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lonelywalkingpotato  asked:

Just a story I wanted to share: One time my sister burned something in the storeroom, and she didn't know what to do so she hid it behind the curtain. The curtain caught on fire. Then the room. After a while my brother peeked into the room. Saw a burning room. Shut the door and didn't say anything. Then our maid burst in because she smelled smoke, evacuated the children and asked neighbours to extinguish the fire. Good times. Great times. I wasn't even born yet. —Yuu

omg Yuu

Your siblings are just like, mmm, not today fire

I’m glad your maid was there because!! Who knows if your siblings would have left or just been like “eh its fine”;;;;

is it bad that i can see my siblings being this way too??????? ~Admin 404

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ok heAR ME OUT: Voltron Art School AU (totally self-indulgent and based off the art school I’m going to coughcough nvm) 

I wrote many cool n’ pretty wild headcanons for it so uhhhh, read under the cut: 

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Petname Babygirl II pt.2

yoongi x reader

genre: smut, punishments, dom!yoongi, sugardaddy!yoongi, boss!yoongi

warning: dirty talk, choking, hitting

word count: 7.8k


You discussed the rules of your agreement before turning overtime into sexual favours in behalf of the man who pays you for your body.

You tried to rush to the exit without Yoongi noticing you were gone. His acquaintances said their goodbyes – so did you – before you made your way home.

The conversation inside the storeroom was present the last two hours you had to spent at your company dinner. Maybe the sex with Yoongi clouded your rightful judgement but you definitely said ‘yes’ as he asked you to become the man who pays you for sexual favours.

You held your hair, thinking about it while running away from the hotel. On the street you waved a cab to you, climbing on the back seat and telling the driver your address. Only then exhaustion creped into your bones, thoughts of your recent dialogue filling your head.


“Hear me out, baby girl.”

You did not move, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. His eyes never left your face as the words left his pink lips.

“As I just said, I want to offer you something. Just listen till the end before you start speaking”, he said, stepping closer to you. “I’m a busy man, the chairman of our company. You can guess that I don’t have time for an actual love life. Even the sex is cut short since a few months. After sleeping with you I thought about giving you a chance for a different kind of relationship but you were gone as I came back that morning.”

You watched him in concentration, your gaze following every word that left his lips.

“Since you are here now, I want to ask you if you want to do what just happened more frequently. On my calling. Me saying when and where, how often, with my rules. Of course I would give you everything you want, except for romantic feelings.”

Confused you tilted your head. Was he implying what you thought he would?

“Do you mean something like prostitution? Sorry, but I’m not into it”, you said wide eyed, separating your bodies as far as the small room allowed. Yoongi just sighed.

“Listen, the sex is fucking satisfying with you. And even if you deny it now, it is obvious that you feel the same. You devour me with your eyes even now! And you could end the agreement any moment.”

He was right, you found him undoubtedly hot, exciting. Yes, even now you felt your juices dripping down your inner legs. But was sex worth selling your body? Selling your pride? Or were you just afraid of getting hurt? Doesn’t this reciprocity meant just sex? And if it was that with Yoongi you were sure that the intercourse would be amazing every time.

“And I guarantee you, it won’t affect your job. You do excellent work, so it would be just a personal matter between the two of us. You just have to stay ready for me, baby girl.”

Why was he so charming as his brown, almond eyes pierced your own. Sure, it was more than tempting to sleep with Yoongi, but for free.

“I give you time to think about my offer, just don’t wait too long”, he made his way towards you, gripping the key that closed the door to turn it around. Before he could do so you reached for his arm. Your cheeks were bright red as you tried to hold his gaze, his brows pulled up.

“We have to decide the rules together. I’m down for nearly everything but I want to be sure.”

He backed away from the closed door, crossing his arms in front of his chest. A victoriously gummy smile pulling his lips up. You inhaled loudly, realising what you just said.

“So, you’re down to do it?”, you heard his voice suppressing a feeling of relief.

You hesitated but nodded at him. “I’m down.”

“It will be for the best if we discuss the conditions monday morning in my office. I hope you don’t change your mind in your free time tomorrow”, Yoongi’s eyes sparkled, reaching for the key a second time. “Wait for me after dinner, I will drive you home.”

With that he adjusted his tie back at its place before opening the door and walking towards the workers exit.


“You are unbelievable, y/n!”, you groaned after sorting out the conversation about him being your sugar daddy. The driver watched your action through the driving mirror but did not say a word. In no time you arrived at the front door of your new small apartment. You dragged yourself up the stairs, opening your door while tossing your shoes aside. You decided to take a hot shower to relax your tired bones but even that did not help to distract you from the nagging thoughts of Yoongi’s words. Only the shelter of your sleep let you finally slack off until your boss appeared in your dreams.


To distract you further you decided to spent the sunday at you parents’ house, baking cake with your mom while your dad worked his way through their garden. It was a lazy day, talking with your parents and spending time with them without thinking about him and your future as his sex slave.

The next morning was the complete opposite. You woke up earlier than necessary, taking a long shower and spending some time in your kitchen sipping on your hot tea.

  Ana: Hey, do you mind working overtime the next days? I need you help, pleeease

  you: Sure, you owe me one ;)

That meant you had to work longer and think less, you thought grinning to yourself.

The office was far more hectic than the last week as you entered the 18th floor to get the files you would work on from Mrs. Rita. On your way to her bureau you could see that something was up wondering what was the case this early.

“Mrs. Rita, good morning. Did something happen? It’s like hell in here”, you asked as you saw the older lady running around giving instructions to the other employees.

She looked at you with a drained expression. “Mr. Min is back. We expected him to come back tomorrow and right now nothing is ready. Neither the work is done nor did we clean up this weekend.”

“Oh okay, but do you mind giving me the rest of the files from last week?”, you asked nicely not to overstretch her nerves.

Kind of confused she looked at you: “Mr. Kim already collected them a few minutes ago, Miss y/l/n. He said that Mr. Min wanted to go through them with Miss Jung and you.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. That was definitely not the morning of your dreams.

“Thank you”, was all you said while walking slowly to the elevator. You were just so nervous meeting him again. There was no reason to avoid him as you already told him yes, but the uneasy feeling did not leave you.

A ‘ding’ signalled you to step out of the metal booth, heading straight for your desk. To your surprise Ana was earlier than you, Mr. Kim right next to her a chunk of files in his large hands.

“Good morning, Miss y/l/n. Your task will be to work on today’s cases with Miss Jung and Mr. Min, so please do me the favour and follow me”, the tall guy told you giving you your share of work.

You did not say anything while entering the elevator you just exited to go up two floors above to your boss’ office.

“I’m so nervous around Mr. Min, y/n. He gives me goosebumps, I don’t get it”, your co-worker whispered in your ear so the assistant would not overhear her phrases.

If she knew how nervous he made you, you thought. “Just relax, at the dinner he was..very friendly towards us.”

Mr. Kim knocked on the alabaster glass door of Mr. Min’s office before entering it. The man with the grey hair sat on the chair behind his big wooden desk, black framed spectacles on his nose. One of the clients cases you worked on last week in his hands he looked up. As if nothing happened between the two of you he stood up to gesture Ana and you to sit down on the chairs in front of his desk.

“Good morning, Miss Jung, Miss y/l/n. Mr. Kim might already told you but today I want to point out the mistakes as well as the good points in your latest works. Normally I don’t have time for this but it makes my work a lot easier if the preparatory work is done precisely”, Yoongi said, giving both of you your edited files back. With a red marker several lines were underlined, a handwriting that was not yours filling the edges of the papers. While Mr. Kim always complimented your work, and even Yoongi did, you were disappointed with yourself. He was the boss, so it was normal that he found more mistakes in your works but so many? And some were obvious even for you.

“Don’t worry Mr. Kim’s preparatory work looks the same”, Mr. Min tried to sooth  Ana and you while holding up a pen and leaning forward to show Ana her gravest faults. They discussed some issues he found most important and you could see how heat shot up the cheeks of the pretty woman next to you. Attentive you listened how he explained what she had to pay attention to, to decrease his work afterwards.

“No, it’s more important if you look for flaws in the reports, don’t concentrate on the good points. Nobody wants to hear them anyway”, he said, tipping his pen on a red line on the papers.

Sighing Ana nodded, seeing how wrong she did her recent work.

“Everything’s fine. This is why you are here today, so don’t worry and take a new map. Prepare it while I explain the next steps to Miss y/l/n”, your boss shot her an encouraging smile, the same he gave you as you gagged on his dick on saturday. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered this scene.

While he handed Ana a report you watched his expressions. But they never changed as his eyes wandered to your face. Unlike you. The rose hue of your cheeks deepened while you looked down on your own work, waiting for him to start speaking.

“Miss y/l/n, for your first week your prepared documents are nicely done”, he began, giving you a slight smile. “You should pay more attention to solutions though. Write them on an extra paper, I will consider advices from my employees and I’m keen to see how you would evaluate some cases.”

Your head shot up, looking at him with a confused expression. “That’s it?”

Yoongi pulled his eyebrows up, tilting his head to the side while glancing your way. “I’m content with your work, so yes, that is all. Or do you have any questions?”

With fast movements of your eyes you read the remarks on the edges. You had several questions and formulated them as to why he answered them carefully.

