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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 3

And we did it again, amigos! 

  1. “My sock is missing.”
  2. “I must say it can be rather therapeutic”
  3. “Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
  4. “You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
  5. “What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
  6. “I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
  7. “If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
  8. “What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
  9. “I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
  10. “I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
  11. “You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
  12. “I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
  13. “What is this, a concert for ants???”
  14. “I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
  15. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
  16. “When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
  17. “The wolves eat tonight.”
  18. “Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
  19. "When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
  20. “Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
  21. “Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
  22. “How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
  23. “I think I misplaced my right hand”
  24. “I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
  25. “Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
  26. “Have your eyes always been that colour?”
  27. “I’m going to fight the sun!”
  28. “You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
  29. “I’m not into that kinda thing.”
  30. “Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
  31. “I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
  32. “Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
  33. “Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
  34. “What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
  35. “What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
  36. “Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
  37. “Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
  38. “This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
  39. “Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
  40. “ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
  41. “Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
  42. “Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
  43. “Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
  44. “Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
  45. “Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
  46. “Wait. You’re aroused?”
  47. “Why would that surprise you?”
  48. “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  49. “okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
  50. “I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
  51. “I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
  52. "Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
  53. “how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
  54. “…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
  55. “For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
  56. “Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
  57. “Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
  58. “_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
  59. “What the heck happened while I was at the store?
  60. "What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
  61. “Despreate times call for cows.”
  62. “Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
  63. “You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
  64. “Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
  65. “Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
  66. “Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
  67. “Dude, no.”
  68. “I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
  69. “I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
  70. “I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
  71. “Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
  72. “So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
  73. “dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
  74. “Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
  75. “What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
  76. “WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
  77. “PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
  78. “PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
  79. “What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
  80. “Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
  81. “You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
  82. “Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
  83. “Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
  84. “So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
  85. “Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
  86. “Tell me why,  exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
  87. “Look, I’m not a liar, alright?  And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me.  So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now.  And maybe a million dollars.”
  88. “Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
  89. “Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
  90. “Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
  91. “Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
  92. “Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
  93. “This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
  94. “So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
  95. “I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
  96. “Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
  97. “Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
  98. “I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
  99. “Every time you speak I literally die a little”
  100. “One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”

“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)

the story of the underwear cockles op

y’all wanna hear the story of how @amazinmango and i got this photo op at phxcon this weekend?

PART ONE: BEFORE THE OP

so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet. 

mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go. 

so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op. 

i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us. 

we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this. 

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Jealousy pt.1

Originally posted by nnochu

•Bad language
•Reader x Jungkook
•Filthy, filthy smut
•Took me ages writing this
•Daddy kink
•I’m going to hell for this
•Dirty talk
•Rough, against the wall sex

Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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Long time coming

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, hot coffee, Steve and Sam are bratty.

A/N: I needed something short and sweet. So here it is. Enjoy! x 

Summary: a morning incident involving hot coffee finally brings Y/N and Bucky together. 

The moment Y/N walked the kitchen door of the small cabin, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on her. Even though she just woke up and looked a mess with her bedhead and her oversized MIT jersey, he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached over to the coffee machine she moaned softly -but dramatically- at the movements she had to make to get her daily fuel.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile. She always had a dramatic streak, in a humorous kind of way.

“You alright there, soldier?” He chuckled at her, trying his best to not stare at her ass when she reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. She wasn’t wearing anything but her cotton panties underneath the MIT jersey, and Bucky wasn’t complaining. 

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Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -

Series

Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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“Why doesn’t he care?” 13.06 Finale.

 Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst & slight Fluff

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bwipsul

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was patiently waiting for Taehyung’s arrival, and in the mean time I had changed into a black oversized hoodie which hid my baby bump completely. I didn’t want to let him see just yet, there were a few things I needed to confirm. A few things that I needed to know before I could make the decision to let him know. 

My doorbell sounded, and I took that as a signal to prepare myself before opening the door. Once I had opened the door, I looked him in the eyes momentarily before gesturing him in. For the first time in so long I finally got to see him again. Aside from his hair colour and style, he hasn’t changed one bit, he’s still as handsome as ever, his eyelids still slightly uneven - but I’ve always loved his eyes. We just stood there in the hallway not knowing what to do, until I plucked up the courage to finally say.

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Peter Parker - Its Not An Internship

this was not requested but i loved writing it, it is a peter parker x stark! reader imagine!! i hope you enjoy it and there will be a definite part two!!

part 2

requests are open:))

Originally posted by parkrpeters

i smiled as i heard the door chime ring. the usual nerdy boy who usually sported science puns on his clothing walked in. his friend was quick behind him trying to speak quietly but it obviously wasn’t working out for him.

“peter this is amazing, we have to tell everyone” the friend of the brown hair’d boy attempted to whisper but it was loud enough for me to hear. his hands were flailing in the air excitedly while peter just looked annoyed.

“ned shut up!” peter snapped at his friend ned. he looked back at him he sent a glare his way as they both pulled out their books from their bag.

“okay the teacher was making no sense tod-” peters friend began rambling on and on about something but my eyes were focused on him, the way his eyes scanned through the text, the way his smile starts at the far corners of his mouth.

i was starring from the counter pretending to be at the cash register but no one was paying. someone bumped my hip, i looked up to see my co-worker olivia nod her head toward the table. i blushed while grabbing a note pad and a pen.

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Dating Yuta

I Taeil* I Hansol* I Johnny I Taeyong I Yuta I Kun* I Doyoung* I Ten I Jaehyun I Winwin* I Mark I

*coming soon

A/N: Finally added another one, I got a bit carried away with this and it basically became a proper scenario lmao 


  • The ‘womaniser’  
  • Obviously
  • In his senior year
  • Like he knows he can get any girl he wants bc he knows they all fucking love him
  • He definitely takes advantage of that
  • Took WinWin under his wing when he transferred bc he was once the 'new kid’  when he moved from Japan
  • Knows the struggles so he kind of mentors WinWin  
  • Fucks Hansol off to spend time with WinWin
  • Hansol ain’t too happy about that tho but we’ll save that for his lmao  
  • Anyway..
  • Maths?
  • Yeah he’s failing that  
  • Needs a tutor but can never be bothered bc he’s too busy making all the girls swoon with that fUCKING SMILE  
  • UGHHHHHHH
  • That’s when his maths teacher approached you her favourite pupil
  • the star student  
  • A’s across the board
  • Maths being your speciality  
  • Hence why your maths teacher adored you  
  • After class one day, she asked to talk to you
  • Ofc you obeyed lord you never ignored the teachers word
  • “Would you mind tutoring one of my other students? They’re falling behind and you’re honestly my last hope Y/N.”
  • You were hesitant at first but agree to it.
  • As you are leaving you only just thought to ask who it was you’d be seeing that afternoon in the library.  
  • “Nakamoto Yuta, he’s upperclassman.”  
  • *~fuck~*  
  • You knew exactly who he was. He was notorious for hitting on the more impressionable junior girls. Which you were one of
  • You nod slightly and once the door closes your become a internally screaming mess.  
  • “YUTA, FUCKING NAKAMOTO YUTA! I AM TUTORING HIM. ALONE. IN THE LIBRARY. WHAT IF HE TRIES SOMETHING?”
  • The rest of that day until the last bell, you couldn’t concentrate  
  • Mind speeding at 160KMPH
  • You headed to the library and saw a head of artificially coloured dirty blonde hair
  • You edged towards him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly, He spun around and beamed brightly at you with his heart fluttering smile shit
  • “I’m here to tutor you.” You stated sheepishly as you moved around to the other side of the desk.
  • “I know, I asked for you.” He continued to smile brightly, you shot him a coy little smile before grabbing your text books from your bag and sprawling them out on the table, as a quirky Yuta in the corner of your eye.
  • After about an hour and a half, you knew he was paying attention
  • You could see in the corner of your eye him looking at your rather than the book and the questions
  • You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t any longer
  • “Are you even listening?” You turned to him to see him resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he looked at you.
  • “You want the truth?”
  • “Yeah..”  
  • “Nope.” He cracked yet  a n o t h e r  killer smile at you
  • “Well, I think we’re done for the day.” You began to gather the books, annoyance slipping into your tone of voice.
  • “I’m sorry Y/N.” He looked away briefly before looking back at you. “I promise I’ll pay attention tomorrow, okay.”
  • “Oh really?” You questioned.
  • “Yeah.”
  • “What’s the catch?” You called his bluff. He raised his hands in defeat.
  • “You got me. But dinner on Friday. Surely that isn’t a bad trade. I let you teach me, and at the end of each week on Friday you come out with me.” He had a smug look on his face but it was over taken with innocence in his eyes.  
  • “Deal.”  
  • How bad could it be?  
  • Well…
  • After about 3 weeks of tutoring him, he stuck to his promise of actually paying attention, tho he still intervened by teasing you every so often; tickling you, hiding you phone etc
  • Friday’s became your favourite day of the week
  • They already were bc the last day of school before the weekend
  • But now it was your favourite for a different reason
  • It was when you got to see the real Yuta
  • He showed more of his soft and caring side on those Fridays away from school  
  • You felt lost whenever he was off ill from school
  • Like it sounds ridiculous  
  • But you felt lost without him when he wasn’t there
  • You eventually even started hanging around with him during the actual school day
  • You practically adopted WinWin
  • You’d fix the collar of his shirt if it was uneven
  • You’d bring him snacks into school
  • Which would result in Yuta whining bc he doesn’t get any and your excuse for that is “He’s younger and needs to eat a lot to grow.” He’s not, you just liked babying him
  • Hansol basically became your best friend
  • You’d always talk to him at lunch  
  • Again, Yuta would get jaelous and try to get your attention  
  • You knew all too well he was jealous, you just loved teasing him
  • Exams were coming up
  • The closer that got, the more desperate Yuta was to study  
  • He really did work hard  
  • And you adored his motivation  
  • You’d spend even longer in the library with him, even cancelling your fun Fridays so you could go to his house and help him cram
  • He was panicking but his nerves were always eased when your were around
  • You had such a calming affect on him
  • And no one had that kind of affect on him before
  • He never had butterflies when talking to girls before until he met you  
  • He thought you would be some easy target, that’s why he chose you to be his tutor
  • But you became so much more than that
  • He actually started to care deeply for you
  • But you had no idea..  
  • You waited nervously outside the exam for him
  • Pacing back and forth  
  • Once you saw him walk out of the exam hall, you pulled him aside
  • The look on his face didn’t seem great, he didn’t show off that amazing smile of his like you had hoped  
  • You hugged him tightly, the sudden affection struck him and he felt his knees give slightly
  • “It’ll be okay, I know you passed!” You encouraged him, earning a small smile  
  • I feel like this has turned into a proper scenario oops oh well lets go with it
  • A few weeks after the exam, you were sat at home watching TV and you heard a loud knock on your front door
  • When you opened it oh my god
  • You were literally tackled to the floor  
  • “I GOT A B Y/N I PASSED MATHS!” He held you tightly.
  • You felt your air ways being constricted  
  • “I knew you would Yuta, Now loosen up you’re going to suffocate me.” You chuckled
  • He let you go but bared a death grip on your hands
  • “It’s all your doing. I wouldn’t have passed it with out you honestly, it sounds so cliché but it’s so true.”  
  • “OH Yuta, stop it! I-”  
  • You were cut off by his lips connecting with your own; hands resting on your hips as he pulled you closer  
  • You didn’t realise how much you wanted that to happen until it actually  happened
  • You had always thought about what his plump lips would feel like  
  • And lord
  • They were 100x’s better than you expected
  • Soft and sweet  
  • Once he pulled away he rested his forehead on your own, peppering your face with kisses  
  • Topping it off with a small kiss on the tip of your nose
  • “How about we go out this Friday on an actual date.” You suggested, not being able to wipe the smile off of your face
  • “Sure, but I always counted the other’s as dates.” Again smiling brightly at the small dusting of pink on your cheeks.
Bon Soir [Lafayette x Reader] Part One

Description: You, an American patriot from a loyalist family, catch the eye of the Marquis De Lafayette one night at a tavern. After your first night with the enigmatic frenchman, you realize how turbulent life can really get in a time as turbulent as this. 

Warnings For This Chapter: Smut, alcohol, mild swearing, and mild Lams, where I could slip it in ;) 

Notes: So, there will be five parts to this story. It will, if we’re being honest here, be updated probably once or twice a week until it is finished. This story is a mix of Hamilton’s characters and actual historical stuff, and there will also be lots of appearances from the rev set in this fic, so brrrah, brrrah!! Enjoy. 

||Part Two||


It’s a beautiful night in the colony of New York, the moon full and the usual chill in the air slightly warmed. Besides it being a lovely night, it was also quite rowdy- but during these turbulent times, you couldn’t expect less from the Northern colonies.  

You pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders… it’s really not a night to be out for a lady, but you couldn’t care less. Your family still clings to the proverbial olive branch, one of the less popular voices of loyalist reconciliation. You’re a patriot, through and through, and any chance you have to escape your frankly shameful homestead under an anonymous family name at night to “cavort” with those who share your views on freedom, you take.

Slipping down a dark alley with the hood of your cloak pulled up, you find your way into the even rowdier Fraunces Tavern. Looking around, you smile. Men clinking their sloshing drinks together, shouts and jeers at the king tossed around liberally- this was the beginning of a revolution, and you’d be damned if you missed it.

“You lookin’ for a good time, honey?” some guy with a heavy Boston accent asks you from the table next to the door, and you turn to him.

“I’m looking for a drink, and whatever good time I can derive from that.” The guy still stares at you, waiting for a follow up, so you decide to win even more favour by voicing your views. “Fuck the king?”

The entire table bursts out in cheers and pounds their fists and mugs down repeatedly as you smirk and saunter past them. You get to the bar, and ask for a Sam Adams, before turning around and surveying. To answer the drunk man’s question, you aren’t actively seeking that sort of good time, really… but, nights like these were full of exceptions.

“Here you are, miss,” the friendly bartender nods to you, then pauses, “I’ve seen you in here a couple times now, and I don’t recall your name.” He looks genuinely confused. “Who’s your husband?”  

“I’ll let you know once I find one,” you wink, and cross the tavern to occupy a booth. Just as you’re lifting up your skirts to sit, the door crashes open, and in come four very loud young men.

“What time is it?!” one yells, and the other three yell back, “Showtime!” while cackling and slapping each other on the back.

You roll your eyes again, imagining all the fights they were sure to start tonight. The bartender seems to know them, and pours four ales for them as well. Snatching up his drink, the short one with the ponytail and goatee marches right up to the table in the middle, getting up on it and chugging half his mug.

“To the revolution!” he finally bursts out with, and almost trips off the table. The large one with the beanie catches him, shaking his head with a grin, and the second shortest one with curly hair and freckles joins the talker with a close arm around his shoulder.

“Now this is the place to be, amiright boys?!” freckles shouts, taking a long drink.

“Oui oui, mon ami,” another voice chuckles, and your interest is immediately peaked. A frenchman in the colonies? The excitement of these taverns is incomparable, and it is exciting to say the least to hear someone from so far away- you know a little of the language, or what you had learned as a girl.

You watch in quiet admiration as a tall, athletically built man with dark hair tied up in a bun and a close trimmed beard steps out, carrying two mugs of ale. He hands one to beanie man, and plops his own down on the table. “We must tell the king casse toi with our war effort!”

“We will, Laf,” beanie assures, “But first? Horses.”

“What?” freckles and goatee both say at the same time.

“Corsets,” beanie laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, “I meant corsets.”

“Hercules, you are an idiot,” Laf deadpans.

“I’m the most mature one here,” Hercules shoots back.

“Easy, when tes amis are Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens.”

Hercules lets out a booming laugh, and is soon joined by Laf’s own charming snicker. Alex and John are too enamoured with their own private conversation to notice much.

Your eyes train on Laf. If he was french, he must have a longer name than that… you’re determined to know it. He was undeniably a charmer- he was handsome, dashing as a prince, and very stylish. With the words he had uttered earlier, you found it safe to assume he’s as passionate about American independence as you are.

You make an excuse to walk by.

Heyyy there,” goatee (Alexander)? calls, swivelling his head to look at you.

Bingo.

Hercules lets out a low whistle as you turn to face them. “I don’t mean to be too forward, but madamn.”

"What the ever loving merde is that supposed to mean, Hercules?” Laf’s face scrunches up, and Herc just shrugs.

“Works on most of ‘em.”

“I’m Alexander Hamilton, bastard, orphan, son of a whore,” Alex jumps up, grasping your hands, and you can see the gears in his slightly drunk mind turning. “So I’d love to flirt for like, a really long time because you’re pretty and everything, but there’s a revolution to plot-”

“-And drink to!” John adds.

“-And drink to, as my beautiful lover Jackie just piped in and waaait, I’m probably not supposed to say shit like that in a tavern full of guys who will probably have me castrated for it, but hey, we die like men, right?”

“Yo, um, sorry 'bout him,” John blushes with a slight slur, coming over to guide Alex back to his seat. “He gets- *hic*- chatty when he’s tipsy.” You just laugh, letting them know it’s no big deal. John doesn’t seem very interested in you romantically or sexually, only greets with a good natured- albeit tipsy as well- smile. Hercules gets up to introduce himself.

“Hercules Mulligan. I’m Irish.” He drops his voice down to a whisper. “That’s kind of my thing.” Laf gets up to hip bump Hercules out of the way, take your hand, and press a kiss to it. You blush deeply.

“Bon soir, belle mademoiselle. I am Paul Yves Roch-”

Heeere we go,” Alex slurs.

“-Gilbert de Motier de Marquis de Lafayette,” Laf finishes with a glare to his friends, then turns back to you with a gaze that could only be described as… lust ridden?

“Plaisir,” you reply in french, and his eyes widen, his entire body straightening like an arrow in excitement.

“You speak my mother tongue, cherie?!”

“Only a little,” you confess with a timid giggle, “I’m not French, monsieur Lafayette, only acquired some words from my studies.”

“Gorgeous and intelligent,” he flirts, “A lady after my heart.”

“Handsome and bold,” you volley back, “A man after mine.”

“OHHHH SHIT!” John shouts, and Alex begins to laugh.

“GUESS WHO’S GETTING IT IN TONIGHT?!”

“Not you two,” Laf growls, and John and Alex tumble over each other watching you both. Hercules just rolls his eyes, and downs his drink.

“Care to drink with us?” Lafayette offers, outstretching his hand, and you happily accept. Hercules gets up to grab you another beer, and slides it over to you. John begins to chug his second, and you smirk, taking it as a challenge. Downing yours to the last drop, you’ve finally earned the respect of Hercules Mulligan as he bangs on the table and shakes his head.

“You are getting better and better as the night goes on,” Laf whispers, and you laugh.

“Is that the alcohol talking?”

“On the contrary, cherie, I am still on my first… though I may be thinking with something other than my mind,” he alludes, and you feel a shiver run through you.

He is very attractive.

“What brings you to the colonies?” you ask Lafayette conversationally, and he takes a sip of his ale.

“Revolution.”

“You’re here for congressional duties?” you feign ignorance, though you know how to identify a congressman- powdered wigs, brightly coloured jackets, and stuffy mannerisms. Nothing Laf possessed.

“Ah no, mademoiselle. War is imminent- that is the talk here and overseas. I will fight as one of you for your glorious country!”

“Ayyy, to our fighting frenchman!” Alex lifts his mug, and John raises his as well.

“Very brave,” you murmur, “I wish I could serve in the continental army.”

“You can still do your part at home,” Laf assures, taking your hands excitedly, “You can make gunpowder, you can sew uniforms, you can…” he suddenly hesitates, lowering his eyes, “Pray for and write letters to your husband.”

“Why does everyone in this tavern assume I have a husband?” you tease, and he looks back up.

“Forgive me. No one has, eh… courted you yet?”

“Courted me? Oh, quite a few. I have yet to accept,” you giggle, “I suppose I’m just as hard to please as the next young lady.”

“I, too, have very specific tastes,” he nods, and bites his lip, “Mais, it would be very nice to have a woman to boost my morale on the battlefield.”

“Wait… hey, what’s your name?” John laughs, “We didn’t even ask!”

“Oh,” you blush, eye contact with Lafayette broken, “Um…” You sigh. It shouldn’t be any trouble to give them your real name. “(y/n) (y/l/n).”

Everyone repeats your name, raises a glass, and drinks. Lafayette smirks at you a moment longer, then drinks as well.

As the night wears on, you start to become even closer with the group. Stories are passed around, drinking games are played, and talk that would’ve sounded like treason in many other colonies flowed freely from your mouth with the boys. As the night begins to dwindle with the candles burning down close by, hands begin to wander, skirts began to lift a few inches, and blood begins to rise.

“Raise one last glass to freedom,” John finally says, somewhat soberly, as everyone stands up, “Something they can never take away.”

“No matter what they tell you,” Herc adds, placing a hand over his heart.

“Raise a glass to the… five of us, here tonight,” Alex nods, looking to you, “Our cause is a great one.”

“King George will never stand a chance,” you finish, and everyone downs their last sip and sits back down. With that, Laf takes your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckle. You turn to him, and take note of how he’s staring at your lips. Danger and adrenaline course through your veins, imagining just what he could be picturing right now. Practically in his lap by now, you shift your hips a little, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“It is getting late, ma cherie,” he murmurs, obviously holding back, and begins to stand.

“It is,” you nod, moving to brush your fingers along the hem of his blue coat, and grasp your fingers firmly in his lapel. His eyes dart to meet yours, dark and warning, and his fingers find yours as he lets out a wistful sigh.

“(y/n)… I am a gentleman, and you have had too much to drink.”

“I assure you,” you grin, turning the tables and ghosting a kiss over his knuckles, “I have not.”

He spends a long time staring at you, debating mentally. You can feel him hardening in his breeches under you, but despite his uncomfortable expression and beading sweat, he doesn’t make even the slightest nudge to meet your grinding movements.

“Are you quite certain?” he finally asks, interest beginning to spark again in his eyes as he realizes that maybe you do want him like this.

“All I want is to feel your lips on my neck,” you confirm with a whisper in his ear, and he slots his large hand around your wrist, standing you up. The three others don’t even question it as Laf leads you out the back door, and the once the heavy wooden door closes, you’re both free. He immediately presses the front of you right up against the brick, pulling your hair aside and grazing his teeth over the back of your neck.

“Then, if there are no reservations on either of our parts, I will give you everything you need,” he growls, and continues his attack on your neck, showering kisses up and down. You flip around so that you can face him, and he pins you back again, opening up the neck of your dress just a little more for better access.

Lafayette’s gaze is hungry. Your excitement is known to him as he reaches under your dress, unbuttons your underclothes and realizes you’re already wet for him.

“So eager,” he groans, “Such an eager little kitten, desperate for her papa, hm?”

“Oh,” you sigh, his words sending pulses down to your core. He pulls your underclothes off, but as his long fingers are about to breach you, he pauses.

“You… have been touched or taken before, yes?”

You bite your lip, look around, and nod shyly. If word of that got out around here, you’d be off the market, as it were…. not that you particularly desired to on the market, but that was a different matter entirely. His face blossoms into a grin, and he lifts your legs up to wrap around him.

“Hold onto me, cherie, do not let go,” he murmurs, and once your arms are secure around his neck as well, he uses one hand to unbutton his breeches. You can already see the outline of his large cock, and once he has everything undone, he pulls it out.

“Monsieur, you’re so big,” you whine, and he gazes at you, licking his lips.

“We can make it fit, ma cherie,” he whispers, “Spread your legs a little wider for me… that is it, kitten… like that.”

You keen under the pet name, and he positions himself at your entrance before finally pushing in, groaning together with you as you tighten around him.

“Oui, oui, yes…” he breathes, “That is good… so good for me…” He sucks his lip between his teeth, and after a few seconds, begins to move, nudging you back against the wall with each deep thrust. He’s very large, so he has no trouble hitting that spot that drives you crazy, but he makes it even better when his fingers find your clit; Laf has a different approach than most men do, though- the select few you’d been with (if they make the effort to find it at all) rub with harsh, rough pushes… Lafayette massages you in slow circles, making you moan for him.

Leaning forward, the intensity between you increases as your foreheads meet, lips drifting close to each other and parting, almost kissing but not for minutes at a time. The teasing was getting to him, and he finally surges forward, breathing in your breath. You give his bottom lip a feisty bite, and he smiles, drawing away.

“You are a true northern belle, mademoiselle (y/n),” he mumbles, panting, “You are not like other ladies.”

“Oh, on the contrary sir,” you reply, “I simply don’t bother with the false customs. I say, fuck tradition, and fuck anybody who wishes to advise me otherwise.”

“There is a revolution on because of Americans who share your general mindset, ma chou,” he grins, and kisses you again.

As you both begin to race toward your climax, his thrusts increase, and you’re soon being pounded into the wall, legs tight around his ass and cries being muffled in his blue coat.

“Please… ah, Laf….”

“(y/n), so perfect, j’aime votre parfum…”

As he whispers your name, you hear voices, and turn to see two men walking by the alley on the road, in hats and coats. They sound southern.

