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Lick Me ‘Til Ice Cream

A/N: God, forgive me, for I have sinned. Literally, don’t read this if you don’t have the intention to go to hell because I’ll be right there with you for writing this. This is my first ever smut so I hope you enjoy it as much as you can. My imagination went somewhere else in order to write this so make sure there’s some water near you, because you’ll need it.


Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream

Word count: 2,975

Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character)

Originally posted by missjanet1983

          She thought that she’d never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they’d always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.

The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.

The King of Gotham.

The Joker.

He wasn’t a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for… simple sex.

She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,

“The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning.”

He was gone before she woke up every morning.

Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn’t allowed in his secret sanctuary of high security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.

She missed him.

She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a “laugh” that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.

She just wanted him back.

She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.

She wanted to hold her boyfriend.

She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn’t find a way to attract him again.

Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn’t want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn’t want that special attention from the one she loves?

Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being “taken care of”, or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.

“Fuck it,” she thought aloud, “Ride or die type, right? Let’s give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die.”

          Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.

Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.

“Oh, Mister J, you’re gonna love me.” She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.

Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.

Was that him?

He’s out of the office for once in his abnormal life?

Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn’t complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.

“Doll, you’re killing me here.” His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn’t fall.

She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.

“You’re out! I feel like I haven’t seen you for 53 years!” Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.

“But… You’re only 21.”

“You can shut up.”

“I’m offended.”

“Just kiss me.”

And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly, as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.

The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.

She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.

“As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy.”

Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.

“Where do you think you’re going, doll face? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.

“Mm, but you’ll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?” She pecked his lips, hoping he’d understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. “Go back into the office and wait for me. I’ll be there in T-5 minutes.”

She knew talking in “heist-terms”, as she liked to call it, made him excited and that’s exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink was sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn’t protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.

Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn’t resist.

She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, “Mister J?”

“Come in.” The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.

The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn’t know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.

“You having fun there, baby?” His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.

“Shit.” She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working it’s way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he lead her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.

“Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?” He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.

“What, I thought I’d try something new.” Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.

There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.

“You know, doll. The ice-cream’s great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin.” As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even more slick, if that was even possible.

“Well what are ya waiting for? Be my guest.” She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she “didn’t wanna drop it”. He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.

Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.

“J…” She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.

“Oh, baby girl, how I’ve missed your pretty pussy.” He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.

“Please. Don’t tease me.” She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Daddy.” She answered quietly.

He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.

After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.

She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!” She begged and arched her back.

Guess what?

He stopped.

“J, I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.

“Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who’s gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who’s gonna make you cum when you’re a good girl? And who’s gonna punish you when you’re not?” His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.

“… I do like it when you make me cum…” Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.

“I know you do, doll, and that’s why you’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock.” He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.

Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Take more of Daddy’s cock.”

Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.

She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.

“You want this?” He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.

“Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy.”

He didn’t need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn’t felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn’t hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?” He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.

“Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I’m so close.”

He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could’ve sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.

Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.

“We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time.” He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.

Don’t worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered.”

2017: A Summary So Far

●As It Is released a new album
●Hobbit hair embraced
●Phil turned 30
●Protest and marches
●.“you deserve more than a :thank:you:
my frens. the ones who hold this thing up.
i brace for the fall but you keep on holding.”-Tyler Joseph.

●HDS music video
●Josh’s height debate
●TØP win grammy-no trousers
●All time low announce new album and release single ‘Dirty Laundry’
●Pastel edits irl
●'sad pimp Dan’
●Half the phandom killed with Phils dog shirt (ig:10 feb)
●Floral and Fading music video
●Stranger things season 2 trailer

i saw 3 of my favourite bands
●All time low x state champs x as it is in one picture
●Dan throwing a hat at Phil bc memes
●1-2switch video
●international womens day
●Light-hearted Lester appears
●State champs announce around the world and back deluxe/dvd
●'little red riding Phil’
●13 reasons why
●Lorde drops various singles from upcoming album ‘melodrama’

●Dan paints his nails
●Phils butterfly shirt
●Dans ripped jeans
●Phils silver hair dye
●aquarium/art science museum(?)
●Dan and Phil toxic duet (and other iconic songs)
●DanandPhilCrafts/ 666
●Pastel baking
●Paramore new album announced
●Josh diving with sharks
●Tylers new twitter layout
●Lana Del Ray x the weeknd
●Fall Out Boy M A N I A announced

add anything else there is

anonymous asked:

Can you write Aaron/Rob getting carried away, and Aaron gives Rob a massive love bite/hicky on his neck, and Robert doesn't realise till the morning and he's rushing for a meeting. Aaron has no regrets at all :)


Aaron groaned, shoving his face further into his pillow, figuring if he ignored his husband hard enough, Robert would just leave him be. He didn’t have to be up for another half an hour at least, forty five minutes if he just ate his breakfast in the car on the way to the yard, and yet Robert was still being a pest.


“What?” Aaron yelled back, voice croaky and hoarse with sleep.

So much for “being up and gone without even waking you” Aaron thought to himself, annoyed enough at Robert to contemplate just shoving his head under the duvet and pretending like he couldn’t hear him.

Robert stomped into their bedroom, half dressed in a suit, a furious expression on his face. “Look at my neck!” he exclaimed, gesturing wildly at his neck and shoulder, Aaron clearly missing something.

“It’s dark, can’t see,” Aaron mumbled, eyes half closed as he pretended to be interested in whatever meltdown Robert was having at 7:30am.

Robert slammed a hand against the lightswitch, flooding their room with light bright enough to give Aaron an instant headache.

“Turn the light off!” Aaron shoved his face into his pillow again, trying to escape the bright light.

“Not until you look at my bloody neck, Aaron!”

Aaron groaned, forcing himself into a sitting position, squinting at his husband. Taking a second to appreciate Robert’s half naked form, his suit trousers slung low on his hips, the waistband of a pair Aaron’s boxers clearly visible. He couldn’t help but be distracted by the familiar trail of hair on Robert’s stomach, pale skin that was oh-so inviting (even at this hour of the morning.)

Dragging his gaze up Robert’s body, Aaron noticed the gigantic hickey on Robert’s neck, the bruise blooming purple and black across Robert’s collarbone, positioned a little too high to be entirely covered by a shirt and tie.

“Sorry,” he snorted, unable to do anything except laugh (and admire his handiwork a little bit, if he was honest - it was an impressive size of a hickey.)

Robert glared at him, tie in hand, shirt hanging off his shoulders. “You’re not the slightest bit sorry, are you?”

