stop asking for permission

at long last-- the small translation difference I noticed!

Disclaimer: I’m not perfectly fluent in german! But I’ve been studying it for many years and I can definitely call myself proficient. Sorry if there are small mistakes; if anyone is fluent let me know if anything’s a bit off! 

SO! During the battle against Vah Ruta, Sidon will explain the strategy to you and then tell you to climb on his back. There are two text options: 

If you pick the second one, as you can see, Sidon basically reassures you that yes, indeed, the two of you together can defeat Vah Ruta. 

In the german version, the same thing happens: Sidon explains the plan, then tells you to get on his back. But my curiosity was piqued when I saw the two text options, because the second option in german reads differently than the english version. Here, Link uses “darf”, which is a conjugation of the verb “dürfen”, which means “may”. So, Link is asking “may I really?”. I thought this was a bit strange, because it seemed to me that it would’ve made more sense to have Link ask “can I really?” if he was concerned about whether or not him and Sidon could really defeat Vah Ruta, and that no one would really ask for permission to try to stop an evil beast terrorizing a city.  

However, once you click the second option, Sidon essentially says “When I say that [you can climb on my back], naturally you may! Now come!”

So, in short, in the english version, Link is concerned about whether or not they can defeat Vah Ruta, and Sidon reassures him and is certain that together they will defeat the divine beast. However, in german, Link is instead concerned about whether or not he’s really allowed to climb on Sidon’s back, and Sidon reassures him that yes, Link may indeed climb on his back. 

If you want to live a great life …

1. Stop asking everyone else for permission.

2. Stop seeking to live up to other people’s expectations.

3. Listen to your head, and your feelings, and your heart.

4. Be willing to take risks and to try what interests you.

5. Don’t give up too early – and don’t assume you’ll fail.

6. Give yourself permission to always be yourself, to be genuine with others, and to carve out your own path.

What if He Freaks? (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: smut, daddy kink.

A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.

Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.

Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.

“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.

“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.

“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.

“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”

“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.

“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.

There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”

You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.

“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.

Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.

Why should you care? You decided you would do it.

“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.

“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision

“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.

“Oh that’s not so bad.”

“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”

“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.

None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.

Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.

“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”

“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.

“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.

“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.

“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”

“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.

Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.

When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.

“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.

The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
From Y/N

You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.

You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.

“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.

“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.

“You saw?” His jaw clenched.

“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.

Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.

“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.

“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.

The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.

The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.

“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.

“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.

He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.

You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.

He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.

He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.

He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.

He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.

“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”

You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down.  You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.

One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.

“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.

He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.

“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.

His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.

“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.

“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.

“Do you like that doll?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.

“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”

“I love it Daddy, please, harder."  He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.

Bucky spoke up in the silence.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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A mission with Yoongi

Genre: Smut

Tags: kinky sex / dominating Yoongi / orgasm denial / swearing/ sex talk

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Related fics (not necessary to read them in order to enjoy this story)

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Third part:  Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Setting: A background story depicting the relationship of Min Yoongi and the sister of the head of a mafia organisation. Both of you are sent on a mission and forced to play out the roles of husband and wife.

Characters:

You: The sister of the boss of a mafia organisation. 

Min Yoongi: A genius hacker and a hit man. Due to some unfortunate events, your relationship with him can be best described as the mixture of love and hate. He’s a member of the same mafia organisation, which makes him your fellow co-worker. One day you’re both sent on a mission and forced to pretend to be happily married. 


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“Fucking shit-head,” you spit out while adjusting your dress.

It might be a bit too tight and it rolls up every now and then, exposing even more of your flesh. “Why him, of all people?” your hands gently running through the locks of beautiful long hair and then you freeze. Flashbacks from the past, the day when you first met Min Yoongi, creep into your head all over again. It’s like an endless cycle of trying to ignore his malicious presence that threatens your sanity and ability to think straight each and every day.

 “Fucking impossible,” you hiss, fixing up the dress for the umpteenth time, this time around your boobs area. It’s maybe not as much that he is a complete jerk and bastard. He really can be sweet, for example to your sister. Yes, he certainly can. Your sister is his boss and he looks up to her, also, they seem to be pretty fond of each other and it’s all perfectly fine. You can understand it all. She is the boss of a Mafia organisation and he’s just been doing his job, doing it pretty well, if you were to admit, resulting in their friendly bond. They hit it off pretty well, though. Something that you can’t really say about you and Yoongi. Some time ago, maybe a year or so… 

“Has it been such a long time already? Gosh,” you ponder out loud.

 But yes, indeed, it must have been a year since that day when you were given orders to kill one, particularly nasty and uncontrollable, associate of your sister’s organisation. Yeah, usual stuff. Find the guy, corner him when he least expects it, and then get rid of him, in a most cautious and quiet manner. Nobody wants to deal with problematic shit, for sure not your lovely sister. The thing is, on the way you encountered some bothersome issue, something that can be exactly labelled as problematic shit. The night when you stepped into the house of the soon-to-be-dead guy, you knew you weren’t alone in this lavishly decorated villa. Somebody else was there, not a member of the target’s family, maid, hooker, whatever, it was another hit-man. A very wily and clever one, to put it lightly. You weren’t exactly sure who was his target. At some point it crossed your mind that he could’ve been after you, but no, it wasn’t the case. The two of you finally confronted each other in the living room, two bullets killing the guy immediately. You aimed for his heart, while the black-clad stranger chose to drill a hole in his head. Disgusting…

 “Crazy mother fucker,” you still cringe at the memory. 

Anyway, the moment when the guy collapsed on the ground drawing his last breaths, you and that intruder stood motionless for a couple of seconds to assess one another’s intentions. You remember that at this point your mind was completely blank. Without much thinking, you pulled the trigger, but this sneaky little bastard must have anticipated your hasty decision cause he ducked down and then jumped in your direction, landing basically on you and immediately straddling you. His grip was strong. What really puzzled you back then was the fact that he didn’t kill you, although he really could have just taken out his gun and make a hole in your head, same as he did with this unfortunate guy. It would have been easy, taking into account your shitty mistake. Yeah… He really got you there. Something he’s been continuously reminding you about on every possible occasion. You were struggling for some time, trying to wriggle out of his grasp and somehow maybe still come out completely unscathed of this crappy situation. Not much time had passed, though, and then you heard the sounds of the police sirens. Both of you realising that the party was over, and that it was high time to clear out, ASAP. He let go of you and chuckled a little. You couldn’t see his face because of the balaclava, but without a single doubt he must have been smirking like a fucking madman. He sprang to his feet and run away using one of the back doors. You followed his lead and got the hell out of that place. He was nowhere to be seen, though. You simply lost his track. The mission was a complete fiasco. Sure, the guy was dead, but due to the mess that thwarted your plans you didn’t manage to fulfil the orders completely. You didn’t bring back with you the set of jewellery that had been your sister’s object of desire. Before kicking the bucket, the targeted guy committed one single, but what a grave mistake. The mistake that ultimately cost him his life. He robbed your sister of that fancy necklace and earrings, hoping to get away with it.

 “What a fucking imbecile,” you mutter to yourself, applying a red lipstick on your lips. 

More memories of the past events flowing into your head, and sadly, you have to admit that you really fucked it all up. The outcome was that you didn’t retrieve that necklace. Worse even, you were fucking out-fooled by some other hired killer. And later, it obviously turned out that it had been none other than Min Yoongi. You still remember the day when he appeared in your sister’s office carrying a little silk drawstring bag in his hand. He introduced himself as the man who… Oh my God… Your fist clench at the sheer reminiscence of his self-confident rant.

He said that he was “the man who is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up.” 

He was standing there, looking deeply into your sister’s eyes. Then, he showed you the bag, ostentatiously waving it in front of your faces.

“Do you want to have what`s inside?” he asked. 

Your sister didn’t respond, keenly observing his actions.

“Do you?” he nagged, opening the bag in order to take out the stolen necklace. At this very moment your sister’s eyes were shining just as bright as this breathtaking piece of jewellery. 

“Let me work for you and I’ll give you this and many other things,” he offered, smiling cunningly.

And she agreed. Yes, she fucking agreed. As a consequence, this overconfident prick and annoying jerk, Min Yoongi, has become your co-worker. He has been a member of the gang for almost a year now, pissing you off whenever he just as much as appears in sight. Not to mention the moments when he opens that dirty mouth of his. To your misfortune, he’s one of the most trustworthy people here, and certainly does his job extraordinary well. He’s so full of himself that sometimes you just want to tear him to pieces and make that shitty smirk fade away once and for all, but you can’t. He’s supposed to be your partner, duh. 

“Over my dead body,” the thought flashes through your head, making you frown and cringe. 

You’re also painfully aware of the fact that Min Yoongi occupies your head all the fucking time. An unpleasant and self-loathing feeling creeps over your entire being. You can’t help thinking about him. It’s like the more you try to control yourself the more difficult it becomes. The truth is, you aren’t exactly a good girl. No, not at all. You’ve always teased guys and made them chase you, only to leave them hanging in the end, when you decided you’ve had enough of them. You simply love the feeling of being in power, seeing guys on their knees, ready to cater to all of your whims. Min Yoongi, though… He’s been persistently ignoring you and your presence, something that you’re not exactly used to. He behaves as if he didn’t give a single fuck about you, mocking you all the time and teasing whenever the occasion allows for some little chit-chat. You hate him so much. You despise every single thing about him, and yet… Yet, you keep thinking about him, and it’s all his fault. You know the exact source of your distress. He’s been giving you a roller-coaster ride, being a complete dumb-ass one day and then casually complimenting the way you look the other. Sometimes you’re not even sure if it’s a compliment. He’s been so sly and smug about everything and the way he approaches you that it’s fucking unbelievable. Another flashback troubles your pretty head. The night when he came to your room and kissed you. 