“But I really don’t understand why you underlined it, Mr. Min. Could it be counted a hidden solution? Whereof should I recognize it?”, you tried to get how you could be of help to him. You did not even understand what he just told you and the red pen that filled your work was more confusing than helpful to you.

Your boss sighed and stood up from his chair to come around to you. Ana shot you a glance, her wide eyes traced with shock that you spoke against your boss. You on the other side just wanted to detect the things he did, learning how to do a better job.

Yoongi leaned forward, his chest close to your back. You could feel his fresh, hot breath against the skin of you neck while his hand grabbed the pen that lay next to your hand on his desk.

“I wrote notes here..here and on here”, his voice was so close to your ear that you could not even follow his hand as he circled the notes he talked about. Yoongi was too near for you to concentrate. Your gaze was not on the papers in front of you but on the pink lips of your boss while his low voice filled the office. He looked so kissable right next to you. And his scent! It filled your nose while he leaned further into you, never looking you in your face that was just a few centimetres away.

Suddenly you felt his free hand, that was hidden from the sight of your co-worker, caressing your side. He stroked further down until his hand got to the fabric of your jeans where his fingers traced up and down. “I want to bend you over my desk and fuck that little pussy of yours, baby girl”, an unnoticeable, low whisper reached you as he pressed his lips shortly on your ear.

Your body stiffened, afraid of Ana listening in on him. But as you glanced at her you could see how she scrabbled over her work, brows furrowed in concentration.

“That wouldn’t be so nice, Mr. Min”, you said aloud tapping your one hand on the file while the other petted his on your knee. A low chuckle, only you noticed, fell from his lips.

“You know what isn’t nice? The fucking jeans you’re wearing”, another lewd comment as he slapped your thigh lightly. With one last touch of his fingers on your stomach, as he slowly pulled his hands away, Ana’s voice filled the room.

“Mr. Min, I think I’m done.”

He smiled at her, holding out his hand to grasped the file before sitting back down across from you two.

It was a common feeling that spread through your lower stomach. He made you crazy, the fact that he did it in front of Ana was just fuelling the heat in your core. Therefore you pressed your thighs together, the tingling feeling amplifying as you saw how Mr. Min’s hand disappeared under his desk, hidden away from you and Ana.

“I will look it over, Miss Jung. You are free to take a break. I will ask Mr. Kim to give it back to you tomorrow”, Yoongi said, motioning to the door.

Clearly relieved your co-worker made her way back to her own desk two floors underneath. But before she closed the door behind her, she shot you an encouraging smile, signalling you to relax.

“We need to discuss another matter, y/n”, the man in front of you reported, leaning his chin on his folded hands. “First of all, why the hell did you run away? I told you to wait.” His stare was calm but his voice showed how impatient he was with your actions.

“Ah, yeah.. that..”, you stuttered not knowing what to tell him. How nervous you were about all this? How it might affect your own feelings towards him?

“Wanna back out, y/n? That would not amuse me but if that’s your wish”, he sighed annoyed, leaning back against his chair. The tone of his voice suddenly much colder than before.

“No! No, I’m just not used to such situation. It would be my first time to deal with paid sex”, you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands in your lap.

It was not what he expected but a little grin appeared on his lips while he watched your stiff features in front of his eyes. “It will be my first, too.”

Wide eyes flew to his face, searching for the truth in his words. If that was true it made it easier for you to accept him as the man you had to give your body to.

“If it helps, you can declare your conditions first”, he said after a while of tension as you just looked at each other, unsure of beginning the theme. He gave you a blank piece of paper and his red pen so you could write down your own rules for the agreement. You felt sweaty as you rolled the pen in your hands, thinking what you would be able to give him and what were your limits. His dark, almond shaped eyes inspected your expression while you put your thoughts to paper, marking the white slip in dark red. The pen left several sentences before you tilted your head to the side, reading your precepts a second time. Content with propositions you put the pen back next to you, holding sheet of paper up to read it aloud.

“First of all, I’m not into having sex with you with some random people. Either the two of us, or nothing happens. You are refrained from having sex with other women without a condom. If I say stop, you have to stop, I don’t care how close you are at that moment. I also don’t want you make any allusions in front of my co-workers..”, you had not many conditions but one thing you absolutely despised. “Not the ass, Mr. Min. Choke me, hit me, bite me or call me degrading names, but the ass is forbidden territory!”

Yoongi’s dark brows were pulled up, listening to your demands. Luckily it contained only things he would say himself, except for ass play, but he would be able to speak you into it, he was sure.

“Cute rules, y/n. Now let’s listen to mine”, he laughed, crossing his legs. “Before we have sex without protection I want you to get tested, after work.”

“So do you”, you said confidently, interrupting his speech.

“No hard feelings, no cuddling afterwards. You will get my private phone number, so be ready every moment. Answer within ten minutes maximum and from tomorrow onwards you should wear easy removable clothes. Skirts, dresses whatever suits you, just don’t wear pants in the bureau”, his voice sounded kind of disgusted as he spoke from you wearing pants. “I like if woman do what I say, be submissive; y/n. Therefore I want you to obey my commands otherwise you will get punishments. We will test your limits if the time comes. I also don’t want to share what’s mine. That means that you are forbidden to fuck other guys, not even with condoms or whatever. On the contrary can you request everything you want from me. And what is possible to buy with money”, he made a short break in which his words slowly sunk into you. Up until now everything seemed just as you imagined. It was easier than you thought, listening to his rules and deciding if you were content with them.

“The last thing is, that coming to my apartment means absolute discretion. Nobody needs to know about my offer to you, understood? The details will crystallize themselves by time.”

After his announcement the office was filled with just your low breathing, thoughts running wild about what the other talked about. Then you moved by leaning forward giving him the sheet you wrote your own conditions on.

“I guess the fronts are clear now”, you said aloud, waking him up from his trance.

His grey hair bobbed up as he nodded, biting his pink bottom lip. “I like doing business with you, Miss y/l/n. You should hurry back to work if you don’t want to anger your boss.” His laugh reached his eyes and even if he was a shameless man if it came to his sexual desires, did he seem like a cute boy as he laughed, showing his gummy smile.

“Pleasure is mine, Mr. Min.”

You stood up to turn around but before you walked out his office, you shot him a suggestive smile. This was when your adventure began.


“God, Ana, what the hell have you done?”, your voice was laced in utter frustration as you overlooked Ana’s reports this thursday afternoon. “Didn’t we agree on you focusing on the needed points? You marked everything again.”

An apologizing smile played around the woman’s full lips, trying to sooth your overworked state. The last three days were a constant routine of late night sessions at work, short nights of sleep and the pestering feeling that Yoongi would call at an incongruous moment. To your surprise did he not contact you the last days. He had your number but did not even try to animate you for a quick fuck. Considering the fact that you had overtime every day thanks to Ana’s mistakes were you quite happy about that.

“It’s already five, how should we give the report to Mr. Min? We will never be able to finish it on time”, Ana said, her voice trembling. It would be her second file in two weeks that she would not be able to finish punctually.

“Don’t worry, if we work it out together we can do it”, you smiled tiredly at her, taking the file to your own desk and flying over her scribbled notes. It would be a long, long night, you thought as you saw all the wrong rudiments.

The watch ticked on the white wall above you. The last employees were already leaving, even Mr. Kim said his goodbyes minutes ago. You knew that Ana and you were the only people in the company at his point. Except for Min Yoongi.

“Y/n, let’s stop here. My eyes are burning and I developed a headache. Seriously it might take two more hours before we finish it”, Ana said hands in her blond hair. She looked exhausted. You were not the only one who had long nights. As it was mostly her fault she had to stay, too, sometimes even longer than you helped her. Therefore you felt sorry for her, even if you were just as tired, you made a suggestion.

“Go home, I can do it alone. If you promise me to sleep tight and come back fresh tomorrow”, your voice was loud as you stood up, stretching yourself.

“But, y/n..”, she just said, standing up as well before hugging you shortly. “Thank you. If you need anything you have to tell me!” Her response came quick, you thought, at least try to act as if you don’t want to leave.

Nodding you pushed her towards the elevator. “Now hurry up, I have to work.”

“I owe you one, again”, Ana smiled apologizing, waving you while being able to go home.

You fell back into your chair, surveying the last remaining pages of her miserably prepared file. Oh, it will take you several hours, you thought looking at the watch. Ten already? Goodbye sleep.


“You’re still at work, busy as a bee, huh?”, a low, familiar voice resonated through your empty floor.

“I’m not down for joking around. It’s past midnight and I want to go home”, you said annoyed, scribbling another phrase on the edge of the paper.

Instead of going away Yoongi walked to you, leaning over your shoulder to see what you were doing at this time of day. Fast you hid Ana’s name with some pages you already prepared. He noticed your stiffening shoulders at his presence, grabbing them before he slowly pressed his thumbs into your aching neck. A loud moan fell from your lips at his touch.

“Don’t distract me, please. I need to finish this”, you said squirming yourself out of his soft hands. His grip only got stronger, massaging your delicate skin that was hidden behind the fabric of your white blouse.