Aaron laughed, sitting up a little more, pulling Robert in by his belt. “No,” he confirmed, easily buttoning up the familiar buttons of one of Robert’s pristine white shirts, the material pulled taut across his husbands body. “I’m not sorry.”

“I’ve got a major meeting, Aaron,” Robert sighed, hands hanging limply at his sides as he let Aaron do up his shirt, Aaron giving his arse an appreciative squeeze as he tucked Robert’s shirt into his trousers.

“You look very professional,” Aaron said, closing Robert’s belt, leather expensive under his fingertips. “Now, go and kick arse at this meeting, and I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

Robert’s grumpy expression eased slightly. “Yeah?’

“I’ll get dinner in, from that Thai place you like in Hotten,” Aaron promised, fingers knotted in Robert’s belt loops. “And I’ll let ya do whatever you want to me later.”

Robert relented, leaning down to press a kiss to Aaron’s lips. “I’m not sorry about waking you up, just for the record. And I want ice cream, you’ve got some serious making up to do, Mr Sugden.”

Closer to you - Sirius Black x Reader

1.  Hi there gorgeous, could I request an imagine where Sirius is dating a shy Hufflepuff? Love your writing so much! ❤️
2. Hello, can I request imagine where y/n is best friend with the Marauders, she’s Hufflepuff and has a thing for Sirius? And maybe him liking her as well and the rest of them will try to get them together? Thank you, love ya! ❤️
3. Hi can I request an imagine where y/n is best friends with the Marauders and has a crush on Sirius and they’re doing the lessons on boggarts in class one day and when it steps out it’s the Marauders making fun of y/n and Sirius comforts her? can you also make it extra fluffy please? 
4. hellooo! i was wondering if you could do like a little thing ( it doesn’t have to be a complete fic it could just be a lil drabble ) where Sirius doesn’t know how to tie a tie and you help him bc y'all are like dating and it’s just really fluffy cute shit
Guys, I really hope you like thiss!! It’s fluffy alright.
Warnings:fluff? And my English? One swear word?
Gif/image aren’t mine/ Credits to their original owners.

You were currently walking down a corridor. It was quiet. Too quiet, to be exact. ‘Those boys’ you thought. They were up to something. And that usually meant two things; either a prank or teasing you. You may be friends with the infamous Marauders but you were the shy one. You were a Hufflepuff, after all. Of course, you went all crazy if someone hurt them. They were your brothers. Even if you wished differently about one of them. You had accepted the fact that you had feelings for Sirius. And that they weren’t siblings-friendly.
You had almost perfected the way you would act around him. Not too close, not too far away. Not too blushy, not too indifferent. At least you tried-and it seemed to work. Until three boys kicked their arses in. Somehow, even when Sirius wasn’t aware, they knew. And they wouldn’t let you hear the end of it.
You actually felt nostalgic for those days, when they would just tease you. They took it to the next level. And something warned you that they wouldn’t stop.
You were too lost in your mind, too distracted to really pay attention to your surroundings. Huge mistake!
You felt a strong hold pushing you to your right-you had to blink a few times to realize what happened. Before you could even protest, you were inside the broom cupboard and the door was already closed behind you. Great. You sighed loudly.
“Y/N? Is that you?” You froze and you felt your eyes grow wide. Of course! They were so stupid! Trying to set you up with him?! Because, who needs their heart or dignity? Thankfully, it was dark inside that cupboard and your blush wasn’t visible.
“Hello, Sirius”. ‘What poor excuses of friends’ you thought but secretly you were living for those moments. Your heart would beat faster or even skip some beats; your pulse would accelerate too fast; your temperature would rise a bit. Your mind would shut down; your breath would be stuck in the back of your throat.  You would never feel more alive.
All of the sudden, you felt him and you understood how small that damn cupboard was. You felt the heat radiating from his body. You could even feel his smirk- ‘he had to be a bit uncomfortable’ you tried to reason, but who were you kidding? He loved physical contact and making other people feel really awkward by his presence alone… or even turned on.
“Hello to you too. If I knew it would be you, I would have locked myself in here, willingly” he said seductively. He was way too close. You moved just a bit to avoid his hands or his torso-oh, that torso… those wide shoulders, those abs and that back of his… You were thinking of other stuff as well.
You blushed and even in the dark, it was very distinctive. You heard him chuckle. You finally looked him in the eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t have. ‘Okay, okay, stop it!’ you commanded your brain.
“Can we please get out of here?” you asked softly, not trusting your voice. It was the fifth time something like this had happened. This week. You couldn’t possibly count the total. 

They were impossible. That moment you didn’t even know why you were friends with them.
“I dare you to lock yourself in our dorm. With Sirius” James said with a cocky smirk. You blushed madly, trying to think of something that could help you. Anything, really.
You carefully landed your glance at him. He looked a bit pale. Like he was… uncomfortable? Was it even possible? You had agreed to play this stupid game, only because Lily had talked you into it. You had never agreed to this. Being forced to do something like that.
“Prongs, don’t make her do something she doesn’t want” Sirius said casually but you swore you could hear his voice break a little. Did he… could he?
“Besides, it’s Remus you should lock her with” he continued like nothing was wrong. Your insides were twisting. Your stomach hurt and your heart had dropped to the floor. Of course, he didn’t like you. But to think that you liked Remus? That was way too much.
“Are you jealous Padfoot?” James asked teasingly. Come to think of it, he did sound jealous. But it couldn’t possibly be because he liked you, right?
Before someone could say or do something even worse, you sat up and murmured an incoherent excuse, whispering a good night and left. You really didn’t need this.

You knew this would go wrong. You knew you would let your fear take over your mind. It was hard not to.
It started as a simple class. Just another DADA class. A class you actually enjoyed. Not this time.
When the professor informed you that you would be facing boggarts because that would give you the real experience than just reading about them, you knew something would happen. You already knew your worst fear and you didn’t want everyone to find out. But what could you do?
A line was formed and you ended up to be one of the firsts. Just your luck.
You witnessed the boggart to take the shape of everyone’s fear. From a cockroach to a dragon and a serial killer. They all were shaken up afterward but they had managed to cast the spell and turn their fears into something ridiculous.
When your turn came, you were nervous. Very.
You stood there, frozen, afraid to even breathe. Blurring images of your friends were popping up. You braced yourself, trying to stop the boggart scaring you.
“How can you believe that we are your friends? You are a worthless nothing. Look at you. Pathetic”. It was Sirius. Boggart. Whatever. Everyone nodded in agreement, mocking you.
You tried to cast the spell but you simply couldn’t. You were paralyzed by the fact that those people that meant the world to you, felt like that. You tried to remind yourself, that it was the boggart, but that didn’t help.
The professor stepped in and faced his fear for a second before he turned it into something funny. You rushed out of that class. You couldn’t even look at them in the eye.