He fucking kissed you. He gripped you roughly to keep you still, and then he fucking kissed you. You were so speechless and utterly shocked you didn’t even know how to react. The kiss was oddly delicate, and should you say, affectionate even? He barely brushed his lips over yours and the grip on your shoulders suddenly became even tighter. He stopped for a moment and then softly licked your lower lip, asking for permission. You let him. You let him do that and shortly afterwards he was pressing you to the wall, kissing fondly and greedily. When both of you were short of breath, he let go, arms still wrapped around you. The look on your face must have been absolutely ridiculous because he laughed out loud, not being able to hold in his amusement.

“You can now close your mouth, silly. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore today,” he whispered tenderly, placing a finger on your lips.

The smug smirk on his face then… You’re going to remember it till the end of your days. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you are completely oblivious to Yoongi’s presence in the room. You jump, startled by the deep and rough tone of his voice that breaks the silence in the bathroom. 

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“My wife wouldn’t ever wear such indecent clothes,” he comments mockingly, eyeing up your figure from head to toes.

“Oh, really?” you question, looking at him and trying to hide your state of surprise. You continue, facing him, “Do I really have to say it out loud how much I care about your thoughts on my fashion choice?” 

He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, “Personally, I think it is not much of a fashion choice if you wear clothes that barely cover your ass.” A smirk follows. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror again, announcing, “No fucks given, Yoongi. Not even a single one.”

He teasingly keeps on bringing up the main idea behind your mission tonight, that is - you and Yoongi pretending to be a happily married couple, attending to a party organised by your gang’s foe so as to steal some data from his private laptop. You lure the guy to distract his attention, and in the meantime, Yoongi takes care of the laptop. Easy, in theory at least. 

He picks up the topic yet again, purposefully trying to anger you even more, “Please, don’t swear. It is not fit for a lady. Not to mention my wife.” He takes a couple of steps towards you, dangerously closing the distance between you. If he reached out with his hand now he would easily manage to scoop you into his arms. 

“Oh, my. You’re so in character tonight, Yoongi. Does the thought of being my husband excite you so much?” you retort, pretending to be busy with fixing up your hair. 

“Who knows? If I worked a bit on that foul mouth of yours then maybe you wouldn’t turn out to be half bad?” he wonders out loud, staring at your expression in the mirror. 

“For fuck`s sake, why does it have to be you of all people? Couldn’t I go on that mission with Jungkook, or Tae Tae?” you whine  while washing your hands, “Anybody, just not you, dammit.” You pull at the towel angrily, wanting to dry your hands. 

“Maybe we’re meant to be? Try to think about this that way,” he chuckles. “I’d rather die a virgin than be with a jerk like…,” you don’t finish your sentence because the moment you feel Yoongi’s hot breath on the nape of your neck your mouth goes dry. Your hands frantically grip on the washbasin when he abruptly tugs on the hem of your dress in an attempt to cover your ass. You would surely lose balance if not for Yoongi’s rough grip on your hips. Nails digging into your skin and then he hisses into your ear, “I told you to cover it up, didn’t I?” He breathes out, annoyed and then takes a step back. Your body shivers a little. He keeps on observing you attentively in the mirror and then he says, “I’m waiting in the car. We’re going to be late if you continue dolling up like that.” He gives you one last look and then turns around, aiming for the door. When you’re left alone in the bathroom you can feel your legs giving up. You slide down and end up sitting on the cold tiles.


The chauffeur opens up the door of the black Bentley as soon as he notices you going down the stairs. You get into the car, sitting right next to Yoongi on the back seat. 

“I’m sure you’re aware how much depends on our close cooperation tonight,” he clears his throat and then carries on talking, “I’ll need you to divert his attention for approximately 10 minutes… Yeah, I think it should suffice.” The driver starts the engine and your body slightly rocks to the back. Yoongi resumes talking, “Providing, of course, that the guy will be stupid enough to leave his office unattended. If there are thugs keeping an eye on his shit then we’re fucked. And this will be most probably the case… Sometimes I wonder if we’re paid enough here. Your sister’s orders are getting more and more ridiculous.” 

“Wait a minute, dear husband. Aren’t you the man who ‘is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up’, hmm?” you question him, sarcastically. “I’m sure we’ll be all fine, right?” you turn your face to smile gently at him. He is visibly amused by your back talk, but he doesn’t ease up on you, “As long as you make sure not to do more harm than good then yeah, I’d say we’ll most probably be all fine, Pretty face.” That seemingly affectionate pet name he’s just used to address you makes your blood boil. Your press your thighs unconsciously, doing your best to hold your emotions at bay. You promise yourself to pay him back by the end of that evening. You’ll turn the tables tonight, no matter at what cost.

When you arrive at the mansion, it quickly turns out that the place is virtually filled to the brim with the owner’s muscle-men. Not a very promising perspective, unfortunately. You’re sipping your drink at the bar when you feel somebody grabbing at your elbow. It is Yoongi. He drags you to the nearest secluded place and pulls you closer to him. 

“I’ve checked the office. It seems we’re going to have a huge problem to get there,” he informs you, looking around to double check if you’re all alone.

“Seems like it’s the moment for plan B,” you respond nonchalantly. 

“What plan B, Baby doll?” he asks, his pupils getting bigger. 

“Just make sure nobody interrupts me,” you shake of his hands and walk past him, disregarding yet another questionable nickname. 

He watchfully eyes your figure and cautiously follows your lead, keeping his distance. To his surprise, you openly approach the owner and initiate a friendly small talk. It doesn’t last long before he can clearly see, even from afar, that the guy is simply drooling over you. The last thing he registers is how you and your target disappear behind the door of the guy’s office. He swallows hard, his stomach clenching in an unpleasant manner. “Mr Min, would you like a glass of champagne?” a waitress politely offers him a drink, but he blurts out furiously, “Get the hell out of my sight, woman.” He walks away, clenching his fists.


Less than two hours later both of you arrive home, your purse hiding today’s mission loot- a pen drive containing data about the guy’s shady business. A victory. A tremendous success, even. All thanks to you. Yoongi can fuck himself. You walk into your bedroom and immediately collapse on the bed, satisfied. Yoongi enters just after you, loudly slamming the door behind him. 

“How did you get that data? I won’t repeat myself,” his voice as cold as ice. 

“In fact, you did anyway,” you start counting on fingers, “like three or four times already?” God, finally. Finally, you’re the one in control, having him in the palm of your hand. You’re fucking overjoyed, eyes sparkling with excitement. Min fucking Yoongi got what he deserved and you’re certainly going to savour this moment. “Yoongi, why are you so tensed? What happened to your good mood, darling? Tell me, you know you can confide in your wife,” you tease, riling him up even more. Hands gently brushing away some locks of hair that kept on tickling your neck. You flash the most bubbly smile you’re capable of making, eyes gazing into his.

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“What the fuck is there on your neck?” he hisses out, making you jump on the bed in alarm.

“My neck?” you ask, totally unaware of the hickey. The look on his face sends a cold shiver down your spine. He comes up to you in three large steps. Your body unconsciously moves backwards, but he catches your elbow and forces you to get off the bed. His grip is so tight and forceful that you whimper in pain.

His nails bite into your arm and the sudden jerk makes you plead him to stop “Yoongi, please!”

“Did you let that bastard touch you?” he asks, doing his best to control his shaky voice. A vein on his forearm swells up, slowly changing its colour into a more bluish shade. 

“Did he fuck you?” he spits out through clenched teeth. 

“No, no, he didn’t. Please let me go!” you cry out, doing what you can to wriggle out of his grasp, but he only squeezes you tighter, bringing you close to his torso. Your eyes meet for what seems to be like an eternity. He looks hurt. You cannot believe in all of that. You want to look away, but he cups your chin with the other hand, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. Does he actually care about you?

He whispers dryly, “You’re now going to fucking tell me what happened in that stinking office and you’re going to give me even the smallest details. Do you understand, or do you want me to repeat?” 

You nod in response, deciding that perhaps now it’s not the time to carry on with the teasing. “Fine, you fucking psycho. I sweet-talked the guy and he took me to his office, hoping to get laid, I presume. When we were alone I teased him a little and…” you hesitate for a moment, thinking about the best way of saying things out loud, but Yoongi doesn’t appreciate this pause and rushes you to proceed with the answer, “And what?” he blurts out. 

“I can’t fucking believe it. Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. I let him kiss me once or twice and then I asked him for a drink. He nibbled at my neck one last time, probably leaving the hickey, and then got up with his ass to take care of the booze. For both of us. I was lucky, because he announced that he has to take a piss. I used my chance and I poured some shit into his drink. He gulped the entire thing at one go, so it didn’t take too long before he was sleeping on the couch like a fucking baby. What else do you wanna know? Eh? Is that detailed enough for you?” you’re almost breathless when you’re done with the story. Yoongi’s piercing gaze makes you feel anxious. What the fuck is wrong with him… You wish you could disappear from this place. His grip loosens a bit, but still, he’s so close that you can feel his hot breath on your cheek. He’s not that tensed anymore, as if a weight was lifted from his heart. 