“I had the plan to call you tonight, baby girl. You know you aren’t allowed to refuse my requests”, his low voice got closer to your ear until his soft, warm lips kissed the sensitive spot on your neck. His strong hands stroked your hair to the side to get better access to your skin.

“I don’t have time for that, Mr. Min”, you tried to repress the feeling of falling into is touches. Instead of answering you, he turned the chair around, glaring into your eyes.

“You know how I tried to be nice to you? I even kissed your neck to stimulate you. But your refusal annoys me, baby girl”, his calm voice changed into a lustful, demanding one. “And the last time you even had the nerve to run away from me.” An unamused laugh filled the floor. “Now be a good little girl and suck me off.”

Perplexed you gulped. If you had known how fast he switched from a quite delicate man – he never really was like that – to the demon he resembled, you would have never tried to refuse his attempts. Therefore you stood up, straightening your tight grey skirt before you got on your knees in front of him.

“I take the lead today, so don’t even think about doing something I don’t demand from you”, he growled, unbuttoning his suit pants, pulling them down and grabbing your hair into his solid fist. “Unfortunately I won’t be gentle today, baby girl.”

Just then you looked up to see his hot dick above you. Your mouth watered at this sight, hoping he would make the sex session pleasurable for you as well. With warm fingers you traced over the vein of his cock to his red tip. Then you leaned forward giving his delicate skin wet kisses, beginning at the shadow of his trimmed hair, nibbling with your teeth, to his shaft where you made a mix of wet kisses and licks that reached his top in slow motion. At the contact Yoongi began to hum. As you did not want to have trouble you started to press your hot tongue onto his glans, making eye contact with the man who hovered over you. His view locked into yours as a cold expression was drawn on his attractive features. You never lost connection to his dark, lustful oculars while opening your mouth as far as you could, taking his dick in. Slowly you deepened your motion until his cock was coated in your saliva fully.

“I like it if you’re submissive”, Yoongi said, patting your cheek a little too strong, “Put your hands between your thighs and suck on my dick, baby girl.”

You obeyed immediately, putting your sweaty hands between your clothed thighs. Whereas you bobbed your head, taking him in further with every move of your head. The fist in your hair increased its strong hold as he separated his legs a little wider, making sure his position was solid. From then on he started to move on his own, hips tardy pressing into your face at first before Yoongi sped up his pace, his dick hitting the back of your throat. Several gags escaped you while tears initiated to fall from your eyes, your nose touching his stomach over and over again. Just then you began to accustom to his length.

“I give you the advice to breathe through your nose”, you got the feeling that his advice was laced with scorn and hidden action because he shoved his pulsating dick violently into your open mouth, holding you in place through the grip in your hair. Merriment was shown on his face, bottom lip sucked between his teeth trying not to show his heavy breathing. “Do you like holding your breath, baby girl?”

Confused you tried not to pull your hands from the position between your thighs to signal him to stop joking around. But before you could do anything, he enclosed his big hand around your head, thrusting his full length into your mouth. Luckily he gave you the tip to inhale and exhale only through your nose. He repeated his actions a few times, grunting louder with every move of his hips.

“You do a good job, letting me fuck the pretty little mouth you have, baby girl. But don’t you think it’s time for a punishment? You didn’t behave like you should by running away on saturday and by trying to refuse sex with me.”

Your eyes remained on his lips even as he finished his little speech, panic and arousal flooding you. On one hand you were not sure what he meant but on the other side did the unexpected turn you on, blood beginning to boil at what was going to happen.

A superior smirk creeped on Yoongi’s lips, his darkening eyes burning their way into your soul. Then he began to repeat his previous movements, this time changing the angle to have even more access to your wet mouth. Whereas you tried to latch your tongue around his moving dick, making him feel even better. A feral sound filled the place, making your core tighten, leaving your pussy soaked without getting touched.

“God, you turn me so fucking on”, Yoongi growled, hitting your cheek again more violently this time. His hand left your face burning, leaving red marks on your skin. At his actions you moaned, wetness dropping on your panties. You hoped Yoongi would not notice that your hands found their way towards your aching pussy, wanting to being touched as well. Your eyes stayed on his face that was traced with pleasure until he noticed what you did. In one go he pulled out of your mouth.

“You really think I’m blind? Stop touching yourself. Hands behind your fucking back!”, his voice was so low, leaving you shuddering beneath him. But you did as he said, whimpering as your hands left the spot on your core, that oh so gave you the needed friction by pressing your fingers on your tingling clit.

Suddenly Yoongi grabbed your chin, pulling your face up before he pinched your cheeks, positioning himself before you again. This time he just shoved himself right into you, making you gag again. But unfortunately his next move was unpredictable. He fucked your throat a few times before his one hand enclosed around your hair again, holding you pressed against his stomach, his dick buried in your mouth, only letting a tiny gap for you to breath through your nose. Low grunts leaving his mouth he leaned forward pressing your nostrils close, making you choke on his dick that he pushed forward closing the remaining gap he left for you to breath. Tears rolled down your marked cheeks while you looked straight at Yoongi’s face.

His eyebrows were furrowed, lips agape and eyes shut in pleasure. You could hear him whimper as your throat began to contract itself around Yoongi’s erect cock.

“Baby girl..”, was all he said before you tapped at his thighs, a signal to let you go.

Without delay he pulled himself out your wet cave, grunting at the loss of your warmth. You had to inhale deeply, catching up on the missed oxygen. Light coughs fell from your lips while you held your hands around your neck. Through the concentration you did not notice how wet your panties were by now. All the actions Yoongi did on you, made your core tingle with excitement, leaving your folds in heated anticipation for his dick. While you tried to find your composure, your boss pulled you on your feet, ripping at your white blouse until the buttons sprung off. Incredulous you watched his actions, feeling how anger made its way in your bones, a mean remark laying on your tongue. But before you could say anything he gripped your waist, pushing you to the edge of your own desk. The back of your legs felt the hard, cold material of the table as he lifted you up on it before Yoongi’s hands roamed around your torso, feeling the soft fabric of your bra tracing down to the hem of your skirt, sliding it up till it lay loose on your waist revealing the wet spot on your grey underwear. You were so damn wet that it even painted the fabric of your dark tights.

Yoongi licked his pink lips, while pulling up his dark eyebrows. “Why are you always so ready for me? I did not even touch you and you are soaked, baby girl”, he shook his head in pretended disappointment. “Did my actions turn you on that much?”

A small whimper left your dank lips, nodding hastily at his words. “Yes, Mr. Min. I’m so ready to be fucked by you.”

He hummed in agreement, the habitual degrading smirk on his lips as he saw how needy you were. You saw how he looked at your desk, a mess behind your back.

“Fuck, baby girl, stand up”, you heard him saying as he turned around to walk to the next free desk. You followed and hopped on it, sitting in the same position as before. Your hands found their way to Yoongi’s chest, trying to pull him into a kiss, but he fended and pushed your torso down in a swift movement. The desk you lay on felt cold through the thin fabric of your top.

“Spread your legs”, a demand followed from the man who stood in front of you.

You could not see him as he stripped the tights and panties you wore down, exposing your heated folds to the chilly air in the office. “I’m so lucky having such a slutty pussy to myself.”

His words made you shiver in agitation, quietly cursing him for leaving you wet and needy.

“Please, Mr. Min, I need you to fuck me. I beg you”, you whined, hands running down to your wet core. You laid your fingers on your heated folds, stroking heavily to feel the needed touch of at least something.

“So eager?”, your boss’ voice was lustful but you thought you heard disgust in it. “I never allowed you to touch yourself, did I?”

“N-No”, your voice was weak, leaking with anticipation to finally feel his touches on your skin.

“Exactly, baby girl”, Yoongi said slapping your hands away before he smacked your aching pussy. Heat rushed through you while you bent your back at the striking tickling his slap left. A second hit followed that made you squirm, your lap throbbing for him. Yoongi did not sooth the spots – he did it last time neither – ere he smacked your clit for a last time, more forcefully, letting you cry out in slight pain that evolved into arousal. You wanted him. No, you just really needed to already feel his dick filling your insides.

A short silence filled the floor as you saw Yoongi fishing for something in his wallet he pulled out his suit jacket. You saw the small foil and recognized it to be a condom. Your eyes traced the outline of his veins that were shown on his hands as he opened the package and had to admit that his big hands were one of the most sexy things you had ever seen on a man -well, except for his dick. With experienced fingers he covered his swollen dick with the protection medium before he spread your legs further apart. Two of his bony fingers pressed against the opening of your entrance. Small moans leaving your lips before you felt how he eased them into you. Several sounds filled the room while you wiggled underneath your boss’ body.

Without really moving his fingers he pulled them out, licking his digits clean. You just watched him in awe, the coin in your lower stomach pulsating, only waiting to be snapped.

“Please”, was all you got out before he got hold of your legs, pulling your body onto the edge of the desk. Your head lay on its surface so you were only able to feel what he did and not to see how he finally stepped closer, letting his cock slide through your folds to get the condom coated in your juices. Whimpers escaped you as he abruptly hit his covered dick onto your bundle of nerves, leaving you panting beneath him. It was the same spot he just hit with his long fingers that made you feel lust detonate in the spit of your stomach.

“I hope you’re as tight as you were month ago”, his voice was laced in anticipation.

