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“A Date with Markiplier”, Darkiplier Theory.

After watching “A Date with Markiplier” multiple times, and replaying and replaying the parts where Darkiplier is featured; I have created a theory as to why Dark acts the way he does (In these videos, not as whole). Now, let me first start off by saying, this probably, (definitely) is not the BEST Dark theory out there. And there are probably holes are mistakes in this theory, or repeating themes. But nonetheless, it is a theory that I have created that is interesting.. hopefully. Note: This theory comes with spoilers! If you haven’t watched the whole video, or at least the Dark parts, please do. (The video and Darkiplier parts are linked above.) And even if it may not seem like it, I worked really hard and long on this theory. (Literally about 3 days. And typing all of this up took about 2-4 hours.) So please treat it with respect. (But don’t be afraid to add your own theories or thoughts on this! Feedback is always welcome. Positive or negative. Just don’t be a butt about it.) So, without further ado, let us begin! I hope you have the patience to read it all. Enjoy! 

This theory is mainly based on the parts where you are confronted by Dark while you are watching “The Dark Mark”. What you are going to read below is me basically showing images of Dark, taking direct quotes he has said in the videos, and explaining why he is saying what he does. 

We start off by having Dark glitch and fade into view. He tilts his head to the side, saying he has missed us very much. And that he has been waiting a long time to see us again. 

Then he continues on saying: “I’ve been pushed asideReplacedMocked.” Now this caught my attention even from the beginning. How has Dark been pushed aside, replaced, and mocked? Who has done this to him? Why? I tried to reflect more on what that meant, but Dark kept talking, catching my attention even more…

Who is “He”? And why does Dark think this… “He” is going on an adventure with us? Why and how was Dark not invited to it? 

Dark continues…

Dark mentions “He” again. Saying this person promised he would let him in. Again. Who promised Dark and what promise was made between them? 

This is where the theory begins. The main idea of this theory is based on a small post I made a while ago. If you have already read it, then you’ll understand where I’m going with this. If not, I suggest you read it really quick HERE

And now… we shall truly begin. 

Dark begins our one-sided conversation with: “I’ve been pushed aside, replaced, mocked.” But what also connects with this statement is what he says later: “ I’ve been waiting patientlyHe promised he would let me in again!” Now, since Dark is basically Mark’s inner demon, I could only assume that the “He” Dark keeps talking about is Mark. But what promise did Mark make with Dark? This is where I start to lean back on my older theory I hope you have read. 

I believe that Dark is in love with us. Or… at least has some sort of feelings for us. Or is at least curious about us. So, I think in the past Dark asked Mark permission to take control over Mark’s body so that he could spend time with us. Get to know the person he has unexplainable feelings for. Mark complied. Promising Dark that one day, Dark would have the opportunity to talk to us. But that day never came. And now Dark feels as if he has been Pushed aside. Replaced. And Mocked. These feelings have been repressed, but now since Mark is on this “adventure”, or “date” with us, Dark’s feelings and anger have come out. Dark feels that he has been pushed aside because he literally has been pushed aside. This date was supposed to be the date Dark was finally allowed to spend time with us. But instead… he got pushed. Pushed into the deepest, darkest, places of Mark’s mind. Mark didn’t want Dark to come out on this date. Because he was planning, later down the road, to propose to us. And he didn’t want Dark to ruin it. So Mark took over Dark, replacing him, even though he promised Dark that he would be allowed to take control. And now, Dark feels angry, hurt, and mocked. Mocked because today was supposed to be his day with us. But now he has to watch us through Mark’s eyes. Unable to do anything. Unable to talk to us and ask the questions he’s always wanted to ask. All he can do is stand back and watch the person he has feelings for go on a date with someone who betrayed him.

“And then he had the gall not to invite me to his little adventure with you.” This connects to what I said above. Mark has pushed Dark aside and didn’t allow him to take over on the date. Quite literally, he wasn’t invited on the date. He was casted away and replaced. But the one word Dark said that caught my attention was: “Adventure”. Why did Dark call it an adventure when he knew it was a date. A proposal, even? I believe the reason to be simple. Dark is angry and jealous right now. He doesn’t even want to call the event we are going on with Mark as a “date”. So, instead, he calls it an adventure. Making it easier on him and his heart. Also hoping in that calling it an adventure, he’ll make Mark look silly and foolish. As if he doesn’t know what a real “date” is. 

This part was very interesting. After saying all he said, spewing out his anger and frustration, Dark fixes his tie and suit, straightening up and saying: “ I’m tired of giving people a choice.” From what we have learned earlier, this sentence can only mean that he is tired of giving Mark the choice on controlling when and where he can allow him to take control.

But then, Dark sighs, saying: “But I suppose I could give you one last option.” Hearing Dark say this was extremely odd to me. Didn’t he just say that he was tired of giving people (Mark) a choice? But yet right after, he turns around to give us options and the ability to choose? I think he does this because no matter how closed off or frustrated he may get, he still wants to give the us the ability to choose. Since he has some sort of feelings for us, he doesn’t want to force us into something we don’t want to do. 

He continues: “Take your pick. Anything of four different choices, more than he could’ve ever given you.” Why did Dark give us so many options. Why did he bitterly say “more than he could have ever given you.”? And why did all options but one actually lead to a place that continues the story? 

I think the bitter remark and the option of more choices go back to Dark’s “adventure” statement. He wants to make Mark look foolish. Make Mark look like he can’t provide for us as much as he can. Even if it’s something simple as being able to go more places. But why, in giving us all these options, did only one actually go somewhere? It’s because, even though Dark does have feelings for us, he still is “dark”. He is still evil, demonic, etc. He purposefully made only one option that actually goes somewhere. He makes us go on a “date” with him (later on) the only way he knows how. Manipulation and Illusion. He gives us the illusion of choice, when really he manipulated it so there is only one right way. And that is to go on a date and spend time with him. 

This makes him sound pretty evil doesn’t it? That he just manipulates and cheats his way through until he gets what he wants. And that may be true, but.. At the same time, it’s actually pretty sad. That is all he knows. To cheat, to steal, and manipulate… Dark was toyed with and replaced. Promised he would be allowed to be with us. But that didn’t happen. And now Dark is forced to make his own path. Struggle to take control over Mark, and find a way to where we will spend time with him. Not Mark.

“So take your pick. Show me what you’ve got. And maybe… We’ll have a good date after all.” Wait what?! Did Dark look down shyly at the ground… Smile… And say “Date”?! This really blew my mind after I watched it a couple times.

After taunting us on by saying: “Show me what you’ve got.” Dark pauses, his face suddenly seems to soften. “And maybe…” He cracks what looks to be a smile and briefly looks down at the ground, “ We’ll have a good date after all.” He looks back up, but his face and body immediately harden and become cold and static once more. What just happened?! Mark randomly says “Maybe we’ll have a good date after all.” And he shows emotion and smiles? Why does he do this? I think I know why. 

Obviously, Dark has been waiting to spend time with us. And now that he has Mark under control and is alone with us, he finally realizes that his dream of being with us is soon to become reality. He smiles and quickly looks down to hide his emotion that he is excited for this long awaited day. And, instead of calling it an “adventure” like he did when he vaguely defined our outing with Mark, he says “date”. Making it official and saying it more for himself than us. But then, after he realizes he slipped: showing emotion and calling our alone time a “date”, his face hardens and he composes himself back into the stone cold Darkiplier once more. But in trying so hard to compose himself, he lets a small, angry frown dance dance across his face before straightening. Showing that he is angry with himself for showing so much ambition.

(Note: Phew! This is a lot of writing! I hope you guys are doing ok and you like this! Stay in your seat, there’s a lot more to yet come!)

*We choose “Freedom”*

“If dinner is what you want then I can provide…” We are now officially on what Dark described as a date. He glitches and we are suddenly sitting at a table with what looks to be a cup and a bottle of wine to the side. As I watched and rewatched this, I found it interesting that Dark chose to place us in a dinner date situation. The same setting we were at when we were with Mark. And say things like: “I can provide…” Why did he place us in a dinner date setting? Why did he say if we wanted dinner, then he could provide it? The answer is interesting. 

Remember, the whole date you were having with Mark, Dark was also seeing and experiencing. So that means, Dark was there even for when Mark misplaced his wallet, making you have to pay for the meal. This obviously annoyed Dark. Enough to the point where he had to physically point out and show us that if we wanted dinner, he could pay. He could provide us with a meal. This is basically a big slap in the face to Mark. Once again, Dark is trying to make Mark look idiotic and that the outing/ date we were on with Mark, wasn’t a date after all. And that he can do a better job on planning a date and providing.   

The date carries on. “And I can take you wherever you’d like to go…” I found this odd when Dark said this. It’s kind of a random thing to say on a date isn’t it? But it all makes more sense when you look at it this way:

Near the beginning and basically throughout our whole date with Mark, he keeps saying that he has our whole day planned out. And that he can’t wait to take us to certain places. I think Dark said this as yet another jab towards Mark. Mark had our whole day planned, swiftly leading us from one location to another. But Dark said: “ I can take you wherever you’d like to go..” almost as a counteroffer to what Mark was doing for us. There is a sense of freedom when Dark says he can take us wherever we would like to go. A sense of freedom and choice. Dark seems to be using this statement to try and make him look more appealing to us than Mark. Possibly even more fun or risky than Mark.  

After Dark states he can take us anywhere, he then dumps this heavy and scary: “I can especially take you to where you don’t want to go..” on us. 

Honestly, I was a little confused on why he would say this. Is it because he’s “dark” and evil and he would actually enjoy to take us places we would hate? Or is he using some weird, vague form of reverse phycology? Is he saying that “the places where we don’t want to go…” is back to Mark? It would kind of make sense. After saying and telling us of all the things he can do for us and provide for us, the last thing he would want is for us to still choose and go back to Mark. But he says that he can take us to where we don’t want to go, meaning that he would take us back to Mark if we chose that. 

Dark continues to talk, but then he begins to glitch and shake. He is then suddenly screaming: “I can give you anything!” And then as fast as it came, it goes, and he continues talk to us normally saying: “I’ve been waiting a long time. To get some personal time between us…” Ok… What just happened here? He was screaming one minute and then normal again the next?

I think Dark glitches and screams “I can give you anything!”, because he momentarily looses his composure. He’s been spending a good portion of this date trying to show us that he can provide for us and comparing himself to Mark. I think he starts to become frustrated in himself and how we aren’t reacting the way he would have hoped. Thus, his inner voice comes out, screaming, frustrated and angry that we can’t understand that he can give and provide everything we want and need.

After his short episode, he continues talking. Saying he’s been waiting a long time to “get some personal time between us…” I think he’s saying this because the only time he has ever been with us, or has “spent time with us”, is when he is being pushed to the back of Mark’s mind and has to watch from the sidelines and listen and hear Mark’s words and thoughts. But now that he has finally taken over Mark, he can truly get the personal alone time he’s always lusted over.      

The date continues, and Dark has one more episode. But what happens next is interesting. Dark says: “So.. Now that we are here together… We should really get to know each other…” And then suddenly, it looks like Dark is split in two. One part of him thrashing around and screaming. Why? Because it’s Mark… Trying to escape Dark’s possession of his body. 

Remember, this whole time we have been with Dark, Mark has been there, watching and listening to what Dark is saying. (Which also explains why at times, Dark twitches his head. Its because Mark is there in the back of his mind try to take control once again.) So Mark has been fighting Dark this whole time, and it seems Dark is slowly running out of time and loosing control, hence the episodes he keeps having. But notice where Mark made a big push to take control when he did. He did it right after Dark said we should “get to know each other…” It seems as if Mark didn’t like the idea of Dark getting to know us, and vise versa. Probably thinking Dark is going to take advantage of us at some point on the date. So, he tries and puts all his strength in trying to take back control before Dark can do anything to us. But once again, as quickly as it starts, Dark glitches and the image of Mark is gone, and Dark is back to normal.  

You just need to let me in… It’s as simple as that…

When I first heard this, I thought that Dark meant that we should allow him into our mind or soul. But as I began to create this theory, I began to think… What if Dark didn’t mean our soul or mind… But our heart? I mean, during this whole date he has been trying and trying to show us how much better he is than Mark, and how he can do all these things for us. Basically saying, how he can care and love us, just in a very “Darkiplier” way. What if he just wants to be loved by us. Accepted by us? And the only way he knows how to say that is something off putting like: “You just need to let me in..” Maybe all he wants is just a chance  with us. A chance to show how much he cares and ask us why he is feeling the way he does about us? 