“What if th…th-” you gasp, and Laf strokes your cheek.

“They will not see us, it is too dark. Besides, why would anybody pay attention to a stray kitten, begging in an alley, like you?”

“Ah,” you throb again at his dark laugh, and he shrugs.

“Also, the alleyway behind a tavern is where all the drunkards stumble out to vomit. No respectable man or woman wants to see that.”

“What an arousing image,” you scowl, and lean in for another kiss.

“You are so beautiful,” he mumbles against your lips once you part, and licks a line up your neck to just below your ear; you’re losing yourself to the pleasure. “Do you think you can come for me, ma (y/n)?” Laf rasps in your ear, stroking over your clit fondly, and you nod with a little whine, crying out his name softly as he slams in particularly hard. Circling his hips to guide you through a long orgasm, he lets out a little gasp of his own after you’ve finished. As you shake and pant his name, he sets you down carefully before quickly pulling out and taking himself in hand, jerking frantically a couple times and coming like a shot against the brick wall. Your name falls from his lips a few times like a prayer, and soon, you’re both sated and exchanging lazy tongue kisses, tasting each other’s mouths in the night air.

It’s chillier than it was earlier. You should get home before your one of your sisters or father notices you’re gone.

“When do you leave to join the ranks?” you ask, staring into his eyes. He does up his buttons precisely, patiently and one at a time.

“Very soon, I assume, cherie.”

“How very childish of me, but… what you said, about having someone to look out for you…”

“Mmm?”

“Will you…” you look down, embarrassed, and take off a ring on your pinky finger. “Remember me over a couple beers with your friends?”

His eyes light up, and he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

“When I wake up and when I fall asleep, (y/n).”

You smile a little. “Thank you for your service.”

He kisses your hand one last time. “If it takes fighting a war and, eh…” he leans in to your ear, brushing your hair back, “getting better acquainted behind a tavern to meet, it will, most certainly, have been worth it, ma chou,” he smiles back.

You dance and sigh your way home, ignorant of every redcoat who gives you a second dirty look. With men like the Marquis de Lafayette and his friends leading the troops, those bastards’ll be back home where they belong in no time.

Sing to Me

A soulmate one shot I took a long time to write, I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope it was worth it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

Originally posted by babywoon

You live in the heart of the city of Seoul. Cars fly over the tarmac roads and people talk loudly in the busy streets. They say that cities never sleep, and that is true. They’re loud, and polluted, and lights shine from the moment you wake to the moment you lay your head to rest. But none of that can chase away your thoughts, nothing can drown out the sound of him.

Soulmates live in this world, it’s bizarre, not not even the more intelligent of those around us can understand why such a concept exists. It just does, and everyone’s story is different.

Your Mother used to tell you of the way her eyes would change colour according to the shade of your father’s hair. She never fails to tell you the story of how she woke up in astonishment to an unflattering shade of green.

Your friend told you that she has a clock etched on her skin, it’s unclear what it means, but you both suspect it’s the time zone that her soulmate lives in.

But you? Well, you can hear your soulmate when he sings.

His voice rings in your head louder than any sound can drown out. And at first, you tried everything. You tried blasting music through headphones, sleeping, running in the loud city sounds. But nothing could stop his voice from reaching every corner of your mind.

As a child, you loved to hear him sing, as you grew older, it frustrated you more than anything. Now? Well, you’ve found peace with it. Whenever his gentle, angelic voice starts, you feel yourself relax. He’ll sing a bit of everything, but you like it best when he’s bellowing his vocal chords to romantic ballad songs.

It’s hard to describe his voice to someone, and you’ve tried many times. It changes like the weather, sometimes he’s singing silvery, so soft and light it’s beautiful, other times it’s deep and low, like literal singing sex.

It made you wonder what you were to him. Could he hear you when your strident voice emitted while you showered? Or when you were drunk and messing with your friends loudly in the streets?

You sighed as you pulled your books closer to your chest, walking towards your next class when your head filled with his voice.

For a moment, it was in your head, or so you thought. But then you realised, other people had stopped, and that was when it occurred to you that this time, the voice wasn’t just in your head. Unconsciously, you stepped towards the room where the voice sounded.

You pushed open the door to see the face to the voice you have always heard.

He sat on a desk of an empty maths classroom. He looked so focused, only to be snapped from it no you’d disturbed him. His candy floss pink hair shifted from his brown eyes as he looked at you. He put his sheet of music on the desk and slid so he was simply leaning, shoving his hands in his black jean pockets.

“Can I help you?” He sounded so casual, while you felt like you were about to faint.

“You… I’ve heard… You’re my soulmate right?”

You sounded like an idiot, you felt like a bigger one. You looked at him still, even through the pounding of your heart. He frowned.

“Sing to me, please.” He stated, it was hardly a question.

You frowned, “Me?”

“No, I was talking to the poster behind you- yes, you.”

His sarcasm made you scowl, but you took in a deep breath anyway. There was no way you could match his voice, there was no way you could even compare.

You sang a few lines, you stopped when you saw his eyes turn wide; he looked like a deep in headlights.

“You weren’t shitting me.” He breathed.

“Why would I do something like that?”

“I’m popular, you know, girls have tried this crap on me before.” he stood up and walked over to you, his hands still in his pocket. He stopped stepping when he was stood before you.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not stupid enough to believe them.” You responded, feeling a little breathless.

“It is a good thing.” He agreed, placing a hand on your cheek. His thumb brushed against your skin, and his eyes scanned your face. His eyes were lit like fireflies, filled with interest. His lips pouted slightly, as though he was thinking, then he smiled, and the pink in his hair flooded against his cheeks.

“I must say, you’re much more beautiful than your voice.”

“Excuse me?” You responded playfully, it was clear to you that he knew that music really wasn’t your speciality after all this time.

“Let’s just say I don’t think you’ll be winning the x factor any time soon. I’d also like to mention how inconvenient your timing is to start singing. One time, you starting singing overdose while I was in the middle of an exam, that’s if you can even call it singing, you sounded like a cat being run over by a lawn mower.”

You hit his shoulder lightly, pushing him back, laughter filling the room from both of you.

“Alright, there’s no need to be rude. I pride myself very much in my singing ability.” You told him, and he smiled.

“Me too.”

“Your voice is incredible, I mean, really.” You tell him, and his hand that was once on your cheek was now in his hair, rubbing the back of his head as the pink dusted back against his cheeks.

“You think? I mean, I guess so. I wrote you a song actually… Do you maybe want to hear it?”

It was though someone had punched you in the gut, sending your heart to your throat, you nodded, voiceless.

“I want something else before I can do that though.”

“What’s that?” You asked him.

“A date.” He stated.

“Then what are you waiting for.”

He didn’t need telling twice.

It was the middle of the day, the sun shining highly against the city buildings. You had classes to be at, teachers to please, but none of that mattered as he took you by the hand, pulling you to the doors and walking you into a new world, his world.

Blood And Kisses

Originally posted by wood-chris


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: “I really love reading your imagines! Can you please make one where the reader breaks up Montgomery and Alex’s fight and at first Alex is mad but then he’s not?”

“Hey dude. I love your imagines! Could you do an Alex Standall imagine in which the reader breaks up the right between Alex and Montgomery then goes with Alex to first aid and fluff happens? 😁😁 xx”

Word count: 2.922

Posted: 28th of April 2017

A/N:OMG! It’s finally friday and I am posting stuffs that wrote during these past few days. I missed you guys and I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks that I am receiving! Thank you for everything.
Anyways, I don’t like putting two requests in one imagine because I think that it’s unfair to the readers who’ve requested their ideas, but the requests are almost the same and I hope that it’s still okay. Sorry, though. You can always request something else so we can be fair. Thank you. This is longer than I wanted to write, but it’s better.
Thank you so much for the support. I am happy that you love my imagines!

- G. x

Warning: A little bit of Angst, mentions blood, swearing.


“What is happening, Clay?” You asked as you dealt with the shortness of your breath. Someone called you on your phone and said that your best friend Alex was in trouble with someone in the parking lot, so you had to run from the other side of the school department to the parking lot as fast as you could.

“I really don’t know. I am trying to see what’s happening.” He answered as he was tiptoeing in his dark coloured converse. He didn’t get any positive results on what he was doing so you started to pass in the middle of the people, trying to push them slightly to give you some space.

Once you arrived at the first row of the crowd, your heart sank and your mouth slightly hung open. You covered your mouth as the happening created a little knot in your stomach and it hurt yourself.

Alex was spitting blood out of his mouth as he got some punches from the one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, who was sitting on Alex’s abdomen while he let his anger out.

“Fuck off, de la Cruz!” You pushed him with all of your strength so he would stop punching Alex’s face as if it was some sort of punching bag. “Fucking, stop!”

“Fine, I’ll stop!” He raised his hands in defense, but he kicked Alex on his stomach one more time before picking his backpack up, it was surely thrown on the ground when they started the fight.

“Damn it! Go fuck yourself!” You shouted as you wanted to bang his head on a wall thousand times.

“Montgomery, you fucking asshole.” You heard Alex swearing under his breath and whining while he was holding his stomach.

“Alex.” You quickly caressed his arm as you let him know that you were by his side. You swore that you didn’t like seeing your best friend like this. Montgomery pushed some people so he could get out of that crowd around you.

“(Y/N).” He weakly called for you as he coughed harshly, caused by the savage and terrible kicks of Montgomery. You were worried as you saw Alex spitting thick, dense and scarlet blood one more time.

“Damn, Alex.” You bit your lower lip as you felt a little bit guilty for arriving later to save him. You gave him your handkerchief so he could wipe his mouth. “Guys, go back to your classes! The show is obviously done, this was the first and last episode of let’s just fucking watch Alex to get hurt and do nothing, so stop being nosey and mind your own fucking business!” You sarcastically shouted as you hated them for not stopping the asshole before.

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He shook it off as if nothing has happened.

“You shush!” You rolled your eyes as you picked his backpack up and hung it on your free shoulder. “C'mon.” You grabbed his hand as helped him to get up from the ground. Alex could barely stand up straight and you could say that he was suffering inside.

“Let me help you with that, (Y/N).” Zach helped Alex to maintain his balance as he saw that you were struggling to handle your best friend and you started to walk towards the school’s parking lot.

“Lex, keys?” You asked him when you stopped in front of his car.

“Here.” He shakily handed you the keys and you shook your head for the damage that Montgomery has done to your best friend. You would seriously slap that jerk.

“Thanks.” You weakly smiled at him and opened his car. Zach guided Alex to enter the passenger’s seat.

“Can you do this alone?” Zach worriedly asked after he closed the car’s door.

“Yup, thank you.” You warmly smiled at him and he just smiled back at you.

“Text me, okay?” You nodded to assure him and you went to the driver’s seat. “Take care.”

“We will.” You and Alex smiled at him and you started to drive carefully, not wanting to hurt Alex even more. “Are you okay?” You looked at the rear-view mirror to assure that no one was following you. “Dumb question, I know.”

“My stomach still aches.” You then looked at him and you could see in his eyes that he was really trying so hard to mend the pain away.

“Damn it, Standall.” You sighed as you saw his nose soaked in dried blood, condensed and fractured. The almost brown coloured blood has mizzled down his face and shirt, like the rain water in a window pane.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow and it made you worried even more, because his left cheek was purple and he had a big black and blue circle around his left eye.

“I hate seeing you like that, Jesus!” You huffed once again and brought your focus back to the road.

Once you arrived at his house, you parked his car on its place and you helped him to walk and to maintain his balance. The house was empty, obviously, his parents had the day shift at work.

“Stay there.” You closed the door behind you and you ran up and down the stairs to get the things that you needed to cure Alex’s wounds.

“What are you searching for?” Alex asked as he noticed that you kept on searching for something on the same place.

“Liniments?” You raised your eyebrow and he indicated you the bathroom door right next to the living room. “Thanks.”

“Not a problem.” He answered and you suddenly heard him complaining, murmuring some things that you didn’t understand.

“What happened?” You put the liniments on the table, together with the other stuffs that you needed to cure Alex.

“I can’t even smile because of this thing.” He complaint as he watched you preparing your first aid paraphernalia.

“Yup, you got a bad busted lip over there.” You shook your head.

“Yeah, I can feel it.” He pouted as he tried to ease the pain.

“What did you do to be Montgomery’s punching bag?” You curiously asked as you squeezed a wet towel to take the dehydrated blood stains off his face and neck. “This might hurt a little.”

“Be careful.” He grabbed your arm as he guided your hand. You dabbed the now-stained towel softly and slowly as you saw him fussing for the pain.

