he would use everything on you, his fingers, his cock, butt plugs, vibrators. he loved seeing things in your puckered hole. he would always make sure you were okay though before continuing to haveing the best sex in your life. 

 i think he would even tease you in public. like he would make you wear anal beads when you guys went out to dinner with the boys. he love seeing oyu squirm around in your seat. he would live off the feeling of knowing that you were getting pleasured and no one was even touching you.

“it feels good huh kitten?”

Originally posted by chimcheroo

jimin

when you came to him with the idea, he would be slightly embarrassed. he would want to try it on you, and for oyu to try it on him. you loving it when he’s the dom, but also loving it when he’s the sub, you agreed to everything.

the next day, both of you went to the sex shop to pick out your butt plugs. you could see jimin’s hard cock through his jeans as soon as you told him you were going to pick them out. both of you couldn’t wait ot try them out as soon as you got home.  

i think since it would be the first time for both of you, you guys would take it slow, only using your fingers at first. when both of you thought that you were streched enough, you would then use the butt plugs you picked out that day. using them would cause you guys to have the best sex in your entire lifes. after the first few times though, you guys would take the advantage of buying more things and using them all the time. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

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i think he would come to you with the idea. he would have always been turned on of the thought of playing with your puckered hole. when you would agree to anal play, his eyes would imediately fill with lust. he couldn’t wait to pleasure you.

i think he would tease you a lot when guys actually did it. he would also like to see how big of a plug you could fit in your hle so i think he would go out and buy a bigger butt plug every one in a while. you would also love the feeling of having of your holes filled.

“ahh tae, i feel so full.”

“mh, it feels really good doesnt it?”

“ah, it feels so go- good.” 

Originally posted by jjks

jungkook

i think you would go to him with the idea. he would be a bit confused at first ngl, he is pretty young still so, i don’t think he would have ever done it before. you guys would try it sooner or later though. i think he would only use his fingers or hand on you at first. i don’t see him being into anal that much, but he would still love to do it with you. he would love to pleasure you in anyway. he also loves the sound of your moans. 

after a few months though, i think he would reallllyyy get into it. like he would buy you anal beads, butt plugs, and anything you asked for. he would love seeing a butt plug in your hole. 

“you look so pretty kitten.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Fixated

Request: “Babe I need a newt x reader based off “that my wife”, maybe him admiring her in the midst of a conversation or whatever? Idk whatever you come up with!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: implied smut

Most often, he awoke to the blissful sounds of your deep breathing, accompanied of course with subtle sounds of effort. He had come to expect the little squeaks, the huffs of exertion and the sound of annoyed tittering. Newt was not at all surprised to be welcomed to the sight of the Niffler fussing with the diamond on your finger, its tiny hands trying to pull the ring from you without waking you. At least the bugger was respectful enough to display some sort of manners – or maybe he was just a weathered thief who knew it was easier to keep his treasures if no one knew they were missing. But Newt would have always noticed whether you were wearing your ring or not, since you always seemed to twirl it as a habit; a fidget that he wished you would never overcome.

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Kinky Night (Jaehyun)

anon said: Smut with Jaehyun please. Jaehyun’s back from performing abroad and he’s brought you a little present, lingerie. you’re more than happy to oblige and give him what he wants but you’ve also bought a few surprises, a pair of handcuffs and blindfolds. your both eager to get it on in an ‘extra special’ way tonight. Feel free to play with any other fetish or kink. maybe ice play, breath control and overstimulation. what can I say I have a wild imagination lol. Peace!~~ 

author: admin ni ayeee

word count: 2,834 (i got a little carried away, so not sorry :) )

genre: kink smut for ya nasties

a/n: luv ur request marry me (again the “sex” is referring to ya naughty parts lmaooooo)

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Birthday Girl

Dan x reader

Request- Anon:  Can you write a smut were dan gets the reader something special for their birth day, like a sex toy or something kinky idk, and they play around with it please and thank you

Warnings- smut, swearing

sorry that i took forever to write this, dear anon. Sorry it’s bad lol

request more things guysss

~unedited~

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You open your eyes and you’re greeted with (your boyfriend) Dan’s peaceful face. You yawn and adjust your position slightly, the movement causing Dan’s sleepy eyes to flutter open.

“Happy birthday, y/n.” Dan mumbles whilst pulling you into his chest.

It’s nice to know his first thoughts of the day were about you.

You move closer to him and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. A comfortable silence settles over the room once again before three knocks erupt from the door.

“Yep.” You yell, moving to sit up, Dan coming up with you.

“Happy Birthday, y/n!” Phil tells you enthusiastically, a smile covering his face and a tray of breakfast in his hands.

“Thanks Phil!” You reply, smiling as well.

He sets the tray on your lap and steps towards the door.

“Got any plans today?” He asks.

“Well, my mum wants to see me, but that’s it.” You tell him. He nods and points a thumb behind him to the lounge.

“So do you both want to watch a movie later?“

Both you and Dan nod, Phil smiles and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. You look down at your food and start to eat. Dan attempts to take sneaky bites of your pancakes, but fails. It just results to you feeding him and spilling syrup down his chin which you both laughed at.

“So, I have a few presents for you.” Dan starts, a cheeky smirk painting itself onto his face. “You get two now, and the others tonight.” You nod and set the empty tray on the bedside table.

“Also I’m taking you to dinner.” He says as he gets out of bed and makes his way to his wardrobe.

“Dan this is very unnecessary.” You tell him. You loved when Dan was cheeses, but dinner with him usually ended up with him teasing you.

“I know, but the second present you are getting is for me as well.” He admits, “And dinner goes with it.”

You sigh and shake your head, causing him to laugh as he returns to you with a small black paper bag. He pulls out a small wrapped box and hands it to you. You tear the paper back and open the box.

“Oh my God, Dan.” You gasp, taking the bracelet from the box and attaching it around your wrist. It was black material braided in a pretty way that attached with a silver clasp that had rainbow edges. “Thank you so much it’s amazing.”

Dan knew you don’t like fancy jewelry as the just make you anxious and afraid you would break them. So this was a perfect middle.

“No problem, princess.” He replies, kissing your temple. “Now for your second present, I need you to lay down and close your eyes.”

You do as he says and feel him take the duvet off of your legs and hear him take something from the black paper bag. You feel him hovering over you and move your shorts and panties down your legs. He spreads your legs and runs a finger over folds before pushing into you, causing you to moan. He covers your lips with his and kisses you roughly, making your more and more aroused as he adds another finger, then another. He thrusted his fingers at a quick pace, bringing you to the edge before removing his fingers from you. You whine into the kiss and open your eyes.

“Eyes closed, love.” Dan tells you and you sigh, closing your eyes. You feel something cold press against you, an odd contrast to your burning core. Dan pushes the vibrator into you and pulls your panties and shorts back up your legs.