After asking us to place him in our heart, and give him a chance, Dark then takes us outside. Believing that he has taken full control over Mark and boasting about it by saying: “You’re never, EVER, going to escape me…Not now-” He is confronted by Mark, in physical form. (Now this part can basically just completely eradicate my theory that Dark has taken over Mark, and not that they are two different people with their own bodies. Now that theory, COULD technically work here, but I decided I like the “Mark and Dark are two in one” theory better. Since Dark IS essentially Mark’s inner-demon. So I’m going to say that this part is actually where Mark gains some power within his mind, and now Dark and Mark are fighting for dominance.) 

After they fight for a while, a gun is dropped and you now have to decide to choose whether to shoot the left or right Mark. Later on, we find out the the Right is Dark, and Left is Mark. And this is where I was confused with what they are saying until I put up the captions. And what each of them were saying was interesting. 

Left Mark (the real Mark) starts off by saying: “You don’t have much time he’s going to kill everybody.” 

While Right Mark (Dark) says: “Shoot him. He needs to die.” 

The thing I found interesting was what they both first said to defend themselves. Left Mark (Mark), immediately starts off by saying that: There isn’t much time, and that Right Mark is going to kill everyone. Mark is trying to warn us. While Right Mark (Dark), just simply says off instinct: “Shoot him. He needs to die.”… Now that’s harsh. Mark just wants to warn us that if we don’t shoot Dark, we will all die. So he’s trying to save both us and himself. But Dark just spurts out that Mark NEEDS to die. No note of concern, or worry. No thought of what might happen afterwards. They keep talking, still trying to convince us: 

 Mark says: “He’s got weird eyes. Don’t trust him at all.” 

While Dark says: “He does bad things to good people.” 

Now, the thing I found extremely interesting was this part right here. Mark says that Dark has weird eyes, which is true. He is known for having completely Dark eyes. But how he said the next part is what caught my attention. Mark said: “DON’T trust him at all.”. He didn’t say “I don’t trust him at all.” But simply, “Don’t trust him…” Therefore, Mark was telling US not to trust Dark. It was a command. Because he knows what Dark is able to do. 

What Dark says also caught my attention. Why would Dark say: “He does bad things to good people.”? Isn’t Dark supposed to be the “bad guy” here? Manipulating and weaving around things to get to what he wants? True, that is what he did to get us to date him. But just because he did those things, do you think he even wanted to? We have already proven that in the past, Dark asked for permission to spend time with us. But since that didn’t happen, Dark had to take control. All because Mark betrayed his promise to Dark. So maybe, Dark is saying “He does bad things to good people.” Because he’s hurt and angry that Mark didn’t fill out his promise. That Mark led him on only to be trapped in the back of his mind again, while he got ready to propose to the person Dark had feelings for without even been given a chance. 

After we shoot Left Mark, Right Mark comes over saying: “You made the right call. Come here, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Assuring us and embracing us. We then continue the date by getting ice cream. We sit down while Right Mark continues to talk, saying: “We’ll enjoy some nice, dairy-based treats. And erm, get to know other. Really, personally…” We then begin to eat our ice cream when the screen flickers and glitches. We look back up and are greeted to see Dark sitting across form us. Dark then says: “Oops. Looks like you’ve made the wrong choice. But now we’re going to be together… forever.”

When I first watched this side of the date, I paid no regard to what Right Mark said. But after rewatching the mini date we had with Dark, and going back to this, I noticed something. Dark always seems to talk about getting to know us, or getting close to us. Spending personal time with with. Before, during our private date with Dark, he said: “I’ve been waiting a long time. To get some personal time between us…”  So when right Mark said: “Really, personally…” It became obvious that it was Dark sitting in front of us. After Dark transforms into his true self, he then says: “Oops. Looks like you’ve made the wrong choice.” I believe Dark said this because he knew, that if we knew who the real Mark was back when we had to decide who to shoot, we would have chosen the real Mark hands down. So he kept quiet. Hoping that with luck, he could say the right words and look innocent enough and emulate Mark, that we would shoot the wrong man. Before we are met with “Try Again?”, Dark continues, “But now we’re going to be together..forever.” and smiles. The first time I heard this, it sounded creepy, and some of you might think so as well. But I think Dark said this because he was finally free. Free of Mark’s hold on him. And free to be with the person he is curious about and has unexplained feelings for. He’s finally free to provide and care for us, without Mark battling for control in the back of his mind. Because that part of him is now dead. He can finally get to know us. Get that personal, intimate time he has always yearned for. He’s finally found freedom from being pushed aside. Being replaced and being mocked. He can finally have a true chance with us. A chance… for us to let him into our heart. Because we’ve always been in his.     

Why I'm a Daddy.

I’m a Dom and there’s no questioning that fact. My earliest remembrance of dreams/fantasies involved domination senarios. It’s in my DNA. So how can I identify as a Daddy? Because it’s in my DNA too.

I’m a nurturer. I’m a caregiver. I’m affectionate. The fact is I like to treat my lady like a princess. I want to feel needed, I want to be clung to and I desire the feeling of calm I have when my princess is with me. I love running my fingers through her hair, softly caressing her skin and just allowing her to throw off the stresses of her day.

Yes, I can be dominant and sadistic. Yes, I can set rules and administer punishment when they are broken. Yes, I can be rough and controlling, I love to tie my Baby up and torture and tease her. But at the end of the day, I just want to hold my Baby close, cuddle her and watch the expressions on her face as she watches her favorite Disney movie. This is where I am most at peace in this world.

Does that take away from me being her MASTER at times? No. Does it make me weak as a DOM? No. All it does is just allows me to be the man I was born to be. I am MASTER. I am Sir. I am Daddy.

Created by Thought-from-Mark

Closer

Request: Avengers!! Specially Steve, Bucky and Tony, why Tony has always to be reader’s dad?? I’m 20 years less than RDJ and I’ll fuck him like crazy! 😂 😂 theme fluff and of course ‘it always end in a…’ smut. Thanks!! 💜💜 

Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2932

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut, suggestion of a daddy kink, light spanking, (should I warn an age difference?), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), A couple of gifs that could be considered NSFW

A/N: So, my first Reader Fic. Thank you so much, @fsp82, for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Also, I listened to Closer by the Chainsmokers a couple of times while writing this so that’s where the title came from along with a few little things within the story.


Tony has always had a thing for pushing people’s buttons, and your buttons were no exception. A little touch here, a sly comment there, and it all drove you nuts.

For how annoying as he was at home, that’s how protective he was in the field. He was always there, literally hovering overhead unless he had something he had to be doing.

The most frustrating part of all of this is that somehow, despite always being there, he had yet to realize your feelings for him.


Now safe in your hotel room, you kick off your combat boots and strip off the layers of your uniform as you head into the bathroom. You start the shower, letting the water heat up as you pull your hair loose from its braid. You go back out into the room, digging your hairbrush from your duffel bag. Just as you’re about to head back into the bathroom, there’s a knock at the door.

As you approach the door, you have every intention to send whoever it is away. Then you look through the peephole to see Tony standing there. You smile to yourself, allowing yourself to hope for something to come out of this.

You open the door without hesitation, not a care in the world even though you’re half naked.

“Can I help you?” you ask, a sly smile playing at your lips when you catch his eyes roaming your body.

He shakes his head, clearing his head, and looks you in the eye, “Y/N, hey, I was wondering… it’s not too late and you know since we’re in Italy… I thought maybe…”

You bite your lip watching him stumble over his words, surprised by how nervous he seems to be.

“Take a deep breath, Tony, and just spit out.”

He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Do you want to get dinner? I know you’re probably tired, but this seemed like too good a chance to pass up.”

“Let me shower and get dressed. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

He smiles, “Right. See you in a bit.”

You watch him as he heads back down the hall to the elevator. You shake your head, closing the door and rushing to the shower you’d nearly forgotten was still running. The mirrors in the bathroom are foggy, but the water’s still hot.

You take what could be considered the fastest shower of your life, though you’re careful to clean every inch of your skin. You dry your hair as best you can before pulling the loose tresses into a somewhat fancy bun.

As you approach your duffel bag, you silently thank Natasha for convincing you to pack something nice. “It could come in handy,” she’d said, “since we’re staying overnight.”

Thinking back on it now, you’re certain she knew something you didn’t. So you pull on the tight, black pencil skirt and the dark red, crop top you’d so carefully packed.

You keep your make-up light, settling for a little bit of eyeshadow and your signature winged liner. A little mascara on your lashes and a pair of black sandals on your feet, and you were ready to go. You find the purse you’d stashed and check to make sure you have everything you’ll need before heading to the lobby.


You search the room for him, your eyes finally settling on his form where he stands at the hotel bar. As you get closer to him, you realize that he’s changed clothes. His t-shirt and jeans now replaced by a sleek, dark blue suit and a black dress shirt, a thin black tie around his neck. He hasn’t seen you yet. You wouldn’t mind skipping dinner… Who needs food when you could just pull him in by his tie and drag him back upstairs…

His eyes settle on you, a growing smile spreading across his face as he scans every inch of you.

Once your close enough, and much to your surprise, he wraps an arm around you waist and pulls you close.

He kisses your cheek, whispering, “you look beautiful,” in your ear before setting his glass on the counter behind him and leading you to the front door.

He keeps you at his side as you walk through the city in a comfortable silence, taking in the darkened sights. There’s not very many people out, but you see a few other couples walking the same way the two of you are. He guides you to a restaurant somewhere in the center of town, the atmosphere of the place much more relaxed than you had expected.

Watching him, you can’t help but feel that right now he is in his element surrounded by the fancy scenery, and something about it is beyond attractive. Honestly, you think it’s downright sexy.

He still hasn’t said a word to you since before you left the hotel. He orders some fancy red wine and a few dishes from the menu for you both to share. His expression as he looks across the table at you is soft; there’s admiration in his eyes, but his gaze is nerve-wracking because you still don’t know what to think of any of this.

The waiter returns with everything all at once. Once each plate is in place, he pours the wine and sets the bottle down before disappearing with little more than a nod of his head.

You reach for your glass, taking a generous sip. Tony smiles again at your reaction to the taste of it.

“That’s amazing.” You say, meeting his eyes.

“Wait until you try the food.”

“You’ve been here, haven’t you?”

“A few times over the years.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he just laughs it off and starts eating. You join him, eating a little bit of everything, but settling on the tortellini you were lucky to have closest to you.


Three hours and two bottles of wine later, the two of you have completely knocked down any walls between you. The conversation flows easily, the small space between you filled with your voices and laughter. The plates had been cleared long ago so the table is empty aside from your glasses and your hands where they meet in the middle.

“We should probably head back.” Tony mutters, glancing at his watch.

“Right.” You pull your hand back, “We’re supposed to head out early tomorrow.”

He pulls out his wallet, dropping enough cash on the table to cover everything, and stands up. He comes around to you, holding his hand out and guiding you to your feet when you take it. You stifle the urge to gasp when he laces his fingers with yours. So now you’re heading back to the hotel, hand in hand, and over the moon.


Back at your room, you fumble with the keycard. Why are you nervous? It wasn’t anything new for him to be so close, but the sound of his breathing literally inches from you in such a small, quiet space is almost too much. Once the door unlocks, you turn the handle and push it open a bit. You stop in your tracks, turning to face him.

He’s still just inches away.

Centimeters…

Just close enough that if you leaned forward a little more…

His kiss is sweet, a hint of chocolate and wine still lingering in it. He puts a hand on your hip, the other cupping your cheek as he deepens the kiss. By the time you pull away, you’re barely standing and your chest is heaving.

“Y/N…”

You look up at him through your lashes, afraid to look him directly in the eye.

“I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t want you to make any decisions until I’m done. Okay?”

You nod slowly, afraid to speak.

“I’m in love you with you. I don’t when I realized it or why I waited so long to tell you. I just know it’s how I feel. If you’d rather be with someone else, I’ll understand. I know I’m a little unstable and that I can be annoying. Sometimes I spend too much time in my lab, and I don’t always take such good care of myself. Maybe I drink a little too much and have some pretty bad impulse control. Still, you’ve always been there. You make me want to be better. You make me better, and I don’t even think you realize it. So whether or not this goes anywhere, tonight was important to me. You’re important to me.”

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, you’d tightened your grip on him, a hand wrapped securely around his tie. Slowly, you look up to meet his gaze, smiling when you see how much hope lingers in his brown eyes.

You start moving back, pushing the door open as you pull him into the room. The door slams shut right as his lips collide with yours again.

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You pull his shirt from where it’s tucked away in his pants and get to work on the buttons as he loosens his tie. He kicks off his shoes while you unbuckle his belt. He pulls your shirt away while you undo the button and lower the zipper. You push his pants to the floor; he unzips your skirt and pushes it down as well.