Trembling your body ached for him while you felt how he pushed his tip into you. As you were not used to have sex for a while this light motion made you groan. Step by step he shoved forward before he filled you entirely.

“I can barely fucking move”, he pressed through his teeth holding onto your legs while starting to move his hips slowly.

“Oh god, Mr. Min, please be rough with me”, you cried, wanting to feel more of him. He just fit so perfectly into you that your folds contradicted around him on their own. As time passed he sped up his pace into a merciless one so you had to find support by grabbing the edges of the desk. Your breasts bounced with his thrusts but you did not care as you propped yourself on your elbows to see how he was doing.

Sweat was flowing down in tiny drops from his forehead, his face traced with concentration. But his eyes lay on you, dark oculars that stared right into your face, trying to imprint this picture into his head. You had problems to stay in position while reading the expressions on his face. Therefore he started to hold your waist, speeding up until you heard how high and heavy his grunts got. You yourself felt the coin slightly turning, but not enough for you to come.

“I coming, baby girl. You did your job too well at the beginning”, his breathy voice announced as his movements became sloppier, wet sounds echoing from the spot your bodies met. You were totally content with his release whereas you moaned his last name in a kind of mantra to yourself. This alone and the sight that played in front of him, made him spurt out white drops of cum into the condom he wore.

You on the other side were exhausted from your position while watching as Yoongi closed his eyes, moving his hips tardy in and out of you as he rode out his orgasm. Your hands ached as you straightened your back, positioning yourself into a sitting form while he slid his dick out of you. You followed him with your eyes as he pulled of the used condom from his dick and throwing it into one of the employee’s bins. As you were still tuned on, your bare pussy rubbing on the glass surface of the desk, you whined as he pulled up his suit pants. You were sure he wanted a second round as you did not come by now, but unfortunately it was not the case.

“Make me come, Mr. Min”, your weak voice whined, squirming on your spot. “I’m still so hot.”

Yoongi looked up, adjusting his belt. “Next time, maybe, if you behave like you should, baby girl.”

You shook your head a no. “Come on, I’m a good girl.”

Your begging did not help as he just pulled one brow up, shaking his grey thatch. “You have work that should be done to tomorrow morning. I give you twenty minutes to finish them or I drive home without you.”

With that he just fucking left you high and dry, the second time in one week. He could not do this, you thought. You let him fuck you however he wanted but did not even make you come!

Despite this fact you were kind of satisfied with what you did. Eventually you were the one that had to make sure that he was pleased and not you.

Sighing you stood up, sliding your panties and tights back up before you pulled down your skirt. Just your torso was a disaster. He ruined your new blouse. Therefore you tried to cover at least your breasts with the ripped top of yours ere you made your way to the remaining work you had to finish.

The distraction was not the best as you could not concentrate any more. You were freaking exhausted and tired by now. And to be honest, you wanted to go home.

At last you decided to scribble some notes on the edges of all remaining pages, a little soiled but better than nothing. The watch told you that Yoongi left twenty-five minutes ago and so did the chance to get home with him in a luxurious car. You packed your bag and dressed into your black coat before you turned down the lights and made your way out of the office.

If you would’ve been faster, you could be on your way home, safe and warm, you cursed yourself but as you exited the entrance of your company a black, expensive car parked in front of it. The window of the passenger’s seat was down so you saw the familiar grey hair sitting of the driver’s seat. A small smile played around your lips while you walked to the car.

“Mind if I get in?”, you said showing him your teeth as you smiled at him brightly. Never had you thought that Min Yoongi would wait for someone else.

“You are five minutes late”, was all he said but instead of driving away he motioned for you to hop on. You barely closed your belt as he drove away from the company.

“Ah, my address”, you began but his beautiful hand waved you to be silent.

“I know where you live, I’ve read your resume”, he just said, never looking at you while he drove you past a quiet city. Only street lights letting you see the expressions the man next to you felt. But you could not read anything out of them. He was not the type to be emotional, you thought while observing him.

Your thoughts were laced with the memories you two made a few minutes ago. Even though you were so close to him right now you felt as if your distance was further than it ever was, but exactly this is what you had agreed on. Just sex, no hard feelings.

“Is there anything you want to have, y/n?”, he broke the silence, eyes kept on the streets.

You thought about his words for a moment before you decided that he definitely had to compensate you for something. “You destroyed my new blouse. I went shopping two days ago and now it’s ruined”, you said, nodding to yourself.

Yoongi’s head shot towards you. “That’s all?” He seemed to be quite surprised about the fact that you wanted nothing more than a cheap new top from him. “I expected to hear something..more costly.”

“Why? Just get me my blouse”, you said, relaxing in the seat you sat on.

A quiet laugh was heard from your boss as he shook his grey thatch. “So easy to please.”

“Have a problem with that? Then buy me some jewellery or something”, you snorted turning your face to the window, watching as the houses got past you.

A few minutes later he stopped in front of your new apartment, letting you get off right before your door.

“My employees should sleep well and do their work precisely”, Yoongi said pulling his brows up while you got off his expensive car. “Tell it, Miss Jung.”

With that he was gone.

Ups, he had definitely seen her name on the tag of the file. First thing in the morning you had to tell-

No you better not told her that he saw her name on the report as he tried to seduce you.

This night you stayed awake, thinking about the sex with Min Yoongi while touching yourself. The memories making you come pretty fast but you felt dirty for thinking about him and the fact that he had you wrapped around his finger even though it was just sex.


The next week was traced with your first meetings, seeing how Yoongi was busier than ever as he had to made sure the contract with your new partners was done fair and square. Many times after your late night session he requested you for sucking him off while he had to work on some files for his trip abroad. It was thrilling to hide beneath his wooden desk, not being allowed to tease, just making him relax in the form of pleasurable blow jobs. Nothing more and nothing less.

“Good job, baby girl”, he said without looking up while you crawled back up from your hideout underneath his desk.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Min”, you told him wiping away the remaining cum on your lips. You adjusted your clothes while walking around his workplace looking at the trophies on one of the many shelves to see that they were from his youth as a basketball captain.

“Can you look at the package that lies behind you on the chair?”, Yoongi motioned for you to turn around just so you could see a nicely wrapped present on one of the chairs in front of his desk. Curiously you opened it to find a white piece of soft fabric in it. A new blouse. The material was from a better quality and even the brand was one of the most famous ones. A cheap top would have been sufficient, you thought but was happy to be able to own something as costly as this.

“Thank you!”, your voice was cheerful as you inspected your new top.

“Sure. You better take it with you next week”, he just said, head bend over his work.

“Next week?”, you asked, confused about his statement. Was something going to happen next week that you had not noticed?

Yoongi leaned against the backrest of his chair, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Are you dense, y/n? We are going on a business trip to complete the task around our new contract.”

Realisation hit you. How could you forget the trip abroad with your boss, you thought, the company was all over it. Embarrassed you walked to the alabaster glass door to go back to work stopped dead in your tracks at your boss’ next words.

“Don’t forget to bring your best dessous, baby girl”, Yoongi smirked licking his pink lips before he continued his work.


The next week should show you how real business was done with Min Yoongi.

anonymous asked:

If the Arthur series were to get a feature film (eg Powerpuff girls, SpongeBob, Hey Arnold, Rugrats) what do you think the plot, tone etc should be like? In detail please?

Following release from prison, Binky Barnes violates his parole by traveling to Elwood City to meet his partner-in-crime and friend Molly MacDonald to propose a caper. The two go to Crown City to pitch the plan to wealthy friend and former casino owner Muffy Crosswire. The plan consists of simultaneously robbing the Bellagio, The Mirage, and the MGM Grand casinos. Muffy’s familiarity with casino security makes her very reluctant to get involved, but when she starts to think of it as a good way to get back at her rival and father, Ed Crosswire, who owns all three casinos, Muffy agrees to finance the operation. Because the casinos are required by the Gaming Commission to have enough cash on hand to cover all their patrons’ bets, the three predict that, on the upcoming night of a highly anticipated boxing match, the Bellagio vault will contain more than $160,000,000.

Binky and Molly recruit eight former colleagues and criminal specialists: Arthur Read, a young and talented pickpocket; Buster Baxter, a casino worker and con man; George and His Dad Lundgren, a pair of gifted mechanics; Alan “The Brain” Powers, an electronics and surveillance expert; Francine Frensky, an explosives expert; Nigel Ratburn, an elderly con man; and “The Amazing” Sue Ellen, an accomplished acrobat. Several of the team members carry out reconnaissance at the Bellagio to learn as much as possible about the security, the routines and behaviors of the casino staff, and the building itself. Others create a precise replica of the vault with which to practice maneuvering through its formidable security systems. During this planning phase, the team discovers that Binky’s ex-friend, Prunella, is Ed Crosswire’s secretary. Molly urges Binky to give up on the plan, believing Binky incapable of sound judgment while Prunella is involved, but Binky refuses.