You found yourself near the Forbidden Forest, beneath a huge tree. You didn’t want to admit that the whole thing had affected you more than you would have liked.
“Y/N?”, you heard someone calling your name. You hurried to hide your tears and regain your composure. But, alas.
“Hey, hey, hey”. It was Sirius. Dammit. He quickly sat beside you and hugged you tightly. Soon enough three other pairs of arms were wrapped around you. They were squeezing you too much, you couldn’t breathe but it was reassuring. You let yourself find peace in your friend’s hug.
“You do know that we love you, right? You are like a sister to us” Remus said putting your mind at rest. You knew that. You only wished-
“Well, not to everyone” Peter added. That was not the time to tease you.
They stepped back a bit. You could still feel a pair of arms holding you close. Sirius. What was he doing?
The three standing boys smiled knowingly and wiggled their eyebrow while they were walking away.
“They were right, you know. All of them” Sirius whispered into your ear. His left hand was resting on your back-and waist-while his right was cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were the purest thing you had ever seen. So honest, so kind, so savage and so gentle. Perfect cloudy sky- those were your favorite days, after all.  He whispered your name, his hot breath falling on your face and neck. It sent shivers down your spine. You were moving your lips closer to his; he was doing the same, but he was a tad faster.
He pressed his soft, pink lips against yours in a very tender and loving kiss. Your hands went from resting on your lap to his jawline and hair. You hadn’t even noticed when you had closed your eyes. It wasn’t forced or uncomfortable. It felt right.
He smiled into the kiss.

Being with Sirius was easy as breathing. Sure, you had a couple of disagreements but they would all end up solved and you would end up in his arms. Not a day went by that you didn’t let him know how much he meant to you. Not a day went by that he didn’t tell you how precious you were to him.
The sunlight was caught in his raven hair; you couldn’t help but sigh at the view. He was getting dressed for class and you had just woken up still debating whether to get out of bed or not. His trousers hung dangerously low; his hip bones were sharp and you could still feel the skin under your fingertips. His shirt was open, showing off all of his glorious torso, reminding you how you would let your hands wander. His tie was hanging untied around his neck. He was standing in front of the full-length mirror and he caught you starring his reflection. He smiled to himself. That genuine smile. Not the smirk, not the seductive smile. Just his happy face. That it was all it took for you to melt and look the other way, blushing madly.
He made his way to you. With one knee on his bed, his hands grabbed your legs, dragging you to him. You let out an airy laugh. He was impossibly cute. And sexy. Impossibly sexy.
“Slept well, love?” he murmured before he pressed a soft kiss on your lips. You just nodded. 
“Care to help me?” he asked you, showing his open shirt. You blushed even more. You had seen him naked, for Merlin’s sake!
Your hands were faster than your mind. They were already caressing his chest, staying a bit longer over his heart while you had locked eyes with him. Your heart was beating twice as fast as it did usually. Slowly, you helped his hands buttoned his shirt.
“I love you” you breathed out not thinking about it. You were sure of how you felt. You knew that he was the only one. You knew. And that awareness made everything clearer.
His breath never left his lungs. He removed your hands from the collar of his shirt and held them in his. His eyes were sincere.
“I love you” he said back. You wanted to throw your arms in the air. He had said it back! You smiled widely and gave his hands a squeeze.
“Just tie your tie, baby” you reminded him while you were climbing down from his bed and walking into the bathroom.
“Yeah… um” he said a bit uneased. You turned around, seeing him as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. You raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell that the infamous Sirius Black doesn’t know how to tie his tie?” you said in a mocking tone and fake surprise. You held back your laugh. He just lowered his head in embarrassment while he plopped down on his bed. Lord, he looked adorable. You walked back to him. He was like a child. A child you loved deeply.
You placed your hands on his tie trying to remember how to tie it. His hands rested on your hips. It lasted less than you would have liked, really.
“Ready” you announced. He smiled letting you go. However, you grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. Closer to you. 
“Not even a thank you kiss?” you asked playfully.
It’s safe to say that you both missed the first class. And the second. And the third. But you couldn’t be happier. 

His Remedy - [BTS] Jungkook!Au

[A/N] My friend asked me what song comes into mind when I think of Jeon Jungkook, and truthfully? I couldn’t think of a better song than Lana Del Rey’s “Young & Beautiful”

Father told you to hide behind the closet and you did as told, without much question. You were just twelve but you understood everything. With as much power as your father had, it was only natural that he was taken, the way he did.  

Even though eleven years had passed, the memory stays vivid in your mind. Squeezing your eyes hard, breathing heavily will never make it better. Your hands tremble as you reach your mug of lukewarm water, sipping nervously. Unfiltered thoughts rushed out your tongue but unsaid, as you stood up, holding the edges of the desk, as you walked. Your knees almost give way until you caught yourself. You stare at that leather chair your father sat on, your grandfather sat on, your great grandfather sat on. That leather chair is where wretched plans were made. It had your father’s stained blood on them when he was shot.

They try to take the ‘throne’ away, not knowing that the heir is armed and ready.

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The Prince and I

Warning:  NSFW Fanfic

Pairing:  Reylo

Notes:  Inspired by this wonderful work.

“My lord… as you have requested… your concubine.”  The personal guard, Poe Dameron spoke softly as he placed her before Prince Solo.

He stood over her like porcelain stone, carved to perfection, despite a single jagged scar over his right eye.  The power in his stance was undeniable, his feet spread apart, broad shoulders held back to keep his spine straight.  His raven black hair extended to his shoulders, framing the soft features of his face.  Rey was immediately entranced by his brown eyes that seemed to shimmer like the moons of Naboo.  She kept low to the ground, eyeing him wearily, but he was focused on the guard. “Thank you, Poe.  You may leave us.”

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Mrs Kirk {Part 4}

Fandom: Star Trek

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader  (She/Her identifying)

Warning: References sex in the past

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/request: You and Jim get married. Accidentally. On a new federation planet. Without knowing about it. Turns out its legally binding. Fuck.

Part 1 X, Part 2 X, Part 3 X, Part 5 X

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It is no secret that I have proportions on the heavier side of the norm, and certainly a lot heavier than the ready-to-wear world would deem worthy of accomodating. I stand a not particularly tall 181cm, my weight fluctuates between 100 to 105 kilograms, and I am usually about a 46" chest on a 39" waist. I tend to be a tailors nightmare, as I have a broad chest and thick arms, but still with a large drop. Only one tailor I know has ever said that my proportions are good for tailoring - Yuhei Yamamoto of Caid Tailors. I suspect my heavy build conjures images of a 50’s New Yorker for him - well fed on a diet of burgers and pie, and as American as a Japanese Ivy League fanatic could imagine.