The backs of your legs hit the bed. You pause for a moment before sitting at the edge of the mattress. He’s leaning down to you, his lips still against yours, his tongue still between your parted lips and moving against your own. You pull your feet up one by one to remove your shoes. He puts his knees on either side of you one by one to remove his socks.

You move back on the bed until you reach the top, laying back against the pillows. His hand moves down your side, over your hip and to the back of your knee where his grip tightens before he parts your thighs further. His hips settle over yours, grinding slowly against you. You moan into his kiss, your thighs tightening around his hips in response to his movements.

He breaks the kiss after what feels like a lifetime. Your lips feel numb, a slight burn left behind from the friction caused by his beard. His eyes only stay on yours for a moment before moving a little further down to your still covered breasts. His fingertips tease your skin at the top of the cup before down to the clasp that sits between them. He pops it open with ease, pushing both cups aside before taking a breast in each hand.

You sigh, arching your back and pushing into his touch. You free your arms from the straps and then pull the bra away from your body, tossing it to the floor. He glances up at your face before his eyes return to his own hands and he leans down to take the hardened peak of your nipple into his mouth. You gasp at the new sensation, combing your finger through his hair.

His hips roll down again before he begins moving further down your body. His fingertips hook around the waistband of your panties. He watches your face as he pulls them down and away, tossing them to the side. His kiss moves to your inner thigh.

“Is this okay?” he asks, for once seeming unsure in his actions.

Once you provide a breathless affirmation, his head is between your thighs, his tongue laving through your folds and circling your clit.

One of your hands fists in his hair while the other grabs tight to the pillow that rests beneath your head.

“Oh, god, Tony… Fuck…”

In response to the slight bucking of your hips, he grips your thighs and presses you tighter to the mattress. Just as you look down at him, his eyes open to meet yours. His eyes flutter closed again as he moans against you. Your grip on his hair tightens as that sweet tension builds in your lower abdomen. Then as his tongue moves further down and pushes into you, you can’t hold on anymore. He keeps going, swallowing down everything you have to give him.

You hum in pleasure as he pulls away. You hand falls free from his hair and down to the bed.

“You okay?” he chuckles.

“Uh-huh.” You beckon him closer with a wave of your hand, “Come here.”

Once he’s hovering over you again, he lowers his lips to yours. You can taste yourself in his kiss. His lips leaves yours a moment later, moving down to your neck.

Originally posted by ferrronika

“I need you, Tony.” You whisper, trailing your fingertips up his spine.

“I’m all yours, sweetheart.” He smiles, raising your hand to his lips and placing a kiss to your palm.

“Come on, baby, you know what I mean.”

“You’re sure?”

“I love you, Tony. I would have said it before, but…”

“We got a little caught up.”

You giggle as you nod in agreement.

“God, I love it when you laugh. I can’t wait to hear your scream.”

His words make you gasp. He chuckles and stands up to remove the tight fabric of his briefs. Then he over you again, his generous length just inches from your waiting core. A bit to your surprise, he lays on his back beside you and grabs your hips.

“Like I said,” he whispers, positioning you over him, “I’m all yours.”

His grasps the base of his shaft in his hand, positioning his cockhead at your entrance. Your body opens for him, taking him in inch by inch. Your head falls forward once he’s buried to the hilt.

“Damn, you’re so tight, baby.” He groans, “Feels so good.”

You breath is shaky as you begin to move against him, moaning each time he slides back home. You start slow, watching him come undone beneath you. His eyes are focused on where your bodies join. His bottom lip is held tight between his teeth. His focus shifts, though, when you moan his name. He grins as his hands move over the curve of your ass. You gasp, your movements faltering when his hand strikes the soft flesh.

You recover somewhat quickly, bracing yourself against his chest as you begin to move faster. The way you’re positioned against him delivers much needed friction against your clit. There’s nothing but the sounds of your moans, groans and grunts filling the room. He hits you again, spurring your movements on and making you move just a little faster.

Your hands move from his chest to the mattress on either side of his head. He stills your hips, taking over by thrusting his hips up.

Shit!” you scream, clutching his shoulder and digging your nails in.

His arms wrap securely around your waist, and he flips you to your back, easily keeping up his unrelenting pace. Your moans become screams of pleasure as he drives you hard into the mattress.

He hooks his hand behind your leg and pushes your knee up to your shoulder. The new angle lets him go deeper, edging you closer to your release. He finally eases up, settling into a slow, hard pace. A few more thrusts right against your g-spot and you’re the one coming apart beneath him.

The clenching of your walls around him draws his own release from him, the heat of his come coating your inner walls. You heave several deep breaths as he collapses beside you after a couple of minutes.

“Be right back.” He whispers, kissing your forehead and getting up from the bed.

You hear the water turn on in the bathroom. After a moment, it shuts off again. He comes back out to you, his touch gentle between your thighs as he cleans you up. He goes back to the bathroom, tossing the towel into the sink from the doorway.

He climbs back into bed with you, pulling the blankets up and over you. You rest your head on his shoulder, your hand on his chest. You trail your fingertips over the scar on his chest left behind by his heart surgery.

He takes your hand once again, bringing your hand to his lips and placing kisses on the pads of your fingertips.

“You know,” he says, kissing your forehead, “we’re never going to live this down if the team finds out.”

“Let them find out. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

“So you’re prepared for the jokes about our age difference? I mean, I’m pretty much old enough to be your father.”

“Does that mean I should start calling you ‘daddy’?”

“Only if you don’t want to get any sleep tonight.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you sit up and lean close him, your lips barely an inch from his, “Daddy.”

He spanks you once abruptly, “You asked for it, baby girl.”

You giggle as he moves to hover over you, his kiss rougher than before.

Originally posted by couplenotes


The next morning, you’re both back on the jet but keeping your distance from one another. It’s not necessarily on purpose. He’s helping with setting the navigation. You’re sitting across from Natasha at the back of the jet, cleaning your weapons.

“Thanks, by the way, for the advice on the outfit.” You say, looking down the barrel of your gun.

“I told you it would be useful, and I was right.”

“Yeah,” you smile, looking in Tony’s direction and catching his eye; he winks at you, a smile on his face when he turns his attention back the screen projection in front of him, “you were.” 


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My roommate is A GIRL?!

Originally posted by hey-seoul-sistah

Don’t forget to tell me how thirsty you are in the comments/Request box ;)

WARNING : You might blush/scream/laugh/ BE EMBARRASSED AF/ DIE OF FEELS or fall for Jungkook’s adorable personality <3

FOR THOSE WHO ARE NEW TO THIS STORY THE LINKS ARE DOWN BELLOW

JK ROOMMATE AU : PART 1/PART 2/PART 3/ PART 4/ PART 5/ PART 6 /PART 7/ PART 8 /  PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11

Genre: College au/ Roomate au/ Romance/fluff/ Smut (sometime soon)/Angst (in this chapter) /Comedy ( tbh there’s way too many dumb moments in this series lol)
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 11 641 words
Summary: Jungkook is your campus roommate who has a huge crush on you. He’s been hiding it for so long and you’re still clueless about it.


CHAPTER 12: Conflicted Coconut head turns into a panty dropper

Jungkook came back to his senses when you closed your eyes.

What, you close your eyes?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOWWWW??!! SOMEONE SEND ME HELP!!! *CRIES A RIVER*

Panic suddenly invades his body as he watches your eyes suddenly shut on their own. He would momentarily ask himself, what was he doing so close to you in such an intimate position only lovers usually shared? It was the perfect occasion for him to simply lean in and get rid of all these emotion pilling up on his body and heart for the past year and half, but jungkook knew better than to let his impulsion win over his love for you.

He sure felt these raging emotions and his heart throbbing crazily as if it’d burst any second, but he couldn’t help but soften while looking at your soft facial features. As much as this was his best opportunity to show you that he was a man, he preferred backing up and admire you from afar. You were his biggest fantasy, his weakness, his most loved one and he knew better than to lose all the respect and trust you had for him.

Y/N deserves way better than this, he bites on his bottom lip while brushing his thumb over your soft cheek

“Y/N-ah” his manly tone calls your voice

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Here we go…

I got around to analyzing the Cross x Dream comic, and, well, let’s just say I found some stuff I kinda wanted to bring attention to… whoops… sorry in advance? (I’m not trying to hurt anyone, I’m just being overly observant as usual.)

And no, this actually isn’t another rant about how Nightmare is unloved, thank goodness. This is supposed to be half comedy, so only take it half seriously. My strong reactions to things are for comedic effect, I mean. In fact, most of it is simply my reactions to the comic while I was reading it.

I don’t own any of the images used.

Update: Since the Cross x Dream comic was abruptly discontinued, this post doesn’t have much importance anymore, but I’m still going to leave this here for… historical purposes? Yeah, let’s just go with that.

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Why So Lonely?

Aries: I thought you were my guiding light, but all you did was blind me

Taurus: To me, you were everything, but to you, I was nothing

Gemini: I guess I never grew up and realized that stories don’t end the way they do in the damn books

Cancer: You promised you’d find me, but I guess we both got lost in the maze

Leo: I can’t even say that I love you, and I don’t even care enough to apologize for it

Virgo: You had all your priorities but apparently I wasn’t one of them

Libra: Love is a two-way street, and we both decided to take different paths

Scorpio: Your brown eyes were just brown eyes until I fell in love with them: my heart was just a heart until you left it shattered on the floor

Sagittarius: You promised you’d fly with me, but all you did was tie a chain around my ankle and pin me to the ground

Capricorn: This place seems much quieter now that your noise isn’t here to fill up the space

Aquarius: Being with you it felt like mind control, and it made us out of control

Pisces: Because I still can’t believe I lost my mind over someone who wouldn’t even mind me at all

Marvel fans, stop sending death threats

Said it before but y'all really don’t give a single fuck about Sam Wilson unless he’s sucking Steve Rogers dick in one of your fanfics and it’s getting old. Like really, really old. You get a solid book that tackles race relations, police brutality, immigration, corporations, and the media just like you wanted. You get a book with a black lead, strong black woman, a Mexican immigrant, and a burly gay man all in the main cast. And what does everyone do to the book with all this in it?

Ignore it.

And then the author of the book decides to bring back Steve Rogers after he was turned into an old man and give him his youth back with the catch being that he believes that he’s a Hydra agent. And that means Nick Spencer’s a hydra loving nazi? He’s a white supremacist all of a sudden?

Fuck you guys. Deadass, get out of my face with that shit. First off, all you Steve Rogers stans need to hop off his Aryan dick and realize that, yes he was created by a Jewish man, but that doesn’t mean Nick Spencer’s spitting in the face of Judaism. Steve Rogers is not the greatest Jewish icon, please sit the fuck down.

Secondly, Steve Rogers’ been fighting Hydra for over 75 years now. And only now is he acting as an agent of Hydra. Is it the most exciting twist in his publication history? Arguably not. But at least he’s doing something new with him.

And third, y'all don’t have to read the series if you don’t want to. You don’t have to read Secret Empire or even Sam Wilson: Captain America either. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean you can send death threats and threats of violence towards Nick Spencer or anybody else involved. Like, what the fuck is wrong with you? Bet you wouldn’t be able to handle it if one person sent you a death threat over some fanfiction you wrote right? How’d it feel if thousands of people were telling you to go kill yourself over something you wrote?
It doesn’t matter that the character was used to represent America in some propaganda comics in the 40’s. It doesn’t matter if the character was created by Jewish Americans in order express and empower themselves. It’s a comic book character. It’s not that deep. Entertainment related shit is not worth threatening people over.

But what really fucks me up the most about everything is that you dumb motherfuckers don’t know how comics work. No matter what the story is, no matter what changes, things always go back to the way they were before. It happened with Superman, Batman, Wally West, Barry Allen, Bruce Banner, a majority of the X-men, Sam Wilson, and even Steve Rogers before and it’ll happen again. Everything always resets one way or another. I mean, just look at Steve Rogers history for a second and you’ll find out that the dude’s done everything from quitting being Captain America, to turning into a werewolf, to even fucking dying and he still always came back to pick up the shield one way or another.

TL;DR take a deep breathe. Nick Spencer isn’t a nazi sympathizer and he isn’t actively trying to trample all over Jewish Americans. Steve Rogers will go back to normal eventually. Don’t threaten people over comics you weirdos. Please read Sam Wilson: Captain America.

P.S. Not all authors hold creative control over the covers of tie-in books for line wide event crossovers. And covers don’t give away events that happen inside the issues themselves all the time.

"Your Big Night"

This was requested by an anon who wanted a fun, ticklish, fluff-fest.
Forgive me it’s a bit short… But let’s fluff it up!