“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you were so concentrated on cleaning Alex’s face. You didn’t notice that he was just looking at you to admire your beautiful face.

“So? What’s the reason?” You stopped to look at him and he suddenly panicked and avoided your eye contact.

“He was fantasizing about you.” You suddenly stopped to look at him and gave him your judging face. “What? He was saying that he’d like to fuck you.” He defended himself, believing that he did a right thing for you.

“And you got those bruises and wounds just for a thing like that?” You put the towel back to the basin and you faced him.

“Damn it, what’s wrong with that?” He kind of raised his voice and you knew that you couldn’t change his mind.

“Alex, you almost died. I prefer that he imagines dirty stuffs about me rather than I lose you!” You got the towel once again and you squeezed it properly before wiping his neck. His face was already clean and you could recognize him now.

“(Y/N), I was the one who got hurt so shut the fuck up! I can’t stand to see others doing that to you.” He pointed out as he moved his neck so you could clean every inch of it. He was angry, but you knew that he couldn’t hurt you. “That’s also called respect for you, for the girls, for every woman in this world.”

“And I can’t stand to see my best friend in that way either!” You threw the towel in the basin and, luckily, the water didn’t go all over the glass centre table. You shot him a death glare as he just rolled his eyes. “And respect? You expect Montgomery to have even a pinch of respect? No way!”

“That doesn’t matter, I am the boy here and I should defend you.” You got a cotton disk and you put a smidgen of disinfectant to clean his still open bruises. “And that’s exactly my point! He should respect you.”

“You’re not my knight in shining armour, so stop defending me. Defend yourself, instead.” You lightly tapped the cotton disk on his bruises and he kept on whining as it stung his face.

“Then fuck you!” Alex corrugated his forehead as he lost his shit once again. He was staying at his thought and you couldn’t change his mind.

“No, fuck you!” You pressed the cotton disk on one of his bruises and he pushed your hand away harshly because you hurt him.

“What the fuck!?” He breathed in deeply as if he was asking for more patience to tolerate your behaviour. “Damn, I would do this by myself if you’re just being an asshole!”

“You know that you don’t have to do that for me, Standall!” You got the cotton disk once again and you blew at his bruise to ease the pain. You calmed yourself down as you saw him miffed.

“I don’t care.” He sassily snapped at you. “I would even catch a bullet for you, if I need to.” You dabbed the cotton once again and you bit your lip as you realized that you crossed the line. He defended you and you should thank him for that.

“I’m sorry.” You murmured and Alex just smiled.

“You realized that I had the point here?” He smirked at you and you threatened him to press the cotton disk once again. “But I am right.”

“Damn, Standall!” You rolled your eyes. “You are right, you got the point, but stay still!”

“Thank you.” He had a teasing tone and you hated him for that moment.

You realized that Alex was the sweetest person that you’ve ever known, even though you didn’t want to see him in that way. Yes, he could defend you and everything, but if it cost him his life, he better not defended you because your best friend’s life was more important to you than what people had to say about you.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he just shook his head with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Seriously, though. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to and that’s final.” He crossed his arms and you unleashed a long deep sigh, because you knew that he would do everything just to win in that discussion you were having.

Alex was sweet and nice to do that to you, but you didn’t want for him to be in a crazy mess. You didn’t want to see him hurt or dying, just because he needed to defend you.

You remained silent as you put the liniments on his bruises. He seriously looked at you as he watched your hands, carefully touching his damaged skin.

“Take your shirt off, I need to check if you have broken bones there!” You wiped your hands using the towel and you saw Alex with a smirk on his face.

“Or maybe you want to take advantage of me.” He naughtily said and you just laughed for his silly attitude.

“Dork!” You rolled your eyes while you were laughing. People might think that you two are crazy, because you would fight the moment before and then laugh like there was no tomorrow after, but that was what you liked in your relationship with Alex. You couldn’t fight over things for a long time, so you never had any issue. “C'mon, take that stained shirt off.”

“I ask fifty bucks per clothing from my clients for this, but you are too special for me so it’s free.” He winked at you as he slowly took his shirt off, making it a little bit sexy and lascivious. “I must love you so much for doing a strip tease for free eh!”

“Lex, you’re the best.” You laughed loudly as you playfully slapped his arm. “You’re the best that I never had, promise.”

“I know and I am happy that I can make you laugh just like that.” He winked at you as he put the shirt on the table in front of you. You controlled if he had some broken bones, touching different parts of his naked chest with a delicate touch, but luckily, he didn’t.

“Here, put these on!” You tossed him a clean shirt and his sweatpants. “I’m not peeking.” You winked at him as you put the first aid kit back to its place, also cleaning the towel that you used to clean Alex’s face.

“Thank you for curing me.” Alex sweetly said as he followed you to the bathroom and hugged you from the back. This time he could walk, not properly but he could. “Sorry, because I said tough things.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You put his dirty and stained clothes in the washing machine. It was Alex’s home, but it felt like it was your home too. You spent most of your time in his home than your own home because of Alex. “I should be grateful to have someone who hasn’t got any problems on defending me.”

“I will always defend you, (Y/N).” You looked at the mirror as you washed your hands. You saw Alex smiling and you had to admit that he was still perfect even with those bruises. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled at him and splashed him a drop of water. “You make me happy, Alex.” You dried your hands with a dry and clean hand towel.

“And you make me happy, (Y/N).” He made you turn around and he grabbed your hand. You both went back to the living room and you sat in front of the turned off television.

“So, what would you like to do now?” You curiously asked as you looked at Alex’s blue orbs. You seriously found him handsome, even with purple coloured cheeks. You loved his tired big eyes and you glanced at him as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were telling something to each other, but you didn’t want to admit it.

“This.” He smiled at you as he slowly leant in to close the gap between the two of you.

You were shocked because you never expected that Alex would kiss you out of nowhere. You didn’t respond at first, but then you let yourself go and you shared a passionate kiss with Alex, tasting a little bit of liniment from the bruised part of his lip, but you didn’t mind it. He caressed your cheek as you played with his platinum blonde hair.

“Fuck!” He suddenly broke the kiss and a worried expression took over your face. “That kind of hurt.”

“I can imagine.” You giggled softly and Alex just smiled, secretly loving your giggles more and more. You didn’t care if it was strange that he kissed you, you loved it and you honestly craved for more.

“Maybe kissing suits better when this shitty stuff gets better.” He winked at you and you shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “How about cuddles?”

“Cuddles, specifically your cuddles, are perfect too.” You nodded your head and he hugged you tightly as you let yourself fall on the soft couch, having Alex on top of you.

“Haven’t you ever noticed that I loved you from the very beginning of our friendship?” Alex whispered, your faces were few inches apart.

“Never thought of that.” You shook your head while having a thinking expression on your face. “Is that why you always defend me?”

“Well, I think that it’s the time to confess you everything, since I even kissed you just few moments ago.” He raised his shoulders as he rolled beside you. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You saw that Alex blushed a little bit and you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know how it happened, but I wake up every day, being more jealous and wanting to protect you from the people around us. I love your company and I don’t regret that I approached you during that first basketball game during the sophomore year, I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.” He honestly declared as he drew circles on your arms with his left hand. You could see him blushing even more as the sunlight fell slanting through the window pane and it made you smile wider.

“Oh, you were just jealous earlier, that’s why you lost your shit!” You pointed out and Alex laughed loudly. You were flustered because you didn’t know why he was laughing.

“Good morning, Captain Obvious!” He smirked at you and you giggled as you messed his hair up.

“You’re such an idiot, but I love you too Alex.” You sincerely confessed and you blushed a little bit as you met Alex’s happy gaze. You played with his septum ring as you giggled even more and he just shook his head. “I am thankful to have someone like you.”

You both leant in for another kiss, but, this time, it was just a simple one because you didn’t want to hurt him once again.

You were enthusiastically happy and thankful at that moment, because you were sharing a great relationship with your most beloved person in your life.


laelaloo  asked:

Okay, I'm looking to get a cockatiel. I've been looking into them for WEEKS now, but I still feel unprepared, and I really want to get some actual first-hand knowledge from a person. I'm really not sure what to ask specifically! ^^; Any tips you'd give me, this being my second bird--after a budgie--and my first cockatiel? (Any knowledge at all would be helpful! from recommended cage size to what might be a good healthy diet!~) Please and thank you~~

hey darling!!! god sorry its taken me forty years to get to my ask, i’ve been so swamped at work IT SUCKS

THIS IS GONNA BE LONG

OKAY, HERE IS THE INFO I CAN GIVE YA FOR A COCKATIEL:

1) ALWAYS ADOPT. i know you see that cute birbo in the pet store window, but please, PLEASE, refrain from purchasing him.  there are currently THOUSANDS of homeless birds in north america alone that need you to be their guardian. i know you want to save that baby from the pet store, but doing so continues the cycle.  they’ll just replace him and the horror continues.

2) GET THE BIGGEST CAGE YOU CAN AFFORD! do not listen to what the pet store clerk says (lol i worked in a pet store and straight up i would discourage people from birds EVERYDAY and tell them to rescue and that none of our cages are big enough, and they listened and adopted and im surprised the boss didn’t find out and fire me HAHAHHA) i would go to a bird specialty store to find your cage - you want to make sure it is durable enough, the bar spacing is correct (for a cockatiel you want them no more than half an inch space, theyre little and you dont want them to get stuck!!) i suggest powder coated cages, they’re easiest to clean the poop out of!!!!

3) GOOD DIET IS SO IMPORTANT. STAY AWAY FROM SEED!!!! seed despite popular belief is not very good for them.  it causes fatty liver disease and can make them ill and shorten their lifespan. (rose is now put on milk thistle-it buffersthe liver, as from the shit sanctuary she was from… god knows what she ate so now im in the process of getting her liver spiffy clean!) a good PELLET DIET is SO, SO SO SO IMPORTANT. and dont be discouraged, it is very hard to change a birb from seed diet to pellet.  so you have to change it over gradually and honestly, it can take a year to get that done.  rose is picky as hell, but i found a pellet she likes which are the Zupreem fruit pellets.  they’re not the healthiest, but they’ll do as now she is eating by herself.  i used to have to hand feed her ALL THE TIME like the diva she is.

 Here is a list of good pellets!! (from best to ok)

- Goldenfeast Goldenobles (quinoa based instead of corn, i wanna change rose to this when she’s ready!!)

- Harrisons Fine High Potency (start with high potency and then go to adult formula - gives em the nutrients they need for switching. corn based, and not my fav but it is vet reccommended but id say goldenfeast is better as corn aint that great)

- Pretty Bird (fruity and like, kinda okay? its better than zupreem lmfao but its very sweet, and makes their poo colourful)

- Zupreem (available at most pet stores, comes in fruit, veggie, nut, and natural flavours. what Rose eats and its a pretty good food. i believe its corn and soy based, not the best, and there is sugar in it, but its a good starter for your bird as they will most likely eat it because its colourful and sweet!!! from having Rose on a pellet diet - her plumage looks AMAZING)

all those brands come in different size pellets, i would go with the SMALLEST as it is easier for them to eat, and if you mix it with seed it kinda blends in hehe

4) DON’T JUST FEED PELLETS. A birbos diet should be 80% pellets (give or take) and 20% fruits, veggies, grains, and good stuff!!!! making a chop is a good idea, and you can freeze it and take out some everyday for their breakfast/dinner!!! Rose is very picky, and a rescue may be too, but do some research on what good fresh foods are good for birds!!! rose’s fav are zuchinni, peppers, pasta, scrambled egg (shes obsessed with egg) and chinese snow pear!!!

5) LOTS OF TOYS, AND THINGS TO DO!!! PIMP out their cage with dope toys, various perches and material (AVOID SAND ONES, HURTS THEIR TOES. get natural wood, rope (if u know they wont shred and accidentally eat it) and various thicknesses!!!) and im not saying spend a fortune (whcih i have with rose omfg) undyed popsicle sticks are amazing, paper, toilet paper rolls, cardboard etc they LOVE. but also, a good store bought toy is nice too!!! but most you can make from home!! plus i have a store where i have handmade toys, ill be posting more selection too!!

6) BE PATIENT WITH THE BABY! they most likely won’t warm up to you RIGHT AWAY (i mean they might, depends on their personality!) so do not feel discouraged if they dont want to play or cuddle right away. and heck, they may not even like cuddles. they’re as much as individuals as we are as humans. rose is usually attached to my shoulder all day, but some days honestly she just plays by herself and doesn’t want me to play with her HAHAHA. when you bring them home, introduce them to their cage and let them hang inside and get used to it.  sit near them and chat and offer some millet and let them come to you.  its a whole new world for them, so allow them some time!!!