When the plan is put in motion, Binky goes to the Bellagio in order to be seen by Ed, who, as expected, has him locked in a storeroom to be beaten by a bouncer called Rattles. Rattles, however, is a friend of Binky’s, and he allows him to leave through a ventilation shaft, to meet with his team in the vault. Arthur poses as a gaming commission agent and reveals to Ed that one of his employees is actually Buster Baxter, an ex-con. Arthur and Buster stage a faux confrontation in Ed’s presence so that Arthur can steal the vault access codes written on a piece of paper in Ed’s jacket. Sue Ellen is smuggled into the vault by the Lundgrens to assist in triggering the explosive from the inside. Nigel sneaks explosives into the casino vault by posing as a wealthy international arms dealer who needs especially secure safekeeping for his valuables and then pretends to have a heart attack that draws the security men’s attention away from the vault monitors, and is subsequently treated by Molly posing as a doctor.

Francine activates a stolen EMP device to temporarily disrupt the casino’s electrical power, allowing Arthur and Binky to drop down the elevator shaft undetected. As Ed attempts to restore order following the power outage, Molly anonymously calls him on a cell phone that Binky had earlier planted in Prunella’s coat. Molly tells him that the vaults are being raided and that all the money will be destroyed if Ed does not cooperate in loading half the money into a van waiting outside. Ed observes video footage of the vault that confirms Molly’s claims and complies in moving the money but orders his men to follow the van after it departs and calls a SWAT team to secure the vault and the other half of the money. The SWAT team’s arrival results in a shootout which causes the incineration of the half of the money left in the vault. After assuring Ed that the casino is secure, the officers depart at Ed’s insistence.

Ed’s men following the van discover it is being driven by remote control, and that, instead of money, it contains duffel bags full of flyers advertising The Sugar Bowl. Ed realizes that the vault video feed he had been watching was pre-recorded, as the vault floor in the footage lacked the Bellagio logo, which had only recently been installed. A flashback reveals that Binky had used the vault replica to create the fake video Ed had seen. The rest of the team posed as SWAT officers and took all of the money in the vault when responding to Ed’s call for police assistance. Ed then returns to the room where he left Binky and finds him still there, apparently still being worked over by Rattles, leaving him with no way to connect Binky to the theft. As Prunella watches via security surveillance, Binky tricks Ed into saying he would give up Prunella in exchange for the money. Binky then says, “All right. I know a guy. We were in the joint together. Anybody pulls a job in the western US, he knows about it. Give me 72 hours. I’ll find out who took your money”. Ed orders his men to escort Binky off the premises and inform the police that he is violating his parole by being in Crown City. Prunella leaves Ed and exits the hotel just in time to see Binky arrested. The rest of the team bask in the victory, silently going their separate ways one-by-one. When Binky is released after serving time for his parole violation, he is met by Molly and Prunella, and they drive off, closely followed by Ed’s bodyguards.

M’gann’s telepathy would make her a Grade A bartender

Bad day? She’s already got your favourite prepared.

Starting to feel sick? She’ll bring you water before you even ask.

Thinking of drugging someone’s drink? Cops are on the way, buddy.

Wondering if you have a drinking problem? She’ll get you help.

Need alone time with a date? She knows not to check the storeroom for a while.

Helping someone wasted get home? She knows if they’ll be safe with you.

Thinking of driving? Not on her watch.

Mile High

**NOT MY GIF**

Logan Howlett X Reader

A/N: rip me oml

Words: 2.4K

Prompt: It’s filth man. Pure, unadulterated filth.

Warnings: it’s smut yo, thigh-riding, unprotected sex ( IT WOUDLN’T BE A SHOCK IF YOU WRAPPED UR COCK )  need for holy water, swearing, i think that’s it? maybe? possibly? idk I’m too focused on logan pray 4 me

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Stryker was an absolute son of a bitch. That much was fact.

Two missions over the span of a week had you pissed beyond limits. Sitting stiffly on one of the seats with the belt strapped tightly around you, rendering you nearly immobile, you kept your eyes focused on your feet, thinking about why you had even wanted to join the general’s secret band of misfits.

Little did you know how Logan was looking at you, with his nostrils flared and jaw clenched as the jet shook lightly from turbulence. He buried his head in his hands, a soft, barely audible groan leaving his lips.

“Will you guys shut the fuck up?” You demanded, growing annoyed at the banter, glaring at Wade’s remark to Victor about his ‘fingernails of a bag lady.’

It was then that you noticed how uncomfortable Logan looked, his eyes glazed over and hands clasped tightly together.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think lazy Sunday mornings would be like with Finn/Rey/Poe?

General Organa pinched the bridge of her nose. “Rey.”

There was a profound and deep silence in the hangar, interrupted only by the intermittent beep and whir of mech droids, doing their daily maintenance on the other x-wings. Leia sighed.

“Rey, I can see you.”

Very slowly, the rest of Rey’s head appeared over the edge of the cockpit. “Good morning, General,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“I was under the impression that I ordered you, along with Commander Dameron and Lieutenant Finn, to remove yourself from duty for the next three cycles before you dropped dead of exhaustion,” Leia says dryly. “Am I mistaken?”

“Um—no, General—”

“So either you ignored a direct order from your commanding general, or you’re not working on an x-wing at,” Leia idly checked her chronometer, “seven-hundred hours.”

Rey’s expression was doing something complicated, torn between amusement and vague embarrassment. “In my defense, General, I had to be awake much earlier on Jakku to beat the sun and the other scavengers. It’s simply habit by now.”

Leia snorted. “Also, you thought that no one would be around to notice your flagrant disobedience.”

“No, I’m sticking with my first answer,” Rey said firmly.

“And Commander Dameron and Lieutenant Finn? I suppose they’re still asleep in your quarters, since neither of them share your desert upbringing.”

It was funny to watch Rey school her face into blankness. “Of course, General. Why would they disobey an order from you?”

Leia did laugh at that. “Remind me to get someone from Intel to teach you how to lie convincingly. After your temporary suspension is up,” she added pointedly, when Rey perked up. “Go to bed, Rey.”

Honestly, Leia could forgive everyone who had assumed Rey was Luke’s daughter. They pulled the exact same face whenever they were annoyed, and just barely refraining from whining about it.

(Maybe it was a Jedi thing.)

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Leia wandered into the command center without looking up from her datapad. It always benefited her to get through the previous day’s transmits before first shift began in earnest; otherwise she would be dealing with the backlog all week.

She marked a message from the ambassador to Brindisi for further follow-up and hummed, pleased. “If I look up and either of you is standing at the command console, I will have you dragged to medical and personally ensure that Major Calonia doses you with a sedative.”

There was a pause, then a flurry of datapads being gathered up and frantic whispering, the ping! of a file being saved to the console. A very quiet, “go, go, go,” along with boots scuffling on the duracrete.

When Leia looked up, there was no one in the command center except her, and the fading after-image of a holo battleplan. DAMERON, CMD., FINN, LT. obligingly blinked on the screen for a moment before it went dark.

Leia smiled slightly to herself, and went back to the transmits.

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The next morning, she found Finn reorganizing the storeroom. At six hundred twenty hours. “That is on-duty work, Lieutenant,” she said, almost startling him into falling off the ladder. “And I’m fairly certain you are currently off-duty.”

Finn’s blank expression was much better than Rey’s. “General, with all due respect, is there any way I can convince you to sleep in an hour or two?”

“Funny,” Leia said. “That’s what I was going to ask you.”

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Rey had updated the software for all the droids in the maintenance bay at some point during the night; it was time for Leia to call in the big blasters.

…….unfortunately, “the big blasters” were on their eighth run-through on the x-wing simulator. Leia watched Poe dispassionately, noting that the first run-through was timestamped 00512. “General!” Poe said, after he completed the run, and tugged his helmet off. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were there. Something I can do?”

“No,” Leia said finally. “No, just letting you know that your suspension is up tomorrow. Please be aware that if you, Rey, or Lieutenant Finn ever show up incapacitated to the point of being unable to fulfill your obligations again, I will take drastic measures.”

He regarded her warily. “May I ask what those are, General?”

“I’ll personally shove a sed-pack up your ass, Dameron. Or worse,” Leia said, cocking an eyebrow at him, “I’ll make all of you talk to a minder until you stop waking each other up with your nightmares.”

Poe, like Rey, has never been a very good liar. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, General,” he says, fitting the sim helmet back over his head. His next words are muffled—”But I’ll take it under advisement.”

Risqué!Connor x reader headcanons (Smutty)

(Could probably do with a better name lol, oh well…) 

- Connor gets a thrill out of whispering risqué things into your ear in public places. 

- Its normally within a close proximity to other people as well just because Connor loves the opportunity that you might be caught. He has no shame about your relationship and your sex life but you’ve warned him more than once not to talk about the sex you have around your friends. 

- Connor’s favourite thing to do is when you’ll be eating lunch with your friends or talking to much and he’d lean over and whisper that you lips look so much better wrapped around his dick. 

- And you’d choke on your drink and he’d be like “That’s not the only thing you’ll be choking on today”. 

- Or if he’s bored of Jared and Alana’s argument over whatever it is this time he’d tell you how much he wants to go down on you there and then with everyone watching and he’s normally very descriptive, the boy leaves nothing to the imagination. And everyone always picks up on what he’s doing as you always blush red and shift uncomfortably in your seat. Theres been several times where Jared gets annoyed and is like “You two just go and have sex already, Jesus” and Connor just drags you away to do just that. 

- Like 90% of your texts from Connor are just like “Babe, I’m horny” or photos which are definitely not safe for work.

