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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.”



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


“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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A mission with Yoongi

Genre: Smut

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


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.


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.

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

“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. 

Originally posted by jjks

“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.”

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?






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. 

“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

  ‘ ‘ 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.

A Brother’s Blessing (Sirius)

Based on this post I made

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‘We have to tell him.’
‘I don’t think it’s such a good idea’
‘He’s going to find out sooner or later!’ 
‘Better later.’ 
‘He might as well hear it from us straight off the bat.’
‘I’m telling you this is a terrible-’ 
Remus opened his door to see you and Sirius mid whisper-argue. ‘You know I can hear you.’ He said blatantly. You smiled, walking past your older brother into his room, Sirius hot on your heels. ‘So what is it that you need to tell me?’ Remus closed his door and leaned against it, his arms folded. ‘Well,’ You started, looking to Sirius for support, ‘We just have some news.’ You said. Remus raised an eyebrow. ‘Well?’ 
You gave Sirius a quick nudge in the ribs. ‘Ow!’ He cried, ‘I didn’t want to do this, so you have to tell him!’ 
‘Oh yeah because that’s how relationships work!’ You rolled your eyes. 
‘WHAT!’ Remus cried and your heart stopped. There was a pregnant pause where Remus tried desperately to get his head around what he just heard and you and Sirius tried to think of a way to make it less awkward. ‘Surprise?’ Sirius shrugged. 
‘No!’ Remus said, ‘No, absolutely not!’ 
‘Look Rem,’ You said, sitting down on his bed, ‘We’re not here to ask for your blessing, or whatever. We’re here to tell you what’s what and then leave.’ 
‘No!’ Remus exclaimed making Sirius jump slightly, ‘Y/N, you can not date him! He’s completely evil!’ 
‘I’m standing right here.’ 
‘He’s your best friend!’ You said, throwing your hands in the air. 
‘Yes. So I know more about him than you do.’ 
‘Oh really?’ You smirked, ‘So you know what a great kisser he is then? You know what a great-’ 
‘-I’m gonna stop you right there, babe.’ Sirius said.
‘Babe? No, this is too weird you guys have to stop this.’ 
‘No, Remus! This isn’t your decision! We’re not asking for permission. We’re just telling you here and now because if we left it a minute longer than James was bound to tell you.’ 
‘James knows?!’ Remus cried. Remus opened his mouth to speak again when his barn owl flew through his open window. A letter tied to his leg. As Remus untied the letter you noticed something. ‘Is that-?’ 
‘-A howler.’ Remus nodded. 
‘Open it mate.’ Sirius said, sitting on the bed next to you, the two of you enjoying this far too much. A look of confusion on his face, Remus slowly opened the Howler until it exploded- 
‘Dammit James.’ You shouted at the Howler as it tore itself up. Remus hung his head, leaning against his desk. ‘You can’t kiss in front of me!’ He said, turning on you both. ‘And I don’t want to hear any…details.’ He said, looking to Sirius who motion his lips being sealed. ‘And just because you’re together it doesn’t mean you can tell her…what we get up to.’ Remus said, again to Sirius. 
‘Oh Remus I already know you guys are animagi.’ You rolled your eyes, standing up, ‘And no Sirius didn’t tell me, it’s obvious.’ 
‘Get out.’ Remus sighed. Sirius stood up and hugged his friend affectionately. Remus shrugged him off but you could see his eyes twinkling. ‘And no sharing a bed under my roof!’ Remus cried after you before shutting his door. ‘That went well.’ You shrugged. 

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So this is terrible but I like it.

Here is the summary~~

Jon and Damian have been happily dating for a couple months now.

There is only one problem.

The fucking Joker

Tagging @fishfingersandjellybabies cause I’ve tagged her in the other two and I think she might want to know what’s in store for our two dorks next.