7) and the most controversial topic… TO CLIP OR NOT TO CLIP? okay, my two cents on clipping goes as written.  if it is safer for them in your house, please get their wings properly by an avian vet or an experienced staff memeber at a bird specialty store. clipping them incorrectly can cause balance issues and confidence issues and trust issues. NEVER CLIP THEM YOURSELF AS THEIR OWNER. THEYLL BE PISSED AF. and most likely scared of you. if your house is unsafe -ie people coming in and out, small space, lots of windows, forgetful people that leave windows open, PLEASE CLIP THEM. it will save their life and prevent any deadly accidents.

if you HAVE THE SPACE. and know that they will be safe, and you believe they will be okay, leave them flighted!! it is much easier i must say having smaller birds flighted as they won’t be as cramped in a house as a big bird would be.  Rose is flightless as she chews her flight feathers, but they are growing back.  and even if they all did, my place is way to small to allow her to fly properly so i would keep her clipped for her safety.  also, if there was an emergency - such as a fire - it is much easier to evacuate a flightless bird than a flighted one.  i have really bad ocd when it comes to impulsive thinking and i obsess over how i would get rose out in a fire all the time… so keep a pillow case by the cage, and if god forbid that happened, grab your baby, toss em in the pillow case (protects them from smoke inhalation) AND HIGH TALE THEE FUCK OUT OF THERE. and that would be easier if they are clipped… just food for thought.  

anyway i hope this helped you and others maybe too!! im sorry this took forever to get to, my lifes been insane.  please do TONS OF RESEARCH TOO and look into rescues. if you need any more help let me know my love <3

Originally posted by potatopato

Oh Captain!// Steve Rogers x Reader (P2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Language, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WANG BEFORE YOU BANG), slight dry humping, bit of dirty talk, a little Sub!Steve…if you squint and cock your head at a 45 degree angle.
Summary: Steve bares all, in more ways than one. How is anyone supposed to resist this god-forsakenly beautiful man? You don’t; you give into temptation and enjoy the ride. Sometimes Steve’s smart mouth gets him into trouble. Bonus: Bruce is so cute when he’s embarrassed.

A/N: I’m still getting the hang of this smut thing so pls bear with me. Idk why tf I’m so damn shy about writing it when I’m sinful as hell irl.  Also bless you @emilyevanston for reminding me that Steve is so much more than just Captain America. Sorry this took so long, hopefully the fic makes up for the long ass wait! Feedback is absolutely appreciated.

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Not An Athlete (2/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help, realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)

Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)

Part One - Part Three



You walked into work the next day, feeling pretty confident also. In your opinion, you had passed the test with flying colours. You walked in not expecting anything to be any different, why would it, you had full faith in Brooke to do this correctly. You didn’t expect her to nail everything but enough for Lance to not notice.

You walked to your locker and smiled at Brooke, double tracking at her sheepish smile at you. You sighed already knowing what the problem would be, this was bad, very bad. You crossed your arms and turn to Brooke, who gave a gentle sigh and gulped lightly, she looked pretty guilty.

“How much does this job meant to you?” Brooke asked with a timid smile and you uncrossed your arms and frowned. “Tucker was pissed because I gave him the wrong water and lunch, I am so sorry. Really I feel like shit, I didn’t think he’d notice, to be honest!”

You sighed loudly, turning to your locker and banging your head against the cold, hard metal causing Brooke to grab your shoulders and stop you. “What the hell am I meant to do? How do I explain?” You asked frantically.

“Well, it wasn’t your fault. He can’t fire you, I think.” She shrugged lightly also giving a small sigh of her own, “I am really sorry Y/N,” you shrugged it off and turned to the door. “Aren’t you getting your stuff?”

You looked over your shoulder, “He’s probably waiting for me to show up, why bother if I’m just gonna be fired?” She muttered a little ‘good luck’ as you walked out the door and towards the gym, towards hell!

You timidly stepped inside, holding Lance’ things for the morning and you visibly relaxed when you didn’t see anyone in the gym, beelining for the bench and placing everything down. Hopefully, you had till lunch to think of an argument, some kind of speech to persuade Lance into keeping you around. Maybe you could talk to his coach, he may have some idea or power into helping you out.

“You must be Y/N,” whilst the voice has never directly spoken to you, you’ve heard that voice and know exactly who it is before even turning around. Once you do, his arms are crossed and he has a far from an annoyed look on his face, he’s smirking almost as he looks you over. “Huh… you don’t look like much to me!”

You frowned wanting to know what that meant, “I am sorry about yesterday, I told Brooke what to do because I left but-”

He cut you off. “Listen, I don’t need some, random girl leaving water around for me, okay? Do you even know who I am?”

“Lance Tucker, I’ve been working for you around a year now. You’re a gold and silver medalist,” you speak fast and he raises his eyebrows. “I don’t expect you to understand but I needthis job, it’s good pay and I’m at university, I’m sorry, really I am!” He’s silent for a few seconds. “You can’t fire me for my absence either,” you try.

“Get in my way again or even slightly inconvenience me, you’re gone, got it?” He glared and you nodded, he steps forward, borderline breaking personal space. “And if you think for a second I’m going to make this easy, let you off for this, you’ve got another thing coming. I can’t fire you but I’m gonna make this so much harder for you,” he grins as a two gymnasts come in, “Great talking to you.”

You finally breathed when Lance walked away, you turned and watched as he started getting to train, you walked out of the gym to a very concerned looking Brooke. Explaining the whole situation, making you and her even more confused.

“What does he even mean?” Brooke asked; you shrugged.

“I think,” you ponder, “he’s talking about making my job more difficult, now he knows he’s got some errand girl, he’s going to use that in the worse possible way.” You sighed out and Brooke looked even more guilty, “will you stop! I’m fine, once I graduate, I’ll quit and that’s not far.”

Only, Lance wasn’t kidding by making things more harder.

He changed how he liked things after a week, the water left wasn’t his favourite anymore and he switched his training schedule so, you were a little late to leaving things like a towel or another bottle for him. It seemed he had talked to Sher Summers, a female gymnast, who is the females reincarnation of him; narcissistic, mean and promiscuous. She uses her personal assistant to the full advantage.

You started to do Lance’ dry cleaning, taking it and picking it up. It wasn’t too much trouble but it cut into study time, important study time. So, much so, you were cutting into your sleep to study. You also had to manage his mail, fan mail, reading letters from prepubescent teen girls wasn’t fun.

You weren’t going to give up, no way, you were going to fight even if it meant doing all this tedious shit. Lance Tucker wasn’t going to defeat you, you are going to take this in stride and not give in; you are going to prove you’re stronger than this. Than him.

“I am so ready to give up,” you sigh to Brooke over lunch.

Okay, so maybe, being tired and achy isn’t helping with your situation. You always wondered what it’d be like if Lance knew of your existence if maybe, you’d actually be friends! You wondered if there was more to this narcissist side of him and if you’d ever see the true Lance Tucker.

“He’s driving me up the wall,” you frown. “Everything is wrong, nothing ever right and it’s infuriating. I’m gonna end up strangling him,” Brooke chuckled at you as she bites into her pasta.   

“I really don’t think anyone would see that as a bad thing,” she counters with a little shrug, finishing up her lunch as you chuckled, nodding in agreement with her. “I mean, I don’t think he can get any worse,” You raised an eyebrow as she shrugged again.

If Lance heard Brooke say that he’d take it as a challenge, judging by the way he’s acting, you’d say he heard but that’s impossible considering he wasn’t even in the building when you had lunch; was he? He made you paranoid. You felt like you were being watched every second, of every day, it was torture. What’s been bugging you, you can’t explain this either, is the fact whenever you look over to him, he isn’t even standing in your direction. Lance Tucker had officially made you go insane.

You had to stick this out, to prove to your parents and yourself. You had pretty much proved to them, you stuck this tedious job out for the entire summer and then some, it’s not like you had to stick around but it was for the money. Money that was helping pay rent and college tuition. If you were smart, you could save up the next few days pay and then leave, you will have enough to last; barely, till you graduated.

Week Later

You were walking towards the gym when you heard someone calling out, lifting your head as you slung your laptop bag over your right shoulder. Lance was exiting a red mustang with his eyebrows raised.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d show up,” he commented with a big smirk.

“Well, some of us actually need to work and earn money on a daily basis otherwise they’d become homeless or worse,” you retorted, really not in the mood for his rude behaviour today.

He chuckled and held the door open for you, you looked at him suspiciously but entered with a little nod, Lance walking right behind you with this knowing grin. It was real, deeply, unsettling for him to be smiling that way.

“Just I find extremely odd that a girl with parents like yourself would even need to work,” you stopped dead in your track, Lance bumping into you slightly and stepped in front of you, smiling as he looked down at you. “What… really didn’t think I’d find out your last name? I didn’t believe it at first, how could I, right?”

You were frowning. “You looked into my private record?”

He nodded, “So, really, tell me what’s it like coming from two Olympic parents and be a huge disappointment?” He questioned, seemingly really interested in the answer. “To not be an athlete of any kind, not even Golf!” he snickered, “Wow, if you were my kid, I would have cut all ties. Oh, is that why you’re in need of this job?”

“No, I wanted my independence. You have no right going through any of that, that’s personal,” you felt on the verge of tears.

His amusing demeanour changed suddenly, instead he looked a matter of factly to you, nodding his head a little. “See that would work but you’re not an athlete, you’re just an errand girl,” he shrugged lightly.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, eyes showing signs of watering because you really, really, didn’t want to hear any of this today. You nodded and looked away, not wanting to give Lance the satisfaction of making close to crying.

“You know for a dick, you can be a real asshole sometimes,” you tell him before continuing your way to your locker. Trying to keep your composure, not wanting to let a single tear fall down your cheeks because he isn’t worth it.

You went about your day, everything as stressful and hard, as usual. You didn’t even have the time to write a few paragraphs for your essay, it being due next week, this was the latest you had left any assignment. Thankfully, Lance was leaving early because it was a Friday and he wanted to go out and see some friends, maybe you’d be able to get a few hours of writing and sleeping in.

So you thought.

At two in the morning, still studying, you get a text.

You need to come pick me up! - Unknown number.

Who is this? - You

Who do you fucking think? Lance! - Dickhead Tucker

How the hell did you get my number? And no way, it’s 2am! - You

Like fuck you are, if you want your job still!
You need to come get me!

As your fucking boss, - The Dickhead Tucker

Where are you?- You

Las Vegas! - The Dickhead Tucker

OMG! NO. - You

But you were already getting together your things, after this, you’re quitting! You are going to drive the four hours, plan a speech and tell him you’re quitting, this is ridiculous. 

(Leaves this on a cliff-hanger because I am now that writer! Let me know what you think, sorry it takes me forever to update but I juist want the chapters to be perfect. Love you guys, - Rosalee)


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Wrong Loves My Company Finale

A/N: THIS IS 7000 WORDS LONG, WTH! Hi babes, I know this took far too long but it’s here now. I was actually crying earlier thinking about how this is the ending, the final chapter, the last part. Thus far this is my favorite fic I have written. I wanted to thank @writing-obrien for helping me soooo much with this series. She’s always there when I need to bounce around ideas or get motivated or just talk. She is my best friend and I love her and this series would be nothing without her. I also wanted to thank everyone that has read this and loved it! I’m so grateful for you ! I think that all I have to say so thank you so much, I love you so much okay? bye !

Warning: Uhhhhh it wouldn’t be an ending without some smut right? There’s also so alcohol use so yeah.

Word Count: 7867

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Slow Hands

Summary: Nat and Wanda get tired of the ever growing sexual tension between you and Bucky so they decide to take action.

Word count: 2639

Warnings: swearing, implied smut

Requested by anon: Can you do a Bucky x reader based on the song Slow Hands by Niall Horan. I live for your writing.

A/N: this was my first songfic. I wrote a fic inspired by the song using a few variations of lines that fit with the story rather than one with big chunks of lyrics between paragraphs. Hope it’s ok 😊

‘Damn that man is something else’ Natasha sighed as she stretched on a training mat next to Wanda. She was gazing at Bucky as he grunted against the weights on the bench press and Wanda giggled at her dumbfounded expression.

‘Keep dreaming Nat, you know he only has eyes for (Y/N). She’s got him wrapped around her little finger but she has no idea. I bet he’d walk through fire if she asked him to’ she laughed when Natasha rolled her eyes and she got her phone out of the gym bag lying next to her. 'Who’re you texting now?’