“Alright y/n, time to get ready.” Dan says, ignoring that he just put a vibrator inside you.

“Dan the fuck is this?” You ask, moving your hips into the bed and moaning as the device moves inside you.

“Don’t wear anything to fancy, the restaurant we are eating at later isn’t bad. I know you don’t like extravagant places.” He says, turning to you. “But, you have to wear a skirt or shorts and no panties.” He tells you.

“Why should I listen to-” You moan loudly as the device inside you starts vibrating at an high rate, stopping after a few seconds.

“That’s why. Do as I say and you won’t be teased as much today. But if you disobey me… He moves closer to you, pulling you off of the bed and close to his tall frame. “You won’t like the consequences, princess.” He moves away from you and starts to his wardrobe, pulling on some skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. You groan and move to get dressed. As Dan moves to the door, he turns the vibrator back on at the lowest setting, causing you to stop in your tracks and bite your lip to hold in a quiet moan. You turn to look at Dan, expecting him to turn it off again, but you are met with a smirk.

“And remember my rules. You don’t get to cum unless I say so.” He smiles at you and leaves the room. The hum of the vibrator sending small waves of pleasure through you as you feel it start to go faster.

You finish getting ready and head to the lounge where you are met with Dan and Phil on the couch with your favourite movie waiting to be played. You sit down next to Dan, but as you sit the toy was pushed in further a bit, causing a quiet moan to escape your mouth that Phil thankfully didn’t hear. Dan, however, did. He looks over at you, pulls you into his side with an arm around your shoulders, and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small remote and turns of the toy, pushing the remote back into his pocket.

The movie was, to your enjoyment, completely voided of teasing from Dan. You managed to stay in the same position, not moving much at all as to minimize the chance of the device moving inside you.

After the movie, You and Dan leave to your mum’s to visit her, making it there with little teasing. Dan knows from experience not to try anything around your family, so nothing happened. It was a good day so far, but once 5 p.m.

Dinner was filled with Dan turning the vibrator all the up and making you order food for yourself. It was Dan moving his hand up your thigh and pushing the vibrator into you until finally in the cab he turned it off.

You both enter your room when Dan tells you to sit on the bed before pulling out that black paper bag. He takes out a set of ropes, a gag, and a blindfold before pushing out back on the bed.

“Time the best present, birthday girl.”

Lingerie On Hold

Alo! Based on this post: https://illesty.tumblr.com/post/159294806401/klance-sickfic-prompt-spicy-night (And yes I still suck in linking stuff and shit and shut up, let me live) aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand….that’s it. 

Content: Lance in lingerie? Klance. Modern Au. They are fiances bc I say so. Sick fic. Sick Lance. 

This is for you, so like take it, burn it, I dunno @kaxpha​ hope you like it tho!! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. Prompt doesn’t belong to me. 


Three days.

Lance has three days to prepare the most romantic evening until Keith gets back from his business trip and celebrate their anniversary.

He has everything planned out and the brunet is quite pleased with it, the plan being creative and romantic at the same time, the perfect combination if he say so himself.

Spicy. He forgot spicy. That’s the bonus.

Lance hums happily along the song in the background as he taps his foot against the floor and keeps writing on the small notebook on the coffee table.

He writes something and then erases. He re-writes over some of the already written words and even add some more at the end of a few sentences with another pen with a different color.

The list is a mess, but it’s so detailed that Lance can’t wait to try it out and bring it to life.

With one last hum, Lance spares a quick glance to the clock in his cellphone screen and grins excitedly as he realizes that his video call with Keith is about to begin.

He opens his laptop and not two second later, his webcam light comes to life and he has an incoming call.

Lance smile widens as he accepts the call.

“Hi, mi amor!”


Two days.

That’s how long he has to put his plan in place.

Lance makes a small excited dance when he thinks about it as he walks down the aisle of tin cans, reaching for the tomato sauce before walking further down.

He grips his notebook tight as he reads through it. The list Hunk gave him for grocery shopping was simple enough, and his best friend knew him well enough to know what brand he would like and still be the tastier one out there.

Lance puts a small cross at the end of the Tomato Sauce’s section on the notebook before he moves towards the pasta aisle.

He taps his fingers in thought as he stares at the two options before him.

There’s the spaghetti, penne, fusilli and farfalle pasta. The names make him frown in confusion and he pouts when he realizes Hunk didn’t specified what kind of pasta was better for the recipe.

With a shrug, Lance picks a box of each of them.


One day.

One day until Keith comes home and Lance has everything ready.

‘Well’, He thinks as he looks down at the check list on his notebook, ‘Almost everything.’

The only thing remaining unchecked was the Spicy Clothes 4 The Night (side note: make it purple.)

Lance grins to himself as he sees his own note before he tucks in the small paper into his pants and grabs his keys, ready to hit the mall.

He knows just the store to buy what he needs.


Today is the day.

Lance groans against his pillow as the pounding in his head increases when he tries to open his eyes and the sun’s rays hit him straight in the face.

His shirt is wet and sticky against his chest, his nose is stuffed, his eyes won’t open entirely and his muscles feel like jelly. His bones ache, his stomach is rolling unpleasantly at the slightest touch and his breath is hoarse and shallow.

A shower, he decides. He just needs a shower and he will be new as good.

After a one hour shower Lance realizes he was not good as new.

He wasn’t even good as ‘used’ merchandise.

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nahrky  asked:

a prompt for ya! hartwin AU (different first meeting) where harry is forced to fly economy on a mission - bonus if there's a merlin being complained at - and he sits next to eggsy who is flying for the first time (prob with daisy and michelle but they're in a different row?) 😊

“Are you serious, Merlin?” Harry asked under his breath as he looked at the plane ticket currently in his hand. “Is this because of cartajena? Because I already apologized for that, you petty bitch,” Harry reminded him. 

“Oh, shut up you overpriced peacock,” Merlin grunted, though he sounded far too smug for Harry’s taste. “It’s just one flight. You’ll be fine.” 

“Merlin, I have reports to file, how the fuck do you expect me to do that sitting in between one or two people who are most likely going to squeeze me to death considering how tiny those damn seats are. I also haven’t had a wink of sleep in over twenty four hours, and you know I can’t sleep when-”

“Galahad, you can do the reports when you get here, and you’ll sleep when you’re dead. Now, shut up and enjoy your flight. Think of it as a sociological experiment,” Merlin suggested happily. 

“Mild torture, you mean,” Harry quipped back, knowing that there was no arguing that would get him out of sitting in the smack middle of economy class. 

For a second, he contemplated filing a complaint just to get on Merlin’s ass, but he knew doing something like that would only create the perception that he was the poshest most obnoxious snob of the whole lot of privileged Kingsman agents, which he was not thank you very fucking much. He didn’t even make it into the top 3, and he intended to keep it that way. 

He did not want to incur the wrath of the tech department anymore than he already had. They were still cleaning up after his last mission where, admittedly, he had overdone it a tiny little bit with the explosives. 