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Jungkook isn’t bold nor confident with his kisses, but there’s something in the way he subtly catches your gaze with his wide eyes that makes your chest expand every time he tries to kiss you first. How he leans in slowly towards you, which causes his fringe to fall over his eyes as he looks at your lips. But his self-consciousness is what makes him suddenly stop halfway in these moments, as a way of asking permission in case you didn’t want to kiss him back. But of course, you always kiss him.


Title: Raspberry

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 988

Warning: smut!

Request by Anon: Ok so I read like a imagine kind of thing where they said imagine u and a guy friend r lying in bed and then u start having a tickle fight and he flips on top of you with ur hands above ur head and lifts ur shirt and gives u a raspberry on ur stomach and ur laughing and then the raspberry turns to kisses and he trails down to ur shorts and he stops and looks at u asking for permission and u nod and then u guys become more then friends! I was wondering if u could that with dean and the reader?

A/N: Anon I hope you are reading this and liking it!! Enjoy!!


“Ugh, dude move over!” Setting down the bowl of popcorn and licorice you shoved Dean to the side. “You’re always taking up too much space!”

“Hey! It’s not my fault you’re a tiny Oompa Loompa.”

Rolling your eye’s you sat down next to him, getting comfortable. “Seriously? You couldn’t think of anything better?” Dean pressed play on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory as he grabbed a licorice rope.

“Nope,” with a stupid grin he ripped off a piece and threw an arm around you. Dean was always sweet like that and let you use him as a human pillow. Circling your arms around his waist you nuzzled into him, taking a deep breath, savoring the moment.

Throughout the movie your thumb brushed up and down his side, slowly moving his shirt up. When your thumb grazed his skin you practically flew off the bed Dean spazzed so badly. “Damnit Y/N! Don’t do that!”

“Someone’s a little ticklish huh?”

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Take it out on me

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 1,603

You walked in the front door of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Chanyeol, sighing as you kicked your shoes off and dropped your stuff on the floor. “Y/n-ah?” Chanyeol called from your bedroom. You rolled your eyes as you looked at the counter full of dirty dishes in the kitchen, ignoring your boyfriend. He came out of your room with a confused look on his face. When he saw you, he smiled. “Hey, jagi, how was your day?” He asked cheerfully. You scoffed before looking up at him

“Chanyeol, you couldn’t even do the dishes before I got home?” You asked, frustrated with how your day was going. His expression dropped at your tone.

“Y/n… I just got home. Like 5 minutes ago.” He explained as you glared at him. You shook your head and pushed past him to the bedroom. He turned and watched as you closed the door behind you. Once in your room, you changed into a white tank top and light blue fuzzy pajama shorts. You plopped yourself down onto the bed and snuggled into the pile of blankets to take a nap.

When you woke up, you made your way back out into the kitchen to get a drink. You saw that the counter, that was previously covered in dirty dishes, was now cleaned off and all the dishes were clean. You shrugged it off and got yourself a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Hey…” Chanyeol said softly behind you. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him in response before leaving to the living room. “Jagi, did I do something wrong?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turned toward you. You stopped in your tracks and took in a deep breath.

“I just want to relax, Chanyeol.” You sighed before trying to continue to the couch. When you took a step forward, Chanyeol grabbed your wrist, spinning you around into him. You gasped as you came in contact with his chest.

“Please tell me what I’m doing wrong.” He whispered, tears building in his eyes. “You’ve been ignoring me for a week, Jagi. Please tell me.” He begged, a tear streaming down his face. You sighed, your heart dropping at the pain you were causing him.

“It’s not you, Chanyeol. It’s me.” You said quietly, looking down to avoid eye contact. He gripped your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Talk to me, babe. Please,” his voice cracked as he spoke, “I love you so much. I can’t lose you.” You smiled softly, wiping away his tears with your thumbs.

“I’m not going anywhere, Chanyeol. I’ve just been having a rough time at work. I’m so sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I’ve just been so frustrated at work lately.” You apologized, looking down again. Chanyeol tipped your chin up once again, this time crashing his lips onto yours. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you to your bedroom. He started biting and kissing your neck as he walked. ‘Ch- Chanyeol, W- what are you doing?“ You asked, confused.  