“Is that supposed to convince me, Baby doll?” the tone of his voice slightly changes, “You’d have to try a little harder.” He smirks, mockingly. You suddenly miss the view from a couple of minutes ago. Insecure and jealous Yoongi is better than that cocky ass. Wait a minute… Is he really jealous? You are determined to check it now. 

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“Actually, you can think what you want. Maybe he fucked me senseless on his fancy desk, maybe he didn’t. Who knows?” you smile playfully, “You have no way of telling.” Your words are like a red rag to a bull for Yoongi who must have run out of patience by now. He pushes you and then you land on the bed, completely bewildered. 

“What the fuck, Yoongi?” you snap at him, propping yourself on the elbows.

“If you are so unwilling to cooperate I, as your husband, feel compelled to examine the things personally,” he informs you while placing his knees on the bed. 

You want to pull both of your knees to your chest but he forcefully grasps your thighs in order to spread them. You blush, embarrassed and furious at the same time. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”, hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push him off you. 

“I know a very efficient way of checking your faithfulness, darling. Just don’t fucking move for a moment. Could you, Baby doll?” he questions, tenderly. 

You want to punch him, but he grasps your hand and pulls you in for a kiss. You forget to breathe for a moment, obviously caught off guard. Unlike the first time, he is very rough and pushes his tongue inside your mouth, without waiting for your consent. His tongue expertly swirls around yours and then he seductively nibbles on your lower lip. He purrs softly, vibrations making you shiver in response. He’s very passionate, the tip of his tongue playfully rolls over yours. You melt into the kiss, mentally cursing Yoongi. Your arms are awkwardly spread on the sheets. What are you supposed to do? Hug him back? You are torn. He can’t possibly get to know how much you are enjoying this. Oh lord, but you’ve been itching to have him do dirty things to you for so long that you can’t take it anymore. His kisses are gradually getting more sloppy and desperate. A hand experimentally sneaking under your dress to fondle with the soft flesh of your thigh. His hand is so cold that it makes you squeak. Yoongi smirks into the kiss. He caresses your inner thigh in a circular movement, light strokes barely touching your skin, yet you involuntarily spread your thighs even wider. He takes that as an invitation and confidently pushes his entire finger into your tight pussy. You groan in pleasure, hands now roaming his body. He muffles your desperate moan with the kiss, but pulls away shortly after. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, totally gone at this point. 

“Baby doll, you’re so tight I seriously doubt that ‘he fucked me senseless’ option” he whispers breathily, lips brushing your earlobe and then he tugs at it with his teeth eliciting a whimper from you. He hooks his finger inside you, moving it in and out of your pussy. Your stomach clenches each and very time he hits the back walls of your vagina. You’re still a bit too dry for such a violent penetration, but he doesn’t seem to care at all and keeps going with sharp, deep strokes. His long finger goes all up inside you and then he puts his thumb on the very tip of your clit, brushing it gently. This is the exact moment when you lose all self-control and jerk your hips, wantonly fucking yourself on his finger. Strangled moans escape your lips as he goes on with the rubbing on this extremely sensitive organ while fingering you. He is in so deep that you can feel this familiar pressure just underneath your belly button. It hurts but you want it to be this way. He’s so violent and unforgiving. You raise your head a little and then you meet his piercing dark eyes, clouded with lust and anger. You look away, sheepishly. Face blushing all shades of red as you close your eyes, not being able to bear that intense gaze. He notices your insecurity and fondly rests his forehead on yours. You’re a bit stunned for a moment, obviously surprised at the affectionate gesture. Right then, he inserts a second finger and you arch your hips to help him a little. He smiles softly, so unlike his usual eat-shitting grin. He fingers you so well that soon enough you can hear these wet, sloppy sounds of your slit getting fucked. You’re sure that by now his finger and hand must be covered with your juices. You’re short of breath, wriggling underneath him as you chase your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around his finger. Just when you’re about to climax, Yoongi withdraws his finger and leaves your pussy clenching around thin air, hips jerking desperately into void. 

You try to grab him and force him to continue as he gets off the bed, but you can’t reach him. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you’re afraid he might actually hear it. In silence, he languidly moves in the direction of the door, which pushes you almost on the verge of tears. You call out his name, voice all shaky, “Yoon… Yoongi!” No response, though. You stand up from the bed, legs trembling as you go after him. You stumble and almost collapse, gripping his shoulders at the last moment and clinging to him in a needy way. You’re afraid to speak because of the lump that formed in your throat. You dig your nails into his back, swallowing a sob. Is he going to leave just like that? He reaches for the doorknob and locks the door. A shiver runs down your spine. 

“What are you doing, Baby doll?” he questions and exhales sharply. 

Then, he places his hands on yours, caressing them tenderly and turns around, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

He purrs softly into your ear “I had to lock the door, I’ve been waiting for too long for this to let anybody disturb us.”

“Fuck you, Yoongi. Seriously, fuck you!” you press your knotted fists into his chest, angry at yourself for losing your cool. 

He abruptly pushes you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head and sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive flesh, as if trying to cover the place of the unfortunate hickey with his own mark. Suddenly, he stops and carefully examines the outcome, frowning his eyebrows. 

He cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, “You better listen now, Baby doll. It was the fucking last time you let anybody touch you, apart from me. Are we clear?” You swallow hard. 

“Are we clear?” he repeats enraged and irritated with your lack of response. You simply nod absent-mindedly, staring at his wet lips. He hikes up your dress, ass and pussy on display, and grasps your leg to hook it around his waist. He starts grinding against your wetted core. Your hips rocking in unison. He pants heavily, lips hungrily looking for yours. He sets up a steady rhythm and you do your best to roll your hips together with him. 

“Baby… Baby I need you naked, so badly,” he murmurs, his hands finding their way under your dress, stroking your back and rolling up the material even higher. Seconds later, he simply rips off your dress, taking in the view of your naked body. 

He grunts, satisfied, “It’s even better than I imagined, and believe me, I had high expectations.” Your ears burn with embarrassment at his blunt words. “Has he been imagining things with me?” you think to yourself, digesting what he has just told you. He takes a step back and you find it hard to stand on your own, without his body pressed to yours. He ogles your perfect figure, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt. You haven’t noticed it before, but now the wall feels so unpleasantly cold that you really wish he was closer again, petting your skin and warming you up. With shaky hands you reach for the buttons. He smiles. 

“I wanted to fuck you so roughly you’d never even think about looking at another guy but if you continue being so cute I doubt I’ll be able to do that, Baby,” he whispers in a low voice, leaving the buttons for you and hastily unbuckling his leather belt. 

“Rough or gentle, as long as you make me cum I don’t really care,” you flat-out state your eagerness which makes him chuckle again. 

Finally, you take off his shirt, admiring his torso and perfect stomach and then you help him get rid of the trousers. You gaze down, eyes glued to his boxers that are drenched with pre-cum. You reach for the waistband, not being able to hold back anymore, freeing his cock from the irritating material. His breath hitches when he feels the cold air on his rock-hard cock. 

“Oh fuck Yoongi,” you instinctively press your thighs together when you lay eyes on his erected penis. 

“Yes, baby doll?” he hums softly, pushing you against the wall again and squeezing your ass with all his force. You bite back a moan, unexpectedly wrapping your palm around his shaft. He loves this and encourages you to go on, gently stroking your hair, “Baby doll, you know… Ahh,” he stutters when you grab his balls with the other hand, massaging them lightly while still jerking him off. He takes a deep breath and continues in a strangled voice, “Do you have any idea, how much I’ve always wanted you to do it for me?” The sinful whisper makes your head feel dizzy. His penis is so slick that your hand easily goes up and down his entire length. Then, you start twirling your finger around the head of his penis. At first slowly and sensually but then you go faster and faster and you can literally feel him throbbing. His knees buckle.

 “You have to stop, now,” he orders, weakly trying to push your hands away.

“Do you really want me to stop? I thought you wanted it oh so badly,” you tease, biting on his collarbones. 

He is so riled up and needy at this point that he violently turns you around and forces you to bend down with your ass high up in the air, hands resting on the wall for support. 

“Sure, but there is something I wanted even more… Can you guess what it is, Baby doll?” he mutters, positioning himself and placing one hand on your hip. 

You can feel as he brushes your clit with the tip of his erection and you moan so loud, pushing your ass back into his erected member. He digs his nails into your hip and you writhe underneath him because of the stinging sensation that makes your body shudder. You lift your ass wantonly and accidentally graze his dick with your soaking wet cunt. 

“Can you fucking stay still, fuck…,” he pleads through clenched teeth. 

“Can you fucking get inside already?!” you start grinding him with your ass to get him going and then he shoves his cock inside you, freezing for a moment to calm down his throbbing member. 

Your tight entrance swallows his entire length and his body goes all tense. You cry out his name, begging for more. He takes a couple of deep breaths and then begins moving in a steady rhythm. After a while, he slides all out and rams back in, barely being able to contain a throaty moan building up inside him. He repeats the rough movement a couple of times, making you feel light-headed. Once again there is that burning sensation inside your belly, and then suddenly, the grip on your hips becomes even more desperate, bruising them and causing you a bit of pain. 

“Ahh… How can you be so tight? Dammit,” he questions in a weak voice.

 His dick relentlessly pounding into you, hitting the right spot each and every time. The sounds of his hips slamming into your heat and your lewd moans fill the room, making you lose yourself completely. He rotates his hips a little and then rams back in, and you almost hit the wall with your head. 