•••

“Newt, have you seen my earrings? You know we can’t leave without them”

You were just about ready to leave for the party with your childhood best friend, new bestselling author, and man of the hour, Newt Scamander.
“I’m sure you look perfectly fine without them” Newt appeared in the doorway, dressed in an elegant blue suit.

Man, he sure knew how to dress to impress.
“But I set them on my dresser a half a second ago, and now they’re gone!”

“(Y/N), they’re only earrings. They’re not even the important part of the outfit.”
You turned toward Newt, irritation written all over your face.

“You’re missing the point. I wanted to look perfect tonight! It’s your big night, I should’ve been absolutely stunning for you!”

‘You will always be stunning to me’ he thought.
You were dressed in a floor length, sparkling, silver gown and your normally messy curls were tastefully pinned up into a twist.

A diamond neckless rested effortlessly above your collarbones, and it was needless to say you were trying very hard to impress.

And Newt was completely in awe of your beauty.

He shifted nervously, staring at the floor.
“It’s really not that big of a deal” he sputtered.
“Yes it is! Your book is finally finished! And not only that, it’s becoming one of the fastest best sellers in the history of magic! I can’t be your date looking anything less than a million bucks.” You twirl in your dress, showing off the glittering patterns in the light.

“(Y/N)… you always look like ‘one million bucks’” you blushed suddenly, tucking a stray curl behind your ear.
“Thank you Newt”

He stood straight up and fixed his tie, clearing his throat to rid the air of the tension from that last conversation.

“You can go without them.”
“No I absolutely cannot!”
“We don’t have another choice, we’re suppose to be there in 20 minutes, and I’d rather be on time to my own gala!” He suppressed a chuckle, as you pouted.

But then, a devious idea struck you.
“Fine.” You sauntered closer to him, biting your lip and reaching for his bow tie.
“But it If I can’t wear something I want to…”
Then, you looked him dead in the eye.
“Then neither can you” and with a fluid motion, you yanked his black tie from around his neck, and ran like mad.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), that’s not fair! Give it back!” He called as you ran into the living room.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to take it from me” you teased, and turned to face him, dangling his tie playfully behind your back.
“You really don’t want to try me” he warned, breaking into a grin.

“Oh…and why is that?”
“Because I’ve known you long enough to know that you are incredibly ticklish.” Your cheeky smile instantly dropped.

“No…wait, I-I didn’t mean it! Newt, stay back!” You warned, but he was advancing on you quickly.

“Give me the tie!” His mischievous side taking control.
“Newt stay back IM WARNING YOU”
Then, he rushed at you, effectively tackling you to the floor.

You both landed with a thud on the carpet, and he quickly crawled on top of you, sitting on your waist, effectively pinning you to the ground.
He then started furiously running his hands up and down your sides, ticking you.

“NO NEWT, STOP. PLEASE” you were laughing so hard it brought you near tears. The air was suddenly filled with a mix of natural laughter.
You started to warn him that you couldn’t breathe any longer, and finally, he ceased your giggly torture.

“Do you yield?” He stared down at you.
You smirked, and cheekily twiddled your fingers with the black fabric.

“After that? In your dreams!” You were completely at his mercy, so refusing him the silly article of clothing might not be the wisest option.

“(Y/N)…” he warned, breathing heavier than normal.
“Ok fine” you conceded, and held the bow tie in your open palm.

But he did not take it.
Instead, he seemed to be fixated on your gaze, studying your wild eyes, and how your cheeks were suddenly flushed pink from laughing.

There was also something unreadable behind his expression, and if you didn’t know any better, you would think it was utter admiration.
He was staring down at you with a certain hunger in his eyes.

You coughed, breaking the silence.
“Are you good, or do you need me to put it on for you?”
His hand immediately came down to yours, closing his fist around the stolen tie.

Your eyes locked once more, and there was some sort of understanding between the two of you, some feeling that completely over took you in a matter of seconds, and replaced every logical thought with an intense heat.
He quickly leaned down to capture your lips with his.

You were frozen with shock for an instant, but eventually started to kiss him back.
His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you off of the ground, into a sitting position.
It felt so…right.

So right, that you couldn’t understand why you hadn’t been doing this all along.
You grabbed a hold of his collar, and deepened the kiss.

It was as if someone had set off fireworks in your mind, the sensation was indescribably wild.
Newt then pulled away, completely wide eyes staring back at you.

You immediately felt his absence from your lips.
“I-I don’t know what to say” you laugh nervously as he lifted a hand up to stroke your cheek.
“Then don’t speak” he smiled wildly, but just before he was able to pull you in for another kiss, you recoiled.

“But we’re going to be late for your big celebration” you state, but his eyes were too full of lust to focus on reason.

“I’m sure we can spare just a few moments.” You nodded vigorously and pulled him back into another passionate kiss.

This wasn’t exactly how you thought your night would go.

But you couldn’t say you weren’t pleased as hell with how it really went.

Originally posted by wandamaixmoff

Mission impossible...?

Hello everyone! Sorry it took me this long to post another story for the next prompt of Gajevy week. This one is for Day 4- Trouble Twins.

Hope you like it! Leave a comment to tell me your opinion!

Word count: 2.4 k (shorter than usual, but good quality [I hope so])

Ffnet


When Wendy and Romeo accepted this job, they never believed it would be this hard. But here they were in the middle of the room back to back, each one tied up tightly to a chair with no possibility to use their magic to get free.

Their enemies were indeed formidable. They had managed to bind both young mages in an instant and place a rune script to prevent them from using their magic. Now, two of their foes were approaching menacingly towards them. Their steps were slow as if taunting the two mages to try to save themselves from their impending doom. Their weapons pointed directly at each mage; the end of the cannons glistened in the dim light of the room.

“Now, do you give up?” The third enemy said with cockiness in her voice from her position on the far end of the room. She sat proudly on her ‘throne’ with eyes that gleamed with mirth at the sight of the two defeated mages.

“We can’t!” Wendy’s voice quivered slightly with fear but still roared in determination. She strongly believed that Fairy Tail mages never gave up, no matter how strong their opponent might be. Besides, the alternative for standing their ground was just impossible.

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The Truth About Nurses, from an Ungrateful, Selfish, Arrogant Surgeon -

written by William R Blythe, MD (preface by Marta Farb)- Sep 18, 2015

Preface     I have entered the Golden Age of my career.  I call it gold because it is a precious commodity to work with people who have dedicated their lives to caring for others.  I train and support the leading electronic health record application of this country as a trainer and analyst.  But that’s not what I really do.  I encourage.  I dissect, decipher, and translate.  I listen, empathize, sympathize.  I stay in my classroom after training has ended to hold the hand of a nurse who breaks down crying, worried that she will lose her job of 40 years because she is not good with computers.  I’ve listened to the story of a pediatrician who is giving up the one profession he knows and loves because he sees the writing on the wall – he is long past retirement age and he is not interested in learning something new – not at 72.  And I observe the bright faces of the young residents and nursing school graduates staring back at me in the classroom, eager to learn but even more eager to care for patients.

The personalities found on a hospital floor fit the parallel world around us.  Yes, I’ve met and worked with the loving and the kind and the selfless.  I’ve also been elbow-to-elbow with some of the not so loving, not so kind, and not so selfless.  I’ve been the messenger that dozens have people have shot because they just don’t want an electronic health system changing their work life so dramatically.  Yes, I have scars but I wear them next to my badges of success.  One badge was given to me by the very same nurse who cried in my classroom.  I returned to the hospital and visited her on the med-surg unit about seven months later.  I found her busily typing away at her keyboard right outside her patient’s room.  She logged off, quickly retrieved her patient’s meds from the Pyxis.  Walking back I asked her how it was going.  She non-chalantly replied “Oh, it’s easy!  So much better than I ever thought it would be.”  And then she smiled and explained that she had advanced so quickly on the system that she had been chosen to be the unit’s Super User, training floor nurses herself.  I hugged her and saw, for a brief instant, a shimmer of gold.

In honor of those nurses and doctors, I am grateful to share Dr. William R. Blythe’s essay below:

“When a patient comes to our hospital for surgery, these are the people who take care of them:  The Pre-Op Nurses meet the patient, make sure they are ready for surgery, complete mountains of paperwork, reconcile their medications, sign permits, check labs, answer questions, allay fears, and make certain the patient is properly prepared for surgery.  And they put up with me.

The Circulator Nurse is in charge of the OR.  She makes certain the room, equipment, personnel, implants, disposables, medications and every other detail are ready.  She oversees that everything is checked twice, that everything is documented properly and that the proper surgery is performed on the right part and the right patient every time.  Her job is to ensure that we do everything right, every time, with no exceptions.  She makes certain that every sponge, needle, gauze, blade and specimen are properly accounted for.  And she puts up with me.

My CRNA puts the patient to sleep and attends to them through every moment.  She listens to their every breath and heartbeat.  She makes sure they are asleep, safe and comfortable.  She holds children her lap and talks to them like a mother while they go to sleep.  She makes certain every patient goes to sleep and wakes back up as safely as possible every time, no exception.  And she puts up with me.

The people who operate directly with me are Nurses or Techs, not doctors.  They make sure we have the proper instruments and equipment.   My Scrub hands me what I need before I ask for it.  She can anticipate what I am going to need next better than I can many times.  She makes my job easy and she makes me look like I know what I am doing when sometimes I am less certain.  The person across the table from me is often an RNFA or SFA.  They operate directly with me - tie the knots, cut the suture, retract, hold, pull, control the bleeders, close the wounds and a million other things.  I simply could not do what I do without them.  And they put up with me.

The PACU Nurses take the patients from the CRNA and recover them from anesthesia and surgery.  They assess and dress wounds.  They treat pain and anxiety and fear.  They hold screaming babies in their arms until they are awake.  They hold hands of grown men who are disoriented and fearful.  They re-assure and calm the parents, children and spouses of the patients.  They give wound, medication and discharge instructions, and they transfer patients to their room.  They land the plane, and it’s as important a job as any in the world.  And they put up with me.

The Nurses in the ICU and Floor take care of the patients, not me.   The ICU nurses are infinitely more capable of monitoring and assessing sick patients than am I.  I try to stay out of their way and let them do their job, and they let me know when they need me.  The Floor Nurses take care of every detail of every patient:  What and when they eat; medications; wound care; ambulation; checking vitals, labs, weights, sugars, pulse oximetry, I’s & O’s; draw and check labs; start and re-start IV’s; and countless other things that only nurses understand.   They spend time with the patient and family all day.  They educate and answer questions.  They pray with the patient and family.  They cry when their patients die.  And they put up with me.

The truth is that if a patient is in the hospital for 48 hours, they may see me for the smallest fraction of that time.  I say a brief hello before surgery, I operate, I speak to the family, and I make rounds each morning.  I may spend 15 minutes each day at any one patient’s bedside.  The rest of it - every second, every bit, every detail, everything - is performed by the Nurses.  Honestly, the one who probably needs the stethoscope least is me.

And in the end, through it all, they put up with me!”


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Festivities - Allison Argent

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

requested by an anon who made me sooo excited to write it!!
warnings: swearing
word count: 2172


I was excitedly running into the apartment complex Id been in and out of a million times before.  But tonight I was smiling so wide that I was worried the doorman wouldn’t recognize me.

“Afternoon y/n” Wallace said, tipping his hat and showing some of his sprouting white hair.  “What a large bunch of balloons and flowers you’ve got there”

“Afternoon Wallace” I nodded back, and picked out a blue balloon.  I walked over and tied it to the post he was stood next to.

“Why thank you” He said, smiling back at me.  I chuckled and nodded.

“It’s Allison’s birthday” I told him, and his brows raised.

“And what have you got planned for the lovely lady?” I smiled a devious little grin.

“A whole day of fun” I said, and his mouth made an ‘o’ as he did that elderly little ‘oohhoo’ sound.  I laughed as he did and nodded my head.  “Well turning eighteen is a very big deal”

“Big party planned?”

“Well sort of, but that’s tomorrow night” I said with a little shrug.  “Today’s just me and her” I winked over dramatically and Wallace rolled his eyes.

“You youngsters and your sexing” I laughed a little louder at him, shaking my own head at his wording.

“I’ll see you around later Wally”

“Have a good day y/n.  Wish miss Argent a happy birthday for me” I saluted him in answer as I walked off to the elevators.  Pushing the 3 button was slightly difficult with one hand holding an abundance of balloons, and a large bouquet of roses and daisies in the other.  But somehow I was able to, and I was lucky because no one else got into the elevator.  When I reached the floor, I walked down the hallways  to the memorized door, not even having to check the number on the door.  I just pulled the key out of the pocket in my jacket, and unlocked it.

“y/n!” Chris Argent was sitting there at the kitchen table, a newspaper in his hands.

“Hi Mr Argent” i said with a big smile.