"Take it out on me, baby.” He breathed against your ear, sending chills over your skin. He laid you down on the bed, hovering over you. The light of the moon was just bright enough for you to see the seductive look on your boyfriend’s face. He winked before kissing you and grinding his hips on yours, a moan escaping your lips.

“Chanyeol” You sighed as his hand slid into your shorts. He smirked at your reaction, easily slipping a finger into you.

“Relax, baby. Tonight is all about you.” He whispered, kissing a trail down your neck to the cleavage exposed by your low cut tank top. He pumped his digits in and out of you rhythmically as you arched your back. He bit your stomach over your shirt on his way down your body. You whined when he pulled his fingers away to pull your shorts and panties off. “Shh don’t worry, jagi.” He smirked before pulling you to the edge of the bed so your knees bent over the side.

You sat up on your elbows, looking down at him with confusion. “Chan-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan as your boyfriend dipped his head between your legs, licking you slowly. You gripped the sheets as his tongue drew all of the tension out of your body. The feeling of his tongue swirling around between your legs had you a moaning mess. Moans of his name mixed with explicit words left your mouth as his worked magic on your clit. He hummed into you, sending you over the edge and making you scream his name.

“Keep it up, baby, and all the neighbors will know my name.” He smirked, licking his lips as he climbed back onto the bed, hovering over you. Your eyes were half open as you stared up at him, trying to control your breathing. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before sitting up on his knees and pulling his shirt over his head with a smile on his face. You bit your lip, sliding your hands over his chest as he leaned back down. You could feel the excitement in you building up again as you stared into his dark eyes.

“Oppa,” you said, your breathing returning to normal. Chanyeol smiled at being called oppa by you.

“Yes, beautiful?” He asked, brushing hair away from your face before leaning down and kissing your cheek. He lingered there, making you smile.

“Are you ready?” You asked. He pulled away from your cheek, studying your face for an answer.

“For what?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. You pulled him down for a quick kiss before switching your positions. Smiling down at him, you slowly took your shirt off, tossing it to the side. Chanyeol stared up at you, biting his lip with anticipation. His hands slid up and down your sides before settling at your hips. “You look amazing.” He whispered, not taking his eyes off of you. You smirked, reaching behind yourself to unhook your bra. Once your bra was on the floor, Chanyeol’s hands slid back up your body and stopped before his favorite part. You smiled, knowing he wanted to ask permission to touch them. Leaning down, you kissed him passionately. His hands slid up and down your back as you rolled your hips on him, the friction of his joggers along with his erection driving you wild.

Chanyeol was usually timid in the bedroom, wanting your permission for everything he did. But tonight he was the Chanyeol everyone saw on stage. The Chanyeol who snapped his hips and rolled his body to the songs his band made like he was a stripper. You sat up, taking his hands and placing them on your chest. “I want it rough tonight, oppa.” You whispered with a wink. He raised an eyebrow at your request before sliding one of his hands around to your ass, smacking it loudly. You bit your lip as you jumped at the feeling.

“Oh yeah?” He asked with a smile. You nodded at him, grinding your hips down. He smirked, pulling you up onto his abs before kicking his pants and underwear off with your help. “Ride me, jagi.” He said deeply. You quickly lined yourself up with him, sliding him into you. You closed your eyes at the wonderful feeling, remembering how much you missed it this last week. He groaned in pleasure before gripping your hips tightly, trying to get you to move in any way.

You started bouncing up and down as his fingers pressed harder into your skin. “Jagi,” he barely got out with a strained voice. His hands slid up your back as he sat up, kissing you hard on the lips. He pulled you back down with him, kissing and biting your lips. He smacked your ass once again before rolling over on top of you. “My turn.” He growled, slamming into you. You whimpered, wanting more. He continued snapping his hips into you harder and harder with each thrust.