- You’d be hanging out with your friends and he’d start sexting you or sending you risky pics. After you see the first one, you go red and refuse to look at any more, turning your phone face-down. But Alana cannot help herself when your phones vibrating every 10 seconds. “Who’s texting you?” she laughs, reaching for your phone. You’ve never moved as quick in your life when you try to stop her.

- Once you were hanging out with Evan and you’d left your phone on the table with him to look after whilst you stepped outside. When you got back Evan was red and playing with his t-shirt. It was only when you checked your phone that you saw probably the most scandalous text and photo Connor had ever sent. You matched Evan’s shade of red and feared that you had scarred him for life. 

- I just think Connor is not bothered about what is deemed to be correct in public spaces. Or more to the point, he understands what is expected of him in public but would rather not do those things because whats life without a little risk?

- Like one time, Cynthia had invited you round for dinner and you’d be sitting there and his hand would be trailing up and down your thigh. And then your trying to keep up a conversation with her about her lasagna as he’s fingering you under the table. 

- Or you’ll go to the cinema and Connor sees this as an opportunity to see how far he can tease you until your dragging him out of the cinema to have sex in your car. 

- Like the boy is so in love with you that he is just turned on all the time by you. You flip your hair over your shoulder, turned on. A bit more skin on show than usual, turned on. Bend over or move in certain way, turned on. And when he’s turned on he wants you to be turned on as well. 

- Not that you are not turned on by him (you VERY MUCH are) but you just aren’t as willing to have sex in a storeroom when anyone could walk in (but thats  something Connor loves).

- But despite this, Connor’s inability to keep it in his pants and his powers of persuasion mean you have a lot of sex in places you probably shouldn’t have sex. Like the bathrooms at school, the kitchen worktops, his car, even on the Murphy’s dining table whilst Larry was innocently reading the paper in the next room.

[Got a bit carried away with this one but hope you enjoyed these! Please let me know if you want more like this or to turn something like this into a longer fic?]

accidental-rambler  asked:

“I’m in a bookshop and I really need to get that book but I'd rather get on my toes and jump at the shelf and do every single ridiculous thing to reach it than ask for your help, oh wait, you've read that book, let's have an aggressive in-depth discussion about it." for nessian au, pretty please :) (bc height difference and bookworm Nesta are life!)

(they really and truly are. Okay i had a go??) 

Azriel emerges from the backroom with a large box full of new books to put out onto the shelves. He and Cassian had agreed to watch Amren’s book store for a few hours while she ‘did things’, which was all the information either of them had gotten on the matter. Az doesn’t mind, he enjoys working in the shop. Cassian sets up at the front of house and talks to the customers and deals with that side of things, leaving him free to sort out the backroom which, inevitably, is always a mess. 

Glancing over at his brother as he begins to set up the display at the front of the till he notes the way he’s standing. Both elbows are braced on the desk in front of him, his chin propped on his hands, gazing across the room with unwavering focus. 

Azriel spots the girl who’s become the unfortunate object of Cassian’s attention and frowns. A few years younger than them, by the looks of it, petite, brown hair that turns golden when the light hits in the right way, a neat dress on. Pretty, he supposes, but not worth the intense focus Cassian is levelling her way.

“You’re staring,” he says pointedly, hoping this will direct Cass’ attention elsewhere. 

It doesn’t. He only gets an irritable wave of one of Cassian’s massive hands, he doesn’t even turn to look at him as he does so. “It’s a slow day,” he says, as though this explains anything, “She’s very entertaining.” 

Frowning, Az sets down his box and pads noiselessly over to the counter for a better look at the woman. She seems to have her eyes on one of the books on the top shelf but, coming in at just a little over five feet, she’s having some difficulty getting the one she wants. 

Az sighs, “Why don’t you go over there and help her?” he suggests, shaking his head. 

Cassian turns to him with a look on his face that implies he’s just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard in his entire life. “But this is much more fun,” he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 

“She’s going to hurt herself,” Az says, casting a wary eye over her again, fearing for the straining muscles in her shoulders as she reaches for the book again. 

He makes to slide out from behind the counter but Cassian grabs his wrist. “We’re right here,” he says, that annoying smirk firmly back in place, “She can ask us for help any time she wants. You know Amren’s policy is not to bother the customers.” 

Azriel glowers, “I’m sure she wouldn’t want us to have to send a customer to hospital because you miraculously decided to start following the rules,” he comments drily. 

Cassian irritably flaps his hands again in a shushing motion, then gestures back towards the woman, now apparently looking around for something to stand on. Cassian slaps a ten pound note down on the table, “I give her five minutes before she’s over here begging for one of us to help her get her book.” 

Azriel eyes her again with an appraising look, then rummages in his own pocket and pulls out a ten pound note of his own, far less creased than Cassian’s and lays it neatly on top, “Not a chance,” he says simply. 

As predicted, Azriel is correct. Five minutes later he scoops up the money, Cassian grumbling irritably with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and the woman is still doing everything she can think of save simply asking for their help. When she gets to the stage of piling books out of her bag on top of one another to reach the shelf above, however, Azriel nudges Cassian in the ribs and orders him to go and help her. Now. 

Huffing, and throwing Az a vulgar gesture over his shoulder, Cassian moves towards her. 

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” Is how Cass chooses to open proceedings and Az groans, shaking his head. He resists burying his face in his hands only because he wants to fix this moment perfectly in his memory for the rest of his life. 

The woman gives him a truly withering glare that would have caused any man save Cassian to shrivel before it and then replies with forced, terse politeness that no, she does not need help from some overlarge, hulking busybody, thank you very much. 

Azriel’s eyebrows raise in approval even as he watches his brother cock his head at her, sizing her up, a new worthy opponent to distract him from the slow day they’re having. “By all means, knock yourself out, sweetheart,” he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping back to watch her struggle, smirking. 

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps at him, eyebrows narrowing. 

“Well if I knew your name, I wouldn’t have to resort to it…Sweetheart,” he replies with a casual smirk, laying a delicate emphasis on the petname. Azriel is thinking he should have started another bet before Cass left him, namely on how long he could pull this shit with her without having his head ripped off, which she looks altogether too capable of doing. 

She isn’t forthcoming with her name, she only turns away from him, as though he isn’t worth the breath it would take to spit out a scathing reply, and turns back to the bookshelf with renewed determination. 

Cassian simply watches as she climbs onto her teetering pile of books, reaches, stretches, jumps, snarls, and mutters a string of highly amusing curses that Azriel has never heard before in her attempts to reach the book. 

When, however, she actually starts climbing on the shelves in her bid to grab the damn thing however, Cassian starts forwards in alarm. Not a moment too soon, either, as a second later her foot slips and with a gasp she topples from the shelf, right into Cassian’s waiting arms. 

He sets her gently on her feet, looking a little shellshocked and she manages to grit out a stiff, “Thank you,” not looking at him. Before she can attempt any more dramatics in the pursuit of fine literature, Cass reaches up and tugs a copy of the book down, pressing it into her arms. 

Amazingly, she opens her mouth to snap at him but he cuts her off firmly, “You have good taste, sweetheart,” picking up her pile of books he carries them towards the counter, “Why don’t you go home and read it rather than ending up in hospital trying, okay?” 

She glowers at him but salvages her pride, lifts her chin, and marches towards Azriel. Cassian trails her like a lost puppy, watching her now with hungry eyes. He elbows Az out of the way to ring her up himself, studying the book she’d picked, “Let me know what you think of it when you’re done,” he says, “It’s a good read.” 

“I’ve already read it,” she says coolly, digging in her bag for her purse, having replaced the pile of books she’d attempted to use earlier as a footstool. Then she looks up at Cassian, eyes slightly narrowed, “You’ve read it too?” 

He grins almost wickedly, leaning casually against the counter, “Of course I have,” he smirks. When she further narrows her eyes, as though she doesn’t believe him, he launches into a debate about one of his favourite characters who was brutally killed off far too early, in his opinion. 

She fires up at once in response to this, seeing red and ranting at him about how necessary that death was, how it had to happen, how the story would have been flat and meaningless without it. After fifteen minutes of hot bickering back and forth, neither of them stopping long enough to breathe in between bouts, she catches sight of the clock behind the counter and jumps, blushing faintly. 

“I have to go,” she mumbles, pulling the book off of the counter and stuffing it into her bag. 

Daringly, in Az’s opinion, Cassian reaches across the table and takes her hand, staring straight into this beautiful blue-gray eyes, “I’m free at five,” he offers quietly, “There’s a nice little coffee shop just down the street we could continue this in.” Azriel isn’t sure if she catches it, but he can hear the hopeful note in his brother’s voice. 

She stares at him for a long moment, weighing, considering, then, “My name is Nesta,” is all she says, before turning and heading towards the door. 

The smile that spreads across Cassian’s face in answer might have implied that he’d just won the lottery, rather than potentially secured a date with a woman who seems just as likely to devour him as to get on with him. Az just claps him on the shoulder in a universal gesture that implies he’s going to need a lot of luck to get through this, then shuffles back down into the storeroom, leaving Cassian standing at the till and grinning from ear to ear. 

evig-sang  asked:

Hey Nick! what are your headcanons for the characters' ages? i think you already know Syaoran and Sakura's ages, but what about Fai, Kurogane, and Mokona? how about Yuuko and Watanuki?