“So many… balloons and flowers” He said, smiling a little.

“Want one?” He chuckled shortly and shook his head.

“I’m alright y/n” He said.  “Allison’s in her room” I smiled and quickly walked down the hallway.  I opened up her door, carrying in all my items.

“Happy birthday!” I grinned.  I only got a groan in response.

The girl was still in bed.  Wrapped up in blankets and nearly asleep.  But I do believe I just woke her up.

“y/n?”

“Well good morning sunshine” I chuckled, walking over to her.  She yawned and sat up on her elbows.

“What time is it?” She asked, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

“Five o’clock dear.  Have you slept all day?” She shook her head.

“No.. no I was up earlier.. Dad made me breakfast” She sat up fully and finger combed her hair.  “Sorry.. did we plan something tonight?”

“Nope.  But I’ve got a surprise for you babe” I said, kissing her nose quickly.  “Now come on, get dressed” She yawned again, and her eyes landed on the balloons and flowers in my hands.

“Are those for me?” She asked, smiling big.  I nodded, and she took the flowers, smelling them immediately.  “There are vases in the second cabinet in the kitchen, put these in water for me while I get changed?” She asked, and I nodded.

“Absolutely” I set the balloons on her desk, placing the rock they were tied to on top of a stack of papers.  Then I went out to the kitchen with the roses and tulips.

“Vases are in the second cabinet” He said, and I nodded, picking out a pretty one and filling it with water.

“Alli told me you made her breakfast”

“I did indeed, homemade french toast and scrambled eggs.  Try beating that.  Because no birthday date can top it”

“Oh really?” I asked, raising a brow.

“Allison’s a daddy’s girl”

“Not when she’s in bed” I winked, and he gagged.

“You do realize that’s my daughter you’re talking about” He said, both brows raised as he folded up his newspaper.

“What’re we saying about me?” Allison asked as she walked out.  I was putting the flowers in the vase as she stood next to her father.

“Oh, your girlfriend here was just giving me a nice update on parts of your relationship that I don’t need to be hearing” Allison giggled.

“What?” I asked innocently, and she just shook her head at me.

“Dad, y/n will tell anyone who’ll listen.  So don’t believe a thing she says” My jaw dropped as Chris laughed.

“Trust me.  I’ll try to forget it as soon as I can” He said.

“Okay okay enough making fun of me can we go now?” I asked, and Allison laughed.

“Yes, we can go now” She said.

“I’ll bring her back at… well at some point” Chris just waved his hand dismissively, already going back to his newspaper.

“I’m not worried.  As far as I care, neither of you can get pregnant” He said as we walked out of the door.  When it closed Allison and I burst into a fit of laughter.

“By the way, I have never lied about our night life” I said with a smirk.  Allison winked.

“He doesn’t know that” She said as we got into the elevator.  “So tell me, wonderful and perfect girlfriend, what do you have in store for the night?” I chuckled.

“Kissing up to me is not going to get you any answers.  It’s a surprise” I said, and she sighed.  When we got out of the elevator, Wally saw us and grinned big.

“I see miss y/n was able to snatch you up” He said as we passed him.

“Yep.  Stole me right from my nap too” Allison replied sassily.  Wallace laughed.

“Well y/n that’s no way to keep a girl around” I waved a nonchalant hand, making a pft sound.

“Alli would never leave me”

“Oh I wouldn’t?” Again he laughed at her snarky response.

“Why of course not.  You think you could ever find someone better than this?” I asked, gesturing to myself.  She laughed and shook her head before linking her arm through mine.

“Come on hotshot”


On the drive to the theme park, I learned two things.

One: Allison looked amazing no matter what.  She was in an old sweatshirt of mine from when I played track, and leggings.  She was flawless.

Two: She hated blindfolds.  No, she really hated blindfolds.

“It’s just a little further” I said calmly as I entered the parking lot.

“Are we here now? Can I take this off?”

“Ask again and next time I’ll tie you up too” I said, finding a space to park in.  She pouted.  I only smiled because I knew she couldn’t see me.  She made a groan but must’ve realized when I parked the car.

“I don’t want to ask” She stated, bouncing her leg.  I giggled and reached over the control center to unbuckle her seat belt.

“You wait here, I’ll get out and help you out” I said quickly, before grabbing the keys and hopping out of the car.  I hastily made my way around and opened her door.  “It’s me” I announced, and reached out for her hand.  “Okay, step” Allison managed to get out of the car without tripping or hitting her head.  I closed her door.

“I will fall you know, if you keep me blindfolded” I chuckled.

“Well then I’ll be here to catch you”

“Not if I drag you down with me” I laughed again, and her arm hooking around mine as we made our way up to the entrance.  “I hear… carnival music” Her lips turned up into a big beautiful smile, and I squeezed her arm.  “It smells like…”

“Two tickets please” I said to the man working the entry booth.  I gave him the ten bucks it costed, and he slid me two red plastic bracelets.  I clipped Allison’s on.

“Popcorn and cotton candy” Her smile only grew bigger while I put on my bracelet.  I reached up then to take off her blindfold.  As soon as I untied it she squealed quietly as she looked all over the carnival ground.

“It’s the Beacon Hills Spring Festival” I said and smiled sheepishly.  “It’s the last night they’re in town and I thought you’d like to com-” She reached forward, cupping my face and pressing a long kiss to my lips.

“You’re amazing” She said happily, and I took her hand in mine, the both of us already heading to get a huge bag of cotton candy.

“Oh, I know” I said with a wink.

“Cocky too” She snorted.


After we’d eaten our bag and played some shitty games that ended up winning us a small stuffed dog that was bound to rip before next week, we wandered around.  We spent a lot of time taking pictures with clowns, and even got airbrush tattoos on our wrists.  Allison had always wanted an anchor tattoo on her wrist, with two intersecting arrows going through it.  So that’s what she ended up getting.  I got a single horizontal arrow on my wrist, and when I held her hand, it pointed to her.  I thought it was romantic.  She thought it was cute.

“Where else do we have to go?” She asked me, and I looked over the small paper map in my hands.

“We can go to the mirror maze, and the photobooth?” I offered, and she grinned, squeezing my hand as se pulled me into the house.  We laughed, making weird faces in the bent and curved mirrors.  She took a bunch more pictures, and when we’d reached the end, we were both in a fit of giggles from all the wonky looks we’d had.

“Come on, let’s go take pictures” She said, tugging on my arm again.  I nodded, and opened up the curtain for her to go in.  Then I slid in next to her.  I put in the five bucks and right away we grinned at the camera, letting it snap a normal picture.

“Here, let’s use these” I pulled out giant sunglasses from the prop box, and put a pair on her, and one on me.  We made jazz hands as that picture was taken.  We took off our sunglasses and tossed them back into the box.  “Okay maybe we can-” She turned my chin and kissed me softly.  I heard the camera snap, and smiled against her mouth.  “Well that’ll make for a nice picture” I hummed, and she nodded, smiling back at me, and her eyes twinkled.  The last picture was taken, and I kissed her quickly before opening up the curtain.  I grabbed the photostrip excitedly.  Allison grabbed the extra copy, and was grinning as she looked at it.

“We’re the cutest” She said, and I chuckled, kissing her cheek and sliding the pictures into my purse.

“Come on” I said softly, nodding my head over to the ferris wheel.  “Let’s end the night in the most cliche way possible” Allison giggled and nodded as we made our way up to the line.  It was pretty short, so luckily we wouldn’t have to wait long.

“I’ve liked the cliche carnival date” Allison said as I leaned back against the railing.  She stepped forward, holding a hand in each of hers.

“Good.  I have too” I smiled, and she kissed me gently.

“Next” The bored and aging carnival worker said monotone, making me giggle as we parted and walked into the gondola.  We set all our things, consisting of a stuffed dog, half a bag of cotton candy, two purses, and Allison’s shoes.  I sat down on one side and she took the spot next to me.  The ride started up and she leaned her head on my shoulder.

“You want a picture?” I asked softly, and she shook head.

“No, no I just wanna enjoy this moment” I smiled and rubbed my hand up and down her shoulder.

“Happy birthday Allison” I turned my head to kiss her forehead.

“Thanks y/n” She replied.  I kissed her forehead again, then tilted down to peck the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, and eventually our lips found each other.  She hummed, slowly wrapping her arms around my neck and I pulled her closer.  When she pulled away, she gave me that sweet Allison Argent smile.  “I love you” She whispered, and I hooked my finger under her chin.

“I love you too” I murmured back.  “Happy birthday baby” She nuzzled her head into my collar bone, right under my chin.  I pulled her close again, running my fingers through her hair softly as we reached the top of the ferris wheel.

It was such a beautiful sight.

And no, I didn’t mean the view of the city.


here’s somethin tiny and cute.  I love writing allison she’s such an angel heart eyes x10000

xoxo ~ jordie

Yes, Professor Winchester

Originally posted by kylorenstolemyheart

Summary: Reader wants nothing more than to be with her new professor on campus, but knows she’ll never risk it…

Pairing: Professor!Dean x student!reader

Word Count: 2,704

Warnings: language, smut (almost), inappropriate relationship

A/N: This is the first part of a potential new series if you guys want more…


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Learning To Dominate

Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word count: 1,001
Warnings: Smut. Oral sex (female). Unprotected sex.
Request: ( @stephizzle94  ) so i havent seen any castiel smut lately and id love to request some! my only thing is i dont really know about a plot? maybe priest!castiel or something with dom!castiel. i mean he’s a kick ass angel of the lord, an a soldier, yeah?? i give you total creativity in this :x
Authors Note: So I went with Learning To Be A Dom!Castiel

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Rockstar

Based off the au prompt “i’m a rockstar and you’re a fan who snuck in and do you maybe wanna help me ‘blow off some steam’ back stage because ur A) really hot and B) pretty obviously willing“ from this prompt list. Nessian smut, which means @accidental-rambler gets tagged.

The band had been attractive enough, Nesta supposed.

              She leaned against the wall and contemplated the concert she had just watched.  She hadn’t planned on coming – had it been Feyre who had asked, Nesta would have just shot it down.  But she could give credit where it was due, and rather than asking herself, Feyre had set Elain on her, knowing Nesta could never tell her middle sister no.

              So, when Feyre had claimed she could totally sneak them backstage… well, Elain had been so excited, and Nesta had gone along, even though all she really wanted was a cup of tea and her knitting needles.

              (Had Feyre known her thoughts, she would have pointed out that Nesta had never finished a cup of tea and always ended up throwing her knitting across the room in a rage)

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Anon request: Brendon takes a BDSM class because the readers says he’s too soft in bed.

Warning: Very heavy kinks - Choking, slapping, wax and knife play, derogatory language and extreme dominance. You have been wanred!

I hope you like it sweet!

Practise Makes Perfect

*Brendon’s POV*

I was up in our bedroom, setting up things for tonight, I had been taking classes for the bedroom for over a month, she’d told me I was too soft and that I’d never try anything rough “but that’s ok” so I decided to prove her wrong. Before we had gotten together she spoke about liking it rough one time we all played truth or dare, she clearly liked it. I’d bought some rope and a few little things to use, I’d got a flogger, some candles, a blindfold and a little outfit for her, I was nervous to use them at first but gained a lot of confidence through the classes. The thing I was most nervous about was a small flick blade, it wasn’t too sharp but would easily graze the skin, she’d mentioned liking scratches so I prayed to god this wasn’t too much, I hoped everything would go to plan. I kinda hated the term BDSM at first but was used to it now, besides, I’d always found the idea of it all hot, just never had the confidence to try it, so I took the classes to prove a point. I laid the outfit out on the bed, hiding the rope and other things under the bed, I was just on time, hearing the front door open. I felt pretty confident and super excited about tonight, I’d made sure she kept it free and had everything planned out, I couldn’t wait to show her I could be the man she wanted in the bedroom. I rushed downstairs quickly, trying to get myself in character, I walked up to her slowly, smirking slightly as I pulled her into a kiss. She pulled back before I got any chance to deepen the kiss, her eyes were different, she pushed me back slightly.

“We need to talk.” She frowned, pulling back, my heart sank a little, by the sounds of her voice tonight wasn’t going to plan at all.

“What is it baby?” I asked touching her cheek gently, she batted my hand down, stepping away from me.

“Don’t baby me, who the fuck is Lucy and why is she texting you about experimenting? You’ve been disappearing once or twice a week for the past month and giving me the shittiest most vague excuses, like seriously I’m not an idiot! What the fuck is going on!” She babbled angrily in one long breath, I sighed, Lucy was a girl from my class, fuck I knew it was a bad idea to swap numbers with her, we just gave each other ideas, she helped me figure out this whole night.