“Oppa!” You moaned loudly, pulling on his hair as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming on. He smirked, leaning down to suck hickeys into your neck and breasts. “Fuck, Chanyeol.” You breathed, trying to contain yourself, but failing. The intense feeling coursed through your body, stealing all your energy. Shortly after, you felt him bite your shoulder before you felt him  throb inside you, finishing. Before rolling off of you, Chanyeol kissed the bite mark, then your lips.

“I love you, Y/n.” He breathed, staring up at the ceiling. You smiled, rolling over on your tummy.

“I love you too Chanyeol.” You whispered as your eye fluttered, struggling to stay open. He smirked, reaching over and placing his hand on your back. He slowly rubbed it before gently patting your butt.

“Baby, you can always talk to me, okay? I don’t like it when you ignore me.” He explained, worried.

“I know. I was trying not to take it out on you and I thought ignoring you was the best way.” You admitted, regretting your decision to ignore him.

“Just talk to me, jagi. Tell me what’s bothering you and I’ll do anything I can to make it better.” He said, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You scooted closer to him, lying your head on his chest. “Thank you.” You whispered before falling asleep to the sound of his heart beat.

Goblin kdrama fan fiction: A Night to Remember

Synopsis: What really happened after that hot make out between Shin and Eun-tak when they returned to Canada. An unforgettable hot night shared between two lovers who reunited and defied age, time, and the gods. 

  • Pairing: Kim Shin x Ji Eun-Tak
  • Word Count: 2,568
  • Genre/Triggers: Mature, NSFW, Uhhh what else do I say??? lol

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Otayuri Headcannon: The Perfect Gentleman

- Otabek is literally the perfect gentleman

- He goes to Russia and asks Yuri’s Grandfather permission to date him. He also makes a stop at Viktor and Yuuri’s apartment to ask their permission after all, they are Yuri’s skating parents and also because Viktor would be hurt if he didn’t ask him

- Before they kiss for the first time Otabek asks, “is it okay if I kiss you?” and Yuri just kisses him in response

- He literally opens every door for Yuri which Yuri pretends to hate but secretly loves

- Viktor constantly texts Otabek threats about destroying his boy’s innocence which infuriates both Yuri and Yuuri to no end, but Otabek admires his concern and reassures him that he would NEVER 

Every time Viktor threatens Otabek, Yuuri just says “we fucked after knowing each other for like three weeks you hypocrite, leave the poor boy alone” 

- The first time Yuri says I love you, Otabek literally swoons and sends him bouquets and chocolate every day for like three weeks after

- Otabek doesn’t even let them sleep in the same bed before Yuri is eighteen. Even when Yuri comes to Kazakhstan to visit him, he makes Yuri sleep in his bed while Otabek takes the couch.

- Even though the age of consent in both of their countries is 16, Otabek and Yuri wait until he turns 18 to finally have sex 

Which Yuri was prepared for by the awkward sex talk Yuuri gave him that he hated at the time but turned out to be useful

- When they do have sex, Otabek is gentle and caring making sure it feels good for Yuri

- The morning after Otabek cooks Yuri breakfast in bed

- Otabek sends Yuri flowers and gifts for almost anything like the anniversary of when they first held hands or when they first went swimming together

- When Otabek gets down on one knee to ask Yuri’s hand in marriage, he fucking sobbs because that’s just how much he loves him

- After they get married literally nothing changes, Otabek still keeps opening the doors for Yuri except something did change Otabek’s last name. Otabek takes an extreme amount of pride in his new last name: Plisetsky. When some news outlets’ refer to him as Otabek Atlin, he fucking loses it and starts a twitter with the sole purpose of correcting the people who get his last name wrong. He only ever tweets about Yuri and his married name. He doesn’t even follow people back, except his husband. This makes Phichit angry Slowly but surely his twitter account changes over to an endless stream of tweets about the children Yuri and he adopted

- Otabek gets nominated for Best Dad but when he wins he says, “I do not deserve this award, but my husband Yuri does” and gives him the trophy

- He never stops opening doors for his Yuri throughout all of their years together and buys him flowers and gifts all the time 

anonymous asked:

Help meeeeeee. All my friends are tall and they pick me up and when I tell the to fuck off they say 'Hamilton! Such foul language! You should be ashamed.'

