there is no next time but i couldn't resist

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 1)

Summary: Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Author’s Note: Just 3.5k of nerd!tae femdom smut. Listen to THIS while reading the bathroom scene.

Kinks Included in this chapter: Toy use (on tae)- sexual acts in public- tae wearing panties ;)

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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Final Part

The room shook with deafening vibrations. He stared in awe at his fellow students who seemed completely oblivious of what was happening right in their presence, and Mr. Thomson droned on as if the room wasn’t about to cave in. Taehyung alone sensed it, like how animals seem to know just before an earthquake is about to strike while the dumb humans went on with their lives unaware of the disaster about to befall them… Or maybe he was the only one hearing it because the source of the vibrations was stuck so far up his ass that each time he shifted in his seat his vision went star-white.

A light chuckle tickled his ear and his tormentor whispered, “Ease up, puppy, you’re gonna call attention to us.” The words were nice and soothing but the hand that ran up the inside of his thigh was anything but.

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Ok so this popped in my head today as I was contemplating writing horrible smut: Barba decides to handcuff Sonny to the bed so that he can ride him and drive him wild without letting him touch (because Sonny loves to touch Barba, gets off on that almost as much as anything else). Only instead of using the handcuffs they have specifically for this purpose, ones that have a safety release, he accidentally uses Sonny’s real handcuffs.

And Sonny left the keys at the precinct.

Cue a panicked discussion over who to call — Barba wants to call Liv, figuring she won’t ask too many questions, Carisi wants to call Rollins because yeah, she’ll laugh but he’d never be able to look Olivia in the eye again if she came over to uncuff him — and then, after realizing how late it is, they both agree they can’t call their colleagues with kids.

Which leaves them with only one person to call.


“I do not even want to know,” Fin says without preamble, brushing past a very red Barba who had the forethought to get dressed while they waited for Fin to get there. Carisi opens his mouth and Fin glares at him. “I mean it. I do not want to know. As far as I’m concerned, I wasn’t here, this didn’t happen, and I know nothing about my colleagues’ extracurriculars.”

“I can explain,” Barba starts, weakly, because he has to say something.

“Oh yeah?” Fin asks. “You can explain why I’m uncuffing a junior detective from your bed at 2 o'clock in the morning, Counselor?”

Barba just mumbles something incoherent and goes to pour himself a drink.

When Sonny’s finally free, he gives Fin a tentative smile. “Thanks,” he offers, as he rubs his wrists.

“Don’t thank me,” Fin says warningly. “Thanking me means I did something and as we’ve established, I was not here.”

He leaves without a word of goodbye to either of them.

Barba rejoins Sonny in the bedroom a few minutes later, slightly less red than before. Slightly. “So, that was…”

“Yup,” Sonny says.

“We should, uh…”


True to his word, Fin says nothing. Not to Carisi, not to Barba. He acts like nothing happened, even as Sonny tiptoes around him for a week and Barba starts sweating every time he sees him.

Three weeks after the fact, Barba’s on his way back to his office when Carmen stops him. “Sgt. Tutuola dropped this off,” she says, and Barba’s blood runs cold.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice coming out higher pitched than he had any rational explanation for, and he grabs the file from her and disappears inside his office.

Inside is a single sheet of paper, instructions printed from a how-to website: How to pick the lock on handcuffs

Fin’s attached a post-it note with a simple, handwritten command: Next time, Google it first.

starscrumbling  asked:

i had this chloenette idea where chloe and mari are partnered for this art project and chloe is all ready to be Fighting™ but mari decides she just wants to get this over with and along the way chloe looks over at her and idk mari is doing something cute like sticking her tongue out and chloe is like "....oh" and starts blushing like mad and mari is just like "???" and awkwardness ensues

……… *frantically grabs her keyboard*

Words: 1809

Chloe heard her name and Marinette’s name called out by their teacher, and she wanted to freaking die. 