He growls low in his throat, “Baby doll, I’m gonna cum soon, and you’re going to cum with me.” 

Your body twitches uncontrollably, you would come anyway… It’s not like he has to make any special effort. Your legs are not far from giving out and your vision is blurry. The only thing that you need now is to feel his cum filling your pussy. 

Suddenly, he pleads, “Y/N, please look at me. Please, I need to see your face,” the grip around your waist makes your skin burn, you can already tell how fucking bruised you will be tomorrow. 

You look behind, gazing into his unbelievably handsome face. A drop of sweat pours down his forehead, his cheeks are flushed and lips swollen. “Son of a bitch,” you curse him mentally but you can’t help staring at him. 

He smiles fondly and suddenly begs once again, “Baby doll, give me your hand, I want to touch you, ahh.” 

“Yoongi, mhm…,” you squeak, reaching to his extended arm. 

He holds your hand tightly and with a couple of rough thrusts your pussy starts clenching around his dick, the waves of pleasure run through your body. Yoongi moans a mixture of curse words and your name when he rides out his orgasm, cumming into you. He loses his pace, being totally lost and pounds into you erratically, never letting go of your hand. When both of you come down from your high, he gently pulls out his now limp cock from your cunt and embraces you, both of you sinking to your knees. He sits down on the floor and lets you collapse on him, positioning you between his thighs. He strokes your back helping you to relax after this roller-coaster of emotions. His cum drips down your leg and your body shudders. You’re so tired your eyes involuntarily close on their own. 

The last thing you hear before drifting off in his arms is his soft whisper, “Baby doll, you’re only mine.”

BTS Reaction: Them being a Professor/ Teacher and you confessing to them (Hyung Line)

Request: Could you please do the Bts Reaction of them being your professor/teacher and you confessing but with the Hyung Line, pretty please?? I loved your reaction 💕 Thank you.

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Warning: Slight smut

A/N: I got way too carried away, especially with Namjoon’s…#Notguilty


Seokjin (School nurse):

You were in the track and field and you were known as the fastest field sprinter. Today was the day where you were competing with other schools and you were already a nervous wreck. Jin was the school nurse, well known for his incredible good looks and a hot topic in the school. You were a popular patient, coming in his office with simple knee scrapes and minor feet injuries. His window is just outside the track field, giving him the perfect view of you on the tracks, preparing a round of hurdling. Jin hoped you wouldn’t get injured too badly.

The gun fired and you were set, sprinting as fast as you could. You jumped over the first hurdle with no problem and you continued until you jumped over the second one, smiling to yourself after succeeding in it to. As you jumped over the third one, Jin’s eyes widened. You felt one of your feet hit one of the hurdles, causing you to trip and land on the ground hard. Jin’s heart was racing when he saw your face twist in pain and he knew that your foot was in serious pain.

You woke up to a white ceiling in front of you and you slowly sat up and looked around and realize you were in the nurse office. You smiled when you saw Jin sitting behind his desk. You were about to get up when you felt a throbbing pain on your foot. Jin heard your wincing and he shot his head towards you holding your bandaged ankle. He quickly got up and rushed over to you. He was surprised to see tears brimming in your eyes, at first he thought it was because of the pain but it wasn’t when you started talking. “The school relied on me and now I just disappointed them…” You said and it slowly pissed Jin off. He pinned you down the bed and you let out a gasp. “You are not a failure…you never were…” He said and you just wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips on his. His eyes widened but quickly closed and returned the kiss with much passion. His body slowly lowered to rest on your body.

The next day, girls started whispering at the of sight Jin. Walking down the hallway with his usual white coat but his neck covered with love bites. He saw you at one of the lockers and all he could do was send you a wink, leaving you a blushing mess.

Yoongi (Music Teacher):

It was time for the end of the year project and each of your classmates had to choose what type of project they want to do. Some want to make furniture, some wanted to do a research project. You decided you compose your own piano piece, hoping to also impress the good-looking music teacher Min Yoongi. At first, he warned you it will be difficult but you never let that get to you. You slowly gotten closer to Yoongi after every private lesson you had but you slowly pushed the feelings aside.

You were alone in the music room, on the grand piano that lied in the middle of the room to finish off the final part of the piano piece. You were so concentrated in the song that you didn’t here Yoongi coming in. As he entered, a smile graced on his face as he saw you playing the piano passionately. He leaned against the wall, watching you playing your song from behind. As you finally finished, you smiled proudly at yourself. “It sounds beautiful…” You jumped at the low voice and looked behind you to see Yoongi leaning against the wall smirking.

“It’s finally done…” You smiled and he walked over to sit next to you, and slowly played the beginning of your piece. After many private lessons, he already knew how to play your beautiful piece. You played together with him, one tone higher than he was playing, giving out a really nice harmony. As you finished, he turned to look at you and you turned to see him staring at your lips. He leaned in but stopped just inches between your lips, as if he was asking for your permission. You pressed your lips against him, the kiss starting off sweet until it became a full on make out session. You felt his hand slowly sliding from your neck to your inner tighs, slowly caressing it.

“Let’s continue this at my place shall we…?

Hoseok (Dance Teacher):

The dance festival is soon coming up and it is popular for young individuals to show off their dance moves. Hoseok, who was your dance teacher, expected a lot from your group and you were training from morning to late evening. You were slowly getting frustrated at a certain step that you couldn’t get and it was slowly getting late. “Alright guys, you did a great job. Let’s continue tomorrow morning.” Everyone just took their bags and left but you just collapsed on the floor and groan in frustration.

Hoseok was wiping is sweat off with a towel when he heard groaning in the room and placed the towel down to see your body on the floor panting and covered in sweat. The sight for Hoseok was…tempting. He gulped and walked over to you. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” You looked up to see Hoseok looking down and you slowly started to blush. “Oh…um…there is a certain step in the dance that I can’t seem to get.” You said with a frown. Hoseok stretched his arm for you to grab and you gladly grabbed it. “Come on, I can fix that.” He said with a smile.

After a half an hour of working on that specific step, you smiled to yourself when you finally got it right. “Thank you so much Mr. Jeon…” You said and he just smiled in reply. He slowly walked over to you and he was so close that you could feel heat coming from his body. “You have a strong personality Y/N…and I admire that…” You looked up to see his face so close to you, if you leaned a little closer you could just kiss him on the spot. “You confuse me sometimes…” You whispered and Hoseok tilted his head in confusion. “How?” He asked. “Everything you do just makes it difficult to not like you.” You confessed and it took time for Hoseok to understood what you said before crashing his lips on yours. You were shocked at first but you went for it anyways, your hands going up to grab his hair. Hoseok’s hands went to the back of your thighs, wanting you to jump up to wrap your legs around his face and you did. He slowly walked to the mirror until you feel the cool mirror pressing against your back.

He was kissing your neck when he said something that made you all hot and bothered.

“Tell me Y/N. How do you feel about doing it here in a room filled with mirrors?”

Namjoon (School Librarian):

Usually when people mention a school librarian, they normally think about an old grumpy ladies always scolding you for bring in books one day late. But the librarian you had was young, and very good looking, always sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the table and reading a book. You’ve always came to the library for new arrivals, even before Namjoon came to work at the library. Namjoon has seen your presence in the library before and he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was always in his usual reading position, but when you came in, his eyes would leave the page and glance at you.

It was a normal school day and the day new books were coming in the library. You walked over to the new arrival section with a smile but you soon frowned to see the book you were excited to read missing. You turned to see Namjoon in his reading position and you gulped. If you want to know what happened with the book, that meant you had to talk to him.

You slowly walked to him and his nose was still in the book until you cleared your throat and Namjoon looked at you and got so surprise that he almost dropped the book. You looked at the book and realized he was the one reading the book you were looking for. You shook your head and gave him and apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, nevermind…” You were about to walk away when Namjoon quickly got up and grabbed your wrist. “No! tell me what it is?” It was the first time he was talking to you, and he really wanted to engage a conversation. “It’s just…I was looking for the new book that just came here but you were reading it so it’s fine…” You said with a smile and Namjoon quickly let go of your wrist and gave you the book. “Please take it…” “Are you sure…?” He nodded and you thanked him. “Is there anything else you need?” He didn’t want to stop talking to you. “Yeah, im looking for a book about marine biology, its for a biology project.” “I know where it is.” He said before walking off to a certain section and you just followed close behind.

You saw him reach out two books that was lying on the top shelf, which gave you the time to admire his perfect body proportion. “Here” You shook your head and blushed at the thought. “Ah~thank you.” “Are you okay? Your face is pretty red…” He said as he leaned closer to place his large hands on your cheek. You just quickly took the opportunity and pressed your lips against his, his eyes widening but quickly returned the kiss. His hand fell to you ass and squeezed it, a small moan left your lips  and you were thankful there were no people at the section. The light moan made Namjoon seeze the opportunity to use his tongue to fight his dominance against the kiss.

“Finally” He whipered.

I know it’s a pic but damn those arms *^*

Even (Bucky x reader)

Good evening, sinners! On this week’s edition of Smut Saturday, I decided to go with a request that I got a while ago. It’s our dear Bucky Barnes. I hope you enjoy and have fun reading! I love you guys. xoxo

I hope you enjoy anon, wherever you may be. 