What I have learnt, however, is that for all the things the heavy set man cannot wear, from ankle choking jeans that afflict the early 20’s crowd lately to bermudas and tee shirts, there are some things that almost demand the extra weight to properly effect.

There are some garments that I think benefit from a larger frame to carry them, chief amongst them being the traditional 3 piece suit. With the full leg  and high waist of the trouser, the shorter and trim girdle of a waistcoat, and the soft roll of a draped chest coat. Properly tailored, and that is tantamount to the bigger gent, a three piece in a dark formal cloth can amplify the gravitas a bigger man will often possess.

The secret here, although it is no secret to anyone that has studied the likes of Jackie Gleason or James Robertson Justice later in their careers, is that drape and depth are an imperative. And while it is the coat that most men remark upon, and where the significant attention the novice bespoke client lies, a well cut trouser is to a bigger man of the greatest significance. A few tips I have found that have aided me in all my significant girth are as follows;

Depth of rise - The tendency for skimpy, hip riding trousers is an abomination that any man hoping to be viewed as such and not the opposite sex should avoid. This is never more true than in a man built properly through the hips and seat.

As the hips and seat fill out, they also tend to draw upwards. The slim man has hips that begin at the shelf of the hipbone, while the bigger man will find it extending upwards towards the natural waist. The hips grow in proportion and the waist shortens.

Those of us that have put any real thought and study into dressing well are aware that a man cannot look good without looking elegant, and he cannot be elegant unless he is comfortable. Hitching at a low slung trouser and fearing the exposure of a creased shirt tail every time you sit severely inhibits the chances of looking elegant.

The depth of rise should be sufficient that you can sit and stand without the trouser needing to be adjusted each time. If your shirt tails are billowing from the back of your waistband after sitting, you can afford a higher back rise.

Personally I have found that a fishtail trouser worn beneath a waistcoat is an elegant, if slightly archaic option. When I am in three pieces, however, the waistcoat stays on, so the exposure of my braces and fishtail back is unlikely.

Braces - On that point, the trouser is built to hang from the shoulder. I know the proportions of my waist, much like my thigh, tends to shift between sitting and standing, so a slightly looser waist - 2/3 of an inch while standing is usually a safe allowance - and braces to keep the trousers at the correct position makes for a far more comfortable experience.

The brace over belt argument is also supported by the back rise issue - a longer back rise needs to be anchored higher than a belt could usually allow. Hung from the shoulder, however, the trouser falls clean from waistband through the seat and thigh, and there is no unsightly roping to break the vertical line of the leg.

Stride - Seemingly a factor misunderstood by most ready to wear manufacturers is the principle of stride - the difference in volume of the thigh between standing straight to leg crooked. What tends to happen here is twofold - the distribution of weight in the leg shifts, and the back rise through to the knee lengthens as the leg bends. This causes the thigh to occupy all of the extra rise height we have offered in the back of the trouser, and shift forward and down in the front of the trouser leg. Here, without the extra allowance in volume at the thigh, the trouser grips the fronts of the legs, strains the back rise, and leaves a trouser with sharp creases splaying out from the inside leg.

Taper in a trouser is important, especially for a big man - we don’t want to look like we are in oxford bags - but taper it is. There must be enough room in the upper leg to justify the gradual narrowing to the cuff.

Pleats - Hand in hand with the above, and an unpopular choice for nearly all men of my generation, are pleated trousers. The perception of 80’s era chinos with pintuck like pleats cascading from a low riding waistband has poisoned the minds of many from common sense.

Pleats are for medium to high waisted trousers, not low. Pleats should have enough volume, and the waistband not be so tight, that the pleats can accordion open when needed, and fall closed again when standing straight.

The other need for pleats for us bigger men is the visual break it gives the expanse of lap that a full hip creates. Broken evenly with one or two pleats, the trouser fronts are seemingly quartered and diminished. The clean, flat front on a rounder lower torso and hip begins looking like a globe of the earth in its unbroken fullness.

Taper - The taper in the leg depends on two main measurements - that of the hip and of the shoe. None of us want to look like overgrown Oompa-Loompas, shortened to a pear shape with tiny feet beneath a massive waist. At least I hope none of my audience here wants that. Nor do we want to look like Daffy Duck with rail thin ankles and paddles of feet beneath, so the last of our shoe, its size, and how we taper the trouser is important.

I have big feet myself - about a 44 European, so I favour shorter, rounder toed shoes with narrow waists and slightly taller heels and thicker soles. It makes for a shoe that isn’t overly long on my already big feet, but has enough weight at the sole to carry my build, while the narrow waist keeps it looking elegant rather than clumsy.

Conversely, someone with a small foot relative to their height might choose a longer, chiseled last that helps extend the length of foot below the trouser cuff. Or a heavy, gunboat style that will overall add visual weight to the foot.

The taper of the trouser needs to follow the same rules - we neither want to look unbalanced by an extreme taper, nor missing our feet by trousers that flap around too full and long. A good rule of thumb for the bigger gent is that the trouser should fall to the shoe with the gentlest of breaks in the front, and cover the top two or three eyelets of the shoe. A cuff of some depth will help keep the trouser stationed on the foot, and provide the visual weight to balance our, ahem, generous waists.

Much can be said about pattern and colour, their visual weights and how they affect the appearance of a bigger man, but for every rule there is someone whose style and panache is able to squash said rules entirely. I try to remind myself that I am accentuating the vertical as much as possible, especially in the lower body, and setting elegance as the marker of success.

There are some other points that Us bigger folk can carry that a more diminutive build cannot - lapels that look generous on a bigger man can come across as overwhelming on a smaller man. The classical full overlap of a double breasted suit that can look straight jacket like on a small man is entirely appropriate over a fuller girth. And the softer, longer extension of shoulder that is loved by the Northern tailors often balances a larger waist and creates the appearance of a drop from chest to waist, while the smaller man can end up looking like a scarecrow in it.

The soft drape of chest that was the hallmark of the Scholte cut gives a louche elegance to the bigger man, and adds the feel of generosity and ease that elegance demands.

And that brings us back to the original tenet of this piece - Gravitas. Picture Babe Ruth in his bigger years wearing a vested suit with all the softness and comfort as he did his baseball uniform. And in it he commanded respect by his very physicality. He had a gravitas to take something severe and humble it.