He had gotten the job done, though, so he wasn’t exactly sure why they would still be after his blood. He had also already had to buy thousands of dollar worth of scotch for them as an apology so he considered that debt settled. 

Some of them, i.e. Merlin, disagreed. Hence why he was now sitting on the left side of the plane in the economy class with his legs crossed, his knees pressed against the seat in front of him. 

He didn’t want to be overtly dramatic, but he was starting to feel claustrophobic, if he was honest. 

His increasingly desperate thoughts came to a screeching halt, however, when a gorgeous young man, no older than twenty five, stopped next to his seat, looking up at the number for a few seconds before nodding to himself. He opened he overhead compartment and threw in a small, black bag before unceremoniously sitting down next to Harry. 

On a different occasion, Harry would have bristled at the fact that the young man had a)not turned to even look at him and b) had not deigned to issue a greeting. However, he figured he could excuse the boy’s appalling manners given that he seemed to be looking around the plane as if looking for someone - well that and he was clearly uneasy about something. 

Harry stared at him for a few more seconds, cataloguing and analyzing everything about him from his appearance and body language. Suddenly he smiled to himself and cleared his throat. “First time flying?” Harry asked gently, his tone an octave lower than intended. 

The young man whipped around to face him, almost hitting Harry in the process. “Oh, sorry! I, yeah, first… time,” he said, his sentence dying off in his lips as he finally took in the sight of the man sitting next to him. 

The young man licked his lips, his eyes wide as saucers as he looked at the older gentleman up and down unabashedly. He had broad shoulders and a well defined frame, his sharp glasses making his face look slightly intimidating while his chocolate eyes made the boy’s knees weak. And those legs… even squeezed into the sardine can that was economy, the young man could tell that the posh looking bloke had legs a mile wide. 

Basically the posh prick was a wet dream walking and Eggsy couldn’t help but just enjoy the view. 

“I didn’t know people like ya flew in economy,” Eggsy blurted out before he could think better of it, his brain still having a hard time catching up as too much of his blood was currently pooling in his nether areas. 

Harry raised a brow but chuckled, the young man’s obvious interest not lost on him. “I will admit I don’t generally fly in economy, but I figured I needed to reconnect with the masses,” Harry joked drily, feeling his heart skipped a beat when the boy laughed, his eyes bright and happy. 

“And you even come with a sense of humor, honestly unfair,” The blond bit out, giving Harry a mesmerizing smile. 

“What’s your name, young man?” Harry asked after a few seconds, forcing himself not to let his eyes stray to the boy’s lips for too long. 

“Eggsy. My friends call me Eggsy,” he breathed out, unaware that he was inching closer and closer by the second. 

“Well that’s one I haven’t heard before. My name is Harry Hart,” Harry said pleasantly, his eyes once again straying to the young man’s lips. “Tell me, do you live in London, Eggsy?” 

“Why, you gonna ask me out or something?” Eggsy teased, a small part of him hoping against hope. 

He already knew that men like Harry did not get involved with the likes of him. He might be up for a quick fuck, or even a few fucks, but men like this one didn’t stay. It wasn’t in their nature to. Most people didn’t marry below their strata. 

And why the bleeding fuck was he thinking about marriage in the first place?

“As a  matter of fact, I am,” Harry said, unblinking. 

Eggsy gaped. “Wut?” 

“You are a gorgeous man, and I would very much like to take you for coffee - if you’re amenable, that is,” Harry amended, a small, hopeful smile playing on his lips, as if he would be the lucky one if Eggsy said yes and not the other way around. 

Eggsy gaped again. “Bruv, are you sure you wanna go out with me? I’m not- you know,” 

“You’re not what?” Harry said, his brow furrowed. “interested? You don’t have to say-”

“No, I am!” Eggy corrected quickly, placing his hand on the man’s surprisingly strong bicep. “I meant I’m not posh like ya.” 

The man rolled his eyes. “And I’m not young like you, so should I be asking the same silly questions?” 

Eggsy’s eyes twinkled. “You’re used to getting what you want aren’t ya, luv?” Eggsy teased, the world around them all but forgotten. 

“Is that a yes. then?” Harry smiled, that mouthwatering smile that made Eggsy want to drag the man into the bathroom so he could drop to his knees and see if Harry looked as good naked as he did dressed. 

Eggsy chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the man on the cheek, unsure as to why he was feeling so daring today. “Yes, Harry.” 

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Therapist!Negan x Reader

A/N: So this a continuation of the Therapy piece that I did for a challenge. I think there will be one more part after this. I had a super long day, so when I re-read this I was doubting myself a lot so rather than delete & rewrite I’m just gonna post it. I have nooo idea what’s going to happen in part 3 - ideas are always welcome! - forgive me, my brain hurts right now. Hope you enjoy it lovelies! I appreciate all your reblogs/comments/likes!

Tags: SMUT - TW: attempted sexual assault, suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship 

|| Masterlist || Part 1 || 

Originally posted by holyjeffreydeanmorgan

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Tick, tock, tick, tock….

You felt as though the pendulum was knocking against each side of your skull. You rubbed your temples together trying to shake off the growing headache creeping up from the back of your neck. The stress from your awful morning passed into your evening, and you couldn’t bring yourself to maintain a proper conversation since your mind had other pressing matters that were distracting you.  

You have been continuing your therapy with Negan. Each session would start the same, with the two of you silently studying one another for a few minutes until someone finally broke the ice.

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anonymous asked:

Since we saw Juggie punch someone in the promo, could you write a fic where Juggie gets in a fight and Betty heals his wounds?

I’ll give it a go sure thing!
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His knuckles were bleeding and he could hardly see out of his left eye, the swelling making it difficult to even blink. He had nowhere to go,The party still carrying on at Archie’s, and Pops already closed for the night. He continued to wander the streets of Riverdale, Glancing at his phone, it read 1:43, his birthday was over and his heart felt heavy.

It had been a nice gesture and it had all started out harmless enough, the blue and gold themed birthday party Betty had thrown him was thoughtful and quiet, he could still remember her softly singing him Happy Birthday as she held up the Hamburger shaped birthday cake, his new and old friends watching and clapping as he blew out the candles.

Then it all went to shit. And it was all thanks to Cheryl Blossom, the red headed child of Satan. no one asked her to come, no one asked her to invite the entire Riverdale Sophomore class and absolutely no one asked her to invite Chuck Clayton, resident asshole and douchebag to all. Jughead had plans to ignore the prick, that was until he started in on Ethel.

Ethel Muggs family was going through similar hardships Jughead had experienced just years ago and he genuinely felt for her. Chuck Clayton however, did not. Chuck had been vial, calling her homeless trash, a cowards daughter. One thing led to another and Jughead had Chucks blood on his hands and the dark skinned boys knuckle indents on his face.