Request:  Heyyy can u do a Bucky Barnes x reader were they get a fight and the reader hits him on his private parts…Bucky trembles down right there but he stats acting weird (just to scare the reader) he behaves like he turned into the winter soldier mode and chases the reader like a hungry lion. The reader keeps screaming and Bucky can’t hold his laughter, so when he captures her…you know end it up with smuttttttt

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), metal arm kink

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“What the hell did I do?” You and Bucky had just walked through the front door, your back turned to him as you heard it slam shut. 

“You were flirting with him, that’s what!” He stormed off down the hall towards the bedroom, his face red with jealousy and anger. You two had gone to a club and some wasted guy came up to you and started flirting. He was drunk for crying out loud, and you were sober, so you thought nothing bad would happen. You played along with him, flirting back, watching the tipsy man make a fool of himself. 

“He was drunk! I was sober! I wasn’t actually flirting with him, Buck.” You followed him, your feet pounding down the hallway. “I was getting a laugh out of it, come on. You know I’m not that type of person.” Hurt was in your eyes. You loved Bucky, but sometimes he got jealous and you didn’t know whether or not he trusted you. You always wondered if he actually thought you would do that to him, if you would really hurt him that badly. He was pacing around the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silent. When you realized he wasn’t planning on saying anything soon, you moved from your spot against the door frame, and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. 

“You understand that we’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t talk, right?” The annoyance could be detected in your voice, and still, you got no response. “James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god, if you don’t say something I’m going to-” 

You were cut off by a pained groan from Bucky. As you were going off on him, you had been flinging your arms around at an attempt to emphasize your point. And by doing so, you accidentally backhanded his crotch as he paced past you. 

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You had heard of the famous Ragnar Lothbrok being right here in Wessex, but your father had not allowed you to even see the great Viking warrior. It had certainly put a disappointing spin on your mood. However, you had heard from the servant’s gossip that a young man had also been captured with Ragnar. His son, a cripple, had been locked away just as Ragnar had. This information had your mind spinning - you wanted to visit him, talk to him, learn about his world, but yet here you were, stuck at the dining table with your family.

“Y/N.” Your head shot up as you exited your daydream. “You are awfully quiet tonight. Any particular reason?” You mother, Princess Judith asked curiously.

“Oh, no mother. Just tired that is all.” You replied hastily, placing a piece of duck in your mouth. 

“It seems the arrival of the pagan has placed stress on all of us. It is still unclear what he is even doing here, alone and with no army.” Your father chimed in, his voice stern and filled with disgust at the thought of Ragnar and his people.

“He’s not alone father. His son is here too.” Your brother Alfred pointed out.

“Who? The cripple? It’s not as if he is going to lead an army in through the gates. He is no threat to us.”


You couldn’t help yourself. Your curiosity was too much to contain and so you quietly slipped out of your chambers and headed to the dungeon cells. When you were outside of the cell you pulled out the keys you had swiped earlier and hesitated. This was such a bad thing to do. If anyone found out, especially your father, who knew what would happen to you. It was too late to back out now though and you slipped the key into the door. There was a creak as you pushed open the door and you stayed close to the wall as you slipped inside. Your eyes widened at the sight of a boy, around your age, leaning up against the wall looking at you in alarm. For a moment you both stared at each other wide eyed and frightened before he went to speak. You instantly shushed him with a finger over your mouth and slowly advanced towards him. His eyes followed you with every step you took and you stopped in front of him, eyes darting to the ground silently asking permission to sit with him. A small nod followed and you sat up against the wall next to him. 

“Hi.” You whispered, suddenly consciously aware that he might not understand your language. You were surprised when he replied softly.

“Hello.” There was an awkward pause where you didn’t know what to say, but he was quick to speak. “What are you doing here? Who are you?” Ivar was aware that you were obviously part of a powerful family, probably the royal one considering how fine your white nightgown was, and the smoothness of your skin. You looked like you hadn’t worked a day in your life and to be fair, you hadn’t.

“My name is Y/N. King Ecbert is my grandfather.” This was what Ivar had assumed - that or that you were married to one of Aethulwulf’s sons.

“Why are you here?” He repeated, this time in a more curious tone. Your eyes darted to his.

“I wanted to see you for myself. I was told Ragnar had a son.” You replied. He scoffed and looked away.

“Ah, so you wanted to see a cripple up close. Delightful.” 

“No no. I wanted to see a viking. I’ve never seen one. My father won’t let me see your father so I came to you instead.”

“So I am your second choice.” He retorted, leaving your flustered looking for an answer. “Never mind. I need someone to talk to anyway. It is dull down here.”

You smiled to yourself before looking at him once more. “Tell me about your lands. What is it like in the North? I have heard many tales, tell me more.” You begged eagerly. A small chuckle left his mouth and you missed how Ivar’s lips curled upwards slightly. He began to talk about his village and his family, about his brothers and how much he despised Sigurd and he was surprised that you listened to him, even after you begun to tire. 

Your head had fallen on to his shoulder and eventually to both your surprise your fingers became interlocked with the others, resting in your lap. Ivar turned to look at you as you struggled to stay awake. Your long hair was cascading over your shoulders and down your back, the slivers of moonlight highlighting your figure. Ivar had never seen someone so beautiful in his life and he was wondering if you were a gift from the Gods, or if you were just a cruel trick. He wanted to spend more time with you but he knew that if you were caught in here with him you would be severely punished. So he reluctantly shook you awake and told you it was time to leave. He revelled in the sad look in your eyes as you said goodbye, placing a kiss on his cheek. At least he knew you enjoyed his company as much as he did yours. 

“Y/N?”                                                                                                                        
“Yes Ivar?” You turned around from your position at the door and looked at the viking boy.

“Come back tomorrow?” He questioned, a small flicker of hope in his eyes.

“I promise.” You replied before you slipped out of the cell leaving Ivar to his own thoughts.


gif credit to @mymadnesswon

A penny for a thought

From the wild moor

Red and gold , the banner of the brave house is lazily singing in the wind.
The sun is setting.
The hustling world breathes out a relieved sigh and fireflies light up the darkening land.
Bonfires are cracking in the dull light and embers sparkle in the soft evening air.
Someone is humming the tune of the latest song and low guitar cords mingle into it.

Sitting down you stare into the fire.
Warmth engulfs you and for a moment in time you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of adventure.
Aren’t there mountains to climb and seas to cross?
Aren’t there fights to fight and minds to blow?
Right now you could jump off a plane with a parachute strapped onto your back.
Can you feel it?
The feeling of your heart plunging into your stomach?
The sound of the wind that whips against your body?
Right now you could be walking through a thousand year old forest.
Can you hear it?
The cries of a monkey, calling out for his mate?
The ever existing rush of life in the jungle?

Does it not make you feel drowsy?

Knowing that all that is out there?
Knowing that you have the possibility to grasp immortality just by LIVING!

Does it not make you feel afraid?

Knowing that all that is out there?
Knowing that you are going against the world just by living?

——-

From glen

Blue and bronze, the colours of the wise house are clothing the sky at dawn.
The world awakes.
The darkness is leaving and makes space for the buzzing day.
The first birds are leaving their nests whilst chirping a greeting to the rising sun.
The sweet east-wind accompanies them and fills the air with promising fragrance.

Walking through the dew you look up into the clear sky. Your skin is still covered in goosebumps from the nightly cold but it wakes you up and clears your mind and
for a moment in time you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of philosophy.
Aren’t there minds to fill with knowledge? Aren’t there books to read and worlds to discover?
Aren’t there paintings to finish and poems to recite?
Right now you could use your voice to bring ideas to life!
Can you see it?
A pirate, a knight, a fairy a friend.
You are raising your voice and life streams through the world. In a wirlwind you paint fight and reunions and first kisses and adventures.
You convey emotions and manipulate reality.
Can you feel it?
The power those words hold?
A sentence is enough to end a life. But a word can also let it begin.

Does it not make you feel excited?

Knowing that behind every cover is a new universe to discover?
Knowing that you are creator and destroyer of worlds?

Does it not make you feel scared?

Knowing that you are losing contact to your here and now?

——

From valley broad

Black and yellow, the banner of the steady house flutters on the wind.
The sun is standing high in the sky, leaving warmth and light in its wake.
The world is here and now. The day came swooping in and grasped your hand to run along. Life is pulsating through the arteries of the earth. The trees are groaning and the weeds are dancing. Bees and bears alike are heading out to follow nature’s call into the wild.

Laying in the grass you look up and shield your eyes from the sun, and for a moment you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of perspective.
Aren’t we already sad enough?
Aren’t there little things to enjoy?
The perfect meal, prepared by a friend for a friend?
Watching animals work and realising that they are just as hardworking and down to earth as we are?
Tuning out the world to take care of yourself because you are worth to be looked after, and firstly by yourself?
Can you hear it?
The laughter or you and your friends because you understand the meaning and worth of your friendship?
Can you see it?
How that smile you gave to a stranger made their day because they thought they were hated by or for their own blood?

Does it not make you feel happy?

Knowing that your hardships will be honoured? Knowing that there is more to life than your success?

Does it not make you feel helpless?

Knowing that some people won’t understand the true feeling of joy?

——

From fen

Silver and green, the colours of the proud house adorn the nightly northern sky.
The moon and the stars are carefully watching over the sleeping world.
Silence has drowned out the never ending fuss of the day and finally thoughts are able to wander and sprout and bloom.
Only the wolfs howl in the night, their ancient song of hardship and pride. A tune that is as loud as thunder and trice as beautiful.

Walking through the darkness with only the moon as light you listen to the silent noise of secret life. And for a moment you feel immortal.

A penny for a thought.