But the best example of a bigger man that could put to shame any more regularly proportioned clotheshorse is Jackie Gleason. His portrayal as Minnesota Fats in the 1961 classic “The Hustler”, he epitomizes elegance and gravitas, next to a fidgeting, sweaty and disheveled Paul Newman.

Gleason, a renowned clotheshorse in his personal life, spends the film in a three piece suit with a carnation in his buttonhole. With every shot he takes, his 270 pound figure looks as graceful as sometimes only a big man can be.

seriously though, in the first Thor movie Fandral actually unironically wears this similar kind of vest over a bare chest

Asgardian fashion #confirmed

for most of his life Thor just struts around in low hanging trousers and an open vest that goes down to his ankles and shows his entire chest and arms

Imagine Thorin getting smug when you are embarrassed to clean his wounds

Drabble for: anon

Original request: “Hey! I love your writing so much! I was wondring if you could do one Throinxreader for me? At the end of AUJ, the company leave to gather firewood, food etc. and the reader is left alone with Thorin to treat his wounds and she’s nervous and little embarassed to touch Thorin (not necessarily because she likes him, but because she doesn’t know him that well to be comfortable) and Thorin is being all smug (he knows he’s good looking) and teasing about it. I hope it’s not too descriptive and thanks!”

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word count: 769

“Y/N!” Thorin’s raspy voice called out as he lowered himself onto a fallen log. He grimaced and grunted as once of his wounds brushed against his arm, “You can heal, can you not? Please, my wounds need tending to,” he pleaded you. Looking around you, you noticed all the dwarves making their way into the woods behind you. Kili was cheering with Fili as they ran in, brandishing their bows and swords. Dwalin followed shortly behind them, eager to get his meal.

Other dwarves, like Ori, went to collect twigs and branches for a fire. None of the dwarves made a quiet job of it, instead they were rowdy. You silently willed them to be quiet, the orcs could be anywhere. You frantically looked around for Oin, hoping that he could do the job for you - he was a healer himself, after all. Noticing that he had gone, you sighed, defeated, and nodded at the dwarf king. Noticing your apprehension, he smirked and shrugged off his fur coat.

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midnight cuppa

Summary: After an adventure gone bad, Rose seeks out the comfort of a cup of tea in the middle of the night.

Pairing: Ten x Rose (established relationship)

Raitng: all ages

Word Count: 662


Rose stared down into the dark well of liquid in her favorite mug fighting back the sting of tears that she knew were completely irrational. They were out of milk again but she hadn’t realized until she’d already brewed a cup of one of the teas she preferred with a splash of milk.

She was not going to cry over an imperfect cup of tea, no matter how bad her day had been.

Leaving one hand wrapped around the warm mug, she propped her head up with the other. This was so stupid. She just wanted to go back to bed and get some sleep but she’d already tried that and failed.

“There you are.” The Doctor’s voice, sleep-rough and slower than normal, startled her into looking up. He was standing in the doorway of the galley, one hand ruffling his already impossibly tousled hair and the other shoved in the pocket of the flannel pajama trousers slung low on his hips. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt before coming to look for her. “Woke up and you weren’t there.”

“Sorry,” she muttered, looking back down at her cooling tea. “Came to get a cuppa.”

“Could do with one of those myself,” he said.

Rose pushed her mug across the table. “You can have this one, if you want.”

The Doctor frowned a bit as he sat down and reached for the mug. He sniffed it and then looked at her with questions in his eyes. “This is one of your favorites. You sure you don’t want it?”

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because @howlnatural posted this about this firefighters posing with puppies calendar and i couldn’t resist

“I’m not a firefighter,” Derek snaps, for the hundredth time. The poor PA squeaks and runs off, burying her nose in her clipboard, and Derek rubs his temples in frustration.

The photoshoot is loud and chaotic and his poor puppies’ training is going right out the window because people keep disregarding his clear guidelines about what and what not to do. And Derek’s had to correct holding positions more than once and it’s a good thing this is for charity because if one more person asks him to take his shirt off he’s going to–

Laura punches him playfully in the shoulder, chuckling. “Dude, lighten up on the staff here. It’s not their fault they think you’re one of the dudes going in the calendar.”

Derek doesn’t respond, just rolls his eyes at his sister. Hale’s Home For Four Legged Friends is a no-kill shelter that takes in and fosters stray dogs and cats. They’re usually low on funds and the volunteers work way too hard, so when the local firefighter’s station called and wanted to set up this charity event, Laura had signed them up immediately. It was just going to be some pictures with a few of their most charismatic puppies, but they’ve been here for hours.

Derek keeps having to stop men from feeding treats to Risky, who’s on a special diet, and of course Burrton keeps trying to chew on the the crew’s wires and lightstands, and what some of the puppies need is some peace and quiet right now after so many hours of play but there’s just too much stimulation.

Laura had made a few jokes about hot shirtless firefighters but Derek’s honestly been too distracted to notice. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate the view, but he just wants to do his job. It’s not like there’s anyone here that’s particularly tempting, Derek’s seen all the typical beefcake and abs combo already–

“Ah, please come back little dude, just– one minute and– AHHH!”

Derek turns around just in time to see a man trip over the light stand next to him; he reaches out and catches him, bracing most of his fall, and helps him to stand again, and then blinks.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just that this guy won’t keep still and Lydia keeps yelling about lighting us up perfectly and then the shot gets messed up and I–” the man takes a deep breath, looking up at Derek through long eyelashes, and Derek is a bit stunned by the warm amber color of his eyes. 

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“The queen of Eddis is as beautiful as the day and as brilliant as the sun in the sky.” ~Sophos, A Conspiracy of Kings, p.230


“Eddis waited politely. She was dressed in trousers and low boots, her over-tunic identical to her officers’ but embroidered in gold. She wore no crown. She was short and too broad to be called petite. Her father had been broad shouldered, Attolia remembered, but as she waited for Attolia to speak, her eyes narrowed with what looked to Attolia like puzzlement.

Attolia gave her a haughty look back. ‘We are in accord, Your Majesty?’ she asked.

‘Remarkably so,’ said Eddis gravely. She was not so much reserving her judgment as trying to unmake it.”

~Queen of Attolia, p.303-304


“One of Attolia’s eyebrows rose in carefully conveyed surprise. Eddis took note of the expression, amused to have found at last, she was certain, the original of the look Eugenides had copied. She smiled.

Attolia hesitated, they smiled herself, very briefly. In her expression, Eddis saw some hope for her Thief, and her heart lightened.”