“No baby, it’s not what you think, let me explain.” I pleaded with her, taking her arm in my hand, she sighed, gritting her teeth slightly.

“Fine, go, explain.” She waved at me, get jaw clenched from anger, I took a deep breath, surprise ruined.

“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise, but remember when you said I was soft in the bedroom?” She nodded frowning still. “Well, I’ve, kinda been, taking some classes, like to be more dominant in the bedroom. You said you liked it so I wanted to get better at it for you. Lucy was a girl in the class she helped me plan a whole surprise tonight, Ya know, giving me a female input.” I sighed, realising I was blushing as I looked away, her eyes softened ad she pulled me into a hug.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I guess I ruined your surprise huh? But baby you did that for me? You didn’t have to, our sex life is great.” She gave me a gentle kiss, I met her eyes, she was smiling now, her posture more relaxed eyes soft and gentle, I smirked, gaining my confidence back.

“I know it’s great… but I kinda fancy having you do whatever I say.” I trailed a finger from her stomach and over her chest, ending it on her neck, slipping my hand into her hair, gripping it and pulling her into a rough kiss, she moaned against me, hands slipping onto my shoulders, gripping them, I held her tight, squeezing her waist in my other hand. Her small petite frame tiptoeing up against me, our tongues fought for dominance but no way was I letting her win this one, quickly taking control as I tugged at her hair, I’d never heard her whimper and moan like that it was so hot. Taking a firmer grip on her hair I pulled her head back so she was looking up at me, her eyes were wild, hungry and turned on, it was so hot so see her like this.

“Ok baby, so I’m gonna ask nicely, I’ve put a nice little outfit on our bed for you, you’re gonna go upstairs, put that outfit on, and wait on the bed for me like a good girl. Understand?” I teased her, she nodded, biting her lip, I smirked and released her hair,  nodding in the direction of the stairs. “Go.” She bit her lip at me again, turning and walking off up the stairs, tonight was definitely going to be fun.

*Reader’s POV*

 He had caught me off guard, I wasn’t expecting any of this, he was the soppy one, always into being romantic and sweet, cuddling up and having sex slow and passionate, I didn’t expect this to happen, he was so dark, his eyes staring into my own. I headed upstairs to our bedroom as instructed, he was just trying out the whole dominance thing, I wasn’t going to ruin it for him, plus, obeying him was actually pretty hot. A silky black dressing gown lay on the bed accompanied by a pair of black stockings and a lacy bra, he had chosen pretty well I had to admit. I changed into the clothes and sat on the end of the bed, placing my hands in my lap, waiting impatiently for him, I couldn’t help but fidget and wriggle on the bed. After a while he came into our bedroom, he was shirtless in his jeans, his hair messy but swept out of the way, dark eyes focussing intently on me, he sauntered over, placing a gentle hand under my chin, cupping it and pulling my face up to meet his own.

“That outfit looks so sexy on your princess.” He teased, biting his lip as he tugged the dressing gown to the side, exposing my chest, his fingers leisurely tracing over my skin. “Now… you’ve been pretty bad over the past few weeks…” I raised an eyebrow, tilting to my head to the side giving him a questioning look. “You don’t know why?” I shook my head, looking innocently up at him. “Well… you’ve been teasing me a lot recently about me being soft in the bedroom haven’t you.” His fingers squeezed around my jaw slightly as he leaned down to meet my eyes. “You don’t tease me again. Understand me? Because when you tease you get punished.”

“Yes Brendon.” I spoke softly, his hand grazed over my cheek in a light slap before his fingers clasped around my throat, eyes narrowing at me, I gasped out, tingling all over, god this was way hotter then I was ready to admit, I was whimpering, turned on already.

“When we’re in here you refer to me as sir, anything else will only get you in more trouble.” I nodded as I whimpered slightly, wriggling a little in his grasp, he smirked, shoving me down on the bed. “On your front.” He growled, the way his voice sounded gave me shivers, I did as I was told, laying on my front on the bed, he slid the dressing gown off of me and pulled my arms above my head and tying them at the wrists. “Don’t move.” I stayed still as I heard him move around the room, I heard what I though was a lighter, followed by him leaning down to my ear. “Tell me you’re a bad girl.” He teased, I felt a burning sensation hit my flesh, I didn’t speak through the gasps, I glanced realising it was candle wax, it was hot but it only caused a little pain, he growled, gripping my hair roughly and pulling my head back. “Answer me!” More head flooded across my skin, the stinging burn turning me on so much, the pain felt so good I could barely cope.

“I’m a bad girl.” I whimpered desperately in pleasure, fingers gripping at the sheets as I wriggled, more hot wax hit my skin as his hand came down on my ass, the sound echoing through the room.

“Mmmm that’s right baby. You’re a very bad girl.” I moaned again, pain tingling through my body, mingled with the excitement he was giving me. “Look at you, you love it don’t you, stay still you dirty little slut.” I moaned out again, damn he was so different in all the right ways, I’d never experienced him speaking or acting like this. I fought against every muscle in my body to stay still, feeling something different on my back now, tassels, trailing lightly over my skin. The light tickling sensation was such a stark difference to the pain from before I couldn’t help but moan out again, staying as still as I could on the bed, he flicked it against my skin, a different type of pain shooting through me now, less painful more teasing, I whimpered and moaned as he continued his torturous routine. The flogger trailing up my skin lightly before coming down against me in a place I couldn’t predict or see, I couldn’t stand it anymore, even though my wrists were bound I pushed myself up, standing and wrapping my hands over his neck with the tie still on. He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head at me with a devious look.

 *Brendon’s POV*

 I watched her for the moment, letting her try to take some control back from me, she went to guide me over to the bed, slipping her arms off of my shoulders and moving to push me down onto the bed, I heard a growl escape my chest as I caught her wrists in my hands.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, I felt so exhilarated by the control I had, hearing the tone in my voice made me feel so confident, she giggled and whimpered as I gripped onto her wrists, her sexy little body in front of me drove me insane. “Answer me princess.” I teased her, pulling her close to me, she looked up at me, her eyes innocent and teasing themselves, she wanted to test me, fine I was insistent I was going to win the battle.

“Just… taking control a little.” She smiled sweetly, looking up at me, keeping that same innocent look on her face, a smirk crept over my lips, I spun us round, pushing her down to sit on the bed keeping my grip on the tie on her wrists.

“You’re not in control here, I am, now you can make it up to me for misbehaving so much.” I met her eyes, holding her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my eyes, she whimpered softly as I gripped her cheeks, I used my free hand to unzip my jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off, I quickly disposed of my boxers too, I was so turned on my cock practically sprang out of my boxers as they slid down.

“What do you want me to do sir.” She looked up at me, her eyes glittering, she looked so sexy like this.

“Use that pretty little mouth of yours to make me feel good.” I groaned slightly as her hands slid onto my, moving up and down my shaft, eyes meeting mine as she bit her lips. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out against the tip, it felt so good, I felt her hot mouth move down over me, slowly taking me, looking down it looked so hot, her lips sliding up and down over me. I slid my hand onto the back of her head, holding her hair lightly, guiding her head, I heard my groans filling the room, mixed with her moans against me, I watched her lips and eyes. I almost lost it when she looked up at me, meeting my eyes, her tongue moving, I began to push her head slightly, gripping her hair a little tighter in my fingers, guiding her head faster, I needed more, I couldn’t deal with this slow pace. My hips began to buck, pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth, her moaning increasing as I hit the back of her throat, this level of control was insane, gripping her and bucking my hips, spit building up on me, she gagged a little as I pulled out, leaving saliva around her mouth as she looked up at me, her mouth hanging open.

“Mmm look at you, you love it don’t you.” I teased her again, keeping my grip on her hair to pull her down onto the bed, I lifted her arms above her head, using another piece of rope to tie her arms to the headboard of our bed. I leant over her, kissing her roughly as she looked up at me, her eyes hungry as she stared back, I grabbed the blindfold from the side and putting it next to her.

“Please Sir…” She whimpered at my, her arms tensing, wriggling slightly, I leant a hand on her stomach, pinning her body to the bed.

“Now now, I’ll make you feel good, but only if you stay quiet baby.” I trailed a finger over her lip as I spoke, she nodded, stilling under me, I moved down the bed, slowly trailing kisses across her neck, I bit down hard, gaining a loud gasp from her, I applied suction to her skin, knowing I’d leave a mark on her, sucking until a left a dark reddish purple mark on her neck. I continued down, repeating it on her chest, and again, biting and sucking her skin, leaving love bites all over her, moving down and leaving some on her stomach too. I looked up at her, observing her face, she was so turned on, mouth hanging open as she whimpered on the bed. I moved in between her legs, throwing them over my shoulders, flicking my tongue over her clit, she gasped, I thought I’d forgive her heavy breathing. I groaned as I began to move my tongue faster, I couldn’t resist, I needed more, pressing my face against her warmth moving my tongue fast against her, I felt her beginning to wriggle, back arching, arms straining against the ties on her wrists. I moved my hand, sliding two fingers inside her, she was so hot and wet, I knew where her sweet spot was, curling my fingers against it, rubbing it repeatedly against it, she whimpered in pleasure, god I was so into this.

*Reader’s POV*

I writhed slightly against the bed, my arms tense, stomach tightening as his tongue lapped frantically, fingers curling against my spot inside, I couldn’t cope with all this pleasure, my back arched up, wriggling so much now. I wasn’t trying to be defiant, I just couldn’t keep still, his hand sped up, pumping frantically as his tongue assaulted my clit, he caught my spot hard, driving me over the edge, I moaned out loudly in pleasure, throwing my head back as writhed. He growled against me, sharply pulling his hand away and looming over my face on the bed, his dark eyes turning my insides to mush.

“What did I tell you?” His voice warning and husky, making my hairs stand on end, I whimpered as I spoke.

“To be quiet.” I gasped, feeling his fingers trailing slowly over my skin.

“Then why aren’t you being quiet?” I whimpered again, giving him an innocent look, wriggling under him, he gripped my jaw lightly, shoving part of the blindfold in my mouth, closing my mouth around it. “Now you bite down on this and stay quiet or you’ll get a much worse punishment this time.” He growled at me, I nodded back, he moved away from me, reaching under the bed grabbing something that I couldn’t see, I gasped as I felt a sharp sensation tingle across my skin, I moved my head, looking down and seeing him trailing a small flick blade over my flesh. He moved it up to the side of my neck, lightly trailing the point of it over my neck and downwards. He trailed it in between my breasts, over my stomach slowly, his eyes meeting mine intently, I was a mess under him, whimpering and wet in-between my legs, his dark smirk meeting my eyes. “Don’t move princess.” He whispered darkly in my ear, I felt a sharper scratch as he applied more pressure on my hip, I looked down, he had only left a light scratch on my skin, leaning down and kissing the spot, his tongue flicking out against the scratch, the tiniest bit of blood on his tongue. I moaned muffled into the blindfold, throwing my head back, this was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, nothing like this had ever happened to me and it was so hot. He came back up to my face, looking at me like I was his prey. His hand moved up, pulling the blindfold out of my mouth.

“Please…” I whimpered, I was desperate for sex, I needed him so badly, my body trembling under him, so wet and worked up.

“Please what?” He smirked, his lips finding my throat again, kissing and biting the flesh there.

“I need you.” My hips bucked up against him, desperately trying to gain so friction against his leg.

“Beg me!” He met my eyes again, the blade trailing along my skin again, I god I couldn’t stand this, I needed him now. “Beg your master to fuck you.” I snapped, the sharp scratching of the blade, his voice, everything was just too much, I needed it now.

“Please! Just fuck me sir! I need you!” I yelled out, writhing on the bed, he smiled darkly, folding the blade and tossing it away, he gripped my hips, flipping me over onto my front.My face pressed down slightly against the bed, his hands gripped at my hips, slamming into me roughly, not giving me any time to adjust, moving straight into a fast hard rhythm, hips slapping against my ass as his hand came down on my flesh. I gasped out loudly in pleasure, throwing my head back, as best I could, his growls were animalistic and loud, fingers squeezing my hips tight, I dreaded to see all the bruises left on my skin. This whole new him had caught me by surprise, his aggressive dominance, the confidence he gave off when he was biting me or choking me, I loved this new him and desperately wanted more, I couldn’t get enough, he was going so hard and fast but the way he had made me feel left me constantly wanting more.

“That’s it! You like that don’t you, fuck Y/N, you feel so good.” He groaned in pleasure, his own head lulling back in the corner of my eye, he raked his nails down my back roughly in one long movement, spanking my ass again, I yelped out in pleasure. He gripped my hair, pulling it back as his hand balled up, I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach, tightening up around him, my body focussing on that spot, I was getting so close already, he pulled my head back roughly, forcing my back to arch downwards, allowing him deeper. He kept pounding into me, gripping my body tightly, my moans so loud and desperate, breathing heavy as he moved I was so close now, that release coming as a welcome feeling, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand much more of this.