A thought of freedom.

Aren’t there already enough heroes in this world?
Aren’t there other people that can be chess figures on a board?
Right now you could be running with wolves and dancing with snakes. You could be swimming against the current and tame the sharks in the water.
Right now you could be proving them wrong and yourself worthy.
Right now you could be reaching for the stars and leave your head in the clouds.
Can you feel it?
When the shackles of oppression fall apart?
When you can finally choose your own way?
The rain on your face, the wind in your hair as you run through the world and pursue your dreams?
Can you see it?
The future that you always wanted?
Painted in the colours of the milkyway, sparkling and bright and never fading.

Does it not make you feel giddy?

Knowing that you can go wherever you want to?
Knowing that you are your own person?

Does it not break your heart?

Knowing that the loneliness can be crushing?

——


A PENNY FOR A THOUGHT.

THERE ARE ALWAYS PRO AND CONS.
BUT BETTER REGRET DOING SOMETHING THAN REGRET NOT DOING SOMETHING.

THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE WHO WON’T APPROVE.
BUT BETTER ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS THAN ASKING FOR PERMISSION.

THE WORLD DOESN’T STOP FOR YOU.
IT WON’T CHANGE FOR YOU.
UNLESS YOU MAKE SURE OF IT WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HANDS.

  ‘ ‘ Imagine being betrothed to Robb Stark and meeting him
  for the first time / PART 2. ‘ ‘

Gif’s not mine, credits to the owner.
A/N: Here’s the second part of this imagine, as requested! You can find part one here. Requests are always open.

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Robb Stark was a magnificent young man, just like your mother told you.
The night before was given a feast in your family’s honor and you met his brothers, sisters and parents. You spent all night talking to Robb, hearing the story of Winterfell, his family and about his childhood. Every time he had looked at you, you had felt like you were in heaven. With his piercing blue eyes, and that beautiful smile of his that made your heart flutter.
Now, just like promised the day before, you were riding with Robb in the woods. 

“ I really like Winterfell. “ you speaked after a quiet silence, smiling sweetly to your future husband. He looked at you curiously, returning the smile.

“ Do you? “

“ Yes. It is not like the South, actually it’s very cold. But I do enjoy being here. “

Robb didn’t say anything, he just laughed quietly. He couldn’t believe that you were gonna be his wife. When his father told him that he had to marry a girl he got angry and felt like all his freedom was soon to be gone. If he had to get married he had to think about his new family first, cherish his wife, have children, and he was way to young for that  or at least, that’s what he thought. After getting to knowing you, the only thing he wanted to do was kiss you, hold you againt his body and make you his. Was this what they called love? When you arrived at a little glade, you got down from your horses. Robb approached you, and you gently interlocked your arm with his.

“ You know, “ Robb started, looking at you. You had started walking beside the little creek that flowed in the woods. “ at first I thought you were just some ordinary lady, but yesterday night you proved me wrong. You are gentle, lady (Y/N), you are a beatiful person and you have a kind heart. Every time I look at you I think about all the beautiful years we will spend together. I… I never felt something like this. “

You stopped, looking at him with glistening eyes. So he felt it too. Now Robb was towering you, and he was looking at you like you were a goddess. His goddess. Your gloved hand went to his strong chest, covered with fur coats and leather. 

“ When my father told me I was going to marry you I was afraid. I thought you were an old lord who would use me. ” you confessed, and Robb laughed a little, shaking his head. His hand caressed gently you red, puffed cheek, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“ You thought I was some old lord, huh? Well, from your look yesterday I could say you were pretty satisfied when you saw me for the first time. ” he quirked a brow, causing you to laugh and hitting him gently.

“ Could you blame me? “

“ Not at all, my lady. “ 

And after these words, Robb leaned slowly and brushed his lips with yours. As like for asking permission, he stopped before you nodded. He kissed you, and oh, was this a kiss. You felt his soft lips moving slowly on yours, and it felt like those lips were made just for yours. The kiss was gentle, a little sloppy, and in that precise moment you knew that you were starting to fall in love with Robb Stark and there was no coming back.

PERMISSION TO MARRY SENTENCE STARTERS. 

❝I’ve come to ask for your permission to marry you’re son/daughter.❞ 
❝Would you grant me the permission to marry your son/daughter?❞ 
❝Do you think your father will give me permission to marry you?❞
❝Have you asked my father’s permission to marry me yet?❞ 
❝I’m going to ask for permission to marry you.❞ 
❝I want the permission to marry you first.❞ 
❝Your father has granted me the permission to marry you. Will you marry me?❞ 
❝Will you marry me? I already got permission from your parents.❞ 
❝I wouldn’t ask unless I had your parents permission, marry me?❞ 
❝I’ve been granted with permission to marry you.❞ 
❝Let’s get married? I will ask for permission tomorrow night.❞ 
❝I ask for permission tonight at the diner.❞ 
❝I have the permission already to marry you.❞ 
❝You asked my parents for permission to marry me? When?❞ 
❝You went and asked for my father’s permission to marry?❞ 
❝My parents would never give you the permission to marry me.❞ 
❝I’m going to ask for the permission again.❞ 
❝I’m not goint to stop until they grant me their permission.❞ 
❝Did they say why they didn’t give you their permission?❞ 
❝You have my full permission to marry my son/daughter.❞ 
❝I grant you the permission to marry my son/daughter.❞ 
❝What makes you think I would give you the permission to marry my son/daughter?❞ 
❝I didn’t know I needed to ask their permission.❞ 
❝Why do we need their permission anyway?❞ 
❝What if we get married without their permission?❞ 
❝I asked for the permission again and they said yes.❞ 
❝I asked for their blessing and they said yes.❞ 
❝I asked for their permission and they said no..❞ 
❝I have your parents blessing to marry you, it’s official.❞ 
❝I will ask for the permission with you.❞ 
❝We can both ask for the permission, together.❞ 
❝I was asking for your blessing and permission to marry your son/daughter.❞ 

💋Drug Lord E (PG 13) [Part 7] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Ethan and Y/N grow closer

Warnings: Drugs/Sexual Assault/Violence/Smut/Blowjob/Daddy Kink

A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan (Also sorry for taking forever to post and this is terrible and I’m sorry)

Part 6

Ethan’s POV

My arms were around Y/N’s torso. She was so cold to the point I could feel her shivering in my arms. I could hear her breathing lightly. This was wrong. This was oh so wrong, but I didn’t want to stop. She rolled over to face me. “Thank you.” She whispered to me as she looked me in my eyes.

“For what?” I asked confused. She placed her hand in mine as our fingers danced together. She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“For protecting me against Nate. And for not killing Justin. I know you still want to.” She said looking down with a frown. I tilt her chin to look up at me. I don’t know if it was the weed getting to me or what, but I kissed her. I just kissed her. She quickly pulled away and looked shocked at me. “What was that?” She asked as I quickly sat up on the bed. I couldn’t answer her. I just looked forward. I was confused out of my mind. Why did I kiss her? I don’t like her. She wrapped her arms around me giving me a hug. 

Originally posted by sensuous

“Ethan…” she trailed off. I turned around to look at her. Her dark eyes looked into mine as my eyes looked to her lips. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid.” She says inching closer to me. I gently pressed my lips to hers again. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I mean I knew I was kissing Y/N, but what was happening with me? I don’t like her. I don’t want to like her. I pulled her on my lap as I deepen the kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist as she doesn’t disconnect her lips from mine. I lean forward as she falls on her back. I move my lips from hers and I trace down her jawline with my lips. “Ethan we shouldn’t be doing this.” She gently pushes my head to single for me to look up at her.

“I know Y/N.” I reconnected my lips to hers. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I kissed her deeply. “I know this is wrong.” I mumbled as I slid my hand up her shirt. “But it feels so right.” I slipped her shirt over her head. She pulled me into her as my face went straight in between her breast. 

“Ethan I want you.” She moaned and I couldn’t agree more. I slid her shorts down so she was just in her underwear now. I couldn’t tell if the drugs were having an effect on me or if I really wanted to do this. I squeezed her breasts earning a moan from her which I smirked in satisfaction. I slipped my hand in her underwear as she gasped again. I pushed my lips to hers hard. I didn’t want to stop. I could tell she didn’t want to either. I could feel myself growing harder. She did a thing that drove me crazy. She bit my bottom lip and pulled back a bit.

Originally posted by lovershub

I leaned back as I threw her shirt to the side. I pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my pants down with my boxers. I looked at Y/N again.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked knowing once I was on top of her I wouldn’t want to stop.

“I didn’t think drug lord’s were the ones to ask for permission Ethan.” She smirked up at me. I raised an eyebrow at her. A side smile appeared on my face as she bit her bottom lip.

“Who are you talking to?” I asked her with my voice low. A smile appeared on her face.

“Sorry daddy.” That’s when I lost control.

Originally posted by couplenotes

I pinned her down as I grinded into her hard. I looped my finger through her underwear and I yanked them down her legs which wrapped around my waist. I kissed her hard again. “Fuck daddy.” She moaned as I sucked harshly on her neck in hopes to leave a bruise for Nate to see in the morning. I leaned up as I pumped myself a few times. I leaned back down connecting my lips to hers. I slid myself inside of her earning a moan from her. I thrusted slowly at first as she grinded her hips into mine.

“Do you like it baby girl?” I asked her as I sucked on her collarbone again earning another, louder moan from Y/N.