’(Y/N)’. Wanda tutted and giggled again. 'She has to see this’ she said, her eyes moving again to Bucky as he got off the bench and dragged the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat off of his face and she hit send. When your phone had gone off you were sat with Sam, both in silence as you scrolled through your Instagram feed just enjoying each other’s company. Knowing Nat it was nothing but the text made it sound urgent so you exhaled heavily and sat up.

'Urgh I’ve got to go. Nat wants me’ you sighed and Sam rolled his eyes.

'She still trying to set you up with Bucky?’ he asked and you laughed.

'Something like that. God I wish she’d stop it’s just embarrassing for me. It’s not even like he likes me back’ you whined and Sam scoffed.

'Keep telling yourself that. Sorry do you need a guide dog? I think you may have gone blind’ he retorted.

'Ha ha. But seriously I’ve got to go’ you said, waving as you walked out and headed down to the gym. When you shoved the doors open Nat’s face lit up and she waved you over. You met her bright grin with an irritated scowl and she and Wanda both burst out laughing. Unbeknownst to you, Bucky, upon noticing your arrival, had puffed his chest out, loaded up the weights so they held at least 200lbs and started deadlifting the enormous weight. Deliberately not looking at him you keep your eyes on the girls and make a beeline for their mat so you miss the side glances Bucky was giving you, hoping you’ll look over. 'What?’ you hissed when you got within earshot. Nat just grinned wickedly, nodding over at Bucky while Wanda was in stitches laughing. 'And?’

'And he’s hot as hell and every day that you skirt around the glaringly obvious sexual tension between you makes me question what the hell is wrong with you’ she replied, her voice gradually getting louder. 'Look just go over and talk to him’ she said and you sighed. 'Please?’ she whined and you huffed and got up from the mat.

'Fine’ you snapped and you made your way over to him. 'Hey Buck’ you greeted, lifting a hand to wave at him as you approached. When he saw you his eyes widened, he dropped the weights just missing his foot and he cursed under his breath. 'Sorry, did I interrupt? I’ll just go’ you said, turning slightly to return to Nat and Wanda.

'No!’ he almost yelled and you turned back to him. 'I mean no you didn’t interrupt, it’s fine I was just about to stop anyway’ he said hurriedly.

'Can you really lift all that?’ you asked in disbelief, noting the loaded up bar at his feet.

'Yeah, you know it’s really not that hard, it’s all in the stance. Come here I’ll show you’ he stepped back and gestured for you to stand in front of it. You bit your lip and looked back at the girls who were nodding furiously and sticking their thumbs up at you.

'Ok but only if you take some of the weights off. Not all of us are super soldiers Barnes’ you teased and he laughed nervously as he went to lessen the weight you’d be lifting. You stood in front of the bar with Bucky inches behind you and he instructed you in a low voice, sending shivers down your spine with every word that left his lips.

'First you gotta stand with your legs apart and your feet just underneath the bar’ he said and when you complied he nodded and continued. 'Then when you bend over to grab the bar make sure you keep your legs straight’. You did as he said, bending over and wrapping your fingers round the metal, trying desperately to ignore all the dirty thoughts fogging your mind as you felt your bum press against his crotch and you flushed when he made no effort to move back. 'When you’re ready to lift, bend your knees so your shins touch the bar, lift your chest, straighten your back and pull. Take a deep breath, hold it and stand up with the weight’. You bent your knees and lifted the bar as he said, almost laughing when you felt it come off of the floor. When it became too much you dropped it, stepping back and bumping into Bucky.

'Whoops’ you giggled as you fell into his chest which soon became more of a nervous chuckle as you felt his large hands come to rest on your hips and his hot breath on your neck as his hair tickled your cheek.

'Whoa there, think you might need to sit down’ he said, so quietly it was like a whisper and you nodded, wanting nothing more that to leave this uncomfortable situation. 'Here’ he said, offering you his water bottle as you sat on the bench next to his mat. You thanked him and took a swig from the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking over at the girls who’d been watching, gaping in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow at them and missed the lustful look Bucky was giving you as you took another mouthful of his water. You looked back to Bucky as he returned to deadlifting the weights and shot him a smile as you leaned back on the bench, waving at Steve when he entered. One eyebrow arched when he saw you sat with Bucky but he shrugged and made his way over to you.

'Hey (Y/N), didn’t think you’d be here’ he said, apparently ignoring Bucky, still releasing grunts of exertion.

'Rogers I’m offended. I come to the gym all the time, boy do I love training’ you said sarcastically and he laughed. 'Buck was just teaching me how to deadlift. He’s really a very, very good teacher’ you said putting emphasis on each word and lowering your voice almost to a whisper, inwardly laughing as Bucky’s grunts turned to embarrassed coughing.

'Nice (Y/N)’ Steve replied, smiling at you as your inward laughs turned to childish giggles. 'Anyway I thought you girls always spent the whole day leading up to one of Tony’s parties getting ready?’ he said and your eyes widened.

'That’s tonight? Oh shit’ you exclaimed, running over to where Wanda and Nat were still sat, evidently not planning on training any time soon. You grabbed their hands and pulled them up, still looking slightly panicked. 'Tony’s party is tonight?’ you yelled and they nodded nonchalantly. 'Why didn’t you tell me? Oh god I’ve got nothing to wear! I can’t go I’ve not had enough time to get ready’.

'Relax (Y/N) we’ve already picked out a dress for you and Nat will do your hair and makeup. You have to look killer tonight, we’re gonna get our old pal Buckaroo to give way to his urges and finally make a move on you. He just needs a little push’ Wanda explained and you rolled your eyes, tugging them both by the hand out of the gym and up to your bedroom. 


'It doesn’t leave much to the imagination does it?’ you said, your voice a high pitched squeak with nerves as you tugged at the hem of the slim fitting burgundy dress that stopped above your mid thigh. The plunging neckline showed off a modest amount of cleavage and Nat had straightened your hair and given you a smokey eye with lipstick almost the exact colour as the dress and velvet six inch heels. Wanda squealed when you stepped out and Nat’s jaw dropped. 'Does it look terrible?’ you asked nervously.

’(Y/N) if I was Bucky I’d fuck you on the spot’ Nat deadpanned and your rolled your eyes. 'Ok well lets get going I can’t wait for you two to get together for much longer!' 


'Steve is she trying to fucking kill me?’ Bucky growled to his best friend, his hands tightening around the beer bottle he was holding and his eyes never leaving you as you danced with some of the tech guys. Nat and Wanda were with you, wholly encouraging you as you swung your hips teasingly and beckoned one of them forwards with one finger. When he came closer your hand closed around his tie and you pulled him towards you as you began grinding against him.

'Language Buck’ Steve warned. 'I told you, tell her how you feel and then you might be dancing with her. Like that’ he said, blushing at little as he watched your overly provocative dance around the flustered man you’d chosen to be your victim. Bucky growled, now watching your partner and he made up his mind to teach this little boy to stay away from his girl. 'Don’t hurt him Buck’ Steve yelled in vain to his retreating back. When your back was turned Bucky almost soundlessly pulled the technician back and took his place, any noises of protest being drowned out by the music. When you felt two muscular arms tighten around your waist and pull you up against him, you knew it was Bucky and you leant into his touch.

'Doll, what do you think you’re doing?’ he growled into your ear and you worked to suppress the moan threatening to break your composure. 'I’ve been watching you all night in this little number and you’ve not looked my way once’. You responded by spinning around to face him, gripping the lapels of his jacket with both hands and pulling him even closer.

'You mean like this?’ you whispered, smiling innocently up at him as you met his dark blue eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and his fingers dug into your sides making you sigh with pleasure and close your eyes. You let the music carry you, pushing yourself up against the front of Bucky’s jeans and whispering his name into his ear as you moved your hips rhythmically against his.

'Fuck’ he snarled and you pulled back, looking into his eyes for mere milliseconds before his lips crashed into yours and he was kissing you with a desperate urgency that made you smirk as you kissed back, your hands snaking under his jacket and wrapping round his waist, feeling the rippling muscles underneath his dress shirt. His hands were slowly moving down from your hips to your thighs, the metal on skin contact making you gasp against his lips and giving him an entrance to force his tongue inside your mouth. They found the hem of your dress and started pushing it up, getting dangerously high and you pulled away, his lips chasing yours in an attempt to get them back. You removed your hands from his hips and pushed his hands away then grabbed his tie, pulling his head down to your level you pressed your lips to his ear.

'Not here’ you whispered, only just audible to him above the sound of his own heartbeat and the booming music. 'We should take this back to my room’. When you let go of his tie he remained close, breathing heavily and staring at you, his eyes almost black with desire. He nodded and gripped your hand as though making sure that there was no way he was leaving the party without you, pulling you through the partying throng and out of the door, not stopping until he reached the elevator and hit the button. When the doors closed his lips met yours again, his body pinning you to the wall and his flesh hand gripped one exposed thigh and hoisted it up so it rested on his hip. He kept this hand firmly on your thigh but let his metal hand roam your body, slowly skimming up one side from the hem of your dress to your collarbone, forcing a guttural moan to leave your lips. Your hands tugged at his hair as he left wet kisses along your neck, down to your cleavage and back up to your ear, nipping on your lobe and eliciting yet another breathless moan from you.

'You were dancing with that kid from tech’ he whispered and your breathing hitched. 'You led that poor boy on to play with me’. You nodded silently, squeezing your eyes shut and noting how quickly Bucky had regained control. He was pushing your dress up tantalisingly slowly but when he saw your burgundy lace panties you could tell his control was weak as his eyes widened and he swallowed.

'Yes Sergeant’ you gasped and his eyes shot to yours. Once more closing the gap between you he buried his face in your hair as he tried to recompose himself. 'The boy meant nothing. It’s you I really want. I want you, Bucky’ you simpered and he pulled back to look into your eyes. 'I’m yours’. That was it for Bucky. A low, animalistic groan emanated from his chest and he pushed himself into you, rejoining your lips but your hands didn’t stop, steadily moving over each other’s bodies as though systematically trying to memorise each and every curve and muscle. You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the doors of the elevator open or Nat and Wanda both watching, their mouths agape as you stripped Bucky of his jacket and began on his buttons and as Bucky clawed desperately at the seams of your dress until they tore. He discarded the dress and stood back, gazing at you with admiration as he drank in your exposed form, your flushed cheeks as you stood in just your matching underwear and heels and the playful smile on your face. You beckoned him towards you and he complied, dropping his own shirt on the floor as he did. Planting himself between your legs, he kissed you with such passion that it took your breath away and your hands ran across his broad chest and muscled torso, digging your nails in a little leaving tiny red scratches in your wake.

'I really liked that dress as well’ both your heads snapped up in shock at Nat’s voice and you pulled Bucky in front of you when you saw both of them stood there. 'Oh well I’ll get another one’ she shrugged as though nothing had happened and you peeked out at her from behind Bucky. He turned his head slightly to look down at you.

'Your room?’ he asked and you nodded, leaving your clothes in the lift as Bucky lifted you off of your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped your bum. You made your way past the girls and to your bedroom door at the end of the corridor, hungrily attacking Bucky’s lips with your own as he fumbled behind himself to open you door.

'Tell us all about it’ you heard Wanda yell after you, just before Bucky kicked the door shut, lay you onto your bed and, lowering himself on top of you, reattached his lips to yours as a beginning to a night you would never forget.

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Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 4

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“I’m fucking exhausted.” Bill groaned, throwing his head back against the black leather seat, gripping onto the steering wheel tightly as we drove back to his place.

I yawned in agreement, checking the time on the dashboard to see it was 7:30pm. It wasn’t late but it felt it, we’d been up since the crack of dawn.

“Hey, Mya. I’m sorry about earlier, getting interrupted and all that.” Bill apologised, and I shrugged.

“It was probably for the best to be honest, maybe we shouldn’t do anything beyond the point of our places. The last thing we want is people to start reading between the lines, I really want to keep my name out of the press and I’m sure you don’t need the hassle.” I motioned to Bill, who let out a dry laugh.

“You make it sound like people thinking we’re dating is the worst thing in the world, you need to relax. So what if the rumours start, I’m sure it’d be fine.”

“Yeah, but we’re not dating, Bill. We’re super close, yeah, but sleeping together is already asking for trouble and doing it in public is adding fuel to the fire.” I pointed out and he groaned in response.

“It didn’t even count as sleeping together today, I barely got in before Roger was knocking on the door.” He complained, turning off the junction and heading up through a secluded road that was surrounded by large trees.

Bill’s driveway had a trail of small lights that illuminated the way, so it was always easy to find the house.

He pulled up in front of the large, glass house and cut the engine with another yawn.

“Let’s go.”

I hopped on out of the car, as did Bill. I didn’t bother removing my kit from the car, as it’d have to be used again soon.