~Queen of Attolia, p. 303-304

@etoilearden How I miss Helen and Sophos too!!!!!!!!!!

Shower Twister!

Words: 3K

Warning: Smut..a slight daddy kink and I don’t know I’m sweating..

Summary: Michael and Y/N try out twister but in a totally different way, lead’s to some steamy shower sex and a whole lot of dominate Mikey.


“Michael we are not getting it” I said placing my hands on my hips. Me and my boyfriend Michael has just bought a house together and we had set up the basics. The bed, the kitchen, the front room along with our bathroom although most of that was already fitted in along with kitchen cupboards. Food shopping was super difficult with a boyfriend like Mikey, he was extremely fussy and all he wanted was cookies and pizza. He doesn’t realise that people actually have balanced diets and you have to have something other then pizza. 

Today though we’d decided to go to our local bathroom decoration shop it was fairly large and had a load’s of different things. From decorative toilet seats to bubblegum flavoured soap. In your trolly so far were two extra toothbrushes for spare as you already had two at home, four towel’s two large and two small. A load of toilet paper, extra soft and some baby wipes. We’d also bought some decorative shell’s my choice to put on the windowsill and I had picked out different air fresheners. You’d gotten to the shower things and Michael had picked out something that wouldn’t go with your bathroom. But the boy would not give up, you tried to ignore him after you told him no by going over to the shampoo and conditioner. 

“Please babe” He pouted, giving me puppy dog eyes. He burrowed his face in my neck as I grabbed the strawberry shampoo and put it in the trolley. I gently pushed his face away from me, keeping my eyes on the conditioner not wanting to give into him. Michael snuck round to the front of the trolley as I grabbed the conditioner, I held it in my hand and watched Michael intently. He smiled looking around the trolley and threw the packet in it. I sighed in defeat and glared at him.

“Fine” I groaned rolling my eye’s. Michael smiled cheekily and came round to the back of the trolley and behind me. 

“Thank you baby girl” He said kissing the shell of my ear. I smiled at the nickname and turned my body round to face him. I ran my finger’s over his beard slowly and leant forward, the smell of lavender filled the air due to the conditioner we were next too. I brushed my lips over his, feeling them tremble as he knew he couldn’t resist and winked at him. Michael’s eye’s flickerd down to my lips and back up. 

“You’re welcome Daddy” I whispered against his lips. Michael let out a raspy growl pushing his head forward against mine and biting my lip, pulling it between his white teeth. I kissed him and pulled back, smiling innocently I turned back around and pushed the trolley away from him. Michael smirked and shook his head snapping out of it and taking a deep breath. I could feel his eye’s burning into my ass and I turned around abruptly. Michael looked up and licked over his lips. 

“Come on, let’s check out” 

“I’m perfectly fine checking you out” He grinned. I laughed and made my way to the checkout. We bought the items and carried the bags to our car, loading it up. We drove home and Michael had grabbed his ‘gift’ running straight to the bathroom. I carried the rest of the stuff in and put it on the floor. I walked into our kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, it dripping into my clear round glass. I leant against the kitchen side and listen to Michael’s groans. I knew that Michael would get frustrated putting it up so I just let him be. Sipping away at my water and smiling to myself. After 5 minutes of waiting for him and scrolling through my Facebook feed I heard a booming voice echo through the house. 

“Y/N come look” Michael yelled. I furrowed my eyebrows and placed my phone on the counter, walking towards the stairs. I clutched the banister and made my way up the stairs and towards the bathroom. I went through the door and laughed. Michael had set it all up, but dear god I hope they come off. 

“Don’t you just love it”

“No, if I want to play twister. I don’t want it up against the wall and floor of my fucking shower” 

“Sure you do” Michael said taking off his shirt. I went to say something but I was distracted by Michael’s black necklace falling onto his pale chest. He threw his shirt on the floor and fixed his hair, his hand with the bracelets on sorting out his necklace, moving the clip to the back of his neck. I don’t know what it was but Michael wearing jewellery made me feel some type of way. Unfortunately Mikey began taking of his bracelets placing them on the side. He went to take off his necklace but I stopped him, grabbing his arms and pulling him towards me.

“Keep it on” I smiled stroking my hands over the necklace and down his chest. I kissed just below where the necklace was and looked up. Michael was smirking at me as his hand came towards my ass, stroking over it. I stepped back and pulled off my shirt, revealing my white push-up bra. I threw it on the ground and air kisses toward’s Michael. He looked so sexy stood there with his arm’s folded and his eyes glaring down my body. His trousers were hung low on his waist revealing his small happy trail. I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them down my legs as sexily as I could without falling over my own feet. 

Michael leant against the wall and he tucked one of his hand’s into his trousers. I spun around and stroked over my body, smirking at him as I saw his hand moving over his covered bulge. I slid my hand up my arm to my bra strap and pulled it down. I did the same to the other strap pulling it off my arm. Michael let out a moan as I un-clipped the bra and pulled the cup’s off my boobs. I walked towards him swaying my hips, I rested my hands on his shoulders and started kissing up his neck. I latched my lips onto his sweet spot and sucked onto it, making sure to nip and bite at it.

“Y/N baby” he whispered. I moaned into his neck and moved my hands to the waistband of his trousers, unzipping them. Michael pulled them down also pulling his boxers down. I looked down and bit my lip. Naked Michael was definitely my favourite, he was so sexy and his cock was semi-hard. I stroked up his cock, squeezing it as I moved my hand along the length. Michael leant down and pressed his lips to mine. His hands came under my panties, pulling on them which made them slide down my leg’s by them selves. I stepped out of them and backed up toward’s the shower, letting go of Michael’s cock.

“Let play twister then” I said excitedly walking into the shower. I turned the shower on, cold water spurt ran down my body before the water turned to a Luke warm temperature. Michael came into the shower pushing his body up against me so that he was under the warm water.

“How’s this going to work?” I asked turning round to face him. 

“So you choose my body part and the colour and I’ll do the same to you” he mumbled against my lips. 

“Ok” I smiled cheekily, knowing where this was going to lead. I pushed my wet hair out of my face as Michael looked at the twister spot. 

“Right foot green” Michael said smirking. I rolled my eyes placing my foot on the green spot against the wall and balancing myself against the shower window. I faced the wall looking at the green spot in front of me.  

“Left hand red” I said, Michael sighed noticing how I’m trying to get him as far away from me. He leant up against the wall, avoiding the spots on the floor. 

“Left foot blue” He chirped. I gave him a glare spreading my foot across to the blue spot, it wasn’t far but it meant that my pussy was in full view. I placed my hands on my hips and leant back the water dripping down my hair. I turned my head toward Mike who was staring at my tits. 