Betty had tried to break up the fight, innocent and tipsy she had screamed at Chuck and attempted to defend her boyfriend, Jughead was far too gone for that though, he winced at his memories, he could really be an idiot sometimes.

As Betty was defending Jughead he was screaming at the blonde, publically breaking up with her, telling her she wasn’t who he thought she was, calling her a poser, a drunk. God he was an idiot, he freaked out, tensed up under the pressure. He could just call her, go back to the party, sneak her away into a room. Talk about it, that’s what they did. Talk. But no, he was the coward. He didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes.

“Jughead?!”

He froze in his spot. Holy shit.

“Jughead?! Where are you?” The familiar voice called again from somewhere behind him.

Whipping around and rounding the corner, he came face to face with a tear stained, messy ponytail Betty Cooper. She stopped abruptly, her hands clutching some small black bag.

“Jughead” she whispered, her shoulders slumping in relief. Grabbing his wrist quickly she pulled him over to sit on one of the park benches it was directly underneath a harsh street lamp.

“Betty?” He asked as she dug in the little black bag. She didn’t look up just continued digging before pulling out a cue tip and some form of clear cream, suddenly she was pressing down gently on his eye, the stinging making him wince

“I’m sorry” she whispered, placing two slender fingers on the bruise. She then moved on to his knuckles, she finally glanced up at him quickly

“This is going to hurt the most.”

He nodded slowly.

She dabbed his hand with the alcohol wipe and he hissed audibly, quickly she grabbed his hand and blew gently

“I had to disinfect it, I know it stings.” As she wrapped his knuckles with the white gauze he cleared his throat

“Betty I…”

She cut him off, her voice tired and weak

“I get it Jughead, okay? You don’t have to tell me again, I’m not what you want. It’s okay.”
He saw the lone tear drop on his pant leg.

He didn’t know you could physically feel your heart break until today, Jughead slowly gripped her chin, bringing her face to his as she finished taping his knuckles with her shaky fingers.

“I’m an idiot, the biggest idiot in the world. I didn’t mean what I said, any of it.”

Betty opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head and continued

“I was angry, at everyone. My adrenaline, I don’t know, it’s no excuse but I need you to know, I didn’t mean any of it. You were the last person I should have taken my anger out on, after everything you did. You’re amazing, the best girlfriend, and I… I don’t want to lose you. You’re everything I want.” He felt his own voice grow thick with emotion at the thought of losing her.

Betty looked hesitant but nodded slowly, her hand dropping to hold his, she winced slightly. ever observant, Jughead noticed and pulled her fiery red palm to his face

“Woah, what happened here.” He questioned sigh concern. Betty blushed slightly
“I may have slapped Chuck, it’s a long story. It’s my turn to apologize. I got too caught up in it all. Caught up in Veronica, in Archie. It was your birthday, I should’ve been there for you. I’m so sorry Juggie. She dropped her forehead to his.
Shaking his head Jughead pulled her in for a quick kiss

“Have you heard of the after birthday, birthday?” He whispered close to her ear. He felt her smile against him and shake her head. “Oh it’s an age old tradition, the day after someone’s birthday the birthday boy, which is me, gets to pick someone to lay around, watch Netflix and eat burgers with, you’ve really never heard of it?” He pulled away and acted mock shocked.

Betty giggled shaking her head exaggeratedly

“What does one have to do to get this honor bestowed upon them?” She asked in a serious tone.

Jughead grabbed the little first aid kit and tucked her hand into his.

“She simply has to be Betty Cooper, worlds best girlfriend.”

Betty giggled excitedly “hey! That’s me!”

Jughead dropped a kiss to the side of her head

“Yeah Juliet, that’s you.”

Just Ask - Part 5

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I’m at a coffee shop, taking full advantage of their free internet to queue these up, aahhhh I hate moving and being Internet-less. 

This one is for you @nathalieruaudel! You beautiful french macaroon you ❤️

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Fanfiction - Broken Crown 3.7

Previously

Broken Crown

3.7

The feeling of cold fabric under my battered body was so blissful, I let out a small moan. Willie had been relentless in our training and I was proud to recognize I almost held my own against him for a while. Almost.  

Roughly a week had passed since the bomb exploded in Edinburgh – a couple of wounded hadn’t been able to resist the serious third degree burns and internal bleedings, quickly joining the death count. The police had finally finished the inquiry, concluded it to be a terrorist attack of sorts, but none of the usual suspects – namely ISIS – had come forward to claim the authorship. In the absence of a culprit, fear crept in, occupying the void as a festering parasite. When you don’t know what to fear, you tend to fear everything.

A quick knock sounded on my bedroom door. I sighed and dragged myself to open it, expecting to see Willie’s gentle eyes, worried that he had been too hard on me. I could use an ice pack.

“May I come in?” Jamie asked solemnly, as I gaped at him. His skin had acquired a tone close to cinnamon, after many sessions in the solarium. As if the breeze had blown through me, I vividly remembered the smell of his skin, under his jaw, where blood throbbed so close to the surface.

“Of course.” I stood aside, allowing him in. My room was pretty much a monk cell - except for the comfortable mattress and fluffy coverlets -, composed of basic furniture and without any sort of decorations. The only visible object was the biography of Claire Randall, which I already knew by heart – her life was now mine.

“I came to say goodbye.” He said softly, his eyes avoiding mine, as he examined a piece of fluff on the floorboards. “My vacation time is over, so I’m expected back at Leoch tomorrow.”

“How was Greece?” I said jokingly, but felt a tight knot forming on my throat. The idea of being in the safe house without him made me queasy.

Intriguing.” Jamie smiled. “I met the strangest lass. I’m hoping to meet her again.”

“Oh.” I said, mildly embarrassed, in spite of his mischievous tone. “You’ll see me soon enough, I believe.”

“Aye.” He moved to sit on my bed and waved his hand, inviting me to do the same. I forced myself not to notice that we were both sitting in bed together, his knee almost touching mine. “But, ye ken, the next time ye’ll see me I’ll be a different man, Claire. I might have to say and do some unpleasant things, things ye dinna agree with. Ye may not like me very much then. And we’ll have to pretend to never had met before.”

“I’ll be another person too.” I agreed, my voice wavering. “We both have parts to play and I know that.”

“Good.” He nodded, his fingers – nails short, a small scar in the shape of a crescent moon on his index finger - gently brushing the cover of my bed, just a whisper away from my own fingertips. “I hope ye can remember the man that I am then, Sassenach.” The barely disguised longing and hope in his voice almost undid me.

“When you took me to the hotsprings,” I said haltingly. “You showed me that I could keep both me and my alias within and not lose something – something precious to me. You pushed me when I needed to be pushed and cared for me like a friend.” I swallowed hard, his eyes locked with mine. “You made me angry when I needed to feel something, anything – you gave me something I could use. You never lied, even when you couldn’t tell me the truth.” I gave him a tender smile. “That is the man I’ll remember. I’ll keep him safe with me, if you ever need to conjure him. I’ll keep you, Jamie.”