After the first couple of projects where work wasn’t handed in, two separate projects were handed in out of spite, and presentations just dissolved into heated arguments and angrily waving laser pointers, it became an unspoken rule amongst their teachers that Chloe and Marinette could not be partnered together for projects. Seriously. It was for the safety and sanity of the whole class. For the greater good. For peace and prosperity. 

Clearly their art teacher didn’t give a single crap about that. 

Marinette just let out a flat, stern, “No.”

“Ditto,” Chloe snarled. “Keep her five hundred and ten feet away from me or I swear to god I’m going to have an aneurism.” 

Their art teacher sounded much to patient with them, and Chloe found the whole thing suspicious. “Darlings, it’s actually wonderful that you two don’t see eye to eye. The whole point of the project is to display two different interpretations of the same scene. Disagreements are encouraged!”

“I don’t think you understand,” Marinette explained. “You put us at the same table, and I will not be held responsible for any damages when I kill her.”

“Oh bite me, Dupain-Cheng! I’m wearing heels today. Don’t make me dropkick you.”

Marinette snorted. “Sure you’re not going to break a nail putting in some actual physical effort?”

Chloe smirked cruelly. “Oh, I’ll be breaking something alright….”

“Girls!” their teacher interrupted. “Enough of this nonsense, you’re young ladies! Group assignments are final. But since you two seem so privy towards enacting bodily harm, you’ll be sitting at my desk at the front of the room so I can keep an eye on you. One argument, and I’ll mark you both down 3 points. Is that understood?”

Chloe felt her eye twitch. She’d already been getting notes home from her teachers about issues regarding homework assignments that looked to similar to others in her class and group projects where she admittedly contributed a minimal amount of effort. She really couldn’t afford to be knocked down points because Marinette decided to be a literal nightmare. She didn’t think her father would be too pleased to see her come home with another note to sign and another pile of extra homework. 

Crap. She was going to have to be civil. Gross. 

Their teacher clapped her hands impatiently. “Move along now, ladies. Grab your sketchbooks and come sit up here. Time is precious!”

Chloe made a show of grabbing her art supplies, huffing as loudly as she could, and stomping over to their teacher’s desk. Marinette slumped down in the seat right next to Chloe, both of them keeping their gazes straight ahead and refusing to acknowledge each other. They had a full view of the entire class that was already hurriedly getting to work on their own projects, meanwhile Chloe was quickly trying to calculate how she was going to survive this period without wanting to bang her head against the chalkboard. 

Marinette broke first. “We get this over with as soon as possible. Agreed?”

“Well, duh. No need to sit here with you any longer than necessary.”

“God, would you stop for two seconds? Look, we don’t necessarily have to talk to each other to do this. We have the prompt, and we can just sketch our interpretations on our own. We’ll…..just pretend we talked together about it afterwards and bullshit the reports later. Sound like a plan?”

“A plan where I don’t have to interact with you? It’s like freakin’ heaven on Earth. I wonder where the choir of angels is.”

Marinette let out a withering sigh as Chloe smirked and turned to her sketchpad. “Let’s just….work. And not speak to each other. Can we do that?”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Chloe answered. “You make it sound as if I’m dreading the very thought.”

Admittedly, it wasn’t as horrible as Chloe was anticipating it would be. Once the two of them buckled down to do their own work, it was very easy to pretend that Marinette didn’t exist. Plus there was nothing more encouraging than having their teacher stare them down critically from across the room to make sure they didn’t attack each other in the middle of the class period. Chloe supposed that the impending threat of a failing grade was also a pretty good motivator as well. However, Chloe wasn’t much of an artist and personally didn’t see the point of the art classes they took anyway. It only took her about 15 minutes to grow completely bored before she dropped her pencil and peeked over at Marinette’s work. 

It was so annoying that Marinette was such a good artist. One, because Chloe hated admitting that Marinette was better than her at anything, and two because there was no way for Chloe to spontaneously become a better artist to spite Marinette back. Chloe wasn’t a bad artist per se, but staring in between their two sketchbooks was downright infuriating and Chloe was so tempted to make a biting comment just to piss Marinette off. She remembered to reign herself in and instead pulled out her cellphone to take a break for a couple of minutes before trying to draw again. 