It was a relief to enter the house and have the door shut behind us, it was comforting being in a place that was so familiar to me.

Bill had automatic lights that came on whenever there was movement within the building, it was an added security measure too.

We both kicked off our shoes and hung up our jackets, I watched sympathetically as Bill rubbed his clean, shaven face.

“Want me to order pizza while you get changed?” He offered, and I nodded eagerly, practically galloping up the wooden stairs to the second level of his house.

It was no secret that Bill’s success had paid well, and his house just mirrored that.

It was a five bedroom place with two levels, a gorgeous lounge, luxurious kitchen with marble counters and a back yard with a hot tub and dark decking.

I made my way into Bill’s room, we always shared it when I stayed over, even though he had four other rooms.

I searched through his walk in wardrobe, looking for one of his soft, cotton t-shirts that I could borrow since I had no interest in wearing one of my own that I kept here.

Satisfied once I’d found a pristine, white one, I removed my own top and bra, pulling the soft material over my head.

I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them off, relieved to be out of the constricting material.

I shoved all of my clothes into the wash hamper that was located in the corner of his dark room, leaving them for him to wash since I really didn’t feel like doing it myself.

I glanced at myself in the mirror, tilting my head to the side.

It was no secret that I had insecurities, I mean, who doesn’t?

I admired my false, blonde hair, delicately tugging on the end of it.

My skin was quite fair, although I still had a slight bit of colour left from the summer. The white t-shirt made my pathetic excuse of a tan stand out more, and I didn’t mind how I looked tonight.

Even in Bill’s long t-shirt that you could quite clearly see through, as my black thong and nipple piercings were pretty prominent.

My legs were long and quite toned, even though I was definitely not the skinniest girl around.

My finger nails were a deep red, they matched my gel pedicure also.

The only thing that made me insecure within that moment was the mark that Bill had left on my neck at lunch, if anything it had gotten more visible throughout the day.

I sighed and mumbled a curse as I rubbed my neck, turning Bill’s bedroom light off and making my way back downstairs.

Since Bill’s house was also open plan downstairs, I could see him sat on his couch with his arms folded, the television on and playing Friends.

I took a gentle seat next to him and he turned to face me slightly, cocking an eyebrow up.

“Is that my t-shirt?”

“Nope.” I replied quickly, pulling the blanket off the back of his large, black couch and using it to cover my bare legs.

“I’ve ordered pizza, got your usual, the app says it should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Thank you.” I whispered, feeling his hands go under the blanket and to my legs where he rubbed them gently.

I leant one arm on the back of the couch so my body was slightly twisted and rested my head on my hand, Bill copied me.

“You know, you’re one of the most amazing people i’ve ever met.” He expressed, giving my ankle a squeeze.

“Well, you’re pretty cool yourself. It’s weird, I never thought I’d ever make any friends when I moved from New Jersey to LA, yet my first day on the set of Hemlock Grove and I met you.” I chuckled, remembering the day as if it was yesterday.

“I remember, you were my make up artist for the day and I was freaking out, thinking you were gonna put lipstick on me or some shit.” He laughed.

“That was so funny, I was trying so hard to hold myself together and be professional.” I giggled, briefly brushing my hair from my eyes.

“I recall seeing you come onto set, you were wearing that Motley Cruë raglan and ripped jeans, I thought you looked amazing.”

I rolled my eyes at his compliment, slightly impressed that he’d remembered such specific details like that, looking down towards the fabric of the blanket, I began picking at it between my fingers.

I felt his hand leave my leg and Bill was soon grasping my chin between his long fingers, urging me to look up.

Our eyes connected and there was a weird feeling of suspense surrounding us, I could see his green eyes flickering between my eyes and lips.

We both started moving closer together, our lips millimetres apart.

Just as they were about to touch, the sound of the doorbell ringing made us jump apart.

Bill looked at me for a second with wide eyes, before hopping over the back of the couch to answer the door.

I was left stunned, replaying the moment in my head.

Were we about to kiss? Like… properly?

I know we kissed whenever we were having sex or doing stuff, but this was different, there was no sexual tension or hunger, it just felt normal and just thinking about it left butterflies in my stomach.

I was distracted from my thoughts when Bill came back over to the couch, pizza boxes in his hands.

He was staring at me intently, like he was analysing me for a sign that I was freaking out about what almost just happened.

I could tell he was tense and I didn’t want him to be, he had no need to be tense. So, I offered him a small grin and almost instantly I saw his demeanour change.

He grinned back and sat back down, also pulling the blanket over his lap as he gave me a pizza box.

“This smells so good, I’m starving. I haven’t even had the chance to have a snack today, when Roger interrupted us I just went back to work.” I moaned, taking a bite of the pizza which had all of my favourite toppings on.

“Same, but it wasn’t food I was hungry for.” He winked, chewing the food in his mouth.

“You’re a creep.” I giggled, shoving him playfully.

“You love it.”

We sat and ate our pizza on his couch and when we were finished, we cuddled up close under the blanket.

“I can’t imagine life without you.” I mumbled, taking his hand and playing with his fingers.

“You don’t have to, I’m right here, I always will be.” He murmered, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to his side and resting his chin upon my head.

I tucked in close to him, enveloping in his warmth and protection, and with that, my eyes began to drift shut from exhaustion and from just feeling so safe in Bills arms.

My life wouldn’t be worth living without him.


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-Hey everyone, just an ending note. I decided to include more depth into feelings, explore the back story too. What does everyone think? I hope you enjoy, the next part will be uploaded tomorrow!

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Carine Gilson or Agent Provocateur?” You muse, swirling the wine in your glass leisurely. “I don’t know. It’s for your eyes, why don’t you pick?”

You hear Namjoon’s laugh crackle over the speaker, and you can almost imagine the dimpled grin that settles onto his features. “Both, then.”

“May I ask, what’s the occasion?” You question, inspecting your newly-manicured nails. “A trip to the spa, chocolate strawberries and wine – even new sheets? And now new lingerie? I’m sure my birthday was months ago.”

“Do I need a reason to spoil my baby?” His voice is full of fake incredulity and teasing, and it draws a roll of your eyes from you. As if the foundation of your relationship wasn’t purely constructed on Namjoon spoiling you – he liked to joke, though, and tease, too. “I’m feeling generous.”

“You’re always generous,” you remind him, mind going back to the Chanel bag you received just a week into your relationship, or the Moschino dress that appeared on your bed last week. “I’m just curious, is all.”

“I’m sure you are,” he purrs. “Olive green or fuchsia?”

“Olive green,” you say immediately, swapping your wine glass for some fashion catalogue you had left sitting out. With a soft huff, you fall onto the large, white couch that sat against one wall of Namjoon’s penthouse apartment. The ceiling-to-floor windows show the city in all its bright and lively glory, but your brain is preoccupied with thinking about how good these clothes would look on you – or more importantly, on the floor. “Complements my skin tone.”

You roll your eyes at the scoff that follows – something about how every colour suited you or whatever, but you’d grown used to Namjoon’s ability to sugarcoat. “Yeah, yeah. I know, daddy.

“I’m halfway across the world,” he exhales at your antics. Your mind paints a picture of how he must look: in his office, thousands of miles from you, phone pressed to his ear and bottom lip between his teeth. A suit on, most likely (they were practically all he owned), his hair combed perfectly— “Now is not the time.”

“But it’s the right time to buy me lingerie, huh?” You retort, grinning at the annoyed groan that comes just seconds later. “Hey, you dug your own grave. Your hypocrisy is appalling.

“Maybe so.” It always takes you off guard when you focus closely on Namjoon’s voice. The deepness, the underlying gravel – even his breathing sounded sexy, and it was most definitely not fair. “I’m just trying to build the anticipation for when I come home. Brand new lingerie, some sheets to break in… A whole week. Just you and me.”

“Can’t wait,” you sigh, reaching for your glass again with a soft pout. “This whole ‘no touching’ thing is driving me crazy. I haven’t had an orgasm in a whole month, Namjoon.”

“It’ll be worth it.” You can hear the uppity humour in his voice, and it makes you huff. What type of sadist does he have to be to refuse you any orgasms on his two month trip? A huge one, that’s what. “I’ll fuck you so hard into those cashmere fuckin’ sheets that these two months won’t matter—”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, thighs unconsciously rubbing together at his strong words. Fuck, what you wouldn’t give…

“Don’t do that,” you breathe, screwing your eyes shut as you desperately down your remaining alcohol. “Shit, Namjoon, I swear to God—”

“Right, sorry,” he apologizes, a composing cough filling the receiver. “You drive me crazy, I hope you know that.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” you drawl, muffling your own breath of annoyance when the pulsing between your legs eventually fades into nothingness. “Anyways, I’m sure you have to go home or sleep or whatever soon. I’ll leave you to it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he finishes reluctantly, most likely nodding his head. A second of silence passes and you bite your cheek because you really don’t wanna hang up and be without him. “Wait, there’s one more surprise.”

“Really?” You perk up, waiting patiently for him to reveal its whereabouts. “Where is it?”

“I know we had this whole ‘no touching’ thing in place,” he murmurs, your excitement only growing with every word, “but I’m not that cruel. Check the box on the top shelf of my closet. Do what you will – but only for today, understand?”

A shiver runs down your spine at the mere thought of what he could have stowed away. You slip off the couch, phone in hand, and make your way to Namjoon’s bedroom. It’s clean and orderly, just how he liked it, despite the fact that you’ve been sleeping there for the past month. You open the door to his dark mahogany closet with one hand, eyes flitting over everything and anything until they reach the top shelf, where a white box clearly sits.

With bated breath you stand on your tiptoes and pull it down, setting it on Namjoon’s bed. He’s still on the line, though he hasn’t said anything. Only his breathing can be heard, but he fades into the background as you open the box and place the lid on the bed.

Oh, wow. The box is completely and utterly filled to the brim with… Well, toys, to put it simply. Toys upon toys upon toys. You pull out a string of purple anal beads, a pale pink butt plug and a vibrating dildo that’s at least 11 inches before you speak.

“Fuck.” Your voice is shaky and he can hear it, you guess, from how his chuckle carries over the receiver and flows through your ear. “When did you have time to buy a whole box of sex toys?”

He hums a response (something about having multiple assistants at his beck and call), but you’re too busy exploring the rest of what lay in the box. A rabbit vibrator, nipple clamps, a ball gag, a fucking Magic Wand… Even some cock rings, both normal and vibrating. There was a variety of lubes, from flavoured to warming and everything in between, and piles of condoms.

“I’m allowed to do anything with these?” You confirm breathily, running your hand over a ribbed dildo. Another hum of approval for him, and you’re tugging your bottom lip between your teeth excitedly.

“All for you.”

“And you’re sure you don’t wanna… Listen?” You begin uncertainly, before your voice takes on a more teasing and mischievous tone. “I mean, you did say earlier that it was quite late – and Mr. Big Bad CEO must be tired after his hard day’s work—”

“I have no problem with losing a few hours sleep to hear you cum in real time,” he shoots back smoothly. “Besides – we both know you cum hardest when you hear my voice.”

“Awfully cocky,” you murmur coyly, leaning over his bed to plug in the Magic Wand because you were not missing out on the chance to use it. “I could hang up right now and I assure you that I’d cum just as good.”

“Let’s see,” he proposes immediately, much to your chagrin, because you’re well aware that Namjoon’s voice is one of the few non-physical things that can get you wet and ready in minutes. “Keep me on the line, but I won’t speak at all. You tell me what you’re doin’, and we’ll see if you can cum, baby girl, without needing me to finish you off.”

“Let’s see,” you agree stubbornly, throwing your phone to the bed and instantly working on removing your clothes, from your Ralph Lauren pyjamas to your Calvin Klein underwear. It’s unnerving, slightly, to have him on the line but completely silent. He can hear everything – every breath, every shift of material – but you’re left with utter stillness. Still, the idea of him imagining your naked, writhing body made you bite back a moan. “What are we betting?”

“If you win,” he begins, “the ban is lifted. Try out your new toys, do whatever you want. If I win, though…”

“The ban stays,” you finish expectantly.

“The ban stays.” The grin in his voice is unmistakable, prompting a roll of your eyes. He really did have a thing for orgasm control. You knew that if you truly wanted the ban lifted you simply had to ask, but maybe you had a thing for it too. “Well, come on. Tell me what you’re doin’.”

“I’m on your bed,” you begin, collapsing onto your knees on his sheets. Your eyes narrow decisively as they trail over the toys. The Magic Wand was a definite choice; the butt plug, you’d save for when Namjoon came home. The real decision was between the three dildos – in the end, you settle for the vibrating one, just because you didn’t want to be bothered to move one manually while holding the Magic Wand too.