Oh no! Well, friendship is fuckin weird, dude. If you really don’t like it, ask them to stop. If they don’t … I give you full permission to challenge them to a rap battle and win.

“I’ll see you again.” (part 24)

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader)

Note: This is the 24th part to this imagine so make sure you check out the others! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy!

Date published: April 18, 2017

Warnings: mentions of abuse, and WAY too much cuteness to handle

Year: December- 1926

Part: twenty-four of ?



The next morning you felt a lot better. You still had a small fever, but your head had stopped aching and your appetite was back. Credence was so excited that you were hungry for breakfast. You both laid in bed that morning on your backs, holding hands, when you stated that you were hungry. Credence told you to stay here and he’ll fix breakfast. He was absolutely adorable as he slipped out of bed, hair a big mess, and went downstairs to start cooking. You laid there as the smell of eggs filled the apartment. About half an hour later he came up with a tray of food. He set it in the middle of the bed and sat at the end. You sat up and looked at what Credence had fixed for the both of you. There were eggs, toast, and fruit. All things he had gotten at the store the day before. You gave him a proud smile and thanked him.

As you ate you held each other’s hand from across the bed. Your fingers were wrapped around his hands. There wasn’t much conversation, but the silence was comfortable.
“Credence?” You said after the tray was empty. He looked up at your kind face. “You take such good care of me.”
He blushed at your words and looked down with a shy smile on his face.
If he was being honest, he had always wanted the opportunity to take care of you, like you did for him. He felt as though it was the only way to attempt to repay you for everything you had helped him through.
“So, you feel better? You’re not sick anymore?” He asked with concern in his voice.
“I feel much better.” You smiled. “I’m going to shower and get dressed. I think It’ll make me feel a lot better.”

After you were ready for the day you came out of the bathroom to see your bed perfectly made and your room completely clean. You smiled to yourself as you walked down the cold, metal stairs.
Credence sat at the kitchen table, drawing. He looked up at you and asked, “You feel better?”
“Much.” You nodded.
He smiled and went back to his drawing. You went over and hugged his back, resting your head on his shoulder. His stomach flipped at your gesture, sitting stiffly in his chair.
“I love that you love to draw.” You told him as you looked at the picture he was drawing. He sat there for a minute, biting his lip in thought.
“I’ve- I’ve never seen any of your drawings b-before.” He said, shyly.
“Oh, you’re right.” You said, standing up straight. He watched you as you walked to the shelf in the living room. You took down a stack of big black notebooks and walked back over to the table, placing them in front of him. You sat down in your chair across from him.
He stretched out his hand to touch one of the books, but stopped and looked up at you, asking for permission. “Of course.” You said kindly. He picked it up with so much care and placed it in front of him.
He began to open it when you said, “That’s my first one, so don’t laugh too much.” He smiled at you and continued to open the book.
He turned the pages so carefully and looked at your drawings with so wander.
It made you so happy that he cared so much about your drawings. You loved art and it was such a big part of your life.

After he had looked through all of your sketchbooks you thought about something. “I have some blank canvases up in my room.” You told him. “Have you ever tried to paint?”
He shook his head in response.
“Well, that’s what we should do today!” You said, starting to go upstairs.

You came down a few minutes later, carrying some canvases and paint supplies. You set them on the floor, in the middle of the room. Then you spread out an old sheet with paint stains all over it. Credence watched you curiously.
“Come on.” You said, sitting down on the sheet. He sat down across from you, looking around at all of the paints and brushes. You handed him a canvas, smiling at him. “I-I’ve never painted before.” He stuttered.
“It’s not much different from drawing.” You stated. “I almost like it better. All the different ways you can do it. I just love it.” You were searching through the paints as you spoke. Credence was looking at you and they way your eyes lit up when you spoke about the things you love.