“Harder daddy please.” She moaned which I obeyed. I slammed into her a couple times while I ran my fingers down her body to her clit as I rubbed harshly. Which to my surprise, caused her to scream. “Fuck!” She started grinding up into me as I kissed her harshly again while thrusting into her. I could feel myself getting close. I could feel Y/N’s nails digging into my shoulder too.

Originally posted by lovershub

 “Fuck daddy I’m close.” I soon felt my thrusts getting sloppier. I soon felt my thrusts getting sloppier. I felt her jump under me as her body shakes. She started panting while I slowed my thrusts down. I pulled back and looked her in the eyes.

“Get on your knees.” I ordered as I pulled myself out of Y/N and continued pumping myself. “I wanna cum in your mouth Y/N.” With no hesitation she was on her knees as I slid myself in her mouth. She bobbed her head again a few times and I threw my head back. Every so often she would push me in the back of her throat and let out a moan which drove me wild and sent vibrations throughout my body. I held the back of her head and thrusted a few times until I came. “Fuck you never fail to amaze me sweetheart.” I said as she swallowed all of my juices. I helped her stand to her feet as we both climbed back into the bed. To my surprise, she laid her head on my chest. We just sat there taking in everything for a bit.

“So why now? Why the drugs? Why any of this?” She asked breaking the silence between us. I shrugged.“I didn’t mean for any of it to come this far. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt. I started this for fun.” I paused and noticed Y/N was looking up at me the whole time I was talking. Taking in everything I did. “Who’s Sam?” She asked as I felt my heart strings being pulled. I took in a deep breath before decided to talk.

“Sam was my fiance. My first true love you could say. The mother to my future child. You actually remind me of her a lot. You both even have the same mannerisms.” I chuckled to myself. “Sam and I were in love. Well before I was an alpha I was a little beta. New to the whole world of drugs, and I was just having fun.” I took in a sharp breath. “When you make someone mad they don’t come for you, they go to the ones you care about. Your loved ones.” I tightened my knuckles as Y/N placed her hand over mine.

Originally posted by moan-s

“Ethan you don’t have to talk–” I cut her off. 

“No I do. Sam would have liked you.” I smiled as I ran my fingers through her hair. “One night Sam was here with Angie and Gray. They went out to go get some food since Sam was craving some pineapple and bell pepper pizza. I was out collecting some money. Sam was at the house alone. Awhile back I had double crossed someone who knew way more about this business than I did. I shortened him on cash because I was nervous about having a baby on the way. Babies are expensive Y/N.” I said with a pitiful laugh. Y/N stared at me waiting for me to go on. “He had been watching our place for awhile. When Sam was alone, he did it. He snuck in through the kitchen window and shot Sam three times. I had gotten back to the house just as they were leaving. Can you imagine? Seeing the love of your life dead on the ground, knowing it was all your fault she was no longer here. It’s your fault your child won’t have a life.” I tried to hold the tears back.

“Ethan.” She threw her arms around my neck holding me. “It’s not your fault. She’s in a better place now okay? You’re okay.” She said kissing my cheek gently. I nodded and looked up at her.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“When I saw Nate and you on the ground.” I paused as I relieved the moment. “All I could think was that you were in that situation because of me. If it wasn’t for me yelling at you and tearing you down, I don’t think Nate would have tried anything. I should have been there to protect you Y/N and I wasn’t and I’m sorry.” I apologized. A small smile grew on her face. A smile grew on mine when I noticed she didn’t have much of an upper lip. That was one of the first things I noticed when I met her. It was so captivating and personal. Always drew me in.

“It’s in the past. All we do now is move forward okay?” I nodded as I pressed my lips to hers.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

I then heard a knock on my bedroom door. In popped Angie. Y/N pulled the covers over her chest as Angie smiled shyly.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. Grayson says there’s someone at the door.” She says which I cock my head confused. The alarm clock read 5:12am.

“Who is it at this hour?” Angie just stared at me then shrugged.

“You’re going to want to check for yourself.” I stood up and Y/N tried to follow behind.

“No stay back Y/N. I don’t know who it is and if it’s business related I don’t want you getting hurt.” She tried to protest, but I left the room before she could. I grabbed a shirt off the hamper and threw it on. I saw Gray and Alex were in the living room by the door. “Who is it?” I asked confused.

“Someone you’ve been wanting to see.” Grayson smirked and opened the door. I saw Justin standing there in blue jeans and a black graphic shirt.

“What do you want?” I demanded. He tried to walk into the house but I block his way. Alex and Gray standing behind me ready to pounce.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked lowly.


Part 8

PLEASE HELP- I'm scared and Utah law is ruining our lives.

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Here’s the whole story if anyone is interested. we would owe you our lives if you can help us out anything works even 5 cents goes a long way. On top of the charges which can cost up to 3,000 we also have to pay for a lawyer which is another 3,000. I’m only 19 and have no family in Colorado to help me. If you are out there, please find it in your heart to share this post or donate. Thank you so much !

On June 6th, 2017, around 4:00AM (MDT), Jake (passenger) and Olivia (driver) passed a Sheriff’s vehicle at the Silver Reef RD and I-15 junction on our route along California to Colorado. The Sheriff’s vehicle head lights were already on, and, shortly there-after, began to follow our vehicle without pulling us over. We were followed on I-15 for around 8 full minutes before the officer decided to turn on his lights and pull us over.

After pulling off, the officer then came to the passenger side window, and abruptly started treating Jake as if he was conceling multiple weapons under the jacket by his legs. While yelling inaudibly, the officer demanded he lift various clothing items up for him, while he used one hand to hold a flashlight, and another to assist himself with this search.

After deciding Jake had nothing but clothes on, or near his person, the officer stated the reason he pulled us over was due to a failure to signal while changing lanes back at the previous junction (where we originally encountered his vehicle sitting in the median). Acknowledging what the officer had stated, we correctly reply that we’d not changed lanes since long before we passed him, orignally. The officer furthered himself by stating that, even though, we had not changed lanes, we were required to indicate, with our singals, to people merging from Silver Reef RD, that we were not changing lanes. The officer was unable to clarify any questions on how that is physically possible–to stay in the same lane, but use blinkers to indicate that we are staying in the same lane that we currently were already within. We did not pass over any dotted lines.

The officer then proceeded to ask us a couple of questions that somehow lead him to see the inside of Jake’s mouth, where he lost all sense of tact upon believing he had “a green tongue from recently smoking marijuana”. He proceeded to question where we were traveling from/to, in which we responded from Burbank, California to Colorado Springs, Colorado. He went silent for a moment, and quipped that the plates were registered in Ohio… looked at us for a moment, and then stated he could smell traces of marijuana coming from the vehicle.

Immediately upon this revelation, he shouted at us to exit the vehicle as he called for backup. Jake’s statement- I did not witness his first physical interactions with Olivia on the driver’s side of the vehicle. He then came over to me, and shouted for me to stand over 5 feet in front of the car at 4am in the desert. The officer then came over, frisked me, and had me stand in the freezing wind in little more than shorts and t-shirt… all the while, the officer shouted how he had sufficient probable cause to search the vehicle without permission. The officer had a K9, however, it stayed in the officer’s vehicle for the entire stop. The officer did not ask if he had permission to search the vehicle, at any point, and never was permission granted for him to enter our vehicle.

As backup arrived, the original officer proceeded to toss everything out of the vehicle on to the pavement, both behind and on the passenger side of the vehicle. It was easy to hear, from the other side of the vehicle, that the longboards from the car were launched straight into the ground, as was evident afterwards when damage was found on multiple items, including the car’s interior & exterior, the longboards, as well as some memorabilia picked up along our travels. While checking both the inside and outside of the vehicle, the officer tried to break off every compartment our vehicle had. While checking the front end of the vehicle, digging his hands around under the hood, pulling on anything in sight, the car has since made engine noise not previously heard throughout our cross-country trip. While checking the front bumper, he noticed it was cracked near the passenger tire, to which he pulled on, and dug his hands in to, til a distinct cracking sound from the bumper caused him to stop pulling. While on the inside of the vehicle, he yanked on everything trying to get the pieces of the car to come off where they should not. Multiple parts of the interior are now loose, some of which now wiggle freely. The officer also unwrapped a glass pipe that had been purchased in California, still in its original multi-layer wrapping from the glass store it was purchased from–it was a gift for a Colorado friend. Even though it was obvious the pipe had never been used before, I was told we would not be getting it back, along with less than 0.008 pounds of pot (yes, thousandths of a pound, a fraction of 1.0%), and another pipe that had been secured in the glove compartment during our travel back home.

After concluding the hour-long unauthorized search, the cop demanded I clean up the mess stating “so we can get out of here as soon as possible” as he puts Olivia into his cop car. Roughly 15 minutes later, Olivia got out of the cop’s vehicle, and I was called over. The officer asks me if I know my rights, to which I reply kind of, and the officer furthers by saying “like you see on tv. You can deny to answer my questions, and you can have a lawyer” and proceeds to bagger me on why I wasn’t forthcomming about having a green tongue, and why I would lie about smoking when the proof is, apparently, right on my tongue. When asked if I was under arrest, the officer stated “you are and are not under arrest, tonight”.

In summary of my perspective, Olivia and I were legally driving down the road, a cop started following us closely waiting for a mistake, never got a decent enough reason, so he made up a false reason to pull us over, used bad science, such as, “your tongue is green” as probable cause to search our vehicle without consent, ignored any approved drug testings, damaged our property from car interior to exterior, and our possessions, stole an item that, to the best of my knowledge and research, is legal for me to carry in any US State, let alone, every country in the known world, and then the officer got lucky finding a tiny bit of pot while concluding his illegal search from the illegal pull-over.