“Thank ye.” He said with a husky voice, and closed his eyes, looking heartbreakingly vulnerable. “I have something for ye.”

From his pocket he drew out a small black velvet bag, which he handed to me. Inside it I discovered a necklace of baroque pearls, cold but strangely alive against my palm, as if they had been trapped inside a shell all along, just recovered from fresh water.

“If ye ever need to talk to me somewhere safe,” He explained, as I examined the pearls, fascinated. “Wear this at Leoch and I’ll find a way to contact ye. I’ll find ye, Claire.”

I nodded silently, gulping to swallow the tears that I sensed were too close to emerge, liberated by the thoughtfulness of his gesture, by the warmth in his eyes. Jamie got up and, bending over me in benediction, kissed my forehead.

“I wish we had met before.” He whispered against my hair, so I couldn’t read his face. “In a life where I could talk to ye about my home, Lallybroch. About the antics at RAF and the lads I used to call my friends. Where we could go fencing and maybe I’d be brave enough to kiss ye at yer door, looking sae lovely with yer hair curling in the moonlight.”

Jamie walked to the door and opened it. I couldn’t say for sure he was still there, if he still heard me when I whispered back. “I would have liked that.”

2012.11

Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3 this month

1. When a Tree Dreams by Omi_Ohmy [M, 51.1k]

Directly after the war, Harry is left lost and full of questions about his life. Slowly over the summer, and with the help of friends, he works out what will make him happy - or even who. 

2. In Loco Parentis by Phoenixstrike [E, 46.7k]

Five years ago Draco Malfoy and his wife were kidnapped, and nothing has been heard or seen of the pair since. It’s been so long that Draco is presumed dead. Harry dotes on Draco’s son, Scorpius, with whom he has been living. But when it turns out Malfoy isn’t quite as dead as everyone assumed, Harry’s life is turned upside-down. 

3. This Charming Man by @thusspakekate [E, 40.2k]

Harry doesn’t understand how he’s supposed to learn the genteel art of pureblood etiquette from the rudest arsehole he’s ever known. 
H/D Career Fair 2012

4. The Rules of War by @wellhalesbells [E, 40.1k]

After having his tentative advance rebuffed, Harry has been Imperius-ing Draco into having a relationship with him. He’s needed to make the curse stronger and stronger, the more he wants – desire, sex, love, marriage, baby. However, when Draco falls pregnant, the power of the curse starts diminishing, no matter what Harry tries. What happens when the curse finally fails?
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5. The Princess Thief by @olimakiella [E, 31.3k]

Wednesday morning, 10:00 a.m., Musée du Louvre; the open exhibit of Leonardo da Vinci is suffused with smoke. Sully Wing Security has shut down the La Chapelle Exhibition Hall and ushered the public out, holding them on the ground floor. Security is praised when the smoke clears and everything is still in place. Crisis averted. Later, when they notice the young man on the security cameras exiting through the Pyramid with a casual grace and a small black canvas bag, they call the Police Nationale… 

6. It Was We Who Were The Cliché (But We Carried On Anyway) by @dracomalfoyofficial [M, 31k]

When the reconciled Black sisters go on holiday together, Andromeda entrusts Draco, rather than Harry, with five year old Teddy Lupin for three weeks. Harry is convinced she made the wrong choice, and he decides the way to fix this is simply to keep turning up at the manor and refusing to leave Draco alone. 
H/D Smoochfest 2012

7. Normal is the Wachtchword by lamerezouille [G, 29.9k]

This story is about love and family and yes, maybe it’s not supposed to be about Jamie exactly, but Draco and Harry are very stubborn and Jamie’s just a kid, you can’t expect him to completely extract himself from a story he’s actually living, right? 

8. The Haunting of Draco Malfoy by Omi_Ohmy [E, 27.3k]

After the War, there are many new ghosts, lost and uncertain, and Draco Malfoy has become a Peacebringer, working hard to help these and any other troubled ghosts move on. Draco finds himself stuck in a Gothic mystery of his own when a recently missing Potter appears, spectral and silent, at Malfoy Manor. 
H/D Career Fair 2012

9. Breaking Boundaries by @mab-speaks [E, 26k]

Harry is nearly 40 years old and intimacy is something he’s never really known. He teams up with Freudian Analyst!Draco to work out what’s been holding him back. He discovers himself and finds a new lease on life in the process. 
H/D Career Fair 2012

10. Shutter by CariadWinter & Dark_Labyrinth [E, 24.8k]

An unexpected travelling companion leads to an unexpected outcome. 
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Beautiful- Steve Rogers x Reader

Request//Anon: Could I please request a story? Steve Rogers x reader where reader doesn’t think of herself pretty/attractive but finds Steve’s sketch book that is filled with beautiful drawing of her (not in a creepy way tho) and she cries because of them and Steve finds her and just fluff like so much fluff

A/N: Remember to always be confident guys, rock what you’ve got because all of you are fucking gorgeous human beings! Xx :)

“Hey you almost ready hon?” Steve called from the hallway outside your room. 

“Yeah um, just give me a sec,” you yelled back, catching a glimpse of him in the hall, adjusting his tie in the mirror, as you passed by your doorway. You smiled to yourself as you turned towards your mirror, an expression that quickly fell away when faced with your reflection. You were in a simple modest black dress, nothing too fancy, but still nice, yet you still were plagued with a sinking feeling that it somehow didn’t look right on you. You tried pulling it down a bit, then up, but nothing helped, it just didn’t look quite good enough. 

You smoothed down the bottom and did a half turn to look at the back. You remembered buying it, loving the way it flowed and swirled around your legs when you spun, but now you found your self hating how it looked. You rubbed your eyes, you just wanted this night to be perfect, Steve had picked out a nice restaurant and you were looking forward to a night out, just the two of you.

You didn’t really have any other outfit choices, so despite the sudden dip in your confidence you just decided it was best to grab your purse and go, you didn’t want to miss the reservation after all, and standing in front of this mirror wasn’t making you feel any better.

You walked hurriedly towards your nightstand, quickly grabbing your small black bag, but as you spun on your heel to go, you realized you’d accidentally knocked Steve’s sketch book onto the floor. You bent swiftly to pick it up, but paused once it was in your hands. The rough leather bound journal had fallen open to a random page that just so happened to feature a sketch of you, and a beautiful one at that. It was drawn with such detail, such precision, alternating soft and dark lines, forming a picture of you, a carefree, happy expression on your face. 

You walked backwards, still staring at the sketch, until you felt the bed hit the back of your knees and then you sat. Almost with caution, you turned to the next page of the book, and there you were again. Smiling, with messy hair, depicted by an assortment of tangled and overlapping lines. You raised your hand to cover your mouth has you turned the page again, finding another picture of you, skipping coffee by the window, then reading, smiling, all so beautiful, so well done, so unique. 