“I’m so close.” I whimpered, writhing in pleasure under him, his self control slipping as I felt him moving faster against me, his growls sounding feral and aggressive, the muscles in his sexy arms tensing up as he gripped onto me, I turned my head to meet his eyes, his mouth hanging open as he moaned and groaned above me, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“Cum for me baby.” He ordered, I fell apart around him, feeling myself tighten right up, my body focussing on the spot as I yelped out in pleasure, almost screaming.

“Fuck! Brendon!” I yelled out, he smirked, ignoring my slip this time, he knew my mind was fogging over, unable to think of anything but this moment and the pleasure of all this, he yanked my hair harder, pulling my head up, I felt his eyes on my face.

“That’s it baby.” He kept snapping his hips fast and hard as I came, elongating my orgasm, I was shaking when he eventually slowed down slightly, he pulled out, gripping me again and flipping me over onto my back.

 *Brendon’s POV*

 I gripped onto her hips, slamming back into her, I felt so good, my head clouding as I fought off my orgasm, I was determined to give her another orgasm, I wanted to feel her cumming with me, it always turned me on so much but this was out of this world. I’d tried things today I never dreamed of before but damn it had been so worth it, she was a whimpering mess under me, her body trembling as I fucked her. She was straining against the rope on her wrists, I debated untying her when she was close again, I was pretty desperate to feel her nails in my back, she caught me off guard, biting my neck hard, it felt so good. I could hear myself groaning out as she sucked my flesh, knowing she was leaving a mark just as bad as the one I had left on her.

“Dirty girl.” I growled, throwing my head back in pleasure, moving my hands up and down her body, digging my nails into her flesh, she was so tense, wet around me, the sounds of our sex filling my ears, driving me crazy.

“Brendon you’re the best.” She whimpered, I allowed for her mistake, by this point I was enjoying hearing her say my name, she strained her arms again, looking at me through desperate eyes.

“Want your hands back?” I teased, snapping my hips faster, feeling my hair flopping in front of my face, sweat coating both of us.

“Please! I want to touch you.” She begged, her tone so pleading and sexy, I relented, slowing down and untying her wrists, her arms flew around my shoulders, gripping tightly to me, she whimpered in pleasure as I snapped my hips faster, feeling her body tensing up, I was starting to throb and growl too, so close now.

“Ughh Y/N! I’m gonna cum!” I growled out in pleasure, trying to fight back my orgasm, knowing she was so close under me, I needed to make her cum again, just fight it a little longer, I told myself to fight it.

“Me too!” She squealed, I felt her nails digging hard onto my back, scratching my flesh hard, fuck it felt so damn good, pain was so hot to me, I pounded my hips fast and hard in one last burst, feeling her tight walls fluttering around my cock. She screamed out in pleasure, tightening to much around me, her eyes closed as she scratched, I’m almost certain she had drawn blood this time.

“Fuck yes Y/N! I’m fucking cumming!” I yelled out, throwing my head back as a wall of pleasure struck white hot, feeling myself throb and spurt out inside her, warmth flooding us both.

“Brendon!” She screamed, cumming so hard with me, trembling as we came, I kept slamming my hips against her, riding out both of our highs, feeling my head unfog itself, I slowed down gradually, cradling her small frame close, she was clinging desperately to my body. Both of us were gasping in pleasure, sweaty and worn out, I lifted my head, smiling as I kissed her softly, she sighed contentedly, meeting my eyes.

 *Reader’s POV*

 I shook slightly in his arms, my grip on his back loosening, he stroked my hair softly, rolling off of me.

“I didn’t hurt you did I? None of it was too much?” He smiled concerned as he looked at me, gently stroking my cheek, I shook my head, damn no that was not too much, it was perfect.

“No, it was great, I loved every minute of it.” I giggled, snuggle onto his chest, stroking along his warm clammy skin. “I’ll admit I’m a little sore all over, but its way worth it.” He gently stroked the red marks on my wrists and touched the scratches and bruises he’d left.

“I do feel a bit guilty for marking you like this.” He mumbled, looking down, I took his cheek in my hand, smiling sweetly.

“Oh god don’t, it was so worth it, baby I’ve never seen you like that and it was the best sex I’ve ever had!” I giggled slightly cuddling up to him, a proud grin stretched across his cheeks, beaming, he slipped out of bed quickly smiling down at me.

“Really? You still want slow, romantic sex though right?” He looked concerned again, eyes clouded, I knew he’d still want romance but I did too.

“Of course! We can mix it up right!” I giggled, snuggling up to him slightly, feeling so sore but contented.

“Good, now I’m gonna run us a bath to relax your muscles, I think I owe you some romance and a backrub after all that.” He smiled sweetly wandering off into the bathroom, I heard water running. Damn if this was the new Brendon I was totally down for that, as long as I got some romance in between, but this new attitude suited him, plus he was so cute with the aftercare which I’d always expected.


I hope you enjoyed <3 <3 <3

Such A Joker (4/?)

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As I walk up to the Valeaka’s trailer with my costume in hand I get a light weight feeling. Lila looks at me first holding her snake in her arms. “Oh (y/n)! How does it fit?” “Good, but don’t you think it’s a bit skimpy? I mean there are children here, and me dressed as a sexy bunny is only going to entertain the men and probably make their wives hate me.” Lila laughs and pets the snake. “That’s the point. I’m sure Jerome can’t satisfy you as much as a grown man can. Trust me darling you’ll have men forgetting the names of their wives by the end of the night. Now go on get changed.” Without a word I walk into the trailer seeing Jerome trying to tie his tie around his neck.

Jerome POV:
“Need some help there?” A voice asks from behind me. I turn around smiling at the beautiful girl. “You came.” I say smiling and rush over to hug her. “You didn’t think I would?” She asks with furrowed brows. “My mother had her doubts. Kept saying that you wouldn’t come because circus freak wasn’t your type.” I speaks rolling my eyes.

“I really have the feeling she doesn’t like me.” (Y/n) says adjusting in my arms. “It’s not you who she doesn’t like. She likes you more then me; alway wanted a daughter instead she said.” “Jerome you know that’s not true.” I shrug my shoulders and turn beck to the mirror.

“Here.” (Y/N) reaches over me and grasps the tie making it look perfect with ease. “There. Perfect.” She says looking in the mirror at me. “I’m gonna go change.” She whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek walking away with her bag.

I slip on my vest wincing a bit when my sour shoulder is moved. I glance under my shirt to see the deep purple blue bruise on my body caused by my mother.

The clicking of heels is now heard as (Y/N) exists my room. As I put my eyes on her I only want to see everything that’s under the costume. This is certainly a new outfit I’ve never seen before. The black strapless one piece hugs her body making her curves look even more nice then they are. Her hair hangs down lose framing her face perfectly, and the black thigh high stockings make the uncovered skin tempting to touch, and on top of her pretty little head is a pair of bunny ears. How am I supposed to do the show with her wearing that? I’m going to be to distracted.

“See something you like?” She asks in a giggle pulling the long silk gloves on along with a few bracelets. I nod my head to her question; my head being to clouded to even think.

She then pulls out a collar like necklace. “Snap it on for me would you?” I mutter a quick ‘yes’ grasping the croaker in hand as she spins around. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it. My eyes travel down the back of her body. Her bottom looking very round and her waist looking very tempting to grab.

I place the necklace around her neck and clip it. “A little tighter Jerome.” She speaks lowly. I can feel my pants tighten. I know she doesn’t mean it in a sexual way, but just hearing those words makes my imagination run wild. I grant her request snapping the croaker tighter around her neck. “Thank you.” She says and turns to me smiling.

“So what do I do? I know there’s things I’ve got to hand you or get it a box right?” She asks looking at my props. “Jerome? You okay?” She asks waving her hand in front of my face taking me out of my trance. As I’m set free from my mind my actions take over without me thinking.

I push (y/n) against the table and attack her lips gripping her hips. I lift her onto the table and she wraps her legs around me bringing me closer to her. I wish I could rip this skimpy outfit off of her and take her right now. She pulls back out of breath. “Looks like someone’s gotten some more confidence.” She laughs pulling my tie in a teasing manor.

I pull her tighter against me and smirk at her shocked but pleased expression. “Maybe I should just cancel my act and us stay here. No other man needs to see you in this anyhow. I wouldn’t want others to imagine what’s underneath it. I don’t like people thinking about what’s mine.” I say dragging my lips on her soft skin.

“You were so excited for the show though. You can’t just go and cancel.” (Y/n) speaks trying not to moan as I suck on her skin. “Can’t I?” I say determined to tell the ringleader that I will not be performing.

“Jerome stop. You can’t just stop your show because you want to have sex.” (Y/n) laughs trying to grab at my arm. “Okay okay. If you cancel you won’t get the special surprise I was going to give you after we talked, but I guess since you’re so needy we can just fuck around and you won’t get anything else.” I look back at her. “What surprise?” I ask stepping back a little.

She gets off the table and walks towards me pushing me back onto the couch. She straddles me and plays with my tie. (Y/n) looks up at me and smirks pulling the tie bringing me closer to her. “The surprise where you get to do anything you want to me. Weather it tying me up, blindfolding me, spanking me, or even choking me.” My body tenses at the last one, and she takes notice smirking as she brings her hand down to my crotch.

“I bet you got hard when I asked you to make the necklace tighter didn’t you?” She palms me through my black dress pants causing me to get fully hard. “Tell me what you were thinking about Jerome.” She whispers in my ear biting softly on it.

I gulp and try to control myself. “I was thinking about pounding into you with my hand wrapped around your neck giving you both pain and pleasure at once.” I say closing my eyes imagining what I could do to her. “Do you still want to cancel?” I shake my head bucking my hips up to hers.

She giggles getting off of me. “Come on you need to tell me how to do everything.” (Y/n) says walking over to the props. I groan standing up. “All you need to do it look pretty. Step into the box when I ask, and then go behind the black curtain in the box when I open it to show the audience you’ve disappeared then come back in front of it when I open it the second time. That really the only thing. Everything else is self explanatory. Smile and wave, and act cute.” “Yes sir. Now come here.”

She pulls my tie yet again and smashes our lips together. I lay my hands on her hips lightly savoring this moment as long as I can. How can she go from being kinky as hell to the most fragile thing in 5 seconds flat? She’s completely turned the atmosphere from lust to passion.

Two loud bangs on the trailer door break the moment. “You’re on in 10!” A voice yells from the outside. (Y/n) and myself gather props in our arms making our way to the tent. “New assistant huh Valeaka?” One of the Grayson’s asks looking at (y/n) like a piece of meat. “Back off Grayson.” I say making my way to the back of the curtain.

“Go ahead and get in that cage. The curtain will rise when I introduce you.” As told (Y/n) gets in the cage with a smile. I place my top hat on my head and wait to be announced.

“Ladies and Gentlemen would you please give a warm welcome to Haly’s very own magician Valeaka the great!” The ring leader shouts and the curtain rises showing the seats full of people who are cheering. “Good evening ladies and gentleman! Thank you all for coming out tonight. Being out here and showing you people the wonderful world of magic still gives me butterflies to this day! Even now they want to just burst out!” I say lifting up my hat and letting the bugs out of my hat earring cheers from the audience.

“Now let me introduce my lovely assistant for tonight. (Y/n) Gordon!” I walk over to the cage and lift the curtain reveling my beauty. As she’s in view the crowd goes wild especially the men in the audience. I grab her hand lightly and lead her out of the cage letting her take a bow.

The show continues with me doing silly illusions and making flowers appear from thin air, but when it comes down to my last trick my patience is very thin. Caused by the men in the audience of course. Hooting and saying things to (y/n). “Now as much as I hate to do this, but for my last trick I will make my lovey assistant disappear!”

(Y/n) steps into the box and I close the curtains. I wait 10 seconds and then I open them to revile an empty box. The crowd again cheers. Though some are filled with ‘bring her back!’ Or ‘we want her!’. I place the curtain back where it was, wait 10 seconds, and open it once again to revile (y/n). “Please everyone give my assistant a hand!” I yell and spin (y/n) around. “What about the amazing Valeaka? Huh? Come on give him a round of applause!” (Y/n) yells smiling. The crowd goes even more wild when she speaks making me a bit jealous just knowing they’re clapping for her body and looks in that skimpy outfit.

As the curtain closes I just look at (y/n). “That was so fun! I can’t believe you get to do this all the time!” She laughs spinning around causing me to smile. She’s so free, so careless, so fun. I wish to be like that. I want to be free like her. I want to be free with my love.