Worth noting- Olivia and I were pulled over in the same car, at the same time, for the same reason, and only once. She was ticketed first, myself second. Same fines, in both cases, of 1360$ each. Our citations, however, differ massively. According the cop, we were pulled over in largly differing junctions, mile markers, and times (mine states I was ticketed a while before she was, even though they printed Olivia’s ticket a good 15 minutes earlier). From the knowledge of a local cop in my area, this type of illegal cop activity is to create the appearance of 2 seperate pull-overs to inflate a cop’s ticketing quota; the cop was able to make 3.5 grams of marijuana look like it was in two different places at two different times with two different people.“

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Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter]. 

SummaryWidower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Chapter II: “Books”.

Previous chapter(s): 1.”Horses”.

Written by: A.Wölf.

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The next morning when she woke up, she stared at Jeremy who was still fast asleep.

She paid close attention to the way his chest rose with every breath, and gently caressed his eyebrows with her fingertips. Then she reached out and grabbed the book he had been reading the previous night from the bed stand and studied the cover. She knew it like the back of her hand, and it sent her back in time to the very beginning.


Jeremy would always keep his studio door ajar just to stare intently at her.

She and his son, Max, were in the living room working on yet another college project. As much as Jeremy tried to focus on the papers in his hands, every time she spoke or moved, he’d instinctively glance up through his glasses and even find himself smiling when he heard her giggling.

She leaned over the coffee table to write something down and when she looked up, she met Jeremy’s eyes. He was sitting behind his desk, surrounded by envelopes and with a cup of coffee in his right hand which had probably gone cold already. She showed a warm smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear and turned her attention back to Max who started reading a paragraph out loud.

Keep reading

If you RP a healer and you say...

“I can fix your blindness!”

“You’re deaf? I’ll cure it!”

“Don’t worry, I can mend whatever made you mute.”

“Hold still, I’m currently in the process of removing that character trait that you like RPing.”

DON’T.

Are you a Light-wielder? The virtue of Respect dictates that you must only help those who welcome your help.

Do you get help from the spirits of the wilds? Who are you to interfere with the natural order unless the person’s life is otherwise in danger?

Channeling some chi? What you would deem a defect may instead be the source of their personal strength. 

In short, ask permission. No, it doesn’t have to make sense to you. Ask permission anyway.

Lasagna

Spencer x Reader

Requested by Anon.

Warnings: Smut

Have fun reading 💓
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You and Spencer had been dating for almost two years now. Two years without sex. The relationship between the two of you couldn’t be any better. Spencer would call you as often as he could when the team had a new case. You worked at the BAU as well, but more like an secretary than as an profiler. Hotch had offered you a place in their team three times already and acted a little bit frustrated every time you declined. When you first started working at the BAU nobody seemed to notice you. But Spencer always did. You just didn’t notice. One day when the Team was short-staffed , you had to help out the young agent. It wasn’t hard to notice your face was covered in disbelief when he called you by your name. Since that day the two of you would just become closer. Nobody expect Derek judged the two of you because you didn’t have sex. He always asked how a relationship can be healthy without having sex.

You knew Reid wasn’t a virgin anymore as everyone thought. But what not even Spencer knew, was that you never had sex before. Sure thing, you had a small dildo and masturbated frequently, but you never had sex. Thinking about today you lied on your king-sized bed. You went out shopping to buy yourself some hot underwear, since you decided today would be the day the man of your dreams would take your virginity. The crazy thing is you never saw each other naked before. Sure he touched your boobs through a shirt before, but that was all.
Standing up you unzipped your pants and wriggled out of them. Taking your shirt and underwear of you looked your body up and down in the mirror. When the cold air hit your bare skin your nipples hardened instantly. You bit your lip imagining Spencer sucking on them and biting down. Even though you were a virgin, you surely had your fantasies. Luckily you had shaved yesterday, that was a problem less.

Slowly you started taking on the black lace underwear and eyed yourself carefully. You looked hot. Some parts were seethrough and your ass looked bubbly and soft in those panties. After you stopped eyeing yourself up and down you slipped on a cute navy blue dress that stopped over your knees. Spencer would be home any second now. You prepared lasagne in the morning already and would shove it in the oven when spencer comes home. Patiently you sat on the kitchen counter and waitet for your boyfriend to arrive. A glass of wine and five minutes later Spencer arrived. He smiled when he saw you and gave you a small kiss on your cheek. „I prepared lasagna. It will take 40-50 minutes untill it’s gonna be finished.“ You said while shoving it in the oven. „Thanks.. so what are we going to do in the meantime?“ he asked thinking about an anwser already. You gulped when you realised what’s going to happen next and suddenly you felt very hot.

Slowly you reached out for his hand and led him to your bedroom. „What is it Y/N?“ he asked while looking at you a little bit confused. All you did was biting your lip and leaning in for a kiss. As soon as the two of you started kissing he pulled you closer to his chest and let his hand wander over your back. When you noticed that he stopped right before you butt you reached for his hand and placed it on one of your cheeks. He suddenly stopped kissing you and looked at you with wide eyes. „Y/N… what does that mean?“ . Silence. After a few seconds of silence you just turned your back to him and took a deep breath. „Spence..would you be so kind and … take my dress off?“ . He definitelywas speechless. But he did aa you asked him to and unzipped your dress. His eyes becoming darker with every inch that revealed more of your skin. He automatically freed your shoulders from the dress as well and it fell to the floor.
Stepping out of the dress you turned around and bit your lip when you saw him staring at you. „Can I touch you Y/N?“ he asked longingly taking a step towards you. „Spencer. I want you to touch me. I’m waiting so long for this to happen.“ As soon as the words left your mouth he started kissing your neck and rubbing your back up and down. A gasp escaped your mouth when you felt his hand staring to rubb you through your panties.

You felt your legs tremble when he increased the pressure on your clit. „Let’s lie you down onto the bed Y/N, you can barely stand already…“ he said carefully pushing you on the bed. When he gripped your panties and asked you for permission you stopped him shyly. „Spencer.. before we start..doing this, I need you to know something.“. He looked at you lovingly and kissed your nose. „What is it?“.

„I’m a virgin Spencer..“

He looked shocked. „W..wait. you’re a virgin Y/N? So.. you want me to take your virginity?“ . You nodded and blushed a little. „Good.“ Spencer said and licked his lips. „Let me love you then“ and he pulled down your panties. Slowly sliding his finger through your folds he looked up at you grinning. „So wet for me already?“ Moaning you spread your legs for him. „That’s my girl“ he said and flicked his tongue over your clit. Softly sucking on the nerve bundle he slipped a finger inside of you and started moving it slowly. You openend your mouth, heavily breathing and gripping hard onto the bedsheets. This was beautiful. The dreams were slowly becoming real and you loved it. Spencer eating you out felt even better than you could have imagined. He slipped a second finger in and bumped them in and out at a fast pace. „ do you like that?“ he asked you , looking up and smiling at your red face. „You know I did read a lot about this , so I guess I’m quiet good at this aren’t I?“ .. you nodded again and took a sharp breath in when he pulled his fingers out. „ I wont make you suck my dick today for two reasons“ he said unhooking your bra. „First, because you are a virgin“ Spencer whispered while leaning closer to your ear. „And second, because I can’t wait any longer to shove my cock inside you.“ He whispered in your ear licking his lips. You shivered and moaned when he started massaging your now exposed breasts. „God you are so beautiful Y/N“ … It felt like you would explode any second now. His words were driving you insane! Your eyes widened when you saw his cock spring free after he pulled down his boxers. „Fuck Spence. You’re huge!“. You whispered while watching him starting to rubb his tip at your entrance. „Thank you Y/N, but are you really sure you want this?..“ you nodded in response, unable to say anything because of your excitement. Slowly he started pushing his cock inside you, a groan leaving his lips as soon as he started moving in and out. „Shit Y/N you are so tight!“. Moaning you let him stretch you and thanked god he was so kind to let you adjust to his size. You gave him an ok so he could start moving a bit faster and after a few minutes you were begging him to go faster. „Spencer please, faster!“ you pleaded and nearly screamed when he started thrusting in you as hard and fast as he could. „ Oh Fucking FUCK , Spencer !“ you moaned when he hit your G spot. When he noticed he was hitting the right place he slowed his pace and started thrusting harder instead. You noticed him getting a bit sloppyer and felt your sight getting blurry. Your legs started to temble and your walls started to tighten around his length. „Fuck Spencer I’m…“ you couldn’t even finish as you came hard over his cock. The wetness under your butt getting stronger because of the enormous orgasm you just had. It didn’t took spencer long as he came inside you as well, moving slowly at the end and moaning your name while clenching the bedsheets beside your head in his hands.

After a minute he rolled over and looked at you. „How…how was it?.. Because 95% of all women say their first time having sex wasn’t really as good as they imagined.“ He rambled and looked concerned at you. „It blew my mind!“ you said smiling widely and feeling super happy. „Thank you Spencer“
A few minutes later while still feeling exhaustet you looked a bit confused. „Wait. Why does it smell…..burned?“ as soon as the words left your mouth you jumped up and ran in the kitchen followed by spencer. „ For fucks sake!“ you laughed and looked at him smiling „totally forgot about the lasagna. Nah worth it. Let’s just order take out !“