The tears came before you should stop them, falling over your cheeks as a small smile painted your lips. You’d never felt more loved in that moment. You forgot about the mirror, which tormented you so often and instead saw yourself through the beauty in which Steve drew you. The imperfect details which made up a delicate, radiant whole.

“Hey is everything alright?” Steve had knocked softly on your door then peeked his head around the corner. “Wow,” he breathed, taking in your dress, and carefully curled hair. “You look incred-” he stopped mid-sentence quickly taking in the tears which had stained your cheeks, “(Y/N), what happened? Are you alright?” He was at your side in an instant slipping his hand over yours, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“Yeah-I just-” you nodded towards the sketch book lying open in your lap.

“Oh, I-” he suddenly looked nervous, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, you couldn’t help but smile at his concerned expression, “I just couldn’t help but sketch you, your just always glowing  and beautiful and your smile it’s just so, so-” it was your turn to interrupt him now, silencing his nervous rambles with a soft kiss.

You pulled back slowly, your eyes still closed, your face an inch away from his. “Thank you,” you whispered faintly, “thank you so much, you don’t know how much I needed this.”

“Well I’m just glad you didn’t think they were creepy,” Steve laughed and you couldn’t help but join in, another tear, of happiness, sliding down your cheek. He gently slid his hands through your hair in either side of your face, and kissed the top of head lightly. 

“I’m sorry I made us miss our reservation,” you said looking up at him.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can order in some deliciously greasy food, and change into some extra comfy clothes,” he slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, resting his chin on your head, “how does that sound?”

“Amazing,” you smiled, turing in his arms to face him and reaching up to kiss him again, “that sounds amazing,” you sighed. 

isinnedforthis  asked:

Hi 💖could you do 42 + 80 with jungkook please ?

Member: JUNGKOOK

GENRE: FLUFF/COMEDY AU (HIGH SCHOOL)

PROMPTS: “If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you” + “You’re going to get us expelled”

WORD COUNT: 1084

We parked our car outside of Kim Taehyung’s house, using a tree across the street co hide the car. I turned my head to face jungkook after turning on the ignition and took in a breath. I was kind of getting cold-feet about all of this. Jungkook is my best friend so obiviously I would do anything to help him but this seemed a bit extreme. Taehyung is a known jock and prankster on into our school so it was no surprise to me that he saw it fit to do a little bit of upperclassmen hazing on Jungkook now that he was on the football team. It was however infuriating to Jungkook. He hadn’t stopped plotting revenge since he called me shrieking about the entire situation. He hadn’t even really explicitly told me what Taehyund did.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask him , pulling the most “I’m serious” look my face can do. Jungkook nods his head and says, “Yes. For the last time, this is happening.”

Jungkook unbuckles his seatbelt in the passenger seat and reaches behind to grab the small black bag he had brought with him when I picked him up. “With or without you,” he adds, getting out of the car and closing the door as gently as he can.

I groan and look at the time. It’s almost 2am. Jungkook owe me big time, I think to myself. I quickly get out of the car and sprint over to him, crouching in the bush in front of Taehyung’s house. “I’m your ride or die, remember?” and he chuckles lightly. “But if we die, I swear to God I’m coming back to haunt you.” I add and he shakes his head.

Jungkook points to the second story window with a small balcony and says, “That’s the asshole’s room. Here’s the gameplan. I hoist you up on my shoulder and you hop on the lower roof on top of the doorstep and then you pull me up and from there we just hop onto his balcony.”

I look at Jungkook with the most dumbfounded expression and for a moment appreciate who animatedly stupid my best friend is. “Was Taehyung’s prank so severe that it cause you to lose all of your brain cells?” I ask, blinking inquisitively. I then smack Jungkook upside the head and whisperingly exclaim, “WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!”

“THEN HOW DO WE GET IN?” He whispers back. I sigh. “I can’t think of anything that wouldn’t land us in jail for breaking and entering. Why can’t we just tee-pee his house like normal people and not remove his hair with nair?”

“Because he deserves this.” Jungkook says gruffly, getting up and walking onto their lawn. “What are you doing?!” I exclaim throwing my hands in the air.

Jungkook smirks at me, “Ride or die right?”

I silently groan and sprint up after him. We reach the doorstep and just as ill-planned, Jungkook hoists me up on his shoulders. He complains a bit saying I’m heavy which earns him a flick to the forehead. I’ve never considered myself a person with a lot of upper body strength but today I impressed by pulling myself up on the small roof landing along with jungkook.

It was scary hopping onto the balcony even though there wasn’t much of a jump. Jungkook jumped first and hed his arms out once he reached the other side to comfort me into knowing he would never let me fall.

Once we were on the balcony, it was easy to get into Taehyung’s room; the window was already open.

We tiptoed inside onto his white carpet our shoes were sure to leave grass-stains on tomorrow.

We adjusting to the darkness of the room, I eventually was able to make out the shape on the bed Jungkook approached, holding out a bottle of Nair.

I moved closer along with Jungkook. “Does the school get involved with this kind of stuff? You’re going to get us expelled.” i whisper and Jungkook shushes me.

I see Taehyung now. His hair is messy and his body is sprawled on the bed. Taking in his body, I can see that he sleeps shirtless. Even in the very dim lighting I can see his tanned glistening skin.

“Gross. Stop ogling him.” Jungkook whispers shoving me a bit.

I blush. “I never notice how hot he was.” I say and Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Let’s see if you like him without eyebrows,” He mumbles.

He taked a slob of nair cream and is about to brush it on Taehyung’s face when I stop him. “Jungkook, no.”

Jungkook whips around and says, “What is it Y/N?!”

“You can’t do this. I don’t know what he did or said but you can’t just take his eyebrows off. This is wrong and you’re a good person Jungkook. What kind of friend would I be if I let you go through with this?” Jungkook sighs, letting his hand drop.

“You couldn’t have given me this speech like ten minutes ago?” He laughs lightly and so do I.

I give Jungkook a hug and rub his back, a weight off my chest lifted.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” We hear Taehyung roar and we whip around in the opposite direction so he doesn’t see our faces. Jungkook grabs my hand and we race out of the bedroom through the front door. Taehyung grabs my foot when I’m jumping off the balcony but jungkook catches me and we roll onto the roof landing still struggling to cover our faces. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

Jungkook and I sprint to my car once we land on the ground and I unlock the car. We hop in and just as we pull of the street, I see Taehyung running onto his lawn in just his briefs.

It’s minutes until either one of us say anything as we sit in my car parked inside my garage. Finally Jungkook breaks the silence and says, “Good thing we used those fake plates.” And then he’s laughing hysterically. Either because the situation is funny to him or because it’s the only real reaction we have in the moment, His laugh is contagious I can’t help laughing either. The next morning I wake up lying on Jungkook chest still in the car. I feel a tingling on my face and feel for my missing eyebrow, I see that Jungkook’s hand still had some of the Nair cream.