A little while later you and Credence were painting away. You didn’t speak much, you were both so focused.
“You know when I was younger, art was all I wanted to do.” You said, breaking the long silence. “I didn’t really have friends growing up, so art was what I turned to.”
Credence moved his gaze from his canvas to your face. You didn’t look up at him, you just continued to paint.

“I really wanted to be an artist when I grew up.” You paused.
“Why didn’t you?” Credence asked, shyly.
“I don’t know. I guess it wasn’t that practical.” You trailed off, your eyes finally meeting his. “This is the first time I’ve painted or even drawn in a long time…. I just haven’t had time. Things have been so crazy.” You said.  Credence felt sadness at what you had told him. He could tell art was everything to you and he was the reason you hadn’t done it in a while.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, looking down.
“Yeah, it’s fine… At least I’m doing it now!” You said, looking up at him. He looked truly sad and you realized he was actually apologizing.
“Credence, no. It’s not your fault.” You said sweetly.
He looked up slightly and you noticed tears had formed in his eyes.
He blinked and one fell to the ground.
“Credence.” You sighed. “Please don’t think it’s your fault… I just haven’t had a lot of free time lately.”
He just sat there in silence, his head head bowed.

“How’s your painting coming?” You asked a few minutes later, hoping to make him feel better.
“Fine.” He quietly said.
“I can’t wait to see it.” You smiled at him. He looked up at you and attempted a smile.

A bit later you both had finished your paintings. You turned them around at the same time to reveal them to each other. You had painted a beautiful, rainy city with two silhouettes standing under an umbrella.
Credence had painted a beautiful sky with clouds. “It’s beautiful!” You exclaimed.
“You had said your favorite color was the sky, so…” He said shyly, not meeting your eyes.
“Well, I love it.” You smiled.
“Yours is amazing.” He told you.
“Thank you.”

Later that evening you and Credence were cuddled on the couch. The paintings sat side by side on the floor by the fireplace. You both looked at them as you held each other. Your head laid against his chest as his arms wrapped around you.
“I really love your painting.” Credence started. “It reminds me of when we…” He paused, feeling his cheeks blush.
“Reminds you of what?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Of when we- when we first kissed.” He mumbled.
“That’s what it is.” You smiled at him. “That’s what I painted.”
You both looked back at the painted, admiring it and remembering the moment you both treasured so much.

“You know,” you said a while later. “that was my first kiss too.” You felt your stomach flip at what you had just said. Admitting that to him, talking about that moment made you flustered.
“Really?” He said quietly.
You nodded, pressing your lips tightly together. “I’m not the type of person to throw myself at anyone. I’m the type of person who wants to save my first kiss for the man I marry.” You didn’t know where that came from. You felt your face burn from what you had just admitted. “Credence, I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what else to say. You had never talk about marriage with him before. You didn’t know what he thought about it and if he even wanted that with you.

Sitting in the quiet, you both didn’t move an inch. You were beating yourself up in your head for telling him that. You probably ruined everything and any hope of him being more with him than what you are now.
“Credence?” You said quietly. It felt like an eternity since you had last spoke. You both finally moved a little. You sat up a bit, adjusting yourself to see his face. “I didn’t mean to say that…. I didn’t mean to rush anything.” You spoke quietly as you stared at your lap, not daring to look him in the eyes.
“It’s okay.” His voice was just above a whisper. “Do you- Do you want to talk about it?” You said in a shaky voice.
“We can.” He said quietly.
You took a deep breath and began.
“I know we haven’t gotten that far in our relationship, but I do think this is something we need to discuss… We can take our time.” You said. “I know you’re probably not ready for something like marriage and that’s okay. We don’t need to rush anything. But… All I know is that I love you.” You finally moved your gaze to his eyes. They looked completely terrified.
He loved you too, more than anything. But he knew he wasn’t ready for something like that.
“Credence, we don’t have to rush.” You said, scooting closer, placing your hand on his arm. You could tell he was scared. He nodded, feeling tears pour into his eyes. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek, wiping away tears. “I love you, Credence.”
“I l-love you too.” He stuttered.
He then closed his eyes, and moved closer to you, his lips meeting yours.
You put your other hand on his other cheek, holding his face as your lips touched.
He pulled away and you rested your foreheads together. “I do want you, Y/N. But not yet. I’m not strong enough.” He said, placing his hand to your face.
“Take your time, Credence. I’m not going anywhere.” You smiled at his sweet words, feeling happiness spread through your body.