Chloe had refreshed her Facebook news feed three times when she suddenly heard humming coming from her right. She rolled her eyes and was about to tell Marinette to shut the ever loving hell up – Facebook required concentration for God’s sake – but she turned to Marinette and felt her jaw go slack. 


She must’ve really not been paying attention because she didn’t even notice when Marinette pulled out her pigtails and threw her hair up into a bun. The baby hairs at the back of her neck were hanging loose, and there was one strand of hair tickling the side of her cheek. Chloe didn’t think she’d ever seen Marinette in a bun before. It was….odd, but in a way that didn’t fill Chloe with annoyance. If anything, she had to grudgingly admit that she looked….nice with her hair up. Softer somehow. 

The sleeves to her button down were rolled up to her elbows, probably because the charcoal sticks she was using were getting all over her fingers and forearms. There was just a small smudge of black on the bridge of Marinette’s nose – like she’d rubbed her face and didn’t realize she’d accidentally dirtied it – and damn it all, it was cute. Chloe glared at the thought. Well that was ridiculous. Since when was Marinette cute? That was such a wrong word to use for her. Marinette was infuriating, unsupportable, and most certainly not aesthetically pleasing, adorable messy buns and charcoal smudges aside. 

It was then that Chloe recognized the song that Marinette was humming along to – some new, catchy hit that had been repeating on the radio all week. Marinette was bobbing her head and swaying her body along to the beat while she worked, as if having a song and a rhythm in her head helped her work. She started smiling when she got to the chorus, and just as she started brushing her middle finger across her project to smudge her lines, her tongue came poking out of the corner of her mouth as she began concentrating even harder. 

Chloe blinked. Shit. Okay. Fine. That was really precious. Super adorable. She didn’t think people actually did that, yet here was Marinette doing that and looking downright charming while she did it. The whole image was just so completely non threatening, and it didn’t make Chloe want to hate her. It made Chloe want to tuck her loose hairs into her bun, rub the smudge off her nose, and watch her while she worked. Marinette was so often fighting with her, it wasn’t often that Chloe got to observe her sit so still and act so absorbed in her work. It was surprising, was all. So surprising that Chloe just kept staring at every little detail just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. After all, she didn’t really want to work on her project. And she had nothing else better to do…

“Um….can I help you?”

Chloe blinked, shook her head, and was suddenly meeting eyes with a very perplexed looking Marinette. She’d stopped sketching and was regarding Chloe cautiously. Chloe realized that she was still facing Marinette. Crap. Had she spaced out? Had she caught her staring? Dammit. 

“N-Nothing,” Chloe scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t need anything from you, Marinette.”

Marinette raised a brow. “You were staring…”

“Was not!”

“Yes,” Marinette replied patiently. “Yes you were, you were totally spaced out and staring right at me. What is it?”

Marinette didn’t sound angry or annoyed. She just sounded confused, which meant that Chloe hadn’t done something irritating like she normally did. She’d done something weird and that was enough to have Marinette looking at her like she’d suddenly started handing out presents and compliments to her entire class. God, what the hell was she thinking? How had she not noticed where her gaze was falling? How on Earth was she supposed to explain her way out of this one?

“Don’t flatter yourself darling,” Chloe tried to recover. “This project is abysmally boring, and I was trying to drown out everything around me. Like I would waste my time staring at someone like you.”

It seemed to have worked because Marinette responded by rolling her eyes and turning back to her project. “Whatever you say, Chloe….”

Chloe breathed out a quiet sigh of relief and decided now was as good a time as any to go back to her own drawing. The fewer chances she gave herself to stare at Marinette, the better. 

Not that it mattered anyway, because Marinette was still humming next to her. Which made Chloe think of her cute head bobbing. Which made her think of her lovely hairstyle. Which made her think how nice Marinette looked in button downs. Which made her think how darling it was that Marinette pouted her lips while she sketched. Which made her think how in the hell she hadn’t noticed that Marinette was freakin’ beautiful this entire time?!