“JUNGKOOK!”

A/N

Heyo heyo heyo heyo (no diggity)! Hope you liked this or thought it was funny because that’s what I was going for…in a way… Check out our prompts list! Send us requests! Keep reading! Keep breathing!

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She Will Be Loved

Part of the BTS Road Trip AU Collab

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: When you love someone, you need to take a leap and kiss that person before it’s too late.

(banner creds to @itskimtaehyung)

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MFM: The End - Unmasked

I apologize for the inactivity of one shots, I’m currently working on part two (also the final part) right now, I’ll have it out for the last day of the month. “Unmasked” and “I’m yours, forever.” fit my two parts perfectly.

Ship: Marichat/Adrienette

Rated: G/T

@miraculousfluffmonth 

-!!!-

Adrien had been playing with a small box for a while now, sweat dripping down his face every finger he moved.

“You can do this, Adrien. Its just four simple words you’ve been thinking about saying.”

It had been over four years since Adrien had started dating Marinette, but she really wasn’t in love with him, it was his alter ego that she was in love with.

He had been talking about revealing his identity to Plagg a year back, Plagg was completely against it, and is even more against the romantic relationship he’s in with her.

“Come on Plagg. I love her! Please?” Adrien asks, sounding quite desperate.

“I know you do, but you’re both still so young. Maybe wait a while for the proposal.” Plagg crosses his arm and Adrien releases a groan, he lets his head fall gently onto his desk.

Adrien releases a sigh and looks at Plagg with watery eyes.

“Adrien, you’re really being annoying right now.” Plagg releases a sigh before continuing his sentence.

“But, since you’re both "old enough”, I’ll…I’ll let you reveal your identity and propose.“

A smirk shows on Adrien’s face and he leaans in closer,

"Can you say that a little louder for the people in the back?”

Plagg groans and crosses his arms “I’ve given you permission to propose and reveal your identity!”

Adrien quickly stands up and jumps in the air happily while Plagg puts his hand up to his forehead while shaking his head entirely.

-!!!-

“Tikki? I know we don’t talk much anymore but, um…Should I tell Chat the truth? I really want to let him know about my alter ego.” Tikki’s eyes go wide at the question but her shock turns to a warm smile.

“I don’t see why not. Besides, I believe he has a surprise for you too.”

Marinette tilts her head in confusion but brushes off Tikki’s statement.

“Marinette?” Chat says, Marinette’s shoulders stiffen and she carefully holds up her bag so that Tikki can hide it in, she laughs awkwardly before turning around.

“Hey, kitty.” Marinette gives a soft smile matching her soft voice, Chat walks over and kisses her cheek, causing her face to turn pink.

“Hi! Uh, I talked about something with my Kwami earlier today.” Marinette’s smile fades and turns into a small “o” form. She tilts her head before walking over to her lover.

Chat sits down on the bed and Marinette follows, Chat gives her a warm smile before clearing his throat and continuing his statement.

“We talked about my, uh. Identity.” Marinette’s eyes go wide and her cheeks turn dark pink.

Could he be talking about revealing his identity?

“And another thing, but I’ll get to that later.” Marinette had finally noticed the small black bag Chat had, and she raised an eyebrow.

Crap, crap, crap!

“Um…Uh… Can we just go to the Eiffel tower? I feel like that’s a go-to place for what I’m gonna do.” Chat asks, his cheeks pink as he rubs the back of his neck and lets out an awkward laugh.

“Of course kitty, lets go.” Marinette smirks, Chat grabs Marinette’s hand and pulls her to the window, Marinette releases a scream as the two jump out of the window, Chat lets go of her hand to wrap his around her waist, faster than ever.

“Ch-Chat! I’m never gonna get used to tHiIsSsS” Marinette has a voice crack as the two launch high up into the air, Chat smiles at her and she forms a small “o” shape with her mouth.

A small smile begins to show on her face, then she can’t help but break into laughter.

-!!!-

They had spent most of the day goofing around the Eiffel tower, getting some food and weird looking items was their speciality.

“Marinette, I’d love for you to join me on the Eiffel tower.” Chat took a bow and kissed Marinette’s hand, she giggled before nodding in response, he darted over to her side and their noses touched, her cheeks darken and Chat forms a smirk.

“Okay, kitty.” Marinette rolls her eyes before giggling once more.

Chat uses his stick to rise up to the top of the Eiffel tower, where he and Ladybug used to always go after a long mission, or day.

“Ah here we are!” Chat spins around on one foot and holds his arms out, he releases a laugh as Marinette curiously looks around.

“Its beautiful, isn’t it?” Chat smiles and Marinette nods in response.

“Now uh, this moment will be too.” Chat walks over to Marinette and holds both of her hands, causing her to tilt her head in confusion.

“We’ve known each other for a while, and you’ve never seen me with the mask off.” Marinette nods slowly as the words escape Chat’s mouth, she smiles at each word he says, before clearing his throat.

“And so, you will now.” Marinette’s eyes go wide at the thought of seeing him with his mask off.

“Wait, wait! Is your Kwami okay with this?” Marinette asks, sweat dripping down the side of her face.

“One hundred percent.” Chat gives Marinette a closed eye smile before taking a few steps back.

“Plagg, claws out!” Chat yells, Marinette squints her eyes at the bright green light that flashes over her lover.

“Adrien?” Marinette’s eyes go wide after the green light fades, and Adrien looks up from the ground, smiling warmly.

“Surprise.” He says with a warm smile, and cheeks pink.

Just So You Know - Part One

Summary: Just before one of the most dangerous missions of her career, she tells Bucky how she really feels about him.

Word Count: 1935

Warnings: Angsty feelings

Author’s Note:  Yeah, because what I really need right now is another series to work on.  Anyway, this is going to have three parts.

Just So You Know Masterlist

Originally posted by hechoseyou

All was quiet in Director Fury’s office as he watched me look through the case file in my hands. On paper, the mission looked like any other, but I knew the truth.  I had done hundreds – possibly thousands – of missions and I could read between the lines and hear the double meaning in every word that Nick Fury spoke.  There was a chance I wouldn’t come back from this. A very good chance.

“What do you think, agent?” There was nothing in his voice to give away his thoughts.  Nothing that suggested he wanted me to take or refuse the mission.  But, again, I knew the truth.  The reality was that his other top two agents had joined the Avengers, which just left me.  There was no one else he could trust to handle something of this importance.

I thought briefly of light blue eyes and an easy smile, but I pushed that away immediately.  I already knew what my answer was going to be.

“I’ll do it.”