I love this question!

Ok so, I think the official answer for Syaoran and Sakura is like 14/15?

But since you asked for my own personal thoughts I actually read them as closer to 16/17. Just for me personally, it fits, and no-one else has to agree with me on that. But that’s my thoughts on them. 

Fai and Kurogane seem like they’re in their late twenties to me. I would probably settle on 27 for Kurogane and maybe 29ish for Fai (unless magic has affected his age or something, but I haven’t seen any indication of that yet). 

I mostly mention the magic thing because Yuuko is ageless to me. She could be 40, she could be 400, she could be 4000. It doesn’t really matter, because working in the realm of time and space kind of negates the need for a real age. Yuuko Ichihara is forever. 

I’m sure Watanuki has an official age somewhere as well, but I would pick maybe 15? Possibly 16 depending on how much time has passed?

And Mokona is Mokona. 

Any breakfast cereal aficionado could tell you that General Mills only manufacturers and distributes Count Chocula for a couple of months leading up to Hallowe’en; it’s not normally available at any other time of year.

Well, it turns out that my local grocery co-op managed to lose track of a whole crate of the stuff last October - mislabeled or somesuch, I’m not 100% sure - and only realised they still had it in their storeroom just now.

So of course they put it out on the shelves. I mean, it’s pure sugar - it’s not like it expires. And they really want to get rid of the stuff, so it’s like $2 per box.

Long story short, I’m eating Count Chocula in February. Whee~

Russian around the house

chr chr. ahem yes, more vocabulary revision with some new words mixed in. (-е-) and (-и-) mark the conjugation type of verbs, more difficult ones have the first and second person singular and the third person plural in brackets next to them. another long post.

а́дрес - Adresse - address
Какой у тебя адрес? - Wie ist deine Adresse? - What is your address? 
сосе́д - Nachbar - neighbour
сосе́ди - Nachbarn - neighbours

дом - Haus - house
одноэта́жный - einstöckig - single-storied
двухэта́жный - zweistöckig - two-storied
трёхэта́жный - dreistöckig - three-storied (note the position of primary stress)
на пе́рвом этаже́ - im ersten Stock - on the first floor
почто́вый я́щик - Briefkasten - mailbox
сад - Garten - garden
садо́вый забо́р - Gartenzaun - garden fence
кварти́ра - Wohnung - flat
общежи́тие - Wohnheim - dormitory
обща́га - (ugs.) Wohnheim - (coll.) dorm
снима́ть (-е-) кварти́ру - (ipf.) eine Wohnung mieten - (ipf.) to rent a flat
(по)стро́ить (-и-) дом - ein Haus bauen - to build a house
жить (живу́, живёшь, живу́т) - (ipf.) leben, wohnen - (ipf.) to live
Где ты живёшь? - Wo wohnst du? - Where do you live?

кры́ша - Dach - roof
дымова́я труба́ - Schornstein - chimney
балко́н - Balkon - balcony
стена́ - Wand - wall
потоло́к - Zimmerdecke - ceiling
окно́ - Fenster - window
пол - Fußboden - floor
на полу́ - auf dem Fußboden - on the floor
у́гол - Ecke - corner
в углу́ - in der Ecke - in the corner
прихо́жая - Vorraum, Diele - vestibule, hall
коридо́р - Korridor, Flur - corridor, hallway
фойе́ - Foyer - lobby
ле́стница - Treppe - staircase
идти́ по ле́стнице - die Treppe nehmen - to take the stairs
(иду́, идёшь, иду́т)
подва́л - Keller - basement
черда́к - Dachboden - loft
лифт - Aufzug - lift

ко́мната - Zimmer - room
ку́хня - Küche - kitchen
ку́хонька - Küchenzeile - kitchenette
столо́вая - Esszimmer - dining room
гости́ная - Wohnzimmer - living room
спа́льня - Schlafzimmer - bedroom
(по)спа́ть (сплю, спишь, спят) - schlafen - to sleep
лечь спать (ля́гу, ля́жешь, ля́гут)‎ - (pf.) schlafen gehen - (pf.) to go to bed
ложи́ться (-и-) спать - (ipf.) schlafen gehen - (ipf.) to go to bed
встава́ть/встать - (ipf./pf.) aufstehen - (ipf./pf.) to get up
(встаю́, встаёшь, встаю́т / вста́ну, вста́нешь, вста́нут)
де́тская - Kinderzimmer - children’s room
игру́шки (f. pl.) - Spielsachen - toys
кабине́т - Büro, Studierzimmer - office, study
ча́йная - Teehaus, Teestube - teahouse
ва́нная - Badezimmer - bath
(по)мы́ться (мо́юсь, мо́ешься, мо́ются) - sich waschen - to wash oneself
принима́ть (-е-) душ - (ipf.) duschen - (ipf.) to shower
принима́ть (-е-) ва́нну - (ipf.) baden - (ipf.) to take a bath
туале́т - Toilette - toilet
кладова́я - Abstellkammer, Vorratsraum  - pantry, storeroom

ме́бель (f.) - Möbel - furniture
стол - Tisch - table
ку́хонный стол - Küchentisch - kitchen table
пи́сьменный стол - Schreibtisch - desk
стул - Stuhl - chair
сту́лья - Stühle - chairs
кре́сло - Sessel - armchair
дива́н - Sofa - couch
ра́дио - Radio - radio
телеви́зор - Fernseher - tv
(по)смотре́ть (-и-) телеви́зор - fernsehen - to watch tv
компью́тер - Computer - computer
монито́р - Bildschirm - monitor
клавиату́ра - Tastatur - keyboard
мышь‎ (f) - (Computer-)Maus - (computer) mouse
видеоигра́ - Computerspiel - video game
включи́ть (-и-) / включа́ть (-е-) - an-/einschalten - to switch on
вы́ключить (-и-) /выключа́ть (-е-) - ab-/ausschalten - to switch off
кни́жная по́лка - Bücherregal - bookshelf
ла́мпа - Lampe - lamp
пиани́но - Klavier - piano
игра́ть (-е-) на пиани́но - (ipf.) Klavier spielen - (ipf.) to play the piano 
што́ра, занаве́ска - Vorhang - curtain
карти́на - Gemälde, Bild - painting, picture
ко́врик, ковёр - Teppich - carpet
ковёр-самолёт - fliegender Teppich - magic carpet

крова́ть (f) - Bett - bed
крова́ть-черда́к - Hochbett - loft bed
де́тская крова́ть - Kinderbett - child’s bed
крова́тка - Bettchen - crib
поду́шка - Kissen - pillow
одея́ло - Bettdecke - blanket
простыня́ - Betttuch - bed sheet
ту́мбочка - Nachttisch - bedside table
буди́льник - Wecker - alarm clock
(по)ста́вить (ста́влю, ста́вишь, ста́вят) буди́льник на … - den Wecker auf … stellen - to set the alarm for …
буди́льник звони́т - (ipf.) der Wecker klingelt - (ipf.) the alarm clock is ringing
шкаф - Schrank - closet
батаре́я - Heizkörper - radiator, heater

плита́ - Herd - stove
печь (f) - Ofen, Heizofen - furnace
духо́вка - Ofen, Backofen - oven
микроволно́вка - Mikrowelle - microwave
ку́хонный ми́ксер - Küchenmaschine - kitchen machine
холоди́льник - Kühlschrank - fridge
морози́льник - Tiefkühltruhe - freezer
посудомо́ечная маши́на - Spülmaschine - dishwasher
посудомо́йка - (ugs.) Spülmaschine - ugs.) dishwasher
стира́льная маши́на - Waschmaschine - washing machine
стира́лка - (ugs.) Waschmaschine - (ugs.) washing machine

душ - Dusche - shower
ва́нна - Badewanne - bathtub
мо́йка, ра́ковина - Waschbecken, Spüle - sink
зе́ркало - Spiegel - mirror
туале́тное зе́ркало - Schminkspiegel - makeup mirror

Professor Badcock: I can’t believe you would steal a tart from the storeroom!

Akko: Well if we weren’t supposed to take them then you should have locked the door!

Professor Finneran: There was a lock, but you melted through it with acid!

Sucy: Then you shouldn’t have made it from such easily corrodible metal.

Not So Traditional

♥ Hi Guys, here is another fulfilled request with Steve yuhuu. I hope you guys enjoy. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask or send me a message, found any mistakes, please tell me. Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist.


Request: Hi! I wonder if you can make one request where reader is steve’s fiancé and she wants to wait until the wedding day to have sex again so he is desperate and they have sex on their wedding reception! Haha thanks!


  • Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
  • Summary: You and Steve want to have sex on your wedding night again, but neither you or Steve are able to wait that long!
  • Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving) PWP!
  • Words: 1065

“Steve, we can’t do that ” you said halfheartedly, while you enjoyed the soft lips of your newly-married husband on your neck.“Steve!” You groaned as his fingers, ghosted over your inner thighs. “No one will miss us Y/N” he whispered against your neck. “We’re the bridal couple, Steve, and that’s our wedding reception!” you argued. “They won’t mind a  couple of minutes,” the blonde replied, and you forgot any objections when his skillful fingers pushed your panties aside, and his index and middle finger entered you. Your head fell back against the cool wall of the storeroom.