“Come on,” he urges, “You have to tell me. What are you wearing, baby girl?”

You sigh as the pet name falls passed his lips, rolling onto your back. Your bare nipples pebble as the cold air hits them, and you can’t help but frown when you remember that Namjoon is thousands of miles away. God, looks like you’ll have to do everything yourself. You pluck the nipple clamps from the box and fiddle with them for a second.

“N-nothing,” you murmur, voice breaking when shocks of pain resonate through your breasts. They quickly dim to a dull pain, though, and that easily translates to pleasure. “I’m wearing nothing. I just—” You break off with a breathy moan when you tug on the clamp— “Just put on the clamps.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be talking?” You provoke, giving the clamps another gasp-inducing pull. “You’re – ngh – not doing a good job, are you?”

“Maybe if you told me what you were doing…” Namjoon trails off, a roll of his eyes surely underway. You throw your own eyes up to the sky as well, but say nothing of it.

“It feels good,” you comment breathlessly, “Holy – fuck, the nipple clamps get my approval. I… I keep pulling on them. They hurt, but it’s so – so good.”

His breathing is louder now, tense and uneven, but he says nothing. You grapple senselessly for the vibrating dildo and a bottle of – you take a second look – strawberry flavoured lube, unconsciously holding your breath as a low buzzing fills the room.

“I turned on the vibrating dildo,” you begin shakily, biting back moans as you run the tip over your clit and down to your slit. You shudder when you begin to press it into yourself, the lube making for easy access. “It… It…”

“Use your words, baby girl.” The deep growl that his voice has become has you screwing your eyes shut. Jesus, you’d do anything to have him here right now – licking up the arousal trickling from you, squeezing your breasts… Anything would do at this point.

“I feel so full,” you gasp unevenly. Your eyebrows furrow automatically at the sensation of the vibrator moving against your walls, simultaneously filling you and stimulating you. “So, so full… Ah, Namjoon!”

There’s a curse over the line but if there’s one thing that Kim Namjoon is, it’s stubborn. He says not one word except that single curse, and if it weren’t for his heavy breathing you couldn’t even be sure that he was still there. But he was, oh, he was. Every delicious whimper, moan, desperate plead or call of his name that flowed through the air painted a picture that had him licking his lips – one with you naked, laying on his bed with sweat beading your hairline and your brows knitted together—

“Bet you’re nervous, huh?” You manage to muse cheekily through your haze of foggy pleasure and damp ecstasy. You pull the dildo from you just to tease yourself, bumping it with little jolts against your clit before you insert it back in. “These – umh – toys are doing as much of a good job as you do.”

“You say that now.”

Well, damn him for being this confident. You make sure that the dildo is pushed in as far as you can take it and give the clamps another fond pull before you turn to what you were sure was gonna be your absolute favorite. Even the dull buzz that fills the room when you switch on the Magic Wand gives you goosebumps.

“I turned on the Magic Wand,” you inform him, biting your lip. Your cheeks are surely flushed and eyes hooded – it’s a shame that Namjoon isn’t there to see you. “It looks really powerful. You sure you aren’t the least bit worried?”

“I have faith in myself,” he retorts, and usually you would roll your eyes at his stubborn nature. You’re too preoccupied, though, with testing the waters with your new toy by gently pressing it against the slick bundle of nerves that was peeking out from under its hood.

“Shi…” You have no sanity to continue your sentence. All words and sentence formations and even your name is lost from your mind the second that bloody buzzing toy makes contact with your clit, sending what feels like sparks through your bloodstream and down to your rapidly curling toes. “O–oh, my…”

Your hips begin to desperately buck into the Magic Wand, eyes rolling into the back of your head with every explosion of pleasure. You raise a shaky hand to the clamps and just manage to yank one, short pants escaping you at the dull pained pleasure that resonates from the area.

“I have the Magic Wand on my clit,” you whimper, only remembering Namjoon’s presence in a fleeting thought. “Shit, shit – ah!”

To your ignorance, every disoriented sound that Namjoon heard only made him smile. He knew you quite possibly more than you knew yourself, and he was well aware of how desperate and weak-willed you became when you wanted to cum. And if he was right – and he was – you weren’t going to reach orgasm, or at least not a satisfying one, because you relied on him just as much as he did you.

“–’m gonna cum,” you gulp, wildly chasing the ever-tightening knot of lightning-hot pleasure in your lower stomach. Your eyebrows tilt deeper, your breaths becoming short, expectation filling your bones—

“No!” Before you realise it, the feeling of your rapidly growing orgasm is pulled from beneath you and you’re left floundering on the bed, desperately seeking some form of stimulation. You can even feel tears pricking at your eyes – if that doesn’t tell you how disappointed you are, then you don’t know what will.

You throw the Magic Wand onto the bed beside you and pull the dildo out of your pussy in utter anger, huffing to yourself as you regain your breath. When your breathing has levelled out and the room returned to complete silence, then Namjoon’s chuckle fills the room.

“I told you so,” he teases, only pushing you to fold your arms and pout to yourself. When you don’t reply, he clicks his tongue condescendingly. “C’mon, baby girl. We both knew that you weren’t gonna cum.”

“Shut up,” you murmur, frowning. Great, now the stupid ban was gonna stay in place. Hello, another month of no orgasms. “You rigged this somehow.”

“How could I have?” He says incredulously, the smile in his voice much too prominent. “Do you want to cum or not?”

You’re silent for a second. Your brain is loud, though, fighting between disagreeing with him and letting your stubbornness take root or agreeing with him and admitting you were wrong.

“I’m gonna need an answer.”

“…Yes…”

“Hm?” He was teasing you, of course he was. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said yes,” you groan indignantly, rolling your eyes at the laugh that follows after. “I’m desperate, shut up.”

“Okay, okay,” he agrees, drifting off into a comfortable silence for a few seconds. “Well, shall we get started, then? Pick up the dildo you were using, sweetheart.”

The sudden change in his voice makes your stomach turn (in a good way), and you’re quick to pick up the discarded dildo lest you make him mad. “I’ve got it.”

“Good,” he comments. His next action is a deep exhale that trails off into humming, one that makes your heart pound and your pussy clench needily. You really are wound up.

“I want you to run the tip down your body,” he murmurs, “Down your neck, past your nipples, past your stomach – when you get to your pussy, trail it up and down yourself.”

With bated breath you do as you’re told, goosebumps following the trail you make down the length of your body. When the tip of the dildo meets your clit you can only exhale, chest rising and falling with the movement.

“I bet you’re dripping, huh?” He muses, a certain darkness hidden within his tone of voice. “Ruining my sheets. Wish I was there to lick it up – good thing I got new ones, isn’t it?”

“O-of course,” you mumble back, dazed.

“Turn it on – don’t stop touching yourself.”

Your breathing becomes heavier, even heard over the dull buzzing that comes from the dildo. Every time you place it on your clit your nerves go into overdrive, rendering you speechless for just a few seconds. You give a soft moan of confirmation when Namjoon asks if you’re doing as he instructed.

“You’re doing well,” he says, as if he was surprised that you could behave. “Good. Now, you’re gonna spread your legs as wide as they can go, and you’re gonna push that toy into your pussy, okay?”

A groan of approval is all he gets. You spread your legs out, biting your lip at the thought of just being on display, before you do exactly as he told you to and push the vibrating toy deep into your pussy. You clench tightly around it, licking your lips. It feels so good, better than earlier, and you know (but won’t admit) that it’s because of Namjoon’s deep voice in your ear.

“Feel good?”

“So good.” You nod weakly, although he can’t see you. “I wish it was you inside me… I haven’t felt you in weeks…”

He gives a pained groan. In the back of your mind you feel slightly victorious at his reaction but in the moment you can fully say that you honestly don’t care. It’s true, anyway, that you wish he was there. There was something about Namjoon that toys couldn’t give you – his warmth, his possessiveness? And quite obviously, toys didn’t do aftercare. You had to do that by yourself.

“Trust me, I wish I was there too…” He inhales in discontent. “I’d fuck you hard – harder than all those toys combined… First, though, I’d taste you. Suck your clit in my mouth and dip my tongue into your pussy—”

A loud moan (yours) cuts off his flurry of words but he continues through it. “—make you cum so hard in my mouth that you scream—”

“I think you’re on the verge of that already,” you heave, chest rising shakily as you wet your dry lips. “Ungh - please, Namjoon…

” “Turn on the Magic Wand, baby girl, and hold it to your clit.”

There are actual tears welling in your eyes when you do exactly that and press the buzzing massager against you — truth be told, you have to actively fight to suppress a scream, because this feeling bubbling in your lower stomach is more powerful that the last one a million times over.

“I’m so close,” you cry desperately, throwing your head back as you slowly succumb to the pleasure. “I – I—”

“Now take it off.”

Fuck – why in the name of God are you listening to him? He’s not here, he can’t stop you – yet, you find yourself lifting the Magic Wand from yourself, almost sobbing at the feeling of your orgasm ripping itself from your body. You take the phone in your other hand, breathing so heavily that it mustn’t be healthy.

“Why did you do that?” You demand tearfully, wiping away the tear of frustration that slips down your cheek a second after. “Fuck you, Kim Namjoon—”

“Not a good way to speak to your daddy, sweetie. If you want to cum, you can beg,” he says, as if scolding a child. “That’s the only way you’re gonna get what you want.”

You mull over it dully for a second. Are you really about to lower yourself and beg for something that is actually yours in the first place?

“…Please?”

Yes. Yes, you are.

“You can do better than that, sweetheart,” Namjoon coos irritatingly.

Please!” You cry, wriggling uncomfortably at the dildo still inside you that keeps you on a permanent edge. “I’ve been alone for weeks, just thinking about you and wanting you home and I need you and I need this, so please!”

“Fuck, put it back, baby girl.”

You do so, happily. The apartment trembles with every choked gasp and whimper that you produce. Your limbs are rendered limp and sensitive but even so you press the toy against yourself harder, relief filling you as your orgasm rushes towards you, so close, so near—

“Fu — Oh, my —” You’ve never squealed so high in your life, but that’s what the feeling that rushes through you makes you do. You think you may have screamed, too, or that your vision went white (or black), but you can’t remember anything except the molten pleasure that replaces your blood for a second. The phone in your hand uncaringly topples to the bed, leaving you writhing and riding out your orgasm alone.

It feels like forever has passed when your limbs finally stop jolting with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and your breath is recaptured by your lungs. Your hair is plastered to your forehead and your skin is covered in sweat, and the only thing your sore throat can muster is a hoarse moan.

“Fuck, Namjoon,” you whine, rubbing at your eyes. “Ngh… Shit…”

“Good, huh?” He sounds wrecked. You don’t blame him – he just listened to you cum over the phone and didn’t rub one out. He must be harder than rock right now. “I told you.”

“You did,” you grumble sleepily, your eyes fluttering shut. “You… did…”

“What are you doing?” Namjoon’s voice is back again, right next to your ear where you dropped your phone in your throes of passion. “Still three hours until tomorrow, baby girl. Three hours to cum as many times as you can before your month of chastity.”

A tired moan exits your lips but you can’t stop yourself from grappling at the nearby vibrator, his orders music to your ears…

(You inevitably fall asleep in the early hours of the morning, body still sore and pulsing, and are surprised to be awoken early by a knocking on the door.

It’s a box. Or, two, actually. One is white, the other pink, and you can’t help but roll your eyes fondly when you read the cursive writing inscripted on the fronts: Agent Provocateur and Carine Gilson. Of course, he managed to get them delivered literally hours after mentioning them.

Like he had promised, one is a set of panties and a bra, olive green in colour and decorated with gold and glitter to draw attention. The other set is a classic white corset and panty duo, with a matching garter.

For my baby girl, a note attached reads in Kim Namjoon’s distinguishable handwriting. Why don’t you model these for me, and I’ll see about lifting that ban?

Daddy.)

fic: Smile Even Though You’re Sad

title: smile even though you’re sad

genre: au/romance

word count: 2700

description: dan is the son of a rich man, unwillingly studying business in London who wanders into a gallery looking for some quiet, and instead finds the happy-go-lucky owner with a camera around his neck, the nicest smile he’s ever seen and a knack for knowing exactly what to say.

a/n: thought i’d post a little mid-week fic to perk you up if you need some, erm, perking…?

read on ao3 here if you prefer.

“They gave me the designer clothes, the trust fund and the private education and they told me to be happy.”

“And are you?”

The steel of Dan’s gaze softens. He ruffles his hair a little and a single curl still manages to dangle across his forehead.

“You know, Phil, you’re the first person to ask me that.”

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