To be continued….


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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.”


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.

20 - AU

Request: “Vampire Van”

For @storiesaboutvan and @lennonsjohn

This was a challenge, never written fantasy before and it’s clearly not my forte so my apologies. But hey I gave it a shot. Hope you like it and it somewhat lives up to your vampy van dreams. Thanks for the support guys xx


The bar was a gothic heaven. It was dimly lit, with deep mahogany furniture and a black chandelier. It was kinda beautiful actually? The fire crackled in the corner and it felt warm on your skin as you walked by. It was inviting; being here alone was a better option than drinking alone at home anyway. You hung your coat over the back of the bar stool and ordered a glass of red wine to ease off the stress of the day. When the bartender brought it over to you, you said thank you and stared down at the red liquid, clinking your fingernails on the base of the glass before taking a long sip. You almost drained the whole glass.

“Slow down love,” a smooth voice teased and you jumped slightly; you didn’t notice anyone come up behind you.

“Shit, you scared me!” You laughed.

“Sorry. I tend to do that to people,” the guy smiled, flashing his striking pearly whites. You couldn’t help but swoon a little.

You put your wine down and spun to look at him properly. He was like, actually beautiful. His soft brown hair fell in slight waves around his face and it was parted just off the middle. He had clear pale skin and only the smallest bit of light brown stubble on his jaw line. His piercing blue eyes seemed to be staring into your soul and oh god, those eyelashes. You noticed his black velvet jacket that clung to his body perfectly; a strange fashion choice but somehow he pulled it off perfectly. You wanted to run your hands over it and feel the soft fabric under your touch.

Only after he introduced himself and sat next to you, did you realise you’d gotten distracted staring at him.

“I’m Van,” he said pleasantly.

“Y/n,” you shook his hand and were taken aback by how cold it was despite the intense warmth of the room. He seemed to smirk at himself a little.

“What brings you here then, y/n?” Van asked.

“Um, the alcohol,” you replied, taking the last gulp of your wine and he smiled and shook his head.

“Bad day?” He questioned sympathetically.

“Oh yeah.”


In no less than an hour and a fair few glasses of wine later, you were in the dark back corner with Van. You were sat on his lap, drunkenly laughing with your arms hanging around his neck and his bright blue eyes staring once again deeply into your own. He flirted with you hard and you couldn’t help but give in to it. There’s was something so alluring about him. Not just in how he looked or how he spoke, but just in his presence. It’s like you were being dragged into him like the tide, but you didn’t mind. Not one bit.

“I like this jacket,” you said, running your hands all over the soft fabric happily, the black velvet slightly changing colour as you pushed it back against the seam.

“I like you,” Van replied and you blushed. You saw him lick his lips and it was yet another turn on. He traced your jaw line with his finger and ran it down your neck, you shivered.

“Your hands are cold,” you giggled.

“I know, sorry,” he smiled, moving his hands away and loosening his grip around your waist.

“No, I didn’t mean for you to stop,” you replied, running your own finger along his cheek.

“Why are you so cold?” You asked, curious.

“I’m a vampire,” he said with a smirk. For a second you imagined it, you stopped moving your finger and stared at him. If he was a vampire, which he wasn’t…he’d be a very sexy one. 

“Ha ha very funny,” you poked your tongue out at him and he let out a breath from his nose like a laugh.

“I’m not kidding love,” Van said, he was amused. You just kept giggling at him. You also liked that he kept calling you ‘love’.

“Okay, so you’re a vampire then. Sure. What a cliche spot to be then, this weird gothic bar,” you told him, playing along with his joke.

“Yeah. I don’t usually come here,” he laughed, looking around the room with an eyebrow raised.