Chloe paused. 

Okay. Okay, yeah, so she definitely just thought that. Shit. 



Chloe Bourgeois!” her teacher hollered from the other end of the room. “Mind your language please!”

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her hand. She looked sideways at Marinette who was staring at her oddly again before shaking her head and turning back to her drawing. Chloe pressed her fingertips to her temples and leaned her elbows on the table, staring at the desktop in abject disbelief. 

Yup. There was that aneurism. 



I am a serious artist I promise you


anonymous asked:

It would be often Bucky didn't let you come along on late night food runs, scared for your safety, and the times you did go it was because you gave him the ready puppy eyes he couldn't resist. But this time it wouldn't work and you frustratedly yelled, "fine, I'll go cuddle with Steve!" And got huffy and stomped to your best friends room hearing Bucky chuckle behind you. As promised, you cuddled up next to Steve, a lighthearted glare in his direction. "You're a piece a work, babydoll."

hahahahh I imagine Bucky just comes in and tell Steve “Move over, punk”

Daddy Wednesday™

thedemonicmagician  asked:

( ˘ ³˘)♥

Don’t wanna lose you, don’t wanna lose.
Don’t wanna lose you, don’t wanna lose.
I get impatient, with every word.
The more you ask me, the more I’ve heard.
This is a thirst that I’ve never had,
I’ve never bled for another man.


And today’s AU of the day from the iwaoi thirst squad @tei-gen and @crossbelladonna is Corpse bride AU (happy end edition because I am the biggest dweeb)

(I just wanted,,,bokuaka to do that piano duet scene,, but I forgot about the angst ending whoops ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽)

[ @madamehenriette

Louis XIV loved and hated going to the masked balls, all the same. He had such a love for dance, love for the arts, but sometimes, he did not feel like attending.  He’d attended this one though, dressed as Apollo.  Being dressed as Apollo was something he enjoyed. It symbolized a lot of who he was, and he’d found himself dancing with Henriette most of the night, although he called her Minette and had as long as he could remember. But lately, he’d really noticed her and found himself not wanting to stop noticing her. He’d taken her out on the terrace and instead of kissing her lips, he’d kissed all of her fingers, and then he’d disappeared. He had left. But, he had lain there most of the night, and thought about it, thought about different moments, how he still kept the yellow Spanish topaz in his pocket after all these years, so much. And he realized that what he felt for her was much deeper than friendship, and he needed to find her.  

Those thoughts were still on his mind the next day, and he’d watched her enough to know she disappeared the same time everyday and that it was usually to the pool house. He headed there, hoping to find her. He wanted to see her. He needed to see her.  As he got closer, he waited inside, wondering if today would be another day that she needed to get away. He wasn’t even sure what he’d planned to say to her. He just wanted to see her. 


“Maz eats ice cream before every game! We realised it’s the secret to his success.” / “Maz gets first pick. Maz, which one do you want?” / “I think I’ll skip today.” / “What? Maz, you gotta have your rainbow sprinkles, bro.” / “I just don’t want it.” / “Serious, Maz, I got, like, three extra.” / “The things I do…‘cuse me - there we go.”

UNDRAFTED: “Okay, but what if it creates a fissure in the space-time continuum?”

I just heard on the tv that the first female minister of the Italian Republic was from Castelfranco Veneto which is like right next to my town, her name was Tina Anselmi and she’d also been in the resistance against the nazifascists because her father was a socialist and she was forced to watch the Nazis hang 31 young partisans in an event that’s still commemorated in the whole street the hanging took place in (we have a fuckton of monuments to the resistance and the partisans and the Alpini army that fought against the Nazis as well; it’s pretty much impossible to go to any town around here without meeting several landmarks dedicated to it)

and like I didn’t know about her. In school I didn’t learn about her even though this specific area is very devoted to preserving the memory of WW1 and WW2 and especially of the people who died in them. But I’m happy I heard about her, better late than never. That’s a great role model if I ever heard of one!