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"Little Black Dress/Kiwi"

submitted by @xtagtraeumerx

(I hope I’m not too late omg!!)
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You could hear the loud music of the club blasting through the walls and into the pitch black night. The cheap looking, half broken neon sign above the door already made me regret saying yes to go clubbing with those random ass dudes I met at the record label. Recognizing me, the doormen didn’t even dare to ask for my ID. I mean, who wouldn’t let the Harry Styles into their club, really? Awfully blaring techno music vibrated through my body as I sat down in the private area with all those guys around me. I didn’t even know their names? I though one was called Justin but whatever. I wasn’t here to talk to them anyway; I was here to get wasted. A few alcoholic beverages later and my mood started to lift a little. I was about to pour myself another glass of the expensive ass champagne – expensive as in average people expensive – when suddenly everyone around me stopped talking and started starring in the same direction. A little black dress just walked into the room and she was literally making everyone’s head turn around to lust after her.

“Look at that ass! That body is made to be pressed against me tonight,” one of those dudes said to another with a large smirk on his face. What a pervert. Though he wasn’t completely wrong. Before any of those idiots could make a move I jumped up.
“Where you going, man?” someone yelled after me but I ignored him. I treaded through the crowd on the dance floor to reach the bar which I casually leaned against right next to the desired object. The little black dress.
“So, Little Black Dress, did you come here alone?” I asked in a husky voice. Her dark, perfectly curled mane swung around so she was facing me. Her deep brown eyes wandered up and down my body, giving me a full body scan.
“And you are?” she asked right back, ignoring my question completely. There’s no way she could not know who I was. I mean, I’m Harry Styles. She was definitely playing, so I played along. “James, I’m James. Nice to meet you.”
Talking to her was different. She was witty, always having a comeback to my now pathetic sounding pickup lines that worked on every other girl usually. But not only did she refuse to go along with my flirting but rather she was the one flirting with me! She was the one in control and she let me know it. At some point I couldn’t bear it any longer so I said “I wanna see the way you move for me baby,” in the lowest, sexiest voice I could manage in hopes to somehow get the power back for once. She thought about it for a second before grabbing my hand and pulling me on the dance floor with her. Her body was tightly pressed against mine, her right arm wrapped around the back of my neck, her left hand on my left hand that was resting on her hip. Every now and then I could catch a glimpse of the Random Guys as they eyed us jealously. Moving in sync we kept swaying back and forth, colourful lights dancing over her exposed skin that was hot under my touch. My hands wandered up and down her sides when suddenly she turned around in my arms, burying her hands in my hair and pressing her lips to mine. The taste of alcohol and lust filled my mouth. After letting her tongue slip back into her mouth she reached up to my ear and whispered, “Wanna get some fresh air?” I nodded.
She went off to get her bag and was back almost immediately. The cool, fresh air hit me like a wall since the club had turned into a sauna. Little Black Dress pulled a curved silver flask out of her small black bag, put it to her slightly parted lips and chugged some gulps down. “Want some?”
I took the flat bottle out of her hand and while I let the hard liquor pour down my slightly sore throat she got a cheap pack of cigarettes out. Her lipstick stuck to the one she lit between her lips, sticking her arm out to offer me one.
“Your place or mine?” she asked as casually as she had just offered me her a sip from her flask. Your place or mine? It can’t be that easy! How does she do it so effortlessly?
“You’re not answering so I’m deciding that we’re going to your place because my place is a mess,” she declared with smoke coming out of her mouth, “You’re calling the taxi though.”
“So, what is your job?” Little Black Dress – who still refused to tell me her name – asked. Had she really just asked what my job was? Has she ever like, turned a TV or radio on? Has she ever read a magazine in her life?
“I’m uh- I’m a model,” I lied, “Not that well known yet though. What about you?”
“I’m a med student,” she said, taking one final pull on her cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. A med student? That girl really had to be intelligent. Before I could respond, the taxi we had ordered pulled up in front of us.

“I’d actually go home to a cactus if I wasn’t standing in this elevator with you right now,” she said on our way up to the hotel suite I was staying at. So random but so casual. As soon as I had opened the door to the suite I had her arms around my neck again. She had been so calm and casual just a second ago but that girl had been exchanged by the girl I had met in the club. I was an actual actor but she could easily be one herself, acting all collected and then throwing herself at me again the next second.
Her hands were roaming around my hair and my neck; my hands were under her thighs, carrying her over to the large bed. She was driving me crazy but I was into it. I laid her down on the soft duvet though she got up immediately. Confused, I stood up as well, just to be pushed down to sit on the bed. She walked away from me, stripping the thin straps of her dress down her arms. She let her silky dress glide down the curves of her body and onto the floor, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra the whole evening long.
“Like what you see?” she asked in a low voice. All I could do was nod. She stepped closer again – only wearing lacy, see-through panties – knowing that she had the upper hand. Placing her fingers under my chin, she pushed gently to signalise that I should stand up. She dropped down to her knees, unbuckling my belt and my pants and pushed them down my legs, including my underwear. I kicked my unnecessary clothes away. She said beside me like a silhouette, stroking up and down my dick which dropped down on me like hot candy. My feet felt wetter with every second before she finally had mercy on me as she climbed on my lap. Her lips were connected to mine again – biting, sucking – as her hands ran up and down my chest. With one final push she had me lying on the bed, her straddling me. Her look was sensual, showing quite well that being in control was her thing. She ripped the condom packaging open with her teeth, rolling it over before she started to slowly ride me. So, so slowly. What a tease. What a freaking tease she was, looking so innocent on top of me but knowing quite well how to work a man so he melts in her hands like butter. She was pouting and bouncing and rolling her hips – slower, faster – just like she pleased.

I woke up to sunrays beaming into the room. Little Black Dress’ hair was sprawled all over my chest, one arm slung around me. I rolled my head over to see what time it was.
“Fuck! You need to get up!” I declared, shaking her awake.
“What?” she mumbled, still half asleep.
“You need to leave! I have an interview in less than an hour, paparazzi will be all over you!” I explained frantically. Fuck. “Not well known models” don’t have paparazzi waiting for them.
“Paparazzi? Why’d you have paparazzi waiting for you?” she asked confused.
“Nevermind,” I replied, pushing her her clothes into her hands, impatiently waiting for her to get dressed. I basically shoved her out of the door when she finally looked decent enough to go out.
“Hey, wait! Wait, what are you do-” Door shut. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I tried to look out of the window without being recognized. Men with big cameras in front of their faces were waiting outside the hotel.
“Hey, lady! Did you just come out of Harry Styles’ room? Did you have a one night stand?” one paparazzo shouted. Confusion was clear on her face.
“Harry Styles? That was Harry Styles?” I could hear her ask. She turned around quickly, pointing both of her middle fingers at me before scribbling something down on the hand of the paparazzo.

* * *

It was early and I unlocked my phone to see what I had missed while I was asleep. “Young woman claims to be pregnant with Harry Styles’ baby though it’s none of his business after lying about his identity and throwing her out after a one night stand”. Fuck.

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