“Okay vampire boy, let’s go play pool,” you instructed, hopping up from his lap. He stared at you with a twinkle in his eye, as if he was totally besotted with you already. You tried to play it cool and act all sure of yourself.

You pulled Van by the hand and let him trail behind you, not turning to look at him. You grinned as you wobbled down the stairwell to the bottom level where the pool tables and jukebox were. He kept his hand on your waist to steady you; you liked the cold comfort.

Van stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, biting his lip as he watched you take out the pool sticks and set up the table. At some point between you sitting on his lap and now, he had unbuttoned his jacket and you saw the blue and white checkered shirt that hung close to his body but wasn’t tight. He had it undone slightly so you could see his chest hair and a thin gold chain hanging delicately around his neck. He looked effortlessly cool and suave, in a way you’d never seen before. His jaw line looked so sharp it could kill.

“Put some music on. Something tells me you have great taste,” you smiled at him before taking the first shot at the pool table. You missed; probably because of all the alcohol.

Van chuckled at you from behind the jukebox and you stuck out your bottom lip in a pout. He flipped a coin into the machine and sorted through the records. He ended up settling on something by The Doors. 

“Hey, don’t look like that, let me help you,” Van whispered and stood closely behind you. He pressed himself into you and held your waist with one hand and the arm with the stick in the other, helping you aim and steady it. God was he smooth.

You felt like you were in a film. The gentle sound of the music was being drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. You felt nervous that Van was so close, but you liked it. Once he’d helped you aim, he helped you shoot. 

“No fucking way!” You cheered as you managed to get a ball down one of those little holes-with-netting things. 

You spun around, resting against the pool table with a smile and faced Van, he was already smiling down at you. He held your waist again and you gripped his arms, staring into his eyes; he was almost magnetic. 

“Do you even understand how irresistible you are?” Van said softly but almost sounded pained. He licked his lips again.

You were still seeing stars and you felt yourself swooning again at his words. You could feel his body giving off that cold vibe, which was unusual. As you stared into his eyes and examined his face, you thought about his words. Could he be a vampire? There was definitely something otherworldly about him; you just couldn’t put your finger on what. 

“Irresistible how?” You asked, tilting your head to one side.

“Well for starters, you’re dead gorgeous. Like, stunning you know?” Van admitted, his eyes wide with what you thought was lust and trailing up and down your neck.

“And you smell really good too if that’s not weird to say,” he chuckled.

“So you don’t want to suck my blood or anything?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh god, I do. But I wasn’t gonna say that and freak you out love. If I’m honest, have no idea how much I’d love to bite into your neck,” Van told you, you couldn’t tell if it was still a joke but something in the back of your mind screamed he was serious.

“Well…I’m down if you are? Just don’t kill me or turn me into a vampire or something,” you responded, shrugging.

Van’s jaw dropped slightly, he was shocked. Then he smiled.

“Not necessary love, I can control myself. Just. I’d rather kiss you actually,” Van said, before moving closer to you again. The record in the background finished and all that played was the white noise left on the empty record. 

“Well you can do that too I guess,” you whispered to him.

Van moved your hair back behind your shoulder and wrapped one arm tighter around your body. He began to softly kiss your neck, sucking on it slightly. It sent shivers up your spine in the best way. When he made his way up your jaw, past your chin and to your lips he stopped quickly to look at you, as if asking permission. You nodded and he smiled, flashing those pointy white teeth again. You swore they could have been fangs. When he pressed his cold lips to yours it felt like fire and you had never been more happy to be burned. 

Pulling away, your heart sank a little. You could kiss him all damn night it was that good. You were completely enamoured by him. You noticed you were shivering slightly, Van took off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders. The velvet was heavier than you thought, but it smelt good and felt comforting.

“So, Van. Do you like, sparkle when you go outside or something?” You asked curiously.

“No love, this isn’t Twilight,” Van chuckled, his smile was warm even if his skin wasn’t. He kissed your forehead and then went to change the song on the jukebox.