I grab her lightly and spin her around so she’s facing me. “Now…what about that surprise?” I ask with a smirk.

Song Mino smut #6 “The girl at the bar”

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

Mino was a man who had a great deal of confidence, and he was a very sexually dominant man. He was used to get attention, anywhere he goes.

For him, getting laid is pretty easy and although he was busy almost all the time, he always makes time to have some fun, like any other man. And that night, the night you guys met, wasn’t the exception. He was looking for a girl, he was looking for sex.


It was almost one in the morning, and the night for you, was just starting. You were at a bar with some friends, it was your best friend’s birthday so you were celebrating. You were still in good conditions, mostly because you spend most of your time dancing with your friends instead of drinking, you were having such a great time that night.

“Come…” your friend took your wrist, dragging you out of the crowd. She was drunk by now. “Where are we going?!” you asked. “I need another drink” she said, but you couldn’t hear her. “What?!”

“A drink!” she said, showing you her empty glass, and you two walked to the bar. She was asking for her drink, while you were busy on your phone. And just then, you thought you felt a stare.

You turned around ignoring it still with your eyes on your phone. Honestly you weren’t in the mood. 

“Are you done?!” you asked her, starting to feel impatient. “You can go if you want!” she says, and then you look at the guy beside her. A tall Korean guy, nothing too special, but he was cute. “Actually…” she says approaching to you “… I… I need… I need some space” she whispers at your ear. You raised your eyebrows in a smile, and shook your head.

“Ok” you said, after a second and she hugs you. “God! That’s why I love you!”

“Yeah yeah whatever” you laughed.

When you were starting to walk again to the crowd, someone got your attention. It was the bartender “Excuse me! The guy over there send you this” it was a drink. 

“Huh?” you said, and you immediately turned where his finger was pointing out.

The guy was sitting almost at the end of the bar, alone in a corner. He was really handsome. To be honest, you were pleasantly shocked.

He stares at you, with a seductive smile, using powerful, sexy eye contact. But he didn’t know you, you weren’t that kind of girl… the easy one.

“Thank you but I’ll have to pass” you said smiling, to the bartender. Even he seems shocked. And then, you walked away, without looking at the guy again.

Mino was shocked but he was smiling. No one ever had deny him a drink… like, ever. Now you got his attention, more than before. He follows you with his eyes, watching you walking again where the rest of your friends were.

He then took the rest of his drink, and he stood up, walking to the crowd too. He wasn’t going to give up that easily.


A few minutes later, you were still dancing.

Right now, all that the DJ was playing was mix of sexy songs, a little bit of electro, house, and dance, perfectly combine for you to show your best moves.

Some guys approached to you, here and then, but you always ended up dancing away from them… you weren’t in the mood of flirting with stupid guys. You hate that, such a waste of time.

You were dancing, moving your hips really slow, touching your hair, smiling and biting your lips, basically making really sexy moves cause even when you weren’t there that night to get someone, you always enjoy catching men’s attention. You couldn’t help it. It feels really good to be wanted.

And then, another song started, it was your favorite one. 

“Our song!” one of your friends looked at you all happy and excited. You just smiled with your teeth biting on your lower lip.

Suddenly you felt a pair of hands on your hips “Maybe not a drink but, what about a song?” a really deep manly voice whispered in your ear. 

You looked over your shoulder, and you immediately recognize him. It was the guy of the drink. The hot one.

You thought about it for half a second and then your hips started to move again. You heard him and felt him smiling against your ear.

His hands were on your hips but he wasn’t pulling you towards him, or trying to move you. He just put his hands there, letting you free. You liked that, at least he wasn’t like the other guys… at least for now, you thought.

You kept dancing, and at some point you raised your right arm, and your hand went at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. And then, just at the right moment of the song, you made a move, brushing him with your ass.

Mino bites his lips, he was really enjoying this. You did that a couple of times more, you were also enjoying this.

After the song ended you two were still dancing together, with your back against his chest, with his hands over your hips and your hand holding his neck.

It was perfect… the way he moves, the way he makes you feel, the way he smell, his warmed, everything. Everything about him was making you feel horny, and it was making you so hard for you to resist him. You wanted him, you wanted him to fuck you and that he takes over your body. You want to taste his lips, feel his bare chest, and to feel him inside you. 

“Let’s go” you said at his ear. 

Mino smiled, he was kinda shocked, but he didn’t hesitate, he started to make his way through the crowd with you at his back, he was holding your hand, protecting you from the people with his body.

You were coming out from the bar and he asked for his car. “Sure, give me a moment” the little guy said to Mino, as he left to look for his car.

“So?” you said, resting your body against the wall. “So?” he asked you back, and then he approached to you and both kissed.

He was such a great kisser, you felt your heartbeat racing, and it was just a kiss, just a simple kiss. Or maybe it was because you were so horny by now, that just a touch of him was making you tremble, either way, his lips felt so good on yours.

“Please… tell me…” you said into the kiss “… you live… close”

Mino just smiled and kept kissing you.


You two got into his car, and then you leave. You didn’t even talk or anything, Mino was focus on driving, and you spent all the way texting your friends, explaining that you already left… some of them were hella mad, while the others were curious.

Within a few minutes you were there. Mino never drove that fast in his life.

When you arrived to his apartment the first thing he does is to ask you if you want water. “I ain’t here for water” you said, walking through the living room, looking at his apartment.

Mino laughed quietly. He never knew someone like you. 

He approaches to you and give you a back hug. “You are something else, you know that?” his chin was resting over your shoulder with his arms wrapped around you.

You smiled and you turned around so you could see him, and, by placing your arms around his neck you kissed him, just a small innocent little kiss. Mino smirk, and then, he lifts you. You helped him by wrapping your legs around him, and then you two started to kiss. This time in a needed kinda kiss. 

Both of you were hungry for the other.

If he moves you move harder, and the same goes for him. Both wanted and were demanding the lead of this kiss. He was so turned on by now “God!…” he says into the kiss “… I want you”.

“Take me then” you said and that’s all it takes for him to take you to his room. 

Once you got there, he puts you on the bed. He was taking off his shirt, while you were busy taking off your jeans. But before you could do it, he helped you, and then he throws them on the floor, where his shirt was.

Mino then crawls on top of you, and he started to kiss you again. But with a move of your hips, you manage to change position with him. You were not going to give in… not that easily.

His hands unbutton your blouse in an awesome show of skills. And before you knew it his hands were now on your bra, he was trying to take it off. “Don’t” you said, stopping the kiss, moving your face away from his.

“Why not?” he lifts his head to catch your lips again. As he did that, you lift your upper body with your arms so you won’t be at his reach.  

When he couldn’t reach for you anymore he looks at you in the eyes and finds you staring at him with a smile on your lips. “Come here… I want to kiss you” he says, looking at your lips. 

“Just…” you gave him a little kiss on the corner of his lips “… be a good boy" 

Mino was speechless but with a playful smile.

Then, you took the control… you started to kiss him again. You were sucking his bottom lip when he let go a little moan as he felt you rubbing your hips against him in slow but strong motions.

You kept doing it until you feel his hands on your waist. “Don’t make me tie you up” you warned him, and he moves his hands away. 

Then his lips wasn’t enough for you anymore, you made your way to his jaw, giving him little kisses until your lips were taking care of his neck. All of that while you keep dancing over him, moving your hips along with your kisses.

Mino wants you, you can already feel it.

“God!” he says. And then you moved again to his lips, but before you kissed them your fingers started caressing them gently. 

He looked so hot like that, all at your mercy. 

While you were kissing him he suddenly stopped the kiss, but that didn’t stop you from kissing him, your lips were still caressing his. Mino wasn’t focus on that kiss anymore, no when he felt your hand slowly going down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. “Damn!” he says. His lips were kissing you again, and his hands were on your waist once again.

“What did I just say?” you said into the kiss. Your hand isn’t moving, you just left it there, just pressing it enough.

“I want to touch you” he begs. That turned you on even more. 

“Get your hands off of me or we’ll be ending this here” you stopped the kiss. Mino hesitates but at the end he did it.

“Such…” you planted a little kiss on his cheek “… a nice…” you gave him another one on his lips “… boy” you started to go down, kissing him all the way down, kissing every single tattoo on his body, until, you were just where his jeans starts. Then you unzipped them and you took them off.

“Keep still…” you smiled “… or I’ll bite you” you stroked his skin lightly with your fingertips and watched his stomach jerk.

Mino smiled in completely delayed. He was so ready for this. 

Your hand started to rub him gentle and he throws his head back in pleasure.

“You are such a sensible boy” you slowly took off his boxers, and Mino stares at you.

When he was completely exposed you took his already hard cock in your hand, and then you just kissed the tip of it. You wanted to tease him till the end. “Fuck baby!” Mino throws his head to the back again, this is too much for him. 

His reactions were making you wet, you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

Then your mouth took just the tip of him, gently, sucking it. Mino couldn’t speak or even moan, he was biting his lower lip so strongly that it almost made it bleed. 

“Mmm…” you said as you took it out of your mouth “… you taste so good" 

Mino wasn’t answering.

You bite your own lips admiring him before you took it all, inside your mouth.

“Ohhh” his breath was getting heavier. You head was going up and down in slow moves but it was enough to make him insane. At some point he couldn’t hold himself anymore and his hands went to your head as he lifts his hips to go deeper inside your mouth. 

This time you didn’t stop him.

He was too turned on, he felt like he was about to cum already “Come here!” he demanded, he didn’t want to cum yet. He wants you, he wants to feel you. You took out of your mouth his cock, and then you crawled over him.

You spread your legs around him and really slowly you place his cock inside you as you sit over him. 

His hands were on your hips, pulling you downwards, making sure you took it all before you started to move. 

“Ahh” you let go, as you went down and he was going deeper and deeper inside you. You felt your inside stretching around him, and when you finally adjusted to his length you started to move, in slow moves.

Mino was looking at you, admiring you the whole time, while you were resting your palms against his chest. One of his hands went to your breast, squeezing it and caressing it. 

You were increasing your speed but even like that wasn’t enough for him , he lifts himself and hugs you, kissing one of your breasts “Mmmh” you said as you felt his lips sucking your breast. 

Then his lips went and placed in your neck and, in a quick move, with his arm around you he moves himself on top of you, placing your hands on the bed to each side of your head, now you were at his mercy.

“Oh… oh my god!” you said, as he started to thrust inside you in an overwhelmed speed, making your whole body moved because of how strong he was fucking you.

Mino starts to kiss you but you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him back, you were breathing harshly, completely out of breath against his lips.

You started to feel your orgasm coming, and Mino noticed it too, he was also almost there. He puts his arms right below your knees, spreading your legs and lifting your hips even more so he could go deeper and faster.

“Ohhh! Don’t stop!” you beg. He was hitting you in the right spot. It felt so good. 

He bends and kiss you but you couldn’t respond his kiss. The feeling was so powerful, you couldn’t think or move. And after a few more strokes, you felt his cock grow totally rigid. Two deep breaths from the both of you came at the same time as both of you reach your orgasm at the same time.

Both were panting hard, and with your gazes on each other’s eyes, Mino touched you, one of his hands lightly brushed your hair back from your face, his eyes were soft, it felt like if he was another person, and now he brushed his lips over yours “I’m not done with you yet” he whispered in close range, smiling. 

Mino then kissed you, he was still inside you. His lips caressed yours with passion but with smooth moves. His lips felt so good. His tongue brushes your lips seeking a way in, your lips part for him, letting him in, and you glide yours against his. 

Then Mino moves down your neck, sucking it. He wasn’t inside you anymore.

You were starting to miss the feeling of him inside you when suddenly his fingers started to touch your clit. You let go a long breath, throwing your head backwards. That only allows him to kiss your neck even more, while he kept moving two of his fingers in circle motions in a perfect mix of pressure and speed.

With every second your body started to move on its own, and little moans leaves your lips.

Mino looks up at you, leaving your neck. You look so sexy like that. He felt the need to kiss you, but this time… not in your lips.

His fingers stopped moving and you were about to complain, but before you could even open your eyes, you felt his hands spreading your knees, and then the next thing you felt was his tongue licking in one but slow move your clit. “Ohhhfuck” you said, arching your back. You could feel how he smiled.

You whine and moan, as his lips started to suck really fast on your clit. Your left hand gripped on his hair, while your right one was squeezing your breast.

Then, and out of nowhere he slid two fingers inside you. “Ohh myyy gooooood” you were a mess, a completely mess. 

The feeling of his lips still on your clit and his fingers thrusting inside you with deep and fast moves, was overwhelming. It wasn’t long till a loud moan leave your lips and your whole body shakes in pleasure.