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12x12 Coda: Watching Over You

I think this is the fastest I’ve ever written a coda.  Dean takes Cas to a motel to recover.  For the second coda this season, someone loses their shirt and there’s some bed sharing.  Sort of.

Cas isn’t stupid, not by a long shot.  Even through a haze of growing pain, he could watch.  He could listen.  And he didn’t miss how Mary’s eyes dropped for a fraction of a second when Ramiel demanded a stolen object returned.

He’d filed it away for later.  Well. That is, if there was a later, which at the moment, hadn’t seemed that likely.

Now that later is a reality, he can’t bring himself to impart the knowledge to Dean.  It’s been too stressful of an hour to add that.  So Cas quietly allows Dean to lead him, slowly, to the car Mary had taken to get them here.

He’s also not unobservant.  He doesn’t miss the way Dean’s hand is trembling, however minutely, on his arm.

“Only a few more steps,” Dean says in his ear.  Gentle. Soothing.  Like Cas imagines a hospice nurse would speak.  Dean’s still afraid he’s going to shatter into a million pieces, dissolve into oozing black goo. (Again.  Which recalls a few memories that Cas would rather forget.). “Take it easy, Cas.  This isn’t a race.”

“We’re crawling,” Cas points out, but he doesn’t argue.

Technically, he shouldn’t be tired at all, but there’s a certain lethargy to his bones that he can’t quite shake.  He suspects that there will be some time before he feels normal again.

“Shut up.” It’s said teasingly, but Cas can feel Dean’s eyes lingering on the back of his head a few beats longer than they normally would.

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Who was Elizabeth Short?

“…she [Elizabeth] knew I was bashful and liked to see my face turn crimson. She would say ‘We ought to go dancing together’ and then get so drunk the boys would have to carry her out. But she was a nice girl”

- Bob Pacios on Elizabeth Short

Before her horrifically mutilated corpse was discovered in a weedy lot in January 1947, Elizabeth “Betty” Short was a nobody. Born to a working class family in Medford, Massachusetts, young Betty always dreamed of being a movie star. At age fifteen she was forced to move to Florida for her health, and there she formed many crushes on the handsome Army men and officers who frequented the storeroom where she worked. One man - Maj. Matt Gordon - promised to marry Betty once the war was over. Following her dreams of stardom, Betty moved to Vallejo and then to Santa Barbara, where she tried to break into the movie scene. Instead she was arrested for underage drinking and shipped off again to Florida.

In 1945 Betty was left heartbroken when her sweetheart, Matt Gordon, was killed in his fighter plane just a week before the end of the war. She had told her friends they were engaged and ready to have children, but recieved a nasty shock when Matt’s parents informed her that their son had sent them a wedding announcement while he had been abroad - and the woman wasn’t her.

In 1946 Betty Short again upped sticks to California, this time settling in the movie-making capital of the world - Los Angeles. Her striking good looks earned her a few roles as an uncredited extra, but Betty’s habit of sleeping until noon and spending her afternoons drinking meant she wasn’t as dedicated as other girls when it came to finding acting work. Nevertheless, she practised different accents for hours in the mirror, and would often ask her roommates to stand in for a male actor while she played the part of leading lady.

About a year before her murder Betty began dressing exclusively in black, and wearing a white flower in her hair (contrary to popular belief the flower wasn’t a dahlia). Since she was often broke Betty began going on dates in exchange for drinks and a meal, but did not resort to full-time prostitution as many sources claim. She adored dancing in nightclubs and listening to live bands, and often had to be carried home on the shoulder of her current dance partner at the end of a long night. She was well known to bartenders in Los Angeles for her habit of charging drinks to strangers. She was never seen without her velvet purse that she carried Matt Gordon’s letters in.
Just a week before she went missing Betty visited a friend in Santa Barbara with news she had scored a movie role. “She was happy” the friend later recalled “because this guy had offered her a few bucks to stand-in for his movie. She thought it was her big break. We went out dancing and she told all the bartenders they were going to see her at the movies, that [she] was going to be a big star”. Less than two weeks later, Betty Short was murdered.

Fic Update: Between Heaven and Hell

Summary: A Hook/Emma angel/demon AU. They hide in plain sight, the servants of heaven and hell. The angels and the demons, who can save your soul or damn it. They stand on opposite sides, they are the bringers of light and the agents of darkness, they are enemies in an eternal war, but what happens when an angel and a demon are inexplicably drawn to each other?

Read this chapter on ff.net here and on AO3 here


                                             Part Twenty

Something was about to go down.

Something big.

Something soon.

Will could sense it, the way he’d always been able to tell the exact moment when he had to ditch a boosted ride before the plates were broadcasted to every police cruiser in the city, or noticed Loss Prevention discreetly following him around in a store and watching to see if he was going to try to slip something under his jacket and walk out without paying. He was good at it, always getting out just before the shit was about to hit the proverbial fan, no matter how much his teenage buddies used to protest when he pulled over in the stolen Merc or Mustang they were joyriding in and ordered them to all get out and scatter. Three of them got busted for Grand Theft Auto one night when Will was busy on a snatch-and-grab job for Hood, one was lucky, he was barely sixteen and got tried as a juvenile, but the other two…they got handed felony sentences and three years in the state pen.

His phone had been vibrating in his pocket during the whole ride from the Jolly Roger to Jones’s condo but he didn’t dare answer, not with the way Jones was staring out the tinted window, as still as a statue save for the drumming of his fingers on the empty leather seat next to him. He hadn’t said a word after his curt order of “drive” and he stayed completely silent while Will parked in the plum spot reserved in the underground garage for the penthouse, exiting the SUV before Will even had the keys out of the ignition and making a beeline towards the elevator. Will watched him in the rearview mirror, the brake lights casting a red glow over Jones’s face as he walked behind the car. His head turned and their eyes met for a brief moment, the red reflection going even brighter in his pupils and Will blinked at the weirdly distorted image. He had looked almost….inhuman, for a split-second, all red eyes and lips that curled in a sneer against a mouth as dark as a black hole. But then it was gone, and Will blinked again and rubbed his finger nervously over the key fob, feeling the raised lines and edges of the tiny logo press against his palm like an anchor to reality.

It must have just been a trick of the light.

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The “science wing” of our high school was four classrooms in a square, connected via a storeroom so the teachers could move through them without having to loop through the halls. The teachers that controlled that part of the kingdom were some of the best weirdos in the building.

In one corner was an older man who’s voice was so good at putting people to sleep that his pass rate was actually pretty low. People fought to get a good grade simply because they couldn’t manage to stay awake long enough to absorb any of the material.

Next to him was a hardass who would only let kids use a specific bathroom in the school. He liked running chemistry experiments where students would light various chemicals on fire and determine what they are based on what color they burned. It was during one of these experiments that we learned, much to our horror, that he is totally colorblind and was relying 100% on our abilities to tell one unmarked chemical from another since the test would tell him nothing. 

The other two were somewhat of a shipping legend among the more romantic of the students. Both were married (to different women, not that it stopped us from talking) but were apparently friends in college or something. The end result was a playful kind of banter between them that lasted all year and amused the students to no end.

We would be having a test in one room, everything is deadly silent, when a periscope sloooooooowly emerges from the storage room door behind the teacher’s desk. It glances around until someone notices it and snickers. Teachers head whips up, periscope is GONE. Everyone calms down, he goes back to marking papers. The second teacher sneaks through the door, tip-toes behind the first teacher, makes faces at him while we struggle to maintain composure. First teacher whips around in his chair but the second teacher has silently booked it out the door and into the hall. This went on all exam. First teacher thought he was going crazy until he finally caught the imp and chased him out of the room. 

Another day had the first teacher tired and stressed out from family issues so we were on a light day. Second teacher came in and randomly started giving first teacher a shoulder massage. The sound of manly purring had most of the girls in class in a state of crazed hormonal overload.

Even separate, those two were pretty awesome. First teacher had a soft, kind voice and loved to do practical hands on experiments like making soap or brewing our own root beer. Second teacher had enough plants in his class for it to feel like a greenhouse instead of a classroom, and he was fairly absent minded. At one point, he walked smoothly into the class, scooped up a marker, paused just as the marker tip hit the whiteboard, his eyes slowly widened and he yelled “OH SHI—-” and RAN out of the room leaving us all stunned and confused. About 2 minutes later he came back carrying a huge plant. Apparently he had left it in the girl’s shower room to leetch something out of the soil under the water and forgot about it. I wish we could have watched him trying to sneak into the change rooms in the middle of class to steal a plant! He was also responsible for the plague of crickets that tormented us during final exams. The crickets he was breeding as food for his lizard got loose and spread through the school. Imagine trying to write a final in a huge silent gym with the odd chirp sounding for no apparent reason. So annoying…

In the home - в доме

Review/Oбзор

картина - picture, painting
камин - fireplace
одеяло - blanket
чулан - pantry, storeroom
выход - exit, going out, coming out
мебель - furniture

New Words/Hовые Cлова

стена - wall
подушка - pillow, cushion
сад - garden
чердак - attic