“Right foot red” I replied, watching his smile go into a frown. He slammed his foot on the red dot and I could see his jaw clenched. Michael was currently out the water and I could see his nipple’s going hard due to the coldness he must be in. 

“Right hand yellow” he growled. I slapped my hand against the wall, wiggling my ass, feeling it jiggle around. 

“Left foot red” I laughed, burring my head in my arm snickering. I looked back up at Michael who’s eyes were a darker shade of green and he looked really annoyed. 

“Right Daddy’s changing the rules” he roared, his hand coming down from the position as he made his way behind me. 

“Aw, how come I was having fun?” I giggled. 

“I’m going to choose what colour you’re up against and I’m going to fuck you, if you move from them spaces you’ll be denied an orgasm princess, that ok?” He groaned, his hand came stroking over my ass and down towards my core.

“Yes Daddy” I whimpered, he ran his fingers over my clit and down towards my entrance. I moved my hips across his smooth fingers, as he slid them around. He pressed his fingers to my clit and moved them from side to side, circling it between his two fingers. I reached my left arm around to his hair and grinded against his fingers. I pulled onto his hair as he circled his finger around my entrance. 

“Left hand blue” He said pushing a finger into me. My leg shook as I slammed my hand against the blue dot. Michael pumped his finger in and out of me at a slow pace. I tried to move my body onto him but he just laughed pulling it out. I whined turning my body to face him, taking my left hand off the blue. Michael brought his fingers to his lips and glared at me pushing my body facing the wall and smashed my hand against the blue dot. I let out a hiss, clenching my fist and resting up against the wall. 

“I want you to take a step back on both dots” he purred. I did as he said taking both my feet a step back so my ass was pressed right up against Michael’s dick. He pushed up against me, sliding his tip over my clit before smugly laughing and getting onto his knees behind me. He placed a few gentle kisses to my ass cheeks before place a kiss to my entrance. He licked up a long stripe from my clit all the way to the small dip in my back. He bit down on my skin, creating a small bite mark. 

“Daddy please” I moaned pushing my ass into his face. He smiled into my pussy, kitten licking over my clit. I mewled fisting both my hands and closing my eye’s. He nibbled at my clit, slurping onto it. Michael’s hands came to my ass squeezing it and spreading it out whilst he sucked onto me. I leant my head against the wall as Michael slid his tongue down to my entrance. He licked over my hole and slurped up my juices. He flicked his tongue over my entrance and delved in, I instantly felt a wave of pleasure shake through me. 

“Daddy” I rasped, feeling Michael’s tongue rub against my wall’s and his lips sucking over it. He thrusted his tongue into me the wet muscle licking around. I pulled my leg’s closer together, slightly coming off the dot I was supposed to be standing on. Suddenly a sharp slap was delivered to my ass, Michael parted my legs once again and sucked onto my folds. It felt lie my eye’s were going to roll into the back of my head as he bit down growling and licked back over my fold’s. 

“You have such a pretty pussy, taste delicious” He moaned, your pussy fluttered and you moved your hair over to one side. Looking over your shoulder you saw Michael’s body and Michael’s blonde hair tucked in between your legs. You turned back around and threw your head back, rolling your hip’s on his tongue as he wiggled it side to side. Michael took his tongue out of me and slid it up and down my folds slurping it up. He slapped my ass, the stinging sensation rippling through my body as he stood up. 

“I want you to turn around a face me princess, right knee yellow and left knee green” I nodded, turning to face him and getting onto my knee’s as elegant as I could. I looked at him through my eyelashes, his hand was wrapped around his thick pale cock. He winked at me as I opened my mouth, parting my lips.

“You want Daddy’s cock?” he asked, tapping the tip against my lips. I stroked up his legs and grabbed his balls, rolling them in my hand. 

“Yes Daddy” I whimpered licking over his tip and moving my hand over the base of it, jerking him off slowly. 

“Ah Ah Ah” he tutted “Right hand yellow, left hand green” I move my hands down onto the colours, feeling the water sprinkle between my finger. I licked over his tip as he pushed himself inside my mouth. I sucked on his tip, swirling my tongue around and kissed it. I ran my tongue over the vein from the base to the tip, making sure to let out a small whimper. Michael let out a grumble as I took his tip back into my mouth. Michael threaded his fingers through my hair, pushing me down his dick. The tip hit the back of my throat as I sucked.

“Just like that baby” He praised thrusting his hips into my mouth. I made sure to move my tongue around, tracing over his vein’s. I nuzzled my head down his cock and deep throated him. I bobbed my head, feeling him hit the back of my throat over and over again. I slightly gaged, spreading my saliva over his cock. Michael pumped his cock as I hollowed my cheeks around his tip. I took my mouth off him and fluttered my eye’s up at him. 

“Stand up princess” Michael said, I looked up at him. His body shining from the shower water and his hair flat against his forehead. I stood up climbing up his body and pushed his hair out of his face.

“You’re so good to daddy” he praised, resting his hand on my cheek and leaning forward.

“I know” I smiled, kissing his red lips. Michael pushed me up against the wall just by the force of his lips. He licked across my lips and I parted mine, feeling his tongue invade my mouth and saliva up my lips. I sucked onto his tongue and ran my fingers over his neck, over his stubble. 

“Right hand blue” he whispered against my lips. I whined placing my right hand against the blue dot just the side of my head. Michael looked over at my hand and lifted it so it was the blue dot right next to my head. 

“Left leg green” he moaned pecking my lip. I placed my foot on the green floor dot, but yet again Michael was not happy. He lifted my leg so that my foot was bent back onto the wall dot and he pressed up against me. He slid his cock in-between my fold’s, his hand’s on my waist as he grinded against me. Michael moved so he was in a better position and spread my legs. He tapped his tip against my entrance and slid in.

“Fuck Daddy, you fill me up so good” I whimpered. Michael could hardly control himself, tilting his head back whining and suddenly thursting forward. Michael’s cock stretched me out as he rammed into me. The water from the shower spraying in all different directions. I moved my hand around his shoulders bringing him closer to me. He tucked his head between my neck and kissed over my shoulder. His cock moved inside me making my walls clench around him. He lifted his head and looked at me smirking.

“Fucking beautiful” he said grabbing my cheeks and placing a sloppy kiss on my lips. I moaned into his lip and licked over his. We made out up against the wall whilst his dick rammed into me. I took my leg off the wall and wrapped it around Michael’s waist. He gave me a questioning look, rasing his eyebrow. 

“Did I say you could do that?”

“Please Mikey” I pouted. He smiled kissing me and sucking onto my lips. The pit in my belly started to bubble and I shut my eye’s in pleasure. Michael’s cock ran up against my walls. I looked down at where our bodies were connecting and bit my lip. Michael long pale white cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I looked back up and Michael, he looked fucking magical. I felt my high approach and take over my body. I came around him, my wall’s clenching and my hands fisting by my side.

“S-shit” Michael stuttered. I came down from my high and moved my arm, Michael was still rocking in to my sensitive clit, he pulled out and groaned tugging on his cock. White spurts spurted against the blue dots and dripped down the wall. I smirked leaning against the wall. Michael stopped jerking himself off and stood still. 

“Maybe we can play normal twister next time?” I giggled. Reaching for the shampoo bottle and squirting some on my hand.

“Or paint twister! How fun would that be?”

A/N: Thank’s to my beautiful girlfriend for sending me this and giving me the idea..I’m doing a glow in the dark and paint twister and if anyone has any other twister idea’s that would be can request! 

“Playful serenity, luminous ecru tones that glow. Sun kissed skin and dark bouncy coils, culottes and curly waist skirts to twirl around in. Delicately painted abstract faces on buttoned up shirts, billowy jumpsuits and airy low crotched trousers. Hand stitch embroidery on denim jackets + miki hats full of character.”

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10 - Kai Parker

[Hello love! I love your writing and I hope you’re receiving requests 🙊 can you write a Kai Parker one shot where he admits his feelings in his own awkward way to reader and she had like a huge crush on him so when he says that she’s like what? Are you gonna use me for in of your evil plans? I’ll pass, and he looks at her like are you really that dumb, but everything ends really fluffy and that? 💕 sorry if it’s too long or you don’t understand but I really hope you do so 😁]


“Kai, you home?” I ask, entering his apartment. He never locked it, since he had nothing valuable and he has his magic.

I sigh, shaking my head and shut the door walking around the apartment. I swear, he always leaves cups everywhere.

“Kai.” I call again, but get no answer. I decide to go in his bedroom and find him asleep in his bed.

His face hidden underneath the pillow and an idea pops in my head. “Operation wake up Kai is a go.” I say, grinning.

Running light on my feet, I dive onto Kai’s back. He groans in pain, swearing. “Get up.” I say to him.

“Y/N, get off me.” He says in his cute sleepy voice.

“Then will you get up?”


I shake my head, turning around and lay on my back on his. “That’s not a yes Kai.” I tut.

However, since Kai is stronger than me he moves me off him and I fall to the ground. I gasp, landing on my hands and knees. “Rude.” I say.

Kai laughs seeing me. “You deserve it.” He tells me, sitting up in his bed and stretching his arms.

My cheeks warmth at the sigh of him being shirtless and I look away. “You’re seen me shirtless plenty of times, Y/N. Why is this so shocking?” Kai asks, getting up from his bed.

He’s in a pair of pyjama trousers that hang low on his waist. I blush more and he laughs.

Kai and I have been friends for a few months now, despite what my sister, Elena, thinks over him.

I also secretly have a huge crush on h, but how can you not?

He’s attractive, funny, in perfect shape, hot, cute, has an adorable smile and he is just perfect.

I don’t care for his past, it’s in the past.

“Y/N.” Kai snaps his fingers in my face sending me from my thoughts, I hum blushing as he’s right in my face. He smirks. “Enough with the staring, I know I am perfect.” He winks.

Blushing even more, I stand up and brush my clothes. “Why did you come in my apartment and jump on me?” Kai asks.

I shrug. “Got bored.” He chuckles and I smile. “And today we have things to do.”


“Like, enjoy the weather.” I shrug but my plan fails at I see the rain outside.

Kai laughs. “Yeah, perfect beach weather.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine, we’ll stay here and watch movies.”

He shrugs. “That sounds like a plan.”


“Ok, heads for Scream, tails for Oujia.” I state, Kai nods and I flick the coin up.

We watch as it lands on heads. “Scream it is.” Kai says, we’re having a horror fest since Kai has no other movies.

No surprise there.

I load up the movie, before plopping down next to Kai on his sofa. It’s nearly six in the evening, the rain hasn’t stopped.

I shift a little closer to Kai, knowing he’d too zoned in the movie to notice.

During the movie, I jump a lot and Kai laughs at me. I blush as he wraps his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer to him.

I smile, snuggling against him. “Y/N.” I look up to Kai.

“Yes Kai?” I ask.

“I…….” He trails off and I sit up, resting on him still.

“Yes, Kai?” I repeat, my eyebrows raised as I try not to smile.

Kai scratches the back of his next. “I….um…I kinda….I like you.”

I am taken back. “Kai, I like you too.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “No, like.” He cups my face, bringing my face closer to his. “I really like you.”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. “Wait..” I say, my smile fading. “Are you gonna use me for in of your plans or something because if you are then I’ll pass.”

Kai rolls his eyes. “Y/N.” He starts. “I do actually like you.”

“I don’t kn-”

He interrupts me with a soft kiss, his hands holding my face. My stomach bubbles as I kiss back, my hands deep in his dark locks.

Our lips move perfectly against another as things escalating quickly. Kai lays me down on the sofa, his body over mine but he never once breaks the kiss.


My eyes flicker open and I see I’m in Kai’s bedroom. I smile, remembering what he told me last night.

He likes me.

“Morning.” I hear Kai say, entering his bedroom.

I look over to him, the blankets close to my chest. “Hey.” I reply, waving as I yawn.

He smiles to me, joining me in the bed. Kai wraps his arms around me, as I face him. “What took you so long to say it?” I ask Kai, drawing patterns on his chest.

Kai shrugs. “I didn’t know what was happening to me at first. It was strange.”

I giggle as I feel his hand run through my hair. I sigh in comfort, enjoying the feeling.

“Well I like you as well.” I say, smiling and kiss his cheek.

Kai grins, kissing my forehead. “By the way, Elena has been calling for the last hour.”

I roll my eyes. “Well.” I begin. “She can wait.” I finish, grinning.

“Well I did send her a picture of you asleep in my bed.”

I gasp. “Seriously?” Kai nods and I shake my head smacking his arm. “Don’t you realise what will happen wh-”

Kai interrupts me with a kiss, cupping my cheek. I kiss back, leaning in.

“I can’t believe you did that.” I say.

Kai rolls his eyes. “Yes you can.”

I smile. “I can.” I reply and he leans down to kiss me again.


[New imagine, I hope it